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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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How to Mend What’s Broken

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Prompt

"I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you."

Warnings: Angst; Breakup, Jealous Nat.

This is the first of many ghost posts, I’m queuing up my requested blurbs/fics as I finish them, but I won’t really be here.

She'd thought you were bluffing, that this year long mission would be like any of the others, and that when she came home with flowers and chocolates that you'd just happily embrace her. That wasn't the case though, she came back to find you'd not only moved out of your shared apartment, but that you apparently moved on. Hearing it through her family, the one you now shared after half a decade together was hard, but actually seeing it was truly devastating.

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"Nat, if you go on the mission, then I'm gone.," the words replay in her fractured mind, on a continuous loop as she's forced to watch you dancing with another at Tony's New Year's party—it wasn't right, she felt nauseous seeing the way her hands sat on your hips, pulling you in for a kiss, and the worst part being the way you beamed back at her, pushing her fallen hair behind her ear, the same way you did hers.

Natasha could feel the bile rising up her throat, she couldn't stomach the sight of you two so happy together. Shifting on her feet she faced the bar again, chasing the obnoxious burning in her throat down with a different kind. She could hear you giggle from across the room, and in turn the next shot was thrown back. Every time she saw her hands on you flash in her mind another shot was taken, her high tolerance aside, the woman smelled like a distillery, and truly needed to be stopped.

"Sestra, slow down.," Yelena hissed, yanking the shot glass from her sister's hand, sending her a warning glare as she tried to grab it back., "Natasha, you made your choice, live with it.," The redheads shoulders deflated instantly at her words, because they were the ugly truth.

Months—you gave her so many of them to get it together, to finally put you first for once, but she continuously failed to do so, leaving you behind for those fleeting rushes of adrenaline, but that high she so desperately craved wasn't the same when she didn't have your arms to crash into after she finally returned home.

No, instead of welcome home cuddles, and whispers of 'I love you' between steamy kisses she's met with cold sheets, and nightmares. The kind that shows her how bleak her future is going to be without the love you two had fostered, she shakes her head as the aforementioned images began to flood her inebriated mind again., "It wasn't worth it."

Yelena clapped her sister on the shoulder, a smile riddled with pity sent her way., "Da, tupitsa, nakonets ty ponyal, teper' ispravlyay.," the redhead glared at her unbothered sister., "Good luck Natasha, you better succeed. I want my future sister in law back like yesterday."

(Yes dumbass, finally you understand, now fix it.)

Natasha didn't know how, or when, but she knew she'd get you back, because in the grand scheme of it all, you're definitely her soulmate. Part of her wondered if tonight might be the time, since she could feel your intense stare from a mile away, her heart even fluttered a bit at the premature hope it was filling up with.

It wasn't fair to your girlfriend, Clara, but you couldn't remove your gaze from your first love. The clueless girl was clinging to you, her head laying over your chest, and you hoped she didn't hear the skip in your heartbeat every time you got to see the other woman's face.

Natasha looked stunning in the black dress that clung to her every curve, the swell of her breasts visible to the naked eye due to the surprisingly low cut of the fabric. Part of you wondered if she did it on purpose, she had to have known you'd RSVP'd to the party, and as exciting as it is to know it might've been for you, you know she's no longer yours to gawk at.

Still, your eyes managed to linger on her all throughout the night, wandering her body in its entirety. Eventually catching the necklace that you got her for your second anniversary. Your fingers ghosted over the imprint of yours through your dress, causing your heart to ache, and for you to run off the dance floor as if you were Cinderella herself and the dreaded clock was about to strike midnight—which it was.

Natasha watched you run off the floor and onto the balcony, your hand clutching at your chest, and the other covering your mouth. To most you looked like you were going to be sick, but she knew you were trying to hold back the tears to keep your tough front up. She wasted no time running after you either, the door had barely shut before she was bursting through it, and catching the way your body shook with sobs, an ache consumed her as she watched all the pain she'd caused you come flooding right on out of you. It was painfully humbling...

"Natasha...," you went to tell her to leave, even if that's the opposite of what you wanted, you knew you needed her to go, because just one smile would be enough for you to crumble, and you didn't want that again. To be putty in her deceitful little hands, the ones that loved you so well on the sparingly good days, and left you craving so much more on the bulk of the rest., "I need you to...," the redhead however had other plans, ignoring you, and desperately blurting out a truth of her very own.

"I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you.," her voice was not but a whisper as she moved to cage your trembling body in between hers, and the balconies metal rail., "I love you so much Y/N—my precious little dove."

"Natasha, please.," your hands gripped the rail even tighter as you pleaded for her to stop, to walk away like she always does; to let you go., "Tell me to stop, to go," she pressed her lips to the nape of your neck., "I- I can't.," a tear left your eye as you shamefully crumbled at the simplest of affections. How could you not? Natasha's touch had the power to set your body alight with need, no one else could compare, and deep down you were content with that.

Without giving you room to slip away she was able to turn you to face her, a soft smile on her face., "But God, Nat, I desperately want to.," you shakily admitted, causing her face to fall., "because I deserve so much better.," though your voice cracked, the conviction in your eyes was strong, and a ghost of a smirk befell her face as she filled with pride at seeing you fight for yourself so very well., "I'll do better!"

She could see you already registered her words as empty., "Fuck, detka please, I'll do anything you want or need if it means you'll just be mine again.," your brows furrowed at the sight of her being so vulnerable, it wasn't foreign for her to be like this with you, but this public display of it by her surely was. It honestly made you more willing to listen, and maybe take her seriously.

"I-I can't sleep another night without you Y/N, that damn apartment could never be a home without your laughter filling it, and my heart.," she paused, frantically grabbing at your hand so that you could feel the organ's steady thumping beneath your fingertips., "It will never be whole again without yours beating beside it, do you feel that? How hard it's beating against my ribcage? That's all you. Without you it's forever been out of sync."

Silence followed up the Russian's monologue. It consumed the air around the both of you, but it wasn't suffocating, the party was thankfully silenced by the compound's thick panes of glass, and the streets below were just quiet. The world continued to fade away as you stared into her gorgeous, viridescent eyes, and felt her heart beating in sync with your very own. If not for Natasha leaning in you're certain you could've been lost in her gaze for an eternity.

Natasha bit back a sob as the hand on her chest lightly pushed her back, fear of your incoming rejection rising steadily, but then she watched you smile as your hand slid over to the charm. A golden chain with her trademark spider dangling from it, your initials engraved in the bottom of the piece, and the color of your eyes matched the color of the jewel adorning it., "You kept it?," she frowned immediately., "I'd never dream of taking it off, it's a part of me as much as you are Y/N; a testament to our love."

To prove her point she gently tugged on your own chain, pulling the nearly identical charm from where it was hidden beneath your clothes. She smirked at your nervous fiddling while also admiring the piece that mirrored hers, the gem was an emerald, and her thumb ran over the markings that were her own on the bottom., “You kept it?,” she teasingly threw your words back at you causing you to pout., “Well yeah, it was really expensive.,” you groaned playfully, but she saw the way you clutched onto it as she dropped it, safely returning it to beneath your clothing., “Plus, it was all I had left of you.”

“Y/N, you have all of me.,” her thumb lovingly stroked over the apple of your cheek, you melted into the affection with so much ease that the former assassin nearly broke down. You’ve always put your unwavering faith in her, and that’s one of the many reasons she fell for you—hard and fast. The Avengers title, and culmination of her past meant nothing to you. To you she was Natty, with the strong arms, hot smirk, with horrible cooking abilities, and to her you were the definition of everything. Your soft voice pulled her out of her reverie., “Are your sure Nat? Because I can’t go back to being your second choice, I won’t do it.”

“You never were Y/N/N.,” she quietly admits, and before she could try to kiss you again you moved to whisper in her ear., “I’m no cheat Natalia, give me a few minutes, maybe let the Winter chill calm the ants in your pants, hm?,” she rolled her eyes, then smirked as you stared back at her skeptically., “Ants aren’t all I have in these pants by the way.,” she winked, then cackled as you subtly flipped her off before venturing off to find your unfortunate date.

Natasha watched over the city of New York, every second you were gone a spike of panic shot through her. What if the woman isn’t all that understanding? What if she hurts you? Before her mind could make her travel to rescue you the door slid open, she turned on instinct, but also she was feeling a bit hopeful., “Catch me!,” you squealed, running full force at the slightly sobered redhead, she mirrors your excitement as she spins you around though, then she tries to kiss you again in the thrill of the moment, but your finger slips in between your lips and she groans., “What is it now?”

“The countdown.,” you huffed, and she listened closely to hear all the shouting from indoors., “10,9,8…,” she tapped your dangling legs, and you got the message to wrap them around her., “3,2,1… Happy New Year!!!,” your cheers were abruptly brought to a close as Natasha’s lips met yours in a needy way, but you certainly weren’t going to complain, especially not when your ability to have done so was sullied by the tongue that was pretty much down your throat.

The kiss was messy, it’d been 387 days since she’d last been able to kiss you like this, and if you were aware at all you’d better be preparing for a long night, her roaming hands a sign that she isn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. Not that you’d want her to, your body was a squirming mess beneath hers as she’d laid you on a lounging chair, then quickly mounted you. Her lungs burned, but it wasn’t until you had tapped at her shoulder that she retracted with a displeased growl, reluctantly allowing you to breathe while she admired the dishevelment.

“To new beginnings.,” she whispered against your lips with a smirk as you panted wildly. Your eyes squinted as her bright phone screen was brought up to your face, the words slowly coming together as your cognition returned with each gasp of oxygen you inhaled., “Nat?,” your lip wobbled as you read it, and she leaned down to kiss you again, but far more tenderly like your quivering voice told her you needed., “Effective immediately detka; I’m all yours.,”

“No more missions?,” you sought out clarity with a bright smile and nervous stomach, and your beautiful woman beamed down to you, nodding her head while cupping your cheeks. The soft look she gave you warmed your heart, but you were a bit more focused on the way your entire body warmed at her great news., “Please, take me home Natasha.,” her eyes widened when your breathy plea came out, surveying your eyes she could see the lust at the forefront, so she scooped you up, and ran., “Whatever my detka wants, she fucking gets.”

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 10 months

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Hii! I hope you're having the best day! I've got a few prompts, if you're taking requests, hardly anyone does Niall prompts and I'm sad:( the prompt I have is something along the lines of "Niall is back in London after a few days away and wants to meet up with his girl but she says she's busy. He's sad but goes to his signing of The Show, his girl surprises him by queuing as the last person in line and getting a CD signed" I went to the signing and met him after 13 years of being a fan and it's made me need more Niall fluff in my life😂 xx

Welcome To The Show

Niall Horan x reader

*pic of this precious baby does not belong to me*

Summary: Y/N surprises Niall at his London signing for The Show

Okay first of all, thank you so so much for trusting me to write this for you! I love writing for our Irish boy and he doesn’t get as much attention as he deserves. Second of all, HOLY CRAP YOU MET HIM?! UMM YOU’LL HAVE TO TELL ME HOW GREAT IT WAS!!! I’m seeing him next year and I honestly can’t wait😭 Okay anyways… I hope this is everything you wanted! Feel free to request more of him or checkout Flicker!

“You really can’t make it, Y/N? I haven’t seen you in six weeks! You can’t cancel this one time?”

I sigh and run my hand through my hair.

He’s right… We’ve both been so busy that we haven’t been able to see each other, barely talking either since we’ve been on different time zones. But he’s got a surprise in store…

“I know, Ni. I promise, I’ll make it up to you as soon as I get home next week! I’m almost done with my book and I send it off to the publisher. After that I am all yours!”

He sighs and I can’t help but frown.

“I know Petal, I know. I just miss you. I’m proud of you, just wish you could be done already.”

I clutch the CD in my hand, my smile not wavering as I continue to talk to him, walking towards the line outside of the record store.

“I know, me too. But I took time off of writing when you started on the Voice! Andrea’s still mad about pushing my deadline… But I promise, this is the last in the series and I should have some time after before I have to think of something new to start. I’ll be all yours babe.”

I hear him let out a small laugh and I sigh.

“Sure Petal, I’ll be holding you to it! I have to go to my signing but I’ll call you tonight?”

I bite my lip but I reply to him.

“Yeah, I’ll stay up. Have fun!”

He hangs up and I let out a sigh.

I had been planning this all week. My book is already done, so I figured I would surprise him. By showing up out of nowhere. At his signing.

