I have this AU in mind. Nevermind the details but it goes like this:
Alfred secretely runs a blog in which he posts nudes of himself in stuff like sexy lingerie and with sex toys and IDK but always like with a censored face and he really gets off on the attention too - BUT IT HAS TO BE SECRET AND HIS FACE NEEDS TO BE CENSORED because in college he is like this super popular dude and he is a ladiesman and everything
and then there is Ivan and he is awkward and the weird kid and he has granny-reading glasses and no fashion sense
plus he is hopelessly gay for Alfie’s secret identity and wanks over his nudes.
To make this more creepy this is based on a dream I had.
Also HEY THERE RUSAME TAG YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED WHY DON’T YOU DELIVER IT?
Sexy!Blogger AU - Petrolsocken (written by 213amk)
Ivan eagerly refreshed Tumblr. It was 9:00, which was the usual posting time for his favorite blogger, Ass-Fullof-Fuckin-Al1776. Ivan looked around the empty college dorm room; he was so thankful that his roomate always had club things to do at this time. He impatiently paced around the room, gathering a few things, constantly going back to the laptop to refresh the page. He sat back down on his bed, along with the objects he had collected from around the room, consisting of cucumber scented hand lotion, tissues, and his inhaler nearby, just in case. The clock on his nightstand ticked to 9:01, perfectly in time with his laptop clock (in which Ivan had spent at least 30 minutes perfecting) and the young, hormone driven college student began to grow impatient. He went to the wooden door at the far end of the room, locking himself away in room 324.
Alfred rushed back to his dorm, his heavy book bag not doing much to hold back his athletic body. He pushed his glasses up on his nose as he pushed the door open to his dorm building, making his way to the elevator.
“Oh, hello, Alfred~” a girl cooed as he pressed himself against the wall, waiting for the elevator to come pick him up. Another girl joined her, cooing at him also, saying something about football practice, and how the team was definitely going to win all their games with Al on the team. He didn’t really know what they were saying, he wasn’t paying attention. The blond jumped into the elevator as the metallic doors slid open beside him. Impatiently pressing the 3 button, he bounced on his heels, pulling his phone out of his pocket, turning it off, not needing anymore interruptions. His feet pounded against the ground loudly as he rushed down the hallway, quickly pulling out his key, locking himself up in room 325.
Ivan groaned slightly. That stupid jock was running around in the hallways again. He was so obnoxious. The F5 button was nearly worn out on Ivan’s cheap laptop by now. He decided he could pass the time by looking through all of Al’s other pictures. His lip stung from where he bit it, biting it the same way he did every night. He felt his khakis start to become tight as he surfed through days of dirty pictures of his anonymous idol.
The blond quickly started to strip from his clothes, blinking at himself in the mirror as he pulled his shoes off. He pulled off his clothes, preparing himself for his nightly ritual.
Ivan clicked back to his dashboard, having gotten through multiple days of pictures. “Goodness gracious,” Ivan said (Ivan didn’t swear), “What could possibly be taking him so long?” A blush tinged his cheeks as he glanced down at his lap. “I’m getting impatient.” He refreshed his dashboard. Excitement filled Ivan’s body as he noticed that familiar username on the top of his dashboard. The picture attached was a fully clothed one, the head and face censored as always. The person on the screen was wearing dark-washed jeans, a green t-shirt, a necklace with a cross for a pendant, and a letterman jacket, the school crest covered up by the wearer’s hand. Ivan eagerly refreshed the page, moving the laptop off of his lap so he could pull his khakis off, pressing the F5 button with his free hand as he worked his way out of his pants.
Alfred grinned slightly as his dashboard filled up with likes on his pictures, his inbox exploding with messages. He scrolled through the messages, all of them complimenting him and begging him to take his clothes off. He noticed that one user who always sent him messages, and never had any eyes on his emoticons. He uploaded the next picture, pretty much the same one as before, but lacking jeans this time, revealing dark red, lacy panties, a garter underneath them, connected to some loose fitting tights. The photo was captioned “We’re taking things one photo at a time tonight, guys~ ;9”
The F5 button almost could not keep up with Ivan’s excitement. A new picture came up of the man in the same pose as before, the head not in the picture as always, although this one was different, as he wasn’t wearing pants. This pushed Ivan to pull his sweater off. His grandmother had made it for him, and he did not want to make a mess of it, because messes tended to happen with him. Ivan fixed his glasses back on his face, leaning back toward the screen so he could see a bit better, and continued to refresh the page. Eventually, a new picture came up, the face cut off as always. The picture was the same as before, but now without a shirt. The letterman jacket still hid most of the man’s chest.
