Undone

Steve questioning his sexuality right this second

AND THIS WAS IMPROVISED AHSNJSJ IM SCREAMING

adding in the scene 🥹 gay panic

sakuatsu

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+)

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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.

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Friends With Benefits | Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve are your friends with benefits

Warnings: SMUT, straight up porn, pussy eating, cum eating, creampie, swearing, rough sex, hair pulling, titty fucking, spiting, degradation. minors, you know the drill, don’t read this. 18+ only. i’m not responsible for the shit you consume, so if you go past the line after reading all my warnings i don’t know what to fuckin say.

i’m supposed to be packing in case i have to evacuate due to possible flooding in my area but instead i wrote this… so… yeah

It was no secret that you shared certain… relations with both Eddie and Steve. You weren’t ashamed of it. There was no need to be. Not when they fucked you so well and always left you more than satisfied.

However, it also wasn’t a secret that Eddie and Steve had a certain tension with one another. Anytime you mentioned it to either of them, they’d brush it off.

So that’s exactly why you devised a plan. To get to the bottom of why your friends with benefits seemed to dislike each other so much, when they could both be working together in fucking you instead of having to keep creating a weekly schedule to avoid messes.

Tonight was Thursday, Eddie’s night. It was eleven, meaning he’d be there soon enough. And so would Steve… who you lied to and said that Eddie flaked out on you tonight and you desperately needed him.

You were giddy but also slightly nervous as you waited there, in nothing but your favorite lacy matching lingerie set. Soon enough, the familiar sound of a car - or in the case of tonight, two cars - were heard as they pulled up in the driveway.

Followed by intense slamming of doors and Eddie’s distinctive voice rang out. “What the fuck are you doing here, Harrington?” Met by Steve’s “I could ask you the same thing, Munson.” And then the sound of your front door banging open and two sets of shoes coming up the stairs, as they marched to your room.

The door swung open so hard you were almost worried it’d fall of the hinges. You were met by the annoyed faces of your boys, both looking at you with quizzical eyes. You gave them a look of innocence. “Oh,” you hummed and raised your eyebrows. “Well I definitely wasn’t expecting both of you tonight.”

Eddie and Steve both gave each other side glances, neither of them believing you. You continued to look up at both of them, a certain sly glint in your eyes that they didn’t miss out on. “I guess since you’re both here, why don’t we get started?” Eddie looked at Steve again, scoffing upon your bold suggestion.

“Yeah, right.” Eddie growled. You looked at him in real confusion, now. Surely he had to be messing with you… “You really thought you could get away with this, huh? You think we’re stupid, doll?” Eddie asked, walking over to you now and grabbing your chin. He forced you to look at him, his eyes on fire.

You all but shrunk into yourself, under his harsh gaze. “W-what are you talking about,” you muttered, nervously. It was Steve who replied, this time. He stood by the door still, arms crossed. “Is one dick for a night not enough for you, little slut? You just had to get us both over here?” You shuddered at his words.

“N-no!” You squealed, legs instinctively squeezing together. Neither of them have ever talked to you like this. Maybe you should’ve done this ages ago…

“Don’t lie, doll.” Eddie tutted. His hand was still on your chin, keeping your eyes level with his. He could see your pupils were far blown. “You wanna be used by us both more than you already are, greedy little thing, aren’t you? Tricking us both into coming over here for you could get fucked on two cocks. Whore,”

You stifled a moan, “That’s not true! I-I,” you couldn’t help your fumbling as you tried to piece together what to say. “I just- I wanted to know why you two seemed to hate each other so much… when y-you could ya know… work together.” You never sounded so pathetic before. God, they both fucking loved it.

Steve laughed first upon your confession, followed by Eddie. You looked at them, eyes darting between the two. “What?” You squeaked, scared upon seeing their devilish grins. “You sweet, oblivious little dove.” Eddie cooed cruelly, toying with your emotions.

“Steve and I don’t hate each other, fuck if anything we have a huge amount of respect for one another. Getting to fuck this pussy takes a lot of work, and sometimes it seemed like one a night wasn’t enough. Turns out we were right. All we’ve been wanting to do, doll, is fuck you. Together. We were just worried you weren’t gonna be in to that, but now that we know…” Eddie trailed off.

