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[will41n]

they're happy

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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...

[mooodyblue]

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.”

[luchicm04]

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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

posted on ao3

“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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#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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↳ *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+)

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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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#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

masterlist | taglist

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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

taglist | masterlist

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

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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[baeshijima]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

A/N : i have nothing to say other than the fact there will be an excessive amount of twitch slang bc why tf not + just,,, heavy streamer!albedo brainrot ;-;

masterlist

AIGHT

streamer albedo

…

pog—

so before we get into him being whipped for u, let’s go over the type of strimmer mr Kreideprinz is

fun fact that’s his twitch name��

albedo would be the type to do lots of variety streams of different games, but also the occasional art one if he wants to have a chill stream with his chat !!

speaking of chat… they’re an odd mix of wholesome supporters, KAPPA + POGGERS + catJAM (bc he always has some bangers on in the bg like yes u bless our ears my guy) + KEKW + EZ Clap + his own emotes spammers, mr albedo’s very own shrimps (me, ahEm—), and ppl who just appreciate his voice + gameplay

if there’s a troll he just bans them OMEGALUL

omg he has lots of emotes (which he made in some of his art streams so his viewers could choose some) for every scenario but we’ll get into the popular ones in a bit 👁👁

he’s most definitely one of the bigger, well-known streamers but with a smaller group of friends

his discord server has,,, a lot of ppl,,, 70k+ ppl big,,, rip notifs if ur in it ;-;

he has it muted tho 🐥 like, sir, that’s ur server pay the goddamn price smh

wait i forgot to mention this but he has his webcam on when streaming

so u can bet ur chickens that when ppl come to visit his stream bc of whatever category he has on, they stay for his visuals and voice <33

his twt 🤡 mans gets 1k+ likes, rts, comments within the first 5-10 mins

omg he gets soft when he receives sm support from his community 🥺🥺

gifts so many subs when hitting milestones, chat is wholesome or just whenever really HJKSDHKL 

also doesn’t swear much unless he gets played by his own game and/or someone is being incredibly annoying <//3

he also just,,, eats on stream

albedo straight up takes his webcam with him to show him cooking if his viewers ask for it

or he just orders food then and there and eats while chatting to everyone or watching youtube with his chat 🥺

nOW ONTO HIM BEING WHIPPED FOR U AS A GENSHIN STREAMER

this AR55 man 👩‍🦯

he can literally produce content from anything

from artifact farming, to spiral abyss, to running around mindlessly, to building characters he would normally never build, to him seeing how high up is considered too high to dive

and everyone eats it up bc it’s albedo <3

also !! he’s the type who includes the story quests in his streams so his reaction and thoughts on everything is just,,, there

now when u were first introduced in the prologue (yes ur one of the ogs + involved in the dvalin fight <33) he blanked and all his viewers could see was u on screen with him staring blankly in the bottom right of the screen

this man straight up saw u in a cutscene for one second and fell in love

his chat went wild omfg

he immediately made an emote for u and that’s his most popular one 😌

but i kid u not, the moment u appeared in that cutscene (one in which he will forever treasure in the crevices of his heart) was the moment he asked this exact question ;

“ so (y/n) banner when? ” 

and mihoyo heard his pleas and answered with ur event banner 

except it was like,, 4 months later 

at least ur finally here tho :’)

now he can have his lil science-y moments with ur voicelines ;-;

yes, ur the chief alchemist but ✨ 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✨

. . .

shut up

n e who

when he saw the notification from mihoyo’s official forums that u will be a playable character in the new update — along with new characters, region, events & a domain — i shit u not he did a rt, his own tweet, an announcement on the community feature on youtube, and made constant reminders to his viewers on twitch abt how he will be a (y/n) haver no matter what

he even added future (y/n) haver in his twt display name

what a shrimp—

the 1.2 update stream 🐥 he was there waiting for it to go live with like,,, 19k viewers spamming his chat abt predictions and obv ur official release + showcase

and when i say this man fell even more in love while watching ur trailer and character showcase 🥺 he wouldn’t stop smiling or being in awe bc ur just??? so stunning???

mihoyo clearly has a favourite child and it’s u

chat was spamming ur exclusive emote like crazy oml

u can bet it was also flooded with lots of POGs and POGGERS 

overall it was a very fun, chaotic stream filled with lots of (y/n) appreciation and love <33

also a very memorable stream for all his viewers bc of the side of albedo they rarely see unless ur involved

the day ur banner was to go live tho 🐥

the streams leading up to the fateful day consisted of him farming ur mats 

that’s it

boss runs, local specialties, hero wits, talent books, the mats needed for ur weapon he was inevitably going to pull for (only the best for the best, afterall) and many domain runs

many painful domain runs

all of it was worth it tho bc ur worth everything :’)

an actual quote said by him—

at least he can get u and ur weapon to lvl 90 right off the bat with all the artifacts tailored for u ;-;

and get u to that point he did HJSDKJF

once ur banner dropped? immediately started wishing

2 multis in and he gets u 😣

albedo nearly cried and was the literal embodiment of head in hands

wHEN I SAY HIS CHAT BLEW TF UP AND HIS MODS JOINED IN

modCheck has left the chat

everyone’s rooting for him :’)

pulled for ur weapon and got it in 1 multi

sir give me ur luck pls and ty

but yes he nearly choked on the gASP he let out while chat screamed even more

he blanked for a bit, i won’t lie ;-;

but when he realised this was real, he immediately went to his party set up and put u in

