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pinkbowsxo · 11 days ago

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Friends Don’t Do This

Choi Su-bong x F!Reader

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warnings: swearing, alcohol, sexual content, loss of virginity theme, jealousy, possessiveness, slight drug mention

a/n: needed to do a friends to lovers one since it’s one of my favorite tropes!

Thanos has been your best friend ever since you were kids. Your moms used to be best friends too before his mom passed away. You went to primary school with him and then to high school as well. Now it’s your final year of school and today is your 18th birthday. You’ve planned a huge birthday party with lots of friends and classmates. You’re wearing a really pretty short dress with your hair and makeup all done too.

The party had just started and you were still busy greeting people. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted Thanos in the living room already flirting with some girl. You felt jealousy stir in your chest. You always deny your feelings for him even though you know damn well they’re there. It’s just he has that bad boy vibe mixed with being a player and all the drugs he does for some reason it all does something to you.

You decided to grab a strong alcoholic drink when you noticed that guy from your class the one who’s obviously into you. “Nice dress. You look… different” he says leaning casually against the wall taking a sip from his drink. “So happy birthday. Got any plans after the party” His tone sounds casual but there’s definitely an underlying meaning hidden in his words.

“Probably gonna be so drunk I’ll need to sleep it off but nothing else though” you replied with a sarcastic tone. He chuckles clearly finding your sarcasm attractive. “You know what I think” he says stepping a little closer his voice dropping lower. “I think you should come over to my place after the party. We could… celebrate your birthday properly.” As he speaks his hand accidentally brushes against yours on the counter.

You look at his hand touching yours and then back at his face. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. You’ve been wanting to lose your virginity for what feels like forever and honestly you’ve been ashamed you still had it up until now. He notices you staring at his hand and takes it as a sign of interest. He briefly intertwines his fingers with yours before letting go to finish his drink. “So? My place or no” he asks with a charming smile looking way too confident that you’ll say yes. The noise of the party buzzes around you but right now it feels like it’s just the two of you. A slow smirk creeps onto your face as you tilt your head slightly. “Yes” you reply your voice soft but dripping with boldness.

His smile widens victorious. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up at 2 AM when the party’s over.” He leans in closer his breath warm against your ear sending a shiver down your spine. “And don’t even think about changing your mind alright. I’ve been looking forward to our… private celebration.” His lips brush against your cheek lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle before he casually disappears into the crowd leaving you standing there with your heart racing and a thousand thoughts running through your head.

As the night goes on you find yourself drinking more and more laughing with friends dancing letting the music buzz through your veins. But no matter how hard you try to stay present your mind keeps drifting to one thing what’s going to happen at 2 AM. The thought sends little sparks through your chest every time it creeps in. You’re lost in it when suddenly someone grabs your waist from behind making you nearly spill your drink as you jump. It’s Thanos. He’s laughing that low husky sound of his rolling against your ear. “Gotcha” he teases his breath warm against your skin. He leans casually against the wall beside you a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Having fun” His eyes lock onto yours sparkling with amusement but beneath that there’s something else lingering. Something dangerous. Something that feels a lot like anticipation.

“Idiot” you say punching his shoulder lightly. “But yeah I’m having fun.” He laughs again catching your hand mid-punch and holding it gently his fingers curling around yours for a moment longer than necessary. “Good. You should be. It’s your birthday after all.” He releases your hand and casually takes a sip of his drink eyes still on you. “You’re pretty drunk aren’t you” His voice softens lower now laced with curiosity. You chuckle leaning in a little. “Not yet” you whisper with a teasing smirk. “Oh hey I’m gonna lose my virginity tonight” The words tumble out of your mouth without warning bold and unfiltered. He nearly chokes on his drink eyes widening for a split second before he composes himself a slow grin spreading across his face as he leans in voice dropping conspiratorially. “Is that so? And who’s the lucky guy” He tries to sound casual but there’s no missing the sharp edge of interest flickering in his eyes now dark and intense.

“Just some guy from my class” you reply with a mysterious grin your eyes sparkling with mischief. He raises an eyebrow a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Just some guy huh Must be feeling pretty confident if he managed to score the hot birthday girl” he teases taking another slow sip of his drink his gaze fixed on you studying every little expression on your face. “What’s his name” he asks trying to sound casual but the slight tension tightening his jaw gives him away. “You don’t know him” you shrug brushing it off effortlessly. “Right” he says slowly his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he lifts his drink to his lips again. For a split second something flashes in his eyes jealousy Possession You can’t quite tell. “Well I hope he treats you right” he adds his forced smile not quite reaching his eyes. “You deserve someone who…” His words trail off as he runs a hand through his dark hair his expression unreadable for a moment like he’s battling with something he can’t say out loud.

You gave him a genuine smile before watching him drift off to chat with some other girl. As the night wears on you lose yourself in the fun dancing with friends laughing at dumb jokes the music pulsing through your body. But every now and then your eyes find Thanos across the room. He’s talking to other girls flashing that same charming grin but his gaze keeps drifting back to you lingering just a little too long his eyes darker with something unreadable. Finally it’s almost 2 AM. Your nerves suddenly kick in your heart thudding a little faster as your mind starts racing. Was this even a good idea You barely know that guy from your class and your first time shouldn’t it be special Meaningful You chew your bottom lip uncertainty creeping in and decide to get some fresh air. Stepping out onto the balcony the cool breeze hits your skin as you lean against the railing eyes drifting up to the night sky glittering above you. The air helps clear your head just slightly. Behind you footsteps approach quiet but steady. You turn to see Thanos walking toward you his expression shifting the moment he catches sight of your serious face. He slows eyes scanning you with concern. “You okay” His voice is low softer than usual laced with warmth. His hair’s a little messy probably from running his hands through it too many times and there’s a faint flush to his cheeks from the drinks. “You look deep in thought” he adds stopping in front of you his eyes locked on yours like he’s trying to read your mind.

“Yeah… I was about to leave with that guy but I’m having second thoughts” you admit quietly your eyes drifting down for a second before meeting his again. Thanos steps closer his presence suddenly grounding his voice low and serious. “What are you thinking” he asks gently his tone softer than you expected layered with something protective something that catches you off guard. His eyes search your face scanning for any hint of distress doubt or hesitation. “If he’s not right for you then don’t go” he says simply but there’s weight behind his words like it’s more than just advice like it matters to him really matters.

“It’s just I don’t know him that well” you admit your voice softer now uncertainty lingering in your words. Thanos nods slowly his eyes never leaving yours understanding written all over his face. “You should know someone well before doing something like that” he says carefully his voice low. He pauses for a second then adds even softer “I mean it’s your first time. It should be special.” You can’t help but smile at him warmth blooming in your chest. “You’re right” you whisper. He smiles back one of those rare genuine smiles that actually reaches his eyes his arm brushing lightly against yours in the process sending a spark through your skin. “You’re too good for some random quick hookup with someone you don’t even know” he says quietly the protective edge in his voice impossible to miss. “You deserve better than that.” He starts to turn like he’s about to walk away but those words hit you harder than you expected stirring something deep in your chest. “Wait will you help me clean up” you ask your voice lighter now. His lips twitch into a smirk as he watches you head back inside. “Yeah sure” he replies his eyes drifting briefly to your backside before he catches himself shaking his head with a quiet laugh under his breath. Inside the music has finally stopped the house is quiet and together you both start picking up cups tossing away empty bottles the late night calm settling around you.

You told the guy you weren’t going to leave with him anymore. As you reject him you catch Thanos watching from across the room that familiar satisfied smirk tugging at his lips like he’d just won some silent battle. He finishes tidying up and strolls over grabbing a few empty cups from your hands with ease. “All good with him” he asks casually but the hint of relief in his voice is impossible to miss. “Yeah he didn’t mind probably already found someone else” you reply with a small chuckle. Thanos chuckles too his eyes glinting with amusement. “Yeah probably” he echoes turning and walking toward the kitchen with the cups clearly expecting you to follow him. You do and as he stands by the sink rinsing the cups he suddenly turns stepping in front of you his tall frame effortlessly blocking your only exit from the kitchen his eyes fixed on yours with quiet intensity.

He had one more gift for you. Turning off the faucet he grabs a dish towel drying his hands without breaking eye contact. Then slipping a hand into his pocket he pulls out a small neatly wrapped box. He holds it out to you his eyes dark and focused that usual teasing energy replaced with something more intense. “I got you something” he says his voice low serious the weight of it making your heart skip. “Open it.”

“You already got me a present” you protest lightly eyeing the small box with curiosity. He smirks that familiar cocky glint flashing in his eyes. “Yeah but this one’s different” he replies nudging the box toward you gently. “Just open it” he adds his voice softening in a way that makes your stomach flip. His eyes never leave you as you carefully unwrap the little box fingers trembling ever so slightly with anticipation. Inside nestled in velvet is a breathtaking necklace delicate gold with a small diamond pendant shaped like an infinity symbol that glimmers under the kitchen lights. You barely have time to react before he’s already reaching for it sliding the necklace out of the box with surprising care. He steps behind you and you feel the warmth of his body close as his fingers brush against your neck sending goosebumps down your skin as he clasps the necklace around your throat. He steps back around to face you his eyes roaming over you clearly admiring how it looks on you. His hand lifts fingers brushing over the infinity pendant resting against your collarbone his thumb tracing it softly. “I saw it and thought of you” he murmurs his voice quiet but full of something raw something real. “Infinity eternal perfect. Just like you.”

You turn around your fingers brushing over the pendant as you smile up at him. “It’s beautiful absolutely perfect. Thank you so much” you say softly your voice genuine full of warmth. His eyes soften at your words that usual playful edge replaced with something tender as he reaches out tucking a strand of hair gently behind your ear. His fingers linger against your cheek for a moment longer than necessary his touch feather light but enough to send your heart racing before he finally lets his hand fall. “You’re welcome” he whispers his voice low quiet but it hums with meaning. The air between you shifts instantly heavy with unspoken tension like something could happen any second. And maybe that’s exactly why before it could he steps away casually grabbing a few more cups and turning his attention back to cleaning leaving you standing there still buzzing from the moment.

As Thanos steps away to continue cleaning clearly trying to break the intense moment lingering between you an awkward silence hangs heavy in the air. The only sound is the water running from the sink as Thanos busies himself with washing dishes that probably didn’t even need cleaning. You stand there frozen for a moment fingers gently holding the necklace around your neck like it’s the most fragile thing in the world. Eventually Thanos finishes and flops down onto the couch rubbing his hands over his face clearly needing a break from the cleaning and maybe from whatever tension just passed between you. But while he’s trying to cool down a mischievous little plan starts forming in your head. With a playful grin tugging at your lips you walk over to him where he’s lounging on the couch. He looks up at you the corner of his mouth lifting as he says something his eyes narrowing curiously at your expression.

As you approach him Thanos looks up from the couch his expression a little distracted but his eyes sharp enough to catch the smirk playing on your lips and the way your fingers still toy with the necklace. “Something on your mind?” he asks his gaze flicking between your face and the delicate jewelry resting against your skin. He leans back into the cushions his arms crossing lazily over his chest like he’s settling in to enjoy whatever game you’re about to start. “Do you like my dress?” you grin your voice teasing as you stop just in front of him. His eyes drift down slowly unapologetically tracing every curve the dress clings to lingering for just a moment too long before meeting your gaze again. There’s amusement there but also something darker something hungry. “Very much” he admits his voice low and husky sending a shiver down your spine. You take another step closer and without hesitation he shifts widening his legs just enough for you to step between them his eyes locked onto yours as if daring you to make the next move.

As you step in closer Thanos shifts widening his legs to make space for you his eyes never leaving yours for even a second. The air between you grows heavy thick with tension that neither of you seems ready to break. His hand comes up large and warm as it settles on your hip his grip gentle but firm enough to steady you right where he wants you. “Did you like the girls you were talking to tonight?” you ask your tone playful but your eyes sharp watching every flicker of emotion on his face. His fingers tighten ever so slightly on your hip as he leans in his face hovering just inches from yours his breath ghosting over your skin. “Not as much as I like talking to you” he murmurs his voice low and barely above a whisper every word curling in the space between you like a secret. His thumb brushes along your hip bone the thin fabric of your dress doing little to dull the sensation. “Jealous” he adds the corner of his mouth lifting in a slow dangerous smirk that sends a pulse of heat through your chest.

“Maybe” you reply with a teasing grin as you move to sit on his lap. “What if I was?” Without hesitation Thanos pulls you fully onto his lap forcing you to straddle him as his arms wrap around your waist holding you firmly in place. His grip is possessive but gentle his eyes locked onto yours dark and unreadable. “If you were jealous that would mean you care” he says his voice low each word dripping with quiet confidence. “And if you care that might mean you like me.” You lean in closer your face only inches from his your lips hovering dangerously close to his own. Thanos’s breath catches slightly the heat between you crackling like static. His arms tighten around your waist his eyes searching yours waiting. He gives you the space to pull away but it’s obvious from the way his lips part and his gaze drops to your mouth that he’s hoping you won’t. “Hi” you whisper your voice soft but full of playful challenge. His eyes flick down to your lips again before they return to meet your gaze his lips curling into a small dangerous smile. “Hi” he whispers back his voice husky with desire. His hands slide slowly up your sides his touch lingering as they settle back on your waist holding you there like he has no intention of letting you go.

You close the distance as your lips finally meet his. The second your lips touch his a low groan of satisfaction escapes him his hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck while the other tightens around your waist pulling you closer. His kiss starts slow soft testing the waters but it doesn’t stay that way for long. The intensity builds fast your lips moving hungrily against his your need bleeding through every movement as you kiss him more aggressively your fingers tangling in his hair your body pressing closer. But just when you’re completely lost in him he suddenly pulls back. His hands slide to your shoulders holding you firmly at arm’s length. His chest rises and falls rapidly his lips flushed and swollen from the heat of the kiss his eyes dark but sharp with concern. “Wait” he says his voice rough low steadying himself. “What?” you whisper your breathing uneven the ache for him still burning through you as you blink up at him confused and desperate for him to come back. His eyes lock onto yours searching every inch of your face for signs of uncertainty or anything that makes him hesitate. “Are you drunk?” he asks bluntly his brow creasing with quiet worry and suspicion. His thumbs brush gently over your collarbones as he keeps you at a safe distance giving you space to breathe to answer honestly. “Because I need to know you’re in your right mind before this goes any further.”

“No I’m not drunk” you say quickly your voice firm but breathless your eyes locked onto his. “You told me I deserve better than doing this with someone I don’t know. You know me better than anyone.” His expression softens instantly the tension in his face melting away as your words sink in. “True” he mutters under his breath his voice quieter now rougher as his hands slide back down to your waist his grip possessive holding you close like he’s afraid to let go. His eyes sweep over your face lingering on your flushed cheeks your parted lips your clear steady gaze. There’s no sign of drunkenness no hesitation just you worked up and aching for him. The words tumble from your mouth before you can stop them raw and honest. “Please take my virginity please Su bong.” The second the words leave your lips his pupils blow wide dark desire flooding his eyes as his grip tightens around your waist. “Fuck” he curses under his breath his jaw tightening as he fights for control. His eyes search your face again slower this time looking for even the faintest flicker of doubt of uncertainty but all he finds is desperate need shining back at him. “Are you sure?” he asks his voice low and serious the words almost a growl as his hands stay firmly on your body waiting for your answer.

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure,” you breathe, your voice steady with determination as your hands move quickly to unbuckle his belt. His eyes drop to your hands, watching every shaky, eager movement, his jaw tightening as the reality of what’s happening settles over him. Your small hands fumble slightly, but you’re determined, and he realizes in that moment this is really going to happen. Your first time, with him. A low growl rumbles from his chest as your fingers slide down his zipper, exposing his boxers, already straining with his growing arousal. “You’ve always been such a good friend to me,” you tease with a grin, your voice playful as your hands work to push his jeans down. His eyes darken with hunger, his voice rough with a hint of guilt and something far more dangerous. “Which makes me the biggest bastard right now,” he mutters, helping you shove his jeans off along with his shoes. His hands find your hips again, pulling you flush against him, his grip firm, possessive, his eyes burning into yours. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this with you?” You bite your lip, your hand sliding lower as you tug his boxers down, your fingers wrapping around his cock, pumping him slowly, teasingly. “Oh yeah? Tell me about it,” you whisper, your voice dripping with challenge as you stroke him, watching the way his eyes darken and his self-control starts to unravel.

He hisses at the sudden contact, his hips jerking forward into your hand without thinking. “Fuck, like this. In the car on the way to school. In the library when you were reading. In the cafeteria while we were eating,” he pants out, his voice rough, his grip on your hips tightening like he’s struggling to keep control. “Why me?” you ask, your strokes picking up speed, your eyes locked onto his, watching every little reaction play out across his face. His eyes darken further, his jaw clenching as he fights to stay composed. “Because you’re fucking perfect,” he growls, his voice strained with pure need. His eyes drop to your hand, watching the way you work him over, the slow, steady strokes making him lose his mind. “Because I’ve always wanted it to be me for you.” A sweet smile curves your lips, playful and innocent despite what your hand is doing to him. “Am I doing this right?” you ask, tilting your head, your voice light as your hand moves faster, tightening your grip like you know exactly how much you’re teasing him. “Too fucking right,” he groans, his head falling back against the pillow as his hips lift into your hand, chasing every stroke. “A little faster. Squeeze a bit tighter.” You do exactly as he says, your pace quickening, your fingers tightening, and the raw sound that rips from his throat in response makes your heart stutter. “Fuck, just like that,” he groans deeply, his hips bucking into your hand, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps as he watches you with dark, hungry eyes. “You have no idea how good that feels.”

You move your face closer to his ear, your lips brushing the shell of it as you whisper softly, “Oh yeah?” Without waiting for a reply, you start to suck and bite at his earlobe, your teeth grazing the sensitive skin as your lips tease him. “Shit…” he hisses, his breath stalling in his throat as his hands move up to grip your hair, one of them tangling tightly in the strands as if it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. The combined sensation of your hand still pumping his cock and your mouth working at his ear nearly undoes him right then and there. His hips jerk under you, his head falling back, the tension in his body spiraling. “Keep doing that… fuck…” he groans, his voice low and strained, his grip tightening in your hair as his self-control slips further with every second.

“You wanna cum first and fuck me after or…?” you ask, your voice dripping with teasing confidence as your hand keeps moving steadily around him. “Both,” he growls, turning his face toward you so his lips hover dangerously close to yours, his eyes dark and filled with nothing but raw hunger. “Want to feel your hand make me cum, then I want to bury my cock so deep inside you you’ll be thinking about it for days.” His breathing is heavy now, his voice even lower, rough and strained with desire. His eyes narrow slightly, a cocky smirk flickering at the corner of his mouth. “You sure you can handle that? Handle me?” he asks, his hand still tangled in your hair, his other gripping your waist possessively. You smirk right back, leaning in just enough that your lips brush his as you reply, “Only if you can handle me.”

“Mhmm, smartass,” he chuckles, the sound low and rough as his eyes roam over you. “You do realize I could easily throw you down right now.” His gaze darkens, his mind clearly filling with every dirty possibility as he watches the confident smirk play on your lips. “You wouldn’t dare,” you tease, your voice playful as your finger glides slowly over the sensitive tip of his cock. That’s all it takes. His entire body tenses as a deep groan rips from his throat, his hips jerking forward as he comes hard into your hand. “Fuck…” he pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes glued to the sight of his cum dripping from your fingers, sliding slowly down his still hard shaft. The image alone is enough to make him lose his mind. You lift your hand to your lips, licking his cum off your fingers with deliberate, slow movements, never breaking eye contact. His cock twitches with interest again, already hardening at the sight. He swallows hard, his voice rough and low as his eyes darken with pure lust. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

“I searched up some tips before when I thought I was going with that guy,” you admit with a teasing smile, your voice light but knowing exactly what kind of reaction that would pull from him. His eyes darken instantly at the mention of the other guy, possessiveness flaring in his gaze as he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him. His mouth crashes onto yours, his lips demanding, hungry, his tongue immediately tasting you, tasting himself lingering on your tongue as he kisses you deeply, completely claiming the moment. When he finally pulls back, his breath is ragged, his mouth still brushing yours as he growls low, “Good thing I stopped that from happening.”

