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jeonginsleftcheek · 8 months ago

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Dolly II

~ part 2 of the Dolly series

pairing: seungmin x afab!reader

genre: smut, college au

synopsis: your friends found it funny to buy you a sex doll and pose it in your bed to prank you.

wc: 7.7k

warnings: alcohol, thigh riding, handjob, cum tasting, unprotected sex, hand kink, nipple play, creampie, mentions of crying, choking, edging, spanking, hair pulling, pussy slap, oral(m), fingering

a/n: thank you @jehhskz for helping with the premise of this one🥹💕

~ maybe you'd like: Hyunjin dolly

~ divider by @bunnysrph

Another sleepless night.

Staring at your laptop screen, the letters start blurring and bleeding into one another, making the headache behind your eyes throb even more.

Exam after exam, you're becoming more jaded, feeling like you're high out of your mind when it's just lack of sleep.

As you scroll through a page you're researching for your paper, an advert pops out.

"Sex dolls?" you chuckle and click on it, even if it looks a bit shady.

You're taken to a stylish site, black background with big neon green letters asking you "What's your vibe for today?", and you scoff.

"Try dead inside." you say out loud and the letters flicker before disappearing, new text appearing on the screen, making you gasp.

"Feeling sarcastic, are we?" - it says and you shriek, quickly exiting the site and deleting the history.

How the fuck did it hear you?

Did they hack your laptop?

You hoped not, because being a broke student means you have no resources to buy a new one.

With a groan, you continue doing your assignments well into the late hours, forgetting completely about the sex dolls and the freaky website.

You fall asleep, excited about the party you were invited to this weekend, to finally have some way to blow off steam and relax.

The room is totally spinning.

You are totally spinning.

You can hear your friends laugh on your left but your tiredness coupled with the alcohol you had in your system made you feel drowsy.

You're not sure but it seems that your friends are pointing at you and whispering, giggles leaving their lips and you frown.

They're known for pulling pranks on you, and you'd hoped they would at least leave you be when you're intoxicated and vunerable.

"What?" you almost bark at them.

"Nothing." one of them says with a snicker.

"Ugh. I'm leaving." you stand up quickly, which was a mistake as all the blood rushes through your system and the room starts spinning faster.

Your friend and roommate Edie, is quick to grab you before you face plant into the coffee table.

"I'm coming with ya. Don't want you to break your bones somewhere on the way home." she shakes her head and you nod, bidding goodbye to your other friends and letting her lead you out.

The walk to your shared apartment is short, the house of the guy who hosted the party wasn't too far away from your building or the campus.

The chilly evening air helps you refresh your mind and sober up a little.

"Are you gonna eat dinner?" Edie asks when you step into the apartment.

"No, I think I'm just gonna go shower and sleep." you say and she nods.

Before you left the kitchen, you swore you could see her smirk a little.

Shrugging, you make your way to your room.

Edie stops what she was doing, setting the plate down as she listens.

One, two, three...

And you scream, followed by a few thuds and curses.

"What the fuck?!" you grab the nearest book but the man on your bed doesn't even move or blink.

Edie giggles behind you, before it bubbles up and becomes full on laughter.

"What is this?" you demand, already annoyed at her.

"That is Seungmin, your sex doll."

"My what?" you almost choke on your spit.

"We were gonna scare you and prank you with him but we thought he would also be a good early birthday present. Since you know, you only ever study and stay at the apartment. This way, you can have him as a companion." she explains, and you lower the book you were gonna hit her with.

"Please, don't be mad at us." she grimaces.

"Why does he look alive?" you look back at the doll, gulping as shivers run up your spine.

"I don't know, it's some new technology, I guess. Isn't it so cool though? There was a letter in the box he came in with. I put it there on the nightstand, together with the manual." Edie informs you.

"Y'all are crazy and he's creepy. But, thank you? It must've been expensive." you shake your head.

"Well, the six of us got some money together."

"Still, crazy." you chuckle and she laughs.

"I'll leave you to it." she wiggles her eyebrows, closing the door of your room as she makes her way back to the kitchen.

You bite on your lip, observing the doll as it stares off into space.

"You're too creepy and you're not watching me change." you mumble and grab your blanket, throwing it over the dolls head.

"There." you say and strip, loving the perk of this apartment as both you and Edie had your own bathroom attached to your room.

You go about your night routine, now almost completely sober as you make your way back to your room.

You almost forgot about the doll, your heart dropping in your stomach for a moment.

"Fuck." you chuckle at yourself, your hand on your chest.

Cautiously, you sit next to the doll and remove the blanket.

He looks the same as he did before, as your friends presumably set him up, propping him up on your pillows, his legs straight and his hands in his lap.

He was dressed kind of sporty but chic, with a plain white shirt, a blue jersey jacket and ripped jeans, a dainty silver necklace adorning his neck.

Simple, yet effective, the doll looked more handsome the more you looked at it.

His hair looked fluffy, his eyes seemed warm, his lips soft.

You especially liked his hands, delicate and tender.

He looked sweet, if he was a real human being you're 100% sure everyone would swoon for him on the campus and he'd probably be the it boy.

You wondered how he looked so real, it almost seemed as if he was going to wake up any second and start talking to you.

You sigh and grab the letter, opening it up.

Hello,

my name is Seungmin and I am your mischiveous doll.

I love making you laugh and teasing you, because nothing makes me as happy as seeing your smile or your cute face when you're annoyed.

Please, play with me a lot as I tend to get bored, and no matter what you do with me, always end it with a kiss on my forehead.

Hope you come to love me as much as I already love you.

"Oh, you're a little prankster doll, aren't you? How funny of my friends." you sigh with a smirk playing on your face.

"I swear if you fucking move, you're flying out the window." you threaten, convinced you could see a faint smirk on the doll's face.

A paper sticking out of his jersey pocket grabs your attention and you take it out.

My cutie!

I got dressed for our first date!

Hopefully you like the outfit I chose, and enjoy playing with me tonight.

"First date? Who the heck made this?" you're perplexed, when suddenly you remember the ad from the other day.

"Oh my god." you jump up quickly, running to your laptop and searching.

You don't have to search too long as the site pops up immediately and you click on it.

"Wow!" you gasp as you look at the selection of the dolls.

You had no idea each one was a unique model, and that only one of them was made for some kind of experiment with new technology.

You turn to look back at Seungmin and chuckle.

"Okay, I gotta give it to my friends. They did give me a unique gift." you sigh.

Reading back over the site, there isn't much information and as you research a little bit, you can't find out much about the company that made the dolls.

It was as if it appeared out of thin air with technology so advanced that it had you confused, who could've made this and how?

Maybe even more important, why?

After turning up with nothing, you decide to check out the manual.

WARNING!

If there are any malfunctions with any part of the doll, please contact our services.

The doll can bathe in water except the charger opening.

Please do not disfigure or mutilate the doll.

Do not throw the doll into the trash.

Do not break, cut or bruise the doll.

If you're not satisfied, you can always return it to us and get your money back.

If you've purchased our Seungmin doll, do not forget to play with him as he can get lonely and sad.

Hope you enjoy the playful soul you chose!

"Lonely and sad, huh?" you stare at the doll with pursed lips.

Turning a few pages, the doll's 'abilites' come into view and you feel your ears burning in embarassment before you close the book quickly, tossing it aside.

"My friends are a bunch of perverts." you chuckle, laying down next to the doll.

"You better keep your hands to yourself, doll." you slide under your blanket, all the tiredness from tonight finally catching up with you.

Seungmin sits quietly as you turn off the light.

Waking up the next morning with a yawn, you stretch and your hand smacks into something solid.

Gasping, you lift up and see the doll sitting quietly just like he did last night.

"I forgot about you." you exhale before plopping back down in your pillows.

Curiously, your eyes travel over the doll's frame.

It's dead quiet in the apartment, meaning that Edie probably already left for her classes and you sit up, turning your attention to Seungmin.

Tentatively, you reach out your hand and poke the doll's cheek.

"Oh, wow!" you exclaim, poking him again. "You feel real."

Slowly, your fingertips caress his cheek, before you start carding them through his hair.

"Honestly though, my friends do know my type. If you were a real guy, I would stare at you from the distance and wait for you to ask me out." you chuckle a little before shaking your head as you retract your hand.

"I'm talking to myself." you get up and decide to get ready for your classes, leaving the doll be.

You feel like you're being watched the whole time as you rush through your room to gather your things, and an uncomfortable shiver runs up your spine, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

"Alright. You're creeping me out again." you throw the blanket over the doll like you did yesterday, and then you get ready.

"Behave. I think." you tilt your head and then exhale with a chuckle as you leave your bedroom, leaving Seungmin alone under the blanket.

It's past 5pm when you finally step foot back into your apartment.

You call out to Edie but it seems she wasn't home.

Shrugging, you enter your bedroom to find Seungmin still covered up with the blanket.

"Damn. Okay, you didn't come to life." you toss your bag down and make your way to the doll.

"I left you alone for a long time, didn't I?" you say as you remove the blanket and lean in closer to take a look at Seungmin's face.

For some reason, you think he might be frowning.

"Hey, I have real life things to do. Don't frown at me like that."

The doll is quiet.

"You want me to play with you? What does that even entail? Are we playing or are we playing? Because I'm not doing any of that weird shit." you wave your finger at the unmoving doll, realizing you're probably crazy for even talking to it.

"I'll think of something after dinner." you mutter to yourself.

After a much needed shower, you make your way to the kitchen to eat some dinner.

As you're eating, you suddenly hear what sounds like a giggle.

It feels like your heart stops beating for a moment as you sit up straight and listen.

It's quiet, except the music playing from your phone.

Maybe it was just in your mind.

Yeah, probably.

Edie arrives home shortly after, giving you a shit eating grin.

"So, did you try out the doll?" she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"No. I don't know, it feels weird... and wrong." you grimace and your friend laughs.

"If you don't want him, let me give it a go." she winks and you laugh.

"Seungmin is my gift, okay? Don't touch him." you wave your finger and she snickers.

"Feeling territorial, are we?"

"N-no!" you blush instantly.

"Don't worry, y/n. I won't touch your little boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend! He's not even alive!" you yell after her as she giggles all the way to her room.

You sigh and make your way to your room too.

"Alright. I don't know what you mean by playing but I'm too tired to do anything. Maybe a movie?" you talk to the doll.

As you get no answer, you decide to just get ready for bed and grab your laptop.

You make yourself comfy under the blanket, your eyes turning to look at Seungmin.

"Ah. I'm probably crazy but I do need a few cuddles." you shrug as you sit up, your laptop on the side.

Pursing your lips, you slowly take off his jacket and put it aside.

"Oh wow." you gasp as you notice the little hairs on his arms, moles here and there, as if it's real skin.

You touch his arm, it's smooth and soft... comforting, even.

Your hand runs down to his and you grab it, your fingers entwined with his.

For some reason, you crave touch even more now so you adjust him to lay down and make him comfy on the pillows before you grab your laptop and put it on his stomach.

You lean your head on his chest, putting his arm around you as you search for a movie.

"If anyone sees me like this, I would die of embarassment." you sigh as you press play on a random movie.

Even though Seungmin's skin feels real, and he feels somewhat warm, it's quiet when your ear presses against his chest, there is no heartbeat to lull you to sleep.

It weirds you out but at the same time it's comforting to have someone next to you.

Oh no.

Your favorite shirt is gone.

You rummage through your whole wardrobe, knowing it's surely where you left it last time.

Edie probably took it, you think and stomp your way to her room after you close the wardrobe with a thud.

You miss the little smirk on Seungmin's face and the way his eyes followed you to the door before stilling again.

"Edie! Where is my favorite shirt? The red one with the yellow sun? I told you to ask if you wanna borrow stuff!"

"What? I never took that shirt. It's ugly anyways."

"Girl, don't call my favorite shirt ugly." you whine while she giggles.

"Sorry, I don't wanna hurt the shirt's feelings." she puts her arms up in fake surrender and you roll your eyes at her.