The line moves progressively slow, as I suspected. One thing I’ve always loved about him is he cares, especially about his fans, so he takes the time to talk to them. After about 30 minutes, I finally make it inside.

Paul spots me immediately and I raise a finger to my lips with a smile, to which he nods and returns my smile. Niall’s focus stays on the fans in front of him and finally, it’s my turn. It takes him a moment to look up and he doesn’t notice me at first as he takes my CD from Paul, who had taken it from me moments before.

He signs my CD with his elaborate signature and he begins to talk to me.

“How’s your day going? I appreciate you coming all this way and supporting me!”

I hold back a laugh as I respond.

“It’s going good! I just thought I’d pop in and surprise my boyfriend!”

He smiles as he looks up and his mouth drops when he sees me. He shoots up from the table and runs around it, picking me up and squeezing me tight in his arms.

“I missed you so fuckin’ much!”

I laugh as he twirls me in his arms and I hug him tight. He sets me down but he takes my face in his hands and pulls me into a kiss. I sigh into his hold, pulling him closer as our lips move in sync.

He finally lets me go, and I see tears in his eyes. I smile and wipe his tears with the sleeve of my- no, his cardigan.

“Why the tears, handsome? I thought this was supposed to be a good day?”

He smiles and kisses my hands before he squeezes them.

“I just missed you, Petal. And I’m honestly surprised to see you. What happened Y/N? I thought you were behind and had to finish?”

I smile and shake my head.

“That’s what I told you, but I wanted to surprise you. Did I succeed?”

He chuckles and nods as he wraps his arms around my waist and looks down into my eyes.

“You definitely did. And I’m kind of glad you did. I think I’m all done here, should we go home? Catch up some?”

He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I giggle.

“Yeah, we should. I’ve missed you and honey. I need my dose of puppy cuddles.”

He nods and takes my hand and I move to follow him when I stop, turning around. He raises a brow at me and I grab my CD from off the table before turning back to him.

“What? It’s the #1 album in the UK and it’s signed! I’d be crazy to forget this!”

He laughs and shakes his head. We walk hand in hand to the car, and I can’t help but feel the happiest I’ve ever been. With Niall, I know I always will be.

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I hope you enjoyed! I loved writing this!!🥹 Requests are open lovelies!

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baby-yongbok · 7 months

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Chapter Three - Plan B

Hyunjin × Fem!Reader

Chapter Three - Plan B

Genre: Fluff, the cute slow burn type

Summary: Hyunjin had some amazing things lined up for your first date but the universe had other plans for you two.

Word Count: 5,953

A/N: I wrote this and queued it then I changed 50% of it last minute 🙃. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Honestly I don't know how mini this series is gonna be lol I have a lot of plans. See you next Thursday at 6 💕

Part Two

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Hyunjin’s Pov - 6:28pm

I’m sure that this photographer is fed up with me, I would be too if my model kept looking at the clock and not the camera. In my defense, this shoot was supposed to be over thirty minutes ago. I took the earliest schedule to make sure that I would have enough time to get ready for me and y/n’s date today. I planned to get there early like I usually do so that I can see the moment that she walks into the restaurant. I don’t think that she’s noticed the way that I look at her yet, the way that I watch her. Actually, now that I think about it that sounds a bit creepy but I don’t mean it that way. It’s like photography for me, I just love seeing her from a different lens, strangers point of view. I love admiring her beauty and pretending that she has no idea that I exist. That might sound silly since she does in fact know that I exist and seems to enjoy my existence enough to go on a date with me but I can’t seem to help it.

All of the times that I showed up early to our Thursday bookstore date at Adore was solely because I wanted to see the moment that she walked through the door. I wanted to see her before she painted a smile on and fixed her hair in a way that she thought that I’d find appealing, I wanted to see her for her. So, I make sure to arrive at least thirty minutes early just so I can enjoy the minute or two right before she sees me, just so I can capture that moment. Unfortunately, I don’t think that I'm going to be able to do that today.

“I think we got it.” The photographer's tone is drenched in annoyance but I’m in too much of a hurry to care. I thank him quickly, not even bothering to take a look at the photo proofs, right now I have one mission and that’s to change and get to the restaurant. I rush to the front of the room where my stuff and my stylist are, luckily my stylist for this shoot is my roommate and one of my best friends. Han was one of the first friends that I ever made in this industry. We met at my first Versace shoot where he was a junior style consultant but now he’s calling the shots.

I rummage through my bag, looking for my phone to check for any messages from y/n but what I see instead makes my heart drop. Apparently the clock that I’ve been watching this entire time is an hour fast and there’s only twenty minutes until our reservation, well, there was twenty minutes until our reservation. The second thing that catches my eye is a cancellation text from the restaurant, it says that they’re canceling due to the weather but last time I checked there was only a bit of rain.

“Fuck.” I whisper to myself, running my fingers through my styled hair. I clearly didn’t whisper well enough because when I looked up I noticed a very confused Han staring at me.

“Did your date cancel?”

“Not my date but my reservation, apparently there’s a weather advisory.” I sigh, placing my phone down on the table and then picking it up again. I should call her, I have to let her know what happened but what do I tell her? I need a plan B.

“Weather advisory?” Han looks up the stairs towards the door that leads outside, still wearing an expression of confusion. “Ah, we’re in the basement. There’s no windows.”

How did I not notice that sooner? I look back down at my phone, opening y/n’s contact and staring at it. I don’t have a plan, I don’t know what to do next. How many other restaurants are closed because of the weather? I bet it’s not even that bad outside.

“Uh, Hyunjin.” I got so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice Han go up the stairs to the door and open it. The roaring of heavy winds echoed throughout the large room and from where I was standing outside looked like one huge blur. I made my way over to him quickly, standing and staring in disbelief when I got close enough to take in the god awful storm. “You might want to call your date.”

Han looks over at me but I keep my eyes fixed on the pouring rain. There’s no way that anyone is open right now, hell, I’m surprised that this basement isn’t flooded right now.

“What do I tell her?”

“Maybe you guys should reschedule.” That’s honestly the last thing that I want to do right now but I can’t think of a better plan. Maybe she has one? I’d have to call her to find out but I can’t bring myself to dial her number, maybe it’s because we’ve never spoken on the phone before?

“Maybe I’ll text her.” I unlock my phone and start typing but the feeling of Han’s gaze on me stops me before I can send the message. I side eye him for a second before turning my head completely, he has his arms crossed and eyebrows raised and I mimic him prompting him to speak. “What?”

“Are you afraid to call her?” I scoff at him, shaking my head and looking back down at my phone. “No fucking way, Hwang Hyunjin is nervous.”

“I’m not nervous, I just don’t want to bother her.” He chuckles and I roll my eyes, I might be nervous to call her but the last thing that I need is for him to get a hold of that information. I’d never hear the end of it.

“You don’t want to bother the girl who’s going on a date with you and is probably already waiting for your call?” I clear my throat as I smooth out the suit jacket that I wore for the shoot. He has a point but I’ll never let him know that.

“That’s not it I just -” I look down at my phone as it starts to vibrate in my hand and my heart stops. “Oh?”

“What?” Han asks, leaning over a bit to get a look at my phone screen.

“She’s calling me.” I stare wide eyed at the screen, I can’t help it, this is the very first time she’s called me. This would be the first time that we talk with our actual voices outside of the cafe. “What do I do?”

“Uh, answer it?”

“Right...right.” I took a deep breath before swiping the button and putting the phone to my ear but what I heard on the other line made my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Is she talking to me?

Y/n’s Pov - 6:16 pm

“Are you sure that you’re going on a date today?” My roommate Changbin asks as he stares out of our living room window.

“Uh, yeah, he hasn’t said anything otherwise.” I call back from my bedroom as I look in the mirror to put my earrings on. “Why?”

“Have you not looked outside? It’s insane. I literally just watched our neighbors trash can get blown over the 7/11 across the street.” I sigh as I make my way into the living room.

“He would’ve called me if the plans changed right?” I look over with Changbin, hoping that maybe he can help calm my mind. I’ve been confiding in him when it comes to seeing Hyunjin, asking him what I should wear and how my hair looks before I go out to meet Hyunjin. I even asked him for advice regarding this date so he knows just how anxious I am. Changbin and I are bonded like blood, he’s my best friend and he knows just what to say to calm me down, well, he usually does.

“He should yeah, but maybe you should call him.” I freeze as I take in his suggestion, Hyunjin and I have never spoken on the phone. We’ve been texting nonstop, day and night, but we’ve never called each other. My silence seemed to have grabbed Changbin’s attention, he looks back at me with curious eyes until suddenly it clicked for him.

“No way.” He turns, walking over to me and standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest. I avoid eye contact because I already know that he’s going to make fun of me. “You two haven’t spoken on the phone yet?”

His words are loud and covered in disbelief, I glance over at his amused expression before looking down at my feet. I shrug, trying to play it off before answering in a bit of a whisper.

“It’s complicated.”

“All you have to do is press his contact and put the phone to your ear, how complicated is that?” He bites back sarcastically and I roll my eyes. I know that he’s right, it’s really not that hard but I can’t help that I’m anxious. Talking to Hyunjin is easy and relaxing but at the same time it makes me feel like I’m about to jump out of a plane for the first time. I turn on my heels, stalking back over to my room and picking my phone up from my Vanity. Changbin follows close behind me and watches as I unlock my phone and open my contacts, I scroll down to Hyunjin's name and press it. The call button is right there, all I have to do is press it, it’s simple.

“This is the part where you call him.” Changbin whispers over my shoulder and I groan, throwing a mini tantrum.

“Maybe I’ll just text him.”

“For fucksake, there’s no way that you’re that nervous to talk on the phone.” I turn to him and I’m more than sure that he can see the distress written on my features.

“I’ve never called him before, Bin.” I whine as I stare down at Hyunjin's contact.

“Well, there’s no time like the present.” Before I can process what’s going on Changbin snatches my phone from my hand and presses the call button before handing it back to me. My eyes go wide once I hear the first ring, my finger hovers the end button but I don’t press it. It would be embarrassing to hang up and have to explain what happened. I groan again before putting the phone up to my ear. My eyes land on Changbin’s smiling face and I instantly flip him off.

“I fucking hate you.” Before Changbin can reply I hear a confused voice on the other line and my heart drops. Shit, he thought I was talking to him.

“Did I do something wrong?” Hyunjin asks, confusion laced in his tone.

“Oh, no I’m sorry I was uh, talking to my roommate… anyway, uh hi.” I turn away from Changbin and move to sit at my vanity.

“Hey, I uh, I assume that you’re calling me about this god awful storm.”

“Yeah, it picked up pretty fast.” Hyunjin sighs on the other line and I take a deep breath to try and steady myself. He did a lot of setting up for today’s date and now it’s all ruined by the weather, I can’t imagine how he feels right now. “ Are we still, ya know.”

“Um, well, the restaurant actually canceled the reservation and I’m sure that just about every other place is doing the same.”

“Wow, okay, so uh..I guess we can do this another day.” I tried my best not to let my disappointment bleed into my tone but I’m positive that I failed when I hear yet another sigh come from Hyunjin.

“Yeah I guess so.” I shake my head even though he can’t see me but I can’t bring myself to say anything in response. I’ve been waiting for this day since the last time I saw him and it all got ruined by some fucking rain, that’s just great. I open my mouth to reply but stop when I hear some whispering on the other line, it’s not Hyunjin's voice but it sounds like it’s coming from right next to him. I try to make out what they’re saying but the sound of Hyunjin whispering back interrupts the process. After a couple seconds of him whispering to whoever he’s with I clear my throat to grab his attention.

“Sorry about that, uh, I um… I think that I have an idea but it’s totally fine if you don’t want to do it.” There’s a nervous shake to his voice that comforts me a bit, at least I’m not the only one that’s anxious.

“Oh? What’s the idea?”

“Maybe I could… come over to your place? We could have a home date, order some food and watch a movie. I mean, only if you’re comfortable with it, I don’t want to cross any boundaries.”

My gaze shifts over to where Changbin has been impatiently waiting in the hallway. He looks over at me with furrowed brows and now it’s our turn to whisper.

“What?” Changbin asks, leaning closer to me.

“He wants to come over.” I whisper as quietly as I can and Changbin’s eyebrows fly up in surprise.

“He gets ten points for being bold. Do it.”

“But the apartment is a mess.” I motion towards the living room and Changbin looks behind him, scanning the room carefully.

