not fake-stream pissed either. actually irritated.
some guy in chat kept arguing with him for twenty minutes straight about marriage rates and “traditional masculinity,” completely derailing the entire conversation until rafe eventually snapped and ended stream early with a muttered, “you people are actually braindead.”
the second the camera shuts off, silence floods his room.
his setup still glows blue in the dark. monitor light catches against the sharp edge of his jaw while he rubs a hand down his face, exhausted in that restless kind of way where his body’s tired but his brain won’t shut the hell up.
his phone buzzes beside the keyboard.
notification from twitter.
he ignores it.
another buzz.
instagram this time.
he glances down without thinking.
@badbiharchive posted to her story.
his stomach tightens instantly, which is pathetic.
actually pathetic.
he leans back in his chair, jaw flexing once before grabbing the phone anyway.
the story is simple. mirror selfie. oversized zip-up hanging off one shoulder, hair messy, lip gloss shiny under dim lighting. not even particularly revealing compared to her usual stuff, but somehow worse because it feels normal. effortless.
caption:
“can’t sleep :/”
rafe stares at it for way too long.
then clicks off.
then clicks back on.
“jesus christ,” he mutters to himself.
he tosses the phone onto the desk like it personally offended him, but his eyes keep drifting back toward it every few seconds while he opens random tabs pretending to do something productive.
doesn’t work.
eventually, he gives up and opens her page fully.
her account is a nightmare for him specifically.
every picture feels calculated without looking calculated. every caption short enough to seem casual but just suggestive enough to keep people hooked. she never tries too hard, which somehow makes it worse.
he scrolls silently.
a bikini picture from two days ago.
a blurry hotel mirror selfie.
a video of her laughing while somebody behind the camera says something inaudible.
the comments make him irrationally annoyed.
half these men talk to her like she’s public property.
he hates reading them.
still reads every single one.
his thumb pauses over the link in her bio.
onlyfans.
he already subscribes. has for months now.
that’s not the problem.
the problem is the little tab underneath it.
custom content available ♡
he stares at it.
immediately exits out.
opens twitter instead.
lasts maybe forty seconds before opening instagram again.
“you’re not buying porn,” he says out loud to nobody. “you’re buying a video. there’s a difference.”
even he hears how stupid that sounds.
he clicks anyway.
the page loads slowly enough to make him tense.
there’s a section explaining pricing, boundaries, requests she won’t do. cute little emojis everywhere that somehow make the whole thing feel more intimate instead of less.
he scrolls through examples people left reviews on.
@iamthealphaman: she has nice tits
@bambilover: so sweet :(
@kynfetti: she’s literally perfect.
@sex-the1975: worth every dollar
his jaw tightens.
he hates other people seeing her like this. which is insane because this is literally her job.
he clicks the request form before he can think too hard about it.
then freezes.
the text box blinks at him.
what the hell is he even supposed to say?
he’s never done this before.
not like this.
subscriptions are one thing. passive. detached.
this feels embarrassing.
personal.
he types something.
deletes it immediately.
types again.
too desperate
deletes.
“unbelievable,” he mutters, leaning back in frustration.
his phone lights up again.
another story from her.
this one’s darker. she’s in bed now, blanket pulled up to her chest, face half-buried in a pillow.
“why is everybody boring tonighttt”
he exhales sharply through his nose.
then, before he can overthink it again, he opens the request box and types:
“blue set. hair down. talk normally.”
his finger hovers over the payment button.
this is humiliating.
actually humiliating.
he can practically hear his own stream clips playing back at him. men are weak now. men throw money at women for attention. men embarrass themselves online.
and now here he is at one in the morning buying a personalized video because some girl with lip gloss and a soft voice posted a sleepy selfie.
he submits the request anyway.
the confirmation page pops up instantly.
for a second he just sits there staring at it.
then he laughs quietly to himself, disbelieving.
“you’re actually gone,” he murmurs.
his phone buzzes almost immediately after.
new message.
from her.
his pulse jumps before he even opens it.
badbiharchive: blue set’s cute :) good choice
rafe stares at the screen.
she attached a second message before he can think of a response.
