#did you know that women are only good for being sexy or having babies

[4unnyr0se]

❥ being satoru gojo's sugar baby

warnings: rich asf gojo, reader is a bitch in the first part, fem! reader, lingerie, riding, cunnilingus, doggystyle, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, gojo hates stupid people, not proofread, reader gets so spoiled, spanking, asphyxiation

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 1.6k

Being Satoru fucking Gojo wasn’t easy. Being handsome, rich, and popular with the ladies? Talk about a workout. He had so much money he didn’t know what to do with it all. It’s only the result of being fucking brilliant at business practices, always knowing when to strike a perfect deal. And that bore the fruit of luxury cars, Italian jackets, and beautiful women aplenty. Gojo liked fucking the pretty girls he met in the clubs, sure. They were good for a decent cock-sucking, their expensive lipstick always forming a nice little ring around his dick. Poor things, it was probably the only nice lipstick they owned. Gojo felt bad for them in a way, they would never know what it was like to be spoiled by a man such as himself. They were so fucking fake, expecting to be spoiled just for having a decent pussy to fuck. Don’t get him wrong, Gojo liked fucking the college girls he met in the clubs, but he wanted something that was real. He wanted a good girl to spend his infinite cashflow on, not a whore who didn’t know what a fucking tax bracket was. 

He met you at his usual club, not recognizing your face from behind the bar. Hm, you must have been new there, Gojo would never ignore a pretty face like that, even though you were so grumpy looking. Did you hate your job like he hated bimbos? Gojo wasted no time in sitting himself down in your section of the bar counter, ordering a shot of the most expensive vodka the club offered. You called him an asshole and Gojo could have proposed right then and there. 

Gojo attended the club every night, sitting at the exact same spot and ordering a different, expensive drink each time. He noticed how you softly smiled when he told the local club bimbos to piss off, no doubt enjoying him shooing away drunken, stupid girls. Eventually you finally caved and gave him your number, resulting in him giving you a kiss on the back of your hand like a prince would.

Every day he would call you, text you, ask about your day. Did anyone give you trouble at the club? If it was a shitty coworker of yours, Gojo would have them fired. It didn’t matter if he didn’t own the club, he was half of the club’s monthly revenue. Gojo could do whatever the hell he wanted, he was practically paying everyone's salaries. His texts brightened your day, along with his visits to the club when you worked long evening shifts. He had stopped ordering drinks altogether, just slipping you a healthy $300 every hour or two. You had refused at first, but Gojo had this really annoying habit of being able to convince anyone of anything. It got to a point where you just held out your hand for the money at the start of every hour, which made his cock throb with desire. You were growing accustom to being spoiled and he fucking loved that. You were spoiled without being stupid, that was so fucking sexy to him.

One night, after a very annoying shift, you invited him to visit your crappy apartment downtown. Gojo jumped at the opportunity and practically threw you into his Bently, no doubt breaking a couple of traffic laws to make it to your place in record time. It was so humbling, your apartment. There were cracks in the fall and the faucet had the most annoying drip, this would absolutely not do. You deserved to live in a fucking castle in the sky, not in this shithole.

Gojo bought you a townhouse a stone's throw away from his penthouse. You protested and groaned at him not to, claiming you weren’t worth it. Gojo quickly shut you up with a passionate and longing kiss, whispering against your plush lips that he would buy you the moon and the stars. After that, you really couldn’t complain. Everything was paid off for the fifty-year lease that Gojo had signed; he was so disgustingly rich. Why did you have to go back to working at that sleazy club? Oh, right, you had to afford to eat and shop. Don’t worry; Gojo gave you a ridiculously large sum of money every week to buy whatever the hell you wanted, sending you more money if you run out. You only spend a couple of hundred dollars a week on groceries, but then there was this stunning vintage Dior dress in a shop window, and you simply had to have it. You sent Gojo a picture that displayed the price tag, and he swore he came in his pants. Fuck, you looked amazing wearing designer dresses. And you were modeling for him; he wanted to marry you so badly.

You bought lingerie one time, lacy and black, and so fucking expensive. Garters and stockings and the works, a gorgeous French design. Gojo just about lost his mind when he saw that photo you sent, driving over to your townhouse as soon as he had an opening. He tackled you in a passionate and longing kiss, ripping off the lingerie with his hands. Whatever, he’d buy you another set. No, twenty more sets.

His lips trailed across your body, leaving searing, hot kisses in their wake. You were covered in Gojo’s bites and bruises, looking like an ancient Greek sculpture. Gojo fucked you right on the floor of your living room, not bothering to carry you up the flight of stairs to your bed. You just looked so good in the lingerie you purchased with his money. His money, his lingerie, his sugar baby. Your sobbing pussy was squeezing his massive fucking cock, sucking him into you like a vortex. Your manicured fingernails left angry crescent-shaped prints on his back, his Italian jacket, and other expensive clothes long forgotten about in a pile next to the door. His cock slammed into you over and over again, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix until you were screaming his name, swearing you were gonna cum all over his cock. Gojo fucking loved hearing your moans; they sounded so expensive when his ringed fingers were wrapped around your throat, squeezing it ever so gently. He moaned into your ear as your orgasm washed over you once more, the third one in the hour. He still wasn’t finished, oh no. He had you folded into a mating press, begging and whining to be cummed in by one of the wealthiest men in the world. And who was he to deny his princess? Gojo shot himself deep inside of you, painting your womb with his seed. It looked so pretty seeping out of who; he just had to take a picture. You wouldn’t mind, right? He’d just give you another five grand for a few more dresses. 

Oh, even his aftercare was expensive. Running you a bath infused with freshly-pressed lavender and rose oil, soaking into your skin beautifully. Your fucked-out face was flush from the steam in the bathroom, making your already perfect skin so smooth. Gojo never wanted to stop touching you, not for a moment. He wrapped you in your Egyptian cotton sheets and held you tightly in his arms, thanking you for being his baby. As he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his precious baby’s ear, you drifted off.

After that perfect night, Gojo basically lived in your luxury townhouse. He would be there when you opened your eyes and when you closed them. There to take you out on romantic restaurant dates and feed you the highest quality sushi there was. He was there to buy half the fucking boutique if you wanted him to. Those dresses were too pretty for anyone else to wear besides you. You no longer protested when he bought you stuff, only kissing his chest while humming a thank you in his ear. The expensive lipstick you wore stained his cheek, not that he minded one bit.

Apart from the expensive gifts, dates, and other such things, Gojo loved fucking you. You modeled every single set of lingerie he wanted you to, especially black and blue sets. He loved your little fashion shows, the way you would always sit on his lap and grind down on his thigh, your arousal soaking the delicate fabrics. His hand would slap your ass, commanding you cum on his thigh and ruin your panties. He’d fuck you face down ass up with an expensive vibrator on your puffy clit, smirking sadistically as you sobbed that it was too much, you couldn’t take it. He’d make you ride him in his home office, making sure his video camera was always off during meetings so no one except for him could see that pretty ass bouncing up and down on his cock, milking it for all it was worth. He’d demand you sit on his face, not letting you off until he had his fill, your cum covering his mouth and face. Gojo would command you to lick it off him, hands squeezing your waist, and was adorned with a leather garter belt.

God, he wanted to breed you. He never wanted to use protection, which you objected to at first. But he whined and pleaded, claiming it would only be once. Well, once turned into always. He always came inside of you multiple times a day. He wouldn’t stop until he was sure that he had fucked his cum inside of your pussy, sticking a finger inside just to make sure it was still there. He would babble on about how you two would have the most perfect wedding and have such cute babies, how he would take care of you. You would be so pretty, all swollen with his child. 

Satoru Gojo took care of you from the moment the two of you met, your companionship being the most valuable asset he had. To him, you were the most precious thing, and he would take care of you until the day that he died.

[dilfl0v3rss]

This but it’s toji🤭🤭 preferably with a bit of plot <3

i never wrote for toji before so i hope you like it😩

“i’m not fuckin wit you no more toji, you gotta go!” you spit. your arms crossed over your chest as you looked down at the large man on the couch. his scarred lips twitched into a smirk, his hands itching to move towards your waist but he kept them laid in their position on the top of the couch. your words didn’t phase the man at all, his eyes low and bored as he just ignored what you said a dug for his phone in his pocket. “don’t start wit me, i told you a million times ion know that girl. she came up t’me askin about a number and i told her no. you only mad cause i was being polite and smiled at her” his smirk only grew as he watched his words crawl under your skin, your jaw tightening as you tried your best not to attack this man.

“since you like t’smile so much go smile at shiu’s house.” his green eyes saddened at the sight of your sad ones, his hands moving instantly to pull you into his lap. toji brought his lips to your neck, lightly kissing and occasionally sucking the sensitive skin before whispering in your ear. “you really mad at me mama?” he said softly, making your eyes instantly go towards the ceiling. you avoided his gaze as you lightly nodded your head. toji couldn’t help but get a little turned on at how possessive you were. never in all his years of living did he think he’d end up with a women that would get so upset just from him smiling at another woman. the whole situation just made him incredibly horny and you felt it under you. “let me fix it”

“this is your dick so stop running from it” toji grunted, his hand snatching you back onto his dick by the back of your neck. you were tore up, your panties ripped and discarded somewhere in the room, your breasts bouncing under you as your bra was pulled down to the middle of your stomach, and your sheets completely soaked from the three other orgasms snatched from you. you had tried to tap out at least five times, but your man wasn’t having it. his dick just bullying it’s way even deeper into you as he tried to atone for his sins.

“toji ba-baby please just one break” you whined, trying once again to drag yourself away from his brutal pounding, but it was no use. toji just sighed, pulling out before flipping you over on your back. “nuh uh, i wasn’t bein a good boy so i gotta fix it before you leave me” he said, a shit eating grin on his face as he lifted your leg over his shoulder. he sucked and licked at the white paint of your toes as he pushed your other leg to your chest. you were completely stretched out, his thick dick making a bulge appear in your stomach as you screamed and cried into the air of the room.

you felt him everywhere all at once. you took in the sight of him. his low, sexy eyes staring down at you as he let his tongue swirl in between your toes. his dick reaching the deepest parts of you as he squeezed at the fatty flesh of your thigh. toji was a very handsome man and it was almost impossible for women and sometimes even men to not want to get at him when he’s seen in public, but no matter who came his way he always made sure to let it be known he was with you. toji noticed that you were deep into your mind right now, his scarred lip twitching into a smirk as he pushed his dick deeper inside of you, reaching so deep your vision began to whiten as you felt another orgasm begin to approach. “you still mad at me mama?” he said, sliding his hand from your thigh up to your neck before giving it a light squeeze.

“still mad at daddy for smiling at that girl?” toji knew you weren’t going to be able to answer, his dick punching your insides in a way that made your toes curl next to his face, but that didn’t stop him from leaving a couple light slaps to your cheek. “y’hear me ma? i know you can’t talk, but can you nod f’me?” you tried your best to follow the sound of his voice, your conscious fighting with your body as you gave him a slow nod. toji chuckled at the far away look in your watery eyes, his hand moving towards your breasts before giving them some attention. “good girl, you gonna make a mess on me?” he asked moving your leg from his shoulder before leaning down closer to your face. you lightly nodded again, back arching off the bed as you felt the tight coil in your stomach begin to snap.

toji just smiled, watching the entire scene unfold as you released all over him and the bed under you. “that’s good princess, doin real good f’me” he groaned, his release right behind yours. he gave you a couple more deep strokes before stopping, shooting his thick ropes deep inside you while leaving sloppy wet kisses all over your neck.

“i only have eyes for you pretty girl, don’t forget that”

[beyondthesefourwalls]

A Verbal Agreement

Summary: You hated Jake Seresin. Truly, you did. Or at least you strongly disliked him. But as it was, he did something for you that no other man could, and it kept you coming back for more. 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1.2K (no one is as shocked as I am that I kept it short) 

Warnings: Smut. Dirty talk. Enemies with benefits. Language. The Blonde One™️.

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You hated him. 

Truly, you did.

Or at least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe strong dislike would be a better way to describe it. 

Jake Seresin was a smug son of a bitch. He was the bane of your existence in so many ways, and got under your skin like he was trying to burrow there and make it his home. His arrogance annoyed you, constantly walking around with a holier-than-thou attitude, like he was God’s gift to women, the Navy, and society in general. His smirk made his face punchable in a way that you were barely able to resist smacking him when he shot it in your direction. 

But damn, if his ability to string together filth didn’t drive you fucking crazy. 

“That’s it. Fuck. That’s my good girl.” 

You clenched around him at his words, a moan leaving you because of the praise. 

Dirty talk was something you considered to be an artform. It was one of your biggest turn ons, and so little men knew how to actually execute it. So often when you’d ask for it, it came out awkward, cringy or obnoxious. They fumbled over words and made everything sound so unappealing, unable to find that perfect balance of praise and degradation that you longed for, that you would barely be in the mood to finish after they spouted off what they thought was sexy. 

