#I don't have enough focus for the sub so I got over myself and started watching the dub instead

[danikatze]

Guess what. I started rewatching Naruto :3

[willsimpforanyone]

Hey! Hope you’re having a good day, Can your please do a smutty dom/sub, dom Percy jackson x sub female Zeus!reader where it's an enemies to lovers but readers been being a brat and teasing the hell outa' Percy so he decides to "teach her a lesson" so he takes her to his cabin and they fuck and she has a thing for choking. . . ?

hi hello sorry for taking so long uni is hell and im so tired but apparently i cant focus on revising so im doing this instead ty for being so patient luv u

tis made clear they're both adults like literally i say they're adults is all good

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"What's the matter, Jackson?" I grinned as I landed a bullseye on the target and heard a grunt from next to me. "Not really your speed, it it?" My voice dripped with faux pity.

Percy's shot went wide and I laughed. He rolled his eyes and nocked another arrow. "How old are you? I thought we were adults, not fucking kids." He loosed the arrow and just barely struck the target.

I shrugged, following suit and doing better than he did, if not hitting where I was aiming. "Maybe, but you make it so easy to fuck with you, it's like you're into it." I winked at him.

This kind of banter was common- one of us would be better than the other at something, flaunt their skill unashamedly and piss each other off until one of us left or someone else came in to shut us up. It was a familiar routine; loathe I was to admit it, Percy was better than I was at a fair few things so when I got the upper hand, I relished it.

"Come on, Perce, just give in." I cocked my head to one side, looking up at him. "Sea Daddy didn't give you this skill and I'm up by 6 points, you can't beat me at this."

He barked a laugh. "Sea Daddy? I should strike you down where you stand."

I waited until he nocked his next arrow. About to shoot it, I stood on my tiptoes, as close to his ear as possible. "Is that a promise?"

Percy's arrow flew into the ground, a faint pink staining his cheeks. I backed off, cackling. "Aw, too far?"

He stood frozen for a second. I paused mentally. It wouldn't be the first time I flirted with him, teasing him like this was just one of the weapons in my arsenal- I always made sure not to do anything too bad, just enough to catch him off guard. Maybe today was just a bad day and I'd gone too far.

Instead, Percy lowered his bow to drop it on the ground, stepping over his quiver of arrows to move towards me. There was a wolfish grin on his lips. "Not close enough, princess."

My breath caught in my throat. That was a new one; nicknames were sometimes used, sure, to annoy the other but 'princess' was new. And effective, apparently.

Determined to stand my ground, I stayed still as Percy crossed the short distance between us. He was a good few inches taller than me. I caught myself looking into his eyes and tried to school my face into something resembling superiority.

He smelled really good.

"No retort? Nothing to say, hm?" Percy's tone was slightly condescending and I don't know if it was the proximity, the nickname or the fact that I suddenly realised I had this incredibly attractive man focusing all his attention on me, but I felt a little weak at the knees.

Now is not the time to be discovering kinks, dammit.

"I-I..." I sputtered. "...Princess?"

Smooth.

Percy grinned, tongue just sweeping over his lower lip. "If I knew a little pet name would shut you up, I'd have done this weeks ago."

Well. Shit. Guess I'm going all in, humiliation be damned.

"Kiss me."

Percy blinked. "...what?"

I twisted a hand in the front of his shirt. "You heard me, Jackson." That's right, I still have some words left. "You started this, what are you gonna do about it?"

There was no hesitation. Percy pressed closer to me and slammed his lips on mine, hands coming round my waist and fingers digging into my back. I inhaled sharply, instantly dizzy with the rush of arousal that flooded my system.

Time slowed for a moment, just enough so that all I knew was Percy, Percy and his lips and his hands and his heartbeat hammering against his ribcage.

We broke apart, panting slightly, eyes locked. I was the first to break.

"My place or yours?"

Percy growled something that might have been 'mine' and grabbed my hand, pulling me after him. I stumbled a few times but we made it to the Poseiden cabin; luckily there were very few people around, everyone either in their cabin or busy. No one to see me eagerly following Percy into his cabin and definitely no one to hear him push me up against the door and press his lips to mine again.

My fingers ran through his hair, his hands back on my hips pinning me against the wood. Damn, I forget how strong he is. I tried shifting my position slightly and he merely readjusted his grip, I couldn't even lift away from the door. The knowledge that he was using hardly any effort to keep me still sent a fresh wave of horniness through my brain and I fought to keep a whine from escaping my lungs.

Yeah, I know we fight and tease and try to annoy the fuck out of each other but holy Hades if this guy isn't gorgeous and currently all I can think about.

Percy tugged at my hair, pulling to expose my neck and licked a stripe up my skin. "You okay with this?"

I did my best to nod.

Immediately, he stepped back, letting go of me completely. "No, do better, princess, yes or no?"

Gorgeous and respectful of consent, the gods really put effort into making this one.

I swallowed, forcing my brain to make coherent words. "Yes, yes, I am very okay with this, get back here."

Percy smirked. "So demanding." He went to sit on his bunk, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head to the side. "If you want it, you have to come over here."

Bitch, thinks he's in control. He's right, but I didn't have to give in so easily. I steadied myself.

"Oh, you think I'm that easy? We'll see."

I kept my eyes on him, shrugging my jacket off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Kicking off my shoes was hardly sexy, but I kept going, getting a little closer to the bed. I thanked everything possible that I was wearing a dress, the soft material settling just below mid thigh. The shorts I wore under them were quickly gone, and I was left in a dress, underwear and a bra.

Percy's chest was rising a little heavier with each item of clothing I rid myself of and I knew just how to get a little of my power back. I moved to stand right in front of him and lifted the back of my dress. I winked and pulled my underwear off, one leg at a time, until they were pooled on the floor. To no one's surprise, there was a wet patch in the middle.

Percy groaned, hands fisting in the sheets. I stood in between his open legs, not touching but so, so close.

"Aw, you liked my little show, Jackson?" I giggled. "Gods, I bet you're desperate to see under here-" I played with the hem of my dress. "-am I right?"

In a flash, Percy stood, hefted me up and threw me on his bed. I bounced on my back, a breathless laugh punched out of me. Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and flipped up my dress.

"Such a fucking brat." Percy's voice was low and slightly gravelly, fingers pressing into the flesh of my legs. I squeaked at the sudden movements and the slight embarrassment of being exposed so abruptly.

"Maybe this will teach you a lesson." He dove in between my thighs, licking a stripe up my pussy, moaning at the taste. I choked as he ate me out with fervour, keeping my legs apart easily even as I fought to close them around his head.

Percy's face was soaked, tongue driving me insane as it swirled over my clit. Two of his fingers pushed inside me and I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from yelling. I felt him grin against me, not moving his fingers, just keeping them insider my pussy and laving his tongue over my folds.

"P-Percy, fuck-!" I reached down to grasp his hair in my hands.

He pressed a kiss to my clit, looking up at me with a smug smile on his face. "What is it, princess? A little needy?" I somehow felt myself get even wetter, and Percy noticed. "Oh, you like being called 'princess', hm? Cute, but you're gonna have to work for me to do anything else, baby."

I groaned in arousal and annoyance. "Wh-what do you want, b-bastard?"

Percy tutted, and withdrew his fingers. "Nope, c'mere." He stood and sat on the bed, reaching over and dragging me until I sat straddling his lap, bare pussy just touching his jeans. I clutched at his shoulders as he inserted his fingers into me again.

"Now, if you want to be fucked properly, you're going to fuck yourself on my fingers until you come and I'm not going to help, okay, princess?"

Oh, a cruel, cruel, insanely hot man. Damn my power, damn everything in me that wanted to push back at him, I wanted to come and an infuriating part of me wanted to please him. Fuck.

My cheeks were bright red, my dress covering the obscene sight of Percy's hand wet and his fingers inside my pussy, but slowly, slowly, I lifted myself a few inches and sat back down. Fuck, his fingers were so long. I repeated my action, a little stronger. A little faster, a little more, until I was riding his fingers and he was kissing me and despite his former promise he was pumping his hand and using his thumb to press circles into my clit.

I was so worked up it didn't take long for my orgasm to rip through me. I let out a choked sound and Percy used his other hand to press over my mouth to muffle my noises. "Fuck, you sound so pretty when you come, princess, but we gotta be quiet, okay?" My hips were still stuttering against his hand, but I nodded.

The flash of a thought shot through my orgasm-addled mind. I released one of Percy's shoulders and touched his hand across my mouth. Gently, I guided it to just rest on my neck, the weight at once comforting and dizzyingly arousing.

"This okay?"

He stared at my neck, at his hand reaching from one side to the other and very carefully he squeezed his fingers. My eyes rolled back in my head. "Shit, yes, very okay, princess." He gently withdrew his fingers from my pussy and brought them up to his mouth. He licked my come off his hand, groaning at the taste. "Fuck, that was so hot, you did so good, my good little princess, you want me to fuck you now?"

He was so deperate for me, it gave me a rush of power to have him like this even if I'd just ridden his hand because he asked.

"Yes, fuck, please fuck me, Percy."

He moved me off his lap like I was delicate, something he'd break if he wasn't careful, and stripped as quickly as possible. His cock slapped against his stomach and I felt my mouth water. Still a little shaky, I got up on my knees and pulled at his hips until he was facing me. I reached out and took his cock in my hand, licking at the tip.

Percy heaved a breath. "Oh, princess, as much as I'd love to have you suck me off, if I don't get inside you in the next minute I might actually combust."

I giggled. "Well, we wouldn't want that."

I watched him fish a condom out from the drawer by his bed and bit my lip as I watched him slide it on and jerk himself a few times. "Alright, baby, how do you wanna do this?"

Laying back against the pillows, I slipped off the straps of my dress. Percy got the message pretty quickly.

In a second, he was hovering over me, pulling the top of my dress down. He reached round to my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He bent his neck and nipped little red marks over my chest, licking over my pebbling nipples and I inhaled sharply. "I've been good, haven't I?"

Percy nodded. "So good for me."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Then fuck me like you hate me."

He smirked, reaching down a hand to guide his cock to push into me inch by inch. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

I barely had any time to adjust to him when he started pounding into me, hips pistoning and abs clenching. Moans worked their way between my lips despite my best efforts, unable to be silent at the delicious friction he ws giving me.

"So hard to be quiet, isn't it?" Percy panted into my ear. "Poor thing, let me help with that."

Not stopping his movements, he sat back on his heels, pulling my hips up to him and smoothing one hand down my body to rest heavy on my throat. My tits bounced as he thrusted hard into me, my hands clutching at the sheets, the pillows, his arm, the hand that promised to just slightly cut off bloodflow to my head.

My vision went slightly fuzzy, my head deliciously dizzy and all I could do was lie there and take it, take his cock hammering into my pussy and feel the build up of my second orgasm.

"Sh-shit, princess, you feel so fucking good, I'm gonna- I'm gonna come, fuck!" Percy hissed through his teeth. "Touch yourself for me, that's it, such a good girl, fuck."

I rubbed my clit harshly with as much focus as I could, feeling myself come from my toes, rolling up through my body and exploding in my lower stomach. Percy's lip was swollen and red from where he'd been biting it and I felt his hips stutter, flooding the condom as he came.

There was a minute of quiet, both of us recovering, breathing evening out. I squeezed my eyes shut against the overstimulation as Percy pulled out, shushing me gently. There was a moment where he removed the condom where I truly thought he was just going to leave and my heart squeezed painfully, but he returned almost immediately.

"Hey, sit up, baby, that's it." He helped me up to sit on his bed, summoning some water and pouring it in a cup he'd found. He handed it to me. "Drink at least half of that, please. I'm gonna get some new clothes, okay?" Pressing a kiss to my head, he wandered about the cabin gathering sweatpants and t-shirts for us.

Obediently, I swallowed almost all the water, waiting sleepily for him to offer me his clothes.

Percy slipped on some clothes, helping me stand and after getting my permission, slipped off my dress and helped me put on one of his camp t-shirts and a pair of warm sweatpants.

"Better?" He whispered, maintaining the soft atmosphere we'd managed to cultivate.

I nodded. "Mm, yeah, thank you."

He blushed, wrapping me in his arms. "No problem, princess."

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ty for requesting, i hope you liked!!

[cecilysobsessions]

STRIP THAT DOWN (m.) | gojo

↬ word count: 7k

↬ fem!reader, stripper!gojo, sub!gojo, inspiration comes from magic mike

↬ genre: fluff / smut

↬ summary: as the owner and operator of an all-male strip club, you cater to the women that prefer the pretty and feminine younger boys to give them lap dances. oddly enough, your most popular and most requested dancer is gojo satoru. he’s too muscular, too handsome, and entirely too annoying. and, of course, he doesn’t seem to be aware you find him irritating. 

↬ warnings: gojo wearing lingerie, gojo begging, gojo got a finger fetish, gojo getting spanked, anal (m. receiving but unfortunately no pegging 😔), gojo bent over a desk, typos but pretend you don’t see them

↬ a/n: this is for everyone that love men who whimper (myself) also i just turned 21! 🎉

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•••

“Your hands feel so soft,” he says more to himself than you. Then, “I wonder how they’d feel in my mouth.”

“What?” you stifle a laugh and smile.

“What?”

•••

As the owner and operator of an all-male strip club, it wasn’t exactly as fun as some might think. 

You were constantly stuck helping your dancers adjust their g-strings between sweaty ass cheeks, constantly sewing back up ripped underwear, constantly throwing out people who got a little too touchy, and more gross things you’d rather not think about. 

After being in the business yourself for several years, your boss had mentioned that you had an eye for running things, so you thought you’d give it a try yourself. You just didn’t think you’d end up running an all-male strip club. 

You’re not sure how it happened—and you’d rather not focus on that right now because one of your dancers is waving a bra in your face, his voice frantic and panicked.

“BOSS! Hello?! I need help!” he aggressively waves the garment in front of your eyes.

“Why are you going to wear a bra for tonight’s show?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Suguru doesn’t even have enough chest to fit in that size!” you heard a voice from across the room. You were currently helping your dancers with a show tonight, stressed because your name was being called in a different direction every five seconds.

It was Gojo.

The brattiest, most entitled, self-centered, good for nothing employee of yours. Good God, every time he spoke you grew irritated, even if he wasn’t talking to you. Although he annoyed you to death with his overly talkative and cocky personality, he was the best dancer here. 

Even though you catered to older women who preferred younger more feminine men, Gojo brought in the most money, brought more customers back, helped scout more dancers, and helped train the most. You hated to admit it, but he really was your most valuable employee. 

“Don't body shame Suguru,” you half-heartedly scolded Gojo, watching him as you helped Geto. 

Gojo was yanking up a pair of skinny jeans past his long legs, struggling to fit into them because his ass wasn’t exactly the flattest. Although skinny jeans might not be trendy right now, the long length and the plump curve of his ass suited it well. Somehow sensing your staring, Gojo turns to you, the corners of his mouth turning up into a sly smirk.

“What’re ya starin’ at?” he asks you with a seductive smile.

You gag. “Get pants that fit better next time.” 

“Oh? Maybe I should just wear no pants then.” he teases and you respond with a roll of your eyes.

After helping the rest of your dancers with their various costumes, you gathered them for a quick before-shift pep talk.

