#his voice is soo😫😫

[noramthe]

Charcoal white is such a BANGER if I wasn’t biased because merold is my favourite character i would have said it’s the best trio song group they have done😭😭

[pedroscowgirl]

Random smutty drabble, so minors dni! And don't read if you're uncomfortable with period sex!!!

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Warnings: smut! Period fingering (with gloves on)

A/n: I love his hands, but man idk when he wears those gloves...it's so sexy for no reason😫maybe an insane take, but imagine being on your period and you're soo horny for him but he doesn't wanna be bothered by cleaning up your bloody mess so he grabs one of his gloves and fingers you

You can’t help but admire his hands. Those strong, capable hands that seem to command everything they touch. They’re gentle when needed, but there’s always a quiet power behind them. Every time you catch a glimpse of them, your mind wanders.

But when he wears those gloves… God, it’s something else. There's no real explanation for why it’s so sexy, yet the sight of him slipping them on sends a shiver down your spine. Maybe it’s the way they fit so perfectly, or how they make him seem even more in control. It's like the gloves highlight every precise movement, and you can’t stop thinking about how they’d feel against your skin.

You know it’s a bit wild, but you can’t shake the thought. It comes to you in waves, especially when you're feeling a little off—like now, when your period has you all over the place. The cramps, the discomfort, and yet the hunger for him is undeniable. You crave him so much it almost hurts.

He notices. He always notices. The way your eyes linger on him, the way you shift in place, trying to get comfortable while your body aches for him. But you know he’s not the type to be too eager about dealing with the bloody mess of it all. He has his work for that. So you brace yourself for the usual brush-off.

Instead, he surprises you.

Without a word, he pulls out one of those familiar white gloves. Your heart skips a beat as he slides it on, the soft leather stretching over his fingers, every movement deliberate and confident. He moves closer, his eyes locking onto yours, as if daring you to resist. But how could you?

He doesn’t wait. His gloved hand slides down your body, brushing against your thigh, the sensation sending sparks through you. Your breath hitches as his fingers find their way to your center, teasing you, knowing exactly how to drive you wild.

"You’re such a mess," he murmurs, voice low, but there’s something playful in his tone.

And then, he’s inside you, pushing past all your insecurities, all your hesitation. His fingers work you relentlessly, hard and fast, filling you up, until the only thing left in your mind is him. The gloves make it feel different, more intense somehow, every touch sharper, more precise. The friction, the sensation, the way his eyes never leave yours, it’s overwhelming.

You’re lost in it. Lost in him.

You grip his arm, holding on for dear life as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, his focus entirely on you, reading every twitch of your body, every gasp, knowing just when to push and when to ease up.

Finally, when you can’t take it anymore, when the pressure inside you is about to explode, he brings you over the edge. Your body trembles beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you breathless, spent, and entirely his.

And as he pulls back, removing the glove, he gives you a small, knowing smile. He never says it out loud, but you know—he loves watching you unravel for him.

[sixosix]

Hi! I'm on a sae brainrot lately it's gonna consume me and your fics are soo good😫 can I req a sae with reader in love with him despite being friends with rin, I just love the idea of rin being annoyed with the two of them giving each other heart eyes when reader comes over to their house, thank you sooo much!

think of this as an au where the itoshi brothers aren’t as insane and strained ur welcome ALSO ANON HELPP this idea is so funny

rin doesn’t consider himself as someone who has homicidal urges. on a good day, at least.

but you are making it harder and harder not to just strangle you and yell out strings of profanity whenever you sigh dreamily over his brother.

his big brother, of all people. rin knows that he and sae are pretty popular, but for his best friend to be head over heels for his brother when you should be immune to the itoshi bloodline is a bit absurd.

“it’s the best friend’s brother thing,” bachira said. rin has no idea what that means, but apparently, it’s when people go crazy over the best friend’s brother. rin hopes that none of sae’s friends are giving him the same googly eyes you do whenever sae passes by—that would be horrifying.

“he’s so handsome,” you explained to him when he asked why you are so obsessed with his brother in blood. “so—! just soo fucking—” and then rin asked you to not finish that sentence because he might have to damage his eardrums by hand if you continue.

that’s not even the worst part, no.

a normal person (like rin) would think that, okay, pining isn’t that bad. crushes are normal. my friend’s weird obsession with wanting to kiss my brother stupid is normal, maybe. but no. it’s not that easy. rin cannot just coax you to move on or force to imply anything in case sae hunts him down.

because his big brother, itoshi sae, is in love with you.

rin doesn’t know when— how it started. he just found out when you had to come up to rin to ask for something and left like a frightened deer, and sae, dead-inside, doesn’t-give-a-fuck-about-you sae, kept staring at you until you were out of sight. there was a smile on his face—a fond one, if that makes it any better.

(it does not. rin didn’t even know what to say at this point. his hands are itching.)

“that’s just a little brother thing,” shidou remarked once when rin lamented about his worrying urge to throttle you and sae simultaneously. rin understands that one, at least.

you have to come over today.

it’s not a big deal since you’ve come to his room to hang out before. it’s not always voluntary on rin’s part; you just appear out of nowhere, carrying pillows and about three blankets, materializing out of nowhere and onto his doorstep.

the difference is that his brother is back in japan, and you’re coming over today.

why is this a problem?

well, for starters: rin is not fond of seeing you make a fool of yourself and cry about it to him later on. he sleeps through it, usually, but you smack his head when you meet again, and he is afraid he might get brain damage soon.

second, rin only stays in his room, so it is where you follow. if the time comes you leave, sae will interrogate the hell out of him and give the coldest glares out of sheer jealousy. rin cannot be bothered to explain that no, he doesn’t like you that way, and sae is free to take you.

he doesn’t want to expose you like that, though. he is not that much of an asshole. as horrible and hilarious it is to watch you trip over yourself to see him, rin knows you genuinely like sae.

rin sees it in the way you smile helplessly whenever anyone mentions him, and rin can tell that it’s serious. you’re still his friend; he still cares about how this will work out for you.

“rin, i’m telling you,” you say, and in your excitement—or hysteria, really—you fail to notice that your voice is terribly loud. “shidou is out to get me. i have nightmares about him hunting me down because i beat him four times. he has a bat with nails on it.”

“let him win, then,” rin deadpans.

although it is his house, he’s the one trailing after you. mostly to make sure you don’t eat all the ice cream. again.

“i can’t lose to shidou, rin. that’s a stain on my resume.”

“then don’t dream about shidou with a bat with nails on it.”

“you’re the life of the party, itoshi.”

you yelp as you turn into a sharp corner on the way to his room. rin blinks at the sound and visibly deflates when he realizes who you’ve crashed into. he holds back a groan, knowing precisely what’s coming next.

cue: romantic guitar, doves flying, bells ringing.

“y/n,” sae says, holding you up by the shoulders.

“...sae,” you reply, belatedly. and then proceed to gape at him as if you forgot that he is rin’s brother and they live together for that reason.

“nii-chan,” rin says, too, because he really is not in the mood to witness this.

sae blinks up at rin. “where are you two going?”

rin hesitates. “my room.” you’re still steaming because sae is still holding you.

sae narrows his eyes.

“y-you can join us!” you blabber, refusing to meet sae’s eyes—which is horrible, really, because if you just took a single glance at sae, you’d see how his eyes softened impossibly.

“don’t say that.” rin scowls. he already has it rough having one lovesick freak in his room; he is not fit to handle two simultaneously, for each other, too.

“i’ll join,” sae decides instantly, staring right at you. rin wants to throw his hands in the air. “what did you say about shidou?”

thx for reading i had too much fun w this LMFAOOO

[hyunsvngs]

ik most ppl see lix as a sub and like thats SOO hot but rn all my weeping pussy can think about is hard dom lix bc everyone thinks hes so innocent and sweet but like............ are we gonna ignore all his dirty minded moments?????????? remember the face he made during that one tiktok where they were pounding their fists tgt oh my LORDDD bc if he does all these things on camera imagine how he would be w his gf????????? UGH imagine the faux sympathy while he overstimulates you bc he likes how it feels around his cock when you squirt and the way you whimper and stutter and try to push his veiny arms away..... "cmon baby, i know you can handle another one" in that deep ass voice 🫣 AND OMG IMAGINE HIM WHEN HES SUPER HORNY???? like he NEEDS to be in control so he ties you up and apologizes bc he didnt have the patience to prep or anything but all he can think about is how his hand cant compare to your pussy ☹️ i need lix to do wtv he wants with me to make him cum

hard dom lix is SADISTIC ive always said it!!!!! HES MEEEEAN! I NEED HIM SO BADDDDDD 😫😫😫😫😫

[dominantslasherking]

More homelander fics pls 😫 ur fics are soooo gooooddd

Homelander With Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: Vought recently presented their new Supe, and Homelander at first wasn't cheery about it...But it seems deep down Homelander carves his attention.

YANDERE Homelander. VAMPIRIC READER

Oh---oh! Of course, he wasn't fucking happy, Vought was hiding shit now? FROM HIM? Homelander was furious, he wasn't informed of this 'new' supe joining the team. He was overall pissed as he watched the Tv, the Supe's new debut? He was some type of blood-sucking leech, that could do some fancy tricks? What was his name---"The Reaper?" Homelander murmured, What Vought was going all emo now?! The People wanted someone to look up to, not fear!

"When, will I meet him?" He asked Ashley slowly, the red-haired woman looked frightened, "Soon..." She flinches as Homelander pastes around and speaks, "So...a vampire---really?" Homelander begrudgingly asks, Ashley bobbing her head, "Vought wanted--we wanted something uh--er, more on the mysterious and handsome side, I mean Noir's mysterious, but we don't even know what he looks like--! Soo--" Ashley began to ramble on why [Name] was a great addition to the team, Homelander just sped over to her a gripped her face.

"Shut...The fuck----up." His eyes flashed red staring down at Ashley as she shook in fright. "T-Today, you--will be meeting him today." Ashley whimpered before Homelander glared at the door, motioning for her to leave.

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You sighed entering the large room, where 'The Seven' Had all of their meetings and group discussions, your blank red eyes, stare at the figure of, Black Noir writing and doodling in a notebook. Black Noir slowly lifted his head to look at you, before turning back to his notebook.

"Hey." You whispered taking a seat next to Noir as he completely ignored you, you also stayed quiet, taking notice of what he was writing. Suddenly both of the doors were opened, revealing america's Supe himself, Homelander.

"Noir, glad to see you, mind leaving while I have a chat with the newbie?" Homelander asked with a large smile stalking over. Black Noir just took his notebook and left no refute or anything.

Boredly you placed your face on the palm of your hand, scanning Homelander down. "You know...I wasn't even informed of--you...our new team member!" Homelanders happy and cheerful voice was evidently fake, as you could tell from the crazed look in his eyes, that he wasn't happy, it honestly amused you.

"But...just because I wasn't aware, doesn't give you the right to parade around, like you own the place." Homelanders voice got cold as his jaw clenched while staring down at you, as you were sitting.

Slowly you stood up, your red eyes peering down at Homelander, as you were taller than him. "I'm a big fan." You teased whispering in his ear, letting your long tongue slide against his neck, "I've always wanted to taste 'the great' Homelanders blood." Your hand placed itself on his hip, and he lost focus for a bit.

"I-I'm--I'm...not gay!" Homelander chirped up, gulping down his saliva, as you pulled away. "Never said you were..but--you might wanna deal with your problem down there." You winked, motioning to the boner he had got.

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Over the course of the few weeks, Homelander wasn't sure what to do, his body simply reacted like a wobbling puddle in your presence, and he felt lightheaded, every time you would praise him, for doing a good job. No matter how much Homelander threatened you, you simply weren't fazed.

Homelander did wonder if he was gay, I mean...he tried to, at least interact with another guy with sexual intensions...but it honestly didn't work for him...He just wasn't interested in anyone, expect---expect you, it disgusted him thinking about another man that wasn't you...you, you you you you you you

He can't even get it up with women anymore, however, if he even thinks of you---!!! Homelander slammed his fist into a wall, instantly breaking it.

"Ah, Thanks." Homelander heard your voice utter to---The deep? The fucking deep?! Homelanders annoying looked at The deeps face, enraged, He doesn't deserve your thanks, you should never thank lower beings like this fucking worms.

"Yeah, no worries, see ya." The deep said, patting your chest in a friendly gesture, before leaving the area. Homelander's face was blank, his movements stiff as he saw that.

Walking up to Homelander you noticed his strange behavior, you sipped on your blood which was in the form of a juice box. "You okay ?" You slowly asked Homelander, patting his cheek lightly to snap him out of his trance.

Homelander slowly blinked his eyes looking at you, "Where else...? WHERE ELSE DID HE FUCKING TOUCH YOU?!" Homelander yelled, picking you up by the shirt and throwing you into Vought's main meeting room, the throw wouldn't hurt you, and even if it did you had excelled in regeneration.

Slowly you stood back up, the Pillar that you were thrown into completely shattered as you looked at Homelander as he was stalking towards you.

"What, am I yours are something?" A chuckle erupted from your throat, as your fangs popped out, "Yes." Homelander said with a smirk, this didn't enrage you, in fact, you were overjoyed that he finally admitted, that in some type of twisted way, he liked you. This was a dream come true for you, you've always wanted the best of the best to be yours as well.

"Good." You spoke, pulling him into a kiss, which Homelander eagerly returned with force and possessiveness in it, he didn't care that he felt his blood dripping down his chin, from you biting his lips.

Pulling away, Homelander gasped, rather breathless, as he felt your hands on his waist, tearing apart his suit, and exposing his lean body. Slowly you pulled your fangs out, biting into his neck and taking a bit of blood, before pulling away and beginning to leave your mark all over his body. Hickeys, and bite marks. "Minee~" Homelander whined out choking on his air, from the unexpected pleasure from your fangs.

