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[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

The Cure -  Cold

[hatchetmanofficial]

Hi I just played this game recently but I'm curious about the lore and idk where to find it i see a lot of people mentioning boss stu (I keep reading stfu) and idk who those are do i have to read all the asked questions to get the lore going on or I can find it somewhere else? (Anyway here's a squished alan holding a red flag)

MDHM LORE (no spoilers for the actual game):

This is only going to cover the backstories/extra details and the world of MDHM but does not touch what is going to happen in the game. Some TW for the lore, will contain stuff like substance abuse, suicide, toxic relationships, gore and child abuse.

Alan is the main love interest of the game. He is an assassin who lives in the woods in the town that set in the game, far from society but occasionally visits when he has "important" stuff to do. He is the second youngest of four brothers. Claude, Jules, and James. Alan has a pretty strained relationship with them especially after their mother passed away from suicide. Alan ran away during high school and has no connections to the current culture in the modern world.

Erika is a new college friend/classmate you encounter in your English class. She is the only adopted child of two dads with whom she is currently keeping secrets to not disappoint them. She works as an employee in the local skater rink and volunteers at the rescue cat shelter. Erika is very fashion-forward and is pretty smart when it comes to problem-solving and has a hobby of solving mysteries. She has a six-legged cat named Loki and lives with her roommate Rosie.

Stu is a child friend who harbors feelings for the player. He hasn't been in contact with them since they left for college as he stayed in their old town behind. He has an older sister named Toni who also left for university, his mom, and his dad who had a pretty unhealthy and dysfunctional relationship until he moved out. Stu lives in a frat house on school grounds and is a part of a band called the Critters of Wreckage (CoW). Stu struggles with pornography addiction as well as drinking as he became very isolated after not talking with the player.

Carver is Alan's coworker. I have not revealed much about him, other than he has the most trauma, especially during childhood, out of everyone. He has an estranged past he can't quite remember after being hired as an assassin. He is missing pupils but is still able to see. He has a fascination for experimenting and dissecting his victims, even though he really isn't allowed to. I would love to point out that Carver doesn't call the player "Guinea Pig". That name is for his OWN person of interest who he has yet to find. He still calls the player "Doe-Eyes" simply because Alan calls them that. His real name is Calvin and he is 31 years old.

Stitches is another coworker of Alan and Carver. Not much is known about him. He isn't human although he appears to be. Stitches, is in fact, made up of three different body parts from three different people. His head, the torso, and his legs. Stitches was created by Boss.

Boss is, obviously, the boss of Alan. No, he doesn't have a name as he simply just goes by "Boss". He is older than the town, older than time actually. He doesn't have much of a physical form but used roadsigns as a body for him to use. He communicates through images or texts from the signs.

Buck is Alan's dad. He doesn't know that Ophelia has passed away since their separation and is still in love with her. He hasn't seen Alan either but still wants to connect with his son.

[melathan]

han jisung x camgirl! reader drabble

word count — 1.9k

warnings — NSFW, 18+. needy! jisung, soft dom! reader. mentioned pornography, masturbation + mutual masturbation, praise, toy usage, use of nicknames (babygirl, good boy), light teasing

editor note — first work posted! hope you guys enjoy^^

It’s hard being a talented and hardworking idol year-round, especially when there’s little time to blow off steam. Of course, perhaps his management allowed his group to go out a couple of nights of the year, and let the idols live freely. But for Han Jisung, meeting new people… wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

Well, obviously, he wanted to meet new people. He tried to find friends outside of Stray Kids, he tried to find acquaintances he can fuck around with–

He wanted somebody’s sexual attention.

Sure, rumors went around that his group sometimes mingled sexually. Sure, it may be true. But Jisung wanted to find somebody who would fulfill his erotic fantasies, his strange kinks, his insatiable libido. Especially when out of the 365 days, only a select few would be free to let him do so.

But, of course, his one problem: He can’t socialize with strangers. Talking to his fans was one thing– he just had to say hello, hear them gush about him, say thank you, and wave goodbye. Simple.

Meeting strangers at bars and clubs… what do you mean he had to flirt with somebody who wasn’t a friend?? Twenty-one questions? What’s that? More like twenty-one regrets for following his friends to the loud, crowded club.

Once again, he was curled up in his room as the other members separated and went out on their off night. Once again, he was berating himself for not being sociable. 

…Once again, he was humping that same damned pillow.

A breathy curse left his lips, his fingers curling into the sheets as he bucked his hips again. His trusty pillow never failed to satisfy him– but as he continued a pit grew in his stomach. He wanted more. He didn’t just want to be satisfied; he wanted to be pleasured, to be thrown over the edge, to be braindead…

Jisung let out a whine, collapsing on his pillow. A frustrated huff left his lips as he pulled out his phone, opening the PornHub link once again… no, he didn’t feel proud about this. He felt like a sleazy creep who got off watching girls and guys fuck for the camera.

(Sure, he didn’t feel proud, but he certainly didn’t feel guilty.)

Ah. The normal stepcest content. He grumbled, feeling his cock twitch against the pillow. He just found roleplaying erotic and exciting. Realistically, you can film anything, slap down the word ‘roleplay’ and you wouldn’t be questioned in the pornography realm. But to say the least, it worked, so he watched it.

He tapped on the video, setting his head back on the other pillow and situating himself, gripping the base of his cock. It was dark in his room, so the blinding light and loud music of the upcoming ad made him flinch away, squinting his eyes.

Scowling, he tapped furiously on the loading skip button. Another one of those porn Facetime sites. 

Do they even work? Could you just sign up, get on call, and masturbate with a hot girl?

He paused, staring at the seizure-inducing ad.

…

It wouldn’t hurt to try, honestly.

His anxiety spiked, but he forced it down. No, he wasn’t going to have small talk. No, he didn’t have to show his face… just his cock. And no, the other girl wouldn’t skip him if he stuttered immensely.

Right?

He sat up in his bed, crossing his legs as he tapped on the ad itself. The normal button to download an app was shown– if he was normal, he would’ve clicked off. 

But he didn’t feel like jerking off onto his pillow to some video posted five years ago. His friends were gone and the dorm was empty– he might as well take the chance.

✶ ✶ ✶

“–Babygirl, right? You should totally show me your–”

Skipped.

You sighed, throwing your head back. Another horny teenager. Couldn’t you get somebody somewhat normal?

It was your off day of streaming, simply anonymous on this mutual masturbation app. You counted three teenagers, four people who recognized you, and a troll (although you could admit the guy made you laugh).

The blank screen was loading, finding somebody else for you. Your wand laid between your legs, and you cursed. 

Maybe I should give it up–

The screen loaded and you perked up… only to see a ceiling fan. You frowned.

“Hello?”

A small noise came from the other side of the call and the camera shifted. “Uh… hi.”

Great, another teenager?

“If you’re under twenty I am clicking off–”

“Wait!” The camera jolted and a face came into view, his eyes wide with panic.

You sucked in a breath. He was gorgeous.

Soon realizing what he did he yelped and dropped the phone, showing his fan again. “Ah, fuck-!” “What?” You demanded. “No no, show me your face pretty boy.”

He choked. “Pretty boy-?”

“Yes? Or are you camera shy?” You sat back, almost grinning in amusement. While he was too scared to even show his forehead, you had your camera positioned so he could see everything. Crossing your legs, you leaned back even more, relaxed.

The guy whined. Whined. “I, uh… wouldn’t you rather see my d-dick?” “Oh, so you’re direct,” You purred, resting your chin on the back of your hand. “Alright. Do what makes you comfortable.”

There’s a pause on his end, and he lifts his phone to reposition it. The ending scene… oh.

His cock was as pretty as his face. Long, curled, resting on his doughy tummy. The pink mushroom tip glistened in his blue LED room lights, a show of his excitement. His small hand gripped the chubby base, his hand twitching.

“Baby,” You exhaled. “Are you a pornstar?”

The guy choked, his grip tightening. “I– huh? N-no, I’m not!”

You scoffed. “You should be. You’re immaculate.”

“Oh…” Another whine. “Really?”

“Yes! Oh, baby, can you stroke it?” You grab your wand, turning on the lowest setting. The hum of the toy was picked up by the guy, as heard by his bated breath. 

“Ok…”

You made sure not to blink as he slowly moved his hand up and down, the veins bulging at the movements. He let out another shuddered breath, his thighs tensing.

“I’ve never… touched myself in front of somebody–” He murmured, his last word hitching. “L-let alone a stranger…”

“So you’re new… alright.” You nodded, grazing your wand on your cunt. You let out a content sigh, brushing it on the lips.

He gulped– it was obvious that his attention was on you, not on his cock. To tease him, you pressed it right on your clit, letting out a soft moan. You could’ve sworn you saw a drop of precum roll down his shaft.

“I’m your first, then,” You grin, the idea making you strangely pleased. “That’s adorable.”

He squeaked. “Really?”

You nodded, increasing the level on the wand. As you tensed up and moaned, he tensed and stuttered his hand on his cock.

“Baby,” You said after a second. “I feel like you're holding back. Relax~”

“Relax,” He huffed, sitting up. “Ok– ok. Um…”

You saw the tension leave his thighs and arms, his body sinking further into the mattress. Grinning, you spread your cunt out further, the slick making it glisten in the low light. 

He let out a low groan. “Are you… going to cum?”

“Not yet, baby. But soon.” I nod, spreading my legs further as I increase the intensity. Just watching him– a nervous, adorable stranger– touch himself, made me strangely sensitive.

New turn-on, I guess.

You decide to turn it up yet another level, arching your back and letting out a sultry whine. “Oh~”

“Fuck…” You heard him curse. “Do– do it again. Do that again.”

You wanted to tease him– but with how your lower stomach was tightening, you would only frustrate yourself. Instead, you laid back, tapping your toy on your clit and making yourself twitch and moan.

You heard the sheets rustle on his end as well, and his camera jerked. His phone fell but showed you something that almost made you cum on the spot.

You were able to see his face again, his eyes and nose scrunched up, framed by curly locks of silky brown hair. He was hunched over but it didn’t hide his small waist; it accentuated the curve from his chest to his hip. His honey-toned thighs twitched and shook as he gripped his cock, slick noises echoing in both of your rooms as he jerked off.

“You’re into that?” You moan out; you couldn’t help yourself. “Into my noises? My moans? What if I beg for you, huh?”

He let out a breathless wail, throwing his head back. “Oh god, please–”

He’s the beggar, shit.

“Praise?” You murmured, your soft tone barely heard over his wet cock and your buzzing toy. “Are you a good boy?”

His eyes widened comically, immediately flitting over to you. His movements momentarily stuttered, the pretty tip almost a deep purple.

Gotcha.

“Good boy…” You moaned out, your toy now on the highest setting as you rubbed it frantically on your clit. “You’re such a good boy, such a good boy…”

“Yes-!” He whimpered, his hand almost sliding off his cock with the sheer amount of precum. “Oh fuck, I am~!”

You gripped the toy with both hands, your legs closing over it. “You’re gonna cum? Can you cum for me baby? Cum for me, babygirl–”

The nickname set him off immediately. He let out a loud wail, his hands jerking back as he came. Thick ropes of seed spurted out of the swollen tip, collecting on his tightened stomach. He gripped the sheets under him, his cock twitching as he screwed his eyes shut. “Oh…!”

You came yourself a few seconds after, slick gathering around your hole and dripping into your sheets. You let out a small, humored moan, smiling. “Fuck, baby…”

Coming down from his high, he realized how his phone was situated, allowing you to see his face. But he couldn’t bring himself to fix it, not when he was watching you scoop your cum and slick and lick it off your fingers… his softening cock twitched.

God, he was getting hard again. 

You giggled, giving him a lazy grin as you noticed his slack expression. “You like that? Watching me eat my own cum?”

He let out a strangled gasp. “Fuck, I…”

“I like you,” You declared, reaching for the towel and shoving it under you. “You’re willing to stick around?”

Are you kidding? He almost wanted to yell. This was probably the best orgasm he’s had in his life. Letting you skip was almost like letting somebody tease him with dessert and then handing it to somebody completely different. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

“I– yes,” He choked out, picking up his phone. “What’s your username?”

Slightly taken aback by his sudden directness, you tilted your head. “Oh? Baby, you’re greedy.”

He clenched his jaw. “I want to see you again.”

Maybe he can call you tomorrow. Maybe the following weeks. Maybe you can roleplay with him, satiate his kinks, satisfy his drive. Maybe he can meet you in person and actually fuck you—

Giggling, you buried yourself further into your pillows. “Hm… tempting. Well, baby, you are cute. It would be stupid for me to give you up.”

You spread your legs again, picking up your toy. “But I’ll give it to you later, m'kay? I’m not quite ready to let you sign off just yet…”

08.19.2024

[finniestoncrane]

Pornstar!Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, multi-part au fic cooper howard is a former actor, novice pornstar, and current wasteland escort. reader mistakes him for a bounty hunter and ends up getting far more entwined in his lifestyle than they intended in a bid to get what they need from the first 'kind' person they've met in a long time🤎

☢️ Chapter 1: A Bombshell, word count: 3.5k exposition time!! cooper's recent divorce has hit hard, personally and professionally. vault tec have made it impossible for him to find work in any movies so he's turned his talents to porn to make some money. as horrible as he thinks his day is though, his future is only going to get worse (reader shows up next chapter) request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: age gap reference, angst, oral sex, pornography

From the corner of the small, hideously decorated set, Cooper watched the skeleton crew work to clean things up after the last movie wrapped just an hour before. His skin began to crawl, a shudder rolling through his body, as he considered the fact that he hadn’t seen anyone take away dirty sheets or bring in clean ones since he arrived. 

And he was expected to fuck in these conditions. It was a living nightmare.

Trying to lighten his mood, he murmured what was supposed to be a positive sentiment.

“At least it’s not snuff. Way my luck’s going, wouldn’t that just be the cream on top of the pie.”

