#The only things I can offer are sexy pictures and videos

[fushic0re]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 ─ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─ who out of the jujutsu kaisen men would have an onlyfans account + what their content would consist of.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. smut: masturbation, use of sexy toys, penetrative sex, rough sex, oral (male & female receiving), size kink, shibari, degradation, slapping, humiliation kink, dirty talk.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

-ˏˋ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 ˊˎ˗

This pretty little rich boy isn’t even in it for the money, he just loves the attention. Satoru knows he’s attractive and basks in the stares and whispers from passersby. A woman at a club jokingly suggested that he should have an Onlyfans account (after sucking his dick in the bathroom mind you) and a lightbulb went off in his head. That night he went home, set up his account, and made his first post; a late night video of him in bed stroking his cock languidly. The clip was short, but just enough to make people want more. next thing you know, he’s skyrocketing in subscribers.

Satoru’s content consists of him using the numerous toys subscribers have bought for him from fleshlights and vibrating cockrings. He’s best known for how pretty he is, but also how equally as pretty his cock is. When you come into the picture, if you’re okay with it, he starts including you in some of his content. He first teases his audience with a video of your pretty little hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it expertly as bursts of cum are released. That quickly escalates to videos of the two of you fucking in a series of public places.

Muffled whines and low pants fill the compact dressing room as Satoru ruts into you from behind. One hand is tightly clamped over your mouth, the other is rubbing tight circles on your clit. You look back at him over your shoulder with pleading eyes, begging for mercy. Your pleasure is soon obstructed by fear at the sound of a knock on the door.

“Is everything alright ma’am?”

A wicked grin stretches across your lover’s face. He removes his hand from your mouth and gives the lobe of your ear an encouraging nibble.

“Y-yes!” You call out to the attendant on the other side of the door, trying your absolute best to not sound as fucked out as you felt. “The skirt is just…a bit tighter than I thought.”

“Oh! No worries, I’ll be right back with another size!”            

“Atta girl.” Satoru purrs against your cheek. “Now look into the camera and cum before the nice saleslady comes back.”

-ˏˋ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 ˊˎ˗

This man can FUCK. And he knows he can fuck, so really deciding to make a couple’s Onlyfans isn’t out of the blue. The two of you already had a small personal collection of sex tapes. Toji liked to have a reminder of you whenever a job was taking longer than expected and he had to be away from you. While watching one of his favorites, he shoots you a text:

Toji ♡ we could make a shit ton of money from this

You know this man is all about his money. And so, you do. Your account is completely secret and you never show your faces, Toji’s body alone is enough to reign in the masses. He channels his resourcefulness as an assassin through Shibari – the main selling point of your account. You and Toji’s content consists of him tying you up in various positions and fucking you in them.  The audience thoroughly enjoys seeing his rippling muscles flex. They love how his hands look as they tug and loop rope around your body. The more intricate the binding, the better. Bonus points if the rope being used is red. Fans have offered to send you both different colors of rope, but Toji is too possessive to see your beautiful body wrapped in something that he didn’t buy. Truthfully, he’d much rather die.

Tears gently kiss your cheeks as Toji’s cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat. Your body is bare, bound and suspended in the air. The man grips the ropes on either side of you for leverage, effectively fucking your mouth. Gruff grunts and groans escape his lips as he uses you freely.

“Look at me. That’s my fucking good girl. Look how fucking pretty you look.”

You gasp sharply when he suddenly pulls away, leaving you jaw slacked and panting for oxygen. He studies your feeble expression before deeply chuckling, circling around you. The blunt tip of the head of his dick prods at your entrance.

“Now be a good little fuck doll for me.”

With one fluent thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself inside of you.

-ˏˋ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ˊˎ˗

Let’s be fucking real, this man was only enticed into the prospect of an Onlyfans because it meant more people got to witness him humiliating his little slut. The man is a sadist. Nothing makes his dick harder than the masses watching you get fucked to the brink of passing out, drooling mindlessly. It’s as simple as that.

Your body aggressively jerks around on the bed as Sukuna jackhammers in and out of you at a grueling pace. Two long tattooed fingers are in your mouth, holding it wide open. You can’t even recognize the noises you’re making, they’re more pornographic than anything your body has ever produced. The camera is focused on your fucked out expression. Just as your eyes begin to roll back into your skull and the white of eyes peek out, Sukuna lays a sharp slap to your cheek. He tugs at the belt wrapped around your throat.

“Aw pet, you’re drooling all over yourself.” He coos condescending, removing his fingers from your mouth and smearing your saliva across your lips and cheeks. “Can you at least use that dumb baby brain to tell everyone how good you’re getting fucked?”

Incoherent whines are all you manage to get out. Sukuna roars with laughter, enjoying every second of your indignity.

-ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎 ˊˎ˗

Okay hear me out; modern day Mahito who is a broke philosophy major in need of extra income. He already gets a lot of attention on social media thanks to his unique style and appearance and eccentric personality, why not capitalize off of it for his betterment? Besides, he already has the perfect little thing to play with – you. Your Onlyfans account isn’t anything out of the ordinary. It mainly consists of immaculately shot footage of Mahito fucking you, the sun somehow shining on the both of you perfectly. He garnered a lot of his subscribers, mostly women, from the abundance of videos of him eating your pussy like it was his last meal.

There was no sight prettier than your Mahito in between your legs, gazing up at you with those heterochromia eyes like you hung the stars in the sky. His lips were glistening with your arousal as they wrapped around your clit, suckling on it as he curled the two fingers inside of you upward.

“Baby!” You cry, tangling your hands into his pale aquamarine locks.

He giggles into your cunt, pulling his fingers out and licking a stripe from your slit to your clit. His tongue finds its way back to your entrance. Mahito fucks you with the muscle before sitting up and hiking your legs up onto his shoulders. The camera now has an idyllic shot of Mahtio’s muscled torso, the black ink of his barbwire tattoos contrasting beautifully against his porcelain skin. He grabs his cock with one hand and taps it against your glistening nub teasingly before guiding himself inside of you.

“Oh fuck, pretty girl. You have the best fucking pussy.”

-ˏˋ𝐀𝐎𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎 ˊˎ˗

Aoi is a simple man; you’re attractive, he’s attractive, and you both just so happen to be in a sexually active relationship – why not show off? This big boy is whipped™️ with a capital W, so if Onlyfans was your idea he agreed without hesitation. He will give you things before you even ask for them because you’re his baby and he loves you. Speaking of showing off, Aoi has the strength of a thousand suns and it’s no secret that he enjoys flaunting his power. That being said, the selling point of your Onlyfans account is obviously size kink. Aoi can fuck you in positions that are seemingly only possible in professional porn. Your man is an Adonis who can do anything. Nothing is off limits.

Your legs are hooked on the crook of Aoi’s arms as he bounces you up and down his thick member. Your hands grip the nape of his neck desperately. High pitched cries escape your lips with each slam of his cock. All you can do is hold on to your lover and take it. He sets the pace. You’re at mercy to his pleasure.

“Take it, babygirl. That’s it.” He growls.

He’s completely in the zone, staring at you like a frenzied Great White shark that just got a whiff of blood in the ocean. Without unsheathing you from his cock, he effortlessly flips you around and pressed your legs up until your ankles are kissing your ears, effectively folding you in half – all while still standing.

“Ready for the grand finale, baby?”

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.... -ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 ˊˎ˗

I have lots of mixed feelings on our dear Suguru. If he ever agreed to create an Onlyfans account with you, it would only be after lots and lots of thinking and rationalizing. He would take months to weigh the pros and cons before coming to a decision. You wouldn’t even be regular uploaders, to be honest. Your account is more of an “if we’re horny and feel like recording, then we’ll record” type of account.

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[f1amboyant]

I can't get the idea of Engineer Carlos AU out of my head. Can you tell me more about how hot and popular Carlos is? I imagine something like

there are actually many fan accounts created only for him lol there are those hit tiktok vids of him (like the one with 'hey my sexy lady Ferrari mechanic')

cameraman knows what he is doing and always delivers. Like during the race or red flag, cameraman likes to show Carlos

Carlos is effortlessly hot and he doesn't know how popular he is. He just smiles shyly when fans ask for a photo with him when he walks with Charles in the paddock. Charles is a bit possessive and silently glares at that poor fans lol i love jealous Charled

Also Carlos is gonna be the best strategist. Pls write some races that shows how genius Carlos is

And the angst like there is rumour about Red Bull offering Carlos doubled his current salary and Charles is afraid to ask Carlos about it

Yeah. Pls write something about this AU. I will take any crumbs. Hot engineer Carlos🔥

Hi there anon!

Thank you so much for asking about this AU (from this post). Engineer Carlos is so so dear to me. And we’ve been getting soooo muuuuuch content lately (the pics of him in the pit wall with headphones on just make me go feral 🔥).

You pretty much nailed it with all your ideas, that’s basically what I have in mind for this AU! But here are some of the ideas I have:

So, Carlos becomes Charles’ race engineer in 2021. The public doesn’t know about him, maybe some Spanish media talk about the son of Carlos Sainz Sr getting a more important role in the team, but in general Charles is the talk of the show (of course he is, he is the predestined.) So it’s almost a random thing when fans get the first pictures and videos of Carlos on the paddock with Charles and on the pit wall.

Fans start to notice. “Who is this hot man with Charles? New race engineer? Who is he? We need to know??”

It’s just really small glimpses at first but the fans get more and more curious each time.

Halfway through the season, there are multiple accounts dedicated to Carlos, scrounging the internet to know who he is and find as many pictures of him as possible. They compile every glimpses they get from the media on race weekend. They ask Ferrari admin to show more of the hot engineer “we love Charles but please we need to see more of this hot piece of cake, can we know who he is?”

The cameramen on the paddock slowly start to get the idea and we get more and more of Carlos. Plus, we hear their exchanges on the radio and omg are they… are they flirting on live television??? They work well together but is this banter?? Is this flirting?? Omg?? So yeah, fans go crazy for Carlos. Ferrari even capitalizes on it, using Carlos in the team challenges (there were several challenges in past years where the drivers paired with some guys from the team, so imagine the chaos it would be Charles and Carlos pairing against the other pair of driver and engineer). Fans go absolutely crazy for it. The fan accounts for Carlos are going insane.

Carlos is absolutely oblivious to all of this. Charles on the other hand sees all the fans thirsting over his race engineer and gets so so soooo jealous. Joris has to take away his phone so he can focus on the race weekend and so that Charles doesn’t comment on every picture of Carlos with something like ‘he’s my race engineer, back off!’ He gets more and more touchy with Carlos, always having an arm around his shoulders, clasping his hand and holding it far far longer than is necessary.

Carlos is oblivious to his own fame, but he’s still online. He has a secret account (shoutout to @tiramisufrappe for this particular idea) where he posts cute pictures of Charles, commenting on how cute and adorable he is, and just look at him he is the prettiest can you believe it. So yeah, Carlos is Charles' number one fangirl.

Of course, Carlos is also so so talented, especially with the race strategy. He goes against the team orders on multiple occasions, giving Charles a better strategy until at some point, they just let him do what he wants. I can imagine something like that:

“The team wants you to pit. Thoughts? Question?” “I… I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I can’t pass these guys and we’re going to lose and…” Charles is starting to raise his voice and get frustrated. “Charles,” Carlos remains calm and so so composed and his voice is sooooo soothing. “Tell me how you feel in the car. Do you have the pace?” “Yes.” “Can you maintain this pace?” “Yes.” “Okay then. The team wants you to box, I say you stay out. What do you want?” “I don’t know. I trust you, Carlos.” “Then stay out, stay out.” panning to Carlos’ face on live television and the rest of the pit wall looking baffled and repressing their anger (they cannot show it now but you can feel that it’s not going to be good for Carlos when this is over). They win the race.

And oh my god, the Red Bull offer is such a good idea!! The added drama. The thing is, no matter the salary, Carlos would never leave Charles. It’s his driver, if he’s going, Charles has to go with him. So he’s not even considering it. But Charles doesn’t know that and he gets all scared and angry and finally he kisses Carlos. “Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.” And that’s how they finally end up together!

Thank you so much for your question anon and I hope long answer is not too much 🫣 I have a lot of other WIPs to focus on first but I hope I can write engineer Carlos at some point because I love him so so much.

The question now: if Carlos is not a driver, then who is Charles’ teammate at Ferrari in 2021 and afterward?

Feel free to ask me more about this AU or other ideas. My ask box is open!

#ant answers anon asks #engineer carlos au

[ghostlykeyes]

Hii!! Can I request Aki, Kishibe, and Angel devil with a heavily modified s/o? I have a feeling these guys wouldn’t be intimidated by someone with a little more metal in their face and ink in their skin! It can be whatever piercings or tattoos you want! Feel free to get wild with it!

heavy mods are best for both video games and hot people, god bless

Really long so much of it is under the cut! 🖤

Aki

When it comes to aftercare, Aki isn't squeamish at all. He's completely willing to help you properly care for your new body modifications. He's ever-so-gentle as he dabs ointment on the new out-of-reach tattoo in the center of your back, light and thorough as he swabs your snake-bite piercing. (Yes, he knows you can probably take care of it yourself. Just hush and let him take the excuse to touch your lips.)

Aki loves to trace the lines of your tattoos while the two of you are cuddled up together. It's a soothing ritual--his fingers follow your warmth across the curves of your skin, and his stress and worry starts to melt away a little bit. Whenever you're snuggling on the couch watching a movie or eating dinner close together at the table, his fingers fall into the well-traced path he's mapped by your tattoos. Tracing your ink is often the last thing he does before the both of you drift off to sleep. He pulls you close as the darkness closes in, ghosting his fingers across your skin until your breath evens out and you settle into your dreams.

Whenever you go to get a new piercing or tattoo, Aki comes with. He stands next to you, clasping your hand comfortingly (if the artist doesn't boot him out of the room, of course). Squish his fingers as hard as you need to, if it helps you push through the pain--Aki never complains.

Even though he rarely buys anything, Aki likes to come along while you're shopping for new facial jewelry. He offers honest answers to all your questions: "I don't think I like that lip ring. The color doesn't look quite right." "You should get that industrial bar. It suits you." If you see a pair of standard lobe earrings you like, he'll buy you both a pair and match jewelry with you. (As long as it's nothing embarrassing. On you, the beetles made from rainbow beads look cute and endearing. If he tried to rock them, he'd feel like a clown.

Aki's favorite tattoos of yours are your floral pieces. He's drawn to their delicate beauty, and he thinks it's interesting to see how the natural world can be artistically preserved and interpreted.

When you suggest giving each other stick-n-pokes, Aki's hesitant. He's content with just his earrings, and he really doesn't want to mess up and leave a permanent horrible scribble stamped on your bicep. But when you tell him that you don't mind if it doesn't look the best, and you just want something to remember him by, he softens. He lets you print your name on the inside of his wrist. It's the only tattoo he ever gets. When he's poking yours, though, he doesn't let you see it until he's done. The two of you sit in companionable, comfortable silence while he quietly works the picture into your wrist. As soon as he's done, he gently, bashfully smiles up at you: "Do you like it?" He's tattooed a tiny cigarette with its smoke curling into a heart shape. Of course, you tell him you love it.

Aki keeps one of your stud piercings in his pocket while he's out on patrol. He wouldn't want to lose some of your favorite jewelry, so he picks out some that you wouldn't miss if it somehow fell out of his pocket. It comforts him to have a small piece of you with him, and he fidgets with it whenever his mind wanders back to you while he's working.

Kishibe

Kishibe completely understands the appeal of body modifications. He wanted to get more, himself, but getting an earring torn out in a devil fight put a damper on that. Regardless, he thinks the ones you have are damn sexy and he always hums in approval when you come home rocking a new piercing or some ink. The more the better!

If you want to annoy Kishibe, steal his earrings off the bedside table and wear them. He'll grumble at you that he needs those, since they're the only ones he has. If you really insist, though, he'll huff and let you wear them. Really, he doesn't mind when you wear his jewelry--he thinks it's kind of cute. But he's got a grumpy-hardass reputation to keep up, and he can't let you get away with everything scot-free. You'd rule his life even more than you already do.

If you ask where he got his piercings done, intending on getting a few piercings done there too, Kishibe just laughs. "Well, the one I woke up with after getting blackout one time, and the others I did myself...probably best to stick with your regular shop." Naturally, you can't ignore the fact that Kishibe just admitted to piercing his own ears. If you beg hard enough and give him those adorable puppy eyes that he tries hard (and fails) to be immune to, he'll begrudgingly agree to pierce something for you. He's most comfortable doing your ears, but if you insist on something like your hips or belly button he'll just shrug and tell you to lie down. He grumbles at you to lie still as he swabs the area with rubbing alcohol, but he pushes the sterilized sewing needle through so quickly and smoothly it's hard to believe he isn't a professional. "Don't forget to keep it clean," he tells you, looking his handiwork over. "I'll feel bad if you get it infected."

Kishibe loves the attention that your body modifications draw in public. He loves being seen with a cute young thing like you, holding your hand and being called your 'dear'. Your heavily-tattooed, pierced-up appearance just means that more people are looking at you two, noticing the grizzled devil hunter and his hot ass partner.

For your birthday, or any other special occasions, Kishibe pays for you to get another tattoo. If you ever protest, citing the cost, he just rolls his eyes. "What else do I spend my money on? Booze? Just go get somethin' that you like."

