Stuff That Always Gets Me

Seeing Stars | B. Barnes

Are you sure you’ve never done that before?

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You give Bucky head for the first time.

> Word Count: 1.5K 

> Warnings: 18+ MDNI!! This is literally all smut, and I am not sorry about it either. Oral (m receiving), praise (f receiving), spitters are quitters, use of pet names (sweet-pea, angel, baby), mild language. Not marked as F!Reader because no sex-specific terms for reader are used. Pretty sure that’s all. 

GIF credit to MaXimOff on Pinterest <3

A/N: Another smutty installment of my Roommate!Bucky series! I think I am slowly but surely coming out of my writing block because I wrote this in under an hour (unheard of from me), but unfortunately I’m getting closer to finals for college :/ Which means I’m going to be fairly busy, so my posting might be a little chaotic for awhile. Anyway, don’t mind my rambling. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy the smut, sluts!

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Patience was something that you had always prided yourself on having plenty of. 

There were numerous times when you waited hours in inclement weather for missions or ended up standing in long lines during errands without a huff of annoyance ever coming from you. 

With that being said, seeing Bucky standing tall by the front door, dressed in all black with a nice navy jacket covering his broad shoulders and bulging arms made every ounce of patience drain from you in seconds. The two of you were supposed to be going on a date tonight, the second one Bucky insisted taking you on since asking you to go steady with him three weeks back. 

But there you were, practically drooling on the living room floor with your eyes raking over him unabashed. 

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Alternative scene from ep9. Eddie clearly wanted to say something but stopped himself. So here you go.

where in the hell did you find that

summary: you and eddie have secretly been hooking up and of course, dustin and steve get suspicious that you are hiding something and completely invade your privacy to reveal your secret <3

prompts: “i don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me” & “recognize this?” “where in the hell did you find that?”

warnings: mentions of sex, make out sesh, language, not proof read!

*this has been one of my faves to write so far!!!*

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You started hooking up with Eddie Munson behind your friends backs two months ago, and they were starting to suspect you were hiding something from them. You never thought you’d be in a relationship like this with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, but when you got paired together for an English project, and he started looking a little too hot, you couldn’t resist.

It wasn’t a classic friends with benefits thing. You had clothes and other miscellaneous belongings at each others houses, and Eddie even brought you lunch and dinner occasionally and you would just talk about life. It wasn’t a dating-type thing, but whatever it was, it worked for the both of you.

Your friends started suspecting you were hiding something a couple of weeks ago, more specifically, nosey ass Dustin and Steve. You were going to meet Eddie for a much-needed night together, and apparently, you looked too happy. It made it more suspicious to them when you wouldn’t say where you were going. You said it was none of their damn business and walked out of Family Video. Not your best coverup.

You were currently laying on Eddie’s couch, only in a bra and underwear, blanket over you, while Eddie was making breakfast in the kitchen, only in his underwear. You smiled at him as you watched him make pancakes, surprisingly good at doing so. He looked up, noticing you staring.

“What?” He questioned, smiling.

“Nothing.” You looked away and stared at the TV. “Wanna watch a movie tonight?”

“Let me guess, 'Sixteen Candles’?”

“Shut up.” You told Eddie, laughing and throwing a pillow at him as he walked over to you. He moved the blanket off of you, wrapping it around his back, then laying on top of you. He placed a hungry kiss on your lips.

“I’m surprised you want to go to Family Video with the way those idiots have been hounding you about your secret double life.” Eddie joked. He placed his elbows on the side of you, rubbing your face and playing with your hair with his hands.

“They think I’m hooking up with some mystery college guy. That doesn’t even sound like something I’d do. They’re so dumb.” You said.

“And hooking up with the school’s biggest freak does?” Eddie questioned.

“That’s not what I meant. And I didn’t think we were only hooking up. It doesn’t feel like that’s all this is. If it was, you wouldn’t be making me breakfast or caressing me right now.” You pointed out. Eddie nodded his head, agreeing.

“When you put it that way, I guess you’re right,” Eddie said, kissing your forehead.

“Why, do you only consider us to be fuck buddies?” You were confused and truly hoping he didn’t think that. You shifted, trying to get up. Eddie moved immediately and let you sit up, grabbing the blanket from him.

“Oh my gosh, no, Y/N! I feel the same way you do! I’m sorry, I didn’t phrase that right I guess.” Eddie pulled you on top of him, he peppered you with kisses all over. You giggled and put your lips on his.

“I’m sorry. You know how I am. Queen of overthinking. Can we just eat pancakes now?” You snuggled into his chest, wrapping your arms and legs around his body. He swiftly picked you up, carrying you to the counter and placing you on it. You giggled and smiled the whole time. He hand-fed you a pancake, smiling like an idiot while doing so. Eddie was completely and utterly whipped. Especially after knowing you didn’t consider your relationship just hooking up. How could you keep getting more perfect?

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“Hey, Hair! Can I have 'Sixteen Candles’?” You greeted Steve, him rolling his eyes at your nickname for him.

“Again?” He questioned.

“Not you too.” You slipped out.

“Who else makes fun of you for loving that movie?” Steve inquired.

“My mom does, constantly.” You covered.

“Sure.” Steve gave you a suspicious look and got the movie for you. Before you thought you were in the clear, Dustin came into the store. You groaned quietly, not wanting to hear about your secret life. If only he knew it was with his D&D leader and role model.

“Y/N!” Dustin gave you a side hug. “What have you been up to?” He questioned.