“Slow at first…” he whispers, his voice rough with restraint as he reaches under your dress, his fingers sliding your panties aside. His hand moves between your legs, his fingers finding your pussy, pumping you slowly a few times, coaxing you to get wetter. He groans softly, the sound low and satisfied as he feels you responding to his touch, your arousal growing with every slow pump of his fingers. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire as he positions himself at your entrance. The head of his cock presses against your clit, rubbing gently, teasing you, making your breath hitch before he finally guides you down onto him. A deep, guttural moan rumbles from his chest as you slowly sink down, taking him in inch by inch. “Fuck, that’s tight,” he grunts, his fingers digging into your hips as his head falls back for a second, the pleasure overwhelming. His eyes flick back up to yours, dark and locked on your every reaction as you bounce gently, starting to move up and down on him at your own pace. “Just like that… take it slow,” he encourages, his voice strained but steady as you take a deep breath, your body adjusting to his size. He notices the slight tension in your face, the discomfort that comes with taking him in for the first time, and immediately slows down, his hands steady and gentle on your hips. “Easy,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, full of patience. His hands guide your movements, careful, unhurried. “Take your time… let your pussy adjust to my size.” He leans back slightly on the couch, giving you full control over the pace, his eyes never leaving yours, letting you set the rhythm as you get used to the stretch.

You grab onto both his arms, your fingers squeezing as your face tightens with discomfort. “This hurts more than I thought it would,” you admit, your voice strained but honest. Thanos immediately stills, all the teasing and hunger in his expression melting into pure concern. “I’m sorry,” he says softly, his voice sincere, no trace of playfulness left as he gently helps lift you off him, his now-softening cock slipping from your body. His hands stay steady on your hips, his eyes never leaving yours. “We don’t have to keep going if it’s too painful,” he offers quietly, his touch full of patience. But you shake your head, repositioning him at your entrance with steady determination. “No, I wanna continue,” you say firmly, your voice soft but sure. His eyes widen slightly, a flicker of surprise mixed with admiration flashing across his face as he searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low, gentle, but the desire burning beneath it is impossible to miss. His hands cradle your face as he leans in, kissing you softly, tenderly, like he’s grounding you back into the moment. “If it gets too much, just tell me to stop, okay?” You nod, your heart racing but steady with resolve. He carefully guides you back down onto him, his movements painfully slow and extra gentle this time. His hands slide to your lower back and thighs, supporting you as you try to relax and take him deeper, his eyes never leaving yours. His lips find your neck, kissing and sucking softly at your skin, trying to ease the tension and distract you from the discomfort. “Breathe,” he whispers, his voice low and steady against your skin as his hands keep you anchored to him.

You had been talking all big before, full of teasing confidence, but now you were just a quiet mess, the pain making it hard to keep up that bold attitude. He notices your silence immediately, the small whimpers slipping past your lips giving away just how much you’re struggling. His eyes soften, the playful edge gone as he leans in and presses gentle kisses along your neck, his voice dropping even lower, softer than before. “You’re doing so well, taking me like this,” he whispers, his lips brushing your skin, his hands steadying your hips. “Just breathe through the pain, okay?” You nod faintly, your breathing shaky as you start to move slowly on his cock, testing the rhythm, adjusting to the stretch of him inside you. His eyes stay locked on yours, filled with a mix of lust and genuine concern, watching your every reaction carefully. “That’s it,” he encourages softly, his hands guiding your hips with slow, patient movements as he helps you find a rhythm that works. He can see the effort in your face, the tightness in your jaw, and he adjusts his position slightly beneath you, making it easier for your body to sink down onto him. You throw your head back a little, your breath hitching as the sharp edge of pain starts to dull, replaced by something warmer. “This feels better now,” you admit, your voice small but full of relief. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, satisfaction and relief washing over his features as he watches you start to relax. “Good,” he murmurs, his voice low, soothing, and full of quiet praise. His hips start to move in sync with yours, slow and steady, matching your rhythm but keeping everything gentle and careful. “Does that feel better?” he asks, his voice brushing your ear as you nod heavily, your head falling onto his shoulder as your body finally starts to adjust.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer as he keeps moving slowly inside you, his hips rolling with careful precision. His lips find your neck again, kissing and sucking softly along your skin, his mouth lingering as his hands roam over your body, exploring every curve under your dress. His voice drops to a whisper, warm and steady against your ear. “You’re doing so well… feel how good we fit together,” he murmurs, his words sending a shiver down your spine. “Fuck yes,” you moan into his shoulder, your hands gripping onto him as your hips start to move more desperately now, the ache of before replaced by a growing, delicious need. His grip tightens on your hips as he feels your body responding, your movements more eager, more confident. His eyes darken, his voice dropping even lower, rough and husky with desire. “Just like that… ride my cock,” he groans, his hips starting to meet your thrusts with more hunger, the slow rhythm quickening as the pleasure builds. “This feels so good,” you breathe out, your voice raw with need, the words sending a pulse of satisfaction through him. A deep groan rips from his throat as your words sink in, his cock throbbing inside you at the confirmation he’s been desperate to hear. His mouth crashes onto yours, kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands slide under your dress, gripping your ass cheeks firmly, spreading them apart slightly as he fucks up into you with more intensity.

You brace your hands on his shoulders, using them for leverage as you start to move more desperately on him, your hips working harder, bouncing up and down on his cock with growing urgency. His eyes stay locked on you, dark and hungry, watching every desperate movement, every little reaction. The sight is pure sin. Your dress is bunched up around your waist, his hands gripping your ass, holding you up as you ride him, the lewd, wet sounds of your pussy sliding along his length filling the room. You lean in closer, your face inches from his as your lips brush his. “It always should’ve been you,” you whisper, your voice shaky but full of raw honesty. The confession hits him like a shot to the chest. His mouth crashes onto yours, his lips claiming you in a rough, passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting into your mouth in the same rhythm his cock drives up into you, deep and desperate. Your words send a shudder through him, his arms tightening around you as he holds you closer, fucking you deeper, his pace rough but still controlled. He breaks the kiss just long enough to growl against your lips, his voice rough with possessiveness and need. “Only me… always only me.”

“I’ve always been so jealous seeing you with other girls,” you admit breathlessly, your voice shaky but raw with truth. He groans deeply at your words, the sound low and rough, that confession stirring something primal inside him, something possessive that’s been bottled up for far too long. “You have no idea how many times I wanted it to be you instead,” he growls, his voice strained with pure need as his hands tighten on your hips. His thrusts grow harder, faster, the frustration of all those years, all the missed chances, pouring into every desperate movement as he drives into you. You crash your lips onto his, kissing him hard now, the intensity of it almost overwhelming as years of pent-up tension and desire finally explode between you. He kisses you back just as fiercely, his tongue tangling with yours, matching the pace of his cock pounding into you, rough and relentless. The room fills with the sharp, wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh, your desperate moans blending with his deep groans, both of you completely lost in the moment, lost in each other.

He shifts suddenly, his strong arms lifting you with ease as he moves you onto your back on the couch. His hands grip both of your legs, pushing them up and placing them over his shoulders, spreading you wide open for him. The position leaves you completely exposed, vulnerable, and the moment he pushes inside again, you cry out, the new angle letting him hit impossibly deep. His eyes stay locked on the filthy, intoxicating sight of his cock disappearing into your soaked pussy over and over, the wet sounds filling the room as his hips snap forward with rough precision. His pace turns relentless now, your legs thrown over his shoulders giving him full control as he fucks you hard and deep. The couch creaks under the force of his thrusts, but neither of you care, the only thing that matters is the way he feels buried inside you, finally, completely. He leans forward slightly, adjusting his angle just enough to find that sweet spot deep within you, his eyes dark and wild as he watches your face twist in pure pleasure.

“Fuck…” he groans, his eyes locked on the spot where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside you over and over. Your pussy squeezes him tighter every time he hits that perfect spot, making his grip on your thighs tighten as his control slips. He starts doing it on purpose now, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, the sharp sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. Your moans get louder with every thrust, raw and desperate, the sound making his cock throb even harder inside you. Your legs shake on his shoulders, your body trembling as you fall apart beneath him. “Su-bong,” you cry his name, loud and breathless, your voice cracking with need. The sound of it makes his eyes darken and his thrusts turn rougher, completely lost in you.

Hearing his name fall from your lips like that nearly shatters his control. “Fuck… say it again… say my name,” he growls through gritted teeth, his pace turning rougher, his hips slamming into you with raw urgency. Every muscle in his body is tense as he watches his cock slide in and out of your soaked pussy, the sight pushing him closer to the edge. “Su-bong,” you whimper again, his name spilling from your lips like a desperate prayer, wrecked and breathless. It drives him insane. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a hard, searing kiss, his tongue claiming yours as your moans melt into his mouth. His hand slips between your bodies, finding your clit with ease, his fingers rubbing tight circles with just the right pressure, determined to pull you over the edge with him.

Your legs start to tremble as the pleasure builds, your body giving you away. “Look at you… so fucking pretty when you’re about to come on my dick,” he growls, his eyes glued to your face, watching every contorted expression of pleasure take over. His hand slides down between your legs, spreading your lips apart so he can watch his thick cock slide in and out of your pink, swollen pussy, the sight making his jaw clench. “Please,” you whimper, your voice broken and needy, that sound making his cock throb because he knows exactly what it means. You’re close. He snaps his hips forward harder now, hitting that deep spot with every thrust, his pace rough and relentless. “You need more?” he rasps, though he knows you can barely speak when you’re like this. Your eyes say it all. He takes it as a yes. His hips slam into yours with enough force to make the couch slide across the floor, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse race as he fucks you into oblivion. “Cum for me,” he growls, his thumb pressing down on your clit, rubbing harsh circles as his cock drives into you over and over.

You reach your climax hard, your legs shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure rips through you. “Jesus…” he groans, his eyes fixed on the way your pussy spasms around his cock, clenching tight, milking him. Your legs are practically convulsing on his shoulders, your body shaking with every aftershock. He knows he hit that spot just right when that exact sound leaves your lips — a high-pitched moan tangled with a desperate cry. It doesn’t take him long after that. With a deep, broken groan, he loses control completely, pumping his hot cum deep inside you. His entire body trembles as he holds your legs up high, burying himself to the hilt, filling you up completely. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” he curses under his breath, his face twisting with raw pleasure as he rides it out. For a moment, neither of you move, both of you panting hard, his chest rising and falling as he stays buried inside you. Slowly, he lowers your legs down, watching his softening cock slide out along with a trickle of his cum dripping from your swollen pussy. The sight makes his possessiveness flare, his eyes dark with satisfaction at the messy proof of himself inside you. You collapse back, needing a moment to breathe, your body still trembling slightly. He knows you need the pause, his hand sliding into your hair as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in, your scent mixed with sweat and sex still clinging to the air.

At that moment the sound of the front door unlocking cuts through the heavy silence. You both freeze, your eyes snapping to his as panic flickers between you. It’s already an hour later, the exact time your mom promised she’d be home after your party. His eyes widen in pure panic as he quickly pulls out of you, grabbing his clothes off the floor in a frantic rush. “Shit,” he hisses under his breath, running his hands through his messy hair as he fumbles to zip up his pants. The two of you scramble to fix yourselves, sitting quickly on the couch, trying your best to look normal despite the obvious flush on your cheeks and the faint scent of sex still lingering in the air. Your heart races as your mom steps into the living room. “Hi mom,” you greet her innocently, your voice far too sweet for the situation, praying she doesn’t notice the disaster you both just narrowly escaped.

“Hi sweetie,” your mom replies with a warm smile, completely oblivious as she drops her purse onto the table. “You two watch a movie?” she asks casually, glancing around the living room. Your hair is still a little messy, and Thanos’ shirt is buttoned unevenly, but thankfully, she doesn’t seem to notice. “No, we were just finishing up cleaning from the party,” you reply smoothly, forcing a casual smile as your heart continues to race. Thanos sits beside you, nodding quickly, his face the picture of innocence despite the lingering flush on his cheeks.

“Mhmm,” your mom hums, clearly buying your lie, though mostly because she looks too tired to care. “I’m going to shower,” she announces, already turning to head down the hall. You both exhale in silent relief until she suddenly stops mid-step. “Oh, by the way,” Her words hang in the air as Thanos quickly looks down, finally noticing his shirt is buttoned completely wrong. His eyes widen for half a second before he casually starts unbuttoning and fixing it, trying his best to look unfazed. “Ah, just a little messy from cleaning,” he chuckles, forcing a relaxed grin as he fumbles with the buttons. Your mom just waves her hand dismissively, disappearing down the hall toward the bathroom.

The second you hear the door click shut, you both lock eyes, barely holding in your laughter. The adrenaline, the relief, the absolute chaos of the whole night sinks in, and you lean back against the couch, breathless and smiling. “We got away with that… barely,” you whisper. Thanos chuckles, still buttoning his shirt properly, his eyes soft but mischievous. “Worth it,” he mutters, flashing you a grin that promises this night was only the beginning.

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One Step at a Time

Mina is an idol, a princess, and an enigma. She was a star that burned brightly in the sky but always just out of your reach. She was a beauty like none other, like an angel who had descended onto Earth. She was your best friend, with whom you shared everything—everything except the one secret you kept hidden because you were scared of ruining the friendship you cherished the most.

“Mina, we need to leave soon. The music video shoot will start in a bit,” you reminded her as you finished packing some necessities.

Mina emerged from her room, her radiant smile lighting up the space. “Yes! Just one sec, I need to grab my Switch from the console,” she said, heading to the TV.

You watched her with a mixture of admiration and longing. She was effortlessly graceful, her every movement a dance, every glance a spark of life. Being her manager had its challenges, but the hardest part was hiding your feelings. You admired her from afar, cherishing every moment you spent together, yet always mindful of the line you couldn’t cross.

As Mina gathered her things, you took a deep breath, steadying yourself for another day of keeping your emotions in check. You loved her dearly, more than she could ever know. The way her eyes sparkled with excitement, her laugh that could brighten the darkest day, her unwavering dedication to her craft—every aspect of her drew you in deeper.

Your mind drifted back to the countless nights you’d spent talking about dreams, fears, and everything in between. She was your confidante, your muse, your everything. But you were just her manager, her best friend, the one who was always there but never close enough.

“Got it! Let’s go,” Mina called out, breaking your reverie. She flashed you a smile, and your heart ached with the weight of your unspoken words.

As you made your way to the car, you stole glances at her, committing every detail to memory. The way her hair caught the light, the subtle scent of her perfume, the way her eyes twinkled with anticipation. Each detail was a precious fragment of the person you loved but could never claim.

“How are you feeling today? Are you ready for the shoot?” you asked, occasionally stealing glances at Mina through the rearview mirror.

“Yes! Thanks to you I got some much-needed rest. If you hadn’t taken my Switch, I might have ended up playing the entire night,” Mina said with a playful smile.

You chuckled. “Well, someone has to look out for you. You know how you get with those games.”

“I do, I do. And you’re always there to keep me in check,” she replied, her tone affectionate. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You felt a pang in your chest but kept your voice light. “Probably pull a few all-nighters and show up to shoots with panda eyes.”

Mina laughed, the sound like music to your ears. “True! And then you’d have to deal with a grumpy, sleep-deprived me. Not a pretty sight.”

“Hey, I’ve seen you at your worst, and you still look like an angel,” you said before you could stop yourself.

She blushed slightly, looking out the window. “You’re too kind. Really.”

There was a comfortable silence for a moment, filled with the hum of the car and the city sounds outside. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your unspoken feelings settle back into place.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today’s shoot?” she asked, changing the subject.

“It’s the final scenes for the music video. Lots of choreography, some close-ups. The director wants to capture that ‘ethereal princess’ vibe you do so well,” you explained.

Mina nodded, her excitement palpable. “I love those kinds of shoots. They’re always so magical.”

“And you make it look effortless,” you added, your admiration clear.

She glanced at you through the mirror, her eyes soft. “I have a good team behind me. Especially you.”

Your heart swelled with emotion. “Just doing my job.”

“More than just your job,” she said quietly. “You’re always there for me, in ways I can’t even begin to describe.”

You swallowed hard, the intensity of your feelings threatening to spill over. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Right,” she echoed, her voice filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

*****

The shoot went smoothly, finishing no later than late afternoon, much faster than scheduled due to Mina’s professionalism.

“Good work, Mina! You were amazing out there!” you complimented her.

“Thank you! I’m so tired,” Mina said, walking toward you to grab the drink you were holding.

“So, what else is on the schedule for today?” she asked, sipping her drink.

“You have group practice coming up later this evening, and by 8 p.m., you should be done and free to go home,” you informed her.

“Yay! I can’t believe I’m getting out so early today!” Mina cheered.

******

Later, you drove her to the JYP Entertainment building. Mina was in high spirits, humming along to the radio as you navigated through the city traffic. Upon arriving, she waved at a few familiar faces and headed towards the practice rooms.

As you walked down the hallway, Mina spotted Hyunjin from Stray Kids. He was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. When he saw Mina, his face lit up with a warm smile.

“Noona! Great to see you,” Hyunjin greeted, straightening up.

“Hey, Hyunjin! It’s been a while,” Mina replied, returning the smile.

The two of them chatted for a bit, catching up on their busy schedules. You watched them interact, noting the easy camaraderie between them. They laughed and teased each other, the conversation flowing naturally. At one point, Hyunjin playfully ruffled Mina’s hair, and she swatted his hand away, giggling.

“You’re always messing up my hair,” she complained, but her tone was light and affectionate.

“Just keeping you on your toes,” Hyunjin teased back.

The moment was sweet, a reminder of the strong bonds formed within the industry. You felt a pang of jealousy but quickly brushed it aside. Mina’s happiness was what mattered most.

“I’ve got to head to group practice now,” Mina said, glancing at the time. “Catch you later, Hyunjin!”

“Good luck!” Hyunjin called out as she turned to leave.

Mina walked over to you, her smile still lingering from the interaction. “Ready?” she asked.

“Ready,” you replied, leading her to the practice room.

Inside, the other members were already warming up. Mina joined them, her focus shifting seamlessly to the task at hand. You watched from the sidelines, admiring her dedication and skill. She moved with a grace that was both powerful and effortless, her presence commanding the room.

As practice continued, you kept an eye on the time, making sure everything stayed on schedule. Mina’s energy never wavered, her passion for performing evident in every move. You felt a swell of pride, knowing that you played a small part in supporting her journey.

When the clock struck 8 p.m., practice wrapped up. The group exchanged a few words of encouragement before heading out. Mina approached you, her face flushed with exertion but glowing with satisfaction.

“All done for the day,” she said, a hint of relief in her voice.

“Great job today, Mina. You were incredible,” you praised.

“Thanks to you,” she replied softly.

You smiled, your heart full. “Ready to go home?”

“You go on and head home, Hyunjin wanted to grab some food so I am going to meet with him and have him drop me home,” Mina says

Hearing Mina’s gratitude made your heart swell, but it also brought a sharp pang of longing. A part of you wanted to stop her from going, to hold her back and keep her close, but you knew you had no right to do that. Being powerless in this situation, you could do nothing but nod and say, “Okay, good night, be careful!”

She gave you a warm smile. “Good night. See you tomorrow!”

You watched her walk away, every step pulling her further from you. The ache in your chest grew, but you forced a smile, hiding the turmoil within.

After Mina left, you made your way to your office to pack up. The room felt emptier than usual, the silence almost suffocating. You gathered your things, trying to focus on the tasks at hand, but your mind kept drifting back to Mina. The image of her smiling face, and her gentle words, lingered in your thoughts, a bittersweet reminder of what you could never have.

