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darkeralmond · 9 months

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cam cameron and the readers first time?

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First Time

Cam Cameron x fem! Reader

synopsis: after your date with cam, things escalate when he decides to stay with you at your house

warnings: 18+, smut, first time sex, fingering

word count: 1.3k

a/n: I LOVE CAM SO MUCH!! i’m gonna need AE to come out with team cam shirts ASAP!! also spoiler alert for season 2 episode 4 BUT HAVE U SEEN JEREMIAH AND BELLY OH MY GOD THE HAND HOLDING CAUSED ME TO SCREAMMMM. TEAM JEREMIAH!! mark smut coming out soon!! (i hope)

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“I can’t believe you beat me in ski ball,” you giggled as you looked over at Cam. “I’m like the reigning champion.”

He shrugged. “Turns out working at an arcade does come in hand sometimes.” You cracked a smile before letting out a snicker.

You were a debutante last year which is where you met Cameron. Both your guys' moms worked at the country club that hosted the ball. You would run into him often because of this. After a while, you developed a little crush on him and had asked him to be your escort since you didn’t have one.

It wasn’t until this year you actually decided to pursue something with him. You finally asked him out on a date and he picked the location, which was the arcade he worked at since he got a discount.

Cam had just dropped you off at your house and refused to let you walk up to your front door alone. He was truly a gentleman who was adorable and he knew it.

You grabbed your key out of your pocket and unlocked the door. “Can I come in and say hi to your mom?” he asked, peeking his head through the open door.

You giggled and looked back at him again. “No, my parents aren’t home.”

“Oh.” He then looked down at his phone, presumably checking the time before tucking it back into his pocket. “You sure you don’t want to come back to my house? I don’t want you to be here alone.”

You shook your head. “No, my dad wouldn’t like me going over to a boy’s house at night.” He nodded his head and flashed a quick smile, agreeing with you. “But you can stay here and keep me company!”

You didn’t even think twice about the offer, you just said it. His eyebrows raised slightly as his cheeks dusted a red tint. “Okay,” he gushed.

You let him into the house before shutting the door behind you two and locking the door. You watched as he admired the interior of the house, his mouth slightly hung open. “What?” you laughed.

“Nothing!” he said as he looked back at you. “Your house just looks like a beach house.”

“Well it is on the beach.” This won a chuckle out of him as he continued looking around. “You want a tour?” you asked as you walked up to him.

“Sure!” he answered as he nodded his head.

You grabbed his hand and led him around the entire downstairs. According to him, his favorite room was the living room due to the fireplace. You then led him upstairs and showed him every other room before leading him to your own room.

You opened the door and led him in. “Here’s my room. Sorry, it’s a little messy.” There was a t-shirt and a pair of socks lying on your unmade bed. You quickly took those off and threw them in your laundry basket.

At least your room smelled good because of the essential oils you had just purchased. “I like the vines on the wall,” he commented as he pointed at them.

You giggled, “Put them up myself.” You then plopped down on the bed and looked at him as he took in every corner of your room. “You wanna watch something? I can pull something up on my Mac.”

He nodded his head and sat down on the bed next to you.

…

You weren’t sure how it happened, but one thing led to another and now you were on top of him making out. You pulled away and looked down at him as his chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths.

“Have you done this before?” he asked. His eyes reminded you of a puppy. There was so much innocence in them and his lashes gave his eyes a more doe look.

You were tempted to lie and said you had, but staring into his eyes just poured the truth out of you. “Uh… no,” you answered. “Have you?”

“Nuh uh,” he said. You licked your lips and looked off to the side. “Do you… uh… want to?”

You looked back at him and hesitantly nodded your head. You could hear the beating of your heart in your ear, the silence between you two was deafening.

“Okay,” he breathed out. His hand met the side of your face before tucking loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

He smiled at you and gently leaned forward to capture your lips in his once more. You sighed against his lips, his touch sending chills down your spine.

Your hands slid up his shirt causing a groan to escape from his lips. He kissed you harder and deeper this time. You could feel his tongue poking at your bottom lip, hoping to meet yours. You let him do so, his tongue danced with his.

You felt his hands run up your shirt, his hands felt cold against your heated skin. It made you shiver a bit but you enjoyed every second of it.

You pulled away again and let him take off your shirt. He stared at your topless body, drooling over your figure.

You gasped softly, your breath hitching when his fingers brushed across your breasts. Your hips jolted as your nipples hardened beneath your bra.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

He noticed your reaction and stopped what he was doing. “Is this okay?” he asked. You nodded your head, leading him to cup your breasts again.

Him touching you felt nice, but you wanted to do more than that. You were just too nervous to ask. You didn’t want to obviously have full on sex, but you at least wanted him to do more.

Your face must’ve given that away because he asked, “What do you want me to do?”

“Uh,” you thought about it for a minute. “Can you… uh…” Your face turned bright red as embarrassment washed over you. “Finger me?”

His cheeks flushed crimson and his eyes widened. He pulled his finger away as he nodded. “Yeah,” he answered. You hopped off of him and laid down on the bed next to him.

His gaze softened and you gave him an encouraging grin. He swallowed hard before he slid his hand down your shorts.

Your breaths hitched as your eyes fluttered close. His fingers moved in a circular motion around your clit. You opened your eyes as you held back any sounds that may escape your lips.

He pulled you back into a kiss, it tasted like vanilla ice cream and mint toothpaste. He moved a little faster, rubbing your clit with his ring and middle fingers until you let a moan slip in his mouth.

He then inserted his fingers inside you, your wetness made it easier for him. Your back arched as you let out a louder moan.

His kisses became more frantic, almost desperate. Every time he moved his fingers or thrust into your depths you would squirm. A small whine left your mouth as your hips bucked upwards.

You finally pulled away since you needed to catch your breath. His fingers sent a wave of pleasure through you. “Cam,” you whimpered. His wet fingers pulled out of you and continued to massage your clit until you finally came undone.

Your whole body felt drowsy but still buzzing with excitement. When your orgasm had passed and your breathing returned to normal you rolled onto your side. “Do you want to do it again?” you asked him with a grin.

He nodded and crawled back on top of you, but before anything could escalate, the sound of jingling keys and the front door opened echoed through the house

“Fuck,” you mumbled. “My parents.” You rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, “Now I can say hi to your mom.” You rolled your eyes and pushed him off you.

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l5byrinth · 9 months

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“even in my worst times, you could see the best of me”

pairing: cam cameron x fem!reader

summary: in which you and cam have hated each other for as long as you can remember. but what if that hatred wasn’t actually what you thought it was.

warnings: fluff, angst (a little idk), enemies to lovers, lmk if i should add more, not edited

a/n: FINALLY i’m back yall!! i’ll probably disappear for like another few months again but i really had to post this one bc there aren’t enough fics for my bae cam 🫶🏼 and my requests are open!! i don’t want my work copied, translated and/or posted on another platform without it being discussed with me.

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Inhale. Exhale.

The nerves were flooding in as you waited for your turn to be ‘presented to society’. Being a debutant and actually participating in the stuff you found nonsense at first was the last thing you expected you’d be doing this summer. What you didn’t expect in a million years either, was falling for the one you sworn you hated with every single part of you.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it began, but it hit you hard when you heard that Belly broke up with Cam. Thoughts of the two of you being together flooded your mind, and though you tried to push them away, they lingered.

Instead of pursuing these thoughts, you distanced yourself from Cam, which turned out to be more difficult than expected since he seemed to be everywhere you were.

Cam was taken aback by your sudden distance. Although you both disliked each other, you never missed the opportunity to bicker. Now, whenever he tried to engage, you either ignored him or replied formally without any insults.

And if Cam had to be honest, it made him feel this pain in his chest. Especially when you started to hangout him with this guy you had met at the bonfire. The same guy you befriended to try to forget Cam. And also the same guy who was your escort to the debutant ball.

Cam tried to come up with reasons for your distance, and one day, he found himself standing in front of your house. Cam wasn’t sure what he was going to say or do, but he was determined to see you. His heart skipped a beat when he made it to the porch and he halted in front of the door, taking a deep breath in.