So it would figure, of course, that you discovered Jake was the best dirty talker you had ever been with after what was supposed to be a one time mistake after a few too many drinks at the Hard Deck. He made everything sound so flawlessly erotic and natural, you were basically a puddle for it every single time.  

It was no secret that Jake loved to hear himself talk, and this was the one situation where you not only didn’t mind, you wanted it.  

“Taking me so fucking well. You were made to take it, weren’t you baby?” 

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding rapidly, your nails dragging down his back. “Made to.” 

“Yeah you were. I’m making you feel so good, aren’t I?” 

Your moan turned into a scream of his name as a sharp smack came down on your ass, Jake nearly bending you in half as he fucked you. “Answer me.” 

You knew from knowing him for so long that he hated being ignored, especially in bed, and especially when it was about how good he was making you feel.

“Yes! Fuck!” you shouted, your voice echoing off the walls. “So good!” 

His chuckle and his smirk were both so smug, in any other situation, you would have rolled your eyes. But here, in the privacy of your apartment, it sent another wave of arousal through you, and you couldn’t help but arch into him. 

“Well, I’m glad we’ve got that straight, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice low and as smooth as velvet. “Not like you would have been able to deny it, anyway. You’re so fucking soaked, you’re making a mess of the sheets and those pretty thighs of yours. I can only imagine how good it's going to feel when I come inside of you. Is that what you want?” 

“Uh-huh,” you breathed. 

"You’re so fucking tight, baby. Sucking me in like a damn vice.” 

"Please," you whimpered. You were close; so close. But you needed more. “Please, please, please.” 

“God I love it when you beg for me.” 

He said the words almost to himself, so you didn't answer, caught in a whirlwind of lust and frustration. Jake’s hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing fast, tight circles against it. Your vision blurred at the stimulation. 

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you?” 

“Jake.” 

You felt the edges of your control fraying, the pleasure building to a breaking point. Your whole body shook - sweet release so near that you could almost taste it. 

"Yeah, baby," he growled, his hips pounding into you even harder. His thrusts became more urgent as he neared his end, too, demanding and pointed."You want to come for me?” 

You couldn’t answer, falling into the haze of what he was making you feel. Your mind was a blank canvas, lost to the sensation of his cock filling you, all that existed was the intense sensation of him thrusting against your nerve-endings, the friction between your clit and his fingers, and the rhythm of his voice, husky and perfect, pulsing through you. 

Another smack to your ass, and then his hand found your chin, squeezing just tight enough where it drew you out of your head. He guided your gaze toward him. His eyes, always so mischievous, were dark and calculating. “Do you want to come for me?” he repeated, and you moaned at the authority ringing in your ears. 

Your voice was barely a whisper as the words tumbled out of your mouth. “Yes. Please, Jake. Make me come.” 

“Then do it. Be a good girl, and come for me. Now.” 

Your body responded to his command instantly. You arched into him, your screams echoing in the room as you shattered, your nails digging into his back. He never stopped talking, his voice coaxing as much from you as he could. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up. Come inside this sweet little pussy. And you’re going to take all of it, baby.” 

Your body felt like it was on fire. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you and he kept up his relentless rhythm, chasing his own release. You felt him go rigid inside you, and then his hips jerked forward once, twice, and then a third time as he joined you over the edge. He grunted out your name as you clung to him, your arms around his neck, your legs wrapped around his waist, feeling him pulse inside you.

For a few moments, you both laid there, panting as you tried to catch your breath. Jake settled more of his weight on top of you in a way that always made you feel more secure as you came down from the high, and you placed a soft kiss against his neck in appreciation.

“I still hate you,” you mumbled into his skin. 

Jake chuckled low in his throat, and then laughed even harder when the sound caused you to clench around his softening cock. He pulled out of you slowly, sliding over your sensitive flesh. You could feel his cum slipping out of you, furthering the mess between your legs. You couldn’t help but shiver as he settled on the mattress beside you, pulling you into his sweaty chest. 

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, darlin’.” 

“No, I mean it.” 

But even as you said it, you were cuddling closer to him, draping your leg over his as got comfortable. Post-orgasm was one of the only times he was quiet, or at least not as chatty, and you enjoyed basking in the afterglow that always followed these trysts. 

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you could feel the smirk that was no doubt a mix of smug and indulgent as he did. “Sure.”

“Shhhh,” you murmured, “don’t ruin it.”

He laughed lightly, but settled down, not saying anything else. 

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Notes: I really have no idea what this is or where it came from, but here we are.

Thanks to @roosterforme @mak-32 and @sylviebell for reading it over and all your help! And to Mak for a stunning banner, as per ushe.

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[number1mingyustan]

- Cuffing Season-

His Needs

boyfriend!mingyu x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, size kink, roleplay (ish?? not really), dom!gyu, mentions of porn, penetrative sex, explicit smut, mutliple orgasms, forced orgasms, multiple positions, spanking, squirting, grinding, she dresses up for him, this is flithy

Summary: He just has to get his way

Word Count: 2.3k

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“There’s no way in hell I’m putting that on,” you roll your eyes.

“Baby please,” He looks at you with soft eyes.

“Mingyu this is ridiculous.” You scoff.

“I proved I would do anything for you the last time we fucked, I feel like it’s only fair you return the message.” He raises an eyebrow.

“You mean when you cried and called me ‘Mommy?’” You smirk.

“I did not call you that! And you said you wouldn’t bring that up again,” he groans.

“Oh baby…” You coo. “I’m never letting you forget that.”

“Can you just… put it on for me, please? I know you’ll look sexy,” he pleads.

“You’re so perverted Mingyu… I don’t know why you bought this in the first place thinking I’ll wear it.”

“Because I know you, and you’ll put it on for me because you love me and I’m horny. Baby please” He whines.

“This has got to be misogynistic in some way. I’m sure the feminists wouldn’t approve of this.”

“Baby… I just saw something like it online and I thought you would look good in it. Don’t scold me for wanting to be a little adventurous.”

“Have you been watching porn or something? I just don’t understand what prompted this” You raise an eyebrow.

He shrugs. “It’s been on my mind for a while.”

“So you’ve been watching porn.”

“Okay yes, maybe I’ve been watching porn,” He glares at you.

You look down at the outfit he’s displayed for you on the bed. There’s really no point in putting on, you know it’ll only be a matter of time before he’s ripping off what little fabric there is to begin with.

It’s a sexy maid costume he ordered online. He even paid extra for the quick shipping to get it here quicker.

“So what? We don’t have sex for like… 5 days and you start getting off on other women,” you fake disapproval.

He groans. “You know I only watch faceless porn… and I think about you the whole time. Don’t do that.”

“I’m only messing with you Gyu,” you grin and run your finger along the fabric.

“C’mon baby… I’m already half hard. I just wanna see you in it.”

You glance at him, taking note of the semi he’s sprouting in his sweatpants. “Mingyu you really are like a teenage boy,” you chuckle and pick up the costume and make your way toward the bathroom. You’ve teased him long enough.

His eyes light up with excitement and anticipation.

You close the bathroom door behind you and change out of your clothes and into the costume. “Gyu… if I come home and see some kind of sexy schoolgirl outfit, I’m gonna take half the company’s earnings and leave you.”

“I’m not that bad!” He calls from the bedroom. “You know… I think like the absolute most I would wanna see you in is like a… bunny girl senpai outfit. Like that’s all—holy shit–“

He cuts himself off when you walk out of the bathroom.

“I don’t understand why you were being such a hater baby. It’s doing wonders for your tits right now.”

You smirk at him. “It is, isn’t it?”

“Come here.”

He’s quick to pull you onto his lap. He can’t stop himself from staring, you’re just too sexy. Much like his eyes, his hands are quick to wander your body.

You’re so tiny on his lap. Sitting with your legs parted between his.

After indulging himself in a few inappropriate touches, his hands move their way up your thighs and under your skirt. His breath stops in his throat when he realizes you took off your panties.

“No panties? Baby you’re really trying to kill me aren’t you?” He breathes out.

“Just figured I’d make it easy for you,” You smirk, lifting up your skirt more for him to see.

He tilts his head back with a groan. You’re so hot, he really might lose it. His hand slips between where your bodies meet and he palms himself slowly through his sweats with a soft moan.

It’s so lewd.

He’s literally touching himself with you seated on his lap and dressed in next to nothing. There’s already a small stain on his sweats leaking through.

“You really are just like a teenager Gyu. Nearly cumming before we’ve ever gotten started,” You tease.

“Don’t be a bitch Y/n,” He bites back. “I’ll fuck you until you wanna clean for me like a real maid.”

Ugh. As much as you loved dominating Mingyu, you’ll always love his dominant side more. You can’t help it, he’s so big and strong and he can’t stand not being in control. You’ll never be caught complaining about it.

His large hand finds the back of your neck and he pulls you him for a rough kiss with no hesitation. It’s sloppy and needy, nothing out to the ordinary with him.

He pulls away, panting softly and licking his lips before reattaching his lips to your neck. He sucks on your skin, leaving dark hickies along your neck and the top of your breasts.

You start growing needy, grinding your bare bottom against the thing fabric of his sweatpants. He’s fully hard now, cock poking perfectly against your clit as you grind yourself down on him.

“Shit baby… you’re worse than me,” he chuckles lightly as he looks down at the large wet patch you’ve left on his sweatpants.

“Shut up.”

A harsh smack lands on your bare ass, causing you to hiss and arch your back, pushing your hips down onto him harder.

He’s so strong.

“You know better than to speak to me like that,” He clenched his jaw.

“ ‘M sorry..” You mumble.

“No you’re not.” He lifts you off his lap and flips you over with ease. He presses your back down, leaving your ass in the air for him. “But it’s okay… I’m gonna make you sorry.”

He pulls his cock out of his sweatpants and rubs it along your folds teasingly.

It’s torture.

You somehow ended up needier than him in a matter of minutes. You’re lying there dripping and unable to see what he’s doing to you. Your walls are fluttering in anticipation.

He can see it all. The way you’re desperately clenching around nothing while you wait for him to fill you up.

He wants to fuck you, but you caught another attitude with him.

You and your damn mouth.

You’ve always had a bit of an attitude problem. Mingyu thinks it’s kind sexy until you catch one with him in the bedroom. It’s one thing to see you catch some sass when you’re talking to someone else. But with him? He’d rather put your mouth to better use.

He pushes the tip of his cock in, giving you a false sense of satisfaction before withdrawing completely with a smirk plastered across his face.

He can’t see how annoyed you are, but he can hear the frustrated groan you let out. “Gyu…”

“Yes my love?” He grins.

“Don’t do this to me. I said I was sorry.”

“But you didn’t mean it.”

“I did!”

He does it again, putting in just the tip before pulling out of you completely. You whine.

He does it a third time, but you’re quicker. Before he can pull out, you slam your ass back, thrusting his length all the way into you.

“Fuck’s sake,” He groans. “You’re horrible Y/n.”

You’re too caught up in how good the stretch of his cock feels to even respond. He takes over, slamming his hips against your ass and thrusting into you harshly.

He holds your hips steady with his big hands, ramming his cock deep inside of you quickly. Your ass recoils with every thrust and he’s left mesmerized.

It’s not long before you feel yourself getting close. He pounds into you so good. His hand snakes between your thighs and his finger circles your clit. He needed to feel you cum around him.

He loves it so much. The way you tighten around him and how you always manage to get wetter.

His finger moves quicker, his thirsts never flattering in pace.

“Oh fuck Mingyu I’m so close,” You warn him.

He doesn’t stop when you cum. He fucks you through your orgasm thoroughly. You’re moaning and crying out his name but he doesn’t stop.

He gives you no time to recover from your state of bliss before he’s leaning over and pushing your head down deeper into the bed. Your back arches more and he can now pound you deeper.

Your hands grip the bedsheets tightly as he rams his cock deep inside of you.

“You feel so good” He moans.

It only takes a few moments before he’s driving you into another orgasm. This one is more intense than the first and your whole body goes numb for a second.

You’re sensitive and overstimulated. You figure this is karma for the way you put it on him last time.

“Gyu… I can’t take it” You whine into the bedsheets. Your voice is muffled, but he knows exactly what you said.

You let yourself believe he’s listening to you when he pulls out of you. For a moment, you’re relieved.

But then he flips you onto your back and fills you up again. “You can baby. Gosh you look so sexy right now… all dressed up for me and crying on my cock.”

You whine out in response.

He holds your legs wide open for him as he fucks himself into you. You’re already overstimulated and tears are starting you prickle the corners of your eyes.

It’s so intense but it feels so good. He fucks you roughly, treating you like a toy intended for his own pleasure.

“Ah-hah Gyu” You moan. “I really can’t…”

“You can baby” He grins as he continues thrusting his cock into you. “Give me one more darling.”

