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stoner vi and what sheâs like when sheâs high
athlete vi au and her reaction to you going to her games
what vi is like when she has a crush on reader like a massive one
PAIRING vi x fem!reader
TYPE headcanons
SYNOPSIS what vi is like when she has a major crush on reader (friends to lovers)
NOTES i will complete the other two prompts on a seperate post. not beta read!
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She loves the way you laugh, and though she may not admit it in the early stages of tour friendship, sheâll often do things to try to make you laugh.
In group settings she is often seen by your side. You both are inseparable in times of happiness, preferring to share it with one another.
Vi is a big listener, and loves to hear you talk. Though, sometimes she finds her mind adrift as she gazes at your face as you speak animatedly about a subject. In these moments, her mind is blank, but there is an overwhelming feeling of affection and appreciation towards you.
When she focuses back on the conversation after youâve asked her a direct question, she quickly flounders. She thinks that her excuse as to why she wasnât listening is enough to tide you over, but thereâs a certain glint in your eyes when you contemplate why she started spluttering. Your fixed stare at her is almost enough to make this cycle repeat again.
Vi is a very physical person, always having a hand on your shoulder or arm, holding your hand in hers, or absentmindedly playing with your fingers.
She sometimes feels guilty/anxious about this physical aspect of herself though; throughout her life, fighting has been at the forefront of her mind, so to finally be at peace is a strange headspace to be in. Sometimes youâll walk too quietly or turn a corner to quickly and she flinches, her fists clenched in instilled preparation. Itâll take a while, but she eventually unlearns these habits and exists in a more serene state, where she doesnât have to be constantly vigilant.
Vi loves that sheâs able to talk about stupid shit with you; what qualifies as a soup, what a hypothetical second winter would look like, whether cherry tomatoes are inherently evil, etc. The both of you could discuss for hours without tiring, even though youâd eventually talk in circles. Itâs never a dull moment with you.
Viâs love language is acts of service. She realizes her feelings towards you are more than just a crush when you surprise her with something seemingly small, be it a cute note or an offer to help her with errands.
Although she has a reputation of being a smug cocky bastard (affectionate), itâs mostly a bluff. When it comes down to it, sheâs a very gentle and careful lover. After realizing the extent of her feelings towards you, she tries gauging your reaction by âsubtlyâ being more affectionate.
In the end though, itâs actually you who initiates the romance between you two. Months down the line, sheâll ask you how you knew she liked you. Youâll then laugh, a very boisterous and happy sound, and sheâll store that memory with her like a picture in a wallet.
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Wish my friend could just send a message like "Hope things have been going okay" or whatever instead of "Where have you been? Where did you go? Why aren't you talking to me? WHAT HAPPENED???" etc.
#I just don't like feeling like my space is being invaded if that makes sense#my 'conversations' with her are like... mostly her asking questions#like the last message she sent was four questions and only one sentence that was like 'I noticed you haven't messaged me in a month'#you can't just say 'let me know if you want to talk' or something less forceful than what literally feels like an interrogation?#like there's a difference between regular 'hi it's been a while. everything still fine?' etc.#and... that#I feel uncomfortable opening up to her because she is always telling me to do shit that isn't helpful#like 'just quit your job and call the police and run away from home!'#yeah because that totallyyyyyyy wouldn't just add more problems to my life (sarcasm)#she's just so fucking intrusive?#and she lives in her own bubble lol#and now that she has a bf/fiancĂ©/whatever she wants to call him she's doubly annoying now#like okay girlie go spend time with him then!#why do you need to be up my ass all the time đ#ughhhh
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#im sorry communism daddy disneyâs dick is just too enticing#i was gonna do a bunch of these but then i realized i am gonna Die at my lectures tomorrow if i do#this is like late uni AU like year four of med school and joy has been involved in a bunch of student activities and is like#a Well Known Presence#a term or two above anx#and anx had a Giant like celebrity crush on her but like could not even conceptualize them i. a conversation like in her mind this is like#idk kristen stewart hot gay gets-shit-done undeniable main character socially intelligent#and sometime year four she ends up in anx class and like Immediately has a friend group bc she knows everyone but also Immediately HATESanx#bc anx asks a lot of questions and wants to make sure she gets things right but is also just an Intense people pleaser#joy mostly dislikes that she disrupts the flow of the lecture. but they get into arguments in assigned discussion groups and that#NEVER happens for joy (actually it does a lot but itâs usually easier for her to defend her self-righteousness)#eventually she has a breakdown after a hospital placement bc she has some Serious issues w OCD and had to redo a whole term#they never really start ti hang out. but they do have wayy too unfiltered conversations in the maternity ward breakroom at 4am#art tag#inside out#io2#joyxiety#i know it sucks but im fucking knackered#inside out joy#inside out anxiety
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i've been here for less than 2 days and i'm already exhausted by this household.
#lily talks#my aunt............................#shows up at random times and expects you to drop everything to be entertained#which is mostly just her asking a question and then immediately changing the topic to something she wants to say the moment you reply#i absolutely can't#it's so exhausting#and if that weren't enough she fully expects me to show up in her flat unannouced as well#sorry but i will not#it makes me so uncomfortable#just waltzing in like hello i'm here#i cannot#the one thing my uncle and i have in common is that we're both very very introverted and awkward at making conversation and he's on vacatio#meaning it'd be the two of us uncomfortably sitting in the living room with my aunt lmao#no thank you#i just want to have some peace and quiet but that is too much to ask for in this house#i just want to sit in the garden watching birds#do not approach#do not talk to me
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Batboy Meets Batfam
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"Relax Batty, it's just one dinner." Dick parked the car inside the Wayne family manor's garage.
"But I hate billionaires. Can't we just go to Batburger and go home." Danny whined slumping in his seat.
"What's so bad about it? He's your grandfather now." Dick asked.
"The last billionaire I met was the only other of my kind. And he was awful. Tried to kill me, clone me, marry my mom, kill my dad, ruined my life. That last one was something he achieved." Danny's wings materilized and wrapped around him as he sulked.
"I know it's hard Danny and I can't promise no one will ever try to hurt you like that again but I can promise I'll stick by you. I can also promise to kick the butt of anyone who tries messing with you." Dick said ruffing Danny's black hair that popped out from under his leathery wings.
"Still don't wanna go." As Danny said this he began to shrink.
Dick sighed, he had learned recently that Danny was a shifter of some kind. It was useful to hide his identity but he would also use it to get out of doing things. When Dick told Danny to clean his room or study Danny would shrink to the size of a toddler and say "Im baby" to get out of it. Dick is ashamed to admit that he's let Danny get away with it because baby bat pictures are precious and worth their weight in gold. He has a wallet full of pictures now.
But Dick has to put his foot down this time.
"Danny being little won't get you out of this. Do you really want to meet your new family like this?" Dick asked.
Danny huffed and turned in his now ill-fitting hoodie the size of a 3-year-old.
"Alright come on." Dick gave up scooping the toddler-sized teen under one arm and walking into the manor. "Alfred still has Bruce's old baby clothes somewhere."
"Ahh!"Danny yelped.
"What? Don't want that? If you show up as a baby, they will think you are one. You know Tim Drake is going to be there. He's going to be in the same school as you. Do you want him to think you're a baby?" Dick said holding the kid at eye level.
In surrender, Danny grew back to his normal size.
Dinner was oddly quite as everyone studied Danny closely.
Barbara was the least concerned as he talked about work with Dick and pushed Danny a bowl of strawberry salad. She wanted good aunt points. Danny would love her the most.
Cassie studied Danny's features. It was almost creepy how much he looked like Dick. She'd believe it if Dick was his biological father. Except for the eyes. Danny had a very particular eye color they were blue in the center but kind of had a green ring on the iris. The condition was called central heterochromia and it's rare.
Damian wasn't glaring like he usually would. He looked almost wide-eyed at Danny but remained silent.
Jason was absent as always apparently he was moved by Dick's announcement.
Then again Danny was supposed to be a surprise.
Tim and Danny seem to strike a cord immediately. Danny despite how silly he was the teen was very intelligent. Tim wasn't as subtle as he wish, mostly because Danny cornered him in conversation.
"So you're more used to living in a small town?" Tim smiled politely.
"Hmm? I didn't say that exactly. I said Im just new to the city." Danny responded.
"So you're from a different city? Metro or Star?"
"Neither, It's nowhere you'd know. Not really notable."
"You're going to be family soon, of course i want to know."
They went back and forth for a while. Tim was probably irritated after finding nothing about Danny's identity. And that meant Bruce was probably suspicious as well. Dick had to bet that Bruce's overactive paternal instincts would overwrite his need to investigate.
"So Danny, have you heard of the new vigilante in Bludhaven? The one they call Batboy?"Bruce asked wiping his mouth with a napkin as he ate.
This was the question Danny was waiting for.
"Of course! Have you seen the pictures on social media! Everyone is talking about him. Like, he has wings like a bat. Do you know what I'd do to get that power?! I mean he's not Superman but come on its so cool. We don't have metas-Is that what you call them? Yeah, metas. We don't have them where I'm from so I didn't think I'd ever met one. Dick said he met him the last time he saw Nightwing and promised to get me a picture but he didn't and he said he forgot." Danny put on a pretty convincing fanboy routine.
"I see. So Dick told you he's friends with Nightwing?" Bruce probed.
"He didn't need to tell me. Nightwing found me after I ended up in Bludhaven. I was pretty banged up and he parched me up and took me to the police station. I tried to leave but he told me that Detective Grayson would look out for me." Danny said digging through his salad to pick out the fruit and nuts.
"What about your parents?" Bruce asked softly.
"Bruce," Dick said in warning.
"Its fine...my parents didn't want me anymore. I can't go back. They'd probably kill me. But it doesn't matter anymore, they aren't here." Danny said stiffly feeling uncomfortable for saying a bit of truth.
They say the best way to lie is to have a bit of truth. Danny disagreed. The best way to lie is to have no truth, so they can't tell the difference.
Dick pulled the teen closer as Danny pulled his hands inside this hoodie hiding one of the burn scars on his arm but just enough to show that they were there.
Bruce didn't say another word.
Damian seemed to make his mind up at some point and joined in the conversation.
"Do you eat meat, Nightingale? I've noticed you haven't touched anything with it." Damian sounded oddly cordial.
"Ew, no. I don't eat meat. My friend always said meat was murder and taught me about how evil slaughterhouses were. We once raided a local farm to-oop. I forgot there are detectives at the table. I promise I'm a law-abiding citizen and not an eco-terrorist...anymore." Danny smiled too innocently.
Damian nodded in understanding. They had found common ground. That still doesn't mean he liked Nightingale. But he couldn't fight him since he didn't seem to know anything about their vigilante lifestyle.
Damian had to begrudgingly admit that Danny's presence was welcome. Soothing even.
It didn't matter. He and Drake still had bigger plans. Finding out who this "Batboy" was. They just needed Dick give up some information about the bat metahuman.
Tim had his suspicions that it was Danny but Batboy had stark white hair with black streaks and green eyes. Not to mention wings.
They would have to agree to disagree.
"Danny you have to eat something other than fruit. Eat the rest of the salad." Dick tried to sound stern but caved almost immediately when Danny pretended he didn't hear that.
Bruce internally sighed. Does he step in and help or let Dick figure it out. How does one be a grandpa to a non-vigilante who you can't threaten with no patrols?
*Bonus*
Danny when he see fruit.
#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#dc comics#nightwing#danny fenton#danny phantom#damian wayne#dick grayson#bruce wayne
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growing pains â ellie williams
ellie williams x f reader
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fluff, angst, smut >O<
ellie if nothing bad happened to her ever, childhood friends to acquaintances(?) to lovers, longing, joel is involved, ellie is a DWEEB! but so are you, car sex, classic misunderstandings
to the lovely folks that asked to be tagged, i hope this meets your expectations⊠i am terrified of failing you: @macaroni676 @d3sperationn @g3latin
beta read by @heartofrhea my best friend my apologies for being cringelord
The universe can be so cruel.Â
You sit at the edge of the curb, curling your legs to yourself to feel less vulnerable. Your phone rolls in your hand, tears of frustration prickling at your eyes. You probably shouldâve known better. Wellâ you do know better. That sinking, intuitive feeling had been swirling in the center of your stomach all night, but you had let your desperation and loneliness take ahold of you.Â
You had agreed to go out with some friends and some friends of friends; people you didnât know jackshit about, but hung out with anyway. You had hoped you didnât reek of seclusion too bad, feeling like a wounded animal in a crowd of predators.Â
But your friends and their friends didnât really care. They had pulled away from you in the club, losing you to flashing lights and crowded bodies. You searched up and down, called their names in the dingy bathrooms, and even asked the bartender. No dice; you were here to party alone. Now what was the point of even coming along?
Silly.
You initially opted to order an Uber to just get the fuck off the street already, but heyâ itâs a Friday night and finals are over. The prices listed cost more than six different coffee runs, and thereâs no way youâd be giving those up.Â
Itâs how you end up sitting on the curb and fervently wiping your tears away, cringing when you remember your hands had been touching all the club door handles and god knows what else. You feel dirty, forgotten.Â
You unlock your phone and dim the brightnessâ the stupid thing almost all out of batteryâ and turn to what seems to be a last resort, an option that youâve buried away at the back of your mind for years now.
Pressing your phone to your ear, you canât help but sigh as the line rings repeatedly, almost positive that youâre completely out of luck.Â
It falls silent for a second before thereâs faint rustling on the other side, and a voice so familiar, so painful to hear, questions you softly.Â
âEllie,â you say breathlessly; from fatigue or relief, youâre not sure anymore. âCan you come get me?âÂ
Becoming friends with Ellie Williams was almost too easy.Â
Thatâs just how she is as a person. So easy to be around; her voice and twinkling laugh showing no threat.Â
It began with Mrs. Sullivanâs freshman class seating chart; a table of four with you, Ellie, and two other boys who were too preoccupied with copying off each otherâs notes half the time for you to even remember their names. You mostly kept to yourself as a weird adolescent, the onslaught of teenage hormones and emotions forcing you into your own little world.Â
Ellie, on the other hand, was different. She had noticed the front page cover of Savage Starlight slipped into the front sleeve of your binder, the edges frayed and jagged as if you had actually ripped it off. She was almost offended at the sight of such a careless pull, but found the emotion wavering once she realized you read the comics just like her.Â
âHey! No way!â she had exclaimed with a growing smile, her eyes lit up. She had half a mind to just reach over and take your binder, fingers skimming over the glossy cover. She stopped herself mid-way, mind racing before she asked with just as much glee, âCan I see? I donât think Iâve been able to get ahold of that edition yet.âÂ
Your short-lived conversations about Savage Starlight began to transform into lunchroom giggle sessions and bike rides on the way home. She was so easy to fall into; it was almost like she had a part of herself that was reserved just for you, eager for your arrival.
The thing about your dynamic was that it was so intricately woven over time, each thread of yourself intertwining with her own as you came to know each other better. Unabashed adoration and excitement with every laugh, with every moment of eye contact across the classroom and dinner table at home: a twinkle of unwavering youth and closeness.
And the thing was, when it came to you, Ellie was not prideful at all. She would openly admit any given moment that there had to be a hole in her heart that was in the shape of you. The two of you fit so nicely in each otherâs lives, slipping into a familiar rhythm that almost seemed karmic, even at such a young age. While you were surrounded by other girls your age navigating their own pent up emotions and typical coming-of-age realizations, turning against each other and whispering dirty secrets, Ellie only seemed to cling onto youâ hanging onto your every word with sincerity and trust.
It didnât take long before Ellie began to invite you over to sleepovers, which was new territory for both her and Joel. He was already a little awkward as-is, navigating life with a teenage girl who had the same foul mouth and temperament as he.
So when you came around, greeting him with little smiles and kind language, he couldnât help but feel his heart sway in relief, happy that Ellie has someone like you in her life.Â
Youâd tumble off your bikes, leaving them strewn across the front yard, crushing the grass he labored so hard over. But he didnât mind, relieved to see the two of you arrive in one piece, losing yourself in video game releases and comic book pages as you both sat in her bedroom.Â
Joel became a sort of fly on the wall for you two, ever-present as you were fairly comfortable in their home. Tuning the both of you in and out, listening closely for anything that may alarm him (which, never happened). Sitting across the both of you at the dinner table, serving up a quick and easy bowl of Hamburger Helper to you two. Heâd glance at the two of you from under his eyelashes, watching how either you or Ellie would lean into each other as you splayed out homework sheets on the table, muttering to each other in curiosity. The two of you may have been better off sharing a single chair, heâd think to himself in amusement.Â
Again, your presence in Ellieâs life and in his home never worried him. It became routine for him as well, watching the two of you bike up the block together almost every day after school.Â
One hot summer afternoon, he stood on the porch, prying off the entrance screen door in an attempt to replace it, the critters from the greenbelt nearby winning at their efforts to nibble away at the material.Â
From afar, he could hear the growing sound of your chattering, your bike chains clicking repeatedly as you breezed down the sidewalk. He glanced over his shoulder, watching as you two fought amicably, reaching out to each other in a playful attempt to push the other off their bike. He chuckled to himself and turned his gaze back to the screen door, fingers prying at the edges.Â
Behind him, Ellie reached a little too far to the side, fingers brushing against your arm before she toppled over sideways off her bike. She collapsed with a laugh-yelp, swearing at you in a way that made you burst out laughing, your shoes dragging across the concrete to stop your bike.Â
You hopped off your seat, carelessly letting it fall to the side as you approached Ellie, laughing at her as she pushed herself off the ground.Â
âYou idiot,â you breathed out in between laughs, nearly folding in on yourself as the incident repeated in your mind.Â
âDude!â she scolded lightheartedly, trying to feign annoyance, and of course failing. She stuck out her arm to show you a deep scrape right above her elbow. âThis shit burns.âÂ
You caught your breath and stepped closer, eyeing the scrape. It was rather gnarly, and you inwardly winced at yourself knowing it was probably going to scab horribly.
âDamn,â you muttered to yourself, holding her arm and twisting it to get a better look. Joel eyed the way you two interacted, pulling away from his task as he glimpsed the bloody splotch on Ellieâs elbow.Â
From where he was, he couldnât exactly make out the words that you two exchanged, your voices lowered significantly. From the look of it, you were offering an apology. He didnât catch the way you smiled up at her apologetically, but he was positive that his mind wasnât playing tricks on him when you leaned in and placed a harmless, healing kiss onto her arm, right above the scrape.