As you headed home, you took a detour through the parking lot. That’s when you saw them—Mina and Hyunjin. They were standing by his car, talking animatedly. Then, to your dismay, Hyunjin pulled her into a hug. She hugged him back, her expression relaxed and happy.

A wave of jealousy crashed over you, raw and intense. You gripped the steering wheel, your knuckles turning white. The helplessness you felt was overwhelming, the realization that you had no place at that moment, no right to feel this way, cutting deep.

Mina and Hyunjin broke apart, and she got into his car. You watched as they drove away, the taillights disappearing into the night. The sense of loss was almost tangible, a hollow ache that settled in your chest.

When you finally arrived home, the emptiness of your apartment felt even more pronounced. You dropped your bag by the door and sank onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. The events of the evening played over and over in your mind, each memory tinged with longing and regret.

You closed your eyes, trying to push away the thoughts, but they persisted. The sight of Mina and Hyunjin together, the easy affection between them—it was a stark reminder of everything you couldn’t have. The love you felt for her, unspoken and unrequited, weighed heavily on your heart.

Reaching for your phone, you scrolled through the photos you had taken during the shoot. Each picture was a testament to Mina’s beauty and talent, but also a painful reminder of the distance between you. You lingered on one photo, in particular, a candid shot of her laughing. It was a moment of pure joy, unguarded and real. You wished you could be the one to make her laugh like that, to share in her happiness in a way that went beyond friendship.

But you knew it was a dream, a fantasy that would never come true. Loving Mina from afar was all you had, and it had to be enough. You had to accept that.

******

This was the last music show Twice would be on for this comeback. The comeback had gone exceptionally well, with the group winning numerous awards. After this final performance, all the members were given some well-deserved free time to relax and enjoy themselves. As everyone waited in the dressing room, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and excitement.

You were busy making sure everything was in order when Hyunjin appeared at the door, carrying bags of food and drinks. He wore a bright smile, his presence immediately lifting the already jubilant mood.

“Hey everyone! I brought some snacks and drinks to celebrate your amazing comeback!” Hyunjin announced, his voice full of enthusiasm.

The members of Twice cheered, grateful for the thoughtful gesture. “Hyunjin! Thank you so much!” they chorused, crowding around him to take the treats.

You watched as Hyunjin handed out the food and drinks, your eyes inevitably drawn to Mina. She accepted a drink with a grateful smile, and then, to your dismay, Hyunjin made a beeline for her. They began chatting animatedly, their laughter filling the room.

You tried to focus on your tasks, but your attention kept drifting back to them. The way Hyunjin leaned in slightly when he spoke, the way Mina’s eyes sparkled with genuine happiness—each detail stoked the fire of jealousy burning in your chest.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Mina gently touch Hyunjin’s arm, her gesture full of warmth and familiarity. It was a small act of affection, but it cut deeply. You felt powerless, standing there with your heart aching and your mind racing.

Trying to shake off the feelings, you busied yourself with organizing the room, making sure everyone had what they needed. But the image of Mina and Hyunjin together was seared into your mind.

Finally, you stepped outside for a moment, needing some air. The hallway was quieter, offering a brief respite from the whirlwind of emotions. You leaned against the wall, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths.

******

It had been two weeks since the holidays started, and as of today, it was the eighth time you were driving Mina to meet with Hyunjin. Each time hurt just as much as the first, and you had finally decided that this would be the last. You had asked to be transferred to a different department, and today you would tell Mina about it.

The drive was quiet, the air filled with unspoken tension. You stole a glance at Mina, who was looking out the window, a small smile playing on her lips. It made your heart ache, knowing this was the last time you’d be doing this.

When you arrived at the café where Hyunjin was waiting, you parked the car and turned to Mina. “Mina, can we talk for a moment before you go in?”

She looked at you, her smile fading slightly. “Sure, what’s up?”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. “I’ve asked to be transferred to a different department.”

Mina’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? Why?”

You forced a smile, trying to keep your voice even. “I think it’s time for a change. I’ve been with you and the group for a long time, and I feel like it’s time to explore new opportunities within the company.”

“But… I need you,” Mina said softly, her eyes searching yours. “You’ve always been there for me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Your heart clenched at her words, but you pushed forward. “You’ll be fine, Mina. You’re strong and talented, and you have a great team to support you. It’s not like I’ll be gone completely; I’ll just be in a different department.”

She looked down, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her bag. “I guess… I just didn’t expect this. It feels sudden.”

“I know,” you said gently. “But I’ve been thinking about it for a while. It’s not an easy decision, but I believe it’s the right one for both of us.”

Mina took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “If this is what you want, then I won’t stop you. But I’ll miss you. A lot.”

You smiled, trying to hide your pain. “I’ll miss you too, Mina. More than you know. But this isn’t goodbye forever. We’ll still see each other around.”

She reached out and took your hand, squeezing it tightly. “Promise me you’ll take care of yourself. And if you ever need anything, you’ll let me know?”

“I promise,” you said, squeezing her hand back. “You take care of yourself too. And keep being the amazing person you are.”

Mina nodded, her grip on your hand lingering for a moment before she let go. “I should go. Hyunjin’s waiting.”

You nodded, watching as she got out of the car and walked towards the café. As she greeted Hyunjin with a warm smile and a hug, you felt the familiar pang of jealousy and heartache. But you knew this was the right decision, for both of you.

******

The next few weeks had been the worst. No matter what you did, you always thought about Mina, missing her laugh and her silly conversations. You knew it was for the best to avoid her because you needed to get over your feelings for her. So you drowned yourself in work, starting a new project on the production team for a new music video. All you did was eat, work, and sleep, not going out or even meeting with any of your friends.

One night, just as you were about to sleep, the doorbell rang. To your surprise, it was Jihyo. She was one of the other members you were close to.

“Hey, what is this I’m hearing? Are you no longer Mina’s manager?” she questioned.

“Yeah, it’s been a few weeks since I was transferred. Did she not tell you?” you replied coldly, not wanting to continue the conversation.

“She did, but the reason you gave her makes absolutely no sense. I know you, and you would never leave Mina, no matter how bored you got with the work. Otherwise, you would have never been her manager. So tell me, what is the real reason you left?” Jihyo asked her tone firm yet concerned.

You sighed, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down on you. “Jihyo, it’s complicated. I... I have feelings for Mina. And it was getting too hard to be around her, especially when she’s spending so much time with Hyunjin.”

Jihyo’s eyes softened with understanding. “Oh, I see. But from what I can see I don’t think they are dating. He’s been supportive during her comeback, but I don’t think there’s anything more than that.”

You shook your head, the pain still fresh. “It doesn’t matter. I needed to distance myself. It was too painful watching them together, even if they were just friends. I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine.”

Jihyo looked at you thoughtfully. “I get it. But you know, Mina misses you. She’s been asking about you a lot. She doesn’t understand why you left so suddenly.”

“She’ll be fine, Jihyo. She has you and the rest of the group to support her,” you said, trying to convince yourself as much as her.

Jihyo sighed. “You’re right, but it’s not the same. You were always there for her, more than just a manager. She needs you, even if she doesn’t realize it.”

“I appreciate you coming here, Jihyo, but I’ve made my decision. I can’t go back. It’s too much,” you said, your voice filled with resignation.

Jihyo nodded slowly, seeing the determination in your eyes. “Alright. But if you ever change your mind, know that we’re here for you. And if you need to talk, about anything, I’m here.”

“Thanks, Jihyo. It means a lot,” you replied, feeling a small sense of relief from her understanding.

After Jihyo left, you thought a lot about what she said and how much you missed all the other girls. Realizing how your decision had affected not just Mina but also the rest of the members with whom you were close, you began to reconsider. Though you were busy with work, the occasional messages from them reminded you of the bond you shared.

A few months passed since your conversation with Jihyo. After the shooting of the music video and the comeback schedule finished, you were promoted to the head manager of Twice. It wasn't something you were particularly excited about, but the significant pay rise made it an offer you couldn't refuse. Still, you knew it was going to be challenging.

Not long after your promotion, you found out that Mina was dating Hyunjin. The news hit you hard, but you chose to ignore it and focused on your work. It was painful, but you buried yourself in your new responsibilities, determined to make the best of the situation.

Despite your busy schedule, you found solace in spending time with Jihyo. Whenever the two of you had free time, you would hang out and talk about various things, with golf being a frequent topic of conversation. Jihyo had insisted you try it, and to your surprise, you found it quite enjoyable.

One afternoon, after a particularly long day, Jihyo invited you to the driving range. "Come on, you need a break. Let’s hit some balls and unwind," she said, her tone light and encouraging.

You smiled, grateful for her persistence. "Alright, Jihyo. Lead the way."

As you both practiced your swings, the conversation flowed easily. Jihyo’s laughter and positive energy were infectious, helping you forget your troubles, even if just for a little while.

"So, how are you holding up with all the new responsibilities?" Jihyo asked, adjusting her stance.

"It's been a lot, but I'm managing," you replied, taking a swing. "I just try to stay focused on the work and not think too much about... other things."

Jihyo nodded, understanding. "I know it’s tough, but you’re doing great. We all appreciate everything you do for us."

Her words brought warmth to your heart. "Thanks, Jihyo. That means a lot."

As the sun began to set, you both sat down on a bench, enjoying the peaceful evening. "You know," Jihyo said thoughtfully, "I'm really glad we’ve been spending more time together. It’s nice having someone to talk to about things outside of work."

You nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it’s been good for me too. I’ve needed the distraction."

Jihyo smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Well, anytime you need to vent or just hang out, I’m here. We’re all in this together, right?"

"Right," you agreed, feeling a sense of camaraderie and support that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

*******

Walking through the halls after taking a few printouts, you were suddenly pulled into a room. "Oh my god! What the fuck?" you screamed out of surprise.

It was even more shocking because it was Mina, who you hadn’t spoken to about anything other than work since you came back as the head manager. “Oh Mina, what happened? Is anything wrong?” you asked, trying to be professional despite your racing heart.

Mina’s eyes flashed with a mixture of emotions. “What’s wrong? You tell me! Ever since you came back, you’ve been avoiding me. You spend all your time with Jihyo now. What’s going on?”

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Mina, it’s not like that. I’m just trying to do my job and—”

“Do your job? You barely even look at me anymore! We used to be so close, and now it’s like I don’t even exist to you unless it’s about work,” she interrupted, her voice rising.

“Mina, please understand. I needed some distance. It’s not personal,” you explained, your voice gentle but firm.

“Not personal? It feels pretty personal to me!” she shot back, her frustration clear. “I see you laughing and talking with Jihyo all the time. Why can’t you be like that with me?”

You sighed, struggling to find the right words. “Mina, it’s complicated. You have Hyunjin now, and I—”

Mina cut you off, her eyes narrowing. “What does Hyunjin have to do with this? This is about us. Our friendship.”

Before you could respond, she stepped closer, her eyes searching yours. “I miss you. I miss us,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly.

Your heart ached at her words, but you knew you had to stay strong. “Mina, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you too. But things are different now.”

Her eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and determination. “Why can’t we go back to the way things were?”

As you tried to explain, she suddenly leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a brief, impulsive kiss. Shocked, you gently pushed her away, your heart pounding. “Mina, you can’t do this. You’re with Hyunjin.”

Mina stepped back, her face a mask of confusion and hurt. “I—I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. “It’s okay, but we can’t do this. You need to figure out what you want.”

Mina nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “I just… I don’t understand why this is happening. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not losing me, Mina. I’m still here, just in a different way,” you said softly. “But you need to be honest with yourself and with Hyunjin.”

She wiped her eyes, trying to compose herself. “You’re right. I’m sorry for putting you in this position.”

She left you alone in the room, and you collapsed to the ground. Kissing Mina was something you had always dreamed about, but somehow this wasn’t how you wanted it to be. It was overwhelming because you wanted nothing more than to give in to your desire, kiss her, and enjoy every single second of it. You wanted to hold her close and never let her go, but you knew this was something impulsive. Mina was confused, and at the end of the day, she would go back to her boyfriend.

Sitting there on the cold floor, you buried your face in your hands, trying to calm your racing heart. The weight of the situation bore down on you, and the reality of your feelings hit you harder than ever before.

After a few moments, you managed to pull yourself together and stood up, taking a deep breath. You knew you had to stay focused and professional, even if it felt like your heart was breaking.

As you walked back to your office, your mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The memory of her lips on yours was vivid, but you pushed it aside, knowing that dwelling on it would only make things worse. You had a job to do, and you needed to be strong.

Over the next few days, she kept her distance from you. You coordinated schedules, managed logistics, and ensured everything ran smoothly for Twice’s upcoming projects. The busyness helped to distract you, but it couldn't erase the ache in your chest.

During one of your breaks, you found yourself sitting with Jihyo in the practice room. She noticed the tired look in your eyes and gave you a concerned glance. “You okay? You seem a bit off lately.”

You forced a smile, not wanting to burden her with your troubles. “Just a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

Jihyo raised an eyebrow. “Does this have anything to do with Mina?”

Her perceptiveness caught you off guard, and you sighed, unable to hide the truth from her. “Yeah, we had a bit of a... moment the other day. It’s complicated.”

Jihyo frowned, leaning closer. “What happened?”

You hesitated but then decided to share. “She kissed me. It was impulsive, and I know she’s confused. I had to push her away because she was with Hyunjin. But it’s been eating me up inside.”

Jihyo’s expression softened with understanding. “That’s tough. But you did the right thing. She needs to figure out her feelings, and you can’t let yourself get caught up in that mess.”

“I know,” you said, your voice heavy with resignation. “But it doesn’t make it any easier.”

Jihyo reached out and squeezed your hand. “Hang in there. Focus on the positive things, like our golf sessions. You’ve been improving a lot, you know.”

You chuckled and she hugged you, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood. “Thanks, Jihyo. It means a lot to me to know that I have

Jihyo smiled warmly. “And remember, you’re not alone. We’re all here for you. Don’t be afraid to lean on us when you need to.”

You didn’t let go of Jihyo for a few minutes because it felt calming, but that wasn’t the best idea. Mina walked into the room and saw it, her face contorting with fury. Not caring about anything else, Mina stormed towards you, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the door. Her grip was tight, her nails digging into your skin.

“Mina, stop! Where are you taking him?” Jihyo screamed, panic in her voice.

“Jihyo, stay out of this!” Mina screamed back, her voice echoing through the room. It was rare to hear Mina that loud, and Jihyo, shocked, decided to let you both figure it out yourselves.

Mina dragged you into an empty room down the hall, slamming the door shut behind her. She let go of your hand, and you rubbed the red marks left by her nails. "Mina, what the hell? What's going on?" you demanded, trying to keep your anger in check.

"What's going on?" Mina shot back, her eyes blazing. "You tell me! I walk in, and I see you all cozy with Jihyo. What am I supposed to think?"

"Mina, Jihyo was just trying to comfort me," you said, trying to keep your voice calm. "We're friends. That's all."

"Friends? You think I don't see what's going on?" she yelled, her voice breaking. "You’ve been avoiding me, spending all your time with Jihyo. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"How it makes you feel?" you echoed incredulously. "Mina, you're the one who kissed me and then went back to Hyunjin like nothing happened! How do you think I feel?"

She flinched at your words, tears welling up in her eyes. "I... I don't know. I was confused. I still am. But seeing you with her... it hurts."

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Mina, I’ve been trying to deal with my feelings. It’s hard seeing you with Hyunjin, knowing I can't be with you the way I want to be. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you."

She stepped closer, her voice trembling. "I miss you. I miss us. I don't know what to do with these feelings, but I can’t stand seeing you with someone else."

You felt a pang of guilt and longing, but you knew you had to stay strong. "Mina, you need to figure out what you want. You can’t keep doing this to yourself, to Hyunjin, or me. It's not fair to any of us."

She looked down, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."

You reached out, gently lifting her chin so she could meet your gaze. "It’s okay to be confused, Mina. But you need to be honest with yourself and with Hyunjin. Only then can we figure out what comes next."

She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I will. I promise."

It was an improvement because there was some hope for you and Mina, as she was feeling something similar to what you were! But it was still confusing, and you needed time to think, especially after all that had just happened. You called in sick and left the set immediately, deciding to grab a drink to cool down a little.

You found a quiet bar a few blocks away and took a seat in a dimly lit corner. The bartender approached, and you ordered a drink, hoping it would help settle your racing thoughts. As you took your first sip, the events of the past few weeks replayed in your mind. The kiss, Mina’s outburst, the tension, and the hope of something more—it was all too much to process.

The bar was relatively empty, the low hum of conversations and soft music providing a comforting backdrop. You nursed your drink, trying to make sense of your feelings. Mina's confession had given you hope, but her confusion and the reality of her relationship with Hyunjin kept you grounded.

After a couple of drinks, you went home and eventually crashed.

It was the weekend, and you had no plans whatsoever. Planning to drown yourself in alcohol and play games the entire day, you settled into a routine of indulgence and distraction. Eventually, you fell asleep again in front of the TV, watching some stupid videos. You were woken up by a sudden knock on the door. Groggily walking to the door, disheveled, you opened it to find none other than the one woman in this entire world you were trying to avoid.

“Mina.”

She stood there, looking almost as disheveled as you felt, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of determination and hesitation. "Hey," she said softly, biting her lower lip.

"Hey," you replied, unable to hide your surprise and confusion. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I come in?"

You hesitated for a moment, but then stepped aside, letting her enter. The room was a mess, a testament to your recent attempts at distraction, and Mina took it all in with a concerned glance.

"I didn’t know where else to go," she admitted, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. "I’ve been thinking a lot about what we talked about. About us."

You ran a hand through your hair, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the fog of alcohol. "Mina, I don’t know if this is the best time..."

"I know," she interrupted, her eyes pleading. "But I can't keep avoiding this. Avoiding you. We need to talk."

You sighed, gesturing for her to sit down. "Okay, let’s talk."

Just as you were about to turn around to get her some water, she grabbed you and pulled you into a kiss and yet again you pushed her away.

“MINA!” You screamed.

"I ended things with Hyunjin," she began, her voice steady but her eyes filled with emotion. "It wasn’t fair to him, and it wasn’t fair to you. I needed to be honest with myself and with you."

Your heart raced at her words, a mix of hope and fear swirling inside you. "Mina, that’s a big step. But where does that leave us?"

"I don’t know," she admitted, her voice trembling. "All I know is that I miss you. I miss us. And I can’t stand the thought of losing you."

You looked into her eyes, seeing the sincerity and vulnerability there. "I miss you too, Mina. But this is complicated. We can’t just pretend everything’s okay."

“Fuck complicated! I need you right now. Those kisses are so intoxicating, it's like a drug, and I can’t live without it,” Mina said, already frustrated. You could see she was trying to hold back as much as you were.

You could no longer hold back either and finally gave in, pulling Mina into you and kissing her. The kiss was so passionate, tongues dancing. Her hands freely explored your body while yours did the same, tracing every curve and line, memorizing the feeling of her against you.

"Mina," you murmured against her lips, the word a mix of desire and need.

She responded by pressing closer, deepening the kiss, her fingers tangling in your hair. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you, lost in the intensity of the moment. You could feel her heartbeat, rapid and strong, matching your own.

As your hands roamed, exploring every inch of each other, you felt a surge of emotions. Desire, yes, but also love and longing, things you had tried to suppress for so long. You broke the kiss, both of you panting, eyes locked.

"Mina, are you sure?" you asked, needing to know she wanted this as much as you did, despite the complications.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice breathless but certain. "I've never been more sure of anything."

You pulled her back into another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate, savoring each second. The tension between you, built up over months, finally found release in the shared intimacy. It was like nothing else mattered but the two of you, here and now.

You carried her to the couch, your movements urgent but careful, laying her down gently. She looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire and trust. "I've wanted this for so long," she confessed, her voice soft.