“Alright boys, before we start tonight I want to let you know that one of our regulars, Mina, will be here tonight. Does anybody want to explain who she is to the newbies?”

“She’s an old rich lady who’s picky and has a shit ton of annoying ass requests that’ll make you want to rip your hair out and quit.” Gojo quickly chimes in. 

Being the favorite of the club had its downsides. For private dances, Mina almost always exclusively chose Gojo. Although she tips him well, he always complains about her to you afterwards. Without fail. Every single time.

“And what kind of requests?” you ask Gojo so that he will explain to the newer boys.

“She’ll ask to touch a lot of things if you do a private dance for her. It’s up to you on what you’re comfortable with, but when we’re out on the floor, no one’s allowed to touch anything.” he explains.

Although Gojo himself could be annoying and a burden to deal with, he is good at what he does. Without him, your club would have shut down a long time ago.

“Alright, thank you, Gojo. Let’s have fun tonight, shake some ass and make some money!” you declare and your employees cheer with their fists up. 

When you go to open the doors, the line outside begins to pile in. Nodding to your bouncer in acknowledgement, you watch the club goers by the entrance as you keep an eye out for your regulars or anyone who seems new. As you greet the women walking in, you feel someone bump shoulders with yours. Looking to your side, you look up to see Gojo standing by you in a silk robe and cowboy hat.

“Hey, boss.”

“Shouldn't you be getting ready?”

“I am ready. I got a cowboy bit tonight. The ladies will love it.” he tips his hat at you, playfully winking.

“I’m sure they will.” you spot Mina walk in, watching her take her usual seat towards the front of the stage.

“Will you watch me tonight?”

“No. I’ve got work to do in my office.”

You see Gojo look down and pout in the side of your eye. He’s disappointed. Well, he can stay disappointed. It’s not like this is the only time you can see him dance. 

“But Mina is here. I’d feel more comfortable knowing you’re on the floor if she asks me for a dance. I don’t want her trying anything.”

“She won’t.”

“Still. Please?” Gojo’s eyes have a natural sparkle in them it’s hard to say no. The way he so effortlessly holds eye contact with you and begs you through his eyes pisses you off.

“We’ll see.”

••• 

If there was one thing you didn’t want, it was any of your dancers feeling uncomfortable in the presence of any of your customers. Pushing aside all the paperwork that was piled up, you made your way to the floor when it was Gojo’s time slot.

You snaked your way through the back of the crowd, your eyes and ears struggling to adjust to the moving colorful lights and the wild screams and cheers from the women in the audience. You lean against a wall, watching Gojo as he gracefully circles a chair on the stage, sitting on it to hump the air aggressively as he rocks his hips to the slow slutty song he’s chosen for tonight. He seems visibly tense, but you don’t know why. When you look closely, you realize his eyes are searching for someone, perhaps Mina. You watch him feel himself up, hands moving to unbutton his shirt before he rips it off and throws it into the crowd of women. 

His hands teasingly run over his nipples, squeezing his pecs as he teases his audience more by unbuckling his belt. He looks down at his belt before he takes it off, tossing that item into the audience too. His eyes look back up, continuing to look for someone.

Gojo makes eye contact with you. 

Then, a smile of relief.

From then on to the end of the dance, you watch him visibly relax and loosen up a bit more. He’s feeling himself and having more fun, and you’re glad that you came out to watch him like he asked you to.

•••

You’re sitting at the bar massaging your temples with your fingers, a lousy attempt to soothe your worsening headache. You swear under your breath, regretting that you didn’t take painkillers the moment you began to feel your headache. Thankfully, the lights were dimmed and all your dancers had gone home so it was just you as you finished up your final paperwork for the night. You felt absolutely miserable doing it, though. Tonight was just one of those nights.

“Rough night?” you heard the entrance door being unlocked as a shadowed figure stepped in. Walking into the dimmed light, you watched Gojo approach you, a canned drink in his hand.

“Thirsty?” he offers, opening the soda can and handing it to you as he sits next to you, his knee brushing against your leg. 

“I don’t even like soda,” your eyes linger on his leg that has brushed up against yours, ignoring the fact that he feels warm against you.

“Yeah, well, that’s the first thing I saw at the convenience store.” he chuckles obnoxiously, and you can’t help but continue to stare at his knee that is still brushed up against your leg. 

“I thought you left,” you decide to ignore the warmth you feel from his long legs as you focus on doing your paperwork. You just want to go home. “I saw you leave.”

“I know you want to go home,” he answers, propping his chin on his hand and watching you write something down. “So I came back to help. You seemed a little off tonight.”

“I was not.”

“Was it because I came in late? Were you wondering why I was late when I’m never late?”

“You were late?!” you didn’t even notice.

“You didn’t even notice,” Gojo pouts, one of his hands coming down to rest on the surface, near the paperwork you’re doing. You can’t help but stare at his long fingers, your eyes tracing the prominent veins on his hand. 

When you look up, his eyes are staring into yours through his sunglasses that sit crookedly on his nose. You don’t know if he was always sitting so close, but right now his face was leaning into yours, holding eye contact with you as his eyes gazed into yours. He blinks slowly, watching you for any sort of reaction to his stupid deep gaze.

“If you come in late again you’re fired.” you spit out in a panic and look back down to your paperwork. His stupid blue eyes were distracting you and you didn’t want him to know just how much it was affecting you. What was wrong with you?

He lights up, his smile reaching his eyes. He seems satisfied now that you’ve said something. “Yes, ma’am. Tell me what you need help with.”

“Just lock everything up.”

“That’s it?”

“And fix your glasses.”

“The crookedness adds to my sexiness. Anything else?”

“I don’t trust you to do anything else.”

“What about taking you home? Do you trust me doing that?” he playfully asks. 

“I can get home just fine.”

“It’s not safe. And besides, can’t I spend time with my favorite person?” he teases, a crooked smile tugging at his lips.

“You really won’t leave me alone, huh?”

“I really don’t want to.”

“Gojo,” you begin. You didn’t have the time or energy to banter with him.

“Call me by my first name.” he asks, a slight pout on his pretty lips.

“That’s weird.”

“But you call Suguru by his first name. Why not me?”

You’re surprised he noticed a small detail like that. “No. And Gojo?” you say as you stand, wondering if he’ll pout about it again.

“Yes?” he’s standing up now, his eyes peering down into yours as he looks at you from up above. He’s more than a full head taller than you, and the fact that he’s staring down at you with an air of arrogance and his stupid smirk makes you want to put him in his place.

There is a moment of tension that rises. It hangs thick in the air and feels dependent on you. On what you will do. On what you will say. You’re not sure what makes it too weird compared to the other late nights you spent with Gojo closing. 

Maybe it’s the dimmed lights or the late hours, but Gojo was looking at you with bedroom eyes so you forced yourself to look towards the door behind him. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” you start packing up your stuff. Now that Gojo is bothering you, you decide that you’ll just finish everything at home.

“Wait,” his hand lands on the top of yours, his thumb slightly caressing your knuckles to stop you from gathering your things.

“I wanted to thank you for tonight. For watching me. For… for being there for me.” his voice fades, and you know it’s because he's feeling shy and embarrassed. He’s docile and quiet, something he often does when he gets vulnerable with you. You find it quite adorable.

“You’re welcome.” you go to ruffle his hair, but as you’re about to pull your hand away, he catches it one more, moving it so that you’re caressing his cheek. It’s soft, sculpted.

You watch him stare at you in awe. If anybody walked in at this moment, they would think it’s loving and intimate. 

“I really thought you wouldn’t come out.” he confesses in a whisper, nuzzling against your palm as his eyes close in bliss. 

“Clearly you thought wrong.” you don’t make a move to pull away, and neither does he.

When his eyes open, they are droopy. Gojo smiles softly, guiding your knuckles to his mouth as he presses a gentle kiss to them. When you give him a small smile, he kisses your hand again, this time it’s your ring finger. He kisses the back of your hand, then turns your arm so that he can kiss the inside of your wrist. And finally, his soft lips make their way to caress your palm as he kisses your hand one last time.

You’re not surprised Gojo is being physically affectionate with you. After all, he’s physically affectionate with almost everyone at the club, so it’s not weird to see him kissing people’s cheeks and giving bear hugs to every person he sees. But what he’s doing right now… it’s oddly intimate. Something you thought he’d never do. Especially since he isn’t saying anything playful or flirty. He’s completely serious right now, eyes unwavering as he watches for your reaction.

“Clearly I did.” He may not be kissing your hand anymore, but he’s holding it in his and studying it; watching it as if it’s fascinating. His thumb smooths over your skin, rubbing it gently with love. You feel your heartbeat speed up all of a sudden, your cheeks hot with embarrassment. 

“Your hands feel so soft,” he says more to himself than you. Then, “I wonder how they’d feel in my mouth.”

“What?” you stifle a laugh and smile.

“What?”

•••

It was 10am. And Gojo was staring down at you, shades sitting on top of his nose, his eyes peeking out from underneath. You had given Gojo a spare key to your apartment in case of emergencies since he lives a little far from the club and you’re closer. He usually let you know in advance if he was coming over to crash at your place, and the times he did it was because it was too late and he was too tired to go to his own place. But today he decided not to and he knows you don’t get up until after noon so why the hell was he here now and what did he want?

“Get out.” you spat out, crankiness lacing your voice as you turned your body to the other side of the bed and covered your face with the blanket.

“It’s an emergency.”

“Call an ambulance.”

“But it’s a fashion emergencyyy,” he pleads, gently shaking your shoulder. “I forgot to buy lingerie for tonight’s show.”

Tonight was a Saturday night, which meant it was going to be busy. Lots of customers which meant lots of tips. On nights like these, Gojo always decided to dance to something more erotic, sexier than his usual dances. He had mentioned a couple nights ago that he wanted to try out lingerie for the weekend.

“Take Suguru. Leave me alone.” you shooed him away from under the covers.

“But you live closer to the mall. Pleaaaaase? I’ll buy you breakfast and your morning coffee.” he asked.

Your head peaked from beneath the blanket and you eyed his outfit. A black compression shirt and grey sweatpants. You looked away quickly, trying to ignore how well the shirt fit snug around his biceps and chest area, and how low his sweatpants hung on his hips you caught a glimpse of his v-line.

“Fine. But you come in early to help set up. Since you were late the other day.”

You tried to ignore the looks people were giving you at the mall, but you couldn’t help but notice how everyone’s stares lingered on Gojo, or how you saw women old enough to be your grandma giving googly eyes at Gojo everytime the two of you walked by. You knew he was attractive, so why did you feel a pang of jealousy anytime anyone stared at him in awe? 

Gojo just had to wear the tightest and smallest clothes he could find. The way his pecs were so clearly defined from his stupid compression shirt and how tightly snug it was and how if you looked closely enough and for long enough, you’d notice the slight bump of his nipples through the thin fabric. 

Not to mention his sweats. Fitted, but still loose. Fitted as in you could make out the shape of the curves of his ass as he walked, but loose around his hips that his sweatpants were barely hanging by a thread. It was distracting. Eyeing him again as he sifted through lingerie, you try to ignore the slight bulge through his pants. 

“—don’t you think?” Gojo asks, turning to you and holding up the thinnest, sluttiest lingerie you’ve ever seen. It was black and thin and lacy and delicate looking. Gojo would definitely rip it while dancing.

“Too thin,” you shook your head, pretending to ignore whatever he said because you were too busy checking him out.

Turns out he noticed you staring. “You don’t even know what I said.” he tilts his head to look at you. Eyeing you up and down.

“I know what you said. I’m just ignoring you.” you brushed him off, suddenly self conscious and walking to another section of the store and searching through the different sets of lingerie.

“You were too busy looking at my tits to hear anything I said.” Gojo follows you, smirking down at you with his usual stupid arrogance that pisses you off. 

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Jealous because they’re bigger than yours?” his eyes slightly moved down to your chest, before gazing back up into your eyes.

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Stop changing the subject. Here,” you picked up a bra and panty set that seemed more suitable for stripping. “You won’t rip this accidentally.” It was red and thicker and less lacy than the other set he picked up, but this one was definitely sexier and bolder. 

“I’ll try it on.”

You assumed people thought you and Gojo were shopping for you because unless you’re being dramatic, you definitely felt stares of jealousy from random people who walked by. And when Gojo asked an associate to try on his clothes—hangers of solely lingerie, you ignored the stares again. You were sitting outside the dressing room when you felt your phone ringing and saw that it was Gojo.

“Come in and help me.” he immediately said when you picked up.

“What? Why?”

“It’s—it’s a little stuck. I can't take it off. Shit’s way too tight.” he whispers through the phone.

“Why did you put it on in the first place if it was too small?” you lectured.

“I thought I could take it off! I didn’t think it’d be this hard. Help me.” you could hear the desperation and panic in his voice through the phone.

You rolled your eyes, hanging up the phone and walking up to the employee by the dressing rooms. 

“My friend needs help taking off their clothes. Mind if I go in?” she brushed you off with a wave and you walked into the dressing room area, trying to look near the floor to get a peek at which room Gojo was in.

“Gojo?” you whispered, hoping the other customers wouldn’t hear. 

You instantly saw his hand come from beneath the dressing door, waving you towards him. When he opened the door and let you in, your eyes took in the sight in front of him. 

He was right. The lingerie was way too tight around his body. The bra squished his chest together too tightly you saw a cleavage forming and it was for sure better than yours. Looking down at the panties had you staring at him in silence. It was too small you could see his dick slightly sticking out, his tip a soft pink.

“Stop staring and help me!” he stood there and whisper-yelled at you. His hands automatically covered his crotch and your eyes moved back up to his face. His face was flushed, almost looking like the afterglow after sex. His cheeks were a pretty pink and his eyes were looking everywhere but you. His eyebrows were furrowed in worry as he pleaded for your help.

“This is so embarrassing, please do something.”

You nodded, walking over to him and turning him around so his back was towards you and he was facing the mirror. You were going to start by trying to undo the bra clasp, but when you looked up, you saw Gojo watching you in the mirror. Ignoring him, you focused on the bra. Tugging at it, you finally got it open after fiddling with it and it snapped open immediately. Eyeing the marks it left on his back, your fingers lightly trace them in an attempt to soothe it.

“Turn around. Lemme see your front.” you demand, and he automatically turns to face you, his eyes watching your every move. 

Your fingers move slightly over the red irritated skin on his chest. Almost like you were under some spell, you traced the red lines, gently rubbing them to soothe it. Gojo’s chest heaves and he lets out a breath he unknowingly was holding. When you look up, his cheeks are red and his lips are parted and he’s looking at you like he’s begging you to kiss him. You didn’t realize you were standing too close to him in this cramped dressing room.

“Gojo?”

“Yes?” His voice is breathy and light and barely a whisper. You could feel your heartbeat beating in your ears and the silence is way too loud and the only thing you can hear are the other customers outside changing.

You lay your hand flat down on his chest above his heart, wanting to see if he was feeling just as nervous as you. And he was. His heartbeat was a panicked rush and he was looking at you like he was waiting for you to make a move.

“Am I making you nervous?” you ask, leaning up towards him, your lips just inches from his.

“Yes.” his Adam’s apple bobs up and down in his throat, and he looks at you, gaze focused on you and you only.