It was, in reality, lighthearted and childish. A testament to your playfulness, your eagerness to please Ellieâs heart.Â
And although Ellie didnât realize it, there was a flicker of emotion that crossed her face. A change in her eyes; in the way that she looked at you. It flew over your head, too; busy smiling up at her, pulling her closer with the strength of the sunâs gravity.Â
But Joel noticed. He caught this sudden change, this glimmer on Ellieâs face. He felt the complexities of youth and new emotion washing over him again, a short chuckle leaving his lips as he turned away, focusing back on fixing the screen door.Â
Later that night, he pulled Ellie aside.Â
âHey, kid. Iâm gonna need you to keep the door open when sheâs around, alright?â
âWhat?â Ellie asked, utterly oblivious. A look of distaste flittered across her features.Â
He was trying to remain as nonchalant as possible, knowing all too well that if he pushed too hard or looked too stern, Ellie would just defy him out of her own stubborn nature. He folded some blankets over the couch, eyes avoiding hers. âJust keep it open, Ellie.âÂ
She groaned in annoyance and threw her head back, hands falling to her sides. She looked truly exasperated, confused with this sudden change in house rules.Â
That night, as the door remained cracked open, Joel walked by Ellieâs bedroom to sort some towels in the hallway closet. His ears picked up her frustrated tone; ââŠwants me to leave the door open now. Never heard of a rule as stupid as that, but whatever.âÂ
You giggled calmly, then fell silent for a second. âItâs okay. My mom has that rule too, for my brother and his girlfriend.âÂ
And he could almost hear the way Ellieâs face scrunched up, a confused groan escaping her again. She failed to reply, and the topic at hand was dropped as soon as you leaned over to her and showed her a page from a new comic, rambling on about how the plot hole in this series was diabolical.Â
He silently walked away, mind wandering as he tried to think about how to approach this blooming situation, a flicker of both hope and protection illuminating in his chest.Â
It was junior year of high school when the foundation of your friendship began to split, allowing something else to slip into it. Something sneaky, deceitful, something that constantly rendered you speechless and warm.Â
You no longer rode your bikes or shared comic books; you were much too old for that now! Ellie had just gotten her license, a little too eager to drive Joelâs old beat up truck around with you in the passenger seat. And, of course, the both of you felt like true teenagers when you finally got phones.
You sat on Ellieâs bed, your knees pulled to your chest as you scrolled through your timeline. You giggled at random collages of pictures and videos, occasionally showing your screen to Ellie in hopes that she would laugh with you.Â
She sat on the other end of the bed, a rolled joint held delicately in her fingers. Joel wasnât home, and her bedroom door was closed. The walls of her bedroom trapped the both of you with the smell of it, but you were slowly learning to not mind it as much.Â
When you first received a phone, you found yourself diving into social media, trying to keep up with this sudden boom of a new language, new jokes, new form of communication. Ellie, on the other hand, never touched her phone. If she was using it, it was probably because she was texting you. She refused to engage with any social media at all, meaning you had to sit and explain new jokes and trends to her. Sometimes, sheâd try her hand at new lingo or an ongoing joke, but failed so miserably each time that youâd roll over her bedsheets in laughter.Â
She pressed the joint to her lips, eyes lazy as she looked at you with longing. The brightness from your screen illuminated your face, emphasizing every beauty mark and freckle.Â
âHey,â she started, voice low. âCâmere.âÂ
You looked up at her in curiosity, putting your phone down. Your eyes stayed trained on her as you scooted closer, the sides of your legs pressing against hers.Â
She wasnât sure if it was the smoke or the way that you peered up at her that made the center of her body feel warm. She tilted her head away from you as she exhaled, the smoke clouding the space between you two; your heart thundered in your chest.Â
âAlmost done,â she promised, voice only a little raspy. âMissed you; that thing is hoarding all your attention.â The corners of her mouth twitched.Â
âIs not!â you defended, shoving her shoulder with your own. âIâm right here.âÂ
âYeah,â she began, her hand coming up to tap at your head playfully. âBut youâre not here. Letâs do something; been wanting to play a few rounds of that old zombie game.â
It was how you end up pressed into each otherâs sides, hollering and giggling at the tiny TV screen on her bedroom dresser. You played erratically, your fingers relying on nonsensical button smashing to survive. Ellie had to constantly revive you every five minutes, but never mentioned it.Â
She missed the way you squealed in anticipation with every new round that started, your eyes wide as you spoke with a constant smile. And, maybe it was from her high, but she was a little too intent in the way that she watched you, her mind feeling far away as she memorized every crevice of your face from the side.Â
âEllie!â you scolded, bringing her out of her daze. âNo way you already died, the round just started!âÂ
She turned her attention back to the screen, scoffing as her player screen was black and white, her character eye-level with the ground.Â
âDamn,â she muttered, surprised that she let herself slack off for so long. Too lost in your side profile, the dip of your lips, the way your lashes fluttered in surprise when a zombie attacked you in-game.Â
Your character raced towards her, shooting around sloppily before you pressed the buttons to revive her. Her hand found itself on the top of your thigh, right above your knee. Perhaps it was the fogginess of her mind, or a newfound boldness that spurts through her; but she squeezed at your leg, her eyes stuck on the screen. âThanks,â she says a little too nonchalantly, like that was completely normal.Â
You swallowed thickly, your own movements faltering. There was a red ring forming around your player screen, indicating that you were being ruthlessly attacked.Â
She snickered, her voice playful. âFocus.âÂ
The two of you kept on, your mind instead slipping up and focusing a little too hard on the way she touched you.Â
It was senior year when that particular, sneaky something begins to widen the cracks in your relationship. A feeling that blurred your vision, blurred your mind. A feeling that made it impossible to correctly decipher whatever it was that Ellie was going through, and the two of you began to fall apart.Â
It mostly started when Ellie got a job at a skate shop. For the most part, it was relaxed, her days consisting of seeing the same people come and go for wheels and decks. But it meant that she had less time to spend with you.Â
Initially, she would use every single day off to see you. To invite you over or to laze around on your fluffy duvet, listening to you ramble about your nervousness as graduation was approaching. She would take you out, spoil you rotten with the excitement of her new paychecks, saying fuck all to saving any money.Â
And in reality, you didnât care about the way she spoiled you; granted, it was nice and certainly made your heart beat a certain way, but you mostly valued that she made the effort to see you still. Exchanging silent words and looks across the classroom was no longer sufficing your yearning heart.Â
Months passed and Ellie started to become a little bit more focused on balancing school and work; she was set on saving as college approaches, and you figured that the prospect of growing up had changed her. She was set on a college, set on astrophysics, set on buying Joel some land and maybe, hopefully, spoiling you some more in a few years down the lineâŠ
But she was maybe a little too caught up in it. She saw you less and less, accidentally channeling her friendly energy to her coworkers. And while you knew there was nothing wrong with that, you couldnât help the bitter taste that rested on your tongue when she constantly brought up the names of others that youâd heard of countless times. A part of you wanted to turn to her, ask her so pathetically, why canât you do the same with me?
You started to really feel like you were losing her when you finally got the chance to sit in her room again, the both of you babbling about what you think college will look like. At first, the comfort of her poster-covered walls and space trinkets settled your restless heart, and you had felt at home with her again.Â
It wasnât until she slipped away to use the restroom, leaving her phone on her bed. The screen illuminated as it buzzed once, twiceâ three times. You shouldâve left it alone, thinking maybe it was Joel warning her heâd be late from work. But you leaned over anyway, reading over the text on the screen.
For one, it was a coworker. You recognized the name on the notification; and for some reason, when you realized it was from the only other girl at her workplace, a horrible feeling nestled into your stomach.Â
And then you couldnât help the minor feeling of betrayal as you realized they had been messaging each other on a social media platform; one of the many things Ellie swore up and down that sheâd stay away from.Â
You didnât even follow her on there. She never told you.Â
Itâs silly, you thought. Ellie can do whatever she pleased. But this new turn of events, this tiny thing that was still so out of character; the foundation between you two felt almost completely severed.Â
Weeks passed from that day and you them found yourself pulling away. The both of you were accepted into the same college, but you couldnât even find it in yourself to feel excited. Ellie begged you to fill out your housing papers on time so that the two of you could be roommates, but you purposefully procrastinated. You werenât sure you could handle such close proximity with her anymore.Â
It was with this that the gap between the both of you widened. She didnât drive you home anymore; it was time to put your own license to use. You two no longer exchanged knowing looks across the room, and you sure as hell didnât share dinner with Joel anymore, either. You started to forget the exact layout of her bedroom.Â
Graduation came and went; you spent it in solitude, not really counting the presence of your family members. Ellie did race up to you and gave you a bone crushing hug, nose burying into your hair, but you were so caught up in it all that you didnât reciprocate it.Â
It was another one of those minor things that widened the gap, made her step away from you both physically and emotionally.Â
Even when Joel offhandedly mentioned that heâd be okay with helping you move into your dorm, Ellie made up some excuse on the fly; saying your brother had it covered. She hadnât even asked you.
So, just like that, summer passed in a blink. You spent your days curled up in your bed, wallowing. Ellie spent it trying to distract herself, losing herself in the presence of coworkers-turned-close-friends. You shamefully stalked her social media, tears pricking at your eyes as she posted places and things that seem so fun, so far away. Places and things that you wouldâve liked.Â
What hurt more was the constant questioning from your family. Whereâs Ellie? Whatâs she up to?
Hell if you knew. Youâd been relying on her story highlights for snippets of her life, and even then they were still so vague. Scenery, music, her guitar. Someone elseâs hands holding a deck of cards, videos with incessant giggling in the background. God, you were almost sickly with both wanting and loneliness.Â
And, just like that, it was freshman year again. This time, there was no seating chart. No binder for you to slip comic book covers into. No comfort of hopping on your bike and riding home with the only person that matters at your side.Â
You were in some sort of emotional purgatory. Your mind blank as you walked around campus, as you stared at your laptop screen in the dead of night, body aching as you slumped over and completed your coursework. The excitement and late nights that you and Ellie had planned were nowhere to be found.Â
On the other hand, Ellie busied herself so much, she found that she almost forgot you. Almost.Â
Burying herself into her homework, mind trying its hardest to wrap around these new concepts. Partying, though she wasnât not really there. Smoking some, drinking some. It all still felt lonely.Â
She was enjoying this new group of friends, but they didnât amount to the certain someone that still had their shape, their initials carved into the center of her heart. It was almost unbearable to exist without you; the two of you blending into each other so well, she still found herself saying things the way you didâ the intonation, the little lingo, the mannerisms. Your existence was embedded into her own, folding over into her psyche so compact-tight, she knew she could never escape you.Â
Ellie assumed that now, at this point, it was about carrying you in her soul even though you were no longer around. The beauty of this life; sheâd lost you, but not entirely. Your personality reflecting in her own no matter what, no matter how hard she tried. Her existence was a testament to your ownâ someoneâs been here. Someoneâs loved me.Â
Weeks passed. Months passed. The both of you constantly shuffling across the same campus, yet never running into each other. Your text messages now buried underneath more recent threads, your shared playlist long forgotten and neglected.Â
Winter break hit and the loneliness bit just as much as the cold. When Ellie returned home, she noticed her old bike in the garage, propped up against storage bins, the tires flat. When you returned home, you came back to photos of the both of you, pinned to your wall. Your breath stuttered in your throat as you took them down, throwing them into a box in your closet.Â
At the same time, yet separately, the both of you traversed new grounds, and odd fucked up forms of grief. Being in your own space yet running into things that reminded you of someone that you wanted the most. And it wasnât not like they were gone; yet the both of you let go, deciding that somehow, it was for the better.Â
The cycle repeated as the seasons changed. Instead of actually moving on, the both of you just somehow got better at repressing your emotions and acting like nothing happened. Occasionally reflecting on your friendship in a daydream, and then reminding yourself that somehow, it just wasnât meant to be. It was time to move onâ she was never yours.Â
Itâs summer now, the end of junior year. Ellieâs at her friendâs place, sipping on a poorly made drink as they play card games and tune into a new season of a trending series. Sheâs cross-legged on the floor, smiling to herself as her friends talk over each other, slamming the cards down on the coffee table and trying to warp the rules in their own favor. Itâs fun, and itâs easy to sit back and watch everything unfold.Â
She feels her phone in her back pocket vibrating; assuming itâs Joel just checking up on her, she gets up and excuses herself, slipping out the back porch door.Â
When she reaches for her phone, her heart nearly stops beating altogether. In fact, sheâs sure it does, as her stomach suddenly twists in confusion and pain, a small cough leaving her lips as she tries to collect herself. Your name shines on her screen as you call, and sheâs so sure sheâs hallucinating (the hell was in that drink?) until she swallows her surprise and answers.Â
And there you are. Breathless, exhausted. Immediately, she knows. Despite it being so long, despite the fact that sheâs not entirely sure she knows you anymore, she still recognizes the tone in your voice, recognizes that you needed her.Â
âWhere are you?â she blurts before you can finish your sentence, her body automatically pacing around. âSend me the address.âÂ
Youâre apologetic, sounding defeated on the other side. You tell her over and over again, Iâm sorry.
Thereâs weight behind the way you say it, like youâre apologizing for something more. Like youâre counting all those times you shut her out, the times you let her slip through your fingers. Itâs weak and shaky, but Ellie doesnât bring it up. Sheâs too busy slipping on her shoes, keys dangling from her fingers as she mouths to her friends that sheâll see them later.Â
She stays with you on the phone the entire time she drives over to get you. She asks, over and over again, if youâre okay and in a safe area, and your heart twists with guilt and shame. You stay planted on the edge of the curb, looking like a wilted flower.
Ellie feels her heart drop to her stomach as she approaches the street that you sit on, her headlights illuminating your pathetic figure. She rolls down the window and pulls over, calling out to you.Â
Your eyes are low, the shame blatantly evident on your face. Ellieâs not sure how this will unfold; this isnât exactly the way she dreamed the two of you would reunite. But that look on your faceâ Ellie knows it well enough. Youâre both 15 again, and youâre trying to hide within your own body somehow. She sees the embarrassment, the bitter feeling that sits at the center of your chest.Â
You approach her car and observe at her through the window, eyes avoiding her own. You study her form, how much sheâs grown. Sheâs got a new haircut; itâs shorterâ gayer. You can almost imagine yourself laughing at her, can almost imagine twirling the short pieces between your fingers. A patch of black ink catches your eye just then, your gaze landing on her forearm. Since when did she get a tattoo?Â
She unlocks the door, silently beckoning you in. You slump into the passenger seat, completely defeated, and she reads your body language well enough to know not to pry at the situation.Â
She shifts the car into drive but realizes that she doesnât even know where you live anymore. The car sits there, idle as she tries to figure out what to ask you and how, then you mutter the directions to your apartment, reading her confusion just as well.Â
The sound of Ellieâs music is quiet, practically just a gentle hum as the two of you sit, rigid as you keep your gazes locked on the road ahead. You donât intend to explain yourself or have some sort of emotional come-to-jesus moment with Ellie, figuring that this situation alone is already stressful enough.Â
But, she clears her throat and opens her mouth to speak, eyes still locked on the street signs. âYou see the trailer for the new Savage Starlight adaptation?âÂ
You give her an awkward chuckle. âYeah,â you say, nearly whispering. âLooked like trash, honestly.â
Ellie laughs at that. Laughs. And god, itâs not the kind of laugh that kills her, but itâs a solid one; an honest one. It sounds so good as it erupts from her chest, the sound of it pouring into your ears and over your heart. Christ.Â
Your eyebrow twitches and you have to turn your head to look out the windowâ you canât let her see the look on your face. Youâre sure your eyes are wide and pooling with some sort of desperation.Â
And, of course, Ellie catches it. But she just cares too much about you, so she lets all these little thing slip by to keep you comfortable, to keep you with her for even just a second longer.Â
The conversation stays trained on little comments, acknowledging new video game releases and comic book trailers as if the both of you are in high school again, caught up in your nerdy obsessions. The air is thick and steady; the both of you dancing around this thinly-veiled attempt to be normal. The smallest things, such as the sound of her clearing her throat, or her hand coming up to scratch at her cheek, make your skin crawl with anticipation.Â
You brace yourself for the ball to drop, holding it so tight to your chest, youâre almost suffocating.Â
And while thereâs no way youâll drop this act, desperately clutching onto this feeling of faux normalcy, you know Ellie will. Sheâs much too blunt and forward focused to let you both sit in this awkward, paper-doll like scenario; steadily crafting your sentences, training your eyes to avoid her.Â
And, godâ itâs almost too easy to let your body relax, to slip back into your old comfortable patterns with Ellie right next to you. Because sheâs never been prideful, and never will be, with the way she smiles to herself and breathes: âI missed you. Itâs been⊠really long,â she says the last part with a bittersweet chuckle. âToo long.âÂ
Your chest caves. Stupidly, eagerly, almost like it wanted to, this whole time. Your body feels prickly and warm, but you school your face to remain somewhat neutral.Â
âYeah,â you offer dryly. âIâm kind of surprised, actually.âÂ
At that, Ellie tilts her head, fingers fluttering around the steering wheel. âHow come?âÂ
âThat, like, you even showed up. And youâre actually being nice and taking me home. I figured you kinda hated my guts towards the end.â
Ellieâs body has a physical reaction to that, and she taps on the brakes by accident. Not hard enough to send the both of you flying forward, but just enough of a push. You whip your head towards her, watching the way she furrows her eyebrows and shakes her head.Â
âSorry. Not trying to be defensive, but whyâŠâ She swallows thickly. âWhy would you think that? And of me, of all people?â
Sheâs so, so gentle with the way she says it. Her voice quiet and low, not wanting to scare you away with this sudden confrontation. She reeks of true curiosity and something else that seems like hurt.Â
âI just,â you start, trying to gather your words, then pause, not really recognizing where Ellie is driving. âHold on. Where are youâ?â
She pulls into an empty parking lot, stopping the car at an awkward angle, careless about her parking etiquette.Â
âIâm sorry. I really just wanna clarify things,â she breathes out, her tone hurried as if youâll slip and fade away if she doesnât explain herself fast enough. âBut, if you want me to completely fuck off, Iâll take you home. Just tell me.âÂ
You remain quiet, looking at her with a face that reads half anxious, half eager. A mix of the two, both emotions so similar in nature that maybe it kind of looks like⊠excitement.Â
Ellie turns her body in her seat so that she can face you directly. âI was never tired of you, ever.â She takes in a slow, deep breath, trying to pace herself and keep her voice steady. With you, she can become passionate very quickly, so she needs to remain cool. âIf anything, I thought that you felt that way about me. You stopped cominâ around, didnât even try to room with me, and completely bailed on my attempts to see you. Did I do something?âÂ
Sheâs completely disarmed. Her words woven with nothing but good intentions, the look on her face desperate for some sort of reconciliation. She eyes you carefully, and if you looked hard enough, you may have been able to catch the glimmer of want in her eyes.Â
Overcome with emotion, you fumble. Too busy with wanting to just defend yourself, swinging around your sword with your eyes shut in the hopes that you wonât get hurt, you donât even try to match her energy.Â
âWell, yeah,â you bite back, not nearly as careful as she was. âYou changed. Everything changed. You made other friends, new friends, and just left me behind,â you accuse sharply, not thinking straight. âYou⊠went behind my back.â
Despite the way that you speak to her, Ellieâs face softens. She knows what this is about. Sheâs too understanding, too willing to do anything to get you back in her life. As the realization slowly dawns on her, her heart flutters both with yearning and a deeper need.Â
Itâs how you end up pressed against the backseat of her car, her mouth on yours as her hands roam freely around your body. You shut up rather quickly, mind blurring over with the oncoming release of years of pent-up wanting. You tried to keep arguing back at her, and she did nothing but talk to you in that sweet tone, with eyes that scream I love you.
