#Fix Webcam Not Working

[bother-blame]

i havent used my laptop since i got it back from the repair place and. the lid sensor is not working. the laptop does not register the lid being opened or closed. this would have been noticeable when the display was replaced, had they checked that. so. im... kinda frustrated.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

STALKER!NERD!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort. Death, murderer, swearing, weird behavior, psycho behavior

Author's note: got inspired by amazing @xzaddyzanakinx, check her sutff out, it's wayyy better!!!

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who at the beginning seemed like a normal cute nerd

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would write down every small detail he learned about you in his special notebook

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who would get nervous whenever the math class was about to begin (just because you're in it too). He doesn't have a problem with math, hell, he loves this subject but not as much as he loves you. His eyes would time to time move towards to where you're sitting, his cheeks heating up as he tries to pretend he's actually paying attention to what teacher says

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin whose one of the main wishes was to finally catch your attention. To make you notice him; his love for you, his unconditional commitment, his deep interest in everything you do - from your voice to your every small part on your body. It was something he wished and prayed for, to finally catch your gaze longer than one mere second

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who began fantasizing about you late at night to make himself fall asleep sometimes

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, when you once struggled with your laptop in class, Anakin, the tech whiz, offered to help you out. He found it as a perfect opportunity to finally have his first real interaction with you. Although nervousness creeped all over his body, stopping right at his cheeks to make them rosy. His hands were gentle as they glided over the keyboard, but you had no idea that while he was fixing your issue, he was also installing a program that gives him remote access to your laptop. He smiled at you after, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, and you thanked him—unaware that he had just gained access to every aspect of your life.

Later that night, as you were working, you noticed your laptop screen flickering for a moment. Although you brushed it off, not realizing Anakin is on the other end, watching you through your webcam. His breath catched in his throat as he watched you. The heat he couldn't just ingore rising inside him whenever he imagined what it would be like to have you by his side..every.single.day

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who's always in the library, studying furiously or working on some coding project. Yet one day, you left a book behind on accident, and of course, he’s the one who finds it. Instead of returning it to you, Anakin uses it as an excuse to hold onto something of yours—your scent lingering on the pages (at least he thinks it lingers, that it's still there), your small scribbled notes on the margins. And the way his heartbeat quickened whenever he held something you did just second ago - it was so thrilling

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who after the laptop 'help', brought himself the courage to talk to you. At first, he made sure to make it time to time and a small talks - about lessons you've just had, sometimes he tried to gossip (for the first time) about teachers he actually liked (but knew you hated) in jokey way to make you smile and agree at what he's saying - so he did baby steps that hopefully would let him get closer.

He was always obssesing over these talks, always came up to you with flushed cheeks, trying to ignore your sceptical-looking friends. Although he cursed himself after every interaction with you just because he stuttered a lot, and he wanted to make the best impression on you as possible (but who would have known that you finded it cute)

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who gave himself time (but with his often excitement it was hard) to gain your trust, to 'know' you even better than what he knew already (so you wouldn't be suspicious about him knowing certain stuff)

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was thrilled to help you with subjects you sucked at. Often staying just for you long hours in the library after lessons;

"Hi, Annie."

That soft, sugar-sweet voice pulled Anakin out of his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. He looked up, and there you were—his Aphrodite, his goddess—smiling at him, your eyes bright as you took a seat next to him, your math books gently landing on the library's wooden table.

Anakin froze for a moment, his mind swirling. How was it that you could always leave him feeling like this—flustered, vulnerable? His usual composure disappeared every time you came near. He was used to watching you from afar, secretly lingering in the shadows, but now as you were right next to him, close enough that he could smell your perfume, his mind went dizzy

He swallowed hard, trying to control the quickened beat of his heart. “Hi, y/n he said softly, forcing a gentle smile. “So, what do you need help with today?”

You sighed, flipping open your math book, brows furrowing in that adorable way you always did when you were concentrating. “sequences... I don’t get it.”

Anakin's heart lifted slightly at the request. This was his chance—his moment to shine before you. “Don’t worry, I'll help you"

"That’s so stupid," you muttered, grimacing at the another math problem in front of you. You've been doing this shit for what felt like hours and you could feel your brain slowly release more and more smoke

Anakin only chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “It’s not stupid. You’re just learning it. Trust me, math can save your life.”

The phrase almost made you vomit “That’s a bold statement.”

He grinned, watching your pencil scratch against the paper, marveling at how even something so mundane looked graceful in your hands. “Bold but true,” he teased. “If you were stranded on a deserted island without a signal, you'd need math to find your way back home.” he folded his hands between his legs, offering you this small smile

you huffed “I’d need a map, not math.”

“And how do you think they make maps?” he shot back with a smug smirk on his face. He was nothing like this shy, stuttering guy you knew just time ago. It was more endearing, in a way “Math. Without it, you wouldn’t have a map in the first place.”

You bit your lip in thought, a small furrow appearing on your brows as you glanced back at the task in front of you. The way your lips pouted slightly as you tried to focus made Anakin’s heart skip a beat. “Math is a haunting beast,” you sighed, writing the example down. “It doesn’t help you; it ruins you.”

Anakin chuckled again, shaking his head. “That’s just a matter of perspective.” His voice softened, dropping a little lower “You just haven’t seen it the right way. I can change that, you know.”

“Can you?” your tone teasing but laced with curiosity.

“If you let me, absolutely.” His eyes sparkled while watching you, drinking in every detail of your face. He had never been this close to you ever before. And oh God, he loved it so much. He could smell the faint scent of your vanilla perfumes, every inch of your skin seemed so touchable..so soft..so-- “But you’ve got to take it seriously. Otherwise, how can I help you?”

“I am taking it seriously, Anakin. You know I’m thankful for all the time and effort you put into this.”

The word time echoed in Anakin’s mind, sending a rush of emotion through him. Time—that precious thing he spent obsessing over you, watching your every move, memorizing every little detail about you.. If only you knew how deep his admiration went, how he lived for these moments alone with you..maybe you would understand that you deserve better than some jerk you've been dating. That you deserved someone who would want to know you, who would fall to his knees and beg to know you..who would do it all just for a small glimpse of your face in the sunglight

“Don’t mention it,” he murmured, his smirk returning. “I’m always happy to help you, y/n.”

He kept the conversation light and playful, teasing you just enough to make you smile, to keep your attention on him. Just as he always dreamed. He wanted this moment to last forever—to bask in your presence, in the warmth of your voice, in the sweetness of your laughter. He wanted you to feel how much he cared, even if he couldn’t tell you the whole truth yet

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who hated your boyfriend;

“Y/n!” Jack’s sharp voice sliced through Anakin’s thoughts like a knife. “Pack your things, we’re leaving. Now.” The coldness in Jack’s tone made Anakin’s blood boil. How could anyone speak to you like that? Anakin would never dream of using such a harsh tone with you. Never.

“But I’m doing math ri—"

“Don’t care,” Jack snapped, cutting you off. “Pack your damn things. We’re leaving.”

The cruelty in Jack’s voice made Anakin seethe. The way he talked to you—like you were nothing—made his hands curl into fists under the table. Red-hot anger coursed through him, almost blinding him. Jack had no right. No right to speak to youlike that, to treat you like you were disposable. His heart pounded in his chest, the familiar obsessive urge to protect you, to be the one who cherished you, rising uncontrollably. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being hurt or disrespected by anyone, least of all by someone like Jack.

Jack caught Anakin’s stare, eyes narrowing with disdain. “What are you looking at, nerd?” His voice was full of arrogance and venom

Anakin’s eyes flashed with rage as he turned to meet Jack’s gaze, nails digging into his skin. He wanted to punch that smug look right off his face. Oh, how satisfying it would be to watch him fall. But Jack was taller, broader, physically stronger..yet..biology confirmed that people under different emotions are able to do impossible..so could it possibly mean..

“Jack, calm down,” you interjected softly, your voice shaking just a little as you tried to smooth things over without another cut skin and running blood. “Anakin was just helping me with math.”

Yet, Jack barely glanced at you, keeping his gaze locked on Anakin's face. Both of them looked as if they were about to throw their fists on themselves. Yet, Anakin wasn't the type of guy to hurt someone..right? “Whatever. If you’re not outside in five minutes, I’m leaving without you.”

Anakin’s blood ran cold as Jack stormed out of the library. The familiar feeling of being a failure, of possibly dissapointing you because he haven't done anything, didn't stand up and react at your boyfriend's behaviour corrupted his mind. What had he just done? He was supposted to protect you, and yet, here he was sitting like a failure. This tense, uncomfortable silence did not help him. Especially when your face flushed with embarrassment, your once-bright smile long gone. What had he just done? You looked down, fiddling nervously with your pencil before turning to Anakin.

“I’m so sorry about him,” you whispered “He’s just… having a bad day, I guess. Please don’t take it personally.”

Anakin wanted to scream. Bad day? That was your excuse? You were too kind, too forgiving. Jack didn’t deserve your apologies or your understanding. Anakin’s anger roared inside him like a beast, barely contained beneath his calm exterior. Jack wasn’t just having a bad day—he was a bully, plain and simple. And Anakin hated him for it. He wanted to protect you from this, from Jack’s cruel words and rough edges. Because you deserved to be treated like a queen, not like some accessory Jack could toss around whenever he felt like it.

So there was this question ringing in his ears again - what had he just done?

“It’s okay,” he replied softly, though his voice was tight with the effort it took to hold back his anger.

You offered him a nervous smile, the light that usually brightened your face now dimmed by Jack’s harshness. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t keep you any longer… but maybe we can catch up another time?”

Before Anakin could respond, you took his pen and started scribbling something in his notebook. Your soft hand moved gracefully over the page, your pretty handwriting was what captured his attention completely. He loved how even the smallest, most mundane actions were captivating when it came to you. Because for him, you could make something as simple as writing your name feel like magic.

When you finished, you handed the notebook back to him, a soft smile playing on your lips. “It’s my number,” you said, drawing a small smiley face beside it. “We can plan another time for tutoring.”

Your number. Your phone number. Anakin stared at the page in disbelief, his heart hammering in his chest. You had just given him a direct line to you. To you. His obsession surged, almost overwhelming him. He could barely keep his hands from trembling when he took in the sight on the paper. This was it—his way into your life.

“Sure. W-we can,” he said, trying to suppress the massive grin that threatened to take over his face. “Anytime.”

you smiled again, but it was smaller now, hesitant. Your eyes flickered toward the door, where Jack had disappeared moments earlier. “Thanks again, Anakin. I’m really sorry about Jack…i-I should get going before he leaves me stranded.”

Anakin watched you pack your things, his pulse quickening with each movement you made. God, you were so perfect, so sweet, even in the face of Jack’s cruelty. And you deserved better—better than Jack, better than anyone. He even knew he doeasn't deserve you, because for him, you were more than a human. His eyes each time saw you in angelic, heavenly way. As if God alone had sent you on earth to torment him for his sins, to make him suffer. You were so pure, and he so sinful.. so..dirty in all kind of sins. He didn't feel worthy enough to even be in your presence, yet he wanted it more than anything in the world

But if you'd give him only a chance, he'd be yours. Completely. Body and soul. Without exception

“I’ll see you later, Annie,” you mumbled softly, flashing him one last smile before heading towards the door.

The sound of his nickname on your lips made his whole body tingle. He barely registered you leaving, too caught up in the way you'd looked at him, the way you'd spoken to him. The way you had given him your number. It was like a dream come true. His obsession had reached a fever pitch—his heart ached for you - to have you, hold you, not let you go..

you were his, right?

at least had to be someday..

But then there was Jack. Jack, who, again, didn’t deserve you. Jack, who treated you like dirt, who took you for granted. Jack, who yelled at you , who made your smile disappear. Jack, who Anakin hated more than anyone in the world.

Anakin’s grip tightened around his notebook, his knuckles white with the pressure. He couldn’t let Jack get away with this. He couldn’t let Jack continue to be a part of your life. It was his place in your life he took, it was his destiny and fate to be someone more than just 'a nerd who helped you out'.

But again, he hadn't done anything to stop him from treating you like this. When he could, when he really had a chance to make a difference. He simply didn't

what had he just done?

Today was the day it had to change So he had decided. He would follow you, keep his distance, and watch - like he always does. He would make sure Jack never had the chance to hurt you ever again.

With his mind set, Anakin quickly packed his things, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Today Jack Scottland would meet God.

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who killed your boyfriend;

Anakin took a deep breath as he started his car, his hands trembling with barely controlled rage. Every thought, every emotion, was singular—focused on Jack. Jack had to go. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened, his breath coming out in shallow bursts. This was it. No turning back. Jack was the obstacle, the barrier between him and you. His mind wouldn’t let him rest until Jack was out of the picture—forever.

As he followed Jack’s car down the quiet road, he could feel his heartbeat quickening, pulsing in his ears. Jack, once more, didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. Anakin’s blood boiled as he replayed Jack’s words in his head—the way he had spoken to you in the most controlling, cruel, disgusting way possible. He couldn’t stand it any longer. If he didn’t do something now, he’d explode.

When Jack pulled into an empty pullout far from your house, Anakin’s pulse raced from adrenaline. This was it. His moment. Now or never.

Anakin slowed his car and parked a few meters behind, eyes locked on Jack’s vehicle. His hands still shook as he opened the trunk, pulling out his baseball bat. The weight of it felt right, felt powerful. This wasn’t a game anymore—this was war. War that he promised himself to win, to never loose, because his thropy is more than anything he could have in his life. it was you Adrenaline pumping through his blood system, perfectly mixing with the uncontrollable rage he’d been bottling up for too long.

Jack was sitting in his car, lazily scrolling through his phone, completely unaware. Anakin’s stomach twisted in disgust. He didn’t care, didn’t even realize how much of a monster he was. The sight of Jack sitting there, nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just torn you apart with his words, made Anakin sick. He had to do this. He had to protect you.

Anakin approached, bat gripped tightly in his hand, tapping it lightly against the car window. The sharp sound snapped Jack’s attention.

“Get out,” Anakin hissed, his voice low and dangerous as if he was a completely diffrent person

Emotions, especially at a high intensity, impact our ability to make rational decisions - nature echoed amongst the pure hatred

“What?” Jack’s expression shifted from confusion to irritation as he slowly lowered the window.

“I said get the fuck out of the car.”

Jack sighed, clearly annoyed as he pushed open the car door, stepping out with a condescending sneer. “Listen, man, I don’t know what your prob—”

The moment Jack’s foot hit the ground, Anakin swung. The bat connected with a sickening crunch against Jack’s side, sending him sprawling to the ground with a grunt of pain. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he gasped for air, clutching his ribs. Yet, Anakin didn’t hesitate; he stepped closer, the fury burning brighter with each moment.

“You think you can treat her like that and just get away with it?” Anakin’s voice was harsh, gritted through clenched teeth as he stood over Jack, eyes wild with fury.

Jack groaned, rolling onto his back, blood dribbling from his lips."What the hell are you talking about?"

anakin's jaw clenched "pathetic excuse of a man"

Before Jack could add anything, Anakin brought the bat down hard, aiming for his head. Jack rolled out of the way just in time, the bat slamming into the dirt beside him. The impact sent a jolt through Anakin’s arms, but he didn’t stop. He swung again, but Jack was quicker this time, scrambling to his feet and grabbing hold of the bat, yanking it toward him.

For a brief moment, they struggled, locked in a vicious tug of war with the bat. Jack, stronger and bigger, managed to kick Anakin hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Anakin gasped, stumbling backward, but the rage inside him only intensified.

Jack seized the opportunity, landing a brutal punch to Anakin’s face, sending blood spraying from his nose. The taste of iron filled his mouth, but it didn’t matter. He barely felt the pain. All he could think about was Jack—the smug look on his face, the way he had spoken to you, belittled you.

