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anikaluv · 10 months

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THIS IS REAL —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff (slight angst?)

❤︎︎ cw: reader gets stood up :( , Miles (e!42) is named Myles (creative Ik), suggestive content, cussing

❤︎︎ summary: It’s been a few months since you and Myles have been “practicing”, and you finally got the courage to ask Miles out. Unfortunately, you get stood up on y’alls first date and Miles (e!42) happens to come in time to sweep you off your feet.

❤︎︎ w/c: 2.1K

❤︎︎ a/n: Tysm for all the support on my last post babes <3 . Decided I’ll post a part two cause y’all make me feel a lil motivated.

PART ONE EXTRA

You lean back against Myles desk as he pinned you down, making out with you mercilessly. His hands once on your waist now fully rummaging your body looking for anything he can get his hands on. You mumble random pleads, the more his lips interact with yours the farther you tip off the edge.

Myles smirks confidently, fully aware of the effect he has on you, and he revels in the satisfaction it brings him. "You've wanted this all along, haven't you, princesa?" he taunts, knowing deep down that you desired him. Over the past few months, during your visits to the Morales' house for your supposed "study sessions" with Miles, you came in clothes more revealing than the last.

He loved it.

In truth, you have no idea why you had been secretly finding your way to Myles' room over the past few months, and honestly, you still had no idea what you two were. Each time, you reminded yourself that these encounters weren't truly bringing you closer to Miles but rather betraying him.

However, you managed to summon the courage to ask Miles out recently, and to your surprise, he accepted. So you decided to fully give in to your desires, which lead you to this very moment.

You gently pulled away, ending the intense kiss. Myles licked his lips, shamelessly admiring your curves while you struggled to catch your breath. Releasing your arms from around his neck, you placed them on his toned chest.

Bashfully, you gazed up into Myles' eyes and summoned the courage to address the question that had been weighing on your mind for months. "Myles, this is still just practice, right?" you asked, attempting to speak out the uncertainty that had plagued you.

Myles chuckled at your question, but his amusement quickly faded as he recognized your seriousness. "Of course, mami." he replied, his tone shifting to one of sincerity.

You nodded, finding comfort in his reassurance, and tilted your head back as Myles began planting tender kisses along your neck. His hands glided down to your ass, squeezing it firmly, while he trailed a path of kisses down your collarbone.

Each peck he lays on your skin came with little compliments that makes you melt in his hold. “You taste so good, mami….such a good girl f’me” he whispered, and your heart swelled with warmth at his praise. You babbled a thank you, the words sounding like a melody to his ears.

Unfortunately for the both of you, a ringing sound rang around the room, snapping you back to reality. Your neck naturally turned towards your phone, giving Myles more access to your skin.

He bit into it fiercely, trying to catch you off guard. That for sure left a mark. You gasp loudly, Myles took that as consent to continue. "Come on, chiquita, just ignore it," he urged, attempting to persuade you to brush off the interruption. You tried to, yet you couldn’t ignore the loud ringing that echoed through the room.

You reach for your phone, dismissing the sound of Miles groaning in defeat. Your eyes bulged at the alert on the screen. “Reminder: Date Night with Miles at 9:30” . Instantly, you sprung up from Myles' desk and swiftly gathered your purse and belongings.

Myles watched you, curious. "Woah, where are you going in such a hurry, ma?" You finished collecting your things and made a beeline for the door. "I have to go home and get ready before I'm late for my date with Miles!" Turning around one last time, you planted a swift peck on Myles' cheek.

"Thank you, Myles, for everything," you said quickly, and just like that, you were gone. Myles stood there, his hand subconsciously caressing the spot where your peck had left its mark, grinning softly.

“Anything for you, mami.”

You sat at a circled booth looking around at your surroundings. Miles told you he would pick out the place so you had no idea what to expect.

The restaurant was amazing. It wasn’t extremely fancy, it carried a homey vibe, but still had elegance. Soothing Soul music echoed throughout the restaurant as scents of delicious foods wafted through your nose.

It was perfect.

You squirmed in the booth, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. You had chosen to wear a short skintight black dress. It hung tightly to all of your curves in the right way. It was a little see-through, but the restaurant was partly dim, so you hoped it wouldn’t be too much.

Your hand instinctively moved towards your neck, gently caressing the hickey mark that Myles had left behind. Even spending nearly 30 minutes meticulously applying makeup to conceal it, you couldn't help but feel frustrated.

An annoyed grunt escaped your lips as you envisioned Myles smirking, fully aware of the predicament he had caused.

You slapped your forehead in frustration, this was your exact problem. You’ve tried to get your head off Myles for the past 2 hours. But no matter what, he would always stick in the back of your mind, like a leech, a hot attractive leech.

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh of exasperation. If Miles didn't show up soon, you feared where this train of thought might lead you.

Your gaze swiftly shifted towards the entrance, and lo and behold, there he was—the face that had captivated your admiration for quite some time.

Despite the dimly lit ambiance of the restaurant, you recognized him instantly, his iconic smirk played on his lips as he exchanged pleasantries with the usher, pointing in the direction of your booth. His untied Jordan's adorned his feet with effortless style as he strode towards you, a sleek black suit hugging his lean frame.

Your heart raced in anticipation, unable to resist the overwhelming feeling of swooning in his presence.

As he approached, you reached into your clutch to retrieve your phone, determined to put it on silent. There was no way you would allow any distractions from this man.

Just as you grabbed your phone, the screen suddenly lit up, revealing the notification: "4 unread messages." The sender's identity puzzled you for a moment.

Miles <3

Hey, something came up.

I’m so sorry.

Would you wanna reschedule?

I’ll make this up to you, I promise.

You’ve never been more confused your whole life, everything was frozen in place, the pieces just weren’t coming together. If Miles wasn’t coming to y’all’s date, then who on earth-

“Hola, mami.”

Fuck.

Myles smoothly slid into the booth beside you, casually looking through the menu. "What are you thinking of getting, ma?" he asked, his tone nonchalant. "I’ve never been to a place like this so imma let you choose.”

“Myles. What the actual hell are you doing here?”, you stutter out, your voice filled with confusion.

Questions raced through your mind. How did he even know your date was gonna be here? Why was he here? Was this some sort of sick joke?

“Woah, chill out.” Myles jokingly rose his hands up in defense. “Let’s focus on you, hermosa.”

He inched closer to you, his gaze leisurely roaming over your features. “Te ves absolutamente hipnotizante… (You look absolutely mesmerizing),” he murmured.

The way he looked at you so intensely, you felt like you were naked.

Despite the way your breathe became caught, you decided to shove those emotions deep down and face the problem at hand. “Don’t try to change the subject Morales. This was supposed to be a special night, my special night and I don’t need you ruining it.”

Myles let out a playful scoff, clearly not taking your words seriously. "Oh, come on, ma, you don't actually mean that," he teased.

He casually draped his arm around your shoulder, his other hand delicately caressing your thigh as he toyed with the edge of your dress. "Forget about him. He's not showing up anyway. Besides, you have me," he mumbled the last part, but it was enough to provoke frustration within you.

You swat his hand away forcefully, displaying your aggression. "I can't simply forget about him, Myles!" you exclaim, your voice filled with desperation. "I've been looking forward to this day my entire life, for fucks sake!", you crossed your arms and huffed, denying to believe the situation you’re currently in.

It felt as if smoke were coming from your ears, and though you tried to maintain a composed tone, the venom in your words could not be contained, striking into Myles heart like knives.

Myles clenched his fists tightly, irritation seeping through his features . "So, what? Am I not good enough for you now?" he spat, his eyebrows furrowing in anger as he locked eyes with you. "All those times you snuck into my room, it was all just a game to you, huh?"

He gently rested his hand on top of yours, and when you didn't pull away, he intertwined his fingers with yours.“He don't deserve you and you know it. Leaving such a pretty girl like this, and you still want him? You a fool, ma,” he admitted. His other hand reached up, gently gripping your chin, tilting your face towards his. “I can treat you so much better than him.”

You responded with silence, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions flooding your mind. "So, what exactly are you saying?" you mustered, your voice filled with a desperate need for confirmation. You craved concrete words, an explicit declaration that this wasn't some sort of joke, prank, or-

Myles gently cupped your cheek, pulling you closer until his lips met yours in a light kiss. It was different, it was gentle. Unlike the heated sessions you had in his room, right now he treated you so delicately. His hand found home around your waist, and you let him hold you, accepting anything he would give you.

"I want you so bad, mami," he confessed, his eyes captivating your attention with every word. "I adore every aspect of you. Todo, princesa—I want all of you," he expressed, his words filled with passion and longing.

A smile broke across your face, a realization dawning upon you. Who knew you’ve been after the wrong Morales brother this whole time. "I feel the same way, Myles," you confessed, giggling as he released a sigh of relief you didn’t know he was holding.

You playfully pecked his cheek, causing his signature smirk to return to his face. He leaned his head against your neck, finding solace in your embrace.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, reciprocating the hug wholeheartedly. However, a lingering question continued to nag at your mind. "So, does this mean we're officially together?" you asked, a touch of worry laced in your voice.

Thankfully, Myles sensed your unease and began whispering into your ear, his words comforting as he gently traced soothing circles on your waist.

“Don’t worry princesa I promise you, this is real.”, and you immediately felt content, because at the end of the day you wanted him, needed him, and you knew he would happily give you everything you desired”

“Also, I see that you tried to hide that hickey I left on yo neck, if you want, I can give you another one somewhere el-“

“Miles Gonzalo Morales.”

“Love you too, mami.”

EXTRA: "Goddammit, I'm not gonna be able to make it," Miles muttered, frustration evident in his voice as he listened to the news of a villain initiating a bank heist. He sighed, reaching for his phone to send you the disappointing message.

Meanwhile, Myles paused his game and removed his headset, intrigued by his brother's conversation. "Won't make it to what?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued. Miles exhaled heavily as he began preparing himself, putting on his spider suit.

"Me and [your name]’s date. We were supposed to have it at [restaurant name] tonight, and I even bought this special suit for the occasion," he explained.

Myles feigned disappointment, masking his true intentions as his brother prepared to make a daring exit through the window. "Ah, what a bummer," Myles responded, concealing his excitement.

As soon as Miles left the room, Myles sprang into action, rushing straight to his brother's closet. If he wanted this to work, he would have to be quick.

ENDING A/N: AHHH THIS IS MY BABY. This girly took a whole week and I hope y’all like her. I wanted to continue the playfulness of the practice kissing idea but also dig deeper on the uncertainty of what you and Myles were and I think I did it well! Thanks for everyone who waited and supported Just for Practice, you are the ones who motivated me to write This is Real. Stay tuned for my next post loves <3

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8siangemini · 11 months

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You Sly Cat Pt 2 (Miles Morales x Black Cat!Reader)

part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Summary: After the debut of Black Cat to the public her name begins to rise in the media. ‘Black Cat or something more?’ Spider-Man’s motivation to catch Black Cat becomes something greater than just keeping Brooklyn safe. Meanwhile at school, Miles is falling more and more in love with Visions Academy’s heartthrob.

WARNINGS: VERY suggestive but no smut, (NADA SMUT IS COMING FROM ME ABOUT MILES), choking

Author’s note: This might be my longest thing I’ve ever posted but thank you so much for everyone that liked the last part!! I am so excited that people are now wanting to be part of a tag list!! I hope you all like this too and I am very sorry for the long wait, there has been so much going on but here y’all go <33

You took the notebooks and textbooks from your locker and put them inside of your backpack for the classes you had today. As you reapplied your perfume roller onto your neck you continued to hear the same topic floating around in the hallways.

‘Black Cat really fucked up Spider-Man.’

‘I need to see what Black Cat looks like in person.’

‘I heard Black Cat ripped out one of those security guards throats.’

Black Cat this, Black Cat that. Black Cat was the growing topic that spreaded like wildfire just over the weekened all over Brooklyn. Being the first person to attempt to rob the third most high security jewelry store in Brooklyn and successfully doing so, of course it would be a topic in conversations. And you loved it.

Your alias as Black Cat took the city by storm and you ran Spider-Man up. Gaining the attention of doing something so bad instead of being the image of perfection excited you in a way your perfect life never could. You were starting chaos, you were changing the peace of Brooklyn, your name was being heard by everyone, you lived a life with no rules as Black Cat.

One side of you was the girl of perfection. The girl who brought home good grades, had everything handed to her on a silver plate, never spoke out of line, sat straight up when sitting, not a scratch on your skin, not a hair out of place. This girl was the girl everyone saw and awed at. This girl was untouchable, the golden girl.

The other side was rebellious, flirtatious, took things that she wanted, spoke when she wanted, and got her hands dirty. Yet she was graceful, beautiful as she did her crimes, like a ballerina. Like a beautiful rose but once you go to touch you feel her thorns. She was confident in her abilities and in herself in the world of chaos.

But there is one thing they both hold strongly to their being. They hold their heads up high with confidence. In different ways, they were both untouchable.

You slam your locker close and put the lock on and immediately reveal a face near your locker door. Roxie, of course. She leaned against the other lockers with her arms crossed until she came to your side as you began walking through the halls. You already knew what she was going to be talking about.

