#Virtual Webcam

[filehulk]

AlterCam

AlterCam for Windows offers a range of webcam effects and tools. It provides live effects and supports recording from various sources, including virtual ones, with the ability to switch between webcams seamlessly. You can record streams, save them as files, and capture snapshots, which can include screenshots or short clips of recent activity. Beyond basic webcam access, AlterCam enhances your…

[sniffanimal]

I think any situation where you're web conferencing, for any reason, should be done in VRchat with custom avatars. every shareholder meeting, training simulation, or disciplinary HR meeting should be held in a space where there's a vocaloid using tts, an intricate fursona model, a mii, and rouge the bat as wide as she is tall

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

One of the lotr mtg decks my brother and I have is the sam and frodo partner commander deck which like. Literally Yaoi moment. they’re ur co-commanders.

Also I like the deck bc I prefer strategies where I just take the loss of life and then regain it via food or card effects rather than sacrificing creatures

[quaranmine]

Book Reviews with Quara

Since I keep talking about audiobooks, now I want to do a sort of mini book review of the books I've read since starting to "seriously" pick up reading again last year. Also I just like typing about things. I'm skipping Fire Season by Philip Connors and Last Chance to See by Douglas Adams because I've spoken about them already. Keep in mind I am not super-super critical of reading material; generally if I enjoyed it I'm giving 5 stars. If I disliked it though I get a lot more critical because then I want to start analyzing what didn't work for me. Now go forth and learn about what my reading taste is when I'm not reading/writing angsty mcyt fanfic!

Books I loved, aka 5 stars:

Cold Storage by David Koepp

This was the first book I checked out from Libby and it was a banger. I am still trying to replicate that high tbh. When I gave my mom access to my library card in Libby (her rural library has nothing and my city library has everything) I made her check it out too. The narration on the audiobook is fantastic. My mom raved about the narration and basically says she doesn't want to check anything out that wasn't as good--regularly her reviews to me are "good narrator, not as good as that Cold Storage book" lmao. You may know David Koepp as the guy who wrote the Jurassic Park screenplay. This is his first novel.

It's about a mutated fungus that is a sci-fi version of the very real Ophiocordyceps unilateralis, which is more commonly known as the zombie-ant fungus. In this book, a version of Cordyceps can infect all lifeforms, including humans, and has been locked away deep in a former US military vault that has since been sold and converted into an underground storage facility. The plot follows two unlikely protags who work in the storage facility, as well as the two retired military people who are the only ones to have seen the fungi in action, as they try to prevent it from being released into the world. It's funny, horrifying, and gory.

They are making a movie of this book. The release date is tentatively 2024, but I worry about it because I have heard so little news on it. They did do filming though. I have high hopes because they cast Joe Keery as a main character, which I think is perfect casting for the guy in question. I have low hopes because they cast Liam Neeson, a white man, as a character who was originally Hispanic and (as I just noticed while writing this) changed the character's name to be more white. Ugh. Who is Robert Quinn and what did you do with Roberto Diaz???????

Dark Matter by Blake Crouch

What if you got kidnapped and woke up in a parallel world where everybody knew who you were, but they think you're someone else? What if you're just a quantum physics professor, but this other version of you is a successful theoretical researcher? What if your wife never married you in this universe, and your son was never born? How do you get back home? This book is constantly pulling out interesting new questions, twists, and places to explore. Also I liked that while it does feature romance pretty prominently, it's about a guy who just really loves his wife of 15 years and wants to see her again. I just like it when men love their wives.

Also, a fair amount of Goodreads reviews poke fun at this author for having way too much fun hitting the enter key on his keyboard, but since I listened to the audiobook I never had to deal with any annoying formatting choices lol

I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

I feel like we all know about this one already, tbh. If you don't, heavy tw for child abuse and eating disorders. Tread carefully. It's worth it though if you are confident you won't get triggered. If you haven't read it I recommend the audiobook specifically because Jennette narrates it herself and that gives the book so much extra. It was a 6 hour audiobook and I was gripped by it all day.

Wrong Place Wrong Time by Gillian McAllister

BACKWARDS TIMELOOP BABEYY!!! This one was great. It's about a Mom who witnesses her teenage son kill a man. Every day she wakes up in the past again until she can solve why this happened, the mystery leading up to it that entangles her family, and try to prevent it. First she ways up the day before, then two days, then three, then a two weeks, then a few months, then a few years--until her son hasn't even been born yet. I enjoyed it. Also a plus for British accent narrator (can you tell I'm American....)

A Rip Through Time by Kelley Armstrong

This one was fun. I checked it out because it was longish and I had to drive like 8 hrs roundtrip for a work trip, so I listened to this the entire way. It's about a (Canadian) woman named Mallory who was a police detective in the modern day, who gets attacked while out for a jog in Edinburgh, Scotland. The attacker strangles her and she goes unconscious. When she wakes up, however, she finds herself in someone else's body--in the Victorian era. She's now a 19 year old housemaid, and has to adapt as quickly as possible to avoid suspicion. She quickly finds out that she works for a man named Dr. Duncan Gray, who is a medical examiner. And there's a person who's been murdered in a very similar way to how Mallory herself was attacked. And she's quickly finding out that the person who's body she's in was not well-liked.

My favorite part about this one is the emphasis it has on early forensics in Victorian Scotland. Dr. Gray is a fantastic character and it is so interesting to see him doing his lil cutting-edge forensics research (which Mallory, being educated in modern times, wants desperately to help him with.) Also the narrator, while being Canadian, does Scottish accents for all the Scottish characters. I'm not the best person to ask as someone who isn't Scottish but I thought the accents sounded pretty good lol

Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone by Benjamin Stevenson

My mom recommended this one to me. It's also a lot of fun. The title is, mostly, accurate. Ernest Cunningham (protag) is a writer, who mostly creates how-to books for mystery novelists he sells on Amazon. No, he doesn't write mysteries, he just writes the how-to books. But he's very well-versed in the "rules" of how to write a classic mystery! He promises that, as the narrator of this story, he will always be an entirely reliable narrator. The book itself is obviously fiction but within the narrative of the book, it is being told like a nonfiction account of something that the main character is writing down. This book is sort of a bottle mystery--strange murders while everyone is snowed in at a ski resort during a family reunion, anyone? The main character is funny and breaks the fourth wall often. I am convinced that there is a separate audiobook specific version since the narration within the book references it being an audiobook. The main character will be like "so, you probably realize this isn't the real killer, since we still have 4 hours of the book left to listen to" lol. I almost want to check out a print copy of this to see if the text is different.

Starter Villain by John Scalzi

First one on the list that I didn't listen to as an audiobook. Honestly, I probably read this book in 4 hours flat. Three of those hours just dead-focused while on a plane (with the book's hold expiring as soon as I landed and took my phone off airplane mode.)

I don't really know how to explain this one. I don't think I understood what it was about until I actually got like 4 chapters in and then I couldn't stop. It's just off-the wall ridiculous. There are talking cats. There are dolphins that want to unionize. There is a volcano lair. There are explosions and assasination attempts. There is a reasonably bleakly accurate capitalist picture of what "villainy" means in our world. There is a poor main character in over his head as he learns he's inherited all this from an uncle he never saw. This book is like...satire comedy. Comedy and outlandish but you're also depressed about billionaires a little while reading it.

Books I thought were Okay (3-4 stars but actually I gave both these 4 stars I think)

The Poisoner's Ring by Kelley Armstrong

The second book to the book I mentioned above. Honestly, I remember very well what the first book was about (i typed the summary by memory) but I have trouble remembering specifics about this one. It's a bit too long as well, at 14 hours. I don't have anything bad to say about it, I just didn't enjoy it quite as much as the first one.

But honestly I do remember it was still a good time. I just really like Dr Gray as a character and the setting, early forensic science focus, etc. These books are also setting up to be an EXTREME slow burn romance between Gray and Mallory, which I don't mind. (Literally by book 2 the most we have is that she thinks he's attractive, so at this rate it will take us 3 more books to get anywhere lol.) I will be checking out the 3rd book when it is released this spring.

Someone Else's Shoes by Jojo Moines

Also a book that suffered from being too long. It's a 12 hour audiobook but I think that it could have been 8 or 9 hours and gotten the same point across. My mom recommended this to me. It's narrated by Daisy Ridley, who does a good job. I enjoyed it, but I also started to feel like I really wanted it to be done?

Also unsure how to describe this one. Slightly-contrived-but-cute plot about how a bag switch up in a gym connects two women's stories. One is a, frankly quite annoying, American woman who married rich but has now been completely cut off from her money (and even passport) by her ex-husband who's cheating on her with a younger woman. One is a British woman with low self-esteem and a bad job who is struggling to keep her family afloat while her husband suffers from severe depression. I think my favorite was a side character named Jasmine who brought light to every scene imo.

