#men can be fruity shaped

[xxsabitoxx]

How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0

Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Itadori, Megumi

Warnings: All characters are 18+, this post is explicit smut. As if you couldn’t tell that from the title

A/N: Funny story, I forgot I already wrote this same concept last year… but since I didn’t realize until I finished writing this… imma post it anyways. But if you’d like to see my original thoughts on this topic, you can see them here with an additional 2 characters lol

Gojo Satoru

He is relentless, especially when he’s in the mood to go down on you. These little moods of his will have him between your legs for hours, multiple times a day. You always like to joke that he knows when you’re ovulating because somehow these little moods seem to fall in sync. If Satoru goes more than three days without you, it’s like he’s going through withdrawals. He’s skilled with his tongue, he’s able to move it in ways and speeds you didn’t know a man could. Typically he’s a tease, he’ll edge you until you have an orgasm so pathetic you can’t even call it one. Ya know, the kinds where you come and don’t feel that satisfaction, just the pulsating ache of needing more. But recently, Satoru discovered how much more fun it is to overstimulate you. He loves the way your finger’s bury in his hair and try to tug him off as he sucks on your clit until you’re sobbing and begging him to ease up. He’ll keep your thighs spread wide, large hands effortlessly keeping them in place while they desperately try and close. He’s also the type to see those “pineapple make’s your cum sweet” articles and come home with enough pineapples to feed a village. He’s not even embarrassed about his reasoning, even if it’s just a myth, his sweet tooth can’t pass up the opportunity. Satoru loves your natural taste, but you surprised him with edible lubes in various fruity and sweet flavors one night… you still recall seeing the sun rise. 

Geto Suguru

He’s a god at eating pussy and you can’t convince me otherwise. Suguru has always been about your pleasure over his, not to say he doesn’t have his selfish moments, but your pleasure is just so much fun to him. He loves the noise, the facial expressions, the smell, the taste. The first time he went down on you, you were convinced he was lying about it being his first time. The ability just came naturally to Suguru. Like Satoru, Suguru loves to tease you. He’ll focus all of his attention on your dripping entrance, only stimulating your clit if his nose bumps it. He loves the way you squirm, his nails leaving crescent shaped nail marks in the plump flesh of your thighs as he holds you in place. He loves your breathless gasps, his long hair tickling your thighs as he eats you out, only adding to the stimulation that’s making your toes curl. Suguru loves to make you beg, pulling his mouth away from your cunt to just barely flick his tongue over your clit. He’ll stop all together just to taunt you until you’re sobbing, begging him to do something. He has a whole album on his phone dedicated to you, most of the content being videos of him eating you out, some he even made you take just so he could see the camera shake with your effort to keep it straight and hear your noises better. He puts on a show for you, slurping and sucking and moaning just to feel your thighs tremble as you moan with him. 

Nanami Kento

Eating you out is a stress reliever for Nanami… so it happens like very fucking day. Lord help me this man will spend hours edging you, cheek pressed into your thigh as he lazily licks and nips at your cunt. He can’t think about anything but you when he is between our legs, moaning and whining his name like a beautiful lullaby. He’ll let you cum eventually, but for the time being you are completely at his mercy. Nanami is the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, especially on nights where he comes home late and you’re already passed out in bed. He’ll make out with your cunt honestly, licking and sucking and nipping at your folds until he can’t tell if you’re wet from his saliva or your own arousal. The answer is both. He doesn’t care for any of the fancy shit, so don’t bother with flavored lubes or eating particular fruits to try and alter your taste, he just wants you and you alone. I feel like this man has a scent kink so the smell of your arousal honestly gets him going even more. He prefers eating you out in bed, mostly because he’s tired and nothing feels better to him than laying on his plush mattress while using your thighs as his pillow. He’s a whore for face sitting by the way, even less of his energy needs to be put into  that, especially when you’re grinding your cunt against his tongue. Nanami’s other favorite thing to do is use his tie to bind your wrists, that way you really can’t interrupt him.

Fushiguro Toji

I had to restart Toji’s so many times because I got too aggressive. Listen, this bummy ass bitch will eat you out till the sunrises and he will make a fucking mess of you while he does it. Toji will eat you out and finger fuck you until you’re screaming. He’ll give you a “break” by stuffing you full with his dick and then get back to work eating you out again after he blew his load in you. Filthy bitch. He’ll eat you out anytime, anywhere, any position. He’ll never turn down the opportunity and depending on your relationship with him, this bitch may even charge you for his services. Which is just another way he likes to tease you, watching you whine and squirm while you cough up the money he wants. He’ll call you pathetic as he gets on his knees and basically rips your underwear off of you, commenting the whole time about how much of a whore you are… like he ain’t selling his body to you rn. This man will somehow make you feel inferior, but you can’t be bothered when his tongue is lapping at your cunt like a starved man. Toji will make sure your thighs and your cunt are swollen, bruised, overstimulated, and sore by the time he’s done with you. Your cunt is puffy from his sucking and biting, thighs littered in dark marks and teeth indents. He'd go as far as to find a marker and write “cum dumpster” on you if he was really in the mood to see you sob.

Ryomen Sukuna

Listen, you thought Toji could be mean? Sukuna is ten times worse. The thing is, the king of curses actually likes to eat pussy but he won’t admit it. But that is not to say he can’t live without it, Sukuna is selfish and really only prefers things that pleasure him in the process. But, when you’re sobbing, pathetically begging him to go down on you, he may just crack. Especially if you’re looking at him with watery eyes, swollen lips from sucking him off, your neck littered with bite marks and bruises. Oh, and, if you’ve made him cum, he’s more likely to agree and indulge you. If you manage to convince the king of curses to go down on you, don’t expect him to be easy on you. His nails are digging into the flesh of your thighs, blood dripping slowly as he eats you out with so much force it’s borderline painful. He’s using his tongue and his teeth, nipping at your folds and even grazing your clit with them until he can tell your sobs are a breathless mix of pleasure and pain. If we’re talking true form Sukuna, I promise you he won’t stop until you’ve blacked out. He’ll use one set of arms to hold your waist while the other set keeps your thighs spread. He’s forcefully dragging your cunt over the long tongue that protrudes from his stomach, occasionally stopping just to hold you still as he spreads you open and stuffs you with the same tongue, watching you yelp and moan as he toys with you. 

Okkotsu Yuta

If you look up the definition of “pussy drunk” you’ll see a picture of Yuta. This man cannot go down on you without becoming delirious. Your body puts him in a trance, he can’t even explain the way you make him feel. Yuta is all about body worship and his favorite way to go about it is having his face shoved between your legs for hours. He’s just as vocal as you are while he eats you out, groaning and whining against your cunt until the vibrations are making your eyes roll back as you cum again. He’ll be kneading your thighs as he eats, squeezing them like stress balls and hitting nerves that send sparks of electricity all the way to your toes and all the way up to the base of your neck. Without even trying, Yuta will manage to overstimulate you until you’re unironically going cross-eyed, fingers twitching as they bury in his hair and try to pull him off so you can catch your breath. Yuta is still a bit shy when it comes to being intimate outside of the privacy of your home. But that doesn’t mean he won’t drag you into the nearest bathroom and eat you out against the bathroom stall. In this sense, he’s almost cocky when someone unknowingly enters the bathroom only to see two sets of feet in one of the stalls. Not to mention the noises are echoing. Yuta lives to see your eyes going wide from embarrassment as he doesn’t stop, your noises are uncontrollable as he tongue fucks you. The poor bastard who entered the bathroom with the intention of properly using it just muttered under their breath and walked out.

Itadori Yuji

Yuji is eager, so, so damn eager. He wants to do anything and everything that brings you pleasure so when it comes to eating you out, he’s determined to be great at it. Yuji is the type to ask you for “practice” or “lessons” which is just his way of indirectly asking if he can eat you out. Most of the time, it’s an offer you can’t refuse, because as fate would have it, Yuji isn’t bad at anything. He’s so praise focused, eyes glued to your face as he flicks his tongue along your folds and waits for you to tell him he’s doing good. He’ll slow down when your praise isn’t coming fast enough because he wants you to beg. Yuji is a sucker for adding fingers to the mix, as much as he loves making you cum with just his tongue, he sees no point in limiting your pleasure for his own confidence boost. Kind of contradictory since he likes when you beg. Yuji is also the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, just slowly lapping at your cunt while also rutting his hips into the mattress, trying to not wake you up until you’re coming. He finds it so pretty when you wake up gasping, completely unable to restrict any of your noises as you orgasm. It’s important to mention that Yuji is a sucker for 69-ing and face sitting, he loves, loves, feeling your plush thighs caging in his head. He can’t get enough of the way your body settles so nicely into him, no longer afraid of “suffocating him” by sitting all the way down on him.

Fushiguro Megumi

He won’t admit it but he loves to eat you out. Megumi is shy at heart so even if he’s been with you for years, he can still get embarrassed when telling you how badly he wants to go down on you. He’s focused when he does get between your legs, hands gripping your thighs or hips while his tongue laps greedily at your cunt. Megumi loves to tongue fuck you, just because he knows it’s not enough stimulation to make you cum but enough to make you embarrassingly wet. He’s a bit mean at first, not willing to let you come until he feels you’ve earned it. He’ll stop abruptly just to sink his teeth into your inner thighs, not stopping until you’re gasping as the pain turns bruising. He’ll admire the teeth indents he’s left on your skin while his nails are scratching down your other thigh, tongue moving to wiggle against your clit until your hips are bucking. Megumi finds toys to be very hit or miss, but he’s found a love for stuffing you with a vibrator while putting all of his attention on your clit. Megumi’s preferred method of “torture” depends on his mood, either he’ll edge you until you’re begging or overstimulate you until you’re crying. He’s very private when it comes to these things… unless he’s jealous. Much like Yuta, he will not hesitate to drag you somewhere private while out in public to remind you of who you belong to. 

[crying-wolves]

🪻 ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛʀᴇ ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇ!ᴀʙʙʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ 🪻

cw: 18+ MDNI!!! little bit of richgirl!abby, anxious!abby, little bit of loser!abby but i’ll let you be the judge of that, alt!reader, reader w/ tattoos + piercings, reader doesn’t care about their job, abby and reader are, like, 18 - 20, mostly fluff, petty theft, minor drug use (abby and reader get a teensy bit high), nsfw under the cut!

a/n: this is ENTIRELY self-indulgent cause i work at the movies and i think i would've liked my job better if Abby was there with me :) thank u so much for reading i love u so much i hope u enjoy <3

wc: 1.3k (a lot longer than i was expecting pls forgive me)

not proofread! im so eepy

dividers by @cafekitsune !

🪻movie theater employee!abby whose family is, as she likes to put it, ‘relatively well off’, so she’s never had to get a summer job before… 

…but when her father emails her an application from their local theater, going on and on and on about how she could manage to learn a thing or two about responsibility and time management and a hundred other things she’s apparently lacking in, she doesn’t see any other option but to piece together a meager resume and send it in.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who gets a response back almost immediately, because they’re just that desperate for new hires.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who shows up to her interview the next week in pressed black dress slacks and a perfectly ironed blue button-up, only to be met with the hiring manager’s tattered black jeans and stained work shirt.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s nervous as fuck during the interview and thinks that she’s taking too long to answer simple questions and tripping over her words, but the manager hires her on the spot, in like, 10 minutes.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who calls her dad on the ride back home to tell him the good news, is met with balloons that say ‘congrats!’ in big sparkly letters on the front and her favorite take-out when she steps through the front door.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who arrives on her first day on the job 20 minutes early. Spotless, bustling with excitement, and so, so unprepared to deal with all that’ll happen in the day.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who is introduced to you, after you arrive 10 minutes late, fruity energy drink in hand and sunglasses still hanging on the tip of your nose as your new trainee.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who initially thinks she’ll evaporate in the stuffy heat behind the concessions counter, suddenly feels an icy-cool wave move through her body when you shoot her a lopsided smile.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who can hardly hear a word you say as you explain what all the buttons on the register screen do… 

…‘cause she’s too focused on the way your work pants cling to your thighs and flare out at the bottom. on the pretty tattoos sneaking up and down your right arm. on the shiny lip ring that a part of her strangely wants to lick at–

🪻movie theater employee!abby who squeaks out a “yep, yeah! uh, got it!” when you ask her if she has any questions.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who definitely does not got it. Not one fuckin’ bit.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who fucks up a whole lot, at first, and manages to oversalt a batch of popcorn, stock too much of the same candy, overcharge 3 separate customers, spill a strawberry soda all over the counter, get scolded by 2 old men, and burn herself on the hotdog grill.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who smells like butter and exhaustion by the end of her 4 hour shift, but brightens up when you tap a star-shaped sticker onto her shirt and mumble out an amused “see you tomorrow, trainee.”

🪻movie theater employee!abby who realizes she has to do this all tomorrow again and lets out a shaky sigh on the way back to her car

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s slowly getting the hang of it after a few weeks at the theater…

…getting compliments from customers, multitasking between different orders, knowing the back room as well as she does the flavors of the drinks you silently sip during your shifts.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s a little enthralled by you, even if you don’t really notice it.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s too afraid to ask for your number, so scours instagram for your contact instead.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who throws her phone across her bedroom when you finally follow her back one night.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who super smoothly asks you when you’re working so she can try to arrive at her shifts when you go on break.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who freezes up when you invite her over to the park bench in front of the theater and offer her some cajun fries and a hit from your cart.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who takes you up on both offers, because she’s starving and she wants you to think she’s cool.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who takes a bigger hit than you were expecting and is a little confused when you giggle at her sudden coughing.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who spends the next 7 hours of her shift trying to act normal, but sees you trying not to bust out laughing in the corner of her eye every few minutes.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who gets a lot closer to you after that…

…who watches you undercharge a frazzled mother on her kid’s birthday, and doesn’t say anything to the supervisor. who sees you swipe a few chocolate bars from the candy cart to give to a group of kids in the arcade. who is certain of your favorite slushie flavor because your lips are always some different color everytime you come back from your too-long bathroom breaks.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who argues about which book-to-movie adaptation is the absolute best when the day’s going by slowly.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who sneaks into different showrooms where the movie has already been playing for a while with you so you guys can guess what’s happened in the plot before.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who hides with you in the stockroom to take a break from the yelling customers and screaming kids every once in a while.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who traces the outlines of your tattoos, all heart-eyed while she’s listening to you talk about the new superhero movie that just came out a week ago.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who places a hand at the small of your back when she has to squeeze by you to grab a bucket of popcorn for a customer.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who gets a little green with jealousy when a customer compliments your piercings or makes a joke that really isn’t that funny to begin with, but you laugh anyways cause you’re required to be cordial with them.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s so stupidly thrilled when you kiss her after a rough closing shift and can hardly breath when she climbs into her car to drive herself home.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who is so very happy that her dad convinced her to get this stupid job in the first place.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT ! 18+ MDNI!

🪻movie theater employee!abby who lets you eat her out in the tiny bathroom stall in the women’s room on nights when the theater is dead… 

…your left hand squeezing at her tits, your right stretching her left leg over your shoulder. She looks down at you, panting, shuddering, trying and failing to conceal the little huffs and content sighs that fall from her lips every time your tongue swipes against a particularly sensitive spot.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who makes out with you in the backseat of her car when your breaks coincide, and whines in pleasure as you grind your clothed cunt against her covered thigh.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who can feel her hand start to shake and her throat go dry as she scurries to the back when you call her from your bedroom, voice all pitched-up and needy, while on your day off. Words strained and quickening wet sounds coming from your background.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who almost gasps when you two are the only ones working the concessions counter and she feels your hand slide from her lower back to squeeze her ass.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who’s obsessed with the way you watch her expressions as you slowly finger her in the empty break room.

🪻movie theater employee!abby who hates that she won’t see you until next summer, but has a million different secret pictures and texts from you that she has saved in a locked file on her phone to get her through the year <3

[apolloanddaphnis]

Eddie Munson x Horror!Bimbo Reader 🦇 💕 Part One

Headcanons about Horror!Bimbo

Horror!Bimbo isn't Harrington rich but she isn't Munson poor, she's lower middle class. Her dad is very distant, he manages the grocery store in town. Her mother is a part time librarian, and is there for reader as much as she can be.

She has an older sister who is studying pre med at The University of Chicago, they were once close but her sister became snobby once she started living in Chicago and only visits on holidays now. She thinks reader is stupid and hopeless with no future.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader is 18, a senior while Eddie is 20.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader has a white German Shepherd called Pyewacket.

Pyewacket hates everybody except for reader, she rescued him from a mean neighbor who would chain him up as a puppy. They've been thick as thieves ever since.

Pyewacket doesn't even let her parents into her room without some growling and snarling.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader also has a white rat called Socrates who often rests on her chest while she watches movies.

Pyewacket was the name of a famous witch cat in the Salem Witch Trials and a familiar in the 50s film Bell, Book, and Candles. AND Socrates was the name of Willard's white rat in Willard(1971).

Horror!Bimbo!Reader has a big oral fixation, she's constantly chewing her Extra! Refreshing bubble gum, or sucking on heart shaped lollipops that she hoards a bunch of from Valentine's Day that last her throughout the year.

It drives poor Eddie insane watching her mouth like that.

And she has such a distracting mouth, especially with all her lip gloss and lip liner defined lipstick painted lips.

And she's a big lip biter too.

He has spent many a time jacking off to the thought of those lips wrapped around him. With her shirt bunched up above her perky tits that never seemed to wear a bra for some reason.

And her plush ass that was alwayss adorn with a thong that he could see under very short skirts when she would bend over, her pussy lips puffier than the average girl and would be straining against the lace or satin of her thong, a lot of the time not completely covered.

Eddie has shamefully bust in his jeans at the sight at least twice.

And when she wears her obscenely tight jeans, her whale tail of her thong would peak out from the top of the high waist cut somehow, and you could easily see the outline of her thick vagina through the crotch of the jeans.

And almost always you could see the nipples of her bouncing tits through her shirts.

She tortured poor Eddie, especially when she would always smile so sweetly at him through the hall with a breathy Daryl Hannah "Hi Eddie" that she always managed to sound suggestive.

And in class (they have English and Pre-Calc together) , she always managed to sit in front of him, leaning forward so he could see her whale tail, or her juicy pouty lips when she'd ask to borrow a pencil that she would chew on and suck on before giving it back to him. (He is a little ashamed to admit he saves a whole collection of those at home). He'd also get high off her succulent smells. Like her strawberry shampoo, rosewater body lotion, her apricot hand cream, either baby powder and vanilla body mists or spicy and fruity Poison by Dior that he knew she would shoplift from the department store at Starcourt.

Our little bimbo has sticky fingers. Her family isn't the richest and she is such a seagull. Sees something shiny, might be a little too costly, like expensive lingerie or luxurious perfumes and she HAS to have it. Flirting with sales men and women and stealthily swiping the goods.

Eddie remembers the day he first met reader.

First day of her senior year, she walks into English in an outfit he knew she would get dress coded for, faded blue daisy dukes that squeezed the life of her dump truck ass and accentuated the lewd shape of her cunt. A red cropped tank top that was a little loose with a strap falling off her summer-loved shoulder, but tight around her bouncing unbound breasts. She had on white socks bunched from black doc like combat boots, and her hair up in a messy but very pretty high half pony half bun she had pinned up on top of her head, tendrils and loks framing her face and sticking to the back of her neck for it was an Indiana September. Her bangs framing her face and silver gold hoop earrings adorned her ears, red lipstick daringly painted her lips and black self manicured nails adorned her hands. She looked like a centerfold and he couldn't take his eyes off of her, neither could the other guys.

He knew it wasn't just lust however when she complimented his Black Sabbath t-shirt and then commented how she loves Ozzy solo work and rambled about an alter she once had to honor Randy Rhoads.

No, it was safe to say Eddie fell in love with her after that.

She was never ashamed to be seen talking to him. Sure she wasn't miss popular, the boys only talked to her because of her bimbo appearance but they all saw her as a witchy slut. They found her creepy but hot because she loves horror films so very much.

She's a little bit of an airhead, things tend to fly over her head, but she does love reading surprisingly. She has been scolded by teachers countless of times for reading in class ironically, and sometimes ditched to read in the library because the librarians adore her.

She likes to get lost in books and be in another world because she felt lonely in the real one.

Reader doesn't have friends, she comes off odd.

She giggles too much and blinks rapidly and shakes her head when she doest get things which is often.

Her mom says she doesn't process things like everyone else but that doesn't mean she's dumb.