Cooper looked up to the ceiling, shielding his eyes from the bright studio lights which provided a familiar, albeit less high-end warmth than he was used to. He was working though, so he couldn’t complain too much. A paycheck meant he wasn’t out on the streets, the hot sun beating down on his face instead. And he had to face facts; the snap of some powerful fingers and he could be out on his ass at a moment’s notice, fired even from a gig like this. 

No prospects. Vault Tec had made sure of that not long after he’d confronted Barb. She’d gone straight to her bosses, that panel of cruelty he’d listened in on, and their retaliation, preventative measures to ensure they could continue on their journey of annihilation, had been swift and immeasurably evil. His reputation was ruined, the earth in which he’d grown and nurtured a career scorched, much like they intended to do with the rest of the world. Any upcoming opportunities, any interest that anyone held in him, gone. 

They’d been thorough, efficient. News reports, gossip between housewives, notes passed across the desk during auditions. They’d made sure he’d never work again, not in anything worth while, of course, holding his earnings hostage. And when he thought that was all they could take from him. His life, his money, his house, his wife. They had come for more. Armed Barb with the best lawyers money could hire and then offered him the worst deal. 

His silence in exchange for some brief, supervised moments with his daughter. Something about alcohol abuse, a half-truth at most, but enough to convince the judge. 

It felt cruel to him, that he was put in a position where he had to choose between Janey and the rest of humanity. A shitty thing to do to a man, that’s what he thought of it. And a shitty choice to make. And a shitty decision when he threw altruism to the side and secured the rest of humanity’s fate. He was just as complicit as they were, really, if he thought about it too hard. Which of course, he did. Each night as he struggled to sleep in his apartment. But whatever time was left, he reasoned that he might as well spend it being as happy as he could, even if that was only for one day a month when he was allowed to see Janey.

What was it? Two days ago he'd taken her to the zoo? So almost another month until he saw her again. A month of work. Blood, sweat, and tears. So much sweat.

He let his gaze fall down, taking in his body. Wrapped in a robe, nude underneath it, primed quickly by the makeup artists who seemed to only be making sure that his body hair was tidy and he wasn’t going to sweat too much during his part. Neatly trimmed pubic hair and strategically shaved nipples wouldn’t save him from that though. This was his third film, and each time his nerves, his guilt, his unrelenting shame as he drove his cock into the expert, very formal, professional cunt of whoever his co-star was, it was certain that he’d be sweating copiously only ten minutes in. 

“Coop? Hey, Coop! Howard! Keep your head in the game. Both of ‘em, heh.”

Now he was being bossed around by the lighting guy, someone whose name Cooper had forgotten already. The snorting laughter echoed in Cooper’s mind, bringing him firmly back to reality from his daydreaming. It was more mindless worrying than daydreaming, really, but it was the only reprieve he got these days, and now it seemed he couldn’t even find a moment of peace for that. 

Daydreaming suggested something positive, thoughts filled with desires or nostalgia for days gone by. But there wasn’t a single remaining vestige of his former life that he was happy to cling to, all of it tainted with soured memories and terrifying future prospects. And knowing what he knew, he still had to keep going. He had to pretend like nothing was wrong. A fake smile plastered on his face despite the mess that he was in. 

“Howard? Come on, man. Pull it together.”

The lighting guy was calling on him again, and this time he had the gall to look at Cooper with an impatient, furrowed brow. 

“You know they used to call me Mister Howard.”

“And they used to say I looked young and fresh faced, shit changes, man. You coming or what?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming. Keep your pants on… at least you get to.”

He knew he shouldn’t be so flippant, but his patience had worn thin over the past few months. Now that there was nothing to be charming for it was no longer second nature to him. He was rude, cold, and found he was losing himself. Deep down, there was a voice scolding him. Telling him to be thankful that when there were no more studios with their doors open to him, that he was at least able to find some places willing to hire. And while it was a lot less glamorous, he should still be grateful. 

But it was hard to feel that way when his new profession was clouded by his own insecurities.

Cooper was well aware that he wasn’t by any means experienced when it came to the world of sex. His first foray into anything of that nature was with his highschool sweetheart on prom night. An unfortunate experience that taught him nothing and ended up igniting the spark that ended that first love. Then there was Barb. He’d met her in college and they’d been together until their bitter divorce. A single one night stand between then and his current career, and that was his sexual history summed up neatly.

It always struck people as funny when they learned about his very short list of sexual conquests. He was Cooper Howard. Charming, charismatic, handsome, famous. A verified heart throb. But he was woefully unsure of what to do with that reputation, and always had been. While other stars would flirt with fans or interviewers or even directors to get a little bit more attention, Cooper was never able to offer anyone anything but a genuine and pleasant smile and maybe at a push, a mischievous wink to accompany his signature smile. He wondered how much of it had to do with the fact that he only had eyes for Barb, but even when she had pushed him to ‘play the game’ he’d still found himself unable to. 

Now, all of a sudden and based on a perception of him that was built upon years of good PR, he was thought of as some kind of casanova, and expected to act as such. He had to act like the kind of guy who charm the pants off a woman, with very little plot to back that up, and who could fuck for thirty minutes solid in front of a crew and without cumming too soon,

Interestingly, at least to Cooper, they had told him that would be the hardest part. Stamina. The suspension of orgasms. But he found it all too easy, mostly because there was never a point where he felt any kind of deeply sexual attraction to his co-stars. Much the same as his previous acting roles, he’d always viewed it as a job. It would be inappropriate to have any other feelings. The women he worked with now were beautiful, skilled, talented. But Cooper wasn’t in love with them, and he found that made it hard to coax an orgasm out of him. Luckily, that seemed to suit his new bosses pretty well. He was handsome, a known commodity, and could last a while before they worked him up to his big finale, even if they had to cut the cameras while they waited for him to get to it.

“Alright, Howard. Robe off, let’s see that cock.”

Sighing, his eyelids closing as he tried to separate himself from his actions, Cooper shrugged off the robe that covered his body, letting it slink to the floor and pool at his feet. Despite the heat, his skin still prickled as it was exposed. Nipples hardening, hairs standing on end. 

“Can we get a little enthusiasm, Coop? Like your other movies?”

Cooper muttered under his breath.

“You can get the same enthusiasm when I’m getting the same paycheck.”

“What was that, buddy?”

“I said, where do you want me?”

“Yeah… that’s what I thought. Ok, Phoebe’s gonna be on her back, that ok, doll?”

“Of course!” 

“Perfect… so, you’re gonna be here. We’re doing missionary first, then maybe we cut to some doggy style. Remember, eyes away from the camera, and make sure that whatever you’re doing we can see those genitals. They’re the real stars!”

This was his life now. His body getting first billing above his soul under whatever lewd title this was going to be given. 

“Mr Howard? I just wanted to say, I’m a huge fan. I watched your movies as a kid, you’re like, my dad’s favourite star.”

His co-star, Phoebe, if he remembered correctly, was laying on her back on the bed, waiting for him. Her big, green eyes were wide with excitement. She’d been a fan. And when she was a kid. Looking at her now, he wondered how he hadn’t noticed how young she was. Barely pushing her early twenties, fresh-faced, keen, full of hope. 

How would her dad feel about him now? Would she mention this? Talk about meeting Cooper Howard, but skirt around the exact details? Or would she brag? Maybe it was just him who had a disdain for this line of work. He certainly didn’t judge anyone else on the set. Only himself. 

“Uh… thank you, darlin’. Always nice to meet a fan.”

Phoebe giggled, a sweet sound that made his heart sink. She spread her legs wider, eyes flitting down to his cock which he was stroking slowly in a bid to get it stiff. 

“You ready to go?”

“I’m ready! Mr Howard?”

Cooper looked down in dismay, his flaccid member refusing to play along. A stubborn diva, it turned out. 

“Is… is there something wrong, Mr Howard? Is it me? I’m so sorry, you must be used to much bett-”

Cooper’s natural empathy, at least the last reserves of it, were pulled out of hibernation as Phoebe began to blush, embarrassed at what she perceived as her inability to turn him on.

“Oh, no, darlin’. This is a ‘me’ problem. You don’t worry about it at all, ok?”

He placed a hand on her bare shoulder, all lust evaporating as he comforted her, smiling back as she beamed appreciatively to him. 

“God damn it, ok, let’s get Harv in, he can do his scene with Phoebe, that ok, doll?”

“Oh for sure! I’m good to go.”

“Perfect, you’re an angel. You, Howard. We can shoot the exposition scene just now. Go to wardrobe and get your outfit.”

Oddly thankful, even though he was embarrassed at his inability to perform, Cooper headed to the small room where they held the small wardrobe for cast members. The exposition scenes were his favourite to shoot. Of course, they were poorly written, and his co-stars weren’t exactly professionally trained actors. But it at least felt like old times. Lines to memorise, a character to portray. And limited sexual encounters for him to fuck up.

Besides, it was porn, and he was the star. Which meant there was a lot more wooing. A lot more women, various actresses playing a myriad of characters, all of whom were seemingly desperate for Cooper’s cock, whatever role he happened to be playing. Once the exposition was out of the way, he had to fuck. But these scenes? He got to be enticed, which always made it a little easier on him. He might have even been looking forward to it today. A stroke to the ego, among other things. A boost to his confidence, and a little physical comfort to stave off the looming spectre of complete loneliness.

When he sifted through the rack and found his name on a plastic covered bundle, however, his brief glimpse of joy was stolen away. 

It wasn’t exactly the same, but it was close enough. The deep blue shirt, bright, golden yellow detailing. And the hat. Not identical, but anyone watching would know that he was supposed to be portraying his old self. A cowboy, the Cooper Howard people knew and loved.

On the table behind him, he rifled through the ‘scripts’ until he found the one with his name scribbled on the top. Ten lines, some room for ad-libbing. All of it cowboy themed. Pulled directly from his movies, albeit changed a little for the sake of copyright infringement. 

He couldn’t do it. 

But then he remembered Janey. How badly he’d wanted to treat her, to spoil her. And how little money he had left after alimony. And how expensive the rent was at his new apartment, which was overpriced, disgustingly decorated, and didn’t even allow pets. 

Maybe everything would be ok in the world. Maybe he’d go on living, get to see retirement, see the world flourish, the wars end. Maybe, Vault Tec and Barb would see the light, change their ways. Maybe it was all for nothing. 

So maybe he better get his shit together and start making some money, so that what was left of his future wasn’t so abysmal.

“Put on a smile and go get your cock sucked, Cooper. Not the worst day in the world, really.”

WIth a sigh of resignation, he chose to listen to his conscience, the little voice that steered him in the right direction, and put on the suit. The material was a poor quality, some cheap polyester deal, ill fitting, too baggy for his frame. And the hat was clearly something from a cheap party supply store. But as he looked in the mirror at himself, he could push away the feeling of seeing a ghost and focus on the positives. He looked almost like himself again.

“Mr Howard? They’re ready for you.”

The polite knock and the soft voice of the only runner on set came through the door, and Cooper exited, surprising the young man in the corridor.

“Oh wow.”

“What’s wrong, kid?”

“Nothing, nothing. You just… you look like you did in your movies. I’m a little bit starstruck.”

“You gave me my coffee this morning.”

The runner looked to his feet, shuffling awkwardly as he tried to explain himself.

“Yeah, but that was… now you look… y’know?”

Trying not to be impolite, Cooper pushed past him, muttering under his breath.

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.”

Back in what the director insisted on calling “the studio” despite it being a hastily fabricated sound stage in the middle of some tacky, shared ownership mansion in the hills, Cooper was met by a new woman who introduced herself as Veronica, before quickly telling him that everyone called her Ronnie. He smiled, clutching her hand between both of his in that confident way he used to greet fans, smiling at her as she bit her lip and smirked. It was a flirtatious look, one that gave him a bit of a boost as he subtly eyed her up and down and judged her silently.

“She definitely likes you… and she’s not too bad to look at herself. Look at you, seeing the positive side of things! Well done, Cooper. Well done.”

He made his way through the first few lines, trying his hardest to maintain a look of arousal as his co-star clumsily worked through hers, emphasis and inflections all over the place, the puns not quite hitting right the way she was delivering them. But he could forgive it all as she dropped to her knees in front of him.

“Well, I have to give you something for saving me from those bandits, kind sir… maybe this will be enough to repay you.”

She was adept at unbuckling his belt, repetition and muscle memory aiding her, and he could feel his erection stirring as she pulled his flaccid cock free from his pants and began to stroke it. 

“Now, ma’am… that won’t be necessary…”

Cooper’s voice trembled over his words as he took his semi-erect cock from her and began stroking it slowly himself to keep the erection building. 

“... I did what any good man would.”

“Then let me do what any good woman should.”

He cringed hard at the line, but luckily, the grimace was covered by his mouth dropping open as Ronnie took his cock in her mouth, sliding her lips over the tip with a gentle ease that made him forget momentarily how terrible his life was at that point. 

Her tongue slid over the tip, teasing over the slit and collecting his pre-cum with a satisfying moan that vibrated through him, tingling over the sensitive nerve endings. Cooper was able to sink into it, some of the muscles in his back loosening as he let himself go. Something so satisfying about the way she held him, one hand on his testicles, the other stroking his shaft as he lips puckered around his head. 

Cooper wanted to show her. Not that she was doing anything wrong, she was doing a better job than anyone else had. Ever. But he wanted to guide her, to ease her throat over his length, to breathe through her nose as he filled her mouth, to show her how he liked it. He kept himself to himself, however, putting his fingers in the belt loops of his pants so they couldn’t reach for anything before he could stop them, like the back of Ronnie’s head to down to her round, firm breasts, or even letting his fingers trail over her-

“Cut! For fuck’s sake.”

“Just as things are looking up…”

Cooper’s attention was focused on the director who sat lazily in his folding camping chair. All of him reacted to the interruption, the disruption of his genuine pleasure, finally, for the first time in who knew how long. Tense, irate. And not in the mood.

“Alright, alright… I thought this was gonna be a one take situation, but geez, Howard. If it’s not one thing, it’s the other with you! You got lines to be getting through, imbecile! How you got hired before, I’ll never know. If it wasn’t for that wife of yours, you’d-”

“Now wait just a damn minute!”