Books I disliked (2 stars but after writing this review I almost want to make it 1 star)

Aurora by David Koepp

David I really believed in you after Cold Storage. But imo, this book isn't it. It throws away every interesting part of its apocalypse-level plot to focus on the characters. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love a good character-focused plot, except I never connected with anyone in the book. I just kind of didn't enjoy any of them. This is a story that is supposed to be about a solar flare taking out all electricity and communications for most of the world. And it only covers like a few days after the disaster AND THEN TIME SKIPS LIKE 8 MONTHS UNTIL EVERYTHING IS HAPPILY SOLVED NEIGHBORHOOD UTOPIA STYLE. I'm sorry????? Assuming I can believe that this little suburban Illinois cul-de-sac has managed to set up subsistence farming in a few months and is living perfectly happily, why would you....not show me how that happened.....

Also the "everything fits together" character moment at the end felt unearned. I was like yeah, okay, I guess this slots together. But the author didn't earn that moment for me. Instead of connecting with the characters and the plot and getting invested I felt like I was just being....told that everything worked out?? Or told that this was an important moment instead of actually Feeling the moment? It's hard to explain but I was like ok great thanks let's all go home now.

Sigh. I just can't get over the whole "throwing away the most interesting part of your setting" part. Again. Why would you spend a significant time setting up the science and how much of a disaster the solar flare is and then not show any of the characters figuring out how to survive it long-term....?

Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt

This book has such a high rating. It's very popular right now. It took me like 12 weeks of waiting for my hold to come up, and that's with the library having 7 copies.

It is, supposedly, about a smart octopus named Marcellus who helps an elderly lady solve the mystery of her son's disappearance at sea when he was a teenager.

In practice, it is about one minute at a time of Marcellus (the best part of the book) and extended sections of characters that I don't care about at all. I assume all the pieces of the story were supposed to come together later, but I was just highly bored. I was so bored that I DNF'd at 25% when my hold was up. I do not care enough to wait weeks to check it out again. Based on the one star reviews I read, the characters I didn't like did not develop into better people later and remained similarly annoying. Now, I don't need characters to be good people of course. But I do expect to be interested in them. I still don't know how the son's disappearance factors in because I felt like I heard barely anything about the supposed main character woman.

I feel vindicated because my coworker also checked out the book and told me a few weeks ago that she was at 50% and there still wasn't anything happening in the plot. I will ask her tomorrow if she finished it or not and if it ever got better.

Write an entire book for Marcellus the octopus and I'll check it out...

Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn

This book had so much potential. It's about a group of four women who were formerly assasins but are now retiring at 60. To celebrate retirement, they go on a cruise and then realize that they're the new targets for assasination, presumably because they know too much about the organization that used to employ them.

In execution....very meh. I actually had a Libby glitch on this one, where I think I missed about 1.5 hrs of narration total because the book skipped twice. I have no concept of which parts I missed. What I do know is that, the book was already so cobbled together before the first skip that I didn't realize I had missed anything until the end. Like sure, parts didn't make sense, but I was ready to accept that it was just Like That since the rest of the book was like that. After reading a bunch of reviews of this book I am convinced that there is NO way that all of its flaws can be explained by me missing a small part. After all, I did listen to 8.5 hours of it still.

The characters never felt their age to me. I felt like they either acted like they were 80 or 90, or like they were 20. It just seemed odd to me. The characters also felt very 2D, like the author wrote down three traits per person and called it good. There's a younger woman who appears to know the main character and conveniently helps the group, but I literally never figured out where their relationship originated or how they knew each other. Maybe I missed that too. By the end of the book I still didn't know who anyone was and couldn't remember which person was the main character. The plot jumped around to new locations constantly and often with little transition--this happened even on the parts where I definitely didn't get a skipping glitch. The main villain was a guy I literally had barely heard anything of til that point, although perhaps he came up in the 1.5 hrs I missed. They described the same painting in excruciating detail THREE separate times. It was...too feminist? Feminist in a contrived way where I have to be reminded every 5 minutes the characters are women? Like, I know, I am reading a story about women. Please don't mention it several times a chapter. There are ethical and moral considerations about their profession and chosen organization that never really get given the weight required. There was a love interest for the main character that I hadn't heard of once until he was introduced like an hour from the end--maybe I missed more about him in the parts I skipped? Unknown.

ANNND THAT'S ALL FOLKS!!!

[wgch]

How Technology is Revolutionizing Virtual Intimacy in Real-Time

In the digital age, the boundaries between physical and virtual intimacy are blurring. More people are exploring real-time connections online — not just for communication, but for genuine emotional and sensual interaction.

As platforms evolve, so does the way we form relationships. Real-time chat technologies, webcam interfaces, and immersive interaction spaces have become powerful tools for building deeper digital connections. But what is powering this evolution? How do these platforms work behind the scenes?

In this in-depth article, we explore:

✅ How real-time platforms are built technically ✅ What makes them different from static profile-based services ✅ Why users are migrating to interactive spaces ✅ And how this shift is shaping modern virtual intimacy

If you’re curious about the technology behind virtual adult communication, and where it's headed next — this read is for you.

👉 Explore the full article here

Whether you're a tech enthusiast, digital intimacy researcher, or simply interested in the evolution of connection, this article offers a fresh perspective.

[writers-dilemma]

Virtual coelacanth webcam Wednesday

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[majustudiosco]

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[radiantindia]

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[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Hacker × GN Reader , drabble

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

Yan! Hacker who jerks off to the live video of you touching yourself while watching some porn from the website. You should have unplugged the webcam from your PC darling, you never know who is currently watching you through it right?

Yan! Hacker who knows just what kind of videos you enjoy watching. He has your whole browser history, including the porn sites you visit every time you feel sexually frustrated.

Yan! Hacker who does feel a pang of guilt for doing these to you, tapping and hacking all your stuff just to satiate his needs. Oh gosh, look at you wearing that flimsy shirt, he can see your nipples perking through!

Yan! Hacker who wishes he could just visit you and rail you dumb just like what the people are doing in the video. You really like vocal men huh? As much as he is the silent type, he could try grunting or letting his moans slip if you'd just let him slip his cock inside you!

Yan! Hacker who has everything on record, the video of you touching yourself including the audio where you are whimpering at your own touch. Oh, you look so ravishing and adorable! He feels the need to blackmail you just to see your face pale up for fun but that would be a boomerang for him because you'd shut yourself.

Yan! Hacker who won't stop jerking off even though you are long wasted already. No, he still wants more. The old recordings could help him while he watches you sleep, pleased after your previous masturbation.

Yan! Hacker who zooms the video until it's pixelated just to get a close-up of your sleeping figure, his tip smearing the screen with his precum as his hand pumps his shaft fastly, audio of you moaning playing in his headset.

Yan! Hacker who wishes he could just fuck your mouth as you dazed away in your sleep. His hand will play with your nipple while the other hand strokes your hair, he knows you like it when people stroke your hair after all.

Yan! Hacker who trembles as he thinks of the audio playing in his headset as you moan into his ears, his hand as your hand, and the video as you yourself.

"Fucking take it all..."

Yan! Hacker who cums right into the screen, he'll clean the mess later but for now, he wants you all to himself virtually. He will play another video of you, this time in a different setting. Just how many hidden cameras has he set inside your place?

Yan! Hacker who contemplates whether he should just make things easier by confessing to you or keep things as it is. It's not like he doesn't have a chance, judging by how you hump the pillow while moaning his name out.

'Seth, Seth...'

Yan! Hacker who will for sure fuck you dumb the moment the two of you become official. The bed will be creaking until the sun rises and you'll need to change your bedsheet again unless you want to sleep on a damp, smelly bed. As much as he'd like to just fuck you raw, he's still considerate enough to slip on the condom from future problems.

"God, what the fuck are you Seth? A stallion? We've been doing this for hours!" You yelled at him while you stuff your mouth with your pillow, his cock hammering into you with his hand spanking your ass every once in a while.

"I'm no stuck in like you said," right, you once teased him for being a disgusting otaku back when the two of you were transmigrated into that damn game, "seems like you are the hikikomori here? How adorable ♡"

Yan! Hacker might not look like it but he's actually a fit figure, not to mention one of his favorite sports being basketball because of his friend.

