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Falling For The Perfect 10, Chapter 12

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Story Summary: Told from the point of view of an original female character we follow the ups and downs of dating, and falling in love with, Tye Dillinger. Pairing: Tye Dillinger X OFC Chapter Summary: NXT Takeover Orlando arrives. Shanna is hurt. Tye is comforting. Things start looking up. Note: No smut but the cursing is still here. (Sorry, I talk like a sailor most days).

Chapter 12: An Accident

On Monday everything seemed almost normal again, except for the slight awkwardness that still remained between me and Tye. We all worked out before our meeting with Hunter and, inside the small conference room we met with Hunter and everyone who'd be involved in the storyline. That meant all of SAnitY, Tye, Jose, Roderick and myself all sat around an oval table.

I set between Tye and Jose, Roderick on Tye's other side. Across from us was SAnitY and I was in the exact seat opposite Nikki. We nodded cordially to each other and turned to look at Matt Bloom, William Regal and Hunter.

"Okay, we all know that things are constantly changing. At Takeover: Orlando we're going to put a lot of things into effect. For all of you that means a huge shift in the storyline. You all know we like taking risks here at NXT. So, at Orlando that's what all of you are going to do."

My eyes caught Nikki's before I instinctively turned to look at Tye. He locked eyes with me and nodded at me, squeezing my forearm encouragingly, briefly. It was the first time he'd touched me in so long and I'd forgotten how warm he was.

I closed my eyes briefly before turning to look back at Hunter. He'd let us all take in his words. Now he would tell us his ideas on how to do it.

"You all have pushed the envelope and we all know everyone in this room is tough and able to take big hits. We were thinking of pushing the envelope just a bit farther."

"We want to push SAnitY so far into the heel category that there is no foreseeable redemption," Matt Bloom said, taking over the conversation. "To do that, we need to let the women play a bigger role."

I could feel Tye tensing next to me but I didn't look at him or Nikki. I stared at Matt.

"Shanna," Hunter began, leaning forward slightly. "You can turn down the idea, counter at any point and you have full rights to back out." I nodded for him to continue. "Regal tells me you've been put through a table before."

I stared at Hunter for a moment, his words swirling around my head.

"No way," Tye said, shaking his head stiffly. I turned to look at him.

"Tye, with all due respect, it's not your choice," Hunter said, holding up a hand, forestalling any further commentary for Tye. "It's Shanna's."

I felt everyone in the room look at me. I kept my eyes on Hunter, Regal and Bloom.

"Who is gonna put me through the table? How?"

Tye slammed his fists on the table and pushed away from it. I stared at him then looked at Hunter, asking for a minute without saying a word.

"Take five minutes, everyone cool off, get your heads around the idea."

Tye walked out of the room and I went after him. A single camera, out of the two that had been filming the meeting for Breaking Ground, followed us out. He walked away quickly, finding a nearby hallway empty. He put his head and arms against the wall, his body tense.

"Tye?" I asked, coming over and placing a hand on his shoulder. I waved the camera man off and he walked down the hall, the lens on us but well out of reach from the microphone.

He turned to look at me and his arms fell to his sides, defeated. "You're gonna let them do it?" He asked.

"Tye...it's the best thing for all of us right now. Can you imagine the feud after it? Can you predict how over we'll be with the fans?"

"I don't care about that," he said, his voice solid but still sounding distant.

"Tye, tables aren't a big deal. Hunter will make sure I'm safe."

"A lot can go wrong," he insisted.

"What has you so worked up about this?" I asked, crossing my arms.

My questioning his motives broke Tye. He crouched down, trying to ball himself up but I crouched too, getting into his personal space, sliding my arms under his and around his neck, putting my forehead on his and making him lock eyes with me.

"Tye, what's going on?"

He sighed and didn't speak. I waited. Eventually his arms came around me, pulling me closer to him. I didn't pull away, I just waited for him to talk.

"Friday was the first time we've talked, outside of work, and I thought I could move forward as friends, be okay with this. I fucked up, I shouldn't get what I want all the time. But then today I see you and it's just like before, wanting you, needing to be near you but its worse. I tried to just act like a professional but then they want to put you through a table and...I can't take that. I can't see that."

"Tye, our business is getting beat up. It's rough. I don't like you getting beat down or chair shots, getting hit when someone cheap shots you from behind. But it's our job. Besides, you wouldn't like anything with me taking a big bump. You wouldn't agree to anything."

Tye sighed and I kissed his forehead, feeling my throat constrict at the skin to skin contact. I pulled back and locked eyes with him. "Let's go hear them out. Okay?"

Tye and I went back into the meeting room and everyone settled back down. Hunter looked at me and waited.

"I'll do it," I said.

The room was quiet for a minute before Roderick leaned back in his chair and looked at me closely. "And who is putting her through the table?" He asked.

"That's where we want input. We need to do this right. It'll be after the match but what we need to see is all of SAnitY involved."

"What if," came the surprisingly soft voice of Killian Dain. "Me, Wolfe and Young keep those guys back and Nikki puts her through?"

I looked at Nikki and she shrugged. I shrugged back.

Hunter nodded, thinking it over. "I think, to really mess with people, we need this to be about Young torturing Tye with this. I'm not saying Nikki can't put her through but I think we need Roderick and Jose to be so beat down they can't help. And we'll need Tye forced to watch it."

"Like when you were handcuffed and Randy RKO'ed Stephanie?" Jose asked.

"Exactly," Hunter said.

I felt Tye shift closer to me. He didn't touch me but was just being protective.

"Why don't we do it like that then?" came Nikki's voice. "I'm not in the match so how about, towards the end of the match we handcuff the guys?"

"Where do I fit?" I asked. "I haven't been coming down to the ring lately." I motioned vaguely to the guys and Tye.

"What do you think should happen?" Bloom asked.

The meeting lasted another hour, everyone going back and forth on what they thought should happen.

We had a few weeks to prep for the match, to increase the tension on shows, and Tye wasn't happy about it. Nikki and I had lunch the day before Wrestlemania weekend kicked off. Thursday was the last day off for any of you for a while.

"Are you ready, for Saturday?" she asked.

I shrugged and sipped my water.

"I'll be careful," she promised.

"Me too."

Takeover: Orlando.

The show had been nearly perfect so far. The fans were on their feet. Everyone was running on adrenaline this weekend. I'd been star struck a few times by the Hall of Famers walking around.

It was time for our match. Tye and I had been spending time together again but there was the undercurrent of tension. As he stood in the back, his outfit on, the number ten everywhere he came over to me and grabbed my hands.

"Come out with me?" he asked.

We'd planned to all go out separately. "What about Hunter?"

"I'm okay with it," came Hunter's voice from behind me. I looked at him and nodded before looking back at Tye who squeezed my hands hard. Hunter came over to us, a hand on each of our shoulders. “Go. Have a great match. Be careful," he said.

We watched Roderick go out. Then Jose. While Jose danced my stomach began to clench.

Nikki passed us, her gear on, and she gave me a pat on the shoulder. I nodded to her then looked at Tye.

"I'm terrified," I admitted.

Tye grabbed my face in his, pressing our foreheads together. "Me too. Let's just get through it. Yeah?"

I felt my stomach knot up more but I nodded. Tye smiled and kissed the corner of my mouth. I shivered as we broke apart. He took my hand and his music hit.

He went out first, showing off the large ten on his jacket. When the song shifted I stepped out too and the crowd cheered. Clearly, us being together was something they wanted. Tye and I walked to the ring but I shooed him ahead of me to do his thing. I climbed the stairs and watched as he held up his sign. The crowd roared. Tye came over to me and sat on the second rope, holding it open for me and winking.

I rolled my eyes but accepted the gesture, climbing into the ring. Roderick and Jose clapped, clearing the way from the turnbuckle I tended to use for my entrance. I climbed up and the fans cheered. I clapped for the fans and looked around, smiling hugely when I saw, right in the front row, Tye's family. All of them except for baby McKenna and a few others, his brother-in-law probably in the back holding the baby. I looked to Tye who smiled at my excitement of seeing his family. Rylee held a sign up saying, "Shanna's my superhero" with hearts all over it.

My heart broke at that. I turned to look at Tye and pointed. He smiled at me and then pointed to the other side of the ring. My family sat there, cheering, all wearing either my shirt, Tye's shirt and my brothers each wearing a Roderick and Jose shirt.

I jumped off the turnbuckle and ran to greet my family, Tye sliding out to kiss his family members.