She stares a lot and kind of looks like she has no thought in her head as she floats on through but she is actually lost in her own fantasies constantly through the day.

Eddie finds it adorable, and when people make fun of her for her oddities and aloofness he will do something outrageous to take the attention off of her, to protect her.

He saw she had nowhere to sit at lunch and invited her to his table, he realized despite being so beautiful she's the loneliest person in school.

She was so honored to be invited having a crush on him since freshman year. How could she not? He looks like the boys on her wall. Like Hawkins own personal rock star.

She became of Hellfire and with DnD she had him explain it like twenty times. Some of his friends may have groaned when she said 'wait' for the twelfth time, but we're silenced by theor DM's lethal glare.

She loved creating characters so much and had fun creating hers The Enchantress.

Reader always made food for the club which made them take to her easily.

She loves to cook and bake, she could be in her own world like when she would read or watch movies all day.

Her favorite book is Flowers in the Attic, and her favorite movies are The Company of Wolves, Slumber Party Massacre, and The Wicker Man. She will watch any horror film.

Her favorite colors to wear a red, pink, occasionally black.

[seospicybin]

CUTSCENE.

ACT I

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Next chapter: Act II

Synopsis:  This will be the first time you play a main character in a drama but the problem is Minho will be your co-star. People would consider it lucky to play alongside such famous, talented actor, except that you’ve been secretly holding a grudge against him. (20k words)

It's not right to dislike someone you don't know well.

But Minho is a snob and that face only makes up for the lack of his attitude. He's vain, self-absorbed, and has a severe superiority complex.

He always has that stupid, loopy grin on his face. At this point, you will only tire yourself if you have to list everything you don't like on him.

"You finally got the main role, huh?" He said as you were seated next to him during the script reading.

"Well, I'm surprised that you take the role despite knowing you'll be starring with me," you said through your gritted teeth, afraid that anyone else on the U-shaped table hears the conversation.

He scoffs and flips open his script book, "please, don't get ahead of yourself!" he condescendingly says.

Minho leaned into your side, "You think I take this role because I wanted it?"

You can tell that he is smirking without having to see it.

"I'm taking it because I want it, it's that simple!" he finishes with a triumphant smile, hinting that there's a real reason why he did and it's not that.

You give him side eyes and purse your lips, annoyed.

Here's another thing you don't like about him.

That he is right.

He can take any role or even steal any role he wants, well, he hasn't done either but you can see the possibility of him doing it if he wanted to.

Minho is a successful actor. He has starred in so many dramas and movies, and as much as you hate to admit it, he did great in all of those.

That's why he is so famous, that's why he got offered main roles like this, unlike you.

You always got the villain and if you're lucky, you get the second lead roles who always tries to steal the leading men from the main character.

That is why your public image is always associated with the awful things you did in the dramas and that is why the possibility of getting main roles is slim.

Until now.

An opportunity came when you least expect it, you got offered the main role for 16 episodes of a rom-com drama. But of course, nothing is ever too good to be true, you have to star alongside Minho.

It was a great chance to pass, all you need to do is grit your teeth and try to withstand everything for the next 2 months of filming.

And you should keep your cool, you don't want to give him the satisfaction that he breaks your spirit when it's barely begun.

-

But how can you stand it?

The first day of filming requires you to have a kiss scene with him. You groan just from the thought of kissing that vile, big mouth of his.

"Why? He's so attractive!" Your manager says as she drives the car, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

You cover your face with the script book and slump into the backseat of the car, "I'd rather kiss a frog even though it'll not going to turn into a prince charming," you respond with yet another groan.

"Oh come on! It can't be that bad!" She says again, trying to comfort you.

You reach for the bottle of your favorite fruity drink from the cooler and do not hesitate to gulp.

"Hey, you're not supposed to drink that! You know how much sugar it has in it!" Your manager holds her hand out at you and tries to stop you from drinking it.

You gently swat her hand away, "drive safely!" You warn her.

"And please give me a pass for today? I need all the sugar in the world to get me through the day!" You vent and empty the bottle of drink in one long gulp.

You gasp as you slump back down on your seat, looking out at the car window and seeing your reflection frowning back at you.

The part you're filming on the first day will be the ending of the drama and for continuation purposes, they need to film you with your long hair since you'll be having short hair for most of the main character's story.

If it wasn't because of that, you'll refrain from filming it and ask to switch it to another day. But it's better to face it head on than avoid it, hate to remind yourself but it'll not be the only kiss scene you have.

You groan again for the umpteenth time as the stylist is adjusting the hem of your skirt.

"You must be excited!" She says as she folds the fabric and holds it with a needle pin.

"Huh?" You ask, your mind is elsewhere thinking of fun things to shift your attention away from your dread.

"For the kiss scene?" She asks again, then moves to the back part of the skirt.

You awkwardly laugh, "yeah, well," you vaguely answer because you don't know what she expects you to say.

"I heard that he's a good kisser," she says with an exciting grin like she told you you've just won a big money lottery.

"Y-yeah?" You stammer.

"I've been in a lot of projects with him and so many of his co-stars said the same thing," she explains, now tending to the sleeves of your blouse.

"He's a good kisser," she says again as if she had proven it herself.

But I don't intend to find out, you say in your head.

"Well, guess I'll find out soon," you say with the slightest of excitement and a dry laugh.

You sneak back into your van and secretly drink another bottle of that fizzy fruity drink from the cooler.

You almost choke on it when someone knocks on your car window, lucky that the window is dark people couldn't see inside.

"Filming in 5 minutes!" The man said.

You slide open the car window just enough to poke your head out, "I'm coming!" You announce to him.

You hurriedly get out, wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and throw the empty bottle into a trash can nearby.

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" Your manager scolds you once she sees you walking into the set.

She leads you to the folded chair next to his, Minho's seat and he is there sitting with the hairstylist tending to his hair.

You remind yourself to hold yourself back from groaning and sit on your chair.

"Where have you been?" Your manager asks you again.

"Nowhere, just a quick trip to the restroom," you make up excuses.

Minho chuckles next to you, "Why? Are you nervous about our kiss scene?" He asks with an intentionally loud voice for everyone around you to hear.

Your manager squeezes your shoulder and shoots you a questioning glance, she believes Minho's words rather than yours.

"Thank God this is not my first time, right?" You say back with a nonchalant smile but subtle enough not to draw attention to yourself.

You have done at least a few kiss scenes before this so why would this be any different? Other than it will be your first time doing it with the person you least liked to do it with.

A few minutes later, you both get called to the set and the director starts giving you instructions on how to make the scene work.

"I see that you guys haven't gotten that chemistry yet but this is vital. I want you guys to look really in love," he said, "you guys went through hardships to get back together and I want to see that in those kisses,"

"Kisses?" You ask.

"We just got back together after going through so many things, of course, it makes sense that it takes more than one kiss," Minho says as if you didn't read the script more than ten times already.

You roll your eyes and ignore him.

"And we'll do multiple shots as well," the director adds before he leaves the set and back to his chair.

You heavily sigh and want to rake your hand through your hair but you hold back since the hairstylist spent a good hour styling your hair into pretty, loose waves.

"And you said this wouldn't be your first time," Minho says in a mocking tone, standing with one side of his body leans against the wooden fence that looks out at the flower field.

Not only does he ruins your mood but also kind of ruins the beautiful scenery, "please just worry for yourself," you say.

The director gives the last call for everyone to leave the set now that the shooting is about to begin.

You position yourself in front of him and put your focus on the task at hand, pushing your dislike toward him away for a few minutes.

"Camera!"

"Action!!!"

It's kind of mesmerizing how Minho's face turns when filming begins, his eyes turn soft and his gaze turns tender, and his hand reaches for your face.

He gives your cheek a slow caress with his knuckles, "thank you for saying yes," his voice turns low and warm like a spring breeze.

He then cups your jaw in his hand, "Thank you for coming back to me," he says it exactly like in the script with eyes full of longing and happiness.

You can see why he makes a good actor, his acting is so natural that you'd be lying if you said that he doesn't make your heart flutter.

You smile at his words and rest your head on his palm, "No," you say.

You wait until he makes the puzzling expression written in the script before continuing.

"Thank you for coming back to us," you finish with a sweet smile that would be the happy ending of such a bittersweet love story.

A relationship that failed but the characters learn that the break-up helped them fix the things between them until they are brave enough to restart it again.

Minho brushes his thumb over your lips, then slowly places his lips on yours.

You return his kiss and put your hands on his chest based on what the script told you.

In the middle, Minho pauses for a second to let out a sigh into your mouth and you are sure this part isn't on the script but you go along with it as he continues kissing you, brushing his lips over and over again.

He stops kissing but lets his lips linger on yours and smiles.

"Okay, cut!" The director shouts through the megaphone.

You instantly jerk your head back and look away, gagging in silence.

"What did you have for lunch?" You ask before anyone steps back into the set.

"A tuna sandwich with a lot of garlic!" He says with a mischievous grin.

You groan and got queasy from the taste of his mouth, "oh... fuck you!" You don't hesitate to curse at him but make sure he's the only one who can hear it.

The director approaches you again to give another instruction and you quickly put on a face, hiding the ill expression you had a minute ago.

"That was great! I didn't expect that!" He praised both of you and taps Minho's shoulder with pride.

"We'll move on to get it from different angles!" He informs then leaves again, ordering people to move around fast.

You glare at Minho who has a satisfied smirk dancing on his face, not only do you have to kiss him all over again but to have the awful taste of his mouth in which he admitted to purposely doing it, makes you believe that his real reason on agreeing to star in a drama with you is to give you hell.

Fortunately, after the filming of the scene ended, you get a little break, and you use the chance to dash to the restroom.

You roughly brush your teeth as if that would wash away the lingering taste of his mouth, then take two cups of mouthwash to finish it.

When you get back and found he isn't sitting on his chair, you sigh in relief.

Someone comes to fix your make-up and you lean forward to let her work.

You don't need to look to know he is already sitting back next to you, you can feel him staring at you with that intense gaze he has like a predator hunting its prey.

"Thank you," you mutter to the make-up artist who finished touching up.

Minho suddenly places a cup of coffee inside your cup holder without saying anything, "I kind of guess your choice of coffee," he says.

You decide not to engage in a conversation with him and proceed to read your script even though you remember your lines by heart.

"You're an iced Americano," he guesses while sipping his drink.

"Cold and bitter," he adds.

You ignore him and drink your juice instead, it was a bad decision since you've just brushed your teeth. You almost spit it out but you don't want to give him something good to make fun of, you swallow it down with a grimace.

It's the last scene of the day, of the two of you holding hands walking around the flower field and doing all sorts of things lovers do.

"You're so tense!" Minho comments as he put an arm around you with your backs facing the camera.

"Loosen up!" But from the way he said it, what you did is the opposite.

"Now look at each other's faces!" The director orders through the megaphone.

You turn your head at him while he is already looking at you, you sigh and try to loosen up around him, you take it that you need to be professional, also because you want to get it over with.

"That's better!" Minho says as his hand splayed on the small of your back.

"And cut!" The director once again shouted.

"That'll be all for today! Good job everyone!" He announces and everyone scatters to tidy up equipment.

Your manager is nowhere when you get back to your chair, you quickly gather your things as much as you can with your hands.

"I think today went well!" Minho says as he sits back on his chair and it seems like he enjoyed everything that went down today.

To be honest, the filming went great for you too. Minho is just as professional and yes he pulled at your strings but he also made things easier.

Personal dislike aside, he's a great person to work with.

But to praise him and let him have the satisfaction? No, thank you.

"Was the sigh necessary?" You ask, running out of things to say to him.

"What sigh?" He asks back, clueless about your question.

You scoff and believe that he forgets everything he did because he doesn't care about anything else but himself.

"Oh, that sigh between the kisses?" He nonchalantly asks, holding a bottle of water but not drinking it, "You have any problem with it?"

"It's not on the script!" You reply rather too quickly and make it obvious that you've been trying to ask him about it.

Minho laughs and caps his bottled water back, "so what? The director likes it,"

He leans forward and makes that stupid, pompous face at you that you wanted to erase so badly, "or you don't know what improvisation is?"

You let out a groan at him and stomp your feet out of frustration, bumping into your manager.

"Let's go get changed!" She says and takes you to the wardrobe trailer to change your clothes.

On the way home, you keep haunted by the thought that you'll keep seeing him for the next two months of filming and you barely survived a day with him.

How fun that you get to see him again tomorrow!

-

You keep touching the back of your neck and feel strange that your hair is gone, you haven't cut your long hair for years.

The haircut you have now is the same one that you had back when you newly debuted as an actress.

"Takes me back to when I first met you," your manager says, noticing that you've been touching the end of your hair that goes down to your chin.

"Yeah?"

"I even remember what you wore that day. That plaid little skirt and a white blouse, I thought you were a schoolgirl who got lost in the building," she playfully said.

You laugh at how naive you must have seemed that day and looking back at it now, you realized you've come a long way as an actress and as a person in general.

"Oh you were so young, so passionate," she sighs with a dreamy smile.

"What about now?"

"Even more passionate but not getting any younger," she answers, then crack a laugh.

But you know she actually tries to comfort you.

Your mood has been good lately and you are sure it's because you have been filming without Minho and you meet your long-time friend since you were still casting from one agency to another.

Park had been there from day one and helped you all the way, he has a wonderful career and is not that ambitious about it, that's what you admire the most from him. He's the only one you come to when you need someone to talk to and share your worries with. The only person you trust with your secrets and vice versa.

"This is for you!" Park hands you a cup of coffee as he visits your waiting room.

This is a press day since the first episode of the drama will air tonight. You have a series of interviews to do and it's everything that is in your schedule, but it'll take the whole day.

"Thank you!" You mutter to him, taking the coffee cup from him.

"Hey Minho, what's up?" He asked and sits next to him on the sofa.

It's a little unfortunate that you have to share a waiting room with him but who are you to act like a diva and ask for a separate room?

You try to take a sip of your coffee but the hairstylist accidentally nudges your elbow, making you spill the coffee onto your dress.

"Oh no!" She shouts in shock.

"Oh my God! I ruin your dress!" She says as if it isn't obvious that the coffee stained the bright blue dress.

The stylist comes and sees the mess it made on the piece of clothing, "what have you done?" Then starts scolding her.

"It's not her fault. I shouldn't drink my coffee," you try to take the blame from the poor hairstylist.

"We borrow this dress and we have to return it," the stylist meekly says, with full-on panic.

"I don't think we can't return a ruined dress," she says to you.

"Then I'll buy it," you come up with the only solution that will put an end to this crisis.

She takes a tissue and tries to fix the stain on the fabric, "but it's expensive," she says.

But then she realizes that comes out rude and condescending.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

You burst out laughing to lighten the mood, "It's okay. I'm planning to pay it through a 12 months installment anyway," you assure with a smile.

"I'm really sorry," the hairstylist apologizes to you with the utmost regret.

You tap her forearm, "it's okay. I like the dress anyway," you try to comfort her.

The stylist put on a brooch to cover the stained part of the dress and you are in the middle of the interview with Minho, the interviewer seems to have a lot of questions for him and when it's your turn to get questions, it's something if it's not related to Minho, it revolves around him.

It bothers you so much because all of these should be focusing on the drama, not a certain individual.

People can't blame you if you looked less enthusiastic when you answer the question.

The interviewer doesn't seem to care that you are uncomfortable with it, he keeps going with his silly questions.

"Do you find Minho as your ideal type?" He asks with an even more ridiculous question.

And you sense that he wouldn't move on if you didn't answer his question.

"No," you answer without a beat.

"He's not my type at all. Not in a million years, I'd date someone like him," you explain with a deadpan expression.

The interviewer seems to be taken aback by your answer, "but why?"

Again, it seems like a surprise that there's someone who doesn't worship Minho like a mighty deity. Even some people in this world don't believe God exists so why is it impossible to dislike him?

But to give him an honest answer would be a little too problematic, which is exactly what the public wants and people get convinced that you are just as bad as the fictional characters you played.

You put on a smile, a fake yet the most convincing one, see if you're in the industry for far too long, you will not find it hard to master it.

"I mean, Minho is way too perfect. I don't think I deserve someone like him," you settled on a safe answer and save your manager from the troubles.

The interviewer laughs because you finally give him the answer he wanted.

The day ends with one last promotional ad for the drama.

The first episode is already on air a few hours ago and you check on some websites for reviews. You are scrolling down comments, scanning them, and reading the ones that caught your attention.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Minho suddenly asks, appearing from behind you as you wait for your car to arrive in the parking basement.

You lock your phone and put it away, "who says that I hate you?"

Minho crosses his arms together in front of him, making the veins on his forearm prominent under the fluorescent lights.

"I'm not stupid," he said.

"'Not in a million years I'd date someone like him'," he recites the answer you gave in the interview earlier.

"I know when you're being honest or not," he adds.

You cross your arms in front of you as well in a defensive way, "First thing first, hate is a strong word."

"I don't hate you," you pause to hoist your bag higher on your shoulder.

"I don't like you," you give him the real answer.

Minho doesn't seem to be surprised by the answer but it doesn't satisfy him yet.

"Why?"

"I just... even if I told you, you wouldn't remember it," your chest heaving as you remembered the grudge you've been holding against him.

Minho gets quiet and probably thinks of things that might have caused all of this.

Your car arrives and you don't waste time getting in, leave him alone with his question left answered.

-

The first time Minho met you, he was casting for a teen drama and he got paired with you for a chemistry test. He got the part and you didn't, but they gave you a small role in it at the end.

You crossed each other's paths a few times and that's inevitable when you are working in the same industry.

"Break a leg!" He once said to you before you entered the casting room.

When you came out, he could tell that you blew it from the frown on your face.

"I didn't mean to literally break your leg," he said, he meant it as a joke and an effort to cheer you up.

That earned him two middle fingers from you.

But that is why he can't stop teasing you, something about you makes him feel elated just from getting a reaction from you.

He knows that was childish of him and he bet you know that too.

But that would be a petty reason for you to dislike him this way.

He bought you coffee every time he films with you but you didn't drink them, didn't even take a small, sip for the sake of politeness.

It was just coffee yet you made it seem like he was trying to poison you.

He gets tired of hearing your sighs and groans, rolling your eyes and pressing your lips together as if talking to him is a total waste of time.

So what is it? What kind of mistake he did make you dislike him this much?

And why can't you be like this?

Stay like this?

Your eyes are wide awake and looking at him. Your lips and how they curl when you pout or are about to smile. Your skin is soft as far as he touches you. Your hair, he likes it whether it's long or short, soft locks slipping between his fingers.

You are beautiful with your cheek resting on his hand and lying close to him on the sofa, your legs tangled together with your toes softly rubbing his shin.

"I'm sleepy," you say with drowsiness.

He cradles your head endearingly, "go to sleep then," he softly says.

"Okay,"

"Okay," he repeats, partly mesmerized by how you bat your eyelashes like two fluttering butterflies.

"Okay," you repeat the word for the second time.

Even more beautiful when you smile, especially when he knows you only smile for him.

"Okay," he says again but this time closing in to kiss your lips ever so softly.

"CUT!!!" The director shouted and signaled that the camera has stopped rolling.

He wishes you to stay there lying next to him but of course, you are the first one to get away from him. Your manager comes and put on a coat for you as you are only dressed in a tank top and denim shorts.

Minho stays for a minute there and watches you leave, it gets him thinking of it again.

The reason why you don't like him.

"You're not filming today," Minho says as he meets Park near your changing room.

"I'm not. I was nearby and decided to visit," he answers, then hands him a cup of coffee he brings with him.

Minho hesitantly takes it, "I thought that isn't for me," he says, because he knows how close you are to him.

"Oh, she doesn't drink coffee," Park says as he sips his.

"What do you mean? I believe I saw her drink the coffee on press day," Minho reminds him.

"I mean she doesn't drink this kind of coffee. She only drinks instant coffee," Park elaborates.

"Oh? Instant coffee?" Minho asks in slight shock.

"She likes her coffee really sweet," Park furtherly explains, he then taps Minho's shoulder, "I have to go. See you around!"

Well, that explains why you never drink the coffee he bought you. He doesn't expect that you have such a simple taste in coffee, he doesn't find it bad, it just takes him by surprise.

At least, now he knows what to bring you next time.

And maybe he takes the wrong way to get you to soften around him. He came in too strong while he should be trying to get to know you better first.

"Anything new?" He asks his manager who is busy reading anything related to him on the internet.

"Nothing new," he replies.

"What about the reviews?" Minho asks as he takes his t-shirt off and changes into a new outfit for a different scene.

"They are all good," his manager coyly replies.