“Nothing much, just enjoying my Saturday. I’m going to watch my favorite movie later with some friends.” You told the young boy. “What about you Dusty-bun?” You asked.

“I just invited the Hellfire gang over to hang out tonight at my house, so I’m getting some horror flicks!” Dustin said, excitement in his voice. You lifted your eyebrows.

“Everyone is going?” You questioned.

“Yeah! You can come too if you want, and you too Steve! But I know you think we are a bunch of nerds.”

“Indeed Henderson,” Steve added, handing you your movie.

“Thanks.” You said quietly. “As for tonight, I’ll let you nerds have a night to yourselves. I’ll see you two later.” You quickly left the store, rushing back to Eddie’s. Leave it to Dustin to ruin your movie night.

When you pulled up to his trailer, Eddie was outside, sitting on the steps.

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for you!” Eddie told you, getting up.

“To tell me that Dustin asked you to hang out and so you’re ditching me?” You laughed.

“You’re not mad?” Eddie pulled you to him, kissing your lips lightly.

“No. I know how much he means to you. You can just come by my house afterward.”

“Sounds like a plan gorgeous.”

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It hit ten o'clock when all of the Hellfire members left Dustin’s, leaving him, Steve, and Eddie alone. Yes, Steve showed up after Dustin’s begging.

“Did Y/N seem off to you today? She got weird when you said your nerds were coming over here.” Steve asked Dustin. Eddie flipping him off.

“She’s been weird the last couple of months, dude. She sneaks off at school and on the weekends especially. But yeah, you’re right. Every time Hellfire comes up she gets weird.” Dustin agreed.

“Maybe Eddie scares her,” Steve said, laughing. Eddie sarcastically laughed at the statement. Knowing he very much does not scare you…

“We should go check on her. See what’s up.” Dustin said.

“Maybe she just wants some privacy? You two are so fucking nosey.” Eddie told the pair. Steve and Dustin looked at him with blank stares.

“Are you coming or what?”

The three boys hopped in Steve’s car and drove to your house. Eddie couldn’t let them harass you with questions without him there. Luckily, he remembered that your parents went out of town this weekend.

When they got there, you were startled by the headlights but assumed it was just Eddie. When you answered the door and saw Steve and Dustin looking back at you, Eddie behind them, you were very confused.

“Why are you two here?”

“Don’t you mean to ask why the three of us are here?” Dustin picked up on your slip-up immediately.

“I didn’t even see Eddie, sorry.”

“Sure.”

The three boys made their way in, heading towards your room. You prayed there wasn’t anything of Eddie’s visible.

“We wanted to see how you’re doing. We’re worried about you.” Steve explained.

“Seriously? You guys need to stop with that. I am fine!”

“Well just to be sure, let’s watch 'Sixteen Candles’! Even though you probably just got done watching it with friends, right?” Dustin questioned. Gosh, this boy was good.

“They actually canceled. I’ll go make popcorn.”

“I’ll help get drinks.” Eddie followed you out of the room, into the kitchen.

“What the fuck, Eddie?” You whispered.

“They’re mentally deranged! There was no stopping them!” He whisper-yelled back. You took the popcorn out of the microwave and the two of you made your way back to your room. When you entered, Steve and Dustin stood there with huge smirks on their faces.

“What is up with you two?” You questioned. The pair looked at each other and smiled. Dustin suddenly moved his hidden hand out from behind his back, holding a shirt up in the air. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Recognize this?” It was Eddie’s shirt. Then, Steve held up a polaroid picture of you and Eddie that you took one night while the two of you were very drunk and very naked. Luckily, the photo didn’t show anything.

“Where in the hell did you find that?!” You practically screamed.

“We looked through your dresser,” Dustin said as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“What the fuck?! You two are insane!” You yelled at the pair. You ripped the shirt and photo out of their hands and hid them away once again.

“Let’s move on to the bigger picture… YOU AND EDDIE?!” Dustin yelled. “I repeat, YOU AND EDDIE?!”

“So what?!”

“It’s Eddie!” Steve argued.

“And?”

“I should’ve known. The first time you saw him at school you mumbled that he could fuck you any time of day.” Dustin told the group.

“I don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me.” You said, sheepishly. Kind of embarrassed that Dustin heard you say that, and that he just told Eddie and Steve.

“Yeah, it doesn’t. Which is why I’m very confused.” Steve added.

“Will you two please leave? You’ve done enough for today, thank you. And never go through my shit again. That is so weird.” You told the pair, shaking your head. Dustin had his head down and apologized on his way out, while Steve was glaring at Eddie. When you finally heard the car drive away, you sunk down on the floor, laying there like a dead body.

“I don’t know if I should be utterly pissed or relieved.” You told Eddie.

“I know right. Gosh, I hate them sometimes.” Eddie laid on the floor next to you, planting kisses on your face. “So…” Eddie started.

“So?”

“Since they know we… Can I take you out sometime? Not that I don’t love our dinners and stuff, but I’d like to make this official… if you want…” You smiled at Eddie’s words, sitting up immediately.

“You mean it?” Eddie sat up and pulled you closer to him.

“Of course I do. I don’t know if you are aware, but I’m kinda crazy about you. And I would gladly fuck you any time of the day.” Eddie smirked. You got red in the face.

“I’m kinda crazy about you too.” You replied, kissing Eddie.

“Tomorrow we should go into Family Video making out or something, completely making them regret looking through your stuff,” Eddie said, making you laugh.

“Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.”

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i really hope yall loved this as much as i do!!!! 

make sure to like and reblog!!

i can’t decide who’s more of a “hand over mouth as i pound you in the back seat of my car so no one knows i’m fucking the loud mouth cheerleader” is that more eddie or steve 🤔

gotta be eddie dude, steve's more of a "kiss you to shut you up" type, but allow me to elaborate on the first for a moment (and by a moment I mean nearly over 1.5k words)

(warnings: smut obv, blood mention, drug use mention, hair pulling, overstimulation, crying during sex/dacryphilia, breath play, extremely vague/not serious breeding kink)

[part 2 here]

"Shh, shh," he soothed, though you could hear the wide grin curling his lips, "don't want anyone to hear, now do we?"

Honestly, though, this was your attempt to stay quiet— digging your teeth into your lip so hard you tasted metallic, gripping the faded leather seats until your nails nearly tore through them. It wasn't your fault that it felt so good, that the weed had made your head all spinny and your insides all tingly and that his dick was slamming right into that spot that made your toes curl. No, that was all his fault; he gave you the joint and he promised it would 'awaken your senses', even if maybe neither of you anticipated exactly which senses it would awaken.

"Don't want anyone shining a light in here, right?" he continued, even though you could barely keep track of what he was talking about. "Don't want them seeing you on your hands and knees getting fucked and screaming like it's the best thing you've ever had, hm?"

"F-fuck, Eddie," you winced, gasping loudly when he tugged on your cheerleader-uniform-mandated ponytail. You breathed through your teeth, wishing you had the strength to tell him not to be so rough, not to fuck you like this... like a whore. But god, this is exactly what you wanted from him, if you were being honest, even if you hated yourself just a bit for liking it so much— for needing it. He dug his fingers into the hair at your scalp, surely ruining your half an hour of styling efforts from earlier tonight, and pushed your head back down against the seats; god, he was really rubbing it in, huh? You almost thought he'd be grateful, that he'd be delicate and careful with you because, well, the opportunity to fuck a cheerleader does not come by for a guy like him. But no, he was putting you in your place, and you were biting your lip to keep from begging him for more.

His free hand held your hips and suddenly his pace changed-- from hasty and rushed to slow but hard, slamming into you and knocking you forward with a loud groan. He did it again, and again, and you cried out louder with each thrust right into the deepest parts of you. "Oh, sweetie," he cooed condescendingly, "are you having trouble keeping quiet? I'll help you, babe— m'gonna shut you up, don't worry—"

He spoke so roughly that he sounded furious, leaning down over you to press his lips up to your ear, and suddenly the hand in your hair slipped around and covered your mouth. He gave you another one, so deep your eyes rolled back in your head, and you finally let it all out— it was muffled behind his hand, anyway, and it felt good to moan as loud as you wanted without it being actually as loud as it would be otherwise.

You weren't quite sure what to think: he was fucking you rather disrespectfully, but the intensity of it, the way he groaned deeply into your ear and mumbled little praises under his breath, the way he held your waist tighter and tighter— you could almost call it passionate, if you didn't know any better. Sure, not exactly sweet, but it could be worse.

Well, actually, it couldn't be better. It was perfect. It was Eddie fucking Munson, and you couldn't quite wrap your head around that yet, but you didn't need to because it felt goddamn perfect.

"Good girl, fuck, goooood fuckin' girl," he hissed into your ear. "Oh, you're still so loud, even with my hand on your mouth— need some more help, babe?"

He squeezed your nose shut with his thumb and the side of his finger, and suddenly you had no air at all; you didn't even care, you didn't need air anymore, you just needed this. It made the numbness that much better, made your eyes well with tears and your throat burn but you wanted more more more— you wanted everything.

"Ohh, fuck, are you coming?" he laughed proudly, fucking you faster right as it hit you. You hadn't even noticed until he said it, but, yep, you were clenching inside and your back was arching deeper and you felt the tears keep flowing over his hand. "Oh my god, that's good— you're so fuckin' tight, Jesus..."

It just kept getting bigger and bigger, it kept twisting in your core and you weren't sure how much more you could take. He let go of your nose and you took a deep breath in, hearing the most deranged noise break out of your throat and peter out in your mouth with his hand keeping it inside. You were crying out his name, at least you were trying to, but it was all just incomprehensible sobs muffled under that thick, clammy hand with the gaudy silver rings that you could taste on your lips.

God, was it ever gonna stop? This feeling, this light show on the back of your eyes, this whole-body spasm that danced under your skin— was it gonna let you go back down to Earth any time soon? Or was this just your new normal, was this just some other state of existence that Eddie had knocked you face-first into, with no plan to rescue you?

It was too much, it was far too much, but you could already see yourself tomorrow morning, staring at the phone, trying to decide how long to wait until coming back for more.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged you, "scream for me, just like that— nobody's gonna hear you, promise."

He couldn't promise that, but he didn't need to. He could fuck you in front of whoever he wanted if it was always gonna be like this; he could fuck you in front of your grandmother and you wouldn't stop him— you were whipped. Like, whipped whipped. Like, 'pearls and heels making a roast dinner if he asks me to' whipped. Like, 'we are so doing this again' whipped.

You heard him gasp, a sound almost like a wince or a cry, almost like it hurt— and you could relate to that right now, certainly. "Fuck!" he grunted. "M'close, I'm so close, babe..."