He was about to knock, when a thought jumped into his head.

You were scrolling on your phone, trying everything to get Cam out of your head. But everything you saw reminded him of you. You even came past a video of whales and wanted to scream out loud. Why was your phone working against you?

A knock on your window interrupted your furious thoughts and confusion washed over you. You don’t remember meeting up with anyone, or telling someone to come by your window. Scared that it might be a burglar, you grabbed the first object you saw to use as a weapon. However, when you opened your window, the last person you expected was in front of you, heavily panting. “Cameron?” You questioned, lowering your weapon since there wasn’t an actual real threat.

“Hi.” He simply greeted with a grin, before climbing into your room. He stood way too close to you, making your breath hitch as he dusted himself off. But you weren’t going to let him notice what kind of effect he had on you, so the best you could do is just bicker like you used to to mask it.

“What are you doing here? Trying to rob me or something?” You asked as you took a few steps back, “‘Cause I’m not afraid to use this!” You showed the bedside table lamp in your hands.

“Calm down, Y/l/n,” He chuckled as he put his hand on your arm to lower it, and you just allowed him to do so. You felt yourself relax at the warmth and touch of his hand and mentally cursed yourself for this. He liked at you with a small smile, a smile that made your heart flutter in your chest.

Cam’s hand lingered on your arm, before he cleared his throat and quickly removed it. Around everyone, he was always shy and reserved, but with you it was different. You brought out some confidence in him he never knew he had. And Cam never understood why, but with you, he felt at ease and weirdly enough, safe. Whenever he even looked in your direction, his worries would vanish as if they never existed.

Cam walked past you slowly and looked around your room. He tried to memorise every object on your desk, every little detail in your room. “Why are you ignoring me?” He asked, throwing his head over his shoulder to look at you. You were standing there at loss for words, trying to come up with a good excuse. He nodded to himself when you didn’t answer before continuing his walk around your room.

“I should be asking you the questions! Why are you in my room, Sextus?” You crossed your arms over chest and watched him let out a laugh at the name you called him. The sound made you burst of out happiness, but you weren’t planning on showing.

“Please, Ceres, be honest with me…” He started walking back towards you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The way he remembered the name you used at the latin convention made your heart skip a beat. “Why would I?” You said with a loud huff and you turned your head to the side with your eyes closed.

When you opened your eyes, Cam’s face was only an inch from yours, and you felt your guard fall down. It would’ve been so much easier if Cam didn’t have this effect on you. Your face fell. “Stop.” You mumbled, inaudible for him to hear.

“What was that?” He inquired genuinely, getting even closer if that was even possible. “Stop!” You spoke out louder, making him jump out of his skin, but soft enough for it to be a whisper. “Stop what?” Cam asked curiously. You stared into his eyes, trying to find something, think of something to make you hate him again. But as you looked into his deep eyes, all you could think about what you could be, as something else than enemies.

You looked at the ground in defeat, before continuing, “I’m trying so hard, Cameron, so hard.”

Cam was quiet as he looked at you with a confused look on his face, and he wanted you to tell him everything that was on your mind. When you looked up at him, Cam noticed that there was something else in your eyes. Something else than what he usually saw, and he couldn’t quite place what it was. “Cameron, I’m trying so hard not to hate you.” You whispered.

Cam’s heart was pounding out of his chest, while he was looking at you with his mouth agape ever so slightly. He hoped your words meant what he thought they meant, and his hand reached for yours.

A yell of your name woke both you and Cam out of your trance, eyes widening in panic. “Is everything okay up there?” Your mom yelled from downstairs, and you heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. Cam rushed towards your window, and you helped him get out quickly. Before he got down, he said something that you spent thinking about the weeks that followed, “I’m really trying hard to hate you too, but I can’t. No matter how hard I try.”

Ever since he dropped by, you had avoided him more than you initially did. And that made Cam wonder what he did or said wrong that day. You were all what he could think about, and if he wasn’t thinking about you, he was dreaming about you or speaking about you.

Whenever you saw him, you would walk the other way, you would pretend you didn’t see him standing. You basically ignored his existence. And for Cam it felt like a stab through the heart, a deep and painful one.

This continued until the debutant ball.

Cam was standing on the flight of stairs behind two other escorts and in front of many others, waiting for the girl’s name he was escorting to be announced. He didn’t know how he ended up here, escorting a girl, who he didn’t even really knew that well, to the debutant ball, But he would do anything to keep his mother happy, so here he was.

He was nervously fidgeting with his fingers, his mind on you like it always has been since the first time he saw you. A part of him wished it was you he was escorting. He wished that he was the one who first saw you in your dress before your presentation.

He fantasised how he actually wanted this day to go. You standing there in a beautiful dress, looking drop-dead gorgeous like you always did. Him being the one to look at you with an encouraging smile and mouthing to you how enchanting you looked. It was all you deserved and more. It killed him he wasn’t the one to be doing it.

When it was Cam’s to turn to go up stage and escort the girl, he imagined it was you by his side. He flashed her a polite smile as she did the same and watched as her eyes drifted off to behind him. Cam followed her eyes and saw that she was looking at none other than the guy who was escorting you.

Cam and the girl got off the stage and walked over to the other debutants, waiting for the next debutant to be presented. And when your name was called, Cam felt a heavy flutter in his chest he most certainly couldn’t ignore.

The girl beside him watched his demeanour change at the sound of your name and smiled to herself. She always had the feeling Cam had a thing for you.

When you appeared on stage, Cam’s eyes were drawn to you. The way you looked in your dress was indescribable and the way you glowed made his heart race a million miles per hour. You scanned the crowd, trying to find a familiar face to ease your nerves. And when your eyes locked Cam’s warm ones it felt as if the world stopped turning. Every single person around you disappeared, it was just you and him.

And your nerves disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

You never pulled your eyes away from his gaze as you walked down the stage with your escort. The escort who had picked up on your crush on Cam a long while back.

Cam tried his best to keep his composure, he was refraining himself from running over to you and holding you like there was no tomorrow, he tried his best not to think about all the ways he would compliment you and make you feel good.

You and your escort halted in front of the table your parents were sitting at and you finally broke eye contact with Cam. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you were thinking about Cam all the damn time as you waited for the presentations to finish.

When they did, every debutant with their escort bowed down to the table with their family. Afterwards, everyone sat down and waited for some surprise performance the escorts were giving. Your escort waited for you to take a seat next to one of your parents, before he parted as well after flashing you a small smile.

“You looked amazing, honey.” Your mom praised, putting a hand on your shoulder. You thanked her and looked around the ball room, trying to find the one person who lived in your mind rent free. Cam was just walking past to get to the other escorts, when his eyes met yours once again. But this time you looked away after a few seconds, trying to nonchalantly brush off the fact you had a major crush on the guy you had thought was your number one enemy.

After the sudden dance performance, your escort had disappeared somewhere, along with the girl Cam was escorting. But neither of you seemed to care, as all you did was gaze at each other longingly, waiting for the people to announce when the first dance was about to take place.

Your parents, who were seated beside you, had noticed your stares and stolen glances towards the boy and smiled at each other knowingly. You tried to hide it, but they knew you. They knew when their daughter was actually in love.

The sound of glass clinking was heard, before a woman announced that it was time. And at that moment you woke up from your trance, realising your escort was still nowhere to be seen. Every debutant, alongside with her escort was gathering on the dance floor, except for you and, well, Cam.

“Mom, where is he?” You questioned worriedly. “It doesn’t matter,” She answered, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “I think there’s someone else you’d much rather want to share this dance with.”

She tilted her head towards a certain direction, and you knew immediately who she was referring to. But your eyes followed the direction she meant anyway, with a racing heart.

Cam was standing there, looking at you like a man in love. That’s because he is. He is in love. And before you knew it, your feet made their way towards him. You halted in front of him with a smile. You were panting like you had just run a marathon, but you didn’t care, because you were right in front of who you wanted to be.

“Seems like we both don’t have a dance partner, huh?” Cam chuckled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. All you could do was nod in respond, the words you actually wanted to speak out seeming to be stuck in your throat.