can we all get an f in the chat for his lvl 10 tartaglia 😔💔👊

his chat usually rages at him to build him but if he’s being honest, he cba

ur vl when he put u in the party tho <333

now he’s just spent half an hour running around with u, letting u do ur idle animations (will always be grateful for mihoyo creating u like this), reading ur very limited (for now—) character story and going through ur voicelines 

ur morning & about us (when he unlocks it) voiceline >>>>> his heart be running laps rn i swear

eventually he does begin to build u after much admiration on his end and at lvl 1 with lvl 20 artifacts, u already have 1.6k atk 🐥

now after he levels u and ur weapon to lvl 90, u have 2.8k atk 🐥

rip mobs <//3

he now plays u as his main dps 😌

the kit initially designed for u is meant to be more for support?? kinda like the whole ganyu or zhongli debate abt them being a dps or a support/sub dps ;-;

except ur more utility like venti or bennett

and even though the majority said at the beginning (aka, mihoyo, pretty much any other streamer and the larger part of the fanbase) that ur meant for support, he said fuck that and built u as his main dps

and i won’t lie, u do more damage than any of his characters, and ppl who co op with him

ur his pride and joy :’)

he went to take a look at ur consts to see if they were worth the rng suffering and, lo-and-behold,

they were

so now he’s using all his saved primos for u to try and get ur c6 const, along with making ur weapon r5 :’)

his chat gets a free view of him internally suffering when the gold light doesn’t come, and his external suffering when he loses the 50/50

in the end, he decided to whale for u <33

after nearly an hour, he has u to c6 and ur weapon to r5 ;-;

now all he’s been doing the whole stream is running around with u in open world, doing his daily farming, doing more domain and boss runs, exploring the new region (dragonspine) + ur story quest

he’s saving the event quest for another stream bc ✨content✨ 

in ur quest, he had multiple heart attacks and now has many, many screenshots <3

he now has a zoomed in pic of ur face as his twt pfp <33

okay so i also feel like he’s not all that bothered abt getting characters to friendship level 10 immediately and would rather let it happen through time

but obv ur not any other character *proceeds to debby ryan at u*

even if ur not fit for a particular domain or boss, he still puts u in the party so when collecting the blossom/rewards, u can get the friendship exp ;-;

he just wants ur name card so he can show off okay 🥺

when he lets his viewers pick out the playlist, 98% of the songs are from ur character demo theme 

they just know him so well 😩

they also just wanna see the way he smiles when he hears it play but shhhhhh

now he just has his in-game avatar as u, and ur namecard too <33

also his signature is just ;

“ (y/n)’s favourite streamer ”

[waka-chan-out]

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 🙉

-🚾

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.”

[euphoricsunflowers]

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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[chronic-claire-universe]

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.

[twokinkybeans]

Il Ristorante [A Spin-Off To ‘Tempio Di Pietro’ & ‘Jar Of Dirt’]

Summary: It’s midwinter, and Peter feels frustrated that he can’t seem to get into his Cupido headspace now that his Italian island is off-limits. MJ has an idea to help him and Tony out. Or: Tony and Peter have another threesome with MJ. Tags/warnings: Nff, Roleplay, God Worship Kink, Threesome F/M/M (find a full list of tags on AO3). Notes: Lien and I are beyond excited to finally share this piece with you! It’s a continuation of Tempio Di Pietro / a new part of our Ti Amo series (find here). We decided to update this as soon as we hit a 1K Tumblr followers, so here we are!! Thank you all so much for your continued support. We love you <3 ps. Tony and Peter are in an established long term relationship. Their feelings for MJ are purely platonic.

Read this fic on AO3

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IL RISTORANTE

“Peter…” MJ’s voice trails off and Peter feels his cheeks heat up slightly. They’re sitting on the floor of MJ’s new, but still very much empty loft. After she had troubles with the heating system in her dorm room and Peter overheard her conversation with her racist landlord he knew he had to get her out of there. Tony agreed, and they happily funded MJ’s new home. They just finished taking the measurements of the space and figured they had some time left to just sit and chat before going to IKEA to meet up with Tony there. Somehow, the conversation had drifted to… Well, Cupido. “Don’t you remember the note I wrote to you on your birthday? The one that came with my presents? You can do this.” “I know, I just…” Peter sighs, fiddling with his fingers as he tries to find the right words. He knows that MJ is right, but… “I just don’t want to let him down.”

MJ’s lips curl into a sympathetic smile and she leans in to bump her shoulder into his. Peter snorts, the playful gesture comforting and grounding. Gosh, he wants her to be right. He’s been craving it, but now that it’s winter, there’s no fun in going to the Italian island. Either he waits, or he tries at home. In New York. The thought alone feels wrong. Cupido and New York just… don’t mingle together very well. Oh, how he misses Tony’s sweet devotion sometimes. Of course, he gets his fair share of sex. Tony and he literally can’t keep their hands off each other. Peter loves it. He’s the subbiest sub he knows of. It’s just that being Cupido settles something else, deep, very deep inside of him. There’s something about Tony’s undivided attention and adoration that just feels so wonderfully magical.  “What if…” MJ mumbles slowly. “What if you try it in a nice, Italian restaurant, and-” “But MJ, I-” “No, no. Hear me out,” MJ grins and raises a finger at him. Peter presses his lips together and tries to keep the laughter from bubbling up in his throat. It’s funny how she still holds the reins in all of this. “I didn’t mean one of those cheap pizza places- bless them- but rather one of those classy, high-end spots. Tony would pay for that without having to think twice.”