While he like them all, Kishibe's favorite tattoos of yours are the badass ones. Knives, katanas, skulls--if it's a little edgy (but not pretentious, of course) he loves it. He also has a fondness for traditional Japanese work and pinup girls. If you've got a full back of traditional Japanese tattoos, the kind that gets you mistaken for yakuza and frightens old people, consider Kishibe suitably impressed.

Whenever you're making out, Kishibe's tongue automatically finds tongue stud and lip ring decorating your mouth. He pays the jewelry special attention, pulling lightly on it with his teeth. Not enough to hurt, or dislodge anything--just enough to push a shiver down your spine.

Angel

Angel doesn't necessarily understand the process or reasons behind body modification. In his eyes, the pain doesn't line up with the payoff. Why undergo such a grueling process? That doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the aesthetics of your body modifications, though. He thinks each piercing and every tattoo has its own charm, and you'll often catch him fixating on one of your shoulder tattoos or nose piercings, his eyes following the swirls of ink or shine of metal.

Whenever you go to get a new tattoo or piercing, Angel comes with. He folds himself up in a chair in the corner, knees tucked comfortably to his chest, and rests his chin on his leg. He's intrigued by the way that touch intermingles with pain, and it fascinates him that humans will trust a complete stranger to hurt them if it means they get a new tattoo. He doesn't speak up from his spot in the corner, offers no words of encouragement or comfort--but his soothing presence helps you through the process anyway. If he notices you wince under the needle he'll tilt his head at you and send a kind look your way. And, of course, after every appointment he insists the two of you go out for ice cream. To aid your recovery, of course.

While the two of you are being lazy together, spending the afternoon with his head in your lap (with a thick blanket between you, of course), Angel loves to hear the stories behind your tattoos and piercings. Tell him all about the semicolon stamped on the inside of your wrist, or the shitty stick-n-poke you did yourself on a hot, bored summer afternoon, or about the orbital piercing you got while shit-faced at a house party. No matter the story, big or small, he loves to hear you talk about your body modifications. Knowing the backstory behind each one feels like something so special, so private, so intimate, like he gets to see the full picture of you while everyone else only sees the surface.

Sometimes, Angel picks up your jewelry and plays with it whenever you take it out. He likes to feel the subtle warmth leftover on the metal, transferring slowly into his palms. He can't feel you skin-to-skin, and this is a tiny way for him to at least feel something. He doesn't explain to you his reasoning, but you let him fidget with the jewelry anyway.

When you get a small pair of angel wings tattooed over your heart, and proudly show Angel, he double checks with you that the protective wrap over it is totally secure--then he reaches out and ghosts a hesitant hand just over the wings, so lightly that your angry nerves barely feel it. "So I remember my guardian angel is always watching over me," you tell him, and he smiles at you tenderly. "I like it," he says. He wishes more than anything that he could just lean in and kiss it.

Angel's favorite tattoos of yours are the cute, silly ones. He loves the spaceships, smiley faces, tiny frogs--anything that's fun and lighthearted. If you'd like another, more subtle tribute to him inked in your skin, a soft serve ice cream cone is the perfect choice! He thinks it's adorable.

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[lazybakerart]

What is Billy's initial reaction to being called cute the first time? He's used to sexy, desirable, hunky, etc. But not cute. No one has called him cute since he was a little kid.

Billy's just trying to rent Gremlins.

It's not even for him. It's for Max and Susan and the Every Tuesday Movie Night they keep pushing on him. Family bonding. Neil's out of the picture, but Billy's hanging around. Stuck on the sofa. Sporting a blown out chest and a limp, with an attitude Doc Owens calls there isn't even a cup for you, is there?

"I got something on my face, Harrington?" Billy snaps. Can feel Steve's big dumb eyes on him since he walked in and grabbed the first horror movie on the shelf he hasn't seen twenty times already.

Max loves this kind of shit. She got it from Susan.

Steve's propped up on the counter, kicking his size fourteens in the air while Buckley rings Billy up. She's smiling. She knows some shit Billy doesn't. There's an inside joke in the air and Billy wants to be outside before he feels the kick of the punchline.

"Just." Steve jumps down. Eyes narrowed. As good as any glare Billy earned full heartedly back in school. Things were a lot simpler then. Billy misses that kind of easy hate.

Steve leans his elbows on the counter, face crossing the border keeping customer and clerk separate for their own good.

"When did you get cute?" Steve says. "Like? What the hell? Right, Robin? Isn't he all - " Steve waggles his hand at Billy, " - Like, cute and shit now?"

Buckley considers him. "I mean - "

" - He's, like, cute." Steve doubles down because he's insane.

Billy drops his change, coins bounce and skitter on the floor. He spins on his heel and is outside, under the warm sunshine that no longer stings and feels like it's burning him anyways, glaring up at the sun.

Tuesdays are good days to come to Family Video. People are either at work or in school.

Billy's in charge of picking the movie for Movie Nights. All it took to get a family was for his to fuck off.

Billy shaved and nicked himself five times before coming here.

It's the only place he can manage to leave the trailer for without having a completely bonafide meltdown.

Cute. Billy's never gotten that one before. Hot. Trouble. A disgrace.

His face is on fire.

He might actually cry.

"Sorry. I didn't think you'd - at school you didn't - I don't know what I thought." Steve finishes, sighing. The door to Family Video rings closed behind him.

Steve's sneakers are covered in black ink doodles. Billy walks himself up to peaking at those big dumb eyes.

Steve holds out Gremlins and a Snickers bar.

"For your movie night." Steve tells him, shoving the both of them at Billy. Max has a big mouth. She probably told everyone Billy got choked up watching The Shining.

"You really think I'm cute?" Billy says. Can't not. He used to have a hair trigger. Now there's nothing separating him from the gun powder.

at school you didn't -

Billy would have lived for it. Would have howled and had Steve in the backseat of the camaro by lunch if that's what Steve's offering without Billy having to chase it out of him.

Except Billy's not that anymore. Doesn't even have his camaro if he wanted to.

Steve laughs, heat sitting pretty on his cheeks. He tucks his hair behind his ear. It's been months since Billy last called Steve anything other than Harrington.

"Is that weird?" Steve says.

"You're a freak, freak." Billy lets him know. He unwraps the Snickers and bites a chunk out of it. Pretty boy. Maybe he'll try next week. Camaro or not, he still wants to.

And Steve still has his beemer.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #replies #my stories #lets talk about billy and his chest scars yo #anyways if steve called billy cute he would cry he is a baby

[clavissionary-position]

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THIS BLOG IS 18+ minors/ageless blogs please dni TAGS ⨉ WARNINGS: spoilers for isaac, sebastian, and vlad . angst . sexual content . description of a panic attack and ptsd during one of the serious parts that gets resolved unrealistically . shameless crack during the non-serious parts . strangely wholesome in places . historical inaccuracies INSPO: the works of various writers in the fandom and how they write the suitors mentioned . the vampire-photoshoot episode of Wallflower (or at least I think that's what that episode was about. Haven't watched since I was 15) . this hauntingly sexy music video for all of my coffin-writing needs WORD COUNT: 3800+ READ ON AO3

✝ n a p o l e o n

one "You're not giving me much of a choice here, are you?" He says with brows cutely furrowed when you tell him about Comte (and Leonardo?)'s Weird Idea of the Day™. Those silly purebloods and their not knowing how else to pass eternity.

He's still recovering from their last scheme which ended with him and Jean having to fish several dozens of pairs of women's lingerie from the fountain at the Place de la Concorde. All while you were forced to explain to onlookers that there was, in fact, nothing to see except two soggy men in white shirts. Jean didn't appreciate the windfall from that, so he'd hidden behind the statue and posed for the pigeons until you apologized.

What a waste of perfectly good lingerie though, Napoleon laments, economically.

two From his window he can see several residents helping to carry large batches of gorgeous black roses, unique with their red under-sheen, into the mansion. Ah, but they would look so lovely paired with you, and with those earrings you wore when you first stumbled into the mansion.

Napoleon feels like he's lived a thousand lifetimes, but his memory is reserved for you. Just picturing you with the roses makes him heady. He looks at you watching the residents below, and you have no idea of the adoration in his eyes. He looks away the second you turn your head, and you both share a chuckle.

A couple of the more spirited residents, namely the individuals at the beginning of the alphabet, catch Napoleon spying on them and they in-turn offer him evil, laughing winks. Even Leonardo throws him a crooked salute as he strolls past with Lumiere wrapped around his neck.

Napoleon groans under his breath. Is there something about this photoshoot that nobody is telling him? Fine, then.

He shows you some teeth and spins you around to wrap his arms about your waist, whispering into your ear: "I hope you're prepared for EVERYTHING this will entail, nunuche."

He doesn't know what "everything" is, at all, but he will never pass-up an opportunity to tease you. This will be his revenge for your calling the attention of random Parisian bystanders to his wet nipples. Those are only ever meant for your gaze.

three Secretly he's nervous. Posing for grand portraits is one thing, but photography is something he only knows of from chats with Sebas and half-heard conversations during his security gigs. Lately amongst the nobility there has been much talk of George Eastman's Kodak Company, and while Napoleon would be lying if he said his curiosity wasn't piqued, he has no idea what to expect or how to prepare even. Maybe Isaac can offer some insight?

Napoleon's uncertainty is only made worse however when he learns that Comte has sent you off to procure even more roses for this photoshoot. Which means you'll be spending some time with a certain florist. Napoleon recalls telling you that he's never had reason to be jealous before he met you. He's never experienced the kind of love he has for you, but unfortunately something so wonderful comes with its host of thorns.

He manages to keep his jealousy―which isn't any better or worse than what most people in his shoes might experience―well under-control, especially for fear that it might turn into something ugly and scare you away. But whenever you're with Vlad, something just itches him the wrong way.

He trusts you though, so he bites down on his worries and focuses on the photoshoot. At least Sebas will be there to distract him. He fries up a batch of karaage before bathing and getting into costume.

four Lining an entire coffin in roses is a bit extravagant for his (personal) tastes (as he will spare no extravagance for you). But people really like this sort of thing? He can't say he completely understands, but to each their own. If you're into it, then he'll learn to be into it too. Rather, if you're into it, it would be impossible for him not to be. Though it really seems like something better-suited for Vlad or Shakespeare. Napoleon doesn't have the vocabulary for "spooky goth bois", but he's able to articulate his point to you later just fine.

five The roses are kind of uncomfortable. Is he going to have to clean all these up afterwards, or…? Seems unfair since it wasn't his idea to do this in the first place. But he's not about to dump this work on Sebas. He'll have to see if Jean is available later to help. (spoiler: Jean is eating marorons backstage)

six Sebas has photography duty. He's enjoying this. Very. Much. He knows exactly how to pose Napoleon for max キュン points. That angle that requires him to hover above the coffin, above Napoleon? Heart-pounding and insane. He doesn't know if he's mentally cataloguing the way the light bounces off Napoleon's lips for posterity or for himself or both or―

But while he issues his instructions (and occasionally administers them himself) with pure professionalism, he's definitely six seconds away from stroking-out at any given moment. I most certainly thought I was used to Napoleon's exposed chest by now, he scribbles into his diary while biting his other fist.

seven Okay, the roses are really irritating Napoleon's backside now. Maybe if he reduces the amount of surface area he exposes to them… Nope, it's even worse when he's on his side. Now he's partially smothered in roses. Sebastian tells him to get up. He can't. He's stuck. Fuck.

eight When is this photoshoot supposed to end again? Exuding sex-appeal is usually somewhat of a default state for him, but if he has to consciously think about it then he's at a complete loss. He prefers loss when its him getting lost in seducing you. When he gets to the state of mind where he doesn't even see it as seduction, but a serenading with his entire being, that's the kind of domestic bliss that he'd gladly surrender himself to over and over again.

nine When you finally come back from shopping, Napoleon finds himself struck by just how lovely you look struggling to hold what looks like a thousand roses in your arms. Before he can stop himself, he's climbing up out of the coffin and taking you in his arms for a whirlwind kiss. The roses fall to your feet as he bends you backwards. The lighting is perfect.

ten Sebastian enthusiastically uses up the rest of the roll trying to capture one of the top ten most beautiful sights he has ever seen. Unfortunately this means that the sight of Leonardo using a trampoline when he thought he was alone in the mansion has been bumped from the list.

✝ i s a a c

one If he's being perfectly honest with himself, you and he have engaged in far stranger activities than canoodling in a coffin bursting with roses. As well he feels it's terribly exploitative of Comte to be throwing you in here with him. What if he suddenly gets hungry and the lid closes on you both? That blood would be on Isaac's hands, but definitely also Comte (and Leonardo?)'s.

They prepared a full, 3 by 1 meter table of sandwiches for breaks? Sandwiches made by you? Oh his sweet little British heart is positively over the celestial orb known as the moon. Now he wants to bite you from the unbearable happiness alone.

two The question on the back of his mind (and occasionally slipped out between his breathlessly-kissing lips) is where did this coffin materialize from?

Was there a dead person in here before? (Because that certainly well changes things!)

This quantity of roses must have been expensive to procure: is Comte okay?

Is he really hearing Dazai's whimsical laughter from the nearby darkness or has he just been conditioned to hear it forever and ever and ever?

Does it bother you that his feet don't reach the bottom of the coffin because he's so short? (You assure him that is hardly the case while feeding sandwiches into his blushing mouth-hole)

three Unlike Napoleon above, Isaac is extremely familiar with modern 19th-century cameras. In fact he's the one who built the one being used for the photoshoot. He'd not an inkling at the time that it would be purposed for such frivolous activity, but he supposes that he doesn't mind so long as the camera is returned to him without issue. He needs it so he can upgrade it to a model that can capture the stars and your heavenly body. By the Gods did he just say that last part out loud.

four

By the Gods, Dazai is the photographer.

Isaac doesn't need to dig through to the bottom of the coffin to know what the entire flooring is layered with.

"I hate you," Isaac mouths to him as you dab sandwich-residue from his expression twisted in rage.

Dazai clicks the shutter with glee. "Did you know that every single one of your students ordered a copy of these bromides? I sold out within minutes."

"YOU DID WHAT?" (screamed at 126 decibels while covering your ears)

src x

five Dazai, seemingly unfazed by potential loss-of-hearing, proceeds to call you by the wrong name as he redirects you to mount Isaac while placing your hands on his bare chest.

"Now use your mouth to feed this into his mouth."

"Feed what?"

"This."

"Right, but what's 'this'?"

Dazai laughs and toggles a switch on the camera to prepare for shooting. "I'm not allowed to say the word or I risk even more hearing loss."

six Comte stops by to see how things are going. He is saddened by the gross under-utilization of the roses after he went through all that trouble to procure them from Vlad (it was actually quite easy but Vlad issued him an ominous warning about collecting interest at a later date and Faust immediately smiled really, really big).

Isaac gives Comte the wide-eyed, pleading, "help me"-stare. Comte misinterprets the stare as Isaac having accidentally soiled himself. He panics. This is why he signed up for adult-children and not children-children. "L-LEONARDOOOOOO!" he wails as he trips over a crate of forbidden fruit on his way out.

Isaac looks at you as he thumbs a breadcrumb from your lower lip and then suckles on said-thumb. "I don't know why he's getting Leonardo. Surely he could have asked Dazai to leave himself."

"What's that? You want me to join you inside the coffin?"

seven Dazai has somehow convinced Isaac to act out CPR on you in a sensual way "for his adoring fans in academia". He stops you two halfway to suggest you stop laying there like a corpse and use the roses to weave a flower crown around Isaac's head. Overall it's an incredible and aesthetic art direction, ruined only by the fact that Isaac never learned proper CPR technique, so he spends the entire time trying to suck your lips through his teeth while drumming on your chest.

Weirdly this turns you on. And when you clench your thighs around Isaac's sides, his dick does a somersault so olympic in nature that a squeal rips out of his throat.

Dazai pretends to confuse it for a hiccup and uses a pair of salad tongs to pass him a cup of forbidden fruit juice.

Isaac slaps it away, reaches up to shut the coffin door, opens it again to hang a necktie between the crack, shuts it again, and then proceeds to ravage you in the dark of roses.

eight Isaac's bromides are a hit at the university. If the students are crazy over them, the staff positively lose their marbles.

Normally this is the kind of scandalous affair an esteemed professor loses his job over. And technically Isaac does lose his job, for all of about two minutes, and in a manner unbeknownst to him, because just moments after the decision is made Dazai slips in through the window, weaves a fanciful tale about how the man pictured in the bromides is a look-a-like, and then loses half his kimono in his escape-sequence.

At least 15 different students ask Dazai when his bromides will be released (Atelier/note: methinks it will be with the Jean and Mozart rose x coffin gacha).

nine There's only a handful of people more enthused by the camera that could produce such quality photographs than in the disgraceful photographs themselves. These are the people whose company Isaac seeks out. Rather, they find him and (respectfully) hound him with questions. He is delighted to explain his plans for the next prototype and bounce ideas off his colleagues.

Yes, there are one or two vultures among this group of people, hoping to profit off Isaac's work. Isaac suspects as much and he tests them posing a question about how they would overcome a particular design challenge. They flounder for a satisfactory answer, but Isaac surprises them by asking simpler questions to help them work up to the correct answer themselves. He wants to instill in them the joy of problem-solving on your own. It's a risk, he knows, but he doesn't want to go back to living the cloistered, miserable life he had before he met you.

ten Dazai sells-out a second volume of bromides, and you wonder if Comte and Leonardo truly had something to do with this scheme, or if they're just quietly profiting off their own investments.