Your hands reached for his and when your fingers intertwined, you could’ve sworn you heard Cam let out a deep breath. The music started playing, and the two of you were drowning in one another’s eyes as you danced to the music just like you had practiced. The tension between the two of you was unbearable throughout the entire dance.

And once the dance ended, when you were in the end position, his face was awfully close to yours and you had to do anything in your power to not plant your lips on his. He pulled you back up, with way more force than he intended, which resulted into you being flush against his chest. Your faces only a few inches away, which made it even harder to refrain yourself.

You pulled away slowly, even when you wish you could stay like that forever. The words you desired to speak were stuck in your throat, and your eyes fell down, feeling flustered by everything that has happened this night. He wanted to say so much as he looked at you with a lovesick smile, but he didn’t know how. His right hand fine yours as he put his left hand under your chin.

He stroked your cheek gently with his thumb, his eyes fixated you and only you. You were the only thing that mattered to him any day, anywhere, anytime.

Every couple around you started to leave the dance floor, but you and Cam stayed there without a care in the world. “Let’s get out of here.” He whispered, in which you grinned to in response.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as you walked towards the exit of the ball room, giggles and chuckles leaving your lips. Your parents watched from afar, knowing you were finally with the one you liked all along.

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valeskafics · 11 months

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Party in Your Bedroom (Chapter Nine) - Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Cross Over x Cam Girl!Reader

a/n: since osferth and sihtric won in the poll, they'll be introduced next chapter besties 🤭

Summary: You and Robb go on your date which isn't really a date. And everyone and their mother turns up.

PAIRINGS: Aegon x Reader, Aemond x Reader, Jace x Reader, Theon x Reader, Robb x Reader, Jon x Reader, Daemon x Reader, Rhaenyra x Reader, Alicent x Reader, Margaery x Reader x Tommen, Bran x Reader x Jojen, Jaime x Reader, Baela x Reader, Helaena x Reader, Cersei x Reader, Ned x Reader, Catelyn x Reader, Harwin x Reader, Robin x Reader

Word Count: 2,024

TW: profanity, innuendo, I don't think camming should be a tw but I guess???, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, male m*sturbation

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of the Dragon/Fire and Blood/Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them.

When you wake up the morning after your stream, you feel confident, energized, and like you can take on the world. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that you came out of the stream a hell of a lot richer. You think about your plans with Robb for the night and reminisce about when you were in elementary school and had a massive crush on your best friend’s older brother. Part of you wonders if that crush ever really went away, but you put the thought out of your mind. This is just two people, enjoying an exhibit together as friends.

Besides, at this point? There’s another Stark on your mind. Your insanely hot neighbor who you actually have a date with. Cregan and you have exchanged numbers and, honestly? Some of the things he said to you after your stream could make even the most shameless person blush. You decide to watch one of his streams before you head off to class and, truth be told? The man is really fucking good at what he does. Similarly to you, he hides his face when he’s on camera, the only reason you know it’s him is because of that fucking voice. Gods, his accent is ridiculously sexy.

You watch him as he undresses, mouth going dry as he removes his shirt, exposing his broad, muscular chest, and then when he takes off his pants… Well, let’s just say that what’s underneath them matches the rest of him.

When you get to class, you take a seat beside Helaena and Baela, your usual spot near the back of the classroom since the professor just reads off the slides anyway. The three of you drink your morning coffee and gossip about anything and everything, including Robin Arryn now attending your university and Margaery teaching you how to kiss the other day.

“Do you think you’re into girls?” Baela asks curiously, looking at you, “Or was it just an experimentation thing?”

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, “I mean, I don’t really have any dating experience but I’m pretty sure I’m pan, so obviously I wouldn’t be against dating a girl. It’s just I don’t know if I should really be dating anyone right now, Bae. I live in a shitty apartment, I’m swamped with class, and I work weird hours-”

“Excuses,” Baela teases, nudging you, “I think you’re just scared,” her eyes move down to your shirt and widen slightly, “Dude, are those-”

You glance down and see that the outline of your piercings are slightly visible since you decided to skip wearing a bra. You nod at her, telling her that you got them done a couple of weeks ago. Baela thinks to herself what a weird coincidence it is that you and her favorite camgirl both got pierced around the same time, but refrains from saying anything. Helaena starts fussing over you, asking if it hurt, the sweet soul that she is. The topic of conversation soon turns to your plans for the evening, and you tell the girls about your plans with Robb.

“So you’re going on a date?” Helaena questions, “Cuz that sounds like a date.”

“It’s not a date!” you insist, packing your things as your professor dismisses you, “We’re just checking out that popup together,” you bristle at seeing her and Baela’s amused stares, “It’s not a date you guys, Seven Hells!”

Helaena frowns slightly as you storm out of the classroom, mumbling to yourself before turning to Baela, “I think it’s a date.”

“Maybe we should get ourselves tickets to the popup,” Baela muses, “And see if we’re right.”

Helaena shakes her head vehemently, “No, because then Aegon and Aemond and Jace and then everyone are going to find out and try to show up!”

“Oh, come on, everyone isn’t going to show up,” Baela rolls her eyes, “And besides! If it’s not a date, Robb shouldn’t mind if some more of us show up, right?”

“Baela,” Helaena hisses, but before she can do anything, Baela is already texting most of your friends, suggesting you all meet up at the Van Gogh pop up, since you and Robb are going together.

Reactions from everyone are definitely varied. Aegon seems surprised, but texts Theon asking if he’s working. The two make plans to meet up and go, curious as to what the hell is going on. Aemond frowns to himself, wondering why you’re going with Robb. He would’ve gladly taken you, but he simply replies to Baela that he’ll plan on being there as well. And, in his paranoia, he wonders if this is supposed to be a date for you and Robb, considering you’ve mentioned you’re going on a date with someone over the weekend. Either way, he’s determined to find out. And of course, the minute Jace hears the word “Robb”, he’s up in arms and ready to crash whatever the hell this is. Margaery sighs when Theon and Aegon beg her to join them but reluctantly agrees, saying that she and Tommen will be there.

Apparently, Dany is the only one out of all of your friends who isn’t interested in crashing your kind of sort of not really a date, saying that if it is a date, you remain blissfully unaware of the fact. Jon also decides to stay out of this one, thinking that you’re dealing with enough drama in your life, considering he’s one of the few people privy to the knowledge of what you actually do.

When Robb picks you up, he’s a perfect gentleman. The two of you head out to get some food before you go to the exhibit and you end up venting to him for a little while about the situation with your parents.

“Have you thought about reaching out to them?” Robb suggests, “I mean, it’s been nearly six months now, love-”

“No,” you shake your head, “Absolutely not. I said I’d make it on my own without any help from them and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

Robb sighs, “I respect that, love. I won’t say anything more about it, okay?”

You smile at Robb, nodding, “Thanks, I appreciate it, Robbie.”

He laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does, “You haven’t called me that in years!”

You shrug, “Felt right.”

The two of you finish your food and head to the pop up, and are of course, the first ones to arrive. However, your peaceful enjoyment of the sunflower room doesn’t last very long, as you very soon hear the very familiar voice of one Aemond Targaryen.

“Y/N, Robb. Fancy seeing the two of you here.”

You immediately turn and give Aemond a quick hug, while behind you, Robb lets out a groan of frustration. Why can’t he get just this one evening? Aemond and him continue giving each other dirty looks as you go to take pictures at a few of the photo ops, leaving the boys alone.

“Why are you here, Aemond?” Robb questions, “What happened to ‘while you made finger paintings, I studied history and philosophy’, huh?”

“I’m a man of multiple interests,” Aemond responds coolly, “So, you and Y/N?”

“What about it?” Robb retorts.

“So are you her date for this weekend then?”

“Her what for what now?”

Aemond waves him off, “Never mind, it clearly isn’t you. Margaery must’ve been referring to someone else-”

“Did someone say Margaery?”

The two of them turn and see Margaery entering with Tommen and Robb lets out another noise of frustration, “Fuck’s sake, is there anyone who isn’t here tonight?”

