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Welcome to the Neighborhood

SingleDad! Sukuna x Fem!Reader - Modern AU

Series Summary: you move in next door and sukuna, the single dad living next door, notices

alternatively you’re a pottery artist that moves into the neighborhood and you and sukuna develop a big ol fat crush on each other. then you ****.

Chapters: 6/7

Chapter Summary: phone sex (kinda), a nice bath, and a wholesome family dinner

Status: Completed

Tags: Sukuna is separate from Yuji, majorrrr and delusional fluff like this man LOVES you, domestic vibes, sukuna's a simp

Warnings: 18+, Daddy kink (of course), oral sex (f receiving), rough sex bc it's a quickie, penetrative sex, sex while on the phone, begging, breeding kink, praise kink, slight degradation, swearing and dirty talk, slight choking, slight dom/sub, mention of blood, hairpulling

Chapter 6- Quality Time

You both fell into a routine as the months went by, Sukuna dropping Yuji and Nobara off once a week at the Fushiguro's, the couple that lived at the opposite end of the neighborhood and the parents of Yuji’s best friend at school. This allowed the kids to play with their son Megumi while you two went on dates. He would also have you babysit whenever he had to visit more sites or take a desperately needed break, sometimes even without your urging. Almost a year passed by with you and Sukuna telling the kids that you were ‘special friends,’ which they didn’t seem to completely understand, but they did love seeing you so much more often than before you and Sukuna started dating. You regularly came over a few times a week, which you adored doing since it meant cuddling with the kids as you watched animated movies or pushing them around in laundry baskets until they passed out from their little bodies being unable to handle the pure adrenaline rush they obtained from the activity.

One of your favorites was helping the family make up cool fighting poses for their made up world of sorcerers where they battled against monsters the kids liked to call ‘curses.’ At every imaginary battle; you would all work together to dog pile onto Sukuna because that was the best way to defeat ‘the king of Curses,’ as Yuji and Nobara had dubbed him.

Another favorite was when you would come over after he had dropped the kids off at school, and he would pull you into the doorway and have his way with you until you were a trembling, whiny mess.

This was one of those times, and you were sure he was thoroughly enjoying wrecking you again when his cellphone started angrily beeping at him from where he had chucked it at the nightstand upon your arrival.

He continued lapping at your core, immersed in the soft folds, and you had to pull at the ends of his hair to make him stop.

“It could be important, answer it.”

He groaned in frustration, reluctantly raising his head from between your thighs and giving the seam of your pussy one last loving lick.

“It better fucking be. You taste even better than usual today.”

Sukuna crawled up to have you taste for yourself, kissing you delicately and drawing a sigh from your lips before he reached over to pick up the phone.

He held it to his ear with one hand and used the other to give your ass a hard spank as he settled in the middle of your thighs. He kneeled in front of you, adjusting your hips as he rubbed away the growing redness and relishing your soft whimper when he started slapping his heavy cock against your entrance.

“Hello?” He answered, slowly pushing his hips forward and spreading your legs wider.

You emitted a small moan, and he proceeded to cover your mouth with his hand as he slid himself back out of your aching pussy.

“Be quiet,” He mouthed, smiling down at you before he nodded at what was being said on the phone.

“Mm, I see.” He slammed back inside, stifling another one of your moans under his hand.

You could barely hear the other line over the static and your own crude noises, but from what you had gathered it was an old office lady from Yuji’s school.

“Yuji seems to be perfectly fine, but his shirt has blood on it and we figured since there’s only a couple of hours left of the day he could go home early if that works for you Mr. Ryoumen.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks for looking out for him. I’ll be right there.”

He began penetrating you at a painstakingly slow pace as your muffled cries were blocked by his palm. He was reaching so deep that your walls were automatically clenching hard around him, and he let out a shuddering breath.

“Great! You sound out of breath, are you alright Mr. Ryoumen?”

Sukuna pressed down harder into you, a pointed thrust leaving your eyes rolling. You clutched at his wrist, an unheard plea to hit that spot again.

“Yeah, I was just gardening. Hard work you know?”

You glared up at him, swearing that you were going to kill him. Though your killing intent instantly vanished when he started grinding runny circles into your hips, your swollen clit rubbing against his flexed stomach.

“Oh yes! The flowers you brought the other day for the office were just lovely, thank you.” You heard the woman coo.

“Of course, just showing my appreciation to you ladies.” He maintained eye contact with you, his voice far too sweet in contrast to the way he was obliterating your insides.

“We certainly appreciate it!”

You didn’t know how much more of this you could take.

Hang up the damn phone already. You seethed, choking on your own whines and bucking upwards into Sukuna.

“Well, I won’t keep you for any longer. We’ll see you soon and let Yuji know his father’s coming.”

“Thanks, see you soon. Bye.” Sukuna hung up, tossing his phone onto the bed and leaning down until he could whisper into your ear.