✝ s e b a s t i a n

one His roses are an unusual color, not seen in nature. But it's simple enough to dye white roses in preparation for the photoshoot.

You and Akihiko and Lotte spend a peaceful afternoon in the garden, taking turns feeding each other cucumber sandwiches while working on the roses at a leisurely pace. He patiently instructs you and illuminates you with his breadth of knowledge. Unlike his usual demeanor when you two are on the clock, his whispers in your ear are gentle and subtly-bladed with desire. Each petal that comes between your fingertips becomes something forbidden and decadent.

Such an idyllic sight it is from a distance that Mozart serenades you three through his open window as Comte and Leonardo fondly look on from their smoker's-only balcony. And then Shakespeare randomly skips past with a water-drenched Theo on his heel. Fun times are had by all.

two Then night falls and your nether parts are ill-prepared for just how sexy Akihiko looks laying on a bed of roses, his entire focus solely on you, trailing his gaze from your eyes down to your parted lips, further still to the pulse throbbing inside the delicate casing of your beautiful neck. You two are both keenly aware of the other's breathing as it slows together into a languid sigh between a heated, all-consuming kiss.

three "Hello, Sebastian," says Faust, presumably having come to collect Vlad's interest.

"NO!" Akihiko shouts as he closes the coffin lid on the both of you.

All you can hear in the sudden, cool dark is the rustle of petals and Akihiko's clamoring heart fighting with the storm within your own chest. But you two are safe in each other's embrace.

Faust knocks on the coffin door and his voice comes through muffled. "I'm kidding. I'm here to pick-up the old man."

"Oh!" You suddenly remember. "He's probably in the Pureblood Nursery with Leonardo!"

The atmosphere immediately changes. You and Akihiko overlap hands and push the coffin door open together.

Faust smiles down at you with shark-teeth. "Just kidding, I'm your photographer."

four "Permission to challenge fate by declining your generous offer," Akihiko replies in monotone. You don't know how your man does it, but the coffin is now somehow half a meter away from Faust. You can't make-out Faust's expression (though you can imagine the evilness that must be soaking through his skull), because Akihiko has firmly placed his body in your line-of sight.

You're just as worried as Akihiko is by this turn of events, but you're also suddenly so desperately taken by the sculpted lines of his back muscles, poking through the semi-sheer fabric of his costume shirt. It takes a moment too long for you to tear your gaze away or to avoid tracing those beautiful lines with the feathery petals of one of the roses.

To make matters worse, Akihiko happens to look over his shoulder and catch you thirsting for him.

five We'll continue this later, Akihiko mouths to you as a glint of unbridled desire passes over the eye that you can see. The rest of him is beautifully-haloed in the studio lights.

Faust drops his boot down on the edge of the coffin right in front of your face. "Is that so?" The glare of the studio lighting renders his eyes indiscernible behind his glasses.

"It IS so!" You kick Faust's boot away and then close the coffin door on you and Akihiko once more.

Once you're in the dark, you wrap your arms around him and breathe in his gentle, clean scent. The scent of a man who launders like it's his job. Because it is.

"I'm sorry―" Akihiko begins, but you cut him off with a finger to his lips. Or to his nose first, because you're behind him and you overshoot. Then you feel teeth on the pad of your finger as he gives you a love-bite. "I was told we would be having a guest photographer, but I'd have never thought in a million years that Comte would collude with that oaf."

six "This oaf is tired." Faust lays down on top of the coffin and plays with Mephie on his belly as he waits for you two to open it again. This of course is a catch-22. How can you open the coffin if he's on it, and so on. The obvious answer is if he gets off the coffin of his own volition.

Or if Mozart tackles him (Atelier's/Note: I'm going off the version of Mozart in the Ikevamp Stageplay that knows parkour and hand-to-hand-combat).

Akihiko doesn't know what's going on, exactly. He can make some assumptions based on the type of impact (definitely sounds like someone large was just suplex-ed into the catering, possibly by someone smaller in size), the shouting (lots of colorful German), the tiny screeching (he's not entirely sure they belong to Mephie), and the sudden lack of piano music. He almost doesn't want to open the lid to check, especially now that you've got your hand in his pants.

Yes, yes, whatever is going on outside the sanctuary of this coffin can wait. He rolls around, knocking his elbows against the sides of the coffin in the process and activating the human tragedy known as the funny-bone. 'Tis but a trifling matter. He presses feverish kisses into your lips and all along the side of your neck. The roses interfere more than they enhance the mood, and their scent is too synthetic after the dye-job, but he thinks of none of that. His thoughts are of you and you only.

seven Mozart rips the coffin door open, seemingly having won the scuffle with Faust somehow. His eyes widen at the sight and he quickly closes the lid and backs away, tripping over a crate of forbidden fruit that someone has carelessly left behind.

"Use a tie next time," Mozart tells Sebastian later. "Onegai, Sebas," he adds in Japanese for some reason.

Back in the present, Faust collects himself from the wreckage of the overturned catering table. A thin trickle of blood trails from his lips, a sight that some may find disastrously sexy, and so the author has chosen to include this detail. He grabs Mephie and leaves the studio, presumably to plot his revenge against the composer. Or to visit the Pureblood Nursery and fetch Vlad, because that really hadn't been a lie.

Back in the coffin, Akihiko has become all hands as he roves every curve and point on you with butler-precision. Some part of him acknowledges that the danger outside has passed, but the mood inside the coffin is far past the point of no return. This man is grateful to be alive. If only he hadn't accidentally switched diaries with Jean earlier that week, because he has so, so much to detail about the endless joy you bring him.

eight In the absence of the photographer, you end up being the one photographing Akihiko. After a shower and insistence from Comte that his mansion calendar cannot be completed otherwise.

Akihiko wouldn't have it any other way. You're the one who knows him best. He wants to be photographed the way your beautiful gaze beholds him. This is just one of countless ways you keep his heart beating.

Indeed, he doesn't take his eyes off you for a moment as you position yourself to take a photo from above. He wants to latch onto your reaching hand and pull you in all over again. But he stays his ardor and lets you fuss with his bangs, adjust his open shirt with a languid touch, and he lets your splayed palm linger on his warm chest.

Akihiko knows you want him to touch you again. Instead he smiles in a way that rivals Napoleon's cocky grin. "I'll ask you to recall that we're still on the clock."

nine Akihiko finds you in his room some time later, pouting and gloomy. At first he wonders if he's done something wrong, but when his mind comes up blank, he finally notices the developed photographs spread across his bedding.

He almost doesn't recognize himself in them.

"Don't laugh?" You hold one of the photographs up, staring at it so intently that Akihiko wonders if you aren't into mixophilia. "I know how it sounds, but I want to keep all of these to myself. I don't want to share them with a soul. They're too sexy!"

This is prime-opportunity for a flick to the forehead.

Instead, Akihiko sits down beside you and pulls you into a hug. He brings his lips to your ear and flicks the top with his tongue. "How sexy exactly?" He pulls you tighter the more you writhe.

"So sexy that I could…"

"Mhmm?" He doesn't want to embarrass you quite yet by pulling away to see the look on your face. He contents himself for the time-being with tracing the lines of your back. A vivid memory jumps to mind, from the day of the photoshoot, when he happened to catch the way the studio lights accentuated the shape of your lovely back. He'd stopped himself then. He's not so sure he can stop himself now.

ten Akihiko's photos are a hit with the residents. Leonardo wants multiple copies. Comte orders one more than Leonardo for weird rivalry reasons. Isaac wonders how Dazai has managed to turn Comte's own idea into a profitable business for himself.

Jean, however, is frowning as he looks the photos over. "Does nobody else see it?"

Arthur peeks over his shoulder. "See what?"

"The demon."

Vincent laughs awkwardly. "Wh… what do you mean by demon?"

Jean places each photo on the dining table and then goes through them sequentially, pointing to one spot each time. The top-left corner of the coffin on this one, the bottom-right on that one. It goes on and on.

Comte frowns. "This is disturbing."

Akihiko sighs in defeat. "It is. Mephie photo-bombed every single one." Then he pauses and casts you a meaningful smile. "Looks like we need to revisit the coffin again."

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[skyler10fic]

To Have and to Hold: Ch. 7 Captured

By Skyler10

Summary: Honeymoon destination revealed, Bobbi and Hunter come back into the picture ;) (pun intended), and Daisy and Carol stretch that Mature-for-sexy-times rating after some dressing and undressing.

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Spring indulged the city with a sneak preview of its glory with a sunny, warm week to end March. All knew that it wasn’t here to stay just quite yet, but it was coming in full soon, a promise, a kiss of days approaching. 

For the past rainy week, Carol had dedicated her free time to honeymoon planning. She knew they wanted something relaxing, beachy, and new to both of them. After her talk with Daisy about making more decisions regarding the wedding, though, she was careful not to lean too hard on Daisy to make the final call. She clicked through search results for LGBTQ-friendly honeymoon destinations. There was no point in looking at islands that didn’t want them there in the first place. Every destination listed in Europe looked gorgeous but far away. Within the US, Hawaii seemed ideal but also far in the other direction. Miami seemed within their budget and fun, but not as relaxing. And hot and humid. They needed something farther north. 

One website offered just the thing: Pegasus Resort on Cape Cod, especially run by and for LGBTQ couples. They would take a ferry boat ride to and from the cape. Besides planning their activities, all she would have to do is book their flights and hotels. And a dinner for the resort’s upscale restaurant, of course. The other restaurants were more casual, and Provincetown had more options, but a special romantic dinner was basically a requirement for their honeymoon.  

Carol heard Daisy come in from her yoga class and called to her. “Hey! How was yoga?” 

“Hi. Good.” Daisy walked into the dining area where Carol was sitting at the table with her laptop and snacks. She leaned down to peck a kiss to Carol’s cheek. 

“I’ve got a honeymoon plan ready if you want to hear it?”  

“Ooo honeymoon? Uh, yes, obviously.” Daisy scooted one of the other chairs next to Carol’s so she could see the screen and took a few grapes from the snack plate. 

Carol took her through the Pegasus Resort website, photos of the area, and a few ideas of things to do. 

“And best of all, it fits the budget.” 

Daisy’s eyes widened. “For real? Babe, I’m so impressed. I’ve never been to Cape Cod.” 

“Me either! It’s not set in stone yet, so if you want to change anything, we can, but if not, I’m going to get it booked.” Carol’s mouse hovered over the Book Now button. 

Daisy bounced in excitement. “Yes, book it! While it’s still miraculously affordable.”  

Carol set to work filling out the information. Daisy weighed in when necessary, and soon enough, they had all the transportation and accommodation confirmation emails in their inboxes. 

Carol relaxed into her chair. “Whew, it feels good to have that done.” 

Daisy stood and reminded her, “Next up, our appointment with Bobbi and Hunter to talk about decorations and photos. We have about half an hour.” 

“Half an hour, huh?” Carol let her eyes linger over Daisy’s sports bra, bare midriff, and form-fitting yoga pants. 

“Unh-uh,” Daisy shut down her line of thinking. “I have to actually shower and get ready, and that is not enough time. Tonight. After.”

Carol stood and kissed Daisy with a promise on her lips. “Tonight it is.”

Daisy smiled against her and pulled away reluctantly. The clock was ticking and they couldn’t miss this crucial appointment.  

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When Daisy and Carol arrived at the cottage and half-acre grounds that now served as Bobbi and Hunter’s office, they learned Hunter was out shooting some B-roll for another wedding video, but Bobbi was ready for action. She had only been in the business a few years, hence her availability so soon to their date, but she already had a system for each element: decoration packages, florists she worked with, photoshoot options… she even had suggestions based on their colors. She may not have had a long resume in the business, but she certainly had the skills, style, and strategy to be a rising star within it. 

Daisy lit up at Bobbi’s guidance and competence. Carol still didn’t know the difference between a dahlia and a peony, but seeing Daisy happy was all that mattered to her. Being out of her element didn’t help with her resolution to be a more active participant, however, so she relied on Bobbi’s photos for visual references. 

After hours of decoration options and floral arrangement talk, Bobbi sent them outside to walk around the grounds for a break. Bobbi said it would help her get a sense for how they interacted naturally. She’d be nearby if they needed anything, and she would shoot a few practice candids but not close enough to hear them talk. 

The spring breeze was still chilly enough for them to wear their leather jackets (brown and relaxed fit for Carol, black and stylishly cut for Daisy), but the fresh air helped them unwind. They made their way down a dirt path to a pond lined with willows. Carol slipped her hand into Daisy’s as they walked and tried not to be self-conscious that Bobbi was watching them. 

“So,” Daisy began as they reached the pond, “what are you thinking of all this? You’ve been quiet.” 

“Right now,” Carol stalled, “I’m thinking about how your hand fits in mine and how beautiful this all is. If we weren’t already here to plan our wedding, I might propose.” She leaned in toward Daisy and winked. 

Daisy smiled but didn’t let her off the hook that easily. “And what about in there?” She tilted her head toward the cottage. “I know this isn’t really your thing, but I want you to be happy with it too.” 

Carol tried to put some of the terms together correctly. “I think the corsage ideas are exactly what your mom, grandma, and Aunt Wendy and Victoria would all wear, which is a wide range of personalities, so that’s something. And the… mmm… hanging things for the chapel walls? Also good. How about you?” 

“Yeah, for sure.” Daisy squinted against the sun as she looked out to the pond. “I’m honestly not sure we need decorations for the aisle. The chapel is so small, you know? I also wanted to ask you first, before Bobbi brings it up, what do you think about a unity candle in the ceremony? Or something like that?” 

“Unity candle? I don’t know. Tell me more.” Carol furrowed her brow and tuned in. The flowers and ribbons and table centerpieces were one thing, but ceremony symbolism and meaning-laden rituals were another. 

Daisy let go of Carol’s hand and held up two imaginary candlesticks. “Okay, so we’d each have our own candles lit before the ceremony, or we can light them, but the point is we would use them together at the same time to light a bigger middle candle. The important part to me is that we don’t blow out the individual candles.” 

“Ah. Right!” Carol followed the metaphor. “So we’re still individual people, but also we’re a couple. And getting married doesn’t change that we’re each our own person.”

“Exactly.” Daisy shrugged. “If you want to. If that’s too cliche or cheesy, we don’t have to, though.” 

“No, no, I like it. So Bobbi’s going to ask us to pick out candles then, right? Because I have to be honest, I haven’t given much thought to wax color and consistency or height or whatever.” 

Daisy smiled and slipped her arms around Carol’s waist. “I don’t think we need to stress about it too much. They are pretty basic and I have one or two in mind.”

“Thank you.” Carol leaned in and kissed Daisy sweetly. “And the candle is accurate because you light me up.” 

Daisy pulled back but kept her arms firmly around Carol. “The fire-themed puns are already starting?” 

“Well, you do set my heart aflame,” Carol explained. 

“Here we go,” Daisy sighed. 

“One, this was your idea, and two, you are the light of my life. You might even say my love burns for you.”   

“Done?”  

“For now, yes. For the rest of our lives? Just getting started.” Carol assured. 

Daisy rolled her eyes and kissed her. When they parted, she shook her head. “Now you’ve got me thinking of them too.” 

“Yes! I want to hear it!” 

Daisy dropped into a sultry voice. “Babe, you’re the hottest thing since fire was discovered.” 

Carol tried not to laugh. “Okay, we’ll work on it, but a solid start. A+ for the sexy tone, though.”

“Thank you,” Daisy said proudly and then noticed the sun was lowering in the sky. “We should wrap this up. But I haven’t forgotten about tonight.”

“Me either.” Carol winked. 

They walked back to the cottage to finish their appointment with Bobbi and discuss photo poses and locations. Bobbi showed them the practice shots she had taken of their break, and they scheduled some photos of the two of them in normal clothes and some in their gowns. 

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On Sunday afternoon, picking outfits for the photoshoot (besides the wedding gowns, of course) led to a full circle moment. As Daisy sat on the bed looking at makeup pro tips and couple posing ideas, Carol put on her deep red jumpsuit and black blazer that looked like the one she had tried on in white at the bridal shop. 

“How about this?” she asked to get Daisy’s attention. Daisy looked up from her computer and took in Carol’s outfit. 

“Yes, please.” She didn’t hide her lingering gaze. “I know exactly what I would wear with that one too.” 

“Yeah?” Carol stepped in front of the closet door mirror, which was long enough to reflect the whole outfit.

Daisy set her laptop on the bedside table and walked up behind Carol. “Three words. Little. Black. Dress.” 

Carol’s eyes met hers in the mirror. “But which one?” 

“My turn to try on.” She closed the closet door behind her so it would be a surprise until she had it on. When she opened it, Carol was sitting on the side of the bed, idly scrolling through the poses Daisy had left open on her computer. 

“How’s this?” Daisy asked, one hand on her hip with the other gesturing down the dress. Carol’s eyes followed her hand and continued down Daisy’s strong legs. Daisy had added heels for maximum effect, highlighting her calves. 

Carol walked over and stood beside her in the mirror. “Very sexy. Look at that power couple. Damn.” 

Daisy turned and pulled Carol in by the hips for a surprise kiss and then backed away just as quickly. “Okay, we have to pick out the casual outfits before I jump you for real.” 

“We have time for both,” Carol pointed out and took off the blazer. She hung it on the hanger and then took off her jumpsuit. “Your choice. I can put on my shirt or not.” 