You were way too proud of that; it wasn't much of an accomplishment or anything, you heard that guys come pretty easy and in your experience so far it was mostly true. But you felt good, you liked knowing he was going to come because of you, you liked hearing that composure falter for even just a second— and, if nothing else, you were looking forward to taking a fucking breather, because you needed it.

"God, no fuckin' way I'm pulling out," he laughed thinly, "s'too good, babe— I'm gonna come inside, you ready, honey?"

You nodded, as best you could, and heard his own moans get higher in pitch slowly until they stopped all at once and you felt it, warmth filling you and just slightly soothing the ache inside you. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, sudden and seemingly involuntarily like a twitch, and dropped his hand from your mouth with a sigh. You gasped, hearing the hint of a moan on each of your breaths even though it was over now; he pulled out and fell back on the seats dramatically, resting his hand on his forehead like a maiden in an old-timey movie about to faint. You couldn't help but giggle, impressed that he could keep up his theatrics at a time like this.

"Oh, shit," he whimpered, "you really took it all out of me. Literally. Jesus. Y-you're on the pill, though, right? Cause I can buy you something—"

"S'fine," you croaked, clearing your throat when you heard how broken your voice sounded. "Yeah, don't worry about it."

"'Don't worry about it,' she says," he narrated while he raised an eyebrow, "yeah, that's not ominous at all— nine months later you're knockin' on my trailer door with your curly-headed new mini-me and a whole lot of questions—"

"Shut up," you laughed, rolling your eyes. You adjusted your panties to hopefully catch some of the mess before you left a puddle on the seats, then pulled your uniform skirt back down and finally leaned back with a long sigh. The radio was on— you forgot about that— and you heard Black Sabbath mixing in with the sounds of Eddie's belt jingling while he got himself back into his jeans.

"Our babies would be cute, though," he grinned.

"Okay, actually shut up," you frowned, smacking him on the thigh. "I should go— the team's probably wondering where I am—"

"Oh, no no no," he chided, "you're not getting away that easy."

He yanked you down quickly and wrapped his arms around you.

"You owe me at least three minutes of cuddling," he demanded.

"Eddie, I—"

He grabbed your head and pulled it down into his chest, stroking your thoroughly-mussed hair. "Shh, shh," he interrupted you, "get comfy, I'm not letting you leave for a while— feel free to fall asleep, whatever, it'll be cute."

"This is so not how I thought this was gonna go tonight," you grumbled.

"What, you thought we'd smoke up and call it a night?" he wondered. "So did I, but you were givin' me those eyes—"

"No, I mean— what?!" you squawked. "Eyes?! I was not giving you eyes."

"Uh, yes you were, missy!" he insisted. "You were all, Eddie, make love to me, I need you," he imitated a smoky-sensual voice.

"That's what you call 'making love'?" you snorted. "I'd hate to see you fucking. Gonna put a girl in the ICU."

"Oh, babe," he grinned, looking down at you, and you looked up at him from his shoulder expectantly, "I'm just getting started."

(part 2)

The Penthouse

18+

A group of obscenely rich, horrifically powerful, and sex-addicted individuals share more than one dark secret - but their favorite secret is you. The pretty little thing they've got living in the lavish penthouse they bought together, where they can escape to when they need a break from their families.

Series Warning: Multiple Characters x Reader, adultery, hard drug use, smut, depiction of rough sex, dark kinks (specified in each part).

1: Ragdoll ARI LEVINSON

2: Seductress STEVE ROGERS

3: Special STEVE KEMP

Witch!Reader x Demon!Satoru. He promises to fulfill her wish in exchange for something. She wants to be seen as a human being instead of a monster, the only thing she really wants is to be loved, and unfortunately he knows that. He fulfills her wish, but in return he imprisons her in his castle and promises to give her all the love and care she deserves (but in a very dark way).

The Ritual~

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physical and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, demon Gojo, witch reader, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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Y/n's POV

I was born in a witch family. My mother was a witch too. So were my ancestors. I'm also a witch. I didn't know what was it when I was a kid. Is being a witch a good thing or a bad thing? I always used to ask myself. But all I knew was my mom always used to hide the fact from everyone that we all are witches.

So many years passed. I grew up. I'm an adult now. And I still don't have the answer that if being a witch is good or bad. But for me it became a curse. A curse for which my whole family got killed. The king hired to kill all the witches in his kingdom. He's such a powerful king. And that's why my family isn't with me now.

We all were unaware that they were attacking us. It was the middle of the night. I saw them kill everyone in front of my eyes. I ran away from there. But they saw me. I ran all I could. And for god's blessings they couldn't find me. Now I made a small hut in the forest.

All time fear attacks me that they will find me and kill me too. I can't live like this. I need to find a way where I can live like normal people. So I started learning witches techniques. Maybe any of them will help me? I started reading the books of my ancestors.

I started learning many magics. But none of them are for what I was trying to find. I never did witch activities before. I started searching in all those books. Maybe, just maybe something that will make me like the other normal people and I can live a normal life just like them?

I searched all I could. But nothing was related this. But then I found something. A book which is sealed. I looked at it. It was the last hope. I opened the seal. It was too old. Am I even gonna find anything from here? I opened the book anyways. After some time of reading what I found can actually help me. The things written in the book are:

"He got sealed. After all those trying, we all witches are successful. We sealed him. He, the strongest demon. He got birthed and from that day it was all the witch's job to end him. Though its not possible to kill him. He's too powerful. We all were also shocked that we got him sealed. He was birthed to destroy the world. He wants to rule it. He has destroyed too many places. He has killed too many people. And after doing rituals we managed to seal him. That demon, that monster's name is:

Gojo Satoru"

I kept turning the pages and the last page got my attention.......