“We’re going to have to do this fast. You can be as loud as you want, okay?”

His hand was still covering your mouth, and you nodded like the good girl you were as he released his hand.

He gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead before getting up, “Good. Now turn around.”

You scrambled onto shaky elbows, arching your chest into the covers and offering your needy cunt completely up to him. He framed your hips with his hands, placing a few quick kisses and licks along your back until he slid his entire length into your throbbing pussy at once and started fucking you like the only thing you were good for was being his personal fuckhole.

Unrestrained yelps of pleasure fell out of your mouth, and you screamed when he tangled his fingers into your hair and yanked you up to your knees. The blood rushing up your spine left you breathless, and the underside of his cock was perfectly stroking every delicious spot you needed with bruising force. You gripped the back of his neck, praying that you would be able to walk afterwards. Soon, you felt the pressure reach an unbearable point within you as Sukuna impatiently and continuously plunged his cock against the heady bundle of nerves along your pussy. You fought to contain the feeling, but tears had already started streaming down your face and you were sure Sukuna knew how close you were. You didn’t think it had even been longer than a few minutes since he had hung up the phone.

“Right there, oh my god! More, please Daddy. Please? Oh!” You cried out, feeling his hold on your hair tighten.

He rammed into you deliriously, his pants and carnal moans pressing heat onto the back of your neck.

“Hurry up and cum for me baby, wanna see your cum on my dick before I go.” He ground out, and you let out a swear when he started aggressively rubbing your clit against the pads of his fingers and speeding up his pounding in the area that made you dizzyingly weak. Slaps of skin on skin audibly resounded throughout the room as the added stimulation made you writhe and see white.

The vulgar sounds alone were enough to drive you to the edge.

“C-cumming!” You finally gasped, letting go of any semblance of control you thought you had and feeling your orgasm send your body into spasms around Sukuna’s cock.

As you twitched and squeezed, you felt the sensation of his cum dribbling into your stomach and the familiar sound of your name on his lips. Your pussy dully pulsed as you both slowed, and Sukuna carefully shifted his grip from your hair to your chin.

“Fuck, come here for a sec.” He lifted you to his lips, sloppily kissing your mouth and then delivering one last peck to the side of your jaw before he pulled out.

You whined at the feeling, but were too worn out to move from where you collapsed onto the bed when he released you.

He quickly wiped you down with the small towel he always had ready when you came over, and slid his covers over you.

“I’m gonna go pick up Yuji. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” He tenderly stroked aside your hair, and you felt your heart swell before he moved to the end of the bed to find his pants.

You managed a tired laugh, “I don’t think I could move if I tried.”

A devilish smirk spread across Sukuna’s face as he buckled his belt and finished redressing, “If we had more time I’d really like to test that.”

“Go!”

You threw a pillow at him, and he let out a sly laugh as he dodged it and rushed out of the room.

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You were still curled up naked in Sukuna’s bed when he returned and you woke to him caressing a line down your cheek and stopping at the nape of your neck.

“You’re back.” You smiled, stretching into his touch and warming at the adoring look you found in his eyes.

“You’re so fucking precious.” He retraced the line up to your cheek, and you gave the inside of his palm a kiss.

“Is Yuji okay?”

“Yeah,” He took off his shirt and settled into the bed next to you with a groan, “He had a nosebleed, but the nurse said it was normal with the weather we’ve been having. It's not the first time it's happened. I cleaned him up and now he’s taking a nap.”

“Mmm okay, good.”

“Thanks for asking.” You nodded as he started peppering kisses at the corner of your forehead, wrapping a hand around your waist.

“I’ll have to check on him later. When does Nobara come home?”

“Hour and a half. You miss them or what?”

“Mhm, I haven’t seen the two of them in a couple of days.”

You giggled and closed your eyes again, breathing in Sukuna’s cologne and relishing his warmth as he rubbed circles into your waist with his thumb.

“You know, we can go pick her up and all get dinner together if that’s alright. We haven’t done that in a while and I think the kids want to know if you’re going to be their new mommy already.”

You sat up, pressing a hand to his chest, “What?”

He rubbed his hand steadily over yours, “I mean I was just thinking that obviously, we’re getting married and we’ve been talking about it for a while now. It’s about time we told the kids, get their little blessings before I propose and help them understand what’s going to happen. Not that they’d even say no because they fucking love you, but...what do you think?”

You beamed, diving onto him and burying your face into his neck, “I think I’d love that.”

You felt him wrap his arms around you, the unmistakable rumble of his pleased laughter surrounding you, “I thought you would. Come on, you wanna take a bath before we go?”

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Sukuna kissed down your shoulders as he cupped water over your skin, doing his best to be gentle after the rough way he had treated your body earlier.

“How are you feeling?”

You leaned back into his chest, contemplating. You had gone quiet after he had started the bath, lost in your thoughts as your anxiety around tonight’s dinner began to grow.