"Be careful, sis," my older brother ordered. I caught his eye and shook my head slightly. "Remind Mom it's planned," I said. His eyes grew disapproving but what could he do? I rounded the ring and went to Tye's family, hugging them each tightly. Rylee hugged me fiercely and when SAnitY's music hit she clung tighter.

"It's okay Rylee, Uncle Tye will be fine. We'll all be ok," I promised. She nodded and slid back to her seat.

Tye and I climbed into the ring and squared off as SAnitY entered. We all stood, staring down our equivalent in the other group. Nikki's crazy side was out and I glared at her. The ref tried forcing us all to our corners and the moment we were all at our starting points the bell rang and the place exploded.

Tags were made, big moves were landed, and as it started to wind down I knew my moment was coming. Nikki and I had been stalking each other around the ring all night but then she went one step further. I saw her toss the handcuffs to Wolfe and then she went to Tye's niece Rylee. She grabbed Rylee's sign and tore it in half. I charged her and as we struggled, Jose and Roderick were chained to the diamond patterned guard rail that ran along the sides of the entrance ramp. Tye was against Eric. The ref couldn't stop the match, Tye and Eric were legal right now. SAnitY jeered and I finally hit a DDT on Nikki on the outside. Tye, taking advantage of the overconfidence of Young hit him a few times, the pair going back and forth. I ran to Roderick and Jose and went under the ring to find bolt cutters. In the ring, Tye hit the Tyebreaker.

I waved to security to help Roderick and Jose as Tye got the pin fall but, as planned, there were no bolt cutters found under the ring.

When the ref counted three the fans cheered so loud I couldn't hear anything else. I rushed to Tye's sister, knowing what was coming next and hugged her quickly before whispering "Cover Rylee's eyes."

I turned just as the beat down started. All of SAnitY was in the ring, kicking and punching Tye. I dove under the ring again and came up with a chair. Quickly, I climbed the top rope and, taking aim at Killian Dain I jumped off, bringing the chair onto his back. This broke everything up. I swung for Wolfe next, hitting him in the stomach. I turned and got a blow on Nikki's arm and shoulder before Eric Young grabbed me by the hair. Dain grabbed the chair from me. Fans were booing.

Roderick and Jose were shouting. Security and the referees were shouting.

Young turned me to face him and, without a sign of remorse, kneed me in the stomach. Tye tried to rally but was taken down by Dain and Wolfe. Young kept his grip on my hair.

Young, keeping me secure with one hand, shoved Nikki with the other. “Get the table,” he commanded.

I could hear Tye shouting. Eric taunted Tye, laughing at him. I tried to get out of Young’s hold but he hit me in the stomach again and kept his hold on my hair. Nikki brought a table into the ring and Dain took both of Tye’s arms as Wolfe moved to help Nikki setup the table. When it was setup Wolfe moved back and grabbed Tye’s face from behind, making his eyes focus on the table. Roderick shouted, cursing. Jose was screaming at security to get bolt cutters, cursing at them in two languages. Tye began to beg.

“Eric, don’t, please,” He said. I heard his voice crack and that made me wince. Tye, even though he knew what was coming, was still scared. Eric pushed me to Nikki. As she hit me on the back a few times she leaned down, keeping me in headlock. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I said.

Young climbed on top of the table and motioned for me to be passed to him. Nikki pushed me onto the table, hitting the back of my neck and shoulders a few more times. Young grabbed my feet and, when he tensed I prepared for the bump.

The wheelbarrow neck breaker hurt normally. Going through a table hurt much more. The table gave way perfectly, the move was done perfectly. Still, once it was over I knew something was wrong.

Dain and Wolfe let Tye go and he rushed to me, his eyes raking over me.

“Shanna?” he asked. I kept my eyes closed. He leaned down, his hands on either side of my head. “Shanna?”

“Tye,” I whispered, feeling my chest tighten. “Something’s wrong, it hurts,” I said, pointing to my chest and stomach. Tye waved for medics. Roderick and Jose were free and ran to the ring, sliding in next to Tye. I opened my eyes and saw Tye and he was close to tears.

The medics came in and checked me out, forcing Tye aside. I reached for him and winced, the pain severe. I couldn’t breathe right. I told the medics. They got a backboard in the ring and moved me, carefully. “Check my family, check on your family,” I said to Tye as they loaded me on the stretcher. Tye was gone for a moment as they buckled me onto it. He was back then, pushing a medic aside and taking my hand, his eyes flashing between fear and anger.

Hunter was there when we got backstage. The Breaking Ground cameras were there too. Regal came from the production room too, his eyes concerned.

“You’re going to the hospital,” Hunter said.

“Yeah, figured that part out,” I said, trying to joke.

“Who do you want to ride with you?” Hunter asked as we walked to the ambulance. I saw Trent, Pete and Tyler fall in line with the crowd following my stretcher.

We got to the ambulance and I wouldn’t release Tye’s hand. “Ride with me?” I asked.

Tye looked to Hunter who nodded. Tye jumped in we were off to the hospital. Along the way I felt myself shifting in and out of consciousness.

Four hours and many tests later we had our answer. I’d broken two ribs and severely bruised the rest. My head was spinning but I had no concussion, thankfully.

Once the doctors said it was okay Tye was by my bed, an anxious look on his face. He had on jeans and a t-shirt now. “Who brought your clothes?” I asked.

“Tyler, Trent and Pete grabbed it. They’re outside waiting to come in, doctors said we all couldn’t be in at once.”

I laughed lightly and winced. “Bet that went over well with them,” I said.

Tye laughed a little. “Nope. Do you want me to step out so they can come in?”

I sighed. “I don’t want you to step out but I do want to see them.”

“I’ll give them a time limit,” he said, kissing the back of my hand before turning to go.

“Make sure you duck when you say that,” I called after him.

A moment later Tyler, Pete and Trent were there, swarming my bed. “Broken ribs? You crazy little thing,” Trent said, looking like he wanted to hug me and choke me at the same time.

I shrugged. “Everything was perfect, there was just an accident.”

“Yeah, an accident in agreeing to the spot,” Pete said, looking cranky.

“Oh, shut up,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Tyler sat next to me on the bed and pulled down the covers, eyeing my taped ribs critically. I glared at him, daring him to say something. Showing his intelligence, Tyler just pulled the covers back up.

When the UK boys left a few minutes later I was both relieved and surprised when Tye came back in.

“Hey,” he said, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

“Hey, I thought you’d head out and get some rest.”

“I’m not leaving until you do,” Tye said.

“Tye, come on, that’s not necessary.”

“No, it is,” he countered immediately.

We were quiet for a moment and I waited for him to speak, slightly shocked by his sharp tone. Looking at him standing there I realized how much I did miss him. How badly I wanted his arms back around me.

“Look," Tye began. "I have never been so scared in all my life when I saw you take that bump and not move after it. When you reached for me and I could tell you were scared and hurting and I couldn’t do anything about it. I, I’m not leaving, okay?” He said, his eyes locked on mine, his eyes red with unshed tears.

I could feel my own eyes burn but instead of trying to hide it I just let them fall.

“Are you in pain?” he asked.

I shook my head no and closed my eyes for second. “Not physically.”

“What is it? Do you…do you want me to leave? Do you want one of the boys back here to stay the night instead of me?” I could hear Tye’s voice crack and he cleared his throat, trying to cover it up.

“No, and that’s the problem Tye." I sighed and looked at my hands resting on top of my blanket. "I hate you for what happened. But I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t miss you. And I hate it because I hate you for doing what you did. It’s…confusing.”

“Does it help if I say I hate me too for what happened?”

I let out a short laugh then winced, grabbing my ribs.

A nurse came in and smiled at us. “Mr. Dillinger, you still insisting on staying?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said, firmly.

I looked at the nurse and shrugged. “He’s stubborn.”

She laughed. “I’ll have them bring in a cot for you to rest on. Ms. Hyde, you’ll be discharged in the morning, okay?”

I nodded. After they brought in a cot for Tye and he was situated the nurse turned off my room light. I leaned back into the pillows, trying to get comfortable. Knowing Tye was two feet from me felt strange. We’d never been so close and so far at the same time.

I could hear a phone vibrate and Tye answered it, keeping his voice low. “Yeah, yeah I’m still here with her. Yeah, she’ll be going home tomorrow. I don’t know…I’ll ask her. Okay, goodnight.”

“Who was on the phone?” I asked.

