#rival 300

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

[witchywitchy19]

These two cant seem to separate from each other.

[cconfusedkat]

Hello again

Can you tell me about your characters relations in your Au??

-alz

HI ALZ!!!!!!!! jdsmshfsh ik uou sent this four hours ago m sorry this took forever me to do 😭😭😭😭 I COULDNT FIND THE WORDS TO DESCRIBE EACH OF THEIR RELATIONS SO I MADE CHARTS INSTEAD FHSMDSM I HOPE THEY MAKE SENSE

But theres two versions i made of their relations before the final battle (with mystic seller) and after the battle relations!! Plenty of build up happened in five years and continued to build up in the future :-DD heres the first pre fight after lamb/allure takes time to prepare mystic's last quest for them, along with getting the bishops to adjust properly in their new homes (but not quite a friendly way of going about it,,)

And then heres after!! They eventually get things sorted out, but the last two ex bishops that have the most complicated relations are probably shamura and narinder,, theres more npcs i wouldve included but theyre usually just the side characters FHSJDSNFN they all have different partners and families they built up too!!

While lamb and shamura are engaged, the others are engaged to the followers as well

Heket is engaged to Nana (a cow), Leshy is engaged to Yara (a yellow cat), Kallamar is engaged to the rest of his disciples (plus who is he to say no to the other followers asking for marriage LAMDOALFHEK hes happy to get attention and return the love back), Narinder is engaged to Nala and Vephar (a spider + a milipede), and lastly Shamura also happens to be in a qpr with Fetygre (a bull)

[perelka-l]

Allow me to explain:

I just saw it and my soul left my body and I couldn't think straight until I was done. Thank you for your attention.

[musubiki]

i just wanna say that feixiao and moze from hsr reminds me so much coffy! they even have similar hairstyles (kind of)! i'm crazy about how feixiao is this shining beacon of light to moze in his splash art. 😭

I ALSO THOUGHT THAT FEIXIAO REMINDED ME OF COCO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think its the gradient ponytail and cool lady attitude????? either way i didnt even notice her in mozes splash art at first thats a nice detail hehe

[arkos404]

i have these motifs for reigen and roshuuto and implemented in some level in pretty much everything ive done so i figured its about time i made an au especially for them, so, presenting, kitsune reigen and tanuki roshuuto

they know each other for a long time but arent nescessarily close, they bump into each other every couple of decades and catch up (mostly a competition to see whos better off), since theyre the only other yokai they know they (mostly by instigation by roshuuto) created some sort of rivalry. by the time the reigen manga starts they havent see each other for a long time but roshuuto recognized him from his scandal on tv and decided to drop by, the time after that is the longest theyve kept in contact

reigen was always intrigued by humans and eventually decided to try out living as a human (he already disguised himself as human pretty often but it was never for a long time), roshuuto once bumped into reigen while he was human and after explaning himself roshuuto tried out as well, after that they mostly stay human

[bcyhoods]

౨ৎ CECE’S THREE — HUNDO !

this celebration is now closed! the post will be updated every time i fulfill a request. you can find them attached below or in the characters’ respective master lists <3

super mega giggling and squealing! thank you so much for hanging out in my weird little internet garage and reading my silly little daydreams! in honor of this milestone, we’re starting a band😼 *disclaimer: this is not for a real band, this is just a theme. i cannot play an instrument.

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[alpha-mag-media]

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[lanfear-is-my-darkmistress]

Overall plot of of AAA episode 6:

Just a 300-year-old wet cat witch giving her long term crush/rival/baby mama/obsession/situationship, child a lesson about how murder is the answer.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

what compels you about the Lord howe island stick insect?

its supposed extinction was such a mundane tragedy, this entire population of insects on an isolated island wiped out by the unintentional introduction of rats aboard a ship. it's a fairly common byproduct of colonization, native species being outcompeted by rivals they never should have encountered at all. you so rarely hear about insects impacted by it though, because so few people care about insects even when they're dying out completely.

except they didn't die out. they were thought to be extinct for almost a century, until in 2003 researchers confirmed a surviving population on, of all places, Ball's Pyramid, a volcanic and inhospitable spire of rock twelve miles from Lord Howe Island. not an insurmountable distance, but pretty vast if you're a flightless stick bug. how did they even get out there? no one knows. but they were there, just 24 insects who were supposed to be dead all huddling under a shrub together.

researchers took four of them back to Australia to start breeding programs. at the Melbourne Zoo they've bred them in the thousands now, and they've started contingency programs at a few other zoos worldwide. they're still considered critically endangered, at tremendous risk of extinction, but there are cautious plans to start reintroducing them to Lord Howe Island, when it can be ascertained that the island will be safe for them. there are still European rats that need to be exterminated, and a fungus threatens the plants that the stick insects rely on. there's still a population on Ball's Pyramid, but it's perilously small. their future in the wild isn't certain by any means.

but they're alive, and there are thousands more of them than there would be if no one had gone looking for them. if all the stick insects on Ball's Pyramid get sick or drown or are eaten by seagulls tomorrow, there will still be Lord Howe Island stick insects in the world, and it's all because some people decided that these bugs deserve a second chance and dedicated their entire lives to giving them one. Paige Howorth, the director of invertebrate care and conservation at the San Diego Zoo, the first zoo to successfully breed the insects outside of Australia, said this:

My most vivid memory has to be the very surreal experience of flying back to the San Diego Zoo in 2016 with 300 critically endangered Lord Howe Island stick insect eggs in my backpack.... I’ll never forget counting out the eggs with the Melbourne wildlife health and care teams, who surface-sterilized them pre-flight, so that they could come home with me with a lowered risk upon hatching. The idea that we were finally bringing this incredibly rare species back to San Diego to make their global population a little more secure made me hug that backpack closer. And yes, I did take them to the bathroom with me on the flight. (x)

whenever people start rambling about how humanity is inherently evil or selfish or whatever I think about shit like this. a woman hugging a backpack full of 300 eggs close for a 13 hour flight, just to give some bugs a chance. imagine.

they're also called tree lobsters, which I think is just rad.