Anakin roared, using the force of his rage to swing the bat hard against Jack’s face, smashing into his cheekbone with a sickening crack. Blood splattered across the side of the car as Jack crumpled to the ground, his face a mangled mess of blood and broken skin.

But Jack wasn’t done yet. He spat blood from his busted lips, managing a weak chuckle “So this is about her, huh? You’re fucking pathetic, man. You think beating me up will make her love you? You’re fucking psycho. She’ll hate you more than she ever hated me.”

Anakin’s vision blurred with anger, anger, nothing but anger, everything going red. He swung the bat again, this time aiming for Jack’s chest. Jack barely managed to roll out of the way, but not fast enough—Anakin’s bat clipped his shoulder with enough force to make the bones crack. Jack screamed, the sound piercing the night air, but Anakin didn’t care.

Jack lunged at Anakin, tackling him to the ground, fists flying. The two of them grappled in the dirt, blood mixing with sweat as they traded blows. Jack landed a solid punch to Anakin’s jaw, sending him reeling. Blood dripped from both their faces, coating their clothes in crimson colour.

"fucking--" another hit to anakin's face "psycho--" he panted, but before he could aim another hit, anakin grabbed his wrist, rolling them over

After mucch hits, anakin twisted his body, managing to grab the bat again, using it as leverage to slam Jack’s head to the ground. Blood slipped everywhere, yet it wasn't enough. With shaky legs, Anakin stood up and grabbed a handful of jack's hair only to smack his face into the side of his own car. The crack of Jack’s skull against the car's doors made Anakin feel an intense surge of power, almost a twisted satisfaction. Jack groaned, as if it was the only sound that could leave his already shattered face

yet it wasn't enough

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who, with great care, made sure to get rid off any tools of the crime - he was awfully smart for that. It was almost weird..how a man who was his parent's contentment, now just killed a guy for a girl he was obsessed about..

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a special folder for the videos from the camera on your laptop, special folder for your photos he was obsessing about even after such a long time, he still collected new things

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was nervous (but tried to hide it) when police found Jack's body.

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was for you when you grieved over the death of your toxic ex and months later, his wildest dreams came true - he was dating you. Was free to worship you, admire you.

He was addicted to you even more after the first date. Because this time, it was him who made you smile so much your cheeks hurt. It was him who made you laugh till your stomach hurt. It was the only type of pain he let himself give you

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who felt extremely free in your presence. All his fantasies, all his dreams came true. He almost felt like on a cloud nine - so perfect, so light, so happy (despite of what he had done);

“Gonna keep teasing me like this all the time?” he asked with a lazy grin, propped up on one elbow on the bed.

“I’m not teasing you,” you replied with playfulness “Just showing off my new dress.”

The dress, a deep shade of red, highlighted your curves and drew attention to your most elegant lines. It clung to your form in all the right places, making you look absolutely stunning.

His eyes wandered over you, taking in every detail. The way the dress accentuated your body left him breathless. You were beautiful in everything you wore, but this dress—this was something extraordinary. “So, you put this on just to make me feral? Because you’re definitely succeeding.” he chuckled, leaning up on his elbow.

“I just wanted to know if you like it,” your smirk deepening as you gracefully crawled onto his lap, like a cat curling up to its favorite spot.

“Oh, I definitely like it,” his voice filled with admiration and a hint of playfulness. “But it’s not just the color that’s catching my attention.” His eyes roamed over your curves with unabashed appreciation once more.

“Oh really?” you giggled, your laughter a sweet melody that seemed to enchant him further. Your smile was radiant, and the way you looked at him made his heart swell.

“Mhm,” he responded, his own smile widening as he pulled you closer. His eyes continued their admiring journey “You’re so, so gorgeous. Did you really think I wouldn’t like it?” his fingers gently grazing the hem of your dress.

“I hoped you’d drool all over it, to be honest” your smile playful and tender as you delicately removed his glasses and put them on yourself.

Anakin’s smile grew even wider. The sight of you wearing his glasses, combined with the way you sat on his lap, made him feel like the luckiest man alive. His joy was almost overwhelming. He could barely contain his excitement. “I’d drool over you in anything, you know that,” his voice filled with adoration and a hint of humor. His heart was soaring, knowing that this perfect moment, with you, was his reality. "Even in a potato sack"

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who had a deep need to observe you 24/7, at least in most of his free time. Because what if someone will hurt you? Or you'll hurt yourself and he'd not know, appear too late to help. So, he felt obligated to watch you

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who stole some of your panties when you weren't looking and kept them in his apartment, not daring himself to even think about putting them into a washing machine

Stalker!Nerd!Anakin who was horribly obsessed with leaving marks all over your body;

“You’re leaving me hickeys,” you whined, glancing at the mirror to see the fresh, juicy marks on your neck to collection

“Can’t help it,” he replied with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist to connect his lips with your (this time) exposed shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. The hickeys were more than just marks—they were declarations of his love, signs that you were his and his alone. He wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him. And if people wouldn't see your marks, he wanted to make sure you would knew who you belong to. His lips moved to your ear, whispering the phrase that made you shiver “Though I’d say my favorite is still the one on your ass.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you flushed and headed back to the bed

He chuckled, settling beside you and immediately pulling you close. His arms wrapped around your frame and he nuzzled into your neck, planting more kisses, and adding to the huge collection of hickeys. “I think you should get it tattooed,” he suggested playfully, his lips brushing against your skin

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MONEY HONEY

Bruce Wayne x camgirl!reader

tags: AFAB reader, brief age gap mention (reader is in her 20s), Bruce is low-key a little jealous and down bad, nicknames (sweetheart/baby) mutual masturbation, praise kink, webcam use, phone sex,

a/n: the DILF propaganda has gotten to me..

wc: 2.7k | part 2 | masterlist

Your whole camgirl side gig isn’t exactly something you shout from your rooftops about. But, it keeps your lights on, your ass in a nice apartment, and your feet in Louboutin heels.

You don’t tend to tell your friends what you’re at. Respectfully, that isn’t their issue. Weekly dinner reservations at Nobu and bottles of Dom Perignon should be enough to keep their running mouths occupied.

You have your own rules, you stick by them.

You pick and approve who watches your content, you pick how far you go, grateful that you’re in the position to do so. You don’t meet them in real life.

All you are is a fantasy to them, and you keep it that way.

You’re a pretty girl on a screen with a penchant for men with big bank accounts and more money than they know what to do with.

One of those men just so happens to be Bruce.

He came across you by accident, really. It was a couple of months ago by now.

You didn’t really know him, you didn’t really care. You never saw his face or heard his voice, all you saw was his money. He was always there when you did your regular streams, silent apart from hefty donations and notifications that he’d just ordered sets upon sets of pretty, lacy lingerie to your p.o box.

It’s started to shift recently. More money coming into your account, more matching sets, a new ring light since you’d grumbled under your breath about yours not working properly at one point, flowers.

Fuck, when’s the last time a guy even got you flowers?

He always made sure to outdo your other followers - tips of ten dollars sometimes, a twenty or a twenty five here and there. That’s cute and all, but to him? literal pocket change.

Not good enough in his books, not good enough for a pretty girl like you.

He has no reason to hate it, he’s just as bad as they are. But the green-eyed monster on his shoulder just has to prove he’s better, sending hundreds when he felt like it, just to watch your eyes widen.

Then came the messages.

They were few and far between but felt different than the thirsting, basement-dwelling idiots who usually drooled over your streams.

He kept it classy, always.

Less of the “show me your tits” and more of the “you look gorgeous, the pink lace suits you” followed by an “I’m sending you the blue next”

You like it, more than you’d really want to admit to yourself.

He likes it too. He likes watching your pretty face, your lips curling up into a soft smile when you open up all of his gifts, showing them off on your streams. He doesn’t mind that everyone watching can see them, it doesn’t matter. It matters that he bought those for you and that he’s the one getting his own personal photoshoot later.

You watch notifications pop up on your laptop with a sigh, your inbox flooded with messages, and questions from anything from where you live to why the hell you’re not streaming tonight.

You’re not streaming tonight cause you’re fucking tired, a girl needs her rest.

You’re just gonna take a few photos for your number one fan and call it a day. There’s a bottle of Chardonnay and half a pint of Ben and Jerry's in your freezer just calling your name.

As you fix up your nightgown, reaching over to turn off your laptop, a notification catches your attention.

@BRUCE_W: Hope you got the flowers in one piece, no stream this evening I take it?

You blink, staring at your laptop for a moment.

@CHAMPAGNESWEETHEART: they’re gorgeous, thank you!!

You hesitate for a moment, your nails dragging over your keyboard.

@CHAMPAGNESWEETHEART: I wasn’t planning to, but for you I could ;)

Three little dots come and go at the bottom of your laptop screen, like he’s typing and then pausing once more.

In reality, he’s just trying to get his words together, trying not to come across as weird. He doesn’t really know how to do this kind of stuff. He’s out many women through his mattress in real life, but this whole online thing? fuck no.

@BRUCE_W: is it alright if I call you?

You don’t usually take private calls. They take away both time and money from regular streams you could be doing.

But this is Bruce of all people. He’s solely responsible for the overpriced wine you’re sipping on and the LaPerla set you’re lounging in. You didn’t even know underwear could cost that much..

@CHAMPAGNESWEETHEART: gimme two seconds ;)

That sudden, random burst of confidence has you piling on another layer of mascara for good measure, pushing your tits up a little in reflection of your screen before cringing slightly - he’s just another guy, it doesn’t matter.

@BRUCE_W IS CALLING

You push your laptop down your mattress slightly, pulling your robe open a little more, just so he has some more cleavage to look at since he pays you so good.

You lean over, accepting the call and holding in a breath.

It goes unsaid, the sight of this Bruce guy before you isn’t entirely what you expected.

He’s much hotter, much older than you thought he would be.

It kinda clicks now, the fact that even in your comments he’s had more gentlemanly manners than your other regulars.

Luckily, you like your men like you like your wine, rich and.. slightly older.

Perhaps it’s the salt-and-pepper stubble or just the way they carry themselves, relaxed like they’ve done this all a million times before.

You observe him for a moment longer, noticing the dark room he’s in, his tie loose around his neck as he adjusts his own laptop.

He grips his whiskey glass a little tighter, words escaping him for a moment as he eyes you before offering a curt nod.

“Hey,” He seems a little uncertain at first, taking a drawn-out swig of his whiskey before leaning back in his chair.

“You're new to this I take it?” you offer a small smile into your hand, watching the screen from under your lashes.

“Wow, I thought I was subtle.” Bruce murmurs, setting his glass down for a moment.

He’s cursing himself silently. He’s never had any problem talking to women in his whole life. It’s ridiculous how a pretty girl on his screen has rendered him speechless- you’re what? twenty-something? It’s fucking embarrassing.

He can’t help letting his eyes wander down his laptop screen, shifting his thighs slightly when he sees the set he got you peeking out from under your robe.

“You look gorgeous, the pink set is to your taste, I take it?”

“It’s my favourite so far,” you nod, pushing your robe down your shoulders slightly, just a little bit, just to tease.

He makes a mental note to buy you more, to send them to you in every single colour he can get his hands on. He’s trying not to spiral thinking about it actually, imagining you modelling every single thing he wants to dress you up in.

But now just isn’t the time to fantasise about that stuff, not when he has you on the screen in front of him. Just for him, for once.

“How does this work?” He clears his throat, setting the glass down and trying to ignore the way his slacks feel tighter.

“However you want it to work.”

Your answer has his hands sliding down to rest on his thighs, leaning back in his chair.

You leaving it up to him like that has a way of making his spine tingle, he can tell you’re a little bit tired at least. It’s nice actually, it doesn’t feel like you’re putting on as much of an act.

"Can you talk to me first, for a little bit?" He managed to reply, his eyes taking in the view in front of him.

“Please?”

“Anything you wanna hear about?”

“Not really,” he swallows, his eyes fixed on your cleavage.

“I just like your voice. Is that a strange thing to say?”

You feel your cheeks heating up slightly, shaking your head as you pull your robe open by another little fraction.

“No, not at all.”

You can tell he doesn’t want this to feel like a transaction.

After a few minutes of back and forth, a lot of his initial hesitation has dissipated. You do genuinely seem like a sweet girl. He likes the way you act on your streams anyway, but since he’s technically calling you after hours it feels a lot more intimate, real even.

“Tired?” He rasps softly into his glass, arching a brow when he hears you trailing off slightly, watching you move to lean back against your plush headboard.

“A little.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll try not to keep you up too long, sweetheart.”

You’re not one to really care for pet-names that randos on the internet give you but good God, does that make you feel things.

It has you pressing your thighs together, more than it fucking should.

“I don’t mind.” You murmur, thankful that he isn’t there in real time to notice the way your cheeks heat up.

Seeing your reaction made his eyes soften.. and his cock throb a little, letting out a small sigh as if he were relieved, glad he isn’t bothering you. He didn't realise how on edge he was until you took that weight off of his shoulders.

"Good." Bruce murmurs, his eyes watching your hands fiddling with the sleeve of that robe, his mind wandering.

"Can I ask you to.. take that off?"

“You can ask for anything you want.” You nod, gently twirling your fingers around the tie of your robe, pulling it open.

Your compliance, along with the sight of the soft lace pressed against your skin has him swallowing, his narrowed gaze roaming over every single contour of your body.

"Good girl." He muttered under his breath. Those two words felt almost foreign to say, but he said it anyway, seeing you like this.

You shouldn’t care. It’s just work.

But fuck, does it feel like more than that.

His hands fidgeted on the arms of his chair, resisting the urge to undo his belt, his cock straining in his slacks getting harder to ignore.

Noticing his discomfort you shift slightly on your bed, running your fingers over the lace of your bra.

“I’m not gonna stop you, you know that?”

Bruce's eyes flickered up to the screen, seeing your small smile, your fingers gently playing with the lace. Those words alone were enough to make his hands immediately move to work on his belt, fumbling with it to take it off before popping the button of his slacks, letting out a groan under his breath.

"I was just... trying to be polite."

Watching him makes you bite your tongue slightly, trying to hide the way you press your thighs together again, your eyes locked on his through the screen as you slowly slide your hand down lower, running your thumb over the bow at the front of your underwear.

“I never asked you to be.”

“Fuck, I feel like I buy you dinner first,” His hands quickly went to the opening of his slacks, not wasting time to pull out his hardening length, giving himself one firm stroke.

Your mouth is agape for a split second, staring at your screen with wide eyes.

It’s just work. None of this is real. None of this matters.

But you know what does matter? The fact you’re wet and can’t even hide it under that thin, pastel pink lace.

"Shit." He murmured, trying to keep his eyes on the screen.

His left hand moved from the armrests to grab at his whiskey to down it in one go, taking in the sight in front him.

"Are you wet, sweetheart?"

“Yeah?” Your nod is less confident than you’d like it to be as you run your fingers over the lace again, letting out a shaky breath. You shouldn’t care - this is literally just part of what you do.

"Take them off for me, baby." He panted out, his dick now straining in his boxers so hard it’s almost painful. His other hand gripped onto his thigh, his fingers digging into his legs to ground himself as much as he could.

"Let me see you."

You’re repeating your mantra over and over in your head. You’ve got zero reason to be as turned on as you are, it’s just work.

But your pussy seems to disagree on that one.

With another nod, you hook your fingers into the thin fabric, gently pulling your underwear down your thighs, the sight making Bruce bite his fist to hold back a groan.

He literally can’t take it anymore. He can’t be polite.

“Holy fuck,” He lets out another groan as he takes himself in his hand, spitting into his palm.

Okay, you liked that more than you should’ve.