“Is that all?” you ask, wanting more from him. You could tell he was turned on; you didn’t need to look down at his crotch to confirm it. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing was abnormal and he was looking at you like he was begging you to fuck him with his eyes.

“You make me more than just nervous.” he admits. 

“Oh?” you waited, a silent beat hanging in the air.

“You make me hard too.” he confirmed, his voice a mere whisper. 

Just as you were about to lean into him to kiss him, you heard a loud knock at the changing room door. 

“Hey! We don’t allow more than one person in each stall!” the employee on the other side nagged.

“Oh, I’m just helping my friend take off their clothes!” you quickly step away from Gojo, turning around. 

“You can take off the underwear by yourself, right? Hurry up!”

•••

Gojo is avoiding you. 

Normally you’d be happy, relaxed, welcoming to that sort of behavior. But today it was weird. Ever since yesterday, he has been avoiding you like the plague. Even going so far as ignoring you completely when he walked in on time today and you tried to greet him. 

Gojo almost never avoids; actually it’s always the opposite. When he’s not busy, he’s following you around like a puppy and carrying out any order you bark at him. Cleaning the tables, sweeping the floor, whatever it was, he was happy to do it for you. Only today he hasn’t spoken a word to you. Hasn’t even glanced at you. 

So why did it bother you so much?

As you help set up the bar with Geto, your eyes follow Gojo’s movements as he moves across the floor, setting up the tables and chairs for tonight’s opening.

“Your eyes are drilling holes into him. Something happened between the two of you?” Geto asks by your side as you wipe a wine glass clean.

“He’s ignoring me.”

“That’s new. What’d he do?”

You think back to the last couple days. His lips on your hands. His soft, whispered tone as he stared into your eyes with those stupid bright blue ocean eyes of his. Then in the dressing room, how he became so obviously aroused by you just touching him slightly. How there was so much tension you would have fucked him right then and there if you weren’t interrupted.

“Who knows,” you shrugged it off, deciding to act like it wasn’t a big deal that Gojo was ignoring you. It totally wasn’t. Not at all. It wasn’t like you’ve been staring at him the moment he came in wondering why he won’t talk to you or anything like that. Not at all.

You’re not sure what happened tonight, but Mina stopped by to speak with you, concerned for Gojo.

“He wasn’t like his usual self tonight,” she told you. “It’s like his head was totally somewhere else. I didn’t even ask to touch his beautifully sculpted big rock hard cock like I usually do.”

“You didn’t need to tell me the last part, Mina.” you scrunch your nose in disgust at her words.

“I’m saying I’m worried. You should check up on the boy. Maybe you’re overworking him, eh?” she told you with a shake of her finger as she exited through the doors as the last customer.

You didn’t watch Gojo tonight and decided to stay in your office, so you wondered if that had anything to do with him not doing his best tonight. Wanting to find out, you started looking for Gojo throughout the establishment. The break room, the bathroom, the changing room, but he was nowhere to be found. Just when you walk back to your office to call him, you open the door to find him leaning against your desk, arms crossed across his chest.

“Who said you could come into my office?” you close the door, ignoring the fact that he’s leaning on your desk and wearing his stupid compression shirt and gray sweatpants. 

He ignores you, instead, choosing to follow you behind your desk and stare at you some more. “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Ignore me.”

“What? I’m ignoring you? Do you hear yourself? I tried to say hi to you when you walked in, and you pretended to not know I was there. You’re the one who’s been ignoring me.” you told him.

“You ignored me first.” he sighs in frustration, looking away with a pout on his pretty lips.

“Gojo, what’re you talking about?”

“Yesterday! In the dressing room. You almost kissed me. You know I wanted to kiss you too. Then after that, you just pretended like nothing happened. And I hate that you don’t call me Satoru.” he almost rolls his eyes, whining and complaining like a child.

Oh. So that’s what he was hurt about. He wasn’t wrong; you did kind of just brush off whatever happened in the dressing room and pretended like nothing happened. But that’s because you didn’t know how to deal with your feelings and you assumed he didn’t want you like that. 

You’re fucking stupid.

“I’m sorry,” you stand up quickly, moving so that you’re standing in front of him. His legs part slightly, letting you stand in his personal space as he manspreads all over your desk. 

“I just assumed you didn’t think much of it, and I didn’t want to look stupid if I made a move or said anything about it.” you confessed, watching him for his reaction.

“You do look stupid,” he jests, eyes lighting back up, empty of his worries and concerns. “I’ll forgive you if you call me Satoru. No more Gojo this, Gojo that. I want you to call me Satoru.”

You throw him a thankful smile. “Mina was worried about you. She told me today before she left. Said you weren’t doing your best.”

“Mina can go kick the bucket.” 

You gasp and hit him jokingly. “Hey! She practically pays your rent!”

He wrinkles his nose in annoyance. “I got a bigger size for the lingerie. It got me my best tips ever.”

“Even though you were out of it tonight?”

“Yeah…” he says quietly, taking a moment to think to himself. “But I think I ripped it.”

“You should just buy a new one then. Don’t sew it up.”

“Hmm. I think you can sew it. At least take a look at it.” 

When you reluctantly agree, Gojo spreads his legs a little further, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you further into him. Your eyes automatically move down to his crotch as he presses you against it, the outline of his hardened dick against your legs. He swiftly takes off his shirt, the red bra sitting against his chest. 

“You’re staring.” he observes aloud.

“No, I’m not.” you reply, your eyes trained on his hardened nipples that are practically peeking out through the lacy thin bra.

When you finally manage to tear your eyes away from his body and actually inspect the bra, you see that it’s actually in perfect condition and not ripped at all.

Then you realize what Gojo is doing. 

“You idiot! You didn’t rip your stupid bra! You just wanted an excuse to take off your clothes.” you finally look up at his eyes with a glare. His stupid ocean eyes stare down at you arrogantly, a playful smirk painted on his pretty face as he sticks his tongue out at you.

“You’re totally right. I lied to you. How mean of me to lie directly to your face, huh?” he tells you sarcastically.

You raise an eyebrow at his sarcasm. Where was he going with this?

“I suppose I might need to be punished for that.” he says, his voice bored and waiting.

You take a moment to think about what he’s asking from you. It was obvious enough he wanted you the way you wanted him; his hardened cock was throbbing against your leg and his hips began to slightly move against your body, a subtle desperation for any sort of friction.

But what exactly did he want? Did he want you to suck him off, or bend you over the desk and fuck you? Gojo didn’t seem like the type to want to do that though; from his interactions with you, he was definitely one for harsh punishments that caused pain. Masochistic little bitch.

While you’re busy thinking, your eyes stay on his lips, perfectly soft and begging to be kissed. So you lean in, pressing a warm and pleasant kiss to his lips. Gojo almost immediately gives into your warmth, leaning in closer to you, his hands wrapping around your waist. He exhales a shaky breath against your cheek, kissing you back gently. When you pull back and look at him, he raises an eyebrow.

“That didn’t feel like a punishment.”

“What kind of punishment were you thinking of?” you ask, because you weren’t about to waste your time guessing.

“Oh, I don’t know… perhaps a couple of spanks might suffice. And maybe while I’m bent over your desk.” he wonders aloud to himself.

You laugh out loud. He’s definitely thought this scenario through. Without replying verbally, you grab Gojo by the front of his bra, aggressively yanking him towards you as you greet him with a kiss. This time it’s not as soft or gentle as the first one. You’re more aggressive this time, biting down on his bottom lip and licking the inside of his mouth. He moans into your mouth, his legs wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him. His moans are dripping with desire, so desperate for more as he kisses you harder, overly excited and clumsy. 

“Pants off. Now.” you breathe into the kiss and pull away for a second. 

But Gojo is still kissing you. Your cheek, the side of your mouth; any part of your skin he can reach with his mouth. His hands are shakily tugging at his jeans, impatiently trying to yank them down. His legs leave your waist and you yank him off the desk, roughly turning him around and bending him over your desk. Pushing your things aside, you finish stripping him of his pants and they pool at his ankles.

You look down at him, taking the sight of him in. The back of his neck is flushed red, one of his bra straps is falling down his shoulder, and his curved ass cheeks are rubbing against your legs, hungry for some sort of stimulation. He’s wearing a thong, the string between his ass cheeks thin and so easy to rip off. 

Your hand caresses his ass, soothing his skin before you slap him lightly, curious as to how much he can take.

“Nghh,” he whimpers lowly. “Hit me harder.” he demands, arching his back and sticking his ass further up the air for you.

Cautiously, you smack his ass harder than the first time, and you watch his pale skin turn a bright red. 

“More.”

You give in to Gojo’s demands once more, leaning over his back and smacking his ass. You lean close to his face as he lets out a high pitched whine. 

“Quit telling me what to do, Satoru.” you harshly whisper in his ear, and he moans in return, excited to hear you call him by his first name for the first time. He rubs his ass against you again, whines of pleasure escaping his lips.

“Hnghh, spank me harder, please.” he asks you.

“You could beg a little more if you’re that needy.” you tell him with a slap to his ass, listening to the sweet sounds of his whines.

“Nghh, p-please… please…” 

“Please what? What would you like me to do to you, Satoru?” you emphasize his name, enjoying his whimper of pleasure every time his name escapes your lips.

“I want more… more than your hands on my ass.” he’s quiet, almost shy and too embarrassed to admit what he really desires.

“What would that be, hm?” your hands place on his waist, your fingers rubbing in circles on his soft skin as you whisper into his ear. “Is it just more spanking you want? Or do you want me to fuck you?”

“Mmm, God, y-yes please. Please, please fuck me. I’m so hard and horny, please let me come.” he begs you, his voice high and whiny and desperate.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” your fingers make their way between his ass, ghosting over his hole as you kiss the back of his neck, sucking hard on his skin to mark him. 

“Hnghh,” he whimpers, unable to reply.

“Answer me.” you demand, smacking his ass once more.

“F-fuck, ahh… your fingers. I-I want them in my ass. Stretch me out and fuck me until I cum, please.” Gojo finally voices, a breath of relief leaving his chest. “There’s lube in your left drawer.” he tells you, out of breath and impatiently waiting.

“Did you put that there without telling me?” you ask, taking it out from your desk. 

“Yes, I’ve been waiting for this exact moment for months.”

“What a slut you are,” you laugh, yanking down his panties and pouring the cold liquid between his ass. He moans as you lean over him again, your finger rubbing at his entrance. “How long have you been wanting me to fuck you?”

“Mmm, since I started working for you.” 

You didn’t realize Gojo had a thing for you for that long. He’s one of the OG employees that have been with you since you opened the club a couple years back. You thought it was odd he never dated much, but it turns out it was because he was too busy pining over you to consider anyone else.

While you’re distracted thinking about how long Gojo has wanted you, his voice draws your attention back to his body.

“C-Can you touch my… me, please.” he asks shyly.

“Where?”

“My cock, please.”

You smile, glad he was clearly asking for what he wanted from you. You reach down to grab his dick, stroking it firmly as your other hand works on his ass. His tip is already wet with pre-cum, and his hips are thrusting in your hand as he moans with every stroke from you.

“You’re dripping wet,” you tell him. “Ready to cum already?”

“Haaaah, I want to cum from your fingers. I bet they’re gonna feel so good inside me.” he says. Then, “you can put one finger in. I’m ready.”

You happily oblige, slowly and steadily entering his hole with one finger, and he immediately tightens around you. Your lips stay on his neck, peppering him with small kisses to aid him through the process.

“Good job, Satoru. You’re taking it so well.”

“Haaah, I love it when you call me by my name.” he tightens around you after he hears you using his name, his hardened cock throbbing in your hand as you loosen him up. 

You slowly work him open, kissing and sucking and licking his skin as he shudders and moans beneath you. But your walls are thin and Gojo is too loud. His moans are growing louder the more you fuck him with your fingers, and you’re getting worried someone might somehow hear even though it’s after hours. 

“You’re too loud.” you tell him, roughly shoving your fingers into him as a small punishment. 

You should’ve known he was going to enjoy it.

“Unghh,” he whimpers, louder than his other moans. His back arches once more, shoving his ass into your fingers and clenching around you, desperate for more. “C-can’t help it. Feels too good.” he moans out. 

Your other hand leaves his front, covering his mouth with your palm. He moans as you continue fucking him, your office dead silent besides his moaning and the sound of your fingers fucking him. You feel his tongue against your hand, licking his leftover pre-cum off your hand. 

“Filthy slut,” you tell him, and he tightens around you in response, sticking his tongue out so you can shove your fingers in his throat. 

His mouth is warm and his tongue wraps around your digits, taking them into his mouth and sucking. His eyebrows draw together and he closes his eyes in pleasure, trembling with pleasure. He’s practically fucking himself on your fingers, hips moving on their own as he chases his high. You finger him roughly, leaning down to leave hickeys on his neck as he continues to thrust into you and suck and moan on your fingers. He practically screams in pleasure when you take him over the edge, his hips stuttering as he spurts on your floor. He breathes heavily against you as you rub his ass, your other hand leaving his mouth. 

“Good?” you ask after a couple minutes of letting him catch his breath.

“Call me by my first name.”

“Satoru?” you ask and he stands back up and turns around to look at you.

You laugh at the sight of him: pants pooled at his ankles, hair tousled and sticking to his forehead with sweat, and cheeks red, and his bra barely hanging on.

“Why are you laughing at me,” he pouts, pulling his sweats back up in embarrassment. 

“I didn’t know you liked being fucked like that.” you point out, wiping your hands. 

“Well, I am a filthy slut.” he winks, his hands coming up to your shoulders and guiding you to sit in your office chair. “My turn.”

“Clean your jizz up first.” you nod towards the spot on the floor where he finished. 

His cheeks flush. “After I eat you out.”

•••

a/n: yall i was too lazy to write the second smut scene so use your imagination 😂 i’m too excited to write my enemies to lovers zuko story so stay tuned! (btw i totally named this fic after that one song by liam payne lmao)

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[faghubby]

MY ADVENTURE

I stood back against the wall and watched as my crush Jen, was stripped naked and set on a table. I was unable to look away as I saw Zack get on the table and push her head down he mounted her from behind slamming his big dick into her pussy. As no less then 15 guys watched. Another guy I think his name was John pulled out his cock and presented to her she quickly wrapped her mouth around it sucking it down her throat. I was rock hard as I watched the scene. I must of been sub consciously rubbing myself thru my jeans. When I noticed the guy next to me look down and smile. He pulled out his cock and stroked it. He watched me not the show going on. I tried not to look over at him but I couldn't help it. He side stepped closer to me. There where guys in front of us but they all straining to get a view of the show. This guy next to me let go of his cock and just let it bob out in front of him. As he looked at me. He reached over and took my hand. I went to pull away but didn't, instead I let him guide me to his cock. I held his cock in my hand. I stepped closer almost completely in front of him to shield what I was doing. I slowly stroked his cock.

It was all so unreal, the scene before me, this guy, I had never touched another guy's cock. Nor ever even thought about it. Yet here I was stroking him in a room full of other guys. I felt his hands on my hips and caress my ass. As I slowly gave him a hand job. Even reaching back to cup his balls. I had lost focus on Jen, looking up again I realized. Zach had been replaced by someone else. They where all planning on having a go. I thought about how many guys she could handle all while I stroked this guys cock. The more excited I got the more effort into stroking him. He was soon breathing heavy into my ear as he pressed against me, his hand now firmly dropping my ass. He came I moved my hand to catch it to avoid getting all over the guy in front of me. The guy bit my ear lightly then put his cock away and snuck out of the crowded room. I left as well not sure what to do with a hand full of cum. The line for the bathroom was long. I slipped outside and into the dark. I was so excited about what I had seen and done. I snuck behind a shed. I dropped my pants and used the cum to jerk off. I came very quick. Only then did I start to realize what I had done.