Minho never really cares about all of those things but it's a habit to ask him about everything, at least his manager can filter everything before telling him what news he reads on the internet.

"But..." his manager pauses yet his fingers keep scrolling down his phone screen.

"Not so good for your co-star," he adds, then put his phone away.

Minho's heart skips a beat and he doesn't know why that happens.

"What they said?"

"Something about she's not compatible with you and that it's a bad casting choice," he replies.

Minho feels the need to say something to defend you, "But the rating says otherwise," he blurts out.

"That's because there's you in it!" His manager simply states and hands him a can of drink.

Minho pretends not to care about it but secretly checks it himself.

All these news about you.

He doesn't know how you get in some of them in the first place. You have so many rumors going around, that you dated a few men in a span of a few months, you have a problematic attitude, that you're rude toward fans, your acting is bad and on top of that, you're rumored to have a fling with a movie director.

What pisses him off the most is that you keep quiet about it, you don't even try to deny nor confirm the news. You let it spread and swirl around until it turns into one big tornado that he believes will sweep you away soon.

-

Minho patiently waits in his car for you.

He was this close to getting out of the car and picking you up himself from your hotel room when he sees you walking toward his car, your manager helps you carry the train of your dress while your hands are occupied with your purse and a pair of high heels in the other.

You sigh once you're seated inside but still have your feet outside, your manager helping you change the sneakers you're wearing with the high heels.

"I'll see you there!" Your manager says.

"See you!" You say back.

She closes the car door and it gets completely silent inside the car that he can hear the rustles of your dress.

"We just need to walk the red carpet together. We don't need to come together," you grumble as you tuck your hair behind your ear so carefully as to not ruin the styled hair.

Minho would say something cheeky if he isn't so whipped at how stunning you look in a red silk dress. The straps are so thin and crisscrossed in the back, the plunging neckline exposed just enough cleavage that makes him silently peer over to see more of it.

The chauffeur gets in the car, breaking the silence and also stopping him from ogling over you.

"We can save some time from waiting on each other," Minho defends himself.

The idea of getting to the awards ceremony together is his. This is just the excuse he needs to be alone with you but on the ride there, Minho suddenly got tongue-tied, unable to speak.

He should say something nice, right?

He opens his mouth to speak and then you suddenly open your purse, making the contents spill out onto the seat.

Minho hurriedly helps you collect your things and hands them to you. He doesn't mean to hold it but he can feel your hands slightly shaking.

"You're nervous!" He bluntly says.

You clasp your purse and put it back on your lap, "I hate going to events like this," you say.

"I'm not good with... I don't like being in the crowd," you explain while clasping your hands together to stop the tremors.

It's at a moment like this that Minho wishes you let him in, you open the door but he can't enter when you only let a small crack, he decides not to push through.

"Do you smell that?" He asks you out of the blue.

"What smell?" You ask back.

Minho keeps on sniffing and humming.

You inhale as much air as you can to know what smell he is talking about, you inhale a few deep breaths but still can't smell it.

"I don't smell any-"

Minho smiles at you with that lunatic glints in his eyes.

By then you notice that he was trying to make you take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"You tricked me," you say.

"But it works, right?" He confidently says with a wink.

You groan in annoyance and look away, looking out at the window but he sees that your hands have stopped shaking on your lap.

You should be saying thanks but your pride got the best of you.

His manager is already there when his car arrived, he opens the car door just enough to talk to Minho.

"3 minutes!" He said, letting him know how much time he gets before he has to get out of the car right in front of the press and pretty much everyone else who attended the ceremony.

You check your makeup once more with a small mirror you bring your purse and make sure there's no smudge.

"Are you ready?" Minho asks, turning his body at you.

You take one last deep breath and nod.

The car door opens once again but this time it opens all the way, your eyes catch the blitz of the cameras from the outside.

You grab Minho's arm as he was about to step out of the car, "Minho, wait!"

He halts from getting off the car and turns back at you, "what?"

Your hands reach for his bowtie to fix it and flatten the lapels of his white suit.

You nod at him and let him go.

Minho gets out of the car and holds his hand out at you, helping you step out of the car, then walk the red carpet together.

He glances at you once in a while, the disconcerted look on your face replaces by a calm and collected one. You own the scene, posing here and there, smiling, eyes looking around despite the blinding flash of the camera from every direction.

His hand seems to find its way to the small of your back as you pose together for a picture.

He carefully lands his hand on the bare skin on your back and the softness of your skin generates a low sigh out of him, making him grateful for the loud noises or else he'll get caught simply over you.

Feels a little bold, he circles your skin with his thumb and that makes you aware of his touches, that it's intentional.

You glare at him but make it so subtle, flash smile at him with an eyebrow raised.

He looks back at you and returns the smile with a sly one.

"We need individual shots!" A staff informed, separating you from each other and dragging you to two opposite sides of the red carpet.

By the time Minho is done, you're already gone inside.

At the end of the night, Minho catches you making your way out of the venue, he doesn't know why but he follows you a few steps behind.

You go to the waiting room and sit on the empty lounge chair, lifting the hem of your dress to take off one of your high heels. The strap seems to cause blisters on your ankles and you gasp as you take a look at it.

Minho walks up to offer help for you until he sees someone already got ahead of him.

"Do you need help?" He asks.

He recognizes him as a fellow actor.

"No, thank you," you kindly refuse and start massaging your calf.

He crouches down in front of you and grabs your heeled foot, "let me help-"

You yank your foot away from him, "I said, no, thank you. I can do it myself!" You sternly say to him.

The man suddenly laughs in a rather mocking tone, "you're such a snob!"

You snap your head in his direction, "excuse me?"

"I was just trying to help and here you are refusing my kind offers," he says.

You scoff with so much bitterness at him, "you are trying to touch me without my permission," you pointed out the reason why you acted that way.

He laughs again, "just because I've been hitting on you, you think you're so great, huh?"

You let out an exasperated sigh and roll your eyes, so done with him.

"Why do I have to feel great just because you ever hit on me?" You ask him in utter disbelief, "and what is it with you men and rejection?"

That sends a dagger deep into his heart, "you fucking bitch!" he mutters to you with hands gripping the armrest of the vinyl sofa.

"What? My rejection brushed your ego that much?" You stare into his eyes dark with rage.

He leans forward and Minho is sure he is about to throw hands at you.

"Your manager is looking for you!" He suddenly says to you, his eyes shift to him whose anger seems to die down because Minho steps into the scene.

"Hey!" Minho greets out of courtesy.

He clears his throat and put on a smile.

"Everything good?" Minho asks but his hands balled into fists on his sides.

"All good!" he replies, then gets up to leave.

Minho watches you put on your high heels back, then gets up, "where is she?"

"She's uh... I'll take you there," he answers, sparing the details.

You walk side by side with Minho as he leads you to where your manager waits for you, but he makes a turn to the elevator.

You stop following him once you arrived in the empty parking basement.

"I'll just call my manager," you say to him.

Minho also stops and turns to look at you, "I'm lying," he admits.

You shoot him an annoyed look, then laugh because he is yet succeeded to make a fool out of you.

"Good job, Minho. I'm very annoyed right now," you say and lift the hem of your dress so you can walk back inside faster.

"Let me drive you home," he offers out of the blue.

"I know you don't want to be here any longer and your feet hurt," he gestured to your feet and how you've been dragging them as you walk.

"Ugh," you let out a groan, conflicted between dragging your feet back inside or letting him drive you home because it is exactly what you want.

"I have the car keys with me, it'll be just us!" He pulls the keys out of the inner pocket of his suit and jingles them in front of him. He knows that the main reason that stops you from going is that you don't like to be seen with him.

You look down at your feet again and how much it hurts, if you have to walk back to the show, it'll be another hour of torment.

You nod and let him lead the way to his car.

You take off your shoes once you got inside his car and recline on the seat, sighing in relief.

Minho drives steady and carefully, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his thigh.

"Do you even know where I live?" You ask.

"Yes. I do. You live in that housing complex," He patiently answers.

The easily strung-up Minho is not present that night and it makes everything a whole lot easier.

The whole ride was silent but not the uncomfortable kind, you guess Minho is pitying you since you know he followed you to the waiting room and he probably saw everything.

Minho stops the car right outside the gate of your house, you stay not moving for a moment.

"Thank you for the ride," you mutter as you unbuckle the safety belt, then grab the purse on your lap.

Minho hesitates to speak but it's the right opportunity to talk about it.

"Did he bother you a lot?" He asks, his eyes falter a little as he looks into your eyes.

"That's something you shouldn't worry about. I can take care of myself," you tell him and reach for the handle of the door.

He grabs your elbow and stops you from leaving, "you shouldn't-"

"What? Being rude to him? Because he asked nicely and I was being a bitch about it?" You raise your voice enough to fill the whole car and let it resound inside.

Minho surprisingly remains calm, "I was about to say you shouldn't keep it to yourself," he finishes.

You snicker and close your eyes for a few seconds to gather your thoughts, "that's useless!"

"How do you know if you never tried?" He grips the steering wheel so hard not out of rage, he has problems with the way you handle things.

"I tried and that's how I know why it's useless!" You respond with a piercing gaze at him.

"I mean, who is going to trust me anyway? I'm just..." you sigh instead of finishing your sentence.

"I trust you," Minho hastily says.

He blurts out just like that, not even giving his brain a chance to filter his words first.

You stifle a shocked laugh, "Minho, you don't need to comfort me."

But Minho not only trying to comfort you, he does trust you and what he saw is that men verbally abused you, he probably would physically abuse you as well if he didn't step in right on time.

"Goodnight!" You put an end to the conversation and push the car door open.

Minho knows that it wouldn't be easy to earn trust from you but he hates how you easily take his words as something phony while in fact, he was being serious about trying to find a solution for you.

He watches as you walk to unlock the gate, then disappears behind it

-

"We don't have to do this," Minho says to you with his hands around your waist and you are sitting on his lap, straddling him on the bed.

You land a soft kiss on his lips, "I want to do this with you," you say against his lips.

Your hands slide up his shoulders and wrap them around his neck, pressing your forehead onto his.

With closed eyes, Minho sighs then softly he says, "I love you."

You smile with the tip of your nose to meet his in the middle, "I love you too," you say back.

Your lips once again meet in an enamoring kiss, dizzying and intoxicating, Minho loses himself in it.

His hands work to open the buttons of your shirt one by one and once he is finished, he parts it open. He slides it to the side and exposes the skin of your shoulder, he curls his little finger around the strap of your bra, and his brown eyes glance up at you as if to seek permission to go further.

You tangle one hand in his hair and nod.

Minho takes a deep breath before diving into your neck and inhales the fragrant smell of your skin, grazes it with the tip of his nose before making a long trail of kisses down the column of your throat.

All the while you softly tug at his hair, lowly moaning with every searing kiss he planted on your skin, your mouth slightly parted open.

Minho places another kiss on your sternum before fully putting his mouth off of you, looking up at you with a hand on your jaw.

"You're so beautiful," he breathlessly says and the crinkles in his eyes say it all.

You return the praise with a long, lingering kiss on the mouth where teeth and tongues clash in your mouth.

Once.

Twice.

With a gentle push of your hands against his chest, Minho finally noticed that the director shouted "cut!" For the third time already.

"You guys were really into it, huh?" The director teases through his megaphone.

You stifle a laugh and pull away from him, putting a safe space between you.

Someone comes over and puts a coat around your shoulders, then helps you get off the bed.

It's always you who leaves first and he stays in his place, stunned.

He had so many kissing scenes before but never once did he lose himself in them like this.

Is it the taste of your lips?

He remembered how they taste so sweet and fruity when he first kissed you, whenever he thinks of that he felt bad for eating shitty food right before the scene.

Or is it your skin? Soft to the touch, endlessly tantalize him whenever you're out of reach.

Or the warmth of your body? He still can feel it and the scent of you clung to his clothes. The gentle pressure of your fingers on his scalp and how you tug at his hair.

He yearns for them even though he got all of them five minutes ago.

Or maybe it's your smile? You have a beautiful smile. The only time he sees you genuinely smiled was when he went on casting with you. He remembered how ecstatic you were as you introduced yourself to the casting director.

It was the kind that came out from within, a reflection of what your soul looks like.

And he wishes you to always smile like that.

The smiles that he had seen were out of courtesy, half-heartedly, awkwardly, and sometimes forced.

That makes him wonder if you ever smile simply out of happiness. Wonder if you have someone that can make you smile like that?

He gets sad thinking if the answer to both questions were no.

The melancholic feeling intensifies as Minho knows he only has one week left with you before filming is done.

"The rating increased on the tenth episode," his manager informs as he hands him a new cup of coffee.

Minho snatches his phone and reads it himself, he scrolls down to the comment section. Just like he predicted, they are some people who put bad comments about you. He doesn't get it, the rating increased but the hate towards you doesn't die down, it doesn't make sense to him.

Ultimately, what's wrong with these people? Have you done them wrong or what?

He knows it shouldn't frustrate him that much, but he can't help but get mad at this utter nonsense.

The stylist enters the room to style him for the next scene, he calms himself down before she notices how he got his jaws all tensed and contorted in anger.

The next scene is where the main characters got into a fight that leads to the breakup.

Minho guesses you would be having so much fun since this is probably what you secretly wanted to do to him, plus you get to channel all of that anger within you at him.

But as he stands there face to face with you, you look rather overwrought and a little disoriented, looking out of place.

The script says you have to push him hard, hits his chest and at the end, slap him hard on the face.

You can't bring yourself to do it.

Yes, you dislike him but not to the point you want to physically hurt him.

You push him but not hard enough that the director has to pause to redirect you, he approaches you and talks you through it.

You nod as you listen to his instructions one more time, but that isn't the problem, you just can't do it.

"Why are you hesitating?" Minho asks when the director has left the set.

You choose not to answer and read the script one more time before hiding it behind the furniture on the set.

He grabs your shoulder and forces you to look at him, "just do it! It's okay!" He assures you.

You're scared of losing it in the midst of it, afraid that you get carried away and harm him in the process.

"I don't want to hurt you," you meekly admit.

It takes him a moment to register your words and when he finally did, he sighs.

"You won't hurt me," he convinces you, taking both of your hands and putting them on his chest.

You fist the front of his shirt in your hands and now that he assured you about it, you feel a little at ease.

He nods at you, and convinces you one more time, "it's okay," he mouthed to you.

He lets go of your hands once the director begins recording again and you try to act out everything while trying to keep yourself in control.

When the director shouts "Cut!"

You hurriedly hold his cheek and feel it heating under your touch, "I think I slap you too hard," you are concerned as it reddens despite you holding it to soothe the pain.

He places his hand on top of yours, "Thank God this is not my first time, right?" He says to you, poking fun at your earlier remark.

You put your hand away, "I'm sorry," you sadly say to him.

Did he mishear it?

It's not about the apology but the way you said it, it was heavy with sadness and regrets, like you genuinely feel sorry for slapping him on the face for an act.

-

"I told them that you can't eat mussels," his manager says as he enters his changing room.

"Huh?" He responds with a slurring voice.

Minho was out of his head and he had been since yesterday. His mood is inconsistent today, he went from ecstatic to sour in a span of a few minutes while there's no significant change in his routines to back this behavior.

Could it be that he dreads the fact that today is the last day of filming?

"Are you perhaps feeling not well?" His manager asks senses that he is slightly off today.

He shakes his head and drinks the already empty cup of coffee, he throws it into the bin way too hard that it rattles.

"You want to take a walk outside before the shooting begins?" His manager suggests, that it isn't his first time trying to tame him when he's hard like this but it's indeed the first time he finds Minho looking so restless.

Minho reluctantly gets up from his seat and goes out of his room, his manager follows from behind him.

Not long after, Minho feels a hand tugging at the sleeve of his shirt.

"Where are you going?" His manager asks.

That's when he realizes he is standing outside your changing room, it feels as if someone else took over his body and led him there.

"I was... I'm just walking around-"

Then he hears the talking inside, it's faint but he can hear that you are arguing with someone inside. It's not a harmful one but it does sound very intense.

His manager ends up dragging him out of the vicinity and back to his changing room.

"Do you know what happens?" Minho asks his manager because it seems like he knows and that's why he gets him out of there.

"There's something," he answers.

"A news, a rumor, I don't know which," his manager sits him down back on his chair.

"What? Tell me!" Minho insists and he won't let go until his question is answered.

"There are photos of her going around on the internet," his manager tells him in a hushed voice, "she got caught visiting an institution for people with addiction," then looks around, afraid that there's someone else in the room.

Minho scoffs in disbelief, "so people think that she's been using drugs?"

His manager immediately shushes him and keeps his voice low, "I suggest you stay away from her," he tells him with utmost concern because he always goes in his way, not listening to him.

He let out a scornful laugh, "what's wrong with her? Even if she did have an addiction, at least she was trying to get better!"

"Lower your voice!" His manager snaps.

"Just because she went there, doesn't mean she-"

"Shooting begins in 10 minutes," a staff announces as he pokes his head through the door.

"We'll be there shortly!" His manager answers him.

When the staff leaves, his manager turns and scolds him, "my job is to keep you out of trouble and she is a trouble!"

"And my-"

His manager shuts him up with a squeeze on Minho's shoulder to stop him from talking, "I don't want to hear of this conversation again," he states and that's final for him.

When Minho steps into the set, you were talking to the director and he hears that you're asking him about the scene the two of you are about to shoot.

This will be the last scene that happens to be the most heart-wrenching one but the most pivotal part of it will be you crying your heart out.

You sit on one corner of the set with your headphones on, it's clear that you don't want to be disturbing and maybe you need the space on your own to gather your emotions for the final scene.

"I don't see the point in us staying together," you sadly say to him with tears started pooling in your eyes.

Minho takes your hands in his, "give us one more chance," he says.

He squeezes your hands to seek comfort in them.

"That if we have another chance..." you mutter as a tear rolls down your face.

"We don't deserve another chance," you say with more tears rolling down your face and it shines when it catches the light like diamonds.

"All we did is break each other's apart until there's none left to break anymore," you say with a choked breath.

"Please, don't say that!" He begs, bending down to look into your eyes that glazed with so many emotions.

It got him sad and something stirred inside him, he got moved that he feels emotions welling up inside him.

"We didn't break-" Minho desperately sighs, he licks his lips before continuing his lines.

"We love each other that's what matters," he gives you another reason.

You look away and stare at the void for a little while, roughly wiping the tears with the back of your hand but that is useless as tears keep coming.

You turn to look at him again, "if this is love..." you croak and sniffle, "I don't want it!"

"Take it!" You take your hands away from him.

You shake your head vigorously as if you strongly detest the other option, "I don't want it!"

His heart breaks because all of a sudden why it feels like a real break-up added to the fact that this will be the last time you work together and would probably not see each other again after. Minho takes a deep breath but that only makes him lose it. He starts crying without he intended to.

"Please? Do it for us!" Minho pleads in despair.

He doesn't know why but he feels the need to touch you, so he holds your face and looks at your tears-streaked face.

"Please?" He pleads once more.

You closed your eyes sending fresh tears escaping the corner of your eyes, and he wonders how you look so sad and beautiful at the same time.

He leans in and presses a kiss.

You taste of tears and sweets and fruits and sunlight, of sadness and happiness, of heavenly delight. Everything all at once.

Your lips are quivering against him and he takes it that you didn't expect the kiss yet you kiss him back, opening your mouth for him.

For a moment, Minho feels like he receives a revelation of what things could be with you. He likes how it makes him feel, that he is more than his career and fame. That he is a man that capable of love, to love, and to be loved.

Then suddenly you push him away, "Goodbye!" You say to him as you turn to leave.

He just stands there, still trapped in his fictional character or he accidentally blurs the two together. It's the first time he can't isolate his feelings from his fictional ones.

"Annnnd cut!" The director shouts.

Everyone's applause wakes him up from a trance and he looks around to see you are still crying, hugging your manager as she comforts you with a coat hanging over your shoulders.

He walks over to you but the director stops him in his track and starts praising him for his acting. But he doesn't want to hear that, he wants to know if you're okay.

Everyone comes to him to celebrate the end of the filming, flowers, gifts, and congratulatory words are thrown at him but he grows restless the longer he doesn't see you.

When you finally get out of your changing room, you have already changed your clothes with your eyes still puffy from the crying you did, yet there's a smile on your face as everyone comes to congratulate you.

After taking some photos together with all the casts and crew, Minho follows you from behind as you're making your way toward your car.

"Hey," he calls out, a little hesitant.

You turn around while cradling a bouquet of flowers in your arms.