"You have no idea how... good you look right now." He rasps out, his head tilting back against his chair.

"All... for me, yeah?" His hand on his thigh moved up to his chest, fumbling the top few buttons on his shirt. He needed to feel a little cooler or he’d have a literal heart attack.

“Yeah,” you manage another nod.

“Spread your thighs, baby. Show me how wet she is.”

Well, now it’s your turn to almost have a heart attack, spreading your thighs open as your fingers curl into your bedsheets.

“There she is, good girl” Bruce moaned under his breath, his hand on his cock starting to move faster.

"Pretty girls... like you.." His tongue came out to swipe at his lips, the sight in front of him making him lose his train of thought, reaching a hand up to loosen his tie.

"They deserve to be taken care of, right?”

“Right,” you echo, unable to hold yourself together at this point, going against your usual logic and reaching your hand down, groaning under your breath at how your body betrays you with how embarrassingly wet you are.

Your arm instinctively goes to drape over your eyes, shaking your head as you mumble something incoherent, your fingers rubbing over your clit.

“No no no, look at me,” Bruce chokes out, biting down on his tie to hold back yet another groan.

“Your hands are mine, alright?”

That makes your head fall forward, your back arching at the thought of it.

“Uhuh,”

You don’t care that you’ve never met him, you don’t care that you probably never will, but fuck, the things you’d let him do to you if you ever did.

He bites his tongue for a moment, brows knitting together as he feels himself starting to leak even more, giving his cock another hard pump.

“But my hands are probably bigger than yours, aren’t they?”

That makes you whine under your breath. You know he’s right and now you can’t get that fucking image out of your head - his large hands holding your thighs open, holding your neck maybe, his fingers in your mouth, his fingers against your pussy-

You’re trying not to drool at the thought of it, it’s not working and he can tell exactly what you’re thinking.

He’s thinking the same thing.

“Poor girl, everyone gets off to you but no one to get you off? You just wanna get fucked, don’t you?”

You can’t tell if he’s being condescending or not - but he likely is.. unfortunately, you like that.

“F-fuck,”

Progress, he’s made you lose your composure and swear. Not so classy now, are you?

Watching your back arch and your fingers move faster when he says that has his mouth falling open, sweat clinging to his chest under his open shirt.

He’s been through enough women to know what it looks like when one’s about to cum, but dear god you might just be the prettiest one he’s ever seen.

It makes him lose his shit altogether actually, a dishevelled mess when he sees your thighs shake, too distracted to realise that he isn’t far behind you, groaning under his breath with his mouth agape as he stares at the mess he’s made of his tailored slacks, chest heaving as his own cum drips down his fist, he’s embarrassed, fumbling with his laptop to shut the screen off.

Jesus Christ, he’s Bruce Wayne. Not some 20-something year old. He’s been around the block! He should be able to do better than this!

It’s like you’re blacked out for a good while, regaining a sense of reality with slick dripping down your thighs as you come down from your high, mascara pooling under your eyes as you stare at a notification on your laptop, making you press your legs together again.

@BRUCE_W: I’m serious, I owe you dinner.

He owes you a lot fucking more than that.

a/n: DILF ERA IS COMING SEND ME INSPO IN MY ASKS I BEGGGG!?!!?? I NEED IDEAS (lmk if u want more Bruce idk??) 🙏 (John Constantine I have my eye on you with ominous intent..)

also wtf thank u for 200 followers I love you!!

part 2

[finniestoncrane]

OH BOY! How about Office Eddie nsfw headcanons? I love that dweeb at the office with a dark streak and honestly just want anything about him 💚

Dano!Riddler x Fem!Reader Headcanons oooooooooh yeah!! i've started writing a little outline for something like this but longer!! this is a good excuse to test some things out and see what works >:3c 🐀💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: voyeurism, pervert eddie, peeping tom, spying, non-consensual stuff, masturbation, unintentional cum swallowing

listen, employment in a nice office isn't all that common in gotham, and you're lucky you're not behind a bar serving sleazy wannabe rogues or hustling for what little money you can get, so you're willing to put up with your shy and quiet and kinda dweeby co-worker

but that's only because you have no idea about all the weird stuff he's up to...

eddie is smitten immediately by you, but he doesn't speak to you at all for the first two weeks you're sharing an office with him

it makes you a little uncomfortable, but he slowly warms up and offers you a hello and a goodbye

when he starts talking to you a bit more, it's about quite dark and deep subjects

it's almost like he's trying to guage your response to decide if you're a good person

or one of the people he goes on about, the undeserving masses

he's nice enough though, and you find that he's very helpful and willing to guide you with the tasks

and you quickly notice that he's far smarter than you, and is willing to hold himself accountable for your training

this seemingly kind gesture isn't selfless, however, it's actually his way of getting closer to you

and to have you depending on him for your job

it's not something you notice at first, if at all, but edward always offers to look your work over before passing it on to the bosses

he's changing it without you knowing though, making sure there are little mistakes that have you reprimanded

eddie delivers that bad news of course, and offers to show you how to fix your errors

you're so grateful that you hug him, or compliment him, and so he can hardly stop doing it

besides, the stupider you feel, the more you'll have to rely on him, and the more you'll view him as smart and wonderful

and in order to keep you thinking that, he'll criticise you sometimes

nothing too mean, not too obvious

but enough that he can see your pupils widening and your skin flushing when he does compliment you

"don't worry, i won't tell the bosses"

gosh, you owe him so much... maybe he'll cash in the favours someday

eddie has the keys to the office and he unlocks it every morning, since he's always there a lot earlier than you

you never question why, but it's so he can set things up

you wouldn't believe how many cameras are hidden in the little space you share

under the desk, in the toilet, in the stationary cupboard

and the work laptop he offered to set up for you?

the webcam is hacked, so he can watch you at home

because at a certain point, he can't stand not to be around you or to know what you're up to when you clock out for the day

and that includes when you leave the room to go to the toilet

he had to drill a hole in the wall of the cupboard between the office and the bathroom, just so he can keep an eye on you

and he finds his behaviour escalating, like an experiment to see how far he can go

it starts with him touching himself under his desk, rubbing his hands over his erection and trying to keep quiet

rubbing against you in the elevator, placing his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you, staring down your blouse

asking you to reach up high or down low to watch the way your clothes move to expose you

messing with the ac, watching you sweat when it's too hot, watching your nipples harden when it's too cold

then he starts messing with the cables under his desk a lot, something with the wiring you don't understand

but it's an excuse to stare at your legs, trying to get a peek up your skirt

and then before you know it, your sweet coworker is masturbating into your coffee creamer

waiting to see if you can taste the difference, to see if you recognise him on your tongue

[minnies-puppydoll]

{ Kinkmas Day 2: }

🎁 .*• Gift Wrapped •*. 🎁

pairing: minho x reader

summary: what's the best way to spend time with your lover if you aren't tied up? minho found a new skill to teach his viewers, and you just so happen to be the test dummy.

warnings: hard dom!minho, bondage, camming, sex toys, praise, degradation, impact play, overstimulation, exibitionism, homosexual/ship implications, if i missed any let me know!!

note: IM SORRY THIS SHIT IS SO LATE🫣

dating someone like minho was sure an adventure. you were aware of his camming job before you really got official, and to be honest, it wasnt really a suprise to you.

minho has always come across as a domineering person. of course, he still has his sweet, almost motherly caring moments for you…when he isn’t forcing your legs apart and showing his viewers how to treat a slutty pussy like yours.

even his humor seems sadistic, its like in every aspect of life, he loves to see you writhing the most.

minho’s cam show is all about BDSM instruction. all of the content is based around sexual safety and health, while also keeping it pornographic with live demonstrations, starring his obedient, loving girlfriend.

tonight’s live was no different, but it was a little intimidating you have to admit. minho would go out every week to this unknown location, he wouldn’t tell you what it was about, and when you asked he just said it was a suprise.

you were about to assume the worst, till he came home with a long, tied up cord of red rope hanging out of his bag, and peered at you excitedly.

it was a face you were very familiar with, a pleased, almost shy smile lit up his face as he greeted you, before taking your hand and coaxing you into the bedroom.

he told you he has been going to shibari classes for his streams, and he wants to play with you on live and show everyone what he learned.

you were hesitant at first, till you remembered, if he’s been taking classes for this long then he’s probably good, and you know for a fact minho, being the responsible dom he is, would never try something like this on you unless he was sure he was good.

so here you sat, all pretty in a lace black set, next to the intimidating bundles of shibari rope that’ll be restricting you soon, along with a few other selected toys. but it’s fine. you trust your boyfriend to do what’s best for you.

“alright..everything is all set up. are you sure you want to do this? it’s never too late to back out if you feel uncomfortable.”

“yeah! honestly..i was a little nervous, but now i’m getting pretty excited.”

“oh? is the pretty whore already messing up her new set? such a good girl, but does she remember her safewords?”

“uh huh!”

“go on then.”

“red means stop, yellow means pause and discuss, and green means keep going!”

“good girl! such a smart little thing aren’t you?”

the large webcam setup clicks on, revealing you and minho in the reflection. the familiar system of the camsite focuses you as minho hovers over the livecam button.

“we are live in 3..2..1!”

minho sits on the bed next you, prettily fixing up his hair and taking on a serious look in his eyes, before cheerfully saying his intro as viewers flood and start commenting.

bbok.flx: omg i was first ㅜㅜ that’s a bit embarrassing..

j.onee: i had this stream time on an alarm bro

“hello everyone, you’ve just joined lee know’s weekly sexual education stream..”

you giggled to yourself, you knew lee know was just an online alias, but it was still such a cute name for an intimidating man like your minho.

“if you’re new here, i’m lee know. i work as a professional dom, and this is my little demonstration doll right here next to our topic object tonight.”

minho moved behind you, stroking his hands over your soft body to show you off. you relax in his touch, fluttering your lashes to the camera in front of you.

“there she is. isn’t she pretty? god..look at that, this whore is already wet for all of you.”

the chat moves faster, reading all of these filthy comments about you works you up even further. a few even make you laugh a bit.

fck_hyune: i love seeing her tits. the things i would do to a girl like that ughh

j.onee: i should be her god THIS ISNT FAIR.

minho cracks a loud slap to your thigh, before picking up the rope and unwravelling it slowly, making a bit of a show for the audience. he holds it up to the camera, sliding it between his hands like a pet.

“that’s right, the lesson starting tonight is bondage. i will be teaching you how to safely execute shibari ties on a submissive. this is only lesson one of this subject, so i will only demonstrate one full tie for you this stream.”

minho reads a few comments, then bites his lip, smiling devilishly.

cbbang97: cute rope lee know, but we all know who the real slut is~

he sighs before placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning down to rest his head on you, arching his back a bit behind you so the chat can see his pretty hips and gorgeous thick thighs you and the audience fantasize about.

“excited? i can feel you squirming behind your screens, but you all know the rules. i’ll only go through with the lesson if you pay the fuck up, hm? i want three hundered in donations right now, or i’ll just end the stream now and leave this slut untouched.

minho commands the chat, and you know he isn’t bluffing either. you rub your thighs together and smile when donations start to flood in. but only 105 dollars? that isn’t enough for minho.

“tch. really? you expect to excite me with that pitiful amount? seriously, pay it or i’m done.”

j.onee: SOMEONE PLZ PAY SERIOUSLY IM BROKE AS FUCK

bbok.flx: hehe i got u one sec ^o^

minho cuts his eyes at the camera, tapping his finger impatiently, before looking pleased at the large donation of 300 on its own. that’s more than what he asked for, and he swears he can feel his cock growing in his pants at the sound of the donation ring.

“good job. all of you are being so good for me, follwing directions, want this lesson now as a reward? let’s begin with a chest harness.”

minho sits behind you, he pets your hair sweetly, spreading the rope out in his hand. he sticks his tongue out obscenely before licking up the rope, his dark eyes never leaving the camera.

“start with your rope doubled by looping it in your fingers, then simply wrap it around the submissive, just under their chest.”

he follows his words expertly sliding the looped rope under your boobs, he does it slowly though, making sure he doesn’t hurt you.

“loop the end through the back, then repeat again.”

his words aren’t loud or aggressive, yet you’re sure they could make a mountain move. you say nothing and keep still, letting whatever pretty commands he makes flow out of his mouth. you swear you’d serve him for the rest of your life, your sweet love.

. . .

as the ties and teachings go on for a while, you feel yourself slipping into a familiar, euphoric headspace and the feeling of the restricting rope over your shoulders and breasts, down to your tied up wrists behind your back.

he occasionally answers questions in chat about parts of the knots, or ask you your color.even though it took a long time, you feel like it was over too soon as he tightens the final knot over your ribcage. despite streaming porn, he still leans down and kisses your head sweetly, checking on you.

“feel good? is anything too tight? just say the word and ill comepletely untie it.”

“it feels so good, min-“

he quickly puts a finger up to his mouth, reminding you to not say his real name.

“ah! sorry! it feels fine, lee know.

minho smiles and kisses your cheek, before moving up to sit in front of the camera to show you off.

“this is what the harness should look like when it’s completed. did you follow along? im sure you did such a good job. you always do, y’know?”

j.onee: it would be better if u did it on me instead food for thought

ppup_m1nnie: j.one a simp fr

cbinniwh0re: hes not letting you hit bro

j.onee: SHUT UP

“silly things. getting impatient? should we move on to the fun part of the stream?”

the chat moves at a crazy speed. a few eager viewers have already donated and sent requests, but minho already knows what he wants to do today.

minho adjust you to sit center in front of the camera. he picks up two toys to play with, and holds them to the camera. letting chat decide what he’ll use on your restricted form first.

in his left hand, he holds a pretty clit sucker with purple accents. in his right, he holds a black riding crop with a red heart.

“i’ll be nice and give you a choice today, hm? say A if you wanna see me use this clit sucker on her pretty pussy before i fuck her brains out, or B if you want me to mark her ass red with the crop. choose wisely between pleasure or pain.”

ppup_m1nnie: B

cbbang97: B for sure

bbok.flx: srry but B would be so hot god

j.onee: A PLS OMG

ppup_m1nnie: …

ppup_m1nnie: block j.one

j.onee: BRUH

“hm..looks like B is the winner. you wanna see her suffer that bad, huh?”

minho places the clit sucker on his bedside for later use. he sits back behind you, putting his hand over your eyes and dragging the smooth leather of the crop along your back.

his jaw drops with yours in faux arousal, imagining how you must feel. he takes his hand off your eyes and pushes you face down on the bed. he feels your pretty ass in his hands, you know he loves your ass.

minho stops teasing and lets the crop crack down on your ass for the first time. you yelp loud like a puppy, flinching at the sting. it hurts, but the first time only makes you wanna feel more. you swallow and relax your bdoy for him, waiting for his next strike.

“color?”

“green.”

“i love you.”

“i know. i love you too, min-“

the next hit lands right after your sentence. this one feels like fire, it ignites with pain but burns like pleasure through your dripping cunt.

“what’s my name?”

“mm’fuck..lee know?”

“wrong.”

minho pulls you up by a firm grip on the ropes tied around your arms, his mouth right next to your ear. you squirm in the ropes uselessly in his grasp.

“what’s my name, whore.

“lee know! it’s lee know!”

this time it’s his hand that corrects you, spanking you once with a harder force than the crop. he moves you closer by your neck slightly, pressing your red ass against his bulge, wetting the fabric.

“if you keep getting it wrong i’ll just keep hurting you. you know what i wanna hear from that dirty mouth, slut. you’re doing this to yourself.”

you can barely respond. his words alone have your mind fuzzy and dumb for him already, and his cock isn’t even in you yet.