Cooper pulled away from Ronnie, his cock bouncing around as he stomped in a way that might have seemed comical to the crew if he hadn’t looked so intense, filled with complete rage as he shook a pointing finger at the director.

“I am sick of taking this from-”

Everyone was jolted into a panic as a rumble spread through the ground. One burst.

“Can’t be an earthquake…”

The runner had only just come into the room when everything in Cooper’s vision was blocked out by a bright, white light. A quick flare, like a firework, or a flashlight being turned on in a dark room. He could see it still, but smaller, and somewhere on the horizon, down in the city. 

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Get down.”

It was perhaps the last truly selfless thing Cooper did. The glass landed on them, some people got splintered by the small shards as they fell to the ground. But they’d avoided the worst of it. And he didn’t need to help them. These were not people he cared for. They were people who were cruel, difficult, practical strangers. People who didn’t deserve what Cooper knew was coming.

He thought of that day a lot. Of how he’d had it somewhere in him, a long, long time ago, to offer himself or his wisdom in exchange for nothing, to people who these days he’d sooner shoot in the head before spitting in their cup. 

Bitterly, he indulged himself, hoping that at least some of them were suffering a fate worse than his, if such a thing actually existed. 

“Maybe the mutants.”

There was hardly any time this evening for him to satisfy his desire for revenge with fitful fantasies, however, because he was rudely interrupted by who he expected was yet another customer tapping on his shoulder. A new client who didn’t know the rules.

No touching before payment.

So he turned to politely inform them, and make sure they didn’t forget it next time.

[kopilot-pop]

This comment irked me in the worst way possible. I was already having a bad morning and saw this so I’m going to be an ass today.

I live in the country. Go to school in the country. I’ve lived here for 10 years straight. Do you think I don’t know that not all of Korea is like this? What do you gain from comparing the atrocities happening here to America? If you want to compare the two then compare the size of the country itself, the amount of people there, and everything else, too. Surprise, with the amount of offenders coming out of this deepfake case alone, it’s not a reach to suspect men that you pass on the street in Korea.

Do you realize how disgusting you sound by making this comment? “Oh, I’m sorry this happened at all, but America is worse.” - does that mean this shouldn’t be taken serious then? Fuck every other country compared to the great fucking US?

Not attack your country? I’m not attacking my country for fucks sake - I want to love it here, but it’s fucking impossible with the news that comes out everyday - I’m stating a fact, A FACT THAT 220,000 KOREAN MEN WERE IN A TELEGRAM CHAT THAT MADE DEEPFAKE PORNOGRAPHY OF PEOPLE CLOSE TO THEM.

Was it the part I said the country is too lenient on men? Is that the problem? Want me to bring up examples? Seungri, famous kpop idol. He got a year and a half after mediating prostitution, sharing nude photos of girls (without their permission) with other men, and gambling. Oh, he’s famous? Fine, wanna hear about the Cho Doo-Soon case? A 56 year old man raped an 8 year old girl to the point of her having a disability for the rest of her life and he got 12 years in prison because he claimed he was drunk. You want to know where he was set free to? His old home, 800m away from his victim’s house. That’s a 10 minute walk away.

Would statistics help you understand the gender inequality better? The Global Gender Gap Index, Korea ranked 94th out of 146 countries. That’s 51 ranks below America, for your information.

For a final kick, want to know what happened in Korea this week alone? Or is this nothing compared to America, too?

Also what are you mentioning prostitues for? What does that have to do with this situation?

[ja-khajay]

hiii! In regards to the "Guillermo del Toro Says “We Have to Rescue” Studio Animation From “Emoji-Style Behavior”" article/statement, do u have examples of animation that specifically is & is not this type of expression/animation? Bc it's rly hard for me to actually picture this and like I need examples ahaha

Disclaimer - I was not at this specific talk, so I don't have the full context and I know from reliable sources - friends of mine that DID attend it - that it's not all he said there, so that article is pretty much only relying spicy chosen bits. That being said, I will focus on this paragraph.

Getting more specific, he went on to detail what he despises about certain lazy proclivities in commercial animation, notably how characters and emotions are “codified into a sort of teenage rom-com, almost emoji-style behavior.” He added, “[If] I see a character raising his fucking eyebrow, or crossing his arms, having a sassy pose — oh, I hate that shit. [Why] does everything act as if they’re in a sitcom? I think it is emotional pornography. All the families are happy and sassy and quick, everyone has a one-liner. Well, my dad was boring. I was boring. Everybody in my family was boring. We had no one-liners. We’re all fucked up. That’s what I want to see animated. I would love to see real life in animation. I actually think it’s urgent. think it’s urgent to see real life in animation.”

What he talks about here is something I find omnipresent in modern American animation, or from studios that are funded by and/or trying to sell to americans (ex: Illumination McGuff). Here del Toro specifically mentions characters and emotions and how they are codified, which would include how characters are written, how animated their emotions and body language are, how they interact... He also mentions studio animation, an important distinction - this does not include indie animators!

A few things, adding * to those he's specifically calling out here, and more of my own that are not stated but I feel match the style

*one liners

*the "dreamworks face"

*sassy attitude

*quick banter

*taking poses

looking into the camera

overtly smooth, cartoony body language

characters explaining their emotions, plot resolutions around this

I will now get to examples, starting by a comparison between two animated films. Both of these films are contemporary, family-audience, french animated films. They share similarities in setting, being medieval fantasy fairytales about female heroes. One of these films was made with an american audience in mind (Pil), and the other caters to a french audience (Dragon Princess). You can compare how the characters act in both trailers:

Try and only focus on dialog, body language and expressions, barring art style and story!

Feature films that, in my opinion, also fit that "emoji style behaviour" (* for those I have not fully watched) any why:

Turning Red: the sass, the one liners, body language, camera looking, quick banter, plot resolution with characters explaining their emotions. The whole film fits

Puss in Boots: The last wish: sass, one liners, body language, banter, characters explaining their emotions. Scenes like Puss meeting his past lives and the dog's dialog are strong offenders

The emperor's new groove: sass, one liners, posing, banter

Encanto: sass, posing, banter; the explaining their emotions to drive the plot is ridiculously present to the point where I'd say del Toro was vagueing that one with the family example

Klaus: posing, banter, body language, explaining their emotions

*Nimona: sass, posing, banter, expressions...I only watched the trailer so can't say much but it leans HARD into the rapid fire quip territory with emotional resolution

*Trolls: sass, posing, banter, body language, camera looking...

Regarding films that do not do this, the quick answer would be...watch foreign (=not american) and/or older films. Nowadays with internet a massive catalogue is available, although the USA has such a monopoly on animation via its advertising budget other countries don't have that those films can be harder to find especially if you only use english-speaking internet.

As most studio animation is for a young or family audience and my entire example list above is, I will give some recommendations of films that are also for such an audience, but with older and worldwide picks. Some of these films are fully available on YouTube (although not in english always), so I'll be linking that when possible!

Mom is pouring rain (France, 2020s) (trailer): A shorter film about a little girl sent to live with her grandmother while her mom heals from depression. Has emotions front and center but expressed and animated in a way typical of modern french animation, with cartoony designs but subtler, more "boring" acting

The little prince and the eight headed dragon (Japan, 1960s): Beautifully animated in a style distinct from anime, this is a simple folktale adaptation. Fully on YouTube, albeit in its original english dub who's quality is frankly not great.

Next! (UK, 1990s): Stop motion short by an animator who specifically explores subtler, harder to animate expressions, as well as the art of theater, represented here by a Shakespear puppet playing out his works as a one-man show.

Ramayana (India, 1990s): Animated version of the legend of the same name, coupling a Ghibli art style with your ancient legend's large scale battles and polite heroes.

Ne Zha (China, 2010s)(trailer): that trailer is dead serious, it's actually a pretty damn silly movie! Including this one because as a big CGI animated film it's interesting to compare to what Pixar/Dreamworks/etc is doing.

...I'm realizing that I included a whole lot of animated folk tales so for modern chinese animation I'll also name Legend of Hei (2020s)(trailer), an original fantasy film with indie origins and a whole lot of over the top action.

As for films from the US that do NOT match that style? As a country the US has a rich history of animation asides of Disney! I personally grew up on Tex Avery and Looney Tunes cartoons who (pre-90s) are great examples of this.

For more adult films, I'll link my list of mature animation recommendations!

My ask remains opens for any clarifications :) have a nice day!

[zahri-melitor]

What can you infer about the editorial meddling Young Justice went through?

Oh god. It’s like the old quote about pornography: you know it when you see it. Spend enough time reading comics and you can just tell.

Notable problems with the Young Justice 2019 run that smack of interference:

You can really tell there was external pressure to include Steph in the run and that she was not originally intended to join the team or appear any further than occasional cameos such as the flashbacks at the Hall of Justice as a link to Tim’s final scene in Tynion’s Tec run. Structurally her story makes no sense whatsoever for how to put a plot together. Steph’s not an original Young Justice character, the run already was supporting two new female characters plus a reboot of Amethyst introducing Amy to a new generation, even before we look at the crossovers from other titles in the imprint. The fact they ended up throwing in a single issue entirely about 'what Steph has been up to and her fight against Cluemaster' in the last section of the run makes it even worse, as that was valuable page time wasted pandering that could and should have been used to give Jinny Hex or Keli Quintela more development.

The entire ‘Drake’ situation, which for a costume change had very little build up, was under-designed, and then disappeared with Tim back in the Robin costume between two panels. It was a test balloon from someone that was comprehensively shot down by some mix of the fandom and editorial, and I remain convinced that DC is gunshy about a new costume and identity for Tim all the way up to the present day because of how badly it was handled.

It was being used as the anchor for Wonder Comics, leading to the required mega crossover (that also spilled over into Bendis’ Action Comics to give it some more space), putting even more pressure on the title to be telling a big crossover story when it was still trying to re-establish “your favourites are back” and suggesting potentially expanding the Young Justice lineup out to around thirteen characters, a massively oversized team that the title was not set up to handle.

Lost in the Multiverse was where the story started to get bogged down by being pulled in too many directions by expectations.

It’s also super telling that the last third of the book got turned over to essentially doing one-shot character pieces about the Core Four, the last defence of a run that can see cancellation coming and doesn’t feel confident launching a new story arc they don’t expect to get to finish. Some of this stuff was clearly background character work they would have preferred to have dripped out over a longer run.

Also I know I’m repeating myself, but having the Tim piece focus on Steph mostly, in the frame of Tim and Steph’s relationship? That’s not where I’d be spending my time when looking at Tim Drake in the focus of Young Justice. How he’s coping with his returned memories of having two or three different lives now? Thinking about what ‘Tell Conner you’re sorry’ means? Discussion about his feelings in terms of moving on from being Robin or not? Nah let’s talk about Steph's problems with her dad instead. That’s not a natural fit compared to what everyone else got and does not follow from any of the preceding story.

Still ropeable that the whole set of storylines about regained memories and alternate timelines doesn’t get to intersect with Lois Lane (which spoilers but also is committed to storytelling about ‘people have memories of other places bleeding through’ prior to the full Infinite Frontier retcon) or explore how those memories change things for Tim, Bart or Cassie (Kon at least does get a story about reconnecting in Action).

And that’s just off the top of my head, ignoring any of the more subtle signs.

I love Young Justice 2019. It is a run that adores Bart, Kon, Cassie and Tim (and particularly Bart. I cannot explain to you how much this story adores Bart if you’ve never read it) and the opening 6 issues make me feel warm and fuzzy every time I read them in terms of how cleverly it works to explain how we get everything back. There are clever subtle moments in the text that give a lot more depth to the story that are implied rather than spelled out: how Cassie suddenly remembers Bart when Bart comes near her, suggesting that her returned memories are a Speed Force side effect from being a lightning rod to Bart; Cassie and Tim sense Kon using TTK and recognise it as familiar, something the new characters cannot; the fakeout in the art where when Tim’s memories are restored, he sees Cissie in his memories, but unless you know the exact YJ98 page being referenced you’d think it was Steph; etc.

But gosh it would have been so much better if it had not been required to devote so much page time to crossovers and to pandering to fans, among other elements.

[myfandomrealitea]

“Proshippers are dangerous to children!”

Me, reading “immoral” books since age 11, 16 now, yet to have killed, raped, or tortured anyone:

Children are not put in danger simply by exposure to specific things. In fact, for many things, the sooner we learn them the better. I know a lot of people are going to interpret this in bad faith and the worst possible way, but;

Children actually need to be exposed to things in order to actually understand them and properly learn about them in a safe manner that will set the groundwork for the rest of their life.

I'll use an example that has absolutely nothing to do with sex or anything 'proship.'

The good old 'the dog went to live on a farm' analogy. When I was younger and my pets died my parents always told me that my pets had gone to live with other families who needed hem more. That pets were like Nanny McPhee; they went where they were needed.

This devastated me.

I spent years wondering what I'd done wrong. Why I wasn't good enough. Why my beloved pets had decided I didn't need or love them anymore. Where had they gone? Why had they gone? Did they love their new families more than me?

Literal years spent plagued with torment until I hit a new school year and we learned properly about death in biology. Then I spent weeks feeling betrayed, ridiculed and stupid because my pets hadn't abandoned me for a more deserving family. They'd up and died.

And death is sad, yes. I would've been sad for weeks. Months, maybe. I'd miss them forever. But I understood death. I would've understood and accepted death far quicker than I did the notion that the pets I loved so much had simply up and decided to fuck off one day.

If my parents had been honest with me they could've used my pets' deaths as opportunities for literally so many things. How to understand and deal with grief. How to understand and accept death. How to mourn. How to reminisce. How to manage and process and understand and accept my emotions. How to ask for comfort and self-soothe.

Instead all they taught me was that they thought I was too stupid to understand things and that I could've trust a word they said anymore.