“We literally just cleaned yesterday.” Anxiety climbs up my spine as I realize that there’s no way to get out of this. It’s not that I don’t want to have this date, I want it more than anything, the problem is I have never in my entire life had a man over to my shared apartment but there’s no time like the present, right?

“Fine.” I whisper back at him, rolling my eyes in defeat.

“Everything alright?” Hyunjin asks from the other line and I sit up straighter in my seat at the sound of his voice.

“Yeah, uh let’s do it. A home date sounds good.” He’s quiet for a second, most likely trying to calm down his hammering heart because I am definitely trying to do the same thing.

“Great so, uh do you want to keep the same time?”

“Yeah seven still works, I’ll uh, send you my address.” Changbin gives me a thumbs up, trying his best to encourage me through my anxiety.

“Okay well uh, see you soon.”

“Yeah, see you soon.” I slowly lower the phone from my ear before hanging up and practically throwing it onto my vanity. He’s going to be in my house, in my room, oh my gosh.

“See that wasn’t so bad.” My mind is racing, now I have to prepare for an entirely new date. I need to clean my room, I’m way too overdressed for a home date, I need to redo my makeup. Do I even have enough time? What movie do we watch? “Y/n?”

The sound of Changbin calling my name snapped me out of my thoughts, I don’t have time to sit here, I need to get moving. Oh my god, he’s going to be in my house.

“Out. I need to get ready… again.”

“I don’t think that there’s much for you to do.” I glare over at my roommate and he holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m going, I'm going.”

He backs out of my room, closing the door with him. How in the hell do I prepare for this date now?

Third Person Pov - 6:57pm

You spent forty minutes rushing around your room and moving things around. Your room wasn’t even messy but it wasn’t exactly the most romantic setting either. You organized and decorated your bookshelf, lighting some candles and turning on your fairy lights. You vacuumed and changed your sheets so that everything was fresh. After spending way too much time revamping your space you turned your attention to your appearance. You got dressed, again, trying your best to pick something comfortable but not too casual, this is a date after all. The more you think about it, the more comfortable you are with the change of plans. Instead of some expensive wine and some fancy restaurant you get to indulge in cheap wine and fast food on your bedroom floor. It’s more your speed, more intimate, romantic. The idea of it makes you blush, you and Hyunjin always settle into your own bubble when you’re together but tonight it really will be just the two of you. The thought of it is scary yet exciting.

You haven’t heard from Changbin since you sent him away earlier, you were thankful that he gave you your space to prepare instead of hovering but you knew that he’d be back to check on you before your date started. That’s why you’re not surprised when you hear the small knock on your bedroom door.

“Come in.” You call out just as you complete your look, pulling on your forest green sweater. Changbin opens your door and leans against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks you over and shakes his head in approval.

“You look comfortable, it’s very you.” You chuckle lightly, turning towards your mirror to study your look. Your curly hair is pulled up into a messy bun and your green sweater is paired with a pair of high waisted black leggings and a pair of fuzzy green socks to match your sweater.

“You think that it’s okay?” You ask, your eyes meeting his in the reflection of the mirror. He moves from his spot at your door frame and comes up behind you, he places his hands on your shoulders and gives a reassuring squeeze.

“You look wonderful as always, and from what you’ve told me this guy is already head over heels in love with you.” You scoff, turning around to be face to face with your roommate.

“I never said that, that’s just what you think.” You move from in front of him and take a seat at your vanity. You decide that your look could use a subtle touch of lip gloss and maybe a necklace. Changbin goes back over to your door frame leaning against the wood as he watches you.

“I promise you that everything that this guy has done up until this point is just screaming ‘I’m in love’. I even bet that he’s going to kiss you tonight.” Your breath hitches in your throat as you take in Changbin’s words. Is Hyunjin going to try and kiss you tonight? What if he does? It’s been nearly a year since you’ve kissed a man, are you even still good at it? Were you ever good at it? “Hey, get out of your head.”

You’re brought back to reality by Changbin poking your shoulder lightly.

“You think he’s going to kiss me?” Just as Changbin opens his mouth to reply, a deep rumble of thunder rips through the apartment.

“First let's see if he’ll even show up.” You groan before picking up your phone and checking for any new messages from Hyunjin. Maybe you should cancel, having him travel in this storm is dangerous and the last thing that you’d want is for him to get hurt. Just as you're about to reply you’re interrupted by another sound but instead of thunder it’s the sound of knocking at your front door. Your heart rate quickens as you look at the time.

“Fuck, that’s him, oh my gosh.” You rush to stand from your vanity chair, looking in the mirror one more time. “I can do this.”

You start to walk out of your room but just as you pass Changbin he grabs your wrist lightly and flashes you a big smile. “You deserve this, ya know?”

“What do you mean?”

“You deserve to live the life that you read about and you deserve to have your fairytale ending. I know that you’re nervous but you got this, okay?” You smile back at him nodding your head in acknowledgement. Changbin has always been there for you through your ups and downs, especially when the two of you were in university together. You were the classic hopeless romantic looking for her prince charming in all the wrong places. Changbin was your shoulder to cry on whenever you ended up with a broken heart which happened more times than you’d like to admit. “And if you need me to kick him out just text me.”

He lets go of your wrist and you can’t help but to laugh at his previous statement.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” You hear a knock at the door again and you rush over to answer it. You take a deep breath before turning your lock followed by the knob and opening your front door with a smile. That smile quickly drops into a look of confusion once you take in the sight in front of you. Before you stands your date holding orange roses while in a soaking wet black suit that looks expensive enough to pay your rent for two months. His long black hair is slicked down and dripping and you’re almost positive that everything in the bag that he carries is ruined.

“Oh my gosh.” You gasp out, a faint chuckle passes Hyunjin’s lips as you stare at him in shock.

“May I uh, come in?” You nod quickly, moving to the side to let him in. Once he’s inside and you’ve closed the door behind him the two of you stand in a bit of an awkward silence.

“It’s raining just a tiny bit.” Hyunjin whispers towards you and the two of you can’t help but to break out into a fit of laughter.

“Hyunjin, you’re soaked.” You watch as he slips off his shoes and places them neatly by the entrance. He may not have realized it but he placed them right next to yours. The sight of his large shoes next to your smaller ones brings a small smile to your face.

“Yeah, well, my roommate ended up needing to use my car for an emergency. I tried to order an uber but they kept canceling on me. I even tried to catch the bus but the next one didn’t come at a decent time. I figured that if I wanted to be on time my best bet was to walk.”

“You could’ve been a bit late, I would have understood.” Hyunjin shakes his head, a slight grin on his face.

“I never want to be late getting to you.” You can’t help the blush that creeps across your cheeks as his words sink in. “Oh, um, these are for you.”

He takes a step towards you, handing the wet roses over to you and you accept them with a wide smile. “They’re beautiful.”

“They are, but I must admit that they have some very serious competition.” You tear your gaze away from the flowers and look up at Hyunjin with furrowed brows. He reaches forward and takes your hand in his. The small touch makes your body feel electric as always. “You look stunning tonight.”

He leaves a small kiss on the back of your hand and you swear that the butterflies in your stomach have multiplied.

“As do you.. Even though you’re soaked.” You laugh again as you take in his appearance. Keeping your hand in his you decide to lead him away from the main entrance and over to your bedroom. You can hear music coming from Changbin's room and you can’t help but to feel thankful for his attempt at giving you some privacy. You lead Hyunjin through your living room and past the kitchenette until you reach your room.

“You have a very nice apartment.” Hyunjin comments as he takes a quick look around.

“You don’t have to lie.” You chuckle as you lead him into your bedroom, closing the door behind the two of you.

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” You smile at his response, That sure does sound familiar.

“Well then, thank you.” You turn to your closet and start to rummage through it. “I should have some clothes that you can change into here.”

“You have mens clothing in your closet?” You can hear the slight confusion in his voice and it makes you a bit nervous. Does he think that that’s odd?

“Well, my roommate gives me the clothes that he doesn’t wear anymore so I have some mens clothing, yeah.” You try your best to sound nonchalant but you’re sure that the shakiness in your voice gave way to how you really felt. Hyunjin flashes you a soft smile as he nods.

“Your roommate is a guy? Are the two of you close?” He asks while his eyes scan your room slowly, taking in all of the personal details.

“He’s like a brother to me.” You grab a set of clothing from the top shelf and turn back around to him. “We met in college and have been best friends ever since.”

“Well, I hope to meet him soon.” You hand Hyunjin the clothes and he smiles. “Beer Pizza?”

You look down at the white t-shirt with maroon lettering and you can’t help the embarrassed blush that covers your cheeks. You have a man wearing the most expensive suit you’ve ever seen in your bedroom and you gave him a silly graphic t-shirt to wear?

“I can find something different.” You mumble as you start to turn back towards your closet but Hyunjin's gentle grip on your wrist stops you. You turn around to his smiling face and your heart calms down a bit at the sight.

“It’s fine. I just thought that the design was kind of… fun, ya know? It’s not what I’d usually wear but I like it.” You nod and he lets go of your wrist. “ Where should I uh..”

“Oh, right um you can change in here. I’ll go put the roses in some water, you can use the towel on the back of the door.” You grab the roses off of your vanity and rush out of the room, once you hear the click of your door closing all the way you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. You can’t help but to feel a bit embarrassed by your reaction to the clothes you gave him but who could blame you? That man looks expensive, I mean you would too if you did what he did for work… Wait, what does he do for work?

You think to yourself as you fix your roses in the pretty blue vase that you got from some thrift shop years ago. How have you been seeing this man once a week for five weeks and you still have no clue what he does for work? He’s in your apartment and you don’t even know that small detail? You sigh at yourself as you place the flowers in the middle of your kitchen island and head back to your room.

“I should really ask him.” You whisper to yourself as you grip your bedroom door knob. You knock twice and Hyunjin calls out a soft ‘come in’ before you turn the knob. You start to walk in but stop dead in your tracks as you catch a glimpse of Hyunjin's back as he pulls the t-shirt over his frame. Your cheeks heat up instantly and you feel a blush creep over you for the millionth time tonight and the date only just started.

“May I use some hangers? I need to let this dry properly or else I’m in big trouble.” Hyunjin laughs nervously and you nod.

“Why would you be in trouble?” You ask in an attempt to get your brain to focus on something other than the very appealing back muscles of the man in your room.

“It’s not my suit. I begged my stylist to let me keep it on so that I could rush over to you.” He replies with a slight chuckle.

“Stylist?” You ask yourself in a whisper as you try to figure out what job he could have that would require such a thing. Hyunjin smiles as he steps closer to you, taking the hangers that you’ve fished from your closet.

“I never told you what I do for work, did I?” You shake your head and now it was his turn to blush. “I suppose that I always try to avoid that conversation when I first meet people. It gets hard to tell who wants to be your friend for the money and who is actually interested in you.”

“Money? What money?” You joke and Hyunjin chuckles.

“I know that I can trust you. For some reason, I’ve felt that since I met you…” Hyunjin’s sentence trails off into a whisper. He seems to be in deep thought for a second but he snaps out of it before you can ask what he means by that. “Anyway, I’m uh, I’m a model for some luxury brands. Hence all of the Versace that I wear and the YSL suit that I got soaked in.”

“Oh?” You can’t help but look Hyunjin over slowly, taking in his features and his frame. Of course he’s a model, He’s the personification of perfection in the fashion world's eyes.

“Is.. that alright?” He asks, scratching the back of his neck nervously. You perk up at the sound of his uneasy tone and grin.

“Yeah, I just can’t believe I didn’t figure that out. You’re so beautiful, of course you’re a model.” You freeze as you realize the words that just left your mouth. You look down at your rug quickly as your face flushes.

“I’m beautiful?” Hyunjin asks, clearly amused by your confession. “ I believe that I’m in the same position as the roses I gifted you, I definitely have some very serious competition.”

He steps forward so that he’s right in front of you and gently places a finger under your chin so that your flustered gaze meets his soft one. He’s smirking down at you softly, taking in the beautiful rose red that’s sweeping across your features. You stare back at him but you can’t help but to glance down at his blushed lips. The smirk pulling at them makes your heart beat faster than the embarrassment that's melting away.

“Thank you for the compliment.” Hyunjin whispers and now it was his turn to look at your lips. Beautiful and shining with the coat of lip gloss you put on minutes before he arrived. You both have the same thought, the same desire.