“answer me. i won’t ask you again.”

you’re quickly woken up from your daze when minho lets go of you and drops you down on the bed. the ropes on your arms make you fall directly on your chest, ending with a painful hit with the crop. this one hurt the most, but it also had you crying out in pleasure for your dom.

“sir! sir- that’s your fucking name, sir..fucking feels so good..”

“ah, so you do know how to use your words.”

“please..need your big cock s’bad, sir..”

you grind your hips down on his bulge desperately as more begs spill from your lips.

“well, you know the rules. if they wanna see that, they have to give me their fucking money.”

minho grinds himself back on your pussy, letting out a few shaky breaths at the feeling of the tension in his pants being slightly relieved. he looks at the camera with a slutty expression on his face.

“fuck..you all have been so good, i think you deserve a reward. wanna see me fuck this bitch into the mattress?”

fck_hyune: god fuck yes

j.onee: fucking a dildo rn thinking of you

j.onee: wish it was your fucking cock pounding me instead while i eat her out

bbok.flx: realest take ive ever heard

i.yen.01: i wish i was HIM. her little noises are so cute jsndbn

“seems like a yes. you all know the drill, get the donations up to eight hundered and this cock is all yours.”

minho flips you over on your back restraints and unzips his pants, he makes a show out of pulling his dripping cock out of his boxers. he’s always been big, that attitude he has isn’t for nothing. he bats his lashes at the camera, while circling his thick, pink tip with his thumb.

he dips his thumb into his slit and lets out a faint moan at the feeling. he chuckles shyly at the noise he made and teases his chat.

“ah..look at it fucking dripping..this is what you paid for.”

fck_hyune: im so broke now but ts is worth every penny so far

cbinniwh0re: hey who says i need to pay rent

j.onee: fuckk i need that fucking cock in my mouth noww ur streams are torture.

minho looks down at you, he moves the hair out of your face and circles his hand soothingly along the small of your back.

“still okay, sweet girl? ropes good?”

you arch your back and squirm your arms to show him that the ropes are secure and not too tight.

“hm. okay. color?”

“green, jus’ want your cock.”

you pout. minho hums and running his cock through your folds, collecting the wetness on his tip and jerking it softly. he runs his finger up a vein and throbs around nothing till more precum drips down his cock.

all you can hear are the obscene sounds of him jerking his wet cock and letting out soft airy moans. it torture. you just want him inside you, but the ropes leave you helpless and pliant as you just whine impatiently at his sounds.

without warning, he spreads you open and slides his cock inside, forcing more in with short, forceful thrusts. he circles his hips inside you slowly once he’s all the way in.

“fuck! sir, yes! so fucking big.. mmplease fuck me please i’m such a good girl-“

minho shoves your head down into the pillows and grabs something off the counter. you feel something attach to your clit and start sucking it roughly. the clit sucker from earlier. it’s too much. you squirm your hips around, but all that does is work minho inside you deeper.

“if you’re such a good girl, then fucking take it.”

minho graps the ropes on your wrists as leverage to pull you back on his cock over and over. he just started moving and he’s already pounding the shit out of you. the double stimulation of the suction on your clit and the cock rubbing along your g-spot, already has you close.

“ah! fuck! fuckfuckfuck sir don’t fucking stop please..”

“gonna cum already? go ahead but im not stopping till i cum.”

he reaches under you and clicks the clit sucker into a higher setting that has you squirting around his cock in seconds. your eyes roll back as your thighs tremble and drip from your intense orgasm.

minho takes the clit sucker off of your puffy, wet clit and leans forward, he places his hands on either sides of your waist and fucks into you roughly. pounding your pussy just the way you like.

your brain is absolute mush. you’ve never cum that quickly before in your life, and he won’t stop.

“you like that huh? like being my little fucktoy on livestream? want everyone to see your little pussy leak my cum everywhere?”

“yes! fuck yes, pleaseplease- mark me, claim my fucking cunt, sir..”

“okay. just for you..fuck, i’m gonna cum..”

with a few more satisfying thrusts and he’s spilling inside you. rutting out his orgasm inside you and placing sweet kisses down your back.

“sweet girl..milking my cock. keep all my fucking cum, you earned it. such a good girl.”

minho pulls out, you’re about to protest till you feel something else sliding inside you. minho places a pretty, red plug in your pussy, keeping all his cum inside you.

“shh. you can rest for a second while i wrap up stream, okay? i love you.”

“i know, i love you too. minho.” you whisper.

. . .

“so! did you all enjoy the stream? did you get to cum too? i hope so.”

j.onee: i don’t think i’ve ever cum so hard in my life

fck_hyune: ..i don’t know which of you i’d rather be honestly

“im glad you did, but! it’s time to say goodbye. don’t be sad though. the next stream is in a week anyway so stay tuned. say bye bye!”

bbok.flx: awe bye bye ;(

cbinniwh0re: byebye silly

cbbang97: ill miss youuuuu

ppup_m1nnie: bye yall

j.onee: ILY SEE U IN A WEEK

ppup_m1nnie: glazer

“hm, see you soon, j.one.”

j.onee: OH MY GOD

ppup_m1nnie: oh shit

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[chanelgrll]

ronin nsfw for the freaks maybe 🤲

A/N: oh of course I gotchu

Roninxafab reader MINORS DNI 18+

cw: smut, sexual tension, edging, masturbation (and getting caught), overstimulation (?), degrading, biting

It's been a year since you joined that god forsaken serial killer server, met with 8 different killers… and fell in love with one of them. Ronin, the cocky server owner stole your heart, or aorta as he would call it, one month into you joining. After you two met in purgatory and shared your first kiss, your relationship was basically set in stone. It's been about 6 months since that night. Half a year of shared glances, cruel jokes, and slow-burning intimacy. Most days, he was at your side glued to the hip .

Until last week.

Deadlines crept in like rot. You hadn't left your house in days. The silence stretched long and lonely. Now, here you were hunched under the weary halo of a desk lamp, agonizing over your taxes, the most soul-crushing ritual of adulthood. Eyes glazed, pen trembling, your focus tunneled. So when your phone rang, the sound shattered the stillness like gunfire.

shit.

You fall with your chair onto your floor. You hit the ground with a thud. For a second, you just laid there in stunned disbelief, blinking at the ceiling as the ringtone blurred into background noise. Eventually, you pried yourself off the floor, dragging the chair upright. With a sigh, you opened your laptop.

Ronin was calling. Of course he was.

He’d been on your case all week, nagging sweetly, aggressively mother-henning from afar. You could already hear the teasing concern in his voice. Had you eaten? Drunk water? Was your bloodstream now 80% caffeine? Your chest warmed despite yourself.

With another sigh, you clicked Join.

...and almost jump at the sight of Ronin.

He's standing way too close to his webcam, half his face off frame.

“There you are, darling,” he purred. “Thought the grind finally claimed you. Death by productivity.” He sat back in his seat, leaning back and looking at the screen with a grin.

"Oh please like a little bit of hard work is gonna be the death of me," you roll your eyes but couldn't help but smile back at him. You missed him, a lot. He doesn't reply for a moment, his eyes flickering up and down his screen. You tilt your head at him, "whatcha looking at ?

“Mm, just admiring the aftermath,” he said. “Messy hair. Shirt buttoned wrong. Looks familiar.”

Your stomach dropped. Then your eyes caught your disheveled reflection in the corner of the screen, hair a tangled halo, shirt hanging open at the collar.

"Ah sorry! you called at a random time," you mumble in response. The last thing you needed was Ronin teasing you on how clumsy you are, again.

“Oh yeah?” he said slowly. “Because I swear I’ve seen you like that before. Bedroom lighting, glazed eyes, shirt half-off... Déjà vu, maybe?” You froze. Your face erupted in flame.

“WHAT—HEY—NO—ABSOLUTELY NOT!” You scrambled to fix yourself, hands flailing. He just watched, laughing, head thrown back, eyes gleaming.

“Relax, sugar. Just a memory. A good one.” He wiped fake tears from his eyes as his laughter died down. “Now tell me... what the hell had you looking like you just walked through a tornado? You takin’ care of yourself?” He looks at your expression as he awaits an answer from you. You scratch the back of your neck, looking down at your desk.

"I just fell off my chair right when you called me, I didn't check how I looked," you respond, not wanting to see the smug face he was probably making. For a good reason too because the second those words left your mouth

A beat of silence.

Then chaos.

Ronin's laugh tore through your headset like a banshee scream. You yelped, ripping them off your head and slamming your forehead onto the desk in defeat. Smooth. After a moment, you slowly slipped the headset back on, just in time to catch his continued wheezing.

“AAAHHAHAHAH—”

You flipped him off. He grinned wider, voice dipping low.

“Aww, is my sweetheart embarrassed? Of me? Your favorite devil on your shoulder?” he asked, tone all honey and razors. You lifted your head just enough to glare at the screen, arms folded defensively. He was still leaning close, eyes heavy on yours.

"I'd be lying if I said it didn't turn me on."

"For fucks sake Beaufort you can't just throw that out there," you groan.

“Can’t help yourself, can you?” Ronin teased. “You fold so fast. I bet if I offered to come over, you’d be on your knees before I hit the doorstep.” You scoffed, cheeks blazing.

“I would never. I have dignity thank you very much.”

He raised a brow. Relaxed. Leaned further back in his chair. And that’s when you noticed: no jacket. Just a dark, worn band shirt clinging to his frame. His arms flexed slightly behind his head. His stupid perfect smirk, those sharp teeth, that wild tangle of burgundy hair, he looked like a sin carved from moonlight. You were still staring when he opened his mouth again.

“Oh, really?” he said. “Because if I remember right, a few hours after that first kiss you said... ‘Ronin please, I’m begging you, just put it—’”

“OKAY OKAY OKAY,” you shrieked, hands flying to your ears. “WE GET IT. YOU WIN.” He said nothing. Just smirked, watching you stew in your own embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t miss it,” he cooed. “The way you cling to me like I’m salvation. Like I could keep you there, forever. Caught in the heat.” His voice had dropped to something soft and decadent. A velvet hook in your spine. You swallowed and stared hard at the piece of paper on your desk, as if tax forms could rescue you.

God help you.

Ronin noticed your flustered expression and stuck his tongue out.

"Oh would ya look at the time!" and... ended the call. You sat there, now in complete silence still trying to process what he had said. The week of not seeing him, missing him, craving him all finally coiled up inside you. He left you and your mind so completely disrupted, causing permanent contractions in your lower abdomen. You felt like a dog in heat.

You looked back down at the paper on your desk, and you knew there was no way you could focus on this anymore. With a sigh you stood up and stumbled over to your bed, collapsing in it. Your brain fogged up with nothing but Ronin's voice, his smell, his touch, the feeling of his hands on you and before you could stop yourself, your hand was moving down on its own. A moan slipped over your lips as you completely lost control over any embarrassment. The only thing in your mind was on Ronin. You tried to edge yourself, dwell in the pleasure a little longer before reaching your high.

Just when it felt like your fingers were completely moving on their own, mere seconds away from an intense orgasm...

"Yknow if you missed me that much you could've just asked me to come." You were scared stiff, slowly lifting your head from being buried in your blankets to turn around and face... Ronin. Half his body was in your room through the window while his other half was still outside. He was staring at you, but his focus was on the hand that was between your legs. Without thinking twice you yanked your hand out and covered yourself with your blanket, absolutely horrified.

"R-Ronin?" was all that you could say, frozen in shock and still recovering from the build up moments before his intrusion. He didn't answer, didn't have to. He stepped inside your room and crawled onto your bed, yanking the blanket off you leaving you exposed to him. Ronin stopped moving once he was looming over you, both his hands propped beside your head so you were laying below him, eyes wide. You finally mustered up enough strength to look him in the eyes. His pupils were blown. His hair fell down past his face lightly tickling your forehead. He looked at you, his pupils dilating as each second went by. He leaned down, lips brushing against your ear.

"I guessed you were teased to absolute desperation but I didn't expect you to start without me," he whispered. There was no cocky attitude, no smug tone to his voice. Before you could respond he took his shirt off and immediately followed by taking off your shorts and undergarments in one grip. The view of his body after days of not seeing him made you weak, any protest you had left your mind as you covered your mouth with one of your hands, gripping the sheets under you in anticipation with your other.

Noticing, Ronin took your hand off your mouth and held it, moving it to the side of your head and pinning your wrist down. His other hand trailed down your waist, past your hips and moved over your thigh, and stopped at your inner thigh. Your body reacted, heavy breathing escaped from your lips as he lifted his head up to look at you.

"Can I?" he asked under heavy breaths. You nodded your head desperately, eyes shut not daring to look at him. All you heard was Ronin let out a groan and he slowly entered you with two of his fingers, moving rhythmically in a way that made your legs shake. "Fuck, you're so wet.." he cooed.

You heard him rearranging his position, still too embarrassed to open your eyes. Then you gasped as you felt his tongue on your clit. He groaned as he started the messily eat you out while fingering you. The metal piercing in his tongue hitting in just the right spot making you see stars. You gripped into his hair, already feeling your high building up from earlier. But before you could finally finish, he stopped. You whimpered, tears running down your cheeks, your body was completely overwhelmed by everything that just took place. You look up at him as he crawls back over you, your eyes glossy. The look on your face wiped the smile off his face, and his head fell forward onto your shoulder, sighing as if he was in pain. His hand gripped your hip harshly.

"Ronin... please.. please," you whisper. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked away closing his eyes.

"I need to fuck you right now or I'm going to go insane," his raspy voice sent a shiver down your spine. He removed his and your last pieces of clothing and started impatiently rubbing his tip on your wetness, the sweetest sounds escaping him. You let out a whimper in anticipation.

When he finally entered, you lost your breath. It felt like finding an oasis after days of no water, and you found your feelings mirrored in Ronin's face. His head fell back and a deep moan exited his mouth. He slid in and out of you painfully slow, savoring every second. Ronin lowered his head to look at you, and when your eyes met he gave you a smile, but with his next thrust his brows furrowed again.

He kneeled and lifted your hips up gently to change the angle, somehow going deeper. You became a moaning mess under him as he fastened his pace, the growing knot forming again inside you. Ronin knew by the way your moans changed that you were close, so he harshly gripped into your hips and bit down on your neck.

"Come on darling, bet you've been needing this."

The force of his grip and the pain from the bite sent your brain into overdrive, enough to send you over the edge. He felt your walls contracting and tightening around him, before you came. hard. Curses left Ronin's mouth as he tried to hold back for a little longer. He used the grip he had on your hips to flip you over onto your stomach like a toy. He took a few shaky breaths trying to calm himself down.

You, still shaking and trying to process your orgasm, gasped as you were grabbed by the throat and lifted up onto your knees upright, his other hand secured both your wrists behind your back as he entered again. It was hard for you to stay on your knees alone, your thighs shaking. He kept his grip on your wrists firm in one hand and pushed your face into the pillow with his other. Your moans muffled. Ronin picked up the face, and each thrust he went harder hitting the spot that had you blanking out.

"Too much, I can't-"

With his other hand still secure by the throat, he interrupted you. "you're gonna take it like the fucking slut you are, I know you can." His voice had a threatening undertone, even though you could hear him struggling. You didn't think it was possible but each thrust brought you closer as you could feel your next high building up. Ronin tried to chuckle as he heard your whines turning into moans again, but all that escaped his mouth was heavy breathing.

As he slowly fastened the pace, your moans vibrated against his hand on your throat. He bent down to your ear. "Sshhhh..." he shushed into your ear, grinning. But as if you were going against him, you only got louder. He flipped you back to face him again, and he lowered his head down, harshly biting your neck again, and again. One of your hands grabbed into his hair as you came.

"Ronin... fuck... haaah..."

He finished right after you, his body weight collapsing as you as his body shuddered against you. Every exhaled breath of both of you was followed by a low soft-spoken moan.

