#(just look at Pornister!)
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sleaze4sleaze · 1 month ago
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Got myself comfortable with my f/o and my transness in record time YAYYYYY
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izzabela · 5 months ago
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okay you guys need to stay with me before i lose my mind (thinking of making this a series, not entirely sure yet)
MDNI - audio porn?? sex descriptions, uhhhh suggestive???
assistant!reader lives in a posh, upscale apartment complex, and her neighbor is a burly man, who looks like a carpet stain compared to the pristine walls and floors of the building
it's odd- he always looks messy, tired, or something in between, yet he has the money to stay here
anyways, so reader hates her job because her boss is a dick, but the pay is good and allows her to fund her secret desire- audio porn
she found this one guy, a reddit account called "Ghost," who's actually a big-shot on Syrin and the other audio companies. she becomes one of his highest patrons and pays hella for exclusive content and audios and what-not
anyways, one night she comes home at an unGodly hour and guess what she hears...
"Such a good girl fo' me," a low rumble creeps through the walls. "Takin' all 'f me like a dumb slag- ya like this, don't you?"
and assistant!reader finally pieces it together- her favorite audio-pornist is her next door neighbor, but she can't flip shit just yet
it'll be her little secret. "my favorite audio porn star lives right next to me!" rings in her head like wedding bells- like a match made in heaven
discreetly, secretly, anything to keep her secret, she'll listen carefully to the squelching of Ghost's cock squeezing into his pocket pussy- the disgustingly delicious sounds of what she wishes were her. she'll drink up his pretty boy moans, or the low growls he emits from his mouth- all of this furthering her into a spiral of horny madness
little does pretty assistant!reader know that Ghost knows full and well that he's got his dumb bunny in his snare. he's fully aware that he's got a fan living right next to him, and he's not souring this moment until the time's right
his personal clock finally strikes midday on a random saturday. his bunny thinks she's alone in her personal woods, settling in her little nest as her squeaks and moans leave her while she plays with herself to his latest audio release- some hunter-prey roleplay about a bunny and a wolf
she tries to keep it in, but a bunny in heat can't help herself. so the muffled moans become soft whimpers and cracked cries of "more" and "yes yes yes" as she answers hypotheticals offered by her neighbor
finally, a knock is upon her door. as much as she wants (needs) to continue, she needs to put up face for whoever was knocking
opening the door, she's greeted by a wall of a man. looking up, it's the Ghost in front of her. in her head she's foaming at the mouth because he looks exactly like he describes himself to be: tall, veiny, muscular, thick and rugged
she plays it cool, "anything I can help you with, neighbor?"
he just cuts to the chase with her
"if ya wanted the real thing," he breathes incredibly low, "all ya had to do was ask, bunny."
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sleaze4sleaze · 2 years ago
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I did kinda base some of my Pornister lore on my real life. In my world history class in sophomore year the teacher would change the seating arrangement every month (hell) and for the first month we all got to choose our seats. I was sat with three guys by the door, one I knew from a class freshman year, one was a friend of a friend, and one I did not know, his name wassss… I’ll call him S. He was alright, he was a little annoying but he mostly only got on my nerves because he got on the other guys’ nerves and that affected me and yeah, so I don’t think my impression of him started strong but that’s on me really .
Eventually, the seating arrangement changed and I was sat somewhere else with different people. S would start talking to me randomly right before class would end. I don’t really remember how things progressed I just started to realize he wasn’t as annoying as he seemed, and he was pretty sweet just all over the place (I think he was high most the time to actually). Somehow I eventually ended up sitting across from him, I already did not pay attention in that class for so many reasons, he made it a little worse but I didn’t mind lol. He was adorable, he pet one of my realistic cat drawings + liked looking in my sketchbook. He had pretty eyes to, I think that was what kinda fucked me over mostly hahah, one of the only people I was comfortable keeping eye contact with. I also remember him being pretty tall maybe?
Obvs I had a little crush, I still miss him sometimes and hope he’s doing alright. He mentioned some struggles with mental health offhand once and I weirdly often find myself just hoping he’s in a good place .
Oh I got caught up telling the story… the Pornister lore is moreso, dude is considered annoying by the people around him including myself briefly, dude decides to try to talk to me often, I end up weirdly charmed, and we actually end up becoming friends. Yeah
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sleaze4sleaze · 3 years ago
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Sad pre-relationship Pornister thoughts for the night go!
Portman meeting Minister and thinking he’s pretty but nothing much more only to fall in love before they even become friends, before Minister gets to understand him, before Minister knows him as more than an annoyance, and it hurts Portman, haunts him. He’s spent so long with hook ups and flings and relationships so short and feeling almost bitter towards the idea of long term commitment, only to fall completely in love with a man who thinks him an annoyance, just as the others. Though his urge to be nasty and push Minister away to save himself more pain he tries one more time to prove himself, tries one more time to be better, nicer, whatever. It works. Minister actually looks him in the eye, actually smiles at him, greets him, laughs with him, and he’s over the moon. At this point Portman isn’t even worried about mutual feelings of affection he’s happy having another friend on the squad. Though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel that ache in his chest. When he sees that crooked smile, or those dark eyes sucking him in .
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