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hiiii could you do something like donnie darko and reader being aged up in college and while they're having sex he begs her to take the condom off like "just the tip, please..." "i'll pull out" and she agrees but they get so horny doing it that she asks him to cum inside her 😫
That's so hot, I didn't even gave it any context, straight up smut under the cut, sorry 😭
Warnings: unprotected sex (its only hot on the internet, in real life it can ruin your life, come on), kinda sub!Donnie, creampie, cum-eating <3
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"Nevermind." He shook his head quickly.
"Come on, baby, let me hear it..." you begged, as you kissed his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine.
You knew what he was going to ask. But you wanted to hear it from him. The idea of him suggesting it made it hotter... Maybe you were the one who forgot to buy the condoms... completely forgot.
"I mean, we don't have to but..." he was so nervous, it was adorable. "But I really really miss you and you... you're on the pill, right?"
"Yes, I am." Your mouth went down, kissing his neck. Teeth sinking into his sensitive skin, driving him crazy enough to say the words.
"Please, baby..." he whined. "I promise I'll pull out, I promise..."
"Wanna fuck me raw, pretty boy?" You stopped everything to look in the eyes. You wouldn't forgive yourself if you missed the way his cheeks turned bright pink.
"Only if... if it's okay." He said shyly.
"It's okay, baby." You agreed, and you could feel his tense body relax a little. "You'll pull out, won't you?"
"I will, fuck..." he murmured as he pushed you down on the bed.
You smirked as you watched him struggle to get rid of his clothes. Then of yours. The two of you had been busy with exams and everything, so it has been weeks since the last time you had any kind of intimacy. That usually led to fully clothed sex and Donnie blowing his load embarrassingly quick, but not that night... you were letting him not use a damn condom. It had to be special. He wanted to enjoy every second of it. That's why he got you fully naked, laying on your back as he climbed on top.
The second he slid his cock inside, he lost it. I mean... if we're being honest, it didn't even feel that different, but it was the idea of it all that drove him crazy. The way he felt your wetness coat his cock for the first time, nothing separated you. It was a whole other level of connection.
"Donnie..." you moaned. "What are you doing, baby?"
He stopped everything and looked at you with a heartbreaking expression. You weren't enjoying it? Did you prefer it with the condom? Would he never be able to do it again?
"You can't go all the way in, what if you don't pull out in time?" You gave him a worried look.
"Hm... yeah, you're right." He said a little disappointed, pulling out.
He entered you again, but not as deep. Then started thrusting. At the point, he felt like anything would be enough, he just needed you.
"Yes, baby... fuck..." you encouraged him. "Cock so big, I don't need all of it... just the tip hits it so good, oh my god..."
You meant it. The head of his cock was hitting a special spot inside you and it was delicious. Your words made him curse under his breath and go faster.
But who were you trying to fool? No matter how dominant you may seem to Donnie, he had you fucking cockdrunk every single time. No matter how much you pretended you had control of the situation, the way his cock hit it over and over again had you curling your toes for him. The way you anticipated finally feeling his load inside you made you forget about your own pleasure. And soon enough, you were the one who was moaning pathetically under him.
"Feels so good, Donnie, so good... fucking missed this cock... don't stop, don't stop..."
That knot in your stomach, indicating you were close, made it hard to notice it, but as soon as your pussy started to squeeze his cock, he was deeper than he had ever been.
You came on his cock moaning loudly. It had been so long... your mind was dizzy and you only got out of it when you heard him crying out.
"Oh no, fuck..." he looked at you absolutely desperate. "No, I can't stop, feels too good..."
"No, Donnie, you have to pull out..." you mocked him, at the same time as you crossed your legs on his back, holding him tightly, making it impossible for him to pull out, even of he was strong enough too.
"I'M CUMING, I'M CUMING RIGHT NOW" he shut his eyes as he realized it was too late.
His hips thrusted in you hard enough to leave bruises. He came until he couldn't think anymore. Then he collapsed on top of you.
"Baby, I'm so sorry, I couldn't..."
"Pull out, Donnie."
"It's too late..." he was so afraid you would be mad, maybe break up with him...
"Pull out, trust me." You insisted.
He removed himself from you and you sat up. The two of you looked down.
"Look at that..." you watched his cum dripping out of your hole. "Came so fucking deep I had to push it out..."
He was pale. You didn't seem mad... you were smiling...
"I couldn't help it, felt so good." He explained.
"I know, baby, it really did." You chuckled. "But that was really irresponsible..."
"I'll fix it." He smirked. "I'll clean this mess up before you can get knocked up, okay?"
Before you knew, your legs were resting on his shoulders as he ate you out hungrily.
It definitely happened again once or twice before one of you were able to go get some condoms... I mean... you were very busy these days...
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Hi I loved the fic you just wrote about austin catching Elvis 🥵🥵🥵 do you think we could get a part 2 where Elvis is grinding on Austin’s thigh while he wears the leather pretty please with a cherry on top? 🥺 I LOVEEEE your writing thank you thank you thank youuuu!!!!!
ty for the request!!!! hope u enjoy <3 just a sprinkle of sub!e in there for ya just cause i love him very much
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elvis did not ask for this.
he really did not ask for this.
out of all the places he could have turned up in, it had to be another man's apartment. now, he was stuck there, waking up and being forced to look at his now best friend's face every single morning.
it confused him. everything was confusing. his feelings, his sexuality, everything. why did his best friend have to be….so hot?
for the longest time, he could get away with escaping to his bedroom and getting himself off because austin decided to wear a crop top around the house. or that time he came home in biker gear from one of the movies he shot.
austin was the cause of him waking up with sticky sheets, it was embarrassing almost. he liked women goddammit!
but then he got caught. and since that day, it's been weird. they didn't even discuss it. they went on like normal. whatever though, austin was probably just bluffing about the leather pants he said he had. it was just a spur of the moment thing. he had to give them back, right?
wrong, apparently.
elvis was fine. he was accepting this weird, new lifestyle and feelings of his. but he felt himself spiral when austin walked through the front door wearing those leather pants that started this whole mess. he choked on his coke the moment he walked in, giving his chest a few hits with his fist to stop himself from choking on the fizzy drink.
austin looked over at him, an eyebrow raised. “you alright?”
“uh huh.” elvis replied all too fast, trying to keep his eyes up. his brain was alright but the stirring in his pants said otherwise. is this how the girls felt about his leather suit?
he knew about leather all too well, how it rubbed in all the wrong places and definitely the right places. he wanted to kill the person who came right out and revealed information about his little……accident during the special. by the looks of it, he could tell the leather was rubbing austin in the right places too.
elvis quickly scattered away to the couch, opening up a book he was reading and putting his focus on that and not austin.
austin took a seat next to him, his legs spread slightly, his knee almost touching elvis’s. “you been reading all day?”
he turned to look at him, his eyes trying to focus on austin’s. “yes.”