"Ronin..."

"hm.?"

"You're heavy"

He laughed, rolled off you and kissed you. "Fuck, Y/N what's wrong with you?" He asked jokingly with his eyes closed, still regaining his breath. You narrowed your eyes.

"What's wrong with me?" you spoke half into the pillow.

"You're insatiable, and you feel insane," he ran his hand through his hair, getting it out of his face. He let out a laugh and you felt a strand of hair being removed from your face. You look up at his gaze. Dark eyes that somehow danced in the light. He pulled you closer and you closed your eyes, the stress from the week leaving your body.

Ronin pulled back to take a good look at you, pointing at your neck and collarbone with a giant grin. “Wait till the server sees this.”

“Ronin don’t you fucking dare-“

“Relax darling,” he laughed while repeatedly booping your nose. “My eyes only I can’t have V seeing you in this state.” You just let out a groan and buried your face back in his neck. He just kept laughing, his hold on you tightening slightly.

“You’re an idiot yknow that Ronin?”

“Yeah but you love me.”

“Fuck you”

[tojisrealwifey]

F In The Chat — r. sukuna

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Synopsis: Sukuna puts on a show for his viewers, and you are the lead actress

・❥・characters: ryomen sukuna.

・❥・requests : rules

warnings: mdni, 18+, smut, mastrubation (f), degrotary terms (slut, whore), exhibitionism (kinda? he fucks you in front of thousands of viewers), fingerfucking, use of vibrator.

・❥・wc: 1.4k

・❥・masterlist

Head thrown back on the sofa, you heard quiet squelches, intermittent huffs, and sounds of keyboard clicking.

Sukuna had his attention on the screen, the chat flooding with comments as he worked through another area of crossfire.

He continued his commentary, unconcerned that you were fingering yourself, your arousal becoming a pool on the leather. It was he who gave you the order and instructed you to prepare yourself for him.

It had initially excited you but you were confused as to why he would ask that right before his scheduled streaming time.

But it all became evident when he booted up his streaming system while you were knuckles-deep in your cunt.

His webcam recorded his face as well as the scene behind him, including his bed. Next to his arrangement was a little loveseat—the one you're sitting in right now—positioned a little distance away from him.

Luckily, the webcam was unable to detect you, hiding you from his audience.

Your fingers worked inside you, letting out small moans, loud enough to make sure it was only audible to your boyfriend.

"S'kuna...please...you're so mean~" 

You continued to whine and plead until Sukuna had no choice but to look at you. Swiftly muting himself for a second, he speaks in a low, teasing voice.

"Tch. C'mere, slut." 

He commands, red eyes meeting yours. Your eyes sparkle eagerly as you fix your skirt, Sukuna going back to talk to his viewers.

"Y'all haven't met my bae yet, have you? C'mere doll." He holds out his hand, moving his chair back for you to slide in.

You walk into the frame, grinning sheepishly as Sukuna's hand circles your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

"Say hi, doll~" 

He smirks into your ear, feeling your bare pussy flush against his covered thigh, the material of his sweats soaking up your slick. Your thighs clench together, growing hot due to the proximity.

"H-hello..." You give a brief smile, eyes catching the flood of comments.

'lucky bastard' 'you have a gf??!' 'she's smokin' hot bruh' 'sheesh possessive much?' 'show those hands kuna' '10 out of 10' 'he could do so much better' 'she's outta your league dude' 'bro continue the game' 'nice to meet ya!' 'what's her name?' 'he calls her doll?! i'm so jealous' 'i want that hand around my neck'

The inappropriate words woven throughout the comments cause your eyes to bulge. You pondered whether Sukuna had to endure comments like these on a regular basis and whether this was the norm.

And even though you try to contain your jealousy, you silently grit your teeth when you notice the comments that insult you or blatantly thirst over your boyfriend. 

With your legs slung over one side of Sukuna's lap, you shift and snake your arms around his neck, burying your face in his chest.

Sukuna chuckles, the verbal gesture reverberating on your cheek as he soothes a hand over your head.

"My baby was sleeping, don't mind her. Let's finish the fight." He says, shifting closer so everything below your waist is no longer in view.

He continues, discreetly muting himself a bit later knowing everyone's attention would be on the game now.

Since you were sitting sideways, he taps on your thigh, urging you to get closer. 

"Lift your ass, baby."

You do so, leaning into him more to lift your hips sideways, your pussy open for him.

His hand drags up your skirt enough to uncover your ass, fingers immediately ghosting over your folds.

"So. Fucking. Wet."

He growls, his fingertips circling your clit at a torturing speed.

Your cunt pulses in anticipation, vision getting foggy at the thought of being fucked live. His fingertips circle your clit, your arousal cascading across your thigh.

"S'kuna...your fingers please..."

"Be quiet."

Your lips tremble at his denial as he continues to torment your clit. You glance at his computer screen, observing as his left hand continues to spam some buttons on the keyboard.

Although you wondered what he managed to do without using his mouse, and you would be right to assume that.

He was failing miserably but his attention was now fixated on you, noticing your cheeks glow red, eyes scrunched up, face pressed against his shirt.

His slender hand cups your cunt, wanting to see you grow desperate on his lap. You squirm as impatience looms over your being. You were one stroke away from fucking him then and there.

Thankfully your prayers were answered as Sukuna smoothly slips two fingers into your cunt. You hiss at the notable difference in your fingers and his, feeling your hole stretch further and his digits reach deeper.

This would never get old. No matter how many times he does this, his hands will always be your favorite. 

You groan as he starts to move, thrusting slowly. You would have been complaining about the speed if it hadn't been for the delicious stretch.

"You're so wet, but I need you to be drenched. Need these juices all over my set up~"

Your eyes sting in embarrassment, not being able to contain your whimper due to his nasty words. As soon as he had said that, you were empty once again, hearing Sukuna rummaging through his desk.

You jolt hard once a harsh vibration pulse on your clit— unable to hold back, you let out a moan before instantly sealing your lips shut.

Sparing a glance at the chat, you saw numerous comments of people trash-talking your boyfriend's performance in the game, but none of them said anything about your wanton actions.

"Mmmm, eyes on me, slut. Keep moanin' for me. Need to see you bitch and whine like a whore."

"H-hurts 'Kuna! S-sensitive...please..."

He grins evilly, loving your tortured expression. Gaining an idea, the position of his hands changes around your body.

He moves you so that you were straddling him instead, back against his chest as he plunges the tiny vibrator into your cunt, walls molding around the silicon.

His hand was in between his crotch and your dripping sex, fingers not moving from your hole as he continued to finger you.

His left hand was no longer on the keyboard, but instead, they handled a small device, pressing a few buttons here and there.

You hadn't noticed the vibrations getting faster, but due to your last reaction, Sukuna amped up the speed to the third highest setting, making you harshly jolt, eyes rolling back.

Your vision blurs at the feeling, such cruel vibrations right against your cervix made your head dizzy, his fingers adding to the coil in your stomach.

"Fuck yourself on me. Just...like...that~  Keep crying bitch...So. Fucking. Sexy."

Your body started to move, hands on Sukuna's gaming chair handles as you separated your back from him, sliding your pussy across his fingers.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

You pant with every thrust, your juices dripping down his knuckles, a puddle on his lap.

By now, everyone on the livestream had noticed the filthy actions. It was hard not to with tears running down your face and drool seeping from your mouth.

Shame had long left your body, mind forgetting that there were thousands of people witnessing your whorish act.

To make things worse, Sukuna started to roll back his chair, webcam capturing a full view of your sloppy pussy. And for the cherry on top...

...he turned on the mic, just as you started gushing around him.

"Cum for you! Gonna cum! For you! Only you!"

PING!

"So full! My pussy is so full~!"

PING!

"Ngh-! Spit in my mouth 'Kuna! Wanna taste you..."

PING!

"Will be a slut for you, S'kuna! Please go deeper~!"

PING!

"Can feel you so deep 'Kuna~!" 

PING!

"S'kuna~! Cumming!"

PING!

"Too much!" 

PING!

PING!

PING! 

PING! 

PING!

Your loud moans drown out all the donation pings that flood his computer. Sukuna smirks on your shoulder, canines digging into the skin as he chuckles at your sloppy cunt.

His hands fondled your bra-less chest, your shirt molding over your tit as Sukuna groped your mound, nipples visible through the fabric.

"Such a pretty whore I have here...don't ya think?"

PING!

PING! 

"Just look are this pussy..."

Sukuna maneuvers you to sit back close to his chest as his hands spread your legs apart, placing them on each side of his chair.

Placing the remote down, he spits on one hand, his other tearing off your shirt leaving you bare save for your skirt that was bunched up on your torso.

He later smooths his palm over your breast, spreading his saliva on your nipples making them perk up.

"Pretty tits too..."

"Ngh..."

"Shhh."

Sukuna gives a swift slap to your pussy when you started to whine, which only makes you yelp out once more. 

PING!

PING!

His hands stay on your cunt, spreading your folds.

"...And look at this tiny hole. Fuck her every day too, it doesn't make a difference."

PING!

"Caught me a slutty one, tastes fucking delicious. Wanna see her squirt?"

PING!

PING!

PING!

PING!

PING!

PING!

PING!

PING!

PING! 

PING!

"I'll take that as a yes. See baby? They love your sloppy cunt...what do you say?"

"T-thank y—fuuuckhh! Thank you!!" 

"Good slut. Such a good girl..."

[zeroseuniverse]

Final_Cut: You

Word Count: 1.6K Summary: But the camera wasn’t your webcam. It was handheld. Moving. Breathing. Someone had been there. Close enough to count your lashes. Close enough to brush hair from your forehead if they’d wanted to. Pairing: DK X Reader

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You never really knew your editor. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. You’d never shaken his hand or looked into his eyes. Never heard him laugh, or seen his name written down anywhere but in one sleek, unassuming corner of your shared folder. He went by DK. That was all he gave you, and in your line of work—where people overshared by default—that kind of anonymity almost felt charming. Clean. Professional.

He came recommended by another content creator you trusted. “Quiet. Fast. Reliable. Creepy good at catching your good side,” they’d said, half-laughing, not knowing how literal that would feel later.

So, you hired him. DK became the name behind the edits, the ghost in your machine. Every video you posted passed through his hands before the world ever saw it. He cleaned up the mess behind the illusion: removed your awkward pauses, trimmed your half-hearted brand plugs, warmed the lighting when your eyes looked too tired, softened your voice when it trembled.

You’d always found it eerie, in a way. How he seemed to know which frame made you look strongest. How he lingered just a moment longer on your real smile—the one you didn’t even know you gave. It was like he knew you better than you knew yourself.

At first, you chalked it up to talent. Intuition. Maybe a touch of luck.

But talent doesn’t explain how he caught the moment your expression faltered during a livestream, just before the screen glitched. It doesn’t explain how he managed to isolate your voice from a noisy café mic and leave only the breathy laugh you made when you spotted someone you liked. And it certainly doesn’t explain how, when you asked him for a behind-the-scenes edit—something raw, something real—he delivered something so intimate it made your skin crawl and your chest ache at the same time.

You watched that draft alone at midnight, curled into your blanket, half-expecting it to be a highlight reel of giggles and bloopers. But it wasn’t that. It was… you. Not the version you curated. Not the persona you wore like perfume.

No, this was you when the camera had slipped, when you forgot to mute, when your face settled into something hollow between takes. It was the moment you stared into your mirror, saying nothing. The way you brushed your fingers over a half-empty mug like you were waiting for it to fill. The sound of your breath after you ended a call and didn’t smile afterward.

And somehow, impossibly, he had footage you didn’t remember filming. A glimpse of you through a rain-streaked window. A shaky shot of you lit only by your laptop, eyes red but not crying. You blinked and replayed the segment four times, then stared at your drive.

You never recorded that.

But it was in your folder. Neatly named. Edited. Color-corrected. Yours.

You posted the video anyway. You weren’t sure why. Maybe because it felt real. Or maybe because the way he saw you was flattering in its honesty. Painful, yes—but gentle. Careful. Tender. Like someone memorizing the cracks of porcelain instead of fixing them.

The internet loved it. Flooded you with praise. “So raw.” “So real.” “So you.”

You messaged him afterward:

“That was beautiful. I felt like you saw the parts of me I never show anyone.”

He didn’t respond in words. Just a single file the next day, titled: “Final Cut_You”

You didn’t open it at first. Something about the name unsettled you, though you couldn’t explain why. It sat in your drive like a whisper behind a door you weren’t sure you wanted to open.

Meanwhile, you tried to think more about the DK you thought you knew. Tried to recall any calls, any photos, any trace of who he was beyond the edits. There were none. You hadn’t even spoken to him directly in months—just emails, maybe the occasional voice note on your end. He never replied in voice. His presence was always silent. Always watching.

You started to wonder if it had always been this way—if there had been clues you ignored. Your camera turning on by itself. Footage from a different angle. Files moved in your drive when you knew you hadn’t touched them.

Sometimes you felt him in your apartment, even when you were alone. That strange sixth sense, the weight of eyes in the walls. But when you turned, there was no one there. Just your webcam. Your blinking cursor. Your reflection, almost unfamiliar in the quiet.

Still, you didn’t stop sending him content. Maybe a part of you wanted to be seen like that. Honestly. Lovingly. Obsessively.

You opened the file one night. The “Final Cut.”

And there you were.

Not a montage. Not a highlight reel.

Just you, asleep.

The camera slowly panned closer. The room was dark, lit only by a streetlamp outside your window. You could see the rise and fall of your chest, the gentle shift of your hand against your pillow. The timestamp matched a night weeks ago. You’d fallen asleep editing late and hadn’t remembered hitting record.

But the camera wasn’t your webcam. It was handheld. Moving. Breathing.

Someone had been there. Close enough to count your lashes. Close enough to brush hair from your forehead if they’d wanted to.

The final frame held on your face for a full minute, unflinching. Then, softly, almost imperceptibly, the whisper of a voice you’d never heard before.

“You belong in every frame.”

That was the last thing on the video.

You didn’t report it. You didn’t fire him. You didn’t even change your passwords.

Instead, you stared at the screen, heart quiet in your chest, the room so still you could hear the silence breathe.

Because deep down, you already knew—

He’d been watching long before you ever hit record.

And maybe, just maybe, you were okay with that.

You didn’t speak of the video. Didn’t message him about it. Didn’t scream, didn’t cry, didn’t tell a soul.

You simply watched.

Once. Twice. Then five times more. Each viewing slower, more deliberate, like your silence was a ritual and this was your offering. You examined the shadows for a silhouette. Counted your breaths. Noted how steady the camera was—how intentional.

Someone had filmed you. Someone had been there.

He had been there.

But what unsettled you most wasn’t the invasion. It was how gentle it all was. The way the camera never violated. Never touched. Just witnessed. It wasn’t lewd. It wasn’t violent. It was reverent.

Like love, in its rawest, most unhinged form.

That was the first night you left your window open.

The second night, you wore the sweater you knew he liked—because he always lingered just a second longer in the edits when you wore it. You knew he noticed. DK noticed everything. It was in the way he paused on your fingertips brushing your jaw, or the way he let your inhale echo longer when you were talking about things you loved.

It was devotion. Warped, but careful. It made you feel chosen.

And when you left the camera running overnight, you didn’t label the file. You didn’t need to. By the next morning, it had already been moved. Already edited.

When you opened it, you found yourself sleeping again—same room, same soft rise and fall of your chest—but this time, something had changed.

The footage was warmer. Closer. Your hand had moved in the night, and the lens had followed. A shift in the light revealed the faintest blur of movement in the corner. Not a face. Just the impression of someone sitting near your bed. Waiting.

At the end of the video, he’d added music. A soft, looping instrumental you’d used once in an old vlog. You’d said it made you feel safe. He remembered.