Process to unseal Gojo Satoru

He'll fulfill your wish

My heart started beating wildly. Should I do it? It is mentioned that he is too dangerous. But he'll fulfill my wish. I don't have anything in my life. Does it even matter if I risk it? If I don't do it people are gonna try to kill me all the time. Then I should take a risk. I have to go to the place mentioned in the book.

The place mentioned in the book is the old burnt castle at the end of the forest. I've seen that castle from the young age. Everyone told me to stay away from there. But they never told me the story behind it. Today I got to know about the real story behind it.

The ritual needs to be done at night. So I collected all the things that were needed in the ritual that day. And I went there the next night. I wore a hooded dress so that no one could recognise me. And I was lucky that there weren't any people there. I quickly made my way inside the old castle with a candle in my hand.

I entered the castle. It was huge. There's dust everywhere. And the castle is burnt also. It made me curious about what happened here? I kept walking. The huge stairs from the middle. I have to go to the top room of this castle. As in the book there's a throne room which is the ritual room. I went up there.

I pushed the door open and my mouth was wide open by the beauty of the throne room. I wondered what it looked like when it wasn't burnt. I went towards the throne. I don't have enough time to do the ritual. I quickly set up what was written in the book. Then lit up all the candles. Then started doing the ritual. My heart was thumping against my chest.

As I completed the spell. The wind started flowing heavily. Suddenly all the candles were extinguished together. Then the wind stopped flowing. And all of a sudden all the candles lit up together again. Then I saw a tall human figure sitting on the throne.

He has a huge masculine body. He's tall, has handsome sharp features, white hair, white eyelashes and those gorgeous blue eyes. He looks exactly the same said in the book. He's wearing all black royal clothes. He turned his head on both sides and the cracking sound echoed through the room. Then he looked at me.

Can that beautiful person be that dangerous? I asked myself. "So you're the one who unsealed me?" He spoke. I have to respect him. "Yes, my lord" I replied looking at the ground. "Hmmmmm.....well, this place is still burnt and dusty everywhere.... and I don't like my castle to lose its beauty" he said and threw a hand beside him.

A blue ray came out of his hand. And all of a sudden the castle turned all new. Not burnt anymore neither dust anywhere. I was already gorgeous and now it has become more gorgeous. A huge black gorgeous castle. "Hmm.....so what's the reason you unsealed me?" He asked.

"my lord, I'm a witch.... people of the king are killing all the witches. They killed my family too. I don't wanna live like this. I was to live like normal people. I want everyone to think of me like normal people. I want to be loved." I replied. And then there was silence. I could feel him staring at me.

"So you don't wanna be a witch any more and want to be loved right?"he asked. "... yes. My lord" I replied. He smirked. "Okay....done" he said swiping his finger in the air. My eyes widened in hope that now I can live like normal people. I looked at my hand and the witch sign was gone.

That means..... that means I'm not a witch anymore? I was so happy. "T-thank you... thank you, my lord" I said with a smile on my face. I stood up. I said "I should go now-" he didn't let me finish "No" he said. It almost seemed like an order. I dared to look at him. And there was a sinister smirk on his face.

"I didn't give you permission to leave" he said and went up from the throne. And within a blink I was standing in front of me. I got frightened and took a step back with a gasp. "You scared?" He asked with a smirk. I didn't reply. "Are you?" He asked again tilting his head. ".... N-No" I replied.

"okay.... then come with me... let me show you something" I said with a grin offering a hand to me. I have to accept his hand and so I did. And within a blink we both were standing in front of the window. How fast is he? "Look at the kingdom. I own this. I'm gonna burn this place" he said. Now he was definitely terrifying me.

He placed a hand on my waist and pulled me against him. Now this is getting too uncomfortable. "And you'll be watching them die with me from here. And I'll kill them first who killed your family" he said. What does that mean?! "M-my lord I should go now" I said. "And I already said no" he said looking at me.

"you want to be loved, right?..... you'll be living here in my castle with me.... and I'll give you all the love you need" he whispered in my ear. My eyes widened. Oh no no no. This is not what I want. He wants to kidnap me in his castle?! Shit I don't have my powers anymore either. What should I do now?!

"what happened?" He asked and nuzzled his face on my neck. I took a deep breath and pushed him. Then ran all I could. I was running through the corridor and bumped into someone. Of course it's none other than Gojo Satoru. I don't have any ways now. I automatically started crying.

He smirked. "Didn't thought someone has the bravery to disobey me" he said and started walking towards me and I started walking backwards. "P-Please let me go I don't want that life" I cried. "Oh darling you don't know how much I love to see people crying. And for your life I'm the one have the power to decide how you'll live" he said.

Then he clapped his hand and we both were standing in a.... BEDROOM?! He grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. "Now tell me what you were saying?" He asked. "P-Please....let go... P-Please" I said. "Let you go? But didn't you wish to be loved? I'm giving you the love you deserve" he said while grabbing my ass and squeezing it.

I yelped at that. "P-Please I don't want to stay her-" before I could even complete my sentence he threw me on the bed and claimed on me. I screamed so loudly out of fear when threw me on the bed. "Didn't you say you're not scared? That seems like a lie now" he said and took off a strand of hair out of my face.