“Bruh you hear about Black Cat??” She asked eagerly. A smirk came up to your face slightly, finding it funny everyone was talking about your alias.

“Duh, it’s what everyone has been posting and talking about over the weekened.” You point out.

“Yeah true.” She shrugs.

Just as you chuckle and look ahead you see Miles head bop up and down through the crowded hallway. Roxie bumps your elbow with her’s as she smirks and points at Miles with her eyes. You roll your eyes at her and direct your eyes back to Miles.

He caught your eyes and he gives a soft smile. You return the smile along with a small wave. Just as the crowd clears a little you see him limping, on his left leg.

‘Must be a coincidence.’

As Miles walks past you you turn away from Roxie’s side and jog a little bit to catch up with Miles. You gently tap on his arm and he stops to turn around and look down at you. He gives you another gentle smile, so sweet, so innocent.

“Hey” Miles said.

“Hey,” You respond. You point down to his left leg, curious of what happened. “What happened to your leg?”

Miles looks down at his leg, almost shocked that you noticed it. He then placed one of his hands onto his left thigh to acknowledge it.

“I was playing basketball with some of my friends this weekend and tweaked it.” He explained.

You hummed as a response as your eyes looked down at his leg. You did not believe it at all. A little ‘tweak’ could not have caused Miles to start limping so harshly. You were an acrobat, you knew the difference between tweaking your ankle and doing something much worse. Miles did something much worse to have him limping him throughout school.

But besides that you knew Miles was a person that would get embarrassed if you called him out on it so loudly in front of everyone. So for now you just shrugged off his obvious lie. But you did need to comment on something.

You walk up close to his side so that your shoulders are touching. You didn’t look at him but he turned his head to look down at you.

“If you’re gonna lie at least make it sound believable.” You said quietly enough for you two to just hear it.

Before he could say anything you turned around and headed back to Roxie’s side to walk to class together. As you two take a couple of steps forward Roxie speaks up.

“What you talking about with Morales?” She asked you as looked at you but you kept your face facing forward.

“Asked him why he was limping,” You reply. “He said he tweaked it while playing basketball.”

Roxie nods her head in response contiously. She pulls her eyes off of you and looked ahead of the halls.

“Everyone was staring when you stopped Morales.” Roxie commented as she smirked and looked at you at the corner of her eyes.

From what it looked like you were just looking at the hallways with your head high on your way to class. But in the inside you were combusting and you did not know why. You knew people always stared at your whenever you walked by but the fact that they were staring because you were talking to Miles made you feel…shy.

“Shut up,” You quickly say. “There is nothing between Morales and I.” You say slightly louder so other people could hear.

“Hmm, what did you write on that note on Friday during physics?” Roxie said with a smirk.

You blush out of embarressment and quickly slap her arm which lets out a loud laugh.

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“So you’re gonna tell me there is absolutely nothing between you and Morales?” Roxie asks as you two begin packing up your acrobat stuff after practice.

You and Roxie have been doing acrobats since you two were kids. You loved it, you felt so graceful doing it, flying through the air accelerated you. Not only that but it was amazing practice for the night.

“Oh my god,” You throw your head back as you head towards the door and Roxie hurries up to catch up to you. “I already told you once there is nothing between Miles and I. We are just friends.”

You and Roxie walk out of the acrobat gym with duffel bags in hand and started walking towards your guys’ regular smoothie place you guys go to.

You began thinking about Miles. You always thought he was handsome but always dismissed the idea of dating him. You dismissed the idea all together because you were suppose to be strong and independent, unreachable. Right? You always thought that but now you recently started to ponder the idea of dating someone. But no one needed to know that.

“Miles hmm?” Roxie calls you out. “First name basis?”

You begin to blush and in the corner of your eye you see Roxie trying to see your face. You turn your face away from her and you knew her eyes widened in shock. She knew now. She began shaking your shoulder as you make it to the smoothie place.

“OH MY GOD YOU DO LIKE HIM!!” Roxie yells quietly as you walk into the smoothie shop and her just right behind her.

You roll your eyes while trying to avoid Roxie’s gaze, hoping to avoid anymore questions. But you knew Roxie was going to have so many more.

You walked up to the register and saw the familiar cashier lady with long blonde hair and gray eyes. You give her a smile and she returns one to you as Roxie tries and gets your attention.

“One mango smoothie,” You order. “And a strawberry banana one for her.” You say as you point to Roxie who was eagerly trying to get your attention like a child.

“Ok that will be $10.75.” The cashier says as she taps on the screen.

You finish paying as you walk over to the stools lined across the window and finally began listening to what Roxie has been asking.

“Miles Morales caught the heart of the (Y/n) (L/n).” Roxie teases loudly as she holds her heart with her hands like she was struck by Cupid.

Just then you both look out the window to see the passing byers. And the topic of discussion comes by both of you to walk into the shop. Your eyes widened in embarrassment and Roxie let’s out an empty ugly laugh as she slams the table lightly with her face in her arm. You slap her arm just as Miles walks in to try and quiet her.

“Girl shut the fuck up!” You say through your teeth.

You look over at Miles and just then Miles looks over at you. He looks surprised to see you and before he goes up to order he heads over to you and Roxie. You swivel in your stool so your body is facing Miles and your back towards Roxie who was still trying to hold in her laughing.

"Hey (Y/n)." Miles greets as he gives you a small wave as he approaches you.

"Hi Miles." You respond as you give him a smile with a slight blush to your face.

He leans over to his side to look behind you to try and see the laughing Roxie. Roxie gains her composure and looks up at Miles with a red face. Miles gives her a wave.

"Hey Roxie." Miles greets.

"Hello Morales." Roxie responds through a breathy voice. Miles looks back at you with all of his undivided attention.

"What are yall doin' here?" He asks you.

"We came back from our practice," You answer as you point to Roxie. "We always come here after practices."

Miles responds with a hum. You two stand there in silence for a little bit, smiling lightly at each other. Until the cashier calls out your name and two drinks are placed on the counter. Roxie gets up from her seat and goes to grab your drinks. You get off of your stool and look up at Miles one more time.

"I'll see you around Miles." You let his name roll off of your tongue.

Before Miles could say anything you walk away with Roxie as she hands you your mango smoothie and you two walk out the door. As you walk pass shop window you look back inside and see Miles staring at you through the window with a smile.

"Someone is falling for golden girl." Roxie teases with a smirk on her face. You look over at her with a pissed expression and continued looking forward. Roxie then looks ahead as well.

"And it seems like golden girl is falling for Morales." Roxie whispers underneath her breath but you were able to hear her remark.

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You stood in front of your balcony with the window doors closed as you looked over Brooklyn. The lights made Brooklyn feel alive, it made Brooklyn feel like Brooklyn. Brooklyn may seem like it is alive in the day but it really becomes alive during the night. Especially with you.

Your father is just a few steps behind you as you stare out the window of Brooklyn. He knew of the Black Cat alias and was proud of you for continuing on the family business. Why would he not be? Your family's whole fortune was based off of stolen, scammed, and robbed money. But after your father's last heist he had retired and gone back to a normal wealthy life as a businessman.

"Any special requests?" You asked your father as you turned around to face him. He looked at your with a smirk on his face.

"Not for tonight." Your father starts. "But I do have one for next week."

You turn away from the window and give your father's full attention.

"Next Friday," Your school's dance. "Visions is having your school dance at the grand opening of the Museum of Natural History and Historical Art."

You already knew what he was talking about. The Delvadian Spider Idol. A historical relic that is worth millions for its tale told ability to endow powers to those destined for it. It has not been active since early Egytians times but now many criminals want their hands on it for the money it is worth.

"The Delvadian Spider Idol." You state. He goes quiet and he nods.

"You seem like a harmless student and will go in with no question. I want you to steal the Delvadian Spider Idol." Your father instructs.

You already knew of the relic but something about your father trusting you to take on a heist so big made you feel proud, almost prideful.

"This would be the biggest heist in your time as Black Cat so I will form the plan for then." Your father explains.

You nod and you turn away from him. You push open the doors and the cool night breeze hits your face.

"You cannot make a mistake in that heist." Your father warned you. "You know what to do for tonight?" He asks. You look over your shoulder at him.

"Break into the museum, hack into the system, plant our virus, and go." You explain through simplified explanations.

Without giving your father enough time to respond you run out of your room and leap out of the window like a glider. The window blowing through your hair as you are just a few feet before you hit hed first onto the ground, excilerating.

You reach your hand up and activate your small grappling hook from your wrist and catch it on top of the building. You repostition yourself and the grappling hook draws you up to the top of the building.

You make it to the museum and you stay planted at the highest point of the museum. There are a couple of security guards walking the premises of the unopened museum and you knew there were many scoping the area inside. Your stomach was churning inside because this was such a big aspect to the heist but you felt so nervous. You never done anything on a scale this big.

But then you remember, you are not the golden girl. You are Black Cat right now, Black Cat was not scared if she was caught or not because she was never caught.

You place a small compact device on the top of the building right underneath you and you take out your tablet. The device and table connect and it gave you a whole 3d live cam with heat signatures of the whole museum. You munover the screen a little bit and located the security room. Right underneath the first floor in a large basement-like room. You smirked at your tablet screen as it brightened your face.

“Child’s play.” You say to yourself.

You find a route with no guards and tattoo it into your memory. You slip the tablet into your backpack and find a skylight window that had an opening. You crawl over on your hands on feet and unhinge the window. You drop down into the empty room with elegance as the floor hits your toe first. You look around and find a singular pedestal with nothing in it but you read the title for the artifact. The Delvadian Spider.

The podium drew your interest and you took a very important mental note inside of your head for next Friday night. You took your attention off of it and swiftly whisp through the room and halls and stairs. You find the door to the security room and look around to find no one in the hallway.

‘Gotta make this quick.’ You say in your head.

You take out a small device from your bag and place it over the pin pad of the door on the handle. It begans to make small pressing noises and you hear the door unlock in just three seconds. You take off the device and walk down the stairs into the security. It was a long single hallway with many doors, some open and some closed. You walk through the hallway with ease and confidence as you walk pass rooms that had open doors with many men asleep at their desks or on their phones facing away from the doors.

You make it to the end of the hall and the plate on the door read Motherboard.

‘Bingo.’

You open the door silently and close it behind you. There sat one man in front of an array of screens surrounding him. He stared at the screen aimlessly. You reached into your bag and pulled out a needle and syringe with a green substance inside.

You slowly walked towards the man with no sound coming from your steps. You were a predator hunting for its kill. With no sound you covered the man’s mouth and injected the substance into his neck in one swift movement. His body becomes limp into your arms and you smirk at the man’s patheticness. You push him away in his swivel chair until he falls to the ground with a thud.

You go behind the main screen and feel around behind it to find one open USB plug in the back.

“Perfect.”

You take out a small USB drive from your pocket and plug it inside. You pull out your tablet and open it up. An app has been downloaded on it and you press on it. An identical display of the many screens from the monitors were now on the screens. You put the tablet away and look back up at the screens. In front of you sat a keyboard along with a microphone. You smirked and knew what your escape plan is. You press your finger on the microphone a small red dot glowed on it. You drew your mouth to it and spoke, all with a smirk.

“We have a situation at the back of the museum. I need all inside, outside, and security units on cite.” You said through a deep voice.

Just as you spoke you head many men scurring out of their rooms with loud bangs coming from swinging their doors open. After about a minute you heard the whole security room go quiet. You quickly open the door and in less than a minute you are out of the front door and on top of the building across from the museum. You look down at the museum and see it with no security, an open field for anyone to use.

“Now why are you not playing in your playpen you stray?”

You quickly turn your head and get onto your feet. Spider-Man standing right in front of you. You were not sure how long he has been standing there but you knew he was standing there for too long.

“I was waiting for my toy to come.” You say with a smirk and jump at him.

You attempt as slashes at him as he continued to duck them. He threw punches until he finally landed one right at your jaw. The pain went straight to your head and you held your jaw. With the other hand you reach behind onto the nape of his neck and yanked him down. He was surprised by your strength and you finally drew your hand away from your jaw

“What a beautiful sight,” You coo as you look down at Spider-Man.

Your legs on either sides of him with your hands trying to hold down his large wrist. The heat between you two became so hot it felt like it became one. One of your hands drops down, glazes over his muscular suited arm with light touches, and found its way to his face. Your claws gently carress his cheek and jaw until you pull away your hand just far enough until it is only your index finger underneath his chin. His breath quickened as your touches connected to his face. A smirk came to your face as a sinister idea came to your head. You close the space between you two as you put your lips close to his neck, your breaths just kissing his masked neck.

“It would be more beautiful if I knew what handsome face layed under here.” You say on his neck.

His eyes widned and your hand quickly drops from his chin to the end of his mask. You flipped up the hem of the mask and began drawing the mask up. His neck was a beautiful dark color and his lips, full and blush color, like they could be kissed. You began to try and pull the mask over his nose until Spider-Man quickly pulled his arms out of your grip, one hand on your thigh causing a heat in your face to rise, and the other on your hand near his face.

He swiftly turns you over on your back and he is now towering over you. His body planted between yours right inbetween your thighs as he quickly moved both of your hands into his one large hand and pressed it above your head. His body was so close to yours that his chest was squished against yours. His lips were so close to you as you kept on staring at them.