“hm.”
his eyes looked down at his book, shifting over to austin's legs and admiring how the leather stretched over this thighs. how if he squinted hard enough, he could see a print nuzzled against his thigh, the way it hugged him nicely. oh god.
elvis cleared his throat, adjusting himself and the book in his lap, not wanting to get caught with another hard on because of his male best friend once again.
all the squirming beside austin got him curious, his brow raises again as he glanced at elvis. “don't be shy.” he said softly, a hint of his southern accent coming out to play. elvis shook his head in response, keeping his eyes glued to the book.
austin cupped elvis's chin and gently turned his head to look at him, their eyes finally meeting. “i won't force you to do anything you don't wanna do.” he whispered, his thumb gently rubbing against the rough stubble on elvis's chin.
elvis shut his book, setting it aside as he looked back down at his pants. “can…can i….” he pointed, gesturing that he wanted to sit in his lap. austin welcomed him with a gentle nod, allowing elvis to cautiously sit on his knee. his hand ventured up his side as elvis let out a shuddered sigh, his cock twitching softly against his friend’s knee.
his knee nudged up a bit, causing elvis to jolt slightly. “now, what’d you do that for?!” he gasped.
austin chuckled softly, nudging hit knee up once more and then bouncing his knee up and down at a normal pace. elvis gasped out again, his hand immediately going to austin’s shoulder. “h-ho-hold on! hold on!” he said quickly.
his cock was aching now, straining against his pajama pants once again because of his best friend. it took him a minute to compose himself, to think and decide if he really wanted to do this. but honestly, his cock desperately needed relief and those leather pants were looking a bit too tempting at the moment.
elvis stood up to untie his pajama pants, letting them fall flat on the floor before resting himself on austin’s thigh again. the cool leather right against his balls felt so good. he didn't care anymore. he needed relief and he needed it now.
austin's hand went up to elvis’s side again, sliding under his shirt and against the soft flesh of his hip as he squeezed softly. “take your time, baby.” he said softly. “i know you love leather. you got experience with it, don't you?” he hummed.
his breath shuddered, experimentally rocking his hips against his thigh, the cool leather rubbing against his cock. the subtle squeak underneath sent a shiver down his spine, enjoying the sensation all too well as he rocked his hips more. “austin.” he gasped. his hands went up to his shoulders, gripping them softly as he rode himself faster.
“that's it, eli. doin’ so good.” austin cooed, rubbing elvis’s side as he rode his leather-cladded thigh. “so needy.”
elvis’s hips rocked faster, his hands gripping tighter onto austin's shoulders as austin began to bounce his knee. “aus!”
“c'mon, baby.” austin grinned, watching elvis hump his thigh like a needy dog. “you in heat or what? that why you're rubbin’ yourself on me like that?”
he whined in response, his breathing getting heavier as his body tensed up. “aus, oh god.” elvis threw his head back, his cock twitching and spurting streaks of white onto austin’s leather pants and his shirt. “jesus—” he panted, his body collapsing against austin.
“that's a good boy.” austin purred, petting elvis’s hair. his own cock was begging for a bit of relief, but he wanted to give elvis all his attention first. “such a good boy.”
elvis whined against his shoulder, panting and blushing red. “quit it.”
“oh, but you like it don't you?” austin snickered.
he didn't reply, just letting out a groan and sitting there in his sweaty, sticky mess. “just shut up.”
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Summary: Jake takes Tonowari to ride an Ikran and learn from each other’s culture, but it ends up in🔞🤭
Pairing: Jake Sully/Tonowari
Word count: +1k
Overall warnings: sexual content, mature language, fluff, light dom/sub, teasing, begging⚠️🔞
All characters belong to Avatar, and all rights are reserved to the original work whose author allowed me to translate it.
A/N: This fic didn't really have a name so I had to come up with something. Hope you like it <3
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“Jake, is this the place?” The large body of the reef Na’vi looked at the floating mountain in fear. It was so tall that he was worried he would be meeting his end from a bad step.
“This is Ayram alusìng. Let’s go get your Ikran,” Jake said with a smile before starting to climb.
��Ah, Jake, I can’t do it. My body...”
“Right, sorry. Wait here.” Jake jumped out of the thick vines before calling his beloved Ikran with a beautiful sound.
Jake didn’t hesitate and quickly made tsaheylu and jumped on his Ikran.
“Get on.”
With that, Jake extended a pair of gorgeous hands for Tonowari to hold on before lifting him to sit on his back.
“It’s similar to riding a Tsurak, Tonowari. Only this one can fly much higher,” Jake explained before ordering his ride to take off. Seconds later, they were soaring through the sky above the mountains, home to a large number of Ikrans.
Tonowari pretended to be afraid of falling, so his finned hands gripped Jake’s thin waist tightly. Jake remained oblivious, not knowing the cunning sea man’s true nature. He could only feel sorry for him, using his five-fingered hand to rub Tonowari’s forearms in a comforting gesture.
Not long after that, the two arrived at the residence of a flock of Ikrans.
“Stay behind me, Tonowari.”
“Yes. And uh... how do I know that it chose me?” Tonowari asked curiously.
“It will try to kill you.”
“What?”
“I know it’s strange. But when I first tamed my Ikran, Neytiri taught me like this.”
“Understood.” Tonowari began walking towards the flock.
Many of them roared at him and flew away. However, one Ikran decided to actually attack him. It was bigger than the rest. Its body was sea green with patterns running across it, looking strangely beautiful.
“This one attacked me. Is this the one I should choose, Jake?!!”
“If you feel like it’s going to kill you, then yes.”
“Alright!” Tonowari used the spear he had been holding in his hand to hit the Ikran in the face, causing him to collapse to the ground in one fell swoop and quickly lunged at him before it could respond. Tonowari caught the Ikran’s kuru before making tsaheylu with it, but right after he felt so dizzy that he almost threw up because that was how the Ikran felt when he hit him.
Tonowari himself immediately removed his long braid and staggered back. Jake, surprised, ran towards Tonowari.
“What is it?”
“I’m so dazed it feels like I’m about to vomit.”
“You hit your Ikran with all your might and then rushed to make tsaheylu with it. Through it, both of you shared each other’s feelings. What you feel, your Ikran feels too.”
“Right.” Tonowari massaged his temples.
“Let’s try again. Make tsaheylu with it and fly with me,” Jake said as he walked back, made the bond with his Ikran and took off. Tonowari quickly followed suit and flew after Jake. The two flew together, looking at each other with joyful smiles.
They stayed like that for a while until the couple found a stream nearby and decided to head there.
Both of them let the two animals go and play while they went to rest a little.
“I’m a little sweaty. Why don’t we take a bath and get cleaned up?” Jake said as he began to take off all his accessories, leaving only his small loincloth covering his private parts.
“Agreed,” Tonowari replied shortly after taking off his robe.
Jake didn’t hesitate and immediately pulled Tonowari’s on arm so they could go down and play in the water together, splashing water on each other like children. There were only the two of them there. And right now, they were neither Olo’eyktan nor Toruk Makto. Just ordinary Na’vis.
“Ah!” A wave hit his body and he fell down. Tonowari reached him and held his back to help him up, but he jumped when he felt something hard pressed against his soft bottom.
“Tonowari...”
“I apologize, Jake. That was rude of me.” Tonowari turned away embarrassed.
“What are you ashamed of? It’s just the two of us here,” Jake said, shifting his position so that he was straddling Tonowari before using a slender hand to rub the hard shaft that was hidden by the loincloth.
“Ugh... Jake...” Tonowari tried to suppress the desire with all his might.
But that seductive cat was driving him crazy.
“Tonowari, I- Mgh... Ahh!!” Jake flinched. His round buttocks were smacked and gripped by the Olo’eyktan’s slippery hands, which began to spread across the soft channel caressing it, inserting a finger and striking the wild cat’s clitoris hard.
“Ah, ah! Don’t... do that.”
“Why not? Don’t you like this?” Tonowari questioned quietly, but his fingers were being thrusted so hard that his small body shook every time he moved and flexed them.
“Ha, ah, I’m gonna-!!” Jake shuddered and let out a load of white liquid that he couldn’t stop. Tonowari saw this and could only imagine the affection for the other party. He was actually the father of four children, but he acted like it was his first time. Had he ever been touched like that?
Tonowari withdrew his fingers. Jake also knew his duty and moved to free Tonowari of his cumbersome loincloth.
“I need you, sir. Put it in.” Jake’s face and tone of voice were adorable and pleading. Or would he not be given a reward? Tonowari rammed his hard cock into him in one go.
Jake became dazed and his body convulsed with lust. As they lay down, his stomach, which was not as flat as when he was young, was now bulging with the size of Tonowari’s member.
“I love you, Ma’Jake,” Tonowari said, slamming his hips violently.
“Ah, ah, I love you, ah!” Jake moaned.
The sound of flesh slapping echoed throughout.
It was a mixture of lewd noises. And they showed no signs of stopping any time soon. Up until the eclipse, the sound of skin slapping together, and Jake’s sweet voice continued to be heard.