“No,” Tommen gives him an apologetic smile, “I saw Aegon and Theon at the ticket counter. Baela and Helaena are around too,” he pauses before adding, “And Baela says that Y/N didn’t think this was a date.”

“Oh my gods, she’s so oblivious,” Robb groans just as you return.

“Who’s oblivious?” you ask cheerfully before embracing Margaery, feeling the slightest bit shy as she kisses your cheek as a greeting.

“Did you guys know Mar is teaching Y/N how to kiss?”

Your eyes go wide at Aegon’s words and you and Margaery cry out at once, “Aegon! Fuck!”

Theon looks between the two of you, confused, “Wait, Egg was telling the truth? Holy shit, the two of you guys made out and I wasn’t there?! This is even worse than when my dad took Yara to Disney World and left me with the neighbors for two weeks!”

“We were the neighbors,” Robb snarks, “And we took you with us to the lake that summer, quit bitching-”

“Hm, Disney World or the Vale with your titty sucking cousin,” Aegon interrupts, tapping his finger to his lips as though he’s thinking very deeply about something, “Yeah, no, I’d go with Disney World.”

“That makes sense considering you have the mental maturity of a five year old,” Aemond drawls.

“Also, we all know you’re the first one who’d be down to suck titties, Aegon, let’s be fucking realistic here,” Margaery adds.

And before you know it, chaos has broken out between your group. You see Jace standing a little bit away from everyone and slip out from between Aemond and Robb to walk over to him, grinning brightly.

“Hey, you! Looks like everyone and their mom is here”

Jace turns and gives you a sweet smile before quickly hugging you, “Hey! Yeah, Baela invited everyone. We’re supposed to be figuring out if you and Robb are on a date or not.”

You let out a frustrated sigh of your own now, “It’s not a date! Robb would’ve said if it was a date!”

Jace raises his hands in surrender, “Okay, okay! Don’t shoot the messenger.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance, “Sorry, Jace. I’m just dealing with a lot right now and everyone’s being so fucking weird about stuff and I just wanna scream!”

Jace pauses before grinning, “Why don’t you?”

You raise an eyebrow and turn to face him, “Huh?”

“Come on,” Jace takes you by the hand, leading you out of the exhibit, where your friends still stand, arguing amongst themselves, past where Baela and Helaena are grabbing a snack at the concessions stand, past where you even see Daemon, Alicent, and Rhaenyra admiring some of the exhibits.

Jace leads you outside to the parking lot, the two of you just standing there for a minute. You look at him questioningly, startling slightly when he lets out a scream. When he turns to you, his face is slightly red and he gives you a sheepish smile. You burst into laughter, realizing that this is what he meant. And you do exactly what he did. You scream. You scream your fucking heart out, letting go of everything that’s been frustrating you recently. Aemond. Your parents. Robb and the not-date. Your apartment. Everything.

You turn to Jace and give him a tight hug, “Thanks.”

Jace nods, running a hand through your hair as he smiles, hugging you back, “Anytime. By the way,” he pauses before questioning, “That teddy bear you have. Um, do you by any chance remember where you got it?”

You freeze in place, “Oh, um, that bear? It was a gift.”

“Oh,” Jace nods, not looking entirely convinced, “A gift from who?”

“One of my customers at work,” you say, only somewhat concealing the truth from your friend, “You know what? I think the last bus is almost here-”

“Y/N,” Jace turns to you, gnawing at his lower lip, one hand running through his curls as he looks at you, “We’ve known each other forever, I want you to know that you can trust me. I know everyone thinks I’m this big dumb idiot, but I’m not completely useless.”

“You’re not useless at all,” you assure him quickly, “You’re one of the sweetest people I know,” you pause before letting out a sigh, “I’m gonna tell you something, but I need you to promise not to judge me.”

Jace nods eagerly, “Of course, babe. You know I wouldn’t.”

You take a deep breath, looking into Jace’s warm brown eyes before speaking, “I’m a camgirl.”

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys x reader #robb stark x reader #theon greyjoy x reader #hotd x reader #game of thrones x reader #modern hotd #modern got #party in your bedroom fic #piyb fic #cam girl au hotd #my writing

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g-xix · 8 months

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pleeeeaaaaase write more for george clarkey, absolutely obsessed with the last one

Nights Out | George Clarkey (fluff)

Say the word your wish is my command ~Freddie Mercury my bae And ofc, here's more G Clarkey content as requested... Quick picture:

Cutie. Anyways, enjoy the 1.2k wordcount George Clarkay smut!!

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Coming home drunk that mf would be soooo loving and touchy...

You'd be in the bedroom of your apartment, flipping pages when you first hear a distant shout from someone on the street. Probably some latenight, Friday party-goers. Nothing unusual in London. But then after a few minutes, you hear some shouts which are not in fact so distant. As a matter of fact, they sounded like they were coming from the stairwell of the apartment block.

Checking the time on the little digital clock, it read 1:34am, meaning that the stranger in the stairwell was not gonna be popular with the neighbours. That's when you realised that the stranger in the stairwell might not be a stranger after all.

Bookmarking the page hastily and sliding your feet into your fluffy slippers, you stumble-ran to the front door, opening it just in time to see a sober ArthurTV at the door- a contrastingly drunk Chippo and George in either arm.

"Thought I'd make sure he didn't bust his face open while trying to make it up the stairs." Arthur explained, and you could only give him a short hug and best wishes as George stumbled into the flat, Chip shouting "Bye sexy!" As your boyfriend blew a kiss and shut the door behind you.

He turns to you slowly, lips stretched into a dopey smile as he sees his beautiful girlfriend after such a long night.

"God, has anyone told you how gorgeous you are?" He'd gush, putting his arms around your shoulders as you smiled at his antics, pecking his lips lightly, though he chased your lips as you pulled away- getting a proper thirty second snog before he pulled away with a contented grin on his lips.

He'd take a moment to just stand still and look around at the interior of your shared flat- and though nothing had changed within the last four hours he had been out for- he still gave a nod of approval.

"This is cute." He'd mumble, seeing the framed picture of the two of you which Cam had caught on a night out- the two of you bundled together in a corner- yourself staring up into George's eyes, whilst he looked up at you in adoration. He'd reacted the exact same way when yyou'd first printed and framed it, though clearly in his state he couldn't recall it. He picked up the frame to examine your faces further. "You're so pretty..."

You knew his words were just drunken rambles of all his thoughts, but it was still impossible not to love what came out of his mouth- and it was fair to say it had you in a blushing mess by the time he was done.

"I got something for you whilst I was out." George garbled, his words becoming more tired as the buzz of the night wore off and the fuzzy scent of your vanilla candles clouded his senses in the most pleasant, domestic way it always did.

"Did you really?" You'd raise a brow, not believing for a single second he would've stopped the night out for a moment to grab something for you. Even if you had asked him to get a pint of milk at some point.

Fidgeting around in his cargo bottoms, he'd search through his pockets with a face of immense concentration, before his face lit up- hand withdrawing a crumpled and withering little flower, head weakly stood as George wielded it with a proud smile.

"A daisy?" You'd question with a raised brow, wondering why he'd decided to pluck the small flower on his night out.

"Yeah, cuz it's like you... The yellow bit's like the sun..."

"Which is like me?"

"Yeah because you're so... Bright."

You often wondered what the hell he meant and whether you should be flattered or offended with his drunk comments. He said it with such a loving sparkle in his eyes it only felt right to assume he was trying to be sentimental as he pushed it into your hand to see for yourself.

Sighing with a smile and dropping the flower down onto the table, he'd wrap you in another hug from behind, resting his head ontop of yours and swaying you from side to side, breathing slower and squeezing your waist appreciatively. You'd only be able to hold his arms and let out a soft smile yourself, leaning into his touch despite wanting fully well to go back to sleep.

"C'mon, you, let's brush your teeth and get you a shower, Georgie..."

You'd push him into the bathroom, shutting the door despite his whining for you to sit on the bathtub and keep him company despite doing the menial task of brushing his teeth- instead finding the paracetamol in the apartment and leaving that on the bedside table on the left side (his side) of the bed. That way he could get over the headache in the morning easily.