“You’re welcome.” You whisper back, blinking up at him with doe eyes that he swears carries the galaxies. You lean into the gentle touch he has on your chin just a bit, drawing yourself closer to him. Hyunjin can feel his heart beating a mile a minute, he can hear his brain telling him what to do but he can also hear the doubt whispering to him and for some reason the whispers always win. With a small sigh Hyunjin retracts his hand and you instantly feel yourself missing his electric touch. He takes a step back and picks up one of the hangers you gave him from your full size mattress.

“Are you hungry? We should figure out what we’d like to eat.” He asks, avoiding eye contact with you. You do the same, as you try to slow down the fast beating of your heart.

“Yeah, I’ll see what’s open.” You reply quietly before stalking over to your vanity and grabbing your phone to browse through a delivery app. “What are you in the mood for?

“Just about anything, you pick what you want and I’ll follow.”

He puts his suit on the hangers and then moves to place the wet items on the back of your door. He watches you as you mindlessly scroll through the restaurants, rocking back and forth lightly. He can’t help but smile but unfortunately there’s only a small trace of happiness in this gesture. His thoughts are racing and he can’t help but to feel like he’s drowning in them. What is he doing here with someone as beautiful as you? Someone so smart and stunning and open to love. What could his damaged heart possibly provide you? Hyunjin can’t help but to bite his tongue as his doubts start to attack him, flashbacks to all the things that have tainted him, all of the things that he wants so desperately to tell you even though the two of you have only just met. He wants to hear you say that none of it matters, that even with his heart being ripped out of his chest before he met you you’ll still love him, that you’ll teach him how to do the only thing that he’s desired to do for years. There’s a hint of hope in his thoughts and it only grows bigger when you look up at him. Your curious eyes ground him immediately and he can’t help but to smile again, that hint of hope budding into a small flower in his heart. Maybe he can do this?

“See anything good?” He asks as he walks over to you, he stands behind you and places a hand on the small of your back gently. You relax into the touch and you both grin a bit.

“I’m buying so go crazy.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes.

“We can go half.” Hyunjin clicks his tongue in disapproval as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“Absolutely not, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you pay on the first date?” You sigh, turning to face him.

“I just like for things to be fair.” He offers his hand to you and you take it without a second thought. He leads you forward a bit, opening his legs to allow you to get closer to him.

“If I am to be fair then I must treat you the way that my heart so desires. I must gift you all of the world's greatest wonders before I can call you one of my own.” A shy smile adorned Hyunjin's lips full lips before he licked them, pulling them into a thin line right after.

“Who was that by? It was beautiful.” He reaches his free hand up to scratch the back of his neck lightly, a mere chuckle leaving his lips.

“Uh, that was actually an original.” Your eyes widen slightly as a blush sneaks up on you. “That bad?”

Hyunjin chuckles again, this time avoiding your gaze

“No.. I just, I guess I’m surprised? I wasn’t aware that you wrote poetry and that was…that was beautiful, Hyunjin, really.” His eyes meet yours quickly and he can feel his nerves melt away.

“Thank you.” He whispers shyly before clearing his throat a bit. “I only just started writing again. I guess I found my muse.” You watch him as he grins a bit, he sits up straighter trying his best to compose himself. A shiver runs over you and you smile a bit, he can’t be talking about you right? There’s no way that you’re his muse…right? The two of you seem to snap out of your thoughts at the same time, smiling at each other with shy yet soft gazes. The air feels electric again, is this how the entire night is gonna feel?

“So, what are we thinking for dinner? I’m starving.”

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echovelvet278 · 5 months

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Stinky Wants a Taste of Brad

(continuation of Fatso's New Bubble Butt)

“Hehe yeah Stinky you shoulda seen me in that fleshy, I was smokin!”, Fatso giggled. “Well ya gotta let me try him out! I wanna have a taste Fatso!”, Stinky replied.

It’s been a few weeks since Fatso had his fun inside Brad. He ended up being one of Fatso’s favorite fleshies and couldn’t get Brad off his mind.

“No can do Stinky, I’m keepin’ Brad all for myself hahah”, Fatso declared with a mischievous grin. “I’ll show you him though, and you can watch me hop inside how bout that”, he continued. With a groan, Stinky responded, “No fair. But okay… let’s give ol’ Brad a visit shall we?”. With that, Stinky followed Fatso as they flew over to Brad’s apartment.

Meanwhile at Brad’s apartment…

“Babe please I don’t know what happened to me, I literally don’t remember fucking a man? I’m not even gay I’d never do that?!”, Brad said while on the phone with his ex-girlfriend.

“Oh please stop with the lying, how many times do I have to tell you that I saw you with my own damn eyes! And you weren’t even shocked when I walked in!”, she responded.

Brad replies, “I’m telling you the truth! I woke up butt naked on the floor covered in jizz, maybe that guy broke in and knocked me out I have no idea?! I love you babe, I’d never fuck anyone else!”.

Brad pleaded again, ”Please, I can make it up to you!"

"Oh yeah? How’s that, hm?" she retorted.

A spark of excitement lit up Brad's eyes. "Meet me at my apartment in 2 hours; it’ll be a nice surprise!" he exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm.

"Okay fine, but this doesn’t mean we’re back together," she warned as she hangs up.

In Brad's kitchen, he was on a mission – chopping veggies, tossing herbs, and turning the joint into a homemade pasta sauce that smelled like heaven. And if that wasn't enough, he dived into making a wicked chocolate fondue for dessert. The whole place was a mix of savory and sweet, and Brad couldn't help but taste-test, knowing he was cooking up something special for her.

With the grub in the works, Brad tackled the apartment vibe. He queued up some smooth jazz, not too loud but enough to set the mood. Candles were everywhere, giving off a chill glow, and he threw together a cute table with flowers as the finishing touch. The whole scene screamed "I put thought into this." Brad stepped back, gave a nod of approval, crossing his fingers that this combo of tasty eats and a cozy setup would make her want to get back together with him.

Phasing through the walls of Brad's place, Stinky and Fatso found themselves smack in the middle of a cooking show. Brad was in full chef mode, making the kitchen smell like a foodie's dream. The ghostly duo went invisible and floated to a corner and observed him.

“Mmmm hubba hubba, Brad looks as delicious as ever!” Fatso exclaimed. “And look at all the food he made, all for me hehehe”, he giggled.

“Man Fatso you were right, he’s sexy as hell!” Stinky said.

“Told ya. Now just sit back and enjoy the show!” Fatso replied with a mischievous grin and immediately flew towards the chocolate fondue and phased into it.

“She’s gonna love this!” Brad smiled admiring his work. All the sudden the fondue started bubbling viscously. “What the hell?” Brad said confused as he walked over to it.

Scratching his head, Brad eyed the bubbly fondue skeptically. "Okay, this is definitely not supposed to be happening," he muttered while he brought his face closer to it. As he grabbed a spoon to investigate, Fatso, now within the chocolate mix, couldn't resist a cheeky remark.

"Heh, hope you like your fondue with a touch of ghostly ecto, Brad!" Fatso's voice boomed as his head popped out of the fondue. “What the FUCK?!”, Brad yelled. Just as he opened his mouth to scream, Fatso pulled his fat ghostly body out of the fondue and flew straight for his open mouth. “Comin’ through braddy-boy!”, he yelled before his head plopped into Brad’s mouth. “MMmmph!” came out of Brad’s mouth as it was stuffed with Fatso. Brad was backing up as Fatso fit more and more of his body inside Brad’s mouth and down his throat. Eventually he backed into his couch which caused him to fall and sit down on it.

Brad moaned as the last bit of Fatso’s tail slurped into his mouth with a *fwwoop*. Brad’s body immediately started shaking and jiggling on the couch as Fatso started taking over. His limbs flew out and in as Fatso inflated into them. While this was going on, Stinky appeared above them and smiled. “It’s always nice watching a sexy fleshy get possessed hahah”, he cackled. But what Fatso didn’t know was that Stinky had his own plan.

As Fatso was busy trying to possess Brad, Stinky flew down and pulled down Brad’s pants and underwear, revealing his juicy dick and jiggling balls. “Mmmm those look delicious fleshy! I don’t care what Fatso said, I NEED to have a taste!”, he exclaimed before diving straight for his cock and sliding up his dick slit. Brad’s body was still shaking as Fatso was taking over. Once Stinky got all the way inside, he sabotaged Fatso’s possession attempt.

“Stinky?! What are you doing in here? He’s mine!”, Fatso shouted.

“Sorry Fatso but Brad was just too good to pass up, you’re gonna have to share!”, Stinky replied with a mischievous tone.

Stinky started overpowering Fatso and began to shove him down away from Brad’s head towards his crotch. A gigantic bulge moved downwards, as his pecs inflated then deflated, and continued downwards inflating then deflating his stomach, and finally moving down into Brad’s dick and balls, making them huge. As Fatso’s body shifted, Stinky took the opportunity to fully take over.

Brad’s body, still shaking, was lifted off the couch as his muscles were spasming, legs flailing, dick and balls jiggling. Suddenly a loud *boom* sound was heard as Brad’s body stopped shaking, and his head lifted with a grin.

“Ahhhh oh yeah baby”, Stinky moaned, fully in control of Brad. He quickly took off Brad’s shirt, leaving him fully naked in the middle of the living room. He walked into the bathroom in front of the mirror and admired his naked body in all its glory. Suddenly his cock and balls jiggled slightly, bringing his attention to them.

“Damn it Stinky, you’re so wrong for that!” Fatso said inside Brad’s inflated crotch. “I always get the fat guy so I just wanted to have a thin fleshy all to myself!”, he continued.

“Haha sorry Fatso, maybe next time! Just enjoy the ride down there, it’ll be great!”, Stinky replied as he gripped his gigantic fatso-filled cock and balls.

Stinky noticed the shower was on. Looks like Brad was getting ready to hop in, luckily it was already all nice and hot. As Stinky stepped inside, he moaned as he felt the hot water cover his body. “Ahhh this feels great fleshy!”, he says as he feels up his muscles.

“Ya know what Stinky, it does feel pretty nice in here hehe”, Fatso giggles as he gets more comfortable being situated inside Brad’s crotch. He stops tensing his body as it relaxes, causing Brad’s cock and balls to bulge out more, while some of his ectoplasm briefly slips into his ass making it inflate for a sec. Stinky spends the next few minutes enjoying having full control over Brad.

It was a bit squishy for Fatso, so eventually part of his tail slips out of Brad’s dick, before Fatso sucks it back in with a *pop*. Stinky giggles while turning off the shower, grabbing a towel, and walking out. He dries himself off and walks into the living room, immediately being hit with the aroma of the delicious food Brad made earlier.

“Mmm YUMBO! We gotta taste that grub Stinky!”, Fatso said from Brad’s cock.

“Hmmm fine, but right after I wanna play with this guy’s dick. Plus, you’re making it extra nice and thick, big guy!” Stinky explained.

Stinky walks their body to the food and starts shoving handfuls of it down his throat. “This tastes amazing!”, Stinky says. “Mmmm it really does! This fleshy knows how to cook hahah” Fatso laughs. Even though he’s not in control, he can still taste and feel everything Stinky does.

After a few more minutes of stuffing his face, Stinky eyes the fondue. He grabs the bowl and brings it over to the couch. He sits down and pours the chocolate all over his naked body. It coats his meaty pecs and inflated crotch as it drips down is thighs and legs. His cock quickly inflates into a hard on, prompting Stinky to grip it tight as he begins to stroke it.

“Oh fuck yes!”, Stinky moans as he strokes his dick, using the chocolate as lube. It feels especially good for Fatso, since he’s the one directly inside it. “Ughh hell yeah Stinky this feels incredible!”, Fatso says as Stinky strokes.

After a little over an hour of edging, Stinky and Fatso’s cock bulges before it starts spewing a mix of fatso’s ectoplasm and Brad’s cum all over their body and the floor, getting mixed with the chocolate fondue. Stinky scoops it off his chocolate covered chest and licks it all up.

“Wow! Who woulda thought this combination would taste so amazing!” Stinky said as he swallowed.

Suddenly they hear a knock at the door.

“I wonder who that is? Maybe it’s one of his sexy fleshy friends hahah” Fatso giggles. They get up off the couch, covered in cum and chocolate, and walk to the door and open it.

“Hey Br-… what the FUCK?!”, Brad’s girlfriend says as she sees Brad naked, semi-hard, and covered in chocolate and his manly spunk.

“Who the hell are you fleshy?” Stinky asks her.

“What the hell do you mean? Why the fuck are you covered in chocolate? You’re disgusting!” she yells.