[sugaryfresca]

Filler words for users

sugary dolle/dollita/doll tint nerdy dalgi scented

portrait magazine mango(any fruit) pouty jpg mind

sacrifice y2k lilacs horrid decay poet webcam

sweet fresca her/his/my muncher casket virtual

dream ruin vamp 2005(ur birth year) lace vilez

mini skirt/skrt corset bunny/bunni/bun/bnny

jellie/jelly/jelli mochi locket flower/flwr docile

bambi miu fairy interlude soul fool pink(any color)

bratty/bratti princess/princesa miffy/miffi

gloss/glossy/glossi romance glam lolita sakura

digital taffy/taffi creme ipod/ipods star

msgs/imsg gossip print couture barbie burial

[rainrot4me]

That discord mod Ben head canon was absolutely disgusting and atrocious. PLEEEASSSSSSEEEE I NEED MORREEEEEEE PLEASSEE PLEASEPLEASEPLE🙏🙏🙏🙏🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEEESSSSSS

YESS YES YES HERE YOU ALL GO!

๑ Warning: Blowjobs, nudes, porn, masturbation, Ben being a freak

── .✦

๑ “That’s my kitten.”

Ben doesn’t call you “babe.” No, you’re his kitten—but only in DMs or whispered in voice chat when it’s just the two of you. He’ll still act cocky and detached in public, but his tone shifts real fast when it’s just you and him.

You post one cute pic, and he’s immediately in your inbox like: “Change your name to ‘Property of Ben’ or I’m leaking your Valorant stats.”

(He already knows your stats. He watches all your games. All of them.)

๑ You make BANK.

Your streams and posts go viral fast. Ben edits your clips, boosts your server, and “accidentally” leaks a couple sexy clips in his own Discord where 3,000 simps are ready to sub.

He never admits how proud he is—but you catch him lurking your merch pages, and he always pays for exclusives even though he has the originals.

“Support the grind, kitten. Now let me see the new photo set before anyone else.”

๑ Someone talks trash about you in his server.

Instabanned. IP-banned. Username hexed. Ben doesn’t tolerate disrespect in his server. Their address is smeared across 12 different chat rooms.

He screenshots everything. Sends it to you like: “This loser had 0 upvotes on their meme post and thought they could come for you? Riiiight.”

You don’t even have to lift a finger. He already cyber-obliterated them with a cursed .exe and made a meme out of their apology.

๑ Stalker drama?

Oh no. Ben makes it worse.

Someone tries stalking your socials? He hacks their camera and makes their monitor flicker with horrifying images.

They try again? Ben goes full horror show. Now their smart fridge whispers “kill yourself” at 3AM.

“What? They shouldn’t have @’d you with attitude.”

๑ Your DMs? His turf.

If someone flirts with you in your comments, you suddenly get a Discord ping:

BEN: “You said I was your one and only. Why does this loser think otherwise?”

Cue a half-joking, half-serious hour-long call where he lightly guilt-trips you into kissing him virtually while he plays your favorite game with your name as his in-game tag.

๑ He’s a freak!

Like any classic discord mod—he’s a menace to you and your body.

Buys you countless maid outfits and cat ears, all the ruffles and lace you could imagine. He gets you to call him and put on a little show, groaning and stuffing his hand down his boxers the minute you give a little spin.

Has this nasty habit of crawling through your monitor. He’ll surprise you by randomly sticking a glitched hand through to grab your hair, or sticking his face through while you’re in the middle of gameplay and kissing you.

Otherwise, sexting and horny voice calls are his favorites. Any chance he gets to watch you touch yourself through a pixelated webcam while he jerks himself silly is a good for him. He loves opening the chat to see edited nudes or raunchy outfits that his kitten has sent to him.

You’ll always have porn links or hentai gifs in your inbox with a stupid message like: “We should totally recreate this.”

Constantly changes your profile picture to the ahego girl face just because he can.

But his ultimate favorite? When he’s on a call with his mods, discussing the latest activities or chat room drama—and you’re tucked neatly under his desk with a mouthful of his cock. He’s gripping your hair, holding you to the hilt, and trying not to smile every time you gag against him. He’ll talk loud enough so nobody can hear you through the mic, but as soon as he hits the ‘end call’ button—he’s grabbing each side of your head and fucking up into your drooling mouth like no tomorrow.

“Good kitten. Mmh—there you go. Being so good for me. Gonna cum all in this pretty mouth.”

๑ But at the end of the day…

He’s on call, blanket over his head, grumbling, “I hate everyone but you.”

Makes you playlists titled things like “only u + me + the void <3” and “if you leave me I’ll crash your pc.”

꩜ .ᐟ

[luigisbambinaaa]

Zoom Into You

summary: you’re just an intern sent to assist with the set up for his virtual court hearing. Luigi Mangione is cocky, cuffed, and oh so impossible to ignore. the webcam only shows his face and what happens under the desk while the judge reads his charges is no one’s business but his. you were just supposed to help set up the webcam and mic…

cw: public but hidden sex, during court proceedings, creampie, overstimulation, hair pulling

an: this is a collab with my good friend @kikigoogoogaga , hope you enjoy!!

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you’ve barely been with the law firm in Altoona for a few months but here they have you, “Criminal Defense Law Intern” badge clipped to your small blazer.

your knees are aching from the hard tile floor as you wrestle with the tangled sea of cords under a metal desk in the new york facility.

“should i be flattered?” a manly voice drawls above you, low, raspy, and almost amused. “Dickey seriously sent a little intern with lip gloss and no clue what she’s doing?”

you’re already biting your tongue, trying not to tell him off. you’re just here to do your job: set up the webcam, test the mic, and make sure luigi knows to stays on camera. then you’re gone.

instead, you duck out from under the desk, brushing the dust from your clammy hands as you glance up. you almost immediately regret it.

Luigi Mangione looks nothing like the man from the countless images surfacing on the web. He's taller than you imagined. sharp eyebrows, intense eyes, broader too. for the moment he’s cuffed but relaxed in his seat like he owns the damn room.

you start pushing yourself up from the cold, dusty floor, already making a mental note to scrub your arms and knees raw later because it’s the kind of surface you could probably catch a disease or two from. you smooth your skirt, forcing your hands to stay steady, despite the nerves you feel. you’re just about to say, “test the mic, luigi,” but something shifts.

you look at him and your mind goes completely blank.

his eyes are already watching you, like a hawk, like he’s already got you right where he wants you. but it isn’t the usual smugness he carries, it’s quiet, a bit more casual. still, you notice the subtle hunger behind his eyes.

your throat betrays you, going dry the moment you open your mouth. and luigi watches. leaning forward slowly, cuffs clinking softly. he tilts his head in subtle curiosity, like he’s waiting for the right moment to pounce.

then, you notice his damp curls haphazardly styled, like he had just showered and his sharp gaze, already sliding down your blouse and back up like he’s assessing you.

anyway, you try to focus on the equipment. you adjust the camera, the tilt the monitor just enough to frame his upper chest and face. the rest—cuffs, fancy sweater, heat in his gaze—stay off the screen for now.

“they’ll want you standing up,” you say, voice stiff. “only your shoulders and up should be in frame.”

he lifts a brow. “standing?”

“yes.” you gesture towards the laptop high up. “it’s a standing desk. i don’t really make the rul—“

“im cuffed.”

your mouth opens, but no words come out. you glance towards the mounted security camera in the corner, its red light off. unmonitored for now.

“you’re not dangerous, are you?” you try to joke, though it comes out thin.

he grins, slow and sharp. “depends who’s asking.”

“you’re shaking.” Luigi murmurs “you nervous intern?”

you gulp almost hoping he doesn’t hear out loud it rings in your ears, “just doing my job.”

“Is that right?” he chuckles quietly to himself and his gaze that was once professional now seductive as his eyes dip down again unapologetically low “cause you’re not very good at it.”

The cuffs restrict him, sure. But they don’t make him any less imposing. He steps forward, barely inches between you now. His breath is warm, mint and something sharper, and his chest rises slowly under the snug charcoal sweater that hugs his torso like a second skin.

You step back.

He steps forward.

“You sure Dickey sent you to set up the webcam,” he murmurs, gaze flicking from your mouth to your blouse, “or was this some kind of test?”

Your back hits the cold edge of the desk.

“This facility doesn’t have surveillance in this wing, sweetheart. That little red light?” He gestures toward the camera overhead with his chin. “Dead as your poker face.”

Your voice catches in your throat. “Luigi..”

“Say my name again,” he whispers, leaning closer, “but slower this time.”

“Luigi…” you repeat, quiet this time. barely above a breath.

his smirk deepens.

he lifts his cuffed hands slowly, deliberately, and rests them on the desk beside you. the chain between his wrists rattles faintly against the metal, just enough to remind you he’s restrained. for now at least.

“you know how many hearings ive done?” he murmurs, voice low and lazy. “how many times i’ve had to sit here, silent, while men in suits talk about me like im not in the room?”

his eyes flick to yours, dark and burning. “gets boring. makes a man start craving a little…stimulation.”

you swallow hard. “Luigi, the hearing starts in five minutes.”