Jake was no longer conscious. After he and Tonowari had committed tsaheylu, the happiness flowing through Jake’s head had knocked him out. He couldn’t think of anything but Tonowari.
Tonowari also appeared to be losing consciousness. His tall body tirelessly hit his waist and stroke his small body. He released milky white droplets. No matter how many times, it would never be enough. Right now, Jake’s stomach was filled with a white fluid that had made it rise slightly.
Now, they didn’t need anything but each other. And it would always be like this.
THE END
Vocabulary list: Ayram alusìng (Floating Mountains), Ikran (Mountain banshee), Tsaheylu (bond, neural connection), Tsurak (Skimwing), Kuru (neural queue), Olo’eyktan (clan leader), Toruk Makto (great leonopteryx/last shadow rider)
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↳ *cute sweater* ༉‧₊˚✧
summary ↠ what’s a better way to have fun in a car with the cutest boy in the world?
warnings ↠ smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl pls & ty) cussing, dirty talk, minors dni <3
pairing ↠ sub!tom!peter x dom!fem!reader
wc ↠ 1k
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being tony stark meant you could buy whatever the hell you want and brag about it for days on end.
when he offered to take you and peter on a ride in his brand new car he bought on impulse, you were forced to say yes, only so he could shut up about it.
that’s how you became trapped in a car, waiting for him to come from a meeting he forgot he was supposed to attend.
“peterrrrrr i’m bored.” you sighed dramatically. you looked at him from the backseat, he was slouched in his seat with his arms folded and his eyes shut.
“im sorry, i can’t help you.” he shrugged. “we’re in the same boat. or should i say car?”
“that was painfully unfunny.” you rolled your eyes.
the heat from being trapped inside was starting to get to you, making your head swarm with naughty ideas. “let’s do something fun.” you smirked.
“something fun? like what? what could we possibly get up to in here?”
you crawled up to the front, landing right on peters lap, bringing your hands to his shoulders.
his eyes shot open when he felt you pressed against him. he looked at you like you were crazy when it finally registered with him what you were suggesting by the devilish smirk on your lips.
“no, no.” peter shook his head. “we are not doing that in here. not in this car at least.”
“oh come on, where’s the harm in a little fun?” you purred. you planted kisses over his neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh.
“oh- y/n mr. stark could come back at any moment, we- we can’t…” it was getting harder and harder for him to resist you. he shut his eyes and tilted his head back, his grip on your hips tightened as he finally gave in to you.
“okay, fine!” your lips abruptly left him as you started moving off of him, making him whine. “if you really don’t want to do this, i won’t force you-“
“no, wait!” he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap again. “just- just be quick okay?”
you nodded, and bit your lip to hide your excitement. you pulled his pants down just enough to expose his boxers.
“wait, we don’t have protection…” you pouted at the realization.
“we don’t have time, i need you now.” he rasped.
you hovered over him bunching your already short skirt up and moving your panties to the side. you took his throbbing cock in your hand, teasing your entrance ever so slowly. he whined and squirmed under you. he bucked his hips, silently begging you to fuck him.
you wasted no time slamming yourself down on him, throwing your head back as you maintained a hasty pace. your nails dug into his shoulders at the feeling of his tip hitting sweet spot just right.
the car shook ferociously as you bounced on him, letting anyone walking by know what you were getting up to. at least the windows are tinted.
his face was scrunched in complete pleasure as he tipped his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. his mouth hung open, letting out the most obscene noises you’ve ever hear from him.
“look at you, look at how good my pussy fucks you. gonna be a good boy and c-cum for me?”
he was so lost in the pleasure you were giving him, he could only moan in response. you clenched around him, drawing curses from him. “i asked you a question.”
“y-yes i’m so close baby, please- please don’t stop, fuck-“
the car filled with your loud moans and the sounds of your skin colliding with each bounce. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print against the already foggy windows.
your next move was unexpected. you pulled the lever on the seat, pushing peter back as you pressed your chest against his. you rolled your hips against his and you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming out at the new angle.
he kissed you sloppily, your tongues exploring each other’s mouths, teeth clashing from time to time. “i’m so close pete, gonna cum all over your cock.” you moaned. he slapped your cheeks before gripping them, encouraging you to let go.
“y/n i’m cumming, get off quick.” he whimpered.
“just a little more, i’m s-so fucking close.” you rested your head against his chest, feeling the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone.
a few more rocks of your hips, and you both came hard. you cried out as your body shook, releasing all over him like you had promised. you were still rolling your hips slowly, riding out your orgasms. he groaned as he shot his load inside of you, filling you with his seed.
you left your head on his chest and slowed your hips to a stop, trying to control your breathing again. he rested his chin on your head as his own chest heaved. he rubbed a hand up and down your back lovingly.
you sat up after a few minutes. you looked down in between you both, smiling at how his cum was starting to leak out of you. he sat up now to, smoothing down your hair and your clothes.
“i like your sweater, it’s very cute.” he smiled at you innocently.
“oh, thank you! it’s new.”
“hey, we should probably clean up a bit.” he suggested.
you nodded. “yeah, we should probably air this thing out too.” you rolled down the window, gasping once you saw tony on his way back to the car.
“oh, fuck me.” you whispered.
“again? alright, i’m down-“ peter shrugged.
“no, you horny bitch. mr. starks on his way back.” you sighed.
you both struggled to make yourselves look normal again in such short time, but you somehow managed it.
“wow, that was boring as shit. sorry that took so long.” tony sighed as he got inside. he looked at peter who avoided eye contact with him. he frowned at his odd behavior, and the smell of the car.
“fuck, it smells like armpits and gorilla balls in here.” he rolled down all the windows. “ok, you guys ready to go on that ride?”
you smirked as you and peter made eye contact through the side view mirror.
“i’ve had my fill.”
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Hi meeeg!! First of all, CONGRATS ON 300! 🎊 I've been following you for quite awhile but this is my first time interacting with u 👉👈 And I was hoping I could participate in your event 💓
1. Ushiwaka
2. “you missed me? how much?”
3. I'm a she/ her, defimitely the sub; i have a daddy kink, breeding kink, a dash of degrading and praising too (recieving end),.. i just like being dominated over 🙉
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300 Follower Event
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Prompt 17: “You missed me? How much?”
this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.
post-timeskip, obviously.
word count: 1k
content warning: daddy kink, brief grinding, very little foreplay, cowgirl, tired ushi lets you do your thing, light breeding kink, please let him rest
THANK YOU ANON 🥺 this was so sweet and i’m glad you’ve enjoyed my content. please feel free to contact me more often (i’ll set aside the 🚾 emoji for you if you’d like). i love interacting with people on here even though i’m honestly still struggling with how tumblr works lmao. ushiwaka is the love of my life so you have definitely come to the right place.
note: it’s so hard to find decent manga panels of our sweet little timeskip ushi 😭 forgive me he looks so uncomfortable in the banner.
You heard the keys turning in the lock and immediately dashed to the door. Ushijima didn’t even have time to set down his bags before you were throwing your arms around his neck. He buried his face in your hair and you could feel him smiling.
“Hi, love,” he said.
“Hi,” you replied. Your voice was muffled against his shirt. You stood there for a moment, breathing in each other. It was just two weeks, but it felt like forever. Back to back games, bad weather, and two broken buses later, Ushijima was finally home.
“Can I come in?” he asked. You laughed and stepped to the side.
“I’ll help you. I’m sure you’re tired.”
“It was hard sleeping on the bus. I might pass out the second I lay down.” You huffed a laugh as you helped him carry his bags to your bedroom.
“Oh, I hope not,” you said. He squinted at you and you raised your eyebrows in return. “What?”
“Nothing. I enjoy you.”
You tried and failed to fight off your grin. Ushijima zipped off his jacket and slumped facefirst onto the bed.
“Babe! At least change first.”
He groaned into the mattress.
“I can’t. Too tired.”