[gumblegoof-the-morally-grey]

I met Balthazar my rival in the marketplace today, we proceeded to have a battle of wits for 300 years until I reduced him to smoldering ash because I was bored

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[izzyy-stuff]

congratulations on 300 followers!! this is a bit of a wild one but reader is working as a stripper whilst in 3rd year of college to earn a bit of extra cash. the strip club is outside the city where she goes to college just to make sure she doesn’t run into anyone. but one day beomgyu’s friends drag him to the strip club and ofc he ends up seeing reader who is his academic rival. reader is forced to give him a lap dance upon his request just for the sake of earning some extra tips but eventually things get out of hand and they start fucking in front of everyone else. if you’re not comfortable with any of this pls feel free to ignore :)

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 - 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔

classmate!Beomgyu x fem!reader

in which Choi Beomgyu can't miss out on having his way with you, even if it means looking pathetic when he begs you to grind on him

wc 1.6k

warnings strip club setting, nipple play if you squint, dry humping, beomgyu cums in his pants, exhibition I'm pretty sure, lmk if I missed anything!

↪ izzy speaks... okay, I LOVED this request. Even though I changed up the last part and they didn't exactly fuck in front of everyone else, I still enjoyed this :3

this is not proofread!

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“I’m sorry! It won’t happen again!” 

You’re not sure anymore what you were doing. How low did you have to fall to be on your knees, begging not to get fired? “Yeah, yeah. Alright, get up,” your boss sighs, looking at the clock on the wall. “There’s a group of college kids in room four. Lea is there alone now, so go join her. Don’t be late again, though,” she warns you, and you immediately nod, promising it won’t happen ever again. 

You swallow hard as you close the door behind yourself, closing your eyes. No matter how filthy the job is, you need the money to pay for your studies. You can’t get fired. Not now when you finally learned the trick of how to get bigger tips. 

Whenever you were failing a subject in high school, you used to joke about becoming a stripper or finding a rich husband so you could drop out, but you never actually thought those thoughts would come to be your reality. Sure, you never dropped out and now do this just so you can stay in school, but it feels bizarre. 

You fix your top, making sure it still does its job and holds your breasts in place while showing enough skin. Your outfit is ridiculous, revealing more than you would want, but it does what it should. 

You take a deep breath before opening the door of room four, putting on a smile as you walk towards your coworker, who is currently dancing around the pole placed in the middle of the table with all five of the guys in the room having their eyes glued to her body. 

“Mind me joining you?” You speak softly, tracing your fingers along your coworker’s ass, slowly moving down to her thighs. “Oh, wow,” one of the guys breathes out, and it makes you roll your eyes. You just hope they don’t notice it. You glance their way, your eyes immediately widening when you notice the little too-familiar group of boys. Shit. 

How unlucky do you have to be? You made sure to choose a strip club in a town far enough so it would be impossible to meet any of the people you see every day in classes, so why on Earth is Choi Beomgyu sitting in room four with his friends? And what the fuck is he doing in a place like this in the first place? 

“Angel, are you okay?” Lea asks you quietly, making sure to use your club nickname so she wouldn’t give out your personal information. But it’s too late for that because you know damn well Beomgyu knows who you are. “I know them,” you admit, mentally slapping yourself to get professional again. “It’s fine, though,” you say, stepping back and turning to face them. “Do you think we can switch?” You try to be as quiet as possible when you speak to her, but Beomgyu seems to catch your words as he pulls out his wallet. “How much for a lap dance?” He wonders. Lea opens her mouth to answer, but before she can do so, he already has some money out, asking if it’s enough. That’s more than enough, you gasp, and Beomgyu scoffs when he sees your jaw practically on the floor. 

Lae takes a step back from the pole, about to get down from the table and do as he asked for, but he stops her. “Not from you,” he shakes his head. “But from her,” he points directly at you, making the guy–that you recognize as Choi Yeonjun–beside him laugh. “I definitely won’t mind a lap dance from you,” Yeonjun smirks towards your coworker. She sends you an apologetic smile before making her way to the redhead, leaving you to take up on Beomgyu’s request. 

You grit your teeth, walking to him. “Hi,” Beomgyu smiles, spreading his legs apart and leaning back so his back touches the couch. “They can call another girl here, right? Wouldn’t want to keep them all alone while I have my fun.” You frown, letting him know you’re not looking forward to this. “You can have your fun, and then I’ll move on to someone else,” you smile back at him, but your smile is as forced as it can be. “Don’t think so,” he proclaims, pulling you onto his lap. “What do you mean?” 