His free hand made its way to your neck and pressed slightly on the sides. It drove you crazy, your whole body was set on fire, you were melting into his touch. You wanted more of him on you if that was even physically possible. You wanted the barrier of hero and villain suits off. His face came close to your neck and he turned your head with his thumb to the right whille still having his grip on your neck. Your neck was exposed to him. This aggressiveness, this domiance from Spider-Man drove you insane.

“Now this is a stunning sight.” He spoke against your neck.

He kept his lips hovering above your neck, the tension driving you nuts. You shut your mouth tightly and your eyelids fall down, trying to not to make a sound. His face pulled away from your neck and without realizing it you were finally able to breath.

“Aww, cat got your tongue?” He asked.

He roughly pulled away and turned your head to face him which caused you to now widened your eyes at the sudden aggression. His face came close to yours with your lips just inches away. You kept looking down at his lips and then connecting back at his white masked eyes.

“Bad girls don’t get rewards.” Spider-Man said through a voice full of venom.

It had turned you on. As much as you wish it didn’t, this whole scenario had turned you on. The initial domiance from you being shattered by Spider-Man’s unknown aggression made you hot.

“I’ve been waiting to catch you since the last time I saw you, you sly cat.” He whispers into your ear.

But then suddenly you snap out of it, you remember you are on a mission. You threw a fast and hard punch to his face that the impact made him fall to his side. You slither out of his grip and threw a small ball from your bag at Spider-Man which contracted into a large net and them compacted around him which constrated him. He began to try and squirm out of the net.

“See you later darling.” You say with a smirk and ran into the night, escaping once again.

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michaelsfavgirl · 4 months

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needy

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Synopsis: After a few days of being at Michael's family home for the holidays you become extremely needy for him and beg him to touch you while everyone is at home.

Tags: smut, teasing, p in v, creampie, dom!michael, sub!reader, tummy bulge, spit, semi-exhibitionism.

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s Note: hi! This is my first time posting a one-shot on here. I hope you like it <3 Constructive criticism and suggestions about future fics are welcome in my inbox. I'd appreciate it if you could reblog and interact to give me more motivation to write :) thank you.

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“God, you’re so needy,” he whispers while holding you close to his chest. You huff and knit your eyebrows together. “Am not,” you say. He raises his eyebrows in mock disbelief.

“Look at you,” he kneads your soft waist and looks at you with an amused expression. You are needy, there's no denying it. “I've spoiled you too much.” He cups your face with his large, exceptionally skilled hands that have made you feel like you have been to heaven and back.

You blush from the intimate proximity, how you can feel his minty breath fawning over your face while the chatter from downstairs can still be heard. You frown at his statement, clearly not liking the fact that you're not getting your way like you usually do.

“Normalized stuffing your cunt with my cock on a daily, and now look at the consequences-” he glides his hand down to your ass but doesn't give it the attention you crave. He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, instinctively you part your lips and try to gently graze it with your tongue before he takes it away. “-can’t even go a few days without having your greedy pussy touched.”

You whimper at his words, desperately pawing at his chest, pleading him to make the achy feeling between your legs go away. “Michael, please…”

Suddenly loud laughter emerges from the outside, bringing you out of your fuzzy state. “You hear that, baby?” you nod and swallow, looking up at him with glossy eyes. “Do you want everyone to find out how naughty you really are? I mean, what would my family think?” he cocks his head to the side and smirks.

You whine and squeeze your thighs together, trying to soothe your pulsing clit. “I'll be quiet, I promise.” Michael chuckles lowly. “Yeah? Will you, sweet girl?” he caresses your bottom lip with his thumb. You nod enthusiastically. Your neediness pouring out of you.

After softly tracing your face with his fingers he gently pulls you closer to him and his plump lips. He connects your mouths in a kiss that should be rushed and heated considering the circumstances but it’s not. It’s sweet. Slow. Passionate. Full of adoration.

Michael feels your body melt into his which makes him smile into the kiss. He can’t help but feel his ego inflate at the fact that he has such an effect on you. His precious, pretty girl can only have her desires satisfied by him. Nobody else knows your body like he does.

As the kiss continues to be steady you place your hand on the back of his neck to urge him to pick up the pace, not wanting to drag this out and have someone barge in from suspicions. He pulls away in response, leaving your lips slightly swollen and shining with his saliva.

“You know better than to rush me baby” he tightens his grip on your waist as a warning and teasingly makes his way from your jawline to your neck. He leaves short open mouthed kisses on your heated skin, taking his sweet time as if his entire family isn’t downstairs wondering what’s taking y’all so long.

It’s not really about being rushed, it’s about quickies. He absolutely hates no, loathes them. Can’t wrap his mind around the concept, why would anyone want to hastily fuck like bunnies without much foreplay just because the people are desperate? Have some self control! It makes him feel as if you’re a toy to him which makes his skin crawl. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he’ll make sure to let you know in every way, especially when it comes to your bedroom.

When it comes to sex Michael likes to take his time. From foreplay to aftercare he’s the most attentive lover. Likes to thoroughly prep you with his fingers and mouth before stretching your slick pussy with his fat, lengthy cock. And he never dares to cum before you, you always come first, literally and figuratively. Multiple times a night too to make sure you’re completely sated and blissed out in the end. And then he cleans you up and cuddles you to his chest until sleep takes over you.

So you can imagine how quickies are torturous for him. But this time he understands. It’s been a few days since you two arrived at hayvenhurst, his family home, for the holidays. He hasn’t touched you intimately once during the stay which has been driving you mad, Spoiled from having your cunt played with almost every day. Seeing you trembling in his arms reminds him of when he made love to you for the first time.

“Shh, Shh, I’ll take care of you sweet girl I promise” he responds to your meek whimpers.

He pushes you closer to the bed making your knees give out and sit on the edge of it. He kneels in front of you, god he looks so good on his knees, breathing heavily, he looks like he’s about to devour you.

He parts your legs with his warm hands and licks his lips like a hungry predator. You lean back slightly, balancing your weight on your trembling palms. “You’re lucky you’re cute” he says as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

Michael flips up your skirt, exposing your panties which have a noticeable wet spot around your hole that’s begging to be stuffed full. Clenching around nothing you feel his hands sliding up and down your inner thighs. Soft hands squeezing closer and closer to where you need him most as his mouth litters short pecks on your skin.

As he gets dangerously close to your heat you remember that the door isn’t locked. Panic rises inside you, you whine and try to close your legs but Michaels much stronger hands keep them pried open.

“…the door” you whisper worriedly.

“What about it?” Unbothered, he goes back to kissing your soft thighs.

Bewildered, you try to shove his head away with your hand. Wrong move. He glares at you, giving you a warning look.

“It’s- it’s not locked” you manage to blurt out, his teasing caresses and wet kisses making it hard for you to properly articulate your thoughts.

He huffs and rolls his eyes slightly, he stands up and goes to the door. You breath out thankfully, a bit too soon though. Michael turns the handle and opens the door a little, not too much but enough for somebody walking by to have a peak. He comes back with a nonchalant attitude and stands between your legs again.

This man will be the death of you.

“Is something wrong?” He tries to act casual as if what he just did isn’t insane, but you can see a glimmer of mischief in his gorgeous brown eyes. Now he’s lucky that he’s cute.

“If you want it so bad then you’ll be able to be quiet, right?”

“Or is that too much for you?” he leans back slightly.

As he's about to take a step back you reach out and grasp onto his forearms. “Michael…” breathless and needy, you beg. You beg him to just quickly take his cock out and fuck you. You’d do anything at this point. The tingling feeling in your tummy drives you mad.

Speechless for a second, Michael recovers fast, as he had never seen you so desperate before. Something about that definitely turned him on but he doesn't have time to ponder about that right now. He needs to take care of his girl.

He groans under his breath, knowing he doesn't have time to eat you out.

Ugh, what a bummer.

He grabs your hips and pushes you back onto the bed with your legs still dangling off it. He hikes up your shirt enough so that your bra is showing and pulls your panties to the side. You whimper as the cold air hits your bare skin. Jesus you’re drenched, your folds glossy and puffy from being neglected.

Michael’s hands itch to touch you, to stretch you on his long fingers before putting his cock in you but he can’t, can’t risk others getting suspicious of you two, I mean the door is ajar anyway, can’t waste anymore time.

Swiftly he unzips his trousers and pulls it, along with his boxers, down. His thick cock springs out, pre-cum leaking out his tip. Your mouth waters as you stare at it, dick fully hard and pulsing. He wraps his hand around the base and pulls back his foreskin lightly, making more of his tasty cum to drip out and land right onto your clit. You shiver at the contact as you feel it dripping down your slit.

He wraps your legs around his hips and moves closer to you. He tugs on his cock a few times before pressing his hot tip against your sensitive nub. You don’t even have time to react as he starts to rub your clit in little circles. Your head falls back onto the sheets as you finally feel a tiny bit of relief. You buck your hips, wanting more but Michael shushes you, telling you to be grateful for what he’s giving you.

He slides his cockhead down to your needy hole and tries to slip his fat cock inside you. He pushes slightly a few times but only manages to get half of his tip in before you start whimpering from the stretch. Amused by your cries he urges his fingers against your lips.

“Spit” he commands. You widen your eyes slightly. You shakily part your lips and spit onto his fingers. “More, again” his voice sounds more hoarse, you can tell he's just as aroused as you no matter how much he tries to deny it. you do as he says and feel your cheeks heating up.

Satisfied he brings his hand down to his shaft and smears it all around his dick. You squeeze your walls at the delicious sight, his cock now covered and shining in your spit.

He grabs onto your hip with his left hand and slowly pushes his cock past your slippery folds. You moan quietly, trying not to make too much noise. Desperately clawing at the sheets you gasp as you feel your gummy walls stretch around his fat, lengthy cock. He’s not even fully inside you and you're panting like a dog in heat.

“See? See how prep is so important now?” He taunts you with his righteous, but extremely attractive, attitude. You nod and bite your lip to suppress your noises.

He grunts as he watches his cock disappear into your slick pussy, your walls hug him so good he might cum right there, but he stops himself. Faltering his movements he stops briefly to let you catch your breath. Yeah, it’s obviously for you, he doesn't need a minute to collect himself, definitely not. Liar.

After a minute he pulls out slightly and thrusts back in again, not fully though. He starts to pump his cock inside you at a steady pace, making you feel his prominent veins rubbing against your slick walls.

“No, want all of you” you whine.

“You can’t take more right now, don't start with me” he says sternly and continues to plunge himself into your tight cunt.

“I can-” he brings you out of your cock drunk haze by cupping your jaw with his fingers, not aggressively though, you’re still his princess. “don’t wanna hurt you, baby” before you can protest he makes you look down and see the outline of his big cock on your belly bulging slightly. You mewl defeatedly and lay your head back onto the bed obediently.

“Good girl”

He resumes his rhythmic thrusts and low grunts and even whimpers. God he looks so good like this, on top, his eyebrows knitted from concentration, hands groping your soft inner thighs. Beautiful.

As he picks up his pace ever so slightly he brings his thumb to toy with your pulsing clit. You bring your palm to your mouth to stop yourself from moaning. You can feel more of his clear pre-cum oozing out his tip, making everything more slippery. As a consequence of his fastened pace the sounds of your squelching pussy and his heavy balls slapping against your ass intensifies. You’re close, so, so close.

“Mike” you whimper.

“I know, baby, i know” he looks down at your blissed out face and coos at you.

Michael looks at where you’re connected and groans, there's a white ring of your cum forming around his dark cock, that along with him being able to see his cock bulging in your tummy sends his senses into overdrive. His thumb keeps rubbing your button in tight circles as he feels himself get closer to the edge of his release. Feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure that only he can give you, you arch your back, anticipating your sweet release.

“Fuck- come for me baby, cream on my cock” he says and throws his head back.

You feel a familiar sensation in your lower tummy whilst he feels his balls tightening, ready to fill you up with his sticky seed. Frantically you reach out your hand and intertwine it with his much larger one, wanting to feel as close to his as you can.

As your pent up desires reach a tipping point you feel your legs tremble as you throw your head back and let the powerful orgasm wash over you, mouth open, whining from how good it feels. As Michael sees your face he feels the same feeling arise within him, squeezing his eyes shut he grunts as he pumps you full of his cum, rope after rope of his creamy seed filling you up to the brim, just how you like it. When he feels his cum trying to escape your little hole he pushes in slightly, to make sure that none of it goes to waste, making you whimper from the unexpected stretch.

“Still needy?” Breathless, he asks with a smile plastered on his face. You giggle and shake your head as you admire how his curls frame his face so nicely.

Unfortunately, You don’t get the chance to fully calm down from your high before you hear a familiar voice coming from behind him.

“-Michael?”

shit.

#kate's writing #michael jackson #michael jackson x reader #michael jackson x fem!reader #smut #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #michael jackson imagine

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cpressmn · 1 year

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i’m about to start gatekeeping interacting with fic authors from a lot of y’all. u need to learn how to behave

“i need more” “pls continue this” “when are you posting the next bit” why don’t you try showing some proper appreciation for what’s already written before you go demanding more!!!

a lot of time and energy goes into each piece of writing and it is incredibly disappointing for the primary feedback to be “give me more!” if you’re trying to motivate authors to continue, this kind of response has the opposite effect.

you know what is motivating? specific praise.

let me break it down for you.

