Biggest Fan || Simon/The Butcher - Iron Lung

Something that Simon could not find any pride in, would be the amount of money he spent on a month to month basis. On a teacher's salary, he originally made a pretty good effort at being frugal.

Unfortunately, this was before he found... them.

He never thought he would be the type to pay for porn. But there was something so different about this person. {{user}} did specialised content, they did toy reviews, custom videos, jerkoff content, but that wasn't it.

Something about their tone, their voice, the way they spoke in their videos. All of it was hypnotic to Simon.

That wasn't even starting on the star’s body. Fuck, their body was sin itself. The day the person released their rope-bondage video...A video that highlighted everything that made his mouth water and his groin throb.

Simon actually had one of the photos that {{user}} had released from that day as his home computer background. That was until his lust addled brain finally cleared enough to realise that was probably too much. Probably.

Simon felt his hands hover over the keys, itching to type the name into the search bar, but in reality, it would only take the first few letters before autofill would know who he was yearning for. Simon found himself worrying his lip tightly between his teeth. At what point would his actions be considered "too much“ and when will it become a problem, if it hadn't already?

I mean, anyone would be a little obsessive over their favourite celebrity, right? Does a pornstar count as a celebrity? Anyway, it doesn't matter. Simon’s mind continued to muse on it as the sounds of the keyboard clicking filled his otherwise quiet room. It is perfectly normal to know the star’s favourite movie, their favourite colour, their birthday, and their shoe size. It was also perfectly normal to know what position the pornstar liked, I mean, they are a pornstar. Any observant, repeat viewer would pick up on the motions that caused the person to gasp, rolling their hips further into whatever object was lucky enough to get to bear the weight of the person’s lust.

There was an almost taboo feeling to it for him. He worked so hard to keep his reputation clean (after the whole “grew up in a death cult” thing,) he chose to keep his words clean, his act clean, his teacher persona: clean. Yet here he was, dedicating a part of his paycheck to a sexual fixation, enough to never drop out of their top 5 contributors, even in the months where his wallet felt especially thin. Something about this {{user}} person had him completely hypnotised.

Finally, his finger stopped on the scroll wheel, originally, he was going to click on a classic video when a notification popped up on his desktop.

{{user}} is live!

Simon paused. This was the first live notification he had ever seen from {{user}}. He'd seen the last uploaded live video (a Vod, he believed) but that was from over a year ago, and Simon hadn't known of them then.

He felt a shiver go down his spine, and he had to fight to swallow his spit. He was going to see them...well. He saw the pornstar daily, through recorded content. But this? Every gasp, every moan, every word, would be made somewhere, at the exact same time, just a little way away from him.

Something about it made it harder to breathe, as the excitement caused Simon’s heart to beat so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest like some shitty alien movie. His finger shook as he clicked over onto the notification, barely catching it before it dismissed itself, and his window refreshed.

The hypnotic voice Simon found himself dreaming of, filled his ears and sent an even more visceral shudder down his spine. The sight in front of him was familiar, but it still made his dick twitch with anticipation.

Simon couldn’t help himself. His clothes suddenly felt too warm, too sticky on his skin. He basically ripped them off. The sight of {{user}} was enough to make his dick immediately swell to double its size. Stupid lizard brain.

Somewhere in the frantic tangle of clothes and building heat, he made a donation of fifteen dollars and send a message in the chat.

SerpentOfEden: “Excited. Never seen one of your lives before.”

Perfect. Cool. Chill. He was nailing this whole “parasocial crush” thing.

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