“I’m keeping you all to myself tonight.” 

He’s weird. Choi Beomgyu is a weirdo. For the first time since you got to know him, he isn’t showing off or trying to get a better grade than you, but he is still as annoying as ever. You glance to your side where Lea is, watching her do her job on Yeonjun’s lap while his three friends watch them, Huening almost fisting himself through his pants. “You want me to do the same?” He nods, grabbing the money he took out of his wallet before and sticking them between your boobs with a smirk. “That’s what I’m paying you for.” 

If your boss saw you, you are sure you would get fired on the spot. You keep trying to keep your distance, unable to look as sexy as you usually do when you know who your client is. You try to step back and think of it as finished, but Beomgyu holds your wrist, giving you a warning look before he pulls you back onto his lap, making you sit down. “I want a proper one. I’m not settling for this shy version you just did.” You gulp down, trying to find an excuse for yourself. “I can’t–” Your name leaves his lips, and you close your mouth. “I wanna see you do it properly.” 

You sigh, positioning yourself again. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, doing your best to forget that Choi Beomgyu is under you as you start your dance. This time, just like they taught you to. 

And that’s how you got yourself into the situation you are in now. You’re not sure how it all happened, honestly. You were just doing your job, a silly little lap dance, so how did that turn into rubbing your closed pussy on his boner? 

“Wait,” Beomgyu’s breath shakes as he looks around to see if his friends weren’t watching. He sighs when he sees them too busy with the pole dancer and another one of your coworkers that joined after Soobin’s request. “For what? Hm? Weren’t you the one humping the air seconds ago? Asking me to sit down and feel you?” You tease him, your hands on his shoulders. The material of your panties is thin, so there is no surprise your dripping cunt leaves stains on his pants, too. He doesn’t seem to care though, thrusting his hips up. 

He wouldn’t have ever thought he’d get himself into this situation. Being dragged to a strip club by his friends was one thing—but finding you there? Oh, was he in heaven? The look on your face when you noticed him, the way you refused even getting closer to him—all that was making his pants tighter already. He couldn’t let his chance go to waste, could he? His long-term crush in front of him, able to give him a lap dance, what better thing was there? So he took his chance, but he didn’t expect you to get his dick hard so easily. He didn’t think you’d get him so worked up or that you’d actually do as he pleases when he asked you to sit on him so he could feel you. 

The feeling of your wet panties on him, with your already-short skirt rolled up, and your boobs practically shoved in his face, he just couldn’t help himself and hump against you. He needed you. In every and any way he could get. 

“Can I touch you?” He whines as you grind on him again. You nod, not caring anymore what could happen after tonight with the two of you. You moan out when Beomgyu squeezes your breast in his hands, leaning closer to you so he can lick your nipple through your top. Your fingers wander on his chest, pushing him back against the couch as your movements get faster. You know you shouldn’t be doing this with a client of yours, especially with so many people around, but you can’t help it, knowing this is the only chance you’ll ever get to do anything like this with him. 

His hands move down to your waist, controlling your movements as he makes you grind on his lap, trying to stimulatingly thrust his hips against you. “Shit,” he groans out, his pace slowing down as he feels his dick twitch in his pants. He’s close, too damn close. But he can’t stop. He needs to feel you on him more. “Beom?” You speak up softly, but at that moment, his hands fall from your waist to his side, his head thrown back. You move back, glancing down at your bodies, and scoff. Choi Beomgyu just came in his pants because of you. 

That sounds like something you should write in your diary. 

“Do you work tomorrow?” He asks, trying to recollect himself as he brushes his hair off his face to see better. “No,” you shake your head, taking a moment to breathe. You don’t want to get up from him. “Do you know where I live?” You frown. “No?” 

“Can I come to your house then?” The puppy eyes he gives you make you even more confused. “Why?” 

“I’ll pay you. Just let me do this again naked,” he pleases, looking around the room. “With less people around.” 

Your eyes widen, trying to make sense of what he is saying. You don’t understand him, but you nod either way. You want to know where this goes. 

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[amongemeraldclouds]

How Theodore Nott looks at you when

Warning: some are spicy

…you tell him you’ll be a good girl for him.

Theo: That’s right, who owns you? You: Only you, caro. You can do whatever you want to me. Theo: Is that so? Get down on your knees and show me just how good you can be. *Unbuckles his belt*

…you’re getting high together.

You: You’re looking at me funny, Nott. Am I growing wings from my ears? Sharp horns on my forehead? What do you see? Theo: No, it’s so much worse.

He just realized he’s falling in love with you.

…you hand him a cigarette.

He looks into your eyes as if he can confess his feelings for you with a look. Perhaps he will start by asking you to go with him to the Yule Ball.

…you’re rivals and you boast about one of your achievements, telling him how much better you are than him.

Theo: You better shut that mouth of yours or else I’ll fuck that attitude out of you. You: Oh please, you’re all talk. I’d like to see you do your worst. Theo: Oh bella, be careful what you wish for.

He moves closer to you and you take steps back until you realize he has you backed into a wall.

…you’re studying together in his dorm and he falls asleep.

You think he’s so beautiful and you can’t help but whisper the words that drums the very beat of your heart. “I love you, Theo.” It’s safe enough to admit it when he’s asleep anyway. He can chalk it up to a dream.