“u want anything specific, streamer boy?”
his throat feels weirdly tight all of a sudden.
streamer boy.
she knows who he is.
of course she does. he talks about her constantly online. still, seeing it typed out like that sends heat straight up his neck.
rafe4k: don’t call me that.
she responds instantly.
badbiharchive: okayyy rafeeeee
he shouldn’t smile.
he does anyway.
the next twenty minutes are embarrassing in ways he’ll never admit out loud.
he keeps trying to sound detached while she keeps replying with those stupid little teasing messages that make him reread them twice before answering.
she uses too many smiley faces.
he starts anticipating the typing bubble.
at one point she sends:
badbiharchive: u seem nervous lol
and he actually has to put his phone facedown on the desk for a second.
eventually the conversation dies down naturally. she says she’s gonna film it tomorrow. he tells himself he doesn’t care nearly as much as he clearly does.
he goes to bed irritated at himself.
wakes up thinking about it immediately.
all day he’s distracted.
his stream that night is noticeably meaner than usual because he’s in a terrible mood from the sheer fact he’s waiting for a girl to send him a video like some loser.
chat notices.
@marsisonmarsrn why are you so aggressive tonight 😭
@kingalanah: bro got cheated on
@tulipstarkey: guys calm down he just wants to jerk off
@lostinisara: he’s MAD mad
he ends stream early again.
the second the camera cuts, he grabs his phone.
nothing yet.
he tosses it onto the bed.
paces once around the room.
checks again.
still nothing.
“for fuck’s sake,” he mutters.
then—
buzz.
his stomach drops so fast it actually pisses him off.
Disclaimer: this is inspired by @starkeyisthelastname's pornstar!rafe au. please read her masterlist
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The video starts with you, belly flat on the mattress, naked and playing candy crush on your phone. Distant music can be heard in the background. Some kind of 80s rock to drown out the silence. While swiping and getting matches, blissfully unaware, your boyfriend Rafe stands at the foot of the bed. His camera captures your fully bare body from the back, while only Rafe's hand and lower half can be seen in a POV style porno. He remains quiet, panning down to show himself jerking off without your knowledge.
Rafe's large hand wraps around the base of his already throbbing dick, slowly pumping up and down. White, sticky cum drizzles from his fat tip, which he swipes over with his thumb and uses as natural lube. As the feeling of pleasure builds, he moves the camera a bit closer, capturing his flushed length and the bulging veins in his hand. He takes a sharp breath, speeding up his pace with a quiet grunt.
Having listened for the cue, you shift on the bed. Lifting your hips so subtly to give Rafe a perfect view of your pussy from the back. He takes half a step closer, adjusting the angle to show the little sliver of revealed cunt. You reach a hand down, spreading yourself just enough for him to shoot a load in, but not enough for your body to take it.
He lets out a groan, unable to stop the tremor in his hand and the twitch of his cock as he feels himself reaching an orgasm. With a few final pumps, he shoots multiple thick, white ropes at your entrance. His warm, sticky load gathers in a little cum puddle between your legs, which you stick two fingers in. For a few seconds, Rafe watches, salivating at the sight. He glances at the screen, shifting a little to tape you sensually finger-fucking his cum into your tight hole.
He lets out a shaky exhale as the camera trails up to your face, where you're looking over your shoulder with a cheeky smile. You lick your lover's leftovers off your fingers as a treat for your good behavior. He smirks, pulling back enough to show himself smacking your ass. You can be heard giggling as he moves back to your face.
"What are you?" he asks, his voice rough and demanding. "A good little cumslut." you reply sweetly with a smile, biting your bottom lip.
a/n: I wrote this in like 45 minutes lolol also I was sleepy so apologies if this is shitty.
Pornstar!König's cock is a bitch breaker— that much you know by the way he's ramming every single inch of thick, veiny meat into your sopping cunt, his large hands digging on the supple skin of your waist in a bruising hold, his heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit every time he manages to bury himself all the way in.
His blue eyes are fully focused on the screen displaying your face, the rhythm of his thrusts only getting rougher to drag more whiny moans out of your parted lips, exhaustion written all over your face at having to take his large dick on what was supposed to be a day off— only accepting a job after thousands of comments bombarding your media, begging you to collaborate with König. Perverts, you knew, yet you're more than happy to play into their fantasies.
