ok so i noticed tumblr haves less hcs about this bbg AND İ LOVE HİM SM
OH AND BTW SPOOOOOOİLLLER ALLERT those who didnt finished game plz read it carefully( i reccomend finish the game)
ahem anyways game is new so sadly this game haves tiny hcs i wanna say ı never write any hc and english is my second language so if make any mistake ım sorry TwT ANYWAY ı hope u guys can enjoy this :3
SFW:
A is for affection: well he is not affectionate ın pre dating cause like it depends ın day , like in first or second day he is bit cold but in like 5th day we see he is shell crackıng up bit even he said he gona leave being hacker but he needs his time to trust u
B is for back up: he supports u a lot even tho he thinks this is just funny cause u guys totally stranger but helping u comforts him some how :3
C is for comfort: like i said in first days so cold but in like 4 ,5 days he is more willing to cause the time is important to him. Back to topic he will immedietly notice your mood,sad,angry,happy, but he doesnt know what he should do cause u guys in diffrent city and only talk by hack chat but that doesnt mean he is heartless when he notice u r moody he will try tp help u like making ridiculously cold jokes( at least trying <3 )
D is for daring: OHOHOHO dont get me started this man right here....
ladies and gentleman this guy right here will definettly chalange u, like hacking overly prottected bank acs or learning new code technics he will definettly wanna see how far u can go
E is for emotions: he wont show his emotions first cause like i said he doesnt trust u, in the end like SeekLİFE or SeekLOVE can show his emotions more but we can see that the day lıke 4,5 he is crakıng more and tells his worries more
F is for forgive:WELL depends on his mood tbh if he is feeling more good he will forgive BUT if he had harsh day then no he wont easly cause he is already moody lol so u have to wait or make him comfortable with youur kind words <3
G is for goofy: well tbh ı dont think he has that personality, his personality like fox, like his mask yes ;he is intelligent silyy mind set(geniues silly meaning not goofy silly) so yea he is more serious but he is kind and caring^^
H is for horor: he will definetly try to scare u with his mask adds some paintings and design on it then secretly approachs u then....BOO! he really likes your surprised face but ıf u got scared too much he feel sorry and will hug and will kiss u forhead <3
I is for 'i love u': weeeeeellll its gona be toooook very long time cause he is not sure about himself he dont know how to use words tbh so he will probably write ı love y ın hackıng style,
....
cmon yk what ı mean the famous 1 & 0 langauge
( but if u can make him fall so hard for u he eventually say ıly.....tho he waits for u to say it first :p )
J is for jelousy: OHOHOHOHOHO this man yesssss ı can smell it he is really jelous when u talk about some random man can be famous or even can be your clasmate or close friend in work but sadly our brooding hacker is tsundere , yes u read it right he is BİG tsundere when u talk about random man only u know he grumbles a lot and ask questions like ' oh? is he that cool' or 'is he know what is python language' or 'is he ever hacked any accounsts' or 'is he proffesional in math like me hmm?' ( u have to kiss him on the cheek if u wanna make him calm down <3 )
K is for kisses: well at first he is shy af like doesnt know where should he kiss so..., firstly hesitates but as time past he will start to kiss your cheek thennnnn when he get enough confident he will kiss u by lips comfortably :3
L is for love : his love language is like acts of service & quality time and expects words of affirmations as return like i said time is important for him so thats quality time is more important to him for acts of service he will always help u when u in your period or when u feel down ^^
M is for memories : when u both of u met and start to dating he will defienetly wanna have lots memories after all he quit being hacker for that isnt he? Even tho he dont wanna say out loud he wanna have cute dates like picnic,aquarium, etc.* dates
N is for neglect: ok angst part here he will do this without knowing like he still loves hackıng and even he quit it i think he will still hack so sometimes he will be on his computer around like 3am but warn him help him , cause he will always listen y <3
O is for over: again angst warning i think he will be so sad but he wont show, he will the first odxny u know cold and distant but he is not mad at y even he thinks u choosed right cause he thinks he is not enough he thinks he is loser ( mah poooooor baaaaaabbbby TwT )
P is for please: well i think he wont say plz easly he 'HAVES TOUGH GUY PERSONALİTY' he thinks that way so he wont say plz so quickly but will do eventually if u make 'the puppy eyes.' xd