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk?" He asks.

"Sure," you shortly reply.

Minho looks around to see if anyone is around even though the parking lot is pretty much empty.

"I just..." Minho has a lot to say but at the same time, he can't find anything to say to you.

"Thank you for being a wonderful co-star!" He sincerely says.

You crack a laugh, "you enjoyed the whole thing, huh?"

He guesses what you mean by that is that he enjoyed torturing you, "that's not what I mean!" He strongly denies it.

You nod, acknowledging his remark.

"Well, you might have heard this a thousand times, but you are a talented actor. I learn a lot from you."

He was hoping that you say something cheeky or scornful for him to shoot it back at you, not this. The way you softly spoke and genuinely utter all those things to him without being fake, his heart warms from your words.

You put your hands down and hold your bouquet in one hand, you give him a quick hug that lasts for a few seconds then let go.

"Thank you, Minho." You mutter with a sigh and it sounds final like the two of you will never see each other again.

Someone calls you from afar and sees that your manager has been waiting by the car.

"Let's work on the same project again someday," he says in the hope that this wouldn't be the last time.

You smile but not replying to his words, you take another step back, "Goodnight, Minho!"

He watches as you walk away from him while carrying the bouquet with the petals falling off the flowers and it makes a trail on the asphalt, withering as you go just like his hope that slowly dies down inside.

-

"I don't think she'll come," his manager nudges him as they enter the restaurant where they held the wrap-up party of the drama.

The news of you having a drinking problem spread like wildfire since more photos of you visiting the institution circulating on the internet, you're giving everyone the reason to talk ill about you more and they keep on piling on it with other stuff that he knows isn't true.

"Unless she wants to be swarmed by reporters," his manager adds.

Minho gets his hand off of him, irritated. He gets it that he wants to keep him out of trouble but what he can't accept is that he decides to take the side which implies that you are bad news, something that he should avoid.

Minho hopes that you'll still come but he'll also understand if you didn't.

Everyone is gathered in the dining hall and half-full with food and wines that pass from one person to another.

That's when you come with barely any make-up on and a casual outfit, there's no dress code for this kind of thing but you are underdressed for the occasion with blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black cardigan with your hair in a messy bun.

"Sorry for being late!" You weakly say and apologize to everyone as you walk past them as you make your way to the director and thank him for everything, you seem to talk in a rush.

You greet everyone else as much as you can, saying and bidding your farewell at the same time.

He walks up to you and you get startled as he grabs you by the elbow, "hey, Minho!"

You look wan with exhaustion drawn on your face and the radiance you always have replaced by a grim over your face.

"Are you okay?" He asks out of concern.

"I'm fine," you shortly replied.

"I just can't stay long. I have to go," you're talking to him while walking toward the door.

"Goodbye, Minho!" You say for the last time then get out of the door.

Why is it always you trying to leave him?

Minho runs to chase you and get there on time as you push the door open of the back entrance of the restaurant.

"Come with me!" He says without an explanation, drags you back inside, and takes the elevator to the basement.

"What are you trying to do?" You ask him, but this time you sounded weary and defeated. It's as if you have given up already.

"I'll drive you," he says to you.

You slump in the seat of the passenger's side even though it'll be too dark to spot you inside the car with him and Minho takes a different yet farther route home.

"Where are you taking me?" You ask when you realize he's driving the opposite way from your house.

He doesn't answer and keeps on driving instead, when he parks the car in the driveway by then you know he's taking you to his house.

"Why are you taking me to your house?" You ask him.

Minho stays silent and grabs your hand, taking you to the front door.

You yank your hand away and stand your ground, "Minho, you shouldn't be seen with me," you tell him.

"Then we should get inside," he grabs your hand again and leads you inside after unlocking the door to his house.

The lights inside automatically turn on at his arrival, he takes his shoes off but you stand there on the threshold.

"Minho, please, it's a bad idea!" You sadly say.

It frustrates him so much and he has been trying to be patient with you, but you keep making the choices that went against his favor.

"Then you should have stayed in your house and not attended the party!" He snaps.

"Or maybe you should have said something and things wouldn't have been this bad!"

You seem to be surprised that he's really, really upset and not just trying to rile you up.

"Minho..." you sigh with your eyes turning watery.

"I don't know... I just..." you trailed your words, you swallow air and close your eyes to prevent the tears from falling, "It seems like the world turns against me!"

Just like that, you break down in tears and cry into your hands.

He has never seen you this open and vulnerable, like an open wound. And he wants to make you better, he wants to bring back what was once you, a girl who is so excited about the world and passionate about what she does.

He helps you get up then pulls you into a hug, letting you bury your head in his chest as you cry your heart out and seep into the fabric of his shirt.

One hand on your back and the other brushing your hair away from sticking to your face.

In the morning, Minho cracks the door open just enough to see you inside the guest room of his house, sleeping on your side after exhausting yourself from crying for hours last night.

He prepares breakfast for you and put the tray on the bedside table.

He knows he has to hurry because his manager would come any minute now and he can't know that you're here. He watches you for a moment, then leaves you with a note on the breakfast tray.

-

Thankfully his schedule finished early and he doesn't want to seem conspicuous, he put an act of fatigue in front of his manager.

"You're tired?" His manager asks.

As expected, his acting works.

"Yeah, I think I'll go straight home after this," Minho says as he fakes a yawn.

"That's good, Minho. You've been working hard these days!" His manager says, not the slightest bit suspicious of his behavior.

"Don't come to my house, I'll be sleeping early tonight," he says to his manager as he gets off the car, and warns him not to disturb his rest.

His manager gives him a thumb up, then drives away.

Minho gets used to his house and welcomes him with an eerie quiet, that's because he is rarely home and has no one at home. He expects it to be different knowing that you're in the house but it's the same.

Could it be that you already left his house?

He goes straight to the guest room you're staying in and you're not there. He gets panicked, because what if you really left without telling him?

It's not wrong for you to leave though, he takes you to his house without your permission and maybe you are still upset about it, that's why you left without telling him.

Minho roughly pulls his top off by the back collar and goes to his closet, he gets startled to see you there.

"I swear I'm not trying to steal anything!" You say with your hands hold up like you are caught doing a crime.

"I'm borrowing your pajama," you add.

There's a silence hung in the air as he stands there half-naked and you stand a few steps away with the top three buttons of the pajama top you're wearing still left unbuttoned.

You put your hands down and clear your throat, "I'll let you... do whatever," you blabber your way out of the closet.

When he returns, you're in the kitchen holding a bottle of wine and he stops in his track, suddenly doesn't know what to do with himself.

The two of you look at each other in the quiet of his house that is too big for two people.

"Do you want a glass of wine?"

"Have you had dinner?

You ask each other at the same time then burst out laughing simultaneously.

"You can go first," you tell him.

Minho nervously scratches the back of his head, "Have you had dinner?"

You shake your head no.

"How about I cook us some dinner?" He asks.

You take his offer with a weird expression on your face, "sure, if you really know how to do it," you say with a sly smile.

There she is, he says in his head. He feels relieved that in the midst of it, he still finds the cheeky you who talks back with witty remarks.

"I hope it's something that goes with this wine?" You show him the bottle of wine you've been holding at him.

Minho walks to the kitchen while rolling the sleeves of his shirt, "that's easy," he says with such coy.

Minho intently watches as you twirl the pasta with a fork, then shove the whole thing into your mouth. He is always confident about his cook but he slightly fears that he's having a bit of shit luck and putting too many salts in it.

He sips his wine to hide his nervousness and tries not to seem eager to hear your feedback on his cooking.

You recline on the chair still chewing the food and giving him an unreadable expression.

You hum then take your glass of wine, "not bad!"

Minho reminds himself not to get carried away by your words but he did let a small smile on his face.

"Shouldn't judge too quickly!" He says, picking up his fork and eating his plate of pasta.

"Oh, it's not hard to know that you're a snob," you say with an innocent smile at him.

Minho dryly laughs, "Am I that transparent?"

You nod while shoving another spoonful of food into your mouth.

He smirks at your answer and he gets tempted to poke around the topic that would discomfort you, but he relents.

He waits until the dinner is finished and a new bottle of wine opens, you sit across from each other at the dining table that is meant for a dozen people.

You put one leg up on the chair and shake your wine glass in your hand, staring back into his eyes, sensing that he has been holding himself back.

"You seem to have a lot of questions for me," you tell him.

Minho stops playing with the bracelet on his wrist and fixes his seating position, leaning forward on the table.

Maybe he really is that transparent to you so he answers, "I do!"

"Go ahead and ask away," you dare him with a piercing gaze.

Minho has a series of questions he wanted to ask and now he gets the opportunity, he doesn't know which he should ask first.

He settles with an easy one as a start, "why do you like instant coffee?"

"I used to stay awake at night to memorize lines by drinking them," you answer.

"The one where you pushed one of your fans?"

"He's not a fan, he's a pervert taking advantage of the situation to grope girls in the crowd so I pushed him away," you reply with a calm manner.

"What's with the men who disturbed you in the awards ceremony?"

"He dated one of my friends a few years ago and I knew he's abusive, that's why I keep avoiding him but he didn't take it well," you answer along with a shrug.

"What about you having a fling with a movie director?"

You sigh and sip your wine before answering, "I met him in the lobby and I greeted him, we both got in the elevator, and turned out his room was on the same floor as me," you explain.

Minho takes a few seconds before firing up the next question, "what about the addiction?"

You got quiet and put down your wine glass in front of you, empty.

"So you believe the news?"

"No, I'm just asking about the truth," Minho honesty answers.

"The truth is that important to you?" You tip your head to the side and analyze his face for the truth.

"Yes."

"What if knowing the truth would only make you disappointed?"

"Have you noticed that I've been disappointed long before this?" Minho playfully remarks.

You snicker and stare at each other long enough the silence gets deafening. You cross your arms together in front of you and rest your back on the chair.

"You don't have to tell-"

"My father has a drinking problem," you admit at the same time Minho is trying to say it's alright if you don't want to share.

"Your father? But your..." he trails his words.

"My biological father," you correct yourself.

This is news to him. He knows your family, and so are many people who seek your information on the internet. Your father is a lawyer and your mother is a retired teacher, you have a sister who's younger by half of your age, this information explains everything.

"I went there to make sure that he attended his group therapy and everything," you add.

Minho instantly regrets his decision to ask about it to you.

"I'm sorry," he weakly mutters, he looks away because he can't bring himself to see you getting uncomfortable around him.

He hears your sigh and pours more wine into your glass.

"It's my turn now," you say.

He looks up at you as you sip your wine.

"Do you think of yourself as a great actor?" You press your wine glass close to your cheek.

"Yes!" Minho answers without a beat.

You softly chuckle and close your eyes to think of another question for him.

"Is it true that you dated that one idol?"

"Which one?"

You let out a sneaky laugh, "so you're indeed a snob," you mutter to yourself.

"Yes." He agrees with you even though you don't ask him about it.

"You went on a date with that American singer?"

He snorts in response, "I wish!"

You keep asking him about the silly rumors that going around him and that makes him feel bad for asking pressuring questions and squeezing the answers out of you.

As the bottle of wine drained with every question fired at each other, the sillier the conversation gets.

Your mouth is full of wine and almost burst from laughing at his joke, "how do you have so many toasters?" You ask out of the blue.

You found unopened boxes of new toasters in his pantry in the same brand but in different colors from the little tour you took around his house.

"I was drunk when I ordered it!" He defends himself, slightly slurring his words with cheeks and ears flushing red from the alcohol.

"Understandable!" You comment as you finish your glass of wine and trail the rim of the glass with your finger.

Is it the quiet of the night or the wine he drank? But Minho got hit by the realization that you are here with him, in his house. Just the two of you at a big dining table and you're sitting across from him wearing his striped pajama, effortlessly looking beautiful in it even though it's too big on you.

Minho looks at you with adoration in his eyes and says, "my pajama looks good on you!"

Then he sees the messy bun, exposing the tendrils of hair on the back of your neck as you look to the side.

"You're so beautiful."

The compliment slips past his mouth like that and he doesn't regret it for a bit.

You chuckle, thinking that it must be the alcohol that makes him like this, strangely benign and nice.

Then your eyes meet and after a while it gets intense, you break the eye contact first then shoot up from your chair.

"I'm going to bed," you announce then turns in the direction of the guest room.

You hear his footsteps behind you as you walk the hallway that leads to the room, you stop when you arrived at the door.

You turn around to see him foolishly smiling and you can't help but smile back at him.

"Are you drunk?" You ask.

He shakes his head.

"Your room is that way, sir!" You remind him while pointing to the main bedroom on the opposite side of the house.

Minho takes steps closer to you and corners you to one side of the wall.

"It's my house. I'm free to go wherever I want," he says with a sly smirk.

He holds your hands and presses his forehead on yours, insisting you look into his eyes.

"You want to sleep in the guest room tonight, huh?" You playfully ask.

"What if I do?" He asks back.

You laugh again, your breath warm and tinted with the sweet-smelling alcohol that brushes his face.

"The bed can fit two people," Minho adds, leaning in close with his mouth hovering over your cheek.

You turn your head slightly to the side to meet his gaze as his eyes are looking at your lips but not moving to make a contact with them.

You let go of his hands and gently push him away, "Goodnight, Minho!"

But Minho is tired of letting you go and you leave him like that, he follows you inside, then grabs you by your waist.

"I won't let you get away from me anymore," he says into the crook of your neck.

You turn around and put your hands around his neck, lean in to kiss him on the mouth.

Minho hates that he seems to hesitate to kiss while he is afraid that he will never get enough with just one kiss.

When you pull away, Minho puts a hand on the nape of your neck and presses a kiss on you. He doesn't want to stop kissing you and the more he kisses you, the more convinced that there's no end to this appetite.

His hands draw you closer, hold you tighter and you hold on to him as you lost your footing from him constantly lifting you off your feet.

You break the kiss with your lips wet and swollen from the kisses.

He immediately places a quick peck on your lips and doesn't want to miss the taste of your lips even for a second.

You push him just enough to put a space between you with your hands going from the collar of his shirt to the buttons and start opening it one by one.

Minho parts his shirt open once you finished unbuttoning all of the buttons, your hands resting on his bare chest with his firm muscles under your touch.

He looks into your eyes as he takes your hand and kisses your palm, without warning, pulls you close to lead your bodies onto the bed.

He got you pinned under him with a few inches between your faces, "you hesitate a lot than when you're filming," you say to him.

"You have no idea how much I've been holding myself back," his voice low almost like a whisper.

"Who told you to hold yourself back?" You simply point out the fact.

With that being said, Minho lowers his lips on you and lets it savor the taste of your lips again and again until he got drunk with it.

You don't know how but he manages to open your pajama top without you knowing, his hand impatiently roaming your body and whimpering at how soft you are to his touch.

He gets hungrier for your skin the more he touches, pieces of clothing taking off of you one by one until there is none on your left. Just you laying on the bed for his eyes to lust on.

You watch him salivating over your body as his hand travels down your body and stops on your thigh, gently kneading on the flesh.

"Is it possible to be this beautiful?" He says it as if he has just discovered something that confuses him and amazes him altogether.

He lowers himself on top of you and kisses your open mouth, breathing heavily as his hand goes to where you wanted him the most.

"Ah..." you let out a low gasp when his hand makes contact with your sex and starts to explore it delicately.

His fingertips lightly circled your bundle of nerves as his lips locked with yours in titillating kisses.

You slowly slip your hand inside his pants and palm his erection, even without looking you can tell his size. You hum thinking of having it inside you.

It reminds you of something and you pull away from his kiss to also catch a breath.

"Minho..." you softly call his name.

"Mmh?"

"Condoms?"

Minho abruptly stops kissing your neck and retracts himself off of you, "I'll go get it real quick," he says to your face.

With a peck on the lips, he gets off the bed and leaves your bedroom. When he returns and sees you sitting up on the bed with your back slightly arching as you take off your hair tie to let your hair down, he has to take a double take.

You glance at the new box of condoms he brings with him and softly laughs.

"I don't know if you're being presumptuous or thoughtful," you tell him, taking the box from him and opening it, taking one of the foil packets to hand to him.

Minho rips the wrapper with his teeth and rolls it down his length, "or maybe both?" He confidently says.

He takes a deep breath to calm himself down because he knows how much he has been wanting it, fantasizes about it, and never thought that it'll come true.

It's overwhelming that he loses his focus, almost falling apart the second his cock is fully buried inside you.

His body turns red with all the blood rushing in his veins, hot and wild, full of desire.

You hold him tenderly and kiss his cheek, look him in the eyes then call his name.

"Minho..."

He will never get used to you calling his name softly and affectionately like that.

"We have the whole night," you whisper to him while softly brushing his hair with your fingers.

He gets embarrassed from the way you subtly tell him to slow down and that you are aware that he's been nervous this whole time.

"We have the whole day too if you want it," you add.

Your little tease and low laugh instantly put him and ease, he kisses you to completely relax him.

When he finally collected himself, he starts moving at a slow and steady pace, so slow that you can feel every drag of his cock against your wall and make you squirm underneath him.

He props his hands beside you, watching your face clenched and unclenched from the pleasure.

When you open your eyes, his eyes are on you and you flash him a contented smile that makes his heart flips and his cock twitches inside you, heart fluttering and arousing.

This is not his first time having sex but he had never experienced this intimacy before, maybe he did without realizing it but never this intense.

When he cum, he holds you close while placing a lingering kiss on your mouth. He stays inside you while he places kisses on another part of your body, yearning, and longing for it every time his mouth off of you.

The night continues with more lovemaking as the condom wrappers are cluttered on the bedside table.

-

-

He wakes up knowing he has to get ready for his first schedule for the day.

He grunts in complaint because he doesn't want to leave, not when you're lying next to him and his hand trails the smooth skin of your back as you lay facedown on your pillow.

He wakes up just enough to watch you sleep, caressing your cheek with his knuckles and tempted to kiss your pouty lips.

He kisses your back shoulder instead, a long trail of kisses that leaves a wet trail on the skin.

His hand goes under the cover to touch your stomach, humming kisses to your ear.

It's so cute that you're not aware of it.

He feeds his temptation and kisses your pouty lips, making you slightly stirred in your sleep.

"Hey, I have to go," he whispers to you, continuing to kiss the side of your face.

You mumble to let him know you heard him.

"I'll be back soon," he adds, kissing your pouty lips again.

This time it makes you awake but your eyes are still closed, "go make some money," you mumble to him.

Minho softly chuckles at your words and gives you a lingering kiss on your forehead.

"Wait for me, okay?"

You groan as you grab the side of your pillow, "I'll wait for you," you answer.

He smiles at your promise, "Get some more sleep," he plants another endearing kiss on your lips and have you return it.

And your promise to wait for him to come home is what gets him through the day.

On top of that, he is glad that his manager doesn't seem suspicious of his change of behavior of going home early and staying at home.

He runs to find you the moment he enters the house, he stops by the doorway of the bathroom to watch you deep in your thought while your body is engulfed in milky white water inside the bathtub.

"What are you thinking?" He asks.

It seems to reel you back to reality as you snap your head to see him standing there, "what to eat for dinner."

He smiles at your answer and crosses his arms together in front of him.

"Are you not going to invite me in?"

You purse your lips as you consider his request, "Nope, I'm okay on my own," you reply.

Minho puts his arms down and dashes into the tub without removing his clothes first, sending the water sloshing out of the tub.

He cages you with his arms on each side of you and stares into your eyes, looking at your beautiful face dotted with beads of water.

"You," you boop his sharp nose with your index finger, "not invited!"

"But it's my house, remember?"

You've seen him naked but somehow it's different seeing his muscular body through the fabric of his white shirt stuck to his skin.

After fooling around in the tub, he takes you to the bed without drying you first with drops of water falling onto the floor.

He parts your legs open and doesn't wait to drop to his knees, kneeling right on the edge of the bed so close to your drenched cunt.

He ignores the wet clothes that cling to his body and makes a puddle of water on the floorboard under him.

You jolt on the bed the moment his mouth lands on your cunt, hot and slick.

Fingers, tongue even his sharp nose, he knows how to put them to good use, making you arch your back and grind against his mouth.

"Oh fuck..." you breathlessly say.

It's the first time he heard you cursed not out of spite and in so much lust instead.

His need to be inside you gets uncontrollable, without taking his mouth he gropes around the bedside table for a condom and tears it open with his hand.

He pulls out his cock without looking and put his condom on, and glances down for a second to make sure he put it on correctly.

"I need to be inside you," he says with his mouth pressing on your inner thigh.