One of the cameras pans to your face, fully capturing the alluring scene of your fucked-out state, beads of sweat dripping down your warm forehead, half-lidded eyes barely managing to stay open despite the way they're threatening to roll back with each deep thrust, and that famous smile that shows you crave his treatment. A trademark of sorts, something that made you end on the front pages of popular porn websites more than once, the very same thing that caught König's attention months ago.
“Harder.” A command you instantly regret the moment his hips falter, his brow scrunched up in mild disbelief, yet what is the behemoth of a man if not a people pleaser? König lets out a muffled chuckle, his warm hand trailing up to your chest, lazily rubbing your sensitive, pierced nipple with his thumb.
“Harder?” He repeats, his hips moving at an agonizingly slow pace, a smirk pulling on the corners of his lips beneath the mask the moment a whiny moan of protest is dragged out of your lips.
“Fuck yourself with my dick.” You can hear your own heartbeat pulsating on your ear, the rate steadily rising at his command. His breath hitches the moment you impale yourself onto his throbbing cock right after his words, his calloused hand giving your tit one last squeeze before moving back down to your waist, his large fingers digging onto the crevice of your warm skin, admiring the thin layer of sweat covering your body, the way your ass jiggles every single time you move on his dick.
His eyes darken with desire, his hands almost itching with the growing need to fuck into you, something he manages to ignore for mere seconds before thrusting back into you the moment you pull away, a sharp gasp leaving your lips at the way his bulbous head hits your sensitive cervix over and over, his wide hips slamming against yours, filling the room with a lewd melody of skin slapping against skin and combined moans desperate for release.
König doesn't hold back, his thrusts deep and powerful as your fingers grip the bedsheets, trying to find a way to release the overwhelming sensations. He can feel your body trembling beneath him, the sound of your whiny whimpers only serving to heighten his own arousal, shooting one of the cameras a look that drips pure arrogance— his movements becoming more urgent and demanding.
One of the screens displays the way your eyes roll back in ecstasy as your walls tighten around his thick cock, a sense of satisfaction and pride filling him as you cum, only then allowing himself to succumb to his release, his cock throbbing inside you as ropes of hot white cum shoot right into your womb, a loud groan leaving his lips.
Despite how rough he likes to fuck, König pulls out of you, his softening cock coated with your slick and his own cum as your body falls on the bed, utterly exhausted. You can feel his large arms wrapping around you from behind, the sound of fabric rustling filling your ears as you feel his warm lips press a soft kiss to your temple, whispers of praise that have never come out of his lips slip out with so much easiness that it almost surprises him.
⁺ . 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 – its 1974 and you're new co-star wants have a private rehearsal. night cameras, no crew, just the two of you. a way to get close personal. chemistry building. but lines between business and pleasure get crossed.
⁺ . 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 – seventies!pornstar!dennis x costar!fem!black!reader !
⁺ . 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 – 2.7k
⁺ . 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 – protected sex soft-dom!dennis◞ fem!reader: female anatomy◞ reader is described as busty◞ reader has curly hair◞ oral sex: blowjob◞ cunnilingus porn industry: erotic films◞ porn actors◞ pornstar au◞ cheerleader/nerd role-play mentioned◞ drinking & cigarettes◞ sexy music◞ IN A HEADCANON FORMAT / PROOFREAD !
⁺ . 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 – how it feels writing random ass aus bc I feel like it! btw I was listening to chuchu rocket by devon hendyx while writing this. AND thank you to my twin @str4wbsstufff proofreading and editing thisss MWAH LOVE YA BBY
✦ SMUT UNDER THE CUT | 18+ MINORS DNI </3 ⁺
pornstar!dennis who does the cheesy x rated films when he’s taking care of the lonely milf that leaves next door. or the films when the stepmom seduces her husband's son and all of the people who watch him, love it. the dirty talk is corny, but oddly hot since it’s coming from dennis’ mouth. and the film you would be acting in with him was an overused cliche, but came with a hefty paycheck indeed.