“It’s not that bad bone bag! Come on, give it a taste, it’s incredible!”, Stinky says as he scoops another chunk of the chocolate-spunk mixture off his dick and puts it towards her mouth.

“Eww gross! Get away from me you freak!” she yells as she pushes his hand away and backs up. “I knew this was gonna be stupid! Don’t ever call me again, we’re done!”, she exclaims.

“Ohh Stinky I forgot, that’s Brad’s girl-.. sorry ex-girlfriend. I remember her from last time hahah”, Fatso tells Stinky.

“Ohh gotcha!”, Stinky replies.

“Sorry lady, this sexy ass is reserved for dick haha”, Stinky cackles as he turns around and spreads his cheeks showing his hole. A huge puff of his stench poofs out of it right into her face making her gag. She quickly runs away with a trail of Stinky’s stench following her.

Stinky and Fatso laugh together as they shut the door. “Speaking of dick, we need to get this ass plowed before the night ends!” Stinky tells Fatso.

“Agreed!”, Fatso replies as he recharges Brad’s cock and balls again, making his dick reach full mast, reaching a whopping 10 inches. This prompts Stinky to download grindr on Brad’s phone… again.

To be continued?...

#gay ghost possession #gay possession #ghostly trio #male body possession #male possession #ghostly trio possession

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liamobrienlove · 6 months

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My MCM Comic Con Experience

Oh y'all, i have been wanting to talk about this to anyone who will listen haha Sorry this post is a bit late but it's been busy at work since i got home.

Where do i even begin? I met Liam! Still seems surreal even though i have photo evidence haha Let's just start with meeting him!

First up on the Saturday morning was meeting up with the amazing @formulares - who is amazinnnng btwwwww! had so much fun! 10/10 would recommend being friends with him lmao

Next it was time to get in and get in line for the Liam autograph! CR had their own section for autos which was great because the queues were SO LONG. Luckily, we were like 5th in line! When they all came out, the whole room erupted and the cast looked utterly amazed and completely taken a back with the turnout. Here starts the whole Liam experience haha I made Ares go first because i just couldn't and to watch is conversation with Liam was special. Liam is a special guy, i'll say that.

When i got to him, i was so nervous and he just made me feel like we were old friends. I gave him some letters i had to give and then the dice i'd brought him and he was so happy and rolled them! got a Nat 1 on his first roll but rerolled because halfling luck hehe and got a much better number! i then was able to tell him how much his characters and he have helped me through a lot in recent years and he was so grateful and wrote a lovely message on my print i was getting signed (which i'm not going to share yet as i will most likely be getting it as a tattoo) and then that was the end of the auto portion! when i went in for my photo with him, he remembered me! ahhhh and then we had the cutest picture and he gave me a bug cuddle as i was leaving. Liam is an amazing human, so kind, sweet and humble. I'm hoping i get to meet him again in the near future because truly, one of the best moments i've ever had.

Then i had photos with Travis (who was making sure to ask everyone their names and shake their hand before the photo) and was thanking everyone as well once they were done. it was so sweet!

I did have a Sam photo op but because i was anxious about not making it to my Taliesin one (sam's was the same time as Travis), i gave my photo ticket to Ares who had a great picture with Sam (who is really tall!). Next it was time to have my photo with Taliesin who is just a super sweet man and was wonderful! i love my photo with Taliesin so much! he was so excited to meet everyone!

Now, onto meeting Matt! Bear in mind i queued for three and a half hours to meet him. One thing i will say is MCM need to work on their queuing system because the line for matt was 4 people wide and just didn't seem to go down! By the time i got to the front i was emotional and overwhelmed and i think Matt could see that right off the bat. He shook my hand and asked my name and then we jumped into what was a very amazing and sweet conversation, where when i started to get emotional, Matt took hold of my hands (he's an utter sweetheart) and when i told him how much this show, this world had changed my life, he was just so receptive and so humble about it all and just amazing. Then he got up to give me a hug and it was so sweet of him - that man just adores every single person/fan. He spent time talking to every single person and stayed late to make sure everyone got to meet him.

i cannot begin to put into words how amazing they all were. From seeing Travis, Laura, Ashley, Marisha, Sam and Tal interact with everyone when standing in line, to how they were in photo ops - this cast are genuine and amazing. I count myself lucky to have been able to see them in person and cannot wait until i'm able to again in the future. I just adore them and it's an experience i will never, ever forget.

#lottie rambles #critical role #liam o'brien

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deedala · 3 months

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🌝🚄 w e e k ly 🌊 t a g ✨w e d n e s d a y ✈️🌞

happy wednesday!! i hope everyone has settled nicely into this january because holy crap its already halfway over!! thanks to @michellemisfit @mybrainismelted @jrooc and @heymacy for helping me with the game this week (also consider yourselves tagged to play 😋)

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Name: deanna🌱

Age: noel-aged~

Location: ohio

we're going on a trip!!

📍where are we going? seattle!!

📍whats the weather like there right now? cold but a bit warmer than here

📍are you an over-packer or a light-packer? i try so hard but i am a perpetual over-packer

📍are we taking a plane or a train? i would like to take the train please

📍early morning departure or an overnight trip? hmmm early morning

📍what song are you playing in the car while we drive to catch our departure? putting on some CRJ - party for one to pump us up

📍we need to grab something on the way, starbucks or dunkin? if i could mix in my own oatmilk and creamer on the road i would say dunkin, but since i cant i gotta go with the bux 😔

📍we've made it to the transportation place 🚂✈️! be honest, are we on-time or are we rushing because we're running late? oh we are late, im panicking, you're telling me to take an alprazolam, i am complying lol

📍are you taking the window seat or the aisle seat? i would *love* the window seat but i always psych myself out into needing to pee like every 20 minutes in confined spaces so...i'll just take the aisle seat 🤦‍♀️

📍we're settled in our seats, are you gonna read or watch a movie/show? watch a shoooow!

📍what are you reading/watching? i'm such a mood watcher, but i dunno i've been turning Psych on to play in the background lately so that i guess maybe lolol

📍are you using wireless or wired headphones? wired

📍are you going to take a nap or stay awake? i'm usually too anxious while traveling to sleep!

📍do you want a salty snack or a sweet snack? salty

📍we've arrived! are we heading straight to activities or are we gonna rest at the hotel? god hotel please

📍finally, pick a treat to reward yourself for a travel day well done! i want a big fuckin loadsworth of french fries thanks

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and now i shall tag some nuggets to get this game going!! join us for travel day or just consider this tag an affectionate nose boop 💖 @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @suchagallabitch @tanktopgallavich @gallawitchxx @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @crossmydna @sam-loves-seb @the-rat-wins @thisdivorce @mickeysgaymom @transmickey @metalheadmickey @softmick @gardenerian @juliakayyy @mmmichyyy @rereadanon @lingy910y @energievie @vintagelacerosette @palepinkgoat @lee-ow @ardent-fox @purplemagpie @thepupperino @milkmaidovich @callivich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @howlinchickhowl @sleepyfacetoughguy @7x10mickey @themarchg1rl @auds-and-evens @tsuga-of-mars @scurvgirl @toddmccray and anyone else who wants to play -> @💟

#tag game #weekly tag wednesday

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jellyheadwriting · 1 year

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UHM THIS IS MY FIRST EVER REQ SO I HOPE I'M DOING THIS RIGHT. I loved your Shinji writing sm. I would love it if you could write [g/n] reader making a midnight snack with Shinji. No more stresses of school or tartarus for now just happily munching on stuff together before it's time to hit the sack. And maybe he tucks you in bc you nagged him THANKS MATE 👍

Hi!!! Thank you so much, I am honored to be your first request!!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ) I hope you like it...!!!

anmitsu (shinjiro x GN reader)

It was a warm June night.

All of your dormmates were fast asleep in their rooms, with all the gentleness of a baby who tuckered itself out from crying. An era of peace rested with you and your teammates… By some miracle, you are all happy and healthy.

Yes, everyone was snoozing away - Aside from Shinjiro and yourself. At this time of night, Midnight, you enjoyed time alone together.

Shinji sat upright on one of the lounge area’s couches, while you laid your head on his lap. Your eyes were on the TV, and his eyes were on you, his hand petting your head as you watched the cooking show he put on intently.

“Are… Are you sure you’re fine with watching this?”

He spoke quietly, with a slightly dry throat causing his voice to come out hoarse. Naturally, you looked up at him and reassured him that you liked watching this show with him.

“Hm,” He smiled, caressing your cheek with the backside of his hand. It felt like a feather tickling you.

Both of you looked at the screen now - The dish from earlier had finished being prepared, and they moved onto the next. Now they had begun to prepare a bowl of Anmitsu, a traditional dessert from the Meiji Era. Some example photos popped up on the screen, it looked so refreshing… Your stomach loudly growled.Shinji turned his attention back to you, and you hid your face with your hands, embarrassed that your emotions portrayed themselves so easily. He snickered at you, petting you again, offering reassurance.

“Hungry?” He asked you simply, since he already knew the answer.

“Anmitsu,” you repeated. “I’ve never had it…”

“ ‘S That so…”

A moment of silence passed. He scratched his cheek, eyes wandering to the front door as he thought.

“You wanna try it?”

You looked at him in happy disbelief, sitting up a little. You excitedly asked if he knew how to make it.

“Course I do,” he said, looking back at the screen to watch as they prepared it on the television. “Not like it’s hard. And, we have a couple of the ingredients here. Hm…”

He lightly tapped your shoulder, queuing you to let him stand up. After stretching a little, he looked back at you and gave you another small, yet warm smile. He grabbed his wallet off of the coffee table, and began to walk towards the entrance.

“Wait, are you going to the store? Let me go with you,” you said, suddenly feeling a bit guilty.

“No, you stay here,” He told you while slipping his shoes on. “I’m not gonna let you walk around at this hour. I won’t take long, promise.”

You weren’t feeling particularly stubborn tonight, so you decided to let him go. Not before telling him to be safe, though. He smiled, and you felt like you had ascended to heaven, seeing him smile so much in one night. When the door closed, indicating his departure, you turned your head back to the TV. About 20 minutes passed, and just as you were about to nod off, the front door opened again. You stumbled up from the couch to greet him, smiling with a sleepy face. He chuckled at your expression, reaching out to ruffle your hair.

“Sorry… That took a little longer than I thought. I had to stop by another store on the way home.”

You shook your head, telling him that it was okay. He thanked you, and took off his shoes again, heading for the kitchen. You followed him giddily, shaking away your drowsiness.

He wasted no time in preparing everything in the kitchen he would be using to prepare the Anmitsu. Curiously, he only brought out one serving bowl… You guessed that maybe he didn’t want any, and your heart hurt as you realized he was doing all of this just for you. You tugged his shirt, asking him if there was anything you could do to help.

“Hmm… You can stir the water and agar-agar powder while I prepare the fruit.. Just gimme a sec to get it going.”

You watched him with admiration as he filled a pot with water, mixing the ingredients together. You knew that he didn’t want you to do anything. He was probably just letting you stir so that you wouldn’t feel bad. Eventually you were in front of the pot, stirring as Shinjiro got out the store-bought dango. He stepped in between you and the pot before you knew it, telling you that you did a good job before pouring the hot mixture into a baking dish. He stuck that into the fridge, urging you to take a seat for a moment.

You did as you were told again, wishing to soak up his kindness like a sponge.

He brought out the cutting board, and turned to face you. “What kinda fruit do you want in it? We have a couple fruits in the fridge right now.”

You told him your preferences and he nodded, retrieving your selection.

The rest happened in a flash, he cut the agar-agar jelly into cubes, sliding them into the bowl he set out earlier. Next came the red-bean paste, the dango, the fruit, the Kuromitsu syrup, and finally a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Shinjo brought the bowl over, gently setting it in front of you. Your eyes sparkled with amazement, and he handed you your spoon, with a surprising amount of smugness, small as it was.

You thanked him for the food, and dug in. It was just as delicious as you imagined… He watched you eat it with a warm expression.

“Here Shinji,” you said, “Please have some.”

He hesitated, but after you gave him puppy eyes, he opened his mouth for you. You gave him the best spoonful you could manage, and fed him.

His cheeks warmed as he accepted.

“Isn’t it yummy,” you inquired.

He got a little more embarrassed at your praise, but he nodded.

As you finished the bowl, you gave him more spoonfuls, and he bashfully accepted all of them. Once you got to your last bite, you began to feel sleepy again, hazily setting your spoon down…You thanked him again, reaching out to hold one of his hands.