It isnât that sheâs trying to coax you, or anything. It just happened as you begin to increasingly realize that she is not going to fight you; she just wants you. She needs you to know that, she has to make herself clear.Â
Fog creeps up the car windows as she presses her knee in between your legs, rocking against you slowly.Â
Ellieâs pacing herself; sheâs thought about this a few times, guiltily. But in her mind, itâs always been in her bed, her mind crafting the scene of your body, your little sounds. It was like she had to slap her own hand away from herself sometimes.Â
So while this isnât exactly what she had daydreamed it would be, she still wouldnât complain. Regardless of the situation, you were pressed into her, panting and sighing in ways that made her mind turn to soppy mush, overrun with desire and emotion.Â
And, while sheâs set on taking care of you and showing you just how much you meant and still mean to her, she canât help but want to make you admit it too.Â
She pulls back from kissing you, her eyes glazed over as she looks at your face. Holy shit.
Skin so warm, and you already look spent. She swallows, suddenly doubting how long sheâll be able to hold off.Â
She bites back a satisfied smile before she dips down again, her face hidden in the crevice between your neck and shoulder, kissing all the way down.Â
âTake this off,â she murmurs, fingers pulling at the waistband of your skirt. You do your best to follow her orders, cramped up in the seat, pulling your knees towards yourself in an attempt to shimmy out of the fabric. It catches on your ankle, hanging, and you giggle at the state of the situation. Ellieâs heart melts over itself, beating erratically; sheâs going fucking crazy.Â
Youâve done nothing but moan, twitch, laugh, and flutter your lashes. She hasnât even felt you yet, hasnât even seen your body in its entirety. And sheâs gone.Â
She almost raises an eyebrow at the sight of your skimpy little underwear, but her question catches in her throat. You were at the club, after all. Something sinks in her stomach at the thought of anyone else seeing you like this, observing the way the fabric clings onto you.Â
Her fingers massage at your inner thighs, her knee firm in place as she keeps them set apart. Her digits dance right against your core, pressing against the fabric. You twitch, rolling your hips into her, fingers catching on the seatbelt behind you, gripping on for life. She laughs, but not necessarily at you.Â
It feels like it takes her years (well, technically) to push your panties to the side, eyes falling hazy as she stares right into you. Youâre so vulnerable, you try shutting your thighs close, but she pushes them apart again.Â
âI know,â she hushes you, dipping lower to nip at your lips. âI know.âÂ
Her fingers trace over your folds, and you think youâre about to explode. You hadnât expected Ellie to be the type to make this agonizing and painful, but you know you probably deserve it after your showcase of attitude.Â
She draws her hand back and brings her fingers up to her mouth, sucking on them nonchalantly. A satisfied sigh escapes her as she finally, finally gets to taste you on her tongue. She lets her hand travel back down, and you turn your head to the side, shutting your eyes in anticipation.Â
âLook at me,â she commands softly, stopping her fingers right where you want her.Â
You nod, giving her the false promise that you will. Ellie sees right through it, and with her free hand she gently grips onto your face, turning you to make eye contact with her.Â
She needed to see your face as she fucked you, she needed to know, after so long of wondering, how you looked when facing pure pleasure.Â
Your lashes flutter, eyebrows screwing together as she slips her fingers inside your warmth, pressing the heel of her palm against your clit. Sheâs gentle in the way she stretches you out, working you through it with such care and patience.Â
Ellie revels in the way your chest heaves already, pupils blown out with bliss. She moves her knee and lets you shut your thighs together, trapping her hand in place.Â
âThis is all you needed, huh?â she teases, her voice only a little prickly, but her smile says otherwise. âFor me to touch you like this.âÂ
You nod silently, too busy biting on your bottom lip and rocking your body onto her fingers to reply.Â
âAnswer me,â she demands with the same softness, setting the tone. Her gaze is locked onto your face, memorizing every twitch of your brow, every whine that leaves your lips.Â
Itâs almost ridiculous how brainless you are already, melting beneath her entirely.Â
âNeeded you,â you manage to breathe out, nodding your head again. âSo bad.â
Ellie hisses a swear, and she canât help the way she leans into you, pressing her body against yours. She curls her fingers inside of you, the palm of her hand nudging at your eager bud. She groans to herself as she feels your walls twitch around her digits, her head dropping low as if she has to stop herself from spiraling. Sheâs hanging on by a thread; a hair, wanting nothing more than to fuck you senseless. But itâs been too long, and sheâs got something to prove to you.Â
Her eyes shine as she feels your body grow tense, your wriggling becoming more constant. She slows down her pace, watching closely as your mouth drops, a pout playing at your lips.Â
âPlease,â you begin, and she smiles.Â
âPlease what?âÂ
âPlease, fucking just,â you try grinding on her fingers, lashes fluttering. âOh my god,â you sigh, that little attitude trickling in your tone.Â
She scoffs, almost meanly. She stops her movements entirely, fingers falling slack in your pussy. âYeah? Do it yourself, then.âÂ
And to her surprise, you do. That attitude is wiped clean from your voice as you whimper pathetically, body rolling, walls fluttering as you try to fuck yourself with her fingers. She stares at you in awe, throat running dry.Â
It takes her a second, but she blinks and sheâs falling back into you. Watching as you desperately chase your release, bumping your clit onto her hand, and you absentmindedly grab onto her arm, trying to anchor yourself.Â
She sucks her teeth and sighs to herself. She had intended to drag this out, to make you beg, to make you say that you were hers all along. But with the way you hold onto her, shamelessly rutting your hips, her name falling off your lips like a prayerâ she already knows itâs all true.Â
Sheâs kind enough to start thrusting her fingers again, moaning at the way your slick bundles at your entrance, coating her fingers and slipping down her hand. Itâs obscene, but she doesnât care. In fact, it gives her more of a reason to clean you up afterward.Â
âEllie,â you breathe suddenly, your little prayers becoming less coherent as a certain feeling creeps around, engulfing your body and mind. âIâm gonna cum,â you whine shamelessly, the heat in your stomach spreading lower and lower, your body tingling.Â
She leans over you again, watching over your face as your eyes slip shut.Â
âGo ahead, baby. Let me hear you.âÂ
Itâs a demand but she still says it so softly, a certain tenderness behind her words. You choke on your own moan, body practically seizing as your thighs tighten, fingers digging into her arm. You chant a repeated I canât, I canât, I canât, and Ellie smiles as you do anyway, your cunt swallowing her fingers with your release.Â
Her hand relentlessly slaps against your core, even though you begin to tear up and beg for her to stop. She smiles to herself before she slowly drags her fingers out of you, bringing them back up into her mouth.Â
Itâs not nearly enough. While you slump back into the seat, panting, body still shaky from such strong sensations, sheâs busy maneuvering her body to sit on the floor of the car and propping your legs onto her shoulders.Â
You blink as you slowly come back to reality, your mind hazy.Â
âEllie,â you start softly, reaching out your hand.Â
She reaches up and intertwines your fingers, eyes locked on your dripping cunt as her voice carries over to your ears. âIâm right here. Canât let it go to waste.âÂ
Your eyes roll back, another string of moans escaping you as Ellie shuts her eyes and latches onto your clit, moaning into your pussy.Â
The hours of the night escape both of you, becoming lost in each other in the back of her car, cementing your fate.Â
Ellie laughs at your blank expression, her hand rubbing down her face in disbelief.Â
âThat was so⊠garbage. Beyond garbage. Landfill levels of trash,â you say weakly, the soft lights of the movie theater reflecting off your face.Â
She continues giggling at your side, hand over her mouth in an attempt to be quiet despite the fact that the movie is already over.Â
You playfully swat at her arm, turning to her, face ridden with shock. âThereâs no way youâre not disappointed! This shit was such a waste of money. We were better off pirating it.âÂ
She shakes her head and smiles to herself, hand wrapping around your own as she pulls you to stand up with her. âI think it was well worth it; it was, like, funny bad.âÂ
You stand, wrapping your arm around her own as you two trail down the steps of the theater. You continue picking the movie apart, disdain in your voice. You have a reason to be passionate; this lazy attempt at turning Savage Starlight into a box office success had taken a terrible turn, the movie filled with stupid one-liners and god awful acting.Â
You shouldâve known; itâs been a month since the trailer droppedâ or, since you and Ellie came back together. A month of everything falling into place, the pieces of your individual lives slipping back into the way they used to be. A month of constant, whispered confessions, making up for lost time; lovelorn kisses, touches fueled by years of yearning. Pursuing your lives together again, and of course, falling back into your geeky little habitsâ the one thing that brought you together in the first place, anyway.
You shouldnât have walked in with such high expectations after the both of you predicted how awful it was gonna be once you both sat down to rewatch the trailers together.Â
As the two of you make it outside of the building, Ellie bites her cheek at the way you continue to ramble, the passion in your voice making her heart swell. There is just too much to adore about you.Â
âHey,â she starts, voice low.Â
You raise your eyebrows. âWhat?â
Ellie nods her chin in the direction of her car, mischief written all over her face. âI know a way to give you a happy ending.â
You groan in annoyance, pushing her away. Your voice rings out and into her ears, settling her restless heart as you scold her, a smile showing through.
âEllie!â
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ă àšà§ authors note ă finally did a fic based on this photoshoot , doesnât he look like a 80âs pornstar?
camgirling was only supposed to be something you did for fun, and the cash you got from it wasn't too bad either â you never expected to blow up like you did, the people really liked you.
when you first started it was slow, but that didn't last long and soon you gained a small following. it wasn't until you did a face reveal that you blew up â the fans loved you; that day alone you gained 100k new followers. from that day on you only grew more; more money rolled in which granted you the ability to move into a bigger apartment, pay off your debts and live comfortably without stress.
âit's your personaâ your friends would say; you weren't shy about you did for work; you felt like you didn't need to be â no you weren't telling a stranger on the street you did camgirling , but you didn't hide it from your friends. âyou're a walking porn trope.â donghyuck; your best friend said. âinnocent girl next door look , but we all saw you deepthroat a 6in dildo without gagging.â
that should've offended you but you were used to it. âyeah , that pigmented blush bows and wide puppy dog eyes is cute and all, but it's that and the fact that you bounced on a 7in strap-on attached to a stuffed bear that turns people on.â ryujin said. âyou have a face for porn.â
âis there a difference?â your friends looked at you. âduh , of course!â haechan said. âcamgirling is mostly done in the comfort of your own home , low production.â he said. âporn is different, with porn there's a script almost like a movie with a crew , and another actor.â you and ryujin both looked at each other. âuh you seem real passionate about thatâŠâ he shrugged. âI'm a man of course i do , that's why i know you would be perfect for porn.â
âwhat would i get out of bad acting in room full of men with hardon watching me be badly fucked by another macho man on viagra and red bull?â you scoffed. âexpect a sore clit and a cumshot to the face that tastes like battery acid?â ryujin looked around the cafe where you were sitting , making sure no one heard the conversation. âwould you both keep it down?â
âmore money, a new following.â he responded nonchalantly , your ears perked up. âgo on.â you said now listening. âwell the website you use now, it's big but it's niche , only a few new visitors monthly.â he started. âyou do one porn video with a good actor with a good following , bingo! you get a new following from his following and it reaches a bigger audience who stumble across your video.â you had to admit although he was loud and you're pretty sure the sweet old lady walking past heard everything, he talked a big game.
âwhat are you a porn star scout?â ryujin laughed while taking a sip of her hot chocolate. âwait is that a thing?â he asked, you shook your head. âthat does sound good, my rent just went up and there's a new pair of shoes that have been sitting in my cart.â you said. âyn don't do porn for a pair of louboutins and rent , get a roommate.â ryujin said, trying to be the voice of reason. âwould you do it?â you asked her.
âi love you so i would never lie to you.â she said. âyeah , give me the script.â the three of you busting out into a fit of laughter. âplus if you don't like it then you can easily go back to camgirling.â she said. âand i don't think all male pornstars are bad.â
âand you know this how?â she looked at you. âyou think i don't watch porn?â she questioned. âthe acting? horrible but who's watching porn for the plot.â haechan raised his hand. âhaechan be fucking for real.â you snickered. âwhat big dick delivery man and hot lonely milf is a work of art.â he said with a serious face. âoh he serious i think.â ryujin said. âthat's the scary thing.â
âyou know not all the acting is bad either.â ryujin spoke up. âyeah jeno is good even my dick gets hard when i listen to him speak.â you choose to ignore him. âwho's jeno.â you asked. âyou don't know jeno? the lee jeno, he's huge in the porn world.â ryujin said, you scoffed. âsorry im not familiar with the ryan reynolds of porn.â you said. âyou think ryan reynolds would do porn?â
âlee jeno is a huge pornstar; he doesn't even just do porn , he's a model, he walks on runways as well , he's invited into classy spaces despite showing the world his dick.â the girl explained. âand i heard the girls he fucks on cameraâŠâ she said. âthose orgasms are real.â haechan nodded in agreement. âi heard that too.â
âif you could get with him, you'd be set.â you rolled your eyes. âif he's as good as you say why the fuck would he film a video with me?â you scoffed. âpussy is pussy and money is money.â ryujin shrugged , the horrified worker walked past making the three of you laugh. âmy god ryu , you sound like a man.â
âcheck him out; i swear you'll understand why he's famous.â
âcome in , come in.â you flashed a smile to the camera; this wasn't a camgirl video, but a regular live that you sometimes did because your fans wanted you to â for what? you don't question, they pay you to just talk half naked. âhow was everyone's day?â
you read through the comments; thanking the commenters for the donations. âwhat did i do today?â you read off. âwell i ran some errands, got a few new toys.â you smirked. âoh and i had some coffee with some friends.â you said. âthey told me i have a face for porn.â
the comments blew up with people agreeing. âi guess you guys agree as well.â you giggled playing into that act they loved so muched, reading more comments.
6inchking. what i would do to film a video with you.
user34.52. fuck yes , i would kill to see you fuck someone else.
allsizesmatter. you should film with lee jeno.
âoh? i keep hearing that name, my friends said the same thing.â you said. âis he really that good? maybe i should watch some of his videos.â you said, rolling your eyes at the comments that were in disbelief that you watched porn. âguys don't be ridiculous , why wouldn't i watch porn?â you laughed, grabbing your phone. âlet's look him up.â
you typed into the search bar; waiting for the screen to load. âlet's see if he lives up to what everyone says he is.â the screen finally loading, the most finest fucking man popping up on your screen. âoh he's really good looking.â you said scrolling through the many pictures. âreally good looking.â you almost forgot you were on live â not only was his face godly , it looked like he was sculpted by the gods himself.
user24.52. look at her , already turned on just by his photos.
user22.63. to be looked at by her liked that.
âguys stop.â you giggled, cheeks red. âhe is cute though.â you said. âim already so tired from the day.â you said; and yes you were tired, but you also wanted to watch on of his videos. âam i gonna watch one of his videos?â you smiled innocently , before shrugging. âi guess you guys will never know will you.â you blew a kiss to the camera. âbye bye.â you turned the camera off.
after that you wasted no time, climbing into your bed. your phone in your hand as you get comfortable, reaching over into your nightstand grabbing your rose toy; taking off your panties , pulling down your bra , sighing as the wind hit your nipples. âfuck.â you scrolled through jenos accountâ he had 5.5 million followers; way more than your messily 345k, he was a big deal.
you scrolled through his videos , settling on the most recent one. clicking the video â normally you'd skip the whole âacting sceneâ but this guy was known for his good acting so you decided to see for yourself.
you were a little bored at first, but as the scene went on you came to the realization that it was one of the best scenes you'd ever watched when watching porn, even though the actress was good , it almost seemed like regular video â besides the bright production lights and 4k hd cameras , and the fact that the beautiful actress herself was dressed in expensive lingerie and heels. her makeup done to the nines.
and then there was jeno; he was just as fine on video than in camera. his voice alone had you itching to touch yourself, which you didâ fingers ghosting over your nipples; eyes closing. you almost forgot about the video, until you heard moaning. you opened your eyes to jeno sticking his cock into the girl. believe it or not , you weren't fucking just anyone , you actually only had sex with a few people , but their sizes compared to his were vastly different.
you understood why he was so famous; jeno was extremely good at his job. it was like you were watching a real couple fuck in their bed; jeno was rough; but not like those horrible videos where it looked like the girl wasn't enjoying it â the way the actresses eyes were crossed, it looked like she was very much enjoying it.
you curled your fingers up into your g-spot, thrusting your fingers in and out of your dripping hole. your moans , jenos and the actresses filled your empty room. you wanted to drop the phone and just finish already, desperate to cum , but you couldn't, it was like you were in a trance. the actress came with a loud scream. âoh fuck.â you moaned as jeno brought the girl to her knees , cumming all over the girls face â lord how you wished it was you.
your legs crossed over your hand as you came, back arching off the bed. âfuck!â you sighed as you came down from your high , the next random video playing on your phone. you turned it off , desperately trying to catch your breath. he had this effect on you and all you did was watch his videos.
getting up to clean yourself off; washing your body and your hair. getting out , drying off. you threw on an oversized shirt not bothering to put on underwear, it was just you. grabbing a snack before making your way back to bed to watch tv.
meanwhile a few miles away; jeno sat in his chair scrolling through his feed. he hated night shoots , everyone was tired and ready to go home. the actress today just wasn't good , her acting sucked , she was bitching about everything; how she hated the script; how the outfit was ugly â how she wanted him to cum. he was all for women wanting to what they wanted , but damn how was it his fault he wasn't turned on enough to cum as much as she wanted.