pornstar!dennis who’s size was very shocking compared to his appearance. who knew that such a soft faced round eyed boy would be carrying around 8.5 throbbing inches of dick that could have even the most seasoned actress running away just to turn around begging for more. you hadn’t seen it in person yet, but you weren’t a stranger to his work, and maybe you’ve seen more than a couple of films from his extensive list. it was safe to say that the man was gifted in multiple facets, but you wouldn’t be sure if most of the window shaking moans were all a performance until you could see for yourself. his tongue, his fingers, obviously his dick, all seems to be the perfect tools to make his on-screen partner let out noises so loud no one would be able to tell if it was a moan, groan, grunt whimper or whatever other sounds were made by the human body when it reaches climax.
pornstar!dennis who charms his way into being crushed on by his co-star. you tried to keep it professional, but with the little time you spent together it was near impossible to not swoon. he was sweet and sexy. his occupation being a strong contrast from his face, and soft pretty voice. smooth like honey dripping from his tongue.
pornstar!dennis who suggested that you spent some time together before shooting the tape. thinking it would be a good idea to get to know each other so the scenes seemed natural. “y’know. getting personal helps with...chemistry,” while shooting you a lopsided smile that suggested that you wouldn’t really get to know each other to a different physical depth. lifting a hand to brush your low hanging curls off your bare shoulders, only an inch covered by a thin sad excuse for a strap.
pornstar!dennis who filled your glass with your alcohol of choice while listening to you ramble on about some bullshit that you weren’t even putting real thought into. but it was his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as he obviously stared at your tits that were pushed up by your wonder bra for his viewing. that made you nervous, the bra choice was very intentional. your eyelids fluttering as the scent of his cologne settles in your senses, you didn’t need to ask him what he had spritzed on his neck before your “meeting” because you already knew, you’ve smelt it before, but you haven’t met a man who wore it as well as he did.
pornstar!dennis who says “hm. I’ve got the script on my bed if you wanna…go over it maybe? just run a few lines and get those creative juices flowin’. practicing a little won’t hurt.” it was funny the way he said it, like you weren’t filming a porno the next day. one specifically about a geeky tutor with a nice sized cock fucking the busty cheerleader. the alcohol burns the back of your throat and you hiccup out a giggle; brain going fuzzy when the double meaning of “flowing juices” rolled off his tongue.
pornstar!dennis who played it off like it was a normal suggestion, tilting his head as that boyish grin graced his features, the tiny gap on a faultless display. maybe it was the alcohol that overcasted a lust cloud over your judgement, or it could’ve been dennis and that fucking voice that caused the thin string of your thong getting sticky with your own juices.
pornstar!dennis who hardly had to put in effort to convince you to follow him into his bedroom, heels clacking against the marble tiles while you watched him fiddle with the metal rings that were wrapped around his thick fingers. before he grabs out the script, he walks to his record player, pulling out a specific compilation of “smooth sexy funk for lovers,” out of his hefty shelved collect. he looks at you in the corner of his eye ha she pulls it out of the sleeve slowly, returning his gaze back to the record player. you sit down on the bed and waited for him, the exact position in the beginning of the scene you knew he wanted to practice. not that it was needed, but the mood was set as the music revved up and bounced off the walls, and the title wasn’t lying. smooth and sexy. just like the man that was standing before you.
pornstar!dennis who gazed down at your with those big eyes, already glossed over as he scans every inch of your body. he was splayed out for him, like it said in the script. “cheerleader sitting on her bed with her legs spread open, and propped up on her elbows” so that’s what you do, but the supposed artificial feeling of pretending to want to fuck your co-star was no near your feigned. rare. this wasn’t your first time doing this, but so far, not once did you have that repulsive clench in your stomach as you tried to think if it was the best idea to use your minimal acting skills, and alluring sex appeal as a way to make a living, but the pay out made you put regretful thoughts aside and spread—but with dennis, money wasn’t even a thought.
pornstar!dennis who stood across the room, creating the right amount of the distance that was required for the scene. “you don’t know how bad i’ve been wanting this…seeing that skirt of yours lift up every time you get tossed into the air on the football field. mm…it was drivin’ me nuts. literally.” you knew he wasn’t talking to you directly, he was saying his line, but in that moment, it felt like he wasn’t faking it, like he has been waiting for this. it make your skin all hot and dewy. the warmth of your face traveling down to multiple parts of your body. and one spot that makes the area between your thighs sticky.