“Mmph- I can’t Gyu. I really can’t” You pant.

“There’s no such thing,” he smirks.

He takes advantage of the fact that you’re so sensitive. He begins thrusting into you at an inhuman pace, pinning your down so your legs stay wide open for him.

It’s so fucking good. His cock rams deep inside of you and his finger circles your clit once more. His pace makes you ache, the tip of his cock brushing deep inside of you, repeatedly hitting the one spot that makes you go mad.

It’s all too much, it happening too fast.

You don’t have time to fully process before he’s forcing another orgasm out of you. It’s so unfair but it’s so fucking good,

You cum so hard you don’t even realize you’re squirting until he pulls his cock out and watches the way you soak the sheets.

You cry out, eyes squeezed shut and the pleasure suffocates you. You feel dizzy and it takes longer for you to fully come down.

His cock is already inside of you again as your body spasms at the feeling of being full again. He pins you down to keep you from squirming.

“You’re making such a mess baby… some maid you are” He teases.

You’re breathing heavily and still trying to recover from the intensity. "Gyu.. I really can't anymore."

"Baby I didn't even get to cum yet," he pouts. "That wouldn't be fair now would it... you had what, three?" He sucks his teeth and continues thrusting into you slowly. "How selfish."

He's really showing no mercy.

Your pussy is already spent. You're still dripping, making it easier for him to slip in and out of you with low effort. His cock throbs and swells inside of you. He's getting close, thankfully.

"You'll let me cum won't you?" He asks. "You wanna let me really ruin this pussy don't you baby? Dressed up for me so pretty, making a mess everywhere. Don't pretend like you don't love it."

You whine.

"You were so confident earlier... that mouth of yours. Not much to say now huh?" he smirks, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

Mingyu himself is surprised he's held out this long. When you were on his lap he was nearly about to cum in his pants untouched. Seeing you like this, dressed up for him with your legs wide open after three orgasms, the sight alone could make him cum. You are just that hot... you have that effect over him.

But you pull another reaction out of him too. One that makes him never want to stop. He really can't help it. You make him want to keep going, he craves more constantly. He can never get enough of you no matter how much to satisfy him.

Your throat is starting to get sore from how much noise you've been making. You rasp out his name and it finally sends him over the edge. He tries to pull out, but you squeeze down on his cock purely out of reaction.

"Fuck," he groans.

Luckily he's stronger than you, so he manages to spill the rest of his load on your inner thighs.

It's a mess.

There's cum dripping out of you and down your thighs, the sheets are still soaked alongside his torso and the lower half of your outfit. Mingyu looks down with satisfaction written on his face.

"I put you in a maid outfit and you end up making an even bigger mess," he grins.

You're still exhausted, hardly able to respond to him. He lifts you up, helping you undress and running a bath to properly clean you up.

He takes the bedsheets and puts them into the washing machine, replacing them with fresh ones before joining you in the bathroom to clean up his mess. _______________________________________________

© number1mingyustan - Do not repost without permission.

[artyandink]

You should definitely do an imagine of Jensen's characters reacting to stretch marks!! I need that 😜😔

nature’s beauty

SUMMARY: You have stretch marks. How would the boys react to that?

TW: Body image, issues with stretch marks— but they’re normal girlies, I have them too, Jensen’s characters being normal about it cause yeah, mild angst, mild smut, mentions of sex, making out, spice

SONG INSPO: Golden Hour by JVKE, Scars to Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara

DEAN WINCHESTER

Dean kissed down your body, undoing your jeans and pushing them down. He had you on your back in his bed, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he marked your skin like the possessive son of a bitch he was, taking your panties with them. “Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous.”

Dean was the type of guy to hit on every girl he saw, but that’s cause he found them beautiful. Shape or size. Then he met you, and he kept coming back for more and eventually made you his girlfriend after being a charming son of a bitch instead. He normally kissed every dip and curve he found, but today, you pressed your thighs together.

Not in a sexy way. You’d closed your legs. That was a problem— were you ok? You weren’t hurt, right? Or maybe you were on your period, but he didn’t see a pad on your panties and your cycle would be coming way too early— better to ask you.

“You ok, sweetheart?” Dean asked you, lifting his head up and sitting back on his heels, and you were turned on by the sight of his freckled, muscled upper body but also scared he’d get turned off by seeing the stretch marks that had appeared on your stomach and upper thighs. Well, not so much appeared, but you figured you lost some weight.

You nodded, trying to not look at the very obvious stretch marks and play your crippling insecurity off at the same time. “Yeah, I’m good.”

But Dean’s eyes followed yours, and they landed on the stretch marks, and his thumbs immediately moved to trace them. “Darlin’, you can’t seriously think I’m gonna mind these.” Then he saw the embarrassed look on your face, and he kissed down your stretch marks, which surprised you. “God, I love ‘em. It’s nature, baby. Shows you’re a damn beautiful woman with damn beautiful normal things. And guess what?”

He climbed back up until your face was level with his, and he gave you a kiss that blew your mind, took your breath away. “You’ve earned yourself a first class, five star worshipping.”

Your eyes widened, knowing what that meant. “Wait, Dean—”

Your legs went over his shoulders, a wicked grin on his face. “Can’t have my gorgeous girl feelin’ insecure, hm? So you’re gonna feel good. All. Night. Long.”

BEN

You’d just come off the effects of giving birth, and man, when Ben realised that one, you had his kid and two, you were ready to get fucked into oblivion again, he was ecstatic. You’d had a baby girl, Austin, named after the city (“Austin? What the fuck kinda name is— wait, that’s actually perfect.”) and she quickly became a daddy’s girl, as Ben promised you she would as soon as he held the baby in his gigantic hands.

But then there came the problem of stretch marks.

Your belly had, in your words, ‘deflated’, but now you were left with the horror of stretch marks, which kind of made you think. What would Ben say? He loved his women ripe and pretty and perfect, what would he say if he saw those marks on your skin?

You found out when you were standing shirtless in your bedroom, inspecting the marks when Ben stepped in, and his libido fired up the moment he saw you standing with only your bra on. That’d be torn off in a few moments, he was sure.

“Hello, sexy mama.” He grinned wolfishly, stepping behind you, dropping his lips to your neck as his hands rubbed over the stomach that held his kid. “Don’t know about you, but I’m lookin’ to pamper my gorgeous wife and the mother of my kid. Gonna make you come so many times, I swear to God.”

But when you stopped his hand from going down the front of your pants, he raised his eyebrows. Not the time? Or… did someone hurt you?

“Sweetcheeks, did something happen?” He asked, his brow now furrowing. Ben was an impatient man. “I swear, baby girl, you tell the name of the motherfucker who hurt you and I’ll-”

“You don’t see them?” You asked in confusion, and his eyes travelled around the room and then back to you in mirrored emotion. See what? What the fuck was he supposed to see?

Ben chuckled, cupping your cheek. “Did you get into my weed? Are you high, gorgeous?”

“No, I’m not high.” You smiled despite yourself, and gestured down to your stomach, rubbing over the marks. “These. You don’t… see them? You don’t care?”

Ben scoffed, his hand resting over yours to stop them from moving. “Why the fuck should I care when this is proof that you carried our kid? Shit, darlin’, you did that for nine months. If anything, that’s a mark of a damn strong woman, and that? It turns me on. Gets me going.” A kiss to your neck. “Gets me rock hard.” Another kiss, pressing himself fully against your back so you could feel it. “Ain’t no life in which you won’t turn me on, babydoll.”

It brought a smile to your face.

“Now, you’re gonna sit pretty, and I’m gonna fuck this crap out of that gorgeous little head’a yours.”

Shit.

BEAU ARLEN

“H-Hey, Beau, c’mon, that tickles!” You were lying on your back on the bed, your shirt pushed up while Beau kissed over your stretch marks, beard tickling your skin while his hands held your hips in place.

But the Texan cowboy looked up with a shit-eating grin, pressing another kiss to another mark. “You’re the one who felt insecure about this, darlin’. I’ve gotta give it some good old Texan lovin’, so you brought this on yourself.”

He continued kissing over them, fingers tracing them while you couldn’t help but giggle and squirm, but also feel reassured. “Come on, handsome, I get the point.”

Beau still gave you an indignant look paired with a smirk— the stubborn bastard. “No can do, gorgeous. Can’t tear myself away from these. It’s like they’re magnetic.” He continued pressing kisses to them, chuckling under his breath.

His hands kneaded your hips, then rubbed comfortingly up and down your sides, humming at every press of his lips to your stretch marks as if he belonged there.

Beau kissed up your body, then nuzzled his nose against yours before pressing a slow kiss to your lips, covering your hand that came up to cup his cheek, your giggles dissolving into an identical hum. His lips were soft, and they felt like home. He was your home.

When he pulled back, Beau took your hand in his and pressed kisses to your knuckles this time, then every finger.

“I love every inch’a you, sugar.” He rumbled with a loving smile, brushing your hair out of your face. “Don’t you ever forget that, y’hear me?”

CJ BRAXTON

You and CJ were cuddling on the pull-out couch in your co-ed, your head tucked into the crook of his neck while his arms were around you like a koala. His hand rubbed up and down your side over your shirt, fingers lightly brushing your skin and tracing patterns.

It was no secret to anyone that CJ adored you so much it could give him a cavity with how sweet he was on you. He kept on looking down at you, a small smile on his face while he thought of how much of a lucky bastard he was.

His hand slipped under your shirt, not to initiate anything like sex but to just feel you closer, but his fingers brushed your stretch marks and he instantly felt your hand take his wrist, stopping him. That set him off into a world of worry.

“Woah, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked, frowning as his eyes abandoned the movie, instantly locking on you. “Everything ok? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, it’s fine, just don’t wanna be touched there.” You murmured, kissing his cheek, but he didn’t believe that. His hand slowly lifted up your shirt, watching you for any signs of extreme discomfort, or even slight. But you didn’t stop him, so when he saw your stretch marks, he raised his eyebrows with a smile.

“Hey, there, beautiful.” He chuckled, rubbing his thumb over them. “Where have you been hiding?”

Wait, what? He didn’t mind?

“You don’t- you’re not grossed out, or you don’t hate them?” You asked, severely confused but hopeful. And slightly embarrassed that you immediately expected him to hate them.

CJ’s eyebrows raised to his hairline, and he kissed your forehead. “Being grossed out by these is like being grossed out when you get your period, and I love you even more when you’re on your period. I get to cuddle with you and love you. This right here just gives me an extra opportunity to show you how beautiful you are. These are normal. It’s a natural process, and I’m a nature guy.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really.” He grinned, kissing you briefly but sweetly, and it melted all your nerves. He was controversially perfect, you thought, and that made you love him even more.

Damn him.

“Thank you.” You sighed, cupping his cheek. He responded with a smile and kissed the inside of your wrist, rubbing the marks on your skin with a grin on your face.

CJ looked down to the stretch marks, kissing you deeply. “Don’t you ever think anything about you makes you less than.” He murmured against your lips, hand coming up to cup your chin.

ALEC MCDOWELL

Alec McDowell, a cocky-ass son of a bitch. He knew it, everyone knew it, and he did well to remind everyone of it whenever he opened his goddamn mouth. However, he was your cocky-ass son of a bitch, because he was your boyfriend.

As he was a transgenic and you were a human, he’d heard of stretch marks but never seen them on a person because transgenics didn’t have bodily imperfections. It was practically impossible. So when you opened up to him about your insecurities about them, well, he was more than willing to comfort you even if he was inwardly confused as fuck.

You were beautiful. What was this nonsense?

“I don’t see anything that ain’t beautiful, if that’s what you’re asking.” He shrugged, being a little shit and acting as if your stretch marks didn’t exist. “In fact, I see some gorgeous tiger stripes. Absolutely stunning.”

The comparison had you chucking a throw pillow to him, which he caught, obviously. “Alec!”

Alec gave you a grin, setting the pillow aside and catching another one. “What, you’re telling me those things don’t look like tiger stripes? Come on, dollface. Be entirely honest.” He pointed at the stretch marks with a sexy smirk that would’ve had your knees weak not for the situation. “Tiger. Stripes. Cause you’re fierce. Majestic.”

“You’re actually crazy.” Despite yourself, you were grinning like a lovesick idiot.

“Crazy for you, baby.” He replied with a wink, setting the pillow aside before reaching the bed with his advanced speed, beginning to kiss your neck. “Now, about that body of yours…”

JASON TEAGUE

“Wait- hold on for a moment.” Jason raised an eyebrow, pulling back from kissing you senseless on your bed. “You saying ‘I wanna show you something’ wasn’t code for sex? Baby, we gotta make signals more clear.”

You lifted your shirt, showing Jason the marks around your stomach. His eyebrows raised slightly at them, and you bit your lip. “Is this ok with you?”