Returning back to the bathroom to check up and make sure he hadn't accidentally drowned himself in the shower or something stupid like that- you'd walk in to see the taps running into the bath- George drizzling some scented soaps into the stream and letting bubbles form across the surface- a few strays floating across the bathroom.

"I thought I'd run us a bubble bath." He'd explain enthusiastically, dropping in one of those Lush bath bombs he'd bought last Christmas, yourself having to take take the bubble mixture away, as he'd already formed a mountain of froth.

But who were you to deny a bubble bath at two o'clock in the morning.

For some reason, you would have your back to the tub with his body slotted between your legs- his back leant into your body whilst he holds his hands on your thighs, gently tapping and massaging little patterns onto them beneath the water whilst he blows the bubbles away when they start getting too close to his face.

You'd be left in charge of drizzling shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp and trying not to get shampoo in his eyes, as well as scrubbing his upper body with whatever gel was available. Meanwhile he'd hum something familiar and mumble little nothings- whatever really came to his head.

Then, feeling a lot more relaxed and clean after that, he'd insist on returning "the favour" (you didn't really know what favour he meant) by carrying you the short distance back to bed- dropping you onto your side before jumping on top of you, making you groan as the bed bounced beneath the two of you, George letting out little giggles as he rolled over and onto his side, you clutching your stomach from the impact but still finding it within yourself to laugh at his stupid antics.

Pulling the duvet up and switching the lights off, his arm would find itself around your waist, hand resting against your stomach as you nestled back and into his body, finding comfort in his warmth whilst he placed a sweet kiss behind your ear. He'd tangle your legs together, at some point in the night even nestling his head in the crook of your neck, so that you could gently run your hands through his hair when you woke up, just savouring the feeling of your boyfriend and those lazy, love-filled mornings you could share together.

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broimanalien · 1 year

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“Do you have dementia?

Smiity x reader

A.n small story for my bae <3

You were streaming with face cam playing sea of thieves with blarg and soup when you heard the door to your office open. You turned your head to see smiity coming in with messed up hair from the nap he just woken up from. “I’m streaming” you told him so that he wouldn’t walk into camera. “Fuck you” he said looking quite upset at the fact he couldn’t come get a hug from you.

“Y/n we know that, we’re been streaming for the past hour and a half?” Soup spoke into your ears obviously confused by the tone of his voice. Quickly realising that you were in a voice chat you replied “sorry smiity just woke up and walked into the room.”

“Ohh that makes more sense, though you got dementia for a second”

“What are they saying?” Smiity asked still in the doorway. “That I have dementia” “I hope not I quite like it when you remember me” Smiity said walking closer to me. I quickly muted In discord and started pointing to the camera “maybe you have dementia do you not remember what I just said!”

You know that smiity’s face is on the internet, hell he has Instagram where he posts his face all the time but this feels different to you. Like people seeing his face on stream is crossing an unwritten boundary he has put up.

Even with the panic is ur voice he doesn’t stop moving and keeps walking until he’s right in front of you. His hand move to cup your cheeks

“Your so pretty”

“SMIITY!” You yelled embarrassed as your cheeks flushed under his hands.“What can’t I complement my partner?” He slightly laughed at your expression. “Not on stream” you groaned. “Then end stream” he said like it was so obvious. “You never really gave me the chance babe” you chuckled softly looking up at him. You could never stay angry at him when he looked at you like that, like you hung the stars and moons, like you were the centre of his universe. You guessed you had the same expression on your face too.

“GET A ROOM ALREADY!” Matt yelled. You quickly unmuted and yelled back “your just mad your sad and lonely while I’m over here happy and in a relationship!”

#x reader #smiity x reader #smii7y x reader #blarg #smii7y #smiity #sea of thieves #fanfic

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loveandleases · 7 months

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We all know the honeymoon phase doesn't last forever. How will the Ro's react once they get comfortable with Mc? How will they fill those moments of silence?

Can you imagine how exhausting it would be if it did? Yeah the honeymoon phase is fun/exciting. It's also fun being able to just enjoy time with your partner, talking or not. Especially when they randomly mention something they may be thinking about, or appreciate about you. <3

❤️ Cam - He is used to silence with MC. They have been friends for so long that he knows they can't constantly be talking. For him, it doesn't bother him. He may not bother to fill the silence, instead enjoy doing nothing together.

💙G - Our cold bae, G is used to being the quieter one. More used to sitting and thinking. Though they will have a few things to say, G is comfortable just sitting holding MC's hand, and listening about their day.

💚 Kara - She isn't comfortable in silence. It makes her anxious. It give her too much room to think and then overthink. Wonder if she is being used for her namesake alone. She would try and fill the silence with little phrases, something. It's a nervous habit, one she can't really help. MC could help this by soothing Kara, with words, actions.

💛 M - Listen, Marshmallow can be very quiet, it's because they're thinking though. Not that they aren't paying attention to MC, just envisioning things. M would suggest watching anime to fill the silence if MC was uncomfortable with it. Then talk about their feelings of it later.

💜 Isaac - They don't do well with silence, they would much rather be doing something. It's not that they're not comfortable with their partner it has more to do with they're not comfortable with their own thoughts. It's hard to be sometimes.

🖤 Ardent - Oh he will be filling that silence by petting Cupid (if she let's him.) He is used to time spent doing or saying nothing, thanks to his niece. If it's something MC is uncomfortable about he is willing to do something to prevent it so they don't feel insecure in their relationship.

#loveandleases #love and leases #asks #cam #ardent #g #kara #m #isaac #there is comfort in the quiet

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valyrra · 2 months

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Idk if you also take screenshots of mkx, but if you do, would you pls feed us with some Quan Chi?👀

Bae I have to check if there are good mods for mkx for free cam when have free time. Have more MK1 Quan Chi meanwhile sorry 🥺❤️

#valyrra screenshots #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat #queue~#virtual photography #quan chi #cc: quan chi

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raplinesmoon · 1 year

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did it all for love (KTH x F!reader)

pairing: nerd!taehung x camgirl!reader (ft. Jungkook, Yoongi, and Seokjin)

genres/aus/rating: strangers to lovers, angst, smut, mystery, this is kinda dark, 18+

summary: Taehyung did it all for you.

warnings: minor character d*ath (not graphic, occurs off-screen), taehyung is kind of messed up and obsessive, camming, masturbation (m and f), clit stimulation, toys, nipple play, fingering, p*ssy slapping, , s*xting, dry humping, manipulation, hallucination, plot twist!

word count: 4k

a/n: happy tae bae day!! this is a little late gift, but I can’t get k*ll bill by sza out of my brain, and I wanted to put my own spin on the dialogue in the chorus, especially after seeing a tiktok about the song! this is darker and a lot different than what I usually write, so I hope the change-up is still fun!! I hope you enjoy <3

Taehyung looks at the scuff marks on his Converse, the once bright and impeccable white now littered with lines and scratches where the dirt has settled in. No amount of washing had been able to get it out, and now it stares him in the face every time he looks at the ground.

He lets out a sigh before pushing on the wooden door, stepping into the equally earth-toned office, and overwhelmed with the smell of crisp cotton fragrance. He wondered why Yoongi preferred this scent in particular over anything else. To others, it might have screamed comfort, a warm smell to remind them of home. For Taehyung, the endless churning of the washer in the basement of his apartment complex echoed in his ears, the sound eventually blocking his hearing until he felt like he was trapped on the dock once more, caught between the world and the wide ocean.

Yoongi looks up from scratching on his notepad, a faint smile coming to his face when he finds Taehyung at the threshold. He says nothing, but his eyes gleam as he beckons Taehyung inside, taking in the same faded white t-shirt and beaten-up sneakers he’s worn to the past couple of sessions. Taehyung swears he sees the smile fade for a second before Yoongi’s expression goes blank, and a pit settles in the bottom of his chest.

He takes a seat on the couch, the soft cushions settling into his back, and he meets Yoongi’s cat-like stare. Somehow, the look in his therapist’s eyes unnerves him more than anything he’d ever seen, despite what the past weeks had put him through.