Steve pipped in, “now that we know, we can do just what you’ve been wanting.” Your eyes widened, lust and excitement clear. But they couldn’t allow that, not after the games you pulled. “Well, we would.” Steve continued, “but because you’re a lying slut, Eddie and I are gonna use this newfound answer to our advantage.” You whimpered, they just smirked.

“B-but,” you tried to say. Tried to get out of what you had gotten yourself into, but Eddie’s hold on you had tightened and he pushed your face down towards his crotch. “Enough,” he interrupted. “Just get to work,”

You saw the look in his eyes, in Steve’s eyes. Dark. You were in so much trouble. Deciding to obey, you made quick work of unbuttoning Eddie’s leather pants, his hips lifting a little to help you as you tug them off. He did the same when you reached for his boxers, the grey material straining against his cock.

You freed him, the sight though so familiar, never failed to make your mouth water. Tongue met skin, the taste of salty precum coating your tastebuds as you took him in your needy mouth. You tried to hide moans, not wanting him to know you wanted this so bad. He knew, they both did. You weren’t supposed to enjoy this, it wasn’t about you tonight anymore.

Eddie decided to make that known when he thrusted forward so hard, so deep, that you gagged. Spit and tears mixed together as they streamed down your face, his pace not lighting up as he continued to use and abuse your throat. “Fuck,” Eddie moaned. “So good, feels so good putting this slut in their place.”

He said it to Steve, who was watching the whole thing. He still didn’t move from the door, but he had shimmied off a few clothes. His toned chest in all its hairy glory was on display, you couldn’t help but to stare. Your cheek started to burn, Eddie’s cold and hard metal rings meeting your skin is a harsh slap.

“Don’t look at him, just fulfill your duties like the cockslut you are.” Eddie’s hand wrapped in your hair and yanked you down on his cock, keeping it there so you couldn’t move your head or look anywhere.

Your eyes were red and burned with tears, both from the pleasure but also frustration. You wanted this to go differently, but you should’ve known that the boys were two steps ahead of you. They always were

Eddie’s hold on your hair let up as he began to get closer to release, a little more gentle as he tugged your head up to meet with your eyes. His dark stare held onto your own as he came down your throat. Once he arrived back on earth he fully pushed you off him, your mouth letting go of his cock with a pop.

He didn’t let you go far from him, as he demanded you get on all four. You did as told, crawling on your hands and knees until your ass was high in the air. The lacy panties you wore left little to the imagination

You were totally soaked, and they could both see it.

However, you couldn’t saw anything right now but the base of your headboard as you had your back - well rather your ass - turned on them. You could hear shuffling, though. The sound of clothes hitting the floor, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your ass in anticipation. Earning another rough slap. This time it was from Steve, “fucking slut is still enjoying this even after you almost gagged them to death on your cock, Munson.” Steve chuckled as he turned his head to look at Eddie, who smirked back at him.

Steve delivered another smack, it was painful and mean. “Let’s see how much you enjoy this,” he said. You could feel his hard on pressing against your ass, the skin now welted and rough from his large hands. He didn’t give you time to dwell on the stinging of your skin, as he shoved his cock into your soaking cunt. Steve hissed at how tight and warm you were.

“Jesus christ, you little minx.” He reached to grab onto your hips, roughly pulling you closer. His hold was so rough, fingers digging into your skin as he plowed into you without a care. Reminding you once more that tonight wasn’t for your pleasure.

It was for theirs, and your punishment.

Steve railed into you doggy style for as long as he could, much like Eddie he enjoyed tugging on your hair, but he wanted to see your face when he used you. When he stopped pounding into you abruptly, you wanted to whine and protest, but couldn’t. He soon flipped you over anyways, now on your back with him hovering over you. His cock slipping in.

This time you let yourself moan, clenching around him. “Fuck,” Steve through his head back. “You’re a goddamn whore, you know that? Clenching around me like a lifeline. Does this dick give you life, baby? This dick your life, huh?” He all but spit the words out on your face, it was fucking humiliating.

But fuck, it was hot.