Was I gay, why did I just give a guy a handjob, but even worse used his sperm to jerk off. I found a hose and washed my hands. Went back inside and started drinking. The sex show seemed to be winding down. Jen must of had enough. I finished my drink and found her half asleep on the table. Some jerks having laughs sticking things inside her. I covered her and carried her out to my car. I laid her in the backseat. Then drove her home.

"Jen your home" I told her waking her.

"Paulie? Do you want me? I know you always had a thing for me" she cooed rapping her arms and legs around me as I tried to help her out of the car. "It's okay you can take me" she said kissing me. I thought about how many cocks she had sucked tonight as she did. But didn't pull away. Instead I helped her stand. Jen then stood and stepped back.

"Don't judge me Paulie, not you. I know I am a slut. I just love cock" she told me. She then reached into my jeans and stroked my hard again cock. She went to do pull it out when I came all over her hand. She just smiled pulled out her hand and licked my cum off of it. She then said goodnight and went inside her house. I just went home.

The next morning I found Jen's cum soaked panties in the backseat of my car. Along with a big crusty cum stain that must of leaked out of her. As the thoughts and images of what I had done and witnessed last night got me excited again. I had the biggest hardon of my life as I scubbed the cum out of my seat. How many different men was it? I pictured myself licking my own hand like Jen had after the mystery guy and cum in it. Unable to contain myself I took Jen's dirty panties into the bathroom and used them to jerk off. More covered in dried cum then Jen was not lost on me. I let that night go after that. Just a collage experience right.

It was several weeks later, when I found myself at yet another party. I saw Jen for the first time since that night. She was nomlonger in any of my classes. She was hanging on some guys arm. I looked around for some friends I was supposed to meet here but didn't see them. When I found myself on the fire escape getting some air.

"Want a hit?" A voice said from behind me.

"No thanks" I said before I even turned around to see that guy I had given a handjob to. I blushed and wanted to sneak away.

"What's the rush?" He asked half blocking my way. He didn't stop me just stood there. His hand cupped my face turning my head so I looked him in the eye. Then he kissed me. I was frozen as his tounge parted my lips and danced in my mouth I melted into his strong arms. As I smelled his aftershave I snapped out of it and pulled away.

"It's okay" he assured me.

"I'm not gay" I told him.

"I don't think that's completely true" he told me. "I think you may be curious" he told me. I suddenly felt someone press up behind me, small I smelled her perfume as her hands slid under my shirt and across my stomach she teased my nipples. As she did this man leaned in and kissed me again.

"This is my wife, Linda" he told me. Her hands roamed over my body as this man held me close. "I am Eric" he told me. I felt Linda unbuckle Eric's pants. I looked down to see her pull out his cock. I looked around panicked there where people just below us. If someone looked up.

"Eric told me how much you liked his big cock" Linda said as her hands now undid my pants her hands sliding against my ass instead. I was sandwiched between them. They both teased and excited me. No one told me to do anything, I just reached down and stroked Eric's cock again. As I did they undressed me. I was naked on the fire escape. As this couple caressed and kissed my body. It was easy to notice that they ignored my throbbing penis bobbing in the warm summer night air. Linda turned me and kissed me now. I released Eric's cock and massaged her tits.

"Jen tells me you like to cum quickly in your pants" Linda told me. Touching my penis for the first time. I just moaned. I felt Eric's hand part my ass cheeks and his fingers dance across my hole.

"I want you to suck my husband's cock" Linda told me. "If you do you can have me however you like" she continued.

"Can we go somewhere more private" I moaned. But Eric just pushed me against the wall. I grabbed his cock again with both hands and slid downto myknees. I was in the corner maybe more hidden. I want sure about this but just licked his cock. Then let any inabitions go and started to kiss and suck his cock like girls had done to me over the years. Linda didn't go anywhere she knelt down with me she continued to tease and massage me all over.

It took awhile till Eric started to tense.

"Take it swallow it" Linda told me. As Eric started to cum Linda stroked me fast. I came immediately after all the teasing. I came as this man filled my mouth with his sperm. I tried to swallow but gagged. Linda kissed me catching the cum I spilled then fed it back to me, I was now very ashamed. Naked on my knees in front of this man. Eric pulled up his pants and left us. As Linda comforted me.

"It's okay, if you liked it. It's even okay if you didnt" she assured me. She helped me get dressed. Then walked thru the party on my arm. Like I was some kind of stud. We met Eric on the front porch he was speaking to Jen.

"You two know each other?" Eric said but already knowing the answer. He then took Jen's arm and led her to his car as Linda his wife went to mine. Once in the car Linda once again was all hands.

"Do you have somewhere we can go?" She asked. I didn't I lived in the dorms and had a room mate.

"No" I told her disappointed

"That's okay" and gave me directions to her house. As we walked in Jen was there completely naked and bent over a table in the living room. As Eric pushed a massive dildo into her ass. Jen cried out but didn't move. Linda let me stand there and watch for a moment. Before guiding me upstairs.

"So you and Eric have an open relationship" I said trying to gain some sort of control of what was going on.

"You can say that" Linda told me as she stripped naked. She crawled into bed with me.

"What do you want? Wait think then answer. I am not asking if you like to fuck me. I am asking what you like to be" Linda told me biting my nipples.

"You can have me, then go on with your life. You could have Eric, or even both of us. And experience ppleasure you never thought possible. You could even have Jen, you like her don't you? Or you can be like her, become a total slut like Jen. Learn to serve. Be dominated, it's what you are deep down. You know that already don't you?" Linda told me. I just laid there as she stripped me and caressed me. Her fingers slid between my ass cheeks.

"Up" she said with a little smack and I moved giving her clearer access. She took it applied lube and worked her fingers inside me. I was soon moaning, she had me role over and with my ass in the air worked something much bigger into my ass. I wimpered as my ass stretched but made no motion to stop her.

"Usually I have to strap little sissy bitches down for this" Linda laughed. And was soon working whatever it was in and out of my ass.

"Eric's going to love fucking this tight ass of yours" she told me. As she said that the door opened and Jen walked in. I wanted to stop. I didn't want Jen to see me like this. But Jen climbed on the bed and spread her legs infront of me.

"Eric filled her up, you liked Eric's seed suck her cunt clean" Linda ordered me as she shoved the toy in harder and deeper. I did as she said during my face in jen's cum filled pussy. As Linda increased the assault on my ass. I finished cleaning Jen. And Linda had Jen stroke me off. It only took seconds. Jen fed me my own cum from her hand. Only when I had cleaned it all did Linda remove the toy from my ass.

I collapsed and was asleep in minutes. I don't know how long I was asleep but I was woken by Jen. She laid next to me she was rubbing something against my already sore asshole. As soon as she saw I was awake she pushed it in.

"This is a plug you can wear it for hours, it will help train your ass" she told me. I felt it suddenly slid in and set.

"Eric wants to push you, says you already except who you are" Jen told me. "Don't worry I will be here as well" suddenly the door opened and in walked. Wait I know him. What is his name. I tried to cover myself. He walked over and pulled out his cock.

"Go ahead suck his cock" Jen told me. She guided me to the floor and then to my knees. She stayed with me giving me tips and tricks to sucking cock. As I sucked this guy I couldn't remember his name cock dry. I swallowed every drop of his seed. I was proud of myself when I finished. The guy just pulled up his pants and left.

"You better get dressed" Jen said and left. I found my clothes and got dressed. I wasn't sure what to do with the plug so I left it in. I came downstairs. And ran into Linda.

"All set?" She smiled. I just nodded. "I sent you some sites to check out. You should read the articles. We will be in touch" Linda gave me a hug her hand grabbed my ass.

"Oh" I squealed in a high pitch. Linda just giggled. I headed back to my dorm. I took a long hot shower. After removing the plug. I had never felt so satisfied in my life. I can't say I enjoyed sucking not one but two guys off. But as I thought about it I got an erection. Maybe Linda was right maybe I was bi. I thought. I went about my routine of classes and study groups. It was a few days before I had anytime to check out the links Linda had sent. At first I couldn't believe what she had sent me. All about femme boys and crossdressing but I did as she had suggested and read the articles. They went into depth about different types of submissive behavior. And that everyone had thier own take on it. From transgender to straight guys that liked to watch thier wives get fucked. The more I read the more I tried to see where I fit.

I kept going back to Eric. He was my comment, my master, my daddy? Is that what I wanted. Being with Jen and Linda was fun but more like a game. Eric made me feel desired. Days went by and I found myself wearing the plug as I read more and dove deeper into this world I barely knew existed. By the time Eric called it had been nearly two weeks. I got an erection just when I saw it was him.

"Paulie, how are you?" He asked sweetly.

"Very good" I said maybe a bit more excited then I had hoped to sound.

"Good, I like you to come over to the house Friday. In the afternoon" he told me. He didn't ask it was very much more like telling me to.

"Absolutely" again over eager.

"Good, come as soon as your classes are over, oh and I hope you look pretty for me" Eric said and hung up. What did he mean look pretty. Did he want me to dress up. Like a sissy I had been reading about. I had no woman's clothes nor did I feel a desire to do so.

Later that night as I laid in my bed I kept thinking of what Eric had said. It was late but I got out of bed grabbed my shower stuff and the plug and headed to the bathroom. I was alone in the bathroom. I shoved the plug in my ass. It fit quite easy now. I had worn it at least an hour everyday for the last few days. I started with my chest I dint know why but I shaved the hair around my nipples and the thin line that ran down to my belly button. The more I did the more excited I became at one point I pressed my ass hard against the cold tile wall so the plug felt just right as I shaved my legs. It took awhile and I did cut myself a few times. But I was pretty sure I had gotten it all. I felt pretty as I danced back to my room. I accidentally woke my roommate, Mark.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He said annoyed. He turned on the light. He looked me up and down.

"What? Did you shave your legs? He asked. Rubbing his eyes he stopped me before I could grab some more clothes. Having only a towel wrapped around my waist.

"Shit you shaved your pits too" he laughed.

"It is true isn't it, when Brian told me you sucked his dick two weeks ago I thought he was crazy" Mark said. Brian that was that guy's name and that's how I knew him he was a friend of Mark.

"Well?" Mark said.

"Yeah, I guess I did suck Brian's cock" I mumbled. Mark just pulled back his covers. And yanked off his boxers.

"Well now you owe me one for waking me up" he told me. I was nervous this was going to far. Way to many people knew.

"Okay but you can't tell anyone" I said.

"Yeah like I am going to tell people how I let my roommate suck my cock" he laughed. I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. I rocked back onnmy heel so it would work the plug as I did. Mark wasn't very big probably avrage I thought. Still about an inch longer then my 4 and 1/2inched. Mark had a serious girl back home and i had never known him to cheat on her. He came fast probably because it had been months since he had seen her. I swallowed everydrop. Mark didn't say a word just curled back uo and fell asleep naked.

The next day was Friday I couldn't wait it was 2 pm when i arrived at Eric and Linda's. Linda answered the door.

"Strip" she told me before she would let me in. I turned beet red but stripped right on thier front porch.

"Eric is going to love this smooth skin" Linda said running her hands all over me. Linda led me straight to the garage.

"Did you read about enemas and being clean?" Linda asked.

"yes" I said my voice shaking. I had also read how uncomfortable they could be.

"Arms up" Linda said and attached my wrists to a set of restraints then pulled a rope so my arms where stretched over my head. My feet just barely set flat on the ground. Linda left me there she returned a few minutes later carring a bladder bag. She hung it on a hook nearby and lubed the tube before inserting in my ass. She turned it on and I felt the warm liquid flow into my bowels. She left me again. It took a few minutes for the bag to empty I felt cramping before she returned. She released the rope. And allowed me to use the bathroom right off the garage. When I was done she repeated the steps. This time I held the liquid even longer. I was begging her to let me down.

"Okay but when you return you will stand on your tip toes" I agreed. When I returned I stood onnmy tip toes as she tightened the rope.

"Now Eric is going to make you a true sissy tonight. You want that don't you?" Linda told me. I just nodded with tears in my eyes.

"You read about chastity cages?" Linda said as she produced one. She held a bag of ice to my testicle as she fitted me with it. I didn't see it until it was attached. It was small. Pink plastic device. With a small padlock. Linda left me again. My legs cramped from being on my toes before she returned. She knelt and had me lift my foot one at a time. The soft fabric slid over me. I realized they where panties.

Linda left me again this time even turning off the lights. I don't know how much time passed. But my legs where burning. When I heard the door open again. The lights still off I felt hands on me. Rougher hands then Linda's. Was this Eric?

"Beg me to fuck you" Eric said softly in my ear.

"Yes" I moaned

"Beg" he said louder smacking my ass.

"Yes, please take me" I pleaded. He smacked me again

"Daddy please make me your sissy" I said loudly. Eric laughed. He released the rope. I fell to the floor. Eric easily lifted me up. And pushed me over a bench. He wasted no time driving his cock balls deep in my ass. I cried as he forced me to take it all. I felt pleasure and pain. My brain was a fog of sensations. I pushed back wanting more. Eric was a machine. Fucking me he suddenly pulled out and shot his load across my back. He then led me into the house. We walked in on Linda naked on the couch with Jen also naked with her head buried between. Her thighs. Eric sat down on the couch and pulled me down as well. I sat on the floor between his legs. I looked up at him then leaned in and took his soft cock in my mouth. He quickly stiffened.

"You're going to be such a good slut just like your friend Jen" Eric told me as he played with my hair. "Would you like that, imagine you pulling a train at our next party" Eric told me. I never stopped sucking his cock.

"You think so" I heard Linda say. As I felt her sit next to Eric. They just cuddled as I sucked Eric until he cam in my mouth.

"I fell your adventure may just be getting started" Linda told me. As I stayed between Eric's legs resting my tired head on his thigh as the watched a movie.

[thataromanticbisexual]

I have an arcane 'hot take'

I wish they ended season two off at the end of act 2—now stay with please just stay with me for a moment!!

just so you know this is a really long rant so i'm sorry in advance, spoilerss ahead ofc!

main focus characters mentioned + timebomb—

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Most of us know (at least i think everyone knows) that arcane was originally supposed to be a five season show, i repeat a five season show. And i really fucking wish they kept it this way, or at least made it a season longer than it ended up being. But don't get me wrong, i'm happy (and maybe a little heartbroken) with the ending we got. I just wish they didn't condense it down into the two seaon show.

In all honesty, It felt a tiny bit rushed. And yes, maybe that was our fault for making so many theories, but either way, they introduced so SO many new themes, for non league players (like myself) an episode or half on magic on it's own, and don't get me started on the new characters. There wasn't enough time to explore all of their backstories, or their motives in only nine episodes. We needed more time, i'm sure we can all agree on that, right? Do you get what i mean?

To get a better idea of what I mean next I’ve provided visual representation, oh yeah

Personally think this would’ve been a pretty good ending for the season. The cliffhanger would leave fans pissed but it would do numbers.