“My sister, apparently all our family is backstage shouting at Hunter and she didn’t believe his update that you were okay. Your mom said she’d be here first thing.”

“What did you have to ask me?”

“Oh, Rylee wants to know if she’s allowed to come see you.”

I smiled and turned my head to look at him. “Yeah, she can come see me. Why wouldn’t she be allowed?”

“Well, according to Rylee, her uncle Tye, is, and I quote, a big poppy headed butt face for making you sad.”

“Well, I’d have to agree with Rylee. You are a big poopy headed butt face.”

Tye laughed and the sound made my stomach do flips.

“I missed that,” I admitted.

“What?”

“You laughing.”

“Yeah, I missed it too. But I missed you more.”

“I missed you Tye.”

“Is it, insane and selfish of me to ask if we try again?" He laughed slightly. "Of course I pick the most romantic setting to pin my hopes on this. But is it okay? If I can have another chance at making you happy?”

“Might be a little insane given the timing,” I said, keeping my voice light, so he’d know I was teasing him.

“But not impossible?” Tye asked, his voice edging onto hopeful.

“Not impossible,” I admitted. I could feel my eyes watering again and when I wiped them Tye saw me. He was out of the cot in a flash and to my side.

“Aw, I’m a fucking asshole,” he said. “I knew I shouldn’t have brought it up,” his hand going to my cheek. “I’m sorry, okay, no more serious talk tonight, okay?”

I put my hand over his and let myself feel the heat of him. “One more serious thing, okay?” I asked.

He nodded, waiting.

“You said…you said you didn’t fuck her. That’s true, right?”

Tye’s eyes flashed a little but he swallowed and nodded.

“Then…can we…shit, I don’t know Tye. I miss you. I hate missing you but I do. And I don’t know if I can trust you but I want to again.”

“Are you saying what I think you are?” Tye asks.

I laugh lightly, feeling the tears falling down my face. “I don’t know what I’m saying so if you could clue me in I’d appreciate it.”

Tye leaned down and put his forehead on mine, holding me close to him. “Are you saying I’m the luckiest bastard ever? That you’ll give me another chance?”

My heart was beating faster but, thankfully, not enough to alert the nurses. I nodded slowly, my hands gripping his forearms tightly. Tye let out a small laugh and kissed me quickly. His hands were shaking and he kept his forehead on mine as he pulled back from the kiss.

“I swear, on my life, I won’t fuck up again.”

I squeezed his hand and we stayed up most of the night, talking. The nurses tried to make me rest and eventually, when they threatened to give me sleeping pills, Tye and I agreed to go to sleep. He kept my hand in his, the cot pushed directly next to my bed now.

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How Women, Tech Took Over Porn: Inside the 2018 AVN Awards

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How Women, Tech Took Over Porn: Inside the 2018 AVN Awards

From #MeToo to cam stars, this year’s Oscars of the obscene showcased the future of porn

Here’s a Black Mirror pitch: You pay several hundred dollars to attend the world’s biggest porn convention and awards ceremony. You travel to Las Vegas, where the air has transformed into mentholated nicotine vapor and no one will validate your parking. You do this in order to meet porn stars in the flesh, to see them onstage celebrating the Oscars of the obscene, because – even though, according to Scientific American, half of us are now creating our own sexual content on our personal devices – there’s something superhuman about sexual celebrities.

Death of a Porn Star

When August Ames killed herself following controversy on Twitter, it revealed a schism between the gay and straight communities in the porn industry

But when you arrive at the convention, in place of your 1990s dream of impossibly proportioned stars in bedazzled Lycra posing for Polaroids, what you see is a 15,000-square-foot hall teeming with hundreds of beautiful, semi-clothed models of all shapes and styles, grinning into their laptops. You try to talk to a young woman in heart-shaped pasties and booty shorts, but she’ll only give you a few seconds of attention before she’s back to clicking her shiny gold nails across her keyboard.

Here’s the twist: This ain’t no dystopian nightmare. Attendees of the 35th Annual Adult Entertainment Expo and Adult Video News Awards were treated to precisely this display of tech-mediated intimacy. Plenty of big names were in attendance – stars who had led more traditional adult-film careers – but they were outnumbered by scores of up-and-coming models who primarily built their own businesses using cam shows, original clip stores and monetized social-media platforms. The mass availability of easily pirated streaming video may have decimated the porn economy, but it seems that women are the ones adapting, finding fresh ways to connect directly with consumers. As these models gain more economic influence, they are also raising the bar for consent conversations throughout the industry.

The last time I was at the AVNs was in 2012, when I was nominated for producing and directing a niche site called QueerPorn.TV. My Bay-Area scene was proud to think of ourselves as the forward-thinking weirdos, exemplifying the characteristics of the queer porn genre: body-positive and diverse, with a riot-grrrl aesthetic. We were nominated in the somewhat self-contradicting category Best Professional Amateur Site, and were miffed when we lost to Clips4Sale, a platform which had been around since 2003 for creators to upload and sell short original videos. Here we were, indie smut with a vision, and we lost to a tech host?

Now, it seems as clear as a Bellagio fountain that clips stores were the future of “professional amateurs.” While much of the male-dominated porn studio system is fighting against stolen content, independent female artists have been able to establish a sustainable business, producing their own content and marketing it to a small but loyal fan base.

One such artist is Bratty Nikki, a leggy, half-Mexican, half-Irish woman with a frosty reality-TV aesthetic: blonde extensions, impossible nails, skin-tight miniskirts and designer spiked heels. She sat on a gleaming white couch in an enormous booth on the expo floor, calling attention to her shirt, which read; “Never underestimate the power of a girl who knows what she wants.”

“Never underestimate the power of a girl who knows what she wants,” says Bratty Nikki. Roger Kisby for Rolling Stone

Nikki is the executive vice president of IWantEmpire.com, an umbrella company that includes IWantClips, IWantPhone, IWantFanClub and IWantCustomClips, with more in the works. Hers is one of many companies vying for dominance in a sort of clips market arms race. Nikki got her start seven years ago working as an online financial dominatrix, offering phone and cam sessions to clients in which she expressed a personality she tells me isn’t really a character. “I am a greedy brat,” she says. “I believe that I deserve the best out of life. My fans love that I’m confident enough to say, ‘This is what I want and you’re gonna give it to me.'”

She started IWantEmpire with her husband, entrepreneur Jay Phillips, because she felt other host sites were underestimating her as an artist. Like other platforms, they take a cut of the profits, but the artist sets their own price and decides what and how much they want to upload. Their brand expanded to offer a store for consumers to order custom clips, and a fan club where artists can monetize social media-like “lifestyle” content. As it turns out, kinky consumers are willing to pay for content created by people who understand precisely what they’re looking for.

Like many fetish clips, Nikki’s videos don’t include sex or even nudity, just specialty monologues in which she teases, chastises and degrades her devotees. In the larger-than life video projected over us in the booth, she wore skinny jeans and a tank top, standing in an apartment entryway holding shopping bags. “Yes, I’m leaving you,” she spits at the camera with an exaggerated eye roll. “I’ve already maxed out your credit cards. Taken a bunch of vacations with my girlfriends that you paid for. You’re going to be sitting home alone tonight crying into your pillow as you hate-jerk your little cock.”

The audacity of financial domination is a perfect fit for naturally bossy women. Haven, a Haitian-American dominatrix from Orlando, says that when she was go-go dancing and camming she didn’t take direction from clients very well. When she discovered that she could make fetish clips online, it was a way for her to make a career off her genuine demeanor. “I really don’t want to talk to you; I really just want your money,” she deadpans. “That’s me, wholeheartedly.” Now she films around 15 short clips every Sunday, improvising on topics like small-penis humiliation or jack-off instruction. She spends the rest of the week editing footage, scheduling uploads, writing marketing copy and promoting her brand on social media.

Fans mill about the floor of the AEE. Roger Kisby for Rolling Stone

“It takes a lot of work to make this look so easy,” she says.

I tagged along to an afternoon of clip shoots at a local film studio run by porn director/performers Madeline Marlowe and Will Havoc. Havoc was pulling a red and black leather harness over his tattooed chest, preparing to shoot sex scenes with two porn stars named Riley Nixon and Arabelle Raphael.