MJ pauses for a moment and shifts where she sits against the wall. Something about her posture changes and by the gods, Peter realizes what she’s trying to do. Her beautiful, thick curls brush past his lower arm and she leans back slightly.  “Can’t you imagine it, Peter?” MJ’s voice is dreamy and soft. “The warm glow of the lights- almost like the midnight sun sinking into the sea. Lush greenery all around you, accompanied by statues. Lots, and lots of statues. Hard chest, strong abs, but Tony wouldn’t see them as his eyes are focused on you and you alone.” Peter’s breath hitches at her description. He can do nothing but stare at her as she speaks and continues her fantasy. “Soft, Italian tunes in the background. Probably some romantic, passionate but slow guitar songs. Maybe even some organetto songs. You could listen to that while you taste the savory food, rich in texture and flavor and spices too. And Tony? He’d offer it all to you.” “Oh fuck, MJ.”

Peter can imagine it all now. The vision in his mind includes their servant too. He sees Tony’s big, brown, pleading eyes. So loving and full of admiration it has Peter’s heart swell with love and joy every single time. MJ licks her lips and raises a hand to trail her finger over Peter’s cheek. The gentle, barely-there contact sets of a series of shivers down his spine. His mouth opens in a silent gasp and he stares at her. Completely entranced. “H-how do you do this, so… So easily?” He mumbles and tries to ignore the way his cheeks flare up at her obvious flirtation.  It’s almost funny how platonic their love for each other is and yet when MJ’s demeanor shifts he’s weak. “Mmmmh, turn into Aphrodite you mean?” Her voice is soft, yet rough around the edges, a deep, sultry tone that is playful yet ever so serious. “Yeah…” MJ lifts his chin. “Because she’s a part of me. She’s right there, for me to access whenever. Just as Cupido is inside you.” Her hand slides down from his face onto his chest and it rests in the place where he can almost feel his own beating heart pounding within his ribcage. “Close your eyes.”

Peter easily obeys the Goddess’- no, MJ’s- command. He hopes MJ can’t feel his crazy heartbeat. Or maybe, he hopes she does. Something about her gentle fingers is so different when she gets like this. They’re still soft and sweet, yet so demanding. He waits for her to say something, but she doesn’t. It’s just her hand on his heart, and the words she spoke playing in his head over and over again. 

He’s this close to feeling it. Peter knows Cupido is there somewhere, but the God remains ever so out of reach; slipping right through Peter’s fingers. He sighs and opens his eyes again. Slowly he puts his hands over MJ’s and smiles faintly. “I know you’re right, but I just can’t do it…” he mutters. He’s not exactly frustrated. He just doesn’t understand what is keeping him from accessing his godly mindset. It’s- 

Okay, it is a little frustrating. 

MJ hums quietly, resting her head on top of his shoulder.  “You’ll get there, Pete. Trust me.” “Yeah.” He presses his lips together, resting his own head on top of hers. “What time is it, anyway? I don’t wanna keep Tony waiting at IKEA too long now.” “Let him wait,” MJ chuckles, “-just five good minutes of Tony Stark, billionaire, to be seen at IKEA and have people wonder whether it’s truly him.” “You’re a sadist.”

MJ simply smirks.

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The second Tony’s eyes fall on their designated table, he knows that there’s more going on than just a simple date night with his boyfriend. A fancy place like this would never set a table for three for a couple by accident. One look at Peter’s flustered face is enough to confirm his suspicions that something is off. Something is going to happen. The man glances at his surroundings once more. It’s… Italian. Very Italian, in fact. Tony swallows. “How’d you find this place?” He asks and tries to ignore the way his voice falters. He isn’t sure what’s happening but he’s thrilled. He’s curious. Excited. He wants to… He wants to take care of Peter. Or rather, devote himself to a certain young god. “Google,” Peter quips a little too fast. Tony knows it’s highly unlikely that innocent Peter Parker found a place like this on Google. It’s simply too expensive to show up on the first couple of pages. The white calacatta marble tables with golden lining are the very proof of that. As are the simple, yet rustic grey farmhouse chairs. Clearly high-quality elmwood. The seats padded with supple leather for more comfort compared to a regular wooden chair. The soft piano music fills Tony’s ears and it’s accompanied by the soft splashing of the fountain in the middle of the dining area.