You took a deep breath, resting a tired cheek onto your knees and tracing random shapes into the warm surface of the water.

“Honestly, the more I think about it, the more nervous I get. Scared even, it’s a big change. How are you feeling?”

“I’m scared too.”

You went silent, not expecting he would share your feelings. After all, he had suggested it and you were used to him having more confidence than you most days.

“But.” He quickly added, seeming to sense your fear spike and pulling your shoulders to the side so that he could look into your eyes, “Let me explain.”

You shifted positions, chests pressing together as he held you in his lap and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Maybe this was a bad idea, you’re too beautiful.” He complained, his hands pulling up your thighs and eliciting a small laugh from you.

“Really though,” He continued, voice dropping in volume, “I don’t think being scared is a bad thing.”

You nodded, slicking back his wet hair with your fingers as you listened. Drops of water rested at the tips of his hair and long eyelashes, and the moisture from the air gave his cheekbones a dewy shine. Sukuna was always such a sight for sore eyes.

He closed his eyes to enjoy your touches, opening them once more when he was ready to speak again.

“Now I’m no fucking poet, but I’m smart enough to know that you’re one of the best things that ever happened to me. You’re just…so damn good. In every sense of the word. And together, we’re even better. The best. When you have the best, of course you’re scared of fucking it up.”

He shook his head, a disbelieving scoff escaping his lips before his eyes settled on yours.

“My god I mean, this? You?” He gestured between the two of you, voice on the verge of breaking. It was rare to see Sukuna like this.

Every word he uttered tore at your heart, and you found yourself holding your breath.

“I’d kill for you. I want to die with you.” Sukuna confessed, as if he would die in your arms right then if you asked him to. You had no doubt that anything you ever wished for he would make his purpose to acquire, as long as you gave him the chance to do so.

“It’s terrifying, but on the other hand…If we don’t continue on, get married, or whatever else, I’d be more scared of not doing everything in my power to give you and the kids a fulfilling life. Losing the chance at a life we can share together and be as happy as fucking possible.” He finished.

“Sukuna…”

“It’s true. You know I’m not so good with words and, hell, even feeling half the time but you know it’s…You’re it for me.”

You were stunned into speechlessness, staring into Sukuna’s eyes and falling even more hopelessly in love with the rugged man before you.

“Say something,” He dragged a hand up your back and through the strands of your hair, “What are you thinking about?”

His vulnerable state tugged at your heartstrings, and you pressed yourself even closer to him. His hands automatically clung to your sides, as if any distance, however minimal, could never be close enough to you for him.

You let out a pensive hum, sliding your body up his and reaching down to stroke at his quickly hardening length as water dripped down your thighs, “I’m thinking…that you make my heart so happy some days that it’s selfish of me or even impossible for me to have so much happiness with you.”

You languidly slid the tip of his cock over your tantalizingly slick entrance, a strained groan leaving him when you placed your hands back around his shoulders and slowly began to sink down inch by inch, “But I do.”

“I’m thinking about how excited I am to be your wife and how much I love you.” Another inch.

“I’m so excited to have you as my wife. I love you.” He professed, chasing your hips with his.

You soothed him by kissing the corner of his mouth and then continued leisurely taking in more of him as you spoke.

“I’m also thinking that you don’t give yourself enough credit. The way you love the kids, the way you love me? Once in a lifetime isn’t even cutting it close.”

His eyes were hazing over with exaltation, and you finally fully sat down, tightly encircling him and wantonly rubbing yourself against the base of his impressive cock.

“And…I’m just thinking about all of the ways I’m going to let you put a baby in me.” You whispered.

“Fuck, you’re killing me.” He rasped, and you jerked your head to the side as he stared at you in want, his fingertips softly pressing into your hips.

Your cupid’s bow was just barely pressed to his own, and every diminutive movement made your breaths hitch and ghost over each other’s mouths.

“Let’s die together then.”

It was just like he wanted.

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Once you were done making a mess of Sukuna’s bathroom, you both had woken up Yuji and picked up Nobara from preschool. You had all settled on visiting a nearby diner that Nobara claimed, ‘had the best chicken nuggies in the whole wide world’. Yuji and Nobara had been happy to have you join them for this clearly extravagant dinner, but you couldn’t help feeling nervous the whole time you were being led to your seats and ordering food far too greasy for the knots in your stomach. Although you and Sukuna had discussed it, the moment being at hand made your apprehension somewhat return.

“I’ll be right back with your appetizers! Sit tight.” The server had chirped, tossing paper straws onto the table and making sure to leave another handful of crayons on the table for Yuji and Nobara as they scribbled over the coloring sheets left on the table.

You began folding your napkin, unable to sit still from the certainty that Sukuna was about to make the special announcement.

“Hey kids?” Sukuna bent down in his seat, making eye contact with the children as they looked up from their coloring mats, wide eyes sparkling and attentive.

The anxiety resurged in your gut before Sukuna’s hand wrapped around yours, firm and reassuring.