R is for random: will say random facts when he dont find any topic for conversation so goes with something like 'the egyptians believed the most significant thing you could do was die' meme
S for sorry: when u guys have fight he will say first sorry if he was the fault but if u have the fault sorry bbg but he waits u to say sorry, why should he say sorry when u have the fault duhhhhh .p if he has the fault he will say sorry if u dont forgive him after sorry he will bring your fav things like plushie food drink etc* and say sorry again and says ily sm
T is for trust: like i said before he wont trust u easly at first but as the time pass his ice slowly starts to melt<3
V is for value: he values u so much trust me, u have my word, after u guys start to date omggg u r his world he will do everything for u like literally everything ^^
W is for work: after u guys set up he will try to search proper work search cause he is tired of hacker life and he wanna have peacefull life with u <3
WARRNİNG!!!! THİS PART CONTAİNS SEXUAL PART SO UNDER 18 PLZ DO NOT LOOK
ok now lets continue( u lil devils ık u guys dıdnt left ım gona hunt u all .d)
A is for ass, tits or thighs: i feel like this man will be choose ass cause i think he likes doggy postion where he can grab your ass other than that he also like your thigh he loves to lay on them
C is for cum: I thınk his cum wont be too thick neither too liquid he would be have like ıdk shampoo? i think easy to swalow but haves tough taste .p
D is for d1ck: ı think he is around 6'3 foot which makes 190cm so think his dick size in down like 9cm and when raised 11cm :0
E is for endurance: i think he can go like 4 rounds all tough he will get tired can past out before cleaning but he will tries hiis best to stay awake to clean u and make u comfortable <3
H is for hair: i think he will try to shave for u but ı thınk he doesnt have hair much cause like in game we see he doesnt haves chest hair so just tiny bush ig but even tho for health he will shave
J is for jack off: i think he will do but also control himself cause he thinks bit disgusting but when u away from him cause of job or u have to go somewhere with your fam for long time ( like camping ,going holliday) he will jack off and even maybe voice call u to cum easly :0
K is for kinks: i think he haves praising kink get top of him and whisper how he makes u feel good how he is good boy, he will just roll eye for that and gets hard as rock
L is for lust: he loves u every way but when u wear his cloths well he is looking at u both love and lustfull :3 then after u just one blink u find yourself ın your guys bedroom huhuhu x3
N is for no: BDSM OR SPANKİNG end of discussion he hates u seeing u hurt but if beg him enough maybe just slap your ass few times
O is for oral: i think he likes recieve more but also loves giving but recieve is more more to him yk especially when u sneak up while he is on his computer and u decided to suprise him but he is also so skilled with his tongue and he will make u sCREAM anyway( poor neighbors)
P is for p0rN: I thınk he watched few times when he was young cause of his friends, cause he said he smoked with his friends in past so i think they watch that stuff together too,but ın current tıme ı dont thınk so cause he haves u <3
S is for secret: he wanna pump u so bad when he makes call for other friends the thought of get caught triggers and excites him sm :0
Y is for yearning: i think he is like middle, wants to have morsing s3x but not always, he wants balance ı mean being in relationship doesnt only mean bazingas .d
Z is for zzz: he cleans u up first like i said he needs to know are u comfortable? are u ok? ,after he helped u and cleaned himself or make u both clean like having bath he immedietly passes out but never forgets to hug u<3
weeeeelll thats the end folks this is my first hc writing i hope u guys lıke it ^^ thanks for reading ly allllll♡♡
• Summary: Stepping into the light after living in the darkness for so long is not easy.
But he finds it may be worth it if you're there for him.
Your voice rang in his ears even hours after hanging up.
He sat on his chair, staring at his monitor, hesitant on what to do next.
He replayed your last call in his mind, stuck like a broken record.
A million thoughts ran in his mind. And there you stood, amid them all, in the eye of the hurricane.
You.
How could someone he had met such a short time ago change everything so fast?
His hope had been long gone. He was certain the pit of darkness he had fallen into would be his reality for the rest of his life.
But then. A weirdo with a strange passion for esoteric languages came into his life.
Did you even come into his life? Was your effect on him grand enough to declare you had, in fact, impacted his life?
He groaned, burying his face in his hands.
Were you a divine beacon? A sign that he shouldn't go along with what he had been planning for so long?
A sign that he could still dare to hope?
He groaned even more.