pornstar!dennis who lets a low chuckle when you sputter out your line, lacking the confidence of the role you are supposed to embody, but he made this unwonted feeling of anxiety wash off you, something you’ve grown immune to the more you act, but now. goodness, work was the last thing on your mind. “i-i could tell. i’ve seen…uh—the way you’ve lookin at me…and i like it” you say, nibbling on your bottom lip as you watch him take slow strides towards you, fingers working to undo the buttons of his shirt, eyes low and heavy. that pretty blue color is overtaken by dimming lust.
pornstar!dennis who has his shirt open and ready to peel off, and now his legs were hitting yours—so you raise your hands to push it off his shoulder and it’s fall to the ground, and above was his broad chest covered in those cute little beauty marks (and you don’t stroke his nipples because unfortunately that’s not in the script.). he looks so beautiful…sliver chain glimmering like your version had switched to technicolor, his brown curls neat and pretty resting on his forehead, and lips smooth, looking kissable as ever. thankfully, the script told you that a kiss would be coming soon. but the sizable erection that was perfectly tucked in his pants was distracting—you wonder if he was leaking through his briefs like he did in all of his films.
pornstar!dennis who says “you have? why don’t you show me how much?” as his lips curl into a smirk, watching you nod slowly as you sit up, handing sliding up his denim jeans and resting on his hips as you pull him closer to your face, nose almost making contact with his boner. it wasn’t in the script, nor the screenplay, but you couldn’t help but place open mouthed kisses on his jean clad-cock, eye on his as you kiss down and raise your hands to undo his belt and zip open his jeans.
pornstar!dennis who lets out a groan, one that is natural and sends tingles to your clit. he drags the back of his hand down your cheek, the cool metal of his ring sliding across your face. cool enough to relive some of the heat that was boiling under your skin. “fuck you’re hot…want you to ruin me…suck me clean.” he purrs, giving you an extra and hand and helping you pull his pants along with his briefs down to the mid of his thighs.
pornstar!dennis who has to remind you where you’re at in the scene because you spend too long staring at the length of his pretty cock. tip the same shade as his lips, and the beauty marks that were scattered around across his body didn’t stop at his pants—thank god. the sight was enough to make you drool and squeeze your thighs together. prettier in person, just like him. and he was in fact leaking. just like the movies. “this is the part where you suck my dick, baby…” he whispers with traces of condescension in his sweet-toned voice, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip and collecting the slick from your saliva and smudging it down your chin—that wasn’t in the script.
pornstar!dennis who lets out a pretty moan when you take his cock in your hand and lick him up from his base to his tip, eyes locking on his and you take him in your mouth. his finger root in your scalp and you sink lower. deep enough that you feel him in the back of your throat—no gas reflex in sight. dennis hands left your hair to drag down your jaw, cradling it in his calloused hands. a tender gesture before he pulled back and slid it back. burying his length down your throat. then he did it again, and again. noise loud and desperate—his speciality.
pornstar!dennis who whimpers out a “y-you like this? like me fucking your throat like it’s all mine?” brows curled up and he takes his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down. you hum around him, weakly nodding your head as he pulls back and shoves his cock right back down your throat. his cheeks are pink. along with his nose, ears, and chest, like he had been dusted by angel while he was committing this sinful act. you felt the twitch of his cock against the walls of throat, a sign that he was close, but he pulled out again, but never shoving it back in. this was not in the script.
pornstar!dennis who pushes you back on his bed, and begins to strip you off your clothes and your breath hitches, but not once do you try to stop him. you clothes were supposed to come off after he came down your throat, but he was going off script much to your delight. he lifts your dress above you hands and he doesn’t have to tell you to raise your arms. dennis lets out a shaky exhale as eyes your stringy underwear, and he places his hands on your cheeks and dips his head to kiss you. it’s a sloppy, messy one. spit, teeth, and lips smacking together like you were going to consume each other's heads. he pulls away to drag his skilled tongue across your lips before parting your lips and shoving his tongue in your mouth.
pornstar!dennis who kisses wet trails of kisses from your lips and down your chest, unclasping your bra and dropping between your legs. not in the script. he pulls your thong down to your legs and with a grasp on the back of your thighs he tosses them on his bare shoulders. now he was face to face with your pretty, glistening pussy. light hitting your juice and dennis swears that you're shimmering. “you always look so good…been wanting to taste since the first time i saw you,” is the last thing he mutters before diving in.