[darthgloris]

Anakin and male y/n have been best friends for a few years, they met on a mission and you know how it’s like you’ve known someone forever at first meet? They both admit they’re in love with each other and smut please

Under The Stars

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Jedi!reader

A/N: I'm really, really sorry for not being able to give you the fic you want sweetie 😭😭 I really don't know how to write male x male relationships and I'm very afraid of misrepresenting the smut, still soo soo sorry 😫 @dashingaudacity I hope you can forgive me and I really hope this one will do 🥺

Summary: Y/N's Padawan, Rose, risks her life during a battle and is saved at the last possible minute by another Jedi. When Y/N goes to thank him after the battle, she sees just how attractive and respectful he is. Out one night, away from the eyes of the Order, their stargazing becomes a moment to share they way the have felt about each other all this time.

Warnings: suggestive themes, fluffy asf, making out, Anakin having better pickup lines than "I don't like sand", Anakin being the romance king (cause in a world where he doesn't turn dark he is)

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"Rosesava Stawil, you get back here this instant!" Y/N yelled at her Padawan, who had already raced off into battle with a death grip on her lightsaber.

She sighed in exasperation, following her Padawan into the chaos. That girl is way too reckless, she thought with a huff.

A scream rang out through the battle, a voice she could recognize anywhere. Y/N perked up as her eyes widened in panic and she ran through the clouds of dust, frantically looking around for the girl. "Rose?"

"Master!"

"Rose!" She leapfrogged from stone to stone, panting as she reached out to the Force to find her Padawan.

Y/N gasped as a droid towered over Rose's figure, stranded on the ground with a fearful look in her eyes before she screwed them closed, waiting for the pain to come, but it never did. Her eyes flew open as the swash of a lightsaber filled her ears, skillfully deflecting all the blaster shots.

"Rose!" Y/N called and rushed to pull the girl up from the ground, while looking for the person that had saved Rose's life. A few feet away from them was another Jedi, a curly haired young man with a scar running down his left eye, and a young Togruta around Rose's age trailing behind him.

She let out a breath of relief, shooting him a thankful glance, to which he replied with a nod and a gentle smile before disappearing into the chaos, his blue lightsaber illuminating his path through the dense sand clouds.

As the relief flooded her, she glared down at Rose. "Sorry, Master."

"One unnerving and life-threatening issue at a time, Rose. Now, come on, this isn't over yet."

...

Y/N wiped a few beads of sweat from her forehead and ran a hand through her tousled hair as she looked at the campsite. Countless wounded soldiers were being carried to the medbay as she walked around, looking for anyone that she could help.

After a few minutes she spotted the guy from before, the very same that had saved Rose's life oh, so selflessly. She looked at him for a few seconds to admire him: she noticed the small curls that framed his face, his big, soulful blue eyes, his jawline that seemed sculpted in marble, his broad shoulders that shaped the rest of his flawless physique.

"Hi, um, it's me," she said as she approached him and he smiled softly as he caught sight of her. "I just wanted to thank you for saving Rose, she's a bit difficult to deal with sometimes."

"Don't thank me, my Padawan is a bit quirky as well," he chuckled, looking at the Togruta, who was talking with Rex. "What's your name?"

"Y/N. Y/N Vantri." She smiled, extending her hand for him to shake.

"Anakin Skywalker. Nice to meet, you, Y/N." He replied, taking her hand and pressing a feartherlight kiss to her knuckles. She smiled, blushing a pale shade of pink at his gesture.

The feeling of his delicate lips brushing the soft skin made her feel like she had known him forever, like she was meant to feel his touch, to be embraced by him. And she most certainly couldn't deny her attraction towards him, it was a bit fuzzy at first but it became crystal clear when her throat ran dry at the sight of the bulging veins on his wrist.

She didn't know it, but he was thinking the exact same thing. He felt a tinge of pride spark inside him, and to his surprise, her blush made his insides do backflips in a way he'd never thought possible, especially when they were triggered by someone he'd know for approximately two minutes. Holding her hand, slipping his fingers under hers to kiss her baby-smooth skin had a certain familiarity and comfort to it, as if he was meant to kiss her until she forgot her own name.

"Did your Padawan get hurt?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Just a small wound on her arm. She should be out soon." Y/N replied, looking over at the medbay on the other side of the campsite.

"May I walk you there?" He offered with a smile.

"Oh, that's very kind of you, but you really don't have-"

"Please?" He pouted, his puppy eyes twinkling with hope. It was too strong of a weapon for her to refuse.

"Sure." She chuckled at how powerful his pleading expression was.

"After you." He said, stepping back to let her take the lead.

"Such a gentleman, thank you." She smiled, a teenage-like giddiness overtaking her. The feeling only triplicated when he held her hand as she stepped over a rocky area, making sure she didn't trip and get hurt.

...

Years later

The two Jedi laid side by side as they looked up at the night sky, admiring the constellations.

"Look, that one looks like a little kitten!" Anakin giggled, pointing at an outline of starts.

"You're right, it's so cute!" Y/N squealed.

Anakin smiled so hard at her. Her undying love for animals and her kindness towards them only made his heart melt further.

"Hey, do you see those two bright stars over there?" He asked, pointing at a small cluster of twinkling stars.

"Uh-huh." She nodded, looking at him curiously.

"Their names are Altair and Vega," he said, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. "And it is said that they were deeply in love, but separated by an entire galaxy."

"Oh..." she said, vocalizing her sympathy.

"But once a year, on the seventh day of the seven month..." he took her hand and held it between his own, the flesh hand drawing small circles on her palm with his thumb. "...Vega cries so hard that all the magpies in the world fly up and make a bridge with their wings, so that the two lovers could be reunited for a single night of passion."

She breathed out, speechless. She fell just a little harder for him, looking into his eyes as his fingertips brushed the hair away from her forehead. "Anakin..."

"Hmm?"

"If you keep doing that, I might just fall in love with you." She said quietly, her doe eyes boring into his.

"Does that scare you?" He asked, running his thumb over the back over her hand again.

"It does," she admitted. "But not enough to avoid it."

"Good. Whatever you're afraid of, we can face together." He smiled gently.

She interlocked their fingers, tilting her head slightly. "Thank you."

"You having nothing to thank me for." He said, giving into the temptation of running his thumb over her bottom lip. "May I kiss you, stardust?"

The nickname sent chills down her spine.

As soon as she let out a "yes", his lips softly met hers.

The feeling was divine. The way his lips would mold with hers, a little unsure, but still so passionate and loving... it was simply Anakin. Everything from his scent, to the taste of his lips, to his Force signature intertwining with hers, it engulfed her like a giant embrace from the universe. It was a comfort she never thought she'd be granted the privilege to feel.

"Maker, you're so beautiful." He breathed out, his hand now caressing her cheek.

This time Y/N was the one to initiate the kiss, now with less hesitation and more firmness, sparks lighting up their skin. Anakin experimented by running his tongue over her bottom lip, at which she let out a silent gasp, then began to open her mouth for him. The kiss deepening only made her insides tremble, and she audibly moaned and buried her fingers in his short hair when he gently suckled on the tip of her tongue.

She laid back down on the ground, pulling him down with her without breaking the kiss. He tentatively rested two hands at her sides, and she only responded by pulling him on top of her, which made him squeal adorably in surprise.

His hands began to roam her upper body, and when his warm flesh hand trailed up from her stomach to her face, grazing her breast and her neck in the process, a wave of anxiety made her stomach churn.

She hurriedly pulled away from the kiss, putting her hands to his chest to create a bit of space between them.

"Hey," Anakin cooed, soft pants escaping his mouth. "You okay, angel?"

"Yeah... no." She sat up as he lifted himself off her, terrified of having made her uncomfortable.

"Sorry, Ani, I... I though I could handle it, but I can't, I'm just not ready yet..." she tried to explain, stuttering over her words. "I want this, I really do, but- but then I felt you touching me and as good as it felt, it freaked me out-"

"Hey, sweetie, it's okay. You don't need to justify yourself." He soothed, smiling to try to comfort her.

"I- I'm sorry, Anakin." She sighed, burying her face in her hands.

"Hey, hey, listen to me, I don't want to hear you apologise, understand?" He said, gently prying her hands away from her face. "I want this, too, but it doesn't have to be now. I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart."

"Do you promise?" She asked.

"I promise." He smiled, squeezing her hand. "Take your time, angel. Whenever you're ready, I'll be right here, yeah?"

She smiled brightly at him, nestling her face in the crook of his neck. "You're amazing."

"You're much more amazing than I am, my angel."

[blossomwritesthings]

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

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  Thankfully, the campus was pretty dead and deserted on the weekends, since everyone was sprawled out across the place or getting lost somewhere in the city. 

  Minho did run into a few of his classmates in the practice hall while he worked over that weekend, but since there were a handful of rooms for each class year, he didn’t have too much trouble finding time to himself. 

  So that’s how he spent his entire weekend, sweating off all of his problems and shoving down all of his feelings with gallons of water. By the time Sunday night rolled around, he was completely exhausted. His legs felt like jelly and his arms trembled each time he tried to do that certain part of their routine that he was having so much difficulty with.

  He had started getting a headache earlier in the afternoon — probably from all of the stress of classes — so he had turned off the studio lights. With it being so late at night on a random Sunday, everyone had gone home and he was the only one left in the Technical Dance Studio building. 

  The waning crescent moon shone outside the studio window like a toenail, offering enough light on the hardwood floors for Minho to see his steps and what he was messing up. Besides, he had an unusually exceptional vision in the dark, so if having the lights off helped his head, he was able to put up with it. 

  “Fuck— why can’t I get this right?!” He exclaimed in a frustrated tone, stopping his movements and staring at himself in the mirror. His shoulders heaved with each breath he took, with his entire upper half drenched in sweat. The white t-shirt that he always wore for luck to practice was completely see-through from how much he had been dancing. 

  Silence ensued across the practice room, as Minho blew out a few deep breaths to regulate his racing heart. The dark shadows curled around the corners of the wooden floors, making the place seem eery in a calming kind of way.

  “You shouldn’t push yourself so much.” 

  Just like that, his body was completely freezing up. Pulling taught like a bowstring, he could feel his entire spine going rigid and pin-straight. In the reflection of the mirror, his eyes searched the darkness behind him. 

  There, he found the source of the voice. 

  A soft, light, familiar tone. 

  In the shadows, it was hard to make him out entirely, but the blonde locks that were slightly messy were unmistakable. 

  Minho yanked his eyes away from the reflection as Felix neared the moonlight slowly. “What are you doing here?” He asked, reaching down to the ground and grabbing his towel to wipe off the sweat that was dripping down his forehead. “I thought you never wanted to see me again.” 

  Felix was quiet for a few beats after that- like he was calculating and deciding his next words. Then, “I never fucking said that… I just meant that I—”

  Dropping the towel back on top of his bag, Minho turned around to face Felix. “That, what? You’ll always hate my guts and I’m a horrible person? Trust me, you don’t have to tell me twice, I already fucking know.” He ground out, giving Felix a deadpan stare without any bit of mirth. 

  But he was trying to put up a front. Because inside, the concern was burning him up. Eating him alive, from how thin Felix looked since the last time he had truly seen him at the party a few weeks before. 

  Almost like… he hadn't been eating. 

  His clothes weren’t as put together as Minho was used to seeing him wear around campus. His dark blue hoodie and matching sweatpants hung off his limbs like if the autumn wind blew hard enough, they’d rip right off. 

  Felix shoved his hands into his pockets roughly, finally meeting Minho’s gaze. The pain Minho saw there, the disheveled hair and the wrinkly eyebrows, Minho didn’t know how to process it all. “I’ve never hated you, Minho.” He said, a little quieter than before. “I don’t know how I ever could.”

  “Well, you should. Because I’m a horrible person.” 

  “Don’t say that, you’re not. If anything, I’m the shitty one here— I fucking invited you to that stupid party when I knew how it would be and I don’t know why I thought it’d be a good place to—”

  Minho canted his head to the side just a tiny bit, leaning his back against the mirror behind him. In the moonlight, Felix’s blonde tresses shone like spun golden starlight. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I shouldn’t have gone in the first place, it was a bad decision and I should’ve listened to Chris.” 

  Felix’s eyes darkened a little bit at the mention of his older brother like he had some personal vendetta against him. “Why, because my brother said I’m a bad boy these days and my choice of friends are shit?” 

  Shrugging slowly, Minho’s eyes scanned down the expanse of Felix once more. And he could feel the younger’s eyes tracking him, as Felix subtly shifted his stance so that his shoulder was leaning against the wall right beside the floor-length window. Like he was self-conscious and he didn’t want Minho to study him too well. 

  “No, Chris never said anything like that. He just— didn’t think it was a good idea, with the opposite grade years and stuff. Maturity-wise, I guess.” Minho’s voice had grown a little quieter in the silence of the practice room, watching as his words changed the emotions displayed on Felix’s face. They went from anger to sadness, to defeat rather quickly.

  Felix hit the side of his head rather roughly with a fist, “I’m so fucking stupid— I just wanted to— I just wanted to be with you. And I couldn’t even do that right because I can’t do anything right and—”

  “Felix, hey— stop. It’s okay, you’re not stupid. It’s not a big deal so don’t worry about it,” Minho said, waving a hand in the air to try and dismiss some of the tension in the room. But he was lying right through his teeth. Because the things that had happened that night at the party still stuck with him, even weeks later. “I’m over it, so it’s fine.”

  By then, Felix was covering his face with his hands, sighing so deeply into them that his fragile shoulders were shaking incrementally. “But I’m not! I fucked up like I always do! I ruined everything and I know that you hate me— and that you’re lying!” His outburst forced Minho to freeze in his place, waiting for him to continue. And then Felix was pulling his hands away from his face and Minho watched as the rivers started running down his cheeks. “I just— I really missed you and I—”

  Minho didn’t afford him any more words. He was crossing the small expanse between them and enveloping Felix in a hug before anything else could happen. It was muscle memory, truly. He didn't think about anything else at that moment - about himself or his own emotions. And instead, all that rang out in his brain was: comfort him, comfort him, comfort him. 

  It was their first hug since Felix had started at the university. He felt so light and fragile in Minho’s grasp, and he made careful work of wrapping his arms around Felix’s waist. Slowly, he brought a hand up to Felix’s neck, stroking the back of his head in a soothing motion. 

  “It’s okay, Lixie. I’m not upset, really,” Minho said, completely being truthful. Because how could he be any more upset than Felix was? How could he continue to be, when Felix was breaking down in his arms? Felix’s shaking hands clawed at his sweaty back, small fingers gripping the damp fabric there. “Please, don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry.” 

