#anon x reader

You’d been with Anon for just over a year, and while you never met in person, you were both online enough that you seemed to have endless hours spent with him. It didn’t matter what you were doing, either watching videos together or playing games, it always meant a lot to you that you’d grown so close. The possibility of meeting up was a frequent discussion, but the planning was always off. You worked full time, and he worked from home. Though it was nice he always seemed to be awake when you were back at the house. 

Neither of you necessarily had a “healthy” sleep schedule, but it worked out. Today, youfound a package on your doorstep. It confused you, since you were sure you never ordered anything and told Anon about the strange package. He couldn’t hold in a laugh, and simply told you to open it on camera with him in the call. You sat at your computer desk and looked at the camera skeptically. Excitement took over though, and you found the idea of him sending you gifts now and then really sweet. 

But when you saw what was in the box, your cheeks turned red. He clearly saw it, too, and said a soft, “surpriiiiiise.” With a grin on his face that made you entirely flustered. 

It was a remote controlled vibrator, but it looked like the remote was nowhere to be found. You opened the box confused, and saw that it had already been opened once. The tape wasn’t firmly on, and you held up the box to show Anon. The grin never left his face, and your eyes widened in surprise when he held up a remote that was the same color as the toy. 

“You wanted to spice things up, so we’re spicing them up.” He chuckled, and explained further. “They’re both bluetooth. The remote hooks up to my phone, and the toy hooks up to yours. Makes it so I can control it from way over here.” He gave you a smug look, and you had to huff. 

“Alright, alright you tease. But we’re gonna be late, didn’t you say we were playing games with your friends tonight? We were supposed to be on the call 20 minutes ago.” You rolled your eyes playfully, and set the box down next to your desk. Though a shudder ran through you as you saw the way he was looking at you. 

“Oh we are. But on one condition.” His voice was low and gravely, and you didn’t have to be a genius to know he was turned on at the thought of you using it. You raised an eyebrow at him to prod him to continue. “You have to wear it while we play.” 

It left you stunned, and your jaw dropped slightly. “Huh? With your friends on call?” Your voice came out as a high pitched squeak, one that peaked your mic, but he seemed to know what you were saying. “What if I can’t be quiet and your friends hear me?” Blinking in surprise, you felt your cheeks warming up even more than they had before. 

“Well then you’ll just have to keep quiet, won’t you?” He said in a teasing voice, but gave a more sincere expression. “If you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to do it. It was just a thought I had last time we had fun on call.” He sighed with a smile as soon as he mentioned it, clearly remembering your last mutual session you’d had a couple nights prior. 

It made your heart flutter in your chest at the check in for your consent, and you gave a sigh. You looked directly at him with a faux glare, and muttered, “pervert.” It made him laugh, but after considering for a moment you nodded. “But if they hear me moan, that is 100% on you!” You huffed, puffing out your cheeks in a pout. 

“Aww, but I think you can handle it.” Anon gave you a wolfish grin and held up the remote. “So come on, put it on and we’ll join the call when you’re ready.” He was near bouncing in his chair in excitement, and quite frankly it was the same for you. 

The thought of having to stay quiet, his friends unknowingly being on call while Anon messed with you in the best ways was too appealing to deny. He knew you had a tendency to like the thrill of being caught, and you mentally prepared for whatever games were picked. You thought it may be a piece of cake, but needed to prepare for any surprises he may pull. 

“Okay, okay. But how does this work? You just gonna turn it on and we play games? That’s it?” You raised your eyebrow skeptically, and stood to remove your pants and underwear before sitting back down. It made you laugh how his eyes stayed entirely on you as you did so, and you had made sure to remove them slowly to give him a good view. 

He shook his head as he processed your question, and covered his now reddened cheeks before he spoke again. “Nope. There’s five settings. Each one gives stronger vibrations. We’re playing a FPS game, so every time you die the setting gets amped up.” He seemed real proud of himself for the plan, and it made you shudder at the thought. 

You took the toy out of the box and looked at it closer. It was insertable, and had a piece that rubbed against your g-spot while the outside rested on top of your clit. This challenge of his…might be harder than you thought. You were already pretty sensitive, and not knowing exactly how strong the toy could get made you slightly nervous. But your feelings of arousal were far stronger than any amount of nervousness you felt. 

You grabbed the lube off your desk and slowly eased it inside you, letting out a soft moan in the process. Looking at the camera, Anon looked almost as flustered as you were. He tried to look more composed, but failed miserably. “Come on, let’s hop over to the gaming VC.” He said, not giving you a moment to think before he switched over. 

You took a deep breath, and joined a moment later. The boys greeted you both, talking about how they were excited to play games as a group again. Some of the friends were usually pretty busy, and you managed to get a whole party together. “I’m doing g-good!” You squeaked when they asked you how you’d been. Anon, the smug tease that he was, set the vibrations on before you could even finish your sentence. 

You tried to keep a straight face, and only nodded at the camera when one of them asked if you were okay. This was definitely gonna be more difficult than you thought. It had you wondering if it was the highest setting, even though you knew it was on the absolute lowest it could be on. Anon’s smug face on the screen had your eye twitching in irritation. How were you supposed to focus on the game like this? He didn’t even give you the chance to start the game first! 