Riley, who was nominated for Best New Starlet at the AVNs, wiggled into a canary-yellow latex two-piece and platform heels. As she filled out her legal paperwork, she kept squatting and yanking on the rubbery crotch of her outfit. Even though she was following a conventional route to adult film fame, signing at the Penthouse booth and shooting for notorious gonzo studio Elegant Angel, she also sold Skype shows, custom clips and signed Polaroids on her personal website. She would post today’s footage on her own ManyVids and OnlyFans pages, where fans can pay a monthly membership for access to exclusive content.

One advantage to making her own content is that she has more leeway to maintain her preferred androgynous style and buzzed head – some mainstream studios still won’t cast models with short hair or tattoos. “I’ll wear a wig to play a character, but I don’t want to have to wear a wig to play the role of a woman,” she complains.

Arabelle has had to deal with her own hair troubles in the industry. She’s a French-Persian Jew, and long ago grew tired of being expected to straighten her hair and use skin-lightening makeup to work with certain directors.

“I was being cast in really racist roles,” she says, “and basically told I was not good enough.” She took time off to build her own membership site, a Clips4Sale store, and an OnlyFans following, discovering unprecedented financial and emotional success. “I had no idea I was a good performer and that people wanted more content of me,” she says. “I left my hair curly, got as many tattoos as I wanted, shot with who I wanted.”

Riley, Arabelle and Will showed one another the results of their standard STI tests on the secure Performer Availability Scheduling Services database. They negotiated sexual boundaries and preferences while doing their own costuming and makeup. With low production cost and the creative advantage of working with friends, they’re each an individual porn studio unto themselves.

Will Havoc, Riley Nixon and Arabelle Raphael film a scene after hours. Roger Kisby for Rolling Stone

Porn stars work hard and party hard, and sometimes they work while they’re playing. Late that night, I was invited to a private sex party with a hard-to-obtain address. A Lyft took me away from the light pollution of the strip to an edge of town tract housing development. Through the unfurnished living room, past an ominously neon-lit pool, was a warehouse filled with porn stars smoking blunts and offering one another bumps in their rhinestone-encrusted nails.

Hired stars ascended to a sort of wrestling platform in the center of the room, performing exaggerated lubed-up sex for onlookers to the rhythm of deafening drone metal. My friends, a polyamorous “family,” decided to find a quieter room in which to play. As I enjoyed a beer and watched sex-worker activist Siouxsie Q fuck her curly-haired boyfriend Michael Vegas, an AVN nominee for Best Supporting Actor – as her Barbie-blonde pro-domme girlfriend Bella Bathory was eaten out in a nearby chair – it occurred to me that we were doing exactly what porn fans assumed we must be doing. I felt like I had ringside seats to watch NBA superstars play a pick-up game.

As the four-day convention wore on, the all-night partying didn’t threaten to slow anyone down. The AEE still makes the classic circuit demands of conventional porn stars, each scheduled to appear for three- to five-hour shifts, where they were to sign and sell eight-by-10 glossies, allow hands around their waists and shoulders, smile, twerk, tell fans how their favorite position is still reverse cowgirl, princess wave, talk to men like they’re babies, talk to men like they’re dogs. But it was the cam models who had the boundless energy, who behaved like Vine stars or friends at a slumber party that just happens to be surveilled. They hovered over their screens, promising to spank one another in exchange for tips; the ding of virtual tokens being earned echoed the slots at the nearby casino.

The models had each brought their own laptops, colorfully branded with their stage names. Most of them had elaborate production rigs including flattering ring lights, bulky webcams and phallic microphones. Cam models perform all kinds of explicit shows when they broadcast from their homes; but, due to city-wide nudity laws, they couldn’t wear less than pasties and a thong at AEE. That meant no dildo shows or live sex. Yet their chirpy conversation still had value for the members watching from home, some of whom had actually financed the travel for their favorite model.

Performers at the FreeCams booth. Roger Kisby for Rolling Stone

At the booth for the webcam company Chaturbate, both men and women were making cameos on one another’s screens. This seemed to be in defiance of the porn convention that objects of desire should be separated, lest a consumer’s taste be offended or boner deflated by something they weren’t expecting to see.

A male model named Leon with One-Direction hair and powder-blue briefs explained to me that one of his online fans had just told him he was enjoying watching all the broadcasts because, “It’s like seeing all of the characters from my favorite TV shows in a crossover episode!”

I approached a group of giggling young camgirls in pastel-colored wigs. They were teasing a group of bystanders, telling them to tune in to their group cam show later that night “to see some real action.”

I asked them if they were hoping that in future years they’d be as famous as the porn stars in the Wicked or Evil Angel booths? Did they want everyone to know their names?

One of the models shook her head vigorously, making her unicorn-horn headband wobble. “The more famous you get,” she pointed out, “the more people will pirate your content.”

Her friend, who was wearing a mesh leotard with skeleton hands covering her nipples, agreed: “We make more money when only our fans know who we are.”

MyFreeCams performer Lil Miss Angel at the 2018 AEE. Roger Kisby for Rolling Stone

With the national conversation surrounding #MeToo, it was no surprise that the sex workers at AEE were ready to address the topics of harassment and bodily autonomy. Members of the Adult Performer Advocacy Committee (APAC) handed out colorful “What Is Consent?” flyers, which illustrated how consent is “informed” and “freely given,” and that it “can be revoked at any time.”

For the second year in a row, every single convention attendee – fans and exhibitors alike – was required to sign a Code of Conduct form that outlined, for example, the difference between a consensual public picture and a violation such as an upskirt.

The Code of Conduct described a zero-tolerance policy towards “stalking, unwelcome physical contact” and “offensive verbal assaults,” emphasizing that guests were “welcome to use the restroom that match their gender presentation or identity.” This last stipulation was especially welcome from the trans community attending the awards, as two years ago several performers accused Hard Rock security guards of disrespecting a gender non-conforming attendee.

Some participants were aware of ways they could make their models more comfortable. Best director nominee Greg Lansky, a delightfully flashy French pornographer in a red Givenchy tracksuit, says that he literally elevates his studio so that fans can see women “on a pedestal.” His security teams knows which performers are ok hugging and touching their fans and which aren’t.

“I’m trying to make these girls feel good about what they do,” he says. “They all worked really hard to get here.”

With security at all corners of his booth, with its Instagrammable gold couch and open bar, Lansky believes fans get the message that women deserve respect.

“It’s hard for me to go anywhere [in the hotel],” says Jessica Drake, a Best Actress nominee, from the relative privacy of her pristine media suite. “Guys congregate in groups of 30 and just stand there. They circle you. I’ve become a master of taking a selfie and restraining them at the same time.”

Director and performer Joanna Angel, owner of the alt genre site Burning Angel, says she’s never had a bad experience with a fan at AEE. “The fans are traveling to be here,” she says. “They’re really looking forward to this. People wait in really long lines to come see you.” The only time she’s seen nonconsensual groping is from men at the bar after the convention, whom casino security quickly ejected. “I wouldn’t even call guys like that fans,” she says, just entitled jerks.

Ron Jeremy, who has been considered more of a walking novelty than active performer for many years, was banned from the convention and awards show following his claim that groping is a part of the job of his pubic appearances.

In a statement to Rolling Stone, AVN CEO Tony Rios commented, “Ron Jeremy admitted guilt to specific aspects of our code of conduct policy. We discussed this with Ron, and he was not allowed to attend the convention and awards show.”

However, performer/director James Deen, who was accused of on-set misconduct as well as intimate partner violence back in 2015, was nominated at and attended the awards.

Rios clarified, “We did not prohibit people from attending based on accusations.”

Siouxsie Q, who was recently elected secretary of APAC, is upset about what she sees as double standards, where the young, powerful Deen is still welcomed while aging Jeremy is put out to pasture.

“I think we see similar trends in Hollywood. These accounts of Harvey Weinstein’s predatory behavior aren’t coming out during the height of the Kill Bill franchise, but rather in the soggy aftermath of Paddington Bear 2,” she says. “As someone’s star dwindles, people are more willing to watch them fall.”

Deen’s attorney Michael Fattorosi characterized comparisons to Jeremy as “inaccurate and unfair.” In a statement, he said, “James was never investigated criminally, nor were there ever any lawsuits filed against him by any of the accusers. Nor did James ever admit to any misconduct on his part.”

And unlike other industries where powerful men continue to be reckoned, those in porn face powerful taboos. “It’s challenging for adult performers to speak out regarding any abuse that occurs; it is because it perpetuates stigma and allows for society to tell us we asked for it,” says Tasha Reign, an APAC chairperson.