Alfred chewed on his lip slightly, going through and publishing questions from people, without even bothering to answer them, just showing off how popular he was to the internet. Being so popular and liked filled his body with excitement, all of that excitement starting to travel south as he continued to strip, watching himself in the camera as he did so, shamelessly getting turned on by his own body. He was finally down to just lingerie, the letterman jacket falling to the floor. He ran his hands over his chest, the fine lace of the womanly bralette he wore tickling his sensitive nipples. He posted another picture, moving the focus down to the bulge that was becoming more and more noticeable in his underwear.
Ivan whimpered softly as another picture was posted, the other man now really exposing himself. He managed to work his way out of his boxer-briefs, carelessly tossing them to the floor, his left hand taking control of the keyboard as he started to squirt lotion into his right hand. A small gasp escaped his lips as he placed his palm against his erection, his hand starting to slowly move along his length as he moved to fullscreen mode on his computer, enlarging the picture of Al.
Alfred took a bit of time to tease himself as he finally sat down on his bed, the laptop stationed between his legs. He opened his inbox, which was now overflowing with compliments and pleas to continue quickly. His hand started to massage his member through his thin underwear, a small bead of precum leaving a mark on the front, which was now stretched out due to his erection. He took a picture and posted it.
F5 after F5 after F5. Ivan waited impatiently for Al to post another picture. He knew that at this point, Al was probably taking care of himself, but that couldn’t help him being impatient. The man heaved a sigh of relief as a new picture came up on his dash. Seeing the man on the screen turned on only made him more turned on, and he started to pump his virgin member faster, only stopping to get a bit more lotion in his hand, or to hesitantly reach for his inhaler, not sure whether he really needed it or not.
Alfred spread a bit of lube into his palm as he pulled his panties off, allowing his dick freedom from the confines of underwear. He snapped a quick picture of his member at attention and posting it before getting along with his business, stroking himself, snapping a picture or two in the process, knowing that people liked the “mid-wank” shots. He managed to post a couple as he continued, although all he was interested in by now was going back to read all those comments.
Ivan felt as if he was about to burst. His left hand pressed the F5 key in time with his right, which was going to work at pumping his member. His hips rocked eagerly up into his hand as he imagined that it was not his hand causing him this pleasure, but the ass of the anonymous man online. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for that. He bit down on his lip, his eyes stinging as he draws a bit of blood, and groans, attempting to keep himself quiet as picture after picture of Al masturbating filled his dash. He could feel a tension starting to build up inside him, the feeling all too familiar to him. Before he knew it, his dam was about to break. He quickly grabbed for a tissue, although it was too late. It was always too late. He had made a mess of himself yet again. He really needed to work on his timing. His face was flushed red, and he used the tissue in his hand to quickly wipe the semen from his chest. “Flipping asthma,” he wheezed slightly as he took a few puffs from his inhaler, trying to calm down his lungs.
Alfred could feel himself getting close. He had stopped posting pictures, his left hand was now occupied with fingering himself as his right hand moved astoundingly fast against his erection, his hips bucking up in need as he climaxed, making a mess of himself on purpose, sighing heavily as he finished. He took a picture of the mess he made, and then another, and posted them online, the last one captioned “Night guys~ Gonna go shower now!”
Ivan gathered his stuff up as he left his dorm room. He had cleaned up all the mess he had made on the bed, he put the lotion and the tissues back. He put everything back like it was supposed to be. Now all he had to do was shower, and he’d be done for the night. He stepped out of his dorm at the same time as his floormate Alfred did. This happened a lot, actually. What a coincidence, Ivan always always thought. He noticed Alfred roll his eyes at him, and he rolled his eyes back. Ivan really did not care of Alfred, he was stuck up and self obsessed. Equally, Alfred was not very fold of Ivan. Ivan was too much a nobody. They both headed off towards the dorm showers, not saying anything to each other as they walked down the hallway. Alfred had a habit of keeping his body hidden, despite his egocentric personality. Only when he was still getting ready for his shower, and Alfred had been scared out of the shower by a large bug did Ivan get to see Alfred’s naked body. He only caught a glimpse of it though, as Alfred quickly called Ivan a queer before hiding away in the next bug-free stall. Ivan thought he must have just been seeing things, because Alfred’s body looked so similar to the one of the man online. It must’ve just been a coincidence, he thought.
After his shower, Ivan went back into his dorm, still thinking about how much Alfred looked like the man online. He started going back through the pictures, looking at the letterman jacket. The man made sure to keep the crest covered up while he was wearing it, but he seemed to have completely forgotten about it after taking it off. Ivan zoomed in on the picture, adjusting his glasses as he tried to focus on the crest on the front of the jacket. “No flippin’ way,” Ivan said as he recognized his school’s crest. The obnoxious, jock Alfred that slept across the hallway was the same man he had been getting off to for months and months now, almost every single night. Ivan shut his laptop. He considered telling Alfred, but he decided he’d much rather just remain anonymous.
“Who knows, maybe one day I could start my own sexy blog one day,” Ivan said to himself as he layed down to sleep.