But before long, you had said a few things without stuttering too much, and the game began. It was insanely difficult to focus on the task at hand, and you were sure you were gripping the mouse far tighter than you normally would. You clicked your tongue in frustration when you died rather early on, and secretly hoped Anon hadn’t seen your name pop up on the top right. But of course he did. He practically HOPED you’d die a few times so he can see you get more and more flustered. 

Nearly as soon as you’d died, he’d upped the setting. At this rate, you’d have to deep clean your damn gaming chair. You could feel yourself growing more wet by the second, and his chuckles made it known that he was aware of everything going on. The other guys teased lightly, saying you were off your game. They had no idea just how right they were. Who could blame you? 

You tried to hold out, you really did. But almost as soon as he upped the setting to a three you had to bite your lip harshly to avoid making as much noise as possible when you came around the toy. You were breathing heavily, near sweating as you tried and failed to stay focused on the game. Your walls clenched around it, and you probably looked pitiful. 

But Anon seemed to take pity on you, and turned the setting back down to a two when he saw how hard you were fighting to stay any semblance of composedness. When he died next, he sent you a quick message before he respawned. It simply read “color?” Without fully removing the vibrations from the toy. 

You were past the point of fully thinking clearly and sent a reply back. “Green. So fucking green.” It was the system you used, making sure both parties were comfortable. Green being continue, yellow being pause for a bit and discuss, and red being stop all together. But you couldn’t deny how thrilling it was, having to stay quiet and pretend like this wasn’t happening. You’d both end up being embarrassed if his friends picked up on what was actually happening on your end, so keeping it subtle was necessary. 

You saw him smirk briefly on the call, before he locked back into the game. Through it, you only managed to get up to a four before the game was over. Even he knew you looked like you were about to explode at any second, and he told his friends, “Hey, we’re gonna go. She has work tomorrow.” They said their short goodbyes, and your trembling hand barely pressed the button to switch to your private VC before you let out a long and breathy moan. 

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” Your eyes were partially closed and you let out another soft whimper. You almost went to remove the toy, but there was something about being overstimulated that you adored. He knew it, too, and enjoyed it just as much as you did. “You know how hard it was to s-stay quiet?” You breathed out, giving him a glare before your head hit the back of your chair with another moan. 

He laughed, knowing you were by far enjoying yourself more than he was…almost. He loved to tease you in every capacity, and thrived knowing he was the one indirectly making you feel good. “How many times did you cum?” He chuckled, and you could see him reaching down his own pants with the other hand still on the remote. 

“Five. Fucking. Times.” You hissed, letting out a cry you were sure your neighbors heard when he turned the setting up. It took everything in you not to writhe out of your chair, but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he held up the remote and looked at it thoughtfully. 

“Five you say?” He gave another chuckle, turning up the setting to the max. “Five sounds good, it’s what you asked for, right?” His teasing words were met with a sharp cry of his name, coming on the spot. 

You couldn’t think clearly, and you were sure you saw stars. After a moment, he turned the setting back down after letting you ride out your high as long as you could. “I’m…I’m so getting you back for this…” You breathed out, entirely spent. It finally became too much, and you took out the toy with a wince. He saw, and turned the vibrations off. 

Anon looked at you with adoration, knowing he was the one that pushed you so far. “Aw, and how do you plan to do that?” He seemed both excited and curious, tilting his head just slightly at the question. 

You thought for a moment, before letting out a small laugh. “Maybe when I visit, I’ll make you play games with your friends while I suck you off from under your desk.” You opened your eyes just enough to see his expression, and it was absolutely priceless. His face was just as red as yours was, and his jaw dropped. 

He tried to compose himself, but you could see his hand pumping faster just below his desk. “Baby, there’s nothing I want more than to see you try that.” His laugh was shuddered, and it was clear it was something he’d thought about before. It even had him letting out a moan, eyes trailing over your body like he was trying to commit the thought to memory. 

It started out like a normal relationship. 

Now obviously he wasn't the most social person but you made it work. Recently you had started to go out with friends more often. He’d also been complaining about it more often.

It was one of those days, or nights more accurately. A quick trip to the bar with some friends. You hadn't had any alcohol as you were that night's designated driver. Anon had opted to stay at home, saying he had better things to do.

A girl had come up and flirted with you, calling you handsome and all that. Obviously you didn't flirt back, it had messed up your night a little. 

What was supposed to be a quick trip to the bar turned into an (almost) all night night out. The sun was almost up when you finally arrived home. You expected him to be mad, but instead he was strangely calm. He only seemed to get agitated once you  tried to get close to him. He demanded you take a bath and you did so begrudgingly, you knew how he was when it came to germs. 

He had been nice enough to prepare some clothes for you after you got done. 

You practically threw yourself onto the bed, headache starting to settle in. You expected for Anon to join you, maybe he’d sleep or maybe he’d continue to game at his desk. He did neither of these things, instead he put shoes on and walked toward the front door.

“Where are you going?” You asked, half-asleep.

“You’re too naive, love. If I don’t protect you from danger, who will?” He said it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“What are you talking about?” You walked to try and stop him from leaving, and it worked for a moment.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” He moved his hand to cup your cheek, wrist rubbing against your chin.

Then just like that, he was gone. You were far too exhausted to run after him and decided to deal with the consequences of this choice the next day. You could only hope that he wouldn’t do anything too drastic.