Coming back to your room, you're stopped in your tracks as you notice the shirt thrown over Seungmin's thighs.

You stand and stare at him quietly, your mind trying to process this because you know for a fact that it wasn't there before.

Slowly making your way to him, you narrow your eyes as you snatch your shirt away from him.

"Is this how you wanna play? Seungmin, the mischievous doll?" you raise your eyebrow.

He seems to be smiling slightly at your sarcastic tone.

"We'll talk about this later." you threaten and run to your bathroom to get ready for classes.

It was only the beginning.

A few weeks have passed since your friends got you Seungmin, and by now you kind of got used to him.

You couldn't really fall asleep unless you were hugging him and every morning when you opened your eyes you would give him a soft kiss to his forehead, just what the letter asked.

You were convinced that there was more to Seungmin though, as your things would disappear or be moved around, only to reappear later, making you frustrated at his playful antics.

Edie was bugging you constantly about using the doll for its actual purposes and one stressful weekend of studying before exam season was all you needed to snap and find a way to let out your frustrations.

Exhaling loudly, you turned to look at Seungmin, your fingers tangled in your hair and pulling in frustration.

It must be 3am by now, you think and decide to get up and take a hot shower.

Luckily, Edie was away, visiting her boyfriend so you had the apartment all to yourself and could make as much noise as you wanted to.

In your tired daze, coupled with the hot water on your skin, you felt a familiar throb in your core.

Your fingers danced on your skin, going lower until you stopped and gasped.

Seungmin.

Maybe it was time to try the doll's abilities.

After you finish rinsing off, you wrapped a towel around yourself and made your way to your room.

Seungmin is propped on your bed in his shirt and boxers, you stripped him a few days before, wanting to be more comfortable when you hold him, the stiff jeans fabric annoying you while you sleep.

"Well. It's just us, I guess." you say as you stand in front of him.

"Fuck it." you let the towel slide down to the floor, your eyes following it and not noticing the spark lighting up in Seungmin's gaze.

"Well, it's not fair that you're dressed." you pout and make your way to your doll, stripping his shirt first and biting your lip as your eyes roam all over his chest and stomach.

You slide his boxers off next, his semi-hard cock popping out and you gasp, did he get hard just from you being naked? If so, how?

Completely flabbergasted, you stared at him.

He never looked more real than in this moment and you felt your arousal gather on your pussy and coat your inner thighs.

"I must be ovulating." you chuckle at yourself and straddle the doll's thigh.

His muscles were firm under your wet pussy and you whined, slowly fucking yourself against Seungmin's thigh.

His cock seemed to react strongly to this, growing, the tip becoming red and angry and your eyes flutter as you practically drool at the sight of his length.

You wrap your hand around him and whimper when you feel his heaviness in your hand, and the warmth radiating off of him, how he twitches against you, beads of pre-cum appearing at his tip.

You don't even want to analyze and think how they made him this real, in this moment all you want is to play with him and find some relief for yourself.

You squeeze his cock a little before giving him a few languid strokes.

"Ah, fuck!" you moan, riding his thigh, your wet pussy leaving trails of arousal on his skin.

You lean in closer and press your lips to his neck, kissing his skin and inhaling his scent that mixed with yours from so many days of just cuddling him.

Seungmin's fingers twitch next to him but you don't notice as your lips dance on his skin, kissing him, your tongue darting out to taste him, your teeth grazing against his nipples.

This seems to make his cock even harder and you smirk, your hand playing with his nipple as you jerk him off faster, still riding his thigh and bringing yourself closer to your release.

You read the manual before, and you know his nipples are sensitive, the more you play with them, the closer he gets to cumming.

You decide to be evil and bring the doll to the edge, before retracting your hands and giggling as you grind on his thigh faster.

"Ah, Seungmin!" you moan out as you bounce on him, and his eyes fall down to your tits bouncing in his face, but again you don't notice since your head is thrown back in full ecstasy as you cum all over his thigh.

"Mm. So good." you whine, needing more, so you throw your leg over him, grabbing his cock and sliding down on his length in one go.

"Ah, you're so big baby." you coo at Seungmin and start bouncing on him, his cock filling you up deliciously and hitting every spot inside you perfectly.

"You like my tits, hm?" you notice that they're right in front of him so you grab his head and smush his face into your chest as you continue fucking on him.

You lean back to look at his face and you swear there's something in his eyes as you hold his cheeks in your palms and slow your hips.

"You're enjoying, aren't you?" you whisper and lean in to kiss the doll, his lips moving with yours as if he's kissing you back and you almost get lost in him.

Gently taking his hands in yours, you kiss his fingers, licking and sucking on them as you gyrate your hips against him.

"I love your hands." you mumble against him, taking two of his fingers in your mouth and sucking on them, staring intently at the doll's face.

You can feel his cock twitch inside you as you clench around him, working his fingers deep in your hot mouth, holding his other hand on your breast.

There's definitely something in his eyes, you note as you bring yourself closer to your high.

You squeeze your eyes shut, wishing with your whole being he would wake up and touch you everywhere, his hands burning imprints on you, wrapping around your neck, pulling on your hair, spanking you, marking you as his.

With that, you moan loudly, your pussy gripping his cock before you spill your juices all over his length, riding out your high, your fingers on his nipples, pinching and pulling.

"You wanna cum, Seungminnie?" you coo at him. "You pleased me well, you can cum." you add with a particularly strong pinch and it's like he heard you, his cock twitching inside you before he exploded, spurts of hot cum filling you up deeply.

"Ah!" you moan at the feeling, your eyes rolling back as you wrap your arms around him.

After taking some time to calm down, you grab Seungmin's face and press a sweet kiss to his forehead.

"I'm glad you're here, dolly." you whisper.

Exam season was riding you hard, coupled with essays and projects you had due, you felt extremely stressed.

You were barely eating and sleeping, the only light in your life was your dolly, Seungmin.

All of your friends were in the same predicament as you, so none of them had the time or the will to hang out.

It was like a struggle happening between you and all your obligations, and you were losing the battle.

Just one more paragraph, you thought as your tired fingers ran across the keyboard, your eyes bloodshot and hair a mess, your entire body stiff with stress.

You felt worn out but every now and then you would glance back at the bed and a small smile would spread on your face upon seeing Seungmin waiting for you there.

A few days ago, you had come home to find little hearts drawn in your notebook, knowing it had to be Seungmin since Edie wasn't home then and couldn't possibly be pranking you.

Maybe you wouldn't admit it to your friends but you loved Seungmin, even if he was just a doll.

For the few months you had him, you had grown attached to him; you talked to him about your innermost thoughts and feelings instead of writing them down in your diary.

You always watched movies with him, and after the movie ended you would play with him, exploring his body and wishing he could do the same to you.

You know it's probably crazy, but to you Seungmin is alive, and seeing those heart doodles only confirmed that there was more to him than you initially thought.

And you were right.

Breaking down into tears of frustration that night, you crawled into bed a sobbing mess, your arms wrapping around Seungmin instictively, holding him tightly as you cried into his neck.

You fell into a deep slumber while Seungmin listened to you cry yourself to sleep, your tears soaking up his shirt.

He couldn't stand it, his heart began to beat erratically as he started taking in shallow breaths, his hand gripping at the sheet below him as he tried to gasp for breath.

He shivered against you, his eyes were wide and trained on the ceiling above him as he slowly got his heartbeat and breathing steady.

Miraculously, you didn't feel a thing and kept sleeping as he slowly came to his senses.

The first thing Seungmin felt inside his body was thirst and hunger, his stomach growling, making him feel dizzy as he clutched onto you.

I need to get up!, he thought to himself before slowly rolling out of your hold and falling down on the floor with a thud.

"Ow." he muttered and his head popped up to check on you but you were still fast asleep.

A sad smile spread on his face, you were so exhausted and it hurt him.

Seungmin gathered all his strength as he staggered to the kitchen, drinking a few glasses of water, only feeling a bit more normal after that.

He rummaged through the cabinets, having watched you cook multiple times, he knew where everything was.

Deciding it was fastest to make some instant ramen, he did just that, almost burning himself in the process.

He was so hungry he couldn't think straight, he had no idea what was happening, who exactly he was even though little snippets of memories were running through his mind, he couldn't remember anything clearly except the memories he shared with you.

Seungmin didn't have answers to any of his questions, but there was only one thing he was sure about.

He loves you.

So, after he finished eating, Seungmin sat down in your room, opened up your laptop and worked all night tirelessly to finish up your essay and project.

He was going to make sure you get your much needed rest while he helps you pass your exams.

Slowly waking up in the morning, your hands instantly reached out for Seungmin.

With your eyes closed, you started moving your hand around your mattress only to realize that it's empty.

You freeze, dread washing over you before you open your eyes, blinking and looking around the room.

"Oh my god!" you all but scream when you see Seungmin, your Seungmin, the doll, sitting at your table, his upper body leaned on it as he sleeps.

You can hear and see that he's breathing and you don't know how to react, frozen in complete shock.

Quietly, you get up, tippy-toeing your way to him, you lean down to look at his face.

He looks adorable, his face smushed against your papers, his hand on the keyboard of your laptop and the other in his lap.

His eyes move under his eyelids, pretty lashes caressing his skin, his body rising with the breaths he's taking in.

"S-Seungmin?" you place your hand on his upper back, your fingers twitching a little.

"Hm." he hums a little and you chuckle.

You're supposed to feel scared, mortified even; but you feel giddy to finally see him look at you, talk to you, touch you.

"Minnie?" you try again, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

His eyes flutter open, and he's confused for a second before his eyes widen at the sight of you.

"Y/n!" he exclaims, sitting up suddenly.

"You're alive. How?" you ask as you observe him.

"I- I woke up last night. I saw how you were struggling, how exhausted you were and I couldn't take it anymore."

"You saw... everything?" your heart beats faster.

"Y-yes." Seungmin nods, the tips of his ears becoming red. "It was as if I was in a state of sleep paralysis, and kept fighting to wake up."

"So you heard everything I said, felt everything I did?" you ask, for some reason the knowledge that Seungmin was actually present during every time you played with him, made you squeeze your thighs together and he noticed, the redness from his ears spreading to his neck.

"Yes." he says and you laugh in disbelief.

"This is insane! Wait, what are you doing at my table?" you remember suddenly and he chuckles awkwardly, playing with the end of his shirt.

"I- uhm... I finished your essay and project. Don't worry, I didn't fuck anything up! I worked on it as if it was you." he says and suddenly your eyes water.

"Minnie. You're so sweet. I'm so happy you came to life." you throw your arms around him and he gasps, his heart jumping in his chest.

He can't believe you didn't freak out and turn away.

Not only that you didn't turn away, you sat in his lap as he tentatively put his arms around you.

You held him tighter, making him melt into you.

Leaning back, you grabbed his face and started kissing him.

"Y/n, wait- you're not freaking out?" he stops you suddenly, an insecure look in his eyes as he observes your face.

"No, I knew you were alive. You hid my stuff and played pranks on me the whole time." you narrow your eyes at him and Seungmin chuckles awkwardly.

"Oops?" he grimaces and you laugh.

"Make it up to me, please." you whisper against his lips and Seungmin can't deny you.

He presses his lips on yours, his hands on your lower back, bringing you closer to him and making you grind against his lap.

Your nails dig into his shoulders when you feel him grow under you, and you can't help it as you start grinding against him.

All the times you played with him, you wished he'd wake up and just take you, and here he was now.

"Please, Minnie. I need you so bad." you moan and Seungmin smirks against your lips, his hands sliding down to grip your ass as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth at the same time.

He swallows all the sounds you make, his tongue exploring every inch of you as he lifts his hand and smacks your ass.

You jolt a little, pressing against him harder, feeling his cock twitching against your wet core.

Seungmin gets impatient, his hands grip the back of your thighs and he lifts you up, carrying you to your bed as you clutch onto him.

"I fantasized about this so much." you gasp breathlessly as he kneels between your legs, grabbing your ankles and pushing your knees to your chest.

"About what exactly? Tell me what you need, y/n." Seungmin's eyes are dark and filled with lust.