  Those were the same words he had told Felix the day he broke the news that he was moving away from their small hometown in Busan to university hours away in Seoul. He always remembered that day, like it had only happened recently. 

  He remembered the look on Felix’s face, happiness shattering completely and the tears already clouding the corners of his eyes. 

  Fourteen-year-old Felix was a sight to behold, with his midnight-black locks and rosy cheeks. 

  Even still, eighteen-year-old Minho watched Felix’s heart break that day, as he reached forward to him and desperately grabbed for Minho’s waist. He remembered the ear-piercing wailing, the shaking from Felix that day. The way he couldn't stop crying or beating at Minho's chest. Just begging him not to go- begging him to say sike and stay with him there. 

  And the way that Felix was holding onto him in the practice room, it felt like that day to Minho all over again. But not as loud and not as open. Like… Felix was holding himself back.

  Felix was muttering something into the crook of Minho’s neck, over and over again between his tears. His shaking overtook Minho’s entire body, making it hard to breathe from how badly his heart was breaking. He just wanted Felix to be okay, no matter what. That’s all he had ever wanted. 

  With gentle hands, he hoisted Felix up onto the windowsill that was just behind him. The small alcove afforded enough room for Felix to perch on it easily, and with the added leverage, Minho was slowly able to start pulling him away from his form to talk. 

  But the moment he grasped onto Felix's wrists to peel him away from his body, the younger man flinched unmistakably, yanking his arms out of Minho’s reach. 

  Minho could feel the blood in his system grow cold instantly. Running chilled in his veins, his heart slowed down inside his chest. Beating weakly against his ribcage, Minho’s lips were moving before he could even process the words. “Did someone hurt you, Felix?” 

  Through his tears, the younger man had the sense to shake his head in a reply. But the way he was cradling his arms told Minho something a lot different. With slow movements, like a hunter not wanting to scare away a deer, Minho took hold of Felix’s wrists again. 

  He brought them close to him once more. Felix was completely frozen in front of him, spine rigid as a board, eyes screwed shut as the tears raced down his freckled cheeks in silent despair. “Please— d-don’t—” He begged, tone breaking and cracking like a shattered piece of glass, the desperation so palpable, Minho could taste it on his tongue. 

  But the pleas were completely irrelevant, both of them knew. Minho was going to, anyway. Like he had always done in the past. 

  Then, he found himself pushing up the thick sleeves of Felix’s hoodie, all the way up to his elbows. The darkness of the room made everything go incredibly quiet and hushed, but the moonlight afforded enough light for Minho to decipher the redness and fresh lines there, imprinted into Felix’s normally milky-smooth skin. 

  “How long?” 

  Is all he asked, focus still on Felix’s arms and on the way he had been hurting so much without Minho even knowing. Without anyone knowing, like always. 

  “I-It doesn’t matter, I’m going to stop.” Felix shook in his arms, and Minho slowly covered up his arms again with his sleeves. 

  “It does matter though, Felix. You always matter.” Minho spoke softly so that only Felix was able to hear his words. And no one else, ever. 

  Felix wiped away his tears, the tip of his nose red from crying so much and his cheeks still wet. “Since the party, I guess… I just couldn’t—”

  Minho could feel his heart break even more at the confession. Since the party. Since everything had blown up in their faces and Minho had ruined it all. “I’m sorry— I never meant to hurt you like this…” He whispered, bringing Felix closer to him again and squeezing his sides in a hug. 

  “It’s not your fault. It’s no one's fault, Min. It’s my stupid issues… after everything, it’s how I cope sometimes.” Felix said, nuzzling his head into Minho’s shoulder like a kitten seeking attention from its owner. 

  Moving his head to the side, Minho closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of Felix. Of his floral perfume and the hidden smoke of weed and the fruitiness of his shampoo. His lips hovered over Felix’s head, not touching, but not backing away either. Yet he couldn’t force himself to kiss his head, either. There was still so much time lost and feelings unknown that was stopping Minho from doing anything else than giving comfort just then. 

  “I guess, I assumed because you’ve changed so much since our childhood, you’ve worked through everything,” Minho started, sighing against Felix in defeat. But that notion was flawed, to begin with. Because the fact that Felix was so changed didn’t necessarily signal a good thing. “That’s a stupid thought, I know. I shouldn’t have assumed it.” 

  Pulling away from Minho again, Felix stared up at him with gaping, wide eyes that were puffy from crying so much. He bit down on his lips, focus going everywhere in the room except Minho. “Yeah, I— high school was a lot, when you guys left. But I don’t really… wanna talk about it.” Then Felix’s eyes were landing back on Minho’s. 

  When their gazes met once more, Minho caught the bit of hurt that Felix tried to hide away. It was tiny and waning, but he still noticed the dim light nonetheless. He had noticed it the first time they had met in the campus gardens, and again at the party. It was so small and sheltered, that anyone else would have never even caught a glimpse of it. 

  But Minho did, like Minho always did when it came to Felix. Just like every time he knew when Felix had turned to harming again during their childhood. He could read it on his face, on the way he carried himself. They were two depressed boys who sought refuge in each other for a time. And it seemed like even into adulthood, they were still two depressed boys seeking out one another in their lowest moments. 

  Lee Minho was not stupid. He could read people similarly to how Hyunjin could.  He knew when something was amiss, and when someone was hiding things from their past.

  He knew that Felix was doing that exact thing. But Minho had yet to figure out what exactly he was hiding. Felix put on a good show — wore a pretty, popular mask — but Minho had a sneaky suspicion that underneath all of the smiles, glitter, and sex, there was a lot of darkness and scars. 

  “You don’t have to tell me anything, ever. I just want to know that you’re okay and safe and that you’ll work on stopping again.” Minho said, motioning with his head down to Felix’s arms again. He had seen him do it before — fall into bouts of depression and turn to cutting, but then pull himself up with the help of Minho. “If you ever need to talk, ever need to distract yourself from it, you tell me, okay?”

  Felix was shaking his head in agreement, blinking back the last bit of his tears and tucking a few messy strands of his hair behind his ear. “You… don’t have my phone number though. So how can I—”

  Minho waved his words away with a nonchalant hand, “It’s still the same one ending in 0325, right?” 

  “Uhm… yeah?”

  “Then I have it.” 

  At that, Felix’s body froze again. Eyebrows rising in surprise and pupils sparkling just a tad bit, he couldn’t help but crack a tiny smile. “You mean you saved my contact from all those years ago?” 

  Minho didn’t know how to reply to that. Should he tell Felix how he felt, after all of the years that had passed? Or should he wait for things to happen naturally and let everything slide into place, however that happened? He decided on the latter, at that moment. “Yeah, I figured I’d run into you at some point since you’re my best friend’s little brother.” 

  Felix glared his way, rolling his eyes just a tiny bit in exasperation. “Don’t fucking remind me.” 

  Chris was an amazing brother to Felix, but Minho knew how rocky their relationship was at times. Chris knew a small bit about Felix’s struggles with depression and anxiety growing up, but he had no idea about the cutting. The first time Minho found out about it when they were in high school, Felix had begged on his hands and knees, face wet with tears and snot, for Minho not to tell Chris. 

  And ever since then, Minho had kept to his promise. So Felix never had to worry about Minho tattling, since he was a man of his word. 

  “But, it’s really late now. You’ve been practicing all day and you’re exhausted so I should let you go…” Felix’s voice drifted off into the hushed space between them, pulling Minho out of his thoughts. 

  “I’m not exhausted.”

  Reaching out, one of Felix’s hands ran up the length of Minho’s damp bicep. Tracing across his shoulder and brushing against the back of his neck, Felix stared up at Minho with slightly hooded eyes. “Then why are you shaking so much?” In the darkness of the room, the shadows seemed to dance underneath his eyes, curling around his face and making his bleached-blonde hair look smokier. 

  Taking in a deep breath, Minho held it in his chest, watching the way that Felix’s eyes ran over the length of his face. He could feel his fingers moving behind his neck, brushing against the nape there before going into his hair and combing through Minho’s locks slowly. 

  “You and I both know nothing can happen, Felix. It never can, not again.” He decided to not answer Felix’s question but instead lay down the boundary line of what they were. He was saying, in a masked, gentler kind of way, that they could only just be friends. 

  Felix’s fingers froze in his hair, and Minho watched as the look on his face melted into a puddle of sadness. The disappointment flashed in his eyes just as his shoulders slumped a little bit in defeat. “Why… because you think I’m too far gone these days?” 

  “No, it’s not that,” Minho started, but couldn’t find the right words with Felix still touching his bare skin. So he reached behind his neck and grabbed his hand. Taking it into his own, he squeezed Felix’s fingers lightly. “I just— I think we both need time to process everything. We’ve been through a lot in the past few years and we both need healing from it all.” 

  “But we can help each other. We can heal together." 

  “Not in the way you think, Lixie.” 

  At that, Felix was gradually pulling his hand out of Minho’s grasp. “I’m sorry… It’s getting late, we should both head home.” And just like that, the atmosphere was changing again. Minho could sense Felix shutting himself in again, hollowing out his shell and hiding once more. He stared up at Minho, offering him a bright smile. But the older man knew that it held little mirth beneath it. “Besides, you probably have to practice again tomorrow, so you should let your body rest.” 

  Then Felix was moving away from Minho’s presence entirely, slinking towards the studio’s doors. The soft, calming energy surrounding them snapped like a rubber band in an instant. Minho could hear his heart beating in his ears, his blood thrumming through his veins with fiery-white heat. “Please don’t be upset, Felix. It’s for the best, trust me.” He said, trailing after Felix as he quickly grabbed his things from the floor and slipped through the front door. 

  “I’m not upset, I promise,” Felix said, turning to him and reaching out to squeeze Minho’s hand comfortingly. “Besides, now I know your phone number is still the same from our high school days. So I can text you to hang out whenever I want. As friends.” 

  Then he was pulling away from Minho’s side entirely, turning in the direction of the freshman’s dormitory which was on the other side of the campus. 

  “Call me, please. I’ll always pick up and I’ll always text.” Minho shouted in the wake of Felix leaving him. The younger man turned around after that and flashed him a thumbs-up with a bright smile. “Text me when you get home safely!”

  Minho watched the entire time, as Felix slinked into the foggy night ahead. The chilled air bit at Minho’s sweat-slick skin, but he stood there until he could no longer decipher Felix’s blonde locks from the golden leaves around campus. 

  And as he turned around and made his way home, he had the distinct feeling that he had royally fucked up. Even though he had put down a boundary, and spoke his mind about what he wanted in that moment, he was quickly realizing that Felix possibly wanted something entirely different. 

  But Minho would rather sweep everything under the rug — as in, their true feelings for each other — instead of deal with the problems at hand. That was his specialty.

  It’s just too bad that Felix wanted the exact opposite of that. 

  And it was too bad that they were too far apart in age and maturity and… their journeys in life, to ever come together again. 

  To be back in the same place that they shared during childhood, which was suspended in time. But there was no turning back the clock, so Minho thought there was no use in pondering over it any further. 

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[tuhmuny]

My Live Action Crocodile Fancast

(I’ll preface this by saying this is just for fun, I know the live action won’t have any famous actors playing him like the ones on this list.)

All of these actors are in their 40s and 50s so they're dilf certified. I could totally imagine them with the Italian gangster vibe! They'd look so cool sitting at that desk with hair slicked back, smoking a cigar, the gold earing, the golden hook, wearing that huge coat while the bananawanis swim around in the tank behind.

Benicio Del Toro

Out of all of these, he might be the most perfect. In the last picture he's even doing Crocodile's signature look with the upturned eyebrow glare!

Idris Elba

He has an amazing voice that would work so well for Croco!! Plus he's super tall and buff. And that smolder 😫

Park Hae-Soo

He plays amazing villains (Money Heist: Korea, Squid Game) and he just exudes utter suaveness and coolness.

Rodrigo de la Serna

I love his nose and I think a scar running across his face would look so cool! He has the ability to look so evil and his voice is so cool!

Park Hee-Soon

I think these pictures say it all. He just looks perfect for the role.

Pêpê Rapazote

The voice, the smolder, the nose, those eyes... besides Benicio, he's next in line to be the best out of these, in my opinion.

Tom Hardy

Look at the way he smokes! Like... yeah, that's Sir Crocodile if I've ever seen him.

Who are your favorites? Who do you think would be a good actor to play Crocodile? I’d love to know!

[lemon-muncher]

Reader smacking Katsuki's juicy ass jokingly one day, and Katsuki finding out he gets turned on by it??? But at first he's really shy and in deNiaL about it, but later on when reader does it (in private) again he moans accidentally and ensues teasing and sexual tension??????

bLUSHY BLUSH KATSUKI AND AGGRESSIVE SHYNESS UGHHH 🤌

I was actually writing a draft for the other Rin piece you asked for and then I saw this and was like " Imma make that boy suffer"

My inner alpha just can't take it😣😫 (I hate myself for that... sorry)

Anyways enjoy a very overdue Bakubottom

I also made the reader male since it wasn't specified

Since dating Katsuki, you've come to realize that his bratty attitude is much more than an act to seem tough in front of his classmates. He'd talk back to you despite being in agreement with you. He'd break 'rules' such as wiping away your kisses or purposefully leaving you on read. It annoyed you. Like any good boyfriend, you had ways to keep him in line.

You started off small by pinching his ear when he had an attitude or even restricting alone cuddle sessions with him. Luckily, your tactics worked...only for a while. Soon, your blonde boyfriend would act out more despite these punishments. You had to constantly think of new ways to keep him in line. And ideas were going to run out soon.

Currently, you stood smushed between a bunch of UA students. You were all cramped into the hallways as paparazzi tried to infiltrate the building, which was an unfortunate common occurrence. Katsuki happened to be next to you. He had his arm wrapped around your bicep in hopes of not getting separated from you.

It would have been cute if it weren't for him screaming at the top of his lungs to get people to move. You already had a headache from the commotion but Katsuki only made it worse. "GET THE HELL OUT MY WAY!" His loud voice was unheard from the noisy situation. You weren't sure why you did it but Katsuki was testing you patience. You lifted your hand slightly only to quickly bring it down on his ass. It was quick, stattling the both of you.