“Mmmh,” Tony hums to counter Peter’s excuse and sits down on one of the chairs, sighing in content as the seat is indeed as nice as he expected. Peter hurries after him and sits down opposite him. The boy takes a deep breath and straightens his shoulders. Tony wonders what Peter is up to. Italy and Italian things, in general, mean something to them, and it has Tony slightly confused. Peter never wants anything to do with that in America. Or rather, is too anxious to try it. Peter isn’t insensitive at all so there’s no possible way that he picked this place by accident. Are they… Trying it again? Tony sniffs. “So, what’s with the third plate?” “What?” “The third plate,” Tony leans back against the backrest and tries to stay clear-headed. He has to wait. Wait and see. Peter presses his lips together. God, he seems so tense.  “Well…” Peter starts. His brows have curled together in a frown at this point and the boy licks his lips nervously. That’s about enough, Tony reckons. He’s already feeling the familiar tingle in his chest so he might as well indulge Peter, even if he’s too flustered to say the obvious. He’s trying. For Tony. So, Tony will help. Tony swiftly gets up from his chair and moves to stand behind Peter, who looks up startled. “It’s okay, Pete, you don’t have to tell me everything.” Tony’s hands creep up to rest on Peter’s shoulders and squeeze softly. “Let me help you.” Peter can only stare at the cutlery in front of him. He gasps quietly when Tony’s hand creeps up into his hair, caressing where he would have his crown if they were in Italy. “Tony?” Peter stutters and his boyfriend leans in to let his neatly trimmed beard scratch the shell of Peter’s ear. “Yes, my Lord?” Peter squeezes his eyes shut and stifles a moan, when suddenly… “I see you’re already getting started without me?” Both Tony and Peter are popped out of their little bubble and they look up, jaws dropping at the sight in front of them. MJ. In what could only be described as a golden dress. Her hair is neatly curled into a half updo, with strands playfully yet purposefully draped to frame her face. Her wrists jingle with the many golden bracelet rings they’re carrying and on top of her head rests a golden crown. Both men feel like there’s no more air to breathe and it’s only when MJ winks and steps closer that they’re shaken out of their trance. “Aphrodite?” The name slips from Tony’s lips before he could think it through and MJ simply smiles. “I’m guessing that’s a ‘yes’ on the outfit?” “Yes,” Tony and Peter reply in unison, breathlessly. “You’re- holy- you’re stunning,” Peter stammers, still staring wide-eyed and only now realizing how deep the V cleavage actually goes. Her skin radiates warmth, as if she’s the sun and her cheeky smile snaps Peter back to reality. “Why, thank you.” MJ nods curtly and opens her small designer bag. “I would say I aim to please… Though, that’s more your job, isn’t it?” She eyes Tony, who sucks in a breath. “Take a seat, Tony. We have things to discuss.” “Things?” Peter questions as Tony makes his way back to his chair, fumbling and stumbling as the mask of the put together billionaire has dropped. “Well... “ MJ reveals a small hourglass from the bag and places it in the middle of the table. She turns to Tony and leans forward, elbows resting on the table. “See, Tony, we have a bit of a problem.” “Oh?” Tony cocks an eyebrow and steals a quick glance at Peter, who shrugs confused. “All of us know he can do it.” MJ bites her lip and her hair dances as she quickly flicks her head to Peter. “But he just can’t get there.” “You’re saying it as if I need Viagra,” Peter scoffs as he leans back, crossing his arms. MJ chuckles. “Petey-boy, I’m trying to be sexy here, don’t ruin the mood.” MJ drops one of her hands on the table and snakes it to the hourglass to toy with it. Peter’s eyes fixate on the sand swirling around as she topples and twists it. “You said you wanted this. For Tony. For you. We will get you there, Peter. By the end of this dinner, you will be our Cupido again.” She bites the inside of her cheek and side-eyes Tony. “Are we all green?” Tony nods, face scrunching together as he swallows with his dry throat. “Green,” he mumbles immediately. MJ looks back at Peter whose shoulders have raised to tuck his head down in shame. He’s uncomfortable. Scared. MJ audibly sucks at her teeth and leans in a bit more, fingers letting go of the hourglass so she can reach for Peter. She pats the table twice, trying to coach any reply out of him, but he keeps staring at his hands in his lap. “Peter?” “Yellow,” he whispers. Tony immediately stands up again to get closer to his boyfriend. “May I?” he asks before wrapping an arm around him. Peter nods and smiles crooked at the warm embrace. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, okay? We’re just gonna have a fun time and if something happens, it happens. If not, then that’s completely fine too. Okay?” Peter nods again, slightly, and sighs.

“I don’t want to disappoint you.” “When have you ever?” Tony chuckles. “Well, there was that one time with the Vulture-” “Nope, nuh-uh, not doing this.” Tony squeezes Peter tightly to him. “How old were you even back then? Fourteen?” “Fifteen.” “Also, did you hear yourself? ‘that one time,’ huh?” MJ butts in with a smirk. “You never disappoint, Pete. And you won’t tonight. Doesn’t matter whose bed we end up in or what we end up doing. The goal is for us to feel good. Like, good good.” MJ raises her eyebrows playfully as she presents the menu. “All of us.” “I know,” Peter mumbles, taking the menu from MJ’s hands. “Please, don’t get me wrong, I do want this. So much. I’m just… Nervous, I guess?” Tony presses his lips against Peter’s temple in a soft kiss. “That’s okay, Pete. Take all the time you need.” Peter nods gratefully. “Thank you.” He then quickly looks up and straightens his back. “Please, though, indulge yourselves. Maybe… Maybe that’ll make it easier for me to join in.” ...

“Sooo…” MJ sing songs softly. “What are we feeling tonight?” Tony purses his lips and looks at Peter for a second. “Not sure, to be honest. All of it sounds good,” he ponders as he lets his eyes glide over the words. “Not really fancying anything specifically right now.” “Fair,” MJ replies casually. “Although you know these dishes better than either of us. What would you recommend?” She pauses. “What would please us most?” Tony presses his lips together as he scans the menu again. His black slacks are surely loose enough to cover his already growing hard-on, yet the fabric strains around it as well. It’s a nice, warm, tingly feeling that coils in the depths of his stomach. Like a small candle flame. Nothing spectacular, but it could grow into a massive fire if left unguarded. Tony has a feeling he’ll lose himself tonight.

“If I may,” he starts quietly and smiles at his boyfriend who looks at him with familiar curiosity, “-I would recommend you try the osso buco. And for the lady,” he continues and shifts his gaze at MJ, whose smirk is ever so evident. She’s so calm. So gentle. “-I think the cacciucco would suit your taste perfectly. Although if you prefer something heavier, the bigoli would serve you just as well.” “Mh,” MJ reads the descriptions in the menu. “I think the seafood is a good call. You know me too well, caro.”