“Stop,” Daisy whined. “You know I’m highly distractable. Shirt on first, I find something that looks good with it, and then I take it off. In that order.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Carol winked. She decided to speed up the process by walking into the closet and picking out a navy and lavender plaid button-up for herself and a blouse in a matching lavender top for Daisy. “I figured out we have these weeks ago and thought they might be good.” 

“Our wedding colors! Wow, these colors really are us.” 

Carol handed her the blouse. “And I figured we’d just wear jeans with them.” 

Daisy took off her black dress and heels and put on the blouse. She passed Carol and picked out a pair of jeans from the closet. “Hmm, these.” 

They were not her most comfy jeans for everyday wear, but they complemented her form in the right ways for a photoshoot. Carol picked a similar pair for herself. 

When they were dressed, they stood in the mirror together again. 

“What do you think?” Daisy asked.

“I think this is it.” Carol flattened her collar. Daisy turned to check out how her outfit looked from the back, and Carol wet her lips. “God, those jeans were made for your butt. I’m always both jealous and turned on when you wear those. It’s very confusing.”

Daisy laughed. “Like you can talk.” She swiftly squeezed Carol’s round bum in her tight jeans. 

“Hey!” Carol laughed. “Okay. That’s a casual outfit, a dressy outfit, and our wedding dresses. That’s enough, right? We still have two hours until we’re meeting Elena and Mack for dinner and to talk about the ceremony.”

“Yep,” Daisy popped the p. She grabbed a small black gym bag with rainbow handles they had gotten free at Pride but hadn’t used. “Anything we need for the photoshoot can go in here, and we can hang the other clothes in the garment bags with the bridal gowns.”

“Good plan.” Carol took the bag from Daisy and dropped it near the foot of the bed. “Okay, that’s enough dressing. Time for undressing.” 

Daisy kissed her and, as promised, unbuttoned her shirt until it was free. Carol took it and her undershirt off, and Daisy stripped off her own blouse and paused to kiss her again. She pulled away to hang the shirts on hangers so they wouldn’t wrinkle. Impatient, Carol wrapped her arms around Daisy from behind and unbuttoned her jeans while she was hanging the shirts. Daisy grinded back against her in retaliation, and Carol kissed her neck. 

“You know,” Daisy said, turning to unbutton Carol’s jeans in return. “This would go faster if we did one thing at a time.” 

“Okay.” Carol took off her jeans, laid them out on the bed, and stuck out her bum as she leaned over the bed and slowly and deliberately rolled them into a tight, neat log. She raised an eyebrow at Daisy, who was staring with her own jeans around her ankles. 

“Point made.” Daisy rolled up her jeans quickly and stuck both pairs in the bag. “We can worry about shoes later.” 

“Exactly.” Carol led her to the bed and in seconds, they were entangled, with hands tugging at undergarments and lips meeting again and again and thighs slotting naturally between each other. 

Daisy had an odd thought cross her mind that she was grateful to not only be born in an era and culture where they didn’t have to hide their relationship and could be married but also one in which they didn’t have to wait until marriage to have this. Not that it had ever been particularly accepted for queer couples to marry as long as they refrained from premarital sex, but it was more that she was relieved that figuring out sex wasn’t part of their wedding stress. Getting married had plenty of complications and emotions attached without that element. 

“What are you thinking about?” Carol asked as she saw the pensive expression on Daisy’s face. Carol stroked up and down Daisy’s side, and Daisy’s expression softened. 

“Just that I’m so glad we don’t have to figure this part out on our wedding night.” 

Carol involuntarily let out a little laugh and then agreed. “We would not have made it this long if we were supposed to wait.” 

“True, but can you imagine having to worry about not even knowing what to do and having our first time after all of this? Months of planning and scheduling vendors and life commitment, then to also be like sooo how does sex work anyway?” Daisy ran her fingers up Carol’s stomach to her breast and teased her nipple in emphasis. 

“That is way too much pressure for a honeymoon.” Carol rolled on top of Daisy and teased her inner thighs before working in to her warm, wet core. “Knowing every part of you, years of memorizing every sigh and gasp and moan… that’s what our honeymoon is going to be, and I wouldn’t trade one messy, imperfect night of all the time it took learning each other.”

Daisy bucked her hips into Carol’s touch and let out one of those moans. “Fuck, yes. Mmmn!” 

It hadn’t always been sexy to learn what they liked in sex, and they still tried new positions and toys on occasion that might or might not be for them, but their “Is this normal? How do we even do this?” days were worked out in college, during dates that turned into sleepovers and late nights studying for anatomy exams turned “studying” each other’s anatomy, so to speak. They had been young and awkward and new to it all together, and they found through experience what online advice in sapphic sex articles worked and didn’t for them. Now, as an established couple about to be married, they hardly had to think anymore about what to do with their hands, getting twisted up in the sheets, or being embarrassed or self-conscious about their bodies. Their legs and arms and lips and tongues seemed to just simply fit, as if they were made to be intertwined in lovemaking. But every movement and muscle memory was from years of vulnerable communication, awareness, and practice bringing them higher and higher out of the awkwardness of inexperience into the ecstasy of expertise. 

The wisdom from experience helped Carol time Daisy’s orgasm just so she was desperate but not frustrated. And it helped Daisy know when to reach for one of their vibrators, and which one, when Carol needed more to finally crest over the edge of pleasure. After Carol came, they kissed deeply, letting their tongues play, as the vibe still buzzed beside them. Daisy retrieved it and placed it between them, aligning with Carol’s folds so it was securely held against them both. She knew by now exactly where to put it and how to keep it there with their position.

“That took practice, for example,” Daisy panted. 

“It did, mmmhmm,” Carol agreed, turning it into a moan of pleasure.

Daisy did have to adjust it as her hips bucked, but they ended up coming together nearly at the same time, a rare feat, providing further emphasis that the work they had put in over the years was well worth every awkward, weird, imperfect moment it took to get there. 

—--------------- 

That night, as Carol was in the shower, Daisy had an idea of what her wedding gift to her would be. She searched her favorite wedding websites for the new-to-her term: boudoir photography.  She’d seen packages on Bobbi’s website, and looking into it, she thought Carol would appreciate it. It was a bit challenging to find pose ideas for brides that didn’t seem porny or made for the male gaze, but she could do the solo ones herself, and then if Carol was interested in some together, they could finish the shoot after the wedding with some creativity and adapting.

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Health Rant: Neurolens

What in the heck is a Neurolens? Well, I will tell you. Oh, and this is a friendly reminder to schedule your annual eye exam at your local optometrist today! 

Background:

Let’s start with my bias/background. So I have always had good healthcare growing up, my dad worked very hard to make that a reality. I am in a partnership and we have healthcare together. Vision, Dental, and Health. It is an expensive thing to have, I have learned as an adult. The last couple of years has seen a lot happening on the health front, and in dealing with IVF stuff it was easy to forget about Vision. The last time I had my eyes checked, was at least 3 years ago. Well, my partner mentioned they wanted to cut VSP as we were not using it much and told me to get my eyes checked. 

I wear glasses and boy do I look good in them. (Think sexy librarian). I believe last time I got the prescription done at Brea Optometry and processed the glasses at Costco Vision Center. And I have not been keeping up with my annual eye exam. I use my glasses for eye strain from migraines, night driving, and computer/reading stuff. 

So I got my eyes checked out, this is a weird thing to notice but in getting my exam done-I used all the machines in the testing room! I honestly thought that my left eye was worse than my right, and it turns out I had that backwards. My optometrist mentioned a new kind of lens that neurologist paired up with optometrist to make: Neurolens. First, why would I (or anyone suffering with migraines/headaches), need this? My eyes want to veer left/right vs being straight ahead, my mind forces them straight ahead. When my eyes overwork trying to be “normal” the strain is felt along the jaw or neck muscles, because in the human body-everything is connected. I myself usually have a small to large pain scale migraine daily-I suffer from Chronic Non-Nauseating Migraines- since I was in my preteen years. 

The Neurolens will bring the information to my eyes, compared to my eyes working to find the information I am looking at. Less strain, in theory, is less pain. Less pain, well, that is probably self explanatory. While I have lived with pain long enough to do so with professional ease, a bit of a break would be heavenly. It’s probably a strange thing to be afraid of, but I do a lot and deal with a lot of pain while I am it-and worry that I won’t be able to finish my duties. Or that I will push myself too far and I won’t be able to drive the one time a month I can’t drive through the pain to take myself to urgent care. 

Anyways, so I bit the expensive bullet and decided to try blue light (good for glare from computers), transition, and neurolens glasses for just under $1000. My partner is somewhat ok with this and wants me to save this for tax purposes later when we do our 2023 taxes in 2024. The Neurolens was 80% of the cost of the whole glasses, my optometrist said that only about 1,000 offices offer it-which just in OC alone there could be 1,000 optometry offices. The number seems high, but not in the bigger picture. 

I gotta tell you though, I feel hella bad about it. I will get my money back and more in daily use-especially if I am not getting new glasses every year but like every couple of years. But man, I feel bad. Like to a certain degree, it is not my fault my mom did a spinal tap on me when I was a preteen and triggered migraines that run on her side of the family. But damn if I don’t want someone else to pay the price for someone elses mistakes. But not much I can do about that. 

Research:

Anyways, it will be less than 2 weeks before my new glasses get in. In the meantime, let’s play the research game! Here is the site so you can follow along in the research: 

https://www.neurolens.com/

93% Sucess Rate, according to Google. Those are some decent odds, in the past couple of years alone I have taken on things with less likely odds than that. Anyone here who prefers videos, Youtube has quite a few videos. 

Reality: 

I got my glasses in, they came in a sooner than I thought they would. I put them on, and man I am telling you I could feel the changing location of strain in my eye/forehead area right away. My sense of direction, or I should say distance, and my sense of balance was immediately altered. How big a room looked before, and how small after....I was a little bit scared to be honest. Some of the thoughts I had were: are my eyes this bad? did I always have a dizzy issue? Oh, that was not a good rabbit hole. They told me to wear them in general for a couple of days to break them in. 

Day 1 of breaking them was a little rough. I am hoping its short term pain for long term positive gain. Day 2 was a little bit better, so some hope there. Day 2 is much better than Day 1, and Day 3 is better. 

“3 Days For The World To Turn Right Side Up Again” (There is a great Bones episode that shows this. More info here: https://gizmodo.com/does-your-brain-really-have-the-power-to-see-the-world-5905180)

Aside from the “breaking the shoe in” phase, how are things? Having had mental pain for, most of the last 20 years-I have learned to live with the weight of the mental pain. There is a weight to it, while that doesn't seem to make much sense. Since getting the glasses, there is less mental pain weight and its really weird to get used to. It is a good thing so far, but it is also longer than I would of thought for the rewiring process. My “idea” of what is close and what is not, and my eyes being reworked is almost constant? It so far is different, more good than bad. Shocking, like really-what the heck is happening by me just wearing glasses? Like I should understand this because I have lived with it and researched it, but as I experience it-it confounds me. 

#rant #pixabay #health #neurolens #annual eye exam #brea optometry #costco vision center #insurance #vsp #storytime #orange county #chronic non-nauseating migraines #background #research #reality #google #youtube

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For everyone that doesn't know me, Hi I'm Sierra, I am a 25 year old, mixed race, bisexual, with a bunch of disabilities the biggest one being Ehlers Danlos Syndrome a connective disorder that give me chronic pain in all my joints, who recently broke her foot in three places.

I'm really sorry to be asking this again but on my last post I really didn't get any help besides from a couple friends so I am here basically begging for help.

My mother and I need money for food to get us until her paycheck next Friday (1/29) her last paycheck was really bad because she wasn't able to get in the amount of over time she normally does and because of all the days she had to take off for drs appointments for my broken foot. Plus she is gonna have to take another day off cause I'm pretty sure I have shingles again and I need her to take me to the doctor again for that for that since I can't transport myself right now. I am unable to push my wheelchair myself partly due to low muscle mass and partly due to internal derangement in my shoulders.

Right now in the fridge all we have is dingo nuggets, deli turkey, I can't believe it's not butter and milk. We also need money for the laundromat and transportation to and from. After paying all our bills we only have $20 left.

It would also be a huge huge help if anyone could take a look at my wish list here. I need pillows to elevate my foot, ice bags, a new blanket (cause mine got ruined), dry shampoo, and body wipes because showering is extremely difficult right now so I am on an every other day shower schedule rn.

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[noctumbra]

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summary ─ you took a deep breath and opened your mouth to answer him when the idea struck you. his offer.

pairing ─ bestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, bucky is also the reader’s roommate, kissing, oral sex, making out, beard burn, dirty talk, sexy pictures, lingerie shopping with bucky, cam sex, OF accounts lol, friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, i don’t know shit about creating sexy content jsyk lmao, very light choking

a/n ─ inspired by this ask! spider nonnie had blessed us with this great idea. edits and yellings happened and here i am lmao thank you @nix-akimbo​ for the edits, i drooled and screamed and had to change my panties:) hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youu!! (pictures i used for bucky are edits from, again, @nix-akimbo​ <3 

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It was sort of an off day for both you and Bucky. After having to deal with all the exams and applying to colleges, today was a calm and relaxing day for you. Bucky offered to go somewhere where you could both just be outside and have a change of scenery after holing up in your rooms or dragging yourselves from one class to another. You agreed easily.

His choice was Central Park; he was claiming that some green and soil under your palms might do you good, and you couldn’t see why not. With a small picnic bag kind of thing, you went to Central Park and sat down on the thing sheet you brought from home. It was very nice out; the sun was smiling down at you people and there was a soft breeze. You could hear birds chirping, kids playing and dogs barking. It was peaceful.

“God,” you heard Bucky groan. “I could say ‘fuck it’ to going to college thing and live out here forever.” You chuckled.

“I don’t think you’d like out here very much in winter,” you said as you grabbed a strawberry and handed it to him. With a soft hum, Bucky took it. “Though I wouldn’t say no to the ‘fuck it’ part.”

Bucky frowned. “What? Why?” You sighed. It had been troubling you for some time now, and even though your parents said that they would be supporting you, you still didn’t like the idea of making them pay for your schooling.

“College is expensive as fuck, James,” you grunted quietly. “It’s expensive which means that I have to get a loan, and it’s gonna be a huge problem when I graduate.” Sighing again, you bit into the strawberry in your hand aggressively. Bucky didn’t say anything, opting to stay silent, you continued after swallowing the juicy fruit you just bit.

“I mean,” you started. “I’ll probably apply to some of the scholarships, but I doubt that I’ll get one. M’parents said they’ll help me, but I don’t wanna be a burden.” You watched Bucky changing his position. Your mind was racing to find some brilliant idea that was going to help you get through this money issue. Scholarships were very hard to get, you could work ─ it was more likely to be happen anyway ─ or you could just let your parents crush under your college bill. You snorted when a thought struck you, causing Bucky to give you a confused look. “I might start an OnlyFans account. Seems like it’s the only way to earn some real money to get through college properly.” Bucky grimaced for a second, and then his face got thoughtful. When he looked back at you, he started snickering.

“Okay,” he agreed, grinning. “But promise me that if you ever want to create content with someone, it’s gonna be me, alright?” You chuckled. You knew that Bucky had a crush on you during your first year in high school, but he was over it now was what he said a year ago.

“You just want to have an excuse to kiss and feel me up, Barnes,” you said playfully. Bucky shot you a cocky smirk, causing you to laugh.

“Joke aside, I mean it,” he said after your laughter died down. “Those kinds of things are dangerous if you don’t know your partner. So, I’m offering myself. You know me.” You nodded slowly. Deep down, you knew he was right.

“Yeah, well,” you murmured. “I’ll let you know if I ever decide to do such thing.” Bucky shrugged.

“You have my number, honey,” he said, giving you a soft smile. He had a dreamy expression on his face.  You ignored the butterflies in your stomach that the pet name provided and pushed him back from his shoulder. He went down with a yelp.

“Stop thinking about me naked,” you grumbled. Bucky laughed.

It was a nice day.

Looking back, you probably should have taken him up on his offer. This year was your last in college, graduation was crawling close with every breath you took, and the closer you get to your graduation day, the more stressful your days were becoming. You were drowning in your loans, your rent and your share of bills were waiting for you to pay, your job at the library was on a shaky boat…

It was totally pure luck that you and Bucky were in the same college and decided to be roommates because dorms were too crowded and loud. He was understandable about your money issues, he didn’t have any problems with it since his family was actually rich. It was very nice of him not to force you to pay your part although it didn’t stop you feeling guilty about it.

“Earth to Y/N,” you heard a deep voice and jumped on your seat. Bucky was looking at you with a small smile, worry was waiting to take over his face around the edges. “You alright, honey?” You hummed approvingly, nodding at the same time.

“Just thinking,” you said, closing the book you’ve been trying to read for an hour now. “Got lost in my head.” Bucky didn’t say anything but continued to watch you. The worry was slowly taking over his face. “I’m fine, Bucky, really.”

“Look,” he started, “I’ve known you nearly for nine years now, so I know when something isn’t alright. What is it?” You sighed. You hated bothering him with your money issues because you knew that he was just going to offer to pay everything himself, and just let you be his roommate without having to pay anything ever again. You couldn’t have that. You also knew that he wasn’t going to let you go if you didn’t tell him what had been going around in your head.

You took a deep breath and opened your mouth to answer him when the idea struck you.

His offer.