"I swear if you don't shut the hell up, Katsuki." Your voice was stern and dominant. You had guessed your 'love tap' worked since Katsuki looked the other way with a red face, indicated by his red ears. As you escorted him through the crowd, Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek, hoping you wouldn't see him in such a state. His mind was foggy and his heart quickened from such a confusing yet pleasurable action. His hard on was screaming for some form of released, luckily the crowded hallway hid it from others.

As the day continued, his mind continued to wonder towards the suttle sting on his ass. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you spanked him again. It clogged his mind so much he didn't even notice you dragging him to your dorm.

You threw him into your room causing his body to fall onto your twin sized bed, snapping him out if his 'trance-like state'. "Oh! Y/N what are you doing?" His cheeks turned a pretty shade of red as you trapped his body under yours. He knew he messed up from the cold glare plastered on your face. His inner brat made him squirm in your grasp, whining for you to let him go. "Why do you keep spacing out, Kats?"

Despite you soft voice, your eyes read that of a wild lion ready to pounce on its prey. Katsuki could only stare in at you as his face continued to redden. "Well? Are you just gonna stare at me? The hell's going on with you?" Despite your obvious concern, all the blonde could do was sink deeper into the cotton bed under your demanding gaze. "Can't stop thinking... of earlier.'' Almost in a stutter, the blonde's voice trembled as his truth spilled from his lips. And once he started, he couldn't stop despite how much he wanted to. He told you of how the sudden sting in his ass kept his attention from you all day. He spoke of the sudden fantasies that filled his head.

"Is that so..." Your eyes grew dark at the new information. Katsuki soon started to panic at your quick change in expression. "Who knew Katsuki Bakugou was such a pain slut! I would have though Midoriya was the class whore but~ I guess it's you... I sure am lucky!~" You groaned from above your boyfriend, his eyes wide and his face red from your voice. "Y/N~ Please help me!" A desperate cry left luscious lips and he pulled you down to grind against you. At the very second, almost as if a telepathic force was at work, you both knew you would have an interesting night.

Sorry this took so long to get out. I've been having the worst writer's block and I have a $60,000 scholarship interview to get ready for so I've been crazy busy. But know, I'm always trying to get something out for you guys. Now, I need your help...

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

I Miss You

Pairing :Spencer Reid X Y/N

Summary : Spencer finally comes home from a trip and is exhausted and y/n misses him, alot 🫣

genre : smutt but it's a lil fluffy at the end

wordcount : Honestly I lost count

Content Warning: Coarse language, panic, fear of embarrassment, restraints, Spencer laughs and teases reader, Switch Spencer, Dom reader, fem!reader, praising, degradation, orgasm denial, oral (m receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex.

Author notes : It's that my time of the month and the Spencer edits are a lil too 😫

Istg he's soo cuteee

When Spencer Reid arrived home from his work trip, Y/N was waiting eagerly. As soon as he entered the apartment, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around him, beaming with joy.

She had missed him so much and wanted to spend time with him. After catching up and discussing his trip, they decided to spend the night cuddling and after dinner.

Y/N had always been fascinated by Spencer’s intellect, and she loved the way his mind worked. She loved the way his eyes sparkled as he talked and even though she didn't sometimes understand what he said, her listening was enough for him.

As they snuggled up on the couch, Spencer ran his fingers through Y/N's hair as they talked about the world and their lives. They talked about their dreams and their future, and Spencer made Y/N feel like anything was possible. They shared a few kisses which turned into more than just that.

Y/N knew it was time to go to sleep. She looked over at Spencer and smiled, feeling so grateful that they had each other. As she drifted off to sleep, smiled at nerdy boyfriend. She wouldn't see him for a while

After a month, Spencer finally came home; he was with his team on a manhunt for a sociopathic criminal. But you didn’t care, all that you cared about was that he was home. He came around six surprising you with a bouquet of flowers. He showered and had dinner with you, before you both went to bed.

He was fast asleep. Spencer was adorable when he slept. His eyes would flutter ever so slightly, his lips would pout and he was always extremely clingy holding onto you throughout the night. It was one of the inadvertently cute things he did that made you fall harder.

She noticed the light bags under his eyes. How his grip on her wasn't as tight. Y/N felt a piece of her heart break for Spencer as she looked at him. She missed him, her heart missed him and so did her body.

She moved closer to him and gently caressed his cheek. His skin felt so smooth and inviting. She would let him sleep, he needed it.

She turned away from him and snuggled closer. But that didn't sate the burning between her legs. She tried to press both her legs together but that didn't work.

Spencer slowly woke up, the first thing he noticed was the beautiful shape of the woman he was holding. Two, there was something wrong with the woman he was holding.

"Y/n baby what's wrong," his voice was raspy from sleep making it worse.

“Nothing Spence just bad dreams”

Spencer truly was tired from his job but he was able to pick up your lie. He knew you were lying. “Baby have you slept and don’t lie to me you’re a terrible liar?” you stay silent. Spencer kneels over you and turns you to look at him.

“Are you mad at me, did I-” you sit up and cradle his face in your hands.

“Spencer no, nothing is your fault,” you leaned in and kissed him deeply, feeling a spark of electricity between them. Spencer reacted with a passionate kiss of his own.

“Then what’s wrong, are you uncomfortable?”

“No, I’m just horny” Spencer’s eyebrows raised in shock, a smile tugged at his lips.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you’re tired Spence, I doubt you’ve had a proper meal before today, the bags under your eyes, how you basically slouched into bed.” you shake your head. “I love you Spencer, and just as how you put me before you, I put you before me.”

Spencer smiled, he leaned in and kissed you, his left hand slipping from your cheek gripping the back of your neck.

“You are my wife, it is my job to sate your every need,” Spencer’s other hand pulled your pyjama bottoms off in one fell swoop.

Y/N gasped as Spencer’s fingers plunged right into you with no warning.

“Look how wet you are, all for me,” Spencer slipped out and twisted your nub. “And only me”

His touch felt like a searing flame, setting your body on fire. His hands worked their way down your curves, igniting a spark of pleasure in her. She moaned in pleasure as his hands moved lower, caressing her thighs and hips in a slow, sensuous rhythm.

Spencer moved forward, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his hardness against her and her breath caught in her throat. Spencer moved his lips against hers, his tongue exploring her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Y/N moaned in pleasure as Spencer's fingers drove her mad. Her hips bucked but he held them down. His touch was gentle and teasing, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned as she felt herself clench around him.

“Fuck, I can feel you coming, is this howyour gonna be when I'm in you, fuck” Spencer rarely swore and when he did. The waves of pleasure intensified, Y/N let out a loud moan that echoed throughout the room as she came apart.

But Spencer wasn’t done. Oh no not in the slightest.

He kissed you hard as he undoes his pants. “I missed you y/n, I missed being inside you” and with that he aligns himself, he enters you slowly filling you up immediately.

“Mmhm, i missed this,” His pace increases sending all thoughts out the window.

“Spencer”

“Yes, oh fuck…”

“Fa-faster…”

And the faster he went, he always made you cum first and now was no different. Spencer leans down and leaves hickeys down your throat. He takes a nipple in his mouth and bites down.

“Fuck,” an invisible coil that had been tightening up immediately springs out. Spencer kisses me swallowing my screams. As the pleasure began to subside, Y/N and Spencer lay together, panting in exhaustion. She felt completely content in his embrace, her body still quivering from the intense pleasure.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't ever lie about your needs to me, if you ever just wanna ride me till sunrise, tell me okay?"

"Yeah okay," She paused. "Spencer?"

"Yeah,"

"I wanna ride you till sunrise," she felt him chuckle against her neck sending hairs rising.

"Your wish is my command," Spencer flipped us over placing me on top. "Tell me in detail what you what sunshine"

"I-i" Spencer sat up and kissed her, his hands beneath him.

"Words sunshine, use your words," Spencer moved down her throat. "Although your moans are beautiful,"

"I- I want you to uhm, do what you're doing earlier," Spencer chuckled.

"Which part?" Spencer traced your hip as he looked up at you.

"The kissing and um thumbing around here," she gestured around her chest. Spencer smirked.

"What else?"

"Um I want you to um use your fingers, down there," Spencer nodded slowly rubbing her hips with his fingers.

"Is that it?"

"Mhmm,"

Spencer leaned in and kissed her sending her brain spiralling, he kissed down her neck as his other hand made it's way down.

"Spen- Ah" He had snuck a finger in, "Fuck, Spencer,"

[immunologies]

look at my land developer dawg i’m going to jail 😫

lmao hiiii everyone! i’m anwar (not hadid) + always writing for underused model fcs but anywhooo — thank god for reopening bc i was supposed to app during the first launch but i was on vacation so my activity would’ve flopped real bad BUT… I’M HERE NOW… a lil jet lagged still but fuck it we ball :’) i present to you: iida!

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tw / suicide

okawara yosuke, 33 (proud twink death survivor btw he left that long haired era behind in his mid 20s), born and raised in fukuoka prefecture so you know he’s a bearer of the masculinized stereotype that kyushu men have but surprisingly his ego isn’t as fragile as i would expect it to be — i wonder why?

lower middle class to middle class financial status for the entirety of his childhood / it’s one of those things where as a kid you’re like “well, this is it” because you’re not fully aware that your family doesn’t have money on top of being surrounded by other kids who, in return, also come from families without bands so it is what it is / it can’t be that bad when your necessities have always been met

tbh there’s not much to write home about in terms of his childhood as in it was fortunately(?) uneventful for the most part despite starting off rocky: his mom was barely twenty when she birthed him, two freshly married young adults rushed into the hard-bitten chaos of childrearing, do they resent bro in absence of trying to enjoy the beginnings of their married life? probably, but it doesn’t matter by the time his younger brother is born, soo la voo or whatever the french be saying (tiktok reference btw if ur uncool)

yosuke is your average kyushu boy growing up: he spends his time outside rather than inside with his head in the books (it’s the same shit his teachers would always say about his lack of potential, ie: he’s lazy), has boyish fights with his younger and complete opposite of a younger brother, tries his best not to piss off his stay-at-home mom and stay away from his chronically emotionally constipated aviation mechanic drunk for a dad, you get the idea

…UNTIL the voices started to become apparent more than ever and he tells his mother who dismisses it but is reminded of her grandfather who unalived himself from alleged schizophrenia but nobody in her family knows if he ever got tested for it (y’know, if it was a genetic hereditary thing) or if it was just the aftermath of unresolved trauma/ptsd because grandpa fought in the war (you know which war) NOBODY KNOWS A GODDAMN THING. except yosuke as a child hated going to see his relatives in the far village/countryside on his mom’s hick side

lmao but when yosuke told his mom “yeah girly pop dad’s gonna have a shitty liver if he doesn’t stop drinking so much in the next couple years or so” is when she drops his ass off at a mental health facility so she definitely prioritizes her man over a kid that she wasted her 20s raising! (she’s definitely an unevolved libra no shade to yall sorry) but anywho! he’s diagnosed at 17, life is looking brighter(?), but his “schizophrenia” isn’t something talked about much at home because let’s be serious. it’s fucking abe shinzo’s japan at the time, we do not talk about shit like this

yosuke goes on to carry two jobs after high school because his parents didn’t save a college tuition fund for his lazy, non-academically inclined ass so it’s up to him to be the architect of his future / he’s psyched about entering the aviation department of kyoto university after working his ass off by trying to build a humble living but somebody’s bored and filthy rich daughter from a zainichi korean family comes into his life and what does he do? say goodbye to the ol’ pilot dream and traps this woman so he won’t ever have to worry about money like his family did

mind you he actually had love for the old girl! but he’s a gemini and gemini men get bored when you’re not their outstanding type or half as witty or clever as he may be. he knows that he’s settling for what poor lee jiyoung can do for him so after dating in college, yosuke goes on to marry the woman but never goes on to tell her about his “schizophrenia” because he’s scared that it’ll ruin his marriage (spoiler alert: it did)

so uh *scratches head and turns the page* they end up divorcing because his condition worsened as a result of his body becoming “immune” to the medications because he never had schizophrenia in the first place (ie: iida canon) — and he tried saving the relationship for the sake of his position at tk group, he really did, but at the end of the day he’s just some penniless, opportunistic man who failed to completely use up his wife’s beneficiaries. but again, he’s a gemini man who’s good at playing the part of using his “mental health” as a crutch of their failed marriage instead of being exposed for taking advantage of his ex-wife financially

(trust me he’d rather be that Type of Shitty instead of portrayed as the Exploitative Type of Shitty because it gets some pity points on his end. believe the scheme!)

so now? okawara yosuke takes up the tk group’s little passion project proposal with goero because it’s a chance at redemption. he needs to prove one way or another that he’s worthy of his job, that he’s the right man for it, his undying loyalty to the corp (questionable :3), and he’s taken the more political and diplomatic approach of gravitating/winning the trust or appeal to goero’s inhabitants instead of the founding families ‘cause his coworker’s already doing that anyways — he understands his shortcomings as a foreigner (more so as a japanese guy telling yall what to do with the land so goero can prosper financially and commodity-speaking for trade.. and commerce..) so if he can strengthen his morale to the people even if it doesn’t mean the quota won’t be met — yosuke would prefer that for the sake of ethics. he will promise the residents of goero that much: business or not.

that is all. i think. :-) i’ll be yapping for specifics on discord if needed be

personality!

likes to think of himself as an ambivert over being written off as an extrovert which is kinda true? despite being a professional yapper with those he’s suuuuper comfortable with, he finds that people who don’t match or vibe with him tire him out very quickly / genuinely a very friendly person and is emotionally inhibited probably as a result of his career where logic/numbers/analytics are concerned so yosuke prefers to focus on reason over the “possibilities” … even tho he would like to be that optimistic / isn’t one to have an extreme temper, but can be prone to outbursts if incompetence is in question / really. really. hates the notion of being black-or-white on many matters as life usually puts him in the grey area so. u know. atm doesn’t have any ulterior motives because he doesn’t have it in him anymore to be evil or whatever. he ran out of plans. just trying do the right thing from here on out, so, let him help you! bro’s probably a lawful neutral man i know i’m sorry for being boring :/ c’est la vie

connections!

i prefer brainstorming over anything and i’m down for just about everything so hit me

[beaaareputation]

It’s something about Anthony’s accent when he’s acting!! It’s soo 😫 but I can’t wait for this trailer I hope it doesn’t give to much of the movie though.

no the way i squealed when i heard his voice in the ironheart trailer ugh

[sehodreamsthoughts]

VINA PLS😭😭 no cuz that was soo good like i never want to pressure u or demand anything but i definitely want ur input!! i love that u add context to it and i love to read what u write about it<33 and omg that was really good i really loved it🤭🤭 i can totally see everything u wrote .. jungwon seems like.. kinda sneaky loser.. but also he’s just figuring things out, and he wants to break out of the archetype he’s been put into🤭

it’s okay it didn’t have to be dark at all like i said, i was just thinking mean!dom and i’ve been having a lot of noncon thoughts but i love ur descriptions of his view of reader like omggg pls🤭🤭 so hot im dying immd😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😫

i’m about to go into work but with dealer!sunghoon.. i see him as like dealers i knew in college because he’s more reserved, not necessarily quiet but he’s just.. calmer than some of the other boys.. could see him doing it just for the money and not even actually using.

i rmbr i was hanging out one time and one of the guys i was there with said like.. i don’t rmbr exactly but he basically said we shouldn’t have to do c0ke in fear, like this sucks, it’s his space and he shouldn’t be afraid of the residence advisors catching him😭😭😭 like BRO it’s illegal!!! ur dumb (and that just feels like smth jake would say lmfaoooo🤭🤭🤭)

- 🥟 anon

I don't know what's been going on with me and Jungwon, I've been seeing him way too fine lately 😭 (Jake's still my number 1 tho).