It’s not soon after that the waiter, who is almost unfairly handsome as well, brings them their chosen dishes. Served with a nice-looking olive and mushroom salad in an earthy-brown ceramic bowl. Tony can’t help the pang of nostalgia unfolding in his chest when he smells the food on his own plate. He did end up ordering the bigoli. As he had every single summer when he was still a young boy. Nothing screamed Italy more than the rich smell of red wine and wild duck- as much as other people might dislike it. To him, it was comfort food. “Buon appetito,” he smiles and carefully takes the right pieces of silver cutlery to scoop up a spoon filled with sauce. He blows, lightly, trying to cool it since steam is still emerging from the liquid, and then he wraps his lips around the silverware and moans. “Oh, this is good-” he mumbles and uses his fork to twist some of the bigoli onto his spoon until the strands no longer threaten to fall off.

“Eager,” MJ teases and brings her own spoon towards her lips. “A little too eager, don’t you think, Pete?” Peter looks up from his plate as if MJ was a teacher catching him doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. He glances at Tony and then back at MJ. “Hm?” “Remind me, how would dining go with you two on the island?” MJ smirks and leans her elbows on the table, breaking etiquette. It doesn’t matter that it would be considered inappropriate to sit like that at a restaurant like this, with the amount of confidence making her skin practically glow. “Oh,” Peter mutters, bringing his first bite down before it could even reach his lips. “Well, we… Um-” He frowns, not taking his eyes from his plate. “Close your eyes,” MJ continues. Peter complies immediately, taking a shaky breath. Why did he feel so much pressure? Why did this make him so nervous? MJ’s voice cuts through his thoughts. She brought it down slightly, rounding it out more. “Imagine you’re there, right now. The warm sun kissing your skin, yet the cool breeze from the shore keeping you comfortable in the heat…” Peter could almost hear it. The seagulls and the waves… “You’re at the temple, your temple. Tony has set the dinner table and he guides you to your seat.” MJ pauses for a second, letting the images flood Peter’s mind. “Can you see it?” He nods faintly, the corners of his mouth curling up at the memories. Peter is surprised to hear a faint, low hum to his left, but it doesn’t take a genius to know what’s going on. Tony can see it too. “Tell me, Peter… What happens next?” Peter licks his lips before he answers, leaning back against the chair. The muscles in his shoulders are finally relaxing a little. “He’d bring the spoon to my mouth first. He knows his Cupido deserves the very first bite. My pleasure before his, my-” Peter cuts himself off and his eyes open wide when he realizes what he said. He gulps, and finds Tony’s gaze once again. “Tony,” he whispers. His fingers grazing at the marble surface of the table in an attempt to keep himself calm. “Amore. She’s right. That was a little too eager, wasn’t it? Aren’t we supposed to be the ones to consume first?”

Tony’s dark brown eyes twinkle in a strange combination between adoration and humiliation when he looks at his lover. “Yes, my Lord.” He instantly puts his spoon down. “Please, would you allow me to…” Tony’s voice trails off and his hand moves forward across the table slowly. He doesn’t want to push Peter. Doesn’t want to go too fast and scare him away. But there’s a familiar fierceness in Peter’s eyes now. Loving and playful, but also more confident every second that passes. Peter nods at his plate. “Yes, you know what to do, caro mio.” Tony gasps lightly at the tingly shiver running down his spine. It’s not quite a command yet, but it’s getting close. Funny enough, Tony now gets why Peter finds it so difficult to do this here. Tony feels it too. It’s not as hard on him, but he too feels a bit more tentative. 

Tony wants this though. So, so badly. He takes a small leap of faith when he grips Peter’s fork and carefully sticks it into a little piece of meat on the plate. He brings it to his own mouth first, gently blowing it to cool off a bit. Then, he locks gazes with Peter and smiles.  “With my sincere apologies, amore, please accept my offering?” Peter chuckles at the smooth line and shakes his head lightly.  “C’mere, I’ll decide if it’s enough once I’ve tasted it.” Now it’s Tony’s time to grin and he brings the fork to Peter’s lips. Careful not to jab the young man’s lip as he pushes it inside. A small droplet of sauce accidentally stains Peter’s chin and Tony frowns- pulling the fork back. Peter’s lips close and he hums in delight, licking the sauce away as he slowly chews the food. Tony can literally see Peter’s expression change as every single flavor sweeps through his lover’s mouth.

“How does it taste, my Lord?”

Peter opens his eyes again and Tony is certain. He is Cupido now- fully. His back is straightened and his chin is up. Cupido blinks slowly, like a content cat relishing in a beam of sunlight, and locks his half-hooded eyes with Tony’s. His stare is deep and intense, and then he speaks, voice low and authoritative. Tony somehow envisions hot, dripping nectar- can nearly feel the image drip on his cock. It twitches. “Divine.”

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“Holy shit, MJ-” Peter mumbles in complete and utter disbelief as he lets his gaze slide past the beautifully decorated bedroom that MJ created. “This is not how I remember it from last time.” “I’m glad you like it,” she grins. “Ikea didn’t have everything I needed for, well, this.” Peter nods, still amazed. There are fairy lights taped to the wall, the tiny light bulbs casting a warm glow across her room. A tapestry behind her bed showing a summer-y island that doesn’t look like their island in the slightest, yet it’s definitely what they’re all thinking about when they see it. MJ’s sheets are soft, white cotton, while small fuzzy brown pillows are scattered all across it. A few large house plants that Peter does not know the name of clearly breathe life into the room. The flourishing green almost makes Peter forget that it is, in fact, a cold winter’s day.