You laughed and climbed up onto the bed. You pushed at his shoulder and he shifted onto his back.
“I missed you,” you said, swinging a leg over him and taking a seat on his lap.
Ushijima slung his arm behind his head and stared up at you. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were softened in amusement.
“You missed me?” he asked. He laid his other hand on your hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb. “How much?”
In response, you shifted your hips, grinding against him. His lips twitched into a small smile as he kept his hands in place.
“I want to show you,” you said, moving again. You drew out long, slow motions against him, until you felt him matching your arousal beneath you. “I want you to relax and I can show you.”
His lips curled in a lazy smile.
“You can do whatever you’d like.”
You returned the smile and pushed off everything you were wearing below the waist. He stared at you with an unchanging amused expression as you pulled down the front of his sweats.
“That quick to use me?” he asked as you lined him up with your entrance. “Naughty girl. What would you have done if I hadn’t come home?”
“Waited.” You whimpered as you sunk onto him. “Waited for — fuck — daddy.”
He smiled and squeezed your hip harder as you shifted up and down on top of him.
“So good,” he sighed, eyes flickering shut for a moment as you continued moving. He looked so enamored with you, so tired and a little bored in an inexplicably sexy way.
Being in control was a foreign experience to you with Ushijima, but that didn’t matter. He was still in charge even if you were controlling the pacing, position, everything. The way he looked into your eyes told you he was allowing this, letting you use him to show your love, to demonstrate just how needy you were when he was gone.
You swore as you sunk down lower than you meant to, bracing yourself on his chest for a moment. Ushijima laughed.
“Get too eager? Come here.” He gestured for you to lean against him. You laid down onto his chest and pressed your lips to his. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he kept kissing you.
He gripped you tighter and began moving his hips, slow but completely overwhelming. You pulled away and buried your face against his neck with a gasp. The position shift hit exactly where you needed him. You just wanted a little more.
“Please,” you managed to say before swearing again.
“Please what? Use your words.”
“Please, daddy. A little — ah — a little faster.”
He chuckled into your ear and tightened his grip around you. You groaned as he picked up his pace.
“Is that what my pretty girl needed?”
“Yes.” Your voice was muffled and embarrassingly desperate against his t shirt.
“You’re gonna make me come.” Despite himself, his voice was becoming increasingly unsteady as he snapped his hips against you.
“Please, daddy. Inside me.”
His chest rumbled as he laughed and buried his face into your hair.
“I just got home and have to remind you that you’re mine? You really did miss me.”
“So much, daddy. Please.”
“Fine. Be a good girl and kiss me.”
You struggled to sit up against him but managed to connect your lips with his, sloppily sighing into each others mouths as you both neared the edge.
You beat Ushijima to it, whining and leaning your forehead against his as your body locked against him. He followed behind quickly, hands moving to hold your hips steady as he groaned and twitched inside of you.
You panted against each other for a moment, then Ushijima laughed.
“How are we going to move without ruining my clothes?”
Your eyes snapped open and you looked down, realizing he was still in his nice Adler’s sweatpants. You pressed your face into his chest and joined in his laughter.
“Can you get a new pair?”
“No, actually. So why don’t we . . .” He pulled his arms around you again and, without much warning, rolled so you were underneath him. You yelped as you moved before settling against the bed. He planted a kiss on your nose and smiled.
“Can you get cleaned up and let daddy rest?” he asked. You nodded happily and inhaled when he pressed another kiss on your lips. He carefully fell onto the bed and closed his eyes. You turned to stare at him as his big chest fell into a steady rhythm. You smiled.
“Welcome home.”
#meg’s 300 follower event :)#ushijima smut#ushijima x reader#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x reader#wakatoshi smut#wakatoshi x reader
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touch — lee hoseok/wonho
a/n: wbk i haven’t been writing much recently, but today i felt a sudden rush of motivation so i wasn’t gonna let it go to waste!! gif is mine!!
a/n: thank you for 1k followers!! i hope to repay the vast amount of love i receive from my anons and my darling mutuals!! love you all <33
word count: 1.6k
content: sub!wonho, dom!afab!reader, no pronouns used for the reader, reader doesn’t cum so take that as you will, unprotected sex (i never put that here but uh wrap it up kids), choking, riding, hickeys, overall just another fic about how much i adore lee hoseok thank you
disclaimer: as this fic contains choking, i just want to remind you to please be aware that kinks are inherently dangerous and if you are going to partake, please do your research into doing it in the safest way possible. always have a safeword and safe signal. thank you.
summary: he comes home after a long day, and you always want him after so long.
one of your hands cups his cheek while the other holds his waist close to you. your touch isn’t demanding or possessive, it’s simply just adoring. your fingers brush a bit of his hair out of his soft, doll-like eyes, pressing a gentle and fleeting kiss to his lips as he exhales quietly, playing with the hemming of your shirt with his fingers absentmindedly. all feels well and peaceful as you greet your sweet lover, “how was your day, hoseokie?”
“my day was really long, but being with you makes it all fade away,” he sighs comfortably as your hands stroke his sides, shuddering when your grip tightens a bit, “ah- how are you, my love?”
“i’m well, darling, i’m very well now that i have you,” you say with your voice suddenly lower and much more deadly, “you’re so pretty,” your hands just keep touching his waist and his chest, fingers brushing his nipples over his clothes just to keep him on edge, “baby,” the pet name with your voice so seductive makes him whimper.
“ahh- yes?”
“what are you so nervous for, angel? i just want to touch you—,” he whines at your words, “—i just love touching you like this. you’re so passive and docile, you let me do absolutely anything to you, hm?” it’s not true, he knows that. it’s comforting to remember that you know his limits, you know how far you can push him, but you also know how he likes to be spoken to. it’s hot, more than anything.
“i- yeah, you can do whatever you please with me,” he groans as his eyes shut when your hands start touching a little lower, moving from grabbing his ass to rubbing his inner thighs teasingly, “b-but, uhm, could you please not tease me? please?” he pouts subconsciously, knowing if you said no and continued teasing him, he wouldn’t stop you, he’d just get progressively more whiney and would beg you even more to make him feel so good.
it’s an appealing idea to leave him teased and denied for hours until his body cant physically handle it anymore, to make him squirm with need, but when he begs so softly for you to not tease him, it’s hard to not give in and give him everything he wants, and as such, you find yourself complying, touching him as he wishes.
he moans as he clutches your shoulders for any kind of support, and it’s cute to watch someone as big and strong as him just absolutely fall apart with just a few touches, “oh, my darling, is this really all it takes? just a few little brushes of my fingers against your cock and suddenly hoseokie can’t even keep himself together? that’s cute.”
“ahh, please,” he looks down, trying to avoid eye contact, he knows your gaze is too strong and he’s shatter immediately under it.
“please what, baby?” you taunt, making his shyness incredibly apparent as he’s forced to be more direct with his words.
“can we continue this in the bedroom?”
you giggle, “sure, i’ll ride your dick until you pass out, how does that sound?” you ask, already walking over to the door.
“that- uhm,” he gulps, “t-that sounds good,” he whimpers shakily as he watches you walk away, following behind you like a puppy as you lead him away.
he sits on the bed nervously as you sit beside him, cupping his cheeks and caressing his skin the way you did before in order to relax him, pressing kisses to the edge of his lips before moving down his jaw, spending a significant few minutes sucking and biting a hickey into his skin. he breathes somewhat shaky in pain, but it’s not major enough to really hurt him. he can take a lot, and you intend to do a lot.
as such, when your kisses find his neck, kissing right over the vein on the side, his heart rate picks up anxiously. you leave another love bite just above his collarbone before pulling back to trace you finger over it, “you’re so beautiful.”
the intimacy of the moment flusters him, but you always fluster him intentionally as you say, “and don’t think for a second i only mean your body. of course i love your body, i love the way you squirm and moan and whimper, but you have the most beautiful personality, my hoseok.”
his cheeks turn redder, loving the praise but still so unable to handle it, “p-please,” he’s also getting so needy as you talk, with every moment you’re not riding him, he becomes even more desperate for you.