“Okay Taehyung,” Yoongi’s calm voice echoes into the space in between them. “Can you tell me how your week went?”

I’m so mature, I’m so mature, I’m so mature, Taehyung repeats to himself in the back of his mind. He could tell Yoongi what he wanted to hear. He could make it all go away, with just a few simple words. Yoongi could tell him there was a way to move on.

But Taehyung did none of that. Instead, he took a deep breath, a smirk making its way onto his face.

“I opened the website again. I may be salty, but I’m still a fan.”

Yoongi remains silent, but Taehyung can hear the pen slip from his grasp, the neat handwriting on the page now gone completely askew from his confession.

8 weeks earlier

The ping had to be a mistake, Taehyung thought to himself, glancing at Jungkook’s face on the camera, focused as ever. Their village was under siege, and everyone knew Jungkook was the best warrior on the team. It wasn’t like him to be so… distracted during one of the quests. Maybe a virus infected Jungkook’s computer from all the porn his friend watched in the hours he wasn’t glued to his gaming setup.

Or maybe it was actually the potion Taehyung needed to recover from the damage he’d undertaken. Jungkook was a master-coder after all. Maybe he hadn’t wanted the opponents to know he was sending Taehyung anything. If there was one thing Taehyung was, it was vilely optimistic about the goodwill of others. And so, he clicks on the link.

Immediately, his eyes don’t know where to look. Things flash across his screen - things he’s not used to seeing as a recluse who spends most of his time in his apartment either gaming or playing with his dog Yeontan. His mind flashes back to Raya, the sweet girl from his art history class that had asked him out last week. Taehyung had stuttered through a series of excuses, ignoring the way her face fell when she realized he meant no, and wondered if that rejection had lead him to this moment.

His fingers twitch against the keyboard, wanting to type up a sarcastic reply to Jungkook, but Taehyung is frozen instead, his eyes wildly dancing across the screen. Tits, ass, and pussy all flash back in his face, and he slams his laptop shut in a split second, cutting off the game and breathing heavily into the emptiness of his room.

Only to open it back up again a second later, the dim light of the screen reflecting on his glasses. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches something, a flashing video with the annoying trending symbol all over it, and his breath catches in his throat when he sees the thumbnail.

Not even a second later, he’s clicked on the video, overwhelmed by the plethora of pink he sees: pink satin sheets, fluffy pink pillow, hazy pink fairy lights. It was far beyond what Taehyung expected from a site like this. It was… sweet. And there in the middle was you, the sweetest thing of them all.

Taehyung doesn’t know how long you’ve been sprawled in the middle of the sheets, your legs up against the headboard, spread wide open as you writhe on the bed, and he looks at the progress bar to realize he’s missed the last ten minutes of you teasing yourself, ghosting touches up and down a body he couldn’t even have conjured up in his wildest dreams.

You giggle, the bubbly sound breaking through the sensual jazz song in the background, and you clasp your hands together in glee. Taehyung’s mouth hangs wide open, wondering how he’d stumbled across something so perfect.

“Alright,” your melodious voice melts into the background, and Taehyung feels a shiver go down his spine. “Now that most of us are here, the real show can begin. Thank you all for tuning in!”

And with that, you spread your legs as wide as they can go, thighs straddling the headboard as gravity forces your tits to fall out of the skimpy, pearl-encrusted bralette you’d chosen for tonight’s show. The dark brown circles surrounding your nipples are so distracting that Taehyung almost misses the main event, gasping when he sees it.

The same opalescent stones shine over the folds of your glistening pussy, the arousal smeared all over your thighs, highlighting the little razor bumps and stretch marks right by your mound, Taehyung doesn’t know if he’s ever seen a more beautiful girl.

Your fingers reach up, right in between your spread legs, and you press down, arching your back as you hold back a moan. Taehyung sees the pearl move, and immediately realizes you’re rubbing it against your clit, your fingers working in slow circles as you let out the prettiest gasps.

Taehyung looks down at the faded blue boxers he’s wearing, slipping a hand underneath to palm at his hardening length, barely able to concentrate on anything except the lewd squelching sounds of your wetness that are quickly becoming louder and more pronounced, and his heartbeat racing in his ears. Soon his fingers copy your motions, wrapping around his cock, thumbing at the bead of precum that has begun to leak from his tip.

“This feels so nice,” you say breathlessly, ignoring the dings of tips and comments flying across the screen. “But I need a little bit more, don’t you think?”

Your hand reaches to the side, pulling a sparkly pink dildo into view. You laugh softly as you run your hands over the intimidating length, and Taehyung feels his cock immediately stiffen at the thought of what you hands would look like around him.

He watches, frozen in amazement as you run the dildo up and down your soaked cunt, coating it in your filmy wetness. You gasp in delight when your gaping hole begins to clench around the tip, free hand coming up to cup your breast, fingers pinching at your stiff nipple with a sigh.

Taehyung pumps his cock, groaning as his headset falls off, clattering to the floor, and the sounds of debauchery fill his surround sound speakers.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” you moan, slipping the toy inside while your fingers rub at your clit once more. “Needed you to fill me up so good…”

Your voice trails off in pleasure, and Taehyung feels delirious, twisting his cock in both hands, picking up his pace.

Your hips buck up against the headboard as you drag the toy in and out, wetness splashing against your thighs with every motion, and you shudder, fucking the dildo even faster into yourself.

Taehyung’s hand wraps tighter around himself, watching your pussy suck in the toy, and he imagines for a second how you’d feel riding him, delicious ass slapping against his balls and gorgeous tits swaying in his face.

All of a sudden, a buzzing noise fills the air, and Taehyung sees the dildo begin to vibrate before it disappears inside you once, the setting ramping up higher and higher while you hold it inside.

“Ahhh—fuck, I’m so close, gonna come for you,” you sob, tears filling your eyes from the pleasure, and Taehyung wants to wipe them away, to let you know how gorgeous you look like this for him.

“Mmmh yes, yes, oh-oh yesssss!!” you scream, your legs slipping from the headboard as you come, your hand no longer able to hold onto the dildo as it falls to the side, still buzzing at the highest setting.

“Shit!” Taehyung groans in time with you, spurts of his own cum ruining his boxers, leaving a dark wet stain against the fabric.

You flip over, propping yourself onto your elbows, and Taehyung can see the flushed look on your face and the way your eyes sparkle.

“Thanks for watching and tipping everyone! I was gonna go clean myself up, but maybe I’ll hang around for a few minutes, chat with some of you guys! It’s been a long time!”

You reach for your laptop, pulling it close but not shutting off the stream, and the next minute or so is quiet as you look through the messages, smiling and muttering soft thank-yous.

Taehyung’s fingers move before he can even comprehend what he’s about to do, and the ping of his message echoes through the speakers. Suddenly, he wonders if he’s made a grave mistake.

“Taehyung, right? I’m___. So nice to finally meet you after your sweet message.”

Your hand reaches out towards him, and Taehyung can’t believe this is real, that he’s meeting you right now, in a crowded café, with dozens of other people around, when not even forty-eight hours ago, he’d sent you a DM after jerking off to one of your cam shows.

Your demeanor is just as sweet in real life, stirring your hot chocolate with a dazed look as you bite your lip shyly, and Taehyung is lost for words.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung chokes out, slapping his palm on the table to steady himself. “I know this is all so sudden, and I truly don’t know what was wrong with me when I messaged you. But why’d you say yes?”

Taehyung had been beside himself at the response to his impulse message, your pink hearts and cute emojis signifying that nothing had been wrong from his end, but he had to wonder, why him? You probably got messages like that from every person that watched your stream?

“I don’t,” you interrupt his thoughts. “I don’t usually get nice messages like yours, asking me about myself. Contrary to what you think, most people only watch me for one thing.”

The way you say it is so sad, Taehyung wants to wipe the sadness from your face, to make you smile like you deserve to. He hates how people can be so fake in this world, only chasing after their own motives, and forgetting other people in the aftermath.

“But you’re not like that, Taehyung. I knew you’d be different.”