You looked at him. The corners of your lips were curling upwards slowly as the expression on his face got more confused and worried.

“Why are you looking at me like you are about to kill me?” He asked, tentatively taking a few steps back. You grinned. You probably looked like a psychopath right now, but if he was still up to it, this thing was going to help you a lot.

“Do you remember the conversation we had in Central Park while we were still in high school? It was a week after the applications,” you explained. He frowned for a second.

“We had a lot of conversations that day, honey, be more specific,” he said, and you nodded. He was right. You’ve stayed there for hours and talked about thousands of things.

“We were talking about how expensive the college is and I said I might start an OnlyFans account? You made me promise that I’ll come to you if I ever wanted to create content with someone. Remember now?” You watched his eyes grow wide with a smirk.

“Um,” he stammered. “Look, I’m definitely on board with that, but I want you to know that I can cover you if you want, alright? Like, y-you don’t have to post pictures or videos of your body just to pay rent, I can handle it, okay?” Your smirk turned into a soft, fond smile.

“I know, James,” you murmured softly, “Thank you.” Then, you stood up from your seat and walked up to him. Your fingers trailed over the sharp cut of his jawline, nails scratching his scruff. “Even though the main reason of why I wanna do this is paying my share of rent and bills, but I won’t say no to get laid. God knows I need it,” you scoffed at yourself. “So, are you going to help me, James?” You looked at him through your lashes. You could see that his eyes darkening and feel his jaw twitching.

“You really want it to be me?” He asked. You nodded. Other than casual hook-ups, both of you were single, and you lived in the same apartment so, it was supposed to work perfectly. Bucky’s eyes darkened more like it was possible and stepped forward to press his body against yours. “We gotta set some rules,” he said as he brushed your hair back gently. You shivered. You’ve been this close before, he shouldn’t have been affecting you this much, but fuck him, he was.

“Okay,” you whispered. He smiled and leaned in just a little bit so that your lips would brush against each other. You gasped softly.

“Yeah, I know what you need, honey,” he whispered, and then smiled. Pulling back, he gave you a smirk. “Gotta go, but we’ll talk about the rules tonight,” he said and in ten seconds, he was out.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you let your body fall back onto the plush couch. Suddenly, you weren’t so sure about the whole thing because you knew he was going to ruin you for all the other men. “I’m fucked,” you whined.

Royally, you added in your mind and whined a bit more.

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It was a week later when you decided to start.

Like he said, you talked about all the rules and things about what to do and avoid, and then you set up an account. Bucky went and bought a camera just for this purpose, and when you complained about it, he promised to use it for other purposes, too. After everything was ready, he took you out for a lingerie shopping.

“You’re already sexy as hell, honey,” he had said, “but we gotta make you look even sexier. I have an eye, y’know it, so I’m gonna help.”

Now, you were in a red colored lacy number with garter belt and fishnet stockings adorning your legs. You had shiny leather gloves that went up to your mid-upper arms. You decided to forego the shoes, and Bucky agreed. When you were done with putting on everything Bucky bought for you, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You looked fucking sexy.

“You ready?” You heard Bucky ask and took a deep breath. You couldn’t help but feel nervous because Bucky was about to see you in a fucking sexy lingerie. He was about to your ass in its all glory since you were wearing a thong. “Y/N?”

You got out of the bathroom before you could convince yourself to give up the whole OnlyFans idea, and honestly? The look on Bucky’s face made it damn worth it that you didn’t back out.

He straightened up from where he was sitting on the edge of your bed. His eyes went dark quickly. His face darkened, and you saw his lips parting before his tongue peeked out to lick his lips very invitingly. His now-almost-black eyes moved down and up and down again on your body, and he took a deep breath.

“Motherfuck, Y/N, you look so fucking sexy,” he grunted, it was actually very close to a groan, your brain noted. Bucky took another deep breath and held his hand out to you. “C’mere, baby,” he whispered. Shivering lightly, you walked up to him, taking his hand. His fingers wound into yours immediately, squeezing just a little, and he pulled you forward.

With a gasp, you fell onto his lap, arms wound up around his neck and his arms around your waist. His body was so warm, so solid and big under you, you felt like you were very close to fainting.

“Damn,” he whispered, “You were already beautiful, and now in this thing? Fuck me, you have no idea how gorgeous you look, love.” You whimpered just a little, scooting a bit forward on his lap, plastering your own chest to his. His white, wifebeater was only providing you a nice view of his bulging biceps and giving you a little peek of his pecs. His sweatpants, however, they were doing very little to hide… things.

“James…” You breathed. Bucky cursed under his breath and pulled back just for a second to reach behind you. You knew he started the recording, you knew that there would be a little red light blinking at you; you shivered. This was so unlike you, but you wanted to it. Wanted to do it with Bucky.

“Ready, love?” He whispered, and you nodded. “You know what to do if you wanna stop or take a breather, right?” You nodded again. “Tell me your safeword, sweetheart.”

God, you thought, he’s laying it thick on pet names. “Winter,” you whispered. He placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, making you chuckle lightly.

“Good girl, honey,” he whispered and it was fucking on.

He leaped forward to catch your lips with his, moaning loudly in relief when the soft skin of his lips touched yours, you arched into it. His hands were roaming all over your body, nails dragging lines and making you shiver, while his hands were occasionally grabbing your ass and slapping it lightly. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his tongue licking on your bottom lip, and you felt it slip inside when you gasped.

Bucky already had you putty in his hands, you realized, and you wondered what you were going to be in when he was done with you.

“Alright,” he said with a low voice. He gathered you up in his arms and stood, turning around, he placed you in the middle of your bed. “I’m gonna take some pictures, that okay baby?” You nodded, teeth already digging into your bottom lip. Bucky watched your face a couple seconds; his thumb saving your bottom lip from the abuse of your teeth and he stroked it slowly. You poked your tongue out to lick his thumb, and then closed your lips around the digit. “Shit,” he cursed. “Pictures,” he grunted as he pulled his finger out of your mouth. You giggled.

He grabbed his phone that was sitting on your bedside drawer. He did a quick work on opening his camera app and looked at you. “Turn around. Lemme see that peach, hm?” You felt heat licking all over your body as you gasped. Slowly turning around, you pulled your knees under you as you stretched your arms forward to grab the headboard. This position gave your back a beautiful arch, you knew it.

“Goddamn,” he whispered as he moved himself around to get a good light for the picture, and you heard the soft ‘click’ sound a few seconds later. You looked at him over your shoulder, lifting your head just a little. You heard another ‘click’. Smirking, also feeling that you were gaining some sort of self-confidence, you placed your knees apart from each other on the bed, spreading them widely.

“God-fucking-damn, sweetheart,” Bucky groaned. He shuffled and pressed ‘click’ a couple times. You buried your head in the bed and deepened arch of your back, wiggling your ass playfully. Bucky hummed. He reached out to grab one of your cheeks, to dig his fingers into the soft flesh, and you gasped with the sudden touch. Click. Bucky hummed again and slapped your ass lightly. You moaned, pressing against the touch of his large and warm hand, you lay down on your chest.

Bucky trailed one finger down from your crack to your pussy. “Soaking it already?” He asked, voice low and hoarse. Lust, your brain realized, making you moan. Bucky rubbed you there with his thumb, over the soft fabric, and his other fingers dug themselves into the meat of your ass. “On your front,” he said, slapping your ass again. Swallowing a whimper, you did as he said.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. You hummed and arched your back again, giving him a nice view of your chest. Click, click, click. Smiling, you lifted yourself up on your elbows. You could see that your effects for the pictures did not go waste: Bucky was hard and tenting his sweatpants. You lifted one of your legs in the air and pressed the sole of your feet to his stomach, right over his abs. You saw his cock twitching under the fabric, and your smile turned into a smirk.

“Drop the phone,” you whispered as you maneuvered yourself onto your knees, still facing him but also facing to the bulge in his sweatpants. Bucky did as you said and put the phone on the ground. “Lemme see you?” You asked next while pulling your gloves off. Bucky nodded and pulled his wifebeater off in a second.

He was a fucking god.

His beautifully tanned and smooth skin and taut muscles were blinking at you cheekily. You could see a faint happy trail leading to his cock. His arms were a bulging muscles and veins mess, and you wanted to trace those veins with your tongue.

Instead, you leaned forward and nosed his happy trail. His low groan and cursing were deaf to your ears because all you were focused on was the bulge that was touching your chin. You shuffled a bit forward and pulled his sweatpants down to his mid-thighs, making his cock slap against his stomach.

Thank fuck for Bucky Barnes and his love for going commando.

You’ve watched his dick swinging so many times when both of you were home. You’ve seen his dick both erect and flaccid through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Finally, you were seeing it naked and all in display for you to play.

“Love,” Bucky whispered as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. He sounded turned on. Good, you thought and grabbed his cock. Nosing right under his cock head, you inhaled the natural musk smell coming off of him. You were so goddamn wet just by smelling him, you knew deep into your fucking bones that you were ruined for all the other men already.

Tongue poking out, you licked him clean with slow, kitten licks. Bucky cursed. He couldn’t tear his eyes off you; he watched you as you wrapped your beautiful lips around his cock, watched your tongue licking him from root to top.

Bucky was going fucking crazy.

“Y/N, holy shit,” he moaned when you took him in your mouth. His eyes closed briefly as he tossed his head back with the pleasure. You hummed and bobbed your head up and down. He felt so nice, so thick and full in your mouth; you never wanted to let him go. Bucky grunted when you swallowed around him. He was already so damn close, it was embarrassing.

“Baby,” he said. “I’ll come if you continue to do that again.” You made a soft sound. You wanted him to come in your mouth, but there was this whole video thing to go through, so you pulled off. Bucky, always good at reading you, stroked your cheek. “Some other time I’ll let you have it in your mouth, alright?” You nodded. He smiled. “Move up,” he commanded, inclining his head towards the bed. You scrambled to follow his order. You spread your legs as soon as you were in a comfy position.

“I could eat you up…” He whispered. He crawled towards you on his knees, sweatpants ditched already and he was naked. He looked up at you, his dark eyes boring into yours intimately. Bucky nosed your clothed core. “Maybe I should…”

Whimpering, you wiggled slightly. He chuckled. It was a dark sound that sent chills down your spine. He grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulder. Laying down on his stomach, he licked a fat line over the fabric.

“James!” You cried out. He rubbed his scruff covered jaw all over your inner thighs. His fingers grabbed the hem of your panties and he pulled them down, ripping them under the fishnet stockings and he threw them somewhere in the room. You gasped at the strength show. You could feel yourself getting even wetter. “Fuck,” you whispered. Bucky smirked. His tongue poked out to lick you clean.

It took you a second to realize that he was mimicking your ministrations on you. You let out a laugh which turned into a moan as the tip of his tongue nudged your clit. Arching your back, you grabbed his long hair. You knew he was good with his mouth; no mouth like his could be bad, anyhow.

“God, James,” you whispered harshly. He licked, licked, sucked and licked again, and you were going crazy. His beard was rubbing all over the slick and soft flesh, irritating the skin there. You were loving the fact that you were going to have some nice beard burn tomorrow.

Bucky slurped, licked you clean and flicked his tongue against your clit one last time before he pulled back. As much as he wanted you to come on his face, he wanted your first orgasm to happen on his dick.

You whined as he pulled back but purred in satisfaction when he laid on you, caging you under his big and muscle-y body. He was making you feel small and precious and honestly, you loved that feeling. It felt even better when it was Bucky.

“Lemme see them, yeah?” He whispered as he slowly peeled your bra off. Throwing it somewhere when it came off, Bucky didn’t waste any time to latch on to one of your nipples.

“Fuck!” You yelped at the sudden warmth around the delicate flesh, back bowing and chest pushing against his face even more with the new position. He flicked his tongue around, sucked and you felt his teeth nipping the flesh lightly. One of his hands was grabbing your other breast, fingers rolling the nipple. “Jaaames!” You whined, your fingers were still wound up tight in his hair. He hummed and pulled back with a pop.

“Fine,” he grumbled, turning your world upside down in a blink.

With a gasp, you were flipped around and were put on your stomach with your hips tilted up. Bucky’s knees were right outside of your thighs while your legs were as spread wide as they could. You could feel his hard cock right against your wet pussy, and you couldn’t help but moan and wiggle your ass a bit. Bucky groaned. His hips moved against yours, cock dragging up and down on your pussy as he reached for a condom. Both of you were clean and you were on pill, but he still wanted to make sure that you were not to get pregnant.

Bucky placed his hands on your waist and slowly moved them up and wound on of them in your hair. He made a fist, pulling them tightly to the side to expose your neck. You gasped and whimpered.

“Ready, baby?” He asked. You nodded. “You sure? Y’alright?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Yeah, ‘m fine, please.” Wiggling your ass against his cock, you moaned lightly. Bucky cooed at you softly, his free hand roaming all over your back in a soothing move. His fingers dipped into the holes of the stockings, ripping them just a little to make some room, and then he dipped his fingers inside of you. You cried out. Immediately clenching around the long and thick digits, you moaned.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Bucky cursed. “Tight as a fucking virgin, shit.” You hummed and canted your hips against him, practically riding his fingers. He made a sound of approval, removed his fingers and lined his cock up.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, gimme!”

“Alright, love, don’t worry. I’mma give you what you need.” Swearing once again, Bucky slid inside of you with one slow thrust.

You screamed. Your back arched, hips tilted even higher and you clenched around his hard cock. Bucky cursed. His fingers were grabbing your hair tighter, almost making your scalp hurt, but you were loving the sting. You moaned and hummed as he started to thrust in and out. His pace was careful and slow, and remained like that until he deemed that you adjusted his length and width.

“God, shit, James,” you moaned. “You feel so good in me, so big…” Eyes closed, you threw your head back. Bucky responded your moan with his own. Just like you said, you felt so damn good around him. It felt like his cock was being wrapped tightly with hot silk. “Faster?” You asked, looking at him over your shoulder with wide eyes.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he let go of your hair and placed both hands on your hips for support. His hips fastened their pace. His balls, full to the brim, were swinging back and forth, occasionally slapping against your slicked covered skin. You were so wet that every movement of Bucky’s cock in you was making an obscene squelching sound. You could feel your thighs getting wetter with Bucky’s each thrust.

“James,” you whispered. “Fuck, James, ‘m close.” Your harsh whisper reached to his ear between the loud thrusts of his hips, and he grabbed you by the waist and throat to pull you up. You made a sobbing sound as the changed position made his cock drove in you even deeper. You loved the feeling of having him deep.  

Bucky hugged you close to his chest; one of his arms was around your waist while the other was winding under your right arm, his right hand was loosely wrapped around your throat. You found the loose hand on your throat surprisingly grounding, and you sighed. Your hips flushed against his, you looked like you were sitting on his thighs in this position.

“Come whenever you wanna, love,” he whispered in your ear and placed a kiss on your cheek. The arm around your waist shifted on your hip, and he resumed his thrusts.

Having him way deeper was going to push you off the edge quicker than before, you could feel it. The tension in your belly was coiling with every single thrusts of his, your clit throbbing and your walls clenching around him; you were right there.

You sobbed. Your hands scrambled to grab any part of him; one of them wound up in his hair while the other grabbed the back of his thigh. “Yes,” you whimpered. “There!” You moaned when a little shift in his thrust lightened something up in you. “Fuck, ‘m─” Gasping, you swallowed the sob down. Your legs were trembling, pussy and stomach visibly clenching, you felt your nipples tighten up almost painfully.

“Oh fuck,” Bucky moaned loudly. His long hair was obscuring his face just a little bit, the ends of it tickling your shoulders. His scruff was rubbing against your neck, you could feel his happy trail against your ass, and with all these heightened senses you couldn’t hold onto your orgasm any longer.

You came on Bucky’s cock with a scream got trapped in your throat suddenly. Mouth wide open with a silent scream, your body convulsed and trembled against Bucky’s. If it weren’t his arms holding you upright against his chest, you would have collapsed face-first down on the bed, you knew it.

The spectacular fog of orgasm had covered your mind, making you vaguely aware of Bucky’s jack-rabbit thrusts. He was panting in your ear, hands tightened on your flesh and throat, you could feel his cock twitching in you. You turned your head to him lazily, still drowsy from your orgasm. Your hand on his thigh moved to his cheek to turn his face to yours.

“Come for me,” you whined lightly against his lips. You gave him a chaste kiss on the lips and whispered again. “C’mon, James, come for me.” Kissing him again, this time you bit down on his bottom lip and clenched your pussy around him tighter.

He gasped, his thrusts going mad as he moved his hips one, two, three more times before he stilled. Cock twitching, balls tightening up, he came inside the condom as his body crumpled forward. As he went down on the bed, he took you with him. Never letting you go, he cuddled you against his chest.

Five minutes later, breathing turned back normal, Bucky chuckled. “Goddamn,” he said and you grunted in approval. “You alright? Was I too rough?” You shook your head as you gave him thumbs up. He chuckled again. He rubbed your hips gently as he pulled out of you slowly. You grimaced as he did and watched him disposing the condom. He got off the bed, stopping the recording. “I don’t think this video will ever need an editing, but we’ll see I guess,” he murmured. He walked into the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean you up and himself, and then joined you back in the bed with camera in his hands.