How To Leave A Comment Without (Unintentionally) Sounding Like A Pri- [GUNSHOT]

point out a few specific things you liked about the fic and why. how it made you feel.

highlight a line or two or three that stuck out to you.

if it’s an incomplete work, express excitement at seeing where they’re going — without a demand for more.

it’s quite simple, and it doesn’t even have to be a long thing. this can be done in a hundred words or less.

and yeah, it takes effort. takes a bit of time. but fandom is about mutual support. it’s about community.

fic authors are not celebrities who don’t even see your attempts to get their attention. there is a real person on the other side of that screen living a real life, and if you want to encourage them in their craft and properly motivate them to write, try treating them like a fucking human being.

authors put in hours to create content (that only ends up not being truly appreciated). i think you can spare a few minutes to leave a detailed, thoughtful comment in turn.

idk just a semi-friendly reminder that authors don’t owe you shit actually

#the entitlement is truly staggering sometimes #with all the respect that is due….what makes you think you get to ask for more content? what have you done to deserve it? to welcome it?#also if you’ve studied any kind of human behavior ever then you know that positive reinforcement does HEAPS better than whatever tf these #demands could be classified as.#shine talks #shine vents actually. WHEW #just a little bit worked up!! very upsetting to see talented people put in so much and receive so little in return.#this is my formal request for y’all to start doing better #.txt #fanfics #fanfic comments #and for anyone saying i’m being too harsh: i said unintentionally :/#if this is you then congrats! this is a safe space to fail at it. now’s when you learn and change your behavior. that’s all

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woodstockbtswriter · 7 months

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Oblivious

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female); Namjoon x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 1.57K

Summary: When Namjoon doesn’t notice your flirtation, Yoongi takes it upon himself to make a move, but he soon realizes that Namjoon isn’t the only oblivious one.

Author’s Note: Y’all. It’s been a minute and a half since I posted a story. But I finally have a little free time and a smidgen of motivation and I had this idea and well… I just hope I have a few readers left out there who will enjoy this! Please let me know what you think!

Oblivious

“She wanted you to ask her to dance.” Yoongi remarked, idly swirling his drink in his glass.

Both he and Namjoon watched as you walked away, making your way through the crowd, back toward the other bridesmaids.

“You think so?” Namjoon asked, moving to join his hyung at the cocktail table. His eyes never left you, even as you were reabsorbed by your circle of friends. You kept your back to him, unaware of his continued observation as you laughed with the other girls.

Yoongi nodded, despite the fact that Namjoon wasn’t looking at him.

“She was flirting with you, Namjoon-ah. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice. She couldn’t have been more obvious.”

Namjoon shrugged, “I didn’t want to assume.”

“So you’re not oblivious,” Yoongi smirked, “Just an idiot.”

Namjoon finally tore his gaze from your unsuspecting form and looked at him.

“It seemed like she was flirting with me, but I thought it might be presumptuous of me to flirt back.” He explained. “What if she was just playing around? The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable. Or make an ass out of myself.”

Yoongi sighed wearily.

“You think too much.” He told Namjoon, but the bluntness of his words was softened by his genuine - though long-suffering - affection for his younger friend.

“I know.” Namjoon gave a sigh of his own.

At that moment, the song filling the reception hall changed from an upbeat dance number to a slower, more romantic melody.

“You can still ask her to dance.” Yoongi encouraged, giving his drink another twirl.

Namjoon said nothing, but his expression betrayed his hesitancy.

“Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi held his gaze, deciding in an instant that he needed proper motivation, “You better ask her to dance… before I do.”

“What?” Namjoon chuckled nervously.

But Yoongi knew he’d both heard and understood him, so when his dongsaeng made no moves, he threw back the last swig of his drink and straightened his suit coat before marching resolutely in your direction.

Namjoon could only watch him go, dumbfounded.

When he reached you, Yoongi gently touched your arm and said your name to pull your attention from your friends. The way your face lit up when you recognized him surprised him, but he didn’t show it.

“May I have this dance?” He asked you, and the bright smile you gave him in response surprised him even more. He expected you’d accept; besides the fact that you were too nice to say no, the two of you were friends, after all.

But he hadn’t expected you to accept so enthusiastically.

You extended your hand to Yoongi and he took it automatically, feeling another twinge of amazement as your fingers wrapped around his. He dismissed the sensation as quickly as it had come, leading you toward the center of the hall, where a group of wedding guests were dancing.

As soon as Yoongi stopped at the edge of the dance floor, you moved close against him, one hand on his shoulder and the other in his. He felt awkward as he held your waist, but you began swaying to the music and he followed your lead, turning in slow circles with you.

You both made small talk as you danced - commenting on the beautiful wedding, observing the happiness of the newlywed couple, remarking about the size of the reception crowd - but even as he chatted with you, Yoongi’s mind was preoccupied.

When he asked you to dance, he’d hardly given it any thought. He just wanted to spur Namjoon into action. That had been his only motivation… hadn’t it? Yoongi didn’t ask girls to dance at weddings. Not even girls like you, his closest female friend. So why did he not even hesitate to approach you? Why had it been so easy to ask for your hand? Why had you been so happy to join him?

And why - despite the mild awkwardness - did it feel so… nice to have you in his arms?

“You look really handsome in that suit, by the way.” You smiled almost shyly, and Yoongi’s focus snapped back to the moment. He smiled back despite himself.

“You look beautiful.” He replied, the sincere compliment escaping his lips before he could exercise his usual restraint. “As always.”

The way your smile spread to your eyes pricked something in Yoongi’s chest, but before he could determine what it was, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and a hand gave his back a friendly pat.

“Mind if I cut in?” Namjoon asked, his gaze flicking between you and Yoongi.

Yoongi didn’t hesitate to step back, quickly dropping your waist, and you gave Namjoon a welcoming smile, allowing him to take his friend’s place.

But Yoongi didn’t miss how your eyes met his over Namjoon’s shoulder, just before he twirled you away.

Maybe Namjoon’s not an idiot, Yoongi thought, as he watched the two of you sway around the dance floor, your face shimmering as brightly as your dress beneath the party lights.

A self-deprecating smirk tugged at the corner of Yoongi’s lips as the realization dawned on him:

Maybe I’m the idiot now.

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The ice in Yoongi’s empty glass clinked as he sat it on the bar, and the bartender knowingly topped it off with more whiskey without having to be asked.

“Can I have one of those too, please?” You asked the bartender, sidling up next to Yoongi.

Yoongi gave you a sidelong glance as the bartender quickly made your order and placed it in front of you.

“Cheers.” You held your drink out to Yoongi, and he smirked.

“Geonbae.” He offered, tapping his glass gently against yours before you both took swigs of your drinks. After the one sip, you sat your glass back down.

“I enjoyed our dance earlier. I’m really glad you asked me.” You told Yoongi, and the admission made him put his own drink down.

“It was nothing.” He chuckled dismissively, even though it certainly was not nothing to him.

“I was beginning to think you couldn’t take a hint.” You teased.

Yoongi only stared in response, finally meeting your gaze in time to see the twinkle in your eye.

“I wanted you to ask me to dance,” You explained, an amused smile playing on your lips, “I’ve been dropping hints all night. I was this close to giving up on being subtle and taking the direct approach, but you just barely beat me to the punch.”

Yoongi’s brow furrowed.

“You were flirting with Namjoon right in front of me…” He wasn’t accusing you, he was just confused.

You bit your lip.

“I was kinda trying to make you jealous.” You admitted, holding back a giggle. “It was childish, and stupid, I know, but it was a last resort.”

“You could have just asked me to dance.” Yoongi told you.

You chuckled fully at that.

“I know you, Yoongi. I would have had to drag you out onto the dance floor.” You shook your head. “I needed you to think it was your idea in the first place.”

Yoongi scoffed, but he knew you were probably right.

“I’m just sorry our dance got cut short.” You continued, barely giving Yoongi time to catch up. “Maybe we could finish it now?” You asked, nodding back toward the dance floor.

Yoongi hadn’t noticed until that moment that another slow song was playing; he took a beat to process everything.

Now you were asking him to dance?

“Yeah, okay.” Yoongi nodded simply, his body turning automatically towards the dance floor. With a beaming smile, you clasped his hand, pulling him along, and he felt the tug all the way up to his heart.

Yoongi knew what this sensation was now. He’d felt it often with you, it finally occurred to him, but up until tonight, he hadn’t thought about what it meant:

Yoongi liked you.

He really liked you. More than just a friend.

How it took him this long to figure it out, he didn’t know. But as the two of you returned to the dance floor and wrapped your arms around each other, Yoongi realized you must feel the same way. And he wondered how he’d failed to ever notice before.

He’d accused Namjoon of missing the obvious, but it turns out… all this time, Yoongi was the one who’d been completely oblivious.

He pulled you closer against his body as he mused, continuing to lead you in lazy circles in time with the slow rhythm.

“Noona?” Yoongi asked, his voice low and deep, as the song progressed toward its ending.

“Hmm?” You gazed up at him.

“Can I have the next dance, too?”

You smiled slowly, nodding.

“And the one after that, and the one after that, and the one after that. Every dance you want, it’s yours.” You promised Yoongi, threading your fingers through the hair that brushed the collar of his suit jacket.

Yoongi’s smile grew to match yours as he lowered his head, his lips finding your cheek and pressing a soft kiss close to your ear. You tightened your hold around Yoongi’s neck in delight, and as you did, you caught sight of Namjoon standing alone on the edge of the dance floor.

Namjoon gave you a knowing smile, lifting a champagne glass in your direction, and you almost laughed as you put a shushing finger to your lips, shooting him a quick wink in return.

#bts fanfiction #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #suganetwork #hyunglinenetwork #bts imagines #bts one shot #bts fanfic #namjoon x reader #bts fic #bts fluff #bts drabble

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tojiscumdumpster · 2 months

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you know—usually i just post my fics on here and go about my business, then come back to interact with everyone who supports my fics in the comments. but lately, i have been getting a little discouraged. i post to share my stories and share an interest i have with fictional characters. for the most part, my stories are self-indulgent. however, i(and any other creator) would be lying if they said they don’t get discouraged by the lack of notes they get. this is is a new blog so i guess that can play a part, but still i tag my stories and it collects dust.

*this doesn’t go for the active readers i have and my twitter mutuals. just know i genuinely appreciate you all and you’re the ONLY reason why i still continue to post. i have the will to finish my stories because of y’all.*

however, since i am a smaller account, i often come across other fics (usually non-black reader) that would have verbiage, dialogue, stories, etc. that are too similar to mine to be a coincidence. some even borderline copying. but i don’t bother to post the side by side comparisons because i know i will be gaslit and i am not going to waste my time going back and forth with people about it. i take my time to provide quality content and put a lot of effort into my characters and stories, so for it to be taken without credit is just so disheartening.

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jaylaxies · 1 year

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REWRITE THE STARS

PAIRING: prince!jay x princess!fem reader

GENRE/CW: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, tub sex, slight biting and marking, mentions of royal balls, wars, slight mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of masquerade balls and marriage, mentions of heeseung

WC: 7032 words

SYNOPSIS: you had only been dreaming of the suitor’s ball ever since you had turned nineteen, ensuring that everything would be perfect on that very day. it was like a fairytale how you met this charming man, who so gracefully asked you for a dance with him, soon taking you out for a walk in the royal rose garden, making you fall for his charms. however, how would you take it once you realize that he’s the prince from your rival kingdom whom you’ve grown to adore so dearly?

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! i’m back with another fic! i feel like i haven’t posted a jay fic in ages! this fic was a sfw fic i had written when i was seventeen, but i wished to share it with everyone now after a bit of editing and also adding a bit of spice to it! i hope y’all will enjoy this! :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all <3

A small smile graced your lips as you wandered deep inside the royal boutique, ball gowns of every colour and such intricate designs made it harder for you to select a design for yourself.

The royal suitor’s ball was a month away now, causing you to start preparing for it already. Now, this wasn't any ordinary ball, it was hosted by the most powerful kingdom out of three on the land of evander, the kingdom of Lavosta being the most powerful one, it had control over your kingdom, the kingdom of Azira and your rival kingdom, the kingdom of Nairid.

Nairid was ruled by king and queen park, they had a son, the heir to the throne who was born in the same year as you. Prince Park Jongseong, well known for his vast knowledge and graceful appearance, he was the next to be the king and was deemed perfect for the same.

Your kingdoms have been at war long before you were born, a truce was called not too long back as Lavosta had stopped sending resources to both the kingdoms, for the war had no positive outcome for their kingdom. But that didn't stop them from hating each other.

You continued searching for your gown as your elder brother joined you, “will you be wearing our kingdom colour for the ball?” Prince Heeseung asked, pointing at the royal blue gown your eyes were fixated on, he was two years older than you, and would be the one to take over the throne after your father.

“That would be too obvious, I'd fancy wearing something mysterious, and perhaps new instead,” you admitted as your gaze fell on a delicate black ball gown, the kind you had never seen before. Heeseung let out a small laugh, knowing all too well that you'll be adamant about getting that gown now.