He went on to ask them if they remembered how he had explained to them that you two have been special friends for a while now, and the two nodded apprehensively.

“Well,” He continued, sending you a glance and squeezing your hand, “I love her very much, and she’s going to be part of our family really soon as your new mommy. I know you two already love her a lot, but what do you think?”

His question was cut short when Nobara and Yuji let out simultaneous screams and started enthusiastically jumping up and down in their seats.

“We have a mommy again!” Yuji began skipping around the table, circling it multiple times with hyper speed. He only stopped to collapse against you and wrap two tiny arms around your waist.

“I love you mommy.”

“Hug me too! Me too!” Nobara stretched her arms out, and Sukuna stood up to collect her as tears sprang into your eyes and you softly patted Yuji’s head.

He had begun nuzzling his face into your side, and Sukuna pinched his cheek once he had deposited Nobara in your lap.

She made content sounds, following her brother’s example and nudging herself into you while squeezing your arm.

“Don’t cry, mommy.”

The sentiment only guaranteed that your tears wouldn’t stop, and you felt Sukuna’s hand and the deep resonance of his voice on your back.

“Yeah, don’t be a baby.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

You couldn’t believe your luck.

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End Notes:

Aaaaaa we made it to the end! But it’s the start to a happy happy family🥳💕

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Welcome to the Neighborhood

SingleDad! Sukuna x Fem!Reader - Modern AU

Series Summary: you move in next door and sukuna, the single dad living next door, notices

alternatively you’re a pottery artist that moves into the neighborhood and you and sukuna develop a big ol fat crush on each other. then you ****.

Chapters: 3/7

Chapter Summary: you gain sukuna’s trust

Status: Completed

Tags: Sukuna is separate from Yuji, slight slow burn (it starts off slowish bear w me), some pining and long stares

Warnings: 18+, Daddy kink makes its appearance, fluff mostly tho

Chapter 3 - Babysitting

Some weeks had passed since that conversation, and it still weighed on your mind as you were reading in your living room. You hadn’t tried speaking to him since really, as you wanted to give him space and felt ashamed about perhaps overstepping your place. Mulling over Sukuna’s response for the upteenth time, you nearly jumped out of your skin when urgent knocks were pounded into your front door.

You looked through the peephole and immediately pushed it open, “Sukuna?”

He was smartly dressed for once, wearing black dress shoes and a white button up rolled to his forearms that tucked into perfectly tailored gray slacks. He had a duffel bag stuffed to the point of almost bursting slung around his shoulder, and in each hand, a toddler that looked up at you with overwhelmingly cute curiosity.

“Hey.” He breathed, looking at you apologetically as he spoke quickly, “Could you please watch them for a few hours? There’s an emergency at one of the sites, but I can’t have the kids there and you’re the first person I thought of.”

The first person he thought of.

“I’d love to, come here kids.” You extended your hands out to them, and tried to contain a squeal when they rushed forward to hug your legs instead.

“Cookie lady!” They shouted excitedly.

“Daddy will be right back, okay?” Sukuna knelt down, offloading the duffel bag beside you and patting each child’s head before standing.

“They’ll behave, I promise.” He said with more anxiety than you'd ever seen him exhibit, “And anything they need’s in the bag, just so you know.”

“I got it.” You reassured with a smile, picking up Nobara to hold her to your chest and placing a hand on Yuji’s back.

“Thank you.” He shot you a meaningful look, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“See you.” Your own goodbye was chorused by Yuji and Nobara as Sukuna sped off to work.

Once his car had become a speck in the distance, you looked down at the pair of children left in your care for the rest of the day, “You guys wanna help me bake some cookies?”

Their eyes glittered with elation.

“Yes!”

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By the time Sukuna came back the sun had set, and you had done your damnedest trying to keep up with Yuji and Nobara, filling the day with baking cookies, sculpting and painting little animal figurines with them, playing tag, and finally reading to them until at least Yuji had fallen asleep tucked into the corner of your couch. Nobara was still awake, but was clearly trying to defy the need to sleep as her head lolled from side to side next to her brother.

Upon hearing footsteps approaching your door, you closed the picture book you had nabbed from Sukuna’s duffel bag. You carefully shushed Nobara’s inquisitive gurgles on your way to opening the door and found yourself at the end of Sukuna’s pressing gaze.

“Welcome back.”

“Hi,” His smile was tense and he made an attempt to peer over your shoulder, “Sorry about that, are they okay?”

“No need to apologize, they were angels. They’re a lot like you, actually.” You mused, “I can tell you raised them really well and we had so much fun together.”

It was true, throughout the day you could see how good natured and cheerful the two were, though they definitely had the same chaotic impulses most children their age loved to indulge. They were troublemakers with hearts of gold, and you could see how Sukuna’s personality shined through each of them differently. It had been a day full of pleasant surprises.

