Solace | Felix

solace | felix

pairing: lee felix/reader

word count: 11.9k

genre: romance, 90s!au, childhood-friends-to-lovers

warnings:  sleepy boners, boob-groping, awkward flustered young people really wanna make out bad, this is literally the spiciest thing i’ve ever written and it’s still like paprika-level at best, reader’s gonna realise in like a year or two that she’s kind of a dom and this is where that journey starts, 90s non-idol chan is still Best Leader and also your leader

summary: 

You slowly opened your eyes, holding your breath.

Felix was sleepily smiling at you, eyes half-closed and dazed. He clearly wasn’t entirely lucid yet, still completely unaware, but he was still looking at you with so much affection.

Your breath escaped in a sudden rush, unable to stop yourself looking up at him.

Oh shit, his eyelashes. His freckles. So pretty.

or: i literally talked to @lavenderbexlatte​ about sleepy boners once like a month ago and this behemoth is the result.

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instinct | chan

i. sunday (4.5k)

But sometimes, rarely, in little moments like this, you feel the tension.

The unspoken, simple reminder that you are an alpha, and Chan is not.

ii. monday (5k)

There’s a warm feeling in your chest, an almost squeezing sensation, as you watch him.

It looks good. He looks good. You should probably tell him this – for some unfathomable reason, Chan refuses to believe himself good-looking – but the words can’t seem to leave your mouth right now.

iii. monday evening (7.9k)

“A rut…with Hyunjin?”

You think it over, what those words entail, just how surreal they sound. For just a moment, you try to picture it.

You don’t notice Chan glancing over at you as you do so.

iv. tuesday (5.3k)

“So, we’re talking about an omega.”

You blanch. “No.”

“Hypothetically,” Seungmin adds, tilting his head. “Some kind of hypothetical omega friend of yours.”

v. wednesday (6.7k)

“Can I…ask you something kind of personal?”

You frown. “Yeah, sure?”

Chan looks you straight in the eye. “Why are you going through your rut alone?”

vi. thursday (3.7k)

But when the door finally opens, the scent hits you before anything else, and you nearly melt.

Chan.

Chan’s here.

…Oh, fuck. Chan’s here.

vii. friday (5.2k)

This is supposed to be something to share with someone.

And now that the thought has entered your mind, you can’t give it up.

You need to make someone feel good, make them happy, to put all your thoughts and energy into.

You need someone.

viii. saturday (6.7k)

You don’t want to confront the fact that you had basically begged one of your closest friends to come to your room and fuck you until your brain stops working, but as you’re growing more and more lucid, you know it’s only a matter of time before you have to. “I think I’m just…I don’t know, embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” Chan says, firmly.

ix. sunday (5.1k)

If you only had this day left, if Chan was still just here as a favour…

Well, it’s high time you return that favour. Maybe give Chan a glimpse of what things could be like, should he…should the two of you…

You swallow at the thought, already getting nervous.

x. tuesday (2.5k)

Jisung scoffs under his breath. “You guys are going to be so sickening, I can tell.”

“Excuse you,” you say, pouting. “We’re going to be cute as fuck, and you know it.”

kinktober day 2 - renjun

thank you so much for the love on kinktober day one with lucas!! the link to my masterlist specifically for kinktober is here :) also if there are any errors pls ignore! i wrote this around midnight again hehe. i’ll proofread and edit later

length: ~2.1k words (oops)

content warning: feminization/role reversal, virginity kink/roleplay, renjun dresses up for you, collar/leash play, “creampie”, pegging, mirror sex, double penetration, orgy mention, degradation, daddy kink (reader receiving), you also fake cum on renjun’s face

when renjun had asked you to put on your strap under your pants, you had just thought that he wanted to get pegged and wanted to grab a few extra toys. you didn’t expect him to be like this. 

he asks you to wait on the couch in the living room, and when he comes out, you’re slack jawed. 

“do you like it?” renjun asks timidly. “i like it, and i thought you would like it, but if you don’t i can change and we can forget about all this.” 

you’re speechless. what do you do when your boyfriend is in a satin teddie and a skirt?

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Watch Me

summary: you pick up the voyeuristic habit of watching your neighbor that never closes his curtains and whose face you never see. on an unrelated note, you start dating the cute barista from down the street that also happens to live in the building across from yours. what could happen?

length: 14,633 words

tags: non-idol au, voyeurism, masturbation, snowballing, squirting, blowjobs

The first time was an accident. Absolutely and completely an accident.

How were you supposed to just not look out your apartment window at the gorgeous sunset unfurling over the city? And it’s hardly your fault that your eyes were drawn to the glow of a window almost directly across from yours in the narrow gap between your building and the next building of your complex. The window was probably one level below yours, so as your eyes were drawn down toward the warm yellow glow, you could see clearly down into the room.