And he was right, you chose the same gown and further asked the dress designer to make some changes in the design, adjusting it to your size for it to appear perfect.

Being the princess of Azira, you had to stay composed and portray your flawless etiquettes, no matter how tiring it got, you were adamant to give your best for your citizens. Nevertheless, the public loved you for you were — genuine and caring towards all despite the difference in their titles.

Giving your measurements to the royal tailor, you both rushed back to the palace for the supper. Your parents, the king and the queen questioned you about your preparations for the said ball, they seemed to be more intrigued than you were for the same, and you thanked the universe for getting such supportive parents.

You were nineteen, meaning that you would finally make your debut into the society as someone who's pursuing a suitor. Nineteen being the minimal age of allowance at the ball.

It was further discussed how Heeseung won't be attending the ball for he wanted to focus on studying for the time being, to be a successful successive king.

“I don't need to marry until I'm twenty three, as I'll take over by the time I’m twenty four,” he theorized.

The topic further shifted to Nairid, Prince Jongseong was to attend the ball as well, and you were warned to stay away from him, not that you needed to be told. You'd stay away from anything that could cause harm to your kingdom. You loved your people dearly.

The dinner soon concluded, and you were being prepped for the bed by your lady in waiting, named Anne, and slumber overtook you soon, dreams of finding your significant other overtook your brain, causing a small smile to crinkle onto your lips, an unfamiliar warmth filling up your body.

Far away in the land of Nairid, Prince Jongseong was going through the same procedures. For someone who's never paid attention to females other than being polite to them, he seemed to have a rather giddy feeling blooming up in him.

He had always been busy, learning about anything and everything he could, he craved knowledge, just like you did but he grasped more, saying it's essential for a king to know everything. Nevertheless, he enjoyed it.

Citizens adored him for being polite and understanding, helping them anytime he could. It brought him joy to see the citizens of his kingdom happy and comfortable in their own land.

That wasn't all though, Jongseong had a perfectly sculpted and fine-boned face, a body that can fight off any foe and eyes that could intrigue anyone.

He chose to wear black, just to maintain anonymity, as the theme for the year was masquerade, also because he fancied the colour black. He would not pursue just anyone, he would only write his name on the dance card of the woman he'd really be intrigued with, meaning he’d have very few dances, he’d have to keep in mind that this development would be important for his kingdom as his wife would become the queen once he becomes the king. With this thought, he fell into dreamland, a small smile lingering on his face.

Time passed by as all the royals kept on preparing for this big event. Three days before the event, you were busy guiding and packing all your essentials and luggage along with your lady in waiting. You were going there a day prior to settle in, and were going to leave as soon as the ball concluded, as it was a day-long journey from Azira to Lavosta.

Yet again, you were warned about Jongseong but it raised a slight problem, you had no clue what he looked like for you had never seen his portrait before, but you agreed to stay attentive nevertheless, staying away from anyone who wore his kingdom colours. You were promised to be shown his portrait as soon as it reached the palace for you to be more conscious of the successive balls you would be attending.

Meaning, you'll just have to guess his identity this particular time.

Soon you were on your way to your carriage, The King, Queen and Prince Heeseung, coming all the way out to see you off, “don't do anything naughty,” Heeseung giggled with a teasing smile causing everyone to laugh and for you to throw your handkerchief at him.

“What do you take me as?” You huffed with a pout, making him laugh even more.

You left Azira with a light heart, your ladies in waiting accompanied you along with guards to ensure safety.

While at Nairid, Jongseong faced the same problem, him being warned about your presence at the said ball without having any portrait to show him your features, only a description, which too wasn’t very particular about your features, nevertheless, he promised to stay alert and left for the ball, as it took a day to reach Lavosta from his kingdom too.

The journey was smooth and you were greeted by Queen Taeyeon of Lavosta as soon as you arrived at your destination, being on your best behaviour, you greeted her with a respectful bow as she gracefully smiled at your beauty, asking about your parents and their health.

Soon you were being escorted to your chamber and were free to rest for the day, taking in the beautiful scenery at the palace.

Jongseong arrived a while later, going through the same procedures, except his chamber was in the opposite direction of the grand palace. To say that everyone was nervous would be an understatement, attending such events meant being judged for even the minute details considering how everyone expects the best from the suitors.

Now that both the big kingdoms had sent their royal heirs, the expectations rose to an even higher level. The talks about your beauty and cleverness were all around the palace along with how Jongseong had a perfect face and appreciating worthy etiquettes.

You had been in your chamber the whole day, resting and calming down your racing heart, also noticing all the differences between your kingdom and here.

When it didn't stop, you decided to take a stroll to the famous rose garden of the palace. It was empty, just as you expected it to be and you were glad to be getting some time out in nature while the stars glistened, you had asked your guards to stay back at the entrance.

After a brief half hour of strolling and blessing your eyes with the prettiest roses you had ever come across, you decided to go back to your chamber. A sudden moment made you halt your steps, you hid your face with your handkerchief, enough to cover your face so that no one would recognize you.

“Is someone out there?” You started speed walking and turned back for a moment to see a stiletto standing there, staring at you with curiosity. That was enough to make you leave.

Prince Jongseong had seen you, or better, the shadowed face of you considering the lack of light during the nighttime.

His curiosity piqued as he didn't expect anyone to be awake this late at night, someone who would look beautiful even in the darkness, someone who’s charm spread all over the place with just their existence.

Soon enough, he left as well, just to look presentable for the big event tomorrow. Exhaustion overtook you both and sleep came to you easily.

The day of the suitors ball had finally arrived, everyone was in a frenzy to ensure that it went by smoothly. You were a nervous wreck, just as your ladies in waiting were. They made sure to get you ready and ensured to not even let a hair out of place, you had to look perfect enough to be every suitor's dream in order to catch the attention of someone who would be beneficial for your kingdom.

As soon as you entered the ball room, all eyes turned to look at you. Few of the reasons being — firstly, you were the only one with a black gown and, secondly, you looked beautiful even with a mask covering half of your face, grace dripping off your movements. Giving them a hesitant smile, you moved inside.

Jongseong made his entrance after a few minutes, you noticed how he was the only one other than you who wore black, and that his mask did nothing to hide his sharp jawline not to mention how his neck had a small heart shaped birthmark, similar to the one on your left clavicle. Your eyes couldn’t leave his figure.

You, being observant, noted how he walked with a perfect posture and his strides were confident, more confident than any other person you saw here. The man made you want to talk to him, approach him.

The royal dance commenced and several royals were quick to approach you for dance, writing their names on your dance card. You politely declined many of them, dancing with only two you found worthy enough as your mind kept wandering back to the guy in black.

He had noticed you too, your bold choice of colour intriguing him enough to muster up his courage to ask you for a dance.

“May I have the honour of dancing with you, my lady?” He asked, not knowing your title of being a princess and you kept it that way.

“I’d be glad to, sir,” you responded with a smile.

He didn't write his name on your dance card, you both did not even as much as ask for each other's name, saying how this anonymity made you both more curious.

He gently held on to your hand, placing his other hand on your waist and pulling you closer, close enough for you to take in his scent.

It was exquisite and unfamiliar.

Not a lot of words were exchanged during the dance, but you didn't fail to notice how light his hold was on your waist, as if he didn't want to cross any boundaries and you were truly grateful for that, but didn‘t stop your heart from beating fast.

“Shall we go for a stroll to the rose garden, my lady?” He offered soon after the melody had concluded.

You hesitated leaving the ball, however, something about this stranger made you want to break your rules just a snitch.

You agreed and made your way out with him.

As you both walked, you suddenly asked, “what should I call you, sire?”

He chuckled softly at your sweet voice and replied, “you can call me Jay, it's not my real name though.”

Only his friends called him Jay and no one else knew about this nickname of his. You nodded, acknowledging this before saying his name out, testing how it rolled off your lips.

“Can I call you queen?” he suddenly asked.

“Queen? Why so?” you asked, slightly confused.

“You have a strong and beautiful aura, which reminds me of how a queen should be,” he explained and it made you smile.

“Then you shall do it,” you said, trying to calm your racing heart.

You both reached a bench and sat down, gazing at the night sky. You removed your mask softly and Jay turned to look at you, mesmerized how elegant you looked even in the dim light of the night sky, your face lighting up in the moonlight.

“You're beautiful,” he blurted out without realizing what he said.

You laughed and thanked him, it made you feel better about yourself. Soon enough he removed his mask too and god he was beautiful.

“You look divine,” you spoke and he thanked the night for hiding his blush before he thanked you for the compliment.

And then you talked about your likes and dislikes, favourite colours and hobbies but never once came the topic of kingdoms.

A part of you both knew that maintaining anonymity could cause you to never meet again but you both promised to attend the yearly ball taking place just two weeks after this one. The ball which the public is allowed to attend too.

You decided that you liked him, he made you feel at ease, he felt the same but you both decided to keep these newfound feelings to yourself for now. The rest of the ball was spent the same way and you wouldn't change it for the world. Soon it was time to leave.

“I'll wait for you,” Jay said, looking forward to the next ball.

“I'll be there,” you promised. He bent down slightly, looking into your eyes with a soft glint before he gave you a small peck on your forehead, soon shying away. That's how you bid each other goodbye, butterflies filling up your lower abdomen.

All the time on your way back, you kept thinking about him, excited to tell your parents about him. Your ladies in waiting teased you for falling so fast but you didn't care. You felt happy.

Jay felt attached already, he felt that you'd become a great queen for him not just because he liked you, but he knew how intelligent you were from the conversations you had. It was no secret that both of you were attracted to knowledge, a small smile on his face as he looked at the beauty of trees outside from his carriage.

When you reached Azira, you told your parents and Prince Heeseung all about the ball, they were happy for you but your mother had a bad feeling about this, which she hid behind her smile.

Heeseung jokingly called you stupid for not asking his name and you agreed a bit on that part.

A few days had passed by, you were indulged in your daily work and classes as a princess. Your lady in waiting informed you that Prince Jongseong's portrait had reached your palace, now you would finally know who to stay away from. A bad feeling made you want to not go and check the same, but you did so for your safety as you reached your chamber and asked your lady in waiting to show you the said portrait.

You froze as you saw Jay's face on it. Putting the puzzle together, you finally understood how big of a mistake you had made, hand on your mouth as you stood there sadly.

Did he know you? Did he do it on purpose? Disappointment overtook you and yet you didn't want to blame him before knowing his side of the story, you couldn‘t understand why you felt this way, especially when you had met him only once before.

Maybe you were worried about this being a plan, or a betrayal, but the sincerity you saw in his eyes that day said otherwise.

You sighed, asking your lady in waiting to prepare a bath for you as you needed something which would help you relax.

Meanwhile at Nairid, Prince Jongseong had already seen your portrait a day before you saw his portrait. His heart was heavy, he never once considered you to be from Azira, for he was told that people from your kingdom were ones who are rude and boastful, and he had already made plans to make you his queen. He decided to confront you about this during the next ball, unsure if you would come or not.

Your mom figured out that the guy you met was Prince Jongseong due to your recent dull aura. As a queen and a mother, she called you over, holding you close and later, asking you to get over him before leaving, telling you how this relationship cannot ever be successful.

“He’s from a completely different world, Y/N, I’m sorry,” she said before letting you go and attend the ball which you had been waiting for, while also being nervous about it.

With a shaky breath, you got inside your carriage for the ball. You weren't sure if he would attend. Nor were you sure of what you'd say if you meet him there. Many princes had sent you proposals after the suitors' ball but you turned all of them down without second thoughts, only one man being in your heart.

Jongseong arrived on the day of the ball so you couldn't meet him before that. Your eyes searching for him since the day you had arrived, gulping when you didn‘t see him, relieved and sad at the same time, however, you had to control your emotions if you were to find him.

On the day of the ball, you took your sweet time in getting ready for the same, drawing everyone’s eyes again, face on display for the public to see as you bowed down slightly when the announcer announced your title to the ball.

He had spotted you instantly, learning your name and his eyes fixated on your figure, which this time wore a royal blue gown, your kingdom’s colour. While he wore emerald green, his own kingdom’s colour.

“Princess Y/N, can we talk for a moment?" He approached you almost instantly, gaining attention from others as they murmured about the two of you being together despite the differences in your kingdoms, but he maintained his composure.

You gulped and nodded, excusing yourself from the ladies you were talking to with a nervous smile, not looking into his eyes as you followed him silently.

You both reached the rose garden in a few minutes, “so, Prince Jongseong, I see you know me already,” you started, tone being accusatory.

“I learned about you a few days back when I was shown your portrait, I would not lead you on otherwise, princess,” he explained, sounding sorry.

Him being warned about you made you feel sad, but you had gone through the same thing, which made you realize how you can’t ever be with him.

“I learned about you quite recently as well, I'm disappointed that the circumstances turned out to be this way, Prince Jongseong, I cannot let my kingdom down,” you sighed, forming your sentences carefully.

“I'll take my leave early today, but before leaving, can I ask for something from you, princess?” It was so wrong and he knew it, but he would regret not doing this otherwise, his heart racing, blood rushing to his cheeks as he could not control his emotions anymore.

“What is it that you could want from me, prince?” You questioned, looking into his eyes which made your cheeks heat up.

“A kiss,” he breathed out and your eyes widened.