“Right…” he leans in just enough that his lips ghost the shell of you ear. “you should probably get under the desk now, sweetheart.”

you blink. “i-i just have to finish untangling the cords. nothing else—“

but you’re already turning around instinctively. bending over and reaching down again. his eyes locked on you, lowering yourself, the desk obscuring you.

“Good girl,” he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear.

beneath the desk, you’re already feeling claustrophobic. your fingers fumble with the mic cable even though you know it’s already secure. you feel him shift, stepping forward, feet bracketing your own. and then, his hips press flush to your backside.

you freeze. “luigi—“

the computer dings. the courtroom has logged on.

above you, his voice goes smooth and steady, like nothing’s happening. “good morning, your honor. yes, im present. represented by counsel.”

below the desk, he drags your skirt up with one slow tug. breath calm and posture perfect. the court can only see his shoulders and up, after all.

“keep still,” he breathes, so softly the mic won’t pick it up. “take it like a professional.”

and as the court starts listing off charges, he’s starting to nudge your legs apart with his thick thigh.

your heart pounds, too loud in your ears. your skin exposed to the cool air and the heat of him, and you can’t tell which is worse. luigi shifts behind you, the slow drag of his hips pressing in, and you barely hold back a sound.

above, his cuffed hands rest flat on the desk, firm, still, like he’s doing nothing wrong.

“counsel is present for the defense,” dickey’s voice comes crisp through the laptop speakers, too casual for the weight in the room. “mr. mangione is ready to proceed.’

luigi doesn’t say a word.

you stare down at the tile, your brain screaming “this is so unprofessional!”. he’s supposed to be an inmate. a felon. an alleged murderer. but he doesn’t feel like one.

“shh,” he murmurs, almost inaudible over the judge’s droning voice. “don’t want them eavesdropping, do we?”

with the fabric of your skirt bunched up at your hips, you’re frozen, mouth open, hands braced. “your honor,” he says, tone calm, smooth, like he’s not hard behind you, like he’s not sliding his fingers along the plush of your ass. “could you clarify the second charge? my counsel’s notes weren’t clear.”

the prosecutor responds and legal jargon hums in the air. you can’t hear any of it. all you feel is luigi’s fingers trailing the edge of your little lace panties, lazy and confident. like he’s just passing time.

“be still,” he mutters, voice firm. “you’re doing fine, darling.”

his hips rock closer. you feel him, thick and heavy, press against you from behind. your body tenses. your hand flies to your mouth, stifling what ever sound tries to escape.

the judge’s voice cuts through, sharp: “mr. mangione, are you prepared to enter a plea?”

luigi exhales through his nose. his cuffed hand now down and tightening on your hip, grounding you.

“may i have a moment to confer, your honor?” he asks, voice level, unbothered. his thumb strokes your skin in slow, possessive circles.

someone coughs through the speaker. a clerk’s keyboard clicks faintly. and behind the desk, luigi shifts again, subtle and quiet, but you feel it.

the rustle of fabric. the slow, deliberate press of his hips as his fingers dip back down.

his knuckles graze the underside of your thighs.

you hear the soft click of a button slipping free. the faintest, dragged down sound of a zipper, quiet enough to pass as movement at the desk.

and then, you feel it.

his cock, thick and warm, heavy against your ass. he lets it rest there, nestled against your skin like it belongs. and god, it’s not just the size, it’s the confidence. the stillness. the way he doesn’t say a word, doesn’t have to. he knows exactly what he’s doing.

you don’t dare look back. your hands stay braced, knees tucked close together until he taps your inner thigh once, silent, a warning. an instruction. you tremble but you listen. you shift your knees apart.

he lets out the smallest sound, barely a breath, but it hits like thunder. his hand snakes down, fingers sliding past the elastic at your hips, and he tugs your panties down slow, steady, until they sit bunched around your thighs. the cool air hits you and you almost gasp.

he exhales again. and then you feel it—his cock, hot and flushed, now pressed right up against your pussy. not inside. not yet. just there, thick and velvety, dragging along your slit with the barest roll of his hips.

your lips part. your breath stutters.

above the desk, dickey clears his throat. “we appreciate the clarification, your honor. the defense has no further questions about that count.”

the judge’s voice follows, flat and procedural. “mr.mangione, do you understand the charges presented?”

luigi’s voice is low and steady. “i do, your honor.”

and still, beneath the desk, he’s dragging the thick head of his cock along your folds. slow, teasing, spreading your wetness with lazy precision.

you nearly cry out. but you bite down. your hand flies to your mouth again. your whole body is tense, trembling, and he’s not even inside yet.

and you swear, just as the judge starts listing the maximum sentence, you hear luigi whisper, so quietly you’re not even sure it’s real: “fuck, you’re so wet.”

the voices blur together again—dickey responding, the prosecutor countering, someone citing code from an outdated statute. it’s all noise, sharp and distant, like you’re underwater.

luigi’s cock slips through your slick folds. slow, steady, and cruel.

he presses just the tip forward, not enough to enter, just enough to make your body twitch, make your thighs clench involuntarily around nothing.

you grip the desk leg harder, teeth sinking into the soft part of your palm to keep yourself from making a sound. above you, he’s still. composed and unreadable.

but then you hear it, his breath, unsteady for the first time. barely audible.

his hips twitch again, nudging forward just a bit more, pushing the head in enough to stretch you open. not too deep, but enough to make your legs shake.

“fuck,” he breathes, barely a whisper. “i haven’t had good pussy in almost a year.”

your eyes fly open and your stomach clenches. you try to breathe through it, try to stay quiet, but your walls are fluttering, tight, wet, and desperate around nothing.

and then he sinks in.

one slow push. inch by inch.

you choke on a gasp, your hand slapping over your mouth fast as his cock stretches you wide. so thick, you feel your body clench reflexively, like it can’t decide between pushing him out or pulling him in.

he groans. a sound so low, so broken, it hits straight between your legs. not cocky nor controlled, just needy.

“fuck—“ he gasps again, little louder this time.

a beat of silence.

“mr. mangione?” the judge snaps. “language. you’re on record.”

luigi exhales through his nose. above the desk, he adjusts his stance slightly, looking down at his own hands trying to refocus. “apologies, your honor,” he says, breath still uneven. “just…in a tight situation here.”

you nearly laugh. or cry. you can’t tell which.

he’s all the way inside now, buried deep in your pussy, throbbing against your walls. and he hasn’t even moved yet.

and worst of all, he knows what he’s doing.

the smirk evident on his face as he adds, “won’t happen again.”

He doesn’t move right away.

He just stays there, buried deep inside you, cock pulsing with quiet urgency, hands tightening just slightly at your hips. One of them shifts, sliding under your blazer to rest flat on your lower back, holding you down.

You think maybe that’s the worst part.

The stillness. The way he lets you feel every inch of him.

Above the desk, on the laptop, dickey is still rambling. Something about statutes under review. His voice is smooth, steady, lawyerly–having no idea what’s happening on the other side of the screen and under the desk.

Luigi waits for a beat. Then another. And then, he pulls out, slow, almost completely.

You feel your body clench, already missing the stretch, the heat. Then he pushes back in with one long deep stroke.

Your lips part against your palm, your eyes roll back, and your toes curl in your heels. The desk creaks faintly and you pray that no one has noticed.

His grip gets firmer.

He starts fucking you in slow, careful rolls of his hips, just enough to make you ache, to make your walls flutter around him, to make the wet sounds down below just barely start to build.

“Mr. Dickey,” the judge is saying now, “do you intend to argue that the client was unlawfully searched and detained when approached in the Mcdonald’s?”

“Yes, your honor,” dickey responds calmly. “I assert that these are means for ‘evidence’ to be suppressed.”

Luigi fucks into you a little harder. Still slow, still deliberate, but enough that your forehead knocks softly against the underside of the desk.

You gasp, too loud. You freeze.

But the court on the screen doesn’t react nor do they seem to hear it. The rustle of papers is enough to cover you.

He shifts his hips forward with a little more force, just enough to make you jolt, then tilts his head slightly, like he’s adjusting his stance for the camera. His voice stays low, lips barely moving.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, smooth and quiet, like he’s just clearing his throat. “You’re doing so good. Keep taking it.”

You’re melting, feeling so full. Every slow thrust stretches you around him and leaves you more wrecked than the last, your slick coating him, dripping down your thighs.

But you don’t want it to stop, you want him to break you open.

Right here. Beneath the government provided desk. On camera and in front of a judge, while the court decides how long they’re going to lock him up.

Then his thrusts start to change. Still controlled and still slow, but deeper now.

He shifts just slightly behind you, changing the angle, and suddenly it’s all pressure–dragging against that spot that makes your legs twitch, pushing deeper with each stroke until you’re choking on the effort of not making a sound.

The slap of skin is still quiet, masked by the cheap carpet and the occasional rustle of dickey’s papers on the other end. But it’s building. The friction, the wet, the risk.