"it's been years since I was sealed. Never thought I'll get this gorgeous gift as soon as I get unsealed " he said with a smirk and pressed his lips on mine. I tried to push his chest but he grabbed my hands and held them beside my head while kissing me aggressively. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth.

I was shaking my head in protest but he didn't stop. When he stopped he immediately grabbed the top of my dress and tore it off. How strong is he??? He tore off a dress with Corset with his hands?! I almost screamed when he did. I covered myself and tried to crawl up.

He grabbed my hair and made me look at him. "Did I say to cover yourself???" He asked. His eyes shined. Tears falling down from my eyes. He smirked and licked my neck with his long tongue. I was shaking from fear. "You know seeing you scared makes me more turned on" he whispered.

I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes. His eyes shined in the dim light. He didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensation. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even affect him. "M-my lord stopppp" I screamed but he didn't stop. "It's Satoru, darling.... I won't kill you if you call me Satoru"

Then he took off my pantie. He looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " so wet. You naughty little slut, getting wet for me huh?". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pants.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. "Look... this is what you have done to me..." he said while stroking his dick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " S-Satoru no no no... P-please no... s-stop" I begged and called him Satoru as he said so maybe he listens to me? but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I screamed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thrusting in and out roughly. I was through my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he liked it so much. His thrust became harder and harder.

I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " you know.... you're the first witch I love....I always hated all the witches.... never seen such a gorgeous witch like you.... f-fuck what great present I got as soon as I got unsealed" he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thrusts I came. He was still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh... I don't want this ..." I moaned. "Do you still think you can make me stop?" He said with a smirk. I dig my nails more deeper into his back as he Marked me. He continued thrusting. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. He fell beside me on the bed.

"You need to be loved? I'll give you all the love you deserve..... now spread your legs again.... I'm not done yet.... I was sealed for over 500 years.... you don't expect me to stop right now, do you?" He said and chuckled demonicly.

Give me your requests guys....

I love when you give me your requests 💕

Hii, if you're still waiting for requests, could you make a fluffy Eddie one-shot, where the reader is close to Dustin and the rest of the kids, since she was also there with them through the events in season 1-3, and acts all motherly with them. Eddie has a crush on her, but since she's a bit more popular, he thinks she would never look at him that way. Then one day Jason is talking shit about the Hellfire Club and the reader punches him and tells him they are way cooler people than him.

babysitters are allowed to have fun

symopsis: Reader is the freshmen’s favourite senior, and Eddie’s too

note: reader is she/her (as requested), and a cheerleader. also I stole a name from a ff I read (Winnie) creds to the creator

You sat at your spot at the Jock table with your best friends Chrissy and Winnie. Her name is actually Annie, but she’s too sweet so you and Chrissy nicknamed her after the bear.

"I'm going to check up on the boys, I'll be back in a little bit." You whisper in Chrissy's ear. She smiles and nods as you get up and walk that way. Your cheerleading skirt flipping in the breeze provided by the AC. You walk to the Hellfire's Club table, eyes trained to your figure.

"Hey Dustin, Mike, Lucas! How are you guys doing? I haven't talked to you guys in like a week, work's been crazy." You exclaimed, a big smile on your face.

"It's been good Y/N/N, we've missed you." Dustin says, a stupid grin on his face.

"I've missed you guys too, how's the club thing?" You ask, glancing quickly at the other members.

"It's good, we just started a new campaign!" Mike added.

"Fun! How are the drums going Gareth?" You asked, looking at the fluffy haired boy. He looked up in shock and responded.

"G-Good, they're uh- going good." He stuttered out, entranced by your unmoving gaze. You smiled in response, turning your head when Eddie spoke up.

"Y/N, uh, do you want a cupcake? I brought some chocolate ones." He said, you smiled and nodded.

"I'd love one Eds, thank you." You said reaching out to grab the cupcake from his extended hand. Your fingers grazed as you lifted the cupcake from his hand. Winking as he rushed to pull his hand back. Mike stole a bit of frosting off your cupcake and pushed it against Dustin's cheek.

Before you took a bite of the beautiful cupcake you noticed Dustin's whining. Scoffing and putting your cupcake down before looking at him.

"What are you complaining about?" You ask glancing at the frosting he was using a napkin to try to get off. You moved his hand and put some water on the napkin, crouching down and wiping the chocolate off his face.

"Y/NNN" Dustin whined out, trying to slap your hands away.

"Shush Dustin, 'm almost done." You mutter, rolling your eyes at his behavior. Wiping away the final bits of frosting and standing back up. You grab the cupcake and bite into it, the frosting sitting on your nose. You notice the boys laughing.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" You ask innocently and swipe the chocolate from your face to Mike's jaw.

"Who's laughing now? Dork." You say affectionately, a smile on your face as you continue to eat the cupcake.

"D'you like it?" Eddie asks, big eyes wide and pupils blown out.

"Oh yeah Eds, I love it. Where'd you get them?" You ask licking the frosting off your lips.

"I- uhm... I made them." He stated sheepishly.

"What?! No shit, that's great Eds. I had no idea you were a baker, these are seriously so good. We should bake together sometime, I make a killer frosting." You exclaimed happily, nudging his shoulder slightly. Your smile was broken as Jason approached the two of you.

"Y/N, come on. You shouldn't be hanging with these Hellfire freaks, let's go baby." Jason said, sincerity lacing his voice with a bit of venom.