He knew it when he met you, and he told you as much. That your time spent together would be short.
When you met, it was settled that in just a short while, you would become strangers again.
And yet.
You were so hell-bent on that not happening.
Just why?
Why did you care so much about someone you had just met?
Someone you knew nothing about? For fuck's sake, you didn't even know what his face looked like.
And yet you liked him.
Warmth bloomed in his chest, settling in his stomach as rocks at the realization.
You liked him.
He couldn't wrap his head around the fact, but he so desperately wanted to cling onto it.
Were you really the sign he didn't know he had been waiting for? A sign he never dared to hope would come?
He deemed himself helpless. The fate he had decided for himself was the only fate he seemed fit for him.
The fleeting image of a new fate with you made him lurch back on his chair and begin pacing around the room.
You haunted him, and he found he liked the feeling.
He dreaded liking the feeling.
Even if- okay, even if the attraction was mutual, how could you two even make this work?
What if when you saw his face you found him ugly?
What if you held him in your arms and were immediately repulsed by him?
What if he was too much for you? What if he wasn't what you wanted?
What if the spell broke? What if you hated the real him?
Was there even a real him?
...........
He sat on the floor, knees against his chest.
The scene was straight out of a teenage rom-com, he realized.
He groaned yet again.
What if you looked inside and did like what you found?
What then?
What if you decided to stay?
What if he dared to hope?
You had landed on his life by pure chance, and now he found he wanted to take the reins of his destiny.
He stood up from the floor and sat back down on his chair, intent on turning his life around.
And he was, to say the least, afraid. But he wanted this. Wanted to believe in this feeling.
He sighed, logging into the program, a plan already formed in his mind.
The final hack. The end of something.
And the start of something new.
Was it corny? Maybe. Possibly. Definitely.
It didn't matter to him. He realized he preferred corny to meaningless.
His hands trembled as he typed his phone number in.
His mind was plagued by thoughts of you.
You, and your stupid laugh he liked so much.
You, and your innate way to make him smile and laugh.
You, and your words to him, which he still couldn't believe were making him do a 180 on everything he had been planning for so long.
He spared a glance at his mask. It sat on his desk, seemingly staring at him.
You, and the possibility of a future with you in it.
It took you less time than what he'd anticipated to call him.
He felt light. Chill in his balcony, but warm in his heart.
He realized you were just as hopeful as he was.
He couldn't stop smiling.
He walked across the airport, his nerves alight.
He was fighting the urge to turn on his heel and sprint away, yet he had gotten so far already, now hadn't he?
Besides, he found this feeling sort of addictive. And he realized it was worth it to feel like he was about to throw up in the middle of the airport when he spotted you amongst the crowd, scanning the area to find him.
And when your eyes met his and he saw your lips stretch in an impossibly wide smile, all thoughts of running away dissipated.
And goddamn, he already loved hearing you laugh through a screen, but hearing you laugh while sitting on your couch with you and eating take-out was so much better than he could've ever imagined.
"So, like, where did you get the mask?"
"That," he began, grabbing a fry from the coffee table and popping it into his mouth, "is a secret."
You scoffed, shoving a handful of fries into your mouth.
"Oh, come on! Did you get it custom made?" Your voice was muffled by the fries in your mouth, and he had to concentrate to make out what you were saying.
"Not telling."
"And what about the emojis? Did you draw those or did you commission them?"
"Not telling."
You groaned, plopping back onto the arm of the couch, staring daggers at him while he simply smiled.
"Come on! Why the secrecy?"
"Why the rush to find all that out?"
"What, so will you tell me as time passes?"
"Perhaps."
You groaned yet again, changing into a kneeling position on the couch, your face closer to his.
His smile in real life was no match to the smile almost covered by the mask he sported in videocalls.
And his eyes... You were glad the mask was no longer concealing the glimmer in them.
"Did you throw the mask out?"
He shook his head, popping another fry into his mouth.
"No, it's way too cool to throw it out."
"Oh, good. It does give you all of your charisma points."
He laughed and you laughed with him, and you looked into each others eyes and everything felt so simple now when just a short time ago it had all felt so complicated.
He was no longer a vision on your monitor, and he would never be "a fond acquaintance you would never see again" like he had put it.
When your laughter died down, you gingerly brought a hand towards the side of his head. You heard him suck in a breath, his chest stilling.