Siouxsie Q agrees that stigma plays a huge role in consent controversies within the sex industry. “As long as sex workers have as much difficulty as they do when reporting and prosecuting sexual assault,” she says, “there will continue to be a culture of silence, victim scrutiny, and inconsistencies in how the industry responds.”

Janice Griffith was nominated for the Best Actress award at the AVNs. Roger Kisby for Rolling Stone

“What do you think of this dress? It’s very ‘Times Up,’ but is it whorey enough?”

Janice Griffith, a Best Actress nominee, is in her hotel room preparing for the awards. It’s true that her black cocktail dress is not as provocative as some of her colleagues’ revealing red-carpet looks. The teal undertone in her ombre hair is fading. She’s Indo-Caribbean, Angelina Jolie-skinny, and speaks with a husky authority. She barks at her date not to interrupt her, impulsively dumping out a jar of candy because there’s nowhere else for him to pour her a fresh vodka cocktail.

None of Janice’s friends in attendance know how to roll a joint. I’m happy to oblige, so she gratefully hands me a packet of rolling papers the size of a hot dog and a sack of sativa the size of my laptop.

“Our biggest issue is that we treat an industry of freelancers as if we’re an industry of employees,” Janice says. Despite the efforts of the Adult Performer Advocacy Committee and Free Speech Coalition, in her view, porn is currently too under-regulated for meaningful accountability.

“When men make women uncomfortable, we brush it off,” she says, “because we know people will write us off as being over-reactive or emotional.”

I visited many porn star rooms and saw both their self care safeguards and true psychological states – Sephora explosions and Cosco-sized boxes of Tangerine Emergen-cee, elaborate dabbing rigs and electric kettles. Janice had brought Complete Works of Kierkegaard.

Harli Lotts, co-host of the AVNs, dons a suicide awareness and prevention ribbon on the red carpet. Roger Kisby for Rolling Stone

As the red carpet wound its way through the Hard Rock, gamblers and bar patrons scrambled for a glimpse of the stars. While many pornographers opted for prom-worthy gowns and suits, their outfits nodded to their profession with bare midriffs, waist-high slits and undulating décolletage. Some wore little more than fringed bikinis. Lance Hart, founder of the PervOUT network, stood out in a stripper-style policeman’s shirt and fishnet stockings; he was handcuffed to his date Charlotte Sartre, who revealed on Twitter that she was not wearing anything underneath her slinky black dress. Abella Danger, last year’s Best New Starlet, shimmered in a transparent bodysuit adorned with strategically placed green and pink crystals.

The AVN awards show was predictably raunchy but surprisingly sincere. Co-hosted by comedian Aries Spears, Australian performer/director Angela White and camgirl Harli Lotts, the event’s biggest draw was hip-hop star Lil Wayne, who performed two high-energy sets with a drummer and DJ. The teleprompter dialog meshed well with the talents of porn star presenters, who were well-practiced in the art of the arched eyebrow and exaggerated wink.

White set a record by winning fourteen awards, the most AVN wins in one night. Clutching her Female Performer of the Year trophy to her remarkable cleavage, she emotionally thanked her co-stars for “allowing me to be vulnerable.”

Tommy Pistol, the Best Actor winner for a film called Ingenue, praised the industry for being a “fucked up family.”

Yet Spears, a MADtv alum, did not seem to pick up on the changing attitudes in the room. “Your personal space should not be invaded,” he declared, before utterly failing to read the room. “However, you bitches look delicious tonight. If I should come up to you and beg you for a blowjob, can you blame me? I am a hot blooded heterosexual male in a room full of professional cocksuckers.”

Eventually, the celebration came to an end. The false eyelashes were peeled off, the hangovers medicated with Ibuprofen and brunch. Pornographers’ minds return to their business, and to the social challenges they continue to face.

“We demand so much from porn stars,” says Bree Mills, a lesbian writer and director. “Performers who have made successful careers could be mentors. Give them infrastructure. Get them an appointment with an accountant, get them health care. They get the stigma stamp on them harder than anybody. We have to take care of them.”

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𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: aeon, bai, loen, mercury, nidhogg, orlando, qin yi, reid, royce, shade, xiao ( no not genshin xiao you simps ), and zhu

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: god you look so damn delicious, and he'll be damned if he doesn't get at least get a taste.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): sexual content, sub reader, switch reader, established relationship, creampie, office sex, partly-clothed sex, mirror sex, public sex, jealous sex, clothed sex, cumming inside ( breeding kink ), overstimulation, oral sex, daddy/sir kink, hickies, cockwarming, fingering, rough sex, gentle sex, bondage, mouth gag, thigh-fucking, sex toy ( vibrator ), bath sex, sensory deprivation, tummy bulge, size kink, blindfold, mating press

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: gender neutral

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: a seat ー arin ray

yes i have finally written something nsfw for love nikki and shining nikki because i'm a mega hoe, and JESUS i just wanted to write for like 5 but got carried away lmaooo. smut blurbs ahead bc i said so, and spoilers for love nikki/ shining nikki and for those who haven't played the games

also apologizes if i mess up the characters bc they can be complex and also bc some i just wanna fist fight lmao

nsfw below!

𝘼𝙀𝙊𝙉 who has the habit of fucking you against his desk in the lab, his face buried in the crook of your neck as his hips piston into you from behind. All of his research and work has long since been forgotten, now his mind is only focused on the hazy heat that now clouds his mind. He has a bruisingly hard grip on your hips as he thrusts into your tight heat, his once composed and stoic face now nothing more than a memory. you'd think they were two different people entirely just from how much he loses himself in you.

his black sweater easily hides the bites and hickies that are left upon his smooth skin after a session with you. but of course, the reddened skin is obviously tender, and he softly grunts when the fabric brushes against the marks. sometimes when he's alone in his lab, he'll trace the areas gently, and wonders what you're doing at the moment and if you're thinking of him as well. just the thought of you energizes him and brings a foreign but soft smile to his lips.

𝘼𝙀𝙊𝙉 who interlaces his fingers with your own, craving even just a small moment of intimacy with you. especially while he's busy burying his length into your welcoming heat. if he's taking you from behind, he'll press heated kisses to your bare shoulder and even the tips of your cute ears. when he's facing you, he won't stop kissing you, only pulling away to breathe and admire the sight beneath him. if any stray hairs have wandered onto your heated face, he takes the time to brush them away and press a kiss to your forehead afterward.

you can't convince me that this man is absolutely sexually repressed since he tends to coop himself up in his work and maintaining the ark. so when you first pull his cock out of the confines of his pants, he's rather embarrassed by all of the heat that pools in his stomach and how it's making his vision go hazy. it ends up with you having to ride him yourself, doing your best to not collapse from both your muscles being used to their limits and the pleasure of his cock rubbing against your walls in all of the right ways. he ends embracing you tightly close with his face pressed into your chest.

𝘼𝙀𝙊𝙉 who adores seeing you in his dark blue coat, especially after sex when he's pampering you with anything that he can fetch. it's incredibly oversized on you, with the sleeves engulfing your hands and swallowing up your bare body. so it becomes commonplace for him to wrap the big jacket around you while he's fucking up into you, and you look so damn adorable like that, so he ends up hugging you into his chest while his cock plows into you rapidly.

his cock is on the skinny side, and it curves up just a little. but it's really pretty, and isn't too thin nor thick, and gives you just the right stretch when he sinks himself inside of you. it makes everything easier, especially when you suck him off from underneath his desk, gripping his upper thighs as you bob your head dangerously closer to his crotch. he has to bite his lips and clench his fists to keep himself from making any noises because he knows that he's going to start moaning if he lets loose for even a moment.

𝘽𝘼𝙄 who unintentionally pushes your face into the crook of his neck as he fucks you into the mattress, his long silver hair draping flowing down and framing his handsome face as it contorts into one of restrained pleasure. it forces you to wrap your legs around his waist, trapping his fat cock inside your tight and wet walls, and ends with him fisting the sheets in his strained hand from how good you feel around him.

he always tends to be busy, being a regent, a mentor, and the head of his own clanーand having to deal with zhu of course. so it's not really a surprise that he can't spend as much time with you as any other couple in Cloud Empire would. but you've managed to find a loopholeーslipping under his desk and whipping out his thick cock and wrapping your soft lips around the throbbing lengths. his stoic face doesn't give away anything, but if you looked closely, you'd be able to see his neck muscles tensing as he feels himself being shoved completely inside the spasming walls of your throat. once he's either alone or with less work to deal with, he has one hand steady on your head, tangling his thick fingers in your ( hair color ) hair.