Honestly the overbearing safety net we trap children in only robs them of opportunities to be healthy, functioning, developed adults. Children do not need to be sheltered from the entire world until we suddenly drop-kick them into it at 16 or 18.

I'm not saying we need to start hounding eight year olds about pornography and fictional shipping. But what we do need to do is safely introduce them to the world they live in and give them the tools needed to live in it.

[romanreignseater]

This Is Cinema.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; consensual pornography & rough times 🤫.

“You know what they say about the Bloodline, them boys make CINEMA!!”

A/N: That Jimmy fic is on hold until further notice 😤 (that boy made me so mad). I do have another Jey fic, but this was TOOO good for me to not upload first!! Hope you enjoy 💋!!”

GIF: @jeygif

Another day of work, another asshole to deal with.

Or so you thought.

Working as “pornstar”, but your preferred term of “adult film star”, was something you didn’t see yourself doing when you were a teen. The idea of getting nude in front of a camera with loads of crew surrounding as you do something that seems so sacred was weird to you back then. But, once college didn’t work out, you had other plans.

One of your homegirls who started off doing porn and soon ventured into the world of OnlyFans gave you the idea to start. And honestly… it was one of the best decisions you’ve made!!

You were soon living lavishly in Tampa, Florida, with $6 million to your name, the most gorgeous mansion, a brand new bright pink Range Rover, the cutest teacup poodle named Rex, food in your fridge, and bills paid. All in under a year.

Regardless of what people may say about you on the internet… sweetheart they were paying your bills.

You were working with some of the best in the industry and millions of views on those videos. Your career seemed to be at its pinnacle, but your manager informed you that there was a group of men starting off in the industry and absolutely taking over. In a little over five months, they were rated the top pornstars in the world.

Hundreds of millions of views on each of their videos and numerous women wanting to start a career just to be able to be near them. Working with them would not only boost your career even further, but to get a chance to fuck a handsome ass Samoan, yes please. In the words of your manager, “We gotta get that dick.”

An interesting choice of words, but you trusted every piece of advice she gave you. Soon, you were on a flight to the ATL to meet up with one of the members of the infamous group.

Doing your research the night prior to your flight, there were three brothers and a cousin. Roman, the cousin, was the oldest and definitely the biggest. A set of twins, Jimmy and Jey, and their younger brother, Solo, who didn’t look so little.

Roman was the one who wasn’t the most booked, as he only worked with the best of the best. Viewers only seeing his work every once in a while. But, when he dropped a video you knew it was gonna be heat. The absolute passion in his strokes and darkness in his eyes made you bite your lip at his raw manly magnitude.

Jimmy was fairly booked, with his whole month practically full. Most of his content involved acting with a lot of backstory. Really diving deep into massive rounds of role play and foreplay. That boy didn’t play games once that time came around though.

Next was Solo. He was working with a lot of underground stars and still reaching the levels of the ones older than him. Yet, he picked up those levels quick. Reaching the heights of his family and making women reach their climax at the same time.

But, the one who really caught your eyes was Jey. He was the definition of your ideal man. His warm-looking tan skin, his beautiful curly mullet, sexy ass style, big meaty thighs and muscles, and those grills. The way he fucked made you shrivel in your panties. He was a beast with a lot of mouth, just the way you liked it. His style consisted more of an interview at the beginning with a little foreplay and then straight to business. Asking girls about what turns them on the most and what he’s gonna do to them. Making each and every woman who set foot near him blush heavily.

And let’s not get started about that dick.

Definitely a 9-incher, big and heavy looking balls that laid nicely underneath his cock. A luscious pink mushroom tip, with meaty veins that trailed down to his trimmed hair. Now, it’s getting really hot and the thoughts of what he could do to you couldn’t stop dancing around your head.

After some more internet stalking, the time flew by and your flight approached.

Knowing that he stayed in ATL made you absolutely happy. Your manager wouldn’t let you know who exactly you’d be working with, but as soon as you saw your ticket, you knew you were in for a treat and rude awakening.

Dressing your absolute best in a grey Skims shirt and matching miniskirt, that barely covered your ass… perfect.

Wig secured down by some industrial glue and an opt out for the lashes, knowing they’d come off. But, mascara is a must.

On your way there, you couldn’t contain the excitement you felt. Watching some of his work that night before and earlier that day, you knew what he liked, how he acted, and how he wanted it. All the little things that made him tick and shiver.

You were seriously on demon time.

Even though, you felt as though you were throughly experienced and quite the pro. The flashing lights and big cameras still made you very nervous. In the beginning, your parents weren’t very supportive, but once they saw you had a roof over your head and food to eat, that’s all that mattered to them. But, sometimes the days didn’t get any easier. Luckily, your manager was a real one and knew how to calm you down.

After meeting all members of the crew, and the camera and director you and Jey would be working closely with today, you got touched up as you awaited Jey’s arrival.

“Nervous?!” The makeup artist asked you. Laughing slightly, you nonchalantly ignored your jitters and told her you were fine. All that anxious behavior would only arise and the man of the hour arrived.

He looked absolutely scrumptious in a pair of white joggers and a white Nike Tech with no shirt on underneath. His Cuban link chains shining in the sunlight and his cross earring dangling from his one ear.

Your cunt just throbbed at the sight of him. “Hello Ms. Y/N?! Is anyone in there?!” Completely zoned out and you didn’t even realize it, Jey waved his big hand in your face to catch your attention. His dimple prominent as he was quite amused by your expression.

“Hey Jey nice to meet you. Sorry… I just zoned out for a second.” Reaching out to shake his hand, he kindly refused. “It’s no problem, but I don’t shake hands I’m more of a hugger.” Flustered by his comment you arose from your chair and were soon enveloped into his burly arms.

His arms were thick and wrapped around your waist securely, his warm chest pressed against yours, as you felt your nipples harden. The feeling of his semi-hard dick rest against your thigh made you bit your lip and hold your arms around his neck tighter. “You out here showing out, I see you and your little miniskirt.” Spinning you around at 180 degrees, he stopped when your back faced his front.

Obviously entertained by his comments, you decided to show out a little more. Bending over slightly and giving him a little shake, Jey took the opportunity to give your ass an ample smack. “Uh oh, we got a lotta chemistry over here, don’t we?!” The producer of our film walked over to us as we were sharing a moment.

Both of us blushed at the producers comments. Damn right we have chemistry, but we really are gonna see once those cameras turn on. “But, we need more of that on the screen, so let’s get filming.” Turning back around to you, Jey gave you a wet kiss on the cheek and winked at you as he headed to the living room.

He is something else.

————————————————————————

“In 5, 4, 3, 2… 1.”

“Alright, well look at who we have here. We got the Queen of Screams, Y/N in the building. And the Leader Beater, Jey.” Both of us have a wave and proper introduction to the camera as we laughed at the names the producer gave us.

“I just gotta say you guys just sitting next to each other is already a movie.”

“Maybe I need to move a little more closer to him then.” Snuggling up by his side as gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Jey’s arm was placed on the back of the couch with his legs fully spread, giving a beautiful of his already hard dick. You crossed you legs to staf off that feeling of what he would do to you tonight.

“You already know what it is Uce. I got one of the baddest in the game next to me and I’ve been waiting to get my hands on that ass.”

“Ooooo, Jey got all the smoke about you Y/N. You know that ass is viral!!”

Rolling you eyes slightly, you casually smirked as you began to open your mouth. “I got all the smoke behind him too. I’ve been waiting to dig into him for a while.” Your hand left your right thigh as you palmed him through his white sweats, feeling all of his girth.

“Okayyy, Jey how we feeling about that?!!”

“I’m feeling real good about that Uce. Like the feeling is only rising from here.” Removing your hand from his length, you put your head down as you laughed at his comment.

“She bout to be a REALLLL problem Uce!!” Jey’s hand traveled from the back of the couch to your ass as he palmed and massaged it. Returning the favor, you returned your hand back onto his dick.

“Tim, you need to speed this up a little don’t you think?!” Biting your lip and looking Jey dead in his chocolate brown eyes.

“She’s on demon time Jey.”

Jey simply nodded his head at the camera with a smile on his face as you threw your head back in laughter. “But, you gotta show me a little something bae.”

“What you wanna see?!”

Jey intently stared at your chest, barely taking his eyes off of them. “I think he wants to see my tits.” You giggled as you sensually removed your top, letting your breasts out on full display. Jey took a sharp intake of his breath as he admired your ample assets. You played with them first as you stuck your tongue out of your mouth, letting your saliva drip down onto them.

“Why yo ass so scared Jey?!” He quickly snapped out of your trance and gave you a questioning look. “I ain’t ever scared.”

“Prove it.”

Jey dove straight into the middle of your breasts, motorboating himself. You giggled as you took the back of his head into your hands. Things took a sharp turn when he massaged both of your sensitive breasts in his hands and began sucking on each nipples. Covering them in the upmost amount of saliva.

Bringing himself back into an upright position, he sat back and played with your tits. In awe of the dangly Hello Kitty nipple piercing you had on your right tit. “That fuckin’ piercing go crazy Uce, get a closeup on that.” As the cameraman went in to get a closeup, Jey shook your tits from side to side giving himself and the viewers a show.

“He’s having a lot of fun.” Jey gave the camera another sly look as he continued to play with your breasts. “But, I know he’s gonna have more fun with this.” Removing his hands from you, your chest now faces the back of the couch and your knees now pressed up against the seat cushion. You could hear a whistle coming from Jey’s mouth as you gently shook your ass, letting your miniskirt rise showcasing your lovely pink thong.

“This what I’m taking about baby.” Jey bit his lip as his head neared your ass, giving it a wonderful spank, kiss, and caress. “I’m done with this. I’m ready to get in the field.”

“Wow Y/N, I don’t think we’ve ever seen Jey skip over the interview so fast. We got only about four minutes of footage.”

“Four minutes is enough, come baby.” You yelped as Jey took you into his arms and walked to the bed placed off camera.

“I guess I just got the magic touch.”

“Damn right she do. Take that shit off for me mama.”

Tossing you onto the plush bed, you followed his orders and removed your skirt and panties. Your cunt on full display: wet, warm, pink, and soft. You began to play with your pearl as you stared into Jey’s now dark eyes. He slowly started to undo the ties in his sweats. “Keep playing with it baby, I need that pussy real wet when I fuck it.”

Him telling you to continue masturbating in front of him already drove you over the edge, but wanting you real wet when he fucked you, sent you to the moon.

“Unhhh… my pussy’s so wet for you daddy.” Jey was now in his PSD boxers, playing with his clothed cock at the same pace as you. You both stared sensually into each others eyes as Jey finally became nude. Your eyes couldn’t help but to trail down to his massive length, taking in all its magnificent glory.

“Yo ass looking at it real bad, come give it a taste.” Swiftly, you positioned yourself ass up face down as you took his dick into your small hands. Licking at his swollen head, you captured his bead of pre-cum. Closing your eyes and savoring the taste.

Jey’s head leaned back as you enveloped his entire cock into your mouth, all the way to the base. “Fuckkk, that throat ain’t no joke for real.” Not only were you known for your ass, the way you seemed to swallow a dick up so easily was also a topic of discussion.

You sloppily cover his entire length in your saliva, balls and all. You barely even gagged as he reached the back of your throat. Jey’s head lolled back as he revel in the feeling of your throat swallowing him whole like it was nothing. Bobbing your head up and down, twirling circles around his dick, and playing with his balls. “I-I-I-I c-an’t.”

Jey immediately pushed you away as he shivered at the immense amount of pleasure he was receiving, that he had to stop you. “We can’t be going too crazy so fast now. Stay bent over like that baby.” Arching your back even further, Jey assumed the position behind you.

Massaging your ass oh so heavenly. “That ass is something dangerous mama.” Blushing, you began to shake your ass back reaching to feel his dick. He just stood still as he admired your lewd attempts to fuck yourself against him.

Your pussy finally found his cock and you moaned as you gently pushed it into yourself. “Oooo Daddy, that feels so good already.” Jey grabbed your hips in order to get himself inside of you faster. “That pussy so tighttt.”

You bit your lip and looked into the camera as Jey bottomed out into you and began fucking you slowly. “Hey Jey, I swear you got more than that. Give the girl what she wants.”

Jey paused as you looked back at him. “Many girls can’t handle this and then they tap out.”

“I don’t tap out sweetheart. Do your worst.”

Jey pushed your head down into the mattress, as well as pushing your back down slightly more. He spread your legs further and held your juicy hips. He whispered to the camera, “She ain’t ready.”

Jey soon began to absolutely berating your cunt into oblivion. Your nails almost broke as you clawed at the sheets so roughly. Your ass bounced off of his taut abs as if a basketball was being dribbled on a court.

Your screams muffled into the mat as he didn’t cease his ministrations. His hand stayed trained on the back of your head as your nails scratched up his forearm.

“I told you yo’ ass ain’t ready. Tell the world your ass wasn’t ready!!” He pulled your head up as your face was covered in mascara stained tears and forced you to stare into the camera. The cameraman moved to get a closeup. “Tell the world yo’ ass can’t take it.”

Eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head and a big smile on your face, you proudly spoke. “I ca—n take i-i-it wo-rld.” A moan in each break of your sentence as you took Jey’s dick like a champ.

“She lasted longer than the rest, I ain’t gonna lie.” Your head fell back into the sheets as pulled both of your arms to your lower back. You soon began squirting and screaming like a mad woman, nearly as if someone was murdering you.

Well… you were definitely getting murdered in a different way.

“Fuckkkk, baby I’m about to cum. Keep squeezing me just like that.”

Your cunt never stopped clenching as Jey’s cum soon entered your quaking pussy. Jey beat seven hard strokes into your cunt, ensuring that he got every single drop into you.

You shivered as he left the warmth of pussy. You lied back against the bed and but your lip as Jey gave you a sloppy wet kiss.

“How was that guys?!”

“That was cinema.” We said in unison.

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THE END.

I actually think this is my longest fic to date. Why are all my Jey fics so long?!?! I wanna do a Roman fic give some ideas for Big Uce 💝💝🤪!!!

