random fics about youtubers i enjoy

Stop Ignoring Me

Mcnasty smut, I don't really remember how in depth I go into his description so realistically you can picture him as any Eric you please. I'm still reeling at the information that three faceless dickheads I watch have the same name (Swagger might not but at this point his name is Eric, I don't make the rules) enjoy 😘

Eric had been ignoring me all week. We may only be a few days into the week, but regardless of that fact, he wasn't paying any mind to me. It was starting to feel like his work was more important than me. I had tried everything that normally worked on him. It started off as small things that normally get him to thank me with a hug and kiss, like cooking his favorite food or bringing him water while he's recording. But he was still so absorbed into his work that he would just mumble out a quick, "Thanks," and nothing else. So, in a desperate attempt to get any attention from him, I started doing the things that tend to get him riled up. Sleeping in an oversized tee, preferably his, and a pair of tight short shorts. Cuddling into his back and burying my face into his neck. Brushing my hands softly against his arms and thighs any chance I get. None of it wielded the desired results, I even took a bubble bath and sent him a "soapy titty pic". He's always joking about it but I never take bubble baths. I went out and bought the soap and it still didn't work. I needed to try something new, but what?

I sigh happily as I look at myself in the mirror. The mostly sheer, red fabric hugging my body perfectly. I admired the flower lace detailing, if I looked close enough I could make out embroidered butterflies. The strings that tied in the front added to the overall cute one piece lingerie set. Now to cover up the lingerie. I grab the red hoodie and slip it on over the undergarment. I untuck my hair from under the hoodie and smile at myself in the mirror again. My master plan. I was going to just walk around the house like this and ignore Eric the way he's been ignoring me. I giggle at myself and exit our bedroom. I've been meaning to catch up on some reading lately.

I was laying on the couch, book in hand. My foot laid flat against the cushion with my knee folded up in the air, my other leg propped on my knee. In all honesty, I had nearly forgotten that this was all some plot to receive attention from Eric. This book was really interesting. I heard his office door open and close, he was walking to the kitchen. As he walked past the couch he noticed I was there and quickly said, "Hey, babe." I nod in acknowledgment. I quickly flip onto my stomach, hoping that maybe he'd see my mostly exposed ass. The hoodie even rode up slightly. I heard his footsteps rush past the couch again but before he could bound up the stairs, his movements stopped. His eyes were burning into me, I could feel it. I started to swing my legs upward, maybe he'd get the hint. I heard him huff and rush back up the stairs.

This whole master plan thing wasn't working out too well for me. I had finished the book I was reading and opted to play whatever games I had on my Switch. My legs were thrown over the back on the couch, the top of my head brushing against the floor. Playing upside down adds an extra challenge. The hoodie I was wearing was barely covering me at this point, my entire abdomen was exposed. Not that it mattered, Eric was obviously too busy with work to even ask about what I'm wearing. Or the reason why. His office door opens and closes again, he rushes down the stairs and past me again. He stops completely again, his eyes boring holes into me. That same huff from before and his movements continued. I roll my eyes, why even try anymore?

I zoned out and focused on the game I was playing, I didn't even notice the building of a human looming over me. His fingers graze against my bare knee, my leg twitches but I don't dare look at him. A chuckle leaves him, "What are you wearing?" I shrug, "Clothes." His feathery touch brushed up the side of my thigh. Bumps raised on my skin where his fingers touched, I kept my eyes on the screen in front of me. My face was heating up as the pads of his fingers firmly pressed into the soft skin of my thigh, "Oh, okay." I could hear the smirk in his voice, I still wasn't going to chance a glance up at him though. His fingers slipped off of my skin, I bit my bottom lip. I didn't want him to go, this is what I had been yearning for all week.