“Shall we watch it before we upload it online?” He asked, brow cocked. You looked at him; his hair was a mess and his lips were red, his body had sweat glistening all over. He looked thoroughly fucked out, and you wanted to see him fucking you while looking like this for… who knows how many minutes. So, you nodded. “Alright,” he murmured and poked around the camera. You settled against his arm, head resting on his meaty shoulder. “Here we go…”

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It was no surprise that watching fifty-six minutes of heavenly sex tape had led you to another round of sex. This time you riding Bucky into oblivion as he dirty talked the shit out of you.

At the very end, you decided to post the pictures first because Bucky was a bit hesitant about posting your very first sex tape online since it was ‘probably amateur’ and ‘you needed to get better a little’. You didn’t buy it, of course.

So, you cornered him only to learn that he didn’t want the video of you having sex with him the first time to be all over the internet, he wanted to keep it private. It was a very touching thought.

It only took Bucky to a little bit more cornering to admit that his crush on you back high school had never passed.

“Y-you… What?” You asked, feeling dumb. He chuckled nervously. “You have a crush on me ever since high school?” Feeling absolutely dumb, you kissed him on the lips. Bucky let out a confused noise but returned your kiss anyway. “You idiot!” You shrieked.

“What?” Bucky shrieked at you back. You kissed him again.

“I was depressed all those times thinking that you moved on from me!” You said, causing Bucky to freeze for a second. “I thought you moved on and I lost my chance…” You continued but more softly this time.

“Wait,” Bucky pulled back. “You like me back?” You nodded. He looked at you without blinking for a little while. “We are idiots. You’re in this shit with me.” You snorted as he rolled his eyes. But then, he leaned in to give you the softest kiss ever. You sighed happily. “So, are you up for a ‘congrats-you’re-an-idiot-couple’ sex?” He asked, face scrunching adorably.

Laughing, you climbed on his lap again and kissed him passionately as his answer. Bucky just moaned and indulged in it happily.

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Influencing the Influencer: Part 1

I feel like I’ve starved y’all enough for stories so I’m splitting up this current story I’m working on into two parts. Hopefully you guys enjoy this in the meanwhile and makes the story easier to digest. 

“Ur so sexy!! 😍😍”

“Omg marry me rn”

“Fck I need you in me soooo bad”

Jay looked at the comments on his latest Instagram post with vain glee. Within a few days he had amassed a significant following by simply posting various pictures of himself. Mirror selfies, photos of him in different outfits, or even just short videos of him going to get lunch. On the second day, seeing how exponential his growth was, he made a TikTok account to amass an even larger following.

From those few days, Jay was consistently getting thousands of likes on his posts and had tens of thousands of followers. But to him, it wasn’t enough. He needed more. Jay wanted to be movie star-famous.

As he looked over his recent post, the number of likes increasing by the thousands, Jay decided to lay back and check the post later. He decided to head to the bathroom and fix himself up before preparing another post he was sure would go viral. 

Looking into the mirror, Jay couldn’t help but feel a massive sense of pride flow through him. His long, curly hair stuck out above his model-status face. Jay had eyes that were so beautiful that even he himself sometimes got lost looking into them. His lips were perfectly luscious, tempting many into wanting to press their own into them. His thin face showcasing his perfect jawbones and chin. Jay’s outfit only added to his charm, keeping up to date with the most recent fashion trends and styles. Lifting his light gray shirt up, Jay admired the slight abs on his light brown skin. He had recently started working on them to attract even more followers. When he looked back up at his face again, Jay couldn’t help but cry out, “Damn, I’m hot!” 

After combing his hair to prep himself up, Jay opened his phone’s camera to take a picture. However, he was interrupted by a DM notification from Instagram. 

“Man the fuck do you want?!” Jay whined, the distraction messing up his photo. He opened the app and went to his DMs. Most of them were from fans asking for nudes or to fulfill their sexual desires. Jay took up some of his female fans on the offer, but immediately deleted any from anyone else. Though it was never really brought up, Jay had some serious homophobia issues. 

The account had a default profile picture and had posted pictures, but it was privated so Jay couldn’t see anything. He sent a request to follow, but they didn’t seem to accept right away. Jay just shrugged. It wasn’t like he didn’t get accounts commenting for shoutouts so he could grow his following on each post. Regardless, it didn’t look like a typical message asking for a dick pic or for a promotion, so Jay opened it purely out of curiosity. Plus, the bit of the message he did see intrigued him.

“I heard you want to be famous.”

The message was ominous, but to Jay it seemed more like a scam than anything else. He decided to play into it. If they asked for a credit card or personal information Jay would just stop the conversation there.

“Yeah.” He sent first, “Who doesn’t?”

Scarily, the anonymous texter responded in seconds.

“I can help you. I’m someone who deals in this kind of thing. I can guarantee results today.”

Jay laughed at the last part. There was no way this random person could just make him as famous as he wanted to today. Still, they hadn’t asked for anything crazy.

“What do I gotta do, then?” Jay text. He figured it was just some scam promoter or someone who was going to ask him to participate in a sponsored deal, the latter not sounding that bad.

Again, they responded within seconds.

“Just tell me what you want and follow what I say. Do that and your desires will be fulfilled.”

Jay, who was now sitting on his couch, leaned over and got prepared to type his “desires,” whatever the hell that meant.

“ight,” he started his text.

“I wanna be as famous as those celebrities in super hero movies. Like spider man n shit. I wanna blow up. Go viral, kno what I mean? I wanna have millions of followers and people liking my stuff, just pictures and videos of me being hot n shit.” 

It took a few more seconds for them to respond, but eventually the stranger text back, “Your desires will be acknowledged and granted.” 

Surprised that this person hadn’t asked him for a credit card or to sponsor some outlandish product, Jay went to his Instagram page to check his followers. “yaboi_jay07” the page read. To his dismay, it was still in the mid 4,000 range. Checking his TikTok wasn’t much better, still being in the high 3,000s. However, when the stranger text him again, Jay remembered his part of the deal.

“Right, I gotta do what this guy says.” Jay mumbled, expecting to receive a link to some fishy website that would likely hack his account.

However, Jay was surprised when the message read, “Eat the burgers and fast food you ordered.”

Jay didn’t remember ordering any food, much less food from some greasy takeout joint. However, after he read the text, Jay smelled something strong. It seemed like it was coming from the kitchen, so Jay got up and walked in, surprised to see two greasy, paper bags on the table. As he picked one up to investigate, Jay got a massive headache. Recoiling from the sudden pain, he stepped back before recollecting himself.

He now remembered that he ordered some food to eat because he hadn’t eaten all day and was starving. Usually Jay wouldn’t order out, but he decided to treat himself today, especially with how much his following had grown. As he was about to take the food into the living room, Jay felt his phone vibrate and noticed another DM from the stranger.

“Stream yourself eating the food.”

It was a weird request, but Jay just shrugged it off and decided to adhere to their demands. If they were going to make him famous, who was he to judge what they wanted. Going to his page, Jay started a livestream on Instagram since he already had it open.

“‘Sup y’all.” Jay said as his fans started to tune in. Immediately there were several comments about how attractive Jay was, but a few started to ask what he was doing.

 “I decided to treat y’all today and livestream, since I’m in a good mood,” Jay started as he pulled out a burger, “I ordered lunch cause I was so hungry, so maybe we can do a little Q&A while I eat.”

The wrapper was covered with grease, but Jay didn’t seem to mind. Slowly, he unwrapped the delicious morsel before setting it down on the table, pulling out the fries and placing his soda in front of him. Hearing his stomach grumble, Jay finally decided to grab the burger and take a bite. He let out an audible moan that even his phone camera picked up. Jay looked up at the live stream to see his fans going crazy for it, so he took another bite. It was like he couldn’t help himself from basking in how good the food tasted.

“Mmm, damn this shit’s good.” Jay mumbled to himself. He barely noticed the grease covering the edges of his mouth before he finished the first burger. While he was surprised he finished the burger so quickly, his hunger soon hijacked his thoughts and Jay went to grab another burger. He took a swig of soda and ate a few fries before tackling the burger.

Continuing to devour the burger, Jay remembered he was live streaming and had fans asking questions. “Sorry y’all,” Jay chuckled, “I forgot I was streaming.” He then started to answer some questions, happy to see the same typical ones. 

“What’s your favorite song?” 

“Do you have a favorite outfit?” 

“What’s your favorite thing to do?” 

“Are you single?”

There were plenty like the last question, Jay happy to indulge his ego by answering them the most. However, Jay read over a question he wasn’t normally used to seeing.

“Can you show off your fat @$$?”

Jay was about to laugh off the question, but got another headache. It wasn’t as major this time, but it still messed with him a little. His ass wasn’t that big, but it kinda made sense his fans would want to see it. At least, it was starting to make sense to Jay. He always let his pants sag in photos, so maybe that’s where the question came from. As Jay started to stand up and lift his pants down there was a bit of cognitive dissonance. Was his ass fatter than he remembered? 

Turning around to show off to the camera, Jay instinctually felt himself move his body up, only to let it back down and cause his ass to jiggle. It was never that big, he was sure of it. But taking another swig of soda cleared his mind. His ass was part of why people loved him. Boys with big asses were trending right now, so of course he had a fat one.

Peaking over his shoulder to see the stream, Jay was giddy with glee seeing the amount of praise and likes, as well as new viewers and followers. He continued showing off his rotund rear, happy to see it was making him more popular.

Jay put his hands under his rear to jiggle it some more, the feeling now pleasureful to him. “That good? Y’all like the fatty I got?” He teased. Turning to the side, Jay continued his routine of jiggling his rear. It stuck to his underwear like it was tightly packed in. “How ‘bout now?” He devilishly smirked again.

Not forgetting about his meal, Jay continued to eat the fast food on the table in front of him. He took a bite of a burger before moaning at the taste. Jay hadn’t realized how he let some of the burger fall to the floor when he took another bite. Looking over at the stream, Jay thought he saw his ass grow out when he ate more of the burger, but knew that couldn’t be the case. It was probably just the angle he was at. However, Jay did notice more comments coming in and quickly realized he had nearly double the viewers from when he started. In fact, his following count was exponentially increasing, Jay mentally thanking the stranger from before. 

Jay continued to play with his ass and eat the burger, picking up another one after he finished this one. He hadn’t even kept track of how much he was eating at this point. He was about to take a break and read some requests and comments, but one in particular caught his eye.

“Take off ur shirt!” 

It sparked a movement, many fans typing things like. “Off with the shirt!” or “#NoShirt4Jay” and even “Less shirt more skin!” Jay was never one to turn down any exhibitionism, so he decided to follow through with his fans’ request. 

“If that’s what y’all want,” Jay started, “I’ve been tryna go gym a bit more recently.” It wasn’t that noticeable because of how much he ate, but Jay’s slight abs did show through on camera. He took another bite out of the burger before drinking some soda. His fans went crazy, but not as much as they had when he showed off his ass for the first time. 

Jay wondered why his fans weren’t as excited about his abs, but he continued to eat to distract himself. He took a long drink from the soda before going back to eat some more fries, but surprised himself with a long and loud belch. 

“Damn, where’d that come from?” Jay mumbled to himself just before his brain went fuzzy again. It wasn’t as bad as the headache from before, but it still felt strange. It didn’t last as long as the headaches either, so Jay just shrugged it off as him being tired and continued to eat. Looking over at his stream, Jay was a bit surprised by the new comments rolling in.

“I LOVE your little belly!” 

“Ur so cute with that tummy!” 

“U might wanna think abt going to the gym more…lol”

Jay was so confused, until he looked down and saw a belly instead of abs. Again, his mind got fuzzy. Why would he have abs and eat so much junk food? If he was trying to get fit, he definitely wouldn’t have downed four burgers within half an hour. Another belch brought him back to reality, and Jay knew what was right.

“Yeah, I should probably cut back on all the fast food I order.” He chuckled before belching again. The chubbier boy grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them in his mouth. Jay knew his appetite was catching up to him, but he didn’t think it was that big of an issue. He really wasn’t that big, and if his fans liked him a little chunkier then what was the harm?

Jay belched before taking another bite of his burger. Did he look a little bigger than before? He thought his ass looked bigger, but chalked it up to the camera once again. Shaking his rear around for it to jiggle, Jay thought his ass certainly felt bigger. However, he felt the strange impulse to jiggle his belly as well. Doing both caused his viewers to skyrocket. The fans were loving him, and Jay smirked as he took another bite of his burger. All the jiggling was getting to him though, and he let out one more long belch before finishing off the burger. He went to reach for another, but was disappointed when there was nothing left. 

The influencer sat back down before starting to rub his bare belly. “Sorry y’all, this big boy’s all stuffed.” Jay chuckled, which caused his brain some confusion. Why would he call himself a ‘big boy’? He wasn’t trying to promote his weight, and in fact he thought he should probably lose some of it. The fans seemed to like it, though, so Jay wasn’t too bothered. 

Looking over the stream, Jay noticed a familiar notification pop up. It was a new message from the stranger who was making him popular. Jay had almost forgotten about them and was almost confused as to why they were still talking to him. However, he remembered the terms of their deal and opened the message for any orders from them. 

“Nice job to start. I hope you’re enjoying some more fame.” They first sent. Jay awaited the next message, as they typed it up.

“Go eat that cake in your refrigerator. I’m sure you’re still hungry.” Was their next order. 

Not questioning it this time, Jay went to his fridge to fulfill his next task. He barely noticed how his belly was starting to hang over the waistband of his underwear, nor how it and his ass jiggled with every step he took. Opening the fridge, Jay looked in awe at his next meal. It nearly took up the entire fridge, and Jay thought it looked suitable for a wedding. 

“I don’t know if I can eat all this.” Jay mumbled to himself, but his growling stomach disagreed. “I guess that burp gave me some room.” He chuckled under his breath. Struggling to not drop the dessert, Jay slowly carried the cake back to his dining room table. Sitting back down, Jay greeted his stream once again.

“Sorry y’all, had to get dessert.” He panned over the cake to show it off, “Let’s see how much I can eat.” Jay grabbed a fork and a knife before cutting out a small slice of cake. It had pink white icing and was a yellow cake, and Jay figured it would just be a boring sweet he would quickly get sick of. Thankfully, to his surprise the cake was delicious! The icing tasted like silky sugar and the cake was still moist. Jay had to hold himself back from eating too fast and choking on the food.

Jay belched after destroying the slice of cake. “Fuck man, that was the shit!” Jay exclaimed. His fans seemed happy, and wanted him to gorge himself more. Before Jay could go back to the cake, he noticed the stranger had text him.

“Eat the cake with just your hands and mouth.”

It seemed like a weirdly specific request, but Jay could do it pretty easily so he didn’t object. Grabbing a chunk of cake, Jay ate the cake from his bare hands. He found it came strangely fast, quickly starting to alternate between each hand of cake.

“Mmpf, man this shit is good!” Jay mumbled out between stuffed bites of cake. He was completely lost in the taste, unable to realize just how messy he was getting. Icing started to cover his lips and cheeks, crumbs got on his table and his hands looked like he had dug through a bakery’s garbage. 

Jay’s moans of pleasure went on for a few minutes, his viewership skyrocketing. He didn’t know this kind of stuff was so popular, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. Usually Jay wasn’t too happy about his body, and showing off his extra bulk was the first thing he found useful about it.

Letting out a deep belch, Jay finally decided to take his focus away from the cake and return back to his stream.

“Ur burps are soooo cute! <3” 

“The way you eat the cake is super sexy 🥵🥵”

“I love how chunky you are!!” 

Jay laughed at the last comment. Looking down after stuffing some cake in his mouth, he jiggled his belly a bit. It moved and wiggled for a bit before resting, Jay letting out a belch as a result. The jiggling reminded him of his ass, which he promptly decided to show his fans by standing up.

“Yeah I’m a bit of a chunky boy.” Jay giggled. It brought some dissonance in his brain again, but he just shrugged it off. The cake and attention were too good for him to stop eating and showing off. He looked at his viewer count again. “chunkyboi_jay07. Stream in progress. 20.6k Viewers.” Jay smiled at the statistics. Whoever this person helping him out was really knows stuff.

Jay took another handful of cake before grabbing his belly in both hands and shaking it up and down. It not only caused his ass to jiggle, but his newfound moobs as well.

“Damn, maybe I should go to the gym more. I have my own tits!” Jay jokingly exclaimed, grabbing one of his moobs with his cake covered hand. He jiggled it around as he fed himself more cake. His viewers sure did love it when he played with his body. Jay smirked as he jiggled his belly some more before turning around and playing with his ass. His view count was innumerably higher than it normally would have been, so Jay saw no reason to stop playing with his flab. 

However, Jay hadn’t realized how out of breath he was from standing for so long. “Man, maybe I should go to the gym more.” Jay thought to himself as he slowly collapsed onto the chair. He continued to eat the cake, not thinking about much else besides his shortness of breath. The cake changed his mind about the gym quickly, though, as he soon went back to grabbing handfuls with both of his greedy, chubby hands.

The viewers really couldn’t tell what he was saying, if he was trying to say anything at all. They didn’t care though, the comments continuing to flood in as Jay gorged himself.

“You go fat boy! Shake dat ass!🍑🍑”

“I looooove a man with extra meat on him❤️”

“U r suuuch a pig!🐷🐷🐷”

Jay felt the need to check his stream after that last comment sent. He hadn’t seen it, but for some reason he knew it would be there and he needed to check it. “Guess I am…a pretty big pig…huh?” Jay panted out, trying to put on a smile. He was getting worn out just from sitting there and eating. He was about to go back to stuffing himself with his bare hands, but Jay knew that would tire him out too fast.