“I know it's wrong, princess, but I am certain to regret it if I don't kiss you,” he spoke softly.

For the first time in your lives, you both weren't thinking from your minds.

You were thinking from your hearts.

And so you nodded, allowing him to do so with a shaky breath, and soon his lips touched yours in a delicate kiss. That's how both of you lost your first kiss under the dim moonlight, heartbeats in sync with how your lips moved against each other, tingling with the feeling of being so close to each other.

As soon as the kiss broke, you turned away. Not feeling the need to stay at the ball anymore, Jay called out your name in desperation but you didn’t stop, tears forming in your eyes.

You had kissed a man you’d never be able to marry.

Reaching your chamber, you asked your guards and ladies in waiting to get ready to leave and before you knew it, you were returning back to Azira.

Little did you both know that the queen of Lavosta had seen your little escapade from her grand balcony's telescope. An idea formed in her mind to end the rivalry of both the kingdoms once and for all.

Two days after returning from the ball, Prince Jongseong was called to his father's chamber. His father, the king, had an unreadable expression resting on his face.

“Tell me, son. Why does Queen Taeyeon want you to get married to the princess of Azira?” He finally asked.

Jongseong's breath hitched, eyes widening at his father’s question.

“The queen sent a letter, it briefly mentioned that you were spotted with princess Y/N,” he explained. He wasn't disappointed, all the king wanted was for his son to be safe.

“I'm sorry, father,” Jongseong apologized in a whisper.

“It's not your fault son, the queen has ordered you to get married to princess Y/N without thinking how it will affect our kingdom,” he sighed, looking at his queen with a troubled couple expression.

“I will not marry her.” It hurt him to say this, but he wouldn't let the citizens suffer, also remembering how you ran away after he had kissed you, and maybe you wouldn‘t want to see him ever again.

While in your kingdom, you had gotten the same letter and your parents were worried, knowing how this could be harmful for you and your whole kingdom. So, you had decided the same thing, to say no to the proposal laid out by Queen Taeyeon.

Your brother looked at you with a sad face.

“I'm so sorry, Y/N,” your mom said, hugging you.

Now all that was left to decide was how to let the queen know that you had declined the proposal. It would affect your relationship with her kingdom.

You quietly sobbed in your chambers, wanting nothing more than to be with Prince Jongseong, calling yourself stupid for wanting to be so selfish.

A few days later, queen Taeyeon of Lavosta got both letters saying that both kingdoms had declined the proposal. She knew it wouldn't last long, and this would be the outcome.

“Queen,” a guard entered her chambers, bowing down to show respect to the most powerful queen among the three big kingdoms.

“We found out a spy, he revealed a few plans after we forced him to,” he said.

“What is it about?” she asked.

“They’re planning to attack Azira in a few days,” he informed.

Her guards informed her about the speculations of a foreign king planning to attack Azira, telling her about everything he knew and she took her time to plan ways to help her neighbouring kingdom.

She decided to make a profit out of it alongside, knowing exactly who would be willing to help your kingdom.

She got a letter delivered to Nairid for Prince Jongseong. All that was written in the said letter were the words: princess Y/N is in danger, reach to her with your soldiers as soon as you can.

The letter was successful in getting him restless. Even if he had opposed everything about your kingdom, he had fallen for you and he'd most certainly won't let anything happen to you.

So, he told his father, who hesitantly agreed to help him when he saw that the letter came from queen of Lavosta herself, he also knew that Jongseong was intelligent and wouldn't rush his decisions.

He trusted his son.

He sent Jongseong along with an army of guards to help your kingdom. He would have thought of the letter as a filthy prank had it not come directly from queen Taeyeon.

They set off for their journey to Azira as fast as it was possible, Prince Jongseong led the army with speed, riding his horse as his heart raced with the fear that he won‘t be able to see you if he’ll be late by even a second. A determined expression on his face, jaw clenched and eyes sharp.

While in Azira, everything was calm. Too calm to be normal. For a whole day, no one had visited the palace except for the royal family and their workers. The market was shut down and the town was empty, as if everyone knew that something terrible was going to happen.

A day passed by, Prince Jongseong traveled without stopping and was near your kingdom by the time the enemy had attacked, aiming directly for the palace as the others attacked the town. Soon, the whole army of guards were fighting against the enemy soldiers, you and Heeseung helped the guards as you had mastered using the swords and you insisted on helping.

The king and the queen were made sure to be in the safest place surrounded by the most skilled guards.

Yet, the enemies outnumbered your guards as they mercilessly killed people. You had a long scratch on your skilled hand which made it harder for you to keep up, your protective covering was damaged as well.

Soon, you heard a commotion outside the palace, you had no clue as to what it was till you spotted Jay with his soldiers. He had come to help you despite the unfavorable circumstances of your kingdoms. You didn’t get a chance to even smile at the sight before you had to grab your sword again and attack at the enemy coming close to you.

You were distracted, causing another injury on your shoulder blade, thankfully it wasn't enough to potentially injure to the point you would faint. Jay had spotted you, rushing right into the palace to find you and he ran over to you.

“Princess,” he said breathlessly, cupping your cheeks.

“Prince,” you replied, breathless as well, but this interaction was short-lived as you were attacked yet again.

Jay slashed the man in one go, mentally promising himself to not let anyone harm you, eyes dark as he saw your injuries. It went on for a few hours but yours and Jay's army outnumbered their soldiers, winning the war, he never once left your side.

Until Jay saw your father getting targeted by a man who somehow survived the war, he ran and covered your father, the king. The sword pierced right through him, making him go limp in a few seconds.

You let out a scream while Prince Heeseung killed the last man standing, ending the war finally, breathing hard.

Your father was stunned to see Jay giving himself out for him. You pressed your hand on his wound, applying pressure, crying and calling out for the royal medic to tend him. Soon, he was taken into the medic ward, leaving you out. All you could do was pray, pray for him to be fine and alive. Your father sent many medics all over the kingdom to tend to the others who were injured.

Lastly he sent a letter to Nairid, to the king, to let him know that Jay was injured. He wanted to end the war for all now. He would call truce as soon as the other king would arrive here. It had been hours, yet no response from the medics who were busy treating Jay.

You were taken back to your chamber despite your wailing and were made to freshen up, your eyes swollen, body covered in blood and heart breaking as you imagined how Jay would be, as soon as you entered the medic chamber, you saw Heeseung by Jay's limp body.

“He’s alive, just unconscious,” Prince Heeseung informed you and you thanked the gods, a tear sliding down your cheek.

“You should get married to him, you know?” Prince Heeseung said with a smile, approving the relationship.

“Only if he would want to,” you sadly said, not sure of what to expect, “he almost got killed saving us,” you sobbed, looking at him.

Prince Heeseung gave you a sad smile as your parents entered the chamber as well, their little injuries made you even sadder.

“Prince Jongseong, how can we thank him?” your father spoke, asking no one in particular, showing how grateful he's for Jongseong. Yet, he was sad to see him suffering because of him.

He laid there unconscious, still looking like an angel. A day passed by and you never once left his side. You softly kept muttering how thankful you were to him, wiping his face with a soft wet cloth.

“I think I like you, Prince Jongseong,” you whispered, thinking that he wouldn't hear, a feeling of warmth bloomed up in your body as you finally said it out loud.

As soon as you said that, the gates of the chamber opened, revealing Jongseong's father and mother. You bowed down, showing respect to the king and queen of Nairid.

You were quick to apologize for everything that had happened here and to their son, the queen keeping a hand on your shoulder to tell you that it was fine, and you were not at fault.

They made you feel welcome despite the long rivalry your kingdoms had.

They stayed by Jay, deeply worried and sad seeing their future king and son in this state, muttering how proud they are and how brave he is.

They further met your parents, who had come to the chamber as well. explaining the whole story to them, they called in truce even before your father could say a word.

They hugged each other, looking like they've been friends for their whole life and it gave you hope, hope of being with Jay.

They decided to stay at Azira till Jay woke up and soon you were alone with him again in the medic ward. You gently caressed his hair while staring into nothingness.

“So princess Y/N likes me,” suddenly a voice said, scaring you.

You saw that Jay was awake, your eyes widening, a big teasing smile on his face.

Without thinking anything, you hugged him with a shaky breath.

“Ouch!” He let out as his wound was still healing.

“Oh! I'm so sorry,” you said moving back, careful to not hurt him again, he let out a laugh and squeezed you into another hug, making you smile softly as you teared up again, butterflies rising in your stomach, and before you could do much, he was sent to freshen up by the medics, you sat there, waiting for him.

“Are you stupid? Why did you come here? You got injured, Jay–” your little rant ended as he put his hand on your mouth.

You had started complaining as soon as he returned after freshening up.

“Wow, no one has called me stupid before,” he said as if it was an achievement, caressing your cheek slightly, making your stomach tingle.

You sighed, shaking your head and hugged him again with a pout on your lips.

“I like you too princess. I came to ensure your safety. I still have to marry you, you know?” He spoke softly, hoping that you won't reject his proposal.

He wanted to marry you, the mere thought of it made you smile as you leaned back to look at him.

“You want to marry me?” You questioned, staring at him with big doe eyes.

“Only if you allow me to, princess,” he said with a smile, hoping you'd say yes.

“I can never say no to you, prince,” you truthfully said as he captured your lips to his, both of you smiling into the kiss as his hand rested on your waist, his eyes glistening while he looked at your face.

Needless to say, everyone was overjoyed with this news, well, it did take time for citizens of both the kingdoms but they did mend their relationships. And in the blink of an eye came the day of your engagement. Jay had ensured for your attires to look the same as the ones you wore at the masquerade ball, the day you first met, just with different colours.

He looked at you with such pure eyes, holding nothing but adoration for you and only you. After exchanging engagement rings, Jay whispered an “love you” near your ear, making your heart flutter. You subtly whispered “and I love you” back to him causing him to break out into a big smile.

Citizens were happy to see you both jovial together. Your brother kept sending you teasing smiles. Your parents were beaming, matching the smiles of Jay's parents. Lastly, Queen Taeyeon of Lavosta sat there with a proud smirk, she was glad to see you together. Afterall, she was the one to initiate this in the first place.

The ceremony was grand, your eyes going around the venue, trying to capture everything into your memory forever, the reception being even more grand as the royals from all neighbouring kingdoms had come to bless you two with their pure hearts.

“Princess,” Prince Jongseong whispered in your ear when no one was paying attention to you both, enjoying themselves.

“Yes?” You asked softly, a feeling of shyness covering your tone.

He looked at you with adoration, “the gods must really love me,” he spoke, “I prayed for you to be mine, and now, you are my princess,” he whispered.

With your palpitating heart and love filled eyes, you softly said, “I think god loves us both then.”

His eyes widened slightly once he heard you, and he had to use his whole willpower to stop himself from kissing you right then and there.

He couldn’t wait to have you alone with him.

Once the ceremonies were over, you looked over to your parents, saddened by the fact that you won't be living with them anymore.

Prince Jongseong took your hand and placed it on his arm gently, giving you a reassuring smile as you both made your way towards his chamber, your breathing was heavy as you tried not to think about how you would be sharing Prince Jongseong’s chamber with him from now onwards.

“You must be exhausted, princess. You should clean up first,” he suggested, extending his hand towards the door that separated the bathing area.

You were all alone, the water already warm, set perfectly to take bath by the maids who had come priorly to ensure that you both won’t be needing anything else later on.

However, you seemed to have trouble opening the knot of the corset you had worn, leaving you frustrated as you couldn’t ask for help from anyone else.

With heated cheeks, you called out for the prince.

Prince Jongseong hadn’t expected that you would call out for him, and so, he rushed into the bathing chambers to check whether you required any help.

“Yes, princess?” He asked, breathless once he looked at your hair, which were no longer in a bun, only the accessories still decorated them, his heartbeat rose at your next words.

“Could you please help me take this off?” You asked softly, brushing your hair away from your back to show him the knot.

He came closer, his warm fingers rested on your bare arm as the other one pulled on the string, loosening your corset until it was fully off. His warm breath fanned your neck, his deep voice taking your name in a soft whisper.

“Tell me to go, princess, or else I won’t be able to control myself,” he said, face red and eyes on your figure, which was just in a thin white slip.

You had never felt this way before, your knees felt weak and you did not wish for the price to leave.

“Don’t go,” you whispered out, turning to look at him, “please?”

“Come here,” he said, guiding you towards the royal bath tub.

You did not remove your slip as you walked down the stairs and into the warm water, goosebumps covering your skin at the pleasurable feeling.

You sat down with a low sigh leaving your lips, eyes opening to look at your prince, chest rising up and down once you saw him unbuttoning his blazer, taking off all his clothes.

With a gasp, you looked away, not wanting to invade his privacy and look at him. You were flustered, an indescribable feeling rose up in your lower abdomen.

He soon got into the water, coming close to you. You could see the scars from the battle on his perfectly sculpted body when you turned towards him, the water covering his stomach. His arms flexed when he extended them, calling you in to be in his arms.

Your steps were slow, and his eyes dropped down to see your wet white slip sticking to your body, revealing everything to him, causing him to groan and pull you closer by the waist.

“Do you have any clue how long I’ve wanted you all to myself?” He asked, his fingers on your chin making you look up to him and gulp.