"Me too," you admitted, leaning down to kiss her again, your hands exploring the soft skin beneath her shirt, skin as smooth as silk. She fit so perfectly in your hand.

Your hands sneak underneath her bra, playing with her boobs, her nipples hard as a rock causing her to moan. The bra was a disturbance so you unclasp it and take it off Mina.

“Mina you are so fucking perfect. You don’t know just how happy I am right now,” you say. Not able to contain your excitement, you bite Mina’s neck you knew it would leave a mark but you didn’t care because right now she belonged to you and no one else.

“Ngh! Y/N slow down, it’s going to leave a mark,” Mina says as she tries to push you away.

Pulling away from Mina you look into her eyes and say “That’s what I want. I want everyone to know that you belong to me now.”

Mina’s face turned red, “hey! Don’t say that,” Mina said as she buried her face in her hands.

“Alright, I will do it somewhere no one can see then,” you say before you begin nibbling just above Mina’s right breast. Mina’s breasts must have been a sensitive spot for her because as you nibbled on her breast, you could hear her moan and her grip on your head tighten.

To ensure that Mina’s other breast is equally attended, use your hand to play with the nipple. After giving her boobs the appreciation they deserved, you began to place kisses all over her body, memorizing every inch of her perfect body. She had a few moles on her body and you placed kisses on them multiple times before moving on. Mina’s moans echoed through the room as you worshipped her body. Once you reached her pants you looked up at Mina, asking for permission and she nodded, but before you took off her pants you said, “If we are going to do this then I would rather have my first time with you on a proper bed.”

Grabbing Mina’s hand you pull her with you to the room, once you are inside, you kneel in front of her. Pulling her pants down along with her panties, placing kisses on her thighs near her but not touching it.

The pants now discarded, Mina stood in your room naked, a scene that you never thought would become reality. Taking one of Mina’s legs you place it on your shoulder, her wet pussy on full display for you.

“D-don’t stare,” Mina says, shy from how vulnerable she is.

“Artwork such as this needs to be admired, baby,” you say, not noticing the endearment you had just used. Not wanting to keep her waiting, you dive into her pussy, licking it. Her pussy was delicious, something that you would never get tired of eating.

Mina grabbed your hair, trying to keep her balance and not fall. Her moans get louder every second. The pleasure slowly took over her brain, her pussy throbbed around your fingers every time you flicked her clit.

“CUMMINGG!” Mina screamed before squirting all over your face. Her balance was completely lost, she was leaning completely on your body and was able to stand with some help from the bed frame.

But that balance soon gave in and she ended up falling onto the bed, recovering from her orgasm, still panting and shaking. You joined her on the bed, lying down next to her, waiting for her to come back to reality.

“Fuck, This is the first time, I came that hard,” Mina says, after coming down from the high.

“My turn now,” Mina says before getting up to undo your pants and get rid of them. She slowly pulls down your underwear and your dick pops out and hits Mina in the face.

“Someone’s eager,” Mina says, grabbing your cock she starts to stroke it, slowly using her spit as the lube. After stroking it for a few seconds, she took your cock in her mouth. It was warm and just as perfect as you imagined it would be.

Mina began bobbing her head, trying her best to take more of your cock, she was struggling to take your entire length but you didn’t mind because the way she looked at you made you go feral, her look was that of someone wanting praise.

“Fuck! Mina, I want to fuck your mouth so badly,” you said, doing your best to hold back and not scare her away.

Mina pulls your cock out of her mouth, panting and coughing from how much she was pushing herself. “Do it the, fuck my face please, I want to make you cum the same way that you did to me,” Mina said, looking up at you with those captivating eyes, begging to be used for your pleasure and who were you to say no.

She slowly puts your cock back into her mouth and begins bobbing and pushing herself as deep as she could. Grabbing the back of her head, you push her head further into your body until her nose touches your pelvis bone, Mina gagged a little but she didn’t resist.

You pulled it out a little before you started pounding her face, “Fuck, I’m going to cum!” you groaned before pushing Mina’s head down your dick and releasing all your cum down her throat.

After you stopped cumming, Mina swallowed up all your cum, without any complaints at all.

You watched as Mina walked to the washroom, to clean up a little, her as swaying from one side to the other. With every step her ass cheeks bouncing. This turned you on a lot more than you thought it would.

As soon as Mina came back you pushed her onto the bed and got on top of her, pinning both her hands above her head.

“How are you so fucking gorgeous? It's driving me crazy,” You say to Mina, looking deep into her eyes. They soften at your compliment, it wasn’t just out of lust but out of pure admiration for her and she knew it.

“I could ask you the same thing, how is it possible that you don’t have women dying for you because I would do anything to be with you,” Mina says.

Closing the distance, her breath touching your skin, “Then prove it to me!”

Mina closes the distance between you, lips touching and moving in harmony. “Enough, please fuck me, I have wanted this for so long, I can’t wait anymore,” Mina says, you can hear how desperate she is.

“Nor can I baby,” you say before positioning your cock at Mina’s entrance, slapping and teasing it. Her wet pussy juice sticking to your cock.

“Stop teasing and put it in,” Mina whined and you obliged, slowly pushing your tip into her, god was she tight, she was gripping onto your tip so hard. You continue to push into her slowly but stop all when you hear Mina scream.

You start to pull out a little because you don’t want to hurt Mina, “No!! Keep going please, just slowly,” Mina says as she grips your arms.

“Baby, you need to relax, you are too tense and that's why it’s hurting you,” You say to Mina before leaning in to kiss her.

Mina’s focused on the kiss, tongue in your mouth, taking this opportunity, you push into her again slowly

“HGNH” Mina groaned again but she relaxed, focusing more on the kiss.

Once you were in her completely you stayed still allowing her to adjust and not wanting to hurt her. After a minute or so Mina pulls away from the kiss and says,” You can move now,”

You begin to move slowly in the beginning. You tried different angles to find Mina’s most sensitive spot. Moans filled the room, louder every time you hit a certain spot. Pleasure building up Mina wanted more,

“Harder, you can go harder,” Mina managed to say in between her moans. Obliging with her commands your thrusts get harder. It was truly a sight to take in, Mina’s tits bouncing out of control, her moans loud enough to be heard by your neighbors, and the most erotic expression on her face.

“Ahh fuck! Keep going! Oh my fucking god,” All sorts of obscenities were coming out of Mina’s mouth, her elegant image was being destroyed and you were the reason for it.

You couldn’t hold on much longer but you didn’t want it to end. Without pulling out, you picked Mina up, holding her in your arms as you continued to pound her. Your dick now hitting much deeper.

“Oh fuck! Keep going, I need you so badly!” Mina moaned as her hands gripped onto your back, nails digging in, and her legs on your hands as you thrust into her.

After thrusting into Mina’s tight pussy for many minutes, “CUMMING!” Mina screams as she squirts all over your cock. Your dick slips out of her and is now coated with her liquid.

Soon recovering from her orgasm still in your arms she whispers something that you didn’t expect to hear. “Let me ride you,”

It was a shocking suggestion but one that you welcomed. You set her down on the bed and join her on the bed, She is now sitting on you, her legs on each side of your body. Her pussy lips are right above your cock.

Not wasting much time, Mina pushes your cock into her, it wasn’t that hard as now she was a little more relaxed once it was fully in she began bouncing on it like no tomorrow. She was amazing, it was like nothing you had ever felt, the way she moved was immaculate.

Mina leans down to kiss you as she continues to ride your cock. Given how much her pussy was throbbing it wouldn’t be much longer before she was cumming all over your cock again.

You grab a hold of her ass and push her down harsher, it takes her by surprise causing her to yelp. You were thrusting into Mina’s G-spot causing her to scream in pleasure. The room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slapping and the profanities that came out of Mina’s mouth.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” Mina warned this time before she orgasmed all over your cock again but this time you didn’t stop.

“F-fuck.. I can’t- ‘s too much,” Mina cried, tears staining her pretty cheeks as you continued to thrust into her even though she just came

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Mina cried, a clear stream of liquid gushing out from her pussy

“There we go, that’s a good fucking girl,” you praised, thrusts getting sloppier as you approached your second orgasm. “God baby, you’re gripping me so hard. Gonna cum in that tight little pussy okay?”

Mina’s head was so empty, nodding absentmindedly as her eyes threatened to close shut. “Fuck” you groaned loudly, bottoming out inside her and allowing your seed to fill you up. Some of it dripped down your thigh as he pulled out.

Mina was panting hard in an attempt to catch your breath, the body still spasming as you let her fall limp against your chest. “you’re a meanie,” Mina pouted tiredly, feeling your pussy flutter at the newfound emptiness.

“I know I am baby, but you did so good, took it so well” you chuckled, gripping the flesh of her ass as you kissed softly down the delicate skin on her neck.

After both of you came down from the high of your orgasms, you finally realized what just happened and how big this was.

“Mina, this means that we are dating, right? Because I don’t think I could ever face you as anything but your boyfriend after what we just did,” you said, your voice trembling slightly with the weight of your words.

Mina looked up at you, her eyes softening as she took in the seriousness of your expression. She reached out, cupping your face in her hands, and smiled. "Yes, it does. I want us to be together. I’ve wanted it for a long time."

Relief and joy flooded through you, and you leaned down to kiss her again, this time with a sense of certainty and commitment. The kiss was tender, full of promises for the future.

The next morning, you woke up with Mina in your arms, her presence a comforting warmth against your side. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Mina stirred, blinking sleepily as she looked up at you.

"Good morning," she whispered, her voice still husky with sleep.

"Good morning," you replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "How are you feeling?"

"Happy," she said simply, snuggling closer. "And a little scared, but mostly happy."

You nodded, understanding the mix of emotions. "Me too. But we’ll figure it out, together."

She smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest. "Yes, together."

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of adjustments. You had to navigate your new relationship while maintaining professionalism at work. There were moments of awkwardness, but also moments of pure bliss as you both found your rhythm.

You and Mina kept your relationship private, sharing it only with those closest to you. Jihyo was ecstatic when she found out, giving you both a knowing smile and a heartfelt hug. The other members were equally supportive, happy to see Mina truly happy.

One evening, after a particularly long day, you and Mina found yourselves on the company rooftop, a favorite spot for a quiet escape. The city lights twinkled below, and the cool breeze provided a perfect backdrop for a heart-to-heart conversation.

"Can you believe how far we’ve come?" Mina mused, leaning against you.

"It feels surreal," you admitted, wrapping an arm around her. "But I wouldn’t change a thing."

She turned to face you, her expression serious. "I know this won’t always be easy. There will be challenges, both personal and professional. But I want to face them with you."

"We will," you assured her, kissing her forehead. "One step at a time."

As the night grew darker, you both sat there, comfortable in the silence and each other's company, knowing that no matter what came next, you were in it together.

#mina smut #twice x reader #twice smut #kpop smut #twice jihyo #twice #twice mina

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wwisteriiaa · 3 months ago

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I just wanna be yours

| Josh x F! reader

Warnings; None

Author note; Hello! I’ve tried replying to the request but it keeps just not posting so I’m trying this instead! Enjoy there will be a second part that will be smutty reason why this is so short!

The drums filled the small room you were in, You watched Tyler and Josh play music and practice some other ideas they had.

You watched as Josh pushed his hair out of his face to see, your heart fluttering as he did that, you've been trying to ignore the feeling you've had around Josh for awhile, but it just felt like you barely couldn't anymore, you softly sighed as you looked at Tyler to keep your mind of the drummer.

You and Tyler grew up together, like literally your mothers were best friends in highschool and they had you and Tyler around the same time, you were two days younger then Tyler, and wherever Tyler went you went, he was like a brother to you.

Your eyes started to look at Josh again, you shaking your head slightly before getting up, " I'm going to head out." you said softly, you had the next three days off from work till you went back on Monday and you thought it was best to hermit at home to catch up on shows, Tyler looked at you with a sad look, " awe, you sure? " He asked as you nodded, " yes Tyler." you said laughing as you hugged him and waved bye to Josh before heading upstairs saying goodbye to Jenna in the process.

It's been two hours since you left Tyler's and you were laying on your couch drinking your third glass of wine, you've been trying your best to stop thinking of Josh but you just couldn't, you laid on the couch looking at the ceiling eyes closed as you tried to remember each thing of Josh, his eyes, face, hair. Everything.

You groaned as you grabbed your phone making sure to Mute your conversation with Josh and turning read receipts off before touching the keyboard and writing something.

' Josh, l've liked you for awhile, probably for about two years, the way you play the drums and the jokes you make, and the way you push your hair out of your face, I just can't stop thinking about you, sure l've drank a few glasses of wine but I'm being truthful, I think about you when I'm laying in bed at night, wait scratch that, that's weird to say. Actually well not really because it's true. I wanna feel your breath against my lips and body. I just wanna be near you. I think you are a pretty cool guy and I just love hanging out with you.'

You quickly sent the message don't noticing you were rambling on in the message, you quickly turned your phone off and threw it across the room before drinking the rest of your wine, you've got up and made sure the doors were locked of your apartment before shutting the lights off and going into your room, you've planted face down on the bed groaning, regretting sending that text to him.

Soon you curled up into bed falling asleep not knowing if Josh ever read the message or has sent anything.

You wake up in the morning, going and grabbing your phone from the living room and making some coffee, you noticed the messages from Tyler asking if you were home and if you were good. You groaned remembering you sent the message to Josh last night, something you wished you slept away.

You quickly opened messages and saw a notification from Josh but you ignored it and clicked on Tyler's message, " I'm good. I'm just vibing at home. " You sent with a smiley face before placing your phone back on the counter and going back to bed, " too early for this. " you decided.

#josh dun x reader #twenty one pilots x reader #tyler joseph x reader #Spotify

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muiitoloko · 9 months ago

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Request if it strikes your fancy? Was listening to a version of ‘Por una cabeza’ (no words, just the music) and the thought of being taken to some event or party and Lionel (or whoever vibes with you) taking the reader and guiding them through quite frankly a rather intimate tango uncaring of the guests. It’s probably his party anyways, and it’s not like that man knows shame. Whether that goes to smut or not is totes up to you! The thought of being guided through a dance while he has his hands all over you as he guides you while at the same time using that voice, getting you completely flustered/ worked up is just stuck in my head but I can’t write I can only draw (⁄ ⁄•⁄▽⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Title: Tango of Desire

Summary: On their anniversary, Lionel turns a frustrating evening into a seductive dance, igniting a passion that burns far beyond the party.

Pairing: Lionel Shahbandar × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: Thanks for the request! I went to check out the song and accidentally stumbled upon Colin Firth dancing to it… and yep, I fell in love with him all over again ❤️🙂‍↕️ So, thanks for that little detour, and I hope you enjoy this! Also, if you’re in the mood to watch Colin tango his heart out, here’s the video.

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You sighed, feeling the cool gin slide down your throat as you stood near the bar, glancing out of the corner of your eye toward Lionel. He was doing what he always did best—entertaining his guests, laughing in that charming way of his, making sure everyone felt welcome. But as you watched him make his rounds, talking and flirting as if the night was just another party, a wave of frustration washed over you. It wasn’t just any night. It was your wedding anniversary, and you had wanted something special, something intimate—just the two of you. But Lionel, being Lionel, had turned it into a grand event, packed with people, leaving you standing alone with a drink in your hand.

You took another sip, the bitterness of the gin matching your mood as you watched him across the room, his deep baritone voice carrying over the music and chatter. Normally, you would be by his side, smiling, playing the role of the perfect hostess. But not tonight. Tonight, you didn’t have the energy for it.

After a while, you noticed Lionel heading toward you, his stride confident, the mischievous glint in his eyes as unmistakable as always. He reached you with that signature smirk, as though he had just won a private game you weren’t even aware of.

"Enjoying yourself, darling?" he asked, his voice smooth and playful as he leaned in closer. "I’ve been looking for you."

You raised an eyebrow, setting your glass down on the bar. "Oh, yes," you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Having the time of my life. Best wedding anniversary ever."

Lionel blinked, clearly not expecting that answer. His smile faltered, replaced by a hint of confusion as he looked at you. "Is something wrong?"

You sighed, feeling a wave of guilt for snapping at him. He didn’t mean any harm, not really. This was just Lionel being Lionel, always needing to be the center of attention. Closing your eyes for a moment, you softened your tone, forcing a small smile as you leaned in to kiss his cheek. "It’s nothing," you murmured, brushing your lips against his skin. "I’m just tired, that’s all."

Lionel’s brow furrowed slightly, his gaze lingering on you, but before he could ask anything else, you smiled again and took a step back. "I think I’ll call it a night," you said quietly. "You stay, enjoy yourself. I’ll see you later."

Lionel watched you leave, but before you got too far, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, gently but firmly. You turned, eyebrows raised in question, only to be met with that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going, darling?” His deep baritone voice, smooth as velvet, pulled you closer. “I want to dance with you.”

You hesitated, already knowing where this was going. “Lionel,” you began, trying to sound firm, but the annoyance in your voice faltered under the heat of his gaze. “I’m not in the mood for—”

“Too bad,” he interrupted, his lips curving into a wicked grin as he started pulling you towards the makeshift dance floor. “I am.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but it was no use. Lionel was already weaving his way through the crowd, dragging you behind him like a prize he’d just claimed. He paused when he reached the musicians, leaning in close to speak to them, his voice a low murmur that you couldn’t quite catch. But you knew him too well, and the way the musicians quickly nodded told you everything you needed to know.

The first sultry notes of “Por una Cabeza” floated through the air, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you stared at your husband. “Really? A tango?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

Lionel’s smile deepened, his hazel eyes gleaming with that familiar blend of confidence and arrogance. “You know me, darling. I’m nothing if not dramatic.”

Without another word, he closed the distance between you, his hand sliding possessively around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His other hand captured yours, fingers lacing together with an intimacy that sent a thrill down your spine. The music swelled, and Lionel wasted no time, guiding you into the slow, seductive rhythm of the dance.

His movements were deliberate, every step commanding, as he led you across the floor with an ease that left no room for resistance. His eyes never left yours, that playful smirk still tugging at his lips. “You know,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, “I always did like you best like this—pressed up against me, unable to resist my charms.”

You let out a breathless laugh, trying to mask the way your heart was racing. “Lionel, for God’s sake, everyone’s watching.”

“Let them,” he growled softly, his lips brushing dangerously close to your neck. “They should know who you belong to.”

His hand slid lower, pressing into the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer. The heat of his body seeped into yours, and despite yourself, you felt your resistance melting away. There was something about the way he danced—no shame, no hesitation, just pure, unbridled want. His movements became more intense, his leg sliding between yours as he dipped you low, his eyes locked on yours with a predatory hunger.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Every part of you. And tonight, darling, I plan to remind you of that… thoroughly.”

Your breath hitched, heat pooling in your stomach as he pulled you back up, his lips ghosting over yours, not quite kissing you but leaving the promise of it hanging in the air. The music slowed, the dance drawing to a close, but Lionel wasn’t finished. His hand traveled up your side, grazing the curve of your waist before settling on the back of your neck, his thumb brushing your jaw in a way that made your knees weak.

“Shall we continue this somewhere more… private?” His voice was a low purr, his hazel eyes dark with intent.

You swallowed hard, your pulse pounding in your ears as you nodded. There was no denying him—not tonight. Not with the way he was looking at you, like a lion about to devour his prey.

Lionel smirked, leaning in to press a slow, teasing kiss to your lips, before whispering, “Good girl.”

The applause from the guests echoed when Lionel finished the dance with a flourish, but his attention wasn’t on them. His focus was entirely on you—on the way your body pressed against his, the subtle rise and fall of your chest, and the lingering flush on your cheeks. The heat between you was undeniable, and Lionel fully intended to take advantage of it.

He gave a devilish smile as he led you off the dance floor, ignoring the claps and whistles from the crowd. His hand remained possessive on your waist as he maneuvered through the guests, guiding you down a side hallway that led deeper into the mansion. You followed, heart pounding in anticipation, breath shallow as the atmosphere between you thickened with desire.