I SAW DEALER! SUNGHOON LIKE THAT TOO 😭. SO, i wanted to write something short and I got lost, and I don't think this is even half of it but I don't want you to think I'm ignoring this convo like our jake/heesung working at a store (I still have the draft that's not finished hahaha) so I leave this part here to hear your opinion. I honestly think that one of my biggest problems with writing is that the theme keeps getting twisted. I can't do just dark or non-dark content, it's as if it was all mixed into some weird stuff, I thought first of Sunghoon using his client, but then I kept writing and it became this thing that I think is romantic but at the same time it's kind of sick if you analyse it 😭

Well, it's only 1.5k, what do you think?

He goes to parties just to stand in a corner with flat lips and a half-full drink in his hand, just waiting for people to approach him for the stuff he's selling, he's not even into the excitement everyone shows when he brings better stuff, and he knows about it, he knows about what the things he sells do, but he simply does not give a fuck about trying it because he's there for his cash and nothing else.

He's a big follower of you don't do what you sell, and he's not publicly proud of living by that motto, but again, he doesn't really care about other's opinions. If they say he's boring, if they say he's a prune, he doesn't mind because, at the end of the day, he's the one going home with their money in his pocket.

Still, the minute you get into it, he starts to get nervous. Sunghoon doesn't have a problem with drugs, but he has a problem with beautiful things.

As he calls you every time you meet him in disgusting party bathrooms, "Hey, gorgeous'', he hasn't been able to stop taking in your image whenever you appear in front of him, and for him is frightening how he's been so into you since you appeared in front of him with that pretty smile and your voice whispering almost scared "hi… I'm here to buy some candies?".

Sunghoon still laughs at the innocent image of you starting some shit you hadn't been introduced to by anyone. You did it on your own, which was unusual. You walked to him, no old client beside you saying with an overexcited voice "This is Sunghoon", believing they could get some freebies for giving him new clients. You had heard about him around and you went to his corner by yourself with shaky eyes and too much cash inside your phone case.

It started soft, a few gummies since you had said candies and he thought you honestly just wanted candies. He carried a few bags for the dumb boys who wanted to relax their girlfriends without them noticing it (Sunghoon didn't care what they did with the stuff people paid him for. In his head, no one should trust people too much, and if they did it, it was their own mistake), and for the hello kitty girls that enjoyed them a bit too much, but even if in that case they consumed them on their own will, he equally disliked them because they always asked for discounts. You, to his luck, hadn't even asked for your change.

You looked frightened, as if the money he tried to put in your hand burned you with its graze, and you pulled your hand away the second he tried to give you the bills, brushing him away with an almost mute "It's okay."

It was hilarious to him how you would excitedly look for him in every party he attended, asking again and again for candies, and how you would run away the second the interaction was over. You’d take the gummies like a kid, and you wouldn’t accept his money (which was technically yours since it was just your change) as if he was a creep offering you sweets in a park.

He realized, after some time, he kind of was.

At first, you searched for him between the bunch of bodies drinking under the limp lights. You’d scan every face around until you found him, and he would wait for you to do it. He didn’t need much to feel you had arrived, it was as if his body had a sixth sense telling him she’s here, and he would only need a second to spot you moving your eyes through every person as if he wasn’t always in his corner.

He never moved to let people easily find him, but you needed more than a few weeks to realize that (oh, and that if it wasn’t you asking, he’d never leave his sacred spot). Everything felt like an innocent game with a not-so-innocent prize. You wouldn’t stop looking for him until you found him, and once you did it, you’d walk to him and ask him for your usual stuff, and then, when you got tired of it, for more adult stuff (your words, not his).

He never cared about other people. To him, they could all go and fuck off their lives with opioids, and he would gladly sell them if that little conscience left in his body wasn’t still there after all the shit he had done. Sadly, that tiny part of him stopped him from teaching you about the heavy stuff.

He needed a month to introduce you to real weed, and closing the door of an unknown room in the house of a guy he knew even less, he sat beside you and taught you how to smoke it (he really didn’t want you to learn from anyone else. Yeah, it was wrong that you trusted him, but he knew it would be worse that you trusted someone there that wasn’t him).

Inhaling a few times, he kept a straight face to calm you with his mostly theoretical knowledge, proudly looking at you doing it on your own like a champion after a quick three-minute class on how to roll a cigarette and light it.

You laughed when you finally did it on your own, presenting it to him like a work of art and your wide smile. ‘’You’re a fast learner’’ he said.

‘’Yeah, always top of the class’’ you answered, licking your lips and then moving the slightly too thick roll to your lips (he never told you that you kind of overfilled that one. You looked too pretty to push you out of your cloud).

He stayed there beside you, perfectly knowing that he was probably losing customers downstairs with his sudden absence and that he, indeed, was going against his life motto. He was, indirectly, doing what he sold.

The laughs you shared, what went through your mind when you approached him, all of it is there in his mind. You mentioned something about being stressed, then that you were tired of smoking normal cigarettes, and that vapes felt like a game you didn’t feel like playing.

‘’It’s too sweet, the aftertaste’’ you said.

‘’The gummies are sweet too’’ he laughed. He wasn’t smoking after those few first hits to teach you (although you had some real experience smoking already, which explained a lot why you didn’t even cough when you took the first drag).

‘’It’s different’’ you smiled and turned to see him more comfortably. You looked at his face, and he let you, doing the same, until you talked again. ‘’I need more than just a sweet treat.’’

You two were sitting on the floor after needing a firm surface to roll the leaves easier, and after almost 30 minutes of you smoking your own made cigarette, you followed him into leaning against the foot of the only bed in the room, looking at him with the soft light of the study lamp the boy had there, stopping you from being in complete darkness (Sunghoon deduced it was a boy’s room, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why there was a big soccer t-shirt with the name Jake framed and hanging on the wall, or the box of tissues over the nightstand, because it was either a room owned by a boy, or by a girl that cried too much over a boy named Jake, which was more concerning than a boy that jerked off probably every day— He also deduced that when the box got empty after he pulled the last tissues to make you more at ease at doing your first try).

Sunghoon nodded, and both of you observed each other with relaxed eyes, comfortable with the atmosphere you had unintentionally created. After slowly blinking a few times, he exhaled through his nose, feeling more liberated than never, and he moved his eyes down to your lips, thinking that they would probably be way sweeter than all the things you had talked about that night.

At the next party, he realized he had a problem when he stared at the entrance door since he arrived, quickly brushing off his clients without much small talk, and accepting to give the hello kitty girls their discounts so they left him alone.

He even got angry when the same guys tried to buy some gummies for their innocent girlfriends, sputtering without hesitation a ‘’Sorry, just sold the last one’’, which was a complete lie since he always carried an extra bag in case you also wanted them. You had stopped having them since you learned how to roll your own cigarettes, but Sunghoon still liked to have them in hand, as if it was his strawberry lucky charm.

Well into the night, almost at 2am, he realized you wouldn’t arrive, so he sold the last stuff he was holding on for you. In the end, he left with a successful night in his pocket, but feeling worse than ever, even more than when in his first night selling almost no one dared to approach him because he was (and continues to be, by their words) too pretty to be a dealer.

[almadosol]

guys i have a crush on bryan from work😩😩😩 i meannnnn like the man is soo fine🥺 he’s tall, dark, dreads, deep voice, polite af, cute smile, tats and it’s just like bruhhhhh he started wearing his short sleeve now and i just have to turn around otherwise i could stare at the man’s arms allll day. tbh i was looking at his ass tdy and the i was thinking thinking thinking thinking abt other things😫😫😫 and im just like fuck me i need a man

[mmunson86]

The tension bubbled and boiled so hot you could barely handle the extra heat emitting from your body. 

Eek the tension is tensioning!💗

y’all this man is so damn charming, like if this was anyone else i would have told them to fuck off but its Eddie like i mentioned before soo yeah of course i am going to explore the west with him even under these weather conditions🙂‍↔️

A single glimpse of your legs uncrossing and recrossing would start the process all over again. 

Edward Munson are we really having this much of an effect on you ? i am so giddy right now its not even funny😩

he has to swallow more than once to utter a response, “s-sounds good to me.” 

Ohh we have him nervous as heck! But dont you worry Eddie everything you are feeling we are too😘

The same sweatpants he always wore to bed were slung low on his hips, showing off the gray elastic of his boxer briefs.

Eddie you are going to end us if you let those sweatpants go any lower, he has to know its making our knees weak right?😫

“No judgment here,” he says softly, laying a hand on his chest, “I promise.”

Gosh i love him soo much you can tell that he genuinely cares about what we have to say, he wants to get to know us & i am all for it! break down our walls Eddie🥹💗

“I’ll lead,” he says, keeping his hands above your hips, touching the bottom of your ribs with his large fingers, “this okay?”

I am not crying! I promise i am not crying! I lied i am! Eddiieeeeee holy shooot seriously i am head over heels for him😩

His voice is like liquid smoke, curling around you and wrapping you into the warmest embrace, one that you’d gladly die in. 

the imagery i am getting from this is going to make my heart combust! This is so freaking good ! 💗

Eddie’s voice curls into a whisper against your ear, his barely dry hair tickling your shoulder,  “I’m happy you’re here with me, and I’m sorry you were treated that way.” 

& we are happy we accepted this opportunity with you Eddie! the way you are with us literally makes our heart skip a beat🥹

A singular mattress. For you and for Eddie. 

Heheh oh noo one bed & two of us , we will have to share, & there is no way we are taking no for an answer Eddie😅

Here in his arms you felt content for the first time in a long while. 

Eddie gives us this sense of comfort, falling for him & allowing him in was easy because this man just has this aura that i cant even pin point he just feels safe, he feels right , he makes things better😭💗

Eddie’s heart beat is thumping loud but sure. “You’re beautiful… do you know that?” 

Eddie dont to this to us, just kiss us you fool! You dont need to look for love anymore! the moment we met your search for it ended we are yours babe🥰

“nothing left… but now that I met you, I finally know just where I’m headin’.” 

SCREAMING , i am hyperventilating ! He feels it too! Oh goodness YES!😫💗

He was gentle with you, waiting for your nods of approval as he slipped your panties off.

Heaven was in his arms, in his smile, in the way his fingers laced with yours and pressed down into the mattress as his kisses deepened.

OMG OMG OMG this is so fuuuckig good pardon my french but y’all need to get on this mini series! This is all the SMUT I’ll share because y’all need to read it in order to get the full experience!

“I knew when it played again that you were meant for me baby, that I’d found what I’d been looking for.” 

I am over here sobbing, happy tears of course but ahhhhh i freaking love you Eddie Munson!

Ziggy my love you never fail to deliver! I am in love with this version of Eddie that you have beautifully crafted💗

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 : part 2

꧁ eddie x female reader  :: read part 1 here

a multi chapter mini series— based on thoroughfare by ethel cain

listen here (apple music) + here (spotify)

summary: jumping into his truck at seventeen, eddie takes a journey in hopes to find love. years pass with no such luck, along the way he stumbles across you, a timid drifter who reluctantly agrees to join him, heading west. you’ve never trusted men, but something in those kind, deep colored coffee eyes stirs up a feeling you’ve never felt before. strangers to lovers trope, one bed trope. 

5.6k triggers: 18+ only, smut, piv no condom, oral m&f receiving, loneliness, hard times heartache, finding yourself, humor about rocky mountain oysters 🐂 🦪 etc.

Indigo thunderheads belt a rhythm of applause across the Schell Creek Range. Strikes of lightning shred the sky into a kaleidoscope of colors, sharp acidic white and lavender swim in the night sky. The temperature had dropped enough to create the perfect recipe for a late summer storm, and Eddie’s truck was in the center of it. 

  The windows had been fogged up for a while now, the heat from your skin causing the condensation to build across the windshield. Frustration laid sourly beneath your surface, aching for his touch, high on his movements and the way he kept licking his bottom lip.  

  The tension bubbled and boiled so hot you could barely handle the extra heat emitting from your body. 

Eddie had readjusted himself more times than he probably had in any part of junior high. A single glimpse of your legs uncrossing and recrossing would start the process all over again. 

  You tried to busy yourself with counting the yellow dashes on the road, naming the fifty states in alphabetical order, but nothing- nothing, was stopping that steady roar of want.

  Rain had pelted the windshield in steady drops, but the last ten minutes had increased into a torrential downpour, just enough for the windshield wipers to have a hard time keeping up. There was simply no outrunning this storm. 

  “Shit,” Eddie hums, squinting at the disappearing road, “we’re gonna have to pull over, gettin’ hard to see.”  