Is this ok?

Is this ok?

“Should it not be?” He raised his eyebrow with a small smile. “I’m not fazed by these, sweetheart. In fact, the fact that you have normal bodily reactions, that makes you more gorgeous to me. In fact, the knowledge that you breathe turns me on, because it’s normal.” You could practically taste the amusement in his words, and you swatted his shoulder with a laugh.

“Alright, I get it.” You pouted, and he let out a small ‘aww’ and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple. “I get it.”

Jason hummed, cupping your chin so he could turn it for a slow kiss. “Look, I’m gonna revert back to… seventh grade. I think. And I have no shame in it, especially not when I say that I think you’re really pretty. And I think you’re smart, and funny, and you have a killer body - that’s not seventh grade - but my point is that nothing about that bothers me. Ok? So don’t let it bother you, I don’t love you any less.”

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[hoejosatoru]

Tokyo Revengers men + milf/cougar!reader (nsfw)

Ft. Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora all post time skip

warnings: age gaps, potential power dynamics, mommy kink, oral fem receiving, raw sex, cream pie, hand job, sugar baby, cheating

Draken - cougar hunter

I hc that Draken lovesss older women. Like he hates bull shit and games that girls his age try to play in relationships. He wants someone that knows what they want and has experience. Definitely goes out of his way to seduce older women, its a major turn on for him. Despite the age gap, he is not the submissive one at all.

When the handsome young man slid a drink to you at the bar, you envisioned a few ways the night could play out. None were as good as the one you currently found yourself in. "Fuck you're taking me so good," Draken grunted as he pounded into from behind. Riding back to his place on his motorcycle was such an aphrodisiac that neither of you could make it to the bed.

You gripped the counter tightly, but kept your back perfect arched for Draken. He was so deep inside you it drove him wild. He gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Hot spit dropped from his mouth to your tight hole. He massaged the tight ring, making you moan. "Don't tease me, Ken, finger me," you demanded, arching your back even more to display yourself to him.

Draken let out a low curse, pressing his thumb into your ass. "You'll be the fucking death of me."

Mikey - kink unlocked

Mikey always thought older women were hot, but he didn't think it would be that different than fucking someone his age. I don't think he was ever really submissive until then, but realizes he likes it. He also never thought about having a mommy kink but then...

Mikey couldn't exactly recall the chain of events that led him to being pinned under his hot older neighbor, but he was very happy to be there. You were letting him suck on your tits while you ground your clothed cunt over his leaky cocky. He groaned as his tongue flicked across your nipple, making your hips stir even more.

"Mmm, you're good with your mouth baby," you complimented. "Gonna make you taste me later. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Little did you know, Mikey spent many evenings fisting his cock to that exact scenario.

"Fuck yeah I wanna taste you so bad." He tried to sit up so he could get you on your back, but you pushed him back down.

"Not yet, wanna ride you first," you nipped at his lip. You slipped out of your underwear, making Mikey curse under his breath at the sight of you. You took his leaky cock in your hands. "Gonna be a good boy for mommy?"

Something switched in Mikey at his words. A low groan escaping his lips at his cock twitched at your words. He never knew how fucking hot that would be. "I'll do anything for you."

Mitsuya - sugar baby

Mitsyua doesn't necessary have a preference of his partner being older or younger, whoever he connects with is what matters. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or anything like that either. I do think older women would naturally gravitate towards him. He's very mature and poised + I think his job in fashion designer would put him in the path of a lot of older women. I could see him developing a sugar baby like relationship with one of his regular costumers.

Mitsyua had always been told not to mix business with pleasure, but when the pleasure looked as good as you, how could he listen to that? You'd been a regular costumer for awhile and you instantly had chemistry. Every time Mistuya got close to you, wrapping his measuring tape around your body, well it was only a matter of time before something happened. That something being a quickie in his dressing room.

Since then you come to get custom garments regularly, often paying more than necessary because you just wanted to spoil Mitsuya. You took him out to a few fancy dinners as well, but your primary hook ups happened at his studio. Which is exactly what happened today. After Mitsuya put you in a sexy little dress - that fit you perfectly he might add - he couldn't even wait to get it off you. He lifted you on to his work desk, hiked up at dress and buried his face in your cunt.

"You look so fucking sexy," Mitsuya mused. His tongue is teasing your swollen clit, making you moan. He slipped a finger inside you, stroking your sweet spot lazily. He wasn't in a hurry to get you off, he never was. He liked to milk each experience for all it was worth.

"Mmm, that's more of compliment for yourself. You did all the work with he dress," you replied. You hooked your leg over his shoulder, pulling him in closer. A not so subtle hint that you weren't as patient as he was.

Mitsuya smirked, picking up the pace of his fingers as he spoke. "Nah, the woman makes the dress. Besides, you look better naked." He attached his lips to your clit, sucking intently. He wouldn't be leaving that spot between your thighs until you were both fully satisfied.

Baji - friend's mom

Baji has absolutely been fantasizing about getting with a friends mom foreverrr. Like it's a sex bucket list thing for him. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or being submissive in this either. I think it's more a power trip thing? Like especially if you're still married he'd lowkey think it's hot you'd risk cheating with him. In general I think it's like the rush of fulfilling a fantasy/risk taking that gets him into it.

Baji had always been the most interesting, and bold, of your son's friends. You were no stranger to their stares, you were a good looking woman. But Baji? He took it a step further. He openly flirty with you when the boys weren't around, secretly found ways to touch you even when they were around. You thought it was harmless and nothing would come of it, until he was at your bedroom door when he should have been sleeping in the basement with the rest of your son and the rest of his friends. Both of you knew what this meant.

"Harder," you urged, wrapping your legs around his waist. He was pounding you into the mattress, but you still wanted more. Your eyes devoured Baji's large, toned frame. The faintest bit of sweat had formed on his abs and you wanted to lick it up. You hadn't been this turned on in a minute.

"You're insatiable," Baji grinned. He loved it, how he could feel the way your body craved him by the way it squeezed his cock. "Your husband not fucking you good enough?" Thank god he was on a business trip this week.

You moaned as loudly as you dared. Your son's room was far down in the basement, but still. "No, never," you whined, "Not like you Baji. Fucking me so good." Baji drank in your words. determined to have you humming on his cock like only he could.

Kazutora - mommy kink

Kazutora has a massive mommy kink. The subbiest boy :(. Definitely seeks out older women to take care of his needs.

"Doing so good for me today baby," you coo at the man laid out on your bed. You had Kazutora stripped down, his hands dutifully at his sides as you stroke his cock. He knows he's not allowed to touch until he's cum, but it's hard for him not to.

"Please, mommy, needa cum so bad it hurts," he whined. You knew he was close; you'd been teasing him for awhile. His body was flushed and his tip was bright red and leaking.

"Aw, my sweet boy is feeling needy, huh?" you kissed his forehead. "Let's get you off, yeah?" Kazutora whimpered as you returned to your ministrations. You pumped him faster, squeezing him higher. The lube you'd covered his pretty cock in made an obscene squelching noise that embarrassed Kazutora, but you only found it hotter.

"Feels so good mommy!" He was breathlessly whimpering, his hips bucking up to fuck your hand. Finally his body twitched as he cum, the hot release spilling down your hand and onto his tummy.

"Good boy."

[satoruhour]

🪻ugh your drabble about sore reader reminded of this one hc I think of so much that it’s embarrassing. Imagine gojo getting on sorcerer!reader’s nerves to the point that she and utahime almost have an anti-gojo hate club, and one time while bantering with him she jokes about his size or how he’s so self centred he probably can’t even make a woman cum.

Satoru only says “wanna see what I’m all about?” and safe to say she gets dicked down like there’s no tomorrow. Throughout the night he also makes fun of her for being all talk in the beginning but cumming so easily, makes her beg for it, will never let her live it down. Next day Utahime’s real pissed she lost her club’s vice chairperson.

My kitty isn’t even purring atp she’s meowing loud and crystal clear. Satoru who’s smug and a big tease in bed is so unbelievably sexy to me

a/n: discussions of incompetent dick game LMAO, oral f! receiving, fingering, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple rounds

OHHHH MY GOD YOURE SO RIGHT ACTUALLY HYACINTH ANON sorry i took so long to get to this sobs. yes yesyes id like to think sorcerer was with them before but left the scene like nanami and never truly kept in touch with the students at tokyo high. id also like to think this happens before the actual series starts (ages 24 - 25) bc gojo might still be honing his technique and theres still that playful banter at that age. god and they have a school reunion and he does some annoying crap dude.... utahime is DEFINITELY debriefing with you after that whole thing. shes by your side the whole night recalling on the stupid shit gojo did as a hs kid, when he collapsed that mansion without putting up the veil. you had to calm her down LMFAO

but at the reunion there was alcohol and you both get hiiiiigh and all things get 18+ almost immediately, talking about how gojo def cant find the clit and he fingers women wrongly and cant make any use of his dick thats probs small 😭😭😭 which is like ... you also have an inkling that he might not be that small because he is .... 2 metres tall but ya never know with how cocky gojo is. and that inkling is gone instantly when u hear him talk cause his voice is so ANNOYING and dripping with cockiness. he also has that certain lilt in his voice that you realise he uses only with you, overly teasing and silky smooth and u hate how you notice that

gojo is fucked up as well, u know he doesnt hold his liqour well but hes sober enough to ask “wanna see what im all about?” and you especially hate how you look around to see where hime is at and when u just catch a glimpse of her heading into the bathroom, youre nodding slowly and you do nooooot know what youre getting urself into !

needless to say, gojo is already getting u so hot and bothered just from a simple kiss. he warped you two back to your apartment (bc he rather die than get found out by megs and tsumiki), which he has been to before !!!!! gods even the tension back then was so palpable but gojo was in a vulnerable place with geto and everything and didnt want to do anything that would hurt his heart more. you two make out for A WHILLLEEEE and if ure wondering if hes alr so good at kissing, what else is he good at ....?

youre proven wrong time and time again when gojo goes striaght for your clit, rubbing slow circles and he has u begging for more, more something just mere rubs. gojo has the gall to lick a stripe up your soaked panties and sucks a little at your clit and god he is LOVING the way all your previous insults about him fall short of your lips and doesnt have the same punch: “still doesnt prove your dick’s b-big—” gojo lips your panties to the side and eats you out. he eats. you. out. to prove a point but also he falls in love with your pussy, slobbering all over it and shit. “didnt tell my your pussy was so good, baby.” “cat got your tongue? do i live up to your standards?”

you realise hes cocky for a reason and that his tongue game is fucking insane. the same goes for his fingers, locking eyes when he first inserts his digits in and your moan is like heaven to gojo bc he likes nothing more than to prove people wrong. and this is the best way to do it !!!! “cum on my tongue, sweetness.” oh YOU DO !!! YOU DOOOOOO

and then you think gojos done with making his statement. nah. youre so fucked out just from oral and hes smirking down at you, bringing your hands to his crotch.

“what?”

“wan’ you to open my pants yourself.”

“so it’s small?”

gojo scoffs with a smile, he already finds himself addicted to you and your taste. “no. just curious to see your surprised face.”

it gets him off every time (even after dating. and cmon dont tell me you WONT be his gf or at least his fwb after this?) you react like that, mouth open and eyes never leaving his exposed cock that he could probably slam it inside.

wee woo and once he starts to fuck you ooohhhhhhggggghhh eveyrthing you say is INCOHERENT. you try to string words together, insults and name calling here and there but it’s always interrupted by moans and whines. “you’re so— mmhfuck— insanely anno— satoru!” its words and words but none of them make sense. youre drunk on his cock. he fucks you in every position imaginable and the first time he wants to pull out bc he isnt an asshole, you're trapping him between your legs and begging him to cum inside, inside, inside WOOOOWWW HE GOES INSANE.

“i’m on the pill, s-satoru! wan’ your cum inside, please, please—”

“you’re driving me fucking c—crazy. i will, i will.”

anyway yeah you guys go multiple rounds and youre rendered speechless at every turn, surprised at yourself that even when youre spent youre sinking down on his cock and riding him yourself right after you both came. everythings sticky and gross and gojos still sensitive but hes hooked on your pussy and lets you do whatever <33

the next morning u wake up caged in his arms and hes saying something annoying again. “wanna make this a regular thing?” and you attempt to reject him, pushing him away and getting up from your bed but youre sore everrywherreeee and he swoops in just as youre about to fall. “dick too good, huh?” you roll your eyes and just let yourself be pampered by him. you spend that next day just making out and being close to each other and u wonder what to tell utahime LMFOAAOAOA

you end up getting a few missed calls after gojo had sent a selfie of you both, blanket covering your naked bodies after doing the obvious and he just chucks ur phone to the side and continues to kiss you LMAOAOAOAO. oh sigh thats such a nice scenario maybe ill write it properly one day

hello hello!