You shiver, biting on your lip as you feel more arousal soak your panties.

"I want you to be rough with me, please. Just do whatever you want." you whimper making him smirk.

"Anything you need, darling." Seungmin leans down closer to you, pressing his lips on yours hard and forcing his tongue in as his hand comes up to grip your throat.

The sound that comes out of you and travels into him, makes him grow impossibly hard in his boxers.

He squeezes your throat a little as he kisses you hard, taking your breath away and you dig your nails in his arm, your middle lifting up towards his and brushing against his hard member.

Seungmin presses down on you, slowly grinding against your wet panties as he leans back and grips your throat harder.

Your eyes flutter as you completely give into him, his gaze is fixed on you and how you're so willingly letting him hold your life in his hand.

When he releases you, you gasp for breath and grab at him.

"Fuck me, please Seungmin!" you groan and he slides your panties down as you rip your shirt off fast.

He chuckles at your eagerness, getting rid of his clothes too.

He presses his lips on your neck, his pretty hands exploring your body just how you wanted him to, fingers playing with your nipples, running over the dips and valleys of you.

Your whole body is on fire, your core is throbbing to be touched and it's like he senses it, his hand sliding between your legs to cup your pussy.

"S-Seungmin!" you whimper as he starts sliding his fingers on your wet folds, brining them up to your clit and pressing into it.

"Is this all mine?" he smirks darkly at you, torturing your sensitive clit, his other hand worshipping your breasts.

"Yes, all yours!" you moan as he slaps your pussy, a wave of arousal rushing through you.

"Please!" you beg, your hands gripping at the sheets beneath you.

"I love when you beg like that." Seungmin says, pushing his fingers inside you and you whimper as your pussy sucks them in eagerly.

"You always did what you wanted with me. Not that I mind that, but it's my turn now." he smirks, finding that gummy spot inside you and fucking slowly into it.

"Mm..." you moan as he pinches your nipples, teasing you with slow moves.

He speeds up, only to slow down again, driving you insane as your body yearns for release.

"P-please, let me cum." you whimper and Seungmin chuckles, withdrawing his fingers from you.

All those times you edged him were coming back to bite you in the ass as he decided to take his sweet time with you before giving you what you want.

You whine but before you can protest more, you feel the tip of his cock pressing against you, running over your folds and teasing your clit.

You're a moaning mess as he slowly pushes in, only the tip breaching your hot cunt.

You wait for more but realize with despair that he is going to tease you until the very end as he starts fucking you only with the tip of his pretty cock.

"Oh my god! Please!" you whine.

"Be quiet and take it." he says, his hand wrapping around your throat once more, squeezing as his tip goes in and out of you, then runs over your folds, smearing your arousal everywhere, playing with your tortured clit.

You give in, spreading your legs more as you hold them open for him while he tortures you.

"That's it. My good girl." Seungmin praises you and you whimper as he lets go of your neck.

You're about to beg for more but Seungmin leans back before grabbing you and turning you around on all fours.

"Oh!" you exclaim as he spreads your legs with his.

"I know what you want, darling." he chuckles lowly behind you before pushing into you harshly, making you take his entire length in one thrust.

"Ah!" you whimper as your pussy clenches around him immediately, not wanting to let him go.

Seungmin grunts, spanking you fast and hard a few times before he grabs your hips and starts fucking into you with an unforgiving pace.

You gasp for air as your grab the headboard, making the bed shake with the movement of your bodies.

His hand tangles in your hair and he pulls as you cry out, not being able to hold it in anymore, you cream around his cock and his eyes roll back, his hips stuttering as he releases inside you, filling you up with his hot load.

"Oh my god." you whimper, collapsing down as both of you breathe hard and he wraps his arms around you.

"That's what you fantasized about, hm?" he whispers, lips brushing against your ear.

"Y-yes." you say, breathless.

Both of you are quiet for some time before you face each other, breaking into shy smiles.

"I love you, Seungmin." your hand is on his cheek, and then in his soft hair as you caress him.

"I love you so much, y/n. What I feel for you woke me up, because I couldn't stand just watching you go through all the stress alone." he says as you hold each other.

"I wasn't alone, you were always there." you retort with a smile.

Something more gentle settles between you, and the two of you cuddle quietly, enjoying in each other's presence.

You stay like that for some time before you decide to clean up and eat breakfast.

Walking into the kitchen, you don't even notice Edie who turns around and upon seeing you walking in with Seungmin, she shrieks, taking a step back as her face morphs into a look of shock.

"What the fuck?!"

"Calm down, Edie." you chuckle.

"Calm down?! He's - he's alive! How?!" she keeps freaking out.

"I woke up-"

"He talks!" Edie interrupts him and you start laughing.

"Oh my god, Edie. No, we don't know how he woke up either and how he's alive." you say with a chuckle.

"Do you remember anything, Minnie?" you turn to Seungmin and he seems to blush at the nickname, fiddling with his fingers as if he didn't just rail you in the bedroom thirty minutes ago.

"Snippets. I remember this cold place, some kind of droning sound. Water too, maybe? And there were others. But I can't remember their faces at all. I just know they were there."

"Others?" Edie purses her lips and then grabs her laptop hurriedly.

"Them?" she types quickly before turning the laptop towards the two of you, the familiar site presenting the sex dolls on her screen.

Seungmin gasps, his lips trembling.

"T-that... that's them! They were there with me. In the cold room." Seungmin suddenly hugs himself and you can see he's becoming distressed.

Quickly, you reach towards the laptop, closing it and putting your arms around him.

"It's okay, take a deep breath." you say softly as you caress him.

"How about we finish our exams this week and then all of us try to find out what actually happened to you, Seungmin?" Edie offers and he nods.

"I'd like that." he says. "Just... I never want to go back there. I don't know why but it feels horrifying."

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone take you away from me." you smile at him, kissing his cheek gently.

Your exam and presentation week pass by smoothly, with the constant help and support of Seungmin, everything was easier.

He insisted on sharing your burdens, always reminding you to take care of yourself, preparing you warm meals while you studied and listening to you yap about what you learned for practice.

Your friend group all came to see Seungmin and they adored his personality instantly since he was a little shy with them but clearly adored you, they congratulated themselves for finding the perfect guy for you.

As the week came to an end, after a good night's sleep and a warm breakfast, Seungmin, Edie and you sat on your living room floor with your laptops, the manual and Seungmin's letter.

All three of you went through the letter and manual multiple times, like some new information would appear and help you understand where Seungmin came from, how did he suddenly come to life, why did the usb opening disappear when he woke up, why can't he remember anything.

The site wasn't much help either, it only had pictures of the dolls, info about them written in a similar fashion as Seungmin's manual was.

Nothing about the company except that they had advanced technology they were proud of testing.

After hours of research, you came up with a big fat nothing.

"I can't believe there's nothing on the net about this company!" Edie threw her hands up in frustration.

"There's something fishy about all of this." you let out a sigh as Seungmin looks at you.

"I'm really trying hard to remember more." he says.

"I know you are." you smile at him, caressing his face. "How about we take a break?"

"Sounds good to me. I'm meeting my lover for lunch anyways." Edie smiles.

"Hey, thank you so much for helping, Edie." you smile at her and she chuckles.

"Of course! What are friends for!" she exclaims with a giggle.

"I want to thank you for everything you've done for me." you whisper while you and Seungmin cuddle.

He smiles as you lift up before burying your face in his neck and kissing his soft skin.

"It was my pleasure." Seungmin takes in a shaky breath as your tongue darts out to lick at his sensitive spot before you sink your teeth into it.

"Y/n." he whimpers, grabbing at you.

"And it will be my pleasure to show you how grateful I am." you smirk at him, his eyes hooded as he observes you.

You lift his shirt up, taking it off and tossing it aside, your lips attaching to his skin instantly.

You leave kisses on his collarbone and chest, your tongue playing with his nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive buds.

Seungmin relaxes, letting you kiss his stomach, all the way down to the bulge in his boxers, where you press a kiss to his head.

"Ah, y/n." he whines, lifting up into you.

You only smirk, hooking your fingers in his underwear and pulling it down, watching his cock spring free, pre cum beading at the tip.

You need to taste him, tongue on him immediately before you wrap your lips around the head, sucking on it gently.

"Shit!" Seungmin moans, his hand tangling in your hair and holding you down.

It's clear to you that he's slowly taking control as he lifts his hips up, pushing your head down at the same time and making you take more of his length.

Your eyes flutter, enjoying the way he uses you, fucking up slowly into your mouth and you hold onto his thighs as he grips your hair and pushes in further.

You gag a little when you feel the tip of his cock bullying its way to the back of your throat and your pussy clenches.

You squeeze your thighs, looking for some friction as Seungmin keeps fucking up into you harder and faster.

"Fuck, you're doing so good, baby." he moans, his body trembling for a moment.

You choke on his length but he doesn't let up.

"Just a little more, and then I'll give you my cum." he smirks and you whimper around him, your cunt throbbing.

Your hand sneaks on his inner thigh only to grab his balls, squeezing them and massaging them and Seungmin snaps, his hips jolting as he releases hot spurts of cum inside you.

Your eyes close in pleasure as you swallow, your pussy dripping arousal on your panties.

"Please, Minnie. Please, touch me." you're desperate as you pop off of him and he shushes you, lifting up and laying you down.

He strips you quickly, his lips on your skin, finger on your wet cunt.

"So eager for me, aren't you?" he smirks, dipping just the tips of his fingers inside you.

"Y-yes, ah!" you whimper when he flicks your sensitive clit.

"Such a good girl." Seungmin coos at you, plunging two of his fingers inside you, his other hand stimulating your clit as he massages it and pinches occasionally.

Being the little tease that he is, he pulls his fingers out any time you're close to cumming, just to watch you writhe in frustration, your little pussy clenching around nothing.

He doesn't let you cum until he's reduced you to a crying, shaking mess and by that time you are so fucked out that you can't even speak.

You clench around his fingers before exploding all over his hand, squirting as his dark eyes observe you.

When he retracts his fingers, you grip his wrist, bringing his hand to your mouth as you swirl your tongue around them, cleaning them up and sucking on the digits.

"F-fuck." Seungmin whines.

Before he can lean down to kiss you, your phone starts ringing.

"Let it." he begs.

"It's Edie." you say quickly, ignoring the throbbing in your core. "Hey." you pick up as Seungmin catches his breath.

"What?! Okay, thanks for the heads up!"

"What's going on?" Seungmin looks at you worriedly and you quickly shake your head, grabbing a few tissues from the nightstand to clean yourself up.

"Edie and her boyfriend were in a diner and saw the news on tv, you were on it, and the other dolls. The company said that all the dolls have some kind of malfunction and that they're taking them back-"

"They wanna take me away from you?" Seungmin's lower lip trembles.

"You know I won't let that happen." you say as you open your laptop, typing in the site.

"It's gone!" you exclaim, the only thing that's popping up when you type the url in, is an error message.

"Shit, they're gonna come for me! I can't be here. I- I need to leave." Seungmin starts panicking suddenly.

"Seungmin, please, it's gonna be okay. I will-"

"No, y/n. It's too dangerous. It's best if they don't find me here. I don't wanna get you mixed up into anything."

"Minnie, I'm already mixed up into it. Because I love you and I won't let them hurt you." you grab his shaky hands.

"But-"

"No, we will do this together. I'll fight them, I swear. Just promise me you won't leave." you beg, squeezing his hands.

"Fine. I promise. I love you so much, y/n." Seungmin kisses you, the kiss feels like a goodbye to you but you don't want to dwell on it, the hope in your heart is not dying yet.

But, that night when you fall asleep in Seungmin's arms, he breaks his promise.

Having an inkling that whoever created him in the company has a tendency of being cruel, he didn't want you anywhere near that.

With a heavy heart, he looked at your sleeping face, caressing you and pressing his lips to your forehead and then your lips, he whispered his confession of love and disappeared into the night.

As he wondered next to the road, a car rolled closer and Seungmin lifted his thumb.