"Yes..." you say between your moans, "please, yes."

He doesn't know how it's possible to take all of his clothes off himself in under a minute but he did, he lowers himself on top of you.

He kisses you so hard and let go with a gasp, "I've been thinking of being inside you all day," he shamelessly admits.

He couldn't stay still the whole day when he was away from you, he just wanted to come home and touch you until he remembers every crook and nook of your body.

You softly giggle at his words then kiss him at the same time he pushes his cock inside you, making you moan against his lips.

He is needy for you and it shows, he doesn't hold himself back from relentlessly thrusting into you as beads of water dripping down from the end of his hair onto your skin.

His mouth finds solace on your shoulder with his teeth faintly scraping the skin.

You put your legs around his waist with your heels dug into his back, pushing him deeper into you.

At that moment something inside him snaps, making him lose control and move at an impossibly quick pace.

He holds on to you as he is close to climaxing, and put his mouth on you to contain all of your moans.

When he thinks he can't go on any further, he stifles a hard thrust that sends him to his high, drunk in overwhelming pleasure.

Minho sloppily kisses your neck while gently kneading on your breast, whimpering against your skin while reeling from his orgasm.

You lazily scratch the back of his head with his hair slipping between your fingers, "You owe me one!" You playfully say to him.

Minho gets flustered, he doesn't plan on cumming by himself but it seems like his body selfishly takes over his need and puts your pleasure aside.

"I'll return it double to you," he says while hovering above you.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "your words, not mine."

The night continues with dinner with his cooks and more wine, talking about his work in between. He comes up with an idea to watch a movie to spend the rest of the night.

But he leads you to his bedroom, not to the mini cinema he has in his house.

"You literally have a room made to watch a movie," you say to him with a glare but keep following him.

"But it's more comfortable watching it in my bedroom," he says to you.

"You can just say that you want me there," you point out the fact.

He grabs your hand and pulls you close, letting you walk in front of him as he leads you with his hands on your back.

"That's true," he honestly says.

"But we also made a mess in the guest room so you have no other choice but to sleep in my bedroom," he adds and swings the door to his bedroom open.

You have never seen his bedroom, nor when he's away for work. You explored most of his house but his bedroom, the farthest you got was his closet and it was also because of the sole reason for borrowing his clothes.

There's nothing special about his bedroom except that it's spacious, way bigger than the guest room but with less furniture.

"Well, you can read," you joke while gesturing to the big shelf full of books.

"Yeah, it's getting expensive to hire a person to read everything for me," he says back, nonchalantly.

He turns on the TV that hung on the wall in front of the king-sized bed, "so, what are we going to watch?" He asks, looking at you who still awkwardly stand on the side of the bed.

"Are you going to stand there?" He stretches his hand at you.

"Can we... at least, have some wine while at it?" You speak as you take his hand and climb the bed.

"I have something better," he says.

He goes to the cabinet under the TV and opens it to reveal a mini fridge inside, where you see your favorite fruity drinks.

He smiles because he knows how much you like it from how many times he had seen you carrying it in your hand during the filming.

He opens one, then hands it to you.

"I'm impressed!" You beam as he sits next to you on the bed.

"I know a lot about you," he proudly says.

"Yeah?"

He nods, "and I know you're favorite movie!"

He flicks the remote and starts searching for the title of your favorite movie.

You scoff, "you're not wrong but," you snatch the remote from him and search for another title, "this is my favorite movie."

Minho recognizes it as one of the movies that he starred in and shot you suspicious eyes.

"You want to make fun of me, huh?"

You don't reply but press play, leaning against the headboard of the bed to watch the movie.

He buries his head when he appears on the screen, "I don't like watching my own movies," he cringes.

You hold his head and chuckle, "why? You look dashing!"

"Are you teasing me?"

You giggle in response and continue watching the movie with laser focus.

Minho watches you instead of the movie, your face illuminated by the blue light of the television screen against the dark of his bedroom.

"Is it really your favorite movie?"

"It's a movie that made me believe you are born to do this," you turn your head at him, "acting."

You take one last sip of your drink and put the empty bottle aside.

"No offense but I always thought that you're all talk and no talent," you explain while laughing at his face that makes evil smug at you.

"But you proved me wrong with this movie," you finish.

Minho takes a moment to process your words and receives your validation that he doesn't know he needed to hear until now.

He grabs your chin to turn your head at him, then kisses you so tenderly, endearingly and if he could, returning all the warm feelings you make him feel back to you.

"Thank you," he says against your lips and he should have added something but he can't fathom his thoughts into words.

All he knows is he feels tremendous gratitude but doesn't know how to convey it.

"That's not the whole review of the movie," you say to him.

"I'd love to hear it," he says with a hand that slips under the cover and onto your thighs.

"But I have to pay what I owe you," he finishes.

And he keeps true to his words.

It doesn't take long to make a mess on his bed, the duvet is on the floor with all of your clothes, and the room is filled with both of your noises but yours are louder, needier.

He got both your knees up to penetrate you deeper and pound into you harder, eyes lingering on the way his cock slipped in and out of you backed with the squelching sounds of your essence mixed into one.

You grip his biceps and look at him as he bites his lower lip while putting all of the remaining strength he has left into the last few thrusts.

A stifled moan escaped your lips as you climax but Minho stays inside you to feel your walls sucking him in deeper and tighter around him even though he has just cum as well.

You glance at the box of condoms on the bedside table and let out a heavy breath, "we might finish the whole box by tomorrow."

You mean it as a joke but Minho takes it as a challenge, he hastily kisses your mouth and lets go with a gasp.

"Or should we finish it by tonight?"

-

"Minho, wake up!"

He has been hearing the same sentences a few times already but can't bring himself to open his eyes. His hands grope the space next to him to tell you that he hears you but found nothing but the crumpled sheet.

"Wake up, Minho!"

He hears it again, loud and clear. He forces himself to open his eyes still heavy with sleep.

"We're leaving in half an hour!" The voice says again.

Minho rubs his eyes, he expects to see you but what he sees is his manager looming above him. He jolts awake and scrambles to cover his body with the duvet, aware that he is still naked underneath.

But what got him panic is that you're gone or maybe hiding somewhere?

"What are you-" he tries to gather his thoughts as much as he can, "what are you doing?"

"Picking you up of course!" He coyly answers.

He grabs his phone to check the time, "my schedule is still two hours away," he grumbles and his hand happens to find your bra which he hurriedly hides under the pillow.

"Yes, but we're going to the salon first to get your haircut," his manager reminds him and flips the duvet open to help him get off the bed.

"You're sleeping naked?" His manager asks.

"I live alone in my own house," he replies aggressively or rather in a slight panic, afraid that he would find out about you or you leave him.

His manager is used to his brash attitude and he's not justifying it, he knows how he is and that his personality is more than just that.

"Get up and shower," his manager orders him then turns to leave the room, not until he remembers something.

He brings two big shopping bags and places them on the bed, "the stylist sends you these!"

"Thank you!" He weakly mutters and gets the bags from him.

"You don't see what's inside, right?"

He purses his lips in confusion, "they're just clothes, right?"

"Y-yeah," Minho stammers but is also relieved that he doesn't know the content of these bags.

Right after his manager gets out of his bedroom, Minho dashes to his closet to find you, he doesn't find you there so the last option will be the bathroom.

You get startled when he pushes the bathroom door open, "I thought you are-" you can't even finish your sentence but clutching your shirt nervously.

He laughs looking at your panicked face and walks up to you to calm you down, hugging you.

"You knew I've been hiding you from my manager?" He asks.

"You're not the only one who ever tries to hide someone in your house," you answer.

The answer takes him aback but he forgets what he was about to ask you as you pull away from him.

"You'd better get ready," you tell him.

He ignores your order and starts undressing you, "you're coming with me,"

You pull your shirt back on while he pulls it off of you, "what if your manager finds out?" You ask in a hushed voice.

"You think my manager likes to watch me showering?" He asks you back.

He's persistent as always and won't hear your rejection, he pulls you inside the stall, then turns on the shower.

In the closet, you watch him get dressed while you pick another shirt of him to borrow for the day.

"Oh, I almost forgot," he suddenly says, he takes two shopping bags and hands them to you.

You put one of the bags on the stool and look inside, you rummaging inside to see if there's something else. You check the other bag but the content is the same.

"They're all undergarments," you say to him, endless supplies of undergarments in various colors and fabrics.

"Yes!" He innocently answers while taking a shirt from its hanger.

"There are no clothes for me to wear," you add.

He fixes the collar of his shirt, "yes," he answers in the same nonchalant way.

"Well, you don't have any problem wearing my clothes," he says with a devilish grin. He likes seeing you perplexed and upset, somehow it makes you even more adorable to him.

You sigh with your shoulders slump, it's too early for you to try to handle his sass.

He approaches you and kisses your forehead first before putting his hands around you, "I'm curious which one you'll be wearing tonight," he whispers.

You glare at him in return, not amused.

"You're so not getting any tonight," you scold him.

He laughs and tightens his hands around you, "I'll be back home soon," he promises with a kiss on your lips and you immediately return it.

"But you say we should finish the box by today," he teases.

"Don't even try!" You nag and watch him leave the room.

It's just another day of work but as he stares down at his lap, at his thigh while he's getting a haircut, something flashes in his mind.

The thought of you rubbing your wet heat on his thigh and trying to get off on it earlier in the shower. He can still feel your delicate flesh on his thigh and your fervent breathing close to his ear.

And your hand wrapped around his cock, gently stroking it for him with the warm water showering both of your bodies.

Minho quickly snaps himself out of his head and gets ahold of himself before he gets himself in trouble by having a visible hard-on against his jeans.

He diverts his attention elsewhere but he always comes back to the thought of you, your smile, your body, your whole presence that turns his life upside down in the best way possible.

He wonders which of his clothes you'll be wearing next.

And that question leads to the ultimate question of which set of undergarments you'll be wearing underneath. And that thought doesn't help him either, he tries to calm himself down once again but failed.

His questions got answered when he comes home and sees you sitting on the sofa, deep in your thought again while staring out at the daylight that slowly fades with every passing second.

You're wearing a grey sweater with dark shorts, both too big for you.

He calls your name but it seems like your head is miles away.

He surprises you by collapsing onto you and burying his head on your chest.

You cradle his head and rake his hair with your fingers, "tired?"

"Mmh," he mumbles his answer.

"Then we'd better order something for dinner," you gently press a kiss on the top of his head, "or you had dinner already?"

He shakes his head and lifts it to look at you, "I miss you," he sincerely says.

"Me too," you say back.

He smiles then brings his lips close to yours and kisses you, a kiss that melts all of his weariness away.

"Let me check on something!" He suddenly says.

"Huh?"

He shot you a smirk, then lifts the hem of your sweater, instead of lifting them higher, Minho put his head inside the sweater and then softly hum as he drinks in the sweet scent of your skin. You chose a lacy bra in sky blue color and he guesses you're wearing the matching underwear as well.

He softly kisses your sternum and leaves a wet trace of his searing kiss, then drags his plush lips down your stomach to also kisses you there.

You giggle with your fingers clawing his shoulders, "that tickles!"

But that only encourages him more, licking the skin around your belly button with a hand tugging at the waistband of your shorts.

"Minho..." you whine his name.

He comes out of your sweater and leans in to kiss you, lying on top of you, holding your face as he kisses you hard.

"Minho..." you call again as he turns aggressive and kisses your neck, nibbling on the skin.

He ignores you again, sucking on the skin on your collarbone so hard you are sure he just made a mark there. He triumphantly smiles looking at the bruising skin and leans in to kiss you again.

You put a hand over his mouth to stop him.

"Minho..." you call his name again with a low sigh.

He looks at you and you are looking somewhere else, he follows to where your eyes looking and finds his manager standing, probably watching him as well for only God knows how long.

Minho takes his manager outside to talk about it, he scolds him the second they're out of your earshot.

"Which part of stay away from her you don't understand?" He snaps.

"I can't believe you've been keeping her in your house for days!"

Minho holds his hands up at him to calm him down, "before you put all the blame on her, I was the one who took her here," he admits.

"Voluntarily?"

Minho nods.

"I'll take responsibility for everything," Minho licks his lips before continuing speaking, "I don't see the big deal of having her here. No one knows she's here."

"But what if someone knew???" His manager snaps again.

"Then I'll-" Minho stammers, he gets it that the decision of taking you here was an impulsive one, he wasn't thinking hard and long enough but he's aware of what it would cause.

"No one knows!" Minho assures him but his voice falters at the end of the sentence.

His manager closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, it's obvious that he's mad but struggling to hold himself down.

He takes a deep breath to begin speaking again, "it's not just about you, Minho."

"Have you ever thought that this will add more to her problems?" His manager asks, forehead creased in anger.

"If this comes out, she'll get more shit a lot than you!"

That's when Minho thinks that you're probably right, he's a snob and self-absorbed. He only thinks of himself, he never thought that this would not only put damage your career but hurt you in the process.

"I didn't mean to-" Minho gets speechless, moreover he has no excuses to justify his action.

"I know, Minho!" His manager says, he understands without him needing to finish his sentence.

"It'll be better if you let her go," his manager mutters to him.

Minho drags his feet back inside, walking with heavy steps but he feels like his feet aren't stepping on concrete either

"Is your manager staying? Because I ordered extra food," you ask as you see him coming your way.

He manages to put on a smile for you, "No, he left," he answers.

"More food for us then!" You unpack packs of food out of the paper bag and spread them out on the dining table.

From the look on his face, you sense that the talk didn't go smoothly.

"He wants me to leave, right?" You nonchalantly say while opening the lids of the food packs.

"No," Minho denies in a heartbeat.

"He's mad but-" Minho can't find any words to say and to be honest, he can't find any solutions as well.

"It's okay, Minho," You hold the headrest of the chair, "you can't keep me here and I can't keep hiding forever," you sadly mutter.

Minho suddenly gets sad that he can't have you here no matter as much as he wants it. He wants to keep you close, cook dinner for you every night, sees you in his clothes every day, and watches you sleep next to him, he gets sad because he can't have all that anymore.

More than that, he wants to offer you his best.

He walks up to you and hugs you from the back, he stays quiet as he takes in the natural scent of your skin. The longer the hands around you gets tighter and tighter, not letting you go.

"I want to protect you," he mutters to you.

You put your hands on him, "I know."

You turn around to face him and look at his moping face that makes you softly chuckle, "here I thought I'll never see a day where you get sad about me leaving,"

He scoffs and pinches your waist in response.

You hold his face with both hands and sigh at how beautiful he is, you run your thumb over his lips before placing a soft kiss.

"You protect me enough," you say to him.

You rest one hand against his chest and feel the thumping of his heart underneath.

"But at the end of the day, it's something that I have to deal myself," you tell him.

He presses his forehead on yours and sighs. He knows this isn't a farewell but he feels like losing you already.

"What if this changes everything?" He asks.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to keep what we have," Minho says.

What he means is this feeling, a feeling that makes him warm inside and gives him reason to live, a feeling that gives him a sense of comfort that he doesn't get anywhere and didn't ask for anything in return, a feeling that is so intense that it hurts him. A feeling that is close to love, or maybe it is, he isn't sure yet.

"And we'll keep what we have," you softly speak to him with a kiss on his cheek, then hold him close as you have never been before.

It seems that you want to put his mind off of things, things that would make him sad.

It shows from the way you touch him, kiss him, and the way you want him, taking his clothes off in the blink of an eye. You're hovering above him in that matching underwear he bought you earlier, the sky blue color looks good on you and it wouldn't be any different if you wear another pair, you will always be beautiful to him. Then you make a long trail of kisses down his body, lick his nipple and continue the kisses down his abdomen.

Your eyes glance up at him with your hand wrapped around his length and gently stroking like his cock isn't hard enough.

He slightly gets up from the bed with a hand reaches for your head and tangles his hand in your hair.

You stick your tongue out to tease his tip, licking the pre-cum on his slit then slowly brings your mouth down his length, slowly until you can take him whole.

You let go with a gasp as a string of saliva dribbled down your chin, "do you like that?"

"Very much," Minho answers with a low voice.

Whatever it is you're doing, you're succeeding in making him forget everything and all he can think about is the pleasure you're giving him with your mouth.

You stop after giving him enough stimulation and crawl to the side of the bed to get a condom, you sit in front of him on the bed.

You rip the foil packet with your teeth and seamlessly do it in one try, "you know what?"

Minho brushes your hair away to keep it from curtaining your face, "yeah?"

You bring your mouth close to his ear, "it's the last one from the box," you show him the condom before putting it on for him.

"Should we crack open another box, mmh?" Minho teases you with a kiss on your shoulder.

You respond with giggles with your eyes focusing on making sure the condom is securely wrapped around him.

You kiss him after you finished, making out in the middle of the while sitting facing each other.

"Do you want me to keep this on or...?" You tug a finger under the strap of your bra, giving him the option of whether to do it with or without your lingerie.

"Keep it on!" He commands.

You obey and crawl to sit on his lap, softly grinding on him while kissing him passionately while Minho gently circles your clit against the fabric of your underwear.

Minho slips a thumb inside your underwear, "this wet for me?"

You nod with a seductive smile.

Knowing how needy you are and he's just as needy, he puts your underwear to the side, aligns his cock with your entrance then guides you down his length.

You grip his shoulders, overwhelmed by the pleasure of being filled by him and humming in delight.

"Mmh... yeah... good," you sigh into his neck.

Minho lets out a loud groan the second you take him whole, gives you a sloppy kiss on the mouth then lets you put your hands around his neck, holding him close.

He uses the opportunity to touch you more, running his hands to whimper at the softness of your skin and kissing it.

You pull away just enough to look at him and groan, "ugh!"

All pout, sulking, and adorable to him.

"What is it?"

"I hate that I became what I hate the most."

He puts a strand of hair to the back of your ear, "and what's that?"

"A cliché."

He tips his head to the side, perplexed.

"That I'm dating my co-star," you give him the full context.

"Ah!" He smiles and puts a hand on the skin between your breasts, "I understand that people can't help but fall for my charms!"

You groan again and roll your eyes at him, "remind me again why I'm here?"

He puts his hands around you and draws you closer, "because it's the only way I can have you for myself," he answers, suddenly turning serious.

"Honestly you wouldn't even be talking to me if I didn't take you here," he says.

He doesn't need your answer to know that he's right. All these times the only way the two of you communicate is through sneers and jeers. The two of you never take time to know each other before all that.

"It's your fault for being such a snob," you lightly punch him on the chest.

"But you like this snob!" He remarks.

"That's on me!" You meekly admit.

He grabs your chin and tilts your head before kissing you, "that's too bad because I like you too."

The eye contact is getting unbearable with his eyes intensely and deeply looking into yours, fiery and unwavering like he is sure about everything in the world.

You kiss him instead and start moving against him, putting your hands around his neck for support.

He eventually takes off your bra and doesn't wait to fondle your breasts, then takes them into his mouth in turns.

It's crazy how easily he can make you high with just a simple touch, it's as if he knows your body better than you do.

He helps you move with his hands gripping each side of your waist as the two of you get close to orgasm.

He calls your name against your lips.

And you call his name with the same desperation in your voice.

You cum around him while Minho bucks into you from under you, seeking his own high.

When he finally did, he holds you close and kisses your open mouth.

As you both reeling from the highs, he stares into your eyes and you stare back at him, in that moment it feels as if you're connected as one, body and soul.

Minho can't sleep even with your body lying close to him, overlapping his body with your head resting on his chest.

The fear of losing you and all these good feelings that made him feel like he's walking on air for the last few days is what keeps him awake.

You stir in your sleep and he sees your eyes fluttering open.

"Did I wake you?"

"Why are you still awake?" You ask him back with your voice heavy with drowsiness.

"Nothing," he brushes your hair endearingly.

You sigh and lean in to kiss him on the lips, "I'll be alright, Minho!" You say when you pull away, then nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck.

How is that enough to assure him? When he knows that the world treating you unfairly. The truth is that everything is a big misunderstanding and you are a misunderstood person. You want to tell your side of the story but no one is willing to listen.

And how can he protect you from this world that keeps treating you like this?

How can he sleep when he knows you've been going through this thing all by yourself?

-

He hugs you for a minute now even though he's already dressed and ready to go, his manager is already waiting in the car outside.

"You will be late!" You remind him.

Minho puts the time he has left into the hug knowing that you'll leave later and won't be here when he comes home.

"Promise me you won't be-"

You shut him up with a kiss, "Is that enough of an answer for you?"