[yeppeun-riaa]

Husband Ran who fucks you in his club and like that wasn't enough the mess he made will take you home and fuck you until you can't remember your own name

How were you not supposed to get jealous of all the attractive women approaching you husband? Yeah he was hot, handsome, sexy so it's only natural women would cling to him, you knew that back when you first started dating him, and it never stopped you from falling in love with him and marrying him, but it did piss you the fuck off because they all knew he had a wife you. They never seemed to care that he wasn't interested in their ugly ass, or that you were right next to them when they were flirting with him, and boy did that make you upset, "get. the. fuck. off. my. husband" you snarled at her and she just stood there making you even more upset, "did I fucking stutter!" You say loud enough to catch the attention of a few people over the loud music, and finally she glared at you before going to whothefuckevencareswhereshegoes.

You look back to ran who was smirking at you and suddenly you were mad at him, if only he was ugly, "don't fucking smile at me ran, whores like that piss me off" you say firmly when he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you close, "I only have eyes for you baby, you know this." You lean into him, relishing in the jealous eyes on you, "show me then, ran.." you locking eyes with him, and you swore you could see stars in his eyes with the way he smiled at you, dragging you to one of the private VVIP rooms in his club that you both knew no one wold dare enter.

He pushed you up against the wall, locking both of your lips in a hot kiss, you sigh softly into his mouth and you could feel yourself getting wet already. His big hands slid under your dress, pulling your panty aside and putting two long fingers in, "ra-ran" you chant his name and he moves his fingers inside you at a faster pace. He kisses you again, his movements don't falter when he slides the top of the dress down, along with your lace bra to expose your soft breasts to him. You nipples harden because of the cold air but ran quickly puts one into his mouth, sucking and biting while he twists the other with his finges, and he puts two more fingers in, "ran!" he smirks when your back arches, "you gonna cum for me, hmm?", "fuck, yeah I do, please! Please let me cum ran!", "cum for me, I want you to make a mess" some more thrusts and his lewd words sent you over the edge, your body twitches as you orgasm, his fingers fucking you through you high, he slowly pulls his fingers out and sucks on them, so sexy, you think.

"Come on baby" he says fixing your clothes, "let's go home so I can fuck you dumb on my cock" you get a bit flustered at his words, he knows the effect he has on you.

The dive home seemed longer than usual and you didn't blame ran that the moment you arrived he practically manhandled you and threw you on the bed as if you were some ragdoll.

And within a matter of seconds he was all over you, your hot tongue sliding against his, he ripped you dress of, "ran! I liked that dress" you pout and he just shrugs, "I'll get you another one" you were cut off by his mouth on yours, and his fat dick sliding into you. "Ran..fuck, that feels good..." he moves inside you and you call feel all of him, "you like that, don't you, my little wife's so naughty" he smirks, pressing down on that small bulge in your tummy, and it draws the most angelic moans out of you, music to rans ears.

He trust into you, you can't remember how many times you've came, 3, 4 times maybe? All you could think of was ran, and how good he was making you feel. Your screams were loud and you could barely form a sentence, ran thinks you look best like this, dumb of his cock and head empty, "fu-fuck, you like being treated like a whore, huh?" You clenched around him and nodded, babbling random shit because you genuinely could not form a sentence, rans hands connected with your thing, earing a yelp out of you, "answer me, shut, use your fucking words", he spread you legs wider, bring a hand down to rub circles onto your puffy clit, thrushing the breath out of you with his huge dick "yes! Yes! Love it!", ran slapped your thigh again and flipped you over so you're ass was up and resumed his brutal pace.

Your back arched so much it was painful, but the pleasure made the pain worth it as you felt you high approaching, "ran! i wanna, please, i-i", ran slapped your ass and gripped you by you hair pulling you up and fondling you breasts with his other hand, "cim on my cock, you slut, facing cum" you let out the most camgirl like moan and you fucking squirt, wetting the sheet below, and that made ran cum too, he thrusted slowly into you filling you up with his cum and riding both of you through your orgasms.

He collapsed next to you and you used your little energy to turn and face him, he looked at you with a small smile, "I only have eyes for you, got that?" You hum softly and your eyes feel heavy, ran picked you up and cleaned you and himself up, afterwards going to the guest room (since the bed sheets in your room reeked of sex) and you both fell asleep cuddling each other.

[sjswrites]

You Are Worthy

Summary: A little fanfix from AoU. You're Thor's daughter and had to show the boys up.

Warnings: Just fluuuuuffff. My baby deserved this.

A/N: Hiii. Last weekend was hectic, buuut here's the posts you were gonna get, plus a bonus one. Enjoy! 🥰

Masterlist

“Goddess,” A whisper came from the doorway. In the reflect of the mirror, the redhead leaned against the doorframe in her dark red suit. “How did I get so lucky, huh?” She pushed off the door frame. “I don’t deserve you.” She whispered as her arms snaked around my waist and her lips placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

“You do.” My head leaned up against hers. “You deserve everything, baby. You are one of the greatest heroes in the world, but more importantly,” I spun around to face her. “The greatest girlfriend in the world.”

She scoffed. “You must be talking about yourself.” She deflected as I glared at her.

”I’m serious, Natasha.” I kissed her lips. We moved like an ocean of love and lust. I slowly pulled away as she sighed. “I know, you don’t believe me, but it’s true. You are worthy of good things. You’re an amazing person.” My finger swiped away some strands of red away from her warm, green eyes. “Don’t be so mean to yourself… okay?”

She defeatedly nodded as she kissed my nose. “I’ll try. Just for you.”

I shook my head. “Do it for you.”

“Okay Thor. Put her down again. I need to try again.” Tony said as the Avengers quickly gathered around the show. My father laid his hammer down gently on the table as Tony stepped up. He tapped his watch as both of his gloves grew onto his hands and up his arms. He strained as he pulled and his thruster were fully engaged, but to no avail Mjonir did not budge. I chuckled to myself as I made myself comfortable in Nat’s lap, wrapping my arm around her neck.

“Baby, have you ever tried?” I whispered in her ear.

She shook her head. “That’s not an answer I need to be confirmed by a godly weapon. Thank you, but no thank you.”

“Would you try for me?” She looked at me searching and scanning for the joke part of what I asked her. “I bet you’d look really sexy holding it.” I whispered while nibbling on her ear.

“No.” She simply replied.

“Pleeeease.” I pouted my lip.

“Wow. You’re really pulling all the tricks out, huh?” I nodded, eagerly. “No. I don’t want to.” I sighed as I looked at my father and back at Tony. “You do it.”

I looked around the room. All the men had tried to lift my father’s hammer several times. Tony, Bruce, and Clint had tried in the past. Actually multiple triumphant attempts. The only one with any really progress was Cap. The slight wiggle of the hammer gave my father the slight tension in his chest. The women around the table simply refused. Maybe it was the internal notion that we all felt… The fear of not being good enough. The fear of rejection. The fear of being shamed.

“Fine. I will.” A devilish plan formulated in my head. All eyes shifted to me as I strutted my way over to the hammer. “One question, though.” The crowd’s curiosity only grew. “Has anyone ever wanted to kiss me?” A few shy hands raised as Natasha’s eyes narrowed at me. “Aww come on, babe. I feel like you're obligated to raise your hand.” She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at me. “Fine,” I put my hand around the handle as it lightly came up. I pointed the hammer at Kate and Peter who had her hand up. “I guess, I’m making dreams come true tonight.” I looked over at my father who beamed proudly as I flipped the hammer in my hand.

“Fine.” Natasha said as she raised her hand. I quickly threw the hammer at her hand as she caught it. My jaw dropped as I smiled at her.

“I knew it!” I ran back to her, giggling as a small like grin grew on the redhead’s face. She dropped the hammer as it fell through the floor and I jumped in her arms. “I told you.”

“Whatever.” She shook her head before pulling me in for an Earth-shattering kiss for the night we’d remember for the rest of lives.

Masterlist

[honeytama]

thoughts on matt being surprised by reader wearing elf cosplay,, specifically arwen from lotr

note: @amourtoken inspired me HEAVILY on this one from this post so ty!! also tagging @thatchickwiththecamera for talking lotr w me <3

smut 18+ under the cut

boyfriend! matt x reader incoming

matt and you had watched all three films together around a week ago and it was your first time watching them !! he made it hard to focus, but you were good and stuck your eyes to the screen the whoooole time

while you were watching the last film,,,

“baby, i know i asked you to watch with me, but we could be doing something else, too” he sat beside you on his couch with his legs spread in shorts that rose up to show his thighs. he patted the top of thigh, his usual call for you come over during movies: to either get off on his thigh, come to your knees between his legs and get him off, or to ride him while holding onto his shoulders for support.

“you’re the one who told me to pay attention,” you whined before taking a peak at his patting hand, disgustingly close to his bulge, the outline of his hard cock against him beckoned you. if his black athletic shorts rode up any more, you swear you could see his tip peeking through the edge.

“now, i want your attention,” he rubbed himself over his shorts with his hand. “you know i can make you feel so good.”

“so needy,” you mocked him with a pout in your lip before kissing his cheek. “we’re going to finish the movie ok? because we both know if we stop now we’ll never finish it… and the next time we try to watch, i’ll just be all over you again.” you reached for his waistband and pulled down the front of his shorts and underwear,,, his dick flopped out with a bead of precum adorning his tip.

“you just said—“

you hushed him by stroking him and guiding your palm of his tip to gather his arousal. “you can touch me, too. and we’ll just watch the rest of the movie like this.”

intrigued by your proposal, he pulled off your bottoms before sticking his hand between your thighs as your spread your legs next him.

you two were silent, mostly; both of you focusing simultaneously on the film and each other’s parts. only soft grunts and whines coming from each others lips when you hit just the right spot.

he got you off on his fingers and waited patiently for the final movie to end to drag you to the bedroom to finish himself off into your cunt.

little did he know that you had other, more exciting things planned for him.

—

you thought you would test just how badly he was obsessed with his girlfriend having watched his favorite films.

a few days ago,

you flipped through his side of your shared closet and pulled down one of his lotr shirts and grabbed a pair of thigh high socks from your side.

putting them on with nothing underneath, you waited for him in bed over the sheets as he tucked the dogs to sleep in the living room.

when he opened the bedroom door, “you liked it that much, huh?”

you ended up riding him for all he’s worth that night. he didn’t dare lift your shirt to watch your tits bounce even though he craved it,, he just reveled in the sight of his girlfriend wearing his clothing and grinding on his cock.

—

today, you can still see the faint bruises on your ass and sides of your thighs from how tightly his hands squeezed them that night as he guided you up and down his dick.

oh, he’s into it !!

one more step… which had a bit of extra planning on your part.

you ordered pointed elf ears, a circlet, a cream colored sheer floor length robe and a cutsie, lavender ((you can choose light blue or sage)) lingerie set. you planned to do your makeup and hair for the occasion, too.

there was one special, extra thing you ordered for him if everything goes well.

matt hadn’t shared a crush with you on the elf woman, Arwen, but you thought how could he not have one?? she’s gorgeous and you thought of him as your Aragorn soooo you thought you would give it a try

nerds like him deserve to have a sexy elf women writhing underneath them :/

putting everything on, you’re ready to surprise him for some midday sex. the light seeping in from your bedroom windows made the fantasy just a bit more immersive.

he would be getting home from working in the studio and you imagine he would need some tlc.

you stand in the living room, undoing your robe as he comes through the door and sets his things down.

“welcome home, matty,” you say sweetly.

“holy shit,” he walks over to you, quickly chucking off his Nike’s in the process. “you’re a fucking elf…” he wraps his arms around you, oogling your new outfit.

you fluster as his hands explore the smooth material of your lingerie and as he tilts your chin to inspect your ears. looking up at him through your lashes you ask, “do you want to fuck an elf, matt?”

“yup, bedroom, now”

matt cannot stop repeating the same praises as your split on his dick, squirming beneath him. your thighs presses to your chest as he thrusts into you hungrily.

“so pretty just for me”

“good elf girl”

“my beautiful”

all said so teasingly

he managed to pull the majority of his clothes off and your robe, but he couldn’t help but just tug your cute panties to the side and pull his briefs down his thighs; your circlet and pointed ears still adorning your head.

“look at you beneath me, even as an elf you’re so cute twitching on my cock.”

yapologist matt will never shut up about this by the way (he wouldn’t tell anyone, just tease you about it constantly while also praising you for being the most badass, thoughtful girlfriend ever)

((wishing i had some better dialogue to serve yall,,, just too brainrotted over this)

fluffy extra hehehe:

the extra item you bought is a replica evenstar necklace.

laying in bed with him after your afternoon tryst, you lean over to your bedside table and take it into your hands.

“matty, i got you something,” you hide it in your hands patiently.

“oh, yeah?”

you allow the necklace to unravel as you hold it between your fingers. the faux gems twinkle in the light.