"I know it's not easy for you to be away from them either, so...thanks for letting me help." You finished.

His expression softened considerably, and he regarded you with a look that made your heart ache, as if he hadn’t expected your praise again and now didn’t know what to do with the kind words.

When he couldn’t produce a response, you gently broke the silence, “Wait here, I’ll go get them.”

You closed the door and repacked the duffel bag as best as you could, zipping it closed and setting it next to the door before returning to your living room to pick up Yuji’s limp form and lead a drowsy Nobara to the door by hand.

“Is Daddy back?” She rubbed at her eye indiscreetly.

“Yes, he’s here to pick you up.” You squeezed her hand affectionately, melting at the pure glee she stomped her feet with at hearing her father had returned.

You let go of her hand to open the door again before lightly pushing her back towards Sukuna, who’s shoulders relaxed upon seeing his daughter.

She stumbled into him, babbling with happiness and he pinched her cheek affectionately before reaching down and throwing the duffel bag at your feet over his shoulder.

He looked at the essentially comatose toddler cradled in your arms, “What happened to Yuji?”

“He fell asleep!” You whispered, extracting Yuji from your arms as gingerly as possible and transferring him to Sukuna.

The careful movement still disturbed him, and you just about died when he scrunched up his face and wrapped a small hand around your fingers.

“I don’t wanna go...”

Your willpower all but fell apart at his sleepy murmur, and you delicately slid your fingers out of his reach.

“You need to go home with Daddy, remember?”

Your heart squeezed at his pout, eyes still shut and a puffy cheek squished into Sukuna’s shirt.

“But-”

You soothingly rubbed his back and patted the little boy’s head, “I promise you and Nobara can come over and play whenever you want, just as long as it’s okay with Daddy. Okay?”

“Okay…” He sniffled, and you did everything in your power to not kidnap him from Sukuna right then and there.

“Pinky promise!” Nobara’s tiny voice floated up from below and you knelt down to hook your pinky through hers.

When you stood back up Sukuna was in a similar state as when you had initially left him, eyes brimming with an unreadable emotion. Except this time, he suddenly started to laugh.

“As long as it’s okay with Daddy?” He prompted, his handsome signature smile making its appearance.

You flinched at your own words, realizing the term of endearment had casually slipped into your vocabulary after having spent the whole day with Yuji and Nobara, who adorably but unhelpfully blabbed nonstop about their dad.

“That’s you right? They didn’t know I was talking about you if I said Sukuna.” You hurriedly blurted, an earnest look crossing your features.

“Right.”

His teasing tone made your heart race.

“What?” You demanded, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Nothing,” He grinned, leaning into your ear as Nobara yawned, “Just like the sound of it coming from you.”

You nearly fell to the floor, and he stepped back as if nothing had been said.

“Anyway, thanks for everything today. Say bye bye Nobara.” He gave the sleepy toddler’s hand a tug.

“Bye bye!” She waved, blinking blearily as he stooped down and scooped her into his arms as well.

He gave you one last look before walking off, a slumbering child bundled up in each arm, “Have a good night.”

“Goodnight.” You waved back meekly, barely finding your voice in time.

You didn’t sleep at all that night.

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End Notes:

shorter chapter! next one is where the spice takes off😇 honestly would write more relationship building stuff with the kids butttttt again we’re here for Daddy Sukuna not them so

fuck them kids

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you mean sukuna “ come ‘ere mama” ryomen????

the one that rubs on your hips and kisses you neck when you’re washing the dishes?

the one that he’s your initials tattooed behind his ear?

the dude that rubs your feet and rubs your scalp after a long day?

the big scary man with silver caps and tattoos?

the same scary man who melts when you hold his baby cousins at family events?

THE MAN that blushes when you call him your man, rub at his shoulders then neck and blink your pretty eyes at him.

yea thats him🤭

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“You're home”

Couldn't help myself, fic art for UNDONE...

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MW2 Reaction to You Having an OnlyFans

Warnings: 18+, Non-Explicit Implied Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Imagery, Territorial MW2 👀, Possessive MW2 👀👀, MW2 having a Crush on Reader, Petnames, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

Ghost

Initially, he was in disbelief.

Denial, even.

But when you accidentally sent him a link to your OnlyFans instead of a link to the website of the restaurant you were visiting, Simon’s heart almost stopped.

You deleted the link immediately after, but it was too late.

The tab was already open on his browser.

Despite his agility and lightning reflexes, this situation is not one he’s going to be able to bounce back from quickly.

Will just stare at his phone for a minute or so before eventually starting to understand that yes, you did just send him evidence of your goings-on online.

And yes, you had just confirmed that you made intimate images of yourself accessible to whoever wanted them, though for a hefty fee.

You know your worth; you charge above average.

For days afterwards, the idea of you compromising yourself haunts him.

He doesn’t condemn you for your actions. Far from it !

He’s just surprised he hadn’t found out sooner. That he’d failed to read you well enough to know that this is what you did for work.