âjeno?â his manager and best friend jaemin , walked into his dressing room. âis it time to go?â he said, not looking up. âwell ⊠no, she's still complaining, something about you being too big.â jeno smirked. âso we're figuring that out now.â he said. âcan we just sat fuck this shoot and go home?â he said. âim doing them a favor, i don't need the money.â he said. âyeah sure.â jaemin said. âwhat can they do?â he told the assistant on hand to tell them they were leaving. âwhat did you want?â he said, putting on his sweats. âwhen? oh to just show you this.â
he pulled the sweatshirt over his head; taking the phone from his friend's hand. âwhat am i looking at, who is this girl?â he stared at the screen , watching you talk. âshe's cute , new girlfriend?â
âi don't date, she's a camgirl.â he scoffed at his friend. âher?â he looked at you once again. âstop fucking around her?â you looked so innocent, dressed like a doll , cute makeup, cheeks extremely pink from blush, normally jeno thinks that makeup look is crazy, but you made it work. âshe doesn't even look like she's seen a porn film.â
ânot everything is what it seems my friend look.â he clicked another videoâ and he swore he was watching another girl. âdid she just?â jeno was shocked. âyes , she did.â his friend smirked while he stared in shock as he watched you take a 9in toy down your throat without gagging. âno gag reflex , if she has a boyfriend he's a lucky fucking bastard.â
jeno pushed the phone away; not that he didn't want to see it, but he also didn't want to cum in his pants to a video in front of his friend. âwhy are you showing me this?â he said. âyou know i don't do camming.â
âyeah , but people want you both to collaborate. apparently she talked about you today and the internet is going crazy.â jaemin said. âshe has good following , not as big as yours , but that shouldn't even matter , bro she doesn't have a gag reflex , iâd do it for fun.â jeno picked his bag up, slinging it over his shoulder. âdoes she even have a manager? does she even want to do porn? why am i asking the questions that i pay you to already have answered before coming to me?â
âshe's a independent artist i think, but I'm sure she'd answer a dm.â jeno lifted his eyebrow. âyeah , because she'd answer a random message asking her does she want to do porn , bro she gets those messages daily.â he said. âim sure i could work it out.â he said. âwell then come back to me when you do.â jeno slapped his friends chest. ânow let's go im hungry.â he said. âiâll send you that link to the full video , you have to see it.â
âwhich one did you watch?â haechan asked. âwhy are we having this conversation right now?â you said cheeks red. âyou've literally told us about how you â the recent one.â you interrupted ryujin before she embarrassed you. âi watched the recent one.â she nodded. âoh that one is good, that actress is hot.â she said , hyuck nodding in agreement. âshe is.â
âshe was, they both were.â you said. âand the acting was good , i actually watched it.â haechan pointed. âtold you sometimes the plot just hits.â
âi thought i was watching a couple fucking, either one , that actress is in the wrong business or two , he's a good fucker and she wasn't acting.â you said. âshe actually looked excited for him to cum on her.â you could still hear the moans playing in your head. âokay snap out of it , no one wants to watch you get turned on in public.â ryujin said , haechan scoffed. âspeak for yourself.â
you laughed , your phone buzzing making you break away from the conversation; it was a message from twitter dm. you ignored it , thinking it was a normal everyday dm from a fan. you sat your phone down only for it to go off multiple times. âgirl you got a boyfriend we don't know about? who the hell is texting you like that?â ryujin picked up your phone. âprobably a weird fan, im gonna close my dmsâ
that didn't stop ryujin from clicking the messages, ready to troll the person. âoh girl , i don't think so.â she handed you the device back. âwhat is it?â
reading through the text messages. âwhat is it , don't leave me out.â haechan whined. âit's from jenos manager.â ryujin said , haechan sat up from his seat. âwhat let me see.â he snatched the phone. âoh my god , jeno wants to film with you.â he said. âit's like the porn gods answered us.â
âmust you act like a neanderthal? it's probably a fake account.â haechan clicked the account. âit's verified and there's pictures of them together , they seem close.â he said. âhe wants you to call him , he gave you a number to call.â he gave you back the phone. âoh my god let's go back to yours so you can call.â
they basically dragged you back to your apartment after that, forcing you to call the boy. âyou both have to shut the fuck up if i put it on speaker.â you said typing down the number into the keypad. âprobably about to call a random guy just so he can jerk off to my voice.â you pushed the call button. âdon't you do that already.â you scoffed. âyeah but i get paid for it.â
the three of you sitting around the bed waiting for them to answer. âhello?â you picked up the phone. âis this na jaemin?â you said. âyes is this yn? i know your voiceâ wait, not like that.â your two friends snickered. âit's fine, i almost didn't call you, i thought you were a weird fan.â
âunderstandable; it's probably a weird text , but it me and everything i sent was true.â he said. âit is?â your eyes widened. âs-so he really does want to film with me?â you asked. âyes , he does.â you wanted to squeal , but you didn't want to seem desperate. âoh that's cool.â you said. âoh that's cool?â ryujin whispered to herself. âshut up.â you gritted through your teeth. âexcuse me.â
âoh nothing.â you said. âoh okay, well first thing, we set up a meeting with you both.â he said. âjust so when you film it won't be too awkward , then we film.â
âthat's it?â you said. âthat's it , you both show up to film, we'll provide everything else for you.â you looked at your friends who nodded their heads. âhow does that sound?â he said. âi guess that's fine.â you said. âgreat! iâll let him know, are you free tomorrow?â
âtomorrow? uh yeah sure im free.â you said. âgreat i'll send the address where to meet us see you tomorrow!â you hung up the phone. âoh my god i can't believe that just happened.â you tossed the phone down on the bed. âthis is crazy , you get to film with lee jeno.â haechan said. âi almost want to be in your shoes.â
the next day you got ready for the meeting; putting on your best outfit â so you wouldn't feel so nervous, and maybe to impress them a little. jaemin had sent you the address the night before and lucky for you it was in walking distance from your place. âim almost there's , so I'll call you back when it's over.â you said the restaurant in your view. âyou better and be careful , just cause there hasn't been a serial killer porn star, doesn't mean there can't be one.â ryujin ordered. âokay im here.â
you quickly said your goodbyes, before hanging up. you reached for the door , walking into the restaurant. you looked down at your phone, ready to send the man a text when someone tapped your shoulders. âyn?â
âoh hi.â you smiled. âi was just about to text you.â you put your phone away. âyou're right on time , jeno is over there.â he said âlet's go.â your hands were sweating from nerves as you approached the table , the man himself coming into view. âdon't be nervous, he's not as intimidating as he looks on camera.â he said. âjeno.â
the boy looked up from his phone; and he almost did a double take. you really didn't look like what you did for work; gorgeous? yes. but he just couldn't see you doing what he saw you do the night before. âoh shit.â he stood up. âhey.â he said , holding his hands out. you reached for his hand , shaking it. âh-hi.â
âboth of you sit down , sit down and get comfortable.â jaemin said. âbefore i give you some space , let's go over the details.â he sat down. âokay.â you smiled.
jeno didn't need to listen; jaemin would just repeat it over for him â instead he just looked at you, studying you. he watched you fiddle with your nails while listening to his friend intently. his eyes traveling down to your lips, biting the bottom one. âjeno?â jaemin knocked him out of his thoughts. âwhat?â he watched you shuffle in your seat. âi said you understand all that?â
âyeah , yeah i do.â he said. jaemin knew he didn't , but he'd explain later. âwe filming on wednesday, it will only take one day , but it's a all day shoot is that fine?â you nodded. âof course.â you said. âthat works for me.â
âgood , now i'll give you both some time to get to know each other.â he stood up. âiâll get you both some food as well.â he walked away. âthank you.â you called out, it fully hit you that you were left alone with jeno again , he smirked watching you shy away once again. âi guess this is the real you.â
âh-huh?â you asked , he sat up; putting his elbows on the table, watching you. âthe bows really do change how one would look at you.â your hand came to your head. âno , keep them in , don't take them out.â your hands immediately went to your lap. âcute.â
âme-me?â you gulped. âis anyone else sitting there love?â your cheeks were flushed , to jeno it was like your already pink cheeks were now red. âhere you guys go.â jaemin came back with two plates. âi ordered enough steak for you to share , and some pasta.â he said. âiâll leave you two , jeno play nice , she's perfect for this and we don't need you scaring her off.â
âgo ahead.â he said. âeat.â you picked up the fork nervously, picking up a slice of the meat. ânow put to your mouth and eat it.â it felt like he was gonna eat you alive , you put the steak to your mouth , biting it. âgood girl , i can already tell im gonna like you.â
âso tell me , why'd you want to do this?â jeno asked. âdo-do what?â you asked. âdo I need to spell it out baby , porn what made you want to do this?â he said. âmost camgirls stick to that.â you sat the fork down , taking a sip of water. âwell it's kinda stupid.â you said , he waved you off. âtell me.â he said. âwell my friends told me iâd be good at it.â you said. âand you just listened to them?â he raised his eyebrows. âyou must agree with them.â
âi guess.â you said. âi didn't really understand what they meant by that.â he sat back listening. âi do.â he really did , truth is jeno spent the night before watching your past streams , and fuck did you put on a performance. he had to force himself to put his phone down before he started shooting blanks , his hands and his cock covered in his cum as your moans played over and over on his phone. âwell why do you do it?â
âme?â he asked , shrugging. âbecause i like to fuck.â he laughed, watching your eyes widen. âdon't look so surprised baby it's really not that surprising,â he said. âi like to fuck and i like making money , why not do both?â jeno never wanted to be a pornstar , his main dream was to be a model , turns out it wasn't that easy â but it was easy to pick up a camera and film himself fucking. âb-but you're a model , you don't need to do this.â
âyou're right i don't , but here we are.â he eyed you up and down , eyes shamelessly stopping at your bust. âjust like you.â he said. ây-yeah.â
âyou've watched a few of my videos haven't you?â he asked. âi watched yours.â you wanted to lie , but how could you when he was being so truthful. âa few.â you gulped. âso you know im not gonna go easy on you right?â the way he talked so confidently it sent shivers down your spine. âbut im sure you can take it right?â your body hot. âi mean im bigger than what you've taken but im sure you can learn to take it right?â
âi can take it.â you said, quickly covering your mouth. âyeah? let's see on thursday.â he bit his lip. âgive me your phone.â he said. âhere.â you handed it to him. âyou listen well , i fucking love that.â he typed down his number. âi don't give my number out to every actress.â he said, handing you your phone back , jaemin returning back to the table. âwe have to go soon.â
âthat's too bad , we were just getting to know each other.â reaching for your card. ârelax , im paying.â jeno said. âi-i have money.â you said. âi'm sure you do , but i didn't ask.â he said. âyn do you need a uber?â jaemin asked, but you were too busy making googly eyes at jeno. âoh no , i-i live a few minutes away.â jaemin nodded. âwell it was nice to meet you , why don't you head out first and we'll stay behind and settle this.â you smiled. âthank you.â
âjust show up on wednesday as you are ready to film.â you nodded. âof course!â you smiled, about to walk away when jeno grabbed your hand. âyour phone love.â you took it from his hands. âthank you.â and just like that , the boys watched you leave out. âyou done making googly eyes?â jaemin said. âcan i take you home so i can get to my date?â jeno rolled his eyes. âhey don't get upset with me, nothing stopped you from following behind her and getting a pre show of wednesday.â
wednesday came quick; you have a busy few days before â you wanted everything perfect , getting your hair done; waxing your eyebrows and other areas. you hadn't used the number jeno gave you , scared to use it , even though your friends encouraged you too. âyou're about to have his cock inside you , this phone call would be nothing.â
still you didn't budge; it probably didn't even bother the boy, he could've easily called someone else.
the production had arranged for a car to pick you up from your place to take you to a location; you read the script on the way there , it was a simple script since it was your first project on this scale â something about neighbors. it really didn't matter to you, you were excited but nervous. âwe're here miss.â it was an actual house; a nice one.
you got up to the car , thanking the driver. âokay.â you said to yourself. âlet's do this.â you said, the door was open so you just walked in , people running around, cameras and lights everywhere. âyou must be yn?â a woman came up to you. âhi?â you said. âyou are?â she smiled. âim kim , I run the production company that films the videos jeno is in.â she said. âyou do?â
âyes i do; is it a little weird because im a woman?â you shook your head. âno of course not!â you said she laughed. âwe're all about comfortability, to make sure you and the actor are both comfortable.â she said. âjeno is already on set , he's normally never here early.â she said. âactually he's normally late.â she said. âbut enough about him , let's get you to your dressing room.â
she guided you to your room, opening the door. âthis is your first shoot so i wanted to make sure everything was perfect.â she held your back guiding you in. âwe have a stylist that will help you , along with make up who will make you even more beautiful.â she was extremely nice. âthank you so much.â you said. âdon't worry about it , just get relaxed and ready to film some scenes.â she said. âthe stylist will be in here soon , make-up as well.â
she left you alone after that , you looked around the room , she laid out a display of snacks that made you smile â your phone ringing , you took it out of your pocket , furrowing your eyebrows at the unrecognizable number. âso your phone does work.â you recognized the room , whipping around. âje-jeno.â
he walked into the room. âit's been a busy week.â you said. âyeah?â you nodded. âyou aren't wearing the bows today,â he said. âgonna tell the stylist to change that.â you nervously took a step back. âi like the bows , let's put them in the movie.â you nodded. âok-okay.â he was close enough to smell his cologne. ârelax , im not gonna bite.â he said. âat least not now.â you squeaked as he pressed against you. âlater im not promising anything.â
âi could definitely take you right here right now.â he confessed. âgive you a quick training on taking me before later.â he said, his body looming over you. âbut i kinda want to wait until later.â he smirked , your knees almost buckling under you. âlet's wait until later, yeah?â he said. âye-yeah.â you sighed in relief when he stepped back , finally letting you breathe. âiâll see you in a bit love.â
you didn't have time to process what just happened before the stylist and the makeup artist both shuffled in. âout jeno out we have to get her ready.â he was quickly pushed out. âgosh.â the stylist said. âhe's never here this early all of sudden he's early.â the makeup artist turned to you. âwell there's the reason right there, you are gorgeous.â you smiled. âth-thank you.â
âlet's get you ready.â
the outfit wasn't much different from what you normally wear , just a lingerie version meaning it was much shorter; so short you could see your ass , poking from your panties â but it was still cute. âyou look pretty.â the stylist said, picking up the bows. âper jenos request, hope you don't mind.â she placed the bow in your hair. âdone.â
they left , kim returning soon after. âyou ready.â you nodded. âlet's go.â she guided you to the front where the scene would take place , the cameras ready. âyn , hey.â jaemin said. âoh hi.â you waved back. âyou look nice , you ready?â you nodded. âi'm a little nervous , this is much different than my room.â
âdon't worry about it; it's your first big production.â he said. âjust do your best.â he reassured you. âjeno is done with make-up so we should be starting â five minutes!â someone shouted , you giggled. âin five minutes.â he said. âgood luck.â
âthe scene starts with you in the kitchen.â the producer guided you to the kitchen , leaving you alone. you leaned over the counter , scrolling through your phone while you waited. âyou look too good right now.â jeno caged you in between his arms. âth-thank you , you smell nice.â it just slipped out your mouth. âoh , i-i di-didnât â you smell nice too.â he said , your cheeks were already red enough. âmakes me want to eat you up right here.â he didn't know how much he really was effecting you , anymore of what he would be doing and you'd be begging him to fuck you right there. âokay actors , get in position!â
âgood luck princess.â he walked away, leaving you to pull yourself together and get ready for the scene. âare they actors ready?â everyone got into position. âokay, rolling in 5âŠ4âŠ3âŠ2âŠ1 , start !â
the scene went exceptionally well; it was build up scene that leads up to the actual sex scene â but even those scenes were hot and heavy; at least jeno made it like that. it took a few hours to film , making sure to get every angle. âokay great, the next scene jeno you what to do.â
jeno didn't know if he had it in him; the resistance as the camera guy yelled for the scene to start again â the strength to hold himself together once he got his lips on you; he was a professional, but with you it felt like his very first scene.
âyou can do what you want.â you spoke up , back into character , you were a natural â almost like you were talking to him outside of character. âwhat did you say?â he said , damn near forgetting his line. you looked down at your fingers. âto me , you can do what you want to me.â
there was the girl from the streams; it flicked just like that; your other persona , the one from the restaurant that told him you could take it â and he was about to put it to the test. âi can?â his big hand wrapping around your neck. âyou don't know me that well but you'd let me do what i want to you?â
that was basically your current situation with the man; yeah you had only met him four days ago, but you'd let him do whatever he wanted , on and off camera. ây-yes.â
âthat's real whore like of you.â his hand squeezed your throat. âreal whore like.â he said, slamming his lips against yours. unfortunately the scene took place on a couch so he didn't have much room to work with , but it didn't mean anything to him â besides he'll just fuck you into your mattress on another day.
the kiss was rough; his hand squeezing your throat as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. âfuck.â he cursed, pulling away. âget on your knees.â he pushed you down , the camera close to your face as he unbuckled his pants. âgonna fuck your face.â he pulled his cock out , it was definitely bigger than the dildos you were use to. âhey.â he slapped your face. âcome on, be a good whore and suck my cock.â
he grabbed the base of his cock , slapping it on your cheek. âopen slut.â he shoved his length inside your mouth , and much like your previous streams , you took him into your throat without gagging. âyeah , fuck swallowing my fucking cock like that.â he groaned , holding the back of your head moving you up and down on his thick length , also moving his hips. âcock sucking slut , how many cocks has this throat taken?â
he was using your mouth; the cameras all there filming it turned you on even more , the many people watching in the room as he fucked your face made you hornier. âyeah fuck!â he had to force himself out of you so he wouldn't cum fast. âget up.â he pulled you up , throwing you to the couch. âass up, now slut.â
he pulled the dress up , revealing the matching color set they put you in. âdumb slut is wet from sucking cock.â he slapped your ass , you moaned , he pulled your panties down , your folds covered in your slick. âmessy pussy , gonna stuff you full of my cock.â he maneuvered your body on the small couch. âarch your back.â
he pushed your head down on the couch seat. âgonna make you take it all at once.â your whimpering turned into screams as he abruptly shoved his entire length into your pussy. âhell you're fucking tight.â he groaned , pulling out slamming back inside. âfuck!â he began to fuck into you , holding the back of your neck. âsuch a whore.â
his thrust were brutal and unrelentless; the camera catching everything â his cock stretching you out more than you've ever been, the squelching sounds from your cunt it was embarrassing, having people hear that ; but the embarrassment soon was forgotten as he went deeper. âmy fuck -oh my- oh my fucking god.â
he let out a lust filled chuckle. âso stupid baby.â he slapped your ass. âmy cock really made your brain turn to mush.â he abruptly pulled out of you , slapping your ass , your legs shook. âturn around.â he flipped you on your back.
you looked up at him with teary wide eyes. but he could see the lust in them. âthat innocent look doesn't work on me.â he slapped your cunt. âi can see through whores like you.â he lined his cock up with your hole. âinnocent looking but ready to take any cock they can get.â
this new angle had you reaching for anything , jenos arm; the couch cushion â his cock had you grabbing at the air. he pulled down the front of the lingerie , your tits now bouncing along with his thrust. the rumors proving to be true as you felt your orgasm approaching. âyou're clenching around me , fuck your pussy is suffocating my cock.â he growled. âfuck im gonna cum!â you screamed out. âcum slut , wet my cock with your cum.â
he had your legs open wide , holding your shaking thighs. âcum.â your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, soaking his stomach and the seat below you. a high pitched moan coming from your mouth as he kept going. âfuck keep cumming on my cock.â he slapped your poor clit rubbing rubbing it. âyeah im gonna - fuck - im gonna cum.â he groaned. âfuck im gonna cum all over your face.â
he pulled out of your twitching hole , standing over your face , stroking his cock. the camera was up close again as he came â and he came a lot. he groaned, throwing his head back as he covered you in his seed. âfuck.â
you laid out on the couch , his thumb still rubbing at your clit as your reached your final orgasm , your thighs shaking uncontrollably. âcut!â
jeno almost forgot about the camera; ready to bring you to another orgasm. âje-jeno.â your shaking voice pulled him from his horny state. âshit im sorry.â he pulled away , desperately wanting to taste you. âalmost made you squirt again.â he smirked. ânow how would we explain that? because the camera is off.â
âget her a cover.â he shouted , someone running over to you both , he covered your body. âjeno.â they handed him a robe. âyou did so good.â the staff handing you fluids. âfelt like watching a couple have sex , you're a natural girl.â you nodded with a smile. âare you a natural princess?â jeno spoke up once they were gone. âor is it because those screams were real?â
you lowered your head , shying away from his gaze. âdon't hide from me now , i know your real persona , and these cameras maybe done rolling, but i'm not done with you yet.â he whispered , just as you were pulled from your seat by a staff member and whisked back to your room. âyou ready to go?â jaemin came over. âno need to drive me home tonight,â he said. âwhy not?â asked Jaemin.