Minho just can't stop thinking that if you leave his house, things will be back to what it once was and he doesn't want that.

He sighs and cups your face in his hands, "don't even try to hide from me," he warns you.

"It's us who have to hide," you correct him.

As much as Minho wants to flaunt his relationship with you, it'll be safer to keep the relationship secret, it's for the sake of the two of you.

You gently push him away by his chest and send him out of the door, "go make a lot of money," then playfully land a slap on his butt.

He shot you a surprised smirk but keep walking to his car, take a long look at you, and tells himself that this is a glimpse of what his future would look like with you.

You're waving bye at him through the window with a smile on your face.

-

Minho has to remind himself to take a breath when he sees you walking down the red carpet looking so captivating.

The dress exposes your beautiful shoulders, tempting him to plant a kiss and maybe mark it too to let everyone know that you're his.

He knows your eyes are secretly looking for his and when they did, he gazes at you with so much want in them.

It's not hard to play dumb around each other but it's hard when you walk past him and he gets to smell your heavenly scent and not do anything, that's what frustrates him the most.

In between the crowds and the blinding lights of the camera, your hands met and he holds it for a few seconds before letting it go with a sly smile on his face.

At the end of the night when he can finally have you for himself again, that's when he feels the most triumphant.

He waits in his car a few feet away from your house and when your car arrives not long after, he gets out to greet you.

You struggle to step out of the car because of the dress and he is more than eager to help you take it off of you.

He takes your hand to help you walk, "what about we order burgers right now?" He suggests.

You take your hand away from him and clutch your coat together, "is it true?"

"What?"

"Is it true?" You raise your voice at him. Your manager comes to calm you down and probably to take the talk inside, you gesture to her to not meddle in.

Minho gets panicked because he has never seen your face contorted in anger like this.

"What is true? What are you asking?" He asks back, completely confused with your question.

"Is it true that you specifically ask the writer to hand me the main role?" You ask with tears pooling in your eyes.

Minho chokes on his breath. He doesn't know how you know but you didn't mean to find out about it. It's not entirely true but not entirely false either.

"I- I can explain," he says.

"Am I a joke to you?" You ask, taking a step forward and sending him take a step back. Your manager holds you back again, grabbing the sleeve of your coat to stop you from going at him.

"I'm not. I didn't mean-" Minho doesn't want you to take everything the wrong way, he wanted to explain but you don't give him a chance.

"You know what Minho?" You roughly wipe your tears but fresh tears come down your cheeks again.

"You once asked me why I dislike you, right?" You ask.

Minho stifles a nod.

"Because you're right!" You let out a breath at the night sky.

"You said that I don't have the talent, not enough to get me the main role," you swallow air to continue speaking, "and now I see why. And that you're right!"

Minho didn't remember saying it but it hurts him that his words brought a lot of pain on you, it feels like the happiness slowly being sucked out of him until there's nothing left in him.

"Are you happy now that your words turn out right?" Your tears keep rolling down your face no matter how much you wipe them with the back of your hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeatedly says because he is at a loss for words but he feels all the pain that you're feeling.

"Let me explain!"

"STOP PITYING ME! I'M NOT YOUR CHARITY CASE!" you scream at him.

Your manager holds you back by putting her hands around you, whispering words to calm you down.

You break down into her arms, crying and sobbing uncontrollably.

"I am sorry," he says for the umpteenth time.

His manager grabs his elbow, "Minho, let's just go!"

"But I-" he watches as your manager drags you inside.

"I need- I need to explain everything to her," he stammers.

His manager leads him back to his car, "not today, Minho. We're drawing attention," he says to him.

Minho is once again left alone on his own to contemplate what he did and what he said, how he brought doom to himself.

Minho realizes that it's the first time in his life that he feels something real, not just some piece of fiction he plays for a role.

But he can't help but think that his life started to feel like a movie and he came to the part where the main character got destroyed by his own choices, in other means he hates this part the most. His only wish is that someone somewhere would shout "Cut!" So everything can go back to normal.

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What If Monkey Y/N was like the beldam she fell in love with the Monkey king and would make her world fit what his ideals would be and if he wants to stay forever she'll just put buttons in his eyes.

Oh Dangerous monkey Beldam (Y/N) Who's a little Delusional due to loneliness.

(Lmk Wukong) Man it's been tough on Wukong lately. After the search for the samahi fire, the whole being possessed thing and fighting lady bone demon! Yeah he was If exhausted mentally and physically. It's been a few months since then and now their was a minor issue. Tang has brought up that stray men have been Disappearing all over the city. It sounded Suspicious But he didn't think too much on it into a Mysterious doll that looked creepily like him Was discovered by one of the baby monkeys. And with it a just as strange key

(MK Reborn Wukong) Man, he is getting Sick Of It All being disrespected, being insulted, Being told what to do is just not for him. This is not what he signed up for and he hates it. He heard some rumors going around about men disappearing all over the village And he was slightly worried about his master until Fruity found a doll that looked exactly like him It came with a monkey shaped key too.

(Nezha Reborn Wukong) This old man has seen alot but he's never seen anything like this. Li has informed him that men have been Disappearing from downtown. This Was starting to be a problem Because a lot of them were husbands Grief stricken wives appeared on television every day begging for their husbands so come home. Nobody knows what happens Therefore nobody can get closure. Wukong and Li felt bad for the Wives then one night As Wukong Hung out by himself a mysterious package was dropped off at the Garage. when Wukong opened it It was doll version of himself And with it was a key.

(HIB Wukong) Wukong has been listening to Pigsy and Liuer panic about the village men that have been going missing. Wukong Thought the 2 were making a big deal out of nothing They're going to be just a coincidence. Some people are just moving away to other villages. It happens all the time. It's fine. Reassures them that everything will blow over and a little while. But one night as he was Was relaxing by himself he comes across a doll version of himself And a strange monkey shape key.

(Netflix Wukong) He had been hearing rumors about what's been going on in the village. Men have been disappearing left and right both humans and demons. Lin Also had been Bringing it up to him as the disappearances have been getting out a hand. She's worried that he'll be the next go missing. Of course monkey king was confident that whatever is happening won't Happen to him.oh how right Lin was when A doll version of him and a key appeared next to his home one day.

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[v-anrouge]

i almost never draw men despite being a gay homosexual fruity man so genderbends just really tickle my pickle however twst fans are so egregiously bad at doing genderbends??? do. people just think genderbends are longer hair, boobs, and an hourglass figure? fem!vil would not just be vil but with allat YOU WANKERS RAAAGGHHHHH. vil is feminine because hes a MAN and is breaking out of the norms of being a man. his femininity is crucial to his identity as a man. whatever he may be, he'll always be gnc, because the whole point about him is that he DESPISES stereotypical expectations of gendered presentation. he owns his masculinity while also being comfortable in his femininity. so if vil were a woman she'd have short hair, dress in typically masculine clothes, call herself a king-- fuck, vil would probably use he/him pronouns. all that wouldn't negate fem!vil's identity as a woman because her womanhood is based off being her truest self, of embracing the energy that makes her, her, even if it isn't stereotypically feminine, and breaking out of the norms is what gives her power and comfort in her identity. her womanhood IS breaking out of the confines that shackle women to this paragon of submissive perfection. it makes me mad when people waste the potential of genderbends especially since gender can add different and interesting nuance to a character given how the concept itself can shape and affect people's lives on the whole. not to mention, women are often given more shit for doing the exact same thing men do so it'd be interesting to see these characters changed to adapt to that. more people might be anti's of fem!vil than of og!vil. call her a manhater and a feminist that's weakening society and so much more horrible shit because every weak man just NEEDS to drag a strong woman down and humble her and though og!vil is already headstrong, full of confidence, and ready to give anyone shit, fem!vil would have to build her resilience even more against the raging misogyny she'd receive. she knows just how much the world hates women and gnc people like her and that's what motivates her even more to destroy society's narrowminded perception of gender. and you just know how butch women aren't even perceived as women by many members of the queer community-- she's a woman, and she's butch, masculine, etc etc and you'll know it. she won't take shit from both heteronormative people AND prejudiced queer people.

maybe im just speaking yappanese because twst doesn't really have the history of misogyny and sexism as the real world does however there is proof that there is toxic gender norms where we can see the toxic masculinity from the real world being reflected in epel so id take that as an indicator that we may share similarities in some of their societies.

anyhow point is that if you genderbend gnc characters like vil to just be the stereotypical representation of the gender you're bending tjem to, you're the person they hate the MOST. you're putting them in the box they DESPISE because you refuse to see all the effort they've put into their non-conforming identity and seeing them as nothing more than what you expect from them-- perceiving them in the constricting standard they're fighting to break. STOP MAKING ALL FEM!CHARACTERS SHORTER AND THINNER AND MORE CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE YOU SCAT STAINS!!!!! WHILE A PART OF WOMANHOOD AND UNDESERVING OF HATE, ITS NOT THE PARAGON OF WOMANHOOD BECAUSE THERE IS NO STANDARD TO IT AND TO DEPICT ALL FEM!CHARACTERS AS A MONOLITH OF THE SORT IS AN INJUSTICE TO THEM AS A WHOLE!!! you want a girlboss but can't even do girlbosses right what makes you think you can handle girlfailures or girldisasters OR GIRLINSANITY. women are not there for you to draw them pretty. they can be just as complex as their masc counterparts if not more than in some scenarios.

like fem!jamil would be even more tragic. fem!riddle too. fem!leona too. not to say that they aren't already full of existing nuance because they ARE and it's GREAT but fem characters are just so full of heart wrenching potential AND NO ONE TAKES IT UP RAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH

anyways im not even a girl kisser but i would kiss fem!rook because i fucking love it when girls are unfiltered and creepy and off-putting and disturbing and covered in blood. maybe im bisexual. who knows.

also i just think fem!malleus would be super cool like ahagha girllll you're SO autistic and strange and frightening pleasseeee talk to me about gothic architecture while i explode.

ANON U ATE LIKE HIGHKEY OH MY GOD PLEASE IM PUTTINGTTHIS IN THE MAIN TAG

i never quite understood why i always disliked vil genderbents specifically until like some time ago that i realized the reason i hated it it's because the way people draw it (hyperfemme) doesn't make sense for vil's character, it doesn't make sense that vil, as a man would dress feminine to fight gender roles yet if he was a woman that wouldn't happen and she would still be dressing feminine. genderbents r such an :/ topic because most ppl that make them take the characters make them shorter, skinnier, puts then in tight short clothes, gives them long hair makeup and idk man it always puts me off like being a woman is way more than that and despite the fact a lot of women do present themselves that way, making EVERY character be like that is just idk it FEELS wrong. i feel like most genderbents r just copy and pastes of the same gender roles slapped into a character carelessly just because and honestly it fucking sucks

[langdhon]

THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE. repost , do not reblog.

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE . 5'11" tall and slim built, toned. Rosy skin tone and strawberry blond, wavy hair that he always keeps at upper back length. He rejects the striking resemblance with Tate he has when his hair is cut short and, due to that, curly. Strong jawline, hooded eyes, plump lips, his face is also almost symmetrical. He enhances his piercing blue eyes with that signature eyeshadow he always wears, red being a perfect contrast to bring out the blue even more. While four or five (verse dependent) rings adorn his fingers, Michael doesn't wear any other jewelry. The only accessoire you'll frequently see on him is a silk scarf, either black or red; speaking of which, you won't see him wear any other colors. If we talk makeup, he also uses eyebrow pencil to give them a little more shape, otherwise the blond brows would go under. He tends to don elegant attire that comes with a gothic touch, though never too scene-like, so you're left guessing whether he's one of those people or just happens to dress similar to them. You won't see him wear sneakers or sandals ever. Usually boots, ankle boots or horseman's boots in slightly varying styles. However, he defies cliches with details about his appearance and wants to catch the attention when he enters a room. Also noteworthy, he simpers/smiles a lot because even if there's no explicit reason for him to be delighted, this way you still can guess he's got some mischief on his mind that entertains himself alone. And others around are left wondering what type of person he is; super stern or a little shit? The answer is: both.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE . musky but sweet, because he prefers sweet scents overall, none as penetrating as the aftershave a lot of men seem to bathe in. If you know what I mean. He uses perfume, mostly unisex fragrances and with preference for fruity rather than flowery, although vanilla is his weakness and it'll likely be in the mix. Sometimes he'll smell a touch of fresh blood, depending on the situation you catch him in, or leather if he got himself a new fancy leather coat. If you're a witch, for example, who can smell souls like Misty Day can... he'll reek of death and decay. It's up to how your own soul is coded whether you like this or not.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE . I don't know what humans taste like in the sensual sense, but since he has a thorough skincare routine which includes body oils after a bath or lotions, he's likely to taste sweet? His breath/mouth will taste either minty, or of whatever he just ate/drank.

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE . Michael doesn't have a deep voice, neither is it uncomfortably high-pitched. Usually his tone of voice is on the softer side, velvety as I like to describe it more often than not; as if he's trying to coax you into doing something with every word. Even if he's talking about completely trivial things. Depending on his mood or the topic, there's also a wee lilt of amusement swinging along. His laughter sounds boyish, definitely less soft than his speaking tone and a tad deeper. But if you don't know him? You'll likely think it's mockery when he laughs, that he laughs at you specifically, although this might not even be the case. He rarely yells. When he does, though, the softness is all gone from his voice; self-explanatory. Idk if it's noteworthy, but Michael should never sing because he would keep missing tones and if he'd sing very loudly, his voice would likely crack sinde he has 0 exercise. Whenever he gets nervous or irritated, he'll tend to stammer. So when he tries to uphold a confident mask during a moment causing him stress, his speech will likely rat him out. In moments where his demonic side flickers through (black eyes, bone white skin etc), his voice will sound doubled with the second being much deeper. There'll also be an echo, no matter how big or small the room is; unnatural. That happens seldom, though, and shouldn't be the first thing anyone notices when meeting him.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE . his body temperature is higher by default, almost feverish. So yes, his touch feels extremely warm, feverish. He has overall super soft skin, his hair is described in canon literally as feeling like silk, too. You see his hands, feel them, and just know he's never bent a finger for any hard work. He heals from injuries, so you won't feel any scarring either on him. If we talk what he feels like as in his presence as such? You'll either feel drawn to him because to your deepest core he represents the key to all things you always wanted but never dared to even mention, or you'll feel highly uncomfortable around him because his presence tells your primal instincts he's danger. Of course neither has to apply, it really depends on the person, because his presence can as well feel like that of someone you might know from somewhere but can't pinpoint where from. People who befriended him, people he actually loves and who love him, tend to feel safe by merely being near him. He can keep you safe, after all, and something deep within knows that once you're close with him. But he can also demolish you at any moment.

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[so-called-yokai]

don't take drinks from strange men in bars. or do. i'm not your dad.

Okay, so this got a bit longer than I intended it to, but that's fine. It's also pretty open-ended at the, uh... end because this is -- and I cannot stress this enough -- not tcest, and I couldn't decide how to close it properly because it's 9am and I haven't slept yet. :D If the adhd allows, I'd like to write a couple follow-ups, one for each disaster twin.

(Inspired by this post by @khayalli [and written with her blessing!] because it's been living in my head rent-free for days now.)

NOT TCEST NOT TCEST NOT TCEST

The bass thumps heavily enough for Eshra to feel it in his bones, and he closes his eyes to let the music wash over him… and maybe to give his sensitive vision a break from the pulsing pink and purple and blue lights bathing the club, thematic though it is. He huffs a silent laugh to himself. Valentine's Day, and here he is, whiling away the night at a yokai nightclub. His date? The half-drunk, rainbow-hued, fruity concoction in front of him, handed over by the bartender when Eshra asked for 'the strongest, gayest thing you've got'.

Never let it be said that service around here was lacking. Even with his eyes closed, Eshra's pretty sure he can feel the room spinning a little, and he's only halfway done.

Something tingles at the edge of his senses then, and if he were just a little more sober, he might have recognized it as his trouble-sense pinging a bright red warning. He is not, however, so he just opens his eyes to find he's no longer alone at his little corner table with its semi-sheltering veil of decorative greenery.

Seated in front of him are a pair of men. No, turtles. Turtle-men? Eshra blinks once. Not even close to the weirdest thing he's seen in the Hidden City, so he brushes it off and takes them in more completely. They're about his own age, which surprises him a little, and share similar builds to each other: tall and broad across the shoulders, but not bulky like the meathead gargoyles that so often make a pass at him on nights like this. No, they're built in a way that makes Eshra's mouth water, although he'd never admit it. Not this early in the game. The one on the left -- the one with the crescent-shaped red markings over his eyes -- wears a fur-edged bomber jacket, a thick leather collar with a heart-shaped ring, and a blue bandana across his eyes. The one on the right also has a bandana, although his is purple and covers his entire head, on top of which is perched a pair of techy-looking goggles. The t-shirt he's got on looks like it's at least a size too small for him, and if that wasn't done on purpose, Eshra will eat his non-existent shoe.

Both turtles are sporting identical, slightly unnerving smirks, their eyes gleaming with a dangerous sort of mischief, and the blue one pushes a glass in Eshra's direction. It's glowing in a way that drinks should probably not be glowing, even down here, and Eshra flicks his eyes between it and its bestowers, lifting one brow ridge. His trouble-sense is blaring a klaxon now, but all that does is tell him that tonight might not be such a lost cause after all.

"Couldn't help but notice you lookin' a little lonely over here," Blue says, his voice smooth and his tone charming in a way that should probably be more alarming than it is. Purple says nothing, simply watching Eshra like a hungry predator, and the so-called-yokai feels a pleasant shiver go down his spine. He would happily let either one of them devour him, he decides, and so he leans forward, resting his elbows on the tabletop and lacing his fingers together so he can prop his chin on them. His lids drop low over his eyes, and under the table he flicks his tail forward to brush its feathery tuft against someone's leg. Purple jumps a little, and Eshra's muzzle curves into a smirk of its own.

"And you're offering to help with that," he coos, sweet as can be, his eyes darting between them. It's not a question.

"Thought we might," Blue replies. He's obviously the face-man of the pair… of brothers, Eshra realizes, subtly scenting the air. Their scents are similar in a way that suggests a biological relation, and he resists the urge to cluck his tongue in disappointment. No menage for him tonight. That's all right; either one of these decidedly untrustworthy turtles would be a treat all on his own.

Eshra shifts to rest his chin in his right palm, so he can reach for the glowing drink with his left hand, deliberately and not-at-all subtly letting his clawed fingers brush against Blue's, which are still resting on the rim of the glass. The turtles have three digits on their hands just like he does, he notes absently, unsure why that random little tidbit pleases him so much. It's not something to worry about, though, not when Blue's smirk spreads even wider at the contact, and not when Purple is suddenly watching him so intently that Eshra is sure his feathers will combust under the heat of that gaze. There's a challenge in their eyes.

Fuck it.

Eshra takes the drink and tosses it back inelegantly, uncaring that a few drops escape to slide down his chin and trace his throat. He can practically feel the turtles' gazes following the path of those glowing droplets, and he's pretty sure he hears one of them swallow thickly. Lowering his chin again, he brings one hand to it to wipe away a stray drop with his thumb, touching the pad with the tip of his tongue and never letting his eyes leave theirs.

It works fast, whatever was in that drink, sending heat racing along Eshra's veins until it pools low in his belly. He lifts his crest a few degrees in silent question -- not that it's a language either turtle can translate -- and can't help but give an all-over quiver. He knows they see it; Purple isn't even trying to hide his smug expression.

Suddenly it's like every sense is in overdrive. The music is a hungry, primal thing in his ears, and he's sure he can feel his heart pounding in rhythm with it. He can pick out every small detail he missed before on his first examination of the brothers: the creases in Blue's brow that belies that hasn't-a-care smirk, the large starburst-shaped scar peeking out from the top of Purple's bicep-length glove, the way both their teeth look sharper than he first guessed. He can smell sweat, cologne, motor oil, and something underneath all of it that he just knows will imprint itself on his brain, something intrinsically them. The heat in his gut is a living thing now, gripping him in iron talons, refusing to be denied.

Smoothly, because the game is still afoot and it wouldn't do to forfeit his position by tripping over his own feet, Eshra slides out of his chair and moves to stand near Purple's elbow, looking down at the both of them, letting them read the invitation in his eyes before he voices the question aloud.

"Your place or mine?"