“It’s beautiful.” Tony simply comments. He doesn’t even try to conceal the pride on his face though. “Money well spent.” “Mmmh, I had a couple of friends so generous to help me out.” “How sweet,” Tony chuckles, but lust drips from his voice. The man still gets off so much to his deities spending his money and they know it. With flushed cheeks, he remembers how Aphrodite had swiped his card at the restaurant as if it were nothing. “You should keep them around.” “Oh, I’m definitely planning to.” 

Somehow, that one sentence completely changes the atmosphere in the room. Aphrodite's eyes darken a little and she smiles. “I have one more addition, but I’ve hidden it. It’s not for just anyone to see.” Mysteriously, she stalks over to her wardrobe and tugs at the bottom drawer. Peter peeks over her shoulder and gulps when he sees the sign she’s picked up. It’s only a small, thin piece of wood. In burnt letters, it says just three words. Three, simple words. The truest proof that words can contain the entire universe if used right. 

Dimora d'Aphrodite

“My Goddess…” Tony whimpers quietly. Aphrodite stands up tall and cocks her head to her right. Peter feels like she’s completely knocked the oxygen from his lungs.  “Tony,” she whispers quietly and beckons him closer, handing him the delicate piece of wood. “Where should we put this up?” “On top of the headboard, my Lady?” “Very well.” She sits down on the edge of her bed. Her golden dress glows in the fairy lights. Twinkling, radiating light all around her. She’s chosen this dress deliberately, Peter realizes. It makes her look so unearthly gorgeous.

And not just her, he realizes too. MJ had insisted Peter would wear a white dress shirt. His wavy hair slick with gel to make it seem more curly and wild, yet still considered appropriate enough for the restaurant. In a moment of clarity, Peter brings his hands up to undo the two top buttons of the dress shirt, revealing a hint of his toned muscles. In the restaurant, he’d been Cupido, but on the car ride to MJ’s home he’d been exposed to New York again. To the high rises and flashing lights and honking cars. He had slipped out of his role. Away from Cupido. He wants him back. Needs him. And now, being in MJ’s bedroom, with the golden glow and smell of her crisp, clean sheets, with Tony’s eyes reflecting the fairy lights; almost a symbolization of his devotion towards them- Peter regains his divinity. He rises above.  “Do what she says, amore. Put the sign up and kneel.”

There. He’d done it.

“Yes, Cupido mio,” Tony breathes. Gentle, building arousal seeping through his rough voice. It only adds to the small fire that’s slowly growing in Peter’s groin. Tony places the sign on top of the headboard. It fits perfectly. Every single time they look up they’ll see it. “Come,” Peter whispers. Tony drops to his knees in front of Peter. The young god sees the small shudder going through the man’s body. “Perfect,” Cupido whispers. He runs his hands through Tony’s soft hair, then, grips tightly. “Oh, fuck,” Tony moans out loud, his face contorting at the sudden rush of pleasure. Peter licks his lips and tilts the servant’s head a tiny bit backwards. “How’s it feel to be on your knees again, sweet thing? Did you miss me, uh?” “So much, so much my Lord. I love serving you.” “I know,” Peter rushes and bites down his lips. He isn’t quite sure to proceed, but from the corner of his eyes, he can see MJ beckoning them closer. Peter grins, pushing Tony’s head down.  “Hands on the floor, darlin’, let’s greet our queen, shall we? We are in her home after all.”

Tony lets out a shaky breath and he crawls towards MJ, his eyes cast down to the wooden floor when he stills in front of her. MJ too, drags her fingers through his hair once. Cupido sits down next to her, boldly pressing himself into her side. MJ simply leans back. Her warm skin burning through the thin material of Peter’s dress shirt. “Your servant is gorgeous,” she whispers. “How lovely to play with him again.” “He’s missed you, Aphrodite,” Peter hums.  “Oh, is that so, Tony?” “Yes, Ma’am,” Tony breathes, still not looking up at them. Peter has to bite back a moan at the sight. He’s so sweetly submissive. So pliant. Soft. Yearning to please and pleasure them both.

“Now, honey, before we fully start. Are we all green to go? Any extra hard limits I should know of?” “I’m green, my Lady. Nothing different from last time.” “Cupido?” “Same here,” Peter states quietly, excitedly anticipating everything MJ has planned for tonight. She promised she’d taken the lead role, to help guide Peter until he felt confident enough to make his own calls. He knows what she’s planned. And it’s deliciously cruel to know that Tony is completely oblivious to all of it.

“Tony,” MJ whispers. Finally, Tony looks up at her, full of adoration. “Undress yourself for us. We wish to see your beauty wholly.”

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It’s almost embarrassing, how these young, gorgeous beings turn Tony in a babbling mess simply by looking down on him. He’s shamelessly staring back, in awe of their beauty, their essence, their power. And of course, it doesn’t help that Aphrodite is riding him at a pace that cuts off any other thought in his mind. Her wetness squeezing around him is mindblowing at least.  Tony reaches his hands towards her, loving how her hair slides past his arms now that it’s falling out of her half up-do. His fingers trail past her collarbones, and he wants to say something. But the Goddess shakes her head and changes her position slightly, increasing the way his cock drags inside of her. Tony lets out an involuntary groan. “Oh Tony,” Aphrodite murmurs quietly, her voice sweet and commanding all at once. She rises up slightly, only to drop after. Her strong thighs holding him in his rightful place. “You never cease to amaze me.” “Aah-Ah!”  “That’s it, sweet thing. Show me your devotion.” “Always, my lady. T-thank you-” Pleasure builds in his groin, tingling, until it transforms into a scorching fire that consumes every single cell in his body. His eyelids fall shut as she drags another moan from deep inside him.