âbecause im not going home tonight.â
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Original creator David Gaider on how "some of the big mysteries are being solved".
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"As I write about the secrets hidden in Dragon Age's mysterious Fade, and as I uncover some of them playing Dragon Age: The Veilguard, one question keeps rising up in my mind. How much did BioWare know about future events when first developing the series more than 20 years ago? That's a long time, and back then BioWare didn't know there would be a second game, which is why Dragon Age: Origins has an elaborate and far-reaching epilogue. Why lay so much lore-track ahead of yourself if you don't think you'll ever get there? But look more closely at Origins and there are big clues suggesting BioWare did know about future Dragon Age events. There are obvious signs in the original game, such as establishing recurring themes like Old Gods and the Blight and Archdemons. But there's also Flemeth, Morrigan's witchy mother, who's intimately linked to events in the series now - more specifically: intimately linked to Solas. Does her existence mean Solas was known about back then too? There's only one person I can think of to answer this and it's David Gaider, the original creator of Dragon Age's world and lore. We've talked before, once in a podcast and once for a piece on the magic of fantasy maps, where we discussed the creation of Dragon Age's world. And much to my surprise, when I ask him what he and the BioWare team knew back then, he says they knew it all. "By the time we released Dragon Age: Origins, we were basically sure that it was one and done, but there was, back when we made the world, an overarching plan," he says. "The way I created the world was to seed plots in various parts of the world that could be part of a game, a single game, and then there was the overall uber-plot, which I didn't know for certain that we would ever get to but I had an understanding of how it all worked together. "A lot of that was in my head until we were starting Inquisition and the writers got a little bit impatient with my memory or lack thereof, so they pinned me down and dragged the uber-plot out of me. I'd talked about it, I'd hinted at it, but never really spelled out how it all connected, so they dragged it out of me, we put it into a master lore doc, the secret lore, which we had to hide from most of the team.""
"This uber-plot document was only viewable on a need-to-know basis, he says, and only around 20 people on the team had access to it - other senior writers mostly. And even though Gaider left the Dragon Age team after Inquisition, and then eight years ago BioWare altogether, meaning he didn't work on The Veilguard at all, he believes - by looking at the events in the new game - his uber-plot lore "has more or less held up". That's impressive. What's even more impressive, or exciting, is that back then he also envisaged a potential end state for the entire Dragon Age series - a point at which it would make no sense for the series to carry on. "I always had this dream of where it would all end, the very last plot," he says, "which I won't say because who knows, we could still end up there. But the idea that this uber-plot was this sort of biggest, finite... That the final thing you could do in this world that would break it was there as a 'maybe we would get to do that one day'... There was just the idea of certain big, world-shaking things that were seeded in that arc, some of which have already come to pass, like the return of Fen'Harel." You've read that correctly: the idea to have Fen'Harel, also known as the Dread Wolf, reappear, was seeded all the way back then, way before Inquisition - the game in which he does actually reappear. But the concept for Solas, as a character who was Fen'Harel in disguise, was a newer idea. "That spawned from a conversation I had with Patrick [Weekes] and a number of other writers," Gaider says, "as an idea of 'what if you had a villain that spent an entire game where he's actually in the party and you get to know him?' Now, the god version and his larger role in the plot, yes that was known, but not that he would be presented as a character named Solas." Fen'Harel being known about means the other elven gods were known about, which means all of that stuff Solas reveals about his godly siblings - that they're not gods at all but evil elven mages he locked away behind the Veil - was known about back then too. "Oh yeah," Gaider says. "Everything that Solas tells you [at the end of Inquisition DLC, Trespasser]: it's all part of that original uber-lore - that was all in our mind." But why have so much lore if you're not certain you'll get to ever realise it? Well, to create a believable illusion. By creating an "excess" of lore, as Gaider describes it, Origins made Thedas feel like an old and believable place. A place with history, rather than a Western set that was all facade and no substance."
"BioWare also did something canny with the lore it did relay then, too: it shared it through the voices of characters living in the world, making it inherently fallible. In doing this, Dragon Age veiled its truths behind biases. The church-like organisation of the Chantry proclaims one truth, while the elves and dwarves proclaim another. Sidenote: you can experience this yourself through different racial origin stories in Dragon Age: Origins. This way, there's no one, objective, irrefutable, truth. "To get the truth, you kind of have to pick between the lines," Gaider says. So even though elven legends are coming true through the existence of Solas and The Veilguard's antagonist gods, it doesn't mean that's the one and only truth. There's truth in what the Chantry teaches and what the dwarves say, he tells me, which ignites my curiosity intensely. BioWare has also been tricksy in how it's rubbed out the lore the further back in time you go. "In general, the further the history goes back, we always would purposefully obfuscate it more and more," Gaider says - "make it more biased and more untrue no matter who was talking, just so that the absolute truth was rarely knowable. I like that idea from a world standpoint, that the player always has to wonder and bring their own beliefs to it." It leads into a founding principle of Dragon Age, which is doubt - because without it, you can't have faith, a particularly important concept in the series. It's where the whole idea of the Chantry's Maker comes from and with it, the legend about the fabled Golden City - now the Black City - at the heart of the Fade. This is the very centre of the lore web, and, I imagine, it's close to the series endpoint Gaider imagined long ago. All secrets end there. Did Gaider know what was in the Black City when he laid down Origins' lore? That's the question - and it startles me how casually he answers this. "Oh, yeah," he says. "What was in the Black City: that's the uber-plot. I knew exactly. "Was it as detailed in the first draft of the world?" he goes on. "No. I had an idea of the early history because that's where I started making the world. So the things that were true early-early: I knew exactly what the Black City was and the idea of what the elves believed, and what humans believed vis-a-vis the Chantry - that was all settled on really early. Then I expanded the world and the uber-plot bubbled out of that.""
"Gaider shows me the original cosmology design document for Dragon Age: Origins as if to prove this - or rather for the game that would become DAO. The world was known as Peldea back then. I can't share this with you because I see it via a shared screen on a video call, and because Gaider doesn't want me to, mostly because the ideas are so old they're almost unrecognisable from what's in the series now. But I can tell you it's a document that's just over a page in length, and that there's a circular diagram at the top showing the world in the middle and the spirit realm ringed around it. And on that document is reference to the Chantry's beliefs about a God located in a citadel that can be found there. Gaider says BioWare knew about Fen'Harel (the Dread Wolf) 20 years ago when it was developing Dragon Age: Origins, and that he'd one day reappear. The Fade wasn't known as the Fade back then, either, but as the Dreaming, because it's the place people go when they dream - an idea that lives on still. And if that sounds familiar to any fans of The Sandman among you, it should. "I'd say The Sandman series was probably fairly prominently in my head," says Gaider. "I liked that amorphous geography that was born from the psyche of collective humanity. I'd say yes, if I was to point at something specifically, that's probably where the very first inspiration of it took root." It's a lot to take in, but it reinforces the admiration I have for Dragon Age. Just as I have when hearing about the creation of my other favourite fantasy worlds, such as A Song of Ice and Fire, I begin to understand the magnitude - and the deliberateness - of the plotting that went on. I wonder if one day the Dragon Age series will end in the way Gaider first imagined, albeit slightly altered by the many other pairs of hands shepherding it along now. What a curious feeling it must be to know, so many years in advance, where things might go. Where that end is, I don't know, but I do know we'll take a significant step towards it in The Veilguard. After all, we're coming into contact with gods who were there at the recorded beginning of it all. "Yeah - we have access to people who can tell us the truth from first-hand experience," Gaider says, "although again, it depends on what the writers did with it. But if they continued the tradition of Dragon Age, you never know for sure if Solas is telling you everything, or what you're learning is the entire truth. "But yes, some of the big mysteries are being solved. I mean, will they one day definitively tell you about the Maker? Will we crack the big mysteries of the world and just make them answered finally? And does that ruin one of the central precepts that Dragon Age is founded upon? Maybe," he says. "Ultimately, that lore, when you make it big and you hint at it and hint at it and hint at it, it becomes a Chekhov's Gun of sorts. Eventually you got to pony up.""
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Have a taste - Emily Prentiss
Summary: when you explain to emily how one of your exes loved giving you head, she decided that she needs to have a taste warnings: SMUT, oral (r!receiving), face sitting, fwb(?) 1.5k+ wc
Girl's night was missing two crucial members this week, leaving you alone with Emily in her vast living room, staring out her window wall and peering into the night skyline with twin glasses of wine. You were perched on her cloud white sofa, a comfortable silence between you as you delved into each other's personal lives. Clad in soft hello kitty shorts and a mismatching graphic tee, you glanced at Emily, who wore a similarly styled outfit to you, as you asked her the next question.
Somehow, girl's night always found a path towards sex-related conversations, whether is be the dimmed lights in Emily's apartment or your chronic nosiness. Tonight was no different. "Do you prefer sex with men or women?" You inquired, leaning closer to her. To nobody's surprise, Emily had dabbled with both, and would continue to do so for as long as she liked. "Depends on the mood I'm in. Sometimes I want a masculine man to pound into me until sunrise-" She paused at your tipsy giggle, grinning widely before continuing "But otherwise I think I mostly gravitate towards women. They're hot." Another laugh bubbled in your chest at her statement, muttering a joking "Thank you" with a shrug of your shoulders.
Emily downed the rest of her glass of wine before reaching for the bottle again. "Okay, best head you ever got?" She asked blatantly. You hummed, leaning down to put your glass of wine on her coffee table, clapping your hands together. "I dated a guy who was in a band for a while." Emily 'Ooh'ed, tucking her legs under her to make herself more comfortable. "He had this whole look with the messy hair, like nose ring and tattoos going up arms and on the back of his neck. He had an obsession, I think. Could literally wake up on his days off, roll over, and spend hours between my legs. Cooking dinner? Put me on the counter and spread my legs wide open. Checking myself out in the mirror? Got down on his knees behind me and got to work."
"You're lying to me." Emily's reaction was priceless, with her jaw slack, hand frozen around the bottle of wine as she listened to you talk about your ex. When you shook your head with a smile, eyes glinting with mischief, she added
"Well I've got to have me a taste of that pussy."
"Go for it honestly."
She'd meant it as a joke, she really did. A 'oh watch out I like women' type of thing, referring to the straight girls deathly afraid of their queer friends. But now, watching as you shrugged your shoulders carelessly with a chuckle, offering for her to get between your legs and taste what you had to offer, she completely froze.
"I thought you were straight."
"I don't really discriminate between men and women."
"I thought you've never gotten with a girl before."
"I haven't. Doesn't mean I won't."
"So... you'd let me eat you out?"
"Yeah, I don't see why not."
"Are you fucking with me?"
At the shake of your head, Emily put the bottle of wine on the table alongside your glass, crawling over to where you sat on the end of the couch. Emily only stopped when your knees were touching, watching as you consciously straightened up, eyes staring into hers as you worriedly bit down on your bottom lip. "Can I kiss you first?" You nodded, hands falling to Emily's waist as hers went to cup your jaw, leaning in until her lips were grazing yours. She finally pulled you closer so her lips pressed against yours, your mouth falling open to let her slither her tongue in, meeting yours in a passionate dance. Emily expertly took over the kiss, her tongue dominating yours so she could explore your mouth, one hand moving to the nape of your neck to keep you close to her.
Both your hands came up to Emily's chest, pushing her away softly so you could catch your breath, panting softly. If Emily wanted to ease into the act by kissing you, you didn't have a problem with it. You just weren't expecting that. "Okay, let me have a taste then." She spoke again, eyes running over your body. Your nipples were hard, harder than they had been mere moments ago, but she assumed that she just hadn't noticed it before, her senses heightened by her arousal. She had to resist the urge to reach out to pinch them, instead helping you pull your shorts and panties off when you lifted your hips up for her.
"It's probably nothing special." You mumbled, letting Emily guide you so you were leaning back against some pillows, still allowing you a clear view of the woman's movements. Emily scoffed in amusement, laying down in front of you before shuffling forwards until she was close enough to lick your awaiting cunt. She couldn't believe how one question had led to this. The dim lights of her penthouse almost hid the shine of arousal against your skin, but she ran a finger up your slit, collecting your juices before cockily saying "I'll be the judge of that." Emily inhaled deeply, taking in your scent before finally delving into your pussy, arms hooking around your thighs to control their movement.
A moan was immediately heard when Emily ran her tongue up your slit, pushing your puffy lips apart from each other due to the pressure she was applying. You think the moan came from the both of you. "Fuck me." You heard Emily whisper, the movement of her lips against your skin tickling you slightly. Then, she was back to licking, tasting your juices and pressing hard against your clit with her tongue. Your toes curled slightly, hips bucking when your clit sent little shocks of pleasure up your body. Emily grunted, pushing your thighs apart to get more space between them, separating from you slightly so she could spit directly onto your pussy, emitting a loud gasp from you.
Her fingers were on you then, massaging her saliva onto your clit before she latched on again, this time sucking on the sensitive nub. You keened loudly, hands instantly securing in her brown hair as your thighs instinctively tried shutting around her head. Emily allowed it this time, nails making little crescents on the skin at the top of your thighs as she tried getting impossibly closer to your cunt, messily making out with it as she alternated between sucking on your clit and thrusting her tongue into your entrance.
You were convinced she would suffocate just then.
Alas, Emily suddenly pulled away from you, her mouth and chin wet from your arousal as she begged. "I need more. Sit on my face." Your eyes widened at her suggestion, beginning to shake your head as you mutter "I've never-" But she was already frantically tugging your t-shirt off and laying down on her back, hands on your thighs guiding you to mount her. You found yourself letting her direct you over her face, grabbing at the arm of the couch as you tried slowly lowering yourself onto her. Emily wasn't having any of that though, hands on your hips aggressively pulling you down on her face so her nose instantly hit your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.
Changing her technique, Emily thrusted her tongue into your hole repeatedly, hands dragging you back and forth on her face, encouraging you to grind down on her. That's what you did, letting the woman sloppily tongue at your cunt while she reached up for your tits, immediately tweaking your nipples between your fingers. She groped your tits with purpose, alternating between massaging the fat of your breasts and pinching and twisting at your sensitive nipples until you were panting, eyebrows scrunching up while telling her "'M so close. So close Em." Your words encouraged her to go faster, one hand falling from your breast to your hip so she could drag you where she wanted you, lips immediately closing around your clit to suck harshly.
Emily's hand immediately returned to groping your tit, and paired with the aggressive pleasure on your clit, she immediately had you coming, legs closing around her head while you came down from your high. Emily continued lapping at your pussy, hands dropping to rest on your ass where she rubbed your skin gently until you were bucking your hips away from her, whispering "Em, 's too much."
The girl finally stopped, slowly helping you un-straddle her face. She sat up next to you on the couch, arm wrapping around your waist while she leaned in close to you, asking delicately "Was that okay for you?" You nodded, turning your head before leaning into her slightly, staring at her lips. Emily grinned, pecking your lips gingerly before stating "I am a whole mess over here." You chuckled, grabbing tissues from the table to start wiping your juices off her face when she stopped you, adding playfully "And by the way, sweetest pussy I've ever tasted."
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Day 12: Time Travel
âSooooo Phantom, do ya have any siblings?â Kid Flash asked as he tried to make small talk with the newest recruit to the team.
A few days ago, Young Justice was called to a meeting by Batman where he introduced their new team mate, Phantom. Phantom was a tough looking dude, he was jacked and towered over them all, even Conner!
Batman didnât give them much information about the guy but apparently John Constentine was the one who suggested him for the team since he needed âcommunity service hoursâ.
The dude was currently drinking some soda next to the computer as Red Robin searched for any new info on their latest mission. He turned his attention away from the can, and stared at Wally, his red eyes piercing into his soul.
âWhy?âÂ
âWell we are all about to go on a mission together and none of us really know you so I think itâd be best if we all got to know you better,â that was half true. Mostly Wally was just being nosey, but the dude really did make everyone nervous since he was this really tough dude with blood red eyes and apparently was here because John Constentine said he needed community service hours???? Constentine typically say some wild shit, but what the fuck do you mean by community service? Wally knows you canât use those for school, heâs tried, and what else gave you community service? Juvie and prison!!
Phantom stared at him hard for a few seconds, his eyes searing into the back of Wallyâs skull before saying, âOkay fineâ.
The answer surprised everyone in the room, I mean the guy had barely even spoken the last few days and had rejected every question about his personal life.
âDepending on how you see it, I have 2 to 4 siblingsâ
âIs your father a serial adopter too?â Tim joked.
âYes and noâ
âHuh?âÂ
âItâs pretty complicated,â Phantom shrugged, seemingly deciding to end the conversation there and taking another swig of his drink.
However, Tim, out of annoyances of every attempt to get to know this jerk being thwarted and a bit of confidence his family was more complicated, decided to challenge Phantomâs statement.
âEhh, it probably isnât as complicated as my family, we got about 50 more siblings adopted each month, all with lots much traumaâ
At this, Phantom narrowed his eyes at Tim.
âI see what your doing, your trying to get me to talk tell you guy more about my family by acting like yours are more insaneâ
âAm I?â Tim asked, trying to hide the shivers going down his spine from the way Phantom was staring at him.
Phantom to a huge swig of his soda, emptying it and throwing it into the garbage, before fully turning to Tim. Â
âYouâre lucky I am always good for competitions, now sit down this is going to take a bitâ
Tim gladly obliged and soon everyone sat around Phantom as if it were storytime in kindergarten.
âOkay, so at first I only had an older sister and my parentsâ Phantom began, âbut then they died because of a mistake I made and I had to move in with my evil godfatherâ
Megan raised her hand and asked, âIsnât a godfather someone who is very close to the family? Why would your parents choose an evil person?â
ââCause my dad was oblivious to this and though they were good friends even though the dudes tried to kill him multiple timesâ
âI see,â Megan lowered her hand, no less confused.
âThere I went mad with grief and had him remove my humanity and tried to kill all of humanityâ
âI think that was a bit of an overreaction,â Wally joked.
âYou tried to kill all of humanity? Why werenât we told of this when it happened?â Kaldur'ahm asked.
âThat was in a different timeline, I was a big enough problem that they gods tried to kill the younger version of me to stop me, so to avoid dying, my younger version decide to try to defeat me and the only reason he did was cause I was underestimating him,â Phantom emphasized the last part because he had to stress he didnât not lose to a 15 year old boy because he was weaker than him.
âWhat happened next?,â Artemis asked, completely inraptured in the story.
âI was then imprisoned for sometime before escaping, causing problems and then realizing that causing younger mean the same pain I experienced won't bring my loved ones back,â Phantom continued to explain, âso I am now going to therapy, doing community service, and got the majority of my powers taken awayâ.
âIs your therapist open to seeing new patients?â Konner asked.