“for me?” he asks.

you nod at him with a proud smile. you can tell he’s trying not to act toooo excited.

he takes it in his hand, “you realize giving me this is like, more than a proposal, right?

“yes, dummy, i watched arwen explain the whole thing,” you giggle.

he rolls over onto you, smothering you with kisses and his hair tickles your face.

“i’ll carry it with me everywhere,” he declares, “even on tour. love you so much, bubby.”

“love you, too.”

[mingiiwingii]

Masterlist. Chapter 1. Chapter 2.

SUMMARY | Hes your baby daddy but he’s also part of the mafia- the boss at that. He left you without saying anything but leaving a note explaining how it was the best for you guys and he would miss you. Then disappearing completely out of your life never being seen again a month before you found out you were pregnant.

PAIRINGS | mafia boss father!Bangchan x mother!female reader

RATING | 18+

WARNINGS | 1 suggestive line, Idek what else honestly SORRY.

NOW PLAYING | back to black: Amy Winwhouse

LENGTH | 1,072 words

It was nothing but a normal Saturday afternoon. You and your daughter were on your way to the ice cream shop. Your daughter gets happy as you guys get closer to the huge ice cream shop in the mall. You finally reached the entrance of the shop and asked her if she knew what she wanted already, you already knew what ice cream she had in mind since she got it all the time but you just wanted to see if it would be different, it wasn’t per usual.

You took her in the ice cream shop so she can get her ice cream. She begged for you to let her order it herself and let her put it under her own name. You didn’t see any reason not to so you let her put it in on her own. •Yerim Bang: 2 scoops of chocolate ice cream on a cone and 2 scoops of cookies and cream on a cone• is what the reader where you would order said.

You turnt around with your daughters hand in yours to go sit in the waiting area and as you turnt around, you couldn’t believe what you and your daughter were seeing the man you dreaded to ever see again. Christopher bang known as bang Chan A.K.A Yerims father. Still short as ever but still scary in a sexy way, black suited pants, a long sleeve white dressy button up shirt, and a black suited jacket buttoned over it with a black tie, his hair was styled completely different. It was blonde and boy did it complement his face so perfectly.

Of course he still wore the same Rolex from when you first ever met him, the Rolex that wrapped around his wrist like a snake everytime he put his hand around your neck as he fucked you. Oh what you’d do to go back to that time and take it all back but then again your glad that happened because you were blessed with your beautiful daughter.

You happened to finally look down at at the short mans hand and you happened to see him holding a little girls hand she looked about the same age as your daughter but she also looked very familiar. She looked like a child you have seen before but she also looked like your child’s father very similar to him. Same eyes, same nose, same lips worse of all, she shared the same features of Christopher’s that your daughter did and that made the two look almost like twins.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you seen the little girl charging towards you and your daughter and your daughter charged back towards her. The little girl yelled out her name as they hugged each other “Yerim what are you doing here” with a huge smile. Yerim smiled back and said “I’m getting ice cream with my mommy like every Saturday.”

The little girls smile became a little smaller as she put her head down and said softly “I sometimes wish I had a mommy to teach me how to be a good girlfriend and how to act as a women, but Im very glad that I have my daddy he says that ‘I should just wait to grow up and later worry about that stuff but that I should also be the type of girlfriend who knows how to let go and isn’t disobedient’ but he’s a man so what does he actually know.”

Those words broke you and and you daughters hearts. It then hit you she was the little girl to always get dropped off by this very beautiful woman. You only every caught a few glimpses of her and the little girl that’s why you didn’t know who it was right away.

You felt that the girl must’ve been Christopher’s current women since she was the one dropping off his other said daughter but you could also tell she wasn’t her biological mom because they didn’t share a single feature. You patted the little girls head and said “yeah your right your father is a man they wouldn’t know anything about that kid of stuff” as you then rolled your eyes at him.

Your daughter then put her head down and said “I wish I had a daddy to teach me about how boys should treat a girl and the right boy to and to not date.” She then raised her head and said “but my mom told me the exact man or boy to not date.” With a huge smile on her face.

The little girl lit up and said “what type of guys does she think are bad to date” your daughter snickered and laughed saying “the bad type-“ she starts to say as she put her hands on her hips. She then continues “the type of guy who does bad things because it will never last that’s what happened between her and my d-“ you were shocked at the little girls words but the only thing that stopped that last word from coming out of her mouth was her order being called.

“An order for yerim bang” the lady behind the desk yelled “well that’s me I’ll see you at school “ yerim said before hugging her bye before pulling you and running towards the desk to get the ice cream. Christopher stood there puzzled wondering was that his daughter but he already knew she was since the last names aligned and she looked like his twin flame.

As you guys were walking out past them the little girl tapped your arm making you stop and look down at her with a smile. The little girl then asked “how do you know those are the types of men to stay away from because I always wanted to date a man from the mafia because they seem super fun.”

You laugh at her words she reminded you of yourself “I know because I have great experience with them and trust me you don’t want to date one because one day they’ll say they love you and the next their leaving a not on your kitchen table saying how your not good for each other.”

You smile at the girl who is clearly listening to you then look at Christopher and your smile drops as you roll your eyes. Yerim waved the little girl and her dad a final goodbye.

[multific]

Being Vincent de Gramont's Sugar Baby - Headcanons

Vincent de Gramont x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Warnings: Smut

This man was looking for a good time

Something simple

Something easy

Someone he could call whenever he wanted some female attention

And so, he found you

You were perfect

Exactly his type

Easy to win over with the promise of money

He did a full check on you, of course

Realizing that you weren't in the best of financial positions, now he just needed a plan

When he told you what his intentions were

Maybe he could have been sweeter

You slapped him right across the face

"I'm not a slut, asshole"

You said before you slammed his drink on the table and walked away

He liked that

Very much so

He liked a challenge

It wasn't what he was looking for

But it was better than anything he imagined

You were firey

And he was too handsome

He looked too good in his suits

It was making you weak

One time, he asked for his usual

And you were to bring it to him to his room

You weren't a maid, it wasn't your job description when you started working at the Continental's bar

When you stepped into his room, you noticed no one else was there

He was wearing a white suit

You were still angry because of his previous... offer

But shit, he looked too good

He said something in French before he thanked you for the drink

Right then and there, you reconsidered his offer

Right then and there, you accepted his offer

And right then and there, he fucked you against the window

What he didn’t know is that you didn't want his money

So after paying off your debt, you put the money he sent you to a separate account

You planned on giving it back once he had enough of you

Or give it to charity

You had a good life now

You were his sugar baby, sure

But it was a good life

He was extremely cruel and arrogant

But there were moments when he was very kind to you

Buying you gifts came naturally

It was in the job description of being a sugar baby

Even if it wasn't him personally buying the stuff

You had bags, jewelry and shoes, dresses and lingerie

You noticed early on that he was a very demanding and controlling person

He wanted you to dress in a way he liked it

He even made you go to the hair dresser and got your hair done in a way he liked it

You didn't feel like yourself

It was wrong

But every time he called you 'Kitten' it was over for you

He had a very high sex drive and a great stamina

Going on for hours at times

He was demanding but also giving

He liked it rough but never hurt you

He liked to edge you but never to the point of too much

He was cruel but he always made sure you were pleased

It could be worse

You often found yourself saying

Which wasn't the best

But hey, it could be worse

After a couple months, you learned a lot about him

Every time someone entered his office, you knew when you needed to leave

You knew when he was angry

And when he was calm

You knew when he needed something to eat, drink or a blowjob

He is a man after all, reading him was easy

But he is also a boss

You knew what it meant when he took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves

He was sexy

Extremely sexy

And the worst is that he knew it

And he used it against you, many times

Teasing you

Teasing him was something you never meant to do, not intentionally anyway

You told yourself from the start, he is a bad man, he only wants you so he can have a pet, he didn't want you as a woman, don't catch feelings

Do not catch feelings

But of course you did

How could you not

Every time he brought you to a meeting or a dinner, he dressed you up as a doll, pulling you into his arms

He walked around with you attached to his side

He looked extremely proud to have you on his arm as well

And in the beginning, you loved it

You enjoyed the attention you got

You enjoyed the envious looks of women

But soon you realized, you were awful

After being his sugar baby for almost a year and a half

You met many rich men with sugar babies

You met and talked with many of said sugar babies

And you realized just how dumb you were

You caught feelings, which was like the number one rule on the ‘what not to do’ list

You felt so stupid

And the worst part was that you actually loved him

Like, really loved him

You cared for Vincent on a deep level and you didn't know what to do with these feelings

You didn't dare to tell him

You didn't dare to tell his men or your friends

You were majorly fucked

During an evening, you met a couple, wife and husband, Mr and Mrs Ghandram

And as Vincent and Mr Ghandram moved to a different room to speak business, you were left with Mrs

"You didn't realize that he loves you right?" she asked, nearly making you choke on your Martini

"Excuse me?"

"I can see it in his eyes. That's not a way a 'sugar daddy' looks at their toy. That man is in love with you and I can see you love him just as much."

You were shocked

Him in love?

Not possible

But as he arrived back to your side, now, you saw that shine in his eyes you didn't notice before

Could it be true?

Part 2

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[coltrainbat]

Chris x reader being really tight friends.

Like they hold hands, hug, forehead/cheek kisses.

They go to an award show, reader is friendly flirting with a Co star of Chris.

He sees it while giving an interview.

When he finishes he comes up from behind, hugs reader close to him and kisses readers cheek. He's slightly jealous...

Media goes wild...

Both phones blow up. Speculations about secret relationship...

Something like that. Thanks 😘

Because I Want You

WARNINGS: Swearing, big mad Chrissy, little angst, jealous Chris

DISCLAIMER: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life. 

“How you feeling?” Chris placed his hand on your knee in the limo, rubbing small circles with his thumb over the expensive fabric, desperate to feel your skin. 

“I might die from excitement! Did I say thank you? because this is a dream come true.” 

“You’ve only said thank you 500 times… but once again you’re welcome and for the final time I wanted you to come because there was no way I was doing this alone.” 

“I know I’m just super excited to rub shoulders with celebrities.” You bit your lip, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“You know I’m considered a celebrity, right?” 

“Yeah, but a REAL celebrity not my guy best friend who despite being a movie star is still in my mind the 12-year-old boy who pinned my down and threatened to lick me unless I gave him the last cookie.”

 “Classic move. Worked every single time.” Chris sat smugly.

“You’re disgusting” you glared at him.

“Yet you love me.” He moved a hair out of your face and kissed you on the cheek. 

“Do I look good?” You gestured at your dress,

“For the 20th time you look fucking amazing” Chris’s eyes scanned your body like he had done many times this evening, but this time felt like he could openly admire how you looked in the dress. Your boobs and curves filled it out in a way not many women could master, you looked sexy and classy. 

 “Ok good I just wanted to hear you say it again, also because Henry Cavill is going to be there and omg that man is just… swoon” You smiled, jokingly fanned your face. 

Chris’s hand gripped your knee a little tighter. “Yeah. he will be…” His voice got a little quieter as he looked out of the window, slightly taken aback by the comment about his co-star. 

Noticing the car coming to a stop, he prepared himself to step out.

“It’s showtime baby, now remember I’ll be right next to you the whole time but when I have to do an interview go stand near my assistant, so I know where you are, ok?” 

“Yeah, yeah I get it come on!” You pushed him out of the car, his eyes rolling at your eagerness as he moved around to your door and opened it up for you. 

Holding out his hand to help you out of your seat. You were immediately met to the sounds of screams and flashing lights. 

Your hand still firmly on Chris’s as he eased you towards the carpet, he dropped it monetarily to wrap it around your waist, putting you in a secure position close to him.

You posed in front of the sea of photographers, increasingly more aware that you’re getting 1000 photos taken of you at once, you go tight in Chris’s grip.  

Noticing the instant tension of your body at the scene in front of you, he moved his mouth down, kissing your temple “relax, they’ll love you.” He whispered against your head. 

You gave him a small smile moving towards his ear “I’m shitting myself.” You whispered in his ear, his head immediately fell back in a roar of laughter “don’t worry me too babe” he said, smirking at you. 

“Chris, we need you for an interview can you come over here please.” 

“I’ll be 5 minutes.” He squeezed your waist in reassurance, kissing your cheek quickly as he moved to the handheld mic, and you sulked to the side-lines.

Taking the moment to catch your breath and take in the scene of chaos around you, a hand pressed gently on your shoulder blade. 

“Apologies, I just had to talk to the rumoured woman of the hour.” A suave British accent startled you out of your haze. 

Your eyes widened at the gorgeous man who had appeared behind you, his tall, muscular figure, looking down on you was contrasted by his soft eyes and charming smile. 

“Don’t apologise… woman of the hour?”

“Seems everyone’s talking about that dress…” He gestured to your navy-blue number. 