  The small talk between you and Eddie had been just that today. Miniscule conversations that were cut short with one word answers, and longing glances so thick you had to physically peel your eyes from the way his throat danced when he took a sip from his water. 

  “There’s a town coming up,” you say, heart thumping your delicate finger moving along the lines of the map.

  Eddie looks at you, his throat going bone dry at the way the shadows played on your skin, and he has to swallow more than once to utter a response, “s-sounds good to me.” 

  Another night on the road. Another shady motel that smelled of stale cigarettes and regretted decisions. The weeks behind you were spent exactly like tonight. A day filled with burning rubber on the asphalt and exploring the smallest of towns on the map you had insisted on buying. 

  Sometimes, you’d both tuck in early for the night, checking into the nearest motel with a vacancy and the promise of a hot shower. Other nights you ate a questionable cheeseburger and fries at some shithole of a bar listening to live music, nursing a beer or two. 

  No matter what the day held, Eddie’s gentlemanly ways never faltered. He always let you shower first. Offering you first dibs on the paper wrapped soaps and the mini bottles of shampoo, and you made sure to leave enough conditioner for him.

  He was traditional in that way, any diner you went to he sat facing the entrance, eyes sweeping for exits. In the motels, he slept in the bed closest to the door, there was no use arguing with him over these small little acts of preservation. Your groans of protests were met with the same kind of answer each time. Take note sweetheart, I might just be the last chivalrous guy around. 

  What Eddie didn’t realize is that he probably was. 

  “… should have realized she was up to no good when she kept feeding me drinks all night and eyeing my ring.”

  You nearly choke on a slice of pizza you’d ordered while waiting for Eddie to get out of the shower. The bathroom door swings open and he emerges from the steamed room, wet hair beading against his bare shoulders. 

  The greased stained corners of a pizza box sat on your bed. Feet crossed beneath your legs, hair wrapped in a towel, you held up a finger and spoke with a mouthful, “Wait, wait wait. When was this?” 

  The same sweatpants he always wore to bed were slung low on his hips, showing off the gray elastic of his boxer briefs. He threw a white tank top from a pack of six over his head, and you watched as it clung to his chest still wet from his shower, hiding the silvery peek of a chain necklace. 

  “My first week leaving home,” he sighed, reaching for a slice, leaning his long frame onto his side laying on the edge of the bed, “just a tad bit naive.” 

  A laugh bubbles from your throat and you try to hide it behind your hand, “so, innocent little Eddie got his ring stolen after thinking he hit the jackpot with Tracie?” 

  “No no, this was Tiffany,” he said, chucking a parmesan packet at you playfully, a laugh erupting from him, “c’mon now, listen to the story.” 

  “Okay, okay!” you surrender, “what happened next?” 

  He sits up animatedly, smile stretched like taffy across his face, “well, we went back to the motel and when I woke up…truck was still there, cash never even touched. The only thing she took was the ring and the boots right off of my feet.” 

  “Nah uh… you’re lying.” 

  Eddie’s smirk grows wide, and he takes another bite of his pizza, “looked pretty dumb walking into that boot store with just socks on.” 

  You both laugh until the tears slide down your cheeks. Like old friends who had known each other for years, giggling at jokes only the two of you found funny. Eddie made you feel comfortable the second you sat in his truck, with him it wasn’t complicated. Something foreign to you, but you found it easy to adjust to his easy going ways. 

  “Alright,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “you heard all of my on the road woes, time you tell me something I don’t know.” 

  You slink further down the bed, head resting on the pillows, ankles crossed by Eddie's outstretched legs. 

  “I don’t like olives, or mushrooms.” 

  Eddie raises his eyebrows, “whoa, pump the brakes… you’re gettin’ a little too deep here.” 

  You hold up a suggestive finger in front of your smirk and he laughs, “c’mon honey, tell me why you were walkin’ on that road the day we met.” 

  Flashbacks of slamming doors and yelling voices ring loud in your ears, and you sigh, “it’s a long story.” 

  “Good thing we don’t have anywhere to be, huh?” 

  Picking at your nails you think back to the childhood— or lack thereof, that you were raised in. The anger, the hurt, the emotional pain still heavy on your chest. From the sound of his life and the way he talks about the love his parents had for one another, you doubt he wouldn’t be terrified of the demons you’d faced. 

  A slow shake from your head and you look up to his eyes in the warm auburn light. Brimmed with care and full of trust, you shudder from the intensity. 

  “No judgment here,” he says softly, laying a hand on his chest, “I promise.”

  Taking a deep breath you stare at the chipped polish on your toes, working your hands into a rub as you begin the wretched story of your life. 

  The small town you’d seen on the map shouldn’t have been given a name at all. A one horse town would have been too much to describe the absolute barren grounds of what laid ahead of you. 

  A green sign proudly stated the name of it and the population count “8 , no services.” A building that should have been scheduled for demolition had a single light above the sign that said “vacant” flickering like morse code. Looking around, this was it, the entire motel looked to be the size of a small home. 

  Eddie eased the pickup in front of what seemed to be the front office after noticing a television glaring through a filthy window. The rain fell harder now, beating down against the truck so loud you could barely hear him as he told you to stay put.

  A large sigh heaves from your lips the second his door clicked shut. You needed to get a grip on yourself. But you can’t, finding yourself smoothing down your shirt, rummaging through your bag to rub deodorant beneath your arms. 

  Pulling down the visor, you can see the heated flush on the apples of your cheeks in the tiny cracked mirror. You’re a mess as your mind slips to the way his jeans squeezed on his ass and seem to tighten against the zipper, the flutter of his lashes when you caught him looking— your thighs shut together to find relief.

  The driver's door opens the same time you snap the visor back into place and there he stands, drenched from head to toe. A look of bewilderment on his face. The eyes that sparkled were suddenly set into a gloom as he slid behind the steering wheel and sat, staring ahead. 

  “Everything, okay?” 

  “Oh yeah, no worries, just uh.. little snag, but I have an idea,” his smile warms you from the inside out and your thighs press together tighter, air breached from your lungs as your stomach plummets. 

Your voice grows small as you finish the lengthy tale of your life, and you wipe your runny nose against the end of the towel. 

  The radio plays Elton John’s Your Song gently in the background and you tuck your feet under your legs. Picking at the pilling fabric of the comforter, letting out a gentle morose sigh. 

  “Sorry to be a Debbie Downer.”

  Seriousness clouds his eyes, and he looks almost sad as he leans forward and hooks a finger under your chin until your eyes meet his, “dance with me?” 

  Warmth radiates from him, the feeling of home lies in the depths of his eyes. Reaching out. 

  “Here? Now?”

  He climbs from the bed leaning a hand down to yours, “yeah,” he shrugs, “I like this song.” 

  Don’t have much money but..boy, if I did

I’d buy a big house where, we both could live.

If I was a sculptor but then again no

  He stands tall above you, looking down the slope of his nose, a smile on his lips at the timid way you approach him, hands held out in an offering of you weren’t even sure of what. 

  “Just letting you know now, that I haven’t danced since the Prom, and even then it was—”

  Eddie grabs your hands and pulls you gently into him, stepping back to leave space. Your hands slither up against his biceps and land on his shoulders, thumbs flicking gently over the firm muscle there. 

  “I’ll lead,” he says, keeping his hands above your hips, touching the bottom of your ribs with his large fingers, “this okay?”

  Screaming internally, you simply nod with your eyes closed. Going solely on his touch as Eddie begins to sway you both from side to side. 

  Where you are clumsy, Eddie is surprisingly limber on his feet. His hands move you this way and that, and he chokes on his laugh when you move your feet forward when they should have gone back and your toes crush into his. 

  But the suns been quite kind while I wrote this song

it’s for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do

  Your skin is ablaze where his palms hold you tight, heart thumping in your chest in a rhythmic staccato of its own accord. His eyes look dreamy in the low light, long lashes sweeping the highs of his cheeks when he blinks. 

  You're so caught up in his beauty that you don’t hear the low murmur of his voice the first time he speaks. 

  “Sorry?”

  Eddie chuckles and you can feel it bubble from his chest, “I said, it’s nice right?” 

  “The dance?” 

  “Well,” he says with a small smirk, “that too, but I was talking about the song.” 

  Heat rises in your cheeks and you bite your lip, but he doesn’t notice because he’s soon leaning forward, his nose brushing the shell of your ear. 

  His voice is like liquid smoke, curling around you and wrapping you into the warmest embrace, one that you’d gladly die in. 

  “You’re not half bad at this,” he says with a grin that you can hear with the squeak from his cheeks.

  Leaning back you look him in the eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity in the desert browns, “maybe i’ll take up line dancing.” 

  “That,” he says with a laugh, twirling you away from him in the most un-graceful way your body could move. Ankles knocking into one another, toes burning against the short carpet. “I would pay to see.” 

  You spend the rest of the song dancing and giggling at his stupid jokes and the way he whips his long hair around.

  More than just friendship brews between you. His arms held you against him, not letting you go. Eddie’s voice curls into a whisper against your ear, his barely dry hair tickling your shoulder,  “I’m happy you’re here with me, and I’m sorry you were treated that way.” 

  Your head angles into his chest, and you lay your cheek against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “I’m happy to be here too.”

  The cheese had gone stone cold on the forgotten pizza, song after song you swayed back and forth until Casey Kasem started taking requests on the radio.

  The rain seeps through your thin shirt as you stand at the door with your bag slung over your shoulder, patiently waiting for the key to work. 

  Eddie must have jiggled it into the sweet spot after a few minutes of working the handle, swinging the door open and ushering you inside just as a loud clap of thunder booms across the sky. 

  You jump on instinct and Eddie snuffs out a snort as you run your hand along the wall to find the light switch. 

  The lights sputtered and hummed to life, showcasing cobwebbed corners and illuminating the orb of dead flies. The wallpaper was peeling away from itself in long tawny strips, curled to a crisp on the edges. A sign written in cursive was crudely taped to the tv saying “out off of order”. 

  But out of all of the eyesores in the room, there was still something off. 

  One bed. 

A week and hundreds of miles stretched on from the night you and Eddie had danced together. He noticed you smiling more, the barriers you had up were lowered,  and no matter how much he tried— he couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

  The bar you had stopped at to get supper was packed. Peanut shells coated the floor and there was a fight breaking out in the back corner. Eddie’s hand warmed your lower back as he pointed you towards a small table. 

  A waitress dumped handwritten menus with faded ink at your table. He watched your eyebrows raise in question as you read the appetizers. 

  “Fresh Rocky Mountain Oysters fried in a cornmeal blend?” you questioned, “what even is that?”

  Eddie’s lips pressed tight to hide a laugh, “well they’re not real oysters… and the Rocky Mountain part is more or less a nod to where they came from.” 

  Your eyebrows tick up in confusion and then disgust as he explains just exactly how and what those “oysters” are made from. 

  “Yeah… think I’ll just stick with the cheese balls.” 

  He laughs as your mouth turns to a frown. “Good choice. The sign outside claimed they had the best bison burgers in the state, that’s what I’m gonna get.” 

  “Does that come with or without testicles?” 

  He doesn’t miss a beat, “hopefully without those suckers are expensive.” 

  Your laugh sounded loud in his soul, your smile sung to him anytime he saw it, and fuck, he wondered if you knew just how gorgeous you really were. 

  A singular mattress. For you and for Eddie. 

  Before you can say anything Eddie’s already apologizing, “I swear, this is all they had…” he says, letting out a large sigh, wiping the rain from his face with the sleeve of his soaked shirt. 

  He shuts the door and clicks the locks into place before he moves his things to the other side of the room, “you take the bed, I’ll make do with the floor.” 

  Your brows crease and you pout in disbelief, “don’t be ridiculous Eddie, I’m not gonna let you sleep on the fl—” 

  “I’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he smiles, a tired look on his face as he hauls his duffle bag into the bathroom, wet fringe sticking to his forehead, “don’t worry bout me…gonna change quick.” 

  Rifling through your bag you dress into your pajamas quickly. Your stomach turned. It wasn’t right, you would not let him sleep on the floor of this dirty room. This entire trip he had been paying for the motel stays, and you’d be damned if he was going to have a sore back because of… this. 

  A single curse is muffled through the thin walls followed by a chuckle, “hey, you can add another thing to the list of shit going wrong tonight.” 

  The carpet was damp beneath your feet as you moved to the bathroom, “what happened?” 

  Eddie throws open the door, sporting a black pair of boxer briefs sprinkled with rain drops, and nothing else besides a splatter of pink blush on his cheeks. You almost choke at the sight of him. 

  Despite the circumstances, a smile remains on his pink lips, “all of my clothes are soaked.” 

  With the burning tension and your body screaming all day in the cab of the pickup, your mind was preoccupied. Not even registering that his bag had been in the bed of the truck, soaking up every drop of rain it could into its blue canvas shell. 

  You’ve seen him bare chested before, but the way the rain clung to his skin, he looked ethereal, and your stomach lurched when he stepped around you, his arm sliding against yours with a potent electricity. 

  “We um…” your tongue felt like velcro stuck to the roof of your mouth, peeling the first layer off of it for sure as you spoke. Grabbing a pair of his jeans from his bag to hang up over the back of a dusty chair, you suggest, “we can hang your stuff up to dry, hopefully by tomorrow they’ll be alright.”

  You work quickly, pulling pants and shirts from the bag and hanging them in various places, hoping that the heat from your cheeks would subside if you didn’t look at him. 

  He holds the last pair of pants in his large hands. Holding them out he suddenly withdraws, holding the bundle of wet fabric high above his head, laughing as you reach on your tiptoes to grab them. 

  The pout on your lips makes his quirked smile spread across his cheeks as you stretch further to reach his arm. Laughter erupts from him. 

  Your thin cotton shirt is smushed into his wet chest, your breath catches in your throat when your nipples harden from the cold touch of his skin skimming over yours. He stops entirely, bringing the pants down and tossing them on the nearest chair, those deep eyes never leaving yours. 

  His hand runs the length of your arm, starting at the knob of your shoulder, trickling with feather light touches down to your fingertips, entwining them with his. Pulling you gently closer into him.