“I think it’s time to go to bed,” he got up from his chair, moving closer to you to help you out of yours. You agreed, rubbing your eyes as you stood up, holding onto him. You felt a little sad to be parting ways, even if you were both just going back to your rooms. You pleaded with him, asking if he would sleep with you in your bed.

“Huh?” he choked, looking surprised at you. “Do you know what you’re saying?”

You grumbled, and he sighed with restraint. As the two of you ascended upstairs, you spoke up again with another request.

“Can you at least tuck me in?”

He studied you, sighing again, but with a softness this time. “Alright, alright… Do you know how hard it is to say no to you…?”

While in your room, he helped you into bed, pulling back your blankets, and letting them fall gently back over you once you laid down. He smoothed your comforter out, and switched off the lights.

“Goodnight,” he said, and then attempted to exit.

You whined, and he turned around, shyly approaching you again. You asked him where your kiss was. He sighed his deepest sigh of the night, and leaned down, his lips ever so lightly brushing your cheek.

You finally told him goodnight, and fell asleep before you could memorize the cute face he was making.

#shinjiro aragaki x reader #thank you so much!!!!!!!!#my first request couldnt have been more cute #gn reader #i love shinjiro please come again #fluff

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queercorewhore · 5 months

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folks, I vote.

(firstly I'm not American. please stop pretending that everyone who has a problem with electoralism is trying to influence American politics because they're not. some of us have lives outside of your Most Important Country In The World.)

(Secondly I can't believe I have to preface my opinion with that, because otherwise people who literally don't understand or care about the electoral system in my country will pile into my inbox and harass me about being a Russian psyop.)

but I have gotten out there and voted in every election I have been eligible to vote in (every election since I turned 18, excepting the one I didn't have enough ID in my new name to register to vote). I have voted for harm reduction in right-wing seats and for progressive parties in leftist seats. I have voted in person, I have queued at polling stations, I have voted by post, I have voted in regional elections and national ones. I have ruined ballots and I have ranked candidates and I have seen the margins by which we won and lost, sometimes margins of a few hundred votes.

but no, I don't advocate for harassing people about voting. I don't advocate for blaming the most oppressed people in society, the people for whom nothing fundamentally changes no matter who wins, for not going and ticking boxes when they could be doing any of the things they actually need to do to survive or to help their communities. I don't advocate for harassing leftists on the internet for not promising to vote for Genocide Joe no matter what else he does between now and the next election, no. matter how many brown people he kills because you're so scared that the other alternative will kill you.

I do advocate for, if you can and if you have the time, showing up to the polling station. Go there and ruin a ballot. Go there and vote for the far-left candidate who is never going to win. Go there and vote for the harm-reduction party that doesn't care if you live or die, because they might implement changes that help your friends. Go there and vote for your "anyone but the outright fascism" candidate. Go there because your activist ancestors couldn't, because people fought and died for your right to show up and draw a dick on that specific piece of paper. But don't let that be the limit of your activism. Don't let that be the limit of your hopes or your ambitions.

And for FUCKS sake stop harassing people for refusing to participate in a system that wants them dead. Some of us are just trying to survive.

#on voting (or not)#please actually click the readmore and read my whole opinion if you're going to say anything #voting #trouble talks #uk politics

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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Hunka Hunka Burnin Love

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler

Requested: yes - nonnies ♥️

Prompt: You were cast in the role of Dixie Locke, Elvis' girlfriend from Memphis, which means you've spent quite a bit of time with the star of the show, Austin. He can't seem to keep his hands off of you on the red carpet and others are starting to notice. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Aus is kinda rough in this ngl but i think that's all?

Rating: M, it's pwp let's be honest here || Word Count: 3986

A/N: it's been a hot min since i graced y'all with some smut, but i hope you enjoy this one cause i have like 3 more smuts queued for this week so BUCKLE UP BABES I HOPE U BROUGHT UR HORNY HATS

also let's play a game lolol i describe aus's outfit in this and i want y'all to send me pics of which outfit you think i'm describing lmao

🦋 mila

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You glance in the mirror one more time, fluffing up your hair with your fingers. You stick your lips out into a pout and peer into the glass before shaking your head with embarrassment. What are you doing? You shouldn’t be egging him on in public like this. It’s not professional.

Since being cast as Dixie Locke, one of Elvis’ ex-girlfriends, you’d been spending a lot of time together with Austin. Maybe a little too much time. It has been an honor playing the part and, although it seems small, you’ve filmed a large number of scenes with the leading man. As can be expected with a man as fine as Austin Butler, you found yourself catching feelings pretty quickly. Austin is just so handsome, sweet, and respectful. He’s irresistibly charming, practically magnetic. It’s only natural that you would fall in love with him.

Although you haven’t used the words “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” yet, you both know that your relationship is exclusive. Even though you’d made the decision together, you’d also agreed that it’s best to keep your relationship a secret until the press from the movie has died down.

As far as the public is concerned, you and Austin are friends. And you’re going to stay friends because that’s what is best for your relationship, both professionally and emotionally. Whether it was best for your sexual or mental well-being is a different question, but you push the thought out of your mind, turning around to check out your ass in the floor-length black gown. You heave a deep breath and exit the women’s bathroom. As soon as you step out, you hear your name being called by Olivia. You turn toward her with a smile, making your way over to where she’s standing. She holds out her hands and you take them with an excited squeeze.

“You look so incredibly hot!” Olivia says with a big grin. You pretend to pose for the camera, fluttering your eyelashes with a giggle.

“Thank you, but I’m nothing compared to you, queen!” you shout back, gesturing at her amazingly gorgeous white dress. She laughs and then twirls around with a curtsey.

“Holy shit…”

You whirl around at the sound of that familiar deep voice behind you. You know it’s Austin before you can even see him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you gaze over at him. He looks so incredibly handsome in a black suit with a subtle sparkle to it and a silky black scarf hanging loosely around his neck. Out of instinct, you bite your lip and smile at him as you catch his eyes tracing down your figure. You feel flustered, heat rising into your face and ears as Olivia starts a conversation with Austin about all of your outfits.

Soon, it’s time for you all to go out to the red carpet for pictures and interviews. You have been informed that most of your photos will be singular shots of you, but obviously a few will be taken with Austin since your characters are so close in the film. But for now, you’re about as far from him on the carpet as you possibly could be. You maneuver yourself onto your designated space on the carpet, propping a hand on your hip sassily. The dress was designed by Gucci and it hugs your body in all the right places. The black matching heels are extremely tall, elongating your legs in a way that makes them look impossibly tall and toned. You feel sexy, you have to admit. You glance to the right to flash a smile at some reporters shouting your name. Since you're looking the other way, it scares you when Austin’s hand expertly slides around the back of your waist.

“Hi gorgeous,” that low seductive voice of his practically moans into your ear. You flip around and smile up at him, unable to stop your eyes from darting down to his lusciously plump lips.

“Hi there,” you whisper back.

He is so beautiful and even more so when he’s staring down at you like that, with his eyes hungrily searching every centimeter of your body. You feel heat creeping back into your face again, so you avert eye contact and return to posing for the cameras. You let your hand momentarily rest on Austin’s chest, your fingers slyly pushing the half-buttoned fabric out of your way. His fingers curl around your waist and your hand on his chest, pulling you closer to him.

“You look so sexy, babe,” he says, bending his head down into your hair.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and your eyes go wide. He’s kissed your hand and your cheek in public before, but somehow this feels much more intimate. Much more dangerous. And he lingers for a moment, just a second too long.

“Thank you,” you reply, tossing your head back and away from him.

“You know, there's a place we could go for a while,” he says quietly into your ear.

Your surprise at his suggestion sparks a physical reaction as your ankle slips off the side of your heel. You teeter backward for a moment before Austin’s hand tightens around your waist to keep you from falling and completely embarrassing yourself.

“Jesus Christ, sorry,” you mutter and shrug with a nervous smile at the reporters who are erupting into a chorus of chuckles as they continue to flash their cameras.

“Weak in the knees for me, are ya?” Austin teases with a stupid smirk resting on his face. You choke out a chuckle and shake your head but his grip tightens around your waist. “It’d just be the two of us. We could…you know..."

You feel his fingers dropping lower on your back, starting to curve over the top of your ass. Your hand shoots back to bring his hand back up to your waist.

“Wouldn’t everyone notice?" you hiss. "I mean, you are the star. It’s not like you can just disappear for an hour without being missed.”

You push yourself out of his grasp and lean up to peck his cheek innocently. You’ve spent too much time together taking photos and are paranoid that the media will get suspicious.

“Just meet me in the back hallway by the bathrooms. I’ll take care of everything.”

He turns toward the cameras, smiling with a wave before moving on to a different section of the carpet to take photos with Helen, who plays Elvis’ mother Gladys. Your eyes can’t help but drift to his ass as he walks away, and you bite your lip as you think about grabbing onto it with all of your strength as he-

“Y/N here!” a photographer’s shrill yell interrupts your thoughts.

You finish up the last of the photos and then allow yourself to quietly sneak out of view. Playing a more minor character is about to work in your favor. It means that you can disappear for a while without anyone really noticing. But you would be absolutely mortified if any of the press catches you doing this.

Your heart races as you run along the quiet hallway, searching for the bathroom that you’d used earlier. You breathe a sigh of relief when you find it and press yourself against the cold brick wall outside of the door. The pull out your phone to check your messages. Tons from your friends, family and followers have wished you luck and sent lovely messages. But none are from Austin.

“You made it. Good.”

You glance up from your screen to see none other than your dirty little secret approaching you. He leans against the wall, positioning his hand near your head. You gulp nervously and crane your neck to peer up at him.

“What did you have in mind?” you tease, knowing full well what he has in mind, but refusing to believe that he would actually be so bold as to do it in public at an event for which he’s the main attraction.

He shrugs, quickly glancing around the hallway before leaning over you. His free hand travels up to cup your face, and he drags a finger down your cheekbone and onto your lips. As his fingertip slides down your skin, it latches onto your bottom lip, pulling it out and then releasing it. You giggle breathlessly, feeling your breathing speed up. His beautiful lips hang open, looking incredibly tasty and so suckable.

Your eyes trace his beautiful Cupid’s bow and you smirk up at him, sticking your neck even further out to reach his lips. You watch his jaw clench as he tilts his head, bringing his lips to brush against yours as you heave shaky breaths from your mouth. You reach out to grasp onto the collar of the black dress shirt, the silk feeling satisfying in your fingers. You try to yank him closer to you, but he resists. He brushes his lips against yours again and you inadvertently whimper, tightening your grip on his shirt. He pulls back, the air between you suddenly filled with a cold breeze. You huff out of frustration and flatten your lips into a hard line.

“Get in the bathroom,” he commands.

You huff again but gather the ends of your dress and enter the women’s bathroom. Once inside, you stand perfectly still, the potential consequences of this decision starting to hit you. The realization that you and Austin haven’t done anything more than make out is also beginning to settle in your gut. You don’t have much time to dwell on it, though, because when Austin bursts into the bathroom, his hands are on you immediately. He grasps the sides of your face and pulls your lips onto his. You reach up to grab his wrists, already feeling breathless.

He walks you back until your ass hits the wide marble-countered row of sinks. His hands slide down your neck, lingering around your throat for just a moment before releasing the pressure and trailing down your shoulders to rest on the outside of your thigh. He grasps your skin tightly through the dress and hoists your legs up and around his waist so that he can slide you back onto the counter. The combination of the smooth marble and the expensive silk of your dress propel your body backward, and you slam into the wall-length mirror mounted above the sinks. As your back makes contact with the glass, your lips break apart and you gasp.

Austin takes that opportunity to reach over with his long arms and slam the door to the bathroom shut before twisting the lock. You lean back against the mirror and you finally have a minute to take in the dripping sensation in your pussy. Austin returns to his position at the edge of the counter and relatches his fingers onto your thighs, pulling you into him. You groan at the contact of your throbbing heat to the hard length you can feel through his pants. You can tell by its firmness that he’s had this erection all night. You giggle at the thought of him trying to hide it.

He smirks, grabbing onto your jaw and smashing his lips against yours. His hand reaches underneath the dress to slide slowly up your thigh, pinching at the skin so hard that you wince into his lips.

You reach down to pull on his belt buckle, jerking him against you harder. You moan when he groans into the kiss. His lips slip off yours and turn to your neck, biting and sucking all over the skin below your jaw. One of your hands travels up his toned frame and into his hair, yanking hard on the golden curls. Austin moans into your neck, and you begin to buck your hips, begging for more contact. Austin pulls back and reaches further up your thigh, latching his fingers around the band to your panties before harshly moving the fabric to the side.