But he wasn’t like that. Taehyung’s heart swells with pride at the compliment, and he straightens up, slipping his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose.

He doesn’t know how long he listens to you speak, about how lonely you’ve felt while camming, how much you’d been hurting since your ex broke up with you, and he thinks that anyone would be a fool to let you go.

When you bid him goodbye with a kiss to his cheek, asking to meet again, Taehyung smiles all the way home. He doesn’t even feel guilty when he opens his laptop again and goes right to his bookmark of your stream, to find you half dressed in the frilly top you’d worn to meet him and nothing else.

He feels his balls grow heavy as he watches you slap your cunt in between fingering yourself, babbling about how you want nothing more than to be able to come.

“Yes,” Taehyung grunts as he fists his cock. “Come for me, ___.”

And although you aren’t with him, he knows you hear him, squealing when your squirt gushes out of you, soaking your fingers and everything underneath.

Your soft gasps echo into the mic, the wetness seeping into the delicate fabric of your top, and Taehyung feels proud knowing he was the one who made you feel like this, that he wasn’t like the rest of them. He was different.

After the first time, you spend more and more time together, Taehyung texting you every day. Sometimes it’s pictures of Yeontan, while other times it’s stealthy shots of his cock, to which you reply with lewd ones of your own, like the one where you were only dressed in an oversized t-shirt that was pulled in between your lips to expose your hard nipples to him. He feels like he’s in heaven, so in love with you, and the beauty you’ve brought to his life.

Even Jungkook can’t stop teasing him about it, telling him about how he’s turned into a puppy dog at your feet, skipping his gaming sessions to go to the farmer’s market with you instead, watching you pick sweet peaches to make a pie.

He’s amazed at how quickly you came into his life and changed everything for him, and how he’d do anything for you. Anything at all.

. . .

It’s raining on the day you come to him, arms wrapped around your shivering body, sweater soaked through. Taehyung lets you in quietly, not commenting on how your eyes are red, and he can’t tell if the smudged mascara is from tears or raindrops. Instead, he makes you ramen, sitting quietly on the couch as you slurp it up, waiting for you to speak.

“Taehyung, you love me, right?” you ask him, and Taehyung’s taken aback. In all the weeks you’d spent together, the two of you had never really talked about what you were. In his mind, of course you were his girlfriend, but he’d been waiting for the right moment to officially ask.

And even though it was new, Taehyung knew that as you looked up at him with tear-stained eyes, that yes, he did love you. He’d never know what it felt like before, but it had to be this, this strange, fluttery feeling that bubbled up inside his chest whenever you were around. His mind always raced when he thought of you, and he attributed it to your dazzling beauty, of course, but also your amazing personality.

“I love you,” he says back quietly, and you smile, grabbing his hand in yours and pressing a kiss to his fingertips, before pushing him back into the couch and straddling his thighs. Your clothed core pushes up against his crotch, and you both moan. Your lips descend on him hungrily, pressing kisses to his jaw, his neck, biting his ear, and Taehyung loses his mind until he’s coming, your heavy breaths mingling in the cold air.

“Can you do something with me then, together? It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.”

Soaring high from his orgasm, all Taehyung can do is nod yes, the haze following him long after you’ve left, and he’s tucked away in his bed for the night. So strong are his dreams of you that he never once stops to think how you never said it back.

A bead of sweat drips down Taehyung’s back as he waits in the car for you. The neighbourhood isn’t unlike his own, a mix of young professionals and families, peaceful and quiet, yet also lively with its mix of coffee shops and restaurants.

Yet, at this time of night, it seems completely dead. Taehyung can only hear the buzzing of cicadas and the sporadic barks of a nearby neighbor’s dog. Looking at the house, he sees the light is on, but he can’t make out your figure inside.

He wonders if it was a bad idea, agreeing to this. Even at your very first meeting, you’d opened up about your ex, Seokjin, and how he’d broken your heart. Taehyung had wanted to throttle the man for putting a frown on your perfect face, but he’d been powerless to argue with you, claiming that talking to him was the closure you needed.

He’d insisted on coming with you for it, wanting to offer you a shoulder to cry on. Taehyung was inexperienced with matters of the heart, but somehow he knew this visit would most likely end with you in tears, and a sad girlfriend was not something he wanted right now. He’d already planned out your escape route, scouting out a local ice cream place that was a couple of minutes drive that he could whisk you away to. Sugar was the cure for all sadness.

His musing is interrupted by the buzzing of his phone, and he unlocks it, shocked to see a notification from you.

Taehyung, please come inside, the door’s unlocked.

Taehyung doesn’t know what to make of it. Had things gone horribly wrong? Did Jin want to take you back? More importantly, why did you need him to get involved?

I’m scared. You follow up the notification with another one, and Taehyung’s unbuckling his seatbelt faster than he can think, running up the walkway to the front door. He’s shocked to find it unlocked, and he realizes Jin might have never locked it after he let you in.

Making his way through the house, he expects to hear something, whether it’s the yelling of an argument or soft voices quietly exchanging deadly blows. But there’s nothing, and that’s what unnerves him even more.

Turning the corner into the first room he finds, he freezes. The white carpet is now dyed pink from the red that seeps into it, reminding him of one of your videos, and in the middle is you, crouched over the body of a handsome man he can only assume is Seokjin.

Your eyes shoot up, finally noticing his presence in the room, and he remarks at how bloodshot they are. Whether it’s from tears or pure craze, he can’t tell.

“I just killed my ex,” you whisper softly, your voice calm and even, and Taehyung feels his blood run cold, running over to support you from falling over.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks urgently. “Did he touch you? Did he hurt you? Because if he did, I swear to–”

“If I can’t have him, no one will,” you mutter into his chest, and Taehyung feels his heart stop. You ignore him, sobbing into his chest, and Taehyung feels an icky feeling settle in at the base of his spine. His arms itch to remove themselves from around you, but they feel weighed down, like his veins have been injected with lead.

He convinces himself you must be delirious, acting out in self-defense after an argument with Seokjin, and now the other man lies on the floor unmoving. Right? That had to be it. Seokjin only got what he deserved, breaking the heart of a sweet thing like you.

“___, coming here wasn’t the best idea, we have to go,” he tells you. You both need to leave right now before this gets worse.

“I can’t leave him here like this, Tae. Help me, please?”

And just like everytime you ask, Taehyung is powerless to refuse.

How’d I get here? Taehyung thinks to himself five minutes later, as he helps you drag the body through the house, depositing it in the backyard. He watches as you bend over the once handsome man, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I still love you though,” you whisper softly, and although you hope no one hears, Taehyung does, the sinking realization of what he’d just been roped into settling in his gut. You’d never said you loved Taehyung, in all the time you’d known each other, not even when the two of you were cuddled up on the couch watching movies, or when you furiously rode his cock and pinched at your nipples to make yourself come.

But you loved Seokjin, even now, standing over his cold, lifeless body, and Taehyung had never felt so betrayed.

This wasn’t fair. He wanted to be the one you spoke of so fondly, the one who captivated your heart. After all, he was alive, and Seokjin wasn’t. He’d do anything to make you realize he was the one.

“Shhh,” you whisper against his lips, sensing his unease. “This has to be our little secret okay? I need you Taehyung, I need you now more than ever. I can’t be alone anymore.”

And so, Taehyung drives you back to your place, helps you clean up, helps you dispose of the evidence, and wraps his arm around your waist as he slips into bed with you.

In the morning, he’d wake up, and realize this was all some crazy dream. That nothing had happened, and you were here in his arms, loving him and only him. He’d do it for you. Both of you.

“I did it all for love,” Taehyung tells Yoongi, the older man now finished with his note taking and completely immersed in studying the shattered soul in front of him. “I did it all for us.”

Yoongi pauses, unsure how to tell Taehyung there was no “us”, there wasn’t even a you. After searching all the records, he’d been unable to find your name anywhere, or your address. In curiosity, he’d even opened up the cam website Taehyung had mentioned, finding many attractive women, but nothing that matched the description Taehyung had given.

You’d either vanished from existence, or you’d never existed at all.