pornstar!dennis who smiles against your cunt when your chest vibrates a loud and trembling moan and he feels your legs tighten around his head. those dripping lips suck and his tongue collects your arousal then he groans from how sweet you taste. like he’s been waiting for this moment for so so long. his tongue slides inside your hole with ease and your hips lift, but dennis pins them back down and mumbles something about you not getting away from him.
pornstar!dennis who has you on your back, clothes rid off and in pile somewhere in the room, but you didn’t care—you couldn’t care when his warm hands were gripping on your plush thighs to keep your legs open as he fucked into you from the side, noises pretty in your face as your felt his chest rise and fall against your arm and he heaved, he was so big. your lines were lost, completely dissolved in the mush you have for a brain thanks to dennis and his slow, tantalizingly. thick cock rubbing against slick soft walls of your cunt, kissing that spongey spot inside you every single time he thrusts up.
pornstar!dennis who whimpers “f-fuck—you look so sexy like this, honey…could do this for hours.” against your neck, free hand gliding up your body to grab it and pull you onto his bite-swollen lips. you can taste the bitter alcohol on his tongue and cigarette smoke. he pulls away to lick your bottom lips and bite down on it as his paces speeds, splitting you in half. mumbling something about him being a happy man if he were to die in your pussy—you have no fucking clue if that was in the script or not.
pornstar!dennis who can’t help but grin when you shout out his name in pure ecstasy and not his character, knew this would happen. the far off look in your eyes told him you were totally lost in the overwhelming sea of pleasure that he’s suffocating you in, not letting you come up from air for even a second as he reaches his hand down to rub harsh circles in your swollen bundle of nerves. “dennis…? i don’t remember that in the script…” he with a sure smile in his voice—like he hadn’t been going off script since he pushed you down—but his teasings word die down and her replaced with a whiny “oh, fuck!” and just like that, he pulled out, repositioning himself in front of you, pressed your thighs to your chest and slid back in, making the both of you let out pathetic moans in unison.
pornstar!dennis who places both hands by your head, caging you in, before jackhammering you, and you scream out his name—this time it’s not a mistake. now you know exactly who you’re fucking as you feel the very real and very overwhelming feelinf of your body beginning to fall into that state that occurs right before you cum. “m’close m’so close..” you gasp out, voice unstable as it feels like he’s about to fuck you straight through the his mattress. the fat tip of his cock in you so deep that your words have slurred and have been mixed into something that was almost comparable to a messy, approaching orgasm alloy.
pornstar!dennis who says “yea, baby..do it. make a mess all over my cock. cum for me,” in that low, sultry voice that fully breaks you. making your back fight to arch but his body weight keeps you down, and his hips stutter, and gasping your name as he fills the condom with his cum. you want to say something about it, you really do, but you fear that you’ve lost the ability to speak proper words.
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⭑.ᐟ NOTE : I wanted to make sure my black girlies were included so some of these are mixed. I promise, if you’re not black, the video is still hot! Porn is porn 🫶🏾
▸ Pornstar! Remmick is too big but that doesn’t mean you can’t try…
▸ He’s an ass man!
▸ He’s pussy drunk actually…
▸ Using your mouth as a fuck toy!
▸ Show the camera how good you take his fingers
▸ Pussy slap tease
▸ Sucking him off and he wants a taste too!
▸ Pussy tastes like heaven!
▸ He fucks you so good, you squirt on the camera…
▸ Fucking outside of the studio before the shoot!
▸ He may actually like you more than a co-star…
▸ The director yelled cut! But he heard fuck!
▸ Pornstar!Remmick with a breast kink…
▸ Sitting on his face
▸ Creampie!
▸ Remmick thinks you look too pretty sucking him off.
soap who watches pornstar!reader religiously, he cannot help but want to get his hands on you and show you what a real man fucks you like, instead of these stupid actors. he knows youd never just say yes if a random fan asked you to collab so what does he do?
he makes an onlfyfans too and speedruns his way to the fucking top, to the point it would be stupid of you to decline him.