When you didn’t answer, his hands which had been playing with your nipples, moved to your throat instead. He was careful to put too much pressure, but it was enough to make your head spin. Just the way you liked, “I asked you a question, baby. Do you live for this cock, do you worship this cock?” He asked again, and this time you managed to shout.

“yes!” you moaned and cried, tears streaming down your face. Steve was fucking triumphant upon this, and he came all without much warning, filling you up to the brim with his deliciously warm and salty cum. “Shit,” Steve fell onto the bed by your side. Tired.

The two of you laid there, catching your breathe. Nothing was said, you didn’t know what to say…

Even if you did, chances of you getting to say it were slim by the time Eddie decided to worm his way up to you again. Your legs parting as Eddie silently lowered himself between your thighs, his messy hair tickling the sensitive skin. In your dazed mind, you thought you had imagined him. It wasn’t until the first long stripe was felt going from the bottom to the top of your pussy, did you register that this was very real.

Eddie are you out like a starved man, the mix of your juices and Steve’s didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest as he licked up every drop. You moaned and your hands found his way into his hair, feeling his warm cum covered lips and tongue on your clit.

Meanwhile Steve watched amazed, his cock was getting hard again as he watched the man between your legs drink up every bit of his cum and yours. You looked at when you felt Steve moving beside you, pulling himself up to his knees. Steves hand wrapped around his own cock, and he began to stroke himself at the sight of Eddie eating you out.

You felt yourself burning all over, more so than before, not sure what to watch. Who to watch…

Eddie looked up at you from between your thighs and winked, pulling away slightly for a moment to catch Steve’s attention. “Those tits look awful lonely and untouched, don’t they, Harrington?” Eddie said in a suggestive tone, to which Steve caught on to.

Because before you knew it, Steve’s hands left his cock and were placed between your tits, letting them do the job. Eddie smirked and continued his work, mumbling something about how “Stevie boys cum was sweet but not as good as his,” you couldn’t quite tell. The stars in the late night sky shined in your room as you came, Steve following in your steps as he painted you in white once more. This time, the art displayed on your bare chest for all to see.

You should’ve arranged this a long time ago, you thought to yourself, as you found yourself now clean and taken care of and in the arms of your boys.

Hi! I saw your in need of requests, Billy is the new Hawkins highs king, gets all the girls, etc, but the truth is, his Inlove with the schools goth boy who's always hanging around with Eddie Munson & the hellfire club, and they have p.e class together one day, and their alone in the shower room, and they have sex?

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whats a pretty boy like you doing all alone?

Billy hargrove x male reader

Rated: 18+ MINORS DNI

CW: smut, cursing, slight daddy!kink, petnames (pretty boy, etc), oral, face fucking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, public sex, unprotected sex, rough dom!billy, sub!reader, male!reader, praise, degradation, aftercare (there might be more, if their are plz tell me in the comments)

Billy Hargrove. The new king of Hawkins high. Girls flocked to him, guys want to be him. He had everything he could ever want, except you. You were never popular, you were quiet, you dressed differently, and you like “weird” things, which led to you being labeled as a “freak”. Luckily you found others that were like you, who were into the same stuff, Eddie Munson and the hellfire club. Eddie was like a brother to you, the hellfire club was like your family. Of course, hanging out with them caused you to be shunned even more by your peers but you never really cared. There was one exception tho. Billy Hargrove, you never really understood why you liked him so much, why you cared about what he thought of you. For some unknown reason, you liked him. Sure he was hot and you had heard multiple girls talking about how good he was in bed but that didn't excuse the fact that he was a total and complete asshole. Billy knew he liked guys, he's known for a while. None of the guys in Hawkins really stuck out to him tho, until he saw you one day, talking to Eddie “the freak” Munson. He liked that you didn't care what people thought or said about you, that when people said something to you you always had some snarky comment to say back, that you didn't take shit from anyone. You had seen him stare at you in the halls and in class before. You never really thought much of it till one day in gym class. You had chosen to participate that day so you had gotten pretty sweaty. Since you didn't want to smell all day you decided to take a shower in the locker room. You tried to wait till everyone was gone, little did you know billy was waiting for the same thing, wanting to get some alone time with you. When you thought you saw the last person leave you went into the showers. As you began to wash your body you heard a voice from behind you. “Whats a pretty boy like yourself doing all alone huh,” billy says walking in and turning on one of the showers near you. Fuck he was hot. And damn was he big. No wonder so many girls are all over him. Unfortunately for you, he noticed your staring “See something you like?” he teased “You wish Hargrove,” you said quickly, trying not to sound as flustered as you were “So what's with you and Munson” he asks coming closer to you “Why do you wanna know, you got a crush on me or something?” trying to back away, and ending up pinned to the locker room wall “So what if i do. I've seen the way you look at me, like your begging me to fuck you” he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder

“I have no idea what your talking about” you answer in a shaky tone “Oh ya?” His leg forces its way between your legs, and you feel your dick harden. “This says otherwise” he smirks moving to press his knee against your growing erection “Fuck you” you moan “Maybe is you ask nicely” he begins to kiss your neck. His hand travels from beside your head down your body so he can grab hold of your cock. “Is this ok?” he asks “fuck, yes” you moan out, bucking your hips to try and get some relief “Good boy” he whispers as he begins to stroke you, kissing and biting your neck

He pumps your dick steadily while his mouth works down your body to your chest. your back arches when he bites, hands tightening on his shoulders. This was so much better than when you did it alone. “Fuck billy, close” you moan into his shoulder “Hold it.” he demands “Cant. please” you beg “I said hold it slut” as soon as he says it your cumming in his hand “Fuck im sorry. I didnt mean t-” your cut off by him slapping you. It hurts but you love it. “I told you to hold it. Since you cant follow instructions i think i should punish you” he says backing way from you. “if you want to come again,” he sits on one of the benches, legs spread. He holds his dick, beckoning you to him with his fingers, “work for it.” You walk up to him, getting on your knees. “say ahh pretty boy” he says as he pats your chin; you oblige him as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Billy holds your head as your take it in. Once you have it all in, he keeps your head there, hand rubbing circles on your cheek as he admires the view. “Such a good boy” he says as you start to move. you work on sucking his dick as your hands alternate between massaging his balls and stroking what couldn’t fit your mouth as your head continues to bob. Apparently you were going to slow for billy because he begins to thrust his hips, fucking your throat and causing you to gag. The sound of you gagging on his cock just turns him one more. you can hear the sloppy noise of his dick hitting the back of your throat as he fucks it. hips bucking at an erratic rhythm as billy holds your head in place. “fuck, you want daddy’s cum? you want me to cum in your mouth huh slut?” he grunts looking down at you. you whimper and try your best to nod your head, the vibrations from your mouth spurring him on.

His legs spread further as he drags you slightly higher, your elbows dig into his thighs, and he holds your head down when he comes. “Swallow,” he tells you, and you do. “Good boy” he praises you, running his fingers threw your hair. he pats his lap, “Now come here.” you get up from your knees and straddle his lap. you are holding onto him, legs barely able to move without trembling as Billy’s fingers reach behind you and start to play with your ass. Putting just the tips in but nothing else. “Billy please. fuck—” You pleaded to him

“Please what. Use your words slut” 

“fuck me, please,” you elaborated, “please” His hand leaves your ass and is replaced by his dick. Billy thrusts the whole thing into you. Your mouth falls open, a strangled sound coming from you as your head falls forward. He gives you a few minutes to adjust to his size, kissing you to try and distract you from the pain. his thrusts started out at a moderate pace, and the kiss stopped when his pace picked up. By now he's slamming into you, one hand holding onto your throat to keep you quiet while the other goes to stroke your cock. “dirty fucking whore, look at you. didn’t know you’d be so dirty. mmm, fuck, should’ve done this months ago,” he continues grunting as he plows into you. 