Little do you know he’s a light sleeper and the words registered in his mind, waking him better than any alarm clock or coffee can. How can it not when it’s the very words he’s been wishing to hear for years? The irony was not lost on him that he just had a dream come true.

✿ Masterlist | 300 words

A/N: Credits to @rafesslxt for this post format ♡

[nerdlvr]

lee haechan's masterlist

aka hyuck , either acts 5 or 50 , obssessed boyfriend , deez nuts jokes 24/7

ᰔ : fluff , ✩ : smut , 𖦹 : angst , ⟡ : suggestive ,

*(this masterlist contains mature content)*

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~blurbs (>300 words)

ᰔ moles

kissing boyfriend haechan's moles

ᰔ clingy

night routine with your clingy boyfriend haechan.

ᰔ baking

your best friend haechan can't bake sweets, but that doesn't matter, he's the sweetest in your heart *request

ᰔ tummy loving

husband haechan giving your tummy kisses.

ᰔ t-shirt

boyfriend haechan in your shirt.

ᰔ cherry chapstick

haechan wishes he could taste your sweet lips.

ᰔ ignored

ignoring boyfriend haechan every time he wants a kiss has its benefits.

⟡ birthday sex

tiny idea of haechan's take on birthday sex.

ᰔ⟡ nerd kiss

nerd haechan's first kiss. aka pt.1 of pussy drunk nerd

✩ foot rub

haechan is the type to rub your feet in missionary. *request

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~longer fics (400+ words)

ᰔ⟡ possessive

sometimes having a hot girlfriend is a struggle. ft. chenle *request

ᰔ chocolate covered strawberries

best friend haechan doesn't know how to ask you out, so you give him a push. *request

ᰔ hands

you can't stop staring at best friend haechan's hands. *request

✩ pussy drunk nerd

nerd haechan can't get enough of your sweet cunt. aka pt.2 of nerd kiss

✩ he likes your tits

boyfriend haechan loves your tits, especially when you're riding him. *request

✩ mommy

it's obvious that whiny haechan has a mommy kink. *request

✩ pussy drunk

there's nothing haechan loves more than eating your pussy. *request

✩ mr.lee

you're his secretary and boss haechan is jealous.

✩ 10 points for hufflepuff !

you're a slytherin and haechan's a hufflepuff. why not fuck in snape's classroom? ft. renjun and jeno *request

✩ camgirl

best friend haechan fingers you during one of your livestreams.

*request

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~headcanons (bullet points of idea)

ᰔ roommates

just your typical roommate, except for the fact he has a crush on you.

ᰔ roommates pt.2

just your typical roommate again, except now he's making moves.

ᰔ boyfriend

just little things boyfriend haechan would do.

✩ pervert

things pervert haechan would do. *request

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~smaus (fake twitter posts and messages)

ᰔ best friend texts

random texts from best friend haechan that's in love with you.

ᰔ boyfriend texts

random texts with boyfriend haechan.

ᰔ academic rivals

haechan has to be the most annoying academic rival... at least he's cute.

ᰔ⟡ friends with benefits

clingy friend with benefit haechan thats secretly in love with you. *request

ᰔ academic rivals pt.2

continuation of academic rival haechan.

ᰔ⟡𖦹 blooming hearts (smau)

enemies to lovers with the flower shop owner across the street.

ᰔ academic rival pt.3

academic rival haechan that is now also your boyfriend. *request

ᰔ⟡ friends with benefits pt.2

falling in love with clingy friend with benefit haechan *request

ᰔ⟡𖦹✩ zoom , click , panic !

you're a camgirl and haechan's a virgin nerd photographer, what could go wrong? ft. all the dreamies

ᰔ⟡ daddy

a glimpse into dealing with husband/dad haechan! *request

ᰔ✩ first time

nerd haechan bragging to the dreamies about losing his v-card. ft. the dreamies *request

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[tooweirdforyou]

Camera Ready » P*rnstars! Tokyo Revengers x F! Reader » pt. 2

A/N : mmh. This will be inspired around self-made p*rnstars..? Like cam boys and only fans members who then become famous p*rnstars.

Enjoy! :3

part one ! w. toman boys.

-

Naturally, alongside Toman were many other companies that housed great stars, like Bonten, Valhalla, Black Dragons, etc.

They all worked as their own companies with their own stars, rivaling with one another as some stars tend to bounce companies.

And well, while some may have auditioned to become the famous ones we know today, others were self-rising who were then sought out to join particular companies.

Let’s meet some of them, shall we?

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First of all, our very own cam-boy starter, Sanzu Haruchiyo?

Originally all by his lonesome, he’s one of those typical twitter link boys, who hide their face. He either wears a mask or his camera cuts off the angle of his head as he’s pleasuring himself.

The OG camboy.

Sanzu is the type to use anything and everything, if people make the right donations.

$300? Vibrators.

$500? Anal.

More if you wanted extras, such as bondage, begging, etc.

But one thing he’ll always end up doing? Sanzu is a whimperer.

He’ll be biting his lip as he’s fisting his hand hard and fast, his hips thrusting and the string of whimpers that escapes him as his cum leaks onto his fingers.

“H-Hah.. Hn.. f..fuck.. i’m cumming..”

Gains a large following within weeks, people throwing their money at him and helping themselves to the sexy, intoxicating entertainment he provides every week.