  A sigh fell from his lips so beautiful it could make Medusa blush, and you nearly passed out from holding in your own breath. 

  His other hand rubs against your cheek, calloused and strong, and your insides melt to jelly at his touch. He  presses his forehead to yours, and you move your hands around his waist, pressing your fingertips into the meat of his lower back. 

  For years you have been afraid, never trusting anyone, especially men. But with him it was different, he was gentle, kind, and caring. It was as easy as breathing, and came on as quickly as falling asleep. Here in his arms you felt content for the first time in a long while. 

  Eddie’s heart beat is thumping loud but sure. “You’re beautiful… do you know that?” 

  The heat ignites in your core as his words seep into your skin. Shaking, you clear your throat to steady yourself, “you really think so?” 

  He nods his head, “It’s been a long damn time since I left home,” he nearly whispers, “nothing left… but now that I met you, I finally know just where I’m headin’.” 

  A tear leaks from your eyes and he kisses it away. His lips felt like satin on your skin, and you sucked in a breath at the feel of them. His eyes looked into yours and he whispers, “don’t cry, sweetheart.”

  You needed him, craved to have all of bim. And you surprised yourself as you raised on your toes, pulling him towards you. His lips pressed lightly into yours and you swore your breath was taken away even though you were expecting it. You open your mouth and welcome his tongue, eyes rolling in your head as he massages it with yours. 

  Eddie’s hands wrap against your shirt, feeling your bare skin pressing you further into him as you whimper into him. 

  The carpet squashed beneath your feet as you walk backwards towards the bed, a frenzy of locked lips and wandering hands. Fingers tugging into his curls, Eddie moans against your mouth, his hands squeezing at your hips. He breaks from your lips, his wet and spit licked. 

  The brown eyes you’ve been accustomed to staring in never leave yours as he sits on the bed, leaning back on his elbows. The shine of his chain gleaming in the dull light. 

  Thunder raps loud outside, wind thrashing and howling against the window. Your fingers roll against the hem of your shirt and you don’t think twice before hauling it over your head, moving towards Eddie and the impressive length bulging from his boxer briefs. Your knees touch lightly.

  His lips suck between his teeth as he drinks you in. Lazily eyeing over every curve, every imperfection, the tight peaks of your nipples. 

  You climb over, your knees sinking into the bed on either side of his narrow hips, resting on his lap. With one hand cupping his cheek, you lower your lips to his skin. 

  He groans when you kiss the hollow of his throat, kissing up his neck until you nip at his ear lobe, sucking that small silver hoop into your mouth.

  “So pretty like this,” he murmurs into your ear, “like an angel.” His hands roam over your skin with blunt nails. Up and down your back his touch electrifies you. Your own noises unravel as he grows beneath you. 

  Murmuring his name, you arch into his touch, elongating your neck until his ravenous hands skim the delicate skin of your breasts, thumbs rolling against your nipples. His mouth attaches to your skin and you whimper when he rolls you over and lays you down on the dusty comforter. 

  Your ankles cross behind his back as he grinds into you, kissing you so deeply you couldn’t get enough. He was gentle with you, waiting for your nods of approval as he slipped your panties off. He trailed kisses down your cheek to your neck as his fingers swirled up and up your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their trek. 

  Thunder and lightning competed for attention outside but you were lost in Eddie. Wrapping your fingers in his hair when he circled your clit, whimpering when he slipped his finger into your wet sex. 

  You weren’t sure where your moans ended and his began, but when he added a second finger you swore lightning broke through the window and struck against your eyes. 

  He was deliberate yet slow as he coaxed you along, kissing and licking at your neck, his hair sticking to his sweaty skin and yours. The wind picked up more and rattled the door as your legs shook beneath him, coming undone by his hand. 

  You laid in a dreamy haze and when you opened your eyes you realized the lights had gone out from the storm, but a flash of lightning lit Eddie’s skin in sheets of white light as he pushed himself up, taking one last kiss from your lips. 

  He didn’t hurry you along as you reached for the waistband of his underwear, only groaned when he popped up heavy against his stomach, a beaded pearl already formed on his tip. His impressive length seemed to grow before your eyes as you placed a hand on him, and he hissed as you tugged him. 

  He was stunning, kneeling before you, shining with sweat, his lips bit between his teeth from your hands stroking him. You laid down again, opening wide with a smirk twisted on your mouth. 

  Lining himself up with your entrance, your hands skimmed down the muscles of his back, feeling the way they rippled when he pushed himself in, your combined whimpers deaf against the thunder cracking. He was large, an ache you wanted between your legs again and again if he wanted. 

  Eddie’s eyes meet yours as he collects your lips with his, and you nod for him to go deeper. He stretched you until your breath quickened, making sure you were okay, kissing your cheeks, your eyelids, the spot behind your ear. It was soothing the way he took care of you, and when you told him he could move, he drug out of you slow, your walls constricting around him. 

  Cursing he squeezed his eyes shut as you clamped around him, and when he drove back into you, again and again, you swore you found Heaven. 

  You were both hard-pressed for air and sweating, your name falling from his lips in broken syllables as you both unraveled. Heaven was in his arms, in his smile, in the way his fingers laced with yours and pressed down into the mattress as his kisses deepened. 

  The storm raged war against itself outside but neither of you noticed. Tangled in eachother’s arms and once again joining together under the sheets, this time his lips pressed to your ear as he held you tight to him and took you from behind as you both laid on your sides. 

  Hours passed taking the clouds and thunder away. The only thing remaining on the mattress was a bottom sheet, one end still tucked and clinging for dear life. You didn’t know when you both ended up on the floor, and you didn’t mind the bite of the carpet on your knees as you wrapped your mouth around him. His moans spread across the room, no thunder to mask it. 

  When sunlight streamed through holes in the moth bitten curtain, his head laid on your bare chest, your hand in his curls. Dust danced in the warm rays across the room, laying heavy with the rest of the unkept space. 

  The buttery rays spread across your naked bodies, displaying the wine splotched skin marks on your chest. Your thighs had similar stains, ones that were licked better by the one who gave them. He had traces from last night on his neck and hips too, uneven stamps of purple and red painted from your mouth as you claimed him. 

  The two of you slept until the sun wavered to the west. . You had curled into him like a caterpillar in a cocoon, his breathing fanning your face as he gently snored, curls messy and frizzy. 

  Eddie’s clothes finally dried in the musty motel room, and you packed up and left when the sun was starting its radiant descent behind the mountains. 

  The small town was covered in wreckage from the storm, White Fir needles sprinkled the roads like confetti, branches laid across sections of the road that Eddie had to maneuver the truck around. But you finally made it back to the highway. 

  Back on the road. 

Weeks passed and things went back to the way they had before. You didn’t share a bed again, and you didn’t bother to ask why. Looks still lingered, but neither of you crossed that line again. 

  You knew Eddie was looking for something that was more than what you could offer, and maybe he was caught up in the heat of the moment, maybe the storm swayed his opinion on you just for that night. 

  It killed you to not feel his touch, not feel the warmth from his body heat as he slept, not feel those lips on your neck your thighs your chest. The ache between your legs lasted days, but it was nothing compared to the hurt in your chest. 

  He didn’t know you wiped tears away every night when the lights went off or during your shower. What you had together that night was something special, and you’d cherish it for the rest of your life. 

  It wasn’t until you were on the border of the western state that you noticed him starting to act differently. His stares became longer. He stayed up talking with you until the witching hour. Maybe he would miss your friendship when he got to where he was going, you’d miss him. But you knew your time together was coming to an end.

  Still, you braved a smile on your face for him. No strings attached, the only thing left between you was the shared bench of his truck and that stormy night where you both spent the storm in each other's arms until dawn. 

  He was still Eddie, still made you laugh and was the gentleman he always had been. But whatever started in that motel room lived and died there. 

  Those feelings you had for him were smoldering and you had to remind yourself that once you hit California it would be the end of your journey with Eddie. The man who saved your life in more ways than you could imagine, showing you kindness and compassion. 

  That was why he was on the road the same day you were. Fate brought him to you as a gift, an offering to soothe your soul from the wickedness you’d encountered, and for that, and Eddie, you’d be forever grateful. 

  California was on the horizon, and you had stopped at a small restaurant on the Nevada border before crossing into the final stretch of your journey. The food was good but the conversation was light, as if you both knew the end was nearing. 

  He had to look away from you more than once, shaking his head in the middle of a conversation as if to preserve himself from being hurt. 

  On the way back to the truck you felt the book start to close between your stories, and you nearly wept at the thought of never seeing him again. 

  “So,” Eddie asked, kicked a rock back to the truck after finishing up supper. “Where to now?”

  You slurped the rest of a Cherry Coke and made a confused face, “what do you mean? I thought you were going to California, lookin’ for love?” 

  He paused when you reached your door, eyes peering into the distance. “I made it this far without it.” He turns to you, looking so deep into your eyes your soul waved back at him. A smile creeps on his face, “well maybe not, cause look at what I’ve got.” 

  Your breath hitched in your chest and he closed the space between you, his hand on your cheek, the other on the door, “you might not be my love, but baby… I doubt it.” 

  Your eyes brim with tears as he presses his lips to yours. Lacing your fingers around his neck, he lifts you up into a hug, spinning you around in the desert sand. 

  He sets you down, placing his hands on your lower back, moving you gently in the same dance you had done months before. “I never told you,” he began, murmuring into your ear, “that day we met, not a single radio station would come in, I drove a hundred miles that day and nothing. But when I popped over that hill, and saw you walking with nothing but turmoil and angst on your shoulders, a song finally played, something I hadn’t heard in years.” 

  You move your head from his chest and smile looking up to him, “what song?”

  “The same one that played the last time we did this.” he said with a smile, “I knew when it played again that you were meant for me baby, that I’d found what I’d been looking for.” 

  And for the first time since you were a child, you knew that not all men were angry and hateful. Some of them were good, and handsome, and made you smile so much your cheeks ached. You felt your heart finally heal. Eddie sewing it shut, and the smile on your face mirrored his own. 

  “Told you I was lucky…now tell me love,” he said, kissing your lips and holding your face in his hands, “where are we going next?”

  You squeezed him against you and looked up at him, at the love you had also found that you weren’t expecting, “anywhere with you and all of your dumb luck is the only place I think I’d ever wanna be.” 

  …and you said “hey, do you wanna see the West with me? Cause loves out there and I can’t leave it be.”

  And I said “honey, loves never meant much to me, oh, But i’ll come with you if you’re sure that’s what you need.” 

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: idol!minho/idol!felix. introvert minho & extrovert felix. literally grumpy and sunshine troupe. hurt/comfort. angst!! fluff. pining galore. slightly suggestive at some points. minho pov. confession au! minho is soo fucking whipped for felix it's hilarious sksk-

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. the angst is FELT in this one. hurt feelings and misunderstandings abound. minho is soo fucking whipped for felix it's hilarious sksk-

word count: 3.5k

summary: although they were complete opposites, minho and felix got along perfectly - fit together like the two halves of a silvery moon. at least, that's what minho had initially thought for years, until felix suddenly starts outright avoiding him.

a/n: this one's on the pure, angsty side of things ya'll. a little bit suggestive, but nothing too spicy. 🫣 I'm srsly abt to kms over this entire thing, I'm literally losing my fucking MIND over how good this shit is??? 😭😫 also, their perf at lola?? yeah, it's gonna take me at LEAST 30 full business days to get over that shit. 😃👍🏼 ANYWAYS .... if ya'll are looking for more minlix content from me, check out the series on ao3 that this oneshot is apart of... it's pretty much nsfw for now, but I plan to write more angsty/fluffy stuff for it in the future as well!! 🤡

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It was a universally known fact that Lee Minho was a total and complete introvert. 

  A textbook one, to be honest. 

  Hating big crowds, quiet in group settings. You know, the usual traits for an introvert. 

  And everyone around him seemed to know this fact. They all acknowledged it and respected his boundaries. The boys always took into account his needs and his limits and never pushed him to the brink. 

  Even if the teasing could sometimes get a bit out of hand. 

  At least, everyone except Lee Felix knew about Minho's introverted ways. 

  Or perhaps, the younger male realized it but just failed to take into account the way he should treat Minho differently from the rest. 

  So instead of avoiding inviting Minho out to big parties, Felix was always the first to ask him to join. 

  And how could Minho ever possibly say no to him... to that face? 

 With that cute, little pouty mouth and those constellations of freckles and those starry eyes? 

  Usually, Minho almost always gave in to Felix's requests. 

  He was under no obligation to do so, though. They were only bandmates. Only best friends. 

  Nothing else. 

  But sometimes, when he was persuaded to go out on the town with Felix, that small voice in the back of his head would make its appearance. Telling Minho that he should just confess his feelings. That he should just admit to what he was thinking about Felix. 

  Yeah, he only thought about such things sometimes... 

  The dark, twisted musings he often had of the younger, turquoise-blue-haired male definitely didn't bubble up into his head regularly. 

  No, definitely not... 

  Nevertheless, Felix seemed to continually live in ignorant bliss about Minho's introverted ways. Almost like, his life was so bright and full of sunshine, that he couldn't see anything past his extroverted way of thinking. 

  This became apparent by how fucking talkative he was. 

  Especially at the end of the day, when their schedules were done and they had arrived home at the dorm. 

  Felix always seemed to trap Minho when Seungmin and Jeongin were away, either busy getting ready for bed or watching a tv show in their respective bedrooms. 

  Like a spider catching a wee fly in its web, Felix would corner Minho throughout their shared dorm - whether it was in the kitchen, living room, or bathroom. 

  The conversations were always pretty mindless, with him usually rambling off about the day's activities. And almost all of the time, Minho just listened. 

  Never interrupting, never stopping him. 

  Sure, he was really fucking tired from the workday.

  And sure, he kind of wanted to unwind in his own space... get lost in his head, and stay in the silence that he loved so much. 

  But he also kind of loved the conversations. 

 Albeit, they were quite one-sided, although Felix didn't seem to mind one bit. 

 To be honest, he didn't even seem to notice Minho's quietness most of the time. 

  He'd just follow Minho around the house, chatting up a storm, gesturing with his tiny hands elatedly. 

  And the older male would just nod fondly and hum when he deemed it necessary. 