He gently runs a finger up your slick folds. You shudder underneath his touch and grip harder onto his hair. He smirks in response, biting your earlobe and pulling it with his teeth. The combination of his hot breath tickling the inside of your ear and the shot of pain on your lobe makes you throw your head back with a gasp. He runs another finger over your folds and then gently slides one inside. He places his thumb on your clit, circling it while he pumps his finger in and out of you. You wiggle onto his long, slender finger. It’s not enough, you need more.

“More,” you whisper through a breath, in between moans. “I need more.”

“Dirty girl,” he growls, moving straight into three fingers.

He wastes no time, either, slamming his fingers in and out of your folds faster than he was before. You begin to feel the pleasure swell in your stomach, and your hips move against his hands as he returns to assault your neck. He bites onto the skin and pulls it between his teeth. Your hand moves to grab Austin’s shoulder, pulling his hand deeper inside of your soaking wet pussy.

He hits the spot where you need him most, and your head falls back against the glass, projecting your moans into the room. Your free hand deftly unlatches his belt and pushes it out of the way before unbuttoning his pants and sliding into his underwear. You grab onto his length and run your fingers over the dripping tip, feeling the slimy precum leaking out of him. He growls as you begin to pump him.

You gasp for air when his fingers slide out of you and glare down at him. His hair is disheveled, the curls wildly twisting this way and that. He sticks his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the skin and pulling each finger out with a pop. You bite your lip, moaning quietly at the sight of him sucking your juices down.

“Get down, turn around, bend over,” he orders and you obey, sliding off the counter and turning around.

He approaches you, running his fingers down your sides and onto your ass. Then he crouches to run his fingers up your legs, toward the inside of your thighs and then up onto your ass. He pushes the fabric of your dress out of the way. You shudder under his teasing touch, arching your back to push your ass closer to his hands. You giggle breathlessly as you feel his fingers curl around the waistband to your panties, pulling them down to your ankles. His fingers grip the inside of your thighs and spread your legs.

He runs a soft hand over your ass before spanking it with an open palm. Your body jolts forward and you suck in another breath of air. He leans forward, biting the skin of your ass, before moving to pull his pants down. You watch over your shoulder as his dick springs free and bite your lip at the size of it. He smirks and gives himself a few good pumps before walking toward you. His fingers slide against your folds again, pumping into you. You arch your back in response, letting your top half lean against the counter for support.

“So fucking wet, baby girl,” he hisses. “So fucking wet for me.”

You moan in response and arch your back even more to let him know that you want his dick inside of you now. He understands and immediately pushes into you with no complaints. You whimper, knowing that his full length is stretching out your walls. You wind your waist in a circle around him, gripping at the roots of your own hair to offset the pleasure. He hisses, slapping your ass hard before digging his fingers into the skin. It hurts, and you yelp in pleasure.

He begins to slam into you. Mercilessly. The sounds of moaning and skin hitting skin echo around the hollow room. As your noises bounce off the walls, you suddenly remember that you're in a public place. You feel Austin’s hands circle around to the front of your thighs, gripping onto the skin and pulling your legs against him so that he could fuck you deeper and harder. You scream out as his full length slides in and out of your wet folds with ease. With each thrust, your pussy grows more and more sensitive and the waves of pleasure build higher and higher. Mimicking these feelings, your moans rise higher and higher, sucking the breath out from your stomach and throat.

“Fuck baby you’re taking me so good,” Austin says with a groan.

You moan back in response, unable to speak as your body begins to shiver under his force. At this point, you are hardly moaning and making more of a high-pitched barking sound instead as you approach your peak. Your ass and thighs slam back against his legs with so much force, that you can feel your ribs knocking against the edge of the marble counter. You can already feel your legs burning and beginning to shake under the force of his thrusts. Your knees begin to buckle as you cum, and you grip onto the sides of the counter with white knuckles. You try to steady yourself as your body shakes uncontrollably, tears brimming in your eyes from the stimulation.

“Fuck, Aus…” you groan out as you come down from your orgasm.

You hear his pleasure-filled moans behind you as he pumps himself to completion. Your legs are vibrating with pleasure and you remain still out of fear that you won't ever walk again. Austin's breath is still hot against your skin. The room is full of your panting breaths. Your fingers are white with the pressure of holding so tightly onto the counter, trying to support your body weight. Austin releases you and pulls back to readjust himself and comb through his touseled, sweaty hair.

He smirks with a chuckle and reaches out to grab the end of your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He pinches it and runs his tongue over his teeth and lips before winking. His arms snake around your waist, gently turning you around and pulling you against him. His fingers tangle in your hair, scratching your scalp. You close your eyes at the comfort, humming softly.

“You should clean yourself up, baby girl. I’ll give you a few minutes and then see you out there,” he says in between pants.

He presses his hot, sweaty cheek against yours for a moment and then kisses the outside of your ear before leaving you alone in the bathroom.

You manage to hold yourself up long enough for the door to shut behind Austin, but the moment he vanishes, you feel your shaking muscles give out and you lower yourself down as gently as you can onto the ground in the bathroom. The cold, hard tiles feel good against the hot, swollen skin of your thighs. You lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes, trying to get your breath back to normal. After a few moments of rest, you reach down to pull your panties back up, wincing as you lift your hips and legs to pull the fabric over your ass cheeks.

You grab onto the wall, dragging yourself to stand. As soon as you put pressure on your legs, you groan. Your knees start to buckle and you lower yourself down again. You take a few more deep breaths and try again, working through the soreness this time, although you have to lean heavily on the wall for support. If anyone were to walk into the bathroom at this moment, they probably would ask if you needed an ambulance.

You look like a baby giraffe just learning how to walk, with your knees pointed inward and legs spread out. You gently try to bring your legs together, feeling them shake violently with the pressure of your body weight. Whimpers fly through your mouth as the sore lips of your pussy touch. You waddle over to the sinks, bent at the waist and too afraid to stand up quite yet.

You glance at yourself in the mirror and audibly gasp. Your hair is completely ruined. It looks more like a bird’s nest than a sexy messy updo. Your red lipstick is smudged over the edge of your lips and even down your jaw, onto your neck. You lean forward to touch your lips, immediately clocking how swollen and red they are from the relentless attack of Austin’s teeth and lips sucking and biting the skin.

You reach over the counter to grab at your purse. Thank god Christine, your stylist, has given you access to the lipstick you are wearing tonight. And thank god you always carry a small comb in your bag. You start with the lipstick first, using a damp paper towel to erase as many of the smudged red marks as you can. You also dab at some of the black eyeliner which has turned your undereye into a raccoon's. As carefully and best you can, you reapply the lipstick and brush your eyelashes back into place with your fingertips. Finally, you unclip the ties and bobby pins from your hair to rake the comb through your locks. You’ll never be able to recreate the masterpiece that Christine had, so you use some water to slick your hair back into a ponytail. You're sure that people will wonder why and how your hairstyle miraculously changed halfway through the evening, but you could always pull the “it was hurting my head” routine.

You readjust your dress the best you can, pulling it into place and spinning around to make sure you don’t have any noticeable stains. Glancing once more at yourself in the mirror, you shrug and exit. It’s not gonna get much better than this with the materials you have at your disposal.

You exit out the back door of the building and into the crowded press area to join your castmates. It takes everything in you not to wince as you walk, each step aggravating the soreness in your thighs and crotch. You smile at Olivia as you sidle up next to her and, out of the corner of your eye, you watch as she does a double take.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” she asks, leaning over to whisper into your ear. You nod.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just that you were sort of limping as you walked over here,” she replies with a shrug.

Oh yeah…you know it was leg day yesterday and I’m just feeling extra sore. Plus, the heels don’t help.”

You laugh nervously as Olivia’s eyebrow quirks. She sizes you up momentarily before straightening her head to pose for a cast photo. While your concentration is pulled to the side, focused on Baz relaying a story to the press, you feel a familiar warm hand slide around your waist. Austin has joined you.

You immediately feel heat rising into your ears just thinking about what you’ve done. You sheepishly glance over at him. He smirks and winks ever so slightly at you, and you can’t stop the coquettish giggle that escapes your lips.

“You sly bitches,” Olivia whispers. “I knew it wasn’t leg day yesterday.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, eyes wide with horror. You feel Austin’s grip around your waist tense.

“You two seriously have no idea how fucked out you look, do you? Oh don't worry, I won't say anything. But I did have a sneaking suspicion that you were together,” Olivia laughs. She tilts her head to address Austin. “Fucked her that good, did you Austin?”

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to hide from your own embarrassment as Austin’s face heats up into a bright lobster red.

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jishyucks · 2 years

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after tomorrow. ‣ ljn

‣ pairing: lee jeno x reader

‣ genre: fluff, slice-of-life?, implied f2l

‣ wc: 1.8k

‣ summary: after waiting patiently for your schedule to clear up due to school, Jeno finally sees his chance to ask you out

‣ warnings?: reader's eating corner store ramen, nothing else I don't think

‣ an: something short I mustered up that I meant to post during exam season

After tomorrow, it’ll all be over. You’d finally be able to breathe and relax and sleep with no worries at all. After tomorrow, you could binge-watch the shows that had been queuing up on an imaginary list you had created in your head, and finally catch up to internet content you’d been tracking on Twitter. After tomo–

The timer on your phone rings, knocking you off your train of thought. You jump slightly at the ping, hands travelling up from your lap to turn off the alarm. You hope that you didn’t startle anyone else in the corner store. It is almost one in the morning. But this was important to you—you wanted your ramen perfectly cooked. “Finally.”

Pulling the bowl closer to you, you rip open the remainder of the bowl’s cover and set it aside to throw away later. Then, you slip out the chopsticks from their sleeve before ripping them apart. The smell of the food easily travels up for you to smell, and at this point, you feel your mouth watering.

This was a well-deserved (sort of) meal. Being cooped up in your room all day, studying for your final tomorrow, a good bowl of corner store ramen was what you needed before you got some sleep.

“You forgot your drink.” To the right of your noodles, you see a hand push over your favourite juice pouch. The hand slides out of your field of vision, prompting you to look up, though you didn’t even need to look to see who it was.

“Jeno~” You greeted, mouth full of ramen. You quickly swallow it before smiling up at him, “I didn’t see you when I was grabbing my food.”

“I was checking some stock in the back,” he shrugs. Jeno takes this time to retrieve your juice pouch, rip the straw off of its side, and finally poke it into the respective hole for you.

Although Jeno was a university student like you were, he somehow was resilient enough to stay up all night and still attend the few classes he had in the afternoon. But you figured that since it was exam season, he didn’t have anymore classes, which explained why he’d been here almost every night.

“Thank you,” you sighed, grabbing the juice and taking a sip.

Jeno sits next to you, looking out onto the quiet street, “Your last final is tomorrow right?” He looks over at you and rests his head on his hand, propped up by his elbow, “For chem?”

You nodded and groaned, “You remembered? I’m terrified. I think I’m gonna fail.”

Jeno nods, surprised that you even asked. He remembers a lot of details when it comes to you, but it’s nothing, “Well, with that mindset, you might actually do bad.” He pokes your shoulder, earning a glare from you.

“You’re right,” you admit, “But I genuinely am scared. I’ve been studying non-stop, but I don’t feel like I’m retaining anything.” You continue eating, slumping in your seat with the thought of the exam you had to take tomorrow.

“You’ll probably do well,” Jeno sighs, “You look like you’ve been working hard.”

Eyebrows furrowing, you turn to look at him again, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” He turns back to face the empty streets. Your hair was a bit unkempt and he can see bags underneath your eyes, but even so, he still thinks you’re pretty. But for now, he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“Remind me to never come here again,” you joke.

Jeno gasps quietly, “Why? I was joking!”

You peek at Jeno through the corner of your eye and see that he thought you were being serious. “Jeno, I’m joking, too. Why would I not come here when my favourite corner store worker works here!”

Jeno eases a bit and grins, “O-oh… thank you?”

“Why are you saying thank you? I was talking about Jaemin.” Another joke—only because you loved messing with Jeno. Sulky Jeno was one of your favourite Jenos because of how a pout would appear on his lips.

Jeno glares at you, sliding the juice pouch away from you, “This is mine now.” He slowly brings it up to his lips to drink, eyes watching and waiting for a reaction.