“take off your shirt,” you command suddenly, and he does as you say with ease, discarding his shirt to some random corner of the room, pulling you closer to him once his hands were free. you press kisses to his chest, taunting him with a lick against his nipple.
his whole body reacts, squirming even more for friction against his cock when your fingers play with his other nipple, groaning helplessly, “fuck- oh! oh my-,”
“oh? does that feel good?”
“p-please,” he murmurs, burying his head into your shoulder, “please just get to it already, i-i cant handle your teasing. i need you so badly, my love,” he’s demanding, sure, but he knows he can be demanding. he knows that as much as you control him right now like a puppet on your strings, he knows what to say to mess you up just as much.
“alright, alright, i understand. take off the rest of your clothes, baby,” you kiss his forehead as you get off of him to take off your clothes too.
“do you- uhm, do you want me to do anything?” he fidgets nervously as you walk back over to him. his eyes never leave your body, still so overwhelmed by your presence and, for all the love his body gets from you, he adores you physically just as much. you’re absolutely everything he wants, “i could eat you out! or uhm, i’m not sure, but i can do something. i want you to feel good too,” he frowns.
“baby, trust me, i feel amazing right now,” you smile, leaning down to kiss his chest as you climb back on top of him.
“yeah?”
“to have someone like you so willing to please me, so desperate for me it ruins you, is my greatest pleasure, baby,” he seems adequately comforted by your words, so you take that as a sign to continue, “and besides, i’m already thoroughly turned on, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
there’s a response lingering in his throat, but it doesn’t meet daylight as you being to play with his cock, all that leaves his mouth are throaty moans and helpless whimpers.
before he knows it, you’re already on him, sinking down, moaning freely for the first time this evening, and it makes him endlessly happy to see you feel pleasure. he’s just as wrecked, but you show it less than he does, because it’s so visible how he sighs, eyes fluttering closed, as you start to rock yourself back and forth.
“f-fuck,” he stutters, feeling your hands rest on his chest for stability, and he knows where that’s going, “oh, you’re so- so perfect, you just feel so good, can i touch you? please?”
“go for it,” you mumble, feelings his hands reach to hold your waist, enjoying the way his hands caress your skin just like you did to him before.
he groans as he gets more riled up from your movements, feeling a building feeling in his stomach, “please keep going,” he cries softly, “and uhm- could you- could you choke me? please?”
you smile almost sadistically as your hands wrap around his throat, feeling his pulse with your fingers. you push against the sides of his neck, watching his eyes roll back and his lips parted in an ‘O’ shape.
“good boy,” you mumble, and he faintly smiles at the praise before breaking out in moans, “you’re so per- perfect to me, hoseok,” he can’t coherently respond, but you can tell how happy compliments make him. he’s so easy to impress, so easy to sweep off his feet, “can i get you to cum for me, baby? really good and hard for me?”
“o-oh fuck, i’m so close-,” he stutters cutely.
“already, sweet thing? it hasn’t even been that long and you already want to cum inside me? you’re so adorable,” he whimpers again, his body seizing up as it hits him, and you don’t slow down one bit, “there you go, cutie, there you go, ride it out. you look so hot and slutty when you orgasm, my pretty boy.”
his voice is heavenly, drowning out your words as his head clouds over and he feels a kind of fleeting euphoria he’s missed, the kind only you give him. he wants to feel this way forever, but eventually, the feeling dies down, and his thoughts return to him.
“hope that made your long day a little better, my love,” you whisper, and suddenly your voice loses all that intensity and returns to be the comforting whisper in his ear, a lullaby he could fall asleep to, “now let me clean us up, and we’ll cuddle till we fall asleep, alright?”
he tiredly nods, and it takes all of your self control not to burst from how cute he is as he murmurs, “i love you, you know.”
“i know, baby. i love you, too.”
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Hi bestie congrats reaching 1k <33 We're really proud of you and I'm glad more people recognized you talent. So for the event, here's my answer:
name: Eris
pronouns: she/her
age: 19
Your mbti: INFJ
enneagram: number 6, loyalist
personality in 3-4 words: caring, shy, and sincere
What kind of person do you like and preferred gender: I like the person that can be patient with me because I often think I'm really difficult to deal with. I''ll be glad also if we could have proper communication and will never let a problem grow worse that it should. My preferred gender is male.
Your favourite drink, alcoholic/analcoholic: chocolate milk, it never disappoints me
Your kinks (nsfw part only for 18+): omg bestie why mommy kink, degrading, being a brat sometimes, acting mistress/master
anime: tokyo revengers
Hi hi my lovely eris, I've been on a long hiatus talking about the event but here I am for you, I thought for a long time about the man that would accompany your night, let's go back to the 25th December and greet your guest:
Warnings: Smut, Sub!Takeomi, Pet Names, Food Play, Dry Humping, Slight Breeding Kink, Minors DNI, 18+
Tokyo Revengers: Takeomi Akashi
"Sounds like Eris is into dilf?" your colleague while adjusting her christmas hat, "Eh?" you say confused while preparing your dress for the night, "Red suits you" she continues hitting your ass encouraging you to go towards your guest, a smile appears on the mature man looking at your tight red dress "Eris, marry christmas" he says with a smile, "Marry Christmas Takeomi" you say seriously and starting to walk with your stilettos, he follows you but when you arrive at the bar a slap arrives to your ass, turning around rather pissed off you just watch the stoic man throw a punch to another man, "Thanks Take, this make me blush" you say while avoiding his piercing gaze, "Let's go" you continue and he follows you to a private room with a smirk. "Baby" he finally says in the privacy of the room, "God I fuckin missed you" he says while huggin you and kissing you all over the face and neck, "Ah yes babe" you say while caressing his long hair. Lips savoring you, taste of bourbon fills your taste buds and you shiver from the strong taste, "Mm -ngh- baby patience" you say while putting his builted in the bed, going beside him you put your hat in the nightstand and taste your hot chocolate, "Mmm, Take relax now" you say while putting 2 fingers on your drink and start smearing it on his thin lips, "Mmm look at my babe" he says after he taste it with his tongue "Everyone think you're my play and now you treat me crue- fuck" he groans as soon a drop of hot chocolate hits his now exposed chest, "Shhh, the more you let me play the more you will play later" you say winking at him smearing the hot liquid on his nipples, "Ah- fuck fuck Eris!" he says with tears in his eyes, "You know the name, babe cmon! Wanna have fun with this pretty body?" you say while putting your legs around his hips and start grinding on his crotch "Ahh yes mommy" he says almost mortified, "Aww look at you so submissive and whiny, but you like this right baby?" you say while taking another spoon pouring it on his pube and licking it. "No more tease mommy please!" he suddenly begs unable to stop the cry, moving his hips in the desperate contact with your pussy, "Whiny need boy" you say before kissing him and let him ruts on you, "Ah mommy mommy" he says with open mouth giving you the access to his tongue, "I want you please!" he continues getting off your mouth, "That's my good boy" taking your nailed dress you strip him and lies, defenseless under you, "I'm going to fuck you now" you say while caressing him and pumping his cock. A moan leaves your mouth as soon as he enters your hole, "Oh god!" you say feeling split up, your hips start to move uncontrallably and pushing your fingers inside his mouth you muffle his moans, letting him feel even more sensible, "Fuck fuck Take! Look what I do to my dilf?" you say completely messed under the spell of his cock hitting your spot so easily, "Wanna cum inside me? Make me a mommy" you say completely enraptured by the orgasm coming, Takeomi suddenly takes your hips and helps you guiding your hips and kissing you he says "Want my cum babe?" he says with a whisper and biting your ear your moan fill the room, orgasm washing over you, Takeomi finally let himself come undone and grunting your name he fills with droplets of his cum.