You asked for permission with your eyes, and he softly nodded, allowing you to touch him.
You tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and let your hand linger on his jaw, your touch making goosebumps rise on his skin.
"I really like the mask, but..." You ever so softly stroked his jaw with the back of your fingers, and he felt he could just melt right there and then. "I prefer to look at the person behind the mask."
He gulped. Intimacy. He could do this.
"I..."
He took a deep breath, an attempt to slow down the beat of his rampant heart.
The desire to run away suddenly returned.
It was easier to let something go that cling tightly to it, but he found he wanted to cling to you as hard as he could.
He didn't want- he couldn't let you go.
He dared to hope you would feel the same.
"I'm scared."
His voice sounded small to his ears.
You tilted your head in question, urging him to continue.
He sighed, sinking deeper into your touch.
"I'm scared this won't last," Once he managed to get that out, his next words came out rushed, eager to get out of his chest. "I'm scared you'll one day wake up and realize you don't want me around, or worse, that we'll grow distant with time and- I just- I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose you as well."
Word vomit out, rocks settled in his stomach once again.
You continued to stare into his eyes, and for a few seconds, the fear you would mock him gnawed at him, but then, you cradled his face in your hands and caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, and he felt the drumming in his chest slow down ever so slightly.
You said his name oh so softly, and he fought against the tears that welled up in his eyes.
"For what it's worth, I don't ever want to lose you," you paused and took in his softening expression, easing from a nerve-tightened one. "I don't ever want this to end, either, and I'll be clinging to it, to you as hard as I can."
That. He needed to hear that so badly.
Neither of you could predict the future. Neither of you could set a due date for your relationship. This wasn't a server made specifically to extort people that would be shut down once everyone involved had achieved their goals.
This was more than that. More real, more volatile by nature.
You both wanted this to last, and you were both going to do everything in your power to make sure it lasted for a long, long time.
Both of you dared to hope.
And he found that was enough for him for now.
He fully melted into your touch, his chest brimming with emotion and affection.
"You're not alone anymore." you said in an almost whisper.
He cradled one of your hands with his and pressed it deeper into his skin.
"Thank you for coming into my life."
You smiled softly at his words, and he fought back the urge to press his smile against your own right then.
"Thank you for letting me stay."
Warmth bloomed in his chest and threatened to spill through the tears welled up in his eyes.
He didn't want to hold the urge back anymore.
And apparently neither did you.
You met in the middle. You hummed and he let air out from his nose, tilting your heads to press deeper into the other.
His other hand pressed against your own. He then slid his hands down your forearms, and you shivered and he felt like dying. In a good way.
You pulled his face even closer to yours, and his hands caressed your arms in slow motions, tentative yet full of affection.
He almost didn't believe the moment was real, along with everything that had led up to it.
You had changed everything, and had given him the courage to hope.
This was only the first step in his new journey.
And he was certain you would be there for him every step of the way.
• a/n: The main thing i wanted to portray here is odxny's shift of mentality and how he reacted to it. How adverse he was to any chance of betterment coming his way and then the fear of it not being real or not lasting once it eventually arrived. I really didn't want to fall into the whole "he's found love and now he's happy" thing, I wanted to portray the exact opposite; how he now has something (someone) that brings him so much happiness and is his first step into his life having meaning again and how he's so afraid of losing it.
I really hope he wasn't out of character here I luv him with my entire heart and wanted to portray him being in distress but in a believable way.
This may be too long of an author's note but idc i love to yap.
It has only been a couple of days since you, or well, Thrim, landed yourself in a server full of skilled hackers, all looking to complete their… passion projects.
If you can even call them that.
In all honesty, it has been fun, learning new coding skills, getting made fun of, and, most of all, being able to talk to him. Odxny. The mystery man who wears a mask every time you call and talks about disappearing once it’s all over.
Today is no different. The server buzzes with activity as you scroll through endless lines of code, occasionally stopping to reply to a message from one of the other members.
You have already been working for hours prior to this, on your own little project, and of course, your mind is beginning to wander. Thankfully, your saving grace, Odxny, sends you a text.
odxny: busy right now?
thrim: for you? never <3
odxny: haha, could I call you then?
thrim: ofc ofc!
You shift at your desk, setting up your camera and smoothing your hair down so it doesn’t appear so messy. Then, the ring of a call comes through your headset, and as you put your earbuds in, you simultaneously click ‘accept.’