Has thought about bringing others onto his streams, maybe doing something on camera with them but hasn’t really found someone who he wants or is also comfortable with it.

Maybe he’ll ask a fellow camboy/girl or maybe a famous pornstar?

He definitely had tons of volunteers in his chats and dms but he wasn’t about to do this with a stranger, no matter the money they donated.

It definitely didn’t take long for porn companies to start offering contracts with Sanzu, who hasn’t taken any of them yet but who knows, maybe he will.

But for now, Sanzu will always be a camboy first.

Also, favorite position/thing to do, Sanzu loves to edge himself. No feeling like the one where he's just on the brink of cumming, just to stop right before. It gives him such a thrill when he starts up once again.

“Heh, thanks for 500, @delinquentlover. Maybe I’ll dedicate this next one just for you~”

—

Time to move on to our one and only, Kisaki Tetta.

Wherever he signed his name off on to be part of the company, knows what they just discovered in their care.

Kisaki Tetta is a star no man can even dream to be.

Something so.. charming. So mysterious. So intoxicating.

He has the women completely entranced by him, and is often doing threesomes or more, due to the amount of women who beg to be with him, just to feel his touch.

He’s not exactly a gentleman but he’s incredibly charismatic, even though he has such an intense demeanor and dominating aura, he’s soft-spoken and praises, and it makes women weak in the knees.

Kisaki, if he’s not with his significant other, his favorite position is sitting back on a chair, throne of sorts, and watching as the women sit on their knees below him.

Or, he would love to have a woman sucking him off, pleasuring him while another sits on his face, and by god is his tongue a sin to experience.

“That’s right, my ladies~ take this cock.. fuck, just like that.. you’re doing so good.”

—

And now we have the man that goes by, Shuuji Hanma.

Now, i’ve said that Baji from Toman Industries was a beast, but Hanma is on another level.

Any woman who has the opportunity to be involved with Hanma are never the same. And honestly, he never works with the same woman twice unless he deems them worthy and that was quite rare.

Which means all those women are always crawling back on their knees for him, begging to be filled up once again by his monster cock that every viewer gets the pleasure to see on screen.

He’s not actually contracted to one single company, he’s his own man who chooses who, when and where he works and he’s got offers every pornstar can only dream of.

And the way he works? By god, by the time filming is over, the women are unable to even speak, let alone walk. If they had any other scenes, filming was always cut short for the day.

Hanma wouldn’t care, he’d just grin at the state they’re in before heading to his private room to shower and head out.

Pressing his partner against any surface, bending them over while his hand wraps around their neck like a necklace, is his favorite position.

“Oh? You want me to stop? Is it too much for you, princess?~ Heh, why don’t you beg?”

—

Now we have a personal fan favorite, brothers, Ran and Rindou Haitani.

These brothers don't typically follow any rules, often doing what they want.

Kind of flips between camera boys and working in a company, depending on the situation they feel. They prefer more of an official setting over standing in front of a camera live, though.

Most of the women they work with are pretty intimidated because the brothers usually work together, and it can be pretty intense.

Ran is a huge tease usually and Rindou sometimes looks after the woman when filming is finished but regardless of what happens in the end, if the brothers decide to postpone or pack up and leave, the producers can’t complain.

Honestly, ratings have only increased the more the brothers are on camera so what they say goes.

Together, Ran typically takes the back entrance while Rindou takes the front, with Rindou the one underneath the woman while Ran is behind. However they do like having both of them inside the woman’s pussy at once, the sounds of her screams like music to their ears.

Separately, Ran likes to do doggy style, more preferably if the woman arches her back and her face is shoved into the pillow or the sheets, muffling her screams as he goes rough and hard, a grin plastered over his face and feels the woman squirting.

Rindou prefers missionary, surprisingly enough. He seems like such a simple man, and his favorite thing to do is having the woman’s legs up on his shoulders, placing kisses on her ankle while he’s thrusting into her.

“My, what a mess you’ve made.. how naughty..”

“You sound so pretty.. Say my name.. beg me for more.”

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No one is any prettier than our Seishu Inui.

Inui first began as a camera boy, a lone streamer because someone talked him into it. He didn't think it would do anything, and he hid his face at first, but he was much more popular than expected.

And when he accidentally let his face slip into camera view while stroking himself and tossing his head back, his following skyrocketed.

People loved his looks and eventually he gained the attention of a few companies who took him in with a contract, and Inui was now a pornstar.

A loved, incredible one at that. He wasn't very expressive, even when he's cumming, he doesn't express very much, but he was kind and very sweet to the people he worked with.

Such an aftercare god, wow. Once the cameras cut, he won’t show it, but actions speak louder than words after all, so he’ll hand his partner a bottled water and ask if they’re alright, apologizing for being so rough. <3

Oh, and his favorite thing to do? Inui loves burying his head between a woman's thighs. Gripping the thighs i between his fingers, squeezing them as he laps them up. Having the slick juices of his partner painting his chin, making his face a canvas, is the sexiest feeling alive.

"So fuckin' delicious... I'll never get enough of this pretty pussy.."

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And last but not least, the guy that does what it takes for cash, Hajime Kokonoi.

Also a camera boy turned pornstar. Kokonoi didn’t hesitate to take the first high offer he was given and he knew how to bargain for a better contract too.