And then—his voice.

“You see me now, don’t you?”

Not a question. A fact.

And you did. In the absence. In the edits. In the invisible fingerprints across your life. You felt him everywhere. You knew his rhythm, his restraint, his fascination with your solitude. And part of you—maybe the part you’d never dared to speak aloud—wanted it.

The next video you sent him was different.

You didn’t speak. You simply stood before the camera, holding eye contact. Still. Unmoving. Like you were letting him look. Really look.

You stayed like that for two minutes.

And when the final edit came back, it was exactly the same. No cuts. No filters. No manipulation.

Just you. Just him. Staring back.

The next file you received wasn’t in the usual folder. It arrived on a flash drive, taped inside a nondescript envelope, no return address.

You found it in your mailbox.

Your name printed in block letters.

Your real name.

The video was darker than the others. Titled only “Home.”

It opened with your front door.

From outside.

Rain dripped down the lens. Your window glowed dimly. Shadows moved inside.

The camera lingered. Patient. Unhurried.

And then the footage changed.

It was your hallway. The inside of your home. The familiar creak of the floorboards, the low hum of your fridge. Footsteps—soft, deliberate, a lover’s cadence.

Then your bedroom.

Your silhouette in bed. Sleeping.

Closer now.

And then—

Your eyes opening.

Not in fear. Not in surprise.

Just… open. As if you’d been expecting this.

The video cut to black.

And in your lap—real, physical, not digital—a note had been tucked inside the envelope.

You unfolded it slowly. Handwriting careful, almost elegant.

I’ll come when you’re ready. But I’m already yours.

You could’ve run.

You could’ve blocked him. Called the police. Changed your locks. Burned your hard drives.

But instead, that night, you lit a candle on your windowsill and left the door unlocked.

And in the quiet that followed, you laid in bed and whispered into the dark—

“…I see you.”

[johnwickb1tsch]

imagine...it's 1999, and you think your boyfriend's cheating on you, but you don't have proof. you get a name from a friend of a friend to contact this dude Neo, to hack into your bf's email.

sweet version: he finds the proof you suspect is there. he shows you, hating hurting you but you need to know. it's rEAlly baaaad, this guy's a TOTAL douche... but in the end, you're ok with it, because you like this cute nerd waaaay more than your asshole ex. he's too shy/awkward to make a move tho, so one night you just show up at his door and kiss fuck his brains out. 💚

dark version: neo thinks you're really cute, and while he's working this assignment he can't stop thinking about you. it's possible he spies on you a bit through your webcam, before he gets into your bf's email, and he sees the secrecy you were worried about was totally innocuous. he's actually planning to ask you to marry him. LAME. Neo wants you for himself, so he fabricates evidence to show you, so that you break up with your boyfriend. he's there to comfort you though... <<there there. i know, men suck. want to get a coffee sometime?>> 😈

when your laptop totally freaks out and all the work for your master's thesis disappears you run crying to him to fix it. man, this guy's your HERO! who knows how it got deleted in the first place... at first you depend on him for tech support - wow you've been having THE WORST luck lately - but soon it's more...he's SO cute with his big dark puppy eyes. you just TRUST him, ya know? one night he's helping you get a virus off your computer <<how did that even GET there??>> and he kisses you - his lips are so soft, you let him, you can tell he's nervous, it's so cute, his big hands so sure on the keyboard are shaking on your skin <<it's ok, you can touch me, i like you>> you let him do anything he wants, let him kiss your nipples and suck on your neck and pin you on his messy bed, pounding you with his *delightfully* big cock, and who knew this sweet gothy hacker boi would know sO many positions? it's like he's been thinking about this for a while...

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gif by magical cinema

[grimeshound]

CAN WE CAM UP?

masterlist

word count: 2,228

pairing: sang-woo x gi-hun.

summary: when sang-woo comes clean about his debts to gi-hun, the older man introduces him to the prospect of opening an onlyfans account. unbeknownst to gi-hun, he’d be watching his best friend’s video on the site weeks later.

cn: 18+, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, webcam/onlyfans sangwoo au

a/n: title from cyber sex for doja cat! you can clearly tell i have no idea how the onlyfans layout works,,, i hope that doesnt ruin anything T_T

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“Well— how are you, really?” Gi-hun asked, swirling the bottle of soju lazily in his hand, his tone softer than usual.

Sang-woo took another slow sip of his own drink, the bitterness lingering as he huffed. “I mean, alright.”

Gi-hun fixed him with a deadpan look, a rare moment of seriousness. “I think we’ve known each other long enough to know that’s bullshit.”

The words hit Sang-woo harder than they should’ve. It had been years since they’d last seen each other, his childhood friend now feeling like a relic of a simpler time. But the universe worked in funny ways, reuniting each other at a no-name convenience store after all this time. A little coaxing, albeit barely needed—was all it took for Sang-woo to agree to drinks. He could never say no to Gi-hun, even back when they were kids.

Sang-woo sighed, leaning back into his seat. “Well… maybe not alright. There’s the debts—”

Gi-hun’s eyes lit up, cutting him off mid-sentence. “No way? Me too!” He leaned in, gesturing wildly like Sang-woo had just announced they’d won the lottery. “It’s fucking insane, right? You try everything—”

Sang-woo blinked, half-incredulous, half-amused as Gi-hun launched into a rapid-fire list of schemes he’d tried to get out of debt. It was so absurd he couldn’t help but snicker, the laughter sneaking out before he could stop it.

“Yeah…” Sang-woo trailed off, his smile fading as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. He looked away, the silence creeping back between them.

“But you know,” Gi-hun continued, grinning ear to ear, “I’m managing. You just gotta try everything you can.”

Sang-woo sighed heavily, swirling the last bit of soju in his bottle before setting it down. “I have tried everything, hyung. You think I haven’t?”

Gi-hun leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. “Okay, like what?”

Sang-woo chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. “I tried the obvious, cutting expenses. No more eating out, no more luxuries, not even a cup of coffee from the vending machine at work. Didn’t make a dent.”

He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. “Then, I thought I could invest my way out. Stocks, crypto, you name it. I spent months researching, thinking I could outsmart the market. Turns out, luck isn’t something you can study.”

Gi-hun just nodded wordlessly, letting Sang-woo ramble on.

“And then,” Sang-woo continued, his voice growing quieter, “I thought about selling my car. My condo. Everything I own. But I realized even that wouldn’t be enough to cover it all. It’s like trying to drain an ocean with a goddamn bucket.”

Gi-hun frowned, leaning back in his chair as he sucked his teeth. “Damn. That bad, huh?”

Sang-woo scoffed. “Bad enough that I started thinking about loans. Sketchy ones, the kind where the interest grows faster than you can blink.” He glanced at Gi-hun, his expression dark. “I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not yet.”

There were a few beats of pause, the two men quiet for a bit.

“Well, you know…” It was Gi-hun who broke the silence, hoping to ease the heavy tension in the air. “There’s always OnlyFans, I hear that’s lucrative nowadays.” he joked, nudging Sang-woo’s side with a laugh.

Sang-woo froze, his cigarette paused halfway to his mouth. “What?” he said flatly, his brow furrowing.

Gi-hun looked genuinely surprised. “You’re telling me you’ve never heard of it? You’re 46, single, and you don’t know?” He snorted. “Wow. It’s true what they say—genius types like you really don’t have time for stuff like that, huh?”

Sang-woo just stared at him, unimpressed. “Are you going to tell me, or are you just going to keep spouting nonsense?”

Gi-hun snickered, leaning in like he was sharing some grand secret. “It’s this site where people pay you for… uh, requests.”

Sang-woo’s frown deepened. “Requests?” He repeated the word slowly, like it was foreign.

Gi-hun hesitated, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “You know. Webcam stuff. Like… adult webcam stuff.”

It took him a second, but when the implication hit, his face flushed crimson. “What the hell, hyung? Do I look like a fucking prostitute to you?!” He yanked off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose as if that would help erase the image from his mind.

Gi-hun, of course, was laughing too hard to take him seriously. “Hey, hey—it’s just a joke!” he said, clapping Sang-woo on the back. “Besides, what’s wrong with it? I hear it’s real liberating these days. And it pays a killing.”

Sang-woo rolled his eyes, slipping his glasses back on. “Yeah, well, I’m not that desperate. Keep dreaming.”

They parted ways shortly after, and Sang-woo returned to his empty apartment, the silence of the place practically swallowing him whole. He barely made it home before the exhaustion hit. The ridiculousness of Gi-hun’s suggestion shouldn’t have stuck, but it did. It nestled itself into his mind like an unwelcome guest. He wasn’t that desperate. He didn’t claw his way through SNU just to end up… doing that.

But, Gi-hun had said it paid generously.

He stared up at the ceiling, the thought refusing to let him go.

Would it really be so bad?

He didn’t want to entertain Gi-hun’s absurd suggestion. He really didn’t. But the idea had already planted itself in his head, stubborn and intrusive.

OnlyFans.

Sang-woo rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. Could it really be that simple?

His gaze shifted to his desk. The faint glow of his computer monitor caught his eye. He blinked, hesitant.

“It’s not like I’d show my face,” he muttered under his breath, as if justifying the intrusive thought to himself. “I wouldn’t use my real name. I wouldn’t even talk much.”

Before he realized it, his body was moving. He slid into the chair, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. The cursor blinked in the search bar, expectant.

“OnlyFans pay,” he typed hesitantly.

Click. Scroll.

“How much do you earn from webcam videos on average?”

Click. Scroll.

“How to sign up for an OnlyFans account?”

Click. Scroll.

Finally, his fingers typed the URL directly. OnlyFans.com.

The screen changed, illuminating his face in the dimly lit room. His heart raced as he navigated the sign-up process. A username, an email, a quick verification.

And then the words appeared on the screen:

“Welcome to OnlyFans!”

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Two weeks passed. Gi-hun hadn’t heard from Sang-woo since their last meeting. It was late, the kind of quiet that only came after the rest of the world had gone to sleep. He laid in bed, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. His eyes wandered to the clock in the top left corner.

2:35 a.m.

His thumb flicked past videos and thumbnails of the familiar website on autopilot. He sighed, scrolling faster. The content blurred together—until his thumb stopped.

A thumbnail caught his attention. A suited figure sat at a desk, the camera cutting off the person’s face. The video title was simple: “First vid.” The uploader’s username was equally unassuming: woosxng.

“Huh,” Gi-hun muttered, intrigued. The simplicity stood out among the neon-lit, high-production videos that dominated his feed. Something about the dimly lit room and the anonymity of the figure made him pause.

He clicked.

The video loaded, and Gi-hun’s eyes were glued to the screen. The man in the video adjusted his tie, his movements deliberate. His veined hands hovered over the front of his slacks, pressing down against the obvious strain. A muffled groan escaped his lips as he palmed himself, hips shifting slightly.

Gi-hun’s breath hitched. There was something strangely captivating about the scene. He was embarrassed to admit it, but that familiar fantasy crossed his mind. He imagined Sangwoo there.

It wasn’t entirely far-fetched, really. The suit, the deliberate movements, the quiet control—it all reminded him of his childhood friend.

The man in the video worked his belt open, sliding his boxers down just enough to free himself. His cock was heavy, flushed as it was leaking at the tip. Gi-hun swallowed hard, unable to tear his gaze away. He’d always thought people who paid for this kind of content were suckers, but this? This was different.

The man’s strokes were slow, teasing himself as his hips bucked slightly. Low groans filled the air, growing more desperate with each movement. Gi-hun felt heat pooling in his stomach, his own arousal growing impossible to ignore. The sound of the stranger’s groans pulled Gi-hun’s attention back to the screen. He couldn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to. It was like he was hypnotized. The stranger’s hand moved with deliberate precision, stroking his length with slow, teasing motions.

“Fffuck…” the man groaned, his voice strained. His hand ghosted along the underside of his cock, tracing a prominent vein. The sensation drew a whimper from his lips, high-pitched and unrestrained. First hearing the man’s voice had Gihun’s heart skipping a beat. Gi-hun’s breath quickened, shallow and uneven, as the fantasy took hold. He tried to fight it at first, growing heat pooling in his gut. But it was no use. His imagination betrayed him, painting a vivid image of Sang-woo in that chair, his face flushed, lips parted and eyes hazy with need. All for him.

Gi-hun felt his own arousal becoming unbearable, his boxers painfully tight as he watched. But it wasn’t just the visual—it was the sound. Those whimpers, soft and unrestrained, made Gi-hun’s pulse race. He didn’t even know it was possible for a man to whine like that. The stranger’s low groans melted into high-pitched cries, his desperation becoming more palpable with every passing second.

Without even realizing it, Gi-hun had freed himself from his boxers, his hand instinctively wrapping around his own length. He hissed softly at the contact, the sensation almost too much. His strokes matched the stranger’s pace, his eyes locked on the screen as if the man’s pleasure was somehow his own.

The stranger was driving Gi-hun to the brink, his every movement and sound sending shivers down Gi-hun’s spine. That tone—so drenched in vulnerability and surrender—had him clenching the sheets beneath him, his own arousal almost unbearable.

The camera’s angle, low and intimate, captured every detail in a way that left nothing to the imagination, and yet Gi-hun still felt like he needed more. His eyes zeroed in on the stranger’s throat, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed down a moan, his lips parting just enough to let out those desperate mewls. His thighs trembled, muscles straining with effort as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge.

Gi-hun couldn’t look away, couldn’t even think of anything else. The stranger’s hand moved faster now, his cock disappearing into his fist with each stroke, slick with precome. His hips bucked upward, as if chasing something just out of reach, his movements becoming wild and erratic.

And those sounds—God, those sounds. The deep, guttural moans from earlier had given way to something softer, higher, more desperate. The stranger’s voice cracked as he whimpered, his pleas spilling out in a breathless stream.

“Please, oh—fuck. Please, please”

He was moaning like a fucking girl, Gi-hun thought, and it turned him on harder than anything he’d ever seen or even imagined before. It was maddening—the way he begged to no one, his voice dripping with raw, unrestrained desperation. The contrast between his deep, guttural growls and the high-pitched, pleading cries sent Gi-hun’s mind reeling.

The stranger’s head fell back, exposing the column of his neck. His free hand gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, as his strokes grew faster and sloppier. Gi-hun felt like a voyeur, watching something private, something sacred. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop. His heart pounded in his chest, his own arousal building to an unbearable peak as he matched the stranger’s intensity in his mind.

Gi-hun’s breath hitched, his body tense as he imagined that voice, those cries, coming from someone else entirely—someone he knew all too well. The thought made his stomach twist with guilt, but it only heightened the ache deep within him.

Gi-hun was left staring, his own breathing ragged, his chest rising and falling in time with the stranger’s. He felt like his skin was on fire, the rush of pleasure giving way to a lingering sense of shame. But even as the guilt crept in, he couldn’t deny the impact this stranger—this anonymous, faceless man—had on him.

Or, more accurately, the way his mind had twisted that man into someone else entirely.

The stranger’s strokes grew sloppier, more frantic, his hips jerking wildly against his hand. He whimpered, almost sobbed, the sound raw and unfiltered. Gi-hun felt lightheaded, the room spinning as his own hand worked faster, chasing the edge that teased just out of reach.

“Gonna… gonna—” the stranger cried out, his voice breaking as his body stiffened.

The screen showed him arching, his head hitting the back of his chair with a soft thump as he came, thick ropes spilling over his hand. The intensity of his release was almost palpable, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he slowly relaxed back into the chair, utterly spent.

Gi-hun’s body tensed, his own climax hitting him hard as he finally gave in to the fantasy. His mind painted the image of Sang-woo crying out, his face flushed and beautiful, his glasses slipping down his nose as he lost himself completely.