Lionel opened a heavy wooden door, revealing his office—a large room filled with bookshelves, art, and a massive desk that dominated the space. As soon as the door closed behind you, his hands were back on you, sliding over your waist and pulling you against him once again.

"Now," he murmured in that deep, velvety baritone, his lips brushing your ear, "let's take a look at what you've been hiding under that dress."

You shivered at the commanding tone of his voice, your body already responding to the anticipation that had been building all night. You didn’t resist as he spun you around, gently but firmly pressing you against the edge of the desk. His hands slid down your hips, teasing the fabric of your dress before you felt the firm tug of the zipper being pulled down.

"Lift it," Lionel ordered, his breath hot against your neck.

With a soft sigh, you obeyed, gathering the fabric of your dress in your hands and pulling it up, revealing the sheer lace panties clinging to your body. The cool air of the room gave you goosebumps, but the heat building between your legs was undeniable.

Lionel’s eyes darkened as they roamed over you, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smile. "Well, well," he purred, his fingers brushing over the delicate lace, grazing the edges of your panties that barely covered your swollen, wet pussy. "Looks like our little tango got you all worked up, didn’t it?"

You bit your lip, heart racing as you felt his fingers trace the slickness already pooling between your legs. "Lionel," you whispered, a mix of desperation and desire in your voice.

"Patience, love," he growled softly, his fingers sliding the lace aside, exposing the glistening folds of your pussy. "I want to savor this."

His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as he bent you over the desk. The wood was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat building between your thighs. You could feel the weight of his gaze as he stood behind you, admiring the way you were displayed for him—completely at his mercy.

"What a beautiful sight," he murmured, his hand sliding over the curve of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before his fingers returned to your pussy, sliding over your slippery folds with deliberate slowness. "You're soaked, love. All for me."

You whimpered softly, your body arching under his touch as he teased you, his fingers brushing your clit before sliding lower, easily slipping inside your wetness. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your thighs trembling as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, slow and controlled.

"Tell me," Lionel growled, his lips brushing the back of your neck as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your skin. "Do you know how badly I wanted to fuck you right there in front of all those people? Watching you dance, seeing you move like that... knowing that you're mine."

You gasped as his fingers curled inside you, hitting just the right spot. "Leo," you moaned, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as your body rocked against his hand. "Please... don't tease me."

He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Oh, I don’t plan on teasing you for long, love," he murmured, his voice a dark promise as he pulled his fingers away, leaving you aching and empty for a moment.

Then, you felt him behind you, the sound of his belt unbuckling and the soft rustle of fabric as he freed himself from his pants. His cock, hard and thick, pressed against your entrance, teasing you with just the tip, sliding through your wetness.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, love," Lionel growled, his voice rough with desire. "You'll be screaming my name by the time I'm done."

With one swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, stretching you completely, his hips slamming against your ass as he filled you to the hilt. You cried out, your body arching against the desk as he gripped your hips tighter, setting a relentless pace.

"Fuck," he growled, his breath ragged as he pounded into you, hard and fast. "You feel so fucking good."

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, your body trembling as he took you, his movements rough and demanding, just the way you both liked it. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy filled the room, mixing with the harsh breaths and low growls escaping Lionel's throat.

"You're mine," he hissed, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back slightly as he drove into you. "Every part of you, mine."

You moaned loudly, your body on the edge of release as he continued to fuck you with abandon, his hips slamming into you with a force that left you breathless.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous as his hand tightened in your hair. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you gasped, your voice trembling with pleasure. "I'm all yours, Lionel."

The sound of your submission pushed him over the edge, his hips slamming into you harder, deeper, as his climax approached. "Good girl," he growled, his hand sliding down to grip your ass as he thrust into you one last time, spilling deep inside you with a low, guttural moan.

You cried out as your own orgasm hit, your body trembling beneath him as the pleasure washed over you in waves, crashing through you as Lionel held you tight, his cock still pulsing inside you.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Lionel leaned over you, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "You're perfect, love. Absolutely perfect."

And as he slowly pulled away from you, his hand caressing your back, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that despite everything—the grand party, the crowd, the chaos—Lionel had made sure that tonight was just for the two of you, exactly how you wanted.

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pixel-percy · 1 month ago

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💀 Your ex is Daredevil & now, after you were attacked by a bounty hunter, you’re under the Punisher’s protection. Whether you like it or not… And he’s more charming than anyone ever made him out to be. 💀

PART 1 |

💀 Word Count: 5.7k 💀 Music Vibes: warm by Ariana Grande 💀 Warning(s): Canon Punisher flavored violence, blood, hurt/comfort, fluff, language, size diff (reader is on the shorter side), & implied (kinda) asshole Matt 💀 A/N: (DD:BA AU sort of) Did ya'll think I was JUST a Matt girlie? 👀 hehe Tbh I contemplated waiting until I could finish the whole thing but, I wanted to see what people thought about the concept & if I did Frank's voice justice (it's my first time writing for him~). So please enjoy & leave some feedback for me if you can!

“To our fearless fucking leader! The fastest bitch in the East! MISS SHORT STACK!” announced a woman from across from you, accompanied by whoops and hollers from the others surrounding the small table. You laughed at that as an arm wrapped around your shoulder to give you an excited shake, and another person kissed the side of your head. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much—or maybe from the fall you’d taken in the rink earlier—but the joy you felt from the win overpowered it all.

“TO THE HELLCAKES!” you shouted, big smiles plastered on your faces.

Shouts drowned out the clinks of glasses as they collided unceremoniously, liquid splashing out and all over before they were pulled back and downed. The bar patrons barely paid you all any mind, a flick of their eyes to the commotion before returning to their respective activities. You finished your drink, the first to slam your cup back down on the table, a chorus of glass and laughter following suit. You thumbed the sides of your mouth, careful of your slightly busted lip, and began collecting your things.

“Alright, ladies, I gotta head out unfortunately—” Immediately, you were bombarded with ‘aww’s and ‘come on’s, to which you raised your hands in defeat. “—I know, I know, but I’ve got a giant bruise on my hip I need to ice and a grumpy man waiting for me.” You picked up on the dipped head and glittery, questioning gaze of your co-lead and close friend, Andrea.

“You don’t mean—”

“Nope,” you said a little quicker than intended, bordering on snippy, and set your duffel bag across your chest. “I haven’t spoken to him in months, and I plan to keep it that way.”

“Okay,” she said, an air of disbelief buried under her tone. You finally slung the tied strings of your quad skates over one of your shoulders and gave Andrea’s upper arm a rub.

“Thanks for looking out, but I’m good,” you assured and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “First round’s on me!” you called over your shoulder as you made your way to the bar. Your teammates cheered and bid their enthusiastic farewells.

Almost every stool near the bartop was full but you managed to squeeze yourself between two men—one had his back up against the bar, a whiskey glass in his hand, and the other was watching whatever game with a ball that was currently on the screens above everyone, nursing a beer. You felt the man with the whiskey’s eyes look you up and down, taking in your derby jersey, matching shorts, and sneakers, but you did your best to ignore him. The other man had unkempt hair that still managed to look decent and a full beard. He spared a glance at the movement beside him, but didn’t bother you.

The bartender was at the other end of the counter tending to other patrons, so you did your best to look very interested in your wallet, back turned toward the whiskey man to give off disinterest—

“Celebrating some sort of win?” the man asked. You closed your eyes momentarily, a long breath exiting your nostrils, before sparing a glance at the whiskey man. He just looked obnoxious. His blonde hair was slicked back with a pair of sunglasses set atop his head, a button-up that was barely buttoned at all, a pair of dress pants, and some shiny shoes.

“Uh, yeah,” you said.

“You a gymnast?”

“No,” you said. The man scoffed in return.

“You don’t have to be a bitch—”

“Okay.” You sighed. The man with the beer’s gaze flicked to you again just as you turned your head. “Fuck off, yeah?” You stared the man down, the corner of his mouth twitching. He looked like he wanted to say something, the words on the tip of his tongue, but he was interrupted by the bartender.

“What can I get you?”

“Thank God,” you muttered and turned to the bartender with a smile. “Hey, just paying for my table’s first round.” You placed a hundred-dollar bill on the counter.

“You got it,” he said and snagged the item from you. “Be good, yeah?”

“Thanks, Jack,” you answered and squeezed his forearm over the counter. “Catch you next week!”

You quickly removed yourself from between the whiskey and beer men, not paying that obnoxious dickhead any further mind, and maneuvered your way out of the establishment. The warm summer air of Hell’s Kitchen settled on your exposed skin, and despite how tired you felt and the pulsing bruise on your hip, you were still on cloud nine from the semi-finals win. The Hellcakes were going to go all the way—the finals were going to be a breeze.

You turned down the street, headed for the subway station, ready to be back in your bed—sleeping in on your day off was high on your list of things to do. Yes. Shower, bed, midnight snack, and cuddles. A sound plan.

Until you feel a hand on your upper arm and, before you could react, are shoved into an alleyway and your back collides with one of the rugged brick walls. You scream, but it’s muffled by a hand over your mouth. You blinked, getting a good look at the fucking whiskey asshole from the bar staring into your eyes—dangerous.

“Hope you enjoyed that win,” he whispered, face only separated by his hand. “Because it’s your last.” You felt the press of what you could only assume was a gun against your ribs, and you felt yourself tense up, jaw tightening. You were on your own. Matt wasn’t looking after you anymore. It was just you… And that was okay. You could get out of this.

You had to.

FRANK

Frank just wanted a drink.

The bar was a good distance from his makeshift space—a manager’s office in the basement of a barely occupied building. He hadn’t done any dirty work for a bit, mostly monitoring and tracking, and in his spare time, he came here. He didn’t mind the busy nature of the place, practically no one recognized him with his current appearance, and it always had the latest game on. Even when a rambunctious group of women came in and settled around a table in the far back, donning the same jersey and skates slung over their shoulders, he barely paid them any mind.

Patrons came and went from the barstools beside him, except for one—some business looking asshole who left a stool between them. He would have taken note of him just like anyone else if he hadn’t been so intently watching the jerseys. Frank’s eyes squinted a bit, catching his fifth glance back at them, and the man fully swung around on his stool while still trying to be casual. Frank wasn’t interested in stopping him from being shut down by that entire table; he wanted to see him embarrass himself.

But instead, the opportunity came to him.

Just from the cursory glance he gave you, you were a small thing with curves for days, and a slight familiarity about you that he couldn’t place. If it were a different time, he might’ve tried to make a pass at you, but instead, he went back to his game with an ear trained on your conversation. You weren’t interested, at all, and he couldn’t help but prepare himself in case this asshat decided to push you. He couldn’t help the smirk at the corner of his lips when he heard you tell him to ‘fuck off’, stifling a chuckle with another sip of beer.

Frank heard your departure and couldn’t help but look after you, catching the swing of your skates against your duffle… and heard the man leave his stool. Frank felt annoyance settle inside him and watched after him as well. He wouldn’t have been concerned if it weren’t for the speed at which he got up and the gun he clocked as he put on his jacket.

Fuck.

Frank flicked a bill on the counter for the bartender and quickly got to his feet to pursue both of you. If it was nothing, it was nothing, but Frank knew there was always a chance for something else, and he couldn’t find it in him to ever knowingly let that happen. No fuckin’ way.

The summer air pushed back against him the moment he opened the door and exited the bar, eyes scanning the street for you or that prick. It didn’t take him long to spot the man, just in time to see him pull you into an alleyway.

“Shit,” Frank grunted and removed his pistol from the waistband of his pants before taking off down the sidewalk. He carelessly ran through a crosswalk, narrowly avoiding a car whose driver laid on their horn for a few seconds, and felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the pop of a gunshot followed by your screech. “SHIT.”

Frank rounded the corner of the alley, gun poised and ready, just in time to see you headbutt the man hard enough for him to release you.

The man cried out, and you wasted no time taking one of your skates and slamming it into the side of his head. Expletives poured from his mouth as he clutched his now bleeding head, and you turned to run, grasping at what Frank assumed was a wound on your leg, red trickling down into the matching crimson of your knee-high socks. Your face was twisted in surprise and horror when you saw him at the end of the alley, probably thinking he was with this asshole.

The man collected himself again and immediately trained the gun on you.

“Put it down!” Frank commanded, voice booming in the dark alley. You flinched at the sound, shaky hands shooting upwards in immediate surrender. The man behind you watched both of you, and Frank could practically see the wheels turning in his mind.

“Fuckin’ hell, I knew I recognized you,” the man said, New York accent thick and prominent now. “This ain’t your business, Punisher.” His words were laced with annoyance and venom. Frank was unfazed by the recognition.

“She already told you no. Get the hell outta here.”

The man scoffed.

“I got a contract and you’re in my way,” he said.

It took barely a flinch for Frank to react. Thankfully, you moved then, ducked behind the nearest rank dumpster, ears covered by your palms as the gunshot popped loudly and the bullet embedded itself in the man’s chest. Frank noted your shaking and your tears, but he needed information before he could help.

“Be right back,” he said, lightly touching your shoulder, but yielding no response. He expected that.

His boots crunched against the debris in the alley as he approached the man. He was gasping, blood leaking down the side of his mouth. Frank placed his boot on the wound and pressed hard enough for the man to cry out, hands shooting up to grab his leg.

“What’s the contract?” he asked, a calmness in his gruff voice.

“I–I don’t—”

Frank pressed down again. The man gasped.

“Her! Her!” he exclaimed. “Dead! She’s bad for someone’s business! That’s all I know!”

“Whose business?”

“Fuck if I know—” The man coughed up more blood. “I just got the bounty a couple hours ago!”

Frank nodded slowly, gazing down the alleyway to where you were still shaking behind the dumpster. He ran his teeth over his bottom lip. Fuck.

The bounty hunter’s eyes widened at the sight of Frank raising his gun again, but before he could utter the inevitable ‘wait!’ Frank pulled the trigger. Right between the eyes. He removed his boot and crouched, fingers gliding through pockets until he found the man’s wallet and phone, pocketing them. Finally, he snagged the gun that had fallen off to the side and made his way back to you.

“Hey, hey,” he said, softer than before. Both guns were tucked safely in his waistband when he knelt in front of you, careful not to startle you. “You’re alright now.” No response. Shock. Frank shifted enough for him to reach forward, ducking his head in an attempt to find your gaze, and placed his index finger under your chin. He saw the slight flinch. “Hey,” he tried again. Slowly, your face turned up to him. “I know you’re probably scared and confused, and I’m just another stranger—”

“F-Frank Castle,” you said, lips quivering.

He paused at that, holding your tearful gaze as he nodded. That familiarity was still there, maybe even more prominent than before, but he still didn’t know where from. All he knew was that you were in trouble, and he felt the need he always felt: to help.

“Yeah, that’s me, uh,” he said with a small smile. “You’re bleeding, and you got money on your head. So, let me get somewhere safe. Alright?”

You didn’t respond at first, the shock probably nullifying all of your common sense, but the sound of police sirens was getting closer.

“Look, I know it’s a lot, but—”

“Okay,” you said suddenly. “O-Okay. I… I’ll go with you."

Frank nodded.

“Okay.” He stood up to his full height, hands finding your arms to assist you. “Up you go. Attagirl.” You winced and struggled to put pressure on your bleeding leg. Frank noticed that and immediately tucked your arm around his waist, your fingers digging into his side, and his other hand carefully placed on your ribs to keep you steady. “Let’s get you outta here, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, covered in the alley’s dirt and grime, and your bloodied skate tapping against your hip.

YOU

“Ah!” you hissed, fingers digging into Frank’s shoulder as he continued to stitch the wound on your leg closed. His eyes shifted to your face, fingers ceasing all movement as he examined your features. “Sorry… Just stings.”

“Mmhm,” he said with a nod. “Like I said, squeeze as hard as you need to.” Frank’s attention went back to the wound on your leg, and you took in a deep breath, an attempt to settle your growing headache and the pain you felt all over. “Can barely feel it anyway.”

You huffed a laugh at that, a knowing one, as you remembered all the times Matt practically told you the same as you patched him up.

“Of course. Must just be a vigilante thing,” you said with a bit of disdain. He picked up on that and smirked a little.

“You know a lot of vigilantes?” he asked, suture practically complete. Your jaw clenched, exhaling deeply.

“Just one,” you said bitterly. “Not used to being on this side of the stitches.”

He hummed a response, likely contemplating who you were referencing—or maybe already knowing who—as he tied off the last stitch. He leaned forward toward your leg, a movement that made you lean back and prop yourself up on the small cot he called his bed, and watched him cut the string with his teeth. You gnawed on the inside of your lip, remembering all the nights you’d found yourself doing the same after patching up a gnarly wound for Matt.

Frank got to his feet and approached the sink on the far side of the room, snagging a small towel from the drying rack beside it. This place was unlike anything you’d ever seen—guns of all kinds mounted throughout the room, monitors that showed various points of entry to the building, half-finished projects on desks, a small workout area, lockers, a wall covered in newspaper clippings and other things you couldn’t read… This place was for function, not comfort.

“So, what’s got you on a hit list?” he asked, ringing out the soaked towel and turning to walk back to you.

“Hell if I know,” you responded. “I’m a vet tech most days and I do roller derby in my free time…”

Frank got fully on his knees this time, which took you aback, and gestured with his fingers for your leg. You did so without much thinking, an odd sensation of comfort you hadn’t expected with someone like Frank Castle. All you’d ever heard about him was that you should avoid him at all costs. Dangerous. Deadly. But right now, this ‘dangerous man’ was on his knees, propping your foot up on his thigh, and folding down your crusty, blood-soaked sock so he could start cleaning the blood off your leg.

“Any pissed off clients? Fido’s rich mom want you dead for not helping him?”

“Not that I know of,” you said. “We don’t get a lot of uppity clients.” You were mesmerized by how slowly, how methodically he moved the material over the streaks of crimson. You thought about offering to do this yourself, but you had a feeling he’d insist. It did help ease the nerves you still felt from the alleyway, but it didn’t quiet the boom of the gunshots that still echoed in your mind.

“You sure—”

“Did you kill him?” you interrupted.

Again, Frank stopped his task to look up at you, and you really got a look at him in the quiet. He somehow looked both disheveled and put together at the same time, a functional appearance, one he probably didn’t think too much about if there wasn’t a reason to. Any memories you had of him while he was actively in the news, taking down nefarious folks you’d never heard of, were of him clean-shaven and angry. You remembered being terrified of him. Even Matt encouraged you to steer clear of him, giving you the most minute details to keep that terror alive. Yet here you were.

Frank’s finger gently tapped against your calf as he contemplated his answer, but he didn’t look away from you.

“Yeah,” he finally said. Your lip quivered ever so slightly, but you bit it to keep from fully bursting into tears. “Hey. Hey, don’t do that.” Frank squeezed your calf a little, head tilting to search for the gaze you’d turned away from him. “That piece of shit was gonna kill you. He wasn’t gonna stop. You hear me? None of ‘em are going to. They made this you or them. Not you.”

“I—I dunno, I just—” Your breath was shaky. You could understand his logic, you know you would’ve done anything to get out of that situation, to survive, but knowing someone was dead as a direct result of it all was a lot for your conscience. Matt beating people up? Breaking their bones? Doing irreparable damage? Somehow, you could sleep at night knowing that, but this was different. This was how the Punisher handled his enemies, and there was not one drop of Catholic guilt to be seen.

“Stop that,” he said, pulling you out of your spiral of vigilante comparisons. “Look at me.” You pulled up your gaze until it locked on those brown eyes, a mixture of compassion and seriousness in them. He squeezed your leg again, a grounding and reassuring gesture that surprisingly worked, and continued his original task. “I’m the one who pulled the trigger. I made the choice. That ain’t on you. That’s on me. And I’d do it again.”

“You don’t even know me,” you whispered.