The car slowed down and when he looked into the passenger's seat window, a reflection of a familiar face stared at him in shock...

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Disrespecting female social groups for male validation? Typical lesbian behaviour.

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+18 mdni! faceless desire; a fic where bucky finds out about reader's little secret

cw: camboy!m!reader, porn with plot (shocking), use of shitty usernames, stream comments included, bucky finds out about the existence of adult websites, male masturbation, edging, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, use of toys (vibrator, dildo), voyeurism (kinda cuz reader is streaming), mentions of steve, and sam, bucky patches reader up after he gets hurt, bucky gets turned on after hearing reader's voice

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a/n: i really tried to expand on this idea, hopefully i did it justice.. i racked my brain for ideas and yeah .. i came up w this! its filthy but WHO CARES i was waiting for people's opinions before i posted this 💔💔 so sorry it was a slow upload

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you were all heart, though often lonely in ways that you never talk about, and you lived a bit of a double life. by day you were friendly, open, all while being coworkers, and decent friends with the avengers, especially bucky. by night though, you slipped into something more revealing, quite literally. you were making money by being a streamer on an adult site, going by the username ‘le charmeur’, which literally translates to ‘the charmer’ in english. it was a shitty username, but it’ll do, you were planning on staying faceless anyway. your camera was always cropped at your collarbones, and you never used your real name.

bucky, on the other hand, was more quiet, reserved, observant, a complete opposite of your personality. after all, he had been chased by death for practically most of his life, and had never learned how to truly relax. even though he was always quiet, you had fallen for him. you never told him though, never wanted to ruin the friendship you had with him and the others. his screen name, ‘alpine17’ though, was better known in the comment section of your streams.

it all started when bucky came home from a particularly rough day. he dropped his briefcase by the couch, and walked into the office of his apartment. the apartment was dark, except for the faint glow coming from the lamp on his work desk. while he stressed about work as a congressman, alpine, his cat, was sleeping peacefully on her bed next to the couch.

he needed to blow off some steam, so he clicked into an adult site, hoping to ‘relieve’ his stress.

he somehow ended up stumbling into your account, ‘le charmeur’, he curiously clicked into it, his eyes widening as he saw the obscene videos on your account. he let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. your stream popped up in the corner, and he thought it would be a good idea to join, maybe he could get himself off to your videos?

you were sitting on the bed, feet propped up against the bed as you fucked yourself with a dildo. bucky’s breath hitched at the sight of you.

alpine17:

‘found this stream by accident. best accident all week.’

he typed in the comment section. there was a small pause. then you responded to his comment.

“hmm. sometimes.. the algorithm gets it right. hm, alpine17, never seen you here before.” you spoke, your voice all breathy from fucking yourself. “welcome, newbie.” that was it. no ‘thank you’ for being here, no exaggerated welcome, just you, putting on a show for bucky, and the other thousands of people watching, of course.

user1:

‘god this new guy is so lucky! charmeur noticed him immediately..’

user2:

‘watch out newbie, everyone’s coming for you now!’

“c-come on, guys.. don’t be too mean, you’ll scare him away..” you muttered, before cutting yourself off with a moan. “aah, fuck, it’s just.. so deep..” the way you played with yourself drove him absolutely crazy. you pressed the dildo as deep as you could, before pulling it back out, just to slam it back in.

“fuck.” he took his pants off, stroking his own cock, all while imagining the dildo in you was his cock instead. he stroked himself at the same pace of you fucking the dildo into your ass.

“mmh- g-gonna cum, on y-your cock, sir..” you whimpered, you had changed your position, now you were arching your back so that the camera could focus on your ass instead. “s-shit, fuck, mmh c-cumming..” you finally came, entire body shuddering as you fucked yourself to ride out your orgasm. bucky had timed his orgasm with yours, his cock twitching desperately against his abs when he finally did.

alpine17:

‘think you can take one more, babydoll?’

he commented, shamelessly. this time he attached a $50 donation. he sighed, slowly teasing his cock as he waited for your response.

“o-of course sir, you’re so generous, i’d be evil to deny your request.” you pulled out a silicone board, sticking the dildo to it. you lined it up, before slowly sinking down. your legs shook visibly, while your cock twitched. bucky had never seen anything like your cock, it was so pretty, and a good size too. “doing this for you, sir, you know who you are.” you started to bounce on the dildo now, letting out the prettiest, most sinful moans ever, while your cock slapped against your abs with each bounce.

“mmh, f-fuck.” it didn’t take long for him to cum. in fact, he came before you even did. he didn’t even think to stop, just kept going, at the same pace as you in the stream. he ended up overstimulating himself, cumming multiple times to the obscene stream playing on his computer.

“thank you, for accompanying me tonight, and for the generous donations.. fucked myself so good..” you said drunkenly, doing your signature move of gently swiping your hand in front of the camera just before you ended your stream.

when bucky came to, he realised he had stayed longer than he meant to. he had came to the sight of you for at least 3 times. that’s when he knew, he was fucked.

the next morning

you, sam, and bucky had met up for coffee, the 3 of you were planning a surprise party for steve, after all, he was turning 107 soon. he was a living fossil at this point, but you wanted to celebrate him for many years to come. while you, and sam talked, bucky was staring, as always. he seemed different today, like he was distracted, and more flushed than usual.

“hey, buck, you okay?” you waved a hand in front of him, watching him flinch. “this isn’t like you. what’s wrong?”

“yeah, man. you haven’t talked all morning, and you’re usually excited to celebrate steve.” sam joined in, voicing his concern for bucky.

“i’m fine. just tired, work.” bucky spoke, bluntly. his voice in a different tone than usual. he couldn’t get ‘le charmeur’ out of his mind. he had been thinking about you since last night, and it drove him insane.

“sure, and i’m the president.” sam joked. after an hour, the 3 of you have decided on how to plan steve’s birthday.

“i have to go.” bucky checked his wrist watch, knowing he has to leave for work. he stood up, walking away. you and sam looked at each other cluelessly, before you both left as well.

later that evening

bucky had so much to do. so many meetings to attend, so much paperwork to sign. it was a particularly busy work day, and he felt more pent up than usual. at 9pm, he finally finished everything he was supposed to, and left the office. he couldn’t wait to see ‘le charmeur’ on his computer screen again, helping him get rid of all this stress.

bucky was slightly earlier compared to yesterday, entering just as you started streaming. you saw his username pop up, and you called out to him.

“alpine17, newbie! you’re early today.” you chuckled, the sound sending shivers down his spine. you sounded weirdly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

alpine17:

‘hi, got off work earlier.’

“since you were so generous yesterday, i’ll let you pick what i do today.” you spoke, making his heart skip a beat. you were wearing the shirt you had on that morning when he met up with you. ‘what a coincidence’, he thought.

alpine17:

‘why don’t you edge yourself tonight, babydoll? with a vibrator?’

bucky typed, before shakily pressing the ‘enter’ button to send his comment.

“oh, edging? you’re really not gonna let me cum, sir? not even with how pretty i look when i do?”

alpine17:

‘you’ll do what i say, and that’s it.’

he tried to act bold, and it worked on you. your breath stuttered as you let out a whimper when you read the comment.

“t-that’s too bad then..” you walked out of frame, your microphone picking up the sounds of clattering as you looked for your vibrator. after a while, you finally came back, with the soft pink vibrator in your hand.

at the sight of you, bucky immediately stripped his pants off. he watched you lay against the pillows on your bed, turning the vibrator on and dragging it all around your length.

“s-see that..? i’m so hard, and it’s all because of you, sir.” you stuttered, slowly stroking yourself as you dragged the vibrator against your balls. he followed along, stroking his cock to the sight of you playing with yourself.

after a while, he had cum twice now to the sight of you edging yourself. you started to blabber, your mind going hazy as you edged yourself, it was probably the third time now.

“please- uugh, sir.. c-can i cum now..?” you whined, begging him for mercy, begging him to let you cum. your begging stroked his ego like crazy, knowing how he had control of you through a screen, turned him on more than it should.

alpine17:

‘hm, maybe. why don’t you beg more? convince me that you deserve it.’

he typed, taking longer compared to usual, as one of his hands were occupied, stroking himself.

“aah.. please, please, sir.. i-i’ve been so good, did everything you- mmh, asked me to!”

alpine17:

‘go on, babydoll, cum for me.’

bucky’s cock twitched as he typed, he timed his orgasm with yours, as he always did. he stroked himself in time with each roll of your hips.

“t-thank you, sir.. uugh, c-cumming..” you came, and so did he. you were a shaky, stuttering mess, laying on the bed in bliss. he came for the third time, with a groan, his thighs shook from how the pleasure overridden his nerves. “felt so good, s-sir.” you chuckled. you took a few minutes to rest, laying on the bed until you eventually calmed down enough to speak.

alpine17:

‘you were so pretty, so good today.’

he typed, attaching another donation of $50.

“everyone’s so jealous of you, alpine17. they’re jealous of the attention i’m giving you.” you spoke, he was special, and very lucky, compared to the other people watching your stream. “they’ll hunt you down, considering how i let you toy with me earlier.” his face flushed as his cock twitched once more. ‘le charmeur’ was giving him extra attention, and his stomach filled with butterflies. you bid farewell to your viewers, before turning off your stream.

it became a pattern. evenings bled into midnights with ‘le charmeur’ on bucky’s computer screen. sometimes he just watched quietly, stroking his cock to whatever you were doing to yourself on stream. ‘le charmeur’ never showed his face, never gave a name, never revealed a city or timezone. it was practically impossible to figure out who ‘le charmeur’ actually was.

weeks had passed since he first watched your streams. the more he watched them, the more addicted he got. the first thing he would do when he came home from work was to watch your streams, and cum to them at least twice, before he could do anything else.

2 months later

the sun was hot, the court dusty, and neither of you had played tennis in a while. it didn’t stop you from dragging bucky out for a match though.

“i’m telling you, i used to be insanely good at this.” you waved your hands in the air, trying to prove your point.

“and how long ago was that?”

“..middle school. but let’s not talk about that!”

“right. we’re doomed.”

the both of you weren’t even that bad at it. you could return bucky’s shots, and bucky could return yours too, before it became clear that the both of you were equally as average, and equally as competitive.

you moved fast, despite the heat. you chased a wide shot, with the kind of recklessness that always got you in trouble. your foot got caught on the edge of the court, and you went down, hard. your shirt had ridden up when you fell, your waist scraping against the hard, rubbery court.

“shit.” bucky practically leapt over the net, running towards you. “you good, man?”

“define good, buck.” you winced, crawling back up, only to find the skin on your waist was raw, an ugly abrasion on your soft skin.

“don’t move.” he spoke, walking away and reaching into his bag.

“you carry a first aid kit?”

“technically no. i just carry the stuff i forget to throw out.” he spoke, bluntly, while you laughed.

“jeez, your disaster prep is definitely.. comforting.” you didn’t speak much as bucky cleaned you up, you just sat there, breathing through the sting. the bandage was wrapped perfectly, considering how most of you were active combatants, and needed to learn basic first aid.

“it’s not pretty, but it’ll hold.” he watched as you slowly got up.

“thanks doc.”

“that’ll be $25 dollars, and a slice of pizza.” he joked.

the both of you did end up getting pizza though. obviously, you offered to pay, partly because you owed him for treating your wound, and partly because you had extra cash to spare from your ‘side job’.

later that night

you started your stream slightly later than usual. and as if on cue, bucky joined. he sat on the seat of his office chair, staring into the view of you in front of him. today was different though, you had a shirt on, instead of being naked like usual.

“hi, little late today. took a hit, tripped like a fool earlier. so i can’t do much today..” you spoke, before sighing.

alpine17:

‘poor baby. show me the wound?’

bucky typed, it was embarrassing how straight forward he was being, considering how he was usually reserved and quiet. can you believe he was typing this shit publicly?

“battle scar of the week, alpine17.” you joked, adjusting your camera angle slightly, something you didn’t do often. the frame shifted lower than usual, just enough to show your waist, and hips, as you sat on your chair. then, ever so slowly, you pulled your shirt up, showing the ugly abrasion on your waist. neatly wrapped, white gauze, beige medical tape in a tight, double loop, it was wrapped in the way bucky always did it.