[bloodofgrapes]

I’m so obsessed with the way you draw nrmt ;-; You draw them like actual men… it’s a huge problem among aa fans where one of the two of them (usually edgeworth) gets written or drawn as a tiny long-eyelashed hairless submissive twink and it’s like. They’re Grown Men. And no one will ever be able to convince me that edgeworth would let his guard down/let go of his control-freakiness enough for some of the shit he’s portrayed as doing lmfao 🫣 I’m certain a big part of it is that you’re gay and You Get It lmao.. I’ve sent you way too many asks in the past few days and i’m sorry if it’s weird but idk you’re my fav ace attorney artist and i appreciate you sm

Alrighty, finally free enough to tackle this anon. So, before I say anything, I want to preface this with my belief that there’s no right or wrong interpretation of a character in fandom—I love to see the immense variety of ways that characters are depicted, and I think it’s fascinating to get to see through the lens that people view them. What I will be talking about in this ask though, is my (and clearly anon’s) personal preference. I just wanted to get that out of the way, because I would be very unhappy if people read this and thought that I judge any interpretation of the characters I spend much of my time talking about on the hellsite.

With that out of the way, I do agree with you anon. I’ve hesitated to answer asks like this in the past (you’re not the first to say this), but you have put it in a way that I think fits how I feel about them. I am a gay man—I love men in any shape or form they come in, but I truly adore masculinity. Hairy belly and ass, boxy builds, square jaws and hands, receding hairlines, deep voice, the works. This is not to say that these characteristics cannot also be feminine, but I am approaching this in the context of speaking about male characters, and the things I enjoy from them—but make no mistake, I love effeminate men just as much, especially in the variety of ways that they can manifest.

Which is a good lead in to something I have always loved about Edgeworth, from the first time I played these games nearly twenty years ago: Edgeworth has always struck me as inherently traditionally masculine, even in spite (or perhaps because) of his more flamboyant tastes, such as wearing a bold pink suit, jabot, preference for frilly things and flowers, etc. He’s not what any boomer would call a man’s man, but I feel like a lot of fandom overlooks that he’s barrel chested, deep voiced, stoically cold, and prone to masking or outright shutting down his emotions. As a gay man these traits really resonate with me—I embody many of the same things, while also having a certain air of “fruitiness”, if you will.

I’m in my mid-thirties, and while I believe it’s never too late to have heroes or feelgood characters, it’s a little unusual for me to have a character that makes me feel “seen”, at least in the way he does. Being a trans man specifically, I’ve spent much of my life grappling with the inherent masculinity and femininity I was born with, so it’s always been a comfort to me (even if I didn’t quite realize it when I was younger) to see a man that sacrificed absolutely none of his masculinity while wearing frills and a bright pink suit. So I love depictions of him (and Phoenix, because I think he’s viewed not dissimilarly in this fandom) that lean away from the typical shiny smoothness of most anime, and more into making them standard 30-something males. As I said in the first paragraph of this, it's all personal preference, there’s no right or wrong way to vibe with these characters, but I appreciate you anon, because I do think that we’re in a very small minority in this fandom, and while that’s not a bad thing by any means, it’s nice to see a kindred spirit <3

[mickimomo]

A Crack Ship Snippet

M'Baku × Everett × Namor

I have no idea how I feel about this cardboard ship I built, lol. I tend to be on the ship, and sometimes, I get off. Anyways. Like always. The discord boosted my head up, and I did it. 🫶🏾 Here's a picture of all of us. 🤣 nsfw-ish fanfic

It all started with a request to the bartender as Everett settled on the stool.

"Ah. Hey? Do you guys have any foreign liquors or-"

"Of course, the only white man in all of Wakanda would come up and ask for something foreign." The bartender scoffed.

"Well there's Bucky-"

"The White Wolf does not ask for something from abroad."

Ross opened his mouth for a moment before sighing. "I'm sorry. Do you have any suggestions or recommendations...?"

"You look like a fruity drink with an umbrella kind of guy."

"Ah-"

"Am I right?"

"Well- not fully. I do enjoy a Jameson on the rocks from time to time-"

"Oh manly. Such a manly man with his Irish whiskey." He scoffed.

"So you do have foreign liquor-?"

"You're in Wakanda! We are an advanced nation! Of course we have foreign liquor!" The man frowned. "But why would you come to Wakanda and order something you can get anywhere in the world instead of getting something you can only get here?"

"I- uh- I didn't think-"

"Oh, calm down, colonizer. I'll make you something nice." The bartender chuckled as he stopped polishing a shot glass and set it down in front of him. "Let's get some Wakandan vodka in you while I work on that, mm?"

"Sounds like a plan." He offered a small smile.

"Good." They poured him a shot. "This stuff right here is incredible. We call it the Heart of Wakanda."

Everett eyed the clear liquor. "Why?"

"It's made with the dead leaves of the heart-shaped herb."

"Is that safe for me to drink?"

"Yes. I'm not out here handing out mugs of absinthe." He chuckled. "Drink." He gestured to the glass.

Everett eyed the glass skeptically before picking it up and downing it.

It had a bitterness that rivaled cough syrup and black licorice, causing him to choke and nearly gag as it raced down his throat.

"Are you sure that isn't absinthe!?"

"I'm sure."

"That was awful." He groaned.

The bartender chuckled. "Don't worry. The next drink will be better."

"Ugh." He groaned as he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Do you have any citrus slices? Preferably an orange?"

He was slid a tangerine and watched the bartender start working on his drink with a sigh.

This wasn't exactly what he had asked for, but it would do.

He grabbed the fruit up and began to pick at it, eager to cleanse his palette.

That is until a large hand smacked his back before sliding around to squeeze his shoulder.

"What are you doing over here by yourself, colonizer?"

Ross sighed when he recognized the Jabari king's voice moments after being hit with a wave of his cologne. "Hiding from you."

"Hiding from me?" He chuckled before pulling away to sit beside him. "You are one of the only two white men in Wakanda right now. You cannot hide from me without leaving the nation."

"Well, I'm a wanted man, so I can't leave."

"Then you cannot hide." He grinned.

"He could always come to Talokan."

They both turned to look at Namor, who had chosen to sit on the opposite side of the dazed American.

"You would let a colonizer into Talokan?"

"He is an ally. However, I would not hesitate to kill him if he caused any issues." He offered a warm smile to the Jabari king before looking down at Everett. "But you wouldn't give me a reason to need to kill you, right?"

Everett parted his lips in shock before refocusing on his tangerine. "No!" He frowned. "I have no idea why either of you are talking to me." He huffed as he began to pick at the fruit's skin. "I'm off the clock. There's no need to be near me."

"I can go wherever I wish. This is Wakanda." M'Baku nudged him. "If I wish to annoy you while you pout over a tangerine, I will."

"I am not pouting."

"Then why are you struggling to peel it?" Namor arched a brow as his eyes began to darken. "Do you have enslaved people to peel them for you?"

"Enslaved what-? No!" Everett panicked under the god king's gaze. "I'm just used to eating chopped fruit from the store. Where employees chop up the fruit and sell it or a business sells pre-chopped fruit... or processed fruit cups...and have you ever been to a grocery store?"

Namor shook his head slowly.

"I need to show you a picture of one or a video. They're really nice. I think you'd like it and-"

"-you're rambling."

His face burned in embarrassment. "Sorry."

The king turned his head before looking to the bartender. "Give me whatever you gave him." He pointed at the empty shot glass.

"Me too." M'Baku raised a hand as the bartender abandoned the cocktail shaker he was shaking.

Everett fumbled with the tangerine as the two men were served their shots of liquor.

M'Baku took it with ease and Namor took it with a low grunt.

Both were better than his suppressed retching and cries for citrus.

It was hard not to feel insecure when sitting between them.

They were attractive.

Big.

Strong.

Revered.

Wise.

And he was....

not.

The two big men watched him struggle in silence until he managed to break the skin of the fruit with his short, blunt nails. He peeled off the peel with skilled fingers before inspecting the naked fruit. He pulled a wedge from the veined sphere and popped it into his mouth before glancing up at the two kings.

They were both watching him intently.

He furrowed his eyebrows after swallowing. "Oh...uh...did you guys...want a slice?" He held another wedge up and glanced between them.

Namor grabbed his wrist and pulled it close before he ate it out of his hand.

Everett could only stare as the king chewed.

"What.... why did you do that...?"

Namor looked at him. "You offered it."

"To place it in your hand."

"It is not an offense to be fed. Is it?"

"Well no... but it's awkward."

M'Baku arched a brow. "You're just sharing food."

"Maybe I'm thinking too hard about it."

"Well feed me. I can make it awkward."

"No! Feed yourself."

"Come on. Don't tell me the little mouse is scared."

"I'm not scared."

"Then feed me."

"I will if you promise not to make it weird."

"Make it weird?"

"No moaning or anything strange."

"You have to earn my moans." M'Baku chuckled. "I do not moan for free."

"Good." Everett exhaled before grabbing another wedge and holding it out to the Jabari king. "Here."

He ate it out of his hand before inspecting his empty shot glass. "Mm. This really cuts the bitterness." He murmured.

"Yeah." Everett fed himself another wedge. "I originally wanted an orange, but a tangerine works pretty well." He fed Namor another before working on pulling another wedge free. "It's better than the cuties and halos I used to grab at the store."

"What are those?" Namor arched a brow as he watched Ross feed M'Baku another wedge.

"Genetically modified fruits. They have soft skin, so that it's easier to peel."

"Oh. Is that why you struggled?" He arched a brow before grabbing his hand to inspect his nails.

"Maybe."

"Your hands are very soft and scar-free." He furrowed his eyebrows as he trailed a thumb over his palm.

"Well, I'm not a warrior. I was a pilot before I became an agent." He shrugged. "We use guns. Not spears."

"Which is why you are weak and fragile."

"Well, if we had vibranium bullets. I think we'd give you a run for your money."

"And that is why I despise the surface world." Namor let go of his hand before asking the bartender for another shot.

"What? Because we don't use spears and fists?!"

"Because you are greedy and destructive."

"Says the man who wants to burn the surface world to ground-"

"-because you are greedy and destructive!"

"Well, riddle me this, what came first? The chicken or the egg!?" Ross frowned as he watched the bartender pour the king another shot.

"God."

"That wasn't an option!"

"But it is true."

Ross puffed his cheeks in frustration as the king downed the shot before taking his last tangerine wedge.

"You're difficult."

"And you're easy."

Ross rolled his eyes. "I don't know how you're drinking that stuff like it's water."

"I like it. It's different." He shrugged before looking at the glass. "I wonder how it's made."

"The Heart of Wakanda is made in the Temple of Bast." M'Baku offered.

"Really?"

"Yeah." M'Baku nodded. "It's made similarly to vodka, where you ferment a grain pulp. But, the dead leaves of the heart-shaped herb are incorporated during fermentation." He looked up to see Namor and Everett listening intently, slightly flustered by his own intellectual gushing. "My cousin oversees the process. That's why I know so much." He offered a small smile.

"Oni?" Everett tilted his head.

"Yeah." He smiled. "Production stopped after Killmonger burned all of our plants, and Oni was cast into exile. So, now that she is back and the plants are flourishing again, we have the Heart of Wakanda back."

"Literally and figuratively." Everett offered as he recalled just how important the vessel of Bast was to the people of Wakanda.

"Mhm." He nodded.

"Does each Tribe of Wakanda have their own special liquor?"

"Kind of." M'Baku smiled. "There are several liquors made here in Wakanda. We have plum wines, other fruit wines, and floral wines. Herbal vodkas." He wiggled his shot glass. "Creamy liquors, which come from the Jabari Lands. There's so much... I couldn't possibly list them all."

"Hm." Everett nodded before looking to the talokanil king. "What about Talokan?"

"We have a variety as well...some from our ancestors and newer ones we've had to cultivate in our new home." He offered a warm smile. "We have one made with fermented maize. One with kelp. And sweeter liquors made from cocoa, chilies, or fruit."

"Really?"

"Yes. We usually go for something thick with heat so that it keeps you warm. Talokan is cold because it is so far below." His eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke of his kingdom. "But we wash it down with something sweet and creamy so that your mouth isn't burning from the chilies."

"Sounds good."

"I'll have to bring some liquor back next time. It is quite delicious."

"I'll have to bring something from the mountains as well."

Everett nodded before smiling as the bartender slid him three drinks.

"Alright." The man leaned against the counter. "I figured I'd treat you to a little drink tour, since no one's really given you a taste of Wakanda in terms of liquor." He pointed a finger at the first drink. "Here's a plum margarita. They're made with Wakandan grown plums that are gathered by the Temple of Bast. It's sweet, fruity, floral, and refreshing." He hummed before circling a finger over it. "Rimmed with salt and garnished with thyme." He moved his hovering finger over the second drink. "This drink is called the Melon Trifecta. It's named after a popular icee flavor sold here in Wakanda. It features three different melons by layering liquor-based slushies. I think you'll like it. It kinda looks like a rainbow sorbet. But three different melons." He huffed before pointing at the last drink. "This last one is called the First Sunrise of Wakanda. Basically centering around the first sunrise after Bashenga united Wakanda. It's got the Heart of Wakanda in it diluted with fruity syrups of different densities. Creating the perfect ombre." He clapped his hands together. "Enjoy."

"Thanks!" Everett smiled before looking at his drinks with glee. He grabbed the first drink, took a sip, and grinned. "Wow. That's good." He slid it to M'Baku. "Try it."

He took a sip before nodding in approval as he slid it to Namor. "I told you, the plums are phenomenal."

Namor nodded in agreement as he took a sip. "The salt keeps it from being too sweet."

"Yeah." Everett grinned before grabbing the second drink and taking a sip. "Ok. This is the best thing I've ever had in my entire life."

"We need to take you to the icee place in the market area then." M'Baku snorted.

"It doesn't taste like fake fruit or candy. It literally tastes like melons." The American gushed as he took another sip.

"Welcome to Wakanda."

Namor pulled the glass away once he managed to suck half of the drink away through a straw, ignoring the small man's pout.

The king took a sip before nodding and offering it to M'Baku.

He shook his head. "I don't really like melons. They taste like sweet cucumbers."

Everett chuckled. "They don't taste like sweet cucumbers."

"Yes, they do, and that's why I don't eat melons."

"Well, you could try it."

"And still hate it."

"It tastes good to me." He hummed as he plucked his cup from Namor's hand and took a sip.

"Well, let's see if it's better with you." M'Baku grabbed his jaw and pushed his tongue into his mouth.

His tongue was cool and tasted strongly of plums. A tangy sweetness that cut through the sweet and refreshing melon liquor that floated in his mouth.

Before he could swallow, M'Baku robbed him of his drink before breaking the kiss with a soft hum.

Namor caught the cup as he dropped it and took another sip as Ross slowly came back to his senses and smacked at the chuckling king.

"Wha- hey! You drank my drink out of my mouth- and then you kissed me!" His voice went up three octaves as he finished the sentence.

"Maybe I do like melons." He ignored him.

"What!? Wait- really?" He smiled. "See. I told you it was good."

"Mhm."

Namor grabbed him by the jaw. "I want to try it too."

"Huh-"

"Sip."

"What? No. I'm not a shot glass."

Namor sighed and put down the glass before crushing their lips together.

Ross was stunned.

How drunk were they!?

And why wasn't anyone saying anything about them making out at the bar!?

Was this the norm!?

His train of thought was broken as the king's tongue slipped into his mouth.

His face burned as he kissed back shyly.

This wasn't supposed to happen, but he didn't hate it.

The king was even allowing him to pull him closer.

His breath hitched as M'Baku pulled him back by his hair, ending their kiss with a sting that made him moan.

"Look at you." He huffed. "You can't reward him so quickly, Fish man. He must work for it."

Namor scoffed. "Fine. Let's finish these drinks then."

The Jabari king released the silver-haired man. "Alright."

Everett was so red, it wasn't even funny.

But, if they wanted to play.

He could play.

Everett gently plucked the melon trifecta cup from Namor's hand again before finishing the drink. Namor shook his head before watching him grab the third drink.

"Perhaps you should slow down." He offered.

"While sitting with you two? No thanks."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm tired of feeling tense." Everett groaned as he lifted the drink. "I'm trying to get as loose as fucking possible."

"If you wanted to relax, all you had to do was ask." M'Baku chuckled as he sipped on his abandoned plum margarita. "I wouldn't mind helping."

"I literally came to the bar to get away, and the two of you hunted me down anyways." He frowned. "This is as close to a getaway as I'm going to get."

Namor laughed softly. "I think I enjoy your honesty when you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk. I'm just a little buzzed."

"What's the difference?"

He twirled a finger in the air. "Shit isn't spinning yet."

Namor hid his smile behind his hand. "Yet."

"I wonder if that'll be too strong for you." M'Baku tilted his head as he examined the third drink. "Most people can't endure more than one shot worth of the Heart of Wakanda."

"Aj K'uk'ulkan did."

"I know you did not just try to compare yourself to the fish man."

"They call it liquid courage for a reason." He smiled. "I can take anything. Maybe I'm super powerful, too."

The two kings watched him take two gulps of the sunrise drink before he had to put his head down in defeat.

That drink had definitely humbled him.

He hadn't really paid it much mind before, but the room was definitely getting hotter the more he drank, and his vision was slowly becoming altered.

Was the world spinning now?

He peeked up before squeezing his eyes shut.

Fuck.

It was.

The room was sweltering hot, and everything kinda had a pinkish purple aura that sparkled too.

Well.

He peeked up again.

Only M'Baku and Namor sparkled.

And why were they staring at him like that?

Were they drunk or buzzed?

Or did they want another kiss?

Fuck.

Why did they look so handsome?

Handsome?

His mind was spinning and fuzzy, almost as if Cupid had stabbed him in the back when he wasn't looking.

Maybe cupid had, because why else would he want to crawl into M'Baku's lap and beg him to see if melons tasted gross if it was in his mouth again?

What other reason could have him eager to snog Namor?

"Oh fuck." He groaned as he felt pants grow tight at the idea.

He needed to calm down.

Maybe get out?

Touch some grass?

Feel the cold air outside of this crowded place.

M'Baku would probably entertain the idea for a good laugh, but Namor would definitely kill him if they went further than drunk kissing.

At the end of the day, he was just an advisor to the Wakandan council who specialized in American politics and the ploys of the outside world.

There could never be anything.

Not even an experimental fling.

His eyes stung with tears at the thought.

This was beginning to feel frustrating.

He was touch starved and in dire need of relief.

But no one would ever give it here.

Shit, he could hardly get anything back in the States since his divorce.

"Damn it." He mumbled as a few tears fell down his face.

"Are you crying?" Namor blinked at the white man.

"No." Everett hid his face as the god king tried to catch a peek.

"So you're an emotional drunk?" M'Baku chuckled.

"No."

"Then why are you crying?"

"I doon't want to taaalk abouut it." He huffed.

"That acted faster on you than I thought it would." The Jabari king rubbed his back before finishing off the margarita. "Hang in there, little mouse."

"Fuck you. I'm perfectly fine."

"Don't be rude. You are sitting amongst kings." Namor yanked his head up by his hair. "Even if you're drunk, you should act respectfully."

The sting up his hair being pulled was delightful, pulling a soft moan from his lips before he smacked away his hand.

"Don't touch me."

"You moaned." He stated as he looked him over.

"Yeah. Well. Everything looks pink and sparkly, and I'm a little buzzed." Ross huffed. "So, it didn't mean anything. Just like those tipsy ass kisses."

"I told you." M'Baku chuckled. "You're a little mouse. You can't hold liquor well."

"I caaaaannnn." He huffed as he tried to fix his hair. "Wakandan liquor is strooong, but at least I'm nooot nauseous."

"Your face is all pink." Namor pointed out. "And your words are starting to slur. I wasn't aware you had such a filthy mouth."

"It's always beeeeeen filthy. I just keeeeeep it clean around you because you're scary and yoooou can't take a fucking joke."

M'Baku laughed. "He's not wrong."

"He's not wrong until I'm dragging his drunk ass out of here and putting his mouth to use."

"I'm just a little buzzed." He groaned as the god king grabbed his jaw and looked him over. "Stop saaaaying I'm drunk."

"What's my name, little mouse?"

"Aj K'-" Everett didn't get past the first K without his tongue struggling to form the rest of the sounds to complete it.

Fuck.

Why was the Heart of Wakanda so strong?

And why was K'uk'ulkan touching him again?

"Stop fucking touching me, damn it."

He smacked the king's touch away with a frown before shivering under his darkening gaze.

That shiver made Namor chuckle as he got up and downed the rest of his sunrise drink before licking his lips. "Let's take you out for some fresh air."

"Noooooo. I'm fine. Seeee?"

Everett got up, and Everett fell down with a hard thud.