“Doesn’t matter if I do,” he rebutted. “Someone wants you dead. You needed help, so I’m givin’ it. Freely. That’s just me. It just so happens my brand of help is bullets and blood, not just gettin’ smacked over the head with a damn billy club.”

At that, you froze, eyebrows furrowing at the comment. Did he… Did he know?

“Daredevil does a lot of good,” you said, slightly defensive out of nowhere. You did believe that deep down, knowing how good Matt’s intentions are and seeing firsthand what he gave up for the city—including you.

Frank smiled at your words, a bubble of laughter leaving him. He’d finally made it to the top of your leg where the bullet graze was, hyper aware of his hand now behind your knee as the towel dabbed gently against the stitch line.

“Yeah, he sure does,” he said. “Don’t you think you might be a lil’ biased, though?” Frank says your name. Your cheeks burn.

“I… Don’t know what you mean,” you said and pulled against his grip. He relented instantly and rolled back onto his feet, towering over you with the bloody towel in his grasp. You caught a glimpse of another smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth as he turned away from you.

“Well, you’re Red’s girl, right?” he asked, tossing the towel in the sink and rinsing his hands. “Thought I recognized you. Couldn’t place your face until a few minutes ago.”

Your eyes narrowed, and your jaw clenched. That underlying anger you’d been trying to get rid of these last few months bubbled beneath the surface of your skin, simmering at the thought of your ex. It still hurt, and it made you mad that it did. So much so that when you answered, your voice was lower and cursory, “No.” Frank had continued his movement across the space, grabbing a beer for you both and a foldable chair that he set down in front of you.

“Mmm,” he hummed and took a seat. He popped off the caps with a quick maneuver of a knife and offered you a beer, which you took with a tiny bit of reluctance.

“Not sure I ever really was,” you added, taking a swig that contorted your face. Beer wasn’t your favorite, but it was something to take the edge off everything.

Frank cocked an eyebrow at your comment, eyes looking you over just a tad slower than before, and leaned back in the chair, the material straining with the movement.

“His loss then,” he said practically into the bottle. You held back a laugh at that, despite your lips betraying you by turning into a tight-lipped smile.

“So everyone keeps saying,” you responded and took a swig yourself.

Whether Matt considered it a loss anymore was beyond you, especially with a new girlfriend to focus on that likely didn’t know who he was beneath the suit and tie. Maybe that’s really what he wanted all along, instead of someone in the know, constantly worried, constantly holding him accountable for the impact his decisions as Daredevil had on his overall life. The strain it had put on you both… But that wasn’t your life anymore. Though you found it humorous that despite all the worry Matt had about his enemies finding you never came to fruition, you’d somehow made an enemy of your own. And Frank was here instead.

“The derby thing,” Frank started, thankfully changing the subject. He settled into the chair, legs spread wide as he got comfortable. “You start that before or after Red?”

“Before. Well before,” you said, jaw tight. Frank moved his head up and down.

“Don’t know shit about it, ‘side from it being rough and tumble, but I imagine you can make some enemies punchin’ someone in the face.”

“Not that rough,” you corrected. “It’s not roller rink meets Fight Club. You can push people out of position, be a little rough, but you can’t get out of pocket with it. There’s penalties for that.”

“So no Sandra’s or Barbra’s mad at you for breakin’ their nose?”

“I’ve had some tension over the years with people, but nothing that hasn’t fizzled out…” You genuinely considered it, lost in thought for a moment. It was true though. Sure, emotions could run high and adrenaline could fuel borderline fights on the track, but you couldn’t think of a single person over the years who’d want to kill you. “Yeah, no, nothin’.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he assured and got up from his chair, dragging it over to the desk with the monitors on it. It was also where he’d put the bounty hunter’s phone and wallet. “I’m gonna dig. You take the cot.”

You lowered the bottle from your lips slowly, confusion in your expression.

“What… do you mean?”

Frank peered up at you.

“You gotta sleep, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, but I thought I’d be doing that in my bed.”

“You want to go back to your apartment… with bounty hunters looking for a payday?”

You quieted and set the cool glass bottle against your thigh.

“I just… want to go home,” you whispered. Frank leaned back in his chair again, teetering on the back legs, and sighed.

“Can’t do that right now, unfortunately,” he said softly. Despite wanting to fight back, to stubbornly fight Frank about this decision, you also recognized that you almost died earlier in the night. Even though you’d fought back, if Frank hadn’t shown up, you might’ve been dead in an alley while someone cashed in their reward. You still couldn’t wrap your head around how absurd it all sounded—bounty hunters and death—but in that moment, Frank was your safest option.

“Right,” you said, defeated.

“Get some sleep,” he said, sincerity intertwined with the gruffness of his whisper.

So you did as you were told. You placed the bottle down on the floor and laid back on the cot, curling yourself into a ball despite the ache in your bones, the bruise on your hip, the sting of your stitches. It was a strange feeling being in Frank’s space, a man you knew of but had never met, and your perception of him was being challenged at every moment. He handled you with gentleness, empathy, and reassured you that you were safe… And you believed him. Frank approached you with candidness so far, no half-truths or lies to sift through, and, if you were honest with yourself, it was nice.

However, Frank was still a stranger despite how comfortable he made you feel around him, and ultimately it did nothing to negate the stress of the night, the want to be home, to cry the fear out in your shower, to curl up with your little man… You craved the familiarity of home despite how ridiculous that was. You wanted to leave, and you would, but for now, silent tears streamed down your cheeks as you allowed the sounds of Frank’s tinkering to lull you to sleep.

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When you awoke, the sun was still tucked below the horizon, and Frank Castle was nowhere to be found.

You adjusted yourself on the small cot, feeling the tug of a blanket that wasn’t there when you initially closed your eyes as well as a bag of ice that had been perfectly placed where your bruise was—which was more noticeable than you’d realized, extending just below the hem of your shorts when you examined yourself. The bag of ice tumbled off the cot to the floor with a crunchy thump, and you sat up to take in your surroundings.

The only evidence of Frank was a duffle bag set up a few feet away and an extra blanket for himself. It dawned on you that he’d slept on the floor, head propped against a bag full of who knew what. You felt bad about that, not even considering where he’d sleep when you only saw the one cot, but you didn’t linger. You had to go.

You quickly got to your feet, sharp pain shooting up from the damage you’d momentarily forgotten about, and searched for your stuff.

You’d come back. Yeah. You just needed to get some stuff and check on everything. It was going to be fine. The rational part of you knew this was stupid as hell, you should stay with Frank or at least wait for him to get back, but the scared part of you wanted familiarity, it wanted home.

You considered that you were still in your recognizable jersey, bright red and unique logo, and that you hadn’t brought any extra clothes. A sigh left you, anxiety slowly creeping higher the longer you waited to leave. So, with incredible audacity, you swiped a black zip-up hoodie from what you could only assume was a ‘clean’ laundry pile. When you smelled it, your nose scrunched. It smelled as clean as you expected it to be in a place like this, and was just happy for it not to be a total offense to your senses, that he tried to some degree.

You quickly slipped off your jersey, zipped up the hoodie over your sports bra, pulled the hood up, and was pleasantly surprised to find it just long enough to cover up your bruise and stitches well. He’d ‘get this back in a few hours’ was what you kept telling yourself. You stuffed your jersey in your duffel bag and did the same to your skates, which you noted were devoid of any blood, pushing the material’s limits and fighting to get the zipper closed. Once you did so, with a strong tug, you set it across your chest like you’d done the day before.

The door made no sound when you pulled it open, eyes scanning the hallway for anyone, and thankful to see it empty. You were in such a state the night before that you couldn’t even remember where you were or how you’d gotten there, just that you’d gone down. You moved into the hallway and removed your phone from one of the duffel’s pockets, unsurprised by the ‘no service’ displayed in the top bar.

“Shit, okay. Okay… Okay,” you whispered to yourself. Getting up to the street level was your main priority, so you picked the direction you vaguely remembered walking with Frank, and hoped it’d lead you to the elevators.

Your footsteps echoed ever so slightly against the walls, bouncing off the doors and pipes lining them. It smelled like stagnant, industrial air. Whatever was being worked on was certainly contributing to that. Your fingers clutched the strap of your bag, you did your best to observe your surroundings without seeming suspicious yourself. Street level. Phone service. Map. Subway. Home. That was your plan. Simple. Then you’d… find your way back.

After a few minutes, you finally entered a room that had elevators and semi-jogged to them, slamming your finger against the ‘up’ button repeatedly. Your heartbeat was accelerating, anxiety more and more prominent, and by the time the elevator reached your floor, you were ready to barrel into it. You paced a little, eyes on the door, and when it opened, you froze.

Frank.

He had been leaning against the back of the elevator, eyes closed like he was taking a cat nap, and in his hand was a small box of donuts and two, you assumed, coffees in the other. He noticed you immediately, taking in your appearance, and surprisingly, his lips tilted up into that half smile you were already growing used to. You stepped back as he exited the elevator, heart thumping wildly, and fully expected him to chastise you.

“Looks good on you,” he said. You blinked, feeling a slight twinge of heat rising to your cheeks for a reason you couldn’t comprehend. “Tryin’ to make a run for it?”

“No, no, I just…” You were having trouble finding your excuse now. He didn’t move, didn’t get closer, just stood there with his donuts and coffee.

“Big, bad Punisher too much for ya?” he teased, eyebrow cocked. “You wanna run back to Red then? Tell him to handle the bounty hunters? Sit in a courtroom for weeks while their bosses pay off the jury?”

“No,” you said, annoyance rising and mixing with your flustered, tired mind.

“Then what do you want, kid?”

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped. Frank’s head tilted to the side, intrigue layered in, tongue running along one of his canines absently. “I’m not a fucking child.”

“Kind of actin’ like one right now—”

“Fuck off, Castle,” you bit back. There was a long pause, his eyes never leaving your face. It started to make you self-conscious, fingers wringing the strap of your bag. You didn’t know why you were giving him such an attitude; he’d done nothing but be nice to you since he put down a man in an alleyway for you. You just didn’t know what to do. What to say. Wrapped up with another notorious vigilante was not a scenario you’d considered again. But Frank seemed unfazed. He seemed amused, like he was seeing something you weren’t.

“Alright,” he conceded and finally took a step forward. Frank tilted his head down slightly and lowered his voice when he said, “What do you want, sweetheart?”

You stood your ground, even with the sudden pet name, but your jaw noticeably flexed. You took a long inhale.

“I want to go home,” you said.

Frank said your name, and you felt a twist in your stomach.

“Were you this mouthy with Red?”

“Are you taking me home or not?” you countered, not interested in talking about Matthew at the moment. Frank leaned back, and you couldn’t tell if he was upset or impressed.

“Real stupid to do that,” he said. You were going to say something, but he lifted the hand with the coffee holder and put up his index finger, shutting you up with only a huff in response. “But if I do, I’m stayin’ until this is done.”

“Sure, fine,” you said, not sure what that fully meant, but happy to hear you were going to be going home.

“Gonna be the shadow you never wanted,” he added before he held out the donuts and coffee to you. “Hold these. Gotta grab some things.” You looked up at him, a bit surprised that he was suddenly compliant with your request. So you reached out, gently taking the items from him. “Stay here,” he said, practically a command. “It’s too early for me to be chasing your lil’ ass through Hell’s Kitchen.”

“Fuck—”

“Off, yeah, yeah. Just stay put,” he said with a wave of his hand as he turned away from you. That shut you up immediately, watching him walk back toward the direction you’d come from minutes before. “And don’t eat my donuts,” he called back over his shoulder.

“How would I even know which ones those are?” you asked, tone losing its snippiness.

“The glazed ones. Obviously,” he said matter-of-factly, and fully disappeared down the hallway just in time to miss the smile that grew on your lips.

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rocketqueen1989x · 10 months ago

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Babydoll

AxlRoseXreader

Warnings : reader gets uncomfortable, another male makes reader uncomfortable , alcohol , drinking , reader gets drunk , sex references , mention of weed , drugs . fluff and soft

(This is kinda long so apologises)

📍: LA

⏰: 12:08 am

1986

***

His lips were so delicate against mine as we kissed. His long pale arms were wrapped around me protectively as we sat in the booth of the night club. my hand rested on his thigh as he deepened the kiss but I moved away before we could get carried away and forget where we both where at.

The smell of alcohol, cigarettes , weed and sweat filled my nose. Yes ,not the most pleasant smell but my boyfriends scent of his cologne filled my nostrils making up for it. flashing disco lights bounced out everyone’s faces around me as the music boomed through the club

laughter , voices and people shouting we’re all mixed together into the music. Tonight I was with my high school sweetheart and his band just having a night out with them. I rarely drink anyways so I’m not planning on getting absolutely smashed like the rest of them were.

well the rest of the band were half way there already including Axl. My eyes never left him as he was speaking to our childhood best friend ,izzy stradlin ,who was also in the band with Axl. I’ve knew these two since I was 14 .

Axl now had his arm wrapped around my shoulder and my hand was in his hand that hung over my right shoulder. my other hand was still on his thigh under the round table in our booth. I watched as all the other guys were talking and taking in turns drinking while other one talked.

i looked around the club and it was packed. there was bodies everywhere. i don’t know how we’re all gonna get out of here by the end of the night. I have never seen so many people before in one room.

my eyes watched people dancing and talking at the bar until my eyes latched themselves onto a group of guys. their looked around the same age as us but there was one in particular who was already looking at me

He was leaning against the bar next to his friends I suppose because they all look alike. The leather jackets , leather pants and black boots.He had the same hair style as duff just that his hair was jet black with red dyed strips in it and he looked actually quite small for a man but I knew he was definitely taller than me and he was a slim build

I’m pretty sure I’ve seen him before while out partying. oh well

i turned back and Axl was still talking to izzy who was still beside just drinking away. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me jump but it was only Steven coming back with all the drinks . “Jesus Steven “ I chuckled and he giggled apologising

Around the table it went me , Axl , izzy , duff , slash then steven. we were all having a good time , talking , laughing , cracking jokes and drinking away but I still couldn’t shake off the feeling of eyes on me.

I shifted in my seat looking around again and there he was. The same dude looking at me once again. for some reason he gave me some weird vibes and I didn’t like it. To be honest I started to get a little uneasy and uncomfortable just by him staring at me with that creepy smirk on his face but I didn’t say anything to anyone . I just began to ignore it but Axl knew something was wrong

He knew something was wrong because my leg started to bounce that his hand was on my thigh and I started to move in my seat every few seconds

i felt a little light squeeze on thigh and I looked at Axl beside me. His beautiful blue eyes looked into mine and he gave me a little smile before going to my ear to talk to me.

“you okay baby doll ? “ Axl said loudly so I could hear him over the music and I nodded pulling away giving him a reassuring smile but he wasn’t stupid. He’s knew me long enough to know when something is wrong

My heart warmed when he called me that. It’s a little nickname he’s always had for me ever since I met him.

Axl gave me a little squint with his eyes and licked his lips. I smiled leaning forward grabbing his jaw and pecking his lips and he kissed me back. “you sure ? You seem a little uneasy “ he said and I shook my head lying

“I’m fine “ I told him as my hand stroked up his arm that his hand was on my bare thigh still until the tabke now giving it slow strokes up and down. From my knee to the bottom of my leather skirt and he just looked at me. I knew he didn’t believe it but he didn’t saw anything else but nodded

Axl gave me a peck on lips before going back now talking to duff who was sat across from us

A few minutes past and I realised that creepy guy as moved from that spot giving me some kind of comfort now that I know he’s not staring into my soul anymore but that’s until I heard a voice

“slash ? hey man “ I looked and it was him. he knows slash ?

“Jay! Hey dude ,what’s up ?” Slash smiled looking up at him .

For fuck sake. I turned away not even looking at him anymore and blocked him out. I moved closer to Axl .if that was even possible and he looked at me giving me a smile. I smiled back him.

A few minutes rolled by and this Jay guy was now sat with us with one of his friends. Apparently steven and slash know him and have done for about a year or two. From what I’ve heard he deals with slash and Steven. you know with drugs and all that shit.

“have you got any cigarettes more on you ?” Axl said in my ear and I nodded pulling some out of my purse and handed him one and his lighter. he lit it up and inhaled it while looking at me with those angel eyes

god I love him so much. He’s so beautiful

out of the corner of my eye I could see Jay staring at me. He was leaned forward with his elbows on the table . His brown eyes never left me. i gave him once glance and a big weird smirk came up on his lips. he licked his lips as his eyes snaked down from mine to my chest then my breasts.

I had on an off the shoulder shirt on . It was black and it showed a little bit of my cleavage but what didn’t help was I wasn’t wearing no bra so my nipples could be seen a little since it was pretty cold in here.

right then . That very moment I felt sick. Just by him looking at me like that . I didn’t feel right . I didn’t feel safe around him. I knew he was up to no good and I quickly looked away . I didn’t want him looking at me like that. The only man who is allowed to look at me like that in that certain way was my boyfriend , Axl rose

I turned to axl and he wasn’t talking to nobody . He was just listening into Izzy’s and duffs conversation about some new music they had written yesterday. I reached to Axl shirt pulling on it a little and turned to me

he didn’t have time to say anything before my lips smashed onto his. Axl was took by surprise and I knew he was but I pulled him in by his shirt more and he kissed harder. My hand went to neck to the back ,pulling him in deeper and our lips began to move in sync slowly

His lips tasted like jack Daniels and coke but the feeling of his lips against mine felt like heaven. I could sense Jay still looking at us and I wanted him to know I was taken

I moaned in the kiss and licked axl’s bottom lip and he let me in happily. Our tongues danced slowly and now how full body was turned to me. I smiled As we were kissing and sucked on his tongue. I knew he loved that and my hand squeezed the top of his thigh

I heard izzy giggle and say duffs name probably to look at us and tease us that we were making out now in front of all of them.

Axl groaned and I moaned quietly feeling his hand now snaking up around my thigh to my ass giving it a little squeeze. I smile pulling back from the sloppily but slow kiss we were having and he opened his eyes looking into me

Axl smirked at me going to my ear “what was that all that about ?” and I giggled shaking my head grabbing his jaw

“nothing, just wanted a kiss from you “ i said back and I heard duff whistle loudly. I rolled my eyes playfully at him and Axl have him the finger making me giggle

I noticed that Jay was still looking but with a kind of angry look now. He was staring at Axl but then he looked at me and that smirk came back. I frowned at him and turned away not looking at him

I genuinely can’t be bothered with him now. He’s irritating me

“I think she wants more than a kiss Axl “ Steven muttered and everyone laughed. Axl laughed looking at me then back at Steven. I shook my head giggling looking down

As the night carried on I could feel myself getting more tipsy and more tipsy. Axl was now drunk and so was everybody else but I knew Axl knew what he was doing , saying and where he was. He wasn’t drunk drunk yet.

Jay has now gone. Thank fuck. That’s dude was starting to get on my nerves

“ y/n “ Axl slurred my name into my neck and i hummed stroking his soft ginger hair back from his face and he mumbled something but I couldn’t hear

“huh baby ?” I asked putting my ear to his mouth lifting his head up a little. “wanna go “ Axl hiccupped ad I pulled back looking at him. His eyes looked glossy from all the alcohol and his body was slouched into mine.

“you wanna go home ?” I asked and he nodded leaning in and started pecking my cheek down to my neck with wet kisses .An hour later we all ended up home. Me and Axl were now in bed and he cannot keep his hands off me.

“Ax , go to sleep “ I giggle pushing him back lightly. His hands were roaming my body and his lips were all over my neck and my lips. Axl pulled back frowning and groaned.

“come on “ Axl whispered and he sounded so desperate. It was kind of funny hearing him like that. His hands tracked up my thigh to around my ass and gave it a squeeze once again and his lips smashed onto my neck. He’s already gave me a big hickey already

actually a few. some were at the top of my tits were he’d been sucking and kissing hungrily. my hands were in his fiery hair as he started to suck on my skin once again. I tugged a little and I moaned softly as he sucked more and more.