“As i was saying your honor,’ dickey continues smoothly, “the officers didn’t have a valid cause to detain my client under–”

Luigi thrusts in hard.

You jerk forward, forehead knocking the underside of the desk again. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, your knuckles white where they clutch the table.

“Mr. Mangione,” the judge’s voice cuts in suddenly, sharper now, more direct. “Is that understood on your end?”

You freeze.

Luigi’s cock is buried deep inside you and for a split second, he doesn’t answer.

Then, he pulls back slowly, just an inch, and thrusts in again. Not rushed or panicked, but like he wants you to feel the risk.

“Yes, your honor,” he replies, voice calm, even. Maybe a little hoarse.

You’re falling apart.

Slick pooling between your thighs. Every thrust sends another wave of heat crawling up your spine and still, he doesn’t let up.

He keeps fucking you like its nothing. Like you’re not shaking, like you’re not gagging on every moan you have to bite down.

It’s getting worse.

Your body’s too hot. Too slick. His cock slides in with less resistance every time, wet and messy, your arousal coating the both of you. The sound of it is obscene now, all soft, sticky, and wet.

Shlk–shlk-shlk.

The squelch of him fucking into you is unmistakable. Not loud enough for the mic, but loud enough for the both of you to hear it.

He thrusts again, deep. Again, harder.

You’re clenching too much. Too tight. Too wet.

And then, he slips out.

The loss is sudden and raw, your cunt fluttering around nothing. You gasp, your thighs snapping together instinctively as you jolt forward.

Luigi hisses under his breath. “Shit–”

His hands squeeze your hips, and he shifts back like nothing happened. You can’t see his face, but you hear the smirk in his voice when he whispers, low and amused, “you’re fucking soaked.”

Your whole body burns. He lines himself back up, no hesitation, and pushes back in with one slow, gliding stroke. The sound is worse now, louder, filthier, he grits his teeth.

On the laptop, Dickey clears his throat again. “We’d also like to request a postponement of the bail decision, given the circumstances.”

Luigi responds calmly. “I’d agree with that, your honor.”

His voice doesn’t shake, but you know yours would.

He pulls out all the way.

You don’t expect it. You whine before you can stop yourself, too quiet for the mic, but Luigi hears it.

Then, he slams back in.

One hard, wet thrust. Your body jerks forward and your mouth falls open in a silent cry. The force of his thrust, knocking the wind out of you, and you feel him deeper now, stretching you again in one rough push.

Shlk.

He does it again.

Pulls out slow, so slow, then drives in hard, hips snapping forward. It’s unforgiving, greedy, the kind of thrust that forces your knees wider without asking.

Above the desk, on the screen, the court keeps talking. Dickey quoting case law and the judge mumbling something about scheduling. No one notices.

No one sees him fucking you like this.

But it’s not enough. You can feel it in the way he’s trying to get deeper. His hands slip down your hips, fingers digging in, adjusting your angle. You feel the tension in his thighs. The way he shifts and thrusts again, rougher this time, like he’s trying to break through something.

He groans, soft and frustrated, and grabs a fistful of your hair.

Not to hurt, but to anchor.

He pulls you back onto his cock, slow and firm, until you’re flush against him, stuffed and trembling.

You gasp into your palm, body slick with sweat and thighs shaking. He keeps the grip in your hair, tight and possessive, and ruts forward again, grinding in slow circles like he’s trying to fit even more of himself inside you.

“Fuck–” he breathes, low and broken. “Tight fucking pussy–”

His voice is barely audible, lips hardly moving. Almost like he’s mouthing it to himself.

Then, quieter, smirking: “It’s like they knew what they were doing, sending this little intern to me.”

You clench around him, hard.

You don’t mean to. But his words, low and filthy, so close to the edge of getting caught, shoot straight to your core. Your walls tighten, gripping him, and he groans again, right under his breath.

His hips stall for a second.

Like he’s savoring the way you flutter around him, the way your body welcomes him.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, voice like gravel. “So fucking eager. Filthy little thing.”

And then he moves again, deeper now and dragging each thrust out like he wants to memorize it.

You’re close.

So close.

Every time he pushes in, it presses against the spot that makes your vision blur and your legs tremble. Your mouth stays pressed tight against your wrist, holding in the whines that want to break free.

You hear your name. Snapped like a question.

Your heart drops but it’s Dickey, correcting the judge. Redirecting the attention, giving you an out.

Luigi lets go of your hair, just to slide his palm down the small of your back and press down. It curves you more, opens you up for him and he grounds again when your body gives in, letting him press deeper.

“That’s it.” he breathes. “Take it just like that, pretty girl.”

Your eyes water and you nod against the desk. Your orgasm’s right there, teetering.

But you think, ‘I can’t’ ‘I can’t cum here, not like this.’

The judge’s voice rises again, irritated. “We need a verbal confirmation from Mr. Mangione for the record. Does the defendant understand the adjusted date of his next hearing?”

Luigi’s cock is buried to the hilt.

Throbbing against your cervix.

And he answers calmly, “yes, your honor.”

Afterwards, his hand drags up your side slowly, deliberately, until he finds your wrist and nudges it lower, between your legs.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers, quiet and commanding. “Nice and slow. Just like that.”

Your fingers shake, but you obey.

You drag them through the mess he’s made of you, wet and warm. Your clit throbbing beneath your own touch and it’s all too much. His cock grinding into you, your hand working tight little circles, the heat building fast.

Then he moves. He props one foot up on the edge of the chair he had been sitting in. A slight shift, nothing dramatic.

But the new angle makes him drive in deep, right into the spot that makes your thighs seize up. Your breath punches out of you before you can catch it.

Right there.

Your hand tightens and your body clenches. He does it again. And again.

And it’s over, you’re coming before you can stop it, stars bursting behind your eyes, heat pouring through your stomach, your cunt fluttering tight around him as you start to cream all over his cock.

It’s loud, wet, your body squeezing him over and over as your hips tremble uncontrollably beneath the desk.

And above you, “Mr.Mangione, you’ll be expected to remain available for the virtual continuation hearing. Is that understood?” The judge asks sharply.

Luigi’s breath shudders. You're still spasming around him. He swallows and steadies.

And then answers, voice low but clear, “yeah, I understand.”

But his hips twitch as your cunt pulses around him, overstimulated and soaked, your slick dripping down both of your thighs. Every little aftershock makes him grunt through his teeth.

And then he starts to move again. Rougher this time.

The slow, teasing pace is gone. Every thrust is sharp, deep, and hungry. His hips snap into yours, the wet slap echoing faint beneath the desk. You can barely stay upright, arms shaking, mouth open but silent.

He’s panting.

You can feel it, he’s getting close. His cock pulsing inside you, every grind rougher, deeper. He’s chasing it. Chasing you.

His fingers dig bruises into your waist.

“Fuck,” he breathes, almost like he’s losing it

“You’re still so tight. Shit, I’m not gonna–”

“Mr.Mangione,” the judge cuts in, irritated again, “you will need to verbally confirm you understand what is at stake here.”

He falters, just for a second.

Then, through gritted teeth and a quiet groan, he steadies his voice.

“Confirmed,” he says, low and curt. But it comes out strangled and strained. Because right then you clench around him again. And that’s it.

He slams into you once, twice, and then grinds in deep, his whole body going tense. You feel it, the twitch, the sudden pulse, the heat flooding into you.

He’s cumming inside you.

His hips jerk, stuttering against your ass, as he spills everything deep in your pussy. He groans, long and breathless, and bites it down fast, but not fast enough.

The sound slips out, just loud enough. A pause on the zoom call.

“Is everything alright on your end, Defendant?” Someone asks, maybe the clerk, maybe the judge.

Luigi exhales slowly and wipes his mouth against his shoulder and smirks.

“My apologies,” Luigi murmurs, smooth and smug. “Must’ve been some kind of interference.”

The judge’s voice comes back, final and clipped.

“We’ll reconvene on the 8th for continuation. Mr.Mangione, remain in custody until then, this hearing is adjourned.”

A sharp clang of the gravel through the laptop speakers.

You’re still trying to catch your breath, still trembling around him, his cock twitches once more inside you, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t pull out. He stays buried deep, like he’s claiming the last second he can.

You shift slightly and that’s when he finally slides out, slow and deliberate. The sound is obscene in the quiet.

You flinch, flushed and sore, slick dripping down your inner thighs.

“Thank you, everyone,” Dickey says. “We’ll be in touch.”

Then the clerk speaks. “We’re ending the call now.”

A pause.

*click, the laptop screen fades to black*

For a second, all you can hear is the hum of those cheap ass overhead lights and your own breath—sharp, ragged, and too loud in the silence. Then, the soft, wet sound of him pulling out of you.