⌗ ⠀ soldier boy ‘benjamin’ ⠀ ✗ ⠀𝒇 ! reader , O.963k . ⠀ 𓊈 ⠀reader has long hair ༝ reader has tits + pussy ༝ abled - bodied ༝ reader was written with a black woman in mind but there’s no description of her ethnicity here ༝ 6Os ! alternative universe ༝ crude language ( its sb after all . . ) ༝ sex working ( self explanatory ; reader is a pornstar ) ༝ degrading language ༝ slut shamming ( kinda ) ༝ mean ! soldier boy ? ༝ no use of y / n ⠀𓊉 ⠀ ✴︎ ⠀ 𝒎𝓲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 .
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓻𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐫𝐞⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝⠀!
⠀𓊈 ♰ 𓊉 ⠀݁⠀⠀⠀˖⠀⠀ 𓃭 ⠀゛⠀𝓦𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 , you hadn’t expected to see Soldier Boy manspreading over the overly expensive couch occupying the middle of the room . His face was smooth , freshly shaven . He held a whiskey glass in one hand while the other rested loosely on his thigh . You lifted a brow and kept your words to yourself . Your silk ponytail danced gracefully as you walked towards the vanity . The loose baby blue baby doll dress floated beautifully around your body , conceiting the defined curves of bust from being seen. All except your bouncing tits he couldn’t dart his gaze away from .
“ What are you doing here ? I thought you had an event at noon . “ You inquired. Two fingers held the cotton pad you were using to rub off the heavy make up you wore for today’s filming . Vanessa had been fond of make over, looking good, neat, presentable . . But that funky make up you was forced to use to look decent on screen always bothered you more than the creepy men you had to film with from time to time .
“ I still do .” From the mirror you watched him rise from his seat with a grunt . He strode his way , wrist twirling the brown liquor sitting at the bottom of its glass . “ Told them to go fuck themselve . I’m not a fucking preacher .”
“ Oh .” Was all that exited your lips . Many religious associations had been built off from normal people, choosing supes as the faces of many . Of course, the skilled PR team engaged by Vought America thought it was a good idea, and pressed many supes into accepting even though many of them didn’t care as much about God as they pretended to . Ben wasn’t a pretender . This was useful in many ways but so bad in so many others .
You could feel him stand tall behind you thus even with the wedged sandals in your feet .
“ Smell good, babydoll.”
“ I smell like a kid who played too much in the mud .” Vanessa easily brushed off the compliment . Who knew pretending to have sex and enjoying it could be more exhausting than the real thing ? “
A hand grasped your hip and soon enough his lips met the behind of your ear where he pressed a kiss. “ Forgot you were a fucking slut .” He huffed and released your hip to roughly get a hold of your tits . A hum escaped from your lips, your hands reached for his, helping him to feel your breast through the layers of fabric .
“ I don’t really have sex with them . It’s choreographed , it’s more . . aesthetically pleasing . We actually have standards to respect-”
“ Same shit as a stag . Shit gets it done because you’re cock hungry . Hm ? “ He sets down his glass and forces you to look up at him . His grip tightens slightly where he holds her under your jaw . His hand squeezed your tit hard and you let out a small whimper that made him smile and he bowed over to press a kiss to your mouth . It wasn’t soft , sophisticated . It was rather messy ; his mouth swallowed yours and his tongue found itself entangled with a confusing and sloppy dance you weren't one to ever refuse . It turned you on , your cunt throbbed furiously in the panties that soon clung to your lips due to the wetness already soaking the lace . When he parted away he gave you an abrupt jolt as he released you free from his grasp . The voluminous lashes battled at him through the looking glass and you dramatically fanned yourself with your hand .
“ Jesus, I’m already hot. You aren’t helping.”
“ Stop fucking whining.” He spits harshly and you're quick to give him a tap on the arm while he settles next to you and examines the make up scattered across the vanity with indifference. He doesn’t look at you but he knows you’s still looking at him as if he’s a fucking puzzle.
“ Why are you here ? I’ve had a busy day . I just wanna go home . ”
“ I can call someone and ask them to drive us to your place .” He said it so casually you almost thought he had already done it before . With other girls . Your eyes followed every move of his .