“let me make love to you “ Axl whispered in my ear and my eyes were closed taking in ever movement and word he said. i smiled at his words and it made me feel funny inside but the good kind

“please “ axl lifted up a little and rolled me onto my back gently now hovering over me. i looked up and he looked down at me with a warm smile

i nodded smiling back and he gave me a big half drunken smile. Axl softly stroked my hair from my forehead leaning down and pecking my forehead a couple of times before going to my lips giving me a long soft kiss .

No other man will ever compare to him

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skoolnites · 3 months ago

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𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤

cb98 x reader

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->𝙬𝙘: 1.3kish (i edited a bit on here and tumblr won’t let me copy it back over to my drive to check word count)

->𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: just a little something to set the mood

->𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, y/n has a brother, mention of smoking weed underaged, nothing else

->𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: this was supposed to be called burning for you babe but burning for you was really symmetrical. also hi y’all long time no see well more like i haven’t written anything in at least two years, it’s fine. masterlist coming soon with more information i just like to do things out of order :). yes i am reusing my old layout and what about it?

mid november 2023

the first time connor ever stepped into y/n’s room it wasn’t the messy floor or unmade bed or overflowing book shelf that he first noticed, no, what he saw first were the neatly stacked cds that covered her dresser. some were in cases others without, some of them were clearly factory made while some just had scribbles on them. there were so many he could barely see the old clock cd player that lived behind the stacks.

“i didn’t think people still used cds,” connor chuckled

“i mean it’s my personal favorite way to listen to music,” y/n joked heading towards one of the piles of cds without cases, “these are the originals,” she held up a couple of them with paper booklets in between each disc, on each cd was a month and either 2006 or 2007. “my dad made them with his favorite songs during each month of my first year alive, the booklets have little notes,” she carefully flipped through a few of the booklets before handing connor one of them. the pages were pretty empty just a song title, artist, a lyric written out and then a short handwritten note. it felt like something he shouldn’t be reading, something too personal.

“so your dad still makes you cds?” he asked not quite sure what to say, awkwardly handing the paper back to her. he hoped she couldn’t tell he was nervous, he was always slightly awkward but he fell apart around her. she was so new to him, like no one he’s ever met before, it had only been a week since they met and somehow she had taken over his mind.

“not anymore, burning cds is a lost art,” she was playful while reaching for another stack, “i mean i still burn my own, i’m somewhat of a playlist god, these are all mine” she started rifling through the stack, he could see that these cds had bubble letter titles written on them, he could just make out the top one, “senior year and other stupid milestones” and then the one under it which was just titled “Fuck!!!”, random sharpie scribbles covered the discs’ faces, making each one its own little work of art. the booklets were colorful and lively and filled with writing. she handed him the senior year booklet, “last year i started making a playlist per semester to fit the vibe of that semester, they’ve become my early morning soundtracks especially when my best friend, mallory, i think i’ve told you about her, and i talking shit in my car before class starts, that one’s the most recent one,”. connor idly flipped through the booklet noticing a slightly messy looking intro page and a couple strange little doodles of mushrooms and matchbooks between song pages, until landing on a spread that caught his eye due to a large and sorta creepy eyeball drawn on one side. the other page had the song:

Broken Cash Machine - Modern Baseball

“Questioning my awkward footing, mixing bitter pills with chocolate pudding”

you ever feel like the world is moving too fast? i can’t believe i have to get my shit together so soon, what happened to not growing up. what happened to that girl that walked into this high school not really knowing who she was? sometimes i get worried she wouldn’t be proud of me but then i sit down and realize i’m cool as hell. i am everything baby y/n thought she couldn’t be, i’m the girl i used to just pretend i was in my head while forcing myself to fit in. i’m proud of being a slightly (not really) edgy loudmouth loser who doesn’t hide behind her cds anymore (i get to be proud of them now). anyway i chose this line cause of jason’s party when mal tried weed for the first time and we had to run to 7-eleven to get her a chocolate bar because she had such a bad taste in her mouth afterwards. its fine she claims she’s gotten used to the taste by now. is she telling the truth? maybe. will i gladly watch her try again because it was funny as hell? most definitely.

connor chuckled a bit trying to picture what the scene must have been like, there was so much of y/n’s life that he never got to experience but he knew he wanted to experience the rest of it with her. his face twisted when she called herself an edgy loudmouth loser because while she was definitely a loudmouth, always talking or singing something under her breath, she was barely edgy and not a loser. sure she had this whole vibe about her that made her seem mysterious, but then she was passionately ranting about her math teacher in the passenger seat of connor’s car at midnight while dipping fries in an oreo mcflurry and then she wasn’t such a mystery anymore, she was just like any other 17 year old. but she wasn’t like any other 17 year old in how she treated him, she was the only person he had met who never treated him like connor bedard: hot shot hockey stud. instead she treated him like connor: some guy who geeked out on sports talk and tensed up every time she so much as playfully shoved him.

“these are mine, for my own keepsake sentimental bullshit purposes,” she said gesturing to a taller stack of cds, “these are for people. mostly works in progress but some i’m just waiting for an occasion to gift them, they’re mainly for my friends and also i made my brother a couple, there’s at least two in here that were for my freshman year crush and—,” she cut herself off, “oh this one!,” her smile somehow brightened, “this one’s for my ex, he dumped me too early to get his perfectly curated playlist,” she opened up the booklet revealing that it had now been scribbled over in black marker and obscenities. “but like seriously, this is how i talk when i can’t find the words, if i burn you a disc consider yourself special, only people who are important to me get one, sometimes it’s just a copy of one of my playlists that i think they need to hear, for example one of my five ‘i’m overwhelmed’ playlists, but custom playlists? i don’t put that much effort in for just anyone,” y/n grinned as she shoved a finger into connor’s chest pushing him slightly, it was no where near strong enough to cause him to stumble as much as he did but he did things like that whenever she touched him, “maybe one day you’ll get one too, bedard,” she was absolutely beaming at him before turning around grabbing the cd that had been sitting next to the player and placing it into the tray, the machine whirled for a second before the music started up as she walked back towards him.

it was two weeks later when he asked her out. it was all stuttery and nervous on a facetime call because he was on a roadie. he wanted to wait to do it in person but he physically could not keep it in anymore. he needed to be more with her and it was eating him alive. the confession was clumsy and he still gets embarrassed recounting how he tripped over his words but the second he was back in chicago and was greeted with the best hug he’s ever received, he knew it was worth it. after a month of dating she showed up to his apartment with a cd and booklet in hand, “things you stole from me: my hair tie, my favorite beanie and my heart (don’t worry i don’t want any of it back). connor knew he was done for when he flipped through the book. then when he told her he loved her a couple weeks later, a cd titled “you love meeeeeee” was left on his nightstand. soon there were cds for everything, he mentioned he was stressed once (“y/n’s hugs in audio form”), the holiday season (“can’t be cold when you look so hot”), their one year anniversary (“connor and y/n and the most perfect 365 days anyone could ask for”), when the summer started (“i won’t miss your morning practices”), and right before she left for college she handed him a cd called “Cst to Est” noting the time change of their newfound long distance relationship. his favorite cd was simply titled “we are such losers”, there was no reason for the playlist just that she kept hearing songs that made her think of him and also because in her words she needs to “fix his music taste”.

he really shouldn’t have been surprised when he found the cd and booklet in backseat of his car after y/n had gone back to school from winter break. the disc covered in hearts and big red letters that read:

“Burning for you babe”

#connor bedard #connor bedard x reader #nhl x reader #cb98

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oracle-of-dream · 2 years ago

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Something Special

Summary: You've been getting closer to Jay, a wealthy businessman, as you've been booked to sing at multiple events for this business dinner. He invites you as his plus one this time, but you have a song written just for him prepared...

Notes: Some non-sexual works are in order since I haven't released any in a while, so I hope you like it <3

Wordcount: 2.8k

Sitting in a cafe, in a corner seat near the window. You could feel the sunlight shining through the window warming you up from the cold winter air. You came here to find some inspiration for your song. You wanted to write something special for a man who you met here. You could remember the day he walked into the cafe. It was an open mic night, which you went to every single one to practice singing on stage. Most people didn’t really pay attention to you, but one man couldn’t look away from you. It felt like you were singing just to him like the two of you were alone in the room together. That was months ago. The man introduced himself as Jay Park, the CEO of one of the businesses in the area. Some fashion company, and judging from the clothes he was wearing you could tell it wasn’t a lie either… Jay asked if you’d be interested in working a few gigs, promising very generous pay for some classy late-night singer vibes to come to his studio events. The first event was something to remember. It was on a huge stage with a live band. The room was full of people, most of them not really paying attention, the number was enough to even make you want to reconsider performing at all. But Jay spoke to you before the performance, encouraging you, and it turned out to be one of the best nights you’d ever performed.

You scratched your head in frustration, looking down at your notepad. It was full of lyrics from the song you’ve been working on for the better part of two months. You heard that your favorite client liked to have a New Year’s dinner for his company with live music. Meaning that it would be the perfect time to showcase a new song, but nothing seemed to fit the feeling you wanted. Something special…

You heard your phone ringing and answered, “Hello?”

“Hey Songbird, you busy?”

You smiled at the nickname he gave you. “Never too busy for my favorite businessman.”

“Did you eat yet? We could go out to lunch in a bit, my treat!”

“Jay, it’s always your treat when you take me out.”

“Well, I can’t let you pick up the bill. It’s a pride thing, ya know?”

“Pride in what,” you scoffed.

“Pride in knowing I’m taking care of you. I like treating you. And there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about too...” Jay’s voice was a little tight like he was nervous about something.

You pretended not to know that he was going to ask you to sing for him. “What’s the occasion, maybe another gig?”

“I did have a gig for you on New Year’s Eve, but I found another singer.”

You hesitated, trying to collect your brain before replying. Your face felt a little warm and your smile faded after registering what he’d said.

Jay broke the silence first, “Not that you’re not an amazing singer, I just figured you’d be a little too busy that night since–”

“I’m super busy actually! I gotta go catch up with another client calling. We’ll get back to this another time, yeah?”

“Y/n?”

You didn’t let Jay finish before you hung up the phone. Your face was hot and getting hotter as you thought more about it. It’s just business with him, so it doesn’t matter to him who he hires for events or whatever. Even giving a courtesy call to tell you not to worry about the event. The nerve of that guy! You look back at your notepad and flip to the next page, writing new lyrics to your song, something to show how you really felt about him.

Jay tried calling again after an hour, even texting you. You decided to mute his number while you were in your creative process. Since he had time to hire another singer because he assumed you were busy, then you were too busy to answer the phone.

Three days had passed since you last spoke to Jay. You were still muting his notifications, but couldn’t help yourself from looking at the texts… It was mostly confusion in the beginning. Then trying to explain something, but Jay seemed apologetic. It had been a while since his last message, which was just, “I’m sorry”. That’s when the guilt started to set in. Were you being too harsh to him? It’s not like it's a contract deal or that he had feelings for you, so it didn’t matter if he hired another singer. But you still couldn’t find out why you got so angry in the first place.

You picked up your phone and called Jay. It rang and rang, but there was no answer. Maybe he moved on after you freaked out and ghosted him… You went back to your notepad, looking at the lyrics you wrote. The new ones were mean and it felt horrible reading what you’d written about him. You ripped out the pages and threw them all away, trying to put that part of yourself aside.

You called his office. His secretary Mrs.R answered. She was an older lady who looked after Jay like she was his mother. She was always willing to speak her mind to her boss, which is why he liked her.

“Hello, Y/n! It’s so good to finally hear from you. Mr.Park has been trying to get in contact with you!”

“I know…” Your throat was so dry, it was hard to speak. “Is he in the office today?”

“Yes, he’s here. He’ll be in meetings for most of his evening. Should I tell him you called?”

You thought about it… “No, I don’t want to bother him while he’s at work. I know he’ll cut corners and try to make time to talk to me, I wouldn’t want him to do that.”

“Oh, okay. I would like to ask a question, if I may. What were you planning to wear to the New Year’s Eve dinner? Mr.Park asked me to pick out a suit for him, but I thought it would be best if he matched with you.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Why would he need to match with me?”

“Well, you’re his date, aren’t you?”

“Date!? He didn’t mention anything about that to me.” You tried to think about when he may have asked you.

“He told me he was planning to call you and ask you a few days ago. I told him it’s better to ask in person, so he said he’d invite you to lunch and ask you then.”

You remembered the last time he invited you to lunch… When you hung up on him.

“Actually. Mrs.R, if you could tell him I called. I’d really appreciate it.”

“I’ll let him know right away.”

“Thank you.”

You hung up the phone feeling like an idiot. You kept your phone with you for the rest of the day, checking it constantly, but got nothing from Jay. It was around 11 pm when you really started freaking out. New Year’s Eve was tomorrow and you had no real way of getting to him. You typed out a big paragraph apology to him for not listening to him and begged him to call you.

After a shower to clear your head, your phone rang. You almost fell as you rushed to answer it in time.

“Jay! Look I’m so sorry, I was an idiot for not trying to listen–”

“I’m so sorry dear. I’m not Mr.Park…” You heard Mrs.R’s voice coming out of your phone.

“Sorry… How can I help you, Mrs.R?”

“I was hoping I could drop off this suit for you. I thought you could use it for the event tomorrow.”

“He hasn’t answered me, and I don’t think he will at this rate.” You sighed.

“He’s probably being petty. He’s like that when he’s upset, but I have an idea for you if you’re willing to go through with it.”

Your ears perked at her idea. You gave her directions to your home and she explained her plan about how she wanted you to crash his party to make him see you again. However, she left a lot of things vague with only one thing very clear.

“You can’t talk to him before you get there. If you do, it could potentially give away the plan.” She warned.

You nodded in understanding as you took the bag she brought for you. Inside was the luxury suit, taken from one of the product lines in the company. You walked her to the door and thanked her for helping you, waving her off as she walked back to her car and drove away.

The suit was black with a white button-up, but the fabric was sleek and smooth. Something you’d more likely see Jay wear, but if it was a part of the plan then you knew you had to wear it.

The next morning, you fought the urge to text and call Jay again. It used to talk almost every day, but almost five days of not speaking to him was starting to get to you. That’s when you started getting texts from Mrs.R.

“Okay, first we need to get you into the building undetected. We can’t put you on the guest list as Jay gets a copy of it so he doesn’t forget who’s coming, so we’ll need to sneak you in with the catering business.”

Her plan sounded straight out of a spy movie, but you had no objections. You took your time putting on makeup and the suit, setting your hair right, and plucked your lyric book with you before leaving to head to the location of the party.

Upon arriving, you parked and followed the crowds of people towards the front. Your phone buzzed again.

“The caterers enter from the side entrance, white van. They should be expecting you, so just grab some supplies and help them inside. Once you're in, come find me.”

You texted her back. “Isn’t this a little extra? I could’ve asked him if I could come…”

“Of course it’s extra! He loves this kinda stuff, if you want to show him how serious you are, then you should be extra.”

You sighed as you walked away from the front of the building, to its side, and followed the caterers into the building as they carried in food, utensils, and more. Just as she told you, none of the staff bothered asking who you were. You took a few turns down the several hallways until it opened up into the main ballroom for the event, where you instantly spotted Mrs.R at the reception table.

You rushed over to her, holding an empty tray.

“Mrs.R!”

She smiled as you came over. “Well, who’s this handsome server?”

“So what next in your master plan?”

She took out a sheet of paper. “This is the itinerary. The singer we had was supposed to get here already, but I’ve managed to send them home. Without a singer, Jay will be desperate for a new one. And then that’s when you’ll take the stage. I’ll give you a signal, so hurry and get backstage!”

You didn’t know whether to be shocked or impressed by her control of the whole plan, but you didn’t have time to decide. You rushed backstage, ditching the metal tray somewhere.

A voice came over the speakers, it was Mrs.R! “Ladies and gentlemen. I deeply apologize for the delay on the music, we’ve finally gotten someone who’s ready to give a little ambiance.”

You could see the audience from where you were standing. Jay was sitting towards the front with an irritated look on his face, talking to some other men he was sitting with. The rest of the audience was either eating or talking amongst themselves, which you were used to, but you got the same feeling from your first performance for Jay… Your hands were cold, your stomach churned, and your knees were locking into place.

Mrs.R walked backstage. “Okay, it's your–,” she noticed your stressed expression. “Oh dear, are you so nervous about performing in front of him?”

You shrugged as your mouth wouldn’t open.

“He wants to see you. And I know you want to see him too, I can see it in your eyes. He needs you to be strong right now, so you have to go!” Mrs.R ended her short pep talk by handing you her microphone and giving you a small push toward the stage.

The push was enough to get you to move your feet, and walk onto the stage. White lights shined onto your face, almost blinding you. Some of the audience was hard to see, but you could see Jay. Front and center, still talking. It didn’t seem like he’d noticed you yet.

You positioned the microphone on the stand and nodded to the band to start the first song in the set. You started singing, only looking at Jay. Hoping he’d look back at you…

It was about a minute into the song before he looked at you for the first time in five days. His expression softened and he cracked a smile when he saw you onstage. He nodded his in approval as you sang to him. You went through the first set of the event before being allowed to have a break.

You stepped backstage and Jay met you there.

“You’re here!?” Jay hugged you tightly.

“Y-Yeah… I’m here.” You hugged him back, enjoying every second of him holding you.

Eventually, the two of you separated, and Jay was the first to speak. “Did you get my messages?”

You nodded. “And did you get mine?”

“Of course I did. I tried to call you, but I was in meetings all day and still had preparations for the event. So I didn’t get the chance to call you… And I honestly thought you didn’t want to hear from me anymore.” Jay’s voice was full of relief, and he looked like he could’ve burst into tears at that moment. “Why did you hang up on me that day? I didn’t get to explain myself…”

“I… I felt a bit jealous. And irritated that you didn’t want to ask me if I wanted to sing for your event, and you assumed I was busy–”

“I was going to ask you to be my date at the party. You’d be too busy sitting with me to be on stage singing, is what I wanted to say.” Jay sighed. “I didn’t think you’d get so irritated that you’d hang up before I could give the pickup line.”

You felt more embarrassed hearing him say it. “When you said date, did you mean an actual one? Or just your plus one?”

“I meant, Date,” Jay said flatly. “I wanted tonight to be special, so I could ask you if we could look into something a little… more personal than Singer and Client. I just didn’t really know how to play it.”

“Is that still on the table?” You asked.

“I’m open to negotiations,” he replied smugly.

“Watch it, businessman. I’m not too into contracts.”

“Right, no cages for the Songbird. I remember.”

You blushed at the nickname. “Do you have somewhere a little private? Just us?”

Jay looked around before leading you to an elevator. It was all glass, with a view of the city as it got higher off the ground. He pressed on the 50th floor, letting the elevator rise. Right before the doors opened, he switched the elevator off. “Private enough?”

You looked out at the city lights. “Perfect.” You pull out your notepad from your pocket. “I wrote you a song if you’re willing to hear it…”

Jay leaned against the wall of the elevator. “A private show? I’d love that…” His gaze was locked on you as you prepared yourself in front of him.

You sang Jay the song you’d spent the last two months writing, pouring in everything you’d felt about him. Tell him about the first time you met, your first performance for him, and how he had your heart since that day…

At the end of your song, you saw a firework explode behind Jay. High in the sky. It shined beautiful green and purple colors. You moved closer to see more fireworks.