âNo, but this timelines version of my sister is and she has a lot of experience so I can give you her number insteadâ
âSure, thatâll workâ
âOkay,â Phantom said before writing her number down and handing it to Konner, âThe thing is I canât go back to living with my real parents because they donât know that I am Phantom so I have to go back to living this timelines version of my godfatherâ
âYou gotta be kidding meâ Tim groans.
âExactly what I said!!â Phantom put his arm up defensively, âFortunately, this version is a little better, he is no longer tiring to kill my dad and has stopped chasing after my mom, he did clone the other of me and now there is a genderbent version of him but my godfather treats her like a princess and will not stop spoiling her, which I am also guilty ofâ
Phantoms continues to explain more and in the back of Tim's mind he remembers he was supposed to be doing something but honestly this conversation was too good to care.
âAnyways that's how I technically have 2 to 4 siblings, Jazz and Elle are permanently my sisters and I love them so much, and even though the other Jazz is technically the same as this Jazz, I still think of her as someone else, someone I miss dearly. Also if I considered this Jazz my sister, I guess Iâd have to considered the other me as my brotherâ
âDamn bitch your family is crazyâ Wally said, happy he finally managed to get through Phantomâs tough skin.
As they finished up their storytime, the Zeta-tubes activated and Red Tornado and an upset looking Batman walked to the group.
âYou all were supposed to leave thirty minutes agoâ
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Invisible string
pairing: Max Verstappen x reader
summary: Red Bull Racing has a new sponsor. You host a party as the head of that company to celebrate this agreement. Max has no choice but to attend, but the evening ends with a pleasant surprise after he meets you in person. Maybe he was wrong about you all along.
note: I'm everything but a scientist. If you are one, please, ignore the amount of inaccuracies. There must be a lot.
part two
âYou're insane,â Robert told you for the hundredth time that day when he arrived at your place, although every time there was a little laugh accompanying the comment.
Maybe he was right. Deciding to spend over three hundred million dollars on sponsoring an F1 team did sound insane, but he did agree to do it, and you signed the contract together. Sure, sixty percent of the company was yours, it was mainly your call, but he was still your mentor.
But he didn't stand in your way, he knew how passionate you were about this sport, and your biotech company could use the PR and marketing opportunities that came with this partnership. And let's not forget about the political aspect, because there were lots of important people who loved the sport and supported a top team like Red Bull Racing.
Your assistant came up to you to ask a few questions, but once she was gone, you folded your arms and stuck out your tongue at Robert. âYouâre just jealous because it was my idea. Jokes aside, it's a good thing. F1 comes to the US so many times these years, it's good to be a big sponsor of a top team. Have you seen what kind of people attend the races? Exactly who we need to charm.â
âYou never had an issue with charming people without such a big investment,â he noted with a sigh.
You bit your lower lip and turned away to look out into the backyard that was by now full of party decorations. You wanted to celebrate the announcement with an elegant party at your place, and you invited board members, top employees, some important people to schmooze with, and people from the newly sponsored F1 team.
âWe need some legislation changes to kickstart the new project, you know that,â you told him eventually when you turned back to him. âI wish we could afford to be patient, but we need to launch it as soon as we can.â
Robert put a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed it. âYou stress too much about that. Take it easy,â he said.
Easier said than done, but you didn't want to continue this conversation. âI need to get rid of my yoga pants and change into something red, so make yourself at home as usual,â you told him with a smile before rushing away.
âOh, so you're still a Ferrari fan, aren't you?â he called after you, bringing up the elephant in the room.
With a laugh, you came to a halt and spinned on your heels to face him again. âYeah, and my favorite team is a joke at the moment. This was purely a business decision.â
Max did his research. Well, it was mostly the team handing out dossiers about the host and her business partner, along with a couple of other important people who were expected to attend the party, but he did read every single page and memorized each and every one of them.
When he reached the gate of his destination, he found armed guards outside, and he let out a frustrated groan at the sight. It was ridiculous. He didn't even want to be here. But he had to be a good boy and attend to act as the poster boy of the team. Hopefully he just says hi, maybe says a few words about how great this partnership will be, exchanges a few sentences with a few people and that would be it.
âLoosen up a bit, you look terribly tense,â Adrian told him from the passenger seat.
Easy for him, at least he would have a funny story to tell at the party. The car he wanted to come with had been stolen from the hotelâs garage, and no one knew how anyone could take it. This gave him the ammunition to keep up conversations. Lucky bastard.
Meanwhile, what was he supposed to talk about? Driving? He talks about that all the time. His hobbies? These people probably weren't the target audience. âIâm not in the mood for this,â he eventually replied with a sigh.
âNo one is, but sometimes we just have to play nice and schmooze with our sponsors. This is the first time they support an F1 team, I guess they're just excited.â
âYeah, I know that,â Max replied with a roll of his eyes. âI just⊠I don't know, with all the things I've heard about our host, it sounds like she is some real life female Tony Stark. She already built such a huge company, she's responsible for big innovations, and she was on Forbes' 30 under 30 list⊠I mean, come on.â
Adrian watched him with a deep frown. âDoes it have anything to do with the fact she's a woman?â
Okay, this was getting ridiculous. âGod, no, it's because of her age. This isn't some app you can make in a college dorm, then sell for a lot of money. Building that company must have taken a lot of work, she couldn't have done it alone, yet every article the team cherry-picked for us failed to mention how she did it.â
âWell, from what I've read elsewhere, her partner really did help her with the administrative part of the project, but they talked to investors together. She's smart, and nice, and I one hundred percent believe she's capable of achieving this at her age. Might I add she's only a year younger than you? You don't seem to be in such a bad situation at your age either.â
Max took a deep breath to calm himself, but in the end he couldnât hold back the painful grunt that's been waiting to come out. âI'm miserable,â he noted sadly as he parked the car.
But Adrian wasn't in the mood for this. âYou're just whining now,â he pointed out patiently.
âWhatever.â
They got out of the car and walked up to the main entrance, passing by some people who looked like boring businessmen and their airhead partners. Maybe there was a politician among them too, at least one with a big voice sure made him believe that.
Inside the two of them separated, and Max took his time to take a look around. The house was impressive; four stories as he counted outside, modern, clean design, combined with a huge backyard that ended in a lake. It must have been peaceful when there was no crowd around.
After a while he went back inside but was soon intercepted by Christian. Crap, so much for a peaceful evening. âOh, and here's Max,â he said happily as he put a hand on his shoulder and guided him over to their little group.
âHi,â was all Max managed to come up with.
âWelcome,â you said with a warm smile. âAnd good luck for this year.â
âThanks.â
You turned to his boss with a curious look. âAnd where's Checo? I thought he would be coming as well.â
Christian seemed a little uneasy, but he managed to explain the absence of the team's other driver. âHe has a family emergency,â he replied curtly.
Max bit the inside of his cheek in order to keep back a comment. He didn't want to attend this stupid party either, but for some reason he didn't have a choice. He never had a choice.
To his surprise, you began to laugh at this, then took a sip of your champagne with a mischievous look in your eyes. âOh, the real get out of jail free card,â you noted.
Max snorted at this, and there was no way he could hide the huge grin that wanted to break out. All right, you got a brownie point for this comment, that's for sure.
âI'm sure he would love to be here,â Christian assured you.
âSure.â You remained silent for a while, but just when Max was beginning to assume an awkward break would settle into the conversation, you spoke up again. âWell, I'm glad you're all here. Thank you for taking the time. Please, just make yourselves at home, and enjoy the rest of the evening.â
At one point Adrian joined the little group and decided to become a part of the conversation with one last question. âWhere's Mr. Hartford?â he asked.
You let out a thoughtful hum as you looked around. âI don't know, last time I saw him he was talking to a board member. But I'm sure he'll find and greet you too. Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to say hello to a few more people. Have fun.â
The three of them watched as you walked away, and Max couldn't help but appreciate the view. That red jumpsuit you wore tonight hugged your figure so perfectly it almost made him drool. Almost. He could easily push that stupid part of his mind to the side for now. He couldn't let himself be fooled into believing you really were oh so perfect, there had to be something that was wrong with you.
âDid it kill you?â he heard Adrian's voice, and when he turned to him, he saw a knowing smile on his face.
Meanwhile Christian looked a little confused. âDid what kill him?â
âTalking to her.â
âWhat, you had an issue with that?â
âNo,â Max protested, sending a disapproving look to the engineer who only laughed at him.
âSure? You sounded kinââ he began, but was quickly interrupted.
âYou two are insufferable, you know that, right?â Max asked them with a sigh, then rolled his eyes and left without waiting for their answer. All he wanted was a quiet corner and another glass of champagne, maybe a few bites of those delicious sliders a waiter offered him not long ago.
âAre you planning to come up with something that can race against Neuralink?â
Oh, for fuckâs sake, not this again. But you forced a polite smile on your face and took a deep breath. âIt's easy to come up with new, flashy innovations, but let's not forget that the root of the problem is always a bioethical one. Let's take them and their animal testing procedures for example. Whether you like it or not, euthanizing so many animals does raise ethical questions.â
âBut it's for a greater good,â another man noted, earning a few nods from the people around him.
âI don't know, I believe we need to find a way to test new technologies without hurting anything or anyone first. That's one of the things we're working on at the moment. Also there's another bioethical aspect, and that's the fact these things would be expensive. The general availability is highly questionable, it would only help the rich.â
That one politician you had no choice but to invite despite every cell in your body protesting against it began to laugh at this. âAnd what's wrong with that as long as they pay?â
Oh, you son of a bitch, how could you be so dense? You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself, but it was really hard at the moment. Luckily, Robert realized that this was a touchy subject, so he put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.
âWhat she's trying to say is that it should be more than just a discussion about profit,â he began to explain. âSure, that's important to finance our research, but science is supposed to help people.â
The man gave him a condescending look, as if he was disappointed that you would both choose to help people instead of earning a lot of money. What he didn't understand was the fact your company had highly profitable solutions, which gave you the opportunity to work on things that weren't as successful financially.
âFor us,â you suddenly began, your finger moving in a circle as a sign that you were talking about the members of this little group, âgoing to a private hospital to get treatment and paying for our prescribed medication is normal. But let's not forget that almost 8 percent of the US population is uninsured. That's 26 million people. Let's say they start coughing. What do they do? They turn to home remedies because they can't afford the medical bill. Then things get worse as it turns into pneumonia and if they're lucky, they can go to a free clinic where they're prescribed meds. But can they pay for them?â
Robert nodded, then went on to add, âAnd it can be anything, really, even something contagious.â Clever. That guy was known for being a germaphobe, if anything, that could surely get his attention.
But he remained silent and a woman jumped in to drive the conversation instead of him. âWhat about different cybernetic implants? I mean, those are pretty impressive in movies, but how close are we to actually having them?â
You shrugged. âDepends on who you ask.â
A painful half an hour later you and Robert went outside, walking all the way out to the lake to build a little distance from the guests. âThanks for backing me up there,â you told him before taking a sip of your cocktail.
âAnytime,â he said as he clinked his glass with yours.
Before he could say anything else, though, you heard someone clear their throat behind you. The both of you turned around and saw Max stand there with his hands in his pockets, watching you with a polite smile.
âYou have a second?â he asked.
âSure,â you replied as you took a few steps closer to him.
âI have to go, I just wanted to thank you for the invitation and say goodbye.â
You weren't used to guests you didn't really know coming over to say goodbye before they left. Most people usually just got in their cars and drove off without a word, but honestly, you were honestly grateful for that. But this goodbye was flattering, after all you could see it on his face that under the polite smile he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
With a nod, you held out your hand, and he took it without thinking. âThanks for coming. I hope you could enjoy yourself a little bit. I know it's not a fun kind of party.â
âIt was okay. Well, except for that woman who was raging about people who want to replace real meat with artificial meat,â he added with a laugh.
You froze and your eyes slowly narrowed at him. âWait a second.â
Max looked genuinely confused, and his hand was still holding yours without either of you realizing it. âWhat?â he asked you.
âYou're a genius! Excuse me.â
As you dropped his hand and began to walk away, he turned to Robert with a confused look on his face. âWhat did I say?â No response, only a shrug. âWhere are you going?â he called after you.
âTo the lab,â you finally told him without looking back.
Once again, Max turned back to the other man. âShe's leaving her own party?â
âShe has a lab in the basement,â you called back to answer his question.
Robertâs lips curled into an understanding smile. âSend me a text if it's something worth looking into,â he said, then turned back to Max and held up his hands. âUsually it's better not to ask.â
Despite Robert's warning, Max was now way too curious to simply ignore your strange behavior. He wanted to know what was going on in your head, so he followed you to the lab inside the house. He first arrived in an office, but through the huge windows he could see the actual lab.
âIs everything okay?â he asked after he softly knocked on the open door.
âHmm?â You turned around with a questioning look, but once you realized it was him, you nodded. âOh, yeah, sure. What are you doing here?â
Max walked inside, feeling completely out of place. âYou ran away so abruptly that I wanted to know what's going on.â
âYou gave me an idea, that's what's going on.â
âOookay⊠And what was the idea?â he asked as he watched you sit behind the desk and enter your password to unlock the laptop that was connected to several monitors.
âUsing something artificial instead of the real thing. That way we can bypass a barrier that's been blocking us,â you replied without looking at him.
âYou lost me.â
A sweet little laugh left your lips, a sound that drew him closer as if it was a sirenâs song. âAll right, can you promise to keep your mouth shut about what I'm about to tell you?â Max nodded, so you grabbed the chair next to you, then pulled it closer and pointed at it to make him sit down. âGood. So one of the issues with bioprinting is that we can't be sure whether or not the cells we're working with are damaged, meaning if there's a possibility of cancer showing up later on for example.â
You were so enthusiastic, but he was so damn lost. It was the result of an unfamiliar territory, and the fact his mind could mostly focus on the way your lips moved instead of the words that left them. âWait, what's bioprinting exactly?â he asked, unsure if he had the right idea.
Nodding, you clicked on something and it brought up a video feed. âFor example, this,â you said with a proud smile.
It looked like a 3D printer, that much he knew, but what it was printing was a mystery at the moment. âWhat's that?â
âA 3D printed heart that's being made from my own cells,â you replied with a wide grin. âGive it another few days and it'll be ready.â
âIs that real?â
âYep. Although, and that's what I've just mentioned, I can't guarantee it doesn't have cancerous cells. But theoretically speaking, someone awaiting transplant could get it.â
Max let out a thoughtful hum as he looked back at you. âSo what does it have to do with artificial things?â
âThat's how we bypass the damaged cell issue. We just need to create artificial cells that we can then turn into whatever we want them to be.â
âYou think it could work?â
After thinking about it for a short while, you eventually shrugged. âMaybe,â you said quietly as you leaned back in your swivel chair. âI need to put a team together and discuss our options, then we'll see. As of now it's just a wild idea.â
âInteresting.â
To be honest, he could spend the whole night doing nothing but listening to you talk about your work. Meeting you in person changed the way he had thought about you before arriving here, and now he wanted to use this opportunity to get to know you better.
He did a quick search after first talking to you, and he read an article from the end of the last year that stated you were single. That was two months ago, maybe that hadn't changed since then. But something told him you were way too in love with your career to worry about romantic relationships, so if he wanted to get your attention, he probably had to work hard for it.
Your phone's screen lit up on the desk and he didn't miss the wallpaper. It was one of those prayer circle memes with Charlesâ photo on it, which made him realize something. âYou're a Ferrari and Charles fan?â he asked you with a raised eyebrow.
âYep, already getting ready for prayer circles as you can see,â you replied with a laugh as you showed him the screen. âThat's their only hope, I swear.â
âThen why are you sponsoring us?â he asked.
âA business decision in its purest form.â
Was he disappointed? Maybe a little bit. In his head he was already making up scenarios, like the first time you went to a race to support himâyes, he was getting ahead of himself, so whatâand now it felt like a bomb had been dropped on his plans. Sure, as a sponsor or his girlfriend you'd physically be in their garage, but your heart would be with the Italians.
Max let out a sigh as he nodded. âAnd here I was, thinking you just wanted to see your company's logo on a fast car. Didn't know you were actually watching the races.â He tried to keep a casual tone to make it sound like it didn't hurt him, but he had a feeling his disappointment was seeping through the cracks.
Because you remained silent for a while, and when you finally spoke up, your voice was soft and quiet. âMaybe there are a lot of things you don't know.â
âYeah, maybe,â he responded as he rolled closer to you.
The sadness he felt slipped away as soon as it came, because it was like he got under your spell the moment he got close enough to you. Your pretty eyes were following his every move, carefully watching him as you waited for whatever was to come.
It only took him a minute to make up his mind, to take a risk and see if you were willing to play this little game with him. So he raised his hand and curled his index finger to signal you to move over to him with a playful smile on his lips. âCâmere,â he said quietly.
To his surprise, you didn't hesitate to do as you were told, you stood up and sat in his lap with your arms around his neck, meeting him halfway for a kiss. The need for something more grew inside him as the kiss deepened, and a small part of his mind shifted its focus to your jumpsuit, trying to figure out the fastest way to get you out of it.
âI'm going home on Sunday. Come with me,â he suddenly spoke up, pulling away a little to look you in the eye. âStay for a few days. Or a week or two,â he tried with a cheeky grin.
You leaned back to reach for your phone that you left on the desk, but he had his hands firmly on your bottom to keep you in place. âI can't reach my phone,â you said with a pout. âI can't tell you if I can go without it.â
With a sigh, he rolled the two of you closer to the desk so you could get it, but he didn't take his hands off of you. As you checked your calendar, humming every now and then, he couldn't help but start and place kisses in the crook of your neck.
âHow about the week after that?â you asked him as you lowered your phone. âWe have meetings with the CFO, an important meeting with a certain someone that I can't delay or skip, and I want to put together the team to test my new idea. Next week's pretty crowded.â
Max cupped your cheek and made you look at him. âIf there's one thing we learned from Covid is that you can do these things online. Come on, I have fast and stable connection back home,â he tried with a smile.
âBut you'll let me work,â you told him sternly, to which he only responded with a laugh before kissing you again. âI hate you.â
âYou don't, and you know it.â
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heart to heart | s.r.
in which hotchner!reader is set to have heart surgery, and Spencer can't help but be concerned for her
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who? spencer reid x hotchner!reader category: angst content warnings: fem!reader, chronically ill!reader, spencer is anxious, inadvertently made jack hotchner a glass child, hospitals, medications, surgery, heart transplant, hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, mostly medically accurate, rejected proposals, spencer's pov, mentions death and dying and wills, howl's moving castle word count: 2.51k a/n: this might be my favorite margotober post of the week. i don't know. it's very introspective. twas a request!
Ironically, his heart was racing. Spencer made his way through the cardiac unit with nothing but his imagination to guide him. He had just left the building a few hours ago when you insisted that he sleep in a real bed, and now he was back.
Your dad hadnât told him what was going on, he just told him to get to the hospital. It was an hourâs drive from his place in D.C. to Johns Hopkins in Baltimoreâyou could already be dead by now.
He didnât even have a chance to say goodbye to you. Not a real, proper goodbye. He told you heâd come back in the morning, which felt ridiculous now.