“Did I say Jaemin?” Your eyes widen, “I meant you!” You lean over to nudge him, which he quickly counters. This makes you laugh before you turn back to eat the rest of your noodles and Jeno slides the juice back to its rightful place next to your bowl.

Jeno lets you finish your meal, occasionally glancing between you and the people or cars that walked past the store. He sees a stray cat across the street, passing a woman in scrubs. Then he spots a man, dressed down, hopping out of a taxi before slowly walking into the building at the other corner of the street. Then he sees a couple skipping down the sidewalk with arms swinging back and forth as they do.

He shifts his gaze to you wondering if this would be the right time to ask you to dinner or maybe ice cream—somewhere that wasn’t this corner store. But then he remembers the words you said a few weeks back:

“I’m too busy for anything but school and it’s draining me.”

Which very much means that a relationship is not your priority.

“Finished~” you sang, gathering your trash into the now empty bowl. The juice you still have yet to finish, but you decided it was great to have this on the walk home.

Standing up, you make your way to the garbage can, disposing of the trash, “You’re here until six right?” You walk back to your spot and pick up the sweater you had hung at the back of your chair.

Jeno nods, “Wait, you’re leaving already?” His head tilts to the side slightly, watching as you put your sweater on.

“I would stay and keep you company, but I have an exam tomorrow, remember?” you laugh lightly, raising one of your brows, “But after tomorrow, I’ll visit you as much as I want.” Pushing the chair back under the wall-mounted table, you say goodbye to Jeno before turning to leave.

You don’t complain when a wave of fresh air hits you once you open the store’s door. In fact, you take in a deep breath, causing you to sigh as you close your eyes.

“Let me walk you.” You jump at Jeno, who has suddenly appeared next to you.

“Don’t you have a store to look after?” you punch him playfully, hopping down each of the stairs beneath you, “I’ll be fine.”

He hops down right after you, “The street is empty, meaning no customers. Besides… you live like thirty seconds from here.”

“Exactly,” you say, “I live close, so you don’t need to walk me home.”

“I want to, though.” Jeno’s standing beside you, hands in his pockets, “So let’s go.” Finding no energy to argue, you sighed and gestured for him to begin walking, following shortly after.

“So, are you planning on just working for all your break?” you questioned, “Or got any other plans?”

“For the most part, yeah,” he nods, “Other than that, I’m not sure.” Maybe he can actually go through with his plan to ask you out, “How about you?”

“Nothing,” you say happily, “I can finally rest.”

“You deserve it,” he grins in your direction. At this point, you and Jeno are approaching your house, the porch light being the only thing guiding your path.

“Thanks, Jeno,” you smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jeno waits for you to slip through your gate and disappear through your door before he turns to leave. There’s a lingering feeling at the back of his head—one mixed with confidence and anticipation for tomorrow or even the day after. He plays back the number of times he’s had this same feeling when he’s with you. This equals the number of times he’s wanted to take you out and spend time with you, and the number of times he has cursed school for getting in the way.

But after tomorrow, after you’re free from the temporary shackles of school, Jeno can finally take his built-up confidence into use.

He just hopes that the waiting was worth it.

°•. ✿ .•°

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Hiiiii! I only seeing you reblogged the ask game as well, hope i'm not terribly late. 🫂💖 Also sorry if i'm repeating any question, but may i:

39, Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? 123, What colour are your towels? 140, Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

Julie Andrew’s voice: a queen is never late, everyone else is simply early

39, Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Honestly both! I guess I slightly prefer behind it, but more like in a “I am taking this selfie of all of us” kinda way. It’s taken a very long time for me to like how I look in photos but now that I like it, I’m very happy getting in frame!

123, What colour are your towels?

Tan and grey (she’s boring). I do have one teal one from college that’s still kicking but it’s a kinda crappy one tbh, barely holds any water at all

140, Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

Ok I happen to have my Bag-O-Sentimental Things near my bed today which has my “You Are OK - Finding Your Way When Life Doesn’t Feel OK” album release book from The Maine and Evan Lucy.

“But The Maine have made peace with their choice, maintaining they’d rather be at the level they are and happy than at the next level and unhappy with how they got there.”

Which HI SORRY IM DRIFT AND IM GONNA TAKE THIS AS A MOMENT TO RAMBLE ABOUT A BAND CALLED THE MAINE! Levynn I am so sorry I’m taking your ask and going on a crazy tangent - thank you very very much you are very sweet

This is literally everything I love about this band in a nutshell bc 1) this is literally a book they put out with their 7th record You Are OK which like. Need more be said on that album title? And they were just like “hey we not only want to do this record but we want to show you our headspace while we were writing it and let you know we see you and this is how we got here.”

2) the reason they can be like “fuck it lets also do a book” is because they have been completely 100% independent since 2011 (cough fuck Warner Bros cough) and it ALLOWS them to have the mindset Evan mentions. They DID the big label and the one hit in 2008. They could have probably been playing arenas and getting radio play on the alt stations long before now, but they aren’t. Which brings me to 3) because they want to do things authentically and not just churn out money.

This is the band that did a FOR FREE TOUR. AN ENTIRE TOUR!! WHERE YOUR TICKET WAS FREE. JUST SHOW UP. They *CALL YOU* when you pre order their record just to say thanks (and sometimes to prank you but that’s a story for another time #BigStimmyEnergy)

They hop down off stage right after the gig and take photos with as many people as they can. I’ve met these guys more times than I could accurately count. My cousins thought I was dating Jared the guitarist cuz I had him in so many of my profile pics on Facebook 😂 I have NEVER done a paid m&g for TM because their whole THING is “we want to meet you too. Come talk to us.” They don’t HAVE m&g, they have Pat the drummer slinging merch or the post-show hangs or walking the line while everyone is queuing. I think it’s harder to NOT meet TM than to actually meet them 😂

They make it SO OBVIOUS that they care and want to have success in the industry yes, but not at the expense of us. And that is so incredibly rare. I never question if the guys in TM are good people - I sometimes question if they think their shit through enough and definitely know they stumble like everyone. But I never question their intentions. Or where their hearts are.

They’d rather be where they are and happy than the next big thing.

I haven’t read through this thing in a while and honestly kinda forgot I had it, so thank you very much for letting me find it again (and sorry for gushing but. They are my faves. band1. Forever.)

#this turned into a love letter to my favorite band sorry #also it’s almost 3am ok gniiiiite #the maine #<< fuck it main tag woe drift rambles be upon ye #ask game #answered asks #a-s-levynn

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ethereousdelirious · 7 months

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We resched the end of my queued fills alshfhshd

Sicktember 2023 Day 19

Prompt: Curled Up with a Pet

Fandom: Ac.e Att.orney

Characters: Kl.avier, A.pollo

Notes: pasting on mobile always removes my formatting and I don't have time to fix it rn so I'm kindly asking you to mentally insert italics where they seem appropriate

Klavier's phone buzzed.

He blinked blearily, breaking eye contact with the living room wall. Absently, he patted the pile of blankets surrounding him on his sleek leather couch and came up empty-handed.

Annoyed by his fidgeting, Vongole huffed and gave him a reproachful look.

Klavier sniffled, though all it really did was shift the thick congestion sitting in his sinuses. "Sorry, girl."

She crawled a few inches up the couch, black nails digging into his legs through the blankets. Sighing, she dropped her head on his hip and settled in again.

"Ah-ah-ah," Klavier reproached, and drew a hand down his face. His throat stung from two full days of breathing through his mouth and every thick swallow made his ears crackle. "I need to find my phone, darling." He wiggled. Vongole slapped a paw on his leg as though to pin him down. "You're too clever, you know that?"

A few explosive sneezes accomplished what Klavier's weak will could not, and Vongole trotted off to go sleep in her bed. Klavier sat up and snatched a few tissues off the box on the coffee table and blew his nose. What a miserable existence this was. A miserable, boyfriendless existence. He'd had to call out of work (or risk the humiliation of being sent home) and cancel his reservation at Pound & Pitchfork after sitting on the waitlist for a month (it seemed losing one's band had its drawbacks). On top of all that, it had been a week since he had seen Apollo. Their only contact had been through texts, as Klavier had felt too disgusting for video chats.

Oh, right. His phone.

He found it, warm, in a pile of golden dog hair.

Apollo: I picked up some soup ingredients from the grocery store just now. why don't I come over and cook for you?

Klavier: you don't have to 😭

Apollo: How about this: unless you explicitly tell me not to, I am coming over to cook for you

Klavier: 🥺🥺🥺

Apollo: see you in 45

Klavier sneezed and dropped his phone on his chest. When he finished blowing his nose again, he looked around at the expanse of his apartment. Vongole's toys lay scattered across the floor, a few crumpled blankets drawing lines between them like constellations. Klavier hadn't brushed his hair or his teeth that day, nor had he changed out of his pajamas. Medicine and tissues lay scattered across his coffee table and beside him, a trash can overflowed with crumpled-up tissues.

He was in no shape to entertain. He should do something about it. After all, he'd been able to dredge up the energy to feed Vongole and take her out. It shouldn't be too hard to… to…

Klavier's eyes slipped shut.

"Babe?" Someone shook Klavier's shoulder, disturbing a warm weight on his stomach.

"Ungh…" Klavier pressed the heel of his palm to his nose, pressing down on the bridge in hopes of relieving some congestion.

"Do you wanna eat something?"

Klavier blinked slowly. Vongole came into focus first, her head on his chest. Then… it must have been Apollo who had woken him. God, he felt disgusting and probably looked worse.

If he did, Apollo's face betrayed none of it. He wore an expression of mild concern that melted into a hesitant smile when he noticed Klavier looking at him.

"Huh?" Klavier said elegantly, reaching out for the tissue box.

"Food," Apollo said, slowly, but not quietly (never quietly). "Do you want some?"

Klavier blew his nose, painfully aware of the wet, unpleasant noise he made. Apollo didn't seem to mind, showing his fingers to a snarling Vongole. "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to make soup," Apollo said with a fond smile. Distracting Vongole with one hand, he used the other to smooth Klavier's hair out of his face. He was practically begging to get nipped, as Vongole was fiercely protective over her things (Klavier included), but Apollo didn't seem to mind.

Klavier's thoughts moved infuriatingly slowly inside the congested cavities of his skull. He must have been out, really out, if he didn't notice Apollo coming in. Or cooking. Or the inevitable confrontation with Vongole once she'd noticed his presence.

"Babe?" Apollo waved his hand in front of Klavier's face. "Do you have a fever?"

"No." Klavier shook himself. "Sorry, no, I'm fine." He sniffled and beamed at Apollo. "Soup would be lovely."

In a fit of possessiveness, Vongole crawled all the way up Klavier's body and rested her chin on his collarbone, the rest of her body smothering his.

Apollo laughed when he got back from the kitchen, kneeling so Vongole could sniff his free hand. "Somebody knows you're not feeling well, huh?"

"Nurse Vongole is on the job," Klavier agreed, though her body heat through layers of blankets was starting to stifle. He tried to sit up a little and Vongole pawed at him, her wagging tail thumping against the back of the couch. "Do you think you could get her off me?"

Before Apollo could respond, Klavier sneezed and did the job himself; Vongole jumped off the couch and walked away to occupy herself with one of the many stuffed toys littering the floor.

"Ugh." Klavier sniffled and sat up with an effort, shoving blankets onto the floor to clear a space for Apollo. "Get over here, quick."

Apollo handed Klavier the bowl he'd been cradling and sat down next to him, cuddling up despite the possibility of contagion. "Aw, is she smothering you?"

"Literally, sometimes," Klavier said. Settling the bowl in the crook between his stomach and bent legs, he rested his head on Apollo's shoulder. "I'm glad you're here, Apollo."

Apollo ruffled his hair. "What, to save you from being murdered by your own dog?"

"Yes, only that." Despite himself, Klavier let his eyes slip shut, relaxing against Apollo's shoulder.

"Hey." Apollo jostled him. "You gotta eat first. Just a little, okay?"

"Mm…" For a moment,, Klavier considered ignoring him. Or sitting back and whining until Apollo agreed to feed him.

Although, that sounded messy and inefficient, and altogether not as romantic as it seemed on the surface.

Groaning, he forced himself upright and picked up the spoon.

"Any good?" Apollo asked, a little too casually.

Klavier fixed him with the most dazzling smile he could manage given the circumstances. "I'm afraid I can't really taste it right now."

"Oh, right."

"But I know it's perfect."

"Oh, yeah?" Apollo's brow furrowed. "And how's that?"

"Because you made it, my dear."

#ethereous writes #sicktember 2023

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