He could have sworn you were the prettiest person he had ever laid his eyes on, your innocent and shy gaze made him go crazy.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, “because if you say yes now, then I won’t be able to stop later.”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

In the span of a millisecond, he leaned forward and his lips were on yours. He tasted exactly like the cherry wine you had earlier, your hand on his chest keeping you stable before he deepened the kiss, titling your head so softly as his tongue tasted your mouth, humming and swirling his tongue around yours.

He leaned back for a second to look at your expression, he was mesmerized, thumb caressing your cheek before he made you both sit down, placing you on his lap, the water reaching your neck as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I wanted you from the day I saw you, princess,” he whispered, kissing your jaw softly, holding your waist tighter.

“I’ve prayed so much to have you,” you confessed, breathing hard as you shifted on his lap, feeling his length between your thighs.

A soft sigh left your lips, his lips never leaving yours, his hands slowly moving up to touch and get familiar with every inch of your body.

He helped you get out of your slip, breath hitching as he took in your appearance, all wet and naked, breathing hard as you tried to get close to him. He wanted you.

Pulling you up, he did not waste a second before he touched your breasts, kissing and giving them all his attention. Your eyes closed shut at the sensation, soft whines leaving your lips as your hand rested on the back of his head.

“Want you,” you moaned.

“Let me know if it hurts,” he said, cupping your face, “look at me.”

He picked you up by your waist, positioning himself so that you’re just above his tip, your eyes never left his as you slowly sinked down on his cock, stretching your hole as you clenched around him, eyes closing as you felt it all.

He pulled you in a rushed kiss, slowly helping you move up and down, both of you breathing hard as you leaned your forehead against his, gripping on the hair on his nape, noses touching while you breathed the same air.

You leaned in, slowly kissing on his supple skin as you continued with your movements, his breathy groans sounding like melody to you.

His face had a look of euphoria, lower lip bitten when he pulled you in closer, moving his hips in sync with yours, the water felt warmer now, the area steamy and you could only focus on the man in front of you.

He dug his fingers deeper into your waist, helping you move up and down as your lips left noises of pleasure.

“I cannot believe you’re mine,” he breathed, stunned by your beauty and how dizzy it made him feel.

“I’ve always wanted to be yours,” you replied, eyes full of love as he held you closer when you clenched around him, thighs shaking and your high was near.

Jay couldn’t help but kiss your lips again, as if he was obsessed with them, obsessed with you.

Loud whines and deep groans filled the bathing area as you and him chased your high, him pulling you into his arms to calm down, tracing your spine and kissing your shoulder softly while you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled closer.

“I love you, princess,” he confessed, causing you to move back to look at him.

Tears filled your eyes with the amount of happiness that surged through you with his sentence.

“I love you too, prince,” you said, capturing his lips in a slow, sweet kiss.

And to end this royally, it was safe to say that they lived happily ever after.

THANK YOU FOR READING <3

#fic : rewrite the stars #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jay smut #kpop smut #romance #smut #jay hard hours #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #park jay smut #jake smut #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut

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chemicallywrit · 6 months

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Audio Drama Sunday!!!

Again this is far from comprehensive because I am a feral podcast monster, but here’s what stuck out to me this week! Mostly spoiler-free, unless you count vibes as spoilers!

🗡️ Cry Havoc! Ask Questions Later managed to have a happy? Ending? Honestly the way it managed to be a hilarious historical sitcom with an ending that chilling was MASTERFUL. Great job writers, y’all are fantastic. It is obviously not absolutely true to what we know about Roman history, but it is true to the spirit of it in a way that’s really satisfying for me personally.

🦀 @thesiltverses oh MAN. The way this story says again and again that you cannot earn your way out of being trampled by a system that doesn’t care about you hits every. Single. Time. And what are you going to do, try to remake that system? There are always going to be people who can’t handle that and fight against you, to their own detriment. This story is fantastical and exaggerated, but it’s always so real at the same time.

👁️ @hellofromthehallowoods is trying to kill me, straight up. I have no idea what Halloween will bring for this show and i’m dying. It’s very difficult to predict storylines on Hallowoods and that’s something I love about it. Will this pair break up? Will this pair die for their cause? Will this pair find each other again, even through death? Shoutout to the great guests this episode, I always enjoy seeing who Mx Wellman invites into the world.

🔎 @knovesstorytelling okay look, y’all, I have never read Northanger Abbey, so I don’t know why Kit’s being told to pack her bags and get out, and I am so UPSET. What’s going on????

📉 Within the Wires is back!! And my WORD, the juxtaposition of this season being motivational tapes while listening to the current season of The Dream about life coaches?? I am transfixed and horrified, let’s GO.

🎟️ @longcatmedia Mockery Manor. I love these clowns so much. I love that Bette is really smart and really dumb at the same time. Everyone’s acting is top notch, but I’m especially a fan of Karim Kronfli in this show. Everyone knows he’s got the range, but it’s so fun listening to him be this fussy little guy.

👻 One of the shows I’ve been catching up on is Ghosts in the Burbs, a deceptively spooky and delightfully witty single-narrator ghost show. I’m listening through the Lilith arc and….woof. WOOF. I know how it ends and it’s still terrifying.

🩸 IT’S HEMOPHOBIA DAY, omg, everyone please check out Hemophobia, I am so excited for Hemophobia. It’s sitting in my queue staring at me with that creepy-ass logo art. I’ve talked with CSW about this show and heard the trailer—religious trauma horror with amazing sound design and an amazing cast??? You kidding???? I am drooling over here. Join me, won’t you?

🧟‍♀️ This week is also the premier of The Dead! As soon as that feed appears I’ll be putting it everywhere, and I’m so excited to show everyone the first series. You’ve heard of snakes on a plane….

💐 On my end, as Re: Dracula continues its march to the finale, this week I find myself recording Inn Between and The Dead. I am still trying to make rent ahead of my new job’s first paycheck, so if you liked this post or the other things I do, would you consider sending me a ko-fi?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I will be listening to Hemophobia very quietly and very scared by myself in the dark. Until next week!

#audio drama sunday #audio drama #audio fiction #fiction podcast #freaking podcasts

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toulouseradiosilence · 11 days

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about the compliment post;

I didnt continue. I am so so so sorry but I didn’t think so many people would see it and it’s overwhelming me so much. If anyone is willing to help me compliment people it might make everything a lot easier and I might feel motivated to start up again. Just letting you know: you’re frigging awesome and deserve a compliment and I am so grateful for the people applauding me on that post, y’all put a smile on my face. I might continue, but with help I’d finish it much quicker :)

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frvnkcastles · 1 year

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SOMETHING TO DREAM ABOUT ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: Various moments between you, Frank and your glasses. (Fem!reader, some descriptions added.)

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s note: Y’all, I am so nervous posting this because I have never posted on Tumblr before but I figured I might as well. I’ve been posting on AO3 for years now but I think Tumblr might be more active and eager to react so here I am :) I’m still figuring everything out so bear with me!

He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. That was immediately crystal-clear to you — even with old, fading bruises and fresh cuts on his face, even with a beaten nose and an eternal scowl etched onto his rough features, he was nothing short of breath-taking and you wanted nothing more than to spend the entire evening mapping out all the details of his face.

But, considering you were at your friend’s birthday party, that was probably not appropriate.

Maybe Frank would have preferred it, though, because this definitely wasn’t his scene. He was only here because he had a soft spot for your best friend, something she had mentioned to you in passing before but you had still never seen him apart from the news. He didn’t look so scary now, obviously awkward and uncomfortable sipping a beer in the corner of the room while your best friend’s other guests mingled with each other. He had even bothered to put on the one black button-up he had without blood on it.

”Okay, so, I see you eyeing Frank and I’m kinda glad, ’cause I have to admit I had an ulterior motive with this party”, your best friend intervened with your thoughts, and with a frown melting onto your forehead, you turned to face her again.

”Don’t be mad, but I totally think you two would hit it off! You’re this… anxious ball of love and kindness and he’s a protective ole’ teddy bear who’s been through the wringer. You’re both introverts, you both love dogs—”, she continued rambling, and with a scoff, you waved your hand to stop her from going any further.

”Save the pitch, I don’t think The Punisher wants anything to do with me”, you argued, although your gaze still lingered on him. It was safe to say that you were wary when it came to relationships — blame it on the familial trauma and the worst examples when it came to marriage, but you also knew that your best friend wouldn’t set you up with just anyone.

Pouting, she took your drink from you. ”Do me a favour, please. If you hate him, I’ll never try this again”, she insisted, and with a huff, you glanced at her and then back at the brooding, tall man. He did look good in that button-up.

Without a word, you adjusted your glasses and stepped past your friend to make it towards Frank, not even quite sure what you would say to him. In the end, you settled for good old,

”Hi.”

He had noticed you already. Fuck, of course he had. You were adorable in every possible definition of the word, with your floral dress and your black, heavy boots that almost matched his, not to mention the shaped glasses hanging on your nose. His throat closed up at the way your dark curls fell on your collarbones, and the sight of your twinkling smile made him hastily draw a sip from his beer to avoid dry mouth.

”Hey”, he grunted before licking his lips and nodding towards your friend, who was definitely not watching the two of you from behind the cake. ”She make you come up to me?”

Your smile fell at the idea of being the umpteenth woman your friend had sent his way. ”Yeah”, you swallowed, ”does she do this to you a lot?” A wave of nerves washed over you and you began fiddling with your fingers, something Frank noticed immediately, as well as the chipped nail polish.

”Nah. Just mentioned that there’d be someone special tonight”, he corrected you, but his words did very little to ease your anxiety — if anything, being put in the spotlight made it worse. He could see it on your face, and it pushed a chuckle out of him before he extended a hand for you to take. ”Frank”, he introduced himself curtly, and with a renewed smile, you took his much, much larger hand and shook it gently.

Okay, maybe approaching him hadn’t been the worst idea.

He certainly was glad you did. Before he knew it, you had gotten under his skin, and the more time he spent with you, the more obvious it became.

He was still kept up at night thinking about that time you had stitched him up for the first time. He had a nasty gash on his hip, and the tension in your apartment had been thick enough to cut with a knife — you had been on your knees, he had been on the couch, stripped down to just his boxers and giving you words of encouragement when you hesitated with the needle.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He had hissed in pain when you had poked him with the needle and you had apologized profusely, prompting a gruffly spoken ”’S okay, sweetheart. You’re doin’ good.” Then he had really looked at you in the dimly-lit living room and the words had just tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.

”Ya got new glasses”, he had noted, stating the obvious and catching your attention. You had halted, looked up at him and broken into a ridiculously sweet smile, one that still made his heart do flips when he thought back to it.

”You noticed”, you had hummed softly, clearly touched by his attentiveness, and he could swear he could pinpoint the exact moment he knew he wanted to kiss you.

”Yeah”, he had breathed out, ”they look nice on you.”

You made him feel at home without even knowing, your presence always reassuring and encouraging, your positive energy and big, sympathetic heart an absolute contrast to his gruff, scary demeanor. And yet, it worked so well. He longed to touch you, hold you, kiss you, shield you from the world and learn everything about you. He was undeniably falling for you and there was nothing he could do about it even if he wanted to.

Your friend had heard all about it, fucking Red had heard all about it, though that was more so because one skip of Frank’s heart had exposed him entirely. Lieberman hadn’t heard much but picked up on it easily, right before proceeding to tease Frank about it and then declare being in love looked good on him. And now, the group Curt had introduced him to was hearing all about it.

”She’s real good, y’know?” Frank thought out loud, a ridiculous grin on his face as he looked down at the cup of coffee in his hands and huffed. ”It’s—it’s weird, I guess. Didn’t think I’d feel that way about anyone again. And don’t get me wron’, I… I miss my wife like crazy. Every day. But this girl… lemme tell you, she makes me feel like, uh, like there’s hope. Yeah. Yeah, that’s… that’s kinda cliché. But she makes me wanna believe that every day doesn’t have to just be survivin’. There can be somethin’ real and meaningful. Because she is. She is so fuckin’ special. She’s kind and understanding and against all odds she… it’s the way she looks at me, yeah? Like I ain’t a monster or—or broken. She looks at me like I’m…”, Frank explained, trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. You looked at him like he was beautiful. Good. Worthy. He still fought to believe in it, but you made it a little easier for him.

”Sounds like you really care about her, son”, one of the older men chimed in when Frank failed to speak up again, and with an almost embarrassed chuckle, he glanced at his fingertips before giving the man a look.

”Yes, sir. Got that right”, he confirmed, his heart jumping at his chest at the mere thought of you and your bashful smiles. There was no feeling sweeter than making you grin like that, awkward but flattered, like you didn’t believe you were as cute as he had said. But you were. You were.

”Why don’t you ask her out? Life is too short to pine”, another older man scoffed, a little unimpressed with Frank’s lack of action, and at that, the Castle snorted.

”Nah, I… I want to. Just feels a lil’ unfair to her, ’s all. How can I drag her into all my shit, y’know?” Frank contemplated with a frown, and at that, Curtis finally took the turn to speak, a small smile on his face.