His face appears on the screen of your monitor. He is seated back in his chair, calm and unreadable as always, that mask of his only adding to the mystery as he grins at you. The soft glow of his server rack flickers in the background, the glow of his monitor bathing his covered face in a soft blue hue.
Despite calling him every single night since the day you joined the server, he looks just as pretty as the first time you saw him.
“Hey,” he says, his voice smooth and cool, as if he’s just casually checking in.
“Hey,” you reply, a bit too eagerly. “What’s up?”
“Not much,” he answers, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment too long. “Thought I’d see how you’re doing. Are you still helping Pep with codes, or are you taking a break?”
You lean back in your chair, trying to shake off the slight bit of heat just his stare alone causes. “Just the usual, I was helping him earlier, now I’m working on my own stuff. It’s been a long day though.”
“Mmm, I can tell.” His tone is almost too knowing. “You’ve been quiet within the server lately. Anything on your mind?” He leans forward slightly, his eyes focused on the screen in that way that makes you feel like he’s watching your every minor move.
You laugh nervously, not sure what to make of his sudden interest. “Just, uh, the usual. Lots of work, you know?”
He tilts his head, as if considering your words for a moment. “Mm, yeah. Sounds pretty boring. I figured you’d have something more exciting going on than that.” There’s a playful edge to his voice now, and you can’t help but feel your pulse quicken.
You try to keep it casual, teasing him back. “What, you want me to do something exciting for you?”
There’s a pause, and you watch as he takes a breath, as if he is considering his next words carefully. “Well, it depends. What are you into? I’m sure we could find something… fun to talk about.”
Your heart skips a beat at the sudden shift in his tone, and you feel your cheeks heat up.
You swallow, trying to ignore the way his words seem to linger in the air. “Uh, what kind of… fun are we talking about?” you ask, trying to sound more confident than you feel.
He grins behind that mask, leaning back in his chair. “Well, you know… I’m just curious what kind of ‘exciting’ things you’re into. I’ve known you for a couple of days and barely know anything… personal about you. Everyone’s got their little… preferences, right?” His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, his tone smooth and casual.
You shift in your seat, suddenly aware of how close he seems to feel, even through the screen. “Preferences?” you parrot back, forcing a casual laugh, though your voice betrays you with a slight tremor.
“Mhm,” Odxny hums, his fingers absentmindedly tapping on his desk, the rhythm slow and steady. “Do you enjoy being in control of people, or… would you rather someone take the lead?” He says it so casually, as if it’s just a simple question, but the weight of his words makes your stomach flip.
Your breath catches in your throat, unsure if you should answer his rather direct question or just change the subject. But you can’t help it, there’s something about him that pulls you deeper into the conversation. “I… I don’t know. I guess I like both,” you admit, your voice betraying you once again as it hitches slightly.
He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Both, huh? Interesting… but which one do you think you’d really enjoy more?” There’s some curiosity in his tone, and an almost playful lilt that sends shivers down your spine.
You can feel your cheeks burning now, and you know your voice will give you away if you try to brush it off. “I don’t… I don’t know what you mean,” you stammer, though you really do know the answer, you just don’t want to admit it to him.
His smile widens, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Sure you don’t. It’s okay to admit things, you know. I won’t bite… unless you ask me to.” He leans in a little closer, and suddenly, his presence, despite being on a video call, feels overwhelming.
“So, tell me… when it comes down to it, do you like it rough? Or are you more of a… slow and passionate kind of person?”
Your body freezes. The question hangs in the air like a dare.
Your heart hammers in your chest, and it feels like your entire body is on fire.
You clear your throat, trying to force yourself to focus and answer the damn question, but it’s hard when Odxny’s calm demeanor makes everything feel like a simple game, and you’re not sure if you want to keep playing… or if you want him to take control.
"I… I’m not sure," you stammer, your voice shaky. “I guess… both, depending on the mood.”
His eyes narrow slightly through his little fox mask as he watches you struggle to find the right words.
"Mm, interesting."
He leans even closer to the screen, his eyes scanning you up and down in an almost predatory way.
"You know, I’ve been wondering… do you ever think about what it would feel like? To let someone really take control? I mean, you let us push you around sometimes, making you help us with hacks, and Incri likes to poke fun at you when they can…"
Odxny pauses, a grin growing on his face.