He knows his worth, so if he doesn’t feel like doing something, you know damn well he wasn’t going to.

And the producers couldn’t do jack shit, Kokonoi was one of their best stars. He was intuitive, confident and often knew what was best to film next to bring in ratings and more money for the contract, because it meant more money for him.

Every woman who works with him loved him and he always knew what the audience wanted next, who was the best to work with and used it to his advantage.

Within a few weeks, Kokonoi was one of the top stars in the entire industry, one of the highest paid nonetheless.

Koko's favorite position is cowgirl/reverse cowgirl. Either view, he gets to enjoy the bouncing of a woman's breasts or the jiggle of her ass, and it means he can lay back and enjoy the show.

"Fuck, just like that baby.. smile for the camera, gorgeous, you're live right now.. Bet you like that, don't ya? Riding my cock like the good girl you are. Such a good girl f'me~"

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a/n : um.. hi i have no words. I feel so bad being on and off again on tumblr. I really just wanna start a new acc lowkey. IM SO SORRY.

sorry these are so short but i hope you enjoy! <3

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❝ all that matters, j. burrow. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: joe burrow will always be a stubborn, ohio boy. even when his wife's brother is a 4-time nba champion for the cav's rival team.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: this was a cute request sent in by an anon. i had so much fun writing this one. might turn this into a cute little mini-series that i revisit every now and then, we'll see though.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: fluff, some language, joe wears cavs colors to a warriors home game.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: joe burrow x curry!reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 3k.

You leaned into the bathroom mirror, your hazel eyes scrutinizing the smudge of mascara you had just applied. It was a rare evening when you had the luxury to play around with your makeup products; the rigors of your soccer schedule usually had you rushing from the pitch to your London flat and back without much time to breathe. But tonight, you had promised Joe something special: a date night.

The youngest of the Curry siblings, you had grown up in the shadow of your older brother's fame, but now you were a star in your own right, a forward for Chelsea FC, making waves across the pond.

Your honey-blonde hair, the result of your most recent self-care Thursday, was pulled into a sleek ponytail, and you adjusted your custom Warriors letterman jacket with a smile. It was a nod to your brother and the Curry family's accomplishments, but more importantly, it was a declaration of where your allegiance lay tonight.

Joe emerged from the walk-in closet, grinning wide as his blue eyes crinkled, wearing a wine and gold vintage Cavs shirt underneath a black jacket. "Ready to rep the O-H-I-O?" he teased with a flex of his muscular arms.

You rolled your eyes, playfully swatting at him with a laugh. "You're insane for wearing that in the Chase Center, Joe. The Warriors' fans are going to eat you alive."

Joe shrugged, unbothered. "I'm not worried. Besides, it's just a game, right?" He winked, the singular dimple in his cheek deepening, and you couldn't help but smile back. Your fun rivalry was all part of your dynamic, a playful tug-of-war that had begun when you first started dating and had only intensified as your respective athletic careers had taken off.

"Steph's gonna kill you, babe." You laughed as Joe spun around, striking a pose in the middle of your luxurious hotel room.

Joe chuckled, pulling you closer. "Nah, he'll love it. Besides, I'm not scared of a little trash talk. I've faced down 300-pound linebackers, I can handle some rowdy Warriors fans." He kissed your forehead lightly, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. You had been married for a year now, but with the distance and your hectic schedules, moments like these felt like a first date all over again.

You stepped out of the hotel and into the brisk San Francisco night, the air buzzing with the electricity of game day. The lights of the Oracle arena shone like a beacon, a stark contrast to the darkness beyond. Fans were already streaming in, slightly tipsy, jerseys donned, and voices raised in chants. The air was thick with the smell of popcorn and pretzels, the sweet scent of victory and hope.

Your Uber pulled up, and Joe held the door open for you, flashing a grin. "Ladies first," he said with a dramatic bow, which earned him a coy eye roll in return. You climbed in, the leather seats cool against your skin, and headed towards the stadium.

"You know, if you keep that up, people might think you have a crush on me," you quipped, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you stuffed into the backseat of the sedan.

Joe leaned in, whispering, "But what if I do?" His breath tickled your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You giggled, swatting him away, the warmth of his touch lingering.

As you approached the arena, the crowd grew denser, a sea of blue and yellow interspersed with a few brave souls in wine and gold. Joe pointed each group of Cavs fans out to you who simply rolled your eyes in return. You made your way to your courtside seats, the anticipation of the game mingling with the excitement of your date night. Ayesha and the kids sat upstairs in their family suite, recognizing that the excitement of the floor would be too much for little Caius. The arena was a cauldron of noise, fans stomping their feet, the echoes of their chants reverberating through the rafters.

Your heart swelled with pride as you caught sight of your brother, Steph, warming up on the court. His movements were fluid, a silent symphony of skill and athleticism. You knew Joe was watching him with a mix of admiration and competitive spirit. Despite being from different sports, they shared a deep respect for one another's talent.

As you settled into your seats, the Jumbotron blazed to life, displaying a montage of the players' faces. When Joe's filled the screen, the crowd booed playfully at the sight of his Cavaliers jersey, and Joe laughed amusedly, soaking in the attention. You elbowed him gently, whispering, "You're asking for it." He just grinned wider, his amusement more pronounced than ever.