So instead of cramming all of the seasons plots + sub plots into those three acts, they could extend it and explore those points in more detail and depth. We'd be able to develop a much better understanding of those plots.

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An example of the extended plots i'd like to make clear is Maddie. She was iffy from the start. Sure she was cute and seemed sweet and all, but there was something off about her. And then we learn that she was actually working under Ambessa's wing, fuck we've already missed so much.

Why was she working for Ambessa? Why was she smiling like a bitch when she was abt to shoot Cait? Did she have ulterior motives outside of being a pawn in Ambessa's game? There's other points that i can't think of right now, but there's missing infomation. There is holes.

Then there's Enforcer Vi, Act 2 Caitlyn and Vi. Their arcs in the story were watered down DRASTICALLY. In a simple summary, we witnessed vi become an enforcer, the caitvi get together and divorce in the same episode. Then we saw the start and the end of Caitlyn's dictator arc from the 6 month timeskip in like under 20 minutes of screentime. And we also got 2 lousy minutes of pit fighter Vi from said timeskip. There was major external and internal struggle for the both of them during this time in their lives and it impacted them a shit tonne in different ways, and it was basically was skipped over like it was nothing. These experiences alone impacted their mental health heavily. We could’ve gotten so much more from this!! Be so fucking for real.

And then there's Jinx and Isha. We got flashbacks during Act 2 Ep6, but thats the thing, they were just flashbacks. We didn't get to experience the whole thing. We see this huge change in Jinx after the time skip, and it was all because she had Isha to ground her. And we see nothing of this. The character development was pivotal, and we missed it.

Same slightly goes for Ep9. Jinx lost Isha, and she's about to kill herself. Then Ekko steps in and saves the day. Next time we fucking see them they're in different outfits, they've got paint and doodles on each other, AND they've teamed up? Ugh! Again we've missed so much. And to top it all off, it was confirmed that they scrapped at least 30 minutes of timebomb footage between?? God damn.

All of these points could have been explored deeper if only we had more time. More of Maddie’s story, more of pit fighter Vi, more of dictator Cait, more of Jinx, Isha, Ekko.

Sometimes these things can’t be helped but it would’ve been so nice.

Got opinions? If you do I’d actually love to hear more theories from you people. I love to see your thoughts and stand points.

(and i also just want to point out that theres a FUCKING petition to relase the extended cut of the caitvi sesbian lex scene, which is so crazy and insane... anyway heres the link if you want it)

[sweet-demiboi]

Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader (smut)

Warnings: Eddie is your bestie, steddie is a thing, Billy is still a bit of a newbie, you basically fight in sports class lol and fuck afterwards, top!dom!reader and definetly sub!bottom!Billy (he's a bit bitchy at first), hair pulling is mentioned, also m!reader's dick is in his ass, m!reader grabs Billy at the neck like once (not really choking though), many hickeys on Billy, unprotected sex (don't be stupid irl, this is just fiction), also kinda shower sex (also don't be stupid that way irl, if you slip it could end not very well), this can be read by poc Ig, but probably not asexual people or trans guys, sorry :/ (I do have other fics for you on my masterlist though, just read the warnings :)), also this is not proofread (yet) - Enjoy!

No Fem!Readers, please!

Your last lesson of the day was PE. It was okay, you were even good at it. Basketball was one of your favorite school sports although you had decided not to play on the school's team.

The guys there were more than a bit toxic and you really preferred your friendships with Eddie Munson and his group. They were a lot more relaxed and actually quite funny. They didn't like sports.

So, you weren't surprised as to find that Eddie wanted to skip this class again. But as soon as he told you that he would be going on a date with Steve Harrington (who was also skipping), you were all over the place. Excited and happy for him, plus you forced him to meet you afterwards and tell everything.

But now you would have to face the new student alone - Billy Hargrove, the guy who had risen to the top of the popularity scale over night. Not even Steve had done that.

Anyway, you came back from your world of thoughts and tried to focus on the game instead, which was starting right now. The only thing you had noticed was that it was basketball and you would have to play against Billy Hargrove.

God, have mercy. He was on the shirtless team. His body basically had you drooling all over the floor. How could a highschooler manage to be this pumped? You decided not to question it.

His body was about everything that was nice about Billy in this particular class, because he played in a way that made you so damn angry.

He was all grins and chuckles when he got the ball past you, blocked you with his whole body and its weight, would jump up so highly that you couldn't land a single shot and he was provoking you all the time.

"(Y/L/N), huh? They told me you were good at this, and thought to myself: that's nice, finally something that won't be boring around here. Seems like I was wrong"

"Would you just shut up and play?"

"'course"

Then he ran beside you, the ball in his hands. He winked. It was making you furious.

You felt your level of anger rise, your blood boil a little more with every ball he took away from you, with every grin, every comment, and every provocation.

Until you were playing just like him. You would dodge, block him, make comments, and were always visibly annoyed while doing so. Billy seemed as if he was enjoying to see those reactions from you, because he wasn't stopping but played a little harder, laughed a little louder, and smiled a little wider.

The tension between you two was building as well. It got kind of hot, and not because of the temperature, it was rather all the looks you shared, when your bodies pressed against each other or when your breath hit each other's skin.

Then Billy pushed you in hope to get you down, which you did. The adrenaline though gave you enough energy to roll over, get up again, snatch the ball away from him and score.

Now he wasn't as amused as before, which made you grin this time.

"Took your mouth too full, Hargrove?"

"You wish"

At this point you were able to identify the tension as clearly sexual, at least it was for you. Of course, Billy was hot, but also this way he was behaving and playing did something to you. But maybe you were just overinterpreting the whole situation.

At the end of this class you were littered in bruises and scratches. Your teacher wanted to talk to you and Billy as well. He didn't seem quite so happy about how you had played.

"When I said I wanted a fair game, this wasn't what I meant!", he looked furious at both of you "Next time, I want to see none of what happened today! Did you understand that?"

"Yes, coatch", both of you mumbled

"Good! Now apologise to each other!"

You looked Billy in the eyes, which were a nice ocean blue color, and shook his hand "Sorry", you heard a sorry for you as well, but you didn't really care. Teachers should know that their students weren't as serious as they might thought they were in such moments.

When you got back to the changing rooms you were the only one's left behind. You didn't talk, just stripped wordless and got under the shower streams.

When you had your head under water Billy started to talk "Did you really think you were better than me?"

You sighed, not wanting to answer, but you could feel the tension from before bubbling up again. As well as your annoyance. It was the end of the school day after all, you were already exhausted - PE had given you the rest, paired with Billy's rather aggressive way of playing.

"Did you think you could win that game?"

He was really close to you, under the shower right next to your own. You could feel goosebumps spreading over your back, of which you hoped he didn't notice.

Billy let out a low chuckle "Well, (Y/L/N), you will be met by reality-"

You didn't let him finish, but pushed him against the wall, pressing your lips on his, hands already on his waist.

You could feel him getting turned on immediately - he kissed you back roughly, opened his legs, and put his hands in your hair. Also he was moaning into your mouth like a whore.

You let your hands roam his body, his chest, waist, shoulders, back, every bit of skin you could reach. When you started massaging his cock, Billy broke the kiss, and moaned against your neck.

"God, just fuck me already", he demanded.

You grinned at him, at which he just grunted "Don't try tellin' me you didn't notice that tension"

"Oh, I won't", your lips were on his as quickly as your fingers were inside him. He was tensed and thight, but also really warm and already wet from shwoering. After a few minutes you decided that he was ready to take all of you, so you pushed your own dick inside of him.

Billy's moan at that was long and stretched, you slammed your hand against his mouth "Do you want the coach to hear us?", he only looked at you with a lazy gaze and it was clear that he was in another world right now.

You started to rock your hips until you had a steady rhythm. God, he felt so good around you, mentally you were on cloud nine. His skin was so hot against your own and all his moans and whines sounded as if you were doing a really good job.

Except for his comments - he was provocating you again:

"Can't do it harder, (Y/L/N), huh?"

"Wow, I didn't know a guy can go this slow"

"You wanna finish me off, or what is this?"

Something inside you snapped. You gripped him roughly getting Billy to groan, and then fucked him as hard as you could. He had been too bitchy for you to be nice to him. But honestly, you didn't think Billy minded the current circumstances that much considering how loudly he was moaning in pleasure.

He was so submissive right now, you had never seen him like that before, but you absolutely loved it. Hot skin against yours, hair to grip with your hand, an arched back and a boy moaning like a bitch, cockdrunk because of you. What more could you want?

"P-please", he whimpered.

"Please what?", your voice, surprisingly, even to you, was firm and your words clear to understand even though your mind was clouded with lust just as much as Billy's.

"Please, let me come", he sounded so whiny, you almost chuckled.

"No."

And then you let yourself get lost in pleasure, coming inside him, which was what you had wanted all along. This made the whole session much more enjoyable for Billy as well, (he secretly loved it when he could get a top to come inside him, but don't tell him I spilled that).

Now, all he wanted was his own release. His dick almost ached from all the arousal he felt, it was already leaking so much precum. But Billy wouldn't touch it for the life of him. He wanted to be good for you.

"Aw, poor boy", you grabbed his neck, pulling his back into your chest "You wanna come so bad?"

"Y-yes"

"Then beg."

Fine. Then, Billy supposed, he would do that. He really was at your mercy right now, even though he hated it (but not really).

"Please, (Y/N), I wanna come so bad, please let me come"

"God, you're sexy when you beg." - Source for this sentence: TikTok

You were kissing his neck, sucking bright red hickeys into his skin and you could feel and hear how much Billy loved that. He leaned his head to the side, giving you more skin to work with, he moaned, and pushed your head with one hand in your hair.

Slowly, you started to turn him around, his back against the tiles of the locker room's showers to give him more hickeys, this time wandering from his neck to his collar bones, chest and stomach until you were sucking at his hipbone, Billy's moans had gotten weak. Some tears were running over his cheeks from all the stimulation and pleasure.

"I'll make you come.", you said, kneeling before him already.

"God, fuck- yes, please", Billy pressed the back of his hand against his lips when you started to smirk "Good boy" He was, to no surprise, such a slut for praise, you figured when his blue eyes landed on yours in an instant. With your smirk only growing you started to suck on his pink, swollen tip.

At this point, Billy was only capable of groaning, but his hand found its way into your hair, when he came down your throat, a silent plea for you to swallow, which you did. He kind of earned it.

When you got back up again, you grabbed him and you rinsed off together. Billy was still in a headspace, in which he was glad about anything kissing-related, so you guys were basically making out under the water. It was a very nice finish to the rather rough fucking from before, which you both enjoyed.

You dried off and put clothes back on wordlessly, but not missing each other's tired smiles. You shouldered your backpack when Billy got over to the mirror to fix his hair.

He groaned "You're so dead, (Y/L/N)."

There were hickeys EVERYWHERE, on his neck, trailing their way under his shirt and due to Billy never buttoning it up, one could see that they even went under his pants.

You just chuckled, coming up behind him, and pressed your body against his back, closing your arms around his middle. Your eyes met his in the mirror.

"But you look so pretty like this", your hand caressed a bit of the red skin "Now, nobody's gonna snatch you away from me, hun"

You kissed his cheek and got out of the locker room, leaving Billy there. You were already excited to how he would show up tomorrow and how this would continue. You were almost certain that Hargrove wouldn't leave it at that.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Sorry if u have already answered this or this isn’t really ur blog focus but how do u structure and come up with ideas for such good and lengthy analysis?

Do u read and see the shows contents multiple times? Or interact with other fans/ fandom?

And once u have an idea how do u go about it?

— from a small niche fandom blog

I'm honored that you think my stuff is good! As for how I come up with it, well, I'll answer as best I can, but I don't know how useful it will be? If you wanna ask something more specific, feel free!

Most of my posts are responses to asks, so my general process is to read the ask, think about it as I go about my life, and then write a response once I feel like I have my thoughts in order. Then I add the post to my queue so I can reread it at least once before it actually posts to catch any errors and make sure it reads coherently. I usually find the time to do that, though not always.

The posts that aren't asks are just me talking about random things that I can't stop thinking about, so I need to scream into the void to get my brain to move on. Those ideas come from random thoughts, a trend I notice in fanfic, comments/reblogs in my asks, and a whole host of other places. I've got one post in my queue right now that I'm pretty sure was spawned by my latest rewatch of The Good Place, but I can't be sure about that. I don't try to look for post topics, they just come to me.

I don't watch the show over and over. Not really my thing. I've seen all of Miraculous seasons 1 to 3 once and I've seen most of seasons 4 and 5 twice (once subbed, once dubbed). Origins and Oblivio are the only exceptions. They're my favorite episodes, so I think I watched them a few times back before season four aired and my feeling toward the show started to really sour. When I'm pulling quotes, I just rely on my memory and the fan wiki, which has transcripts for all of the English episodes, allowing me to fact check myself. I occasionally pull up a specific episode to check the visuals in a given scene, but that's really rare and I only do it because I have access to the streaming version. If my SO ever cancels Disney+, then I'll be script only.

I read other fan analysis if it crosses my dash, but I don't go looking for it or follow any super active blogs. While I think there are others with valuable input out there, I already spend enough time thinking about Miraculous for my own blog, so I try to focus my energy in other spaces when I'm not managing said blog. I don't like to endlessly scroll on Tumblr and only follow blogs that don't post much to keep from feeling overwhelmed or sucked in.

I started talking about Miraculous on here because I found it genuinely fascinating how badly it was written. I think you could teach an entire class on basic writing principles using Miraculous as a case study because there are so many things it does wrong and failure really is a fantastic teacher. But the analysis I do for Miraculous isn't a skill that's unique to Miraculous. What you see on this blog is my default state. This is just how my brain works. How I engage with the majority of media. When I finish watching or reading something that I didn't like, I want to understand why I didn't like it and how it could be shaped into something I would like.

It's a honed skill. I've been obsessed with story telling since I was a little kid and my parents sort of accidentally started training me on analysis at a young age. Add in years of voracious reading and several excellent English teachers and I'm able to run this blog without too much mental effort. Talking and thinking about writing are legitimately fun for me. This stuff is my "I'm too drained to write" hobby.

None of this makes me some arbiter of quality or means that I understand every point of view about what makes a story good. All it means is that I know enough about writing to be able to clearly articulate why I like or dislike the way a story was told.

I guess that's the one piece of advice I can give. When you find something that bugs you, really think about why. Was it just a matter of taste or is there something more? Does it seem like the flaw is an intentional writing choice or not? Why? What changes could you make to fix the flaw? Can you make those changes without completely rewriting the story? Those are the kinds of fixes I look for first. There are certainly cases where massive change is needed, but looking for small changes will really hone that analytical ability to improve your writing as it forces you to focus on the fine details of the way stories work.

[ellequarius]

Hey Elle…I’ve been having some trouble, I’ve become frustrated with these issues and I need some help.