"I’d even be so confident to say maybe you like it—the way we push you around and make fun at times."
Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch him.
He’s not wrong.
But you’d die before admitting that.
"Y-Yeah, as if…"
His voice drops lower, sending a shiver down your spine.
"I’d be fine if you’re into that. But can you imagine how it would feel? Giving yourself up to someone, trusting them to make you feel… good. But you’d have to trust that someone completely, don’t you think?"
You blink, caught off guard by how serious he’s gotten.
"Trust?" you echo, trying to deflect.
Did you trust Odxny? You’d only known him a few days but he had been somewhat welcoming, and a bit of a delight to talk to at night, so much so that you found yourself actually looking forward to your nightly calls.
He nods slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. “Yeah. Because without trust, there’s no real connection. No... control.” His words hang in the air.
Your pulse quickens, your heart racing. “I guess I could trust... the right person.”
“The right person, huh?” He pauses, letting his words stretch out. “Tell me, do you think you could trust me?”
Your breath catches, and it’s as if the whole world tilts on its very axis. You want to look away, but you can’t. Something about the way he’s looking at you, so sure, so confident, pulls at you. He doesn’t give you a chance to reply before speaking again.
“What if I told you,” Odxny continues, his voice lower now, “that I could give you what you’re craving... but you’d have to let go of all control. All of it. Let me show you exactly how I could make you feel...”
A wave of heat ripples through your body, your mind becoming a mix of confusion, excitement, and… lust. You open your mouth to speak, but the words get caught in your throat. It’s too much, and yet... somehow it’s exactly what you need.
After days of flirting back and forth in the admin chat it was only a matter of time before something like this would happen right? You just didn’t think it would occur so soon.
“I... I don’t know if I can...” Your voice is barely a whisper, but the admission is enough to make Odxny smile.
“You don’t have to do anything,” he murmurs. “Just listen to me... do as I say and I’ll make you feel good.” He’s almost whispering now.
You feel your breath quicken, the weight of his gaze making you feel exposed in ways you never expected. The line between teasing and something much, much more is blurring fast for you, so fast it’s making your head spin.
“Go on,” he says, his voice low, as though he’s savoring the effect his words are having on you. “Be a good girl for me and unzip that hoodie, yeah?”
Your body freezes for a split second, something in your mind wants to pull away, to regain some sense of control from this moment, but a rush of excitement zips through your entire body instead. The sheer idea of being completely at his mercy, even through a video call, sends a shiver through your spine.
Your hand trembles as you unzip the sweater you had on, the oversized piece of clothing falling off your shoulders to expose smooth, unblemished skin. Underneath you had only been wearing a simple black tank top and black shorts, but despite it being casual wear, you hear Odxny draw in a sharp breath.
Odxny’s grin widens, satisfaction evident in his eyes as he leans back, letting you undress for him. “Good,” he murmurs, “I want you to stop thinking for yourself, stop trying to control everything. Let go, and let me show you just how good it can feel when you just listen to me, okay?”
His words are smooth, calculated almost, you feel like he’s reading every twitch of your body as if you were an open book, you’re teetering on the edge, and you know there’s no turning back now.
His eyes trail down, pausing to linger on what little clothing you had on as you press your thighs together, and for a second, a knowing look crosses his face. “You can feel that, don’t you? You’re getting so hot for me, aren’t you?” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but it sent a shiver through you. “I can see it in your eyes. You want this.”
You’re so caught up in the way his words have taken hold of you that you barely realize your hands are moving to push your shorts down, and off your body, the piece of fabric being tossed to some dark corner of the room as you sat in your chair, tank top on and underwear on, being watched by the hacker.
His eyes immediately flick back to your face after lingering for a moment too long on your underwear, his eyes were dark with desire, and a low chuckle escaped his lips. “That’s my girl,” he says, voice thick with approval. “You look fucking gorgeous. Now… show me how you touch yourself.”
The command sends a jolt straight through your core. You hesitate only for a moment, before your fingers instinctively twitch, the heat between your thighs growing unbearable under his intense gaze.
Odxny doesn’t rush you. He doesn’t need to. The way he watches, silent, patient, completely in control, has your breath hitching in anticipation. His voice comes through the headset, low and teasing. “Don’t be shy now. I’ve seen the way you react to my teasing. I know exactly what you want.”