The sterile fluorescence of the intensive care unit only added to his irritability as he washed his hands upon entry, the CVICU had been your home for the past two months, and in a way, it had become Spencerâs as well. He couldnât be shocked, youâd been in heart failure for nearly two years, and there was no way he could ignore the worried glances between your doctors and nurses.
You slept more than you were awake most days, Spencer and your dad took turns staying behind on cases, and you usually didnât have the energy to hold a conversation.
Thatâs why heâs so surprised to see you sitting up in bed with a cap over your hair, talking to your cardiologist. You looked drained, dark circles gave your eyes a haunted look, but Spencerâs chest filled with relief at the fact that you were still very much alive. âHey,â Spencer said, looking around the room for even the slightest clue as to what was going on.
Sluggishly, your head turned to look at him, âHey,â you said back, a weak smile on your face.
He wanted to tell you to lie down, sitting up was obviously draining you of what little energy you had, but more than that, he wanted you to tell him what was going onâhe couldnât guess, he couldnât bear to be wrong. âWhat is it? What happened?â His questions were frantic, your father had never called him in the middle of the night like this.
âIâm getting a heart, Spence,â you told him, your voice was gentle.
So, the sky wasnât falling. The feeling of impending doom that heâs had for the last two years was potentially going to be lifted away, âWhen?â He asked, stepping further into the room and setting his bag in the chair, crossing his arms as he joined the conversation between you and your doctor.
You took a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth, âTonight.â
He needed to sit down.
âWeâre just waiting on some final pre-op labs,â your doctor confirmed, nodding at the both of you. âItâs a good match,â he assured Spencer, âIâll let you two talk.â
As soon as you were alone, Spencer guided you down to the pillows. Too weak to resist, you leaned back until your shoulders hit the pillows, âWhereâs Hotch?â
You hummed in response, âJack freaked out when we told him I was getting a new heart, dadâs with him until our aunt gets here.â
âHeâs worried about you,â he observed, sometimes it was hard to put the age difference between you and your brother into perspective, but at times like this, he remembered just how young Jack really was.
Clearing your throat, you shook your head once, âHeâs scared that my new heart wonât love him the same.â
Spencer nodded in understanding, âSo, what did you tell him?â
You smiled softly, âI told him it was like in Howlâs Moving Castle.â Pausing for a moment to catch your breath, Spencer took your hand in his, âTheyâre not taking my love away, Iâll be able to love him even more with a new heart.â
âSo, now he thinks your heart is on fire,â Spencer pointed out, tucking a stray hair underneath your cap.
Sighing, you shut your eyes for a moment, âSometimes it feels like it.â
His chest tightened in sympathy while watching you try to catch your breath, vaguely aware that this was the last night that tonight would be like this, âAre you scared?â It seemed like a foolish question to ask, knowing that youâd had more procedures than most people your age, but this was a big one. This was the big one.
You nodded gently, there were so many things to be scared of, surgical complications, transplant rejection, but you looked at Spencer with pity in your eyes. You were pitying him, âMy will is in the top drawer of my nightstand,â you started.
âNo,â Spencer interjected, denial creeping up on him.
You sighed, it took everything in you to hold back your tears, âSpence, we have to talk about this.â
He shook his head, âNo, we donât. Youâre going to be fine.â
âI need you to be rational,â you pleaded. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, you were begging him to think rationally as refusal crept over him. âYou know the statistics. In fact, you probably know them better than me,â you said pointedly.
He sniffled, âYou have good odds,â he insisted. âEven if you didnât have good chances, youâve always been good at beating the odds,â he reminded you. The two of you had said goodbye before, a nasty battle with bacterial endocarditis had put you in a coma, but you had come out of it, sending you even higher on the UNOS transplant list.
Issues with your kidneys had knocked you out of the running for some hearts, so your only hope was a direct donation. It seemed like you were getting your wish. âMy heart wonât be as big,â you murmured, not having the energy to debate Spencer on probability.
âNo,â he affirmed, âItâll be a bit smaller.â Your heart muscle was thick as a result of your cardiomyopathy, and your pacemaker wasnât able to keep up with your deteriorating health. A transplant became your only hope.
You sighed contentedly, âYou always made me feel so lucky.â
âStop trying to say goodbye,â he told you, tilting his head to the side.
Nodding, he could tell that you understood him, âYouâll never get rid of me, Iâll come back and haunt you.â
Spencer shook his head dismissively, âNo dying, sweet girl. Weâve got to take care of your new heart.â
A peaceful silence blanketed the two of you, sitting and waiting for someone to tell him it was time to go. He didnât want to go. Heâd go with you to the operating room if theyâd let him.
He said goodbye to you in the hallway, watching you get wheeled away before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking to the waiting room, stopping in his tracks at the sight before him.
A majority of the BAU had gathered in the waiting room, taking up all of the chairs on the right-hand side, settling in for the long haul. âHey,â JJ was the first one to speak, giving Spencer a quick embrace before stepping back, âHow was she?â
âSheâs good,â he answered absentmindedly, still looking around the room, a few familiar faces nowhere to be found. âShe was tired,â and a bit morbid toward the end.
Jack was curled up on one of the loveseats, a blanket tucked over him. Spencer continued looking around, confusion settling in until Emily spoke up, âHeâs in the chapel. Rossi and Morgan are with him.â
Hotch was in the chapel, likely lighting a candle for Haley while Rossi and Morgan said a prayer for you. Oddly enough, it brought Spencer comfort to know that his friends were pulling for you in the ways they knew how, especially when he didnât believe in it himself.
Spencer looked at the bracelet that you had placed in his hands, it was one of your most prized possessions, and should something happen to you, he was under strict instructions to hand it over to your father.
You were still a teenager when you were first diagnosed, and you were scared of having a big scar from open heart surgery, so your mom went out and bought you a charm bracelet. For each procedure after, youâd gotten a new charm for the bracelet with Hotch continuing the tradition after your mother had passed away.
There was no doubt in his mind that there would be a special charm for this surgery, Hotch usually had Penelope and JJ help him pick it out.
Penelope walked in, handing Spencer a cup of coffee. The average heart transplant takes six hours, but you have so much scar tissue that he wouldnât be surprised if it took longer than that.
You were two years younger than him, and he found himself enamored with you from the moment you met. Your disease had forced you to leave college early, but your dad had set you up with a job in records at Quantico, both to give you something to do and to keep you nearby.
Until you just kept getting sicker, you were the best person they had working in records, but eventually, you had to leave that too.
The rest of the team caught on to Spencerâs crush, but you found yourself avoiding him like the plague. You turned him down eight times before you finally acquiesced, come to find out the only reason you said yes is because Hotch pushed you in that direction. Of all people, your father had just wanted you to continue living your lifeâhe didnât want you to become a hermit.
You would be one now though, with all of the immunosuppressants youâd be on post-transplant, youâd be spending a lot of time at home.
Rejection became a trend in your relationship when Spencer proposed to you last year. Heâd done it properly, asking your father and Jack for permission, but youâd said no, rattling off some excuse about how he shouldnât shackle himself to someone with one foot in the grave.
That night, after you had all but broken up with him, youâd collapsed and ended up in the hospital. The two of you made a promise to each other. If you ever got a new heart, youâd finally say yes.
The promise had been your idea, claiming that karma had caused you to collapse in your apartment because you turned him down. Spencer didnât believe in karma and fate the way you did, but he did believe in you. That was enough for him.
Hotch came back up first, setting a comforting hand on Spencerâs shoulder before he walked back to where Jack was sleeping, your Aunt Jessica was back there with the two of them.
They hit the two-hour mark with no update, and Spencer convinced himself that no news had to be good news.
Derek and Rossi had made their way up to the waiting room, pulling out a deck of cards from the hospital gift shop and dealing around the table. Spencer just watched, heâd played more than enough card games in this hospital before, and heâd likely be playing many more in the future.
Youâd have to stay in the hospital post-transplant for approximately a month, but it was some comfort to Spencer that instead of your health declining, you would begin feeling better. It hurt to hope, but he found himself excited at the prospect of you regaining your strength.
By the time five hours had passed, JJ and Derek had fallen asleep in their chairs, but everyone had committed themselves to waiting for you.
Spencer wanted to take you home, settle you into your shared apartment together, and let you heal, but you werenât going to come home with him. When your month in the hospital was up, youâd go home with your dad and Jack. Your apartment didnât have an elevator, and he worried about you having to use the stairs all the time. Your dadâs apartment had an elevator, so it became the obvious choice.
You told him you didnât even remember what home looked like anymore. He couldnât wait to bring you home.
Heâd started to worry after six hours had passed, but just before hour seven hit, your cardiothoracic surgeon came out to the waiting room.
Careful not to wake Jack, Hotch stood up from his chair, approaching the surgeon with a wariness that Spencer had never seen from him. He waved Spencer over, silently inviting him to join the conversation.
âEverything went well, sheâll be in the CVICU still for a few days before sheâs strong enough to be transferred,â the doctor explained, garnering the attention of some of the other people in the room. âVisiting hours donât start for a few hours, but if one of you wants to stay with her until she wakes up, then Iâd be willing to arrange an exception.â
Youâd be waking up in a bright room with a tube in your throat, and having someone that you knew with you when you woke up would hopefully ease some of your fears. As soon as Spencer was about to offer to keep an eye on Jack so Hotch could sit with you, Hotch interrupted his train of thought, âYou should go.â
Spencer frowned, glancing over your father, âAre you sure?â
Nodding, Hotch looked back at Jack, still sleeping on the loveseat. âI need to stay with him, and she wouldnât want him to see her first thing,â he explained.
If Jackâs fear from earlier was any kind of forewarning, Hotch probably had a point when it came to wanting to stay with his youngest. Even still, Spencer protested, âI can stay with Jack.â
There were a number of people in the room who could stay with Jack, but Hotch clearly wanted to stay, âDonât keep my daughter waiting, Reid.â
He did not have to be told twice, turning around and following the doctor to your room, scrubbing his hands before approaching the door. Faltering slightly at the doorway, Spencer found himself staring at you. There were so many wires and tubes connected to you that heâd have to take his time doing inventory of them all, there was a tube breathing for you, but your heartâyour heart was beating steady.
âYou can take a seat here,â a nurse said, gesturing to a chair for him to use. He sat down obediently, setting his bag on the ground next to him.
You wouldnât come out from under the anesthesia for hours yet, but Spencer found comfort in knowing that heâd be here for you when you woke up. He could let you squeeze your hand when you felt pain, and heâd be there to wipe your tears away. At this point, heâd do anything you asked of him.
For now, all he had to do was wait. He clasped your hand in both of his and sat at your bedside, a ring box burning a hole in his messenger bagâwaiting for you to be ready for it.
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đđ©đ°đ¶đ”đ°đ¶đ” summary: where he has an interest in a certain pop singer, and he doesn't try to hide it. note: believe me or not iâve been listening hip hop since Im like 15 y/o, soooo why not do an M&Mâs fic?? Let me know if u want part 2! xoxo
The lyrics of Mr Eminem's new song being mostly about you? That was something you definitely didn't expect.
I get so weak on my knees
Lose all control
Damn, her silhouette
So hot
Fuck beinâ a gentleman
I'm going to fuck her instead
The red carpet at the Grammys has always been a dream for you, you had already won a couple of awards, today... you were excited to be the presenter of one of them.
Best Rap Album.
To say you were excited is an understatement.
You've loved this genre of music since you were a teenager, Tupac, Fifty, Snoop...to name the most classics.
The camera flashes were the only thing you saw, accompanied by many voices that stunned your ears just by hearing your name.
"Y/N! over here!" A reporter called you, without hesitation, you approached.
"Hey how are you?" you asked with a big smile.
"Incredible! How are you? I imagine you're very excited for tonight" he smiles.
"Don't even mention it! I can't wait to call the winner on stage!"
"Do you think Eminem is nominated? He's been on everyone's mouth lately with his latest song..."
Here we go.
"Yeah... well, I'm sure he'll be nominated, I mean, he's fucking Eminem, it would be like a sin if he wasn't, right?" You laughed a little awkwardly.
"What do you think about his last song, about his comments towards you? 50% of people are upset calling Eminem a degenerate..." you didn't let him finish speaking.
"Well...I really like him, I mean, I've always been his fan and it's an honor to be named in one of his songs. Plus I also think that...we all know how he's like, if you don't like his way to be, to think, to speak, the lyrics of his songs, just don't listen to it and that's it, problem solved, I donât see the point in hating so much on something you can just...ignore" you laugh looking at the camera "Just take things more lightly, not everything is fighting and bad intentions."
You finished your conversation with said reporter and simply headed to your designated seat.
On the other hand, a certain blonde boy was also being attacked with questions regarding his controversial lyrics.
"She's here? Shit, I want to see her," the blonde rapper said, showing a small, very small, smile, turning his head around with the intention of catching some sign of the hot pop singer, you.
"Yes! In fact she will be the one to present the award for best rap album!"
"No shit! Damn man she's here" Em turned around and said to his best friend, Proof.
In a few minutes everyone finished settling into their seats and you both were surprised when you looked at each other, just a few seats away.
You were five seats to the right and three to the back, so you caught him every time he turned his head back a little to look and smile at you.
Until, soon...your moment had arrived, you got up from your seat to head backstage.
By the way, when you walked past the rapper, he didn't try to hide the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off you for even a second.
"And the Grammy goes to..." you created some tension "EMINEN!" You blurted out the name more excited than you should have.
The rapper's reaction might not have been very expressive normally, but he couldn't contain his smile when he knew who would be the one giving to him his award. The rapper and his friends got on stage and it was inevitable that you felt nervous as you watched him walk towards you, with a playful look, as if he knew what he generated in you.
"Congratulations," you whispered when he was close enough to you, taking the grammy as you felt the soft brush of his fingers against yours, he did it on purpose.
You didn't expect him to give you a hug.
"That's all I get?" He whispered back to you, keeping your faces close and your noses touching, his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him as if he didn't want to move away from you.
A great bustle from the public was heard, and it took them both out of the small cloud in which they were.
This was definitely going to stir the waters.
You both walked away, while you greeted and congratulated the rest of his friends (Proof winking at you in the process).
"Wow, shit, this is crazy, thank you so much to everyone who made the production of this album possible, Dr Dre, who always had my back, I will be forever grateful...and my god, damn, thanks to whoever the fuck is that put this beauty in that dress..." he turned to look at you and winked "Y/N Y/L/N ladies and gentlemen, the source of my inspiration for Heat Seeker"
Obviously, you blushed.
The entire audience was applauding, probably already starting to gossip among themselves about the little show between you and Eminem.
Like a gentleman he offered you his hand as he watched you walk down the steps of the stage with great caution. "Thank you," you whispered. âAny timeâ he smiles at you.
ÂŽTil the end of the awards you continued to connect glances from time to time, you also noticed how his friends bothered him every time he turned his head to look at you.
"Hey, Y/N! wait!" listen to yourself behind your back. "Hey," you looked at him softly, "whats up?" He shook his head quickly. "I just wanted toâŠI mean, normally I wouldn't give a shit, but, I wanted to make sure that the song didn't offend you, it wasn't to upset youâŠ" You interrupted his attempt to apologies "Don't worry, I understand it was just the song, I didn't take it personally, actually, I loved it" you laughed. "You did? I'm glad you're not like the rest and laugh instead of being offended." His attempt to hide his smile failed completely.
It just slips away from him.
Just with you.
A few seconds of silence took over the situation, though it wasn't uncomfortable, your eyes connected and you didn't seem to realize that you had been staring at each other. "Uhm, I was about to go to my hotel," you pointed behind you, "I was gonna change for the afterparty."
"Can I go with you?" He asked you, but before you processed the fact that he wanted to go with you to your hotel, he interrupted your thoughts "I mean, just so then we can go to the party together, if you want" he scratched the back of his neck.
You didn't even need to think about it "Yeah, I would like that" you smiled.
The two of you walked together towards your limo, captured by several cameras, so neither of you doubted that tomorrow you would wake up to a bunch of articles about how Eminem and Y/N left the Grammy's together. But none of you care about it.
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x : MY DILUC, MY EVERYTHING :*+ïŸ
in which: you tell diluc that klee finds him 'too boring' to be your boyfriend. he can't help but feel like she's right.
warnings: 1.3k words, insecure diluc who needs a little reassurance, mostly dialogue, klee being cute but also a menace, so much fluff with a dash of angst.
a/n: i have not posted anything in so long, but i wanted this to be my first fic of 2024 because i love diluc <3 i hope you all enjoy this little fic!
âWhat do you mean Mr Diluc is your boyfriend?â Klee asks, tilting her head to the side with an inquisitive look in her eyes as you bend down to her height.
âI mean that Mr Diluc is my boyfriend. My partner. Weâve been together for years now.âÂ
âYou mean that Mr Diluc, right?â She raises a tiny hand in the direction where the red-haired in question stands. Heâs immersed in conversation with Kaeya and Jean, but from one glance you can tell the estranged brothers are up to no good. Or rather, that Kaeya is having the time of his life provoking your partner.
âThatâs the one. I think heâs the only one, Klee.â
Her pointer finger then comes up to her chin in contemplation, and her breath of contemplation materialises as a small cloud, condensating in the winter chill. âWhy?â
âWhat do you mean, why?â
âWhy is he your boyfriend?â
âWell, why wouldnât he be?â
âNo offence to Mr Diluc, but heâs so cold and boring!â She cries, clenching her fists to her chest, as if being âboringâ was a crime to humanity. âAnd he never smiles. He should smile more but I would find him scarier like that⊠so maybe he should stay the way he is: a total gloomy bum bum!â
You canât help but laugh at her honest statement, muffling the noise with your hand. She blinks at you and wonders what she said that made you laugh, but you simply tell her that itâs nothing.
âMaybe, but I love that âgloomy bum bumâ just the way he is.â
âBut⊠why? Y/n is so kind and knows how to smile! Mr Diluc is too sad and boring for you.â
Over the course of your relationship with the wine monopolist, you were met with resistance from various people who believed they wanted âthe bestâ for him. These were including, butand not limited to, businessmen, his admirers, and old aristocrats with wealth on the brink of collapsing. You never let their passive aggressiveness get to you, their comments burned to ashes by the way Diluc lights the way for you with his undying flames.Â
Yet hearing a child, who has no real grip of the world beyond explosions and how not to blow up Monstadt, explain that Diluc shouldnât be with you because he doesnât know how to smile is⊠unbelievable. Her intentions are nothing but pure for her knowledge of the world has not yet been tainted by the nuance of human behaviour. As refreshing as it feels to have her support, any insults you hear about Diluc are unpleasant to hear. Though she may not hold any malice, perhaps her judge of character needs to be deepened.
âSometimes, the coldest people are really the warmest,â you begin, gently wrapping her scarf around her neck. âMr Diluc is one of those people.â
âReally?â
âWarmer than a fireplace, or a Pyro Crystalfly, or Jumpty Dumpty.â
Her eyes widen. âReally?â
âYes, but please donât go blowing one up just to see how warm it can be. Jean already told you about the animals hibernating during winter, you shouldnât go disturbing them.â
She tucks her hands behind her back, eyes downcast and ears flopped.
