I NEED SOMEONE TO BE MY PLATONIC ROOMMATE TO HAVE AN INCREDIBLY DEEP CONNECTION WITH IN NO WAY ROMANTIC

another pornstar!price piece

c/w: lowself-esteem!reader, mentions of smut, self-projection on my part lol

he tracks you down after his video with you goes absolutely viral. it instantly becomes one of his top rated and most viewed works, comments filled with people gushing over the way john held your hand each time he made you cum, or the way he held you in his arms for a few minutes when you need a breather :(

asks if you’d be willing to make some videos with him for his private subscription channel, says he’ll split the earning with you completely 50/50. promises you all that lovey-dovey stuff you asked for when you won that competition because it opened up a whole new department of content for him

seems like a win-win situation to you, good and consistent dick along with money? no question about it. he assumes you’re gonna fall in love with him, poor thing hasn’t had much experience with men so obviously you’re gonna be head over heels in no time

except that’s not what happens, and it’s him who falls first. he knew you lacked confidence, but he didn’t really count for the sad reality that you naturally assumed you had no real chance with him anyway so your brain completely rejected any possibility of falling in love with him

but he didn’t assume that your pouty lips and sad eyes would grip his heart in a death grip. each time you looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes when he calls you his good girl because you know you’ll never be his

but john was yours the second you asked him to just make love to you the first time you met, to please just let you imagine what it’s like to be in love and to have someone utterly you… even if it’s fake and even if it’s just for a few seconds

I let my pussy make my decisions, call that clitical thinking

oh hey!! yall watch out for this shit!!

it’s so dumb ??? like oh yeah, tumblr is totally gonna send an ASK to contact me? 🙄🙄🙄🙄

I headcanon that Dabi has ADHD ✨

There's the urban legend that some japanese companies will hire a "loud American." A person who is just there to voice complaints to the boss when others cant.

I had an idea today that alien ships might hire "The Human!" A person who is just there to just stand there and looks like the be the big, tough, indestructible threat of a being that the galaxy knows humans are.

Doesnt matter who the human is. Big or small, male or female, a tough soldier or more gentle than a newborn. They just have to be present and let the reputation of humans speak for itself.

Is the captain trying to enforce an unpopular regulation on the crew? Ask The Human to have a private meeting and voice the complaints.

Trying to sell some goods but the buyer wants to renegotiate the price to be more unfair to you? Ask The Human to be there at the negotiating table.

That jerk at the bar keeps pestering you with their mating display, because they want to be the one to fertilize your eggs wont take no for an answer? Ask The Human to escort you back to your quarters.

Not sure if the neighborhood where you're making the delivery is a safe one? Just ask that lovely human if they wouldnt mind putting down their crochet and coming with you. They might be extra thrilled if you mention they could take their pet with them, for a walk.

no one respects the art of cock-warming quite like Price.

18+ | cock warming. exhibitionism.

he loves having his lil sub (whether you want to be or not) kneeling at his feet, his cock stuffed down your throat while he works, alternating between holding a cigar in his hand or a pen. the other on the back of your head, keeping you still. cradled his lap where you belong.

and he'd spend ages training you up for it, too.

starts by makingyou sit in his lap, letting you mewl and whine and pant in his ear about the stretch, the need. wanting him to just fuck you already and get it over with. but he's patient. let's you acclimate slowly until all he has to do is pat his thigh and you're already shoving your panties to the side, sliding down his thick girth as he turns on some movie you'd been chirping about wanting to see. squirming around for a moment until you find your spot before melting into his chest, breathing around the stretch. because at some point, having him inside of you, stuffing you full—cock, mouth, ass—comes as naturally as breathing, anyway.

but if you think this is a private endeavor only, well. you'd be wrong.

it starts small. his fingers inside of you when you're out at a restaurant with Laswell and her wife (who seems to sharing your expression; Kate's hand disappearing below the table), just sitting. teasing. he's not trying to get you off. it's just training. new horizons, love, he says, and it's just so easy to get swept up into the maelstrom of his desire, isn't it?

a movie after. it's boring. you hate it. so, he unzips his trousers and offers himself to you instead. let's you thumb through your feed (phone on silent, brightness down to zero) in the back of the theatre as you lounge across the chairs in the empty room, his cock down your throat.

an opera. sitting on his lap with him inside of you, dress covering the indecent act as he shoves your panties to the side (only worn in case he finishes—can't have his cum dripping down your thigh when you go out to eat, can you?) and sinks in deep with a little groan muffled into your neck.

soon, he'll refuse to let you sit anywhere that isn't his lap. on his cock. you almost get caught a few times (and maybe you do) but John's influence is all-consuming and no one bats an eye when he starts to bounce you on his lap in an empty restaurant, hand curled over your mouth to keep any noise that spills out just for him. only for him.

if you think falling asleep without him inside of you is an option, then you should have thought about that before moving in because after he fucks you, he'll cradle you close, ignoring any protests about cleaning up. feigns sleep until you huff, giving in.

(you sleep better when he's inside of you, anyway.)

he's just utterly insatiable—and smitten, really—and it doesn't even feel much like training or conditioning when (he rings the dinner bell and) your mouth starts to water as he sits down, thighs spread wide enough for you slip between. nursing his cock the same way he carts his fingers across your nape, cradling the whiskey in his hand. staring down at you with a deep, ravenous hunger as you sigh around the thick of him, and rest your head on his lap.

(a bell echoes in your ear, but it's easy to ignore it because he was right, after all. this is where you belong.)

Deadlifted 405. 3 reps 8 sets.

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mutuals do this!!!!

Obey Me! HC that I don't think I've talked about before (?)

You know how the brothers have two different "forms" or "modes" that they can freely shift between? Their normal form (that we see them in most often) and their "demon form/true form" with all the bells and whistles, like horns and wings and tails and everything?

I like to think that Cerberus has a similar thing going on.

Mostly, I disliked the idea that Cerberus could be confined to the Underground Tomb at all times. I know that it's never explicitly stated in canon to be the case (and some Daily Chats have talked about taking Cerberus out for walks or giving him baths) but it is at least implied that he generally lives down there.

So I have a HC that Cerberus also has a "normal" form and a "demonic" form that he can switch between at will, and that he spends most of his time in his normal form puttering about the House of Lamentation like a regular old dog.

His normal form is still distinct from that of a human world dog. Like if you look at him it's still immediately obvious that he is a Hellhound, but he's significantly more manageable than he is whenever he's in his "true form"

Firstly, he only has one head. The other two heads manifest physically when Cerberus shifts into his true form, similar to how a demon's horns and wings/tail only appear once they're in their demon form. This alone immediately makes Cerberus much easier to care for.

He's still really big. Like he's at least the size of an adult Mastiff or Great Dane. He also still has plenty of demonic qualities, like red eyes and a forked tail, etc, and he resembles a wolf in appearance more than he does a domestic dog. But overall he's much easier for the Demon Brothers to handle, and he can actually live in the HoL normally like any regular dog would.

And then when it's action time, or whenever there's danger/an immediate threat, Cerberus shifts into his "true form" just like the Demon Brothers do. And that's when he becomes the great, monstrous, three-headed hound that we're all familiar with.

Idk, this is just a little HC that I've had for a while now and I realised that I'd never really posted about it. It's something I came up with on the fly while writing one of my OM fics, because I wanted to use Cerberus in a handful of scenes but I couldn't reasonably write him into the story without writing around his massive size and terrifying presence (since the scenes didn't call for it) and it's a HC that's stuck with me ever since, lol