Your fingers graze over the waistband of your underwear, you swallow hard, your body burning under his attention. He hums approvingly, his grin widening behind his mask. “That’s it… nice and slow. Let yourself feel it.”
You try to relax your body, spreading your thighs for him, your nimble fingers rubbing slow, lazy circles against yourself through the damp fabric. Your breaths come out in soft, shaky exhales, the warmth spreading through you becoming almost unbearable—made even worse by the way Odxny watches.
His breathing is slightly heavier now, just a fraction off his usual composed self. The flickering lights from his server rack cast a dim glow against his silhouette, making the blue of his screen reflect off the edges of his fox mask.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice dropping into something darker, deeper. “You’re so pretty like this. Completely at my mercy, yeah? Just listening, just following… you’re being such a good girl for me.”
The praise twists hot in your stomach, your fingers pressing harder, your body aching for more. You can’t stop the way your hips stutter, how your thighs tremble just from the sound of his voice.
“Take them off.”
You jerk, pleasure overtaking hesitation, sitting up just enough to push the remaining fabric off your body. The cool air kisses your skin as your underwear is discarded, leaving your lower half completely exposed for him, your fingers dipping back into your soaked pussy, rubbing circles gently, slowly.
For a second, there’s silence.
Then, you hear the faintest shift from his side of the call.
A sharp inhale.
A low, rough exhale, one he tries to control.
Your stomach tightens. Naughty boy.
“Such a quick learner,” he purrs, voice full of satisfaction. His eyes drag over your body, drinking in every inch of bared skin, every little tremor you make under his gaze. “I should’ve had you doing this nights ago.”
The way he says it has you spiraling, every teasing word winding that coil inside you tighter, tighter, until it’s nearly unbearable.
Then, your screen flickers.
It’s a brief static glitch. Quick. Barely noticeable.
But your mind, already hazy, already pliant under his control, almost doesn’t catch it.
Then his voice comes back, smooth, unbothered.
“You really do trust me, don’t you?”
Your breath catches.
Something about the way he says it… it feels wrong.
Another flicker. Just a second. But this time, you see it.
Something in your video feed, something behind him.
In the reflection of a mirror behind him.
It’s your own screen.
For a split second, the distorted pixels snap into clarity.
And staring back at you from behind Odxny’s shoulder is your own reflection, not from this call, but from another angle. An angle that shouldn’t exist.
Your bedroom.
Your desk.
The way you move in real time.
Your camera feed.
It’s not just this call.
He’s been watching you the whole time.
Your blood runs cold even as your body is still warm, still burning from the pleasure he’s drawn out of you. Your stomach tightens, the realization hitting you too late.
He’s seen everything.
Every moment. Every little touch. Every time you change. Every time you sat at your desk and talked to him like this was just harmless flirting.
And now, the look in his eyes, that fucking knowing look, tells you he’s reveling in your realization.
The call screen steadies again, your video going back to normal. Odxny doesn’t react to the glitch. He just exhales slowly, tilting his head like he’s studying you.
And then, the soft sound of fabric shifting. The movement of his arm.
Your breath catches.
Oh.
Oh.
He’s touching himself too.
It’s subtle at first, like he’s still playing it cool, but now you know better. The rise and fall of his chest, the way his breaths have turned slow, measured, almost too controlled.
His hand is moving.
You can’t see exactly what he’s doing, but you know.
And he knows you know.
His voice is low when he speaks again, raspier, rougher.
“You’re so good for me,” he murmurs. “So fucking sweet. Letting me watch you like this.”
A pause.
And then, a smirk.
“…Letting me watch you for days.”
Your heart stops.
Before you can even process what that means, his voice drops lower, a teasing edge lacing every word.
“Come on, baby. Don’t stop now.”
His hand is still moving. Slow. Steady.
"You’re already mine."
You listen, of course. How could you not? His voice wraps around you like a vice, sinking deep into your bones, leaving no room for anything else. Your fingers slip back between your thighs, gliding effortlessly through the slickness pooling there, the wetness a humiliatingly clear sign of his hold on you.
And he sees it all. Every little reaction. Every twitch of your body.
Your fingers move, slow, shallow thrusts at first, easing yourself open under his gaze. You let out a quiet gasp, your thighs shaking.
Odxny’s chuckle hums through the headset. "Did you think I wouldn’t know?"