“what..” bucky blinked, leaning forward to take a closer look. “fuck.” that was his bandage. he had put that on. that exact wrap, that exact tuck in the gauze, the weirdly creased edge of the tape.

“i went to do some exercise today, haven’t been really active on the court. went a bit too hard, lost my balance and fell. it hurt so much.” you spoke, feigning an innocent voice, before chuckling, and adjusting your camera angle once more, so that it was back to the original position.

bucky wanted to type, no, say something, but he didn’t. his throat went dry as he connected the dots. he leaned back against his office chair, his brain running with thoughts of you. you were his favourite adult streamer, you were ‘le charmeur’ this whole damn time? you sounded and acted so familiar, he felt stupid that he didn’t connect the dots. he didn’t send another comment, didn’t expose him, didn’t even breathe. he just sat there, letting the quiet realisation settle over him.

“so quiet today, newbie?” you teased, completely oblivious to the fact that you had indirectly exposed your identity. you moved on, playing with yourself as usual, while bucky clicked off the stream, laying in bed as he realised he had been getting himself off to one of his best friends.

the following week

bucky spent the next few days pretending nothing had changed. he tried to, at least. now he knew, that they were the same, and that knowledge, that realisation, sat in his chest like a secret too big to keep. he didn’t wanna ambush you, didn’t want to ruin the trust the both of you had built over time, both online and in real life, but he couldn’t carry it alone anymore.

inside, every time you spoke, at the avenger’s compound, over texts, during their usual coffee run, he kept hearing that voice. not just your voice, but ‘le charmeur’’s voice, and it always made him hard.

“let’s go for tennis again next week, buck.”

“i.. i don’t know if i can make it, work and all.” bucky replied bluntly. “i need to go to the restroom for a while.”

“uh, okay?” you tilted your head in confusion, he had been acting weirdly for the past few days.

bucky rushed to the restroom, entering a random stall that at least had a working lock. he sat down on the seat, and pulled his cock out. it was red, flushed, pre-cum beaded at the tip as he realised how fucked he was. he stroked it quickly, eager to get himself off before you got suspicious of how long he was taking in the restroom. he teased his finger over his tip, just the way you always did with yourself, whines, and whimpers spilled out from his lips as he jerked himself off to the thought of ‘le charmeur’, the thought of you.

5 minutes had passed now, and you started to get worried. you left both of your coffees on the table, and you walked towards the restroom. you walked in quietly, not calling out to bucky just yet. you washed your hands, listening intently.

“mmh, f-fuck.” a stifled whine broke the silence, the voice sounded desperate, filthy.

your face flushed red immediately, as you covered your mouth with your palm, not wanting to make any sound. then, the realisation hit you. there was only one occupied stall, and he was the only one that was currently at the restrooms.

“..buck?” you spoke, your voice shaky. upon hearing your voice, bucky came immediately, accidentally letting out a groan that he didn’t hold in. “you okay, buck? where are you?”

“huh- mm, i-i’m fine.” he replied, voice breathy from his orgasm. he tried to play it off, but it was too late, you had already heard all of his breathy moans, his whimpers, his panting.

“buck, open the door right now.” you spoke, voice tense now, and it sent a shiver running down bucky’s spine. “i’m telling you, if you don’t open this door, i’ll break it down.”

“o-okay, i’m coming out.” he replied, putting his pants back on. thank god it was a sunday, he was wearing sweatpants instead of his usual slacks and loud belt. he looked absolutely ruined, his face flushed red as his eyes were glazed over. he stumbled a little as he walked, it was undeniable now, he had been masturbating inside the stall. “sorry.. got a bit occupied earlier.” he spoke bluntly, as if he was back to his usual self. the both of you stared at each other in silence, before he invited you over to his place. “i need to talk to you about something.. important.”

you gulped, nodding hesitantly. soon after, you were back at his place. you sat on the couch as he poured you a glass of water.

“recently, i’ve been.. pent up.” he confessed, and your eyes widened at the revelation.

“w-what?”

“i haven’t been touched in years. i was frustrated, and i..” he covered his face in embarrassment. “i stumbled onto an adult site.”

“okay, a-and then?” you stuttered, not knowing what to expect now.

“i’ve been watching this one streamer.. he helps me get off, almost every night. and that streamer.. i-is you.” he spoke, his voice cracked in guilt.

the both of you sat in silence momentarily, the room felt much smaller now. bucky broke the silence as he continued.

“i.. i’m sorry. i can stop, i’ll stop, if you want me to. i feel guilty, no one should do this to their own friend. i only found out through the wound on your waist.”

“you.. you weren’t supposed to know.. no one’s supposed to..” your eyes welled up with tears of humiliation, as you breathed heavily.

“i get that-”

“no, you don’t.” you snapped, your voice cracking. “that’s the only place i get to be me without people judging, knowing. i.. i built that space so that i could fucking breathe for once.”

“i.. i do get it, that space helped me breathe too. helped me take the edge off.”

“this.. this is so fucked up, buck.”

“why?” bucky inched closer towards you. “because we’re good friends? or because we’re more than that?”

“buck-” you turned around, eyes wide.

“i’m not trying to take anything from you. not your space, not your privacy, not your dignity. i.. i just couldn’t sit with it anymore. i couldn’t keep pretending i didn’t know you in more ways that one.”

“i need some time. i feel humiliated buck.. i-i’m not ready.” you walked out, leaving bucky hanging.

"..fuck."

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snoopychris · 4 months ago

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TA!matt discovering camgirl!reader online

warnings: masturbation, kinda sub!matt, matt's kind of an ass, cammy used in place of y/n

11:03am

“ok… professor thomas isn’t here today. you guys are stuck with me. i’m not legally… allowed to teach so just. do whatever. you can leave if you want.” matt speaks, his voice booming clearly throughout the room. the tests you had taken the week before were sitting face down in front of each seat. you’re almost scared to look at your grade. your friend, melissa, takes her seat next to you, flipping her page over instantly.

“78. how’d you do cammy?” she asks, glancing at the marks on her paper before you flip yours over. 65. “what the hell?” you whisper, looking around the room. nobody else seems to be freaking out over their scores. you make your way to matt’s temporary desk, setting your paper down. “a 65?” you mumble, glancing between matt and the paper. he sets his phone down on the desk, looking up at you. “well, yeah. your determinants were wrong and you did the wrong method. i was being generous with the grade.”

you shake your head in disbelief, glancing over matt’s features. “i didn’t… i was so confident in… is there anything you can do for me?” you whisper, biting your lip so hard that it begins to bleed. matt shakes his head, flipping through his textbook. “do the problems on page 117. give them to me on friday and ill use some of those as proof that you know what you’re doing. daddy’s money can’t pay its way through college” you scoffed at his words. sure, you had a lot of materialistic things, always having the best backpack, the best notebook, dressed in the best clothes, but was always from your own pocket. “that’s not fair.” “oh no... you actually have to work for something for once. crazy isn’t it?” matt replies, looking back down at the papers he was grading.

it feels like the walk of shame on your way back to your seat. when you sit down, melissa elbows your ribs, making you chuckle. “i mean shit, cammy, i’d give anything for him to talk to me like that. at least he’s hot though, right cammy?” “i’d never ever think that man was attractive. i would never. ever. do anything with him. matter of fact. hit me if i ever do.”

11:03 pm.

matt had been going through the worst dry spell of his life. chris and nick had been making fun of him for it nonstop. he just felt desperate. in the back of his mind, he knew what he was doing was pathetic and probably frowned upon by some people. a wednesday night isn’t typically spent looking through a camgirl website hoping that one of them is cheap enough for him to afford them walking him through an orgasm. he was twenty two years old for gods sake. he shouldn’t be doing… whatever this was. the girls on his screen were all beautiful. they all had a confidence he wishes he could have. he didn’t judge the girls on the other side. he’s been desperate for money too. it’d be a lie to say that he hadn’t considered pornography. the scrolling continued for a while, only coming to a halt when he saw a free livestream.

on the other side of the city, you were growing bored. there can’t have possibly been that many other cam girls available at this time on a wednesday night. you had been live for about an hour, talking to nobody other than yourself. your face was hidden from the camera, only your lips and lower body visible. still, with no audience, you tried your best to make it seem like you were doing anything. a bullet vibrator sat near your clit, attached to your fingers by a holster. it was off, and you weren’t doing anything other than moving it in circles. maybe this whole free thing hadn’t been the best ideas. your face brightens slightly when a user finally joins. mateo81. “hello mateo… y’got yourself a private show tonight. everybody’s too busy for me.” you pout, your voice covered by a voice changer. they were common on this app.

matt thinks it’s almost too corny. then again… you look good. just his type. and free. he would’ve paid if he had too. was it too good to be true? he should find out right? matt puts the website on full screen, typing a message out in the chat. completely free? NSA?

“completely free mateo… no strings attached.” you smile, tapping your bullet vibrator on the camera. “unless you wanna tip. i do a free stream every once in a while… you got lucky today and got it allllll for yourself. you’re gonna be such a good boy for me aren’t you?” you whisper, your voice like silk. usually matt’s not into this stuff. he’s not submissive. there’s something about you that’s making him do it all. he types another message, swallowing roughly. he doesn’t even remember getting as hard as he is right now. please. so hard rn. he pushes his boxers down, staring intently at the screen. every word you say is like a potion, drawing him further under your spell. he hopes there’s no antidote.

you chuckle as you turn your vibrator on, holding it on your clothed clit. you bite your lip, holding back a small moan as you await another message. how much for you to take it off? you giggle once more, shrugging your shoulders as you press your tits together with one hand. “just gotta ask nicely baby…” you smile, slipping the small panties—if you could even call them that— off of your figure.

matt watches with full attention as you do so, fisting his cock faster and faster. he wasn’t trying to cum so fast, but he had gone so long without any form of release that he felt like he had to. besides, it’s not like you’d see him. the precum that was coating his tip is rubbed away gently when matt rubs a thumb over his slit, biting the hem of his t-shirt as he reaches his first orgasm of the night. he doesn’t send a message regarding his cum coated hand, but opts to send one anyway. tits look nice. he hopes he doesn’t sound too pathetic or weird.

your top is quickly discarded, gently jiggling your breasts on the camera for the person watching over the screen. matt groans at the sight, his sticky hand beginning to move up and down again. you continue to rub the vibrating toy on your clit, letting out small whines and whimpers. you always made it a point to not fake moan like other cam girls. you’d rather be authentic than seem fake and money hungry like some girls on the app were.

“you’re doing such a good job… wish i could touch you right now. bet you’re dripping aren’t you? you dripping out of your dick over the fact that i’m fuckin myself with this toy for you?” matt could hardly type at this point with how covered in cum his hands were. he didn’t even remember having a second orgasm. or a third. but he knows that he did. your words were making him feel something so different than anything he’s ever felt before.

with shaky hands, he types a yes, sending it to your screen—wherever you are. you chuckle at the message , pouting your lips for your sole viewer. “such a good boy mateo. so so good… fuck i’m gonna cum… gonna cum for you okay? do it with me yeah? unless you’ve already done it… won’t judge you…” he nods even though you can’t see him, meeting his climax once more. you whine loudly as you release, your body squirming as the feeling takes over. “f-fuck.” you whisper, pressing a small lip gloss kiss to the camera. matt chuckles at the sight, using his discarded shorts to clean himself off.

his computers pointer moves to the follow button, clicking it as he begins typing a message in the chat. this was fun. do it again sometime? i’ll actually pay haha. he sighs of relief when you nod on camera, giggling quietly. “i can’t wait. i gotta go now. have to pee and all. i’ll see you next time okay, mateo?” you smile, turning your live stream off. matt feels a pang of sadness when he audibly says goodbye and gets no reply.

he glances at his clock, noticing that the minutes are just ticking by. there’s still a pile of math tests on his desk waiting to be graded. he throws his head back and groans, standing up to wash his hands before sitting back down at his work area. the first test he grades is almost a perfect score. 98%. he always tries to avoid names when grading test to avoid any unintentional bias. he chuckles to himself when he reads the name after he’s done grading it. cammy.

you whine as you shut your laptop, walking into the kitchen. you’re still in minimal clothes after putting your top back, but it’s decent enough to be seen by your roommate. he walks into the room, clapping slowly at your performance on the other side of the wall. “you did great, cammy. truly. always put on a show! you get this months rent yet?” he asks, handing you a cloth towel for you to wipe off any sweat with. you chuckle at his words, downing the water bottle in your hand. “free show tonight tucker. y’shoulda seen em! all… one of them! the art of camming is dying and i am going to bring it back. mark my words.” tucker chuckles at your words, grabbing his own water from the fridge. he pops it open, taking a long swig before ruffling your hair. “no judgement here. i support your whore career so long as you support my music career.” you can’t help but smile at his words, knowing he’s being genuine. he supports you in everything that you do. he always has. “yeah whatever. you’re such a good role model.” tucker rolls his eyes as he opens the fridge once more, grabbing some precooked pasta to heat up.