“Well, I was worried about whether it would be ok for this kind of thing, I’m not really used to it.” 

“I think it’s more than ok; I’d say it’s brilliant, especially on you.” His piercing gaze never left yours as his tongue peaked out to wet his lower lip, admiring the sight of you. 

Your eyes were firmly fixed on Henry’s, lost in the intense eye contact so you didn’t notice the fidgety Chris, stuttering to answer questions as he neck stretched out, trying to reach your eyes. His jaw tightened at the sight of you and Henry, jealously burned in his stomach as he watched his co-star undress you with his eyes. 

Trying not to show his annoyance but it was clear his mind was half in the interview, giving vague answers of “oh yeah” “it’s great, it’s brilliant, ya know…” eyes skating towards you constantly as he shoved his fidgeting hands in his pockets, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet.

“Where are my manners, I’m Henry.” He held out a hand, you placed yours in his, where the size difference between the two become obvious. He sandwiched your hand softly between both of his, shaking slightly but never letting go. 

“Oh, I know. Y/N, I’m a friend of Chris’s.”

“Friend, you say? Oh well that’s good news, I thought maybe you two were...” 

“Chris and me? Oh no we are just-“ you were interrupted as strong hands wrapped around your waist pulling you towards his chest, hoping you’d ease into his grip. His mouth going to the skin between your jaw and your shoulder, placing a soft, wet kiss. 

“Hey baby, I see you’ve met Henry.” 

“Ahh Chris, hi! Yeah, she’s great we were just talking about you.” Henry got visibly nervous and confused seeing the sudden affection between the two of you. 

Blush rose to your cheeks in embarrassment. 

“Oh really! Awesome well seems Y/N here forgot about this thing we have to go do…”

“I… what…” you looked back at Chris, confusion all over your face.

“Yeah, the thing inside, come on. But hey! we’ll see you after, man. Alright?” Chris was smiling and charismatic but the look in his eyes was a clear, stern stare of “she’s mine, back off.”

The men shared a silent conversation with their eyes, marking a clear understanding that you couldn’t quite decipher. 

“Yeah, of course, lovely to meet you again, Y/N hope you enjoy the night.” His hand rubbed the back of neck, unsure of whether he should kiss you goodbye but not wanting to further anger the territorial bear that was Chris right now. 

Chris pulled you by your arm inside and towards a secluded hallway away from wandering eyes and all the noise. 

“What the fuck was that about? Chris you just ruined my chances with Henry Cavill!” 

“Good! What the fuck was that? I’m giving an interview and can’t give you attention for 5 minutes, so you go off and find someone else? Sorry I didn’t know Henry fucking Cavill was your best friend for 25 years and that he took you to a major award show as his date!” 

“We were talking Chris! It’s not like I was playing tonsil tennis on the carpet - what has gotten into you? You don’t own me! I can flirt with whoever I want! Why do you always have to ruin every chance I get with a guy because you’re so miserable being single you can’t stand to see someone else happy!” 

“Because I want to be with you!” 

You paused in shock at his sudden confession. 

“I’ve been in love with you since middle school for fucksakes and you never noticed. I saw you and Henry and fuck it yeah, I got jealous, I couldn’t stand. I’m sorry I ruined it for you, I just-“ 

You cut him off by planting a strong kiss on his lips. He instantly relaxed, hands falling to your waist as you ran your hands through his hair, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled out looking up at him “I don’t want Henry Cavill.”

“You were trying to make me jealous?” He looked at you quizzically. 

You nodded slowly. “It worked though, didn’t it?” 

He shook his head and tutted “You are something else you know that?” Before grabbing your face and planting another kiss on you.

What you thought was a private intimate moment turned out to be filmed by some intern peaking around the corner. Turns out you too loud mouths weren’t as quiet when you were fighting as you thought. 

 Chris Evans and Y/N… FINALLY confirmed

 Best Friends to Lovers Trope but in Real Life Hollywood: Chris Evans & Y/N L/N

Chris Evans professes love in viral video!   

24 Photos of Chris Evans & Y/N L/N that told us they were never just “best friends”

25 Tweets that perfectly described how we felt about the Chris Evans & Y/N L/N “Nicholas Sparks” Moment 

“Because I want to be with you!” Chris Evans pours his heart out to long time best friend

Chris Evans & Y/N L/N confirm relationship through Reps

“I’m glad they got that moment on camera; we’ll show it at the wedding.” Chris Evans shows no angst towards secret filmer of intimate moment between him and Y/N L/N. 

Most Wanted Woman in Hollywood: 10 facts about the woman who had Henry Cavill and Chris Evans fighting over her! 

[slickchickchocolatier]

so i had a thought when i read your new heelel scenario while jungwon and realena were in earth with helan how would helan react if someone tried to approach his mom and flirt with her would he tell his dad so they can both deal with it ?

oh yooooo...Helan....is a crazy little boy. He's just as obsessive and possessive like his daddy. He takes after heelel so much, so now you not only have a yandere husband, but you have a yandere child. Obviously helan loves you in a manner that is not romantic, just really clingy, loves and is obsessed with his mommy, and being the son of the devil.......boy might get a little demonic and violent, just like Heelel. Here's how i foresee that scenario going down....

"Look away...."

Warnings: some gore, demon child, demon spawn, obsessive and possessive love, hints of non/dub con smut towards the end.

"Mommy can we go here?" Helan asks as he holds onto your hand, skipping along as he points towards a candy store.

"Sure baby." you softly respond. Today, you decided to take Helan to Earth and roam against the mortals. Despite Helan being a child, there were some qualities about him that was far advanced, which is why it surprised you when your husband admitted for you and Helan to go to Earth alone, considering that Heeseung would never let you out of his sight. Even when at times, where he couldn't be with you, which wasn't often, he'd normally have one of his brothers to keep an eye on you. Yet here he was, allowing the task of your own child to hold the responsibility in keeping you safe....or from running off.

You really didn't have any inclinations in running away, there was no purpose. Your husband knew all and would find you in a heartbeat, no doubt admitting a series of punishments for straying once he caught you. Besides....it's not like you really could live and go back to your normal life, you were immortal, had a child, and did end up falling in love with your husband.....more than you would have ever thought.

"Mommy? Can I get some candy?" Helan asks, and you nodded in response as you smile down at your loving little boy. He grins and releases your hand, straying off to pick out his favorites while you stayed nearby.

Watching as Helan picked out a variety of sweet treats, you sensed the presence of two large males as they breached closely from behind. Turning around in a snap, you looked at them rather harshly as you tried to signal for them to keep their distance. Yet, to your dismay, they did not take the hint.

"Wow......where do they make women like you at?"

"Dude, she's a hottie with a body."

"You here alone? Oh...you got a kid with you. Damn.....so someone took you off the market? Well thats cool....i mean....if its all good with you, I wont tell."

"Yeah, neither will I."

Both men displayed total ignorance and lack of humility as they came up with their presumptuous attitude in thinking that you would ever consider cheating on your husband. Not only did you learn to love Heeseung...or rather...you fell into the force of loving him as he kept you, you also knew that aside from that.......in the chance where you were not in love and had wanted to stray away, there was absolutely no way that he wouldn't find out, since....you were married to the Devil.

"Please stop. I have my child with me, leave us alone."

"Damn....her voice is sexy. Bet you can sound real good in bed."

What was with these guys? The audacity of these two sauntering up with such an obnoxious attitude. It was sickening. Rolling your eyes, you turn away to focus on Helan, when suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"hey, don't turn away. Come talk to us. Wanna go out tonight?"

"You like to party? We know of a place where we can take you."

Now, you felt confident in handling these two idiots on your own, after all, you were well adjusted to becoming immortal and had gained strength, precision, finesse, and supernatural powers that the Devil breathed into you when he brought you back to life. However, before you were able to discreetly handle the situation, you watched as Helan shoots up and places himself in between you and the two brutes.

"You should look away." Helan merely states. His child like voice was somewhat eerie and his eyes grew wide with the sadistic glare of rage and jealousy.

"Oh what's this? little boy, doesn't your sexy mom teach you to not get into the way of adults when they're talking?"

Smirking, Helan reaches up and takes the man hand. Confused, the man merely laughs out nervously. "What are you up to little kid?"

Just then, you watched as your little boy rips the mans fingers off. Grabbing a bunch with his teeth, he tears them off the palm and smiles as he lets each one fall out and on to the floor. The man screams out and panics, bumping into each sweet stand and knocking down myriads of candy onto the floor.

"Fuck!!!! What the fuck!!!!! My fingers!!!!" the man screams. The other man to his side stood in shock, rendering himself to become easy prey as Helan jumps up in a levitating state and slashes the man's throat with protruding claws, nearly decapitating him. You were stunned as you heard the store clerks panicking and calling the police, claiming that a murderous child was rampaging causing mayhem....much as you hated to admit it, it was true. Your son, a side of him that you've never seen, was tearing flesh, causing a fountain of blood to splatter all over as he leaps from one body to the other.

"H-Helan!! That's enough!" you panicked as you stuttered out your words, completely shocked and scared yourself. Though, despite him being chaotic, he minded you well as he immediately stopped and ran over to you with his arms high, signifying that he wanted to be held by you.

"C...c-come to mommy...come here." leaning down, you pick him up and held him close as you turned over to see the store clerks screaming and cursing as they demanded you to take your child and leave. At a loss for words, you started to head for the exit when Helan tells you to "Wait mommy." Stopping in your tracks at the deep childish tone he emitted, he taps your arms to signal for you to put him down. Once his feet hit the ground, he goes over and picks out a couple of candies, before walking over to the front counter where the clerks all backed away in great fear as they watched the little boy, covered in blood, reach up and place some money on the edge of the counter, barely reaching. "Here." Helan's high pitch and cherub like voice emits as he smiles gleefully while holding onto his candy. "Thank you!" he calls out as he waves at the clerks while running back over to you.

Taking you by the hand, he looks up at you with his face displaying a rather eerie smile...once again.

"Time to go home...mommy."

Nodding rather nervously, he pick him up and felt his small arms wrap around your neck and hair as he leans his head against your shoulder, and begins sucking his thumb, taking in the delightful taste of blood that coated it. Walking out, the moment your foot hits the pavement outside, you summoned the powers to transport you and your son back to Hell, where he jovially runs up to his father.

Sitting on the throne, casually relaxed, Heeseung smirks as he watches his darling, little baby boy run up to him with the candy pieces in his hands, his entire body covered with blood.

"Did you have fun?" Heeseung deeply chuckles out as he picks the boy up and sits him on his lap.

"Uh huh!" Helan smiles and responds.

"Did you take care of mommy for daddy?" Heeseung softly speaks as he brushes his fingers through the boy's hair.

"Yes daddy, i did." with his high pitch coming back, Helan speaks with an innocent tone.

"Good boy. Time for bed." Tucking Helan in, he closes the curtains around his small crib to seclude his sights from everything else.

Turning back to you, Heeseung walks over and wiht one hand, he caresses your waist while the other softly cradles your cheek. Noting the look of fear in your eyes, he coos you.

"Shhh......its okay baby. He just loves his mommy so much. Nothing wrong with that." he speaks against your forehead. Nodding, you return the embrace, still nervous and uneasy from the brutal display that just occurred. No wonder Heeseung was okay with you going to earth by yourself with Helan, he knew that your son, who took after him, would do the job in his stead when it came to protecting you.....or keeping you in check.

"you'll get used to it baby." heeseung darkly emits as he stares at you with soulless eyes, a sadistic glare as he bites down his lip and smirks out a lustful smile.

".....how?" you asked earnestly.

Rubbing your stomach with the back of his palm, he looks down before leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. "you didn't think helan was going to be an only child, did you?"

Slightly shaking your head, you faintly pull yourself away as you gathered the hint of where Heeseung was going with his words. You were still too shocked and nervous to think about sex, let alone doing it. Yet your husband was adamant about it.

"Come here......lets fuck until the new moon comes in."

[groovetheorxy]

mileena.

cw: smut, mdni, mileena x reader.

an: this is my first time posting a fanfic here, so please go easy on me lol. I don't know if I really liked this but I always wanted to write some smut with Mileena, because I don't see many things with mk women here. English is not my first language, sorry for anything wrong.

You had prepared a special night for you and your wife, Mileena.  More specifically, a night to celebrate the anniversary of Mileena's final departure to your world — Outworld.

After the night Liu Kang and the Lin Kuei brothers showed up at your apartment, telling you that you were one of those chosen to join them in Mortal Kombat — a battle between beings from Outworld and Earthrealm, to keep the peace between the two worlds —, your life was never the same.

In Earthrealm, you met Mileena, the future queen of Earthrealm.  It wasn't an exaggeration to say that you fell in love with her the very moment you saw her, and she could also say the same for herself.

During preparation, you trained together and she taught you everything a warrior needed to know.

