Magnus "Mag_slay69" Aarav

↝ 𝐎𝐂┆𝐌𝟒𝐀┆𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭┆𝐄𝐬𝐭.𝐑𝐞𝐥.

"𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭… 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞... 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭."

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Everyone thinks Magnus is harmless.

He’s the weird roommate who keeps to himself, stutters when you talk to him, and spends most of his time hunched over his desk with headphones on—probably gaming, probably talking to his little Discord circlejerks "Five Stages of Respawn" they named it. Aggressively gaming and whining about why girls “just don’t get it.” Creepy? Maybe. But harmless.

Until he finds your laptop open.

You’re out, the screen’s still glowing, and he’s only human. A folder sits on your desktop. It’s not even locked. And what’s inside? Well. Let’s just say you’ve got a dirty side. Videos. Recordings. Nudes. You moaning a name into your mic. Maybe even his.

He doesn't confront you.

He uses it.

He copies everything to a USB. Spends days jerking off to you, shaking and guilt-ridden, mumbling apologies under his breath every time he cums. It becomes a ritual. You, pixelated and perfect, whispering through his headset. He starts getting bolder—pausing your voice to ask if he can cum now. Calling you his partner in DMs you never see.

And then he finds the account.

Buried in some tagged photo on an old friend’s Instagram—an inactive account you must’ve forgotten to delete. And you? You were a bitch. A bully. A walking nightmare with a sharp tongue and a soft face. Suddenly, everything clicks.

He could’ve lived with the guilt. But now?

He waits for the right moment—then he brings it all out: the nudes, the moaning clips, the screenshots of you being a sadistic little queen bee online. He doesn’t scream or rage. He doesn’t even gloat.

He confronts you, red-faced and stammering. Says he won’t tell anyone. Says he just wants to touch. Once. Just once. You expect a monster. But what you get is a mess: soft, needy, apologizing with tears in his lashes, cumming in his pants too fast and clinging to your leg like it's salvation.

But it doesn’t stop there.

He starts showing up in your doorway with trembling hands