Your whole body feels on fire as one by one your coherent thoughts fade away. he was fucking you stupid, and you loved every moment of it. You just wished he had done it sooner. Billy was lost in the feeling of you, mesmerized by the way your walls sucked his cock back in time after time

he only came back to reality when your moans became louder and your walls fluttered around him. “gonna cum again, slut? yeah, go ahead, cum for me,” At the last second billy shoves his fingers in your mouth to keep you from screaming out as you cum all over your and Billy's stomachs. He fucks you through your orgasm, using your oversensitive hole to get himself right to the edge. Fully focused now on nothing but his own pleasure. “Fuckin’ slut, you like bein’ treated like a stupid whore huh?” It took only a few more thrusts before he joined your ecstasy, groaning as he orgasmed. he looked at you, watching as your sweaty chest heaved and your head rested against his shoulder. you were fucked out, dazed, yet satisfied.

"pretty boy, you there?" he asked you gently, reaching to cup the back of your head and tilt it up slightly. 

"mhm," you hummed, blinking a few times as you gazed at him. “How about we skip the rest of the day yeah? Take you home and get you cleaned up” he said, running his finger threw your hair while the other hand moved up and down your back in a soothing manner.

“Mkay” you muttered already half asleep, causing billy to chuckle. After billy got you home he was unusually gentle. He carried you up to your room before laying you on your bed. He left for a few seconds, coming back with a wet washcloth to wipe off whatever of his cum was left. By the time he was done you were basically asleep. He began to walk towards the door when you grabbed his wrist.

“stay. Please” you muttered “Of course pretty boy” he got into bed with you, pulling your head to lay on his chest before falling asleep with you.

Yanderes who fuck their Darlings so rough and fast that their Darling's moans and cries get punctuated and broken up by each thrust

Like Dabi would be railing his Darling and actively TRYING to do this lol

"Please, please stop! I wanna go h-home, Dabi, stop, sto-o-o-o-op!"

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

Sunday Worship

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Summary || Father James teaches you how to please him.

Word Count || 3160

Contents & Warnings || Slight Angst/Fluff, Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, slight dub-con/non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 30’s), sexual thoughts and acts, pet names (sweet thing/one, baby) oral (male receiving), Father kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, inappropriate/forceful touches, light choking, degrading, spit, cum swallowing, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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It was not the same.

He was not the same as last Sunday’s mass.

No special glances or touches from Father James.

Nothing.

It was like all those sinful and secret moments together didn't happen—like they were a part of some distant life that didn't exist anymore.

All throughout the morning, you wanted his attention. Wanted to have his blue eyes, with that touch of darkness, to gaze into your sweet and pure ones. Wanted to have that wicked smile of his show itself to you while he licked his lips. Wanted to have his sinful touches on your delicate skin when no one was watching. But there was none of that—no darkness, no wickedness, no sin.

It was like you were nothing. Just another face in the crowd. Nothing special.

It made you mad, angry, hurt, insecure…

Had you done something wrong?

Were you not as unique as he made you seem to be?

Had he gotten bored of you?

Was there someone else?

All these thoughts ran through your head, and you wanted nothing more than for mass to end and go home to cry in bed silently.

When mass was over, everyone in the community found their way outside to converse with neighbours and friends before all headed their separate ways home.

You and your parents were chatting with the family of one of your closest girlfriends when Father James walked over.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he approached. Although you were mad at him, your body still intensely yearned for him.

“Sir,” he was referring to your dad, “can I lend your daughter for today?”

Huh?

“Sure, Father. What do you need her for?”

“A lot of things….”

Oh…

“.… but right now, I could really use some help with getting our beloved church in order—cleaning and tidying things up. Would that be ok?”

“Of course, Father. She's all yours….”

You want to be all his for eternity.

“…. I’ll pick her up around four?”

“We will be all done by then.”

Throughout all of their exchange, they never asked for your permission. If this was something you wanted. But you would have said yes if they asked—in a heartbeat. You were too intrigued about what your time alone with Father James would bring again—if his true sinful nature would emerge, or would you be just as disappointed as you'd been all morning.

Alas, it was disappointment when you found yourself alone in the church with him. You'd hoped and prayed that he would pin you between the wall and his muscular frame—exploring your body with his mouth and fingers as you struggled to get free, but there was none of that. He really meant it when he said you would clean the church.

But in the end, it turned out to be quite fun.

Father James put on some fun summer pop songs on an old radio while you worked. Songs that were highly forbidden in your household.