But, as much as he adores Aphrodite, his heart actually flutters in his chest when his lover leans in and presses a soft kiss against Tony’s forehead. “Cupido…” Tony smiles and nearly blushes at the intense look he’s given by the God. Brown curls framing around the young man’s head, the small, delicate tiara resting on top of it. “Yes, yes sweetheart,” Cupido coos and shifts upwards, crawling on top of Tony. With a whimper, Tony realizes what’s about to happen. 

Strong, muscular thighs settle across either side of Tony’s face. He cranes his neck upwards, no longer able to wait. “Oh!” Cupido exclaims when Tony’s hot, wet lips gently suck at right between his God’s balls. Tony moans happily when he feels the hips above him buck and press down more.  “Yes, Tony, make Cupido feel good. Doesn’t he deserve it?” Tony can only lick a wet stripe up towards Cupido’s hole in response.  “Aphrodite, he’s so good. Makes me feel so good,” the God groans out, tilting his pelvis to give Tony better access. “Good, then he deserves a reward.”

Without a warning, Aphrodite leans forward to press her hands into the cotton sheets for more leverage, and with a staggering rhythm she fucks herself on Tony’s painfully hard cock. He cries out at the soft drag around him.  “Pwease,-” he babbles against Cupido. “Oh, ‘m gettin’ close my Lady- so close.” “Oh no, not yet. You gotta work for it baby, gotta earn it.” Her voice is stern and gentle and the ever so sultry undertone. “Hold out for me, I ain’t done with you yet.” The young woman only fastens her pace even more. Tony’s eyes roll back and he digs his nails into Cupido’s thighs above him in an attempt to keep himself from falling apart right there and then. “I can’t- I can’t!”

Coldness wraps around Tony’s dick and he hisses. The abrupt loss of stimulation leaves him a sobbing mess. His hips rise from the bed, aching to find warmth again.  “Aphrodite, please, I’m sorry. I can hold out. I promise. I promise.” “Mmmmmh’ I know your intention is right honey, but you were so close.” Sharp nails drag upwards along his inner thigh and he groans. “A little… Too close.” Her voice is sweet like dripping honey, wrapping around his brains to enchant him in lustrous spells. If they keep teasing him like this he’ll end up delirious with pleasure. And honestly, he’s looking forward to it. “My lady, I-” “Hush. Cupido, shut him up will ya?”

Cupido grins down at the dark-haired devotee beneath him. Tony looks ruined. Absolutely ruined. Small beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, showing how much Cupido and Aphrodite have used him already. Lovely.  Peter shifts down a little, propping himself up on his knees until he feels Tony’s soft, wet lips wrap around the tip of his cock. “Ohhh, much better,” Cupido whimpers at the gratifying sensation. His cock had been hard ever since they started their main course at the restaurant, and as he had already learned at the island, Aphrodite is the queen of dragging things out. 

The girl in question smiles at Peter gently and leans in, her lips grazing at the skin just below his ear. The small huff that leaves her mouth sends a series of electric shivers down his spine.  “He wants this,” she breathes, “-give it to him. Give him everything.” The words send the young God rutting into his submissive’s mouth. Holding back enough to not hurt him, yet losing enough control for his eyes to screw shut on their own accord. 

“Ti amo, amore,” Cupido groans, digging his fingers into Tony’s sides, rolling his hips down and down again and again. Gasping as Tony’s tongue twirls around the tip of his cock. Peter can feel his balls draw tight, every muscle in his abdomen tense and excited and anticipating the promised high.  “That’s it, arciere,” Aphrodite mumbles and she lowers herself back onto Tony. Peter whines when he feels Tony’s hands tighten around his calves to keep himself from losing it. Tony’s thoroughly overstimulated and needy. He can’t talk though, not with Cupido’s dick in his mouth. “Take it, sweet man,” Aphrodite moans as she rides him relentlessly. “Take everything we give you and you’ll be rewarded.” “Hnngh!” Tony whimpers and sucks even harder. Peter curses under his breath and collapses forward, only catching himself just in time. His legs are trembling, shaking, barely holding him up. “Cavalo! Tony- You’re killing me here. I can’t, fuck, you’re so good. So good. Caro mio. Keep going- don’t stop- don’t stop!” He babbles incoherently. Tony responds by raising his hands until he’s holding onto Peter’s thighs, almost keeping him in place, and craning his neck for better access. Taking him deeper, more sloppily, as if making his deity feel good is the sole goal in his life.

Peter looks up at Aphrodite, and it doesn’t help in the slightest. She looks divine. Unearthly gorgeous. The warm glow of the fairy lights casting a never ending sunset onto her skin. Her breasts bouncing lightly every time she lowers herself onto their loyal devotee. Her eyes are closed too now, the tiara slowly sliding to one side- catching in the hair tie that is barely keeping her up-do together. 

“Cupido,” she moans. “Don’t you think it’s time that dear Tony here gives us his offering?” “Oh God-” he chokes out in response. “You mean-” “Yes, fuck, he’s getting close again. Listen to his moans Peter, he’s so close. So close to surrender fully.” Tony’s entire body trembles at that. Peter knows she’s speaking the truth. He looks up at Aphrodite and licks his lips. They had this planned, in fact, and her asking this means they’re headed for the grand finale.  “Good lord,” Cupido mumbles and takes a deep breath before pulling out of Tony’s mouth. It’s endearing how Tony tries to pull him back in. At the same time, Aphrodite rises up and leaves Tony too. The man reaches up for both of them, not sure where to demand a touch first.