My first problem is robotic affirming, I’ve robotic affirmed all day every day for at least a month now, I’ve played subliminals and affirmation tapes consistently for hours a day for at least a month now, and I see everyone say “just affirm and persist” well let me tell you I’ve been doing that, every single time I wavered I brought myself back and flipped thoughts. I even felt calm and told myself that I’m gonna wake up in the void and it still hasn’t happened, I know I sound pathetic and I’ve manifested things so easily in seconds or minutes or even days just by saying affirmations a couple times and visualizing and living in the end but I do it with the void and nothing comes, I’m not the type of person to have negative thoughts, I don’t really ever doubt what I’m manifest won’t come even now as I’m typing this I’m not doubting that I’m going to wake up in the void but I’m just so frustrated, I’ve lived in the end for weeks and nothing so I don’t know what to do. It went to the point I was saying my affirmation so much that i would just automatically start saying it in my head with even intentioning to but still nothing, I don’t even think I’ve just been there just not aware I just don’t know anymore.

The second thing is subliminals, I’ve listened to so many void subliminals and I think I started listening to the ones I listen to every day at least a month ago as I said, but there’s subliminals I’ve just added because I wanted that thing like a early package subliminals and that came so quick but not the void ones, I added a beauty subliminal and a hair subliminal and I’ve gotten results from both but none of the void ones. I used void subs and affirmation tapes over night and still nothing, I’ve been being positive and pushing away negative thoughts by not giving them the time of day or flipping them but still nothing, I’m so tired of nothing, I’m so tired of manifesting other stuff in minutes and then doing the exact same thing for the void and it doesn’t work, this is so tiring.

The third thing is hypnosis and my neck, so I had begun to listen to this hypothesis for a sleep trigger being put in my mind, the first two times I tried it I liked it and it worked well I didn’t know if the sleep trigger thing was working but I was relaxed when listening to the video so I decided that if reprogram my mind along with it so I go to do it today, and I’ve always had a problem with my neck, it’s like whenever i lay on my back to do meditations or what ever it will start feeling weird, it’s like the feeling of there’s something around it and the first two times I’d didn’t feel it much but what made me break down today was that it was overwhelmingly clear and I just couldn’t continue the hypnosis, so I don’t know what to do because when I tried it on my side I didn’t feel the affect nearly as much as on my back. So I don’t know what to do.

My final things are that I don’t know what to do anymore, I feel lost now because I keep getting angel numbers like 444, 888, 999, 222, 333, 777, and 111 but I don’t know what to do. I’m feeling lost and need help, is there any advice you have for me?

Hello!

I know exactly what this feels like, feeling like nothing you do works and wondering why you haven't gotten results yet. I notice that you primarily focus on the void state, however when you mentioned listening to anything other than void subliminals you got results.

My advice is to take a break from manifesting in general, it doesn't have to be too long, just enough that you feel ready to manifest your desires. While you're on break don't focus on anything related to loa, just take some time to enjoy life and just be happy for the little things.

When you're done with you're break immediately start working on your self concept. This helps tremendously with manifesting and the void. Keep on affirming + persisting + visualizing, etc... after self concept. You can do self concept for a few days or just do everything at once it doesn't really matter what order. Yes there might be some things that happen in your 3d that bother you but don't pay too much attention too it. Remind yourself that you can change your 3d with no issue. Listen to Edward Art + dream life subliminals on youtube, and remind yourself that you DESERVE your desires and nothing can stop you from getting them.

Since I know you focused on entering the void state and I can tell this stressed you out a lot when you didn't enter I would recommend trying to manifest your dream life using law of assumption instead. You can still wake up with your desires using that instead. There are many success stories of people doing this on @loasuccessarchive if you need the motivation! I might also be dropping a guide on how to manifest your dream life using LOA soon if you just wanna follow along with that too.

[kbirbpods]

and, we're live!

Time for my 2023 stats round up.

First, let's look at the number of hours/minutes per month, shall we?

All of that account for 59 hours & 11 minutes of podfic. Now, comparing to last year, when I had just shy of 31 hours, that looks pretty good. Remember, last year I started in August so I almost doubled it.

We do notice a dip in March & April, which tend to be busy months in the education world. The spike in May is due to Voiceteam. June-August are a bit odd - you'd think a teacher on break would have more time to create. But I had some life stuff hit and it really destroyed my brain.

So, here's my first 2024 Resolution:

Remember how happy podfic makes you & don't let your depression win.

Now, moving on to the breakdowns and fun stuff, shall we?

Here are my top 5 fandoms, authors, ratings, and genres! I also have them in bar chart form and pie chart form, which I'll put below the cut. You'll see a slight difference in the author category -- I didn't include myself or Flowerparrish and my podcast in that as those weren't authors.

Of course, what is podficcing without making covers you love? Here are my favorite covers I made for my own podfics! I have a migraine so please excuse the fact that the images don't line up, vision is blurry:

Now, let's move on to my stats image from above. I used the same format as last year but since I made over 100 more podfic than last year, each microphone now equals five podfics.

As you can see, I participated in a lot of events! I believe I made the most audio for Voiceteam 2022 (as evidenced by my hours/month graph). This was my first year doing Voiceteam and I had a blast. I also got to do Podtogether & Summer Swap for the first time. It was my 2nd year doing ITPE. And then so much more.

My top kudosed collaborative project was "A Fair Compromise" with @wanderingjedihistorian for 212th Appreciation week. My top kudosed solo project was "A Game of Guess Who With Big Blue" by TheWitchBoy. The longest podfic I made was also with @wanderingjedihistorian and was my podfic of our Codywan Big Bang project! My shortest was a Locked Tomb podfic at 57 seconds called Realization.

My first podfic of 2023 was Hot Cocoa by Melime, a "The Batman" podfic. In the middle was Dissipate by SunsetsOverLA for Waxer*Boil month. And the last posted thing was for @fandomtrumpshate, for my top bidder - an Obi-Wan/Jango soulmates AU.

Now, on to 2024! My resolutions are:

To continue working on current WIPs I'm bringing into 2024 - some of which I've already tied up only 5 days into the year

To podfic even when my brain is being a gremlin, because podfic makes me happy and I should be able to focus on that!

To be brave enough to post the first "Soft Wars" podfic and finally tackle the series (kind of the same as resolution #1)

Not to sign up for Big Bangs -- I love them dearly but they actually caused a lot of my burnout this year and I didn't love that. As much as I love collabs, I think I'll stick to Podtogether, multivoices with friends, and gift exchanges this year!

Close the gaps -- aka, as much as I love Clone Wars, I want to focus on all things I love, instead of overbearingly focusing in on one.

Going into 2024, I am going to start tracking what music I use in my podfics, because I was curious about it / @flowerparrish inspired me. I also found a way to track overall Star Wars and then Star Wars broken down into sub fandoms - that should neaten up my "top 5" category a bit.

Happy New Year, all!

And, as mentioned above, screenshots of my actual graphs & tables, for interest sake!

[animasolaoriginal]

A little blog update!

It's been over two months of me consistently posting chapters for my little Western slow burn romance adventure story INNOCENCE LOST, something I wrote up over the course of two weeks, very excessively as I do things, and now I am close to the point where the chapters become less and less, and I have to be honest:

Writing a plot heavy story in the way I write stuff (without much outline or concept or planning, really) isn't always the easiest thing to do. Especially with my cluttered mind. BUT DON'T WORRY! I will not abandon this story, Ben and Nebbia are still very present in my head. And there are still two very long chapters waiting to be shared, and I have started writing more, it just takes me a little more time now, BECAUSE my focus has shifted a little.

The slow burn got to me (ironic because at this point in the story of Ben and Nebbia things are finally developing more into the smut tag) - and my dirty little mind needed another outlet.

And that's how INFATUATED came to be.

Somewhat of a modern AU of INNOCENCE LOST, it picks up on some themes and quotes and circumstances (age gap, size difference, etc.), but is very, very different, very dark and twisted, and very smut heavy - I really needed to get out all the filth I couldn't put into my somewhat innocent love story.

And as I do, I wrote up the first ten chapters in one go, letting it all out, and I may have mentioned I wanted to finish it before I post anything, but to be honest here, I need the feedback, it's a lonely thing to just write and then vomit release it all at once.

I put out a little teaser yesterday, disguised as another Smut Drabble, and tonight (probably 9pm CEST) I will publish the first chapter of INFATUATED on this blog. I am a little nervous, to be honest, because that story does go a little over the top with its dark themes (the main ones being dubcon and Dom/sub dynamics).

But I also gotta admit that I had/have a lot of fun writing a completely fucked-up character, to explore those depths is really interesting to me. And I hope you may also find an interest in it.

Like INNOCENCE LOST, I'm telling this story from both the male and the female character's perspective, but unlike my OC heavy story, these characters do not have names or detailed backstories or even specific physical features. I want to keep them ambiguous and vague, so anyone can interpret them however they want, imagine them however they like.

INFATUATED is about the connection of two people, a girl's sexual awakening, a journey into submission and obsession, pushing the limits of what "love" can make you do. It's dark and smutty, but also somewhat fluffy at times. I do like to keep a "healthy" balance. As rough as it can get, there is always some aftercare. There has to be.

So, as of today, I will post a new chapter every Monday (and a new INNOCENCE LOST chapter every Friday), until I burn out and vanish (just kidding, I need the structure to force myself into keeping it up and I will! Don't worry!)

Also I will reblog some slightly different inspiration posts soon, fitting the vibe of the new story (nothing too explicit, I do like to keep my pfp and my blog >_>), adding to the cowboy and cute couple vibes. You can always check out my TAGS in the pinned post if you like to filter some.

Alright, enough yapping for now. I am excited to share yet another story with you and I hope you'll enjoy it too! Thanks for reading! See you tonight!

[13beachesxx]

gucci bloom, one day you will be mine. flora too ofc but i've wanted that bitch bloom since she dropped. maybe a loftier dream would be becoming a gucci girl and then i'll be on the billboards next to hari nef and dakota. lol a bitch can dream

i truly do not know how to be patient with the process. in anything. give a bitch the tiniest shred of her mental health, sanity, and peace back and she's running a mile a minute. she's saying "i'm ready for my close up mr. demille" and wondering when her first official photo shoot will be. like hold the fuck up bitch.

on that note, while i'm making small movements toward my career goals, i think it's important not to do too much in that arena just yet. i'm still shifting and changing daily. focusing this year wholly on improving myself, my health, my mind, my strength will do me best. that way i can go into 2024 with thoughts of how to progress, achieve, score, win big, etc etc.

my motto for the second half of 2023 and also 2024 is "just keep on hustling." i think it was that, anyway, i had it in mind this morning but didn't write it down and now maybe i forgot. but that's close enough.

if i had a sub-normal life in 2022, i've been taking steps in 2023 to return it to normal, but i'm not content to just stop at normal, and never have been. i've always wanted the extraordinary even when it felt literally impossible. I just don't feel like it's so impossible now and the thought of the gap between me and It doesn't feel like it's completely out of reach in this lifetime. it feels quite possible now. which is another miraculous side effect of recovery i never expected.

it's so nice having friends all over the world. it's sad because you go years and years without seeing or hearing about them, but you just know there's somebody in this world whose arms you can run into and they'll hug you back so tight and it'll be like time never parted the two of you. i had this thought in the morning on the bus about amay specifically, but then i started thinking about all my friends, too many to name but just to name a few, sara, claudia, melissa, nandita, ayala, rin, and yes, even that guy.

when i thought about that guy i felt sad for 0.0025 seconds at the new developments i learned but even those were so surprisingly easy to turn into happiness, to turn into feeling happy for the happy couple. this technique has a 60-40 success rate for me currently but generally, if i try hard enough, i can focus all my feelings into happy feelings for the people i have ever felt envious towards. i just say that this is their path to walk in life, not mine, and it makes me feel better. the right frame of mind will do you wonders.

comparison kills, comparison is the thief of joy, etc etc BUT. while i will never be able to get rid of comparison, i can adjust how i feel about the thing. add a dash of insane beliefs that those things didn't come to me because something even crazier, even more amazing and better is coming to me, and somehow it works. when i truly believe it, it works wonders.

i was watching the GQ 10 things in my bag for sydney sweeney last night and one of her things was the perfume armani my way. i was like pfft this is just sly ad placement because she's currently an armani girl and of that perfume in specific. but i got a tester and sprayed it on me today and oh my it really does smell nice. my mom and sister didn't like it but i liked it a lot, i was like well damn, if she and i were up for a part at the same time, she would get it and i wouldn't because she smells like this. smelling good is so important. looking good is important too, but smelling good is ~everything.

i think i shall buy testers while i'm still a broke bitch of all the perfumes i want. honestly how genius of me.

[whatitshouldvebeen]

All Johnny Slaughter voice lines below, I transcribed them for my fic lol

Struggle:

Well look at this! Somebody's ready to fight!

This is gonna end very badly for you!

Yeah-haha! Oh, that's it! Hit me!

Exit interaction;

I'll gut every single one of y'all!

Nobody leaves until I say so.

Ain't nobody leaving just yet!

Nobody's leaving alive, y'all not fast enough, good try though.

Feeding grandpa;

It always tastes best when its fresh, don't it?

That's right, drink up, old man.

If grandpa was able, this would be over by now.

Finding victim;

Ahha! It's play time!

Hahaha, I always find em!

Well! Look who we got here!

Hit enemy;

Oh! Now I got ya!

Yeah! Take it, take it!

Its better if you die quick, trust me!

This'd be simpler if you'd sit still!

Yeah! You're gonna be leaking after that hit!

Idle;

Nobody escapes me.

Dammit johnny, get your head straight! Come on now!

I gotta fix this, now.

To cook;

I'd watch that tongue of yours old man, it might go missing one day.

I thought you knew how to run this household!

This is a mess! Dammit old man, put those ears to use already! Where are they?!

How the hell did they get loose? I can't fix this by myself old man, stop barking orders at me, you ain't gonna like the results!

To hitchhiker;

You're one shifty sommabitch, I give ya that.

How do you make those traps a yours anyway?

Would you settle the hell down already? You're scattering all over the damn place, we gotta focus!

Grandpa is gonna tan our hides if we let them get away, spread out!

To leatherface;

That's it boy, go kill someone now. Go on! Put that saw to use big boy, whatta you waiting on!

If I were you, I'd go and check out grandpa, we're gonna need his help, let's go now boy!

Grandpa ain't gonna be too pleased if you let them escape!

Just get out of my way, boy. I'll show ya how real killings done.

To Sissy;

Are you gonna help me out or just stand there looking pretty?

Before you go running off with those backwoods hippies again can you PLEASE find these damn kids?

Sissy what the hell are you waiting on? Get to it!

Sissy? Are you even listening to me? What's going on in that head of yours?

Lose enemy;

Damn!

Aww are you leavin' so soon?

It's alright, big boy is gonna be wearing your face soon enough, after I'm done with you, that is.

You know, I was actually kinda fond of that girl, I didn't really wanna hurt her. But as they say, family first, you know?

You ever watch someone die? You ain't never quite the same after that, lemme tell ya.

You can run all you want, it ain't gonna matter much longer.

Lose enemy sub;

You're all gurgle and no guts! I thought you were tougher than that!

I'm gonna find you! I will, I promise!

You wanna know how your friend died? I can show you!

Listen now, every bodies time comes eventually!

The bad man's in me, and you're gonna meet him real soon!

Lose enemy long;

Your little friend put up a better fight than this.

Come on, make it interesting, will ya?

They always try to hide, its always the saaaame game.

You folks don't know who you're messin' with! Nobody gets away from me.

You're just delaying the inevitable, ya hear me?!