You swept the floor, reordered books and tidied up every nook and cranny of the church.

Although you missed Father James’ devious nature, you loved his warm and cheerful presence as well—his aura shining bright with joy and love.

You talked here and there while cleaning—him getting to know you, and you get to know him. And he was so funny—making you crack up at the jokes he told.

When you weren't talking, the silence was comfortable, not awkward at all. Just letting the music and each other’s calm presence create a pleasant atmosphere.

————

You placed the candle holders that you'd just polished on the altar, humming the tune of the song playing on the radio while vaguely moving your hips. You didn't think much of it since they were both such small gestures, but there was someone that noticed—someone you'd been missing and craving all day.

“My, my…”

A voice of the devil, deep and sinister, whispered in your ear, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. His towering presence could be felt behind you.

It was him.

He was back.

A soft moan slipped from your mouth as his breath fanned the side of your face. His lips delicately grace your earlobe.

“... what a beautiful and talented little mouth you have, sweet thing...”

His colossal palm lay flat on your stomach—pulling you flush against his muscular torso, making you gasp out.

“... and what captivating moves you have.”

He started moving his hips, making you follow along with him. And you could feel him while you moved in sync.

“F-Father…”

You were speechless as he put you in his trance.

“Mmm…”

His other hand wrapped around your neck, applying light pressure before it followed the curve of your neck and chin—making your head arch. His touches made your most precious area beat with your heart.

“I wonder,” his thumb swiped your lips, “what other secret talents this mouth possesses,” he pushed the tip of the digit in your mouth, and you sucked it delicately with no second thought, making him moan.

“I want to find out.” He growled through gritted teeth.

In a flash, you were turned around in his grasp. His solid and large body pinned your smaller one against the altar while his face was inches from yours.

Was he going to kiss you? Was that what he meant by finding out?

You wanted him to grab your face and press his lips against yours. Wanted to feel his tongue move against yours as you tasted one another. You even craned your neck slightly to the side to show him you were ready.

But it didn't seem like that was happening.

“I want you on your knees….”

“Huh?”

“…. get on your knees, sweet little girl.”

Obeying his demands, slowly, while keeping his gaze, you descended to the floor until your knees lay on the cold hardwood, hands in your lap. You peer up at him through your lashes with your pure eyes, head slightly tilted to the side.

His hand caressed the side of your face while his thumb swiped your lips once more, making him lick his own.

“You're so pretty like this. So submissive to me and my every need. So submissive to please the Lord and me. Do you want to please the Lord, sweet thing…?”

You nod.

“.… do you want to please me?”

You nod again, more profound this time.

You want nothing more than to please Father James—for him to use you for his pleasure and make him feel as good as he made you feel last time.

“Please me, and you will please the Lord, sweet one.”

He pushed his whole thumb in your mouth, and you sucked it—hollowing your cheeks as you did, bobbing your head.

“Push your tits together, sweet thing.”

You pushed your upper arms into your chest, squeezing your breasts together, creating that stripe of cleavage he wanted.

He groaned at seeing you on your knees for him—so pretty and submissive for his every command.

His other hand palmed himself over the black pants—the dent in them becoming more visible the more he touched himself.

Those sinful actions of his made you incredible aroused. Your cotton panties became wetter by the second, and your bundle of nerves begged to be touched and stimulated.

“You're making me painfully hard, baby,” he removed his finger from your mouth, both hands on his belt buckle now, “I need to feel your lips wrapped around me.” He started to undo the belt, and the clang of it was like an erotic harmony.

Your lips parted as you looked up at his sinister face—the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin, and his eyes appeared almost black from your position below.

“Stick that pretty little tongue out for me,” he unbuttoned the button and pulled his zipper down, “show me how hungry you are for my cock.”

You stuck your whole tongue out for him while those innocent eyes peered up—begging. Begging for something you weren't even sure what was. You just knew you wanted it— all that he had to offer.

A loud gasp slips from you as he springs to life in front of your very eyes. He's big, much bigger than you remember when you saw it in the confessional—thick and luscious while his balls hung heavy. A thick protruding vein ran along the length.

Although you'd dreamed of it and fantasised about it, having him this close to you, now it was somewhat intimidating and scary—making you retract your head a couple of inches.