Pants fill the room, you lie naked in between Takeomi arms "Babe, you're always on the pill?" he says while caressing your body, "Mh, why?" you say almost sleepy, "Figured that you wouldn't be that bad as a mommy" he says kissing your lips, "Love we talked about it, I'm going to leave this work soon and then I'm going to be all yours", "Ok I love you" he says closing his cerulean eyes and think when he will not need to punch assholes who tries to hit on you, a domestic life with you.
#the brothel matchup#claire milestone#tokyo revengers#takeomi akashi#tok rev takeomi#tokyo revengers smut#tok rev smut#tok rev x reader#tokyo revengers x reader
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Marie Kondo Runs the World
Spring Cleaning:
On the wings of Marie Kondo, many people have soared or crashed in the name of the KonMarie method. This high-volume spring cleaning has become the latest hit, inspiring the instagram teens, YouTube millennials, and even the odd mom or two to get started with full-fledged, “purge it all” cleaning.
The basic breakdown, for those that don’t live off of Netflix like the rest of us (good for you, enjoy that nature!), is the idea that all thing within your home should bring you joy and have a place. If they do not bring you joy or have a place, you thank them for their time with you and donate them or throw them away. Marie Kondo breaks up this cleaning into sub-categories of cleaning, to make things more manageable: clothing, books, papers, miscellaneous, and sentimental items.
I, although a lover of all things hoarding and cleaning (shows, and personally), did not immediately partake in this fad, and here’s why:
My brain, although much like the average brain, cannot clean in the way that she does — all at once, and huge decisions at a time. Although cleaning seems easy enough: “I’ve had this shirt for two decades, doesn’t fit, and I don’t wear it - I throw it away!” my brain sees the shirt differently: “this was my mom’s college shirt, and even though it has holes, I like having this piece of her with me (my mother isn’t dead, I’m just overly-sentimental — my “memories” box(es) are a nightmare).
When I clean, the little bits of trash has to be re-examined at the bottom of the bins because it might be a movie ticket that got smooshed or a graduation envelope that lost it’s card. The movie ticket I’ll keep, the envelope I’d trash. I’m very bad at blindly throwing things away — and for good reason! Just this weekend I was going to donate a bag, and I checked all the pockets real quick, even though I hadn’t used this bag in months, and a necklace I had been looking for had fallen into one of the side pockets! Had I donated that bag without checking, just in case, I would have lost a very important necklace.
Now, cleaning is very important for a happy home. And I am very aware of this. In the past three weeks (yes, it took me three weeks to clean less than 1k square feet of my apartment because I have THAT much stuff, and I’m tired all the time — turtle vs. the hare here, it still got done!) I was able to clear and organize and clean every room in my apartment.
This process, although yes, inspired by Marie Kondo, was done in what I dub the “Poudrier” method (or probably how most slightly crazy people clean). Because, as my mother terrifyingly knows, I do not clean in little bits, I clean in large messes.
Part One, Week One:
The panic. I absolutely hate to see everything out and disorganized and messy. Oh yes, the messy horder woman hates to see the disaster of her own making. Why? Because that is direct evidence of every time I’ve said “maybe I’ll want/need/use that” not becoming what I thought I’d want/need/use it for. And my little creative brain gets a little sad that the creativity didn’t happen. But that’s a discussion for another time - because we’re working on that too over here.
Part Two:
Jump in! My clothing, the part I hate the most because laundry happens more often than me cleaning my shower (yea, I’m resolving to work on that, because EW, that was gross this weekend) came first. I rounded up every article of clothing in my house, with the exception of winter scarves, hats, and gloves, and piled it onto my bed. I then went through each bin, box, bag, and pile of clothing until I had only what I knew I wore often, or would give second try left. The rest (4 trash bags full, not including shoes) were added to the donation corner of the dining room. The remaining clothes were stored, if winter items, hung up, if work items, or folded and put away, if casual wear. Amazing start!
Well, then life got in the way, and week one came and went with no progress further.
Part Three, Week Two:
The kitchen/dining room. Oh, how I dread my kitchen and dining room. And here’s why: they’re a shared space, with absolute minimal storage room. We have two above-fridge-height cabinets, two normal cabinets (where the top shelf is too high), and one row of under-counter cabinets that are ridiculously deep and impractical. We fight this disaster by having an armoire converted to cabinet space, and a couple of shelving units for pantry storage, but ho-hum that’s just messy looking! But we sorted through all of it, getting rid of platers and pieces that we don’t need, organizing the food so it makes sense, and converted our front entry closet (two feet from the kitchen) into a half pantry/half closet kinda thing. It’ll work for now.
Now, that was exhausting and there was other cleaning between all that, like the “guest” bathroom, and some more tidying in my own room, but, as we all could guess, I got tired of dealing with it, so we move on!
Part Four, Five, and Six, in Week Three:
Now, this last bit is 80% fueled by anger and 20% fueled by seeing the finish line. Although I live in a disaster of my own making, that doens’t mean it doesn’t exhaust me and stress me out every second I have this mess out. At the start of week three, I was so fed up with my own mess and the amount of time I’d wasted not getting it done that I decided to just dive in, take smaller breaks, and really get it finished with.
It took me a whole week to:
- do laundry and put it away
- clean out the living room and reorganize our large room-divider-shelf-unit-thing
- organize and sort through our paper pile that I’d been avoiding
- tidy and move the remainder of the kitchen items
- decided, preemptively, what furniture we’d be donating when we move
- organize and catalogue the storage boxes and what’s in them around the house
- take out trash/recycling
- load up the remainder of the donations into the car to be dropped off
- tidy up the last of bits laying around the house
KEEP IN MIND
We are in week four now (?) and I’m. Not. Done.
As terrifying and disappointing as that sounds, I happen to feel leagues better than I did when I started, my house looks so much more clean (although some areas, like storage, you can’t tell from visiting), and I’m actually somewhat looking forward to continuing this cleanse. Now, some of you (thanks for sticking to the end of this post) may be disappointed in my for not doing this all in a week, or even in two weeks! But let me tell you: this was the purge of all purges, and I’d don’t plan on having to get rid of this much stuff again for a very, very long time. This was the purge that wasn’t even supposed to happen until I moved again in December, but I bumped up the timeline because “spring cleaning” is an annual thing, and Marie Kondo was taking over the internet.
But, I know there’s more to be done - like window edges or baseboard dusting, but I’m hoping that now the majority of my life is in relative order, it’ll be easier to maintain the cleanliness for the remainder of my living spaces.
In other news: I repotted and fertilized my plants this weekend, and immediately vacuumed up afterwards (did this inside, on my couch, over my shag carpet - because apparently I really hate being rational). I’m becoming obsessed with plants and I may actually write about that next!
Happy cleaning!