𝘽𝘼𝙄 who is so thick and doesn't even know it, to the point of where he has to spend countless moments just fingering you open so you won't feel the stinging discomfort of having your pretty walls wrenched open. even when he has nearly all of his fingers buried deep within your walls, and your adorable cries as he rubs against those spots inside of you that make you unravel, it doesn't prepare you for his thickness as it pushes itself inside.

speaking of his generous size, he's actually incredibly gentle each time he has you bent over your shared bed, blindly grabbing at your hand and motioning for you to loosen your grip on the sheets, replacing them with his fingers instead. when you're facing him, back arched as his fat cock thrusts up into your awaiting hole, he'll press a kiss onto your knuckles, slowing down his thrusts as he does so.

𝘽𝘼𝙄 who tends to leave hickies and bites on the inside of your thighsーhis sort of way of praising you without ever having to use his voice. he has a tender grip on the fat of your thighs as he suckles on the tender skin, the wet noises being mixed in with his deep groans as he becomes entirely intoxicated on you and spreads your thighs as his mouth nears your trembling sex. before long, you can feel his hot breath heaving down, and it's enough to have pre-cum dribble out of your pretty sex in anticipation.

since he's the head of his own clan, and so much responsibility comes with that position, there's quite a lot of silent, but persistent pressure to continue the bloodline, whether it be by natural ways or by adoption. so during the times where he's practically making you see stars, he'll ask in between gruff groans if he can cum inside. he doesn't care if you can't get pregnant due to medical or gender reasons, he still favors cumming inside. especially when he finally tires, and pulls his now limp cock out of your stuffed hole, a perverted sense of satisfaction in watching the thick liquid ooze out and drip down your thighs.

𝙇𝙊𝙀𝙉 who teasingly rubs your inner thighs under the table at the cafe he took you out on a date. he warns you not to make any of your cute sounds aloud for nearby passerby's unless you really want to be caught that badly. he ends up rubbing the flat of his hand against your quivering sex, murmuring about how your underwear has already gotten so soaked, and how you must really enjoy all of this.

honestly, he may be a flirt, but he can get jealous too y'know! he doesn't get mad at you, because he knows that none of it is even your fault. this person just didn't take the hint even though you were very clearly not interested. so he ends up dragging you into the nearest alley, already attacking your neck with a flurry of heated kisses and hickies that are sure to be sore later. next thing you know, he has you facing the wall, hands clutching onto nothing but the rough bricks as he pounds into you from behind. right now, he could care less if that person walks by and sees youーhell, let them. maybe then they'll get the hint that he's the only one who can charm you with teasing words and get you to make those cute noises that he always loves hearing.

𝙇𝙊𝙀𝙉 who will gift you a hoodie that is very clearly too big on you, but he insists you keep it, and you cave in. but dear lord if he catches you wearing the oversized hoodie around him, he will pounce on you and refuse to let you go. it ends up with you sitting on his lap while his hands play with your pebbled nipples and bouncing you up and down his length. he ends up overstimulating your poor hole, his excitement ultimately getting the better of him. he at least does apologize, albeit with a dopey grin and twinkling eyes.

he loves overstimulating you any chance he can get, and won't pull his mouth away no matter how much you try to pry him off. his blonde locks tickle the doughy skin of your thighs as his warm mouth envelops your dripping sex, and he'll let out low hums, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. even when you finally cum from his ministrations, he continues to lick and slurp away, only pulling his mouth away to wipe away any of your excess cum that dribbles from the corners of his upturned lips.

𝙇𝙊𝙀𝙉 who can absolutely fuck you dumb when he wants to, and it's usually after he's come back from a mission that dragged on for longer than he would have anticipated. being a mercenary is absolutely hard work, and he misses you so much by the time he comes back. so it shouldn't surprise you that he throws you over his shoulder and carries you off to the bedroom, tossing you down onto the bed and slamming his lips onto yours, greedily intertwining his tongue with yours as his hands are busy shedding his clothes. before long, he has your cute ass pressed taut against his crotch, and if you try and move away from his harsh and rapid thrusts, he'll pull you back, relishing in your choked moans as his fat cock is shoved deeper inside, rubbing against your most sensitive spots.

he has absolutely made you cockwarm him, whether it be out at the restaurant he had offhandedly recommended, or just in the cozy confines of your home. either way, he does quite the job at hiding any of his reactions while his cock is sat snug within your velvety walls, and will even hug you from around your stomach, knowing damn well that the added pressure presses your walls tighter around his length. despite your cries and whimpers, he presses kisses to your flushed cheeks.

𝙈𝙀𝙍𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙔 who coldly delivers punishments whenever he catches you touching yourself without permission. he stares you down as he sits down right in front of you, leaning in until his silver-grey locks tickle the supple skin of your cheeks. his gloved hands will torturously and agonizingly slowly rub your heated sex, gradually bringing you to your peak. but just when you're about to cum, he pulls his hands away, a faint smirk present on his lips as he soaks up your whimpers from the loss of stimulation. he won't stop until he feels satisfied that you've learned your lesson.

he may not look like it, but he can get prone to the bubbling feelings of envy, although he tries to push down those burning thoughts as deep as he can. but he ends up pushing you against the nearest surface once you're alone and roughly pushes off your clothes, his gloved hand dipping into your bottoms as he hurriedly prepares your tight hole for what is to come next. what ensues is his fat cock roughly thrusting into your tight hole, countless orgasms forced out of your body as he uses you like a pretty little cocksleeve. he's fucked you so much that you have to lean on him afterward and stumble with each step.

𝙈𝙀𝙍𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙔 who folds your body in half should you decide to become snarky with that smart little mouth of yours. he watches, albeit huffing and hissing at the way that your walls clamp down on his thick cock as he pounds into you like you're his personal cocksleeve. even if you're long since spent, he still continues to pound into you, finally stopping when his stamina has run its course and pulls his now limp cock out of your hole.

he tends to degrade you while he's taking you from behind, taunting you for enjoying something so perverted as this, and how much of a lewd pervert you are for cumming so easily from being entered. if he's feeling much crueler, he'll bring his hand down on the fat on your ass, causing you to yelp loudly and cry out from the stinging sensation and him to hiss as your walls clamp down even tighter on his cock.

𝙈𝙀𝙍𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙔 who ties your hands above with his belt, and keeps them above your head for the remainder of the night with his hand. but he'll either fuck you stupid until your poor brain turns into an overstimulated mess from how rough he was, or he edges you until you cry from the pain and loss of stimulation each time and you end up having to beg like a bitch in heat.

he's one for quickies, since he tends to be busier than most, so if you get called to his side, it's either because he missed you, or he has some pent-up frustration and you just so happen to be the solution to that. he'll either have you, prettily bent over his desk, or on your knees, sloppily sucking him off while his gloved hand tangles itself in your hair. he doesn't let you leave, even after you're spent, keeping you tucked under his chin and he doesn't exactly take kindly to anyone walking in during this time.

𝙉𝙄𝘿𝙃𝙊𝙂𝙂 who holds your face in place when you have your pretty lips wrapped around his thick cock, and the tears that well up in the corner of your eyes only make him want to go harder. he uses your throat like his personal cocksleeve and your poor throat is so sore by the end of it that you can hardly speak without it cracking. it doesn't help that he cums quite a lot, and thrusts faster in a frenzied mess when he reaches his peak.

he absolutely has a sir/daddy kink and you cannot tell me otherwise. if you call him by his name, he sternly reminds you to call him sir while his thick cock is fucking open your walls like it's nothing. he has you refer to him as so during punishments, and demanding you look him right in the eye. but if he's feeling more teasing, he lets you call him daddy, and you bet he's gonna fuck you hard and get you moaning like a bitch in heat. he won't let you out from underneath him until you're just a pretty little fucked out mess.

𝙉𝙄𝘿𝙃𝙊𝙂𝙂 who spanks you when he's hitting it from the back, sadistically relishing in the way you cry out from the stinging sensation. he did it just to keep you from passing out on him, but now he does it just because he loves hearing your pathetically cute moans and cries. and he tends to hit a bit hard since he's so in the moment that he can't control his strength, so it leaves behind stinging red handprints.

definitely has a size kink, but he hides it well under that cold and stern face. he loves watching a small bump rise where his cock is rubbing up against your spasming walls. he's fascinated with the way his fat cock is somehow able to fit inside you since he's so big, and you just squeeze down so damn tightly around him. you sound so cute when you're whimpering as you struggle to accommodate his fat length and the sensation of being stuffed full.