Your face was displayed after his, and the stadium erupted in cheers, a wave of love that washed over you, making you feel both awe-struck and invincible. You smiled in acknowledgment, flashing a shy grin that could only be described as uniquely 'Curry'. The contrast between Joe's jeers and your cheers made you both laugh.

The game tipped off, and the atmosphere was electric. You were in your element, both of you were used to the roar of the crowd and the thrill of competition. The Warriors played with a finesse that was a testament to their unrivaled teamwork. Meanwhile, Joe remained unfazed by the glares of the die-hard fans around you, occasionally throwing a peace sign or a thumbs up, his charm doing wonders to lighten the tension.

You watched your brother closely, your heart racing every time he had the ball. Each shot he took was a masterclass in precision, and each pass was silent communication with his teammates that seemed almost telepathic. Despite the noise of the arena, you could hear the sweet symphony of sneakers squeaking against the gleaming hardwood, the swish of the net, and the thump of bodies colliding. It brought you back to your childhood, watching your father play in arenas just like this one, and then your brothers in their AAU leagues.

Joe's hand found yours, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your palm, grounding you in the present. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I know you're enjoying this, but don't forget we're still on a date."

You turned to look at him, your smile brightening slightly. "You're right," you conceded, tearing your eyes away from the mesmerizing dance of athletes on the court. You shared a kiss, quick and sweet, that seemed to echo in contrast to the pulse of the game around them.

The second half began, and the Warriors picked up the pace. Each basket scored brought the stadium to its feet, and the air was charged with excitement. The tension grew as the clock ticked down, the score neck and neck. Joe, despite his jovial exterior, couldn't hide the tension in his grip on your hand.

Your eyes remained glued to the game, your heart racing with every play. You felt a strange kinship with the players on the court, a shared understanding of the blood, sweat, and tears that went into every win and loss. Your mind drifted to your own training sessions, the countless hours spent perfecting your craft, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for your brother's success.

The third quarter ended with a dramatic buzzer-beater, and the stadium went wild. The energy was intoxicating, a heady mix of adrenaline and anticipation. As the players took their seats, the kiss cam made its reappearance. Though the two of you had been lucky enough to evade the cameraman the first round, this time, it found you this time around. The crowd's cheers were mixed with good-natured jeers at Joe's persistent loyalty to his Ohio roots when he appeared on the Jumbotron again.

Joe leaned over, whispering, "I dare you," his eyes alight with challenge. Without missing a beat, you turned to him, your own eyes twinkling. The cameraman hovered above you, waiting. And just as the spotlight hit your faces, you leaned in for a kiss that was more passionate than any you had shared in public before. The crowd erupted into applause, and even the die-hard Warriors fans couldn't help but cheer for the star-studded couple.

Your kiss played out on the giant screen, and even Steph couldn't resist looking over from the bench, shaking his head in feigned disapproval. The sight of your brother's amusement only made your heart swell more. You were a family of champions, bound by love, competition, and a shared love for the sports that had defined your lives.

The final quarter was a battle royale, with each team fighting tooth and nail for every point. The tension in the arena was palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. Joe was on the edge of his seat, his eyes never leaving the court, even as he held onto your hand tightly. You, too, were absorbed in the game, your nails biting into your palm as you willed the Warriors to victory.

As the last minutes ticked away, the score remained tight. The crowd was a blur of color and noise, a symphony of hope and nerves. Then, in a moment of pure magic, Steph took the ball, dribbled around two defenders, and launched a fadeaway three-pointer that swished through the net, giving the Warriors a lead that would ultimately seal the deal. The stadium exploded in a cacophony of cheers and high-fives, and you jumped to your feet, screaming with pure elation.

Joe leaned back, a look of mock defeat on his face. "Well, I guess the Currys wins again." He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his smile unwavering.

You couldn't help but laugh, pushing your husband's shoulder playfully. "You say that like it's a surprise," you teased, nudging him with your shoulder. "You married into a family that doesn't like losing. Get used to it."

The final buzzer rang out, echoing through the arena, and the Warriors emerged victorious. The sea of fans around you surged to their feet, a wave of euphoria crashing over them. The Jumbotron played highlights from the game, and Joe couldn't resist pointing out every time the camera caught him looking less than thrilled. "Look at this face," he said with a chuckle, "It's like I'm at a funeral."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't wipe the smug smile from your face. "You're just salty," you said, leaning into his side. "It's okay, you have to lose sometimes. It builds character."

Joe squeezed your hand, his competitive spirit not quite letting him admit defeat. "Yeah, yeah," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. "I'll just have to beat you at something later to make up for it."

The stadium lights dimmed, and the players made their way to the locker rooms. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and victory, the cheers slowly morphing into a low murmur as fans made their way out. The arena staff began to clean up, and the reality of the night's end set in.

You and Joe waited patiently for the crowd to thin out before being escorted down the tunnel alongside a few other Warriors' family members. As you approached the waiting area, you spotted your sister-in-law Ayesha settling baby Caius in her arms. Your nieces Rylie and Ryan were engaged in a hand game with your nephew Canon, mysteriously all fully awake in anticipation of seeing their father and auntie.

"Is that the Currys?" You called out, your voice a mix of excitement and fatigue. You haven't had much time to spend with the kids since your move to London so any chance to see them was a blessing. Ayesha's face lit up as she saw the two of you approaching.