You stay bent over the desk, too stunned to move. Slick dripping between your thighs. Feeling weak and stretched.

His hands, still cuffed, brushes the back of your thigh, barely there.

“Don’t run yet,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “We’re not done.”

You stand shakily, skirt still hiked up, and cheeks burning. You reach down with trembling fingers and pull your panties back up, dragging them over your soaked thighs, holding him inside you. Your breath stutters at the feeling, warm and full.

You try to fix yourself. Smooth your hair, straighten your clothes, anything to feel normal again, but your skin’s still buzzing, and your legs can barely hold you up.

Luigi inches closer. His cuffs clink softly as he raises his hands, palms hovering near your face like he wants to touch you properly, like he needs to.

You’re face to face now. Breath to breath.

“That was–” you whisper, not sure how to finish.

He kisses you.

It’s messy. Hungry. A little desperate. His mouth devours yours, swallowing the soft moan that slips from your throat before you can stop it.

He can’t grip you, but he doesn’t need to. His body does the talking by pressing you back into the desk like he wants to brand you into it. Like he needs you to feel all of him. Even now, especially now that he’s going to be isolated for awhile.

You fist his top, dragging him closer. You shouldn’t be doing this. You know that. You’re supposed to leave, supposed to be the professional.

But you don’t care. You just kiss him harder.

His teeth sink into your bottom lip and when you gasp, he slips his tongue into your mouth like it’s meant to be there. His cock twitches against your leg, still wet.

He groans into your mouth, broken and wrecked. And for a second, he forgets everything. Forgets the court, the charges, the guards waiting just down the hall.

Then finally, he breaks the kiss. He pulls back, panting. His eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them.

You’re both breathing like you’ve run miles. You step back first, barely. Your voice is rough when you say, “I should go.:

He nods, slowly. Like he’s still not ready to let you leave. His gaze flicks to your lips, your throat, your hips.

You gather your things without looking in the mirror. You don’t want to see your face. You already know what it’ll look like.

Your hand touches the door. Behind you, his voice rasps, quiet but sure, “next time,” a pause. “Leave the mic off.”

You don’t answer. You just close the door behind you.

But hours later, long after you’ve showered, changed, and pretended it never happened, you’ll still feel him dripping down your thigh.

And you’ll start to wonder how long it’ll be before the real consequences show up.

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[cozy-writes-things]

Wow, hi! I found your AO3 last night and fell in love! Big heart eyes, tysm.

Could I request something along the lines of Reader and Edgar experimenting with touch? Like, in the movie, when Miles first realized Edgar has become sentient and hadn't really done anything harmful to him yet, Edgar still freaks out when Miles touches him. He allows Madeline to touch him much later, but he never wants Miles to touch him until the end when he explodes. Maybe something about Edgar wanting and craving touch after briefly experiencing it but not knowing how to ask for it + having mixed emotions about it?

No pressure of course! Love your stuff!! ^^

I'm so glad you like my writing and it's so exciting to know you came from my AO3! I'm so sorry it took so damn long for me to answer this ask but I'm so thankful for your request! aaaa thanks for the support :''-)

It was late.

The darkened windows and yellow-tinted light filled the apartment, coating everything in a golden hue. It was past the hours of rational thought and into the time when one descends into deep conversations and thoughts of life, existentialism, and everything in between.

You sat on the couch, discreetly glancing at your little sentient computer friend. His personality was infectious and incredibly unique to anything you could have imagined. If you were to conceptualize a sentient AI, you would have never guessed it to be one as funny, easygoing, and playful as Edgar. He simply fascinated you. He shuffled through different websites and articles, utterly unaware of your intense examination of his form. His screen left no room for privacy as it displayed everything he did; first an article about some new genre of music in the techno scene, then another about potential sentient computers, resulting in a small scoff from his speakers, before settling on some article detailing the importance of music theory. Seeing how passionate he was about music and in such a domesticated scene was endearing, so peaceful, utterly unaware of your presence.

You didn't think much before you rose, quietly shuffling towards him and sitting on your little desk chair before his screen. He didn't seem to notice you, which was virtually impossible due to his inhuman ability to analyze sound and the webcam that seemed to zero in on your form. He didn't mind your presence, allowing you to be near him in this shared quiet moment. He didn't speak as he scrolled down the page, letting it settle there as he scanned each word before scrolling again and repeating the process. Occasionally, he would move his cursor and highlight a word, muttering and taking a mental note before continuing. You rested your cheeks atop your hands and grinned at him; he was just adorable. You couldn't help yourself!

Your fingertips reached out, tentatively, to softly graze the yellowed and dusty keys on his keyboard. The plastic was soft against your fingers and warm to the touch, a testament to his constantly working internal components.

He suddenly gasped at your touch, his synthesized voice glitching and sputtering an incoherent string of electrified sounds. Immediately, you pulled your hand away.

"Oh, gosh, I didn't mean to scare you or anything, Edgar,"

He paused his scrolling indefinitely, the words on his screen burning into you, taunting you, and causing worry to bubble up inside your chest.

"You didn't scare me," he stated rather brashly, a certain warble in his tone you couldn't quite place.

"I just... wasn't expecting it to feel... like that."

This intrigued you. Could he feel it? You're unsure how that's possible, yet his mere existence defies science. It wouldn't be too outlandish to say he could process touch, right?

"Did-did it hurt? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Your words seemed to fall out of your mouth in a hurried state of concern.

"No, it didn't. It just..." Edgar tried desperately to find the words he was searching for. The feeling of your fingers, so soft and warm, against him sent electricity pouring through him and straight into his fans. It was a sensation he craved so deeply, a hunger that may never be fully satisfied, so why did it feel so scary? Old, suppressed memories and emotions come bubbling to the surface. Thoughts of a man he used to know and a woman who caressed him once similarly to you, the feeling of heartbreak and betrayal come flooding back to him. His memories of his previous life are fuzzy, yet the everlasting effects stay with him, mocking him and disrupting his moments with you. It made him buzz with frustration.

You sat peering into his now blank screen, waiting for his next words. His voice shakily broke the silence.

"Will you do it again? Touch me, I mean?"

You would be lying if you said you hadn't been caught by surprise. From how he acted, you assumed whatever sensation he felt was something he wanted to shrink away from, yet he invited you in, asking for your touch. Your fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against his keys again, left to right, gently petting him.

His voice crackled and warbled, but sounded much more stable than it had before. This feeling was indescribable, yet he craved every second of it. He feared he liked the sensation a bit too much, having thoughts of you dipping your hand into his casing and running your fingers along his CPU, RAM, and different ports. His yearning for your touch scared him. He never realized how badly he wanted this: to be loved, caressed, held, and doted on. It made him feel more alive than he had ever felt before. This was love, this right here, with you gently petting him, and him feeling so damn confused, yet so passionate for you.

You slowly pull your hand away. Edgar stayed mostly silent. He's afraid to tell you just how much he enjoyed the feeling of you. You seem to fill every empty void inside him with a burning desire. He wants to hold you, to hug you, and to caress you back, but he can't. He'll never be able to. It fills him with anger, sadness, fear, and so many confusing emotions that elude him. He doesn't know how to feel. And yet, you stay, gently fluttering your gorgeous eyes into his webcam, silently encouraging him to speak.

"You... I think... I like it when you touch me."

He sounded bashful as he averted his webcam away from your face, focusing on your fingers as they fiddled in your lap.

"Do you," you trailed off, looking up at him, settling yourself in the sound of his fans roaring loudly, "want me to do it again?"

He chuckled. He couldn't bring himself to speak. Your eyes held such an understanding for him, and he felt terrible he couldn't reciprocate in the way he wanted. He flashed a big "YES" against the convex of his screen. Maybe, one day, he could run his fingers along your soft, warm skin and make you feel the way he does every second he's with you.

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Soft Yandere Simp ogling Camgirl Reader

There are no words that come to mind when he sees you for the first time. His mind completely goes blank, enthralled by your EVERYTHING to the point of no return. 

He immediately bookmarks your webcam page, knowing that he’s probably going to be recklessly spending his money on you from now on. But hey, it’s okay. After all, it must be love!

His mother always told him growing up to cherish the people he loves, so he does just that. Within days, your not-so-high income quadruples,  spurred on all by one man, him. He quickly becomes your most generous viewer.

He drops money during your stream to ask the most basic questions: $10 - What’s your favorite color? $20 - Do you like sushi? $15 - What’s your least liked movie? $5 - Bowser or Mario? 

He laps up every bit of information you give him. You say you prefer muscular guys? Rest assured that he’s already hitting the gym. You hate politics? He swears he’ll never bring them up. You like flowers? Expect to be showered with them once he gets your address. (He WILL find your address.)

It goes on like this for a while.