“Stay there, honey,” Aphrodite coos. Tony goes limp, breathing heavily. “Please,” he murmurs, so quiet it’s almost inaudible. “Please, I need to feel something, I need-” “Get on your hands and knees, darling,” Cupido orders him. Tony moans and slowly drags himself up. Uncoordinated, clearly not in this realm anymore. “Cupido, amore, I… Guide me?” “Of course, of course... Caro mio, c’mere, you’re doing so well for us. Make me so proud. You’re beautiful. So, so beautiful.” Cupido smiles as he helps Tony to get all the way up his fours. He leans in, pressing his lips in the crook of Tony’s neck. His hands creeping up to cup the man’s face. “Look at me, Tones.” Tony’s eyes flutter open and he looks up at him. Cupido can’t help but smile back at the adoration he sees.  “Perfect,” he whispers. “Now, do you want to know what we want you to do?” “Yes, yes. I’ll do anything to please you both.”

Cupido hums and beckons Aphrodite to crawl over. She does, gracefully so, and takes Peter’s place. Her legs part and Tony’s nostrils flare. “C-Can I?” “Yes.”

In awe, Cupido watches Tony dive in. The way Aphrodite’s eyes fall shut with pleasure says more than enough. He grins and slowly crawls all the way over until he’s right behind Tony. He reaches for the small tube with lube on the end of the bed- he should thank MJ for that later. She’s a true mastermind, planning all of this out. He squirts some onto his fingers and rubs them together a little, wanting it to warm up. Cupido isn’t actually planning on fucking his lover tonight. No. But that doesn’t mean they can’t have some additional fun. He knows just how much Tony loves being fingered whenever he is in this mindset. Outside of it? Never. But like this? Please. “Caro mio,” Cupido breathes and taps the inside of Tony’s legs. Tony whimpers and spreads them a little wider. “Perfect, Tony.”

Tony obviously can’t answer with his face buried between the Goddess’ thighs like that, but he clearly shows a little more enthusiasm. The girl thrashes in the sheets, grabbing Tony’s hair to guide him to all the right places. Holding him down right there.  When she cries out particularly loud, Peter pushes his first finger inside. It’s magic, the scene that enfolds next. Tony freezes entirely, then, drops his upper body into the sheets. Aphrodite growls and lifts Tony’s chin up roughly. Careful, but forcefully. “You feel that, honey?” “M-mh-” Tony stutters, fingers clawing at the linen while he takes Peter’s finger deeper inside. “Cupido is gonna make you feel s’good. So good you’ll want to come. The thing is, Tones-” she yanks his head up a little higher. Cupido bites down his bottom lip to suppress a dazed chuckle when he sees how it makes Tony’s cock jump. “No offerings until you’ve made me see every single star in space.”

Aphrodite looks at Cupido after that, smirking, and Peter shakes his head. She licks his lips, and abruptly lets go of Tony’s hair again. The man in between them dives right back in, fervent and eager, and Cupido takes it as a sign to curl his finger against Tony’s prostate.  “A-A!” The man chokes out against the Goddess, his poor, tired legs shaking after having been teased for so long. 

Cupido doesn’t stop- pressing a second and a third finger inside. Small, scissoring motions to open Tony up so captivatingly beautiful. Tony doesn’t stop, sucking and licking- making Aphrodite’s moans soar higher and higher. And likewise, Aphrodite doesn’t stop- bucking her hips against the devotee’s face as she comes. Wave, after wave, after wave. “Make him cum, Cupido, take his gift for us.”

Cupido snakes his free hand around Tony’s waist and obeys the Goddess’ demand with messy, rapid jerks. Tony shakes against his touch. His cheek resting on Aprhodite’s thighs- her long, slender fingers drawing circles against his scalp. “Good boy, Tony,” she mumbles, happily fucked-out, “-so good.” “Please, please, il miei amori- A-Aphrodite, Cupi-... Dio. Cupidio,” Tony chokes out. Peter huffs at the small mistake of his name, but he loves it simultaneously. It’s everything he is; Cupido and God combined.

“Come for us, Tony. Come.” Cupido orders and as the obedient man he is, Tony cries out as his orgasm comes crashing down on him. His cock jerks in Cupido’s strong grip, making a big mess into the white cotton sheets. Tony sobs, gasping for air when small spurts of cum keep falling from the tip- dripping all over Cupido’s hand.  The God stills his motions, giving the man some time to catch his breath. Cupido’s face softens and he takes a deep breath. “Ti amo,” he whispers quietly. “Ti amo, ti amo, ti amo.” Tony chuckles bewildered and nods. “Ti amo, Cupido mio.” And with a soft kiss against Aphrodite’s thigh, “-dea mia.”

Cupido hums content, and carefully let’s go of the now softening cock. His hands are wet and sticky, and he licks his lips, groaning as he curls his fingers around his own shaft. He hisses at the eventual pleasure.  It doesn’t even take him long to come all over Tony, and he joins the messy tangle of knocked-out bodies on the bed, gasping to catch his breath.

Cupido, he thinks with a gentle smile. 

Finalmente.

[20straveling]

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!

<3 M

[topicprinter]

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]

[spideyzgirl]

↳ *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

taglist | masterlist

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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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in honor of mother’s day 😭

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@niallhoransupremacy @raajali3 @crazyknight @hqllandxx @popeheywardssecretgf @sukiinet @luvhann @tellmeonce @tiredofc0ffee @saliciaknows