"I'm good right here Jason, and don't call me 'baby'." You voiced, disgust present in your voice.

"Seriously baby, let's just go." Jason said, grabbing your waist and pulling you away.

"I said no, Jesus Christ Jason. Leave me the fuck alone."

"Sweetheart, just come with me. You're not in your right mind." Jason repeated once again, huffing when he couldn't pull you by your waist. He moved one hand to your wrist and started tugging. That's when you took your dominant hand and swung a solid right/left hook, landing square on his jaw.

"You bitch." He screamed, grabbing his jaw and running out of the cafeteria. His minions following quickly afterwards. You swung your hand up and down wincing a little before dropping it.

"Where were we? Oh right! Eddie seriously we've gotta bake together, maybe you could come over tonight and we could do that." You suggested with a flirty smirk, winking gently.

"I think I'm in love with you." Eddie muttered, eyes focused only on you. You smiled wider.

"Well the feelings are definitely returned babe." You said giving him a light kiss on the cheek before leaving back to your table.

"I have a date with Eddie Munson tonight." You exclaimed.

"Finally, you've pined over him for so long I literally cannot stand it anymore." Winnie complained, rolling her eyes.

The Kids Are Alright (alive) 💕🌈✨

You were meant to be mine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem! reader

A/N: As usual 18+, this is not for minors so minors DNI, please keep scrolling. Inspired by Jamie Muscato's wonderful voice in the Heather Musical, Meant to be Yours. Now, here is Meant to be Mine. If you don't know the song, listen, come back, and enjoy! :) Alsoooo, this is not good behavior, it's toxic, if someone you know or you deals with someone or something like this in real life please get them or yourself help.

Summary: Toxic Peter Parker, reader who's trying to leave her boyfriend who's changed from the "nice guy" she thought she fell for.

Word Count: 2,100+

Warnings:

dubcon, rough sex, breeding kink, cock warming, toxic ex, mentions of arguing, choking

You sat on the floor of your shitty New York apartment, Queens wasn't the best but you didn't expect things to get this fucked up...

   Peter wasn't himself anymore, or maybe it was all an act. Your head just spun, but that's not even the reason you were sitting on the floor. You sat on the floor because you had no furniture, it was only day two in the new place. One day when Peter was at work you packed all your shit and left, you couldn't take it anymore, not after that night.

    The sweet soft brunette you fell in love with. Always adorn in skinny jeans and oversized sweaters or hoodies, such a beautiful boy. You met through his Aunt May. It was a bit strange but you both went to the same laundry mat and just clicked. She joked how perfect you'd be with her Peter, and it was true, for a while. You did this a lot, sat and just thought. What a shitty way to spend valentine's day... you saw so many couples leaving earlier, you'd be shocked if anyone else was even home in the building.

To make up for a lack of rent money and being late you agreed to clean the building, which was quite the task with the lazy manager and handyman who half assed everything. That's how you always knew things, who was home, who wasn't and got to meet lots of the neighbors. Random things would remind you of that night Peter snapped. The way he yelled and broke a frame you got him for Christmas with a picture of you both... that was the last straw. Your Peter would never do that. He wouldn't even raise his voice at you.

    While humming away to yourself, just sitting in the quiet to relax your mind. To try and forget Peter, and just wait for your pizza. It was all you could afford that would last the long weekend. Finally a knock, it was here.

   You jumped to your feet with a smile, so excited for the cheesy goodness to melt on your tongue. You opened the door, wallet in your hand to give the delivery driver a tip. "Hi, uhm- Peter?" You froze completely, dropping your wallet shocked. He found you? He found you... of course.

    "Hi, I just wanted to come by and apologize. I'm so sor-," you slammed the door right in his face. Heart aching and eyes tearing up. What the fuck is wrong with him? "Y/N! Open the door please, please Y/N." He said with an ache in his voice, the same one you'd likely have. He sounded like the Peter you once knew and loved.

    "Y/N please open the door, can we just talk? I don't wanna fight anymore I promise." He begged with a gentle knock. After about half a minute, he spoke again, knocking a little harder. "I know you're probably scared, I've been there. Please just let me in." His voice was soft and begging, almost pitiful. "Come on Y/N, can we not fight anymore?" It was nearly a whimper with how he begged and pleaded.

    Not even five seconds later, one loud bang on the other side. "Y/N!" He shouted now with the anger you saw that day. Three loud bangs to the wood followed, you watched as the door shook, hinges threatening to bend. "Open the door!" He screamed making you flinch. The tears now falling one by one. "Please babe, can we just talk? I'm so sorry. I'm calm I swear." He was so whiney, completely different from before, soft like your Peter was.

"Please go away." You mumbled, holding your arms, almost like you were hugging yourself. "Baby please." He sobbed with a soft thud to your door, you looked through the peephole and there he was. Head pressed against the door, you watched as he heavily sighed and lifted his head back up, almost like he knew you were looking, he looked right at your peephole.

"Please Y/N. It's just me." His teary eyes made your heart throb, wanting nothing more than to open the door and pull him close to you. But you couldn't. This wasn't your Peter anymore. You wondered if he ever even was.

As you watched a moment longer, his facial expression completely changed, anger taking over, you winced afraid of what was to come. "Open the door or I will." His voice was a demand, a serious one you could tell. "Peter, other people live here! They'll hear you and come out if you try anything." You warned. He ignored you completely, "don't make me count." He almost chuckled at his own words.