You trained together, learned together, got hurt together and fought side by side when necessary.  And when it was time to leave, you couldn't say goodbye.

You were completely willing to abandon your entire life in Outworld to become queen alongside your loved one, but Mileena decided that you had much more to lose than she did if you stayed in Earthrealm.  Thus, she chose to say goodbye to her world, her sister and mother, to live with you in Outworld.

Since then, you maintained the companionship you created during the battle, this time as faithful companions.

Mileena quickly learned to live in the same world as you and you taught her everything she needed to know to be an Outworlder.

A year later, you were more in love than ever and deserved a celebration.

The initial idea would be a surprise from you to your wife.  As soon as she got home after another day at work, she found you in the living room of your house, wearing only red lingerie and a pair of black heels.  For her, you bought a pair of pink lace lingerie — her favorite color — and Mileena hurried to put it on after a quick shower.

You smelled her perfume as she walked out of the bathroom of the suite you two shared and something inside you lit up.

“Wow… You look… amazing!”, you admired her, falling in love again.

She smiled shyly, as she was still not used to wearing those types of underwear.  Especially when it was something so sensual.

“I think these things look better on you than they do on me,” she said, clearly complimenting you.

“Don’t be silly,” you pulled her towards the bed.  “It looks perfect on you.  But don’t worry, I asked you to wear this just so I can take it off soon.”

She revealed a sexy smile and you sat on her lap, starting a kiss between you.  Mileena had her hands on your legs, but began to touch your ass.  Her fingers marked your skin and you felt the temperature rise.

Gently, you made her lie down, intensifying the kiss and rolling on your wife's belly.

“I have a surprise for you, baby.  Wait here".  You quickly went to the closet and brought a package.  “Open it,” you said, placing the box on the bed in front of Mileena.

“What is this?”, she looked at you suspiciously and you rolled your eyes.

“Open it and you will find out.”

She let out a sigh and began to undo the wrapping, until she opened the box completely.  You had bought a strap on, as Mileena was very curious to use one of those with you, after you showed her a catalog of sex toys — you had a good amount of them, in fact.  She learned to like this kind of thing because of you.

“My goodness… Y/N, baby, this is so cool!”, her instinct was to hug you tight and she did so.

“I’m glad you liked it”, you smiled sweetly but the expression soon changed.  “Can we use our new toy now, hmm?”

Leaving all initial embarrassment aside, Mileena closed her hand around her neck and replied: “I can't wait to hear you moaning like a slut, while I fuck you really hard.”

Fuck.  It was exactly what you wanted to hear.

“Take everything off,” she ordered, with a closed expression — which you found very sexy, but usually she only made that face when she was really angry.

You hurried to take off your lingerie and then lay down on the bed, with your legs open and touching yourself to tease your girl.

“Come on, your highness.  Make me suffer”, you moaned as you said.

Still with that frown on her face, Mileena climbed onto the bed, already dressed in the strap on, and approached you.  She fingered your dripping wet pussy, pushing two fingers into your slit, making you choke on your own moan.

“Fuck!”, you whimpered, sensitive to her touch. Certainly, her fingers did a much better job than yours.

With her fingers wet with your juice, Mileena raised her hand to yout mouth, forcing you to suck her fingers, looking into her eyes

“You dirty little whore,” she growled, feeling her own pussy throb.

Then, she held you across your thighs and held the rubber dick, rubbing the top against your needy entrance.

“Do you want this, baby?  You want my cock inside you”, she whispered in a sexy voice.

“Oh, yes… Please, Mommy,” you begged, knowing she liked it when you did that.

Slowly, she pushed the entire phallic, plasticized length into you and every inch that entered made your body spasm strongly.  And she had barely started.

Holding tight to his waist, Mileena pushed her own hips forward, making strong thrusts into your pussy.

“That’s right, Mimi… Fuck your little slut how you like”, you encouraged her.

“Y/N… Hhmm…”, she moaned too while fucking you.  Nothing gave her more pleasure than seeing you writhe in pleasure.

You wrapped your legs around her waist, in an attempt to bring Mileena closer and stop her from pulling out of you.  Your nails ripped off her arms and back, leaving red marks for you to admire later.

With a shaking hand, you placed the cloth of her bra to the side, massaging her chest.  You were fascinated by those breasts, you could spend hours touching, sucking and playing with the hard nipples.

“More, baby.  I’m cumming”, you warned, pulling Mileena by the back of her head and kissing her mouth quickly.

Her hips gained more speed, going back and forth, taking and putting in, making you go crazy.

Your back was arched, your mouth open and saliva dripping down the corner of your lips.

Mileena bit your neck and pinched your nipple between her fingers, helping you feel even more pleasure.

You reached your peak, trapping Mileena between your legs and arms, moaning in her ear and she in yours.

“Oh God… I love you, Mileena.”

She laughed.  It was always funny when you confessed that you loved her after an orgasm.  She loved it.

“I love you too, my girl.  A lot”, she caressed your face and kissed the tip of your nose.

“So, I guess now it’s my turn to use this on you and make you cum for me,” you bit your lip, smiling evilly.

“Again?”, Mileena smiled, squeezing her waist.

“It’s never enough, baby.”

[jqmalikhsgib]

too sweet

two

eddie was in the crowd watching his girlfriend proudly. she’s an amazing performer. she was actually out of this world. eddie still couldn’t believe that he was dating one of the hottest female rappers out there. she gave him a chance.

he knows she’s too good for him. she deserves someone better than he could ever be but he’d never stop trying to show her how much he appreciates her.

once the show ends eddie heads backstage. he watches as she interacts with her fans before they all leave. he walks over to her and wraps his arms around her waist from behind.

“you looked so fucking good up there, baby.” eddie whispers in her ear. yn giggles like a school girl. she’d never felt so much love in her life by anyone she’s dated in the past. eddie was the perfect man.

“yeah? what was your favorite song?”

“i like the new one. what’s it called?” he whispers in her ear.

yn wasn’t shy when it came to her sex life. she had plenty of music for all the women out there to know their worth.men have been bragging about sex for centuries. she knows the world isn’t into women bragging about sex like a man does. yn didn’t give three fucks! she wasn’t shy in her music and she made other women feel better about their bodies and sexuality.

whenever she wrote a song she always made herself the prize, because in her eyes, she’s a fucking prize a thousand percent. she’s always believed that. sure sometimes she’s insecure. she feels like everyone has insecurities, but in the past whenever she’d been cheated on, she’d shrug it off, write, and ignored the pain. she’d pick herself back up, start dating again, and only hopes the next guy wouldn’t wound her. now, with eddie, he’s made it known she’s the prize.

eddie’s made her feel beautiful and sexy. she’d been nervous about giving him a chance. knowing his past, he wasn’t shy when it came to sex either. she’s heard their music plenty of times! corroded coffin wasn’t shy either.

when yn and eddie first had sex, it had been the best either of them ever had. yn has always been freaky and hasn’t found anyone to match her energy. not like eddie has!

eddie introduced yn to a whole new light and yn introduced eddie to her freaky side. they weren’t afraid to try anything at least once. if they’d liked it, they’d put it into their mental list and try it more.

yn still wrote music to inspire women and she’d still wrote music about her being the prize. it was no different with the newest song she just performed today. it was a little different though. she did compliment eddie a bit as well. ultimately letting the world know that eddie wasn’t going anywhere and she was very satisfied.

“you like? it’s coming out tomorrow.”

“mhm, i loved it, baby. and you’re absolutely have every right to laugh. ain’t nobody taking either of us away from one another, you hear me?” he smirks.

yn turns and kisses him passionately. eddie runs his hands all over her body. she yelps as he lifts her up and holds her tightly. yn moans silently as eddie squeezes her ass. when she pulls away he kisses her neck. the two forgetting about her team being right backstage. they didn’t really seem to care though when her manager clears her throat.

eddie continues to kiss her neck as she smiles and bites her bottom lip.

“yn!”

eddie groans as he pulls away. he glares at her manager as he gently sets her down. “sorry.” yn shrugs.

“you two need to get home before someone sees you. you’re lucky the fans didn’t see. don’t you want to keep this thing lowkey?”

“it’s fine viv. it’s not like that. we’re not keeping it a secret.” yn shrugs.

“i know that. the amount of paparazzi that follows you guys is crazy. and your pda is all over the place. it’s just—you two have been seeing one another for six months. i love you both dearly, but you don’t want people talking. they already think you’re just some stunt.”

eddie simply rolls his eyes. he didn’t really give a single fuck what anyone else thought about his relationship. they could think whatever the hell they want. eddie wasn’t going to let some rumors ruin what they have. he knew yn wouldn’t either.

“don’t care, viv. they can believe whatever they want. eds and i are serious.”

eddie hums in agreement. the couple soon hold onto each others hands as they head out to her car and drive off.

when they get to eddie’s, yn grabs him a beer and hands it to her boyfriend. she sits next to him on the couch as he cuddles up to her.

in the middle of watching some random show on the tv his phone rings. he laughs when he sees it’s eleven calling him.

“hey, what’s up belgium?” yn frowns whenever she sees her boyfriend stopped smiling. he sits up as he listens to the girl that was more like his sister.

“slow down, alright. i know, babe. remember what i told you, yeah? exactly! you’re gonna be alright. okay ill see you next week, yeah? i love you too babe.” eddie sighs as he ends the phone call. he runs his fingers through his hair. yn runs her hands up and down his back.

“what was that about? is eleven okay?”

eddie shakes his head. “mike and will are going apartment hunting. it’s just a lot for her. it sucks, you know?! i love mike and will too, but i don’t know, red and belgium have a special place in my heart. they’ve both been through too much.”

yn understood why. eleven hadn’t had much of a life. eleven was just three years old when her mom died in a house fire. she’d been staying with a friend of her moms while she’d work two jobs just to keep el well fed. unfortunately, before eleven’s mom was headed to pick her up the house caught on fire. for awhile she’d been tossed around from foster care to foster care. she’d been picked on and bullied. one foster parent even went as far as chopping her hair and the kids were so cruel they’d call her all kinds of names. At such a young age she’d skipped school, fell so far behind, she didn’t even know how to spell her name. she had given up on anyone ever loving her. that is until a special chief of police took interest in her. after jim’s own wife and daughter died, seeing eleven brought such joy in his life again. he’d end up fostering eleven before adopting her to be his own. el met mike and thought he was the cutest boy she’d ever seen. soon joyce and jim started dating and she gained two brothers. the girl finally felt love.

but she considered eddie more of her brother than will and jonathan. eddie protected her when she’d been younger, way before jim took her in. eddie saw kids his age picking on her when she had just been eight years old. he protected her from the losers who thought it was okay to be mean to a child. since then he’s been there for her. he even gave her a nickname when kids would call her shitty ones. she’d always loved waffles so he started calling her belgium.

max was a bit different. she moved to hawkins around the time eddie was on his first year of his senior year. she’d been a sweet kid but she’d been quiet. she wasn’t vocal around her step brother, billy. eddie found billy bulling max one day and got his ass kicked after defending her. he didn’t mind though, he was use to people throwing punches. he wasn’t one to fight back though. eddie was too kind for that. max had been timid and afraid to approach anyone. but she met four boys, and a really cool girl who didn’t give up. they all became friends soon after. billy had been a dick though! it wasn’t a surprise he was also a racist piece of shit. still, he knew billy still loved max, even if he had a shitty way of showing it. he had protected max one last time as he rushed into the burning mall just to get her out of there. ultimately he succeeded, he gone straight to the door, pushing max out, before the roof collapsed and he died in the fire.

max hadn’t been the same since. she struggled a lot after that and eddie was there to pick up the pieces. in a way, all the kids him and steve took on his wing had their own shit! but max and eleven were his sisters and he’d do absolutely anything for them both. maybe it’s because he saw a lot of himself in the both of them. all of them feeling unwanted, shunned, outcasted, freaks!

“i know. maybe—maybe when we go to hawkins we can spend a whole day with just max and el? we could take them anywhere they want to go. just the four of us!”

eddie looks at his girlfriend with hearts in his eyes. “you’d do that? you don’t even know them yet.”

yn shrugs. “eddie, they’re your sisters. i don’t know if ive ever told you,” yn playfully rolls her eyes before continuing. “but im not planning on going anywhere. that means they’re my sisters too. and id do anything for my family.”

eddie kisses her passionately. yn was a bit surprised but kisses back before pulling away to look him in the eyes. “what was that for?”

“just for being you, babe.” eddie whispers before the couple continues to watch tv.

so, it seems like this story is a bit of a hit. yes, im gonna continue it! im not quitting anytime soon. i appreciate the love, everyone. and if you like any of my stories, maybe you could spread the message!

i really love writing. not just for others but myself as well. i love the love i receive from everyone. thank you thank you thank you for supporting me. rather you comment, like, or reblog, it’s such a huge honor.

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