Come on out now, let's play! I got plenty of space in the cold room for ya!

Match start;

Seems they got some fight in them after all. I knew I shoulda handled them myself.

Sees blood trail;

Ohhh this is gonna be easy.

Hey, you okay? You seem to have lost a bit of blood!

Now, let's see where you scurried off to.

You know, bleedin' like that ain't gonna help your cause!

Don't bleed out on me yet! I need you awake!

Sees enemy first;

Don't worry, I like it when they run.

Don't run! I just wanna see how it feels!

There you are.

You kinda remind me of your little friend.

Sees enemy sub;

This is pointless, you know? Quit stallin'.

I'm gonna see your insides before this night's through!

Oh you ain't getting away, I'm keeping you.

Come on back, now. Got something I wanna show you.

You ready to meet the bad man?

Sees victim escape;.

Maybe I can still catch em? Yeah, down by the tracks!

Use ability;

Time to play.

Now, where did you go?

I'll find you, don't you worry 'bout that.

Go ahead and hide, it ain't gonna matter.

Where'd y'all run off to?

Find someone;

They always leave a trail. Always so careless!

This is too easy.

I'm on your tail now!

You ain't getting away, I'm keeping you!

Execute;

You're gonna look real nice next to that friend of yours!

That's it, die for me!

This is only gonna hurt for a minute!

Anyone have all of Johnny Slaughter/Sawyer's voice lines transcribed or in a video from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre game? I'm having trouble finding them to include them in my fic

[hardstraykidshours]

Can I make a request?👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Y/N wakes up from a wet dream needy af but Minho isn’t next to her (he’s in the bathroom or something) and she nearly starts crying from frustration before he comes back. Make it absolute filth thank you

anon. anon please have mercy on me. i am mere mortal. this idea had my head spinningggggggggg wowowwowowwow! wet dreams about minho???? wowie zowie.

i hope you like it - i've never written anything quite like this before so i hope i did your wonderful idea justice with the level of filth requested.

❤️ courtney & abbie

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pairing: minho x afab!reader

genre: smut smut smut, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 2.0k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, wet dream, dom!minho, sub!reader, masturbation (f), sex toys, choking, teasing, praise, pet names, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

you wake up with heavy breath, a sheen of sweat covering your skin as your eyes quickly blink awake. you stir and feel the noticeable wetness between your legs. needless to say you had a pretty intense sex dream about minho last night. your mind was still reeling at all of the things you imagined, the things he's done to you, the things you need him to do to you. you rub your thighs together to relieve the ache in your core.

as you turn over to glance at minho's side of the bed, you realize he isn't there. that's when you notice the dim glow of the bathroom light shining under the bathroom door as the water to the shower turns on. minho has a really busy day ahead of him, so even though you crave him desperately right now, you know he needs to head to work early, and you don't want to distract him. but the feeling between your legs is proving more and more difficult to ignore.

'well it's nothing I can't take care of myself I guess, i've got some time while he's in the shower anyways,' you think to yourself as you pull your panties down to allow yourself access.

dipping your hand underneath the blankets, you rub your fingers through your dripping folds. you honestly shock yourself with how wet your are, that dream about minho worked you up more than you thought. you throw your head back slightly as you lightly graze over your clit. you reach into the nightstand and pull out your vibrator, clicking it on before gently pushing it inside your aching pussy. you're careful to not moan too loudly so minho won't hear. you usually only masturbate when minho isn't home because if you're both needy, you just have sex, so there was something a little embarrassing about doing so while he's in the other room, which is why you're careful to not cause too much of a ruckus.

even though you're as horny as you are right now, you need more, the things you're doing just aren't enough. you feel like you're concentrating on this so hard, and the fact that this isn't even scratching the itch could make you cry from sexual frustration. growing more impatient, you try and focus even harder, which is why you don't even notice the shower turned off quite some time ago. it isn't until minho opens the door from the bathroom that you're snapped back to reality from your haze of frustration, and you realize the situation at hand.

minho stares blankly at you, hair still damp from the shower and wearing only a pair of sweats. you meet his gaze sheepishly. if your hand underneath the covers wasn't enough obvious enough, the flush on your cheeks and the gentle buzz of your vibrator make it all the more clear as to what's going on. you don't think you've ever turned off a toy faster in your life, immediately discarding it onto the bed next you as you scramble to sit upwards in the bed.

"um hi, i can, i can explain," you stammer.

"i mean it was pretty clear you were masturbating," he states matter of factly, his expression increasingly difficult to read.

"i just, i had a dream about you, and i just needing to get some...stuff out my system. and i know you're so busy today that i didn't want you to run late for work or anything just to fuck me, so i thought, i thought i could just fix the problem myself," you rush to explain the situation to him, face growing hot in the process.

"did you?" he asks.

"did i what?" you respond, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"did you fix the problem yourself?" he clarifies, eyes growing dark with lust.

"oh," you begin, finding it hard to meet his gaze. "um...no. no i didn't. no matter how hard i focused, it was like my body knew it wasn't what i really wanted, so i couldn't get there. it was honestly frustrating."

he slowly crosses the room to you until he's standing at the foot of the bed. "maybe you weren't doing it right."

your eyebrows scrunch in confusion once again, trying to understand what he means.

"show me what you were doing, princess. show me how you were touching yourself," he states, voice surprisingly calm for such a request. "then we can see how we might fix your little problem."

"min, what about work?" you inquire.

"work can wait, this is important," he responds.

your heart beats so fast you think it'll pound out of your chest, cheeks growing redder by the second. obviously minho has seen you in every way possible before, but something about him watching you touch yourself has your blood pumping.

you slowly pull the blankets off of your body, revealing your naked lower half. reaching over, you timidly grab the vibrator and turn it on, immediately continuing your motions as you previously were but much more sheepishly.

"that's it, princess," minho coos, his gaze hot on your skin as his stares at your hand between your legs. "tell me what you dreamt about."

he doesn't miss the way the command makes your pussy clench around the toy. you swallow deeply, trying to find the confidence for such admissions.

"dreamt about you, min," you begin between deep breaths and light moans. "about you inside me, filling me up so good like you always do. about your fingers playing with me. about your pretty hand around my throat."

his dick is getting harder by the second, and you see an obvious bulge forming in his sweatpants.

"you dreamt about all that, baby? you wanted me that bad?" he taunts seductively.

"so bad," you pant.

"wanted me so bad you couldn't wait. you just had to touch your pretty little pussy without me," he shakes his head in fake disappointment. you feel your walls clench around the vibrator again as his words skate across your skin, causing goosebumps to form. "well, from what I can tell, you certainly know how to touch yourself. so i wonder what we could possibly do to fix your problem..."

"min," you whimper.

"yes, princess?" he coos as he crawls on the bed towards you until he's hovering over you.

"please," you beg. "you. you could fix my problem."

"i agree," he states before placing a long kiss on your lips.

he slowly reaches down between your bodies and takes the vibrator from your hand before he starts to pump it in and out of you, pushing it to far inside that his fingers brush across your entrance.

"so wet," he moans against your skin as he presses his lips on your neck. "you really did get all hot and bothered."

he pulls the vibrator out and places it against your clit, causing you to arch your back off the bed as you mewl. he lifts himself upwards slightly so he can look you. he gently places his free hand around your throat.

"this is what you dreamt about?" he asks. you nod rapidly.

he squeezes the pressure points on your neck ever so slightly, never stopping his work with the vibrator against your clit. you moan, the whole sensation has you seeing stars.

"min," is all you manage to get out.

"you like that? i'm making all your dreams come true," he smiles devilishly, drinking in the sight of you slowly coming undone beneath him.

"need you," you finally moan out.

"you've got me, princess," he responds with a kiss to your temple as he lowers his hand from your throat to brace himself above you again.

"need you inside," you clarify.

he sets the vibrator to the side and climbs off the bed to rid himself of his sweats and underwear before settling between your legs again. he rubs his cock through your folds, coating himself with your juices.

"fuck," he moans under his breath. your fingers dig into his shoulder for support.

"ready?" he asks.

"ready," you affirm as he places a soft kiss on your cheek.

he places his tip at your entrance, teasing you as he pushes in ever so slightly only to pull out again.

you playfully glare at him. "min, please, now is not the time for games."

"sorry, you know i love to tease a little," he says with a giggle before kissing your jaw. he leans in closer to your ear. "i especially love to tease after you decided to play with your pussy by yourself, after denying me that pleasure."

he slowly pushes into you as he finishes his sentence, stretching you out in all the right ways. you both hiss as he bottoms out. he takes a second to let you get adjusted to him. after the appropriate amount of time, he finally starts to pump in and out of you. the wetness from all of your arousal and pent up sexual frustration makes it easy for him to slide within you.

"shit, baby, you feel so good. squeezing my cock so good," he grunts between jagged breath. his compliment makes your walls clench around him.

he continues to grind into you, hips connecting each time as he thrusts deeply. eventually he sits up his knees and pulls your hips toward him to tilt you upwards as he continues to thrust into you. the new angle makes you feel him so much deeper, making you feel impossibly full. he grabs the vibrator, turns it on, and places it right on your clit as he continues his motions inside you as he hits that sweet spot inside your cunt. all the new sensations cause you to feel that all to familiar knot building in your core.

"just like that. so close," you mumble between moans.

"cum for me, princess. show me how much you needed me after that little dream of yours," he commands.

your legs begin to shake as your orgasm comes barreling over you. throwing your head back against the pillow, you moan his name like a mantra as your walls clench and relax around him. watching your pleasure wash over you and feeling your cunt squeezing his cock sends minho to his release. moans and grunts are the only things slipping past his lips as hips stutter against you as he cums deep inside you.

he pulls out and collapses from exhaustion onto the bed next you. he notices some of his cum leaking out of you, and he's quick to use his fingers to shove it back inside you, making you gasp at the sudden contact against your overstimulated pussy.

"i'll let you keep that for later to tide you over until I get home," he whispers in your ear, breath dancing across your skin.

you and minho lay there for a moment catching your breath and recollecting your thoughts.

"you know," he finally begins, the tips of his ears turning red. "if you ever have dreams like that, you can always tell me. it's hot knowing that you dream about me like that. and I can tell you when I have dreams about you too."

"i know," you say sheepishly. "i normally would have but your schedule is so busy and i just needed some relief, so i really thought i could just finish things off myself really fast."

"i appreciate that. and i by no means want to prevent you from having some self care," he says. "but if i'm home and we're both horny, please tell me. believe me, i will always make room in my schedule to fuck you."

"thank you," you reply with a laugh. "same here."

his ears grow red again.

"anyways, i love you so much, but i guess i should go to work," he says with a sigh as he gets up from the bed.

"i love you," you say as he leans down to kiss you. "have a good day."

"you too. maybe you should take a nap today, have another dream about me. i wanna hear more of your fantasies when I get home, princess," he says with a playful wink.

[elvisabutler]

for my own private collection

summary: having a boyfriend who's a pornstar means everyone gets a piece of him. you request a piece all for yourself. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1217 warnings: austin butler as a pornstar. edging. masturbation ( m and f ). orgasm control. mild daddy and mommy kink. mild dom/sub undertones. sex tape? me making one joke re: one night in paris. author's note: welcome to day 17 of kinktober, sex tape with austin butler. this was fun. everyone thank @dreamersparacosm for this being pornstar austin because i struggled a little with this because my previous attempt felt boring. this does not feel boring.

"You know you could just buy one of my movies, right? Or- I'm pretty sure I have them on my hard drive. At least one, you know the one with Liv and Luke-" Austin starts to say before getting cut off by your answering huff over the phone.

"Yes, because I enjoy watching one of my best friends getting railed by my boyfriend and one of my other friends. Makes total sense, babe." Your tone is biting and not for the first time Austin is reminded of why everyone nicknames you Viper after every time they're on the receiving end of this tongue of yours. "No, I want- everyone else gets to see you play with your cock, beg for mercy from Olivia all sorts of things. I just- I want to watch you. I want to only see you."

Austin sighs. "A personal tape?"

"I- I didn't think of it that way, but yeah. I wouldn't pay for it, obviously but you could give me that. One Night in Austin." You have to bite your lip at your own joke, it's not funny, really especially after knowing the details behind Paris Hilton's tape, but still you think it's a little funny.

"I was about to say yes, but I don't know if I can after that Paris Hilton joke." He pauses and tries to bite back his own laugh. "Give me a couple days, okay? Three tops, depending on the mail."

"You're sending it via the mail? Are we in the 90s?" You ask incredulously, shaking your head at the phone.

You can actually hear Austin's shrug and picture his face. "No, but if you want something private for only your eyes, I have to go low-tech."

After all, he's got enough of a following that he doesn't put it past anyone on the web to somehow hack into his email and get the video. He's seen it happen with his ex and he's seen it happen with so many people in the industry. Better safe than sorry. You hum in acknowledgement before letting the topic go.

When the mail arrives on Saturday you're excited, it comes in an unmarked envelope with Austin's looping handwriting writing out your address and the note attached simply says "for your eyes only".

It takes you a minute to set up your blu-ray player to play the DVD but when you do you settle onto your bed and watch your boyfriend wave at the camera, grinning his signature grin that he reserves only for you.

"Someone wanted a show, a private video without paying." He smirks, moving to show off how he's completely naked. "She's lucky I'm kind of in love with her."

You can't help but laugh at the comment before you focus on what he's doing. You notice he's already hard, leaking and that he almost looks like he had been playing with himself before he turned on the camera. Your hand moves to between your legs, slowly starting to rub at your clit, you think you should grab your vibrator but knowing how Austin is- how his cock already looks, you don't think this is going to be long.

"I've already been playing with myself, baby." His hand moves to stroke his cock, hissing as his thumb brushes the tip. "Been telling myself that my girl wants to get a show and I know what she'd like. What she likes when we're together." He pauses and grips his cock a little tighter. "Been wanting to come for a little bit already. If you were here you'd be edging me for hours, wouldn't you?"

He's not lying and you know it, as much as you enjoyed being edged by him- seeing his relief after you let him come was something else. Seeing how his mouth would fall open with whimpers and sighs did something else. Your breathing quickens as you feel your cunt getting wetter, feel your juices starting to pool as you watch him.

"You've got your hand in your cunt, baby? Your vibrator? Playing with your clit as you watch your baby boy play with himself?" The video of him has him murmuring low enough that when you shut your eyes you swear he's there. You swear you can feel his body in front of you, feel his breath against your cunt. "Are you just waiting for Daddy to tell you that you can come? That you can stick your fingers into that greedy cunt of his."

You whimper at the words and Austin's video laughs. "You can't decide which one of me you want, can you baby? I wish I was there. Wish I had my face buried in your pretty pussy. Wish I could see you dripping for me."

It's as if your pussy hears him, and you find your fingers are sliding quicker- easier with the increase in fluid coming from you. You are dripping for him and he's barely done anything on camera. Is this how everyone felt when they watched his videos? Your teeth bite at your lower lip as you keep watching, your breath coming quicker as you tease your clit.

"This is a long video, baby, tell you what. You come for daddy right now. In the next minute or so, and I'll spend the rest of this video just edging myself. Begging mama to let me come. Begging my favorite person in the whole world to let me come."

The noise that leaves your mouth is embarrassing or would be if anyone other than you were around to hear it and you have to stop yourself from shoving your fingers in yourself before you hear another laugh from the television.