“did you ever get that math test back? i got an 85. i think that matt guy really likes me or something cause i did so much shit wrong and yet here i am” you shake your head at his question, putting on a tshirt that was thrown over the couch. “no he doesn’t like me much. in fact im probably the last person on his mind 24/7 and when i am on his mind its probably all about how he dislikes me and how bad of a linear algebra student i am.” you shrug, taking a bite of your roommates pasta. “im sure that’s not true.” “oh no. it’s definitely true. there is absolutely no way that I am on his mind right now.” matt got through the stack of papers faster than he had expected. he used your nearly perfect example as an answer key of sorts. he began getting ready for bed, properly this time, knowing that he had an early start to his day with a few morning classes, followed by his nightly internship. he needed to find more time for himself. as he nestles into bed, jellycats at his side, he stares up at the ceiling for a few minutes. his mind keeps drifting back to the camgirl from earlier. cherry. he hopes she’s okay right now. that she’s had a good meal and that she was safe, wherever she was. it was all that was on his mind. the only person on matt’s mind was you. and it had absolutely nothing to do with your mathematical abilities. in fact— he wasn’t even thinking about your test grades anymore. you were absolutely on matt's mind right now, even if neither of you knew it.

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peachitykeen · 2 years ago

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A hyperrealistic cockroach would scare me too, if I were Frank. It scared me as me! I wasn’t expecting to see that little guy scurrying around on the website.

#The scientific names I gave the bugs are just complete nonsense!#My favorite is the one that (hopefully) means Fly with a Sweettooth.#He’s just a small lad!#welcome home #frank frankly #eddie dear #julie joyful #barnaby b beagle #poppy partridge #wally darling

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despairots · 3 days ago

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MINISKIRT, chapter two of bite me!

baby saja x fem! reader | okia, this ones gonna be longer than the first one bc i realized i made it too short 💔💔 dw guys baby shows up he was originally supposed to show up in chapter three but yknow ❤️

story contains | thoughts of death but it’s nothing serious also reader’s actually personality cracks a bit

tag list | @enerofairy, @zomqiez, @ffcfffr, @mysteris-things

website. prev chpt … next chpt

A yawn escaped your mouth, stretching your arms over your hand as you left the tower to walk. If they wanted to find you, they’ll just give you call, and if they scolded you for walking out at night when demons come out, you’ll just wave them off.

You always liked this part after a concert, unlike the others who like resting on the couch while watching a movie, too tired to move. You often went out to walk, dead at night, with demons, unarmed, and coming back knowing you’ll get scolded.

‘It’s just comforting,’ you waved off, ‘I’ll be fine.’ you crossed your arms. You liked that they cared for you, it’s just sometimes it’s too much. You just want them to lay off your back for awhile. Yes, you know how dire the situation would be if you died, it’s all you think about whenever you’re out.

Scratch that, you think about it everyday. A crazy fan could sneak inside and straggle you, a stalker could threaten you, a demon could steal your soul, you could fall off a building. It’s not rare to not think about it, people think about dying everyday rather it be suicidal or not.

You’re just as scared at dying like any other human. It’s normal, it’s uncommon, it’s nothing bizarre. Fearing death is humane, that’s what often distinguishes humans and demons. The thought made you froze, since when did you start comparing humans and demons?

You never once did. Yes, your whole job was to slain demons to protect the world, but you never compared the qualities between humans and demons before. Some humans were more demonic than demons, but you didn’t have anyone—any demon—to back up your claim.

Maybe this whole job was getting to your head, and to think you wanted to go out on a walk to clear your mind but instead got compromised with the new thought.

You pulled your phone to check the time before noticing a notification about a new song. Furrowing your eyebrows, you clicked it, revealing the one song that was supposed to be released after your 2 weeks hiatus. Annoyance filled your body, sighing angrily and pinching the bridge of your nose.

Went out on a relaxing walk just to not be relaxed. God, sometimes you hated this job.

You loved the girls and Bobby, they’re the family you’ve always wanted but they can be a bit… how do you say it? They’re sorta irritating to be around? It’s just they change things so many times, and when they do, it brings you so much annoyance and anxiety. You have to work overtime, and it’s hard to balance this life and your personal life.

You’re not perfect, the opposite of that actually. You’re rude, snappy, and easily agitated, you clearly got it from your family. Despite being a sensitive soul, you are a terrible person, it’s written in stone and you never once bothered changing it. You only acted docile to survive, you never wanted to act like that but acting stupid helped you up to this point.

It’s not that you’re ashamed, you couldn’t care less about it. If someone came up to you and said that you’re a shitty person, you’d just laugh because they’re right. You don’t hide it often, it slips through the perfect facade you’ve crafted sometimes and all of a sudden you said something that earns you blinks.

Rumi’s contact photo appeared, sliding the button to the side and holding the phone against your ear. You took in a deep breath, ridding any snark you wanted to say to her because it’d be the opposite of what they’d known you as, also because you knew she just wanted to keep the demons down there forever.

“Rumi, hi! I saw the song, we’re already releasing? What about our relaxation?” You greeted, a tense smile on your face as you crouched down a lamppost, Rumi awkwardly chuckled on the opposite side, scratching her cheek, “Yeah, I know we’re going too fast, but the sooner the honmoon turns gold, the better. Just come back as soon as possible, promo starts tonight!” You gapped in surprise, grasping the lighter in your hand tightly.

You didn’t even get to sleep, or eat, or anything! Promo starts tonight? Are we serious? Biting the inside your cheek, you responded tensely, “Great, love it. Coming back now, bye!” You hung up before she could say anything back, a disgusted look on your face.

None of what you’re feeling is directed towards her, she’s the last person who deserves your rudeness. It’s just your fans knew you were going to take a hiatus, so dropping a song after a big world tour would throw everyone off. They would be happy, sure, you love to see them happy, but why now?

You groaned, slamming the side of your head into the metal lamppost, an unlit cigarette clutched in your hand, “No one appreciates the schedule anymore, great.” You let out a breathy laugh, running a hand over your hair. Fuck, you were going insane.

“Wow, you look pathetic.” A boy with teal hair commented, coming out the shadows with crossed arms. You looked him up and down, “Coming from the Wreck-It Ralph Sugar Crush fuck.” You snapped back, standing up to head back to the tower.

The boy huffed, either amused or offended by your comment, “Didn’t expect the angelface of HUNTR/X to be rude.” He mumbled underneath his breath, loud enough for you to stop in your tracks, “And you are?” Raising an eyebrow, you turned around to see him again, a smirk on his face.

Now taking a good look at him, his voice did not match his face. What is Gwi-Ma feeding his demons?

“You didn’t figure it out yet? You’re more slower than you look.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I know you’re a demon, why are you here?”

He just shrugged before disappearing back into the shadows. You stood there for a few seconds, staring at the spot he was just at, “Weird crackhead.” Last thing you commented before actually heading back.

You were exhausted, even after coming back from the walk. The new outfit you had to hastily put on scratched your arms and the boots were hurting your toes. The promo was done, for tonight at least, you still had the entire week to promote the song and you aren’t sure if you can handle it anymore.

Zoey plopped herself down next to you, eyes blinking at different times as she continued to sink into the couch. You blinked at her, looking around the room to find something for her before she groaned loudly and placed her head onto your lap, “I want kisses.” You sweatdropped at her words, twirling a strand of her hair.

“Zoey…”

She whined like a child, kicking her legs up, “Why are we promoting this song so early? I like how it’s trending and our fans love it, but I wanted to couch.” Zoey pouted, wrapped her arms around your waist, and buried her head into your stomach.

You sighed, taking out her space buns slowly and gently, “Me too, Zo.” She looked up at you with puppy eyes, making you tense up and sweatdrop.

She wanted something from you, you know it…

“Can I use your iPad?” The question made you blink, doesn’t she have one? Why ask you? Sensing your thoughts, she sat up, still looking at you, “I didn’t charge mine.” Sighing, you nodded, heading up to your room and coming back with your iPad in hand.

She squealed, snatching it away and instantly pressing youtube to start watching a video about sea animals. Honestly, you’re more surprised that she’s able to do all that in this uncomfortable outfit, “You’re not gonna change…?” She shook her head, her hair shaking along with it.

“Nope!”

“…You’re not uncomfortable with it?”

“Nuh uh.”

“…Okay.”

You left her alone, pulling the collar of the jacket away when it scraped the bottom of your chin. Whoever made this outfit uncomfortable will be fired, almost all your other costumes weren’t remotely close to how itchy this one is.

The quietness of your room kept making you drift back to the demon you saw, why the hell was he so rude? What was he doing there in the first place? How did he find you in the first place? Was he not gonna attack you? Why did neither of you attack eachother when you first found out?

You shrugged at the thoughts, throwing the jacket off and making yourself comfortable on your bed. The ceiling seemed to swirl together the longer your eyes stayed open, there was no reason a demon was clouding your mind, and not in a weird way.

More in a way of like; why was he in a human disguise? And why in the everloving fuck was he dressed like that? To be honest, you’re glad you got the last word in, there was no reason for him to call you pathetic when he looked like that!

Groaning, you threw a pillow at the door, Zoey being knocked back with the pillow falling down. The appearance of the girl made you sit up immediately, “Did you knock?” You snapped before taking a deep breath in and asking your question again calmly, “I did, for the past like 5 minutes.” She made herself comfortable on your bed.

“Do you like barging into my room?” Zoey just smiled with her tongue peeking out, “Do you like sulking in your room?” You snorted, shoving her aside gently when she started laughing. Zoey turned away when she saw you pull out pyjamas, getting knocked back onto the bed when you threw a pair at her.

She jumped up and down on your bed once she changed, letting you pick out a movie while sending her glares. You loved Zoey, she was like your little sister, but sometimes she can be a bit overbearing.

‘Little Women’ started playing which caused Zoey to let out a dramatic gasp, “Change it!” She tried snatching the remote out of your hand, pulling yourself away from her scratching nails while giggling, “Okay, okay—Zoey, stop it.” You held tightly onto her shoulder, seeing the guilty look on her face, making you feel immediately embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I know you were just joking but your nails are sharp.” You apologized, looking around the room to avoid looking at her. The tension in the room was a bit awkward before she just tackled you into a hug, repeating apologies into your neck, “Zoey, it’s fine. Just watch the movie.” You sighed heavily, letting her just make you into a pillow when she didn’t move.

Fuck that stupid demon. He quite literally is impacting your mood ever since he called you pathetic. You weren’t pathetic. An asshole, maybe, but pathetic? Now you were just catching strays from a demon you could’ve killed easily.

Matter of fact, why didn’t you kill him? Why didn’t you summon your weapon? Why didn’t he kill you? Whatever the case was, you’ll call him pathetic when you see him again, or not, to be fair, you don’t really care.

“[Name]?”

“Yes, Zoey?”

“Why’d your heartbeat increase?”