“I think that’s enough for today, Taehyung, why don’t you go back to your room?”

Yoongi watches Taehyung slip away with the guards outside the door, the young man muttering to himself quietly, and is thankful there’s a place for him here at Min’s Halfway House. He’d been damaged, likely beyond repair, but love would do that to you. And Yoongi was here to fix whatever “you” had broken. In the chance that one day, maybe Taehyung could return to a normal life outside these walls.

The gleam of Taehyung’s phone is the only light he has in the box of a room, where not even the moonlight can seep in from the boarded up windows.

You’ve uploaded a new stream, this one different from the rest. You’re more chatty than usual, talking about how insecure you feel because of this new girl in your friend circle, how you think she’s prettier than you, smarter than you, and that your friends will love her more than they ever loved you.

They’re stupid, Taehyung thinks. Not recognizing perfect when they see it, not appreciating you enough. That’s why you had him. Even from all the way over here, he’d never stop proving his love to you.

The stream ends, and Taehyung types a name into his phone.

Kim Hee-Jin. Seokjin’s grieving girlfriend, also the conniving bitch you’d talked about in the stream.

He texts Jungkook the address he finds, knowing that even if he can’t do anything for you beyond these walls, someone else would step up and take his place.

Because you were worth it, and he’d rather be in hell than ever bear the thought of being alone, without you in his life once more.

A/N pt. 2: well, that was something. for anyone who’s confused, OC was a figment of Taehyung’s imagination, and whatever wrong he did was of his own doing, but he thought he was doing it for her. I hope you enjoyed! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

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jasminexox5 · 9 months

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The Boyz

Lee Sangyeon

- cam girl reader

- mirror sex

- sugar daddy

Naughty Girl

Bae Jacob

- phone sex

- kitchen sex

- pillow humping

- breeding kink

Lee Hyunjae

- jealous sex

- bratty sub hyunjae

Moon Kevin

- sub kevin

- soft sex

Choi Chanhee

- dom chanhee

Kim Sunwoo

- couch sex

- messy sex

- sub sunwoo

Son Eric

- bathroom sex

- soft sex

#masterlist #the boyz masterlist #tbz masterlist

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thankyou-taeyeon · 1 year

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BAE

NMIXX 'Visual Cam'

#bae #bae jinsol #nmixx #nmixxnet #femaleidol #dazzlingidolsedit #femadolsedit #femaleidolsedit #ggnet #kgoddesses #kpopccc #ultkpopnetwork #tyty gifs

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shhhsoftnwet · 2 months

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Evilive gang rivalry AU

I really wished I can write but I can’t be good at everything now can I? All I can offer are short bulletpoint ideas I’m sorry 😔

Premise: What’ll happen if DYDS never broke up after getting rid of Moon Sangguk? Well, a decade later Doyoung became a business tycoon and Dongsoo became the new Minister of Justice of course. Eventually they managed to shed away their criminal lives behind, but not without a few painful sacrifices of course. Upon finding out what Dongsoo has done to achieve his goals, his family completely disappeared from his life and it took Doyoung 2 years waiting patiently for Dongsoo to get over the loss and reciprocate his feelings.

Life is very good for Seo Doyoung. He’s been running the Shinnam Ferry and Marine Casino well, his wealth in abundance, got his trophy husband of his dreams, even opened a baseball club for the youth…… yet everything feels so stagnant. Achieving his goals has given Doyoung midlife crisis. During dinner, they reminisced their past and how far they’ve become. Doyoung sorta missed the thrill and violence…

He decided to rebuild his criminal empire in secret, concealing his true identity as the boss to protect his current reputation, as well as to not worry Dongsoo and risk losing him. A decade hiatus is long enough for a new predator to rule over the underbelly of Shinnam. Feeling extremely competitive, Doyoung is determined to create havoc and overthrow his rival.

Doyoung’s new gang quickly gains notoriety and a violent turf war and sabotaging soon began. Doyoung learns that his rival’s modus operandi is very structured and their boss’ identity is also closely guarded, but after much spying and digging, he found out that most of the members used to be the now disbanded Family gang and Bae Jongha is their leader.

Doyoung and a few of his trusted men cornered Bae Jongha. Surprised by this unfavourable yet funny turn of events, Bae Jongha resentfully revealed that he’s just a puppet and refused to reveal his boss’ true identity to Doyoung out of spite. Feeling extremely irritated that he couldn’t get an answer from Bae Jongha, he rid him off.

It’s later revealed that…. /dramatic drumrolls/…. HAN DONGSOO IS THE TRUE BOSS OF THE RIVAL GANG!!! (I want it to be dramatic ok like Doyoung trying to vent under the pretence that he’s concerned about the rising turf wars in the news, and then Dongsoo tried to assure Doyoung that he’ll do something about it. Then after that he got a phone call informing him that they found Bae Jongha dead in a ditch!!)

At this point, the audience are left questioning whether Dongsoo knew that Doyoung is his rival and if he has any ulterior motives/grudges. However it is later revealed that he truly doesn’t know that his husband is his opp.

Bae Jongha’s death became a catalyst for both gangs to start hunting for the bosses’ true identities. Lotsa spy cams and trackers going on. At some point Doyoung got the scare of his life thinking his rival found his identity and tried to infiltrate his house and harm Dongsoo. He warned Dongsoo of the intruders, but Dongsoo managed to bluff his way out (apparently he’s not supposed to be home at the time), thinking that his rival gang ALSO found out about his true identity. (TLDR: they both thought their identities are uncovered while still unaware that they’re each other’s opps. Bae Jongha cry laughing in his grave at this comedy)

At some point however, Doyoung slowly realised that Dongsoo is the boss based on a tiny slip up/minor injury(?). Doyoung unravels his complicated feelings during their sexy time (with Dongsoo being dominant and choking him 👹👹) A part of him is thrilled of this diabolical and corrupted side of Dongsoo, a side of him that he sorely missed a decade ago. Yet a part of him is also extremely sick with paranoia, unsure of who is this man before him and wondered if this is Dongsoo’s plan to get rid of him after all.

Doyoung decided to hold an emergency meeting with his gang to plan their next move, only to receive a surprise ambush from Dongsoo’s gang. A lot of bloodshed happened, Doyoung solo fights a bunch of guys. Dongsoo is shocked to see his husband is his enemy, but Doyoung is too enraged by the entire situation to think properly.

They had an emotional one on one knife + fist fight and somehow managed to clear up their misunderstandings. They shed some tears, they makeout, maaaayyybbee being freaky while covered in blood idk, it’s gross and unhinged but beautifully poetic in a blood pact way. Now that the couple has come clean with each other of their wants and worries, their love is renewed with fiery passion. And maybe soon they’ll rebuild their criminal empire once more, together this time.

THE END

Yeah this is all I have…. If you wanna adopt it, go ahead like I can’t write proper sentences beautifully for shit. Just lemme know so I can read it 😭😭🙏

Anyways some things to elaborate on character motivations and why they choose to conceal their actions from their partners:

HDS: Dongsoo have always wanted to rule the criminal empire ever since they got rid of Moon Sangguk. However, upon spending some time listening to Doyoung’s experiences and understanding why he wanted to leave the criminal life behind him, as well as feeling grateful of Doyoung’s support during his difficult time accepting that his family had left him and paving a way for his current career, he decided to lead a double life to protect their peace and reputation.

SDY: Doyoung realises that achieving his goals is never going to fill the void and hunger in his heart. Doyoung missed the good old days, but he doesn’t want to bring anymore pain to Dongsoo’s life, not after seeing how broken he was after losing his family. The last thing Doyoung wanted is to lose him too. But Seo Doyoung is a selfish man, he will get the best of both worlds no matter what.

#a future where they can be as diabolical as they wanted without all the betrayals unnecessary deaths and heartache #their rivalry is everyone’s problem #sorry bae Jongha always caught between the couple’s BS #also love the idea of them having like mid life crisis #ion like these white picket fences and luxury I want CHAOS #evilive #biography of a villain #악인전기 #도영동수 #dyds #au prompt #seo do young #han dong soo #fifi’s prompts #shhhsoftnwet

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