"I know you had to have liked that. You make a decision? Time's a ticking and I- I'd hate to know that this was wasted because you didn't come at least this first time. Come on, baby. Come for Daddy. Come for me as my reward for making this for you in such notice."

Your chest is heaving as you furiously play with your clit, wishing you actually had grabbed the vibrator, it would have made this quicker, would have made it so you didn't think you were going to run out of time. Your ears faintly register hearing Austin countdown from one minute and somewhere around 15 seconds you start to panic, start to try every trick in the book to get yourself to come. It never usually takes this long when you're focused. Austin gets to five seconds and you're right there before you hear it. You hear the one phrase said in the one tone that always does you in. He makes himself sound like Elvis, an old trick he picked up from a silly porno he did right around when you met him but the accent always does you in.

"Let yourself go."

You come with a shout at that just as Austin says one on the screen. The amount of fluid that comes out of you makes you pretty sure you squirted but you're not a hundred percent sure. When your eyes open you're greeted by Austin looking at the camera with hooded eyes and a smirk. "Good girl. Now Daddy's favorite and best girl gets her reward. You ready for round two?"

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Do Your Job, No Matter What ¬ Draco M.

Plot - Following your boss's orders was part of the job but you never realised how far he'd take it.

Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only}

Pairing - CEO!Draco Malfoy x Fem!reader

Notes/Warnings - Power play plot with porn, harsh names, Dom/Sub, penetrative, choking, unprotected sex with creampie (dont be stupid like them irl). Astoria is the ex-wife in this as I couldn't bring myself to write about a cheater and I apologise in advance if this is terrible, I haven't written smut in years.

Word Count - 2.3k

The day had bled into night and as the gentle rays of sun disappeared, so did your co-workers. Mutters of goodbyes and heels clacking faded till all that remained was the muffled sound of Mr. Malfoy on his conference call.

You were used to being the last one to leave, often deep into the night. A common requirement for a personal assistant was to be there till the boss leaves but unfortunately, Mr Malfoy wasn't exactly rushing home most nights.

The simple hardwood desk was more familiar to you than your own bed nowadays. Nights got later as business got busier and Mr Malfoy became more involved with potential investors, but you never complained. You were always the best and you were planning on staying that way.

"Y/N, get in here!"

Being so involved in the setup for the next morning, you didn't listen out for the conference call or how it ended but from thunderous and rude tone of your boss, you could imagine.

Shuffling to your feet before straightening out your skirt, you made hastily made your way through the large oak doors that housed the king, as you co-workers often joked. You understood their distaste, a powerful and attractive man was already intimidating but Draco always found a way to rub people up the wrong way, except you. You always had a certain affection towards the man, not that you would ever admit it.

Entering the darkened office, you felt your breath catch in your throat as you faced your boss. His once tamed hair, now wisps of silvery blond streaking across his forehead. Veins prominent on pale arms where he had rolled up his sleeves. He stood behind his desk, with one hand leaning on the dark oak table whilst the other nursed a crystal glass of whiskey. Even in his frustration, he still looked like the most powerful man in the country.

Draco lifted his eyes to yours and you felt yourself squirm under his gaze, you'd be lying to say that the man wasn't gracing the thoughts you had in your more intimate moments. This simple act made you think that this could be more than a fantasy with how his eyes traced over you.

"Well that meeting was a total disaster." The man sighed before manoeuvring to sit on what could almost be described as a leather throne. "I told my father that trying to work with Potter Industries was useless but the stupid git wouldn't listen so I had to deal with them bastards for nothing!"

Whilst you tried to focus on his words, your thoughts were more taken with his hands. Strong, thick fingers graced with three solid silver rings and the way they wrapped around the crystal tumbler was so sinful, you let yourself imagine what they would feel like around your neck.

Snapping yourself out of your sinful thoughts, you notice the silence as if Draco had expected a reply to his rant. Whilst he valued your opinion, you weren't sure what to offer.

"I'm sorry they wasted your time sir. Is there anything I can do?" Whilst it sounded innocent enough, part of you couldn’t help but mean it in a suggestive manner.

Draco debated your offer for a moment. He always knew what you thought of him, how your thighs would clench together during car rides where he was just slightly closer than normal or how you would blush at the simplest praise. You were wrapped around his finger.

He knew you wanted him sexually, he too held this secret but he wondered if you were harbouring more than sinful thoughts towards him. He needed to know, to see if he was just seeing what he wanted to see or if there was something between the two of you. Draco knew that by tonight, he would have his answer.

"Come over here" He beckoned.

Obeying before thought, you carefully manoeuvred so you were standing behind the desk and in front of your boss.

Mr Malfoy patted his right thigh in a non-verbal demand for her to sit on his lap. Once again, you were obeying before thought or reason, you gently placed yourself on his muscular thigh, allowing your skirt to ride up.

Draco rested his hand on your exposed thigh, toying with the edge of your tight skirt. With the other hand he gripped your chin in a gentle but firm manner, turning your face to meet his, only centimetres away.

"You know exactly how you can help me"

"I'm not sure what you mean Mr Malfoy"

"Don't play dumb my dear. I see how you look at me, how you respond to me. Would bet money on the fact that you are getting wetter by the second just from being this close to me." His hand inched up closer and if on instinct, your legs moved apart to allow him. The tips of his fingers graced the edge of your panties before pulling them to the side, allowing his fingers to feel your wetness. "Just as I thought, always knew you were my little slut".

He slowly pushed a digit inside, allowing the warmth to coat his pale finger. The action caused a small whimper to leave your lips involuntarily and as you felt the cold metal of his ring graze your folds, you could barely stop the moan from escaping. Draco kept a slow pace, almost teasingly slow. Your body was begging for more but Draco wanted to hear it, needed to hear it. He could see you getting restless at the gentle pace but he needed more from you so he delicately removed his finger, which was met with an annoyed groan from you. Sliding his digit up your soaking slit, he brought his finger to your sense bud. Rubbing in careful circles, you felt your need for Draco grow even stronger.

"Please, I need more"

"Tell me what you want baby"

"I want your fingers. Want to cum. Please make me cum"

This was what he needed, you falling apart for him. Begging for something as simple as him to finger fuck you, and god the sound of you was better than he imagined. A cocky smirk grace his whiskey coated lips before colliding his lips with yours, a collision of tongues and teeth but it was exactly what you both craved. The messy kiss resembled the messy dynamic you were both about to enter.

Placing his attention back on your weeping hole, he broke away from the kiss. You felt your eyes flutter shut as he entered two of his thick digits into you, this time at a harsh speed. Moans were escaping your body as your orgasm built but Draco was quick to drink them up. The combination of the anticipation and how he was perfectly hitting every spot whilst massaging your clit was getting you there quicker than ever before.

Draco could feel your body getting closer to release, clenching and tensing against his fingers. "Cum for me, show me what a little slut you are."

His words were what pushed you over the edge as you came hard all over your boss's hand. You connected your mouths again in a brief moment of ecstasy. Breaking away from the kiss, you rested your head on his shoulder attempting to catch your breath.

You could feel his harden length through his trousers and the feeling alone was enough to make you need more. Carefully grazing your hand over the evident bulge, you felt the man tense under you.

Before you could do or say anything more, the phone rang.

The sharp sounds were enough to remind both of you that you were still in the office and technically still on the clock. Breaking your stare from the phone, you turned to Draco who simply stated "Better answer it sweetie, it is your job after all".

Rolls of frustration filled your body as you wished he would have simply thrown the phone out the window and taken you on the desk but no, here you were. Standing up from his lap, you picked up the phone.

"Hello, Mr Malfoy's Office. Y/N Speaking."

"Oh, Y/N, hello. I was hoping you would answer" You knew that buttery voice, Astoria Greengrass. Ex-wife of the man who just made you cum, of the man you were hoping to fuck.

"Hi Ms. Greengrass, how are you?" As you said her name, you spotted Draco rise from his chair.

Astoria started on a small rant about how hard dating is as a single mum but you could barely focus on her. The blond haired man had made his way behind your figure, and was slowly undressing you. Button after button until your bra-covered chest was exposed, a quick zip of your skirt left you standing in only your panties and finally, Draco decided to rid you of your panties as well with a quick rip of the fabric.

Whilst Astoria talked your ear off, Draco leaned down towards the other and whispered "Be a good girl and do your job, okay".

You shakily nodded whilst attempting to focus on the words the woman was speaking but you were rendered incapable when you felt his enlarged tip tease your folds. You couldn't help but intake a sharp breath.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Astoria paused, she was always a thoughtful woman who made sure Y/N was leaving enough time for herself between work but now here Y/N was, fucking Astoria's ex-husband whilst on the phone to the woman herself.

"Yep, I'm sorry. I jus-" Her sentence interrupted by Draco fully entering her tight pussy. His cock stretching her out in ways she had never experienced, she couldn't help but whimper in an attempt to hold back a moan. "I stubbed my toe really hard. It's all okay truly."

"Always hurts more than it should." You attempted a chuckle at the woman's remark but it became a strangled moan as Draco picked up the pace. Astoria continued "Anyways, sorry for ranting but I was calling to remind Draco about Scorpius' play on Tuesday, can you please make sure his schedule is clear".

"Yes, of course I will." You manage to respond, trying to focus on being professional rather than focusing on your boss pounding you into oblivion.

"Great, I won't keep you any longer. Thank you dear, have a good night."

You replied a quick 'You too' before slamming the phone down. A plethora of pent up moans rushed from your throat as you felt Draco's full size threaten to split you open, you had never felt this full and god, you loved it.

His slender hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer to his chest and gaining more force. "What a good little whore you are! Taking my cock like you were built for me". His words made you clench around him which caused an guttural moan to escape the dominant man.

"Please sir, I need more. I need to cum, please." You were close to seeing stars but you needed more, you craved more.

Draco had never felt more powerful than he did at that moment. Slipping out of you before lifting your body as if you were a ragdoll for his amusement, you were now seated against his desk and face to face with him as he re-entered your soaking pussy dangerously slow. The new angles were enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head, moaning strings of swears as you approached your peak.

The pale businessman pounded you with such force you thought his desk might break under the pressure, holding your hips so tightly that you were sure to have bruises the following morning. Moans of your name graced the man's lips as he approached his orgasm, as his pace faltered and became uneven.

Grabbing your throat with force, Draco brought his face down to yours. "Cum for me."

His words were all you needed as you felt your climax hit you like a freight train. Moaning his name so loudly that you suspected anyone left in the building would have heard. Your vision darkened as the pleasure rolled over you in waves, feeling the release of all the late nights with your hands between your legs whilst fantasies of Draco fuelled you. The reality was better than the fantasy.

Your climax had left you clenching Draco, milking him dry as he released inside of your warm welcoming pussy. All frustration from work was gone, all the desire he felt for you was enhanced, just everything was right in this moment. He felt his cock soften and carefully slipped himself out, watching as his seed slowly trailed down your plump pussy.

Catching your breath, you slipped off the desk before finding yourself in Draco's arms once again. "That was incredible but I am still mad you fucked me whilst I spoke to your ex-wife"

"Very bold aren't I, kitten?. You have to do your job, no matter what" He chuckled. "What did she want anyways?"

"Wanted me to remind you about Scorpius' play on Tuesday." Answering in a nonchalant tone, which is never how you spoke to him but you were now feeling the repercussions of what just happened and were feeling insecurity, causing you to use attempted nonchalance to hide it. "So I guess I will see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, technically. I will see you tomorrow as well but for now, we are heading to back to my house. Have some dinner and see what happens from there." His gaze was often fierce and stubborn but now it was gentle and almost hopeful, showing that he was also scared of what this meant for your relationship, but hoped that you wouldn't reject his offer of something more romantic.

Even with already flushed cheeks, his words caused light blush to appear "That sounds like a perfect plan to me, Draco."

Draco's fears were put to rest as soon as he heard his name roll of your tongue. You may be wrapped around his finger but he was wholly wrapped around yours. Just took a bold move to release the truth.

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hiii i just wanted to ask two things: 1. how do you find so much time to read as much as you do? i have several books on my shelf that i'm going through at a snail's pace, lol. and 2. with as much music you listen to, do you ever get a song stuck in your head distracting you as you read? i feel like this happens to me all the time

Hey! The answer for the first question is multi-part, so I hope you don't mind me rambling a bit.

The shortest possible version is that it's a mix of routine and the fact that (aside from listening to music) reading is my primary form of entertainment. I mean, I DO watch movies and TV, but usually with other people. When I'm alone and relaxing after work, it's usually with a book.

Tbh over the last handful of years I've noticed myself having a harder time focusing on watching shows or movies without being distracted. I'll go into something with the intention to focus and absorb and find myself eight minutes in with my phone in my hand, having to rewind bc I got distracted scrolling through my messages or my Tumblr feed or whatever and I've missed something. Reading is easier for me to focus on when I'm by myself because I can't multitask it. I'm doing it or I'm not.

Another thing that helps is mixed mediums. I'm pretty lucky in that the job I have allows me to wear headphones, so I can take advantage of audiobooks. Reading shorter books and novellas also helps make that book count bigger at the end of the year and shorter formats like that can help if you feel like you're intimidated by or struggling with a longer work. At the end of 2022 my final count was 71 total books - broken down it's 36 novel-length books (ebook or physical format), 13 novellas (sub 200 pages) and 22 audiobooks.

All this is very practical but a huge part of this is like motivation, right? Part of the reason it's easy for me to make reading into a habit is I stay excited. And a big part of that is quitting.

I love quitting! I think there's no wrong reason to quit a book. It sounds counterintuitive but when I was first getting back into reading, allowing myself to seek out books that were entertaining to me and to drop books I wasn't enjoying very much was a huge factor. I'm not saying there's no reason to read challenging books or push yourself, but people read for different reasons and since I'm reading primarily for entertainment, it's nice to give myself the freedom of not having to meet some arbitrary standard for "important" work and just to read about what if a lady fell in love with her hot boss or what if there was a monster in your spaceship or whatever.

Lastly, I'm always looking for new recommendations. There's a few booktubers I like, there's some subreddits for horror and SFF I keep up with, a couple podcasts I'm into, book review websites I check in on and, of course, stuff my friends push in front of me. It's easier to stay motivated or hyped up to keep reading if you're plugging into a shared experience, right? It's fun to share in someone else's excitement!

Anyway I know that's a long, messy answer but hopefully it's thorough. If you're having a hard time bc you're not really thrilled with what you're reading, I'd try putting it aside for now and looking for something to get you really excited. If you're into it but struggling anyway, I think you could try starting small by just setting aside 30 minutes or an hour every day at the same time and reading as much as you can within that timeframe! Make it something that's just part of your day.

And as for the second question - not really. I like having music on in the background while I read, so I don't usually have songs in my head distracting me. The only thing I can't really tune out is speech - it's really hard for me to read in a room where people are talking. If you're struggling with this a lot maybe try listening to some ambient music in the background while you read? Could help with distracting your brain enough to stifle the part that wants music, but hopefully not enough to keep you from paying attention to your book. Idk. (If you want ambient suggestions I'd say The American Dollar, Rachika Nayar, Olafur Arnalds, and Helios are all good places to start)

Anyway hiiiii happy new year, I hope something nice happens to you this week 💖