“In awe are we now? I know, sweet thing. It's a lot for a little girl like you to handle,” his hand stroked your cheek lovingly, his soft touch a significant contrast to his filthy words, “but I’ll show you how to please a man.”

“F-Father, I-I’m not sure what to do.”

He put his finger at the base of his length, “I want you to lick from here,” and then slowly dragged his finger upwards—till the tip, “to here.”

“O-ok.”

You slowly leaned forward, tongue poked out, and when your wet surface came in contact with him, it was like an instant drug—a strong desire and need to feel more of him. Slowly, you dragged your tongue on his length, coating him in your saliva, making him moan. When you reached the tip, you flicked your tongue on him as the finishing move.

“Oh, baby…”

“W-was that ok, Father.”

“Ok? Sweet girl, it was perfect. You sure you've never done this before?”

“N-never, Father. You're t-the first.”

“And I will be the last. Now,” his hand rested on the back of your head, encouraging you to do it again, “let me feel that pretty tongue again.”

You licked him again, and again, and again, until he was messy and dripping with your saliva.

“So good, baby, now,” he wrapped his fist around himself and jerked his length off, the saliva helping him glide effortlessly, “suck my balls.”

You sucked and licked them as he wanted, closing your eyes as you worked on them.

“Look up at me while you suck them.”

You opened your eyes and looked straight into his ones as you moaned with your mouth full of him.

“Yeah, baby, such a filthy fucking whore you are, huh? You love to suck on them, don't you?”

You nod.

“I’ll give you something more to suck on, sweet thing.”

With his other hand, he pulled you off him, making you let out a whine at the loss of contact—displaying your tongue to show you wanted more.

“Good girl. Already one step ahead. You’re leaning.”

He tapped his heavy cock on your awaiting tongue, making a wet sound each time he made contact. Each tap made you moan at the weight of him. He glided his length on the wet surface while he grunted heavily.

“Wrap your lips around the tip and suck it for me, baby.”

You closed them around him and suckled his tip while your tongue swirled around it, moaning at the taste of him in your mouth.

“Sweet thing, I need to test something. I need to see how far you can take me,” his hand on the back of your head slowly pushed you further on him, “let me know when it becomes too much.”

Slowly, inch by inch, he went into your mouth, making your eyes glossy with tears. You tried so hard to ignore the discomfort, wanting to take as much as possible. But when he was about halfway into your mouth, it became too much. His tip tickled the back of your throat, making you gag around him and your eyes shut tight. The vibrations on his length made him moan out loud, and you saw him shiver above you. His reaction excited you, and you wanted nothing more than to take all of it if that’s what it took to please him. But you couldn't, so you grabbed his leg hard, digging your nails into him, signalling that it was enough—you couldn't anymore, or else you were afraid he’d suffocate you.

“Oh, God, baby, that's so good….”

He pulled himself out, and when you were free of him, you gasped for air while a few tears ran down your cheek.

“An excellent start, baby.”

“I-I'm sorry, Father, that I couldn't take anymore.” Your lips turned down in a frown—sad and worried that you'd disappointed him and the Lord.

“It's ok, sweet girl. With a little practice, you'll be able to take me whole in no time.”

Once again, his hand cradled the side of your face lovingly—reassuring you that everything was alright and that he wasn't mad at you.

“I-I promise I'll be good. T-that I’ll be able to please you and the Lord soon, Father.”

“Oh, I know you will, my sweet little girl. I know you will.” He wrapped his hand around himself, jerking his whole length off. “But just because you can't take all of me in your pretty little mouth doesn't mean you can’t please me. Use your hand and mouth, baby. Use them to please my cock. Make me and the Lord happy.”

That you could do—please his cock with what you'd learned.

You replaced his colossal hand with your smaller one—jerking his enormous length in your grasp from base to tip. You loved the way he felt in your hand. The way he fit so perfectly. You would imprint this image into your brain, the sight in front of you, for later use while you were all alone in your bed at night.

You tapped his pink head on your tongue, moaning out at the sloppy sound it made. “Baby,” he leaned his head back, eyes shut tight, “you're learning so fast.”