M'Baku couldn't refrain from laughing as he got up and scooped the drunk man off the floor. "You are not fine."

"I'm fiiiiine. Put me down, you big beefy bitch."

"Oh, that mouth of yours is more fun than I realized." M'Baku smacked his ass as he began to carry the tipsy man out of the establishment with Namor not too far behind.

"It bites too."

Namor laughed. "Good."

And Scene!

So, that's kinda what I've been imagining. But it could definitely become more explicit... if I wrote more. What are y'all thinking?!? Is this deserving of more?!? or...? 👀

[beantothemax]

“Won’t you come with me, my good sir…?”

“Begone with you, foul wench. I have no interest in women like you.”

Primrose sighed.

“Damnit. It’s useless.”

Ophilia frowned.

“But he’s got such a useful skill.”

“Yes, but you don’t have the authority to make him respect you.”

Alfyn went to speak to him and returned 5 minutes later.

“He likes men.”

“He likes men…?”

“Cyrus!”

Cyrus looked up from where he was sketching the landscape.

“Primrose! You good?”

“Cyrus, I want to allure this person.”

“Do you need moral support?”

“No, he’s gay.”

“… no.”

Cyrus firmly snapped his notebook shut.

“Hear me out!”

“I said no, Primrose. It’s humiliating.”

“Like I don’t do it all the time.”

“It’s dehumanising. And you know how I am.”

“He’s really hot.”

Cyrus took a deep breath in and out.

“Nothing too sexy, please.”

“You look fine enough.”

“Sir! Hey, sir!”

Alfonso sighed as the woman from earlier came back. The sun was beginning to set and he really didn’t have the time for this.

“I said begone-“

The woman was towing along a man of small stature, but he made up for it with the chestnut bangs that framed his shapely face.

And the striking blue eyes that seemed to see clear through him.

Gods, this man was hot.

Not to mention the fact that he was dressed like a scholar - a well educated man, clearly.

“Hello, my good sir!”

Alfonso blinked dumbly.

“Hi?”

The scholar smiled - it had a certain calculating charm to it.

“Would you like to travel with us?”

Alfonso swallowed.

“I think-“

“I would quite like to learn from you - there is no end to the knowledge we can glean from comrades!”

Alfonso tried not to drool at how hot this guy was.

“I’ll meet you at dawn.”

And he strode off, missing the way the two people high-fixed each other.

(Cyrus is much less composed and long-winded in private.)

love how alfyn is the group Fruity Detector. five minutes in a conversation with this guy and he’s sussed it out

[comfy-sofa]

I finally watched episode 6 (rant/thoughts)

Y'all I'm not doing ok in the slightest. The last episode got me in my feels and now episode 6 is making it even worse so let's break it down yeah?

Can we PLEASE talk about the beginning scene??? Like Wolfwood's eyes??? Dude it was kinda unsettling

Vash acting all nonchalant about being "friends" with Meryl and Roberto (you ain't fooling me you funky little plant you're just trying to shut your emotions down so you don't get attached)

Ok being a little art nerd, I just wanna say I love the sandsteamer's design and think it would be fun to ride on one. Also it seems they're wasn't a caravan following the steamer so maybe they changed it?

Being an art nerd once again, the lack of variety when it comes to different body shapes and sizes is kinda getting to me. Like all the men look like inverted doritos and I could really use some variety.

LIVIO...barely said anything??? But fuck I would be lying if I said I didn't cry tears of joy seeing him.

THE CHILDHOOD FLASHBACK. Orange I need more of this IMMEDIATELY IT WAS SO PRETTY

BABY LIVIO AND NICOOOOO😭😭😭 I want to protect these boys so much! ( Ngl when I saw Nico and Livio tending to the baby birds I had a moment of great fear, if you read TriMax you'll know)

Nicolas was really born with a lighter in his hand because not him smoking that space zaza and trying to get livio to do it

So...the EOM is really walking around here looking like that??? Taking children??? AND NO ONE'S SAYING ANYTHING???

The hallucination scene was so fucking pretty my GOD

Ok Nicolas trying to escape so he could go back to the orphanage did things to my heart go (this also highlights his past personality of caring about others, especially kids)

Speaking of that scene LEGATO BLUESUMMERS, you fruity-tooty bitch glad to see ya (also seeing Nico's hand get bent up like that made me fucking squirm my goodness) also I guess we can say Legato's powers is more on the telepathy side versus the metal strings

God Vash can't get a fucking break and he knows it. Speaking of Vash, that punch/push he did to Livio??? Nah his patience is wearing thin and I'm gonna be right there front row when it happens (can you tell imma big fan of when Vash looses his cool?)

So we didn't get Razlo this episode, so maybe we'll get him soon? (I saw that ending screen Orange I know who that is)

There's no way in fucking hell Wolfwood is dying next episode like... this is not gonna leave the impact they want it to have. At most this is gonna cause everyone to separate and be on their own for a bit (which is good because they need to slow the fuck down)

Lastly, BAD LADS GANG LET'S GOOOO. This was my favorite episode for the original Trigun so I hope they do her justice. (B.D.N, the love of my life I'll see you soon)

Ok that was a lot, but TLDR I'm nervous about Livio and how they're gonna handle Razlo and I truly doubt they're gonna kill off Wolfwood (maybe we'll get more backstory and character development because they definitely fucking need it). Also if they whitewash BDN it's on signt.

[mtoinspo]

135th Mentor's Ball Drink Menu

Cosmopoli-Ted (by Greta)- this cocktail combines some blood red cranberry juice with cointreau, triple sec, lime, vodka, and some iridescent edible glitter. Topped with an orange twist, optional sugared rim, and a little bit of mystery, this tribute to the nametag missing its owner is always served with a smile.

Giraffe's Laugh (by Greta)- a chocolate martini that's just a little bit twisted, just like our favorite safari mutt! Vanilla vodka, chocolate liqueur, creme de cacao, triple sec, and orange juice are stirred, not shaken, and will have you bending over backwards for more.

Out of this Whirled (by Greta)- an alien blend of sparkling lemonade, blue curacao, and melon liqueur, swirled together and ready for takeoff

Blood in Water (by Devin)- Based on the lazy river and the vines waiting below - Grenadine - Blue Curaçao - Mixed berries  - Rosemary

Ash Chaser (by Devin)- ½ oz Real Grenadine, 1 oz gin, 1 oz apple brandy, 2 dashes absinthe, Black Food Dye, Shake all with ice for 10 seconds, Strain into a cocktail glass, Garnish with a rose

Little Green Men (by Kaye)- This sour appletini is guaranteed to blast you straight into outer space! A play on the Space Race mutts, the Little Green Men is cosmically sweet with a starry sour punch.

Serengeti Sunset Sangria (by Kaye)- A fruity red sangria chock-full of lush berries and fruits, topped off with a rosemary lemonade for a summer taste as bright as the Serengeti sun.

Cotton Candy Carnival (by Kaye) - A cotton-candy flavored drink so sweet your teeth just might rot out. It's garnished with cotton candy flavored dot ice cream that sinks to the bottom in a rainbow of colors, and crushed rainbow candy lines the glass rim. Try not to die of a sugar rush!

The Big Top (by Kat)- A drink inspired by the wonderful centerpiece found at every good carnival. The drink itself is made with cherry grenadine, topped with rose petals and mint and filled to the brim with ice. When the drinker stirs with the signature heart shaped straw, causing some of the ice to melt, a reaction occurs and it looks as if the liquid itself is sparkling.

Space Chaser (shot & chaser) (by Rainy)- This drink can be paired with whatever alcohol the drinker prefers, though it is typically served with vodka. Celebrating the two ride vehicle colors represented by 'space race', these drinks come in a starry starry flight. the first drink, red white and blue: vodka, edible sugar petals, and grenadine. the chaser, some lemonade with strawberries floating inside of it. It's truly a race to the bottom.

A Little Panem (by Hair)- This drink is colored red and gold to represent the beautiful country of Panem. It is a combination of tequila and cranberry juice, with a zest of both lime and orange. To add a little extra sweetness, there's a bit of golden honey, and a dash of coarse sea salt ties it all together. From the mountains, to the sea, to the orchards full of fruit, Panem (and this drink) has it all. But be careful! This drink may seem alluring, but indulge in enough of them and you might come out the other side a little disoriented.

A Long Day’s Journey Into Night (by Lena)- When the fireworks have stopped and the rides have grown still in the dead of night, those who remain must reckon with the actions that took place in the light. An anise-flavored liquor pairs here with a dose of ether to create a drink that encourages the consumer to contemplate. What lengths have you gone to? And how far will you go?

Ball Brownies (by Lena)- Mahlon’s special, still made with essence of ether (for as long as supplies last). So what if the price is doubled from last ball? You want the thing or not?

[trashbinbackyard]

mmmmmm ivana hecca and cameron

TTT - the trans trio

🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition?

Ivana: Not really at first glance, nor really the type to grow on most people. She’s very tall for a woman, and muscular, and doesn’t really use makeup or anything, she’s just not in a lot of people's wheelhouses, but it’s fine, and she doesn’t really care. (she does wonder what Carmina saw in her)

Hecca: She’s very traditionally hot, big boobs, wide hips, makeup, sexy clothes

Cameron: He’s pretty hot to most people I think, just a tad short. He has a cute face, enhanced by his facial hair, great hair, in shape. Makeup only adds to it

💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?

At least her unattractiveness is based purely on the mean aura around her. So in turn she’s more physically attractive

Absolutely both, she’s physically an absolute babe AND she’s kind and loving and fun and outgoing and one of the nicest people you can meet on the outer rim

I guess there’s a type who are also into the whole gas station guy -type of vibe. But also both, maybe more his personality though, he’s funny, kind, caring, just fun to be around etc. and he just happens to be hot

💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute? 

Her face is long and angular and quite unique looking. And her hair is long and very well-kept

I don’t wanna say bazoingas but they are what most people she knows would say. Her body is just a work of multiple surgeries art

He would say his tattoos, and his facial hair, later he thinks his crows feet are hot af

🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?

She’s smart, hardworking, and cares deeply about those (two) people she cares about

She’s an explosion of positive energy, optimist to a fault. What she lacks in intelligence she makes up in being SO genuine

As a musician he’s very creative, he’s funny, and very supportive and accepting of others

👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?

Not particularly, and it isn’t a huge concern for her

I don’t think she’s aware just how hot she is. Every free drink she’s gotten she thinks is thanks to her beautiful smile and wonderful attitude

He thinks he’s ok, with friends like Aaron it’s kinda impossible to think you’re the hottest on in the room, but he’s not insecure either. (Damir hitting on him boosted his confidence a bit before he learned that he pretty much hit on everyone)

👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

She smells like her deodorant, so… kinda pleasant? At least you know she’s showered. At the office it’s rude to use strong smelling perfumes and such and with her line of work why on earth would you. When on a date with Carmina she asks if she can put some fresh, airport bathroom -ass scent on her, but if Carmina is sensitive to smells she wont

You bet your ass she’s coated with some bath and body works warm vanilla sugar. She likes sweet scents, and fruity scents

AXE DARK TEMPTATION, SPORTS, MEN, 5 IN 1 SOAP SHAMPOO CONDITIONER MOTOR OIL AND BBQ SAUCE (look he didn’t get to be a 16 year old boy so)

👂 : Does your OC have an attractive voice?

If you’re into husky voices yeah

I think her voice is kinda high and her intonations not pleasant to absolutely everyone, but she makes it up by being hot and a wonderful person

He sings backing track frequently, he has a trained voice and is pleasant to hear, not really super unique that makes you stop and say “woah” but it’s up there

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

She’s never played the field, Hecca approached her, Carmina approached her. Very monogamous and committed when in a relationship

She played the field to find someone monogamous (she doesn’t have the right idea but she is enthusiastic)

He’s been pretty reserved on the dating front, (i think be might be demiromantic demisexual gay), very much monogamous 

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

On personality? Being interesting. Physically? I think you’ve noticed lmao (boob)

Being fun, similar style, tattoos

Also being fun, loud, chaotic yet genuine, and tattoos

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

Not really, she tends to be pretty socially awkwards and very straight to the point

She’s very charming, flirty too sure, but contrary to what you may think she doesn’t flirt often 

Look, he’s not the most suave one out there, but he can put on a good flirt should the need arise. And i guess there’s charm in being a silly guy as well

💋 : Is your OC a good kisser? How do they do it?

Not terrible

She’s pretty good, if you don’t mind the teeth

Out of these three I think Roo’s the best kisser 

🦴 : Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like?

A few, from previous serious relationships. Basically just learned what she’s into

She’s experienced, tried a lot of stuff, with a fair amount of people

Not huge amount, maybe in college a guy or two 

💞 : Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight?

It’s kind of a mixed bag, she views sex as an act that could be casual, but she herself wouldn’t do it casually you know?

Kinda both, she’s slept around before, but also feels like it can be so much more when there’s emotions involved

He’s pretty serious about sex (not during, gotta keep the mood fun and light), but being demi there need to be that emotional connection

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

Tasteful (or untasteful) cleavage. Physical touch with intention

Being either pampered or manhandled

Genuine “I love you”’s that aren’t followed with “no homo tho”

🧸 : Into public displays of affection or are they more reserved?

Link arms, hold hands, maybe a kiss on the cheek/forehead when she knows for sure none of her coworkers can see

Very affectionate in and out of public, will stick to he s/o and cover them in kisses

Not huge of PDA but not reserved either, knows the concept of time and place, quick kisses are all good and fun, sitting on the s/o’s lap (or vice versa) also free game 

💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

Be attentive, get them small gifts that remind her of them, offer help to anything, let her guard down, give compliments

Make extra time for them, ask about their day and what they’re doing, “this reminds me of you!” -texts

“Yo check out this meme”, no but in all seriousness, having fun together, showing his instruments, just spending a lot of time together

👙 : What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or functional?

Boyshorts and sports bra’s kinda lady. If the occasion calls for it, can be seen with cupped bra and panties that show the (very toned) ass (still black and laceless)

She has a good 50/50 split on purely functional and purely racey. Sometimes it’s fun to put on cute undies for the workday at the laundromat, it’s her little secret that makes her feel a little prettier

This man has 3 pairs of weed boxers and 5 pairs of flame boxers. (the rest are all black functional)

[atwilightghoul]

// Character info!

// migrated from @ atwilightghoul on Twitter

Name: Aster

Element: multi-ghoul [light(can extend to lightning) and shadow, touches of earth(mostly plants)]

Pronouns: he/they

Height: 5'10" ?

Sexuality: doesn't focus on a label, is attracted to men the most often

Theme song: Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience

Personality:

Shy at first, but playful once he opens up

CAN be quick to temper

Romantic and dramatic

Theatrical and fruity

Loves nature, music, literature, folklore, drinking, and smoking

VERY protective of loved ones

A little mischievous but also loyal

Miscellaneous:

Speaks many Mediterranean dialects and hints of other languages including Arabic, Hebrew, and Sanskrit

Has definitely participated in more than a few orgies

His infernal form resembles a satyr/faun with the lower half of a black goat. His hair has more of a purple shimmer to it, and gold covers his fingertips, horn tips, and the bottoms of his hooves. Ivy/grapevines/bindweed tangle through his hair, around his horns, and generally all over his body.

Since his infernal form has hooves he has the habit of walking on his toes even when glamoured

His mask is actually just an Era 0 mask, but he broke and altered it himself

Is madly in love with Terzo

Powers:

Shapeshifting: his shadow element allows him to take on the form of a shadow. But it isn't perfect, it's much more solid with smoky wisps emanating from him. His more frequent manner of shapeshifting is his ability to turn into a panther (specifically a leopard). It's much larger than a normal leopard, and there are visible golden remnants of the markings. He also retains his gold claws and black sclera in this form, which are his giveaways to tell that it's him

Shadow manipulation: like his ability to turn into a shadow, he can manipulate shadow into something more solid, able to grab things and interact physically, as well as the shape or size of the shadow

Light manipulation: less physical than shadow, but he can dim or brighten light and generate it himself. Not used often

Plant manipulation: harder for him to do, and it's not as extensive, but he can aid in the growth of plants or make them die and has minor control over the movement

Beast tamer: less of a power and more so just his natural gift to communicate with animals

Night vision: his eyes glow and it's not just for show; he can see in the dark very well

Infernal Euios: ability to amplify voice, mimic voice, throw voice to other locations, and multiple voice

Lore:

Aster was born in the Ancient Roman/Byzantine Empire but was considered Greek. He speaks Latin and Koine Greek as his first languages, but over time has also learned modern Greek, Italian, and English fairly fluently. He was raised somewhat communally by his community and his adoptive mother, the daughter of a priestess of Bacchus/Dionysus. He was always trained to one day become a priest of the cult himself, and he succeeded in doing so. It was a bittersweet ascension, though. The previous priestess, his adoptive grandmother, died but her daughter saw potential in more potential in Aster than herself. She felt he had a special gift and was destined for it. So, while it was unusual for a Bacchante to be a male priest rather than priestess, and it was even more unusual that he was so young, he became priest.

The traditions of the Greek and Roman pantheons were phasing out with the spread of Christianity, and the specific era (and area) he existed in was experiencing efforts to either convert or eradicate pagan temples and practices. It wasn't always enforced by actual government authority, but Aster's cult was being targeted (mostly by the local citizens). After the locals did some "vigilante justice" on their temple, Aster's followers tried to retaliate but it turned into a riot of sorts. Aster was killed by an injury to the chest (unknown if blunt force trauma, piercing trauma, or both), and his surviving followers fled with his body to the mountains to lay him to rest. He became Bacchante at 19 and died ten years later.

That fourth picture at the end is his funerary portrait, which the Ministry obtained before it could go anywhere else and it is now being displayed with other artifacts in the church. It looks much more aged, has deteriorating edges and is a little fragmented, but it was mostly recovered.

Lucifer, touched by his rebellion to the Christians and his worship of a god that is linked to himself, came to his body and carried his soul to his underworld realm where he was reborn as a ghoul. Because he was alive during the transition between the Greek/Roman pantheons and Christianity as well as being Greek under Roman rule, although he was reborn in Hell he was able to move freely between Hell and Tartarus.

He was first summoned by Papa Nihil to be a musical mentor to any future project ghouls and his sons, teaching them music, poetry, history, and all manners of mythology/folklore/theology in early adulthood. There was a caveat, though. In those early days, the Ministry didn't want any ghouls rebelling and they feared Aster's skills for persuasion and inspiration. He wasn't allowed to room with the other ghouls, instead being sequestered from the ghouls' wing and put in his own room. It was basically a storage room in the band's practice room. Because of this he didn't really bond with the other ghouls and spent most of his time drowning in wine. The Papas, though, he bonded with very closely.

He taught Primo all manners of horticulture, and the two bonded over it. Secondo he was a bit of a safe space for, as the two shared their darker moments and heavy depression.

But Terzo was special to him, a true lover. They just clicked. They shared their first kiss near a patch of poppy flowers growing in the Ministry gardens, so Aster gave him the nickname "Poppy" (papavero, papavero mio, fiore papavero mio, etc).

[fairymint]

💜 How does their orientation play into dynamics with their gender?

Being gay has Felix’s presentation more relaxed; it’s expected at least, to be a little extra ‘fruity’ and had he been straight he might have tried to let go of some things, caring about what girls think.

There is now this dynamic with men where it’s played at ‘do i want to kiss him or do i want to be him?’ so appreciation of a guy can really split into aesthetic vs romantic/sexual attraction. Trans men in general also pass as much younger than they are, being a dwarf doesn’t help him on that front. He’s small, and more pear shaped and so gives off a different vibe than someone more muscular. But he’s masculine enough. He smells it, he’s strong, it works out for him.

Of course, growing up an ace ‘girl’, he’s not used to the idea of being the pursuer, dom, or top socially speaking, even if his body craves stuff equally, and he’s settling into the role.

But he’s no stranger to makeup or the cotton candy/pastel aesthetic, and will definitely wear more ‘feminine’ shirts and accessories at times. There are mannerisms that he does hide for people that aren’t his s/o or heavily trusted, however, so he might be more stern or gruff overall, definitely using the drop in his voice when needed.

As for Ingo, his masculinity, while comfortable, has limits in public where he can put off a rather neutral masc leaning vibe, but it ramps up for his s/o. When he’s in love, something comes over him and he wants to be the provider, the one doting, and to an extent, the boss. Being Demiromantic, he will play the perfect gentleman to court and is gently assertive. And while Ace himself, he gets gender euphoria from any kind of date night.