You pause for half a second, blinking at your webcam through the haze of pleasure.
"Did you think I wasn’t paying attention?" His voice dips into something lower, rougher. "Every time you touched yourself when I wasn’t around?"
Your breath hitches.
He laughs again, so smug, so infuriatingly pleased with himself, and it makes you squirm even more. "Oh, sweetheart. You think I don’t notice the way your breathing changes when we’re on call? The way your hands go out of frame sometimes? Or how about when you ‘need to go do some important stuff’ and you hang up on me just to go play with yourself.”
Your stomach tightens at his words.
Every single time you thought you were sneaky, every time you let yourself sink into filthy thoughts about him, he was watching.
"I know exactly what you do when you think I’m not paying attention, or when we’re not on call together," he purrs, eyes dark with amusement and something much filthier. "And look at you now, so obedient. You were always meant to be mine, weren’t you?"
His hand is still moving.
You can hear it now, so faint, but unmistakable. The shift of fabric, the slow, measured strokes.
He’s matching your pace. How romantic.
Your fingers pump deeper, curling inside of you, teasing that sensitive spot that has your body jerking just slightly, because you want to perform for him now. You want him to see how much you’ve fallen for him, how deep he’s dug his claws into you.
He exhales sharply through his nose, amused, ravenous. "That’s it, sweet girl. That’s exactly what I like."
The realization sinks deeper.
This was never just about control.
Odxny has been playing this game since the beginning.
Since that very first call. Since the first time you stumbled into his space, into his world.
A knowing smile tugs at his lips, his fingers tightening around himself, his movements just slightly rougher now. He’s close, too.
"Since that first call... I knew you’d be mine."
Your breath catches, fingers pumping faster as you whimper into your headset.
"You’re so perfect for me, baby," he continues, voice dipping into something possessive, intoxicating. "Just the way I like it. So sweet, so eager for me, so easy to break down."
His tempo speeds up, his breathing uneven through the mic.
"You’ll be mine, won’t you?" His voice is demanding now. "You’ll keep coming back for more, won’t you? I know you can’t resist. I can see it in your pretty little eyes how badly you want to be mine."
You don’t hesitate. You nod, desperate, lost in him. You want to be his.
The words tumble out of your mouth before you can even think.
"Yes... I’m yours."
It feels right. It feels inevitable.
Like it’s always been this way.
Like you were made for this.
His chuckle vibrates through the call, smug and victorious.
"Good girl."
His voice is so full of praise, of approval, but to you it’s more than that.
It’s his claim on you
"That’s what I wanted to hear. Now cum for me my sweet girl, show me how good I’m making you feel.”
Your body reacts before your mind can catch up. Your fingers move faster, slick and needy, your breathing turning ragged as the pleasure coils so, so tightly inside you. You can hear everything, his breaths, low and uneven, the faint, sinful rhythm of him stroking his cock as he chases his own release.
"That’s it," he murmurs, watching you fall apart. "Just like that. You’re so fucking perfect for me."
His voice alone sends you tipping over the edge.
Pleasure bursts through you, hot and overwhelming, your body tensing for a few seconds before unraveling completely. A cry rips from your throat as your fingers stutter, your back arching against the chair slightly, your thighs trembling as the release crashes through you in waves.
Odxny groans, a deep, guttural sound that shoots straight through you.
You barely register the way his body tenses, the way his hand jerks rougher, faster, as if the sight of you completely undone has wrecked him too.
"Fuck—"
The sound of him coming apart is obscene. A harsh breath, a low, satisfied growl of your name. You don’t have to see it to feel it, how he must look right now, his body shuddering, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths, his hand covered in his own cum.
For a moment after, there was only silence, save for the shared sound of heavy, ragged breathing.
Your body is still buzzing, pulsing with the aftermath, your skin flushed, your heart pounding. You barely remember where you are. All you can think about is him.
Then a soft amused chuckle pulls you back.
"You’re such a good girl for me, you know that?"
The praise still makes your stomach twist, even now, when your body is already spent. You swallow, trying to even out your breathing, your mind clouded, hazy.
Then, his voice shifts, just slightly, a lower and more gentle tone.
"I meant what I said, baby."
You blink. Your heart skips.
"You’re mine now."
It’s not a question, but a declaration of sorts.
From the moment you joined the server, from the second you answered his first call, from the first time he looked at you like this.