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[razistoricharka]

Very interesting + concise article, pertinent with how much I've seen the joke about that "sadness in his eyes you only see in east european gay porn". Warning for pretty much everything you can expect.

Describing the wave of Eastern European gay pornography that flooded the US market following the dissolution of the USSR, Jones said: “They were products of a crude imperialist enterprise: cheap and nasty looking, with an atmosphere of coercion and cultural misunderstanding pervading them. Customers adored these videos, and expressed their breathless admiration whenever given the chance”

It gets pretty rough from here onward.

The Fall… opens with a short clip of a young man in profile, undressing. He looks uncomfortable, alternating between staring forward and glancing in the direction of the camera, his eyes showing a mix of discomfort and contempt. Jones’ voiceover states: “even in an unlikely place, it is possible to find traces of recent history” followed by b-roll taken from the aforementioned porn films including maps of the former USSR, market scenes, beggars and street footage. Their purpose in the aforementioned films appears to be part exoticism and part poverty fetishism, attempting to show the former glory of the Eastern nations as an emphasis on their subsequent fall. They’re an essential part of the set-up, speaking directly to what made this genre of pornography appealing to a western, primarily American, market. It’s easy to comprehend the mixture of exploitation and exoticism that made these videos popular in the US, but Jones goes further, aiming to establish a firm link between the booming Western economy and a more global, less visible form of exploitation.

The latter half of the film compounds the atmosphere of coercion, focusing specifically on the casting and screen tests of performers. The voice from behind the camera probes the subject on their sexual preferences, their motivations for being filmed: “I’m doing it for the money” “That’s a very good reason” Western audiences were turned on by the idea that the performers were under some form of duress—the ostensibly straight man either consuming their sexuality through the guise of pornography, or in the case of several scenes, the performer showing visible discomfort at either the sex or the presence of the camera. The films are low budget, low production value and low brow—by intention, rather than necessity. Jones speculates that the developing Eastern European sex industry, with the influx of Western producers and a Western market in mind, could be seen as an indicator of fertile ground for fascist ideologies—an aspersion confirmed by the global rise of far-right ideologies in tandem with the economic pressure of late-stage capitalism, a point at which more contemporary comparisons can be made.

The brief conclusion on the contemporary form of this exploitation aesthetic is also noteworthy:

In the same way that the fall of communism was exploited by the West, the financial and social insecurity of a generation living in recession, under permanent austerity, is exploited now. The aesthetics utilised in Jones’ film are still broadly present, albeit perhaps in a slightly altered form, now accompanied by a new visual language born from a culture numb to being told to “like, comment, share and subscribe”.

[gimmethatagustd]

best lover | kth + pjm

Jimin never thought posting nudes and the occasional explicit video on the internet would eventually lead to a job offer at Euphoria Studios, one of the internet's most famous pornographic companies. He also never thought he'd be paired with their best pornstar, Kim Taehyung, known for breaking in newcomers.

○ Pairing: Pornstar!Taehyung x Jimin

○ Rating: Explicit / 18+

○ Genre: Strangers to lovers, PWP, pornography AU

○ 16 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Camboy)

○ Word Count: 6,083

○ Warnings: Porn obviously, anal fingering, unprotected anal sex, felching (don't @ me), blowjob, butt plugs, the embarrassing reality of catching feelings for your favorite pornstar, TH is hot and awkward as fuck

○ Notes: I wrote this for Writers for Relief, a fundraiser for Palestine, Sudan, and The Congo, which you can check out on Twitter. If you donate to the initiative, I'll write you a drabble of your choice~

○ Post Date: July 5, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost

○ What was Jai listening to? Best Lover - 88rising & BIBI

The bed Jimin is sitting on has sheets silkier than anything he has ever felt. The smooth, white fabric shimmers when Jimin runs his palm against it back and forth.

He’s nervous.

His knees sink into the mattress, feet tucked under his butt to make himself smaller. All he’s wearing is a pair of tight, black boxer briefs — Calvin Klein, a pair he was gifted by the Euphoria Studios producer who hired him.

When the bedroom door opens, Jimin quickly brings his hands to rest on the tops of his thighs and holds his breath as a man crosses the room. The man’s name is Yoongi, if Jimin remembers correctly. He seems nice, with a gummy smile, nothing like the type of person Jimin would assume is a cinematographer for a pornography studio. Then again, Jimin supposes people wouldn't necessarily assume that he is the type of person to work at a pornography studio. His day job is data analysis for a tech company, the least sexy occupation.

“Hi again!” Yoongi smiles at Jimin before turning to set the camera up on a tripod near the bed. “Sorry, it’s taking longer than expected. Taehyung is running a bit late.”

Jimin doesn’t know what to say. He’s merely a rookie and in no position to judge the star of the show. He doesn’t even know why the producers paired him with their highest-ranking pornstar.

“Would you like water or anything?” Yoongi leans against the foot of the bed once the camera is in place. Multiple cameras surround the bed, but their primary focus will be the one Yoongi sets up at the side of the bed.

“No, thank you,” Jimin says, clearing his throat when his voice cracks, “I’m alright.”

“Nervous?”

Yoongi seems genuine when he asks. Something about his warm demeanor makes Jimin comfortable enough to admit, “A little bit.”

With a hum and a nod of understanding, Yoongi perches on the edge of the bed and smiles softly.

“Did they explain the moderating process?” Yoongi asks, and Jimin shakes his head. “I’m going to be in another room to monitor the livestream with two other employees. We’ll make sure there’s nothing inappropriate in the chat and that the camera angles look good, or I’ll come in to adjust them. I’ll do my best not to interrupt the scene.”

Yoongi's smile turns a little teasing, just enough to make Jimin smile, too.

“Is there usually anything bad?”

“Not really,” Yoongi shrugs, “These sessions are typically well-received. People love the authenticity of a ‘regular person’ doing a scene with a professional, especially when it’s live and unedited. We’re expecting a massive turnout since this is the first livestream Taehyung has ever done.”

Jimin ponders this new information once Yoongi excuses himself, exiting through the bedroom door and into the office where the computers are set up. The house the company rented for the shoot is cute, sleek, and minimalistic, with white walls, leather furniture, and a pool in the back. Although Jimin is definitely out of his element, having never done real porn or worked with another person on adult content before, at least he has camming experience in his back pocket — an experience that Taehyung doesn’t have.

It’s barely any advantage, but it’s all Jimin has, so he’ll take it.

After about fifteen minutes, Jimin is startled once again by Yoongi entering the bedroom, this time with another man behind him.

“Alright, let’s get introductions out of the way?” Yoongi motions for Jimin to stand.

Jimin does so slowly, crawling off the bed and hating how ridiculous he probably looks in front of who is honestly the most attractive person he has ever seen in his life.

“Park Jimin, this is your co-star for the day, Kim Taehyung.”

There are a few reasons why Jimin has never done porn, but the most significant is because he’s picky. Far too many men in the porn industry are so… mid at best. Of course, everyone has their own preferences, and everyone is the ideal type for someone, but Jimin rarely watches porn and thinks, ah, yes, let me get pummeled into by a sweaty, fifty-year-old man with more hair on his tits than on his head, and a stick dick.

(Is Jimin shallow? Perhaps. Sue him.)

Kim Taehyung, though… There’s a reason why he’s one of the highest-ranking pornstars globally. Not only is Taehyung physically attractive, with an athletic build and massive cock, and piercing eyes that could make anyone’s dick twitch from watching one of his many facial cumshot POVs, but he seems really nice from what Jimin has read of him online. Even Taehyung’s social media accounts, other than porn websites, are wholesome, with not a suggestive photo in sight on either his Instagram or Twitter. His Instagram may as well be a gallery of puppy photos.

As a versatile switch, Taehyung is a unicorn of sorts in an industry full of the stereotypical binary: submissive bottoms and dominant tops. After Euphoria Studios contacted Jimin about their livestream series and mentioned that he would likely do a session with Taehyung, known as “V” in the industry, Jimin may have spent some time studying up on his future co-star. Jimin had watched Taehyung's videos before receiving an offer from Euphoria Studios. Everyone has watched Taehyung's videos.

If Jimin had actually watched Taehyung’s videos as research, he would’ve appreciated how secure Taehyung seems to be in himself and how effortless he is at making his partners comfortable and satiated. Of course, watching a video of Taehyung without getting distracted is difficult. Jimin would never admit it, but all his time “researching” usually ended with hot, shaky orgasms.

“Thank you for letting me be here, Taehyung-ssi.” Jimin dips his head in a rushed bow and holds it long enough for Taehyung to make a tutting sound.

“Ah, none of that,” Taehyung says with a smile. He curls his fingers against the underside of Jimin’s chin to gently lift his face. “We were both invited to be here on equal footing. And don’t bother being formal with me, Jimin-ah. I’d rather you not speak to me like I'm an ahjussi while I fuck you."

Taehyung’s words are a stark reminder that Jimin is standing in his underwear in the bedroom of a posh rental house while a literal pornstar eyes him up and down. Taehyung has won awards for how well he fucks.

What is Jimin doing here??

“He’s right,” Yoongi nods as he readjusts the side camera, “You were picked based on compatibility.”

In addition to submitting his STI testing results and employment paperwork to the studio, Jimin also had to submit a short introduction video to help the producers pair him with one of their pornstars. Jimin had been so nervous that he’d had to redo it six times before he was comfortable with his final submission. It’s both reassuring and terrifying that Taehyung watched it and specifically picked him.

“Anyway, are you both ready? I’ll let Hob-ah know to start the live, and we can do a little intro before I duck out,” Yoongi explains while he taps away at his phone, presumably to text his coworker.

Taehyung looks to Jimin, and Jimin does his best to look into his eyes. Even though Taehyung’s eyes are dark and intimidating, Jimin is less scared to stare into them than he is to look at the rest of Taehyung’s body. Taehyung is in a simple black t-shirt and white Calvin Klein briefs that match Jimin’s, though the white fabric does nothing to disguise the bulge in them. The bulge is what Jimin is forcing himself not to look at. He absolutely cannot look.

Biting at the silver hoop pierced in the middle of his bottom lip, Jimin lets his eyes fall south, just for a second. It’s so quick, a little blip in time. Fast enough to get confirmation that Taehyung may still be soft, but he’s big, not that Jimin didn’t already know that. It’s different in real life, though.

When Jimin locks eyes with Taehyung again, he notices the slight smirk that makes the corners of his mouth quirk.

Fuck.

“That piercing suits you,” Taehyung muses. It’s almost absent-minded how he presses his thumb to Jimin’s bottom lip and lightly wiggles the piercing from side to side.

Jimin is pretty sure Satan himself possesses him when he opens his mouth and wraps his lips around Taehyung’s thumb.

"Guys, didn't you hear what I said? Intros first, fucking second," Yoongi huffs.

"Sorry, hyung." Taehyung's smile is easy, too easy, as if pulling his thumb out of Jimin's mouth is nothing out of the ordinary.

It isn't out of the ordinary for Taehyung, Jimin supposes. While Jimin is internally starstruck and maybe a bit of a wreck the longer he stands here and stares at Taehyung's beauty, Taehyung is… at work. This is merely another day for Taehyung, nothing special. If it wasn't Jimin, then it would have been some other random guy who just so happened to post thirty-second videos of himself bouncing on a dildo on Twitter.

"You have camming experience, don't you?" Taehyung asks as he kneels on the bed.

"I've done a few live shows, but never with anyone else." Jimin follows Taehyung's lead, his heart stuttering in his chest with each sliver of distance closed between them. "I mostly upload content, solo stuff."

Taehyung's boxy smile wrinkles his eyes at the corners, and Jimin feels lightheaded.

"Well, Jimin, I'm honored to share this experience with you."

By the time they're settled in the middle of the bed, Jimin's hands are sticking to the silky sheets from how sweaty his palms are. He shifts slightly, and his knee presses against Taehyung's thigh, scattering goosebumps up his legs and across his forearms.

"Hi everyone, it's V." 

Taehyung begins the livestream with a smile so sweet that Jimin can't imagine this is the same man who has starred in pornos where he eats cum out of other people's assholes. 

"Welcome to my camming debut! I was somewhat nervous about this session, but my lovely co-star, Kitty, will make it worthwhile."

At Taehyung's use of the nickname, Jimin turns his head to duck his face into his shoulder for a split second, just enough to let out a shaky exhale and try to recover from the butterflies Taehyung has stirred up in his stomach. He's not shy about sex; he never has been. Unfortunately, Taehyung holds the dangerous power to turn Jimin into a blushing virgin. 

When Jimin agreed to do the livestream, the producers asked him if he had a stage name he'd like to use. Using his real name seemed like a bad idea, but he'd never put any thought into posting his erotic content under an official alias. None of this was supposed to become more than a casual hobby used to make money on the side. Even if he'd wanted a fake name, the creativity needed to come up with something cute and original is too much for Jimin. Half the time, he doesn't even bother crafting clever captions for his posts. Emojis will do.

So when Jimin told the producers they could call him whatever they wanted, they let Taehyung choose his alias. Jimin would have never imagined that Taehyung would choose Kitty. It's both adorable and unbelievably dirty, and Jimin doesn't really know why.

"Hi," Jimin waves to the camera and feels like an idiot when Taehyung laughs softly.

Taehyung is so relaxed, with his thighs spread and his hand pressed into the mattress behind him so he can lean back slightly. Meanwhile, Jimin is on his knees again, feet tucked under his butt, trying not to touch Taehyung's warm, tan skin. He feels like he's being burned alive.

"How are you two feeling now that we're live?" Yoongi asks, checking between the two main tripods near the foot and side of the bed.

"Great—"

"Nervous—"

Jimin brushes his lips with the back of his head to suppress the mortification he feels for cutting Taehyung off. Why is he admitting that he's scared in 4k?

Yoongi fires off more questions, not only to help everyone relax and welcome their viewers but to give his coworkers the opportunity to check the sound and quality of the other cameras in the room. There are so many angles that Jimin feels like he's being monitored like a science experiment.