“Uhhh…”

Yeah, she never got an answer.

GOLDEN was trending all around Korea, you and your friends waking up early this entire week to do interviews about the song which caused you to be more snappy than usual. There was no reason for the song to be released so early, you understood Rumi’s reason, but you never understood why she would do it without consulting with any of you first.

All of you were exhausted after that last tour, just wanted to sleep and not get up for any dance practices or tv reality shows, or anything actually.

It was just promotion, promotion, day after day. You could barely get a twinkle of sleep without someone waking you up about an interview that you all need to run too. So yeah, the reasoning behind your attitude was justified.

“The first live performance is tonight!” Zoey announced, you tried to calm down the annoyance that was slowly bubbling inside, a fake smile on your face as you heard the cheers from the crowd and the honmoon glowing brightly. This day could not get any worse…

Turns out it can get worse.

Rumi kept coughing mid dance practice, earning multiple confused stares whenever she stopped. This was her third time, your concern for her shoving the irritation away as you handed her a waterbottle, “Rumi, I told you to take it easy.” She just smiled softly and took the water, “I just need 5.” She left the stage, shocking everyone.

“We go live in 10!” The three of you looked at eachother before following after Rumi, not finding her in the dressing room. You frowned, pinching the bridge of your nose, “What do we do?” Zoey and Mira looked at eachother and shrugged, also confused on what to do.

“Let’s just cancel it.” Zoey said, voice small as she rubbed her hands together. It wasn’t professional, canceling a show that was gonna happen in 10 minutes, but without Rumi’s voice or Rumi in general, you couldn’t perform the song.

Mira looked down with furrowed eyebrows, “How are we gonna tell Bobby? Or the fans? They’ll be mad at us.” Her comment made Zoey curl into herself, she was right. Fans would be mad, and they’d have a reason to, but it’s better safe and sorry.

“We’ll refund them, let’s tell Bobby and the rest before we head back to the tower.” You gestured for the three of you to leave the dressing room, explaining to Bobby who tried to keep himself calm when he was sweating bullets. When you offered to do it for him, he just waved you off, saying he’ll man up and do it.

On the drive back, your annoyance came back. It wasn’t Rumi’s fault, but she shouldn’t have pushed the release date so early if her thought wasn’t doing so well, “Another reason why we shouldn’t have released it.” You whispered under your breath, biting the thumb of your nails.

Mira and Zoey looked at eachother with concern. They’ve never seen you like this before.

The three of you waited for Rumi to head to a private ramen shop, dressed in comfortable clothes and waiting in the living room. She came down from the elevator, holding her arms close and a conflicted look on her face.

“I.. I’m sorry about the show.”

Rumi swirled her spoon around in the broth, “Rumi, it’s okay. I’m sure everything will be fine. Bobby can handle it.” Just as she ended the sentence, Bobby called claiming that he can’t handle it before Mira hung up when Rumi seemed to get more stressed out, “It’s okay, we can reschedule.” You smiled at her, “By the way, we pay Bobby 3%?” They seemed to ignore your question.

“I don’t know if that’s gonna be possible.” Rumi’s words seemed to confuse you all, “My voice, it’s in trouble.” She pointed out, all of your eyes widening, “Wait, in trouble? Then why did you push up the GOLDEN release?” You drank for your cup of tea, whispering an ‘exactly’ into it.

“Because we’re so close, and it’s so important.” Rumi answered, guilt laced into her words. Zoey sat up straight, “Okay, how do we handle this? What do we tell the fans? Maybe we should call Celine?” Zoey offered, an awkward smile on her face, “We’d know what she’d say, Zoey.” Mira blinked blankly at her.

“Oh, right, right.” Zoey cleared her throat.

“We are Hunters, voices strong. Your faults and fears must never be seen.” Mira and Zoey quoted, only the three of you chuckling while Rumi smiled at the attempt to cheer her up, “No, but that’s really bad. We got to hide it. We got to hide it and fix it.” Those words did not reassure Rumi.

“Rumi, why don’t we take a break? We’ll skip the Idols Awards this year and—“

“No, no way. It’s our most important show. It’s when we strengthen the honmoon for the entire year. We can’t skip it, we just can’t… Not when I’m so close.” She objected, eyes glossy. The three of you looked at eachother with worry, “Hey, we’ll get through this. We can get through anything, together.” Your hand placed itself over Rumi’s, reassuring her.

“Okay, we have 2 weeks to fix Rumi’s voice. Any ideas?” Zoey buzzed in her seat, “I do have 1 idea,” She trailed off, and knowing her, she did not have 1 idea.

You giggled into your cup, “Just 1?”

“Actually 57, but let’s start with my favourite! Don’t worry it’s totally legit.”

Didn’t seem like it…

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liliesformingi · 2 months ago

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"much love, laufey" - a mini series by @liliesformingi. view series masterlist, and outline here.

3. 'valentine' - yunho x reader “i tell him he's pretty too, can i say that?”

author's note: bring me 900 million jeong yunhos right now.

People raised their eyebrows at you for rooming with a guy. “And you don’t have feelings for him?” they’d ask, over and over.

But Yunho wasn’t just a guy, he was your friend. Supportive, protective, kind. He was a comfortable presence, something familiar.

Yunho was studying sports science and physiology at university, but also wrote lyrics on the side. You knew he loved physiology and understanding the human body, but music was what he truly loved, what he spent ungodly hours working at and obsessing over. But it’s not stable enough, he’d sigh, stretching his arms before returning to the essay on human development he’d been procrastinating for the past week.

You were studying psychology, but also took art history classes on the side. Yunho knew art was something you desperately wanted to pursue, but it was the same as it was for him. You took the smart route. Not necessarily the easy one, or the one you liked. You did what you needed to, securing your futures.

Both of you were scared of risking something, messing stuff up.

He’d bring you an iced coffee when he knew you’d forgotten to drink one while studying.

You’d make his preworkout for him to take before he went to the gym.

He’d go out and buy things for you when it was that time of month and you couldn’t get out of bed.

You’d blow dry his hair late at night when he was too tired to do it himself, insisting he’d get sick if he went to bed with damp hair.

He’d comfort you after each failed date, after each guy ghosted you or simply told you “You’re not what I want.”

Basically, you two were cosy.

It had been a quiet day. Both of you had upcoming exams, not for another few weeks, but close enough that it felt real, and both of you had fears of not doing enough. So if that meant going through notes for hours and revising on the sofa while he sat at the dining table, tapping his pen along to whatever he was listening to with his headphones while occasionally annotating a diagram, so be it.

Eventually, you were bored, hungry and worn out.

Yunho had dark circles under his eyes, and you were struggling to retain your gaze on the harsh light of your laptop, but both of you refused to give up. Until you checked your phone and realised it was 3pm, and you were yet to have lunch, let alone breakfast.

“Oh, shit,” you mumbled, standing up and stretching before you made your way into the kitchen. You automatically pulled out two bowls and ripped open a packet of yours and his favourite ramen, setting the water to boil while you chopped vegetables and stirred the soup.

You set the steaming bowl in front of him along with a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. He looked up gratefully, taking his headphones off and shoving his work aside. “Thank you, angel, I’m sorry, I could’ve made myself something-”

“Don’t worry, Yun, it’s fine,” you sat down opposite him, beginning to eat your food. You slurped noodles and yawned, occasionally exchanging the odd comment about work or school. You asked him about his music projects he was working on, and he started off on a vivid explanation about this amazing website of free music samples he’d found. You watched him happily, resting your chin in your hands.

“Sorry, I’ve been talking for a while,” Yunho chuckled. “How’s stuff with you? Got a psych exam coming up, yeah?”

“Mhmm. I just . . . my head’s in it, but my heart kinda isn’t. And it’s a lot of work. I’m tired all the time,” you yawned and stretched. “And my shoulders hurt like hell from sitting so awkwardly for hours.”

Yunho tilted his head a little. “C’mere.”

You stood up and winced slightly, waddling over towards him. He stood up, gesturing for you to sit in his place. You sat down, rolling your neck. He started pressing his hands into your shoulders, upper arms and neck; each movement releasing the pent up tension and stress from your body.

“Feel a bit better?”

“Mm, feels nice, Yun,” you sighed, leaning your head back and looking up at him.

Yunho didn’t know what came over him in that moment. Hands still resting on your shoulders, he leant down, and kissed your forehead.

You gasped a little, body startling. “Yunho, what the fuck?”

“I’m so sorry,” he gasped, immediately redacting his hands from your shoulders. “I don’t know why the hell I did that. Actually, no, I do know, and that’s the problem.”

“Yun-”

“No, let me talk. Please. I like you. Not even like, maybe love, I don’t know. And it hurts, knowing you probably don’t feel the same way and it hurts seeing you go on those dates and get hurt. It hurts seeing you hurt yourself by overwhelming yourself with schoolwork. So maybe I should just go. Maybe that would help.”

“Yunho, shut up.”

He looked a little hurt at that, raising an eyebrow.

“Let me talk,” you replied, eyes sparkling and cheeks a little pink. “I like you too, maybe love. I don’t know either. You just . . . surprised me. But I want you . . . I want you to do that again. But not on the forehead. On the lips. Do it properly, please.”

Yunho walked back over, leaning down and placing a hand on your cheek.

“That I can do,” he smiled.

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gremlingottoosilly · 1 year ago

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Sex Worker/Prostitute Reader X König,

Originally only slept with Konig because none of the other girls in the residence wanted to, but eventually he became a regular, and a pretty good tipper, besides the places he took her dates/dinner to were pretty nice, it probably be alright to keep him as a regular

Konig is the type to ask his mates whether or not a camgirl on his favorite website really likes him after he bought her 1000 Euros worth of sex toys and treats. He is the type to buy a whole night with you just to spend half of it not fucking, but sleeping on your lap instead and ask you to feed him grapes or something. The type to find a picture of you on the sex work website and fall in love immediately, making it his goal to get out of the employment unscathed so he could get to fuck you. You were really nervous about sleeping with a guy like him at first. Seriously, it is one of the worst mistakes of your life - they are usually cruel and rough and sometimes become violent if provoked. Your brothel provided protection, but you doubt that any of the security guys could tackle a man like Konig if he were to become violent. But, he paid for three hours upfront, and had the eyes of a really sad puppy. You don't want to crush a pup's dreams, so you just hold him while he fucks you like a man starved. He talks about his job - and you immediately want to press a distress button because fuck no, you are not sleeping with a mercenary. Then he leaves the tip. That is more than the three hours he even paid for. Sometimes you even consider going solo because of him. He pays you too much for the stuff that you do - even with the amount of poses you practice with him, as you push yourself onto him and hold like a snake, he is still soft. Scared, almost. He treats you like an actual girlfriend sometimes and you feel bad because fuck no, the guy is nice and he deserves to have an actual partner who will receive these expensive gifts. But Konig is dead set on treating you to dinner before every night together, and even when he disappears for his deployment for weeks on end, he still sends you money as long as you treat him to your nudes. You don't usually send your number to the clients, too much of a danger, but Konig seems...fine. Not too cruel, at least. Then he started to become weird. Money and compliments became long conversations. Then phone calls. You don't even want to ask for money anymore because, honestly, hearing this man mumbling about his parents is scaring you enough. You really, really don't want to witness this...yet you don't really have a choice on the matter.

#konig x reader #cod #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader

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judysxnd · 2 years ago

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pick up lines

Lando x streamer!reader

Summary: while you’re streaming, Lando loves watching you, but he also loves teasing you in every way possible. He’s a bit jealous, so he always tries to show the world that you’re his.

Warning: sexual jokes

This is my first ever writing about Lando!!

I have so many ideas for him that I don’t know where to start, but I finished the game outlast a few days ago, so we’ll go with this one.

Also, I’m so self conscious about writing about him? It’s a different fandom and all, I’m extremely nervous 😭

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You started your stream about an hour ago. Today, you were playing an horror game, outlast. You loved horror games, but always struggled a lot to play them, alone. You thought it would be funny for your tchat to see you, well, shit your pants.