Instead, Jay plunged his entire face into the cake, eating as much of the cake as he could right there. His viewers went crazy, cheering him on for taking on so much to eat. After a bit of nonstop eating, Jay sat back to let out an enormous belch that shook the table. He smirked at himself with pride, knowing his fans would love this.

However, Jay’s prideful pleasure was soon stopped when he heard an ominously large creaking sound. It was like someone was approaching him, but he wasn’t sure from where. It sounded so close, it was like they were on top of…

Not a second later, the chair Jay was on snapped and he fell down on the floor with a crash. Getting himself together, Jay felt oddly satisfied “Oooooh,” He moaned in pleasure, “I’m such a fat fucking pig.”

For some reason, Jay felt turned on by his ability to just break a chair by sitting on it, and his own comment about being a pig. He wasn’t sure why, but he was feeling too much joy to question it. His glee only increased as he checked his stream. “516k viewers” It read. And counting. Jay needed to thank whoever was helping him out. He paused the stream and went to go text them, but found they were already starting to type something to him.

“Good job piggy. Hope you like the attention.” They sent. 

All Jay did was rapidly nod, very happy with his popularity. He was too into the rising stardom that he couldn’t think of words to express himself.

“Your next task is to go to your room and jerk off. Cum for all your viewers to see.” Was their next message

Jay was happy to do that. He was already starting to get a chub just from his size! Slowly getting up, Jay waddled to his stairs, realizing the near insurmountable task in front of him. Attempting to lift his sausage thigh higher than he had all day, Jay already started to feel sweat as he climbed the first step, his entire body jiggling from the movement. Slowly continuing this process, Jay thought he’d never make it up.

“Man…I really…gotta…lay off…the cookies…” He panted, only halfway there. Beads of sweat dripped in between his rolls on his stomach and in between his fat ass cheeks. It didn’t even cross Jay’s mind that he had been up and down these stairs countless times before, too eager for the attention and to fulfill the request for even more attention.

Finally stepping into his room, Jay collapsed on his bed. He was covered in sweat, his hair a mess and his body shimmering with a greasy shine. Letting out a belch, Jay took some time to recover before standing up again and setting his phone up against a lampshade to start the stream again. Tapping the resume button, the stream got the wide sight of Jay’s ass as he waddled back to his bed to talk to the stream.

“Hey…y’all…” He said, still taking deep breaths. Jay rubbed his sweaty belly and jiggled his moobs while he took a few seconds to recover a bit more. “Today…I’m gonna treat y’all to something special.” Jay let out, smirking as he lifted his belly up. 

Somehow, he was able to reach under his belly far enough to know where his hidden dick was. Despite it being in a swaddle of fat, Jay knew where to grab, jiggling the area of fat to get himself off. He let out a slight moan, which his viewers barely heard. However, they still went crazy for it. 

Jay smirked as he saw the viewer count skyrocket once again that day. He let out a louder moan, and then an unintentional fart. For some reason, that turned him on, so Jay decided to let out a deep belch. His moans got louder and higher in pitch, the boy playing with himself for his viewers to enjoy. 

Too busy getting himself off, Jay didn’t notice how his phone had become a tripod camera, his phone moving to the dresser on the side of his bed. Nor did Jay notice how the stream, now viewable from his laptop on a nearby desk, was on his OnlyFans account instead of his Instagram or TikTok ones. 

Empty wrappers and bottles started to litter Jay’s room, a few appearing on his bed as he streamed. Letting out another fart, Jay noticed an uneaten TastyKake, quicky devouring it as he got himself off. He didn’t notice his growing body along with the changing room. His viewers loved it, so Jay didn’t care. He saw his count going up by at least another one hundred thousand. 

Instinctively reaching under his bed, Jay grabbed the first rubbery thing he found. A long, thick black dildo appeared from under the bed, Jay looking directly at the camera with a devious sense. Taking a second to insert it into himself, Jay said, “OooOOoOh, I wish a nice, sexy guy was here instead.” He played off his pleasure to entice the viewers. “Someone who would just feed me and fuck me, all day long.” He said, tempestuously, “Hopefully I don’t fart it out.” Jay giggled innocently at the last comment.

After he got most of the tool between his fat ass cheeks, Jay started to feel himself come to a climax. His moans grew longer and louder, the amount of viewers exponentially growing.

“That’s a good piggy. Eat, grow and fuck.”

“God, you used to be so fit. Now you’re a fat pig.”

“Cum for daddy, piggy!” 

It was all too much for Jay and he finally came, coating his underbelly in a white goo. As he came, something in Jay snapped. It was as if his entirely reality was shifting and turning, now finally settling into place. Falling back on his bed, Jay looked over at his laptop and saw his viewer count pass one million. He smiled, knowing he was a famous piggy.

Shortly after he came, Jay heard his phone vibrate.

“Excellent job piggy. Are you ready for your next task?” The anonymous texter said

Jay thought for a second, but his thoughts were dull. He wanted food and to show off.

“What do I have to do next?” Jay eagerly text, awaiting his next orders 

#weight gain #weight gain story #male weight gain #gay weight gain

[glowingbadger]

Can I get some SFW and nsfw modern day Kaeya and Diluc stuff? Ty ty!

Damn I hadn't even thought about ModernAU Genshin before lol should be interesting- lesgoooo~

Side note- Genshin refuses to make actual sense of any of the ages of its characters, so I'm going with, like... mid-20's, semi-recently out of college for these two.

Kaeya, Diluc x GN Reader - ModernAU! headcanons

SFW (nsfw below the cut)

Kaeya:

- He's in law school, and has a real knack for discovering hilarious and exploitable legal loopholes. It's also a field that suits him for a number of reasons- it makes use of his infectious natural charm, and keeps him entertained with the 'stories' you happen upon working with people's legal and personal problems. He's also the best dressed in any of his classes, and in any given courtroom. Those who know luxury clothing when they see it can't help incredulously wondering how he affords his wardrobe while still technically a student.

- Kaeya is such a shitposter. He habitually 'likes' any and everything you post on any and all social media platforms- but he'll also comment "mmm who's that sexy thing" beneath the most innocuous images of you. He sends you dumb memes at concerning hours of the night- frequently while intoxicated, and especially when you've had a stressful day.

- As a partner, Kaeya is surprisingly loyal. His friends (and yours) will joke about him being a total slut, how you must have to keep him on such a short leash. He doesn't take offense to this though, and in a way, he gets a kick out of being perceived this way. But in truth, since he's been with you, he's never once considered anyone else. When you're alone together, there's a warmth in his gaze and a gentleness to his touch that no one else has ever seen.

- Everywhere Kaeya goes, he seems to "know a guy." He's always got an in- and an elaborate story of how he met this person and why they're, frankly, worryingly open to doing him favors. It's rare that a date with Kaeya goes by without you being offered free drinks, free desserts, a better seat at a restaurant or theatre, etc. Generally, when pressed, he'll wave a hand and say, "Babe come on, you know me- I just love making friends." Though you've heard whispers that some of his "friends" are just people who can't afford to be on his bad side.

Diluc:

- Was on track to become a police officer for some time, but it took barely a month from completing his training for him to become entirely disillusioned with the entire system. He quit (bluntly and forcefully, I might add) and now works as a P.I. His quietly thoughtful and serious nature puts clients at ease while allowing him to examine each case efficiently and effectively. I also figure we'd still carry over the "bartending at night" angle from the games- it's a great way to network and gain intel while undercover.

- His phone is basically a device for work, the news, and sometimes for contacting you, and absolutely nothing else. He hates the constant noise of social media, and refuses to jump on trends when things move too fast to get meaningfully invested in anything. Still, while he tries to angle his screen so you won't see it, he has set a picture of you as his wallpaper.

- Diluc loves the quiet, domestic side of your relationship. He treasures things like cooking together, cuddling on the couch with a movie, or even working on chores and projects together. He comes from money (though he doesn't talk about it much), so the more down to earth life that he's made with you is precious to him, and he appreciates all of the little moments that reaffirm your bond. That said, he does have an excellent memory for things like birthdays, anniversaries and such, and he is not shy about spending some cash on such occasions.

- Your friends all think he's super hot (and they're right), but are also a bit intimidated by him. Once, you tried showing them a sweet message he sent you drowning in heart emojis and they insisted that couldn't be him. Now there's a running joke in your friend group about your secret side-guy who leaves you nice voicemails when you've had a bad day and has flowers sent to your work- since they're convinced someone as serious and put-together as Diluc couldn't be your incredibly affectionate boyfriend.

NSFW 18+ v

Kaeya:

- Kaeya loves showing you off, especially in an outfit he bought just for you. It seriously turns him on to watch you over a nice dinner out wearing something a bit risque that he selected for you, noting the appreciative glances in your direction from others nearby, and knowing that you're his. The way his line of sight wanders your body all night makes it exceedingly clear that he can't wait to tear that lovely outfit off of you when he has you alone.

- Definitely the adventurous and experimental sort when it comes to kink, and he especially enjoys a bit of exhibitionism or semi-public fooling around. During a similar date night, with you looking so positively delicious across the table, he'll watch with a wolfish smirk as you squirm from the vibrations of a toy he pushed inside of you earlier that evening. He reclines in his seat and levels his gaze on you, saying, "My, darling, are you feeling alright? You look a bit flushed..." as his hand fiddles with the toy's remote. Then, once he gets you home or- even better -to a hotel, he'll press you against the window as he fucks you into panting, mindless bliss. Sometimes he doesn't even want to wait that long, and he'll find somewhere to park his car and fuck you in his back seat

- Kaeya has sending dick pics and lewd selfies down to an art. Seriously, his pictures are beautiful- of course helped by the fact that his body is gorgeous as well. Naturally, he loves to receive erotic images of you as well, and will save each and every one of them for "later use." If you're into it, he'll gladly send you a video of himself stroking his cock just for you, while describing every filthy thing he imagines doing to you in explicit detail.

Diluc:

- Generally speaking, Diluc wants to wine and dine you before the spicy business. He's a romantic at heart, and he wants you to know that he adores every part of you- and your body just happens to be one item on that list. He's not as obvious with his desires as some, but lingering gazes across the dinner table, or a hand at the small of your back trailing around your waist, all make his intentions clear. There's no doubt your lovely evening together will end with his strong body pressing you against his matress, his lips at your throat and your thighs clinging around his hips.

- He's generally fairly private about his sex life- not shy, per say, but insistent that your mutual pleasure is something for only the two of you. He's also not likely to sext or send lewd photos unless you really, really want them (and he's kind of adorably awkward about it at first even if he does try for you)- but if you tease him by sending him something naughty, his mind short circuits. His face burns crimson and he stops whatever he was doing and just stares at your beautiful body on the screen, as though he can already feel you in his hands.

- Diluc is a busy man, so there's likely to be stretches when the time and energy for sex simply isn't there. But once he's wrapped up a case and he finally has some time to breathe, you can bet he'll lift you into his arms and carry you to the bedroom the first chance he gets. You might even start to suspect that it's a way for him to vent his work stress when his thick cock pounds into you so nice and steady and deep- but you're certainly not about to complain, especially when you've been without him for so long.

#genshin impact #modern au #kaeya #diluc #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #fluff and smut #genshin impact headcanons #genshin not sfw

[cherrykindness]

let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.

#harry styles imagine #imagine1d #imagine harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #fluffy imagine #harry fluff #actress reader

[ushidoux]

Power Struggle - Ushijima x Reader

Summary: You’re set up on a blind date with a man who might just be your match.  (~5.1k words)

Warnings: fem pronouns, fem!reader, blind date, exhibitionism, public sex

A/N: Part of @cherrytenko​’s CEO collab! Surprisingly this is possibly the longest fic I’ve written as a oneshot and it’s a little softer than I expected it to be but please enjoy!

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It’s about half past 6pm when you add the final touch to your makeup, a smear of matte lipstick (Rouge Hermes #48, to be exact), to your lips.

It’s not often that you’re able to leave work early but your mother and father had called you from overseas in the late afternoon, interrupting their own third honeymoon, to remind you of your final meeting for the day - 

A date.

“I know you hate these things, but just go! You might like what you see,” your mother insisted over video chat, her voice muffled by the sound of wind whipping past her as she and your father cruised along on a shaky speedboat they’d purchased just for the day. You weren’t completely sure where they were, only vaguely aware that they were somewhere around Jeju Island, and not exactly sure why they still had phone service, but you weren’t going to ask too many questions.

“No obligation!” Your father adds, just out of view and yelling slightly. 

Sure, never any obligations.

As you smack your lips in the mirror to smooth out the lip color, giving yourself a brief once-over to decide whether or not you feel the need to adjust your hair or if you will wear falsies or not, you frown ever so slightly, then let out a sigh.

You hate this. 

This is the third “meeting” they’ve arranged for you this month, and they’d been at this for almost six months overall by now. This search for a ‘suitable husband’ was getting stale -  not to mention, time-consuming - and you weren’t sure you would be willing to appease your parents any longer.

In fact, you weren’t exactly sure you were interested in a partner anymore. The clock would hit thirty any moment now, and the math of falling in love, getting married, having kids, and still heading a successful company no longer seemed to be adding up. You didn’t know how exactly to tell your sweet parents who were the picture of domestic bliss that they’d probably have to give up on the idea of grandchildren, and consider raising puppies instead.

Regardless, for the time being, you could still bother to meet this stranger for dinner.

There’s a clasp seal envelope atop your dresser - a portfolio that had been left on your desk by your father’s assistant at the beginning of the week - that still seems entirely too formal for the process. This is matchmaking, not a job application, was the first thought that came to mind once you realized the envelope held a set of photos, a resume and an admittedly curt but formally written statement reminiscent of a cover letter.

Ushijima Wakatoshi, the signature at the bottom of the letter read in an extremely neat script. He must be particularly organized and detail-oriented.

There were two pictures, one that looked almost like a passport photo and the other much more relaxed, where he was dressed casually in a t-shirt and pressed jeans, standing with his arms crossed beside a redheaded man whose smile was wide and infectious, his arm around his neck. You wondered if he picked those photos himself. 

You’d perused the first photo much more carefully because you could see more of his face. He’s quite handsome, you’d admitted, the faintest warmth in your cheeks, but he seemed awfully uptight. For one, the look on his face was very neutral, not bothering to smile. He was clean shaven and his hair was close cropped at the edges, a woody brown that paired well with serious olive eyes. You wondered if he ever laughed out loud, and what he looked like when he did.

The taxi driver is prompt and waiting outside of the high-rise in which you live by the time you make your way down the elevator. The click of your heels is loud on the tile as you make your way past the revolving doors. As you slip into the back of the car, you wonder if you’re dressed too professionally. You may have forgone the women’s pantsuit, but you’re still wearing a feminine pantsuit-esque ensemble in a creamy beige - pink would have seemed too ditzy, white would have seemed a bit too innocent (not to mention risky) and yellow too juvenile.

You’re not sure why you’re thinking so hard about this, but really years of paying attention to your appearance in public, not being taken seriously because you’re pretty and young and your personality is more bubbly than bossy puts you on your guard, especially when it comes to first impressions.

The location appears to be an upscale sushi restaurant, the type that you have to call ahead for months to get a reservation unless you have some kind of special arrangement with the owner. A staff member checks you in and brings you to the back to a private room, and as you pass through the dimly lit hallway, clutching your purse a little too securely, a scene from a yakuza movie comes to mind.

“Your room, madam,” the young man nods and motions you to enter a room that is brightly lit enough that it is almost blinding, large and round as though you were in a fishbowl yourself. You look up and notice that even the ceiling is curved. Elaborate paintings hang off the wall. 

He’s not here.

You glance at the attendant and he raises his eyebrows as though he is expecting you to say something. You must look surprised, and continue to look so as you remove your shoes to sit at one of the thin mattresses set before the low table.

You wish you’d worn stockings perhaps, tucking your bare feet beneath you in a casual seiza position. You can’t recall the last time you’ve been this traditional/formal, and the thought of a man you barely know already knowing what your feet look like bare bothers you just a bit. 

The attendant pours water and then tea for two wordlessly and slips out of the room. 

Your heart pounds once you’re finally alone. Why is this so intense? 

You fidget nervously with the thin silver necklace you are wearing, looking for a menu. There is none so far. Just square plates, both chopsticks and forks (odd for sushi, you think), and a steaming cup of tea set right next to a sweltering crystal glass of ice cold water. Opposites.

For a fleeting moment, you actually wonder for once if this man will like you. 

“My apologies, Ms. ___.”

You’re startled by a rich voice, a tiny gasp revealing that you’re more spooked than you realize, and your eyes shift towards the direction of the sound to see what looks like your date finally arriving in a hurry. 

You instinctively readjust yourself onto your knees to look formal, then realize you should probably stand instead, but before you can get up he waves you to sit back down, now settling down himself across from you.

“I had intended to arrive early but quite a few things happened at the company to make that unfeasible.”

He said this while removing a suit jacket in a way that was in no way intended to be sexy, not at all, then let out what sounded like a single, semi-nervous chuckle. 

Wordlessly, you replied with a nod, transfixed as you compared photography to reality. The photos didn’t do him justice, not at all. The suit jacket was picked up quickly by a waiter who you had forgotten was still in the room.

Ushijima extended an arm to you across the table, intending to shake your hand.

“Did you wait long?” He asks as you shakily take his hand for a handshake that consumes your hand almost entirely in his large one.