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So one of my clients recently went bust and we all lost our jobs.My assignment for most of the year was doing research via public and (some) private data sources, on specific tactics startups use to grow their email lists.I have more than 50 case studies, including scraped traffic data, employee interviews, internal screenshots, acquisition funnels, etc. (see below)I'm wondering:1) Can I get sued by my client for sharing my work? It's mostly public info, however I did the work on client time. Client is now bankrupt—I had no formal contract and lost $2k on an unpaid invoice.2) Are these of interest to you guys? First one below, hopefully I've provided enough value to not get shunned. Thinking I'll send one per week via email since they take a bit of writing, if you want more sign up here. (yes, this will be an email list about email lists, the inception of all email lists).If enough ppl are interested I'd like to turn it into a IndieHackers/StarterStory for email lists.Forensic list growth study #1: The HustleEmail list size: 1.3 million | Age: 4 years | Frequency: Daily | Content: tech/business news0-1k subs - Tactics:Founders exported their Linkedin contacts and sent cold emails asking to join.Started writing blog posts at 1 per week with request for sign up at bottom. Resource intensive, low return at first.Created sharable infographics on famous entrepreneurs, does okay on facebook but doesn't convert to newsletter sign-ups. Abandoned strategy.Misstep: Scraped a student database of 15,000 email addresses and cold emailed asked them to join. "...waste of time...did not work."1k-10k subs - Tactics:Hit 10k email subscribers via reddit posts (that have content in the body but link out to full length blog posts), following this viral formula:[morally suspect stunt/experiment in the real world] + [trending topic in a niche sub] = Reddit HitApproximately 1 out 10 posts become hits.Example: Plagiarized a romance novel to game Amazon ebook rankings and posted an article with the inflammatory results to writing subsDid no-cost newsletter partnerships with bigger brands (you share mine, I'll share yours), ie. like MensHealth.KEY INSIGHT: Increased frequency of emails from 2/week to every day, ironically found it increased open rates10k-60k subs - Tactics:Started a referral program for new subscribers (physical swag is unlocked at each bonus level). Placed the referral form directly on the success page after users sign up--and inside every single email they send.KEY INSIGHT: Inside the referral form, users were allowed to upload their entire address book in one click.Less than 1% of users refer at first, but those that do average near 25 referralsMore blog success on reddit following viral formula. Tried Reddit voting rings to boost performance on reddit at first, but the success is mostly organic. Hits include, "Microdosing LSD for 14 days" and "living off Soylent for 30 days" (all fit into the formula above)Able to optimize squeeze page (sign up page) via testing now that site has some trafficTests reveal a sign up page with one sentence and a single input form converts best. No asking for first names, no social proof, no sample newsletter, no bonus ebook. Removed double opt-in.60k-250k subs - Tactics:Move off Mailchimp and onto an API based solution, eventually dedicated IPStart monetizing subscribers via native ads (written by The Hustle team in their tone, NOT banner ads), CPM's in the $40-$60 range. Daily open rates at 40% at this time. Click-thru rate on ads is in the range of 3-6%. Toptal is first advertiser.Note: The 2-3 person sales team required for consistently filling a daily ad slot at premium CPMs means you need at least some fundingCo-founder Sam Parr does many interviews with indie entrepreneurship/growth marketing media outlets (target audience). Most seem to be in the range of about 10-50k listeners/readers. I'd guess these reach roughly 300,000-500,000 people in total, of which 20% convert to subscribers.Backlinks from viral hits & interviews help raise domain authority and elevate all other posts from the blog in Google Search.Organic search traffic steadily growing, but blog visitors convert at low numbers (under 4%).250k-1.3mil subs - Tactics:Gets less interesting from here, and less relatable to the rest of usAd sales and longer-term data on churn allows for calculation of reader LTV. Gives target for acquisition cost via paid ads (read Peter Thiel for more on this)Begin running HEAVY paid ads on Facebook, some twitter, some outbrain (see screenshots of ad evolution).KEY INSIGHT: Facebook allows uploading your email list to find a "lookalike" audience. Leveraging existing subscribers to find new ones becomes easy as pie.Facebook ads allow for a demographic shift from mostly men to more women—which is more favorable for advertisers(insight: women are hard to reach organically via reddit and tech blogs/podcasts)GOING DEEP: ESTIMATED NUMBERSReferral program: Responsible for roughly 15% of overall compound growthOrganic vs. Paid Growth: Mostly organic up to 200k-ish subs, 70-90% of growth driven by Facebook ads after thatPaid subscriber acquisition cost: $4-5 per user via Facebook ads but rising (tested via lookalike audience)Subscriber value: Roughly $1/month (take $50-250 CPMs x 24 letters per month @ 40% open rate x 2-3% monthly churn)Viral coefficient: Not even close to 1 on the referral program, so this would not be considered a true "viral" growth story by investors.PLATFORMS & TOOLS[Also have info on platforms and tools used but have left this out to avoid people thinking I'm trying to sell something]
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I posted 272 times in 2022
That's 265 more posts than 2021!
126 posts created (46%)
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I tagged 195 of my posts in 2022
Only 28% of my posts had no tags
#peter parker x reader - 39 posts
#peter parker fanfiction - 38 posts
#tom holland x reader - 37 posts
#tom holland fanfiction - 31 posts
#peter parker imagine - 26 posts
#peter parker - 26 posts
#tom holland imagine - 25 posts
#peter parker oneshot - 23 posts
#tom!peter x reader - 22 posts
#peter parker angst - 21 posts
Longest Tag: 67 characters
#doesn’t he know how people will react when he shares this stuff? 😭
I sent 1 gift in 2022
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
↳ *cute sweater* ༉‧₊˚✧
summary ↠ what’s a better way to have fun in a car with the cutest boy in the world?
warnings ↠ smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl pls & ty) cussing, dirty talk, minors dni <3
pairing ↠ sub!tom!peter x dom!fem!reader
wc ↠ 1k
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being tony stark meant you could buy whatever the hell you want and brag about it for days on end.
when he offered to take you and peter on a ride in his brand new car he bought on impulse, you were forced to say yes, only so he could shut up about it.
that’s how you became trapped in a car, waiting for him to come from a meeting he forgot he was supposed to attend.
“peterrrrrr i’m bored.” you sighed dramatically. you looked at him from the backseat, he was slouched in his seat with his arms folded and his eyes shut.
“im sorry, i can’t help you.” he shrugged. “we’re in the same boat. or should i say car?”
“that was painfully unfunny.” you rolled your eyes.
the heat from being trapped inside was starting to get to you, making your head swarm with naughty ideas. “let’s do something fun.” you smirked.
“something fun? like what? what could we possibly get up to in here?”
you crawled up to the front, landing right on peters lap, bringing your hands to his shoulders.
his eyes shot open when he felt you pressed against him. he looked at you like you were crazy when it finally registered with him what you were suggesting by the devilish smirk on your lips.
“no, no.” peter shook his head. “we are not doing that in here. not in this car at least.”
“oh come on, where’s the harm in a little fun?” you purred. you planted kisses over his neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh.
“oh- y/n mr. stark could come back at any moment, we- we can’t…” it was getting harder and harder for him to resist you. he shut his eyes and tilted his head back, his grip on your hips tightened as he finally gave in to you.
“okay, fine!” your lips abruptly left him as you started moving off of him, making him whine. “if you really don’t want to do this, i won’t force you-“
“no, wait!” he grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap again. “just- just be quick okay?”
you nodded, and bit your lip to hide your excitement. you pulled his pants down just enough to expose his boxers.
“wait, we don’t have protection…” you pouted at the realization.
“we don’t have time, i need you now.” he rasped.
you hovered over him bunching your already short skirt up and moving your panties to the side. you took his throbbing cock in your hand, teasing your entrance ever so slowly. he whined and squirmed under you. he bucked his hips, silently begging you to fuck him.
you wasted no time slamming yourself down on him, throwing your head back as you maintained a hasty pace. your nails dug into his shoulders at the feeling of his tip hitting sweet spot just right.
the car shook ferociously as you bounced on him, letting anyone walking by know what you were getting up to. at least the windows are tinted.
his face was scrunched in complete pleasure as he tipped his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. his mouth hung open, letting out the most obscene noises you’ve ever hear from him.
“look at you, look at how good my pussy fucks you. gonna be a good boy and c-cum for me?”
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462 notes - Posted May 8, 2022
#4
↳ *crush * ༉‧₊˚✧
summary: you ask peter to kiss you, unaware of his true feelings for you.
warnings: mutual pining, friends to lovers, a bit of angst, like one swear word. that’s it シ
tom!peter parker x fem!reader (all characters 18+)
1.1k words
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“hey peter, can i kiss you?”
peter never turned his head so quick.
you and peter were currently sitting in his room, studying for an upcoming exam. he almost thought he was hearing things when he heard his crush- since forever, ask to kiss him. of course he always dreamed of the moment he could, but he knew better than to cross that line with you. you might’ve been his crush, but you were also his best friend and he would never forgive himself if he ruined that.
“who, me? why? not that i wouldn’t want to or wouldn’t like it but why?” he stuttered, feeling heat rush to his cheeks.