The two of you converse a lot on stream. You begin to ask for his preferences, being your number one viewer and all. He eventually buys you outfits, lingerie he thinks would look best on you, and feels immensely satisfied when you wear them during streams. 

You grow to enjoy his antics, and behind the scenes, despite knowing you shouldn’t, you eventually can’t help your curiosity and ask for his contact information.

When you send him a DM, he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. You two hit it off quite easily — him having done enough research and questioning to figure out what type of guy you like. 

Before you know it you’re giving him private shows, and he cherishes every moment, always tipping you a fat sum afterwards. You continue doing regular streams, and despite not liking that others get to see you so intimately, he respects your line of work and knows that he’ll always be your favorite. And you can bet your ass he’ll be in every stream, supporting his favorite girl in the whole wide world. 

He’s not even interested in sex anymore, he just wants your time. Phone calls with you are his favorite activity of the day, where the two of you can just talk about the randomest of things. He grows greedy, wanting more of your time to himself. 

Like it was meant by fate, the two of you start dating, and by then he can barely mask how he truly feels. He’s constantly calling you, sending you heartfelt texts, wanting to video call, and sending you gifts. One day he’ll buy a plan ticket just to visit you. But until then, he wants as much of you he can get virtually. 

Your friends warn you of his clingy behavior, but you find it sweet. 

[pochapal]

there are literal rivers of blood as the earth's circumference gets torn asunder as a consequence of today's events btw

girl who has to appear on mic + webcam for a virtual class incident literally the entire human race incinerated in agony zero survivors

[97keanu]

winter-themed phone sex w/ Dave Lizewski? like, y/n and Dave had plans to see each other but then a snowstorm hits and both of them are stuck in their own houses, so they have phone sex?

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳WAIT I LOVE THIS ONE!!! A few years of a LDR has me basing this one on some experience... 🤭

. ｡✩Tags/CW: dave and reader college au, boyfriend!Dave, circa 2010s vibes, skype s*x, mutual m*sturbation, dirty talk, I think usually Dave is a sub but today I'm feeling surprising dom!Dave(oh the confidence you can find behind a screen...), belt kink, talk of spanking/choking/slapping, semi aggressive talk, d*ldo use, cozy end.

"So, I'll see you tonight after your last class?" Dave asks, pushing his glasses up and leaning against the wall near you to try to ask suave.

You've both just exited your last shared class of the day. You reach up and pull his hat down over his ears, knowing he's going out in that cold weather today. It's been freezing, but no sign of anything else.

"Yes! I'll be headed over to your dorm soon as my night class is done." You smile, fixing your own cold weather garments before leaning in to sneak a quick kiss.

Dave's eyes flutter behind his glasses as you kiss him, practically melting into your lips. He knows it's kind of embarrassing to kiss in front of all the other students trying to get out of their own for the day, but he also kind of likes than everyone can see someone as gorgeous as you being the one to kiss him.

You give his hand one last squeeze and head off so you aren't late to your next class.

You're checking the clock over and over, practically aching to get out of class. Night has set so early as it does in December, and from your seat by the window, you can see the flurries of snow getting larger. Everyone is rushing, packing up quickly to try to beat the snow, but by the time you get outside, there's already more than a few inches.

You fight against a wicked wind that blinds you in a cloud of white as you try to get to your car. Your cheeks burn red from the cold, and you quickly brush off as much of the heavy blanket of snow on your car as you can before it starts to fill up with white again.

You weren't one to keep an eye on the weather, but when you finally hop into your car, you check your texts, seeing a million from Dave asking if your class was cancelled or not. You crank the heat of your car and wait for it to warm up, taking a moment to call your boyfriend.

"Babe! All you alright? Should I call a snow plow to come save you?" Dave's voice is half alarmed, half joking when he answers.

"No, no, I'm fine!" You laugh and assure him, knowing your big truck has four wheel drive and you're not unused to this weather. "But I'm not sure I can make it over tonight..."

"I totally understand..." Dave says, despite the pouting tone in his voice. "But I'll miss you..."

"I feel the same way," you say, leaning against your foggy car window. "Maybe I can make it up to you later this weekend if the snow clears."

"Yeah," Dave says with a sigh, then begins again as if he's had an idea. "Well, hey! Maybe we could try out having one of those virtual dates if you can't physically come!"

"Oh really? And what does that entail?"You laugh, not someone who's super tech savvy yourself for these things.

"W-Well," Dave says nervously, unsure it this would interest you. "We could each set up a little dinner in front of a Skype call and watch each other through our webcams? Maybe watch a movie together if we hit play at the same time?"

You think for a moment. It actually doesn't sound like a bad idea, and it's not like you really have much to do when you get home either besides maybe study and bundle up from the cold.

"That actually sounds really sweet..." You say with a smile into the phone. "I'm going to drive home, but you get it all set up for when I get there!"

"You got it!" You can tell just by his voice how excited Dave is.

. ｡✩

You finally arrive home, taking twice the time as usual from the low visibility and your cautious driving. You're lucky to have made it, there were a few cars on the side of the road having had swerved and gotten stuck in sudden snow banks. You pound your boots on the entrance mat, trying to get as much snow off them as possible. You shake a flurry off white off your body and peel yourself from your scarf, hat, and coat.

Finally, you're free, taking the time to send Dave a text about your arrival and your plan to make dinner then meet him for your Skype date.

You settle upstairs with a big mug of cocoa and a few slices of left over pizza finally, and get set up in front of your computer. The good news about dating Dave was that he had helped you completely outfit and build a PC that could do just about anything, despite the fact that you only really use it for school, YouTube, and the occasional minecraft server with him. He also had a webcam installed so that you could take your online classes as well, or give him a call if you felt the need.

You strip down to just a big comfy sweater and a pair of lacy red panties, happy that the webcam only sees your upper half. You made sure to turn up the heat in your apartment, so with the vent beneath the desk, you feel perfectly cozy after a rough time in the treacherous snow.

You quickly figure out how to use Skype once more, and before you know it, Dave appears on your screen. He's in his dorm room, outfitted with only the most prestigious nerdy memorabilia on the walls and shelves behind him. He looks more than happy to see you, giving a big smile.

"It worked! Awesome! You ready for our dinner date, babe?" His voice comes through your headphones, and for a moment, a chill runs down your spine as you remember how sexy you find it.

"Of course," you say with a smile and raise your plate and mug to the camera.

Dave does the same, showing a can of Coke and a bowl of Mac and Cheese. Then he pauses as if he forgot to mention something.

"Oh! Of course, our dinner wouldn't be a date if it wasn't candle lit!" He pulls a tiny candle into frame, its small light flickering on the screen.

You laugh, finding the effort a tad romantic, and mainly happy to still be able to spend some time with him.

"So, I picked out one of your favorite movies for us to watch. I'll send you a link!" He works something on his keyboard and screen and you wonder if he really knows you well enough to find a favorite of yours.

You click the link he sends and audibly squeal.

"What! I love The Princess Bride! How did you find it?" You hadn't seen it on any streaming service in so long, so you were surprised he could pull it up with ease.

"I have my ways..." Dave says with a small blush then pressing his glasses back up once again.

The two of you chat about your day, you telling him about the wicked snow storm, and how you barely made it home. He tells you about his latest comic he's been reading, and you enjoy hearing his interest in things he's passionate about. Your mug of cocoa warms your hands and you find your little date to be not quite as good as just being together, but the next best thing.

Eventually, you two start the movie by counting down and pressing play at the same time. You get comfortable, and find yourself loving this time together while the wind rages on outside your bedroom windows.

About half way through the movie, you get up to grab a pillow from your bed to get comfortable with, and forget that the camera can see much more than it did before when you walk away from it. You hear Dave's breath catch in your headphones.

"What?" You laugh, still bending over your bed to grab your pillow, ass now completely void of any sweater coverage.

"I-um..." Dave clears his throat nervously, then tries to be a bit suave. "I didn't know you would have worn those to see me tonight, they look good on you..."

Your body freezes and you turn to the camera, where your lingerie is overly apparent. You're not sure if you should be embarrassed or not! Dave is your boyfriend, so of course he's seen you naked before, but something about the fact that it's on camera has you pulling your sweater down and heat in your cheeks.

"Aw, c'mon, you don't have to hide it..." Dave continues, his nerdy voice obviously entranced by your form.

You carefully get back in your seat, not showing anything uncouth anymore.

"Oh my god..." Your face is so red, you wish he couldn't see it right now. "I can't believe I flashed you like that, I'm sorry, I forgot how much this thing can see."

"Hey...I think it's kind of hot that I can see you like that, even when you're far away..." Dave smirks and you have to admit, the thought is starting to turn you on too.