He was so fucked the next time he’d see Sang-woo.

[thelewdpokemanik]

Makoto, how often do you think that Hajime will buy the excuse that Chiaki left some videos shared on her discord whenever he hears you fucking her through an online call?

“As long as he wants to continue pretending Chiaki’s his girlfriend, he’ll buy it every time.” Makoto said, shrugging somewhat nonchalantly. “Honestly, I don’t have anything against him- Chiaki’s the one who insists on doing this.” He said, his free hand eagerly groping her fat tits.

Chiaki nodded shakily, her face flushed and panting. “Y-Yeah~ It’s like- a stealth game~” She says, only to moan throatily as Makoto’s fingers close around her nipple viciously.

“Ch-Chiaki?” Hajime’s tinny voice sounded through the computer. “Is everything alright?”

“Y-Yeah~” Chiaki slurred, licking her lips. “Everything’s fine- just stretching a bit. Why, did you hear something weird?” She asked, and Hajime laughed awkwardly.

“N-No, no, just- Anyway, uh, can’t we do a video call?” He asked, and Chiaki whimpered as Makoto moved her body, bending her over her desk and leaving her tits pancaked against the wooden surface and her ass jutting out behind her.

“N-No~ Sorry, Hajime-kun, but my webcam still doesn’t work~” She mewled as Makoto flipped up her skirt and puled down her panties. “I need to get it fixed soon so you can see me~”

Makoto didn’t know if Chiaki actually planned to do anything about her ‘broken webcam’, but honestly, he didn’t care. He had much more important things to worry about.

“I- I guess it can’t be helped then…” Hajima said, and Makoto couldn’t wait another instant before slamming hsi cock into Chiaki’s drooling cunt. The gamer moaned loudly at that, accompanied by the clapping of hips meeting ass flesh, maknig an incredibly lewd harmony that filled the room for a moment.

“Ch-Chiaki!?” Hajime asked, sounding surprised, before almost audibly sagging. “Did you forget one of your v-videos again? I’m hearing, strange sounds…” He said despondent, and Chiaki swallowed a moan to speak into the microphone.

“I dunno~ Maybe? Who knows I have so many tabs open at any moment- any one of them could be making ‘strange noises’.” She lied blatantly, only to moan again as Makoto’s hand fell on her ass with a crash.

For a moment, Hajime was silent, until Chiaki prompted him to talk about his day, which was the last time she would speak to him for a while, because Makoto pulled the girl back up for a sloppy making out session while the cuck spoke and no one listened.

Makoto didn’t know what was wrong with Chiaki and Hajime’s relationship, but goddamn, he didn’t care as long as he got to fuck Chiaki when she was like this. The normally despondent and almost lazy gamer turned into an animal when her boyfriend was listening, and honestly, if it wasn’t Makoto, it would be whoever walked past her door next.

And there was no way Makoto was letting anyone else have dibs on such a prime piece of fuckmeat~

[sebstanaddict]

The Prettiest Girl

Sebastian Stan x Reader One Shot

Summary: When you interview Sebastian Stan but all he wants is to flirt with you 🤭

A/N : I've been wanting to write this for a while. It's just a little something I wrote for fun. Hope it brings a smile to your face 😊

Warning : just pure fluff and maybe A Different Man spoiler although the movie isn't even out yet, so 😆

Word count: 2.9k

My other one shots >

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Soho, New York - November 11th 2023 - 3.50 pm

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Millions of soft icy particles fell from the heavens down to the earth on that fateful Saturday afternoon in Soho, New York. They covered everything from trees, buildings, pavements and the top of people's heads. Some had stuck on one particular window of an apartment and created beautiful patterns.

Y/n looked out the window and smiled. It had been snowing all day and it didn't look like it was going to stop soon. Everything looked white and the atmosphere felt serene and beautiful. Despite the cold she had always loved looking at snow and playing with them. She couldn’t wait to go out and make some snow men at the nearest park once the snow had stopped falling. But now she had a job to do.

She sat at her working corner in her bedroom and turned the laptop on. Moments later she opened the zoom application and started setting up her webcam so it showed her clearly with one of the walls in her bedroom as the background. She tidied her hair a little and fixed her white buttoned up blouse so that she looked presentable. Satisfied with how she looked, she entered the empty virtual room in the zoom application.

Her heart rate started to rise as she looked at her laptop screen. As a senior editor at one of the world’s top entertainment media, she was used to interviewing many celebrities. But that afternoon she was scheduled to interview the Hollywood A List actor and Marvel star Sebastian Stan, someone whom she had been in love with for quite some time. Despite having worked at the entertainment media for ten years, it was the first time she got the chance to interview Sebastian and she couldn’t help but feel very nervous about it.

She picked up the paper which had a list of questions she was going to ask him as well as some facts about his upcoming movie. Yes, one of the reasons for the interview was for him to promote the new movie. She had seen the movie and it was quite an interesting movie. She couldn’t wait to hear from him more about it.

She was re-reading the third question when the screen in front of her flickered and Sebastian’s face was shown on the screen.

“Hello!” Sebastian smiled wide and greeted her, making butterflies fly around in her stomach. How could someone look so gorgeous? She pondered as she stared at the screen and admired his beautiful face. Sebastian had let his hair grow but not that much. It was short but fluffy at the top. He had a very light layer of stubble like he just shaved yesterday. But of course it was his ocean blue eyes that mesmerized her the most.

“Hello Y/n.. earth to Y/n. Can you see me? Can you hear me?” Sebastian asked and she blinked several times, finally snapping out of being drowned in his gorgeous eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I can see you. I can hear you. Sorry.” She blushed as he smiled again at her.

“Oh okay, that’s good. I'm sorry but I'm currently traveling and I'm stuck in traffic right now. So if I get disconnected or something it's ‘cause I'm on the road.” He said as he turned his camera around making her see that he was in a car.

“Oh okay. You know if it's a bad time, we can do this later.” She suggested.

“Oh no, it's okay. I mean as long as it's not two hours long. You know.” He chuckled.

“Oh of course not. Depending on your answers this could take half an hour to an hour at most.” She replied.

“Alright. I'll try to keep my answers short.” He said.

“Well, if you need to elaborate please feel free to do that.”

“Yeah.. yeah.. of course.” He smiled and for a second she could see like he was really seeing her for the first time.

“You look great by the way.” He winked and she felt like her heart leapt out of her chest.

“Uh.. thank you.You look great yourself.” She blushed yet again that she was sure she looked as red as a tomato.

“Oh, thank you.. “ He smiled shyly and she could see that he was blushing too. She loved how he could sometimes be uncomfortable when people compliment him. It was so endearing to her.

“Anyway, how are you? How is Atlanta?” she asked. As it happened, Sebastian was in Atlanta to shoot the next Marvel movie.

“I’m good, thanks. Atlanta is, well, it’s been cold but not that cold. We’ve been shooting indoors a lot with wires and stuff. It’s been hard and exhausting. But, you know, I shouldn’t complain. I really shouldn’t. It’s been great fun.” He replied.

“Can you tell me if Anthony is there?” she asked with a small smile on her lips.

“You know I can’t tell you that. I signed an NDA! I can’t.” He chuckled.

“But.. maybe off the record I can tell you. Later on.” He winked again and she felt butterflies yet again. She couldn’t believe how flirty he was to her.

“Okay, anyway, are you ready?” She asked.

“Yes, of course. Go on.” He smiled and she felt butterflies again in her stomach. Maybe this was a bad idea. She thought as she tried to compose herself.

“Good afternoon, Sebastian.” She finally greeted him after hitting the record button and smiled at him.

“Good afternoon!” He answered, smiling wide at her.

“Thank you for doing this for us and giving your time amidst your busy shooting schedule.” She said.

“Oh no, thank you for allowing me to do this.” He said and she nodded.

“So, Sebastian, you have a new movie releasing soon called A Different Man, directed by Aaron Schimberg starring yourself, the Norwegian break out actress Renate Reinsve and the British actor Adam Pearson.” She said and this time he nodded.

“I had the privilege to see it yesterday thanks to you and the director Aaron, and I must say that it is a very interesting and out of the box movie. Could you tell me how you got involved with it?” She asked.

“Oh yeah. My agent sent me the script and I think it was such an interesting script. I mean, it’s very rare to see movies with this subject matter. The director Aaron had done another movie before this called Chained For Life that had a similar subject matter. In that movie he also cast Adam. And I watched the movie and I fell in love with it. The way Aaron told the story was very unique. I haven’t seen anything like it in a long while. And yeah, I thought that the movie was something that I would love to be involved in.”

“Aside from being the main actor, you are also a producer in this movie. Is that correct?”

“Yeah I am. It’s the first movie I ever produced.”

“What made you decide to be involved not just as an actor? But also as a producer?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about producing for a while but never got anything I was excited about until this one came. Aaron needed some help and seeing his talent and his previous work I decided to jump into it and help him out.”

“I see. So, in this movie, you play someone with neurofibromatosis, and you had to change your face completely. How did it feel to be under all those prosthetics and looking in the mirror and saw a completely different version of you?”

“It felt surreal of course. It took a long long time to get the prosthetics on correctly the first time. I think it took almost a whole day. But then they figured it out and the next day I basically just had to put on like a mask and then they added some more stuff on my face to blend it in.”

“Oh, that’s really interesting. I’m sure it helped a lot in your performance looking completely different.”

“Yeah, yeah. It helped a lot in that I just needed to look in the mirror and just like that I felt like a completely different person.” He said as he snapped his fingers.

“And it showed. Being someone who have seen your work a lot over the years, I must say you have done the best job of your career.”

“Oh my gosh. That’s.. really?” He asked, his face reddened and he put one hand on the side of his face.

“Yeah. Really. It was your best work in my opinion and I wouldn’t be surprised if you get an Oscar nomination for it. I really wouldn’t.” She smiled.

“That’s.. wow.. it means a lot, coming from you. Really.” He smiled and she couldn’t help but blush again. She couldn't believe he would say something like that.

“Umm.. yeah. Anyway, could you tell me how Adam and Renate got involved?” She asked, deciding to ignore what he said. She was just going to cut that part out and pretended he never said it.

“Oh yeah, with Adam it was a no brainer really. Aaron had cast him even before I got involved. Adam was actually involved waaay before I did. As for Renate. I had seen her movie The Worst Person In The World and I loved her performance in it. It was so real and raw. I knew when I read the script I wanted someone like her to play Ingrid. So I suggested her to Aaron and he agreed and I sought her out and well, the rest is history.”

“I can see why you wanted her to play Ingrid.”

“Yeah, she possesses this instinct as an actor that I haven't seen in a while. It was really a pleasure to work with someone who can keep up with you and even challenge you in their own way. You know. It was very rewarding as an actor to be able to work with someone like her. She was really something else. Kind of like you.” He winked.

“Excuse me?” She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

“Yeah.. I'm sorry but.. umm.. I really have to say this. I have never seen any girl looking as pretty as you are, especially when you blush. You’re quite literally the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He said and her heart seemed to leap out of her chest as she heard him. Once again she couldn’t believe how flirty he was to her!

“Oh stop it, Sebastian. I will definitely edit this out.” She chuckled as her face continued to redden.

“Oh no, don’t. I want people to see that.” he teased again.

“But that has nothing to do with the interview so I will definitely edit it out.” she insisted.

“Fine, I’m just gonna repeat it along the way, on the record and off the record, later on.” he winked and she just shook her head.

“Okay, back to the topic of your movie.”

“You’re so serious. I like that about you.” He teased her again and she felt herself blush yet again.

“There it is.. the blush. I love it.” He chuckled.

“Sebastian, please.”

“Please what, Y/n?” he asked as his voice suddenly changed to be huskier, as much as she didn’t believe it.

“Please stop flirting with me. I’m trying to do my job.” she protested.

“I'm sorry. I'm being really unprofessional aren't I?” He sighed and she nodded.

“Okay, I'm sorry. I'll try to be more professional as long as you promise me something.”

“Okay.. promise you what?”

“That you'll go out with me.”

Her heart seemed to stop as she heard him. This couldn't be happening, she thought in disbelief.

“You're in Atlanta and I'm in New York. How are we going to do it?” She asked, suddenly feeling courageous enough to tease him back about it because she was certain he was just joking with her for whatever reason.

“You know I go back to New York every weekend. So, we can go this weekend!” He said excitedly.

“Okay. Sure. I need to ask my husband's permission first though.” She said as an idea popped into her head and his eyes widened.

“Your husband's permission? I should have known someone as gorgeous as you is already taken. I'm too late aren't I?” He said dejectedly and she couldn't help but chuckle. He looked so cute pouting like that.

“Well.. yeah. You are too late. I'm sorry. But, he's quite an open minded person so maybe I can ask him.“ she said teasingly.

“Oh good! Where is your husband? Let me ask him myself.” He challenged.

“Wait here.” She chuckled and she stood up. She went to her bed and picked up a life size human shaped pillow with Sebastian's face on it then brought it back to her working desk.

“There he is. Sebastian say hello to pillow!Sebastian.” She said, showing the pillow to the webcam and the real Sebastian on the screen threw his head back and laughed.

“Oh my God! Hello pillow!Sebastian! I would like to ask for your permission to ask your beautiful wife out, please. I can't stand looking at her being so pretty like that. I must have her. Please. Could you do me a favor and divorce her?” He asked and she laughed.

“He said over his dead body.” She replied after her laughter subsided and he pouted again, making her laugh again.

“Hey pillow!Sebastian, I literally bought you for her and now you have the audacity to steal her from me?! Unbelievable!” He protested.

“He's sorry but he said he loves me and he can't divorce me.” She teased him again and he pouted yet again.

“Sweetheart, listen to me. I can’t do this and sit here miles away from you when you look so amazingly beautiful like that just teasing me with your pretty face. You have no idea what I'm imagining right now.” He said, gazing at her with eyes full of love and dare she said it, lust.

“Oh, what are you imagining?” she asked. Despite knowing this was very unprofessional of him, she couldn't help but be curious about it.

“I'm imagining being there with you and placing my hands on the sides of your face and just.. kiss that pretty lips of yours.” he said slowly, his voice low and husky.

She shivered as she listened to him and felt butterflies again in her stomach.

“I miss you, sweetheart.” He continued, staring at her with longing and she smiled.

“I miss you too, Iubirea mea.” she replied, making him smile.

“There it is. I love when you call me that.” He smiled.

“I love calling you that too.” She smiled.

“So, go out with me this weekend?” He asked and she of course couldn't answer with anything else.

“Sure. I'd love to go out with you, my darling husband.” She winked and he laughed.

“Glad to hear that my lovely wife.” he replied making her smile.

Just then his camera shook and he turned to the side.

“Oh, great! We're here!” He said excitedly.

“Sorry, I have to go, sweetheart.” He turned to her.

“Oh okay. Yeah. I'll talk to you later?” She asked.

“Wait.” He said as the camera continued to shake. She could hear the sound of a car door opening and closing and then the camera turned to show the sky as Sebastian continued to move.

“Seb? Sebastian?” She called out.

It seemed he didn't hear her as his phone's camera continued to shoot at the sky and then it showed a ceiling as Sebastian seemed to be entering a building. She studied the ceiling and thought that it looked familiar. Then it seemed like he was entering an elevator. A familiar ding could be heard as the elevator stopped and Sebastian got out of it. She continued to watch with a smile on her face as Sebastian seemed to be walking. Then he stopped and turned his phone's camera back on his face.

“Sweetheart. There's a surprise for you at the door.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes.

She laughed and immediately ran out of her room and towards the front door. She opened it wide and there he was, Sebastian Stan, staring at her like he saw the sun for the first time.

“Hi.” He smiled as he switched his cellphone off and put it in his pocket.