“well, i’m going on a date tonight and i think i really like this boy, but i’ve never kissed anyone. so i just wanna be prepared if anything happens you know?” you confessed.
peters heart dropped a little at your statement, but he was also glad. you were going on a date with someone else and it tore him up inside. but, you’ve never been kissed & he was going to be the first to give you the experience.
“are you serious? you’ve never been kissed?” he tried holding back a smile.
you frowned, not expecting him to react that way. “come on, don’t make fun of me. you know what, i shouldn’t have asked. i’m sorry.”
“i wasn’t- i didn’t mean it like that! i just- you’re really pretty so i guess i just thought you’ve been kissed or something…”
“nope, sorry to disappoint you.” you giggled.
peter got quiet after a while, feeling his nerves get the best of him. “hey are you sure you want it to be me? like as your first kiss? i guess i just don’t want you to regret it.” he trailed off.
“why would i regret it? you’re my best friend, we know each other a lot, and i trust you. better you than anyone else right?” you smiled at him.
you patted the spot on the bed beside you, signaling him to come and sit. he anxiously stood and walked over to you, sat down. 4 years of friendship has not prepared him nearly enough for this moment.
peter swallowed thickly, realizing just how close your faces were. his eyes shifted back and forth from your eyes to your lips, as his heart beat quickened.
with a shaky hand, he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, and pressed his lips softly against against. his slightly chapped lips moved against your soft ones delicately. he could taste the mango flavored chapstick on your lips as he deepened the kiss, pressing his nose into your cheek.
your heart pounded rapidly, not sure if it was from nerves or excitement. you relaxed into the kiss anyway, feeling warmth run through your body. you felt as if you were on fire.
you hesitantly pulled away after a while, fluttering your eyes open and panting softly. you both stared at each other for a while, both surprising the other. where did he learn to kiss like that?
peter cleared his throat and backed away a little. “so uh, how’d you- how’d you like it?”
“it was nice, it was really really good actually…” you smiled while your fingers brushed over your lips, still able to feel him moments after he had gone.
peter smiled proudly to himself, feeling like he’d just won at life. he kissed the girl of his dreams and she liked it.
his victory was short lived once you spoke your next sentence. “that was great, thanks for helping me pete. i should probably go now though, to get ready.”
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562 notes - Posted February 13, 2022
#3
↳ *touch* ༉‧₊˚✧
summary: peters erotic fantasies lead to the night of his life.
warnings: smut, fingering, swearing, minors dni pls
inexperienced!peter parker x experienced! fem!reader all characters 18+
1k words
A/N: first smut kinda nervous- lmk if some shits inaccurate please :)
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he’d been so caught up with his personal life and being spider-man, that peter barely saw you at all in the past week. so, he decided to make up for lost time.
you were currently sat between his legs with your back against his chest, as you mindlessly played with the rings on his hand.
his free hand was massaging your stomach gently, making you feel warm all over. his hand accidentally slipped under the top part of your pants, brushing over the waistband of your lace panties.
his eyes widened as he felt is face and ears get hot. he certainly didn’t mean to do it, but he wasn’t complaining. “sorry…” he spoke quickly.
“ ‘s okay pete.” you giggled at your boyfriends shyness, and turned your attention to the tv, while playing with his rings.
it was not in fact okay. he couldn’t stop the filthy thoughts of your legs spread open for him, screaming his name as he swiftly fucked you with his fingers, coating his fingers with your juices. he muttered a quick ‘fuck’ at the thought, which you didn’t miss.
“you alright?”
“i’m fine sweetness.”
he was not in fact fine. he felt himself getting harder and harder with each erotic thought of you, and with the way you were nuzzled against him, he was sure you’d feel it soon.
you felt him tense up all of a sudden, his hand slowing to a stop on your stomach. you frowned at his change of behavior, turning to look at him with a slight crease in your brow.
“are you sure you’re okay? what’s going on with you?” you squeezed his thigh trying to comfort him, which shouldn’t have aroused him more but did anyway.
he felt guilty about the whole thing honestly. here you were, just wanting to spend time with your boyfriend, and all he could think about was shoving his hand down your pants. he didn’t want to tell you what was really wrong with him, you’d probably think he was a creep.
“whats on your mind petey? you can always talk to me.” you patted his thigh as you picked up on his silence.
“it’s nothing really, i was just wondering if you’ve ever been t-touched? like down there?”
you smirked and bit your lip after finally realizing what this was about, but you decided to play coy.
“yeah, a few times. why?” you started playing with the rings on his fingers again, subtly teasing him.
he cleared his throat before he spoke. “i kinda wanna… you know…”
“did you want to touch me pete?” you asked seductively. you brought his fingers to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the tips of them.
“i- i do but, i’ve never touched a girl before…”
“that’s okay, i’ll help you.” you rubbed his thigh reassuringly. “just, tell me if you ever want to stop okay?”
he nodded and gulped as he watched you put the tips of his ring and middle finger in your mouth, rolling your tongue around them slowly. you pushed them in a bit further, softly moaning as you covered his digits with your saliva.
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896 notes - Posted February 28, 2022
#2
that first kiss
summary: you and peter reminisce about your first kiss, but you both have very different takes on it.
warnings: fluff, a lil angst
pairing: tom!peter x reader
wc: 891
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1,017 notes - Posted October 30, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
↳ *rendezvous* ༉‧₊˚✧
summary ↠ you and peter get caught in the act by your father, tony stark.
warnings ↠ smut from the jump, fwb, friends to lovers, no no words, hella dialogue, minors dni <3
pairing ↠ tom!peter x stark!reader all characters 18+
wc ↠ 2.1k
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the day peter agreed to become friends with benefits was a very controversial one. given that he had a lifelong crush on you, and you wanted to dive into your nonexistent sex life, it was a no brainer. of course with you being the daughter of tony stark, and tony being peters boss, you had to keep your rendezvous underground.
“fuck, pete. faster-“ you threw your head back, feeling the bed rock as peter thrusted harshly into you. he was fucking you so good, you could barely manage coherent sentences.
“want more?” he panted and began to place kisses along your neck, careful not to mark you up like you had warned.
you nodded, biting your lip to suppress your moans. peter complied, fucking into you much faster than before which you didn’t think was possible. you shrieked loudly as he repeatedly hit your cervix, causing peter to clamp his hand over your mouth.
“shh, we can’t be loud remember?”
you whimpered under his hand and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. he was fucking you faster than the speed of light, leaving you a trembling, limp-bodied, moaning mess.
he grunted as he relentlessly gave you his all, feeling your walls squeeze him for dear life. he knew you were close, and he wasnt far behind either.
he held your wrists above your head and his grip tightened as he continued pounding into you mercilessly. you felt the knot forming in your stomach and your vision blurred, but peter pulled completely out of you, denying you of your orgasm.
you whined and frowned at him, watching him frantically scamper away from you. “what the fuck, peter?” you breathed out.
“get your clothes on y/n, i can hear your dad coming.”
“i was coming too.” you pouted.
he pulled his boxers up and frantically searched for the rest of his clothes. “y/n i’m not fucking around.” he threw your bra at you.
“we just we’re fucking around though.”
he looked up at you, clearly unamused.
“sorry. i’ll stop.”
by the time you both got dressed again tony was just opening the door. you didn’t even have time to smooth down your hair.
his eyebrows knit together at the sight of peter, who he thought left the tower 20 minutes ago. “pete? what’re you still doing here?”
“oh, peter asked me if i could help him study for an upcoming um… science exam!” you smiled widely at him.
“right…” he looked you up and down, noticing how out of order you looked, and how you and peter were awkwardly standing beside each other. he brushed it off though, you two were normally strange acting around him.
“well, since you’re still here pete, come and join us for dinner? steve didn’t cook tonight, so i don’t have to order an alternate dinner.”
“uh, yeah sure. why not?” peter nods.
“great.” he turned to leave. “oh y/n? please open a window in here. light a candle, spray some febreeze, anything. it smells like ass in here.”
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1,034 notes - Posted April 4, 2022
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