  So just like that, they fell into a routine. 

  A unique rhythm. 

  Where Felix was allowed to prattle on for hours at the end of the way, and Minho got accustomed to de-stressing with the sound of his voice in the background. 

  Just the sound of his deep, rumbly voice after a long day, stretching on and on, seemed to do something intoxicating to Minho's brain. 

  Caused an infection to spread like wildfire. 

  And soon enough, he found it hard to fall asleep late at night if he didn't get a chance to hear how Felix's day had gone. 

  It was relaxing, to hear him chat about everything. It lulled Minho into a dream-like state, softening his harder edges and making his muscles sink into a sleepy pile of limbs. 

  That's how the two of them ended up in the dorm's kitchen late one night, with Minho calmly cooking up a shrimp pasta dish for dinner while Felix sat on a nearby barstool, talking about his day. 

  "Minji said that I should try like, a neon purple colour for our next comeback..." He trailed off, the sound of Minho chopping up an onion overtaking the lull of stillness between them. "What do you think, Hyung? I don't know if I would-"

  Minho stopped chopping then, staring up at him with a faint smile, "Lix, you look amazing in any colour. Don't stress about it, yeah?" And he watched, as the happiness brightened up Felix's entire face in the form of a huge grin. Minho's heart beat wildly against his ribcage just at the sight of it, thumping painfully loud in his ears and drowning out all other sounds.

  "Thanks, Hyung. I can always count on you to give it to me straight..." Then he kept talking, and all the while the older male continued to prepare dinner for them.

  He was used to the routine. 

  He liked the routine the two of them had. 

  Loved the habits they were forming together late into the night. 

  So then, months later, upon the sudden stark change in Felix's demeanor, it was like Minho's entire world shifted on its axis. 

  No longer would the younger boy come home and seek him out immediately. 

  Instead, Minho would oftentimes find him holed up in his room, playing video games on his computer or watching TikToks snuggled up in his bed. 

  No longer did Felix lean against the kitchen counter and tell him all about his feelings on their newest activities while Minho cooked dinner for everyone. 

  Instead, Minho would catch a glimpse of him hunched over at the kitchen table, nose buried in a book as he quickly scarfed up a plain bowl of rice and a fried egg. 

  No longer did the blue-haired man sit next to Minho on the living room couch late into the night, mindlessly commenting on the characters in the drama that they were watching together. 

  Instead, Minho would notice him curled up in the corner of the living room's armchair, laptop on the coffee table as he engrossed himself in the newest American action movie.

  And it really fucking hurt. 

  To fall out of such a routine. 

  To realize how much he relied on it all. 

  How much he relied on Felix.

  To miss it so much, that he could feel his heart squeezing painfully each second Felix spent his nights away from him. 

  Almost like, he was avoiding Minho altogether. 

  Minho would lie awake in bed late at night, just staring mindlessly up at the ceiling. His mind and heart racing in tandem as he tried to recall the moment when things had gone amiss. 

  Did he say something? 

  Did he do something wrong? 

  He knew that Felix was a sensitive soul, which was why he always treated him delicately. 

  He treated him differently than he did the other members. 

  And every night, he could never come up with a solid conclusion as to why things had gone south. 

  When finally, things came to a head. 

  It was after a painfully grueling night in the practice room that Minho came home to a dark, hushed dorm. He was exhausted - both mentally and physically. 

  All he wanted at that moment was to lay his eyes on him - to hear his voice, soothing all of his worries from the day away. Like dark chocolate melting in a warm saucepan. 

  The others were still out, finishing up their schedules for the night. And the dorm felt barren and void of all life. 

  Except, as Minho stepped out of the entryway, he noticed the single overhead light of the stovetop flicked on. There was Felix, perched atop the granite countertop, a white porcelain bowl in his hand. 

  He didn't even notice that the older male was home. He was so focused on eating his cereal that he failed to hear the sound of Minho's gym bag plopping down on the marble floor. 

  Just like that, Minho's weak heart finally came to a standstill. Breaking irrevocably. 

  The shards that he was left with stirred around inside of his chest painfully, seeming to stab his lungs as he slowly approached the kitchen. 

  It hurt to breathe. 

  Hurt to walk. 

  Even still, he managed to push through the agony of it all.  

  It was only then that Felix looked up and caught sight of him. He offered him a fleeting smile, "Oh- hi, Hyung. I didn't see you there." He said, just as he shoveled in another spoonful of cereal, swinging his legs back and forth in the air nonchalantly. 

  Minho remained silent for one beat, 

  Two beats, 

  Three beats. 

  Destroyed heart clambering in his chest, exhaustion overtaking his entire mind, shoulders slumping in defeat. 

  "Why don't you do it anymore?" 

  The words came out soft and wobbly, barely above a whisper. Minho was speaking like someone else was in the room - like the others were lingering around. 

  But it was just them. 

  With Felix sitting atop the kitchen countertop and Minho but a few steps away, at a standstill, spine completely frozen. 

  "W-What?" Felix asked, dark brows furrowing in confusion. He had no idea what Minho was talking about. 

  Of course, he wouldn't. 

  It's not like they talked about it. 

  Hell- they barely even talked at all. Hadn't in what felt like fucking months. 

  "You barely even give me the time of day anymore," Minho started, voice a little shaky as his hands trembled at his sides. He had to force his fists into balls, to stop them from quivering so badly. "Barely say ten words to me all day." He didn't want to say it. Didn't want to point out the elephant in the fucking room. But it was too obvious to avoid anymore. Too painful to brush under the rug. "What happened, Lix? What happened to all of those nights when we'd talk and have fun together?" 

  "You mean when I'd talk." 

  His words cut through Minho like a knife. The pointed edge of them icy against his flesh, tearing him up in a cruel kind of way. 

  "No, I mean-"

  Felix took in a deep sigh, before placing his bowl of cereal down on the countertop next to him. He sat back a little bit so that he could get a clear view of the crimson-haired man. He leveled the elder with a serious face, brows still furrowed and that pretty pink mouth pressed into a firm line. "I was always the one talking, Minho. You barely said two words most of the time." 

  The use of his name caused the hurt to swish in Minho's stomach, forcing him to feel miserably queasy at that moment. Because Felix never called him that. 

  "I don't know what-" He began, but was cut off by Felix holding a small hand up in the air. 

 His eyes, which were locked with Minho's, said it all. 

  He was already done with the conversation. He had said all that he wanted to. 

  There was just... nothing there anymore. 

  "It's fine, Hyung. Really. You don't have to apologize or anything. I get it." He said, voice dull and lifeless. 

  Where was the Lee Felix that Minho had grown to love? 

  Where was the bright ball of sunshine that he had matured right alongside with? 

  Where was he? 

  Because this Felix- the one with a cool gaze and a deep-set frown, was not his Felix. 

  "You really don't get it, do you?" Minho said, tone faint and wavering. He was nearing Felix then, watching as the younger halted in his place. Spine going rigid, he sat up a little straighter. 

  And then Minho was just before him, placing his arms on either side of Felix's hips, palms pressing into the chilly marbled countertop. Caging the younger man in, and staring down at him with a wildly-beating destroyed heart and a huge lump forming in his throat. 

  Felix turned his head up, catching his gaze with wide eyes. The cotton-candy pink of a flush was already traveling up the milky skin of his neck, pooling into his cheeks and casting a bright red galaxy against his freckles. Already, he was getting flustered from their proximity. 

  "Do you even realize how it is for me?" The words were slipping free from Minho's mouth in the next beat. He felt Felix's warm breath fan against his face from how close they were. "I can't fucking breathe for even a second if you're not around. I can't think, I can't speak, I can't function properly." Just as Felix's mouth was opening to cut in, Minho continued his spiel. "If I don't see you- lay my eyes on this fragile little body or this pretty little face, I fucking fall apart. If I don't hear your voice, I can't sleep all night." 

  Minho was moving after that, and before he even realized what he was doing, he was leaning further into Felix, hand coming up to his face and fingers tracing against the line of his jaw. Gently, he cupped his chin, the pad of his thumb brushing against his puffy pink bottom lip.  

  Their gazes caught just then, and Minho could sense the feelings raging just beneath the surface of Felix. And Minho thought that he also probably looked quite similar in the younger's eyes. 

  "So you can hate me and you can loathe me and you can despise me," Minho began in a breathless whisper, "But don't ever avoid me again. Otherwise, I'll suffocate and die a slow and painful death." 

  He couldn't seem to pull his hand away from the younger's face, even when it grew so hot to the touch, it felt like his palm was about to burn up in a scorch of hot flames. Even when a slight, painful squeak fled from between Felix's lips. 

  Almost like, this hurt him just as much. 

  "I never hated you," he murmured back, tone registering low. The sound of it rumbled out, cascading across the shell of Minho's ears and shooting a violent shiver down the length of his spine. "I could never- not when I fucking love you so much. And I... I was avoiding you because I was scared. Scared of what you thought of me- and my loose mouth."

  Minho kept silent, thumb continuing to press against his lip, soothing Felix as the feelings and thoughts started to spill out of him like a magical elixir trickling out of a stunning glass tincture. 

  "Someone told me about you- about your true personality, and how you're reclusive and stuff. And I- I got scared, that you hated all of our late nights together and you hated how much I talked. And then I noticed how quiet you always were and I thought that maybe it was better if I just stayed away and let you have your space after work. I didn't want to burden you anymore and-"

  "Kitten, you're never a burden to me," Minho cut in, hand finally pulling away from Felix's lips and trailing towards his hair. He pushed some of the shock-blue locks behind his delicate ear, and something tiny and fiery stirred in the pit of his stomach at the mewl that he heard Felix creak out from the nickname alone. "Just because I'm so different from you, doesn't mean I don't enjoy your company. And just because I don't talk all the time, doesn't mean I hate you for talking to me after work." 

  At that, Felix stared up at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Y-You enjoy my company?" His voice trailed off into the distance softly, his eyes fluttering closed at the way Minho's fingers raked across his scalp. 

  Slowly, he pulled at his blue roots, forcing Felix's eyes open again so that Minho could see the look in them as he finally spoke the words he had been stirring over for what felt like a fucking millennium. 

  "I adore it, Lix. I can't live without it, to be honest," he confessed, flashing the younger a meek smile. And at that moment, Felix looked so perfect. So vulnerable and adorable all at the same time. "Fuck- I need to kiss you right now. Can I? Please..." 

  Felix gaped up at him, the overhead kitchen light sparkling in his eyes like a million different constellations all at once. Like he was in complete awe of the situation at hand, and he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that everything was happening to him just then. 

  "Yes- yes, a thousand times yes." He cried desperately in that cute, small voice of his. 

  And then nothing else mattered, as Minho held onto his jaw, tilting Felix's head upwards as he connected their lips. Like they were meant to never separate, they fit each other perfectly. 

  In an instant, Felix was melting into the feel of Minho's mouth wrapped around his. His hands came up around the elder's waist, digging into the fabric of his t-shirt and drawing him ever closer. Minho's tongue dragged across his bottom lip, and soon, teeth were bumping against teeth as they tasted one another. Felix groaned, fingers clutching on tight to Minho as he teased him with his kisses right there in the middle of the kitchen.

  The kiss was ethereal and perfect and everything Minho had always dreamed of. 

  And when they broke apart to catch their breaths, a messy string of saliva connecting them, Felix stared up at him with vast eyes and flushed cheeks, and a faint smile. 

  "Has anyone ever told you how fucking beautiful you are, kitten?" Minho mused off, fingertips ghosting across his smattering of freckles.

  The cerulean-haired male giggled softly, hands bunching up the fabric of Minho's shirt and dragging him closer so that he could wrap his legs around his waist. "Yeah, but you've never done it before." 

  "Well, now I'm saying it," Minho began, lips ghosting over his nose as he kissed it. "Pretty," he continued on his path, kissing either of his rosy cheeks. "Gorgeous," his mouth trailed up to his forehead, brushing the locks of blue there aside. "Stunning." 

  Then he stopped just at Felix's mouth again, hovering, breathing warmth against his lips. 

  "W-Will you c-call me that again?" Felix suddenly blurted out quietly, the words tumbling from him at a rushed pace. The way he stuttered nervously, like a young schoolboy confessing to his crush, did something funny to Minho's heart. Brought the shattered pieces back together, in a jumbled mess. 

  Minho could already feel the smirk spreading across his face, as he pondered over the idea. "Hmm..." He tapped a finger against his chin, to seem like he was mulling it over. When in reality, he'd give the entire world for Felix if he asked for it. He'd lasso the moon down from the night sky and gift it to the younger male if he wanted it badly enough. "Only if you're a good boy for me." His eyes flicked towards Felix's, catching the way the furious bloom of crimson erupted across his face and flooded into the tips of his ears. "You think you can do that for me? Be a good boy for Hyung?" 

  His head of blue hair was already moving up and down, as he nodded furiously. Teeth peeking out in a cheeky grin, he spoke in a fleeting voice. "Yes, I can be really fucking good... but only for you, Min." 

  That automatically made Minho's heart melt, dripping like cool water in his entire chest. The love he held for the younger male coursed through his veins then, lighting up his nervous system and making him see in full colour as he tilted into Felix. 

  Mouth pressing against the pulse point of the column of his neck, Minho shuttered out in a deep whisper. "Such a pretty kitten..." His lips attached to the warm flesh there, teeth sucking faintly and leaving a light violet bruise in the wake of his attention. He continued making his way down Felix's neck, loving the way the younger's fingers automatically carded through his locks, pushing him closer to his skin. "And all mine, too." 

  Felix squirmed against him then, moaning faintly at Minho's words. They were both suggestive and true to what he honestly felt for Felix. 

  And in that moment, other, dark thoughts flashed across the forefront of his mind too. 

  Visions of his sweet angel Felix, wriggling underneath him. 

  Fragile, petite limbs tangled up in bedsheets, 

  Skin flushed that pretty pink shade that always drove Minho so wild. 

  That delicate, small mouth of his, opened up in a filthy way, as the ecstasy fell from his lips in garbled sounds. 

  Minho knew that all of his deepest, darkest fantasies would one day come true. Would one day take place in the future. 

  And all because Felix had dared to talk to him late at night after their schedules. 

Fin.

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