And, trying to justify to himself that it’s ‘just out of curiosity’ and ‘a need to confirm that it is actually you’ who is featured on the account, Simon buys a subscription.

He’s glad he waited a while since the appearance of a new subscription days after the incident is much less suspicious than receiving one right after.

Let’s just say, whatever morbid fancy Simon had before seeing your work transformed into a ravenous appetite after he’d seen what you had to offer.

Can’t see you the same way afterwards. But in the best way possible.

When he looks at you, he feels like he knows a secret.

Sure, he does feel creepy when you look at him, not knowing that he’s beaten himself off to videos and pictures of you approximately eight times that week.

But he tries to justify it. Again.

He’s supporting your business, he’s being a good friend (he winces when the word passes him by like a phantom), he’s…

He’s absolutely eneamoured with the way you look.

And the fact that he knows you personally – that he can (and has) heard you call his name – makes whatever little fantasy you’re acting out feel that much more real.

His favourite image of you is one where you have your arms bound above your head.

He always finds himself coming back to it.

Until one day he realises…How are you tying those ropes by yourself ?!

It’s impossible. Simon knows because he’s tried it on himself (don’t ask). So now he’s faced with the burning question of: Who is helping you with these shoots ?

And why isn’t it him ?!

König

Didn’t realise what he’d stumbled upon at first.

One minute, he was checking your socials to see how you were doing while he was away.

The next, he was at a sign-up page for something he’d never heard about.

The fact that it asked for his bank details left him somewhat suspicious, but your endorsement of the site – your claim of it being ‘The best investment of your life <3’ eased him into a false sense of security.

Oh, how König condemned his trusting nature.

Past the paywall, König didn’t know what to expect.

Whatever he could have dreamt of, he never expected it to be…this.

You in the most indecent images he’d ever seen.

Yes, König did scream when he realised what he was seeing. Yes, he did close the tab out of sheer panic.

After a minute, then two, he found the ability to breathe again.

His phone quivered in his hand, his grip a python about its glass neck.

Sighing shakily, König dared to unlock his phone.

Swallowing thickly, he approached the OnlyFans tab.

Opening it, he gasped, your likeness filling his screen and his mind once again.

“Oh, (Y/N),” he said, nobody else about to hear him save for himself. “What have you done ?”

After the aftershock fizzled out, König’s cheeks warmed.

Though, whether of anger, disappointment, or something else, he could not be sure.

He’d enjoyed thinking of the two of you as more than friends. For a while now, too.

And you hadn’t helped: not with how you took to his lap as if it were your throne, how you’d bend and hit him at just the right angle when he was behind you, reaching up for something.

Not with how you clung to him and whined his name at night when you slept over, always a doe-eyed look accompanying whatever minimal favour you were about to ask of him.

So to see you capitalise on yourself like this before he’d ever even seen your bare torso made him…

Territorial.

“I can’t let you get away with this, Engel,” he promised. Your smiling face was oblivious to his threat.

He palmed the bulge in his pants, his grip on his phone tightening.

“One way or another,” he found himself smiling. “You will be mine.”

Soap

Buys a subscription immediately.

He genuinely only did it as a joke to embarrass you. At first.

A rather expensive joke, mind you.

He almost choked on his energy drink when he saw your lowest monthly rate.

Whatever.

He bought it.

And his mind promptly went blank.

When seeing a friend in a compromising position, one typically tends to look away, either out of respect or embarrassment.

Soap didn’t.

He couldn’t.

He just stared at the image of you with your legs spread and your face the image of viscous lust.

Only after every pixel of that image was burned into his memory could Johnny look down.

And there, between his legs, sat a growing, pulsing, aching problem.

One which he had been vaguely aware of yet entirely unwilling to accept.

Every time your likeness throbbed in his mind, he felt himself twitch.

He sighed, his hand a resting place for his face as a dark dawn of realisation washed over him.

For what was unlikely the first time, Soap dealt with himself to the image of you, a euphoria he’d never known before shooting through him now he had you to look upon in such delicious detail.

At first, guilt impeded him, strangled his chest, propelling the likelihood of you walking through his door at any minute and catching him like this.

But all caution threw itself to the wind as the promise of release clouded his judgement.

“Besides,” he told himself. “You let other guys do this. So why not me ?”

After he finished, post-nut clarity settling over him, Johnny couldn’t help but feel dirty.

Getting off to the image of his best friend in such gruesome detail while they were completely unaware…

Sure, he’d done it before, but the fantasies had been vague enough for Soap to evade guilt.

Until now.

But, even so, with the weight of his actions on his shoulders, Johnny couldn’t bring himself to loathe his actions.

Not when you made yourself up so pretty for him.

Something tells him that this won’t be the last time he visits your page.

Valeria

This woman is already possessive to the max, so to see you posting content of yourself at your most intimate angles is nothing short of infuriating.