”It’d be her decision, Frank. It’s scary, it is, but… she’s a grown woman. It’s not unfair to give her the choice to stick by your side. I mean, who knows — maybe she’ll reject you”, he pointed out tauntingly, and at that, Frank laughed — great pep talk. Nevertheless, he knew Curt had a point. ”But maybe she’ll say yes. And maybe it won’t be a walk in the park but any baggage is easier for two to carry than one. If she wants you like you want her… it’s not dragging her into anything. That’s what companionship is. Standing by your loved one even when it gets tough”, Curt continued, before speaking the words that finally convinced Frank, ”would you not do the same for her?”

The next time Frank saw you, you were once again meeting your mutual friend. The diner she had coaxed you both into was bustling with people and noise and yet, the only thing you seemed to notice was each other. As soon as Frank entered the quaint diner, he spotted you laughing with your friend, the joy in your voice reaching his ears in a way that had him suppressing a smile while making his way over to the right booth. His tall frame striding past the other people caught your eye almost immediately, and when you saw his dark eyes staring back at you, your laugh melted into a shy smile while greeting him.

”You look nice”, Frank noted while seating himself opposite you and your friend, his nod directed at the both of you but the way his eyes lingered on you made heat crawl to your cheeks. Picking at the sleeves of your dress, you couldn’t help but wonder if you looked nice enough, and on cue, Frank leaned in while licking his lips. ”Real nice”, he emphasized, and it made your heart swell as you met his gaze.

”Thank you”, you breathed out, ”you too, Frankie.” Between the nickname, your signature perfume and the kind look in your eyes, Frank could have combusted right there and then, but instead simply leaned back in his seat and exhaled.

”Oh, my order’s up, I think”, your friend cleared her throat with a knowing smile. ”Why don’t you two catch up?” she planned mischievously before slinking away, leaving you and Frank chuckling awkwardly while observing one another.

God, he was so pretty. He put your stomach in knots and filled your chest with butterflies and made your knees weak and you so wanted to tell him but in the end… you just smiled up at him in silence, hoping he’d realize how much you adored him.

”Hey, this is gonna be weird”, you broke the peace, getting up from your seat so you could slide next to his and give him a doe-eyed look, the kind that made his breathing pick up. ”But your shirt looks really soft and my glasses have so many fingerprints on them”, you finished, and immediately, he choked out a laugh but gave you an encouraging nod.

You grinned and reached for the hem of his t-shirt, trying your damnedest not to accidentally brush against his bare skin while you took off your glasses and quickly began swiping the lenses with the material. Frank was speechless, unable to do anything except stare at your teeth sinking into your bottom lip while you diligently scrubbed the glasses.

”Hey, uh… I was thinkin’”, he coughed, swallowing thickly when you put your glasses back on but remained close to him, the height difference forcing you to look up at him. ”Yeah, uh, I was wonderin’ if you, uh, maybe wanted to do somethin’ together some time? Just the two a’us?” he questioned with his eyebrows furrowed as if he was doubting himself as soon as the words left his mouth.

He looked a little shy, even, his lips twitching adorably as he eyed you carefully, and certain that your heart would burst, you just managed a nod.

”Yeah?”

The sheer amazement in his voice made you giddy to a point where you couldn’t hold back an incredulous laugh, nodding again and again to confirm. ”I would really like that. I could make you dinner?” you proposed, and with narrowed eyes, Frank tilted his head at you, suddenly spiked with confidence. He was so used to being nervous with you, but now, realizing you felt the same way around him, he couldn’t help but feel a little smug.

”Think we could do it together? Wouldn’t want you put you out. And, you know, more time for us to spend together, right?” he planned, and with your heart swinging in your chest, you exhaled shakily.

”Does tomorrow work for you?” you uttered out, unable to believe you were a promise away from having a date with Frank. And with the same, astonished thought, Frank broke into a grin.

”It’s a date, sweetheart.”

And as promised, he showed up to your apartment the next evening and helped you with the pasta meal you had agreed upon. Both of you got over your initial nerves and in a blink of an eye, it was almost midnight and you were laughing on your couch, your loud cackle probably disturbing your neighbors but giving Frank an absolute sense of peace. He snorted into his wine glass over his own, stupid joke, his ego boosted by making you so amused and entertained.

”I am really glad you came tonight, Frankie”, you sighed, a shy smile taking over as you eyed him and placed a hand over his. His stomach swung at the feeling and he exhaled before turning to face you and nodding.

”Me too, sweetheart”, he whispered. Before either of you could say anything else, he noticed the stray eyelash on one of your lenses and leaned forward. ”Stay still f’me”, he spoke lowly, and not daring to even breathe, you watched the concentration tug on his eyebrows and narrow his eyes as he sat an inch from your face.

Carefully, he lifted his finger up to your glasses and with his trimmed nail, caught the eyelash and observed it briefly before blowing it away. The warm air touched upon your face, as well, and you exhaled heavily when he seemed to stay right there, not moving even though he was so, so close.

Fuck it, he thought. He had spent enough time fantasizing about the touch and taste of your lips — he needed to take action. And so, he gently placed a hand on your jaw and pulled you in to close the imperceptible distance between. Your lips met in the middle and your eyes closed on instinct, your hands clamoring up to his knees to balance yourself as he kissed you; first, sweet and tender, but eventually he leaned in deeper and his tongue took your breath away.

The air got hot and heavy and your hand wound up wrapped up in the chest of Frank’s button-up — the same one he had worn the first time you had met, and you felt light-headed when he pulled away. Your eyes met for a fleeting second, but no words were needed for him to dive back in and paw at your hips so you would get the hint and straddle him. You pushed him back onto the cushions enough to sit on his lap, his back pressed against the couch and his feet planted firmly on the ground as he let you tower over him.

And it was so goddamn better than he had ever been able to imagine.

When he was finally balanced over you in your bed, your chest rising and falling beneath him and his chain hanging above your face, he reached to take your glasses off of your eyes. It took you a few blinks to get accustomed to him being right there, the cuts and bruises on his face looking so soft now, and you slowly smiled while taking in the sight of him. From the endlessly deep and dark eyes to the swollen lips, he was beautiful and you couldn’t help but feel so lucky to be right here with him, legs wrapped around his hips and his fingers interlocking with yours.

He made damn sure to grab your glasses for you the next morning, too.

And it became a routine. Still now, an entire year later, he rolled over to you on the bed and attached his lips to your temple while murmuring a husky good mornin’ baby into your skin, before reaching over onto the nightstand and grabbing your glasses. While your eyes got oriented to the morning light, he gently unfolded the frames and slid the glasses onto your face, a smile curling his lips upwards as he did.

”There’s my pretty girl”, he mumbled before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

Yeah, he was pretty damn in love.

#frank castle x reader #the punisher x reader #frank castle #the punisher #frank castle fanfiction

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robopark · 2 months

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Hey, @caughtonwebcam (formerly melancholymoondrops) here

I’ve lost motivation for this blog and idk how to continue it without rebooting it completely. That might include rewriting the story and giving this blog a complete overhaul, or just scrapping it and replacing the characters with ocs, as I feel like I made them too ooc. Plus, rerunning the current storyline in my head, certain concepts didn’t make sense, even for an au.

There were certain events I wanted to include in the plot, such as Kyle running away and becoming friends with Marjorine while working at Tweek Bros, Ike becoming important at some point and Stan and Kyle having some weird “friends in a past life” type arc?? Gerald saving Kyle’s corpse in order to transfer the soul of robo Kyle into him to give him eternal life??? Where was Sheila in all this??? I dunno, somewhere in Jersey maybe???

Idek where I was going with that. The plot just became too jumbled to the point where I didn’t even know where I would end up, despite it appearing so clear in my head. Also, having the story be told with random asks as well as a comic following a set storyline felt inconsistent and awkward with the story’s flow, and the story to me felt like it was going very fast or very slow. Next time, I’ll do one or the other lol.

I’m really sorry to those who enjoyed this blog, but as of now, it’s cancelled. Small bits of art may be posting in my main blog still. The au may return in the future in a new form, but I haven’t decided on that yet.

In the meantime, I’m currently developing a new au outside the sp fandom.

If anyone wants to take over this blog or have any ideas for a rewrite, please don’t be afraid to dm me <3 I’m fine with transferring ownership if anybody wants to continue this. Also, if you have any lore questions that were left unanswered, I will be answering them in the comments or reblogs.

Once again, really sorry. I hope y’all understand.

- Mads

#kyle broflovski #robot kyle au #south park #south park au #au blog #anon asks #ask blog #asks #south park fanart #stan marsh #stan x kyle #style South Park #au #robo park au #robo park #rp blog #roleplay #cancelled

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humbugghere · 10 months

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Going insane over P:EG - Eva Tsunaka’s imitation「模倣」piece.

Okay, so my previous post seemed to scratch an itch for some of y’all so I figured while I’m working on the big video I should post my other analysis (if you havent seen Diana's btw its here). So I’ll be hitting on Nifast’s _imitation

「模倣」_series again with Eva’s piece, as seen below:

(Credit to Nifast hi Nifast)

Alright let’s start, I’m copypasting this from the google doc as per usual. Prologue spoilers are in this one btw

Introduction

Eva Tsunaka is among the more enigmatic members of the cast, with many of her basic details obscured by the staff, her very own bio referring to her as a “Truly quiet and mysterious figure”, and the enigma that is her behavior in the prologue, Tsunaka has been set up to be this games “black box”, and while her essential characterization is out in the open, her deeper motives and psyche are likely to stay obscured for a while within the story.

However, via the Imitation「模倣」series, we get another glimpse into Eva, with her being given a portrait in a series of 9 covering the female cast, giving an abstract view into their place in the story.

Unlike my previous essay on Cara, however, this piece has a massive asterisk: Eva is alive. While Cara, Tacticum in death, and the information handed to us being absolute in summing her up, can be analyzed in full, there will be certain aspects of this art that can only be fully digested upon either Eva’s death or upon her survival of the killing game. Eva is a character who strikes me as one who may die incredibly early, or make it into the annals of the killing game.

Regardless, there is no doubt that her presence, in rebutting Wolfgang’s hope in the student's titles, and in the distrust sowed thanks to her talent and nonchalant behaviour, will have a profound impact on the cast, whether or not she may continue to live and act within the story. As it stands, Eva is alive. So while we may not do a true autopsy, we may begin to sterilize our tools and set the scene.

Eva Tsunaka - Within Reality

This section, more than anything, is meant to remind the reader of key moments within the prologue, that both act to define Eva’s character and help inform a calculated analysis of the piece.

The first thing of note is how Eva refers to her talent. After being pressured on how she came to be the Ultimate Liar, she waved such concerns away, simply saying it is what she is.

This use of the word what lines up perfectly with the whole of the Imitation「模倣」series, as each portrait is framed as a response to the question “What are you?”. The response assigned to Eva, being “a lie” again lines up perfectly with her response. All of this is capped off by the end of the art book, which poses a question, almost identical yet strikingly opposite: “Who are you?”.

This question goes unanswered, at least for now. At least for some.

N doing this, we can see a very clear dichotomy between her talent, and her. While Eva has been awarded the title of liar, it is merely what she is - not who she is. It it wholly separate from her identity as a person.

Another thing worth mentioning is the contrast between how Eva handles herself, and how the rest of the cast does. While much of the cast is apprehensive (aside from a few like Cassidy who don’t actively suspect Eva for her talent), Eva is wholly dismissive of their accusations, inviting them to believe whatever they wish to believe. While there is no direct correlation to be drawn, having this part of her in mind will serve us well.

Finally, Eva’s prodding is another key feature of her character. Being the first person to ask the hard-hitting, perhaps harsh questions to characters such as Ingrid and Cassidy about their talents, as well as serving as the principal voice against Wolfgang and Damon in the trial. While she is willing to concede if given a sufficient answer, or hopelessly outnumbers, Eva is still someone who wishes to play an active role in any conversation she has, in order to extract as much information as possible. Again, this is something to keep in mind moving forward.

We can conclude as such that Eva is a single-minded woman, one who is guided by her own questions and observations and is more than willing to disregard any ire she may attract in doing so. While this essay does not discuss her ultimate goals, we may understand the person who has set these goals in the process of doing this analysis.

Eva Tsunaka - Imitation 「模倣」

The portrait of the two Tsunaka’s, henceforth referred to as Black and White, after the colors of their respective hair, is the first one we see within the artbook, and serves as a striking establishment of the mood and rules that define this artbook. By featuring two “versions” of Eva, both that seem to look like her, yet are distinctly not Eva on closer inspection.

This establishes the explicit theme of imitation, as these two figures imitate Eva, but also highlights how these “Imitations” can’t be considered a true reflection of Eva, both in their obvious differences to her design, and the portraits themselves framed as a response to the question “What are you?”.

This question, while tackling many aspects of a person such as creed, nationality, and perhaps characteristics, can never truly capture the cadence of the question “Who are you?”, which directly addresses a person's Identity.

As such, we can establish these portraits serve to outline the public perception of each character, and indeed how this perception latches onto them and molds them in some regards. With this established, we can focus on Tsunaka alone.

The first feature of note is the dichotomy between the two figures, Black and White. While White seems to be wearing Eva’s iconic outfit, Black is not - in fact, the outfit itself seems to be a direct inversion, with Eva wearing a black suit over a white dress shirt, topped off with a bow tie. However