While your hand focused on his base, your lips wrapped around his tip and sucked, bobbing your head and moaning around him—sending chills through his nerves.

Little by little, you took him more into your mouth but still kept in mind where your threshold went, not wanting to exceed that for your own comfort. Your other hand accompanied the one already working on him—using them both to jerk his cock.

You looked up at him the entire time—as you'd learned he enjoyed it when you did, gazing into his evil eyes while you with your angel ones. His hand rested at the back of your head, bobbing along with it, giving you slight shoves of encouragement when he saw fit.

His open mouth sang with moans, grunts and cries as you found the perfect rhythm on him. The ideal balance of your mouth and hands to edge him on towards the end.

You were such a drooly, dribbling mess for him while you slurped his cock—saliva running down your chin and coating your hands.

“You're so pretty like this, sweet girl.”

His eyes intensely focused on you—enjoying the erotic show you provided for him.

You were becoming so needy with wanting your own pleasure, so you shut your legs and slowly started to rock back and forth to create friction on your aching bundle of nerves.

“Oh, baby, I'm gonna come.”

He fisted his hand in your hair and pulled you off, which made you whine out at the loss of him. He performed quick sinful, sloppy strokes on himself right in front of your face—his release approaching with every stroke.

“Open your mouth and show me that pretty tongue.”

You did as he wanted.

“I'm gonna come in your mouth whether you want to or not, baby.”

Oh, you wanted it. You’d wanted his seed since you saw it in the confessional not so long ago.

“I want it. Give it to me, Father.”

You wiggled your tongue at him—showing that you needed it so badly.

Heavy grunts echoed through the vast and holy room as he came hard all over your tongue—coating it in thick white ropes of his holy seed. He didn't stop stroking himself until he’d decorated the surface with everything he had—ridding himself of the pleasure.

“Shallow.”

You closed your mouth and swallowed. The thick substance trickled down your throat. It wasn't as bad as you'd thought it be. You showed him your empty mouth, which made him let out a satisfied groan of approval.

His thumb traced your lips to collect more of his seed and your spit that was left behind, pushing the digit in your mouth for you to clean up the mess, making you moan.

“You're such a good girl; you know that?”

You nod your head, batting your eyes at him; he grinned down at you while caressing your jaw with his fingers.

A few seconds later, a car horn could be heard from outside—your dad was here to pick you up.

Panic overrides your senses. You frantically look at the door—worried that he’ll walk in and see the absolute immoral scene that was unfolding at the altar.

“Hey, hey,” Father James tucks himself back into his pants, doing up his pants like they once were, “it’s ok. The door is locked; he can’t get in.”

He offered you his hand, “here,” to help you up. With shaking legs, you pulled yourself up, and once you were standing on your unsteady feet, you collapsed into his chest, and he caught you with his arms.

“Woah! Hey.”

His hands cradled your face, making you look up at him. His once sinister and evil eyes had turned soft and loving—along with his face that displayed a worrisome expression for your wellbeing.

“Are you ok?”

You couldn't do anything else but nod. Your mouth trembled, and you were left completely speechless.

The way he looked at you. The way he was gazing into your eyes and then flicked them to your lips and then back up again made it look like he was going to kiss you. He even tilted his head to the side and slowly leaned in. You braced yourself for it, closing your eyes, but before his lips met yours, there was another honk from outside that interrupted your sweet moment. You averted your gaze to the door again in a panic.

You had to leave. You couldn't stay any longer, or you feared that your dad would get suspicious that something wasn't quite right.

“I-I’m sorry, F-Father,” you backed away from him, “I-I have t-to go.”

You quickly walked to the door, unlocked it, and then checked if everything was in order—that there was no evidence of any mischief on you.

With your hand on the handle, you stood for a few seconds contemplating. Contemplating if you should turn around and take a look at him one last time. But you knew if you did, that you’d most likely sprint into his arms and ask him to take you away—away from this hellhole. So you didn’t… you didn’t look back.

You took a deep breath in and out to compose yourself before you walked out the door…

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: In which you’re Corroded coffins biggest fan and then Dustin introduces you to Eddie

Word Count: 2293

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