After a pause, he kicked your door, and the door shook, the wood creaking. "One!" He shouted. "Peter stop!" You cried out as he kicked again, the wood was cracking and you could hear it. You don't know how much longer the old thing had in it. "Two!" He shouted again.

Before three, you broke into a sob, and looked away. Too afraid to react to the third kick. Nothing came, no kick, no screaming, no Peter. You wiped your eyes, checking the peephole. He was gone, you sighed out of relief. You don't know what made him leave but you were grateful. Right as you were going to head for your phone to call a friend, another knock. You didn't wanna check, why would he bother knocking though? So you looked through the peephole and behold, the pizza driver this time. But, actually.

"Hi order for Y/N." The driver greeted, box in hand. "Yeah, that's me." You sniffled a bit even with your big fake smile. "Okay, here's your pizza and I had to set down the sides bag, sorry about that. I almost dropped it, a bit heavy." They nervously remarked. You had ordered a two liter soda and some cheesy bread on the side, so it made sense it'd be heavy. "No problem." You shook your head with a small smile, grabbing the box, picking up your wallet you handed the driver a ten dollar bill. "Thanks so much." You said and turned away to set the box down. "Thank you, have a nice day." The driver called out as they walked back down the hallway.

You set the pizza down immediately, opening that bad boy up eagerly, mouth watering. I guess the pizza can maybe drown out the sadness and shitty feelings.

"Orange crush? Our favorite." The familiar voice from behind you left you drained of all color in your face. Your skin was crawling. "Peter you need to leave." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "Why? Please I just want to talk." He pleaded, approaching you, setting down the large bottle beside you. His figure absorbing your own, he was taller and more built than you, reminding you there was a reason you didn't want to be alone with him.

     "Please baby." He said and gently grabbed your jaw, making your eyes meet his. Peter's eyes glanced at your lips as he moved in. Your head screamed no, a thousand times no. His touch made you warm inside though, and you haven't felt that way in a long time. His lips grazed yours and the sparks flew, he had you. He kissed you slow and passionate, as if to apologize with a kiss. You felt your brain melt and become scrambled as you got lost in the feel of him.

     "Missed you." He groaned into your ear as he kissed down your neck, his bulge against your thigh. Every last bit of your common sense was leaving, the more he touched you, the more you wanted him.

     He covered your neck in hickeys, paying so much attention to your sweet spots. "I'm gonna make it all up to you, gonna make you feel so good." His words left you needy and moaning. Desperate for something, it had been months since you and Peter had been intimate. Anytime he tried, you turned him down. Anytime you tried, he turned you down, or wasn't around. Now, finally, it was happening for the both of you. "Please just fuck me Peter." You pleaded as he slipped a hand into your sweats. Two of his fingers running up and down your slit over your panties.

    "Say no more." He smiled and began to strip himself of his clothes. Not really giving you a chance to, he picked you up by your thighs, carrying you in such a way that allowed him press right against your aching pussy. "My room is," "I know." He interrupted and went straight into your room.

    Before you could question anything he was on you, carefully removing your clothes, peppering your body with kisses as he did so. "So pretty." He mumbled against your skin as he sucked, kissed, bit and licked you all over. Your neck, chest, thighs all covered now with his marks. "I'm going to ruin any other man for you, understand? So," he paused and positioned himself against your hole. "If you even try to leave, and move on," he began to push himself inside you. Stretching your wet pussy to fit him like a glove. "You won't be able to baby." The words were a deep growl as he started to pound into you.

   Helplessly you clawed at his back, just taking all he gave you. He was bigger than you remembered and god you were thankful for it. "Peter! Please more!" You whined as he immediately fulfilled that request.

    He gave you all he had, bottoming out with each thrust, as fast and as hard as he could, fucking you dumb. Your head was empty and all you could register was pleasure. "I'm gonna fill this pretty pussy up with all my cum. Never gonna leave me understand Y/N? You're mine." You couldn't care what he said, so close to an orgasm. "Tell me you're mine, tell me you want it." Peter grabbed your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure.

     "Oh god, want it so bad. Please fill up my little pussy Peter, it's all yours! I need it! Need you Peter!" You sobbed, legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders. "You won't ever leave me again, do you understand?" He groaned, his hand squeezing a bit tighter making you nod frantically. "I understand, oh fuck." You cried out, seconds from release.

The shame and embarrassment in the back of your head were fading the closer to your high you got. The feeling of him pounding you without mercy was so much. Such pleasure was foreign. “Go ahead and cum for me baby.” He moaned and kept it right at the same pace and strength. Peter’s voice, grunts in your ear helped you let go, you saw stars, vision spotty and everything was a blur. All you knew was pleasure, overwhelming everlasting pleasure. Well that’s what it felt like. His name was a never ending praise from your lips.

One that he seemed to love as his orgasm followed yours, “can’t wait to see how big your tits will get.” He groaned as he released rope after rope of his cum deep inside of you. “Gonna be such a good mom.” He kissed your lips, stilling inside of you. He laid his body on yours gently, staying inside of you.

His words and actions hit you, you didn’t take your birth control…. You haven’t for about a month. you had forgotten it when you were in a rush packing, and he would know that. He knew. He had you trapped again. “See, we fit so well together Y/N. I told you, you were meant to be mine.” Peter snuggled back into your chest happily. Maybe this is where you belong, he might be right… maybe you were meant to be his. “Happy Valentine’s day my sweet girl.”