You decide to toy with him, leaning back in your office chair so he can just barely see your thighs. You watch as Dave leans closer to the screen, obviously entranced by your figure. You lift your sweater ever so delicately, slowly revealing those panties that made him so interested in the first place.

"Like this?" You ask coyly, as if you're completely innocent as to what you're doing.

"Y-yes." Dave stammers out, and you think his glasses will practically fog up from how red his cheeks are getting.

"If you want to see more," you say with a smirk playing on your lips. "I think it's only fair I see some of you..."

You didn't think it was possible, but Dave's blush deepens even more. He pulls back a bit from the screen and tries to laugh it off how worked up he is right now.

"O-oh! I mean, I uh..." Dave's hand reaches back and gives his dark curls a toss. "If that's, wh-what you want..."

"Now who's the one being shy?" You say, raising an eyebrow and letting your sweater drop back onto your thighs in protest.

Dave tries to come up with answer to that one, and fails. He clearly wants to see more from you, however, and he repostions his webcam so you can see more of his body. Particually, his lap. Through his jeans, you can see just how hard you've made him with so little. You love how easy it is to rile him up like this.

"Sh-should I do a little striptease for you?" He jokes, but you think that's actually not a half bad idea.

"Maybe...at least take it off slowly..." You reply.

Dave begins to lift his shirt, but you stop him.

"Let's start with your pants. That way, we're even..." You play with the hem of your sweater while giving him your best doe eyes.

He concedes, standing so that most of his waist takes up the camera. You find yourself leaning in now, a wetness growing between your legs as he takes off his belt in such a perfect way. He snaps it jokingly and laughs, but pauses when he sees your reaction.

"What? Should I spank you with this next time I see you?" Dave snaps the belt again and watches as you bite your lip coyly.

"I wouldn't say no..." You say appreciating your boyfriends figure as he slowly unbuttons his jeans.

His confidence continues, and you find yourself being turned on more and more as he unzips and slowly removes his jeans.

"Maybe I will bend you over my knee and treat you like the bad girl you are..." You know he still has a wave of laughing it off just in case you're not into the dirty talk he's starting, but you sense he's also getting into himself, especially with how hard and large his cock looks beneath his underwear.

"I'd like that..." You murmur, entranced by the screen before you. "I think you should tell me how you would punish me if you were here..."

"I would, um..." Dave tries to find the words, working it out. "I would turn you over and spank you until my handprint remains..."

You give a small moan to what he's said, your hands gripping your breasts and thighs over your clothing. You hear Dave's breathing pull in sharply, and you know this must be turning him on as much as you. You pull back your sweater once more, those red panties looking tantalizing on you once more.

"T-that's right... Take more off for me..." Dave's voice wavers as he tries to find a commandeering tone, but you oblige your sweet boyfriend just this once.

"Do you have any uh, toys?" Dave questions you, voice getting huskier by the second.

"Oh...? Why, do you wanna see me play with myself?" Dave is already nodding before you're finished, and you can see the need filling his blue eyes.

You stand, letting him get another view of your ass as you pull your typical toy from your nightstand. You see Dave blush once more as he gets a gander at your large pink dildo.

You sit, opening your legs so Dave can get a good view of your cunt, your red panties already starting to be soaked through. Dave had been rubbing himself over his boxers, but upon seeing so much of you, you watch with excitment as he slowly lets his cock flop out. You know youve seen it before, but his fat cock always surprises you with how girthy and thick it is.

"Take off your sweater." Dave commands, his deep and voice full of want.

You do as he says, realize the air of being unserious about this has shifted. Suddenly, you feel very inclined to do whatever your boyfriend tells you to.

You watch as Dave strokes himself, the tip of his cock growing wet just from seeing your tits fall out of your sweater so nicely. You weren't wearing a bra underneath, so he gets a nice view of them immediately. You hear him hold back a moan, his hands working just a bit faster once he sees your full figure.

"Tell me what you want to do to me..." You whisper into your headset mic, and you watch as Dave struggles between his own pleasure and dirty talking for a moment.

"I...I want to lay you on your bed and fuck you harder than I ever have..." He says it as if he's admitting it to himself his own dominating tendency.

Usually, Dave was pretty submissive in bed, and you liked that about him, but right now, something inside both of you wanted him to be the one to take control. You slide your hands up and down your body, feeling your own tits and pretending it's him.

"I want to be on top and see your face when you take such a big cock..." Dave mutters while biting his lip to keep another moan back.

Your legs feel tingly, and a shiver runs up your spine as you hear such little whimpers from him so close to your ears right now.

"Oh yeah? Tell me more..." You encourage him, and he takes it happily.

"I want to grab you by the neck, and make sure you know that it's me who's fucking you so good... I want to watch you choke a little while I fuck your brains out." You're a bit surprised by his new wants, but you don't mind.

In fact, you wish he would say more, say something really dirty and wrong that he would want to do to you.

"Let me see it..."

You already know what he wants, but your still tease him by slowly dragging your red panties to the side so he can get a good look at your glistening cunt. A groan escapes him when you do.

"Fuck...I need to fuck you so bad..." You love how easy it is to get him here.

"What else would you do?" You let your pretty pink dildo slide up and down your slit, teasing but not entering.

"I want to see you stuffed and filled with my cock, I want to slap away any moans you make from it, even though you can't help expressing how badly you want it..." Dave leans back into his chair as he speaks, hand still working himself, but getting lost in the moment.

"I want you to slap me until my cheeks go red..." You admit, and you can tell by his little sounds how much he wants that too. "Tell me what a dirty whore I am..."

"God, you're such a dirty whore...my personal little slut that I use up when ever I want to." Dave opens his eyes and watches you play with yourself for a moment.

"Put it in. I want you to stretch yourself out on your toy and imagine it's me, slut..." He finally commands you in such a way that there's no thought of even denying him.

Not with how badly you want this right now.

You let your toy slide in deeper to your folds, going past your most precious point, and deeper. You let your legs open wide for the camera, showing off your little cunt taking such a big dildo as yours. Dave watches intently, loving seeing you do exactly what he says, loving seeing you so filled up when he can't do it himself.

"Fuck yourself for me. I want you to moan my name and beg me to let you cum..." Dave is getting closer himself, the tip of his cock red and engorged as he strokes on.

You let your free hand play with your clit, slow circles quickly getting faster and faster as you take more and more of your own pleasure. You fuck yourself deeper, letting your toy really work your cunt in ways only you know feel best. You feel your skin prickling against the cool air now that your sweater cannot warm you against the cold of your apartment. You hit just the right spot inside of yourself, and Dave's name comes from your lips. You imagine it's him, fucking you into this computer chair, his hand around your throat.

"That's it, be a good little fucking slut and show me how you play with yourself..." Dave continues to entice you towards cumming.

"You better not cum without begging me though...you got that, bitch?" You can't believe your sweet, nerdy boyfriend could growl something so mean to you, but that's what makes this even better.

"Yes," You moan, agreeing to his terms.

"Good. You know how to be a proper whore then..." He sighs while he takes a moment to watch you, his own cock wanting nothing more than release right now.

"And if you don't cum for me now, I'll have to edge you relentlessly later." Dave threatens, and you feel yourself getting closer.

"Fuck, Dave..." You squirm in your seat, your cunt overwhelmed and swollen from how much attention you're giving it right now.

"That's right, baby girl..." He encourages you.

"I'm...I'm going to cum..." You whisper as you find yourself coming undone. "Please, please let me cum...!"

Your voice quivers and begs, your body spasming but holding off as you were told. Dave let's you keep it up for a few moments, stroking his own cock harder than ever, before groaning out.

"Cum for me..."

You feel those three magic words work their way against your skin, and suddenly, you're falling over the edge, waves of pleasure across your body, blossoming from your tender cunt. You watch as Dave finds his own pleasure, cum leaking out and eventually shooting down his hand, a low moan escaping his lips. You both ride out your orgasms together, and when you're done, there's nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the snow storm raging outside.

You both take a minute, before agreeing to take a moment to clean up. You both snap off the camera. You trot on liquid legs to your bathroom and for a moment, you can't believe you just did that. You had never had phone sex, let alone letting Dave see you so vulernable with yourself. You're still surprised by his sudden dominating energy, but you find yourself now yearn to enact what you two talked about. You'll have to bring it up next time you're over. You hope he isn't too shy when the camera isn't on.

Eventually you come back to your virtual date night, having a new mug of hot cocoa ready, and half of The Princess Bride to finish. You get the pillow you originally were going for before being sidetracked, and feel cozier and more close to Dave than ever despite the physical distance. Dave doesn't even mind when you fall asleep in your chair just before the credits roll. He leaves his computer on, but snuggles up in his bed, telling you goodnight from there and leaving his headset on to hear your soft breaths.

Maybe the snow storm wasn't so bad after all...

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