“Hi.” She smiled back, her heart beating so fast in her chest.

“I was right.” He said as he walked slowly closer to her.

“About what?” She asked, feeling like she was going to faint seeing him so close to her.

“You are.. literally.. the prettiest girl.. I've ever seen.” He smiled as he gently placed both hands on the sides of her face and gazed at her with longing.

“Oh shut up and just kiss me.” She said and he laughed.

And with that he pulled her closer to him and gently kissed her lips, causing fireworks to explode in her chest. She pulled him into her apartment and closed the door behind him as her plans obviously changed that afternoon. Interviews can wait. Snow men can wait. At that moment all she wanted was to be with him. Sebastian Stan. The love of her life.

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 51)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Triggers, Smut

With the wedding coming up, Cillian and you made even more of an effort to remain on good terms than you ever did before. While he was away, filming the Peaky Blinders Movie, you video called him so that Mara could see her daddy every day.

Every day, before she went to bed, you allowed Cillian to read her a story over the webcam, whenever he was able to.

It was a small gesture that meant a lot to Mara, and it helped her and Cillian to maintain a connection despite the distance.

Your therapist welcomed the positive communication and reminded you that you were doing an implacable job by keeping him involved even despite his busy schedule. 

During that time, you also noticed a slight change in Cillian's behavior. He seemed more relaxed, more at ease with himself, and with you. 

"So, what's the plan for Mara's birthday next week?" he asked one evening when he skyped in from London.

"I was thinking a party actually. She has been at daycare twice a week and made some friends. I was going to invite them and their parents. My mum, Siobhan and Emma are coming too, and I think even your mum is driving down from Cork. I also invited two friends from my mother's group," you said, filled with enthusiasm for Mara's big day.

Cillian chuckled, his eyes filled with warmth. "Sounds like you got everything planned out," he said, sounding genuinely pleased. 

"You know it would be nice for Mara if you could come,"  you added, hoping that he might be able to make the trip.

"I would love to," he said, "but you know I can't leave the set, Y/N. I have a busy schedule filming and I'm just hoping that things will ease up a bit in the next couple of weeks," Cillian said with sadness in his voice. 

You couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, but you knew that filming was important for Cillian's career.

"I know, but what I am saying is that you are more than welcome to come if you wanted to," you repeated, looking him straight in the eyes through the camera.

"And I appreciate that, really," he nodded, taking a deep breath. "But I still need to wrap up this movie." 

"I understand," you said softly, biting your bottom lip. "And, you know, you can always celebrate with her when you come back by taking her to the zoo or something. She probably won't remember the party anyway, but she will also remember the zoo," you chuckled, seeing how it was Mara's favorite place to go these days. 

"You are probably right you know," Cillian conceded, his expression softening even further. "Now, did you call the carpenter to fix up the shelving in the living room? I told him that you would call and to invoice for it. You might need that done before the party," he continued, seeing how one of the built in shelves had collapsed after you tried to carry out some DYI work on it. 

"No, he can't do it until the week after next, but Sean offered to fix it for me before the party which is nice,"  you informed him, noticing how Cillian's expression changed for a second.

"Sean, huh?" Cillian chuckled; his expression unreadable but you could hear a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Don't start, Cillian! Don't fucking start!" you shot back with irk, already feeling the familiar burn in the pit of your stomach.

"I didn't even say anything," Cillian smirked, his eyes glimmering as he studied your reaction.

"Then why are you acting the way you are when I bring up his name?" you asked, rolling your shoulders back, trying to release some tension in your body.

"I'm not. It's none of my business who you spend your time with so long as you keep Mara out of it," Cillian growled, scratching the back of his neck impatiently.

"You know what, I was actually thinking about inviting him to the party, as a friend of course and only if you would allow it. Because he has been a big help those last few days, running errands for me for her party while I was sitting my exams and he asked me whether he could come," you told Cillian nonchalantly, secretly enjoying his reaction.

"Oh, did he now?" Cillian said with a sigh as he adjusted the display setting. "So, you two are getting more serious then?" he enquired  without looking at you.

You could tell he was slightly irritated, he clearly didn't want to give you the satisfaction of seeing it on his face.

"Well, we are still taking things slow and we not being too serious about it. We agreed on no labels, but I still only consider him as a friend, with benefits,"  you replied, being brutally honest while watching Cillian's reactions closely.

"So poor Sean is still in the friend zone then, eh?"  Cillian quipped, the corner of his mouth curling into a slight smirk before he quickly hid it.

You noticed it, and it stung a little, but you tried not to let it get to you.

"Yes," you confirmed, doing your best to maintain a neutral expression. "He has been very supportive and helpful lately and I like having him around, but there is no pressure between us. We are both free to see other people. That's the way it is for now."

Cillian nodded, turning his gaze back to the camera. "Fair enough and thank you for clarifying your relationship status for me. I just hope he knows that too, because I am not the one who needs convincing Y/N," Cillian said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Whatever Cillian. Can you just give me an answer?"  you asked, your patience wearing thin.

Cillian's smirk faded, to be replaced by a look of annoyance. "What do you want me to say, Y/N? I don't want Sean around my daughter," he said firmly.

You let out a frustrated sigh. "Why not? He is a decent person and Mara won't even know who he is. There are other people there who are no more than friends either and there most certainly won't be any public display of affection," you argued , trying to reason with him.

Cillian sighed deeply, knowing that he couldn't win this argument. "Fine. He can come, but only if you make sure that nothing happens between the two of you that Mara might see, at least not until you are serious about him which, it clearly seems, will never happen," he relented , eliminating any obvious doubts in your mind.

***

Your mind began working overtime to decide a strategic approach to the situation. On one hand, you were glad that Cillian was allowing Sean to attend the party, but on the other hand, the caveat gave you a sense of unease. 

You explained the situation to Sean on your next date when your mother was looking after Mara and, much to your surprise, he was very understanding about it.

"My parents separated when I was twelve Y/N. I get it, so don't worry, okay? I don't even have to come. I can help you set up and then leave before Mara and your mum arrive," Sean suggested, trying to make things as easy as possible for both of you.

"I really appreciate that Sean, but I don't want you to feel like you have to leave on my account, especially since you have been helping me so much those last few days," you  told him sincerely.

"And I like helping you Y/N, because I know that being a single mum can be hard. Your ex hasn't really been making an effort to be here for Mara lately, so if I can do anything to help, I will," Sean replied with conviction.

"Cillian is away filming. That's his job Sean," you explained wearily, wondering if he had brought this up to upset you or validate his actions. 

"I know, but he should really make an effort to be there for his daughter's first birthday, don't you think?"  Sean queried, a hint of frustration coloring his voice.

"Maybe, but it's not my place to say or judge what he does, because he is still looking after us both," you responded, attempting to defuse the tension that had suddenly risen between you. "So, lets change the topic shall we?" you suggested, trying to keep the mood light and pleasant. 

"I am sorry Y/N. You are right," Sean sighed, taking a deep breath before giving you a gentle kiss.

***

Later that day, after you picked up Mara and Sean went his separate way to catch up with some of his friends, he couldn't help but feel slightly let down by the conversation he had with you about the upcoming birthday party and confided in a friend about it.

"Dude, you're acting like you are in some kind of relationship with this chick," his friend Mark joked, taking a swig of his beer. "You told me that you two agreed to be friends with benefits. You don't owe her anything other than your time while you are hooking up and she doesn't owe you anything either! So why do you even want to go to that kid's birthday party?"

Sean sighed, shaking his head as he stared out the bar window at the busy cobblestone street outside.

"Because I want to make an effort for her daughter and make her see that I could actually be right for her, you know?" Sean replied, finally giving voice to his true feelings. "It's just that she is so damn stubborn most of the time, and I know that she still has feelings for her ex, which I can't really compete with."

Mark chuckled, slapping Sean on the back. "Well, he is Thomas Fucking Shelby, man," he laughed, burying the rest of his beer in one swift gulp. 

"You are not helping Mark!" Sean rolled his eyes at his friend's remark. "I am trying here, you know?"  Sean said, sighing again, exasperated.

"I know, and Y/N is a lucky woman to have you," Mark smiled, clinking his empty bottle against Sean's before signaling for another round. "But dude, you need to just relax and stop worrying about her ex. If she wants to be with you, she will. It's that simple."

"She said she just wants to be friends and I don't even want her to meet you guys because I am worried that I will look like a fool when she decides to go back to  her ex," Sean sighed, sitting down on the couch in his apartment, feeling frustrated. "I mean, how am I seriously going to compete with someone like him, a famous fucking Hollywood actor?" Sean mumbled to himself as he paced around his apartment. 

"You may not be able to, but she may also just play hard to get, which is what a lot of women seem to do these days," Mark reminded him thoughtfully as he watched Sean struggle with his thoughts. "Maybe you should focus on being the best version of yourself for your sake and not for hers, and then she will soon see if you are right for her or not," Mark added with a raised eyebrow. "Or you could find something that makes her ex look really bad. He is famous enough, so surely, with the right help, you can dig up some dirt," Mark suggested with a sly grin and Sean's brow furrowed as he contemplated Mark's words, his mind racing with ideas of how he could ruin Cillian for you, once and for all. 

"Maybe I should try, yeah, but I don't want to fight dirty. Despite, I don't even know him or anyone who hangs out with him other than Y/N herself," he said, his morals preventing him from considering such a devious course of action.

"Well, let me help you then," Mark offered, pulling out his phone and conducting a quick online search. "I work for the Irish Times after all," his friend smirked,  focusing on the task at hand. 

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[yenqa]

ADVANTAGES

in which…

on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?

warnings : haters ❌, y/n is a roblox player

wc : 1028

green hair

“Hi, chat!” You wave to the camera, watching as viewers flow in. You prop your legs up, hugging your knees as you try to read the overflowing chat.

strawberrylimesoda : HII Y/NNN

popcornpops : WE MISSED YOUU

Laughing at the sweet comment, answering “Chat, I streamed two days ago, remember?”

Messages flow in as you try to keep up with the fast paced comments. Though you can barely comprehend them quick enough to answer one, your eye catches on one.

Bluebirdfly : IS JAY WITH YOU?

Your smile falters slightly, ignoring the comment with an awkward chuckle, “Anyways, how are you guys?”

stellaverse : IM GOODD HOW ARE YOU??? I LOVE YOUR HAIRR

“Thank you, Stella! I styled it better today for some reason.” Brushing your hands between your front strands, you fix the hairs that are sticking out. Your eyes catch on the viewer count deciding to actually start the stream. Clapping, you welcome everybody in.

“Welcome to my stream everyone!” A smile grows on your face, ready for the reaction of your chat.

You pause to build suspense, then soon continuing “Today we have a special guest joining us!” Using your desk as a drum, you point to the camera, letting your guest know to say something. Jay’s low tone fill your headphones. “Hi, chat.”

The comments spiral, reading some, “Guys stop—Hyeju’s not my only friend, everyone please welcome Jay!”

You could hear the grin Jay has on his face, saying “Don’t get too excited Y/n.”

Rolling your eyes, you snap back “Wasn’t planning on it.”

Folding in your lips you can hear Jay barely holding his laugh in, letting out a snicker. You both burst into laughter, you hit the chair slightly, laughing at your antics.

Letting your giggles die down, you open the game you’re going to play, reading the recognizable “ROBLOX” loading screen. Spotting a green dot next to Jay’s username you click on his profile automatically joining him.

Switching tabs so the stream can see your joining screen, you watch as the chat laughs at the game choice.

Jay’s voice fills your ears again, a slight rasp to it, “She chose the game, guys. Not me.”

Your jaw drops, retorting, “Nothing wrong with Royale high, it’s the best dress up game on the planet.” Your eyes meet the familiar castle, walking up to the fountain you’re met with Jay’s avatar. Though clearly not decorated at all since he made the account, you can’t help but laugh at his skin.

“Hey wait—you have to go through the intro to get here, have you played this game before, Jay?” You accuse.

His avatar turns away from you, “No comment.” He replies.

ilovegreenbeans : JAY PLAYS ROYALE HIGH ON THE DAILY I BET

Giggling, you read the comment so Jay can respond, “Someone said that you play Royale high on the daily, is that true?” You tilt your head slightly, awaiting his remark back.

“Hey! I do not play Royale High a lot. I joined yesterday so I could get through the intro—It was for the good of the stream!”

You skeptically nod, letting out an “Uh-huh” before showing Jay how to decorate his avatar and how to get special hair colors. It’s much harder to help him when you’re not next to him, but this would work for now.

“Jay if you want the cool hair colors you have to buy the gamepass!” You nag him.

He sighs, “Y/n I am not spending money on this game, no matter how little.”

“I know you want that bright green hair, it would look so awesome on your avatar! Jay please—for the stream. Chat, help me convince him! Spam “Jay buy the gamepass!”

Comments flood in, all chanting the same four words over and over again. Pointing to the chat right next to your webcam you exclaim, “See the chat agrees too!”

lilaclavender : JAY FOR THE STREAM BUY THE GAMEPASS

Bluebirdfly : JAY BUY THE GAMEPASS 🙏

strawberrylimesoda : WE NEED GREEN HAIR JAY

“That’s because you told them to—whatever I give up, give me a second to buy it.” His audibly exhale is covered by your cheers, clapping your hands together as you excitedly tell chat that it worked.

user18127983 : AWW HES SO WHIPPED FOR HER

popcornpops : need a man who cant say no to me like jay cant say no to y/n

You want to smile at the comments, but you’re unsure whether or not to prove those to be false. Instead you let it go, deciding that it wasn’t worth replying. A minute or two passes by, you’re entertaining your viewers when you spot Jay’s bright green hair from the corner of your eye. You squeal, commenting, “Jay it looks so good! Aren’t you glad you decided to buy the gamepass?”

He lets out his nth sigh of the stream, and you take that answer as a “yes”.

☆

Two hours later you say goodbye to your viewers, ending a stream with a relieved sigh, finally leaning back into your chair.

“Tired?” He asks, before you can answer, you let a yawn out, eyes watery.

He laughs, urging you to go get ready for bed. You drowsily get up, basically stomping to the bathroom with your heaved footsteps. You brush your teeth and do your skincare before walking back to your desk, you see Jay’s webcam, waiting for you on his phone.

“Did you get ready for bed before the stream?” You ask, positioning your headphones to a comfortable position. His head shoots up, a soft smile grows when he sees your bare face.

“If I start the stream after like 9:00 I always do, so after I could crash. But today I’m not that tired for some reason.”

You hum, nodding as best as you can. He spots how your head falls every few seconds, and how your eyes drop “Hey—Y/n you can go to sleep, it’s okay.”

He doesn’t get a response from you, but he doesn’t mind. In fact he finds it kind of cute how you are when you’re sleepy. He lets out a soft “Sweet dreams” before finding a comfortable spot on his chair and drifting off to sleep.

☆

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[daughter-heir]

this HAS to be one of my worst weeks on record:

1. Laptop broke 1.5 hrs into my wfh day on Monday when I wiped my webcam with my sleeve before a zoom meeting to clear a smudge

2. Found out I made a horrible mistake at work that could have screwed a client out of $14,000 (this was fixed thank god but not before I freaked the fuck out and had anxiety attacks for 2 days)

3. *waves at state of the US republic*

4. Just pulled something in my back after simply reaching and now have debilitating lower back pain

[foone]

During a work meeting today I switched my webcam off and set it to OBS virtual camera, pointed at DOSBox.

It was like "Okay, that sounds good Dave. Foone, what's your update?"

"Yeah I was working on foobar and I fixed the barbaz and made all the qux's quuxier. It'll be done by monday."

"Okay cool. Do you know you're a DOS game?"

"Yeah. That's on purpose"

"Okay! Alright: Samantha, what's your update?"