Most other windows on that building facing you were dark, curtains drawn or nobody home, but this window was illuminated, eye-catching.

And the windows in your building as well as in that one across from you were all floor-to-ceiling windows, giving you a wide view. You only gave that window a cursory look, able to make out a tiny stretch of floor and then approximately the bottom half of a bed. And a man lying naked on that bed, his head out of sight of the window, but the rest of him definitely within sight. Particularly, what drew your eye the most was the placement of his hand, stroking away on his erection.

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cherrywood table - huang renjun (feat. jaemin)

sigh. angst again? yeah! :D

anyways i looked at this website bc i wanted to find out the meaning of cherrywood and thought this would be perfect :’) #MakeStarStopWritingAngst2020 anyways,,,,, 

i listened to please don’t fall in love again by egg while writing this monstrosity of angst. i cannot. my heart physically hurts. ok bye :D 

pls leave a like/reblog, or tell me your favorite part or yell at me for the hurt!!! i promise i don’t bite :) 

word count: 2.3k

summary: he tells you that he was still in love with her while he was with you. and then he realizes, maybe he should have kept his mouth shut. 

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Love Bites

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader, ft. Mark Lee | Vampire AU, Roommates AU | Smut, Fluff, Humor, Romance

Summary: Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat–even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis.

Warnings: Smut, vampire sex, sex in front of a mirror, blood sucking, unprotected sex, slight choking. For the sake of the plot, Y/N is slightly intoxicated in this fic (drunk sex). Please don’t read this fic if this makes you feel uncomfortable. I also don’t approve nor allow taking advantage of your romantic partner while they are under the influence of alcohol.

Supernatural things don’t really scare you. Growing up in a family that tells urban legends and mystical myths as bedtime stories makes you feel somewhat reserved toward spooky stuff, to the point that you won’t even bat an eyelash during a jump scare at literally any scary movie out there. It’s not like you’ve seen any supernatural creatures with your own eyes but you believe in their existence, especially when you live in a town where freaky things happen on daily basis. 

You’re not sure about werewolves and zombies, but vampires do roam the earth the second the moon replaces the sun. It’s not merely a rumor anymore, it’s a fact. But they keep their presence in secret, trying to act as humanly as possible so they won’t gather unnecessary attention. And since no one has found any dead bodies with bite marks or severe blood loss, people don’t really identify them as a threat. You perceive things in a similar way. As long as they don’t bother you, then you can co-exist in peace. That’s what you believe.

So when you visit your neighbor in the middle of the night, the cute guy—probably still in his early twenties—who lives just across the hallway, you figure you’ll see him smiling back, maybe even offer you a cup of coffee out of courtesy. Now, you don’t usually barge into someone else’s apartment even when the front door is unlocked, but seeing how the two of you are already on a first-name basis, always greet each other with a nod whenever your eyes make eye contact, you think to yourself, “Yeah, he wouldn’t mind if I come in, would he? What’s the worst thing that could happen? He’s too cute to be a serial killer anyway.” Which, you realize soon enough, was a poor, terrible logic on your part. 

But you turn over his doorknob with a click and invite yourself in.

So clearly, you do not expect to see him sitting bare-chested on the couch with his girlfriend’s legs hooked around his waist. Clearly, you do not expect to see his hand yanking at the roots of her hair, forcing her to expose the column of her neck and making her call his name in the most wanton moan you’ve ever heard in your life—even if you’ve had a fair share of watching porn movies (for research purposes). And you most clearly do not expect to see him sinking his canines deep into her skin, not caring when trails of blood start to taint her bare shoulder and groaning in bliss as he relishes the taste of her blood.

So naturally, the only thing you can think of is:

Oh shit.

“Wait!” A hand finds its way to tangle around your wrist when you slip behind his front door to run back to your own. His icy cold skin makes you flinch in surprise but you keep your face still. As you turn around to see the owner, you’re greeted by the sight of him with his eyes turning as dark as the night. His brunette hair is made of curls and waves, seems unbelievably soft and silky with bangs almost covering his eyes. His lips and cheeks are smeared with fresh blood, possibly from trying to wipe his mouth in hurry with the back of his hand. His fangs are no longer shown and although he seems breathless, you can tell he’s not breathing from how still his chest is moving (but you’re too distracted with the sight of how toned it is). His black jeans are hanging dangerously low on his hips, unbuttoned but not yet unzipped, and it’s harder for you to not stare at his v-lines compared to the amount of blood that painted his lips.

Trying to act nonchalant, you simply ask, “Yes?”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh, so you’re not a vampire drinking blood from your girlfriend’s neck?”

He gapes, eyes growing wide, before, “Okay, then it is what it looks like.”

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