You shake your head, then embarrassed when you realize you aren’t using your voice, and add, “No, I didn’t wait long...”

“Are you hungry?” He replies, quickly. Your instinct is to say no, no you didn’t need anything, especially not from him, but you are pretty sure your stomach would growl loudly any minute now, and you’d only look like a fool. 

Ushijima glances at the waiter, who finally hands the two of you menus.

“Please order anything you like.”

You look down, swallowing hard again, and for a moment it is difficult to focus on the unnecessarily elaborate handwriting on the menu.

Something about him already grates on your nerves and you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what. You could forgive people for being late, and you were used to people being a little forward, but something about the way he was both familiar and unfamiliar in the way he spoke to you seemed to veer into patronizing behavior. 

Why wasn’t he nervous? Every man you’d sat across from in the past half a year had just a little waver in their voice when they spoke to you at some point, even those who had started off boasting their fancy degrees and their villas and their large bank accounts. 

But he sits perfectly still, all broad shoulders, gently wafting cologne, and a gaze that is both disconcerting and impartial, so you don’t know what to think. 

When you look up from the menu to him, his eyes are still heavily focused on you, and you can’t really fault him. There’s nothing else to look at in this room, after all.

You take this opportunity to tease him. No man has ever intimidated you before and this one is no different.

“Are you going to order anything? I barely saw you look at the menu.” Your voice is light and coquettish and it implies, all you’re doing is staring at me.

“I already know my order. I’ve been here enough times,” he replies, immune to the playfulness in your voice. You watch him roll up his sleeves as he answers, and take note of the shape of his hands as he takes a sip of tea.

Maybe you’re the one staring.

“Would you like a recommendation?” He offers as he sets the cup down. 

You shake your head no, and wonder again why you’re making gestures instead of talking. He smiles as though he can read your mind.

Once the waiter takes your orders and leaves the room, you’re left in silence, facing your would-be partner. It’s a stalemate of sorts and you lose, asking the first personal question.

But you ask it semi-clinically, refusing to lose the upper hand. You’re not sure why there’s an upper hand, but there is, and it will be yours.

“I read a little about your company before arriving. You gave me quite a few details, which I appreciated,” you state, turning your head to the side politely to take a sip of tea yourself. “You’ve done very well for yourself as CEO,” you add.

His eyes don’t crinkle from the flattery. “My employees do great work at all levels so it’s only natural that there would be positive growth,” he replies matter-of-factly.

You smile politely, but this answer doesn’t give you very much information about him. He’s shifting the success away from him, you remark, however he accepts the compliment as though expected. Is this genuine humility or arrogance?

You lean very slightly forward, just enough to see if he’ll take the opportunity to glance down your blouse, as other suitors have invariably done. He doesn’t, and you proceed to ask the next question.

“What do you do outside of work?”

His eyebrows raise, and you wonder if it’s because he realizes you are pretending you didn’t read that section on his application, but he answers anyway.

“I don’t have very much free time, as you are probably aware, but I garden and paint. And of course, I like to keep fit through team sports.”

A quick look at him makes that last part quite clear. You clear your throat slightly and then it is silent again. It’s not exactly an uncomfortable silence, but it’s not comfortable either.

Just as you wonder why he isn’t asking you any questions, he suddenly speaks up.

“Pardon me if this sounds inappropriate, but you’re beautiful. Why would you need a matchmaking service?”

You’re taken aback, and while your brain is scrambling for understanding of what his intentions are, he adjusts his sitting position so that he’s cross-legged with both hands on his knees and lets out a sigh before continuing.

“You’re also accomplished and clearly articulate. I don’t imagine you’d have trouble finding a partner through more organic means.”

It seems like there are a million butterflies that suddenly inhabit the small space in the pit of your stomach. Again, you’re at a loss for words, something that is rare for someone as opinionated and cordially fierce as you.

Should you be offended? It’s almost as though he’s asking what’s wrong with you?

He asks frankly, “Why a blind date?”

You want to ask him the same question, but you hear the waiter return and you fall silent, letting the butterflies in your stomach die down.

---

“I-is this the first time - ah - you’ve done this?”

You’re no longer laid out on the tatami like you were just an hour earlier, Ushijima nibbling on your lower lip and your collarbones instead of the overpriced, high-quality fish that sat atop your table, but now laid under him, spread eagle save for the hands you use to hold on to his shoulders as he slowly and deliberately thrusts inside you. 

Your voice is breathy and catches in your throat every time he moves, but you have to know. How often has he ended up like this?

The heat that fills your whole body now isn’t just from the shame of letting a stranger fondle your body in an upscale restaurant, it’s because Ushijima somehow knows exactly where and how to touch you, as though he’s always known. His fingers have traveled your body like a hiker on a well-beaten path, from the softness behind your earlobes to your squishy center and back, and now have settled into a hold that is firm yet gentle on your hips. 

When he replies “no” with immense honesty, his mouth sinks into the crook of your neck and he goes just deep enough that you don’t have time to factor this new information into your impression of him.

So instead you savor the thickness that fills you and the strength that holds you close, the soft grunts that fill your ears before they get drowned out by your equally loud whimpers and moans.

---

You don’t spend the night, partially out of shame that Ushijima bedded you so quickly and partially because you have a full schedule for the next morning. The parting of ways is brief and awkward and you seem to feel it more acutely than he does.

“I enjoyed our time, Miss ___,” he offers. You’ve dressed up faster than he has so you find yourself unwittingly ogling at the expanse of his sculpted chest and the flex of his muscles as he redresses. You’re almost sad to see him cover up.

You nod and walk out of the room, trying your best to hide the fact that your legs feel far too wobbly to be walking on these heels.

---

“Miss ____?”

Your eyes widen as you realize you’ve been daydreaming through a meeting with the board of trustees and now the wrinkled old men who hated the fact that your father thrust you into leadership you “didn’t deserve” are staring at you with disgruntled expressions.

“Oh, um,” you think quickly, recalling where the presentation left off and glancing quickly at the notes you’d jotted down on a notepad before wondering why Ushijima hadn’t called or texted since you met two weeks ago.

“Um?” The most senior of the group repeats, and your stomach turns for a moment before you steel yourself. He bares his teeth every time he’s displeased with you and you get the impression of an ancient and disgruntled wolf. 

You clear your throat loudly, and settle back in your chair, crossing your legs and your arms over your chest.

“I have some disagreements with the current approach, but I’ll start with the pertinent positives,” you start.

---

“Was the sex at least good?”

Your best friend from high school glances at you briefly, as you face forward on the Peloton you are riding side by side with her. She’s much less out of shape than you are given that she also is your personal trainer and thus rides hers effortlessly, taking some time to wait for you to respond.

You begrudgingly say yes.

“Wow, for once someone dropped you before you could drop them!” She teases in a sing-song voice. You would slap her on the shoulder if she was close enough and if you weren’t out of breath. It stings just a little bit that you’ve heard nothing from him nor the matchmaking company and don’t have a good response to tell your parents aside from I guess we didn’t click.

“He’s missing out, though.”

“Yeah, no shit,” you huff, and cycle faster. No hard feelings.

---

Scratch that, there were absolutely going to be hard feelings now that he was not just fucking with you but also with your livelihood.

Admittedly, it was strange that despite the fact that your companies had never crossed paths until now despite working in the same consumer domain but this was unacceptable.

You’d opened an email that had just slipped into your peripheral vision as you worked on reviewing a couple of interns’ executive summaries, only to find that Ushijima might have just royally fucked you over.

A curt email from a crucial business partner read,

We apologize but we’ve decided to move forward with Ushijima Industries instead. I understand that this is last minute, but we believe that it will be mutually beneficial to discontinue our relationship at this point in time.

Your blood boiled. What the fuck was this?

Your phone rang, one of your team leaders calling immediately and likely looking at the email at the same time you were. He apologized profusely.

“What happened?”

“It seems like they just showed up and offered twice as much as we offered them last minute.”

This bastard. Then in a moment of horror, you wondered if this was your fault, if you had blabbed a little while slightly tipsy off of sake, and revealed that you had this acquisition in the works.

Voice smaller now, you asked, “So we can’t do anything to woo them back?”

“No, I don’t think so. I just have to make sure our other deal doesn’t fall through,” the slightly frantic man answered, the sounds of keyboard keys clicking rapidly heard in the background of the call. 

“Okay, thank you for your hard work,” you stated. “I’ll see what I can do,” you replied with a click. 

Maybe calling someone who’d ghosted you as you drove home, fuming and irritated, wasn’t the best idea, but you needed to confront him somehow. The idea of being bested in more ways than one was too much to bear.

The phone rang once, twice, then three times, and you were getting angrier with every tone through the car speaker. You hung up in frustration.

How embarrassing.

You made it home still irritated, indulging yourself in a relaxing bath to quell your anger. By the time you had soaked for close to an hour, you were mad at yourself for reacting impulsively and now having your number in his phone as a missed call… if he recognized it anyway.

It turns out he did.

“Ms. ___, did you call me earlier? I wasn’t able to make it to the phone in time.”

His voice was even lower on the phone, a slightly gravelly quality making you wonder if he’d actually been napping or just had a smoke. You couldn’t imagine him doing either of these things.

“What kind of game are you playing, Mr. Ushijima?”

There was a bit of hesitation on the phone, and you let out a sardonic laugh once he replied, as expected, “What?”

“How did you know about that deal other than what I told you?”

He paused again, and you too, stood still, a towel wrapped around your still dripping body.

“I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he then said, carefully. “I, uh… assume you were calling about something else.”

You grit your teeth. What the fuck else? The fact that he sounded genuinely confused only served to aggravate you further.

“Did you or did you not use the information I gave you to intercept my deal with MNY?”

Finally the lightbulb went on.

“Oh, that was you. Hm.”

If you’d been talking in person, you probably would have slapped him at this point. Or at least considered it.

“I didn’t know you were our competitor in that aspect. I… probably would have reconsidered if I had known.”

“Excuse me?”

That tone of over-familiarity, patronizing… the care when you’re not supposed to care was back and you realized you regretted this phone call. 

“How would it be any different? Are you implying that you’d let me win?”

“No, of course not, I…” He trailed off. “Would you like to come over to my apartment and talk? I can give you my address, I would rather talk in person.”

Why? So I can get over there and end up fucking you again?

“I respectfully decline,” you answered curtly, and hung up, tossing your phone onto your bed and letting out an aggravated sigh. 

---

The next morning, you leave an early executive meeting only to find that your office had been overrun with flowers between the hours of 7 to 8 am.

There are yellow roses, stating admiration, spilling out of an oversized bouquet on your desk and a separate bouquet of light red carnations and white camellias that imply that he finds you ‘adorable’. A white card is placed in the yellow bouquet, and on it is written Ushijima’s neat script - you realize it’s from him before you even finish reading the note.

I would like to see you again. Please accept my call around 6 pm.

Respectfully, 

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Your hands hover over the wastebasket in your room with the flowers in your arms, but instead you sigh, and stuff them behind you on your shelf. At least you won’t have to see them while you work, but they’re pretty. They’re clearly bought from a floral shop, but you recall that he had said he gardened in his free time.

Ushijima calls promptly at 6 pm and you let it ring twice before deciding to block his number just as he’s calling. Something about the action is satisfying. 

You can’t be won over with a couple of flowers and kind words. Women aren’t as easily swayed as he may think.

---

It’s another Friday, and surprisingly you haven’t been contacted for a blind date, whether it’s by your parents or the matchmaking service they’ve subscribed you to.

Maybe they’d gotten the message after you’d been ghosted that you were tired of this game. Maybe they were giving you a break. Maybe they’d run out of potential suitors. You were surprised, but not upset.

Ushijima had truly gotten under your skin.

After blocking his call, there were no more attempts at contact for the rest of the week. The only thing left to consider was that if you ever crossed paths in your careers, you would pay him back for snatching your investor. 

And snatching your dignity in the process.

It was about 4 pm and most of the employees were wrapping up their tasks for the day. You usually aimed to have everyone out by 5, especially on Friday so this was boding well. 

“Hey, Madam President, are you okay with an add-on?” You hear your secretary call from outside your door.

“Oh, I mean, I guess but-”

She’s already letting Ushijima through the door.

You smile sweetly, maintaining professional behavior as best you can, while your secretary leads him to an armchair across from you, up until she exits, your expression souring the moment she closes the door.

“Mr. Ushijima, what are you doing in my office?”

He’s settled into the chair so comfortably that it feels as though you’re in his office, not your own. He’s dressed more casually than he was at the restaurant, no suit jacket, just a brown V-neck sweater over a dress shirt that almost seems too tight and a pair of chinos. He’s also wearing a pair of glasses, which is new. 

You hate that he looks good.

“Apologizing and requesting your company.”

He looks at you sincerely, his hands clasped together in his lap. You narrow your eyes.

“Please leave.”

He actually frowns, and the small action actually surprises you. 

“Do you actually want me to leave or are you still upset about the investor? Because if it’s that, we can make an arrangement-”

“No, I’m upset because you did that after not following up after our one night stand!” You finally blurt out, then bite your lip realizing you might have said too much.

“I… got busy.”

“Busy screwing me over?” You quip.

He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture.

“I didn’t call because I thought you didn’t like me.”

You’re a little stunned by this reply, then decide you don’t believe him. What was there not to like? At least at that point he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Why would you think that?”

His hands leave his hair again and rest on his knees. You notice it seems like a default position for him. 

“I’ve been referred to as ‘stiff’. It’s great at work but not great for relationships.”

Ushijima’s brutal honesty is again sending you for a loop. You raise an eyebrow, bidding him to continue. Your arms uncross and you rest your elbows on the table.

“So…?”

“So usually by the time I’ve had sex with someone, it’s all they’re after. And since you didn’t call, I assumed even the sex wasn’t good.”

You unwittingly burst into laughter. Here was this successful, attractive man with a perfect pedigree who was insecure about how good he was in bed?

His eyebrows furrow, and you recollect yourself, realizing that this is a bit cruel.

“You could have sent a text,” you murmur.

“I’m bad at starting conversations.”

You stifle another laugh. “So you just don’t?” You tease. It’s gently mocking but mostly incredulous. It seems that he’s the opposite of the confident man he appears to be.

“That’s why I got excited when you called but then you were upset.”

You purse your lips.

“I promise I didn’t intend to put you in a bad situation,” Ushijima insists.

You sigh, then offer him a small smile. “Are you normally this persistent?”

He glances at the flowers that are only partially hidden from view, which makes your face warm up bashfully, and then looks right back at you.

“No. I just like you.”

Again with the directness, a confidence that is effortless, even when he’s not confident at all.

You don’t want to melt but you do. So instead you rise and clear your desk, stuffing a few items into your handbag as you prepare to leave. He watches, unsure of what you’re up to, sitting still as you walk around towards him and place your hand lightly on his shoulder.

Your body faces the door, but you turn to the side to look at him and grin.

“I’m done with work for today. Take me out.”

---

A couple months later...

“Fuck, you’re - ah - they’re gonna know, I-” Your voice morphs into a mewl instead once his ring finger reaches just the right spot; you’re squirming as much as possible under his touch but he has you laid back on your work desk with both ankles rested on his shoulders and his weight leaning onto you to essentially keep you in place.

“Move your hands,” Ushijima whispers in a hushed tone, leaning in to kiss between your breasts as he readjusts your legs atop him. His pants are down and his cock is already up and ready, the base and swollen balls rubbing against your wet cunt that you are desperately trying to protect from his intrusion. You know there’s absolutely no way you’ll stay quiet when he’s pounding the shit out of you, he likes it entirely too rough, and the walls are thin. You don’t listen, continuing to reach for his hands to swat them away from you.

There’s a part of you that is almost certain that at the very least your secretary knows that every time Ushijima comes for a ‘meeting’, it really is just to fuck the shit out of you before you leave together for the evening, or to relax you right before you once again have to defend your dad’s establishment of you as Company President.

This isn’t a good look.

“I-I can’t…” you whine.

“You can,” he assures you.

He gently kisses your face before prying your hands out of the way and keeping them pinned up against you with one hand and guiding his trajectory with the other before sinking inside of you. You moan at the breach of your privates and he quickly presses his lips to yours to swallow the sound.

Once he’s bottomed out, he rolls his hips, and soon you start to see white once you climax, clenching and cumming around him.

“T-Toshi!” You moan his name, and he clasps a large hand around your mouth before continuing, picking up the pace as he fucks you through your orgasm. He can’t deny that he likes the fact that you’re noisy, that the fact that the heavy desk he’s fucking you against is making a squeaky noise that suggests he’s really putting some force behind these strokes, and that if anyone could see the two of you now, it could be an issue for both of your corporations. Misconduct, they would call it.

He doesn’t care and while you act like you do, you don’t really care either. 

When he lets go of your wrists to use the edge of the desk as leverage and tilts backwards, you scream in pleasure, a terribly obvious sound, and it’s enough to have him tip over and spill into you with a groan. He collapses onto you and the two of you almost slip onto the floor, but don’t; you wrap your arms around him. 

Your hair is disheveled and so is his, and your legs are sticky with sweat and cum. You sigh, letting him soften inside you and stroke his hair.

“You’re getting me in trouble,” you murmur, and he lets out a breathy laugh.

“We don’t really have to answer to anyone, do we?” He replies with a smirk, and pecks you one more time on the lips.

He’s right - only you two are a match for each other.

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