Regardless of whether you’re hers yet or not (you already belong to her, Valeria just doesn’t have the official title of ‘girlfriend’ yet), she will have something to say about your page.

Of course, she’s upset. Angry doesn’t even begin to cover it.

But more than anything, she’s…

Hurt.

Hurt that you never told her about your little account. Hurt that you didn’t trust her enough to let her know that this is what you did for work.

You weren’t obligated to, but where Valeria is concerned, there is no excuse.

Will drive up to your house in the dead of night and interrogate you.

And when she’s got you crying and shaking and apologising for having a career, she consoles you.

“I’m not angry,” she says, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes are hard; black pearls. “Just disappointed.”

Female manipulator 100%.

She’ll tease you every now and then because of your account, nothing but playful banter (as she calls it). But you can tell there’s venom to her words.

Especially when she refuses to let you pursue it as a career anymore.

“Your body is for me to see alone, Mi Amor.”

Price

This DILF may not know how technology works, but he does know that he likes what he sees when a grotesque little picture of you floods his screen.

Don’t ask how he got here; that’s not important.

What is important is how full of you his mind is both during and after the initial discovery of your OnlyFans.

All he can think about as he’s scrolling through your portfolio is how devilishly sly you’ve been as to keep such an impressive career a secret from him of all people.

Like some kind of secret.

He’ll definitely tease you about it – drop eerily familiar turns of phrase into conversation with you, ones which you’d used on the captions of your pictures.

Calls you things which you refer to yourself as online: “Prince/Princess”, “Puppy/Kitty”, an extremely specific nickname that you’re certain you’ve never mentioned around him before.

He just loves watching you squirm under the false scrutiny in his eyes as you question yourself as to whether he’s found you out.

Little do you know that he’s your most generous benefactor, tipping you most ardently on your posts where the angle of the camera gives him a glimpse of what lays beneath the thin layers of your robe.

Comments something like ‘Fucking beautiful, Love. Keep up the good work for Daddy x’

And, when he’s ready to let you know that, yes, he has been following you for months, he’ll repeat that same sentence as his mouth is to your ear, his head just over your shoulder, as he guides your hands as he teaches you how to defend yourself.

And the feeling of your body stiffening, stepping back into him in disbelief and rubbing him just right is enough to send him over the edge, his breath shuttering, his hips pressing into yours.

Horangi

Despite the disciplinary values the military taught Horangi, nothing can restrain the sheer carnality brewing in his lower half as the video of you bent over a desk, an unknown antagonist taking you from behind filled his computer screen.

If it weren’t for your breathy, whining moans, your glassy eyes and the overwhelming fact that the person I like most is literally on full display in front of me, Horangi may have been mad enough to question who was railing you right now.

That, and why did one of his associates have a subscription to your OnlyFans ?

Better yet – since when did you have an OnlyFans ???

So many questions, and Horangi can’t focus on any of them.

His first instinct is to close the tab – to preserve your privacy, your dignity

But…something stops him.

Call it logic. Call it a sick need to fulfil his own desires, but Horangi stops just short of exiting the tab.

You’re putting this online with only a paywall to separate you from the common man. So why should he feel guilty for seeing it ?

Long story short, Horangi’s shame dies, and there is little that can resurrect it or stop what’s coming next.

For the rest of his mission, his mind drifts back to you – in that position – more often than he’d like it to.

Granted, his mind had wandered to such places long before now, but he’d never had anything so visual to fuel his fantasies save for a time or two when you bent over and your underwear peeked out from beneath your shirt whenever you slept over.

When he gets home – his long-awaited reprieve – he purchases his very own subscription to this newly-found slice of Heaven.

And he gives no indication that he knows of your activities, instead waiting for the day that you ask him for his help in filming your latest masterpiece.

Alejandro

He may not look like it, but Alejandro is lowkey an internet sleuth.

I’m talking, you mention a YouTube video you watched once when you were younger that’s since been removed, based off a blurry thumbnail and Alejandro will finish your sentence like: “Oh, the one with that cat who steps on that leaf and jumps up its owner’s leg,”

So, finding your OnlyFans account isn’t exactly detective work for him when, after an outing with the boys™, he sees you get particularly jumpy when you pull out your phone.

Through the process of elimination, Alejandro concludes that you’re pursuing a more adult career.

And since he follows all your socials, he knows what your handle is likely to be.

And when he finds you in some rather compromising positions on your beloved little app, he can’t help but crack a smile.

“My, my, mi Corazon…What have you been up to ?”

He takes a leisurely stroll through your portfolio, makes a note of some noteworthy posts. Then, he makes a decision. An investment.

He purchases a subscription.

Sure, he could feel guilty about doing so – feel ashamed of his deep-rooted desire to see someone he’s seen as more than a friend exposed in ways he’s only dreamed of so far.

But he takes comfort in the fact that he’s admiring your artistry for what it is; hard work, dedication, and beauty.