âDo you remember when Albedo took you to Dragonspine and when you melted a chunk of ice, crystalflies flew out of it?â
âThey were so pretty and became super warm! I wish I caught one of them, but they flew away too quickly.â
âMr Diluc is just like that ice with the fireflies. You just need to warm up to him and when you do, he can be one of the best people youâll ever meet.â
âWill he fly away too?â
âYou could keep an eye on him and find out.â
She nods, determination alighting in her eyes with the new task you assign her. Although youâre pretty positive she wonât ever succeed with it, youâre just happy youâve found a way to show Klee that your lover isnât as terrible as she deems. A flash of familiar red hair appears in your periphery.
âDear?â He calls, capturing your attention. âShall we head into the tavern now? Itâs too cold to stay out here.â
Sparing one last glance at Klee who regards your partner with fire in her eyes, you canât help but smile at the pure innocence in her heart. With a ruffle of her hair as goodbye, you take Dilucâs hand and stand, waving goodbye to the rest of the group before heading in the direction of Angelâs Share. Shuddering, you sink deeper into the wool of your coat and the warmth of his Pyro Vision, a perfect combat to the winter frost thatâs covered Monstadt.
âYou know,â you begin when both of you have arrived at the empty tavern and the red-haired has a fire started in the corner. He urges you to continue with a soft âhumâ. âThe conversation I had with Klee just wonât leave my head.â
âOh? Whatâd she say?â
Sitting down on a cold stool, you keep your gaze on him as he walks behind the counter. It seems like heâs preparing drinks and snacks for you: some cheese, crackers, and grapes.
âFirst of all, she only found out today that I was dating you.â
âOh? Jean or Albedo havenât told her before?â
âI guess neither of us appear that much in conversation together. But she refused to believe it at first, being like âyou mean that Mr Diluc?â, âwhy is he your boyfriend?â,â you laugh. âShe thought that you were too gloomy to be with me and that I should be with someone who knows how to smile.â
His cheese knife halts, the sound of metal meeting wood slicing through the atmosphere. However, youâre too engrossed in retelling the story to notice the way he freezes.
âHow silly. Kids really have the wildest presumptions and thoughts to match.â
Diluc continues preparing the food, stiff hands moving along the counter. You donât say more than that, saving further conversation for when heâs done. As he sets the arrangement of crackers, cheese, and grapes down, itâs accompanied by a heavy sigh.
âWhat if⊠sheâs right?â Asks the winery owner, voice no louder than a whisper.
âWhat?â
âYou heard me.â
âI did, but I donât understand why you think that way too.â
âWell, smiling isnât my strong suit anymore and Iâve been told by the knights that the children find my expression too scary.â
âYou know anyone can smile, right?â You ask jovially. âItâs not like a statistical impossibility-â
âItâs not just that,â he interjects sharply. Your smile fades, acknowledging Dilucâs sombre expression that clarified he wasnât joking around like you thought. However, seeing the change in your attitude sobered him and that sharp glance fades, turning into something remorseful and softer. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to snap like that.â
âNo no, itâs my fault for not taking you seriously. Please, go on.â
âIâm quite boring, you know.â He fiddles with the ends of his leather gloves. âDid you never think that maybe what Klee said could be correct?â
âNever because sheâs not correct. Honestly, Diluc, after all these years of being together and hearing what some people have to say about us, I never thought youâd think like this.âÂ
He casts his gaze downwards. âBecause those people donât know me like you do.âÂ
Two hands come up to cup his cheeks, gently directing him to look up at you and meet your kind expression. All inhibitions he had melt away at the sight of your smile.
âI can only hope they never do,â you reply simply, confidence lacing your words.Â
Being with him is not easy. He is a busy man, one who manages the entirety of Monstadtâs wine business during the day and takes to the shadows to look after your beloved city at night. Yet, despite working with the sun and moon, he still gives all of him to you. For as long as Diluc will allow it, you hope to be the only person heâll pick baskets of grapes with, play slow games of chess with, and freely lay out his convictions to.Â
Youâll be damned to give up your spot beside him without a fight.
Diluc doesnât believe he deserves the same. âYouâre too patient with me. Iâve let you down too much for you to be this forgiving,â he grabs your wrists and gently knocks his forehead against yours. âI canât give you everything you want.â
âYouâre my Diluc, you already are everything.â
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Driver Reader x driver, where she shows up with her boyfriend for the first time and all the drivers are super protective. But her boyfriend is just someone normal.
Please and thank youâ„ïžâ„ïžâ„ïž
Ahhh, so cuteâĄâĄâĄ
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The Boyfriend
Yn adjusted her Red Bull cap, glancing over her shoulder with a smile as she walked hand-in-hand with Tony. It wasnât the first time sheâd been to the paddock, of courseâshe was the youngest driver on the grid and had become a regular fixture in the F1 world. But this was the first time sheâd brought her boyfriend, Tony, with her. Tony, a calm and level-headed veterinarian, was about as far from the chaotic world of motorsport as one could get. He was supportive, quiet, and always knew how to ground her when the pressure of racing got too intense.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Yn asked, glancing up at him. "I mean, it's kind of a circus in here."
Tony chuckled, squeezing her hand gently. "I'm fine, Yn. Honestly, you're more nervous than I am."
She laughed, the sound light and carefree. "You have no idea what you're in for. These guys⊠they act like I'm their little sister. They're going to be all over you."
As they approached the Red Bull garage, Yn spotted a few drivers milling about. Charles and Lando were chatting near the McLaren garage, but their conversation halted the second they saw Yn and Tony approaching. Both of them exchanged a glance, and then their eyes shifted to Tony.
"Here we go," Yn muttered under her breath, bracing herself for what was coming.
Lando was the first to approach, a wide grin on his face as he clapped his hands together. "Yn! And who do we have here?" His eyes flickered to Tony, and he looked him up and down like a detective trying to figure out a mystery. "This must be Tony, the famous boyfriend weâve heard so much about."
Tony gave a polite smile, extending his hand. "Nice to meet you, Lando."
Lando shook his hand, his grin never fading but his eyes clearly sizing Tony up. "So... what do you do, Tony?"
"I'm a vet," Tony replied, meeting Lando's gaze with calm confidence.
"A vet?" Charles piped up, stepping closer. "Like... animals?"
Tony nodded. "Yep. Mostly dogs and cats, but Iâve worked with horses, too."
Charles blinked, as if trying to wrap his head around this very normal profession in their very not-normal world. "Huh. Thatâs... cool."
Yn rolled her eyes playfully, leaning into Tony. "Told you theyâd act weird."
Before Tony could reply, Max walked over, his usual serious expression in place, though his eyes softened when he saw Yn. "Hey, Yn. Tony, right?"
Tony nodded, shaking Maxâs hand. "Yeah, thatâs me."
Max studied him for a moment, his arms crossed. "You treat Yn well?"
Yn groaned. "Maxâ"
But Tony smiled, unbothered. "I do my best."
Max nodded slowly, as if he were making a mental note. "Good." He turned to Yn, giving her a rare, small smile. "He seems solid."
"Solid?" Yn raised an eyebrow, amused. "Heâs not a car, Max."
Max shrugged, unbothered. "Same concept."
As the group continued to chat, Daniel appeared, sunglasses perched on his head and his usual mischievous grin plastered across his face. "Oh, oh, oh! What do we have here? Yn and her mysterious vet boyfriend!" He walked up to Tony and threw an arm around his shoulder, like they were old friends. "So, Tony... tell me. Howâs it feel dating an F1 driver?"
Tony chuckled, glancing at Yn. "Pretty amazing, honestly. I get to see her do what she loves."
Danielâs grin widened. "Aww, youâre sweet. Youâre one of the good ones, arenât you?"
"Obviously," Yn interjected, giving Daniel a playful shove. "I wouldnât date him if he wasnât."
Tony, meanwhile, was taking it all in stride, answering the barrage of questions with ease. Yn watched him, her heart swelling with pride. He was so calm, so collectedâcompletely unfazed by the whirlwind of personalities that surrounded him. And the way he looked at her, his eyes soft and full of love, made her feel like the luckiest person in the world.
As they moved through the paddock, the other drivers seemed to subtly check in on Tony. Fernando gave him a polite nod as they passed by, though Yn caught the slight smirk on Nandoâs face when he saw Tonyâs hand resting gently on her back. Even Lewis, ever the cool and composed champion, gave Tony a once-over when they crossed paths, offering a brief, âNice to meet you, mate,â before flashing Yn a knowing smile.
The protective energy from the drivers was palpable, but none of them were over the top. They all seemed to recognize that Yn was happy, and that was what mattered most. Even when Valtteri walked by, eyeing the couple with his usual stoic expression, he paused just long enough to look Tony up and down.
"I approve," Valtteri said simply, giving a nod before continuing on his way.
Yn couldnât help but laugh. "See? Theyâre ridiculous."
Tony smiled, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear in that gentle way he always did. "They care about you. Thatâs not ridiculous."
She sighed, leaning into his touch. "Yeah, they do. Theyâre like a bunch of overprotective big brothers."
As they reached the Red Bull garage, Yn began talking animatedly with one of the mechanics about the upcoming race, her hands flying through the air as she explained something technical. Tony stood by her side, watching her with quiet admiration. Without thinking, he reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
From a distance, Lando nudged Charles, nodding in their direction. "Look at them."
Charles followed his gaze, watching as Tony gently pushed Ynâs hair out of her face while she continued to talk. The way Tony handled her bag, carrying it without a second thought, and the way he listened so attentivelyâit was clear to everyone how much he adored her.
"Theyâre cute," Charles admitted with a small smile. "Really cute."
Lando grinned, crossing his arms. "Yeah, I guess heâs not so bad. If Ynâs happy, weâre happy, right?"
Max, overhearing their conversation, gave a rare, genuine smile. "Exactly."
As the day went on, the drivers slowly relaxed around Tony, realizing that there was no need to be overprotective. Tony wasnât just some guy; he was someone who genuinely cared for Yn, who loved her with his whole heart. They could see it in the little thingsâthe way he looked at her, the way he was always aware of her, making sure she was comfortable, happy, and safe.
By the time the paddock began to wind down for the evening, Yn and Tony were sitting together near the Red Bull motorhome, Ynâs head resting on Tonyâs shoulder as they watched the last of the mechanics pack up.
"See?" Yn murmured, her eyes half-closed. "Told you theyâd be protective."
Tony chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah, but they mean well. They just love you."
Yn smiled, her heart warm. "Yeah, I know. But theyâre gonna have to get used to the idea that Iâm not their little sister forever."
Tony grinned. "Good luck with that."
Just then, George walked by, flashing them a thumbs-up. "You guys are adorable. Officially ship it."
Yn groaned, burying her face in Tonyâs shoulder, and Tony just laughed. "Told you itâd be fine," he whispered.
And as they sat there, wrapped up in each other, Yn realized that he was right. Everything was more than fineâit was perfect.
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Please i just want to read a smut about having a rough sex with hoshi because he's jealous when he heard his gf got confessed by her male friend. đđ (It would be nice if he won't stop even if you cry in pain, saying that it's a punishment) (Just skip this if you're uncomfortable..)
18+ / mdi
content: jealous!soonyoung, smut, established relationship, he acts a little toxic but not that much, rough sex but completely consensual, afab reader, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 1807
a/n: thank u for the request!!
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"babe, can i borrow your phone? i left mine in my gym bag and i'm too lazy to go get it," soonyoung mumbled as he laid down on your lap, hair being played with and thoroughly comfortable.
"yeah, here," you handed it to him without much thought.
neither of you had a tendency to go through each other's phones, but you had exchanged passwords and were very casual about picking up the other's phones whenever you felt like it. there was too much trust between you to really overthink these things. which wad why you had no issue giving him your phone while he didn't have his own at hand.
soonyoung laid there for a while, perusing instagram and other social medias while you read an ebook, holding it with one hand while playing with his hair with the other. you didn't pay much mind to him while you entertained yourself with your story, and the same could be said about him.
the calm silence accompanied by some show playing in the background was interrupted mere minutes later by a characteristically loud gasp from soonyoung.
"babe, who the hell is this loser?", he asked, rushing to sit up beside you and showing you your phone.
"hm? who?" you barely looked up from your book as he pressed to your side.
"some loser. cooper," he huffed.
on screen was a conversation he'd seemingly pulled up, with the name 'cooper coworker' displayed at the top. it took a few seconds for it to dawn on you what you were looking at.
"oh. that's just my coworker. why? what'd he say?", you didn't care too much about the conversation, but you were slightly curious as to why soonyoung had pulled it up. it wasn't really like him to check your messages.
"the notification just popped up so i went on it, sorry," he was sheepish about it before fully handing you the phone, letting you take a look at the conversation in question, "but, uh, what does he mean by this?"
there were a few prior messages to the newer ones, which were all from different time stamps and very tame in nature, usually just being shift trades or confirmations about work projects. the final few were the ones soonyoung had accidentally intercepted before you could check.
from: cooper coworker
hey can we talk about what happened the other day?
the first one was tame enough, suddenly reminding you of what'd happened a few weeks back, but the poor boy practically vibrating next to you made you opt to keep reading before clarifying the situation to him.
from: cooper coworker
i just wanted to see if you'd reconsider. i'd really like to take you out
i felt like you were just dismissing me with the whole boyfriend thing. i asked belinda and she said she's never seen you with any guy
anyways my offer for dinner's still up if you wanna
it amused you for the most part. the original interaction had been so tame and forgettable you'd completely disregarded the whole thing as soon as it happened.
cooper wasnt someone you saw on a daily basis, so his name hadnt registered when soonyoung had told you who the message was from. when he came up to you to ask if you'd like to have dinner, you were slightly surprised, not entirely sure of who he was. the easiest thing to say in response was that you had a boyfriend and werent interested (which was very much the truth). he had simply nodded in response and mostly taken it like a champ.
you wish you could say that his insistence surprised you, but it was a classic guy move. to act nonchalant at rejection only to come back ten times as insistent as before.
the situation made you wanna roll your eyes and just block him, but you guessed that maybe soonyoung would want an explanation sometime soon before his entire body combusted. the sight was cute, at least.
you sighed, "it's just some guy from work who asked me out, soonie. nothing too important."
that wasn't enough for him.
he whined, nudging your knee as he put the phone down, "what does he mean by 'the whole boyfriend thing'? what, do you work with this loser? who does he think he is? i'm your lockscreen, what the fuck is wrong with him? should i go talk to him? i'll do it, babe, just-"
"soonyoung! it's fine. i'll block him if it makes you feel better. i never talk to him anyways. everyone else at work knows i have a boyfriend. it's just some stupid guy. no threat whatsoever," you reassured him.
that seemed to calm him down momentarily. his breath evened and his rambling halted. he remained quiet for a few seconds before speaking up again.
"that's not good enough."
"what?"
suddenly he got up, grabbing your phone in one hand and your arm with the other and leading you out of the living room. within moments you were in your room, being pushed towards your bed and losing your balance and falling onto it.
"soonyoung, what the fuck-"
throwing your phone onto the bed, he approached you, telling you to keep facing forward as he pushed you further onto the bed. undoing his sweats as he approached you. his tone had been cold and entirely void of emotion, causing your brain to go numb and follow along with his instruction. you'd been too distracted by the removal of your own sweats to hear his following instruction, causing him to harshly pull you against him to get your attention before repeating himself.
"w-what?"
"i said, text him. tell him you're not interested and block him."
that was easy enough.
you reached over to the phone he'd thrown onto the bed and opened it back up, searching for the conversation in order to draft up a message.
but before you were even able to start, a huge distraction entered you.
immediately upon penetrating you, soonyoung went at it like crazy. it was like he had zero concern for anything other than fucking his entire essence into you.
you screamed out at the sudden intrusion and continued to gasp and mewl at the consequent thrusts into your hole. your hands shook as you gripped onto the phone, elbows hurting from putting your weight on them in order to hold onto the phone.
but soonyoung didnt care. no, on the contrary, any time you'd scream out his name, he'd go even harder, fingers surely bruising your hips due to how harshly he held onto you.
"i don't see you texting him, baby," he huffed in between thrusts, "need me to dictate it to you? brain too cockdrunk to think?"
he was mocking you, but he was right. you were usually nicely moist for him, but the moment he threw you onto the bed, it was like your mind was taken over by a docile and horny version of yourself, making you lose any ability to think for yourself by every passing moment.
unable to respond properly, you nodded, moving to try and type whatever he'd tell you to type.
"tell him to never contact you again, or else your boyfriend might get mad, okay, baby? tell him, fuck, tell him you already have the perfect guy taking care of you every night," he groaned in between thrusts, huffing and puffing at how tight you'd get for him.
you typed up the message to the best of your ability, surely getting a ton of typos in the process but not caring enough to correct them. this guy was nothing compared to soonyoung, especially not in this moment. the message in itself was slightly embarrassing to share with some random coworker, but your brain wasn't working properly at the moment.
hitting send, you thought that'd be the end of it. that now you'd be able to enjoy soonyoung's cock in peace. except that bastard replied immediately, and soonyoung managed to catch it from behind you.
suddenly, he started hammering even harder into you, genuine anger filling his veins at the response you'd received.
from: cooper coworker
lol that sounds kinda toxic. u deserve better than that guy
"'toxic'? did he just call me toxic?," he gaped between gasped breaths, "block him," he demanded, "block that fucking dumbass, i- fuck, i'm gonna-"
that's when he started going as hard as humanly possible, still letting out expletives against the coworker you'd forgotten about the moment you'd gone back home that day to your soonyoung. it hurt, but it hurt so good. it was the most pleasurable pain you'd ever felt. surely it'd lead to traces of pain after the fact, but it all felt worth it as soonyoung hammered into you with all strength available in his body.
"h-hurts, soonie, it's too much ..." you managed to sigh out, arms giving out under you and head pressing onto the mattress.
the comforter under you quickly became damp with a mixture if tears and drool, but you were too brain dead to process it.
"no, baby, this ... this, fucking shit, is to show you that you're mine. that no idiot guy can even think of, shit, fuck, of looking your way," he practically growled.
his labored breath accompanied by his broken sentences told you all you needed to know. you were about to be filled up by his load and there was nothing you wanted more. you'd never been claimed by someone in such a way and the euphoria that came with it was addictive.
with more curses and filthy expletives, soonyoung filled you up. his warmth inside you led to your own orgasm, making you completely fall onto the bed the moment he pulled out and took away his hold on you.
you didn't have any time to whine at the loss before he reappeared and began hastily cleaning you up, laying you on your back so he could kiss your cheek as he wiped at the drool and tears drying on your face.
when you opened your eyes, you found a completely different image of the soonyoung who had just defiled you to hell and back. staring back at you wad a hamster-faced cutie with some sort of worry in his eyes. his smile was sheepish and his movements way softer than usual. you couldn't left a giggle leaving your lips, which in turn caused him to relax and chuckle back.
"uh, sorry about that. just- uh, i got mad, i think ... at him! not at you! you're perfect," he rambled on in usual soonyoung fashion.
he was the cutest thing ever.
"it's okay, soonie. i'm not mad. feel free to do that again any time you want," you sat up to give him a kiss, earning a happy hum from him.
"oh, ah, yes. noted."
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