You were surprisingly doing well tho. I mean, the beginning wasn’t that scary, you still hadn’t seen the monster yet. You did scream when you entered a room and a corpse fell in front of you, but that was for the show (is what you said yourself).

That little scream made your phone rang, as you received a text from your boyfriend, who apparently, was watching you. Lando was away for the holidays, but he tried not to miss your streams, at least a bit. He couldn’t stay and watch the integrity, but he was coming here and there, just to watch you do what you loved the most.

You don’t really like when he’s watching you, at least when you know about it, because you’re pressuring yourself to do good, to show off, and you know that he is observing you. It’s not like you don’t have thousands of viewers watching you, but it is different because you know what he can think, and also because he always teases you after. But you let him do it, I mean, you do watch him race, and if he streams you watch him too. It’s his love language, the third one behind physical touch and music. If there’s anything related to you, he definitely watched it or read it.

So there he was watching you, and teasing you because you screamed. You just saw the text and was about to respond when you receive a subscription with a message: “Are you caffeine? Because you make my heart race”. You gasped before smiling at the camera, winking.

“Thank you for the sub AND this beautiful pick up line” you joked

That’s something you always thought would be funny and you started to stream. Pick up lines. And you received a lot, some very good ones that you made you question dating fans (before dating Lando obviously) and some terrible ones. But you loved how it made you feel close to your fans, it was a good interactions, you were sure to hear it, not like the tchat, you can’t read everything.

Soon after that, you saw your tchat going crazy over something.

“What is going on?” You saw the comments flooding, talking about Lando. “Why are you talking about Lando?” You tried to read more. A modo pinned the message in question. It was from Lando saying “who’s trying to steal my girl?” It made you laugh.

“no one is stealing me from you Lando” you said to the camera, shaking your head, knowing Lando was staring at you too through the screen. “But with those lines, you have competition” you winked, knowing he would definitely fight back. But there was no other comment in the tchat from him. “Think you scared him away guys” joking before getting back to the game.

That’s what you thought. Because at the worst timing possible, while you were running away from a monster, you received another sub saying “girl, if you were a race car, you’d be lightning McQueen” which made you laugh. Once you were in a secure spot in the game, you looked at who sent that to thank them for the subscription, only to see that it was from Lando.

“Lando!” You almost yelled. “I knew it was too cheesy to be from one of my fans” you joked. “I wonder on which website you found this one” you said at the camera. The tchat was flooding with emojis laughing. They always loved when you two were interacting on socials, it was not very often, but very fun.

You didn’t even have time to start the game back that you received another one. “I know this isn’t a race but.. I’d still let you finish first” you gasped as you stood up, leaving your headphones on the desk and moving out of the field of vision.

“He did not just do that!” You said loudly, enough for your tchat to hear it. You knew he was laughing his ass off behind the screen, proud of his joke. You finally came back, sitting calmly on your chair, putting the headphones back on. You were smiling at the camera, like you would be smiling at Lando.

“You need to stop Lando, not that I didn’t like it, but there are kids watching me” you couldn’t stop smiling, you were feeling so hot, blushing at his pick up line. “You won, you won, okay? Happy?” You looked at the tchat. He commented “very happy :)”

“Oh my god” you said, leaning against your chair. “Now go away, and let me work peacefully” you joked “or stay silent” you pointed at the camera. “Will do ma’am” he commented again, making you roll your eyes.

“Good boy” you winked at the camera, making the tchat go crazy, yet once again. You knew Lando would feel some type of way, but he resisted the urge to comment again, letting you go back to your game. He was probably more eager to watch you get scared than anything else.

#fanfic #imagine #oneshot #lando norris #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #Lando Norris x streamer!reader #lando norris one shot #lando Norris fanfiction #lando norris fluff

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Romania dreaming

It has been a few months since I met George on the site for long distance dating for gays. He was from Romania, kind of cute twinkish guy. Never had much luck. I honestly can't say why I went on that website, maybe I was just bored, but it turned out as the best decision of my life.

It was strange cause from the start, we knew we had chemistry between each other, but the distance made it complicated. We often sex-chatted on the website. About what we would do to each other and so.

One day I told him I wanted to jerk off furiously, because of what he wrote, but my rommate was unfortuantely in the room. Then just a strange idea popped into my head. "What if you'd swap into his body? Then you could be with me." George told me about his Romania ancestor magic skills he had, but he did just some small parlor tricks from time to time. The bigger spells were harder. He needed a friend for that. A friend that I could be. And that I could benefit from too

George loved the idea, but was scared at first. "What if the other one in my body ruins my life while he is me? I can't let that happen."

"Ok, you know what. Find anyone hot from your life that you would like me to swap into and I will come to see you. Then you'll swap me back and I'll see what the other person did. Maybe the spell makes them think they're us. That would be neat" I suggested

George was more confident now and even sent me some photos of his straight colleagues from work, so that we could see if they behaved differently after swapping back. I immediately set my eyes on Daniel. His hot, absolutely 100 % straight, colleague who worked out. Insanely hot.

We both agreed. I got ready in my bed. I told George to start the spell at 21:21. I looked at the clock and still had some minutes left. I tried to fall asleep. Maybe Daniel would be asleep in my body and it would be easier. Then it hit me. Strange nauseating feeling and the light

I was standing in the locker rooms. Cold win from the AC on my bare torso. Bare torso? Holy shit. I am shirtless in the locker rooms of some gym. That's something I never expected to happen to me. I looked down. First thing that caught my eye were the shorts. Then I looked at my beautiful muscular torso. My new arms. Then I caught my new reflection. In the mirror was the guy that I saw in the photo. Daniel. "Daniel" I said aloud. His voice sounded so strong and commanding. If he told me with this voice to get down on my knees and suck him, I would. Speaking of sucking I looked in my shorts. Nice flacid shaved cock. "Gotta find out how big you are when you're hard big guy". His phone vibrated. Fuck, I almost forgot I was suppose to send Daniel proof of swapping bodies

I sent the photo to George's instagram. Then I wrote:"This is what you'll be looking up at tonight while you suck me off"

"Peter? I can't believe it. You're really him. You have to come over!"

I wanted to get his stuff and leave immediately, but the some of his friends got to the locker and ridiculed me for being a pussy and leaving without lifting. I don't know if it was Daniel's personality or something else in me, but I felt like I had to prove them wrong. And then I said things I didn't even know. Shit about cars, girls, FUCKING GIRLS. I even lifted without knowing how. This body was on autopilote.

I left early without saying anything. Bunch of messages from George waiting for me and being stressed out what happened. I explained and asked for his adress of his dorms.

The twink I used to talk to late at night was waiting for me in black compression shorts and black shirt.

"Heey...." was all I let him say out loud. I agressively pressed him against the wall and kissed him. Tongues twisting around each other, my teeth biting his lips, hands feeling up and down his body. Slowly we were working our way to his bed. I set him down and took of my shirt. He was visibly shocked, that his work colleague was now in front of him stripping down. I whip out my hard dick and pushed it into his face. He obliged immediately and worked his way with his tongue around the bright purple head of my new dick. He was working it like a pro, trying to swallow it whole, not gagging. But that didn't matter, I had to fuck his ass. Now.

I turned him around, not even stripping him, only pulling a bit of his shorts from his ass. I spit into my hand, got it on my dick and pushed myself in. He screamed out. But I didn't care, I just pused inside and kept thrusting. He was so tight. His ass was so tight around my shaft. I shot my cum inside of him. Pulling out and immediately searching for clothes to leave.

"You're leaving?!"

I snapped out. "Fuck, jesus George I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. I think Daniel's personality still had effect on me. I didn't mean to be so rough on you. Please forgive me."

"It's ok. It did hurt at first, but it was worth it. I still can't believe you're him now. And I lost my virginity with Daniel who I crushed over for years! That's so amazing!"

"Wait, this was your first time? But, you told me all the stories. Was none of it true? Jesus, George, maybe if I knew I would have fought Daniel's personality harder."

"I didn't expect we would me irl. I honestly didn't expect the spell would wrok, but here we are. Daniel is here. In my room. Wait, I have a great idea!" he started casting a spell

"Wait!" I wasn't fast enough to stop him.

But now I was looking at Daniel. From his point of view. Already feeling more submissive than in Daniel's body. The personality of the original body truly does have an effect on the one swapped inside.

George was now posing in front of the mirror. His eyes focused on his biceps and all the tense muscles.

I was now in George's twink body. I could feel his ass hurting from the sex with Daniel's body. I could feel the cum in his ass. I felt the attraction towards Daniel's body. But I didn't feel right like I did in Daniel's. I wanted to swap back.

George now got to his new dick, which was already throbbing hard again. How that's possible, I have no idea. But as soon as he started jerking his new cock he looked at me and I felt his predator eyes on me. Fuck, this is gonna hurt

The next morning I woke up sleeping next to George still in Daniel's body. We didn't sleep much tonight, but don't get me wrong, while the sex felt great I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was in the wrong body. As soon as George woke up I told him about my dysphoria with his body. He got mad. I could tell that Daniel's personality took over. And then few seconds later I found myself in my original body again already in my university lecture.

For several weeks George didn't answer my messages. I could only see as his Tumblr profile had more and more photos of Daniel's body in the gym etc.

Not only was I worried, but I had to admit to myself that I was extremely jealous. I was in that body first. I need it more than he did

I kept spamming him with messages and then one day he answered. The message said:"I need to fuck this guy in gym. I'll swap u with him tonight. Be ready". Man, I think it's better to have one body close to Daniel's rather than be far from him

He did as he said in the message. I woke up again in the bright gym. Now lifting. I proceeded to not cause suspicion.

This guy I was now in was really handsome. More muscular even than Daniel I dare to say. I could feel that his personality was not as strong as Daniel's. He seemed more kind in my eyes, but who knows who he is. I may not know before George tells me. I saw him on the other side of the room eyeing me. Stalking me even. I left the body on autopilote and finished the workout. His body was probably used to take photos after so I let him

Maybe I could stay in his body. He is really hot. And more handsome too. But I don't know. He is the type I would love to have as a boyfriend, not to be him.

I followed George to the showers. We were eventually the last people in the gym. I got into the lockers. Patiently waiting for him to speak.

"You're Mihai now. He's the owner of the gym. So we got the place for ourselves. Let's hit the showers"

I followe him. Mihai, what a nice name for this guy. I don't feel that Mihai is someone who would just follow others and do what they tell him to. Maybe I figured out how to overpower the personality of the person.

We got naked and stared at each other.

"Nah, this is wrong." and yet again he proceeded to perform his ritual

I was now Daniel again and was looking at Mihai. Now the reality of how he acted hit him. And as I suspected before, Miahi was irl a very nice guy. "I am so so so sorry Peter. I didn't know that Daniel had such a strong personality. I tohught I could fight it, but most of the time I just found myself being the passenger, but still enjoying his life. It's so weird. But I feel better now as Mihai. Maybe you should stay in Daniel's body for now. I'll learn to control the personality of others, just as you did and then we can safely try to swap with other people. What do you think?"

"I think" I said as I turned on the water in the showers "that you need a post workout shower. And that George and Mihai need to get to know themselves better" I smiled at him kneeling down to the nice hairy cock already waiting for my mouth

Few months later

Are you asking if we stayed in their bodies? Well yeah, kind off. We made their bodies our main ones. We got them to live together, start a relationship and now even if we swapped into other bodies Daniel and Mihai bodies continue what we established. Romantic right?

Me and George often take trips to some new locations travelling around the world, enjoying life of other people. Most of the time we try to find some straight friends travelling to foreign locations, trying to score some pussy there and slightly changing their vacation plans. Heh, there was this one time where we didn't even exit our hotel room. For a week. Crazy right? That was wild. But maybe I'll tell that story another time and tell you how our life in Mihai and George is proceeding

But now we are in the bodies of these two gym bro friends, waiting for the gay bar to open. See you

A story from messages we came up with while body swap roleplaying with @hunkpossesion

I changed the plot a bit, but still the hot bodies remained.

#body swap #body switch #male body swap #gay to straight

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