"Hey, Joe," she said with a knowing smile, eyeing his outfit. "You're a brave man."

Joe grinned back, his confidence unshaken as he leaned over to embrace her warmly. "I'm an Ohio boy, Ayesha. I wear my colors proudly."

You stepped forward, kissing Ayesha's cheek then Caius'. "How did the little ones survive the game?"

"They're all about the snacks, not the score," Ayesha said, her own eyes sparkling with mirth. She handed Caius to his aunt, and the baby's tiny hands reached for your letterman jacket. The sight of your brother's name and number on the back of his onesie made you chuckle.

"He looks just like Steph, square head and everything," you said, bouncing the baby in your arms. Caius gurgled happily, oblivious to the sports allegiances swirling around him. The three other children's laughter filled the otherwise empty tunnel, a reminder of the joy that these games brought to your lives, beyond the wins and losses.

"What's going on, champ?" Joe offered a fist bump to Canon as he knelt down to the kids' level, Rylie and Ryan flanking his sides with hugs of their own. Canon's eyes widened with excitement as he attempted to recount every thrilling play of the game in dramatic fashion, his enthusiasm bubbling over like a pot of boiling water.

You couldn't help but feel a tug at your heartstrings. Despite the chaos of your lives, these moments with your family grounded you. You looked over at your brother, who was signing autographs and taking selfies with fans. His eyes met yours, and you knew he felt the love too.

"You guys have fun?" Stephen asked, making his way over to the group of you with a bounce in his step. His oldest three children took off in his direction, their laughter bouncing off the walls of the tunnel like the echoes of the game.

"Always fun to watch you kick butt," Joe said, giving him a hug that was half squeeze, half pat on the back.

Steph grinned, his teeth gleaming against his tanned skin. "Thanks, man. Always a pleasure to send your sorry-ass fan club home where they belong." He clapped Joe on the back, the teasing glint in his eye never fading.

You hugged your brother tightly, feeling the warmth of his post-shower skin against your cheek. "Great game, Wardell," you murmured into his ear, the sound of his government name falling off your lips drawing a scowl from the basketball player.

"Don't start with that," he spoke back, his voice a mix of affection and annoyance. He took another moment to greet his wife and infant son before turning his attention back to Joe. "No seriously, how you gonna wear that in my house?" He nodded towards Joe's shirt, feigning disgust.

Joe just laughed, shaking his head. "I gotta represent, even if it's in enemy territory."

Steph rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his amusement. "As long as you keep that one in line," he nodded towards you who simply kissed your teeth, "I'll forgive you."

"I'll do my best," Joe replied, looping an arm around your waist. "She's quite the handful most days. But luckily for her, she's got good taste in quarterbacks," he added, planting a kiss on your cheek.

The adults shared a laugh, your bonds unbreakable despite your playful arguing. The night was still young, and the promise of more teasing and laughter lay ahead. The tension of the game had been a welcome distraction from your daily routines, but now, as you stepped into the cool San Francisco Bay breeze, the reality of your careers crashed back in.

You knew your time was limited; tomorrow, you'd be back in the grind, preparing for your upcoming training camp with the US Women's National Team. But for now, you cherished every second with Joe and your family, the joy of the victory still buzzing in your veins.

As you made your way out of the arena, the cool night air greeting you like a refreshing splash of water, you whispered into Joe's ear, "Thank you for flying out with me. It means a lot."

Joe looked down at you, his blue eyes warm with affection. "Anything for my favorite girl."

"You got more than one girl, Burrow?" You teased with a squint of your eyes, a smirk playing on your lips.

"Just you and the football, baby." He whispered back. You strolled down the crowded streets, the distant echo of the game still reverberating in your ears, mixing with the chatter of the fans leaving the arena.

"Unless you have something you wanna tell me?" He continued with his low whisper, his thumb brushing across your stomach as he held your waist delicately. The conspiratorial tone hinted at his most persistent wish in the last few months, one that had become a running joke between the two of you.

You playfully elbowed him. "Don't start with me, Joe. You haven't upgraded yourself to baby daddy yet." But the smile on your face gave away your secret longing. The thought of a baby had been a topic of gentle teasing and hopeful glances for a while now. It was a future you both craved, but one that had to wait until your schedules allowed.

You continued to walk in comfortable silence, the cacophony of the city blending into the background. The night was alive with the glow of streetlights reflecting off the pavement, the distant honks of cars, and the occasional cheer from a passing fan. As you approached your Uber, Joe paused, looking around at the bustling streets of San Francisco.

"You know, I could get used to this," he mused, his eyes taking in the scenery. "Maybe we should get a place out here."

You looked up at him, your smile growing. "You'd leave the Bengals for me?"

"Woah, I didn't say all that," Joe chuckled, shaking his head. "But maybe a second home wouldn't be the worst idea." His eyes searched yours, hopeful and playful all at once.

You felt the weight of his words, the hint of a future where your paths didn't have to be so separate. "We'll see," you said, your voice softer than you intended. The thought of having Joe all to yourself away from the bustle of his Cincinnati fame was tempting, but you knew your careers weren't going anywhere, not soon enough for the two of you to seriously consider a second home anyway.

You slid into the Uber, the cool leather a stark contrast to the warmth of Joe's hand in yours. You leaned your head against his shoulder, watching the city lights blur by, feeling the gentle rhythm of his breath against your hair.