𝙉𝙄𝘿𝙃𝙊𝙂𝙂 who craves to see your fucked out face after he fucked you like a whore, and spilling his thick cum inside of you until it begins to dribble out. he loves seeing the aftermath of your rough sessionsーthe way you feebly try to grip onto the bedsheets as you try and make sense of everything, or the way his cum dribbles out of your spent hole as it tries to desperately close around something to keep the milky liquid inside, but ultimately failing.

he once fucked you in his office and nearly got caught in the process, and now enjoys seating you on his lap, his fat cock pulsing inside of your spasming walls. if you pressed down on your stomach, you'd swear you'd feel the outline of his cock pressing upwards. you can't tell what's worseーthat fact that he looks near unaffected, except for the occasional flexing of his neck muscles or the fact that so many of his subordinates have walked in and assumed he was attempting to be romantic with you for once and not be a distant son of a bitch. oh, how wrong they are.

𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊 who gets sucked off until he's milked completely dryーdespite his embarrassed protests all the while, which become more garbled and choked the more your mouth takes. he's so embarrassed with how lewd all of this is, and with how eager his body responds to the wet heat surrounding his throbbing erection. and he's especially embarrassed with how quickly he cums inside your throat, biting his lips to keep his moans in.

it's quite fun holding him down and jerking him off while he lets out a flurry of jumbled words as your fingers wrap tighter around the throbbing erection. you'll push your nipple onto his lips, which he takes the hint of and begins to suck away on the pebbled nub in order to distract himself from the tight feeling of your hand. for a military officer, he sure does lose his composure from getting jerked off huh.

𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊 who fucks your thighs in frenzied thrusts, too flustered to actually stick his fat cock in your gummy walls. so he settles for slipping himself in between your soft thighs and busying his mouth with hurried kisses to the shell of your ear and flushed cheeks. he lets out a lot of heavy groans and grunts from how good your thighs feel around his throbbing length and ends up cumming all over them without pulling out.

he really likes it when you cling onto him as he's fucking you since it makes him feel like he's doing a good job. he has his arms wrapped around your back while his cock is sat snug in your tight walls. it also gives him a nice view of your flushed and fucked out face as his fat cock splits you open and rubs against your walls in all of the right ways since he can kiss you gently without having to strain his muscles.

𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊 who gets cock-warmed when he's supposed to be working, but instead his forehead is rested against your shoulder while he's breathing quite heavily, trying so hard to not focus on the tight heat that envelops his fat cock. what makes it worse is that you shift your hips every so often, forcing his throbbing erection further inside of your insides. even if he cums, he can't go fetch you anything or do something because the thick liquid would spill out onto his tailored pants, and everyone would know what exactly he was doing.

he sometimes gets rough with you when he gets more stressed or pent up from all of your teasings. so it ends up with him plowing into you relentlessly, leaving you to claw and clamber at his back as you moan and cry out like some bitch. he doesn't stop until he's finally exhausted himself and your pretty hole has gone numb. he does profusely apologize afterward and offers to get you anything, but you just wanna be held by your dorky officer of a boyfriend. so he obliges and gingerly holds you close until you fall asleep and he soon follows suit.

𝙌𝙄𝙉 𝙔𝙄 who keeps his composure even while he's balls deep inside of you, only merely sighing and his hands bruisingly gripping down on your hips and letting out soft and hushed groans whenever he finally cums deep inside of your spasming walls. you'd think he was watching a rather dull play or something like that, but he does let out the occasional pleasured sigh with each squeeze your walls bring around his cock.

he will calmly rehearse his lines for any upcoming dramas he may participate in, reciting any lines he seems to stumble over. then, his silvery eyes turn to face you, where you lay bound on his bed, your moans muffled by a gag and your body trembling as the toy inside of you continues to buzz away. he merely sighs, mumbling something about you being oh so helpless. really, you're just a pervert, aren't you?

𝙌𝙄𝙉 𝙔𝙄 who whispers pure filth into your ears, his porcelain-smooth face unmoving, never giving even an ounce of lecherous reaction that could give away his thoughts. he knows what an effect his smooth and silky voice can have on you, so he uses it heavily to his advantageーtelling you exactly what he's going to do to you, and how you're such a pervert for getting off to some words like this

he leaves behind little kisses that tickle your skinーlike a butterfly's wing fluttering against your bare skin. it can cause a bubble of giggles to arise from your mouth, but it doesn't last for long when he suddenly begins to suck harshing, littering your neck with bruising hickies that throb if you press your fingers down.

𝙌𝙄𝙉 𝙔𝙄 who takes you against the mirror, his hands harshly gripping your hips as his piston into you from behind. while he can't see your face up close, he can still see your reflection and each and every reaction you make. just forcing you to watch your reflection and see all of your fucked out expressions arouses him far more than he lets on.

he holds your hands above your head whenever he's pounding into youーthat way you won't be able to run away from him and the intense pleasure he's giving you. the way you cry and squirm against his hold on you has heat pooling down south, and it only makes him want to fuck you until you can only cling onto him and be a cute little cocksleeve for him.

𝙍𝙀𝙄𝘿 who somehow convinces you to allow him to slip a small vibrator into your gummy walls while he's able to control the intensity of the vibrations from a distance away. he doesn't turn it on for the first few minutes, leading you on to believe that he won't do anything. until you feel a deep vibration inside of you and you near fall to the ground, biting your lip to keep your moans inside. you know you have to keep your composure unless you want everyone to hear you moan like some kind of bitch with your insides being assaulted by a plastic toy.

he enjoys watching you as you unravel beneath him, his cock fucking you open over and over. the way you try to muffle your shameful moans and try to blink back the tears that well up in your doe eyes just rile him up even more and makes him wanna fuck you even harder until your mind near breaks from all of the overwhelming pleasure assaulting your body.

𝙍𝙀𝙄𝘿 who fucks you with your ass pressed taut against his crotch while your head is buried in the silk pillowcase. while not seeing your cute face and adorable reactions to the drag of his cock inside your gummy walls isn't ideal for him, seeing your back arch as he hits your most pleasurable spots satisfies him enough. that and your butt just looks really cute with the way it bounces with each of his thrusts into you from behind.

the amount of times he's had you cockwarm him while he's doing his work has been so numerous that you've just lost count altogether. he doesn't seem a bit unbothered in the slightest with how tightly your walls pulse around him; only pressing kisses to your cheek every so often and telling you how adorable you are. he pretends to stretch out his legs, but in reality, he's only pushing his cock further in your insides and seeing how long it'll take before you start moaning.

𝙍𝙀𝙄𝘿 who fingers you under the table slyly without anyone noticing or picking up on the fact of how your body trembles with each of his fingers movements and how perfectly they rub up against your walls in just the right ways. he does warn you not to stain his tailor-made suit since he doesn't the rather lecherous rumors to swirl about behind his back. so he edges you for as long as he can, denying you your orgasm and building up your tension and frustration for...later use.

he has a daddy kink, but he's more teasing with, especially if you start moaning it by accident and, well, it takes him by surprise but he rolls with it and gives you what you want. tauntingly asking you " what do you want daddy to do, hm? and "speak up for daddy babe" because he knows, that sly bastard, that you're enjoying this far more than him, seeing as how you're chanting it in a lewd mantra, and, well, who is he to deny his baby what they want?

𝙍𝙊𝙔𝘾𝙀 who spoils you a little too much when he's pounding away into you, hugging you into his chest tenderly, or pressing flurry of kisses all over your face and chuckling to himself as you try, but fail, to hide your face from his soft lips. he is quick to bring you back to reality however, with one deep thrust angled perfectly, he has you moaning and reeling back in seconds.

he's such a hopeless romantic in bedーthe bedsheets showered with soft rose petals that sway with each thrust he makes into your hole or the lingering scent that sways in the dim room that leaves your head and vision heated and swirling. even while he's pounding away and rubbing against your walls in all the right ways, he still embraces you close and refuses to let go, even after he's exhausted both you and him.