“Happy New Year, Songbird…” Jay whispered as he held your waist, pulling you close to him. “Do I get a New Year’s kiss too?” Jay spun you around to face him, his face lighting up from the colors of the fireworks. It felt like time had stopped moving as he leaned down to you. He softly placed his lips on yours, drinking your lips under the stars and lights of a new year. A new year together…

#oracle of dreams #kpop x male reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen #jay #jay enhypen #jay enha #park jongseong #jay park #enhypen x reader #enhypen x male reader

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gazetto-chronicle · 7 months ago

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2024.12.05 Ruki IG stories:

(1) Feel free to ask questions or chat every once in a while 👽🔥

(2) Ruki Update. The sample stickers are so cute, I had to stick one on. Might edit them and release them someday. 🤲

(3) Ruki Update, Part 2. Surrounded by the best staff, we had a great photoshoot. 👏 This story is a long one, so I’ll post about it in the future. 📨📮

(4) Look forward to lots of things in December, too! 🔥

On Twitter: "Just now, I opened up my Instagram stories for some questions and casual chat after a long time. Let me hear what you think 👨‍🚀📨"

1) Q: What kind of work have you been doing lately?

A: I’ve been working on music production, next year’s tour merchandise, and things beyond that. I’ve also been continuously working on NIL since summer. Right now, I feel like staying active rather than resting brings more fruitful results, and above all, it keeps my mind feeling healthy. 🍁

2) Q: Have you been anywhere on a walk recently?

A: In the second half of this year, I’ve often taken the time to visit various places.🚶 There were many memorable spots, so I’ll make another post about them before the year ends. 📨📮

3) Q: Have you been to any art museums recently?

A: There’s one I want to go to, but it hasn’t started yet. It’s something I’m really looking forward to.🖼️ If you have any recommendations, let me know 🙌

4) Q: Do you ever feel like you have the “professional disease”?

[Background image is from Chainsaw Man manga chapter 180 and reads "Uh-oh. It's almost time. This is it. I'm losing it. I'm going crazy, so you can disappear now"]

A: Pretty much my whole life.

5) Q: Do you think you'll get another pup?

A: No, I can't. I still haven't been able to throw away his bed. One of my goals is to completely change the interior of my house next year.

6) Q: Thank you for the story mentioning letters. You even included Hong Kong—thank you so much. It made me really happy.

A: I’m truly happy and grateful to receive letters from all over the world. I spent hours reading them. Please feel free to send more! 📮

7) Q: I'm looking forward to the new NIL products ♪ What will they be?

A: This year, I couldn’t switch out my wardrobe with the seasons, so I made items I want to wear right now. I also didn’t get a chance to change my interior decor, so I created things that can easily change the atmosphere and vibe of a home. Additionally, I wanted to capture "my current self," in a tangible way, so I completely shifted my mindset during the design process. It ended up being meaningful for me personally, and I felt happiness in being able to preserve it in this form. This was my 11th production overall. I’ll share more about it in a post later! 📮

8) Q: Thanks to my husband, I’ve become completely hooked ♡ I recently joined HERESY, and in March, I’ll be attending my first live show.

A: Just about a month and a half left until I get to see you all. Please tell everyone I look forward to seeing you in March😎

9) Q: What’s your current motivation for living?

A: You guys. This will never change, so don’t make me say it over and over again. 🤝🙆‍♂️

10) Q: It’s hard to recognize the moments when your heart regains its strength, isn’t it? But just breathing makes everyone amazing and a genius.

A: Even if you know it in your head, we’re not robots, it’s natural for emotions to have ups and downs. 🤝 There are no numbers written on your face telling you how much energy you have today, your age, your weight, or anything like that. That’s why I hope you don’t worry too much about what other people think and instead cherish the time you spend enjoying the things you love. This year, I’ve felt that it’s important to prioritize that for myself as well. Let’s make the most of the remaining month together and have wonderful days ahead. 🍁

On Twitter:

"I answered a few questions, but why do I keep getting asked about my favorite miso soup and oden ingredients? 🍲"

"Thank you for sharing what you're working hard on or what you're struggling to overcome. I’ll find time to respond to all of them and I plan to save it in my highlights."

"It's about time I get back to work 👨‍🚀"

11) Q: Ruki-san, let's go for a Harley ride lol

A: Rather than that, let's make glasses together again lol 🤝 inari_tsuchiya

12) Q: How do you deal with people whose personalities don’t align with yours?

A: Looking back, I’ve somehow managed to climb to a position where I don’t have to interact with such people. Even so, when I must engage with people in those environments, I try to respect them, thinking they probably have many sides I don’t know about. But I still keep a certain distance and avoid getting too close. Also, to put it simply, I don’t have the time to think about people I don’t get along with.

13) Q: I’m moving at a snail’s pace, but once I’m mentally ready, I will definitely go to another live show.

A: I’ll always be waiting for you. I’ve also received a lot of messages asking, “When is the world tour?” That’s definitely something I want to make happen in the near future. Come see me, because I’ll be coming to see you too🏃

#2024 #ruki #ig stories #X twitter #the gazette #koron

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munsonsmixtapes · 1 year ago

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Heyyy! I love your works and I was wondering if you could do something with prompt 23 and reader’s birthday? Maybe not having anyone to spend it with because everyone is busy and spending the day with Eddie or Steve because they’re amazing.

I’ve got a birthday coming up and basically everyone is going to be out of town or unavailable so it just kind of popped into my head. Totally feel free to change up the vibe and stuff if it’s not the move it was just on my mind!

Wishing you the best :)

Happy birthday, lovely!! I hope you’re still able to make a great day despite the circumstances!

Prompt used: “Would you just shut up and kiss me?”

Eddie x fem!reader

Just like every other year, it seemed like everyone had forgotten your birthday yet again. Everyone except Eddie, that is. Even when the two of you were friends, he always made a point to make your birthday the best day of the year, always topping the last year with his elaborate plans.

This year was definitely the best of them all. Eddie had taken you to see your favorite band and the two of you had somehow gotten a spot right in front of the stage. You were so close that you could have put your hand out and touch the band if you reach far enough. So close that it was definitely damaging your eardrums, but you didn’t even care. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you were going to take it.

Eddie watched you sing along to the songs and couldn’t help but fall even more in love with you as he watched your eyes fill up with so much admiration for a band that you had loved so much and had only been able to see because of him.

You turned to see him smiled at you and you just smiled back before cuddling into his side as you continued to sing along to the song that the band was performing. He sang with you as best he could and this was the moment that he knew. The moment that he realized that he was in love with you.

You turned in his arms to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck while his went to your waist. You pulled him in your arms sweet kiss, not even caring about the people around you. You felt like it was what you owed him for giving you the best birthday ever.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart. Are you having a good time?” You pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms even more around your waist.

“The best, Eds.” You pressed another kiss to his lips. “Thank you so much.”

“Anything for you, lovely. And I do mean anything,” he winked.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” you winked back.

You pulled him into a hug and buried your face into his neck, pressing a kiss to it before pulling away. You could see that there was a look on his face that you couldn’t quite make out. Something that you hadn’t recognized, but whatever it was, it was intense. A smile then broke out on his face and you couldn’t help but mimic it since it was so infectious.

“I love you.” He said the words with so much confidence, but unfortunately, they were loud enough and you leaned forward so you could hear him better.

“What?” You turned your head so your ear was right by his mouth so you could hear him better.

“I’m in love with you.” Maybe just one more time, louder this time, but you still couldn’t hear it.

“What?” Just as you asked the question again, the music stopped so the band could do their next song and that was when Eddie finally raised his voice loud enough.

“I’m in love with you!” The loudness of his voice caused everyone around you to turn to him, some in annoyance, but others laughed.

“Oh my god, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so embarrassed and I can’t believe that I-”

“Eddie?”

“Yes?”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me?”

Eddie pressed his lips to yours and both of you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. He smiled as well and the two of you couldn’t help but laugh into each others mouths.

“I love you too,” you told him once you pulled away, ignoring all of the looks. In that moment, it was just the two of you. You loved him too. So much so that it hurt and that night really solidified your feelings. Not just anyone would have taken you to a concert of a band they weren’t really into just because they knew you liked them. Just to see you smile.

“That right!” You heard a voice and turned to see that the lead singer was staring at you and Eddie. He was smiling wide and you never thought you would have ever gotten his attention. “We love love here so everyone give it up to the happy couple!” He began to clap and the audience joined it, erupting in cheers.

Both you and Eddie blushed and turned to each other, your smiles not faltering. He pulled you in for a deep kiss and the lead singer continued to clap for you. Yeah, there was definitely no way Eddie was going to be able to top next year.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff

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cigarette-catgirl · 3 months ago

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Short opinionated reviews of the Sonic games I finish, now that I’ve developed a fixation for it. These are in the order of when I played them (from what I remember). Spoilers obv for whoever cares:

- Sonic Adventure: This is what started all this. I liked Sonic, Knuckles and Gamma’s stories the most, especially Gamma I found myself surprised by it. Extremely jank but the jank has charm. Fav level was Emerald Coast on Sonic.

- Sonic Adventure 2: This is what cemented the fixation for real. I adored Dark story. I wish Knuckles and Rouge’s levels were actually fun bc they’re both super fun to control. Shadow was a highlight ofc and Metal Harbor was my fav level.

- Sonic Generations: Ended up replaying this for the first time in maybe 6 years and it’s rly nice revisiting it after the Adventure games. I played the original version so I’ll keep my Shadow Gens opinions for when I actually play it. Didn’t enjoy the Classic Sonic levels but that’s partly bc I suck at it. Fav level was Rooftop Run bc I’m biased (Unleashed means a lot to me)

- Sonic CD: My 1st classic game in a looong time. I was recommended it a lot but I quickly realized it just didn’t hit it for me gameplay-wise. The vibes are immaculate, the music and visuals are incredible, I’m just slowly understanding that Classic Sonic might not be my thing, but maybe that’ll change once I give Mania a proper shot. Fav stage was Wacky Workbench.

- Sonic Frontiers: This is the most recent game I’ve beaten (haven’t finished Another story yet, workin on it). It was definitely a bit of whiplash tonally but I ended up really liking the character interactions between the main cast, even if the conclusion felt a little abrupt, mainly cuz the primary threat wasn’t really revealed in the most climactic way. This is imo my favorite Sonic has ever controlled, he just feels really snappy. I just wish the game offered better ways to challenge the player instead of just throwing 20 thousand obstacle courses in a UE flat plane. The titan fights are absolutely the highlights, just cuz of pure vibes and OST, even if some of them were pretty jank. My favorite was definitely Knight.

- Shadow Generations: This was so good. Ugh. The levels in this are some of the best I’ve played from modern Sonic in a while, and its just so cool to see Shadow being written like this since from what I’ve heard he was in proper Shame Era for a while (tho I was lucky to get into Sonic when it’s all ended, hopefully that lasts). Ian Flynn I continue to owe you my life for writing Sonic characters with depth. Shadow ily so much holy moly. Favorite level was probably Rail Canyon or Radical Highway, both were really fun to figure out but all the levels have something fun about them and the boss fights were super interesting especially when they incorporate the Doom abilities you unlock, my fav being Metal Overlord probably bc I love Neo Metal and really need to play Heroes already.

I’ll update this later on with any more games I beat. I’ve been in the Kingdom Hearts trenches lately and have been suffering from FF14 and MH Wilds withdrawal so I’ll probably be playing more of that before I start any more Sonics. Though the plan is probably gonna be Heroes or Shadow the Hedgehog next, bc I need more Shadow.

#ciggy dot txt #sonic the hedgehog #sega #thumbs up #ciggy sonic

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rowanthestrange · 1 year ago

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The Master And Margarita Jacket

(Matthew Sweet’s Doctor Who version…but with a frisson of Bulgakov’s)

It’s done! With every bit of unphotographical glittery metallic paint that I can’t capture on camera even if my iphone skills weren’t rubbish.

@spoonietimelordy, @rearranging-deck-chairs, @bearinabandana and everyone else who Did The Reading of that one ‘I Am The Master’ novel but I’ve forgotten to tag because i’m so sleep deprived i can’t think any more but hopefully other people will, assemble!

Detailed closeups and explanations (with some spoilers) below:

Starting front top right side (face on). -Margarita herself, biting a mushroom. A more Cockatoo beak than Macaw, with red face instead of white, to make what exactly she is more mysterious. -The Master Who logo here is just gold, any shading didn’t look right when it was so thin.

Front top right pocket. Purple, of course.

-Next section down are these three. The ‘Never Stop Growing’ patch is my second favourite patch of the bunch. So many Master Themes, and plot relevant. -Then the little ‘Best Buds’ with the heart in the middle. I was inordinately proud of that idea. (Buds, budding, bigenerated vibe). -And then ‘Obscene Lotus’. That’s mentioned early in the book, and while it’s just described as a big purplish lotus, there’s so much sexual charging in that scene that, well, you gotta.

Me, reusing the ‘budding’ pun in a different capacity? It’s more likely than you think.

-The cover of the Penguin Clothbound Classic version of the original The Master And Margarita, that took multiple days to complete and so much agony. -The patch is a blank one that I bought, then painted the design to look like one of those stamps people sometimes put in books. Painted the border the same colour, then tea-stained it to look like old paper. Certainly in real life the colour comes out nicely. I couldn’t find his autograph (and sadly there’s an unrelated artist with the same name lol) but he got his doctorate in Wilkie Collins so I just looked up examples of that guy’s writing and tried to give it a bit of that vibe. Hopefully it’s the thought that counts. But hey, if anyone ever meets him and gets me a signature sample I can just redo it.

General mushroom patch - I like the fire kind of vibe and the looming.

To the other side!

So. You’re asking what’s with the daisy theme. Fair. So Margarita is also another name for a daisy in some languages. I choose to lean into that because it’s also the widely known symbol of Three - with that scene where he talks to Jo and recounts how a hermit living on a mountain helped dispel his depression by getting him to focus on the beauty of the flower (“and it was the most daisiest daisy”). Given that Three is essentially a character in the book, this felt like the vibe we’re going for. It’s perennial. It also is a healer of bruises and wounds, how can that not be relevant meta wise too to the Master’s new companion, hm? And okay yes, Mikhail does say he’s not a botanist, but if you can think of another way to get that message across other than botanical illustration page…

I like the patch because lightbulb, idea, full of mushrooms etc.

-‘I Am The Master’ being the name of the book the story is contained in, plus Fun With Identity. -Next the one bit of Real Art that I attempted to copy in glittery acrylics - Magritte’s ‘The Treachery Of Images’ or more commonly known ‘Ceci n’est pas une pipe’. The story not only of the Master’s experiences recently, but the story’s themes of hallucinations and deceptions; as well as being the symbol of Russian!Brigadier. -This patch is great isn’t it? A play on the Master’s apparent alcoholism or Russian blending in as you prefer, and of course, The Lighthouse of Martin!Doctor fame.

-Mikhail’s guitar for playing Brown Sugar and other ominous inference songs. -The formula triangle of Love, Food, and Music (I couldn’t think of a self-evident way to show his approach to food - Russian dumplings are, well, not exactly distinct). On its side so the glittery pink triangle points in a certain direction because he’s escaped places and I can do ominous inferences too Sweet. -Maybe controversial? There is a failed love story component in here though, that I just couldn’t leave unmarked. The Doctor, K’vo, and Jo all have their parts to play in that.

Now for the arms:

Here’s the right-side looking-on arm. -I repainted this mushroom patch to be the orange and green of K’vo’s. -You’ve already seen the long image of it above, so here’s just a snippet closeup of the motif that goes along both arms. Daisies linked in a chain with the words ‘daisiest daisy’ (if you wonder why everything’s outlined by the way, a) i like the style, and b) it makes glitter infinitely more legible and clearer to see if there’s a dark matt border around it breaking it up, especially with something as variable coloured as denim). There’s the sunflower in the middle because Margarita loves her sunflower seeds.

This is the other arm. Margarita holding a margarita in a margarita. What’s more to add? I used my shittest white (mixed with my fabric medium as everything else has been at every step) rather than @yesokayiknow’s excellent suggestion of Liquitex, which has saved me everywhere else, including those light patches. But here shitty kids basics acrylic is translucent enough to do some excellent work pretending to be glass and ice. The parrot patch has been altered to make the beak entirely black and her face red instead of macaw white, to keep her species ambiguous as literary theme demands.

To the back!

This Master Who logo is bigger, so it has the Master’s purple highlights like bruising.

Here is a small UNIT patch I modified to be a Russian one, globe focused on their continent (roughly). Sweet just translated the word ‘unit’ for Russian!Brigadier’s group, and the text is the re-cyrilliced version of that.

Skipping to the bottom…

Here referencing O’s collection of Doctor Information, Sweet adding to that with having distinct scrapbooks. ‘Manuscripts Don’t Burn’ is a line from Bulgakov’s The Master And Margarita (spoken by Satan in fact, mhmm) and became something of a rallying cry for oppressed Russian artists. I have ‘Author Unknown’ for the obvious meta with his and the Doctor’s memories, and likewise, the fact that flames are clearly present and burning lets the viewer come to whatever conclusion they like. #133 was chosen for the simple fact that in my copy of Bulgakov’s novel, and the one depicted on the front of the jacket, it is page 133 which starts the chapter The Hero Enters, where we meet The Master who has renounced all other names (who is very much, as Interference notes, the Doctor). They are glitter paint titles done on Hemline repair patches, black, brown, white, and navy blue. I know anything too painty on that area of the back will risk a lot of wear, and these are easily replaced when necessary (if still hours of lettering).

To the left most side…

This was the most expensive patch I bought, £12. But worth it. The mushroom stalk is silk.

Here I depicted in silhouette the scene of the Master climbing up to the Doctor on the giant mushroom. I chose silhouette so as not to draw the eye too much. I also added some 2ply black-black glitter cotton as part of his climbing equipment, attached on by some silver stitches for the…things I can’t remember the name of. It gives it a bit more 3D effect, but also keeps the thread close enough it shouldn’t pull on anything.

And at its base we have a reference to Mikhail’s chosen middle name. I chose to believe it’s relevant, Sweet’s too deep into this for it not to be. This is a cover I edited to highlight the namesake who actually travelled Russia and collected the tales of this book, and indeed, it does include the story of Koschei The Deathless. I edited the robe to be red instead of its original yellow, and added the quintessential Time Lord collar. But I think it’s perfectly passable. This is iron on transfer paper (dark) onto a very light grey polycotton to turn it into a patch. It…*cough* hasn’t had its edges finished or strictly been attached yet, but that’s a bit of handwork I can do as and when.

So finally back up to the middle

I’ve expanded out @spoonlesss-artbook fantastic angel-winged Margarita’s Master art. The Redbubble bag was only that big as it was (hemmed with bostik fabric glue like a true pro and attached as a panel) so it cut off a little, and it didn’t go the whole way anyway, so now we get some endings of the feathers, some all the way up to the arm of the jacket. I tried to blend it into the fire, one creature of both. And trying to get a multidimensional feel, boundary breaking. And again, very glittery irl so plays very well with the fire theme. It was fun when it came to colour-matching particularly the blue wing at the top, because the glitter gives it a bit of a sheen. I blunted it with a few careful washes of black so it still sparkles but is the right colour in most angles.

The Redbubble edit cuts @spoonietimelordy’s signature, so I copied it from the original and moved it over to the left side in some sparkly silver. Also internet doxxing my real life self on the bottom of the back as my own signature.

Doesn’t look like the sort of thing that would take weeks when you see it all together, but I’m really happy with it. I’m so grateful for everyone who’s shown their brilliant art to me and shared posts about painting all these years, cus it allowed me to absorb stuff and let me come out of the gate swinging! It feels thoroughly addictive. Even if I only know ‘use tiny brush’ for almost everything and glitter metallic is great for hiding sins. (And a ‘Ha!’ in the face of my mother keeping me away from it my whole life because of mess - I never got even a single speck on any clothes that wasn’t this jacket. I could’ve been doing this for years rather than just picking up a brush at the age of thirty-damn-one. But at least I’ve got it now).

And thanks to Matthew Sweet for feeding the worms in my brain too.

#the master and margarita #jacket #i am the master #matthew sweet #doctor who #dw fanart #the master #dhawan!master #jacket painting #mine #:)#(and you never ask a gentleman how much his patches cost)

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