“ No . I’m good .” You turned around and grabbed the hem of your dress to pull it over your head _ while also making sure your slicked back hair stayed impeccable- and threw it over the back of the chair. His eyes immediately went to your butt , his tongue darted out to swipe the alcohol from his bottom lip . “ You’re gonna walk home ? ”
“ I have my own chauffeur and I bet he’s as impatient as me to drop me home so he can go about his evening . “ Ben admired both your backside and the bit of attitude you were giving him . Women would throw themselves at him , eyefucking or sweet talking him into falling in his favor which always worked because he liked being liked . He was a fucking national treasure . Whenever you refused him , that made him hard . Painfully hard . He lifted a brow at the sight of you stepping into a yellow dress . Your hands went behind your back and You managed to zip it up. You flipped your ponytail in place and faced your counterpart again .
“ I don’t like that dress on you.” He comments .
“ I . . . don’t really want you to like it ? ”
Like the spoiled kid he secretly was, he rolled his eyes and walked to you .
“ When will your movie even come out ?” He asks and you blinks a few times.
“ Oh , somewhere about November .” Ben huffed and quietly walked towards the exit without adding anything else .
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warnings: +18, smut, sextape, könig cums in his pants, let's imagine that his mask has a hole in the area of his lips., creampie!
part 1
könig was tempering, he didn't know if it was from nerves or excitement. as his large body approached the door of your hotel room, he couldn't help but wonder if you were as beautiful as in the videos, and more importantly, if you could have feelings for him.
his legs almost gave out as you opened the door and smiled widely at him. surprisingly you approached him to hug him, surrounding his muscular body with your arms. all your delicious aroma invaded him and he could feel every part of your body on his.
könig tried to say something but only moans came out of his mouth that he tried to hide. he felt discomfort in his crotch and it didn't take long for him to notice that he had just cum in his pants. all your fault and your beauty.
when it was time to record, you were already on the bed, wearing a transparent night gown and with your look that almost made könig finish for the second time. he put on his mask and prepared to fulfill his greatest dream: fucking you.
könig pounced on you and began to kiss you roughly while his large hands ran over your skin under the night gown. his fingers dug into your skin, marking it and making you moan against his lips.
"fuck it, I need to fuck you now."
in a quick movement könig put you face down, as if you weighed nothing. out of desperation, he tore your night gown, leaving you exposed. he placed a pillow under your belly, making your back curve as delightfully as he was used to seeing you in the videos.
könig buried his nose into your pussy, sniffing your scent and sucking clumsily in an attempt to make his cock not hurt you so much. from the videos you had seen, könig had a tremendously big cock and the way he fucked his fleshlight had given you the idea that it was going to hurt.
he tried to hold back and slowly enter you but to no avail. his first thrusts were deep and fast, making you moan and forcing you to grab onto the sheets. you could feel every vein and how his cock throbbed inside you, stretching you painfully delicious.
könig grabbed your hips tightly and moved you as if you were his fleshlight, fucking you on his cock. with each thrust the tip of his cock kissed your cervix and your ass hit hard against his muscular legs.
you turned your face to get a good shot for the camera and noticed how könig looked at you with a lost look, almost as if he were in a trance while he automatically fucked you. totally immersed in the pleasure that your pussy gave him.
you moaned his name, getting his attention. könig looked at you for a few moments before grabbing you by the neck and bringing you towards him, crashing your back against his chest. he continued fucking you but now his eyes were locked on yours. in a loving act, he gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead.
suddenly, he came out inside you to turn you over and place you on your back. you couldn't react when he was now fucking you again with your legs over his shoulders and his cock stretching your sensitive pussy.
könig was out of his mind, totally clouded by pleasure and almost completely forgot that tou were filming. he buried his head in your breasts, licking and biting your nipples while your nails scratched your beefy back.
"im gonna cum, im gonna cum.."
he moaned painfully into your chest, increasing his thrusts and placing all of his weight on top of you. by that time you had completely forgotten that they were recording and you let yourself be carried away by the pleasure.
it only took a few pushes for könig to end up inside you, just as he had dreamed of so many nights.
after a few minutes, when you tried to see how the recording turned out, you noticed that your camera was not recording. you didn't give it any importance and you proposed to könig to record again, believing that it had been your forgetfulness.
if only you had realized that könig turned it off so he could fuck you as many times as necessary.