Yeah, he still gets off to the stuff you post, but unlike the basement-dwellers who’ll pop a shot to a lewd picture of you and then go upstairs for their dino nuggies and their off-brand energy drink, Alejandro takes time, care, to really analyse your work – to see the colours you’ve used, the camera angles.

And to try and capture even a reflection of the guy who seems to “help” you in your productions.

Rodolfo

Screamed out loud the first time he caught sight of your page, which was open on Alejandro’s phone.

To be honest, he was too dazed by the risque picture of you in a very frail-looking swimsuit to consider the implications of Alejandro having access to your OnlyFans.

At first, he did the only thing he could think of – the gentlemanly thing to do.

Which was to look away; to grant you your privacy and pretend he’d seen nothing.

At first.

Rudy managed to make it a whole 24 hours before, after fighting a losing battle of wills with himself (one which he put little fight into the longer that image of you stewed in his mind), he found himself on your page. Again.

Shamefully, one might add.

And, much to his chagrin, he didn’t hate it.

Nor did it satiate his growing hunger for you.

And, considering how he already liked you well before making this discovery, Rudy is…conflicted, to say the least.

On one hand, you’re letting whoever has an internet connection and a bank card see you in ways that, even in his wildest imagination, Rudy never had.

Conversely, you’re letting whoever has an internet connection and a bank card see you in ways that, until now, Rudy never had.

Two sides of the same coin. Identical outcomes. It just all rested on how Rudy wanted to view the situation; as a hurdle, or an advantage.

A loyal follower of two months now, his evenings spent worshipping the visage of you in what one could barely consider clothing, Rodolfo chose the latter.

And you have no idea. And Rudy is going to keep it that way until he feels you’re ready to learn that your top contributor is the man who’s sat beside you right this second as you stay at his house for a sleepover; one upon which you rest your head and listen to the deceptively steady beating of his heart.

Graves

Not that he would admit it, but he felt somewhat offended the first time he found out about your OnlyFans account.

Bruised his ego considerably ☹️

He took your self-sufficiency personally.

Did you not believe he could provide for you ? Is that why you turned to…adult practices ?

He sulked about it for a little while – about a day or two – before the fact that the person he’d been – dare he say it – crushing on for the last few months had an ONLYFANS ACCOUNT.

Needless to say, he hopped right back on his computer and got to buying your most elite subscription available.

Yeah, perhaps the idea that a couple thousand or so other weirdos were ooglign your body aside from himself bothered him. But he wasn’t exactly whiter than white himself, so he dropped the subject (with himself).

However, his jealous tendencies do lead him to some rather unorthodox places.

Has genuinely, seriously considered acquiring OnlyFans to try and get you scrubbed off the platform.

His accountant managed to (eventually) convince him otherwise after drilling it through his skull “How questionable this would look on your company record, Sir.”

And then, obviously, Graves decided to just try and buy the internet.

Bless him, he may be a CEO, but he isn’t a boyboss. Or tech-savvy.

Regardless, he eventually cools off and actually sees this situation as playing to his advantage.

He could already feel the cogs in his turning as he realised that you didn’t know he’d seen your account, nevermind contributed to it.

And thus began Philly’s plan to make you so financially dependent on him through anonymous donations and financial contributions. A hostile takeover, as it’s known in the trade.

Gaz

Since he is both the youngest and the most tech-savvy of the 141, he knows what he’s doing.

He’d heard a whisper while traversing your socials that you owned a fabled OnlyFans account.

And, like the good friend he was, instead of embarrassing you and asking you directly, he went on the hunt for it himself.

Okay, maybe he didn’t do this without your knowledge out of pure chivalry – rather a need to see if there was a possibility that, yes, you posted yourself online for money.

And, perhaps, a need to see if he can get his hands on some of those images himself…

Eventually, ever the internet sleuth he is, Gaz found your account.

And boy, did he underestimate what he thought he’d find.

“Jesus, (Y/N)...What have you been doing ?”

But that isn’t to say he didn’t like it.

On the contrary; he couldn’t help but feel drawn to it.

Especially when, in one of the pictures, he saw you drenched in a shirt of his he’d lent to you months ago. One which he still hadn’t gotten back.

He doesn’t pester you about it anymore. Even jokingly.

Though, he is somewhat envious that his shirt gets to be that close to you, especially in those conditions.

That, and…

Wait, who’s taking these pictures ?!

Not that you’d know this, but, his chest alight with the need to identify this mystery victor, those dark rings under Gaz’s eyes when you meet for lunch the next day are for you.

“Gaz, Sweetie, did you get into a fight or something ?”

And Gaz can’t bear to tell you how much an effect the jealousy you’d inadvertently inflicted on him has had on his psyche – had on his sleep schedule as he burnt through the night trawling every image and video of you for any identifying feature of your work partner.

As evidenced by the crusted tissues piling up in the bin beside his desk, to dry his tears and…other fluids.

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