𝙍𝙊𝙔𝘾𝙀 who would gladly be buried in between that adorable spot in between your legs all day if he could. he treats your cum like it's the sweetest of ambrosia's, drinking it up and getting drunk on your taste alone. he spends so long with his warm mouth attached to your quivering sex that he overstimulates you until you cum just from a swipe of his tongue or several strokes of his long fingers. it's to the point where he just stays there and won't even stick his cock inside unless you remind him.

he really likes 69-ing, and he isn't afraid to initiate it when he's engaging in foreplay with you. not only can he make you feel good with his warm mouth, you can suck him off as well! it ends up becoming a bit intense since he gets so into it that you end up cumming multiple times in a row just from his mouth alone. he doesn't fare much better, making hurried and small thrusts up into your tight throat and cumming down it as well.

𝙍𝙊𝙔𝘾𝙀 who sneaks into the bath with you, hugging you to his chest as he rests his chin on your wet shoulder. it isn't until a few moments after that you feel something hard prodding at your backside. he at least has the courtesy to ask if he can stick it in, his face uncharacteristically flushedーfrom either the warm steam or how aroused he is, you can't tell. all you can tell is that he slides his cock in carefully, but prefers keeping it snug inside your walls, the warm water soothing his nerves and calming him down.

teasing makeout sessions often devolve into heavy and heated sessions of him taking you against his plush loveseat, letting out high-pitched whimpers as your walls spasm around him. he tries to keep in his ever=rising voice by pressing his face into the crook of your neck while his hands fondle the rest of your body. when he feels more desperate, he'll lock his plush lips against yours, melding them together as he rocks his hips against yours.

𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙀 who buries his face in your shoulder while his hips buck up feverishly to meet yours, the only audible noises coming from him being grunts and groans, and his occasional whispers of sweet nothings. he doesn't verbally say it, but he loves it when you start stroking his messy white locks, softly humming from the pleasant sensations from your hand, and nuzzling up into the comforting warmth. it's such a wholesome contrast from the rather lewd activity you were engaged in moments before.

he has the habit of burying his face in between your legs, much to your embarrassment from how sudden it is. he treats your cum like its handmade ambrosia crafted by the heavens themselves, and he wouldn't exactly let such a delicacy go to waste. due to that, he ends up accidentally overstimulating you, causing you to cum inside of his awaiting mouth and leaving you breathless from how good it all felt. but sometimes he doesn't stop there and keeps going, gripping your hips to keep you in place while you squirm from the intense pleasure of his mouth wrapped around your quivering sex.

𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙀 who has you ride him because he doesn't want the possibility of accidentally hurting you, and also because he doesn't exactly know what's he doing. ah, don't worry, he won't make you do all the work by yourself, since he'll roll his hips upwards and grip your waist whenever your muscles tire from all the extra exercise. that and he likes sucking on your nipples while he's bucking his hips up into your welcoming heat, the extra stimulation seeming to excite him more.

he surprisingly likes being praised by you, especially when he's fucking you into the sheets, as he noticeably becomes more flushed from the gentle words. whether it be your fingers brushing through his messy white locks while he has his mouth on your dripping sex, or your hushed words as he thrusts up into the spot that makes you see stars, he appreciates and lives for your praises. especially when it's his first time ever pleasing you in such a way.

𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙀 who leaves behind cute love bites from his failed attempts to keep his noises in. you were too focused on the delicious pleasure of his cock sliding in and out and rubbing against all of your sweet spots that you hardly even notice them to begin with. but he does apologize the morning after, averting his eyes while his cheeks begin to heat up, and awkwardly offers to go fetch you anything. if you weren't so exhausted from last night, you'd have thought this was an entirely different person.

cumming inside of your tight and wet walls is such a treat for this man, since it makes him feel much more connected with you. he especially loves having his lips pressed up against your own, heavily kissing you like his life depends on it. the kiss not only takes your breath away and makes your mind dizzy from how rough it is, but also because his hips begin to thrust up into yours in a frenzied flurry like he's desperately chasing his orgasm.

𝙓𝙄𝘼𝙊 who causes a pretty tummy bulge to appear every time he fucks you cause he's just so damn big. it feels like you're gonna break every time he slides himself inside of you, and you cry from how damn full you feel just from his cock alone. and he doesn't exactly hide his arousalーhe keeps taunting you for each muffled cry and moan you try to suppress, and will slowly drag his fat cock against all of the right spots of your velvety walls.

the type to fuck you into a mating press until you're a fucked out mess. he loves the way you let out garbled moans as his cock reaches your deepest parts and how you try to desperately grab onto the thin sheets. it's to the point where it's becoming more common for him to fuck you like that each time the two of you get heated. you have to ask him to carry you around after because you can barely walk without your knees giving in.

𝙓𝙄𝘼𝙊 who won't stop stuffing you full with his cum each time he reaches his peak. he cums so much each time that it just spurts out whether there's no more room left inside of you, and it ends up dribbling down your legs. when he's about to reach his peak, he pulls you taut against his crotch, ensuring that you'll be stuffed full yet again. even after he's done for the time, you have to deal with the heavy feeling of his cum within the confines of your hole until you can clean out the milky liquid.

he has absolutely no shame in taking you out in semi-public areas where anyone could walk past and see him fucking you against the wall like you're a bitch in heat. you have to hold tightly onto him and lock your legs around him because if not for that, you'd have fallen onto the ground long ago. you end up burying your face in his broad shoulder because you sound like a whore with the way you're moaning each time he thrusts up into you.

𝙓𝙄𝘼𝙊 who facefucks you so rough that you have to pull your sore mouth away just to breathe. his cock is so thick and your jaw stings just from how wide you have to have your mouth when you suck him off. if it weren't for his occasional grunt and muscles straining, you'd think he was getting bored or something. when he cums, he keeps your pretty face taut against his crotch, telling you that you can't go wasting his precious seed now can you?

he is hardly ever gentle, much preferring to fuck your pretty hole until you can't feel your legs anymore and you have to lean against him for support. each time he slams himself inside of your tight walls you have to grip onto something and try and muffle your noises because you know you're going to moan like a bitch in heat if you even so much as open your mouth. he doesn't seem to really care, but on some occasions, he'll force any obstructions away so he can hear those pathetically cute moans of yours.

𝙕𝙃𝙐 who teasingly blows hot puffs of air into your ears as he cups your chin with his smooth hand, while his other busies itself with untying your loose night robes. when he finally loosens them enough, he wastes no time in dipping his hand inside, fondling whatever his hands can reach, especially your nipples, which he pinches and rolls in between his fingers. it's his favorite way of teasing you after being gone for nearly the entire day, and he has quite a lot of pent-up stress and frustration.

he loves how helpless you look when he's tied a silk ribbon around those doe-like eyes of yours, and how you squirm so pathetically underneath his firm grasp. he purposefully takes his timeーslowly savoring each of your reactions and rubbing the rough pads of his fingertips against your most sensitive spots. he slowly builds you up to your orgasm and will continue to push you and hold you down while he does so. he's such a tease, so don't expect to be let go until he's had his fun.

𝙕𝙃𝙐 who gets off to seeing his cum staining your pristine skin, now splattered with the thick milky liquid. while he's thrusting into your tight hole and about to cum, so he'll pull out and purposefully and hurriedly jerk himself off to completion. the way your pretty hole desperately clenches around nothing but air excites him, and he isn't exactly afraid to be vocal about his rather perverse interest. hell, he'll even shove his throbbing erection back inside just after you've cum just to feel your fluttering walls and to hear your adorable cries as you attempt to weakly push him away due to the sheer overstimulation.

he's so sly whenever you have your pretty lips wrapped around his thick length, cooing gently as he strokes your hair. the fact that you gag so much while trying to fully take him down your throat, now having to accommodate to having your throat being fucked open by something so foreign and thick. he actually praises you quite a bit when you're sucking him off, and does so even more if you swallow up all of his cum when he finally reaches his peak. the sight of his cum thinly splattered around the corners of your mouth gets him hard again and ready to go once more.

𝙕𝙃𝙐 who favors fucking you while he's standing up, perfectly capable of holding up your weight and being able to bounce you on his thick length simultaneously. he enjoys the way you desperately claw at his back and cry out as you're unable to run away from the onslaught of pleasure, and the way you cry out as the position allows for the pleasure to be amplified, so each time he fucks up into you, it just turns your brain into mush. that and he just thinks you're so adorable clinging onto him in such a lewd manner.

he near loses it when he feels your fingers tugging on his long coffee-brown locksーthe stinging sensation just has heat pooling down south faster than he can even acknowledge it. it doesn't matter if he has his mouth latched onto your twitching sex, or if he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow, he will go rougher. you can barely feel your legs afterward, and your vision is so blurry from the countless orgasms he wrenched out of you.

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