Most of the questions are about getting to know Jimin, how he ended up here, and why Taehyung chose Jimin as his co-star ("He's gorgeous, obviously, but he also seemed sweet, like he would be easy to connect with."). Jimin wouldn't call himself sweet, but he tries hard to make people happy. The look Taehyung gives him when he answers is too soft for someone who doesn't even know him, too soft for porn. 

"Have you watched V's films before, Kitty?" Yoongi asks, indicating with hand motions the cameras don't pick up that he'll be leaving soon.

"Um," Jimin catches Taehyung's smirk from the side and feels his face heat up, "I have…"

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Taehyung asks. He presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, but Jimin is saved by Yoongi's follow-up comment.

"Taehyung is great with the rookies." Yoongi gives Jimin a small smile, like he's saying this for him, not for the sake of the livestream. "He'll take care of you."

"I will, if you'll let me," Taehyung adds. He reaches for Jimin's chin again, curling his fingers around it to turn Jimin's head, forcing him to look into his dark eyes. "Will you let me, Kitty? I'll guide you through the pleasure, make you feel good."

Jimin nods, breathless. He has never considered himself to have a voice kink, but he could swear he's getting hard just from the way Taehyung murmurs, Kitty. How is it possible that Taehyung would want him? Jimin is just a regular guy. He doesn't even make that much money off of his nudes. 

"Good," Taehyung skirts his fingertips along Jimin's jaw, "Because I've been looking forward to fucking you raw since the moment I watched your casting video."

"Yeah?" Jimin breathes, desperately following the path Taehyung's hand makes as it slides from his jaw to his neck and down his chest.

"Mhm, split you open on my cock and give you whatever you want. You're a good boy, aren't you, Kitty? But I'll be honest, you don't look like one. You look like you'd give me trouble." 

"Only sometimes," Jimin whimpers as Taehyung cradles the back of his neck, eyes fluttering closed and head tilted backward. 

"So cute," Taehyung chuckles before he captures Jimin's lips with his. 

Taehyung's kiss is languid, like he has all the time in the world to explore Jimin's mouth with his own. It surprises Jimin, who had expected to be greedily devoured, fearing that he wouldn't be able to keep up. The pace isn't unwanted, though. Jimin finds himself giving into the warmth of Taehyung's body when Taehyung curls one arm around Jimin's waist to pull him against his chest while he digs his fingers into Jimin's hair, holding him in place. Jimin isn't fragile; he's just as athletically built as Taehyung, though Taehyung is stockier in his upper body. Still, he feels consumed by Taehyung as he lifts them onto their knees and nearly bends Jimin backward when his mouth grows hungrier. 

With a pleasant hum, Jimin wraps his arms around Taehyung's neck. His cologne smells earthy, with a slight spice that makes Jimin dizzy. 

A giggle bubbles inside Jimin when Taehyung dips his head to suck kisses on his throat. The slight stubble on Taehyung's chin and cheeks pricks Jimin's sensitive skin. He can feel Taehyung's teeth pressing against his throat when Taehyung laughs soft and muffled. 

"What?" Taehyung lifts his eyes to look at Jimin through his long, curled eyelashes. It's an innocent gaze that makes Jimin's cock throb because Taehyung uses the opportunity to flick his tongue over one of Jimin's nipples. 

"Tickles," Jimin barely manages to speak before he moans, hands dropping to lace his fingers through Taehyung's silky hair. 

Taehyung wraps his lips around Jimin's nipple and sucks on it, still flicking his tongue against it until it grows perky and hot. It's nothing special, just nipples, but when Taehyung reaches up to tweak the other one, Jimin moans so loudly that his cheeks burn with embarrassment. His entire body is buzzing with heat that burns deeper the longer Taehyung tastes him, their lips finding each other again so Taehyung can slip his hot tongue inside Jimin's mouth. 

"Do you like having a cock in your mouth, Kitty?" Taehyung asks in between fiery kisses. 

"I do," Jimin admits dumbly because Taehyung didn't need an answer. 

"Can you show everyone how much you like having cock in your mouth?" 

Jimin notices the smug look on Taehyung's face when they pull away from each other so Taehyung can take off his t-shirt and underwear. Jimin has been so consumed by Taehyung's kisses that he forgets he hasn't gotten entirely naked either. 

There's no reason why Taehyung grabbing the back of his shirt to pull it over his head is attractive, but he looks fantastic, uncovering smooth, tan skin that Jimin presses his palms against. 

Following Taehyung's lead, Jimin removes his briefs and settles on his stomach in between Taehyung's legs, where he spreads them open with his back leaned against the bed's soft headboard. Taehyung's cock is half-hard and shiny at the tip. 

Jimin shouldn't think about how many people have sucked Taehyung off, but he does anyway, imagining a leaderboard with his name ranked hundreds of points below everyone else. The camera has a perfect shot of Taehyung's cock in Jimin's face. It's also a perfect shot for their viewers to watch Jimin give the lamest head Taehyung has probably ever received. He's not a pornstar; he can't gag on cock without needing to breathe or let Taehyung pummel his throat without giving up from the pain.  

"Are you alright?" Taehyung runs his fingers through Jimin's bangs, pushing them off his forehead to better get a look at his face. "If you don't want–" 

Gag reflex or not, Jimin swallows Taehyung's cock in one swift, fearless motion. His cock is longer and thicker than any of the guys Jimin has been with, but he'd expected that – it's part of the reason why he's such a successful pornstar. 

Some people are God's favorites. 

"Fuck," Taehyung moans and tightens his grip on Jimin's hair. 

Jimin lifts up until only the head of Taehyung's cock is in his mouth. He sucks on it for a few seconds, tonguing the sensitive underside and collecting more spit in his mouth so he can let it dribble as he eases Taehyung's cock back into his mouth. 

It takes a few bobs of his head to figure out how to breathe properly and establish a steady rhythm. Each motion makes his lip piercing drag along the underside of Taehyung's cock, following a thick vein and teasing the head. At first, Jimin worries his piercing is hurting Taehyung, but Taehyung keeps light pressure on the back of Jimin's head when he hesitantly pulls away. 

"That's it," Taehyung tilts his head back, and Jimin watches his stomach flutter as he breathes, "You're so gorgeous. I knew you'd be, with your lips stretched around my cock. Such pretty fucking lips." Taehyung tries sliding his index finger into the corner of Jimin's mouth alongside his cock. "Your ass is going to look even better sucking me in." 

Jimin can only hum and moan his appreciation, creating vibrations that pulse through Taehyung's cock. 

Sitting up and leaning forward, Taehyung reaches down Jimin's back to slip his fingers between his asscheeks. The new angle forces his cock further down Jimin's throat. In a panic, he digs his fingers into the meaty flesh of Taehyung's thighs as he gags around his cock. His palms are sweaty against his smooth skin. He's overwhelmed on both ends when Taehyung presses his fingers against the pretty jewel nestled between his cheeks. 

"Oh, Kitty," Taehyung guides Jimin off his cock with a smile, "Did you wear this for me?" 

Taehyung wipes away spit at the corners of Jimin's mouth with his thumb, just for Jimin to suck his thumb back into his mouth. 

"I wanted to be ready for you," Jimin's voice comes out ragged, "Oh, god." 

Taehyung slowly pulls the butt plug from Jimin's hole – only to shove it in again. "How thoughtful of you." 

Jimin lets Taehyung guide him onto his back and watches with heavy eyes as Taehyung reaches for the bottle of lube Yoongi placed on the nightstand beside the bed. He gives himself a moment to catch his breath, only then realizing they're alone. He'd been so distracted by Taehyung that he hadn't noticed Yoongi slip out of the room. 

"When the producers told you we would be co-starring together, what did you think?" Taehyung asks as he settles between Jimin's legs. The question is simple, but Jimin is sweaty and quivering. 

Taehyung pushes Jimin's legs to his chest by the backs of his thighs, motioning for Jimin to hold them in place. "Keep yourself spread apart so you can open up for me. Think you can do that?" 

Each of Taehyung's movements is slow and intentional and comes with little murmured questions and commands that coach Jimin through them rather than demand anything from him. It's nice, easing the anxiety building like bile in his throat about performing well for Taehyung.

"I was intimidated," Jimin finally hisses an answer to Taehyung's first question through gritted teeth when Taehyung pulls out the rather large butt plug. It squelches and pops, sticky with the copious amount of lube Jimin prepped himself with in anticipation of Taehyung's cock. 

"Really?" 

Jimin is silent when he nods, too focused on Taehyung's fingers playing with his stretched rim to formulate words. 

"Did you imagine what it would be like? For me to fuck you?" Taehyung presses his palm to Jimin's waist to keep him still when he begins trembling. 

"Mhmm." 

Taehyung squirts lube into his hand and grabs Jimin's cock where it lies neglected against his stomach. He starts off pumping it hard and fast, just focusing on the tip, while he searches for Jimin's prostate with three long fingers. 

"How did you imagine it?" 

Jimin's breathing becomes more strained with each jerk. His muscles tense and contract as Taehyung massages his walls, quickly working him up to the cusp of an orgasm. 

"I, uh, I, ahhh, I–" Jimin squeezes his thighs so hard that his fingernails leave deep imprints on his skin. 

"Come on, use your words, Kitty," Taehyung grabs the base of Jimin's cock right before he has the chance to cum, eliciting a desperate whimper in protest. 

"V–" 

"How did you imagine it?" Taehyung repeats, dark eyes locked on Jimin's. "Did I make you beg for me to fuck you? Was it gentle, or did I break you?"

"You were a lot kinder than you are now!" 

Jimin pouts, but he doesn't dare tell Taehyung the truth. He can't admit to who knows how many viewers of their livestream that he has been so nervous about working with Taehyung that he could barely think about it without his knees trembling. In his ideal fantasy, he would be confident, maybe even a little bit shameless. Fantasy Jimin would push Taehyung onto the bed and ride him for all he's worth. Real Life Jimin is so aimlessly desperate.

The piercing look Taehyung gives Jimin softens, growing sweeter once a small smile curves his mouth. He lets go of Jimin's cock at the same time, he slowly pulls his fingers out of him, giving Jimin's body a reprieve as he adjusts between his legs. 

"Sit up for me, baby," Taehyung murmurs only loud enough for Jimin to hear. He gently eases Jimin's legs down and lets Jimin's arms flop to his sides.

With such a soft, deep voice, Taehyung could convince Jimin to do anything. Jimin reminds himself that scrambling like a desperate virgin isn't cute, and many people are watching him get almost-fucked right now, so he slowly moves out of the way. 

"Not to be conceited," Taehyung snickers, loud enough for the recording to pick up, as he sits back against the bed's headboard, "But everyone already knows who I am. I want them to understand why I fell in love with you."

Taehyung isn't talking about love love. It's just a common saying, nothing to get Jimin's heart twisted into a bleeding, thunderous mess. Jimin reminds himself of this as he crawls on his hands and knees to straddle Taehyung's thighs. 

"Mm, not like this, Kitty. The other way. I want them to see your pretty face." 

Jimin knows he's blushing profusely when he realizes what Taehyung is asking. He's slow as he turns, guided by Taehyung's large hands on his hips until he's sitting in Taehyung's lap and staring directly at the camera at the foot of the bed. 

"Like this?" Jimin asks softly, the question punctuated by his teeth gently biting at the piercing in his bottom lip. 

Taehyung wraps his arm around to press his palm to the middle of Jimin's chest, pulling him backward. Sweat makes Jimin's back stick to Taehyung's broad chest. 

"Perfect, everyone can see how perfect you are," Taehyung's hot breath tickles Jimin's ear. "You deserve every bit of recognition. The prettiest little cocksleeve." 

Jimin lets out a needy moan when Taehyung grabs his cock again, this time thumbing the slit. He tries to buck into the feeling, but Taehyung keeps one arm around his chest to hold him back. 

"Please," Jimin whimpers, his head turned and his face pressed into the side of Taehyung's neck. "Don't tease me." 

"No?" The high-pitched lilt in Taehyung's voice tells Jimin exactly how he feels about wanting to tease him.

"I'll cum."

Taehyung makes a disapproving tutting sound, but he doesn't stop playing with Jimin's cock. If anything, he speeds up his fist. 

"Be a good kitty and only cum when I say you can."

"I can't, I don't know how to stop." Jimin grabs the bed sheets on either side of their bodies to have something to hold onto. He can feel Taehyung's cock twitch where it presses against his lower back like he's enjoying Jimin's struggle. 

Turning his head, Taehyung slots his lips with Jimin's, nipping and sucking them despite how swollen they are. Jimin's head falls back slightly, and he tries to loosen his body when Taehyung lifts him so he can adjust his cock, lining it up at Jimin's hole once he has added more lube. 

"You're going to look into the camera while I fuck you," Taehyung says as Jimin eases down on his cock. "I want them to watch you fall apart." 

The stretch is worse than Jimin thought. It burns, but it's the feeling of being too full that really makes Jimin squirm, like his body has a limit he didn't know about, and Taehyung is here to show him that he has pushed himself too far. He doesn't have the chance to linger on the feeling when Taehyung plants his feet and begins fucking Jimin hard and fast. 

With his legs spread open and draped over Taehyung's, Jimin is on full display as Taehyung fucks him. His whole body jiggles in Taehyung's lap, which worsens when he tosses his head back to fall over Taehyung's shoulder. 

"Oh my god, oh my god," Jimin's moans are sweet little cries that will sound heavenly to their viewers. 

"Kitty," Taehyung grunts, twisting his arm up to grab Jimin's chin and force him to look forward again. "Look."

Jimin knows what to do, but it's all too much. Taehyung feels unbelievable, the discomfort quickly melting into pleasure once they've established a steady pace. Each thrust is smoother than the next, jostling Jimin until his head lulls and his eyesight loses focus. The intimidating camera lens is a blur of darkness, an unfocused black hole reflecting another version of Jimin. He wishes he could see what he looks like being held. 

Taehyung holds him like he matters, like he genuinely does love Jimin, like Jimin's pleasure is the only thing that matters. His grip is tight but still gentle, even easing up once he knows Jimin is at least somewhat stable. His hands slide down to rest on Jimin's pecs. He flicks and tweaks both nipples, pinching them and twisting them, the excess lube on his fingers heightening the sensations. 

"Don't stop," Jimin gasps and tries not to writhe. He doesn't think he can cum like this, but the hot coil looping around in his stomach is melting into lava that seeps through his veins. The need to move with Taehyung somewhat throws off his thrusts, but Taehyung merely shifts on the bed and keeps going. 

Jimin has heard of brat tamers, but he never considered the way someone could tame the wildness of his body. Taehyung manages to take each instinctual movement in stride, mirroring Jimin and leading him back to where he needs to be. It's enough to make Jimin want to cry. 

"Do you want to cum?" Taehyung pants sound nearly as broken as Jimin's. He wonders if it's all an act or if Taehyung really is enjoying himself. 

"Yes, fuck, yes." 

Taehyung reaches around to grab Jimin's cock. He jerks it even quicker than he fucks Jimin, not bothering to play with him any longer. 

"You're just. So. Fucking. Tight," Taehyung sounds so pretty when he moans. It's better than Jimin's countless times watching his videos, even wearing the best noise-canceling headphones, with surround sound, to hear every last gasp. 

When Jimin cums, he rakes his nails down Taehyung's forearms. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he vaguely remembers the contract he signed stating that marks weren't allowed, but it doesn't matter. 

"God, look at you." Taehyung angles Jimin's cock toward them, catching his cum against his chest. Taehyung has to stop moving beneath him because Jimin grips him so tightly that he can't thrust anymore.

"V–" It feels wrong to moan a fake name, even worse that Jimin's chest aches when he does it. 

He can't worry about it for long. Taehyung pushes him forward, pulling out just to thrust back in once he has Jimin flat on his stomach. 

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," Taehyung squeezes Jimin's shoulders and presses him into the mattress to give himself leverage as he chases his high. 

It's hard to breathe, and Jimin's nearing overstimulation. At this point, most of the cameras don't have a good view of Jimin anymore, but he doesn't care. All he can think about is how tightly Taehyung grabs him and how real his moans sound. 

By the time Taehyung cums, right at the edge of Jimin's rim to let it more easily seep out, Jimin is dazed and foggy-headed. He's wobbly as he gets on his hands and knees, cum making his chest need to unstick from the soiled bed sheets. He smiles at the camera, for a moment so lost in the bliss of an orgasm that he forgets how nervous he is. Taehyung murmurs something as he thumbs at Jimin's rim, but Jimin doesn't hear. 

It isn't until he feels the wet heat of Taehyung's tongue licking from his balls to his rim. 

"Oh my god, what are you–" Jimin squeaks and instinctually jerks away, but Taehyung wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him back. 

"Shh, I told you I'd take care of you." Taehyung kisses Jimin's cheek before giving it a light slap. He uses his other hand to hold Jimin open, hooking his fingers in his hole so he can suck what's left of the cum. 

Jimin can't cum again; he isn't a pornstar, remember? But he feels like maybe he could with how good Taehyung feels, and a little voice in the back of his mind tells him that he's ruined for anyone else. 

"So, how did it go?" Jungkook wiggles in his chair and doesn't try to hide his eager curiosity. It's the same reaction all of Jimin's other friends had when he told them about his once-in-a-lifetime experience with Kim Taehyung. 

At first, Jimin matched his friends' excitement because it was exciting. Who gets to fuck their favorite pornstar? No one! No normal people, at least! Jimin got lucky.

But then the weeks went by, and Jimin stopped getting the same thrilling spark he used to get when he uploaded an ass pic on Twitter or made out with a stranger at the bar. He started dreaming about dark, piercing eyes and the feeling of being held. 

With a sigh, Jimin stabs at the salad on the table in front of him and decides he'd rather throw up than talk about this with Jungkook. 

"It was alright," he says slowly, pushing around a cherry tomato. Why do people put whole cherry tomatoes in salads? Jimin doesn't want to physically experience the popping of a cherry in his mouth. 

Jungkook swings his foot under the table and kicks Jimin in the shin.

"Ow, what the fuck?"

"What happened?" Jungkook demands, both of them loud and neither of them caring that the cafe's other customers attempting to enjoy their lunches are getting annoyed. "Did he hurt you or something? Don't make me have to go watch it myself." 

Mortified, Jimin shrinks back in his seat. 

"Please don't," he scrunches his nose. 

"I will if you don't start talking." 

There's a reason Jimin only told a few friends about the livestream. Euphoria Studios uploads all its livestreams and keeps them permanently behind a paywall, but the subscription isn't too expensive for someone who plans to cancel once they've seen Jimin's video—which is exactly what Jungkook will do. 

"It was amazing, okay? It was the best sex I've ever had, and it didn't even last that long because I came so fast," Jimin huffs. "I learned that I'm definitely not cut out to be a pornstar, and V's dick stretched me out so much that I tried sleeping with someone a few days later and didn't even feel anything since the guy's dick wasn't big enough." 

Jungkook stares at Jimin with wide, round eyes, but Jimin keeps going. 

"He was really nice, and he helped clean me up afterward, and then he invited me to hang out at the pool with his friends until I had to go home," Jimin pauses to take a deep breath that lifts his shoulders. "And now I'm depressed."

"Dick withdrawals," Jungkook says with a solemn nod. "Very sad."

"Shut up!" 

Jimin pulls back in preparation to kick the living shit out of Jungkook, but his phone rings with a number he doesn't recognize. 

"Hello?" he answers, ignoring Jungkook's question about who it is.

"Is this Park Jimin?" 

"Yes…" 

“Hi, this is Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. I apologize; it isn't actually legal for me to have gotten your phone number from your contract, but I wanted–"

Jimin misses the end of Taehyung's sentence, his phone slipping out of his now clammy hand and dropping loudly onto the table. 

"It's him," Jimin snatches his phone and points to it excitedly.

Jungkook grabs the edge of the table and shakes it. "V? What is he saying? Is he still on? Talk to him, oh my god, hyung, say something!" 

"–it's weird, but I was hoping you felt the same. So, yeah, that's all." 

"Sorry, can you repeat that?" Jimin cringes at how breathy his voice sounds. Desperate, desperate. 

"I thought, perhaps, you would like to get coffee? I don't drink coffee, but most people do, and I thought, well. You seemed…" Taehyung interrupts himself to laugh, a sound that's soft and weak. "I'm sorry, I'm actually terrible at this. People assume I'm not because of the whole porn thing, but, ah, I just, I would like to see you again, Jimin-ah."

Jimin bites at his lip piercing and tries not to embarrass himself by making more assumptions than he already has. 

"Do you mean, like normal people?" 

So much for not embarrassing himself.

Luckily, Taehyung is just as nervous, it seems. He laughs again, this time with more confidence. 

"Yes, like normal people." 

Smiling into his lap, Jimin feels giddy as he responds, "I'd like to see you like normal people, too."

Disclaimer: All my writing is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. None of these characters are meant to actually represent the real people mentioned in the stories. All rights reserved © @gimmethatagustd​ - Do not copy, repost, modify, or translate any of my writing. Do not use my writing for any AI purposes whatsoever. Do not use my fics for anything aside from reading and commenting on them. My fics will only be posted on this Tumblr and on AO3 (gimmethatagustd & daddytaehyungie). 

[leftistfeminista]

Trolls Used Her Face to Make Fake Porn. There Was Nothing She Could Do.

Sabrina Javellana was a rising star in local politics — until deepfakes derailed her life.

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/07/31/magazine/sabrina-javellana-florida-politics-ai-porn.html

Most mornings, before walking into City Hall in Hallandale Beach, Fla., a small city north of Miami, Sabrina Javellana would sit in the parking lot and monitor her Twitter and Instagram accounts. After winning a seat on the Hallandale Beach city commission in 2018, at age 21, she became one of the youngest elected officials in Florida’s history. Her progressive political positions had sometimes earned her enemies: After proposing a name change for a state thoroughfare called Dixie Highway in late 2019, she regularly received vitriolic and violent threats on social media; her condemnation of police brutality and calls for criminal-justice reform prompted aggressive rhetoric from members of local law enforcement. Disturbing messages were nothing new to her.

The morning of Feb. 5, 2021, though, she noticed an unusual one. “Hi, just wanted to let you know that somebody is sharing pictures of you online and discussing you in quite a grotesque manner,” it began. “He claims that he’s one of your ‘guy friends.’”

Javellana froze. Who could have sent this message? She asked for evidence, and the sender responded with pixelated screenshots of a forum thread that included photos of her. There were comments that mentioned her political career. Had her work drawn these people’s ire? Eventually, with a friend’s help, she found a set of archived pages from the notorious forum site 4chan. Most of the images were pulled from her social media and annotated with obscene, misogynistic remarks: “not thicc enough”; “I would breed her”; “no sane person would date such a stupid creature.” But one image further down the thread stopped her short. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror with her head tilted to the side, smiling playfully. She had posted an almost identical selfie, in which she wore a brown crew-neck top and matching skirt, to her Instagram account back in 2015. “It was the exact same picture,” Javellana said of the doctored image. “But I wasn’t wearing any clothes.”

There were several more. These were deepfakes: A.I.-generated images that manipulate a person’s likeness, fusing it with others to create a false picture or video, sometimes pornographic, in a way that looks authentic. Although fake explicit material has existed for decades thanks to image-editing software, deepfakes stand out for their striking believability. Even Javellana was shaken by their apparent authenticity.

“I didn’t know that this was something that happened to everyday people,” Javellana told me when I visited her earlier this year in Florida. She wondered if anyone else had seen the photos or the abusive comments online. Several of the threads even implied that people on the forum knew her. “I live in Broward County,” one comment read. “She just graduated from FIU.” Other users threatened sexual violence. In the days that followed, Javellana became increasingly fearful and paranoid. She stopped walking alone at night and started triple-checking that her doors and windows were locked before she slept. In an effort to protect her personal life, she made her Instagram private and removed photographs of herself in a bathing suit.

Discovering the images changed how Javellana operated professionally. Attending press events was part of her job, but now she felt anxious every time someone lifted their camera. She worried that public images of her would be turned into pornography, so she covered as much of her body as she could, favoring high-cut blouses and blazers. She knew she wasn’t acting rationally — people could create new deepfakes regardless of how much skin she showed in the real world — but changing her style made her feel a sense of control. If the deepfakes went viral, no one could look at how she dressed and think that she had invited this harassment.

[shinestarhwaa]

CAM GIRL || SONG MINGI

Where Mingi learns his new flame is a camgirl

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Mingi x Camgirl!Fem reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Tags/warnings: Pornography/camgirl, first date AU, dirty language, masturbation

Taglist:

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @1-800-shedevil @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @glintneon123 @mjyungi

ENJOY!

"You're a what now?" Mingi asked in awe. You laughed and crossed your legs as you sipped your wine. "I am a camgirl, Mingi," you answered.

"Wow. Sorry. Wow. I don't... know what to say. I have never met a... camgirl before, let alone been on a date with one," he grinned. You grinned as you felt the dry Pinot Grigio on your tastebuds. You weren't the best at handling wine but it was too delicious to reject.

"How long have you been doing that... particular job, Y/N?" He asked, taking another bite of his dessert. "Well, I started out with just revealing pictures, but honestly I enjoy the attention and decided to try it out, so I became a camgirl, that was... three years ago."

"I know it's rude to ask but you must... make a lot of money, don't you?"

You laughed and nodded. "Desperate men love to send money to naked girls." "Do you also take their requests and stuff?" "I do sometimes," you nodded. It was slightly cute, heartwarming even, the way he was so interested in your story.

"Wah," Mingi puffed out, "I'm a little taken aback." You grinned and nodded, finishing the cheesecake dessert you had been devouring. "I understand, not a lot of people confess to working in that industry," you said.

"So... So you show...everything on camera?" He asked carefully. You nodded as you finished your wine as well. "Everything," you answered, "my nickname is Dazy Rose if you wanted to check me out." Mingi started blushing from your words, making you laugh.

Mingi paid for the dinner which you've thanked him for. He drove you home and gave you a kiss goodnight. When he got home he browsed all over the internet to find you, finding your OnlyFans account and the site you do your lives on.

He felt very intrigued by the seductive profile picture and he decided to impulsively create an account so he could subscribe to your pictures. Mingi made sure to have a vague nickname (mangobanana99, don't judge him) and subscribe to you.

Mingi was so excited to look at your pictures but he also felt bad that he could see every part of your body online but you hadn't seen anything of him. That feeling was taken away soon enough when there was a ding! heard from his laptop: Dazy Rose is live.

"Really?" He mumbled, "Live after our date?" Mingi scoffed but then he realized you might expect him to be watching and searching your name right now. What if he's the one who got you turned on? Mingi decided to click and join the live. He wasn't proud of it but he had already made an account for the website anyway.

When he joined the livestream 405 people had already joined before him. "Wah, she must have a lot of fans," Mingi mumbled as he sat his laptop down on his thighs.

"Hi everyone~" your voice chimed from the speakers of his laptop.

Youknowit69: Hello my darling

Mr.sexyleo: Hi sweetie, I have been waiting for you!

Comments were flooding in as you introduced yourself for new viewers. You sat on a bed in a red lingerie set that made Mingi's mind spin. You made casual conversation with them first, making Mingi chuckle at the questions you answered.

"Have I eaten?" She was asked. Mingi's ears nearly perked up at that question and he prepared himself. Was she going to mention him?

"I certainly have, I went out to a lovely restaurant and they had the best food~ Food is pretty great when you don't have to pay for it," she joked, "I had really nice company."

Yes. There we go, nice company! Mingi felt like he won a prize as you said that. His fingers were typing a response before he even knew what he was doing.

Mangobanana69: You must've gone on a date, did the gentleman treat you well?

You laughed and nodded, "Yes, he treated me very well. He was hot too, I kinda hope he's watching so he can witness how wet his face made me."

Mingi swallowed thickly at that and felt himself harden in his slacks when you slipped your panties off and spread your legs. Wow.

Mangobanana69: what a pretty fuckin pussy

"Yeah? You like my pussy?" She smirked as she showed it off for the viewers. Mingi opened the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper before whipping his hard cock out.

He couldn't believe he was doing this; masturbating to a livestream of a camgirl after a date with her. Normally you go out with someone and you hope to have sex eventually. But maybe you'd still wanna have sex with him soon? Either way, it was strange that he'd see your body first.

That feeling flooded away when he saw you rub your clit and softly moan out. He gasped and immediately took his cock in his hand, slowly pumping it up and down.

Mr.sexyleo: that's it babygirl, I love the way you whine

Daddy033: I wish you were here right now so I could throw you around and pound you

Mingi felt himself slightly jealous at the comments, but he saw he was just one of the 2849 people watching you touch yourself right now. He shouldn't feel jealous about this, you weren't his to begin with. Still he wanted to smack those dudes.

You fucked yourself on your fingers, moaning louder and making sure everyone could properly see your gushing hole. You even came closer to the camera and mic to show it off. Mingi lost his mind at the squelching sound and he started to pump his cock faster, moaning your name.

The sound of your moans got Mingi releasing earlier than expected, his cum coating his hand. Mingi sighed as he laid there, staring at the screen, watching you fuck yourself on the biggest dildo he's ever seen. Post-nut guilt was hard on him but he couldn't close his laptop, he wanted to watch you unravel for him. Except it wasn't for him.

It took a few more minutes for you to cum, showing off all the spasms from your pretty pussy to the camera. He smiled as he watched you regain your breath again. After coming down from your high you thanked all the viewers and apologized for the short live tonight. Mingi left the live and quickly cleaned himself up.

That's when he heard a message pop up on his phone and it happened to be you. He checked it quickly, mouth falling open when he read what it said.

"Come over. NOW."

And he wasted no time.

[shini--chan]

Hello! ✨

How would germany, prussia, france, russia and austria (all of them are 1p) deal with a lover who have genophobia? (genophobia is a serious fear of sexual intimacy)

Hello charming stranger

Yandere Hetalia - Genophobia

Trigger warnings: substance abuse, forced therapy, dub-con, non-con, murder, lobotomisation, deliberate triggering of phobias 

Austria

Roderich would be incredulous about it. First, he would doubt your condition, see it just as you dishing up fibs to avoid a normal relationship. There would be snide remarks and very mean teasing. He would calm down over time, at least a bit, and decide to test the waters to see if you're telling the truth. And to determine the severity of your condition, should you turn out to be honest.

There would be hands on your waist, wandering higher or lower than appropriate. A lot of lewd jokes would fall, and when kissing you, he would pull you closer than usual or even light bite your lip. Maybe he'll make you read some raunchy novels, or go as far as to touch you in a sexual manner while you're asleep. 

Once he'd set up the diagnosis, he'll delve straight into giving you treatment. Since he is the man that outright enjoys playing psychiatrist, you'd be subjected to the full program. A pleasant side-effect in his eyes would be that he'd get to know you so well. Furthermore, you'd be indebted to him for curing you. 

That being said, your willingness to engage in therapy, with him no less, wouldn't play a significant role in his mind. The doctor knows what's best, better than the patient does, after all. Although, should conventional methods not work, then he'll gradually become more frustrated. The more frustrated he is, the more unconventional and unorthodox his methods would become. Brainwashing isn't off the table. 

France

Francis would be aghast and irate. What happened to you that you're so scared of baring yourself to another person? Should there be a culprit, then he would tear open their throat and serve their heart to you on a silver platter, quite literally in this case. France would aim on demonstrating his dedication to you through this, that he would avenge you and hunt those that harm you to the ends of the earth. Radical and off putting? He wouldn't see it that way. 

Retributions and crimes of passion aside, he would be frustrated with your genophobia. When it comes to closer interactions, he would live in constant fear of triggering your phobia. That is something that would kill the romance for him, so he would seek ways to alleviate your fears. One of those would include romancing you so thoroughly and hard (love-bombing) that you would forget the past. At least, that would be his idea. Another would be alcohol, another carbon monoxide, and yet another making you watch pornography. 

While he does claim to be a master of romance, he is a bit too bloodthirsty and controlling to really be becoming of that title. He would yearn for the picture perfect romance with you, and your genophobia would throw a spanner in the works. So it would have to be eradicated, even if it would involve vile means. Depending on the time period, it might end up with you being lobotomized. 

Germany

Ludwig would really be a wild card in regards to this. He could be awkward, recognising you as a victim of a heinous crime and handling you as if you're made of glass. At first that is - the sentiment would wear off as time passes. 

In that state, he would be at a loss with what he should do with you. There would be fearful attempts of broaching the subject more in depth, of communicating like healthy couples should. But this isn't a healthy relationship and Ludwig is far too emotionally constipated for something like that. Perhaps the two of you would wind up going in circles around each other. Germany's attempts to help you would be downright insensitive at times, like handing you a dildo and telling you to mastrubate until you are ready for real sex. 

Or, he would go in the opposite way of trying to help you in his considerate, awkward fashion. Then, he would view you as inferior to himself, a lowly creature that has to be hammered into shape. He'd roll his eyes, snap at you to pull yourself together, even make fun of you. In war, it would even be worse than that - coercion and threats and use of force. 

Either way, in most of the cases he would end up being so frustrated and wooden and out of sorts. He would sing your praises to the heavens and condemn you to hell. To relieve some of his frustration, he'd sometimes lock himself in his office with a photo or a personal effect of yours and take care of himself. 

Prussia

Gilbert, being his frugal and monastic self, even to the modern day, wouldn't realise that you have genophobia until far into the relationship. At first, he would be relieved since that wouldn't mean he would have to put out anytime soon. However, as the relationship would progress, he would find himself becoming frisky and mulling over sleeping with you. 

Here it should be remarked that Gilbert is no psychologist and he has little tact or finesse when it comes to human interactions. This would be evident in your relationship as well. Thus, he wouldn't know how to approach the issue at first. His first approaches would be downright hilarious - if it weren't such a serious topic and if he wouldn't be yandere. 

Finally though, he would take a military approach to the matter and gradually acclimate you to being intimate with regular "exercises", where you would both gradually expand your comfort zone. If it would make you comfortable, then he'd give up all control and let you ride him like a warhorse. 

Beware though - if he'd get the feeling that you're being difficult on purpose, to be spiteful or petty or due to whatever reason, then he'll let you feel it. Prussia wouldn't coerce you into sex, however your life would become harsher and harder if you make him endure a Josephite marriage. 

Russia

Oh, when it comes to the grand picture, he would be elated at your fear of intimacy. It would mean that you aren't able to cheat on him, after all. During the beginning of your relationship he would even encourage it, and even try to use it as a springboard to make you isolate yourself even further and rely only on him. Perhaps he'd even orchestrate some incidents to induce social anxiety in you. 

That aside, you having genophobia probably means somebody hurt you in some fashion. It would be a matter that he simply couldn't leave be, and Ivan would take it upon himself to avenge you. Of course, while he would ensure that the news of that bastard's brutal demise reaches your ears, he wouldn't confess to the gruesome deep until much later. You'd have to be firmly bound to him for him to truly be open with you. 

Speaking of that, once your social life consists only of him and the company he approves of, he'd be determined to solve your problems. His approach would be that your phobia is still such a fixture in your life because you haven't found closure yet. New surroundings and a new lifestyle could help with that, or him finally coming clean in lynching the persons who harmed you. 

Though, should his initial hypothesis' bear no fruit, then he'd try more radical methods. In essence he would define the problem as your inability to relax during intimacy and that you would need help in doing so. Alcohol and opioids would be his solution here, maybe hypnosis as well. 

[animefeminist]

Powerful feelings, intimacy and sex in Joseimuke anime

Sex is a part of many people’s lives, yet the way that it’s depicted in media often offers a very narrow view of it—and often presumes a certain set of audience expectations and desires when choosing what to depict and how.  Heteronormative porn particularly has a controlling share of representations of sex, depicting it as a predictable story, one that’s often violent towards women and usually ends with men’s orgasms. Foreplay, kissing, comfort, and even conversation are shelved so we can get to a guy’s big sensational finish. The way sex is represented in media can be one-note, draining all the eroticism from the experience. If we want exciting variations on the representation of sex in media, it seems to me that joseimuke (media intended for a female audience) anime are optimal mediums for representing the erotic aspects of sex. 

For a long time, I’ve sought out joseimuke anime because they steep in feelings that other media don’t always devote attention to, a tendency that Berserk creator Miura Kentaro once described as “powerfully expressing every feeling.” His words echo those of legendary feminist philosopher Audre Lorde, who distinguished between the pornographic and what she termed “the erotic.” Where pornography “emphasizes sensation without feeling,” she describes the erotic as “what we do; it is a question of how acutely and fully we feel in the doing.” In other words, porn tends to be all about the spectacular orgasm, while the erotic is about the entire experience and more, the depth and range of emotions we feel, and how keenly aware we are of our full sensorium. Joseimuke anime are powerful expressions of every feeling, felt to their fullest. What’s more erotic than diving deep into the ocean of sensations and emotions of the human experience?

To explore this a little, I’ve chosen first-time sexual encounters from three joseimuke anime: His and Her Circumstances (aka Kare Kano), Paradise Kiss, and Fire in his Fingertips. Each one depicts a different dimension to sex: the emotional connection, the awkward reality, and the physical pleasure, respectively. This variety in narratives counters the near-monopoly that pornography targeted at men have on collective understandings of sex. Joseimuke anime, erotic or otherwise, show sex as a nuanced, erotic experience, capturing the humanity therein.

Read it at Anime Feminist!

[beefrobeefcal]

Dieter Measures Up feat. Dieter Bravo & Cookie (f!reader)

a HeftyThrowaway one shot drabble | Rated: 18+ | word count: 834 warnings: weight gain, grinding, Dieter being a needy mess A/N: thank you @toxicanonymity for celebrating 900 friendos in the bistro! and yes... this is a bit more than a drabble.

Dieter groaned. He looked over the email from his manager, suggesting in the firmest way possible that wouldn’t compromise their job, that he needed to wear an actual suit to the premier. To add to his grief, they put in bold right at the end before signing off: YOU ARE NOT WEARING ANYTHING REMOTELY RESEMBLING SOMETHING YOU COULD SLEEP IN.

Included in the message was also the requirement to get fitted for the suit because they knew he hadn’t lost any of the weight he’d gained for the role. Rolling his eyes, he flipped the bird at his phone, tossed it into the pocket of his robe, and pulled the tube of raw cookie dough from the fridge. He forwent the spoon, taking a big bite of the dough, and leaned over the counter thinking.

An idea hit him: he could just send the measurements that were taken when he arrived on set to shoot ten months ago. He smiled as he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his notes before it dawned on him that he had to be measured and then remeasured a few times over the course of the shoot because his costumes kept shrinking. As he wondered who he needed his assistant to contact to track down the measurements, another email arrived from his management team: DON’T ASK FOR PRIOR MEASUREMENTS. THEY WON’T BE ACCURATE ANYMORE.

He scowled at his screen. “Mother fucker.”

*****

It had been a while since he’d been to a tailor, normally opting for off the rack because prior to this role, he was within the sample size range. He was pretty sure he still was. Sure, he had less of the iconic ‘slutty little waist’ and sure, his belly had stuck out when he wasn’t close to being full, but there was no way he was that much bigger.

At least he thought that until the seamstress, an older European woman, came out and began to measure him. Every time he felt the measuring tape pull tight against his body followed by the older woman calling out a number much higher than he anticipated, his body reacted. Not negatively – no, quite the opposite. He was getting hard.

Even after the project wrapped, he kept you on as his private cook, telling you that now he’d had a bite of his ‘Cookie’, there was no way he could have any other. And while nothing was official between you, he hadn’t fucked around with anyone else, and even cleared out his extensive vintage clown pornography collection from the guesthouse and set you up in there so you could live on sight. He loved the praise you gave when he finished his meals and he craved the look you gave when he sat back, belly heavy and sitting on his lap.

He needed to get home. Now.

****

You stood at the door to the pantry, debating on whether to make burritos or chicken korma for dinner that evening when you heard the door from the garage open and slam loudly. Before you could ask if everything was okay, Dieter was behind you, shoving you against the wall, his front to your back.

“Fuck, you do your job so good.”, he grunted, biting softly into your neck. His whole thick body pinned you and he bucked his hips, seeking friction.

“Most bosses offer a raise… not a full body slam.”, you breathed back with a smile.

“Most bosses…”, he panted, “aren’t grateful… enough.”

“Dieter… we can go to the bedro-“

“No… right… oh fuck… right here’s fine…”, he grunted with a whine. He ground his hips, and his painfully hard erection finally found the right angle against your left ass cheek.

“Dee! The couch! Not here!”

His breathing picked up and he bit the crux of your neck and shoulder with a whine. “Just… almost… need this…”

 You pushed your body from the wall with all your strength, but it was no use; Dieter’s additional weight had made his physical self just as stubborn as his personality.

“Got me so… fuckin’ big… Olga… measured me… no idea… who I was… said I was a… a fat man…”, he whimpered in grunts, breath panting over the skin he’s made wet on your neck and shoulder.

You couldn’t help but moan in response, and his arm snaked around to your front, cupping your legging clad mound, and pulling your ass against him harder. It was almost painful, but also euphoric. Dieter’s breaths became faster and carried high pitch whines with them.

“I promise… I’ll fuck… I’ll fuck you later… after dinner… just need… to cum n-oh fuck!”

You felt a warmth through your leggings on your ass cheek and his whines hit heights that only dogs could hear. When he finally stilled, his body relaxed enough that you could turn around and face him. He gave you a goofy half grin with heavy lidded eyes.

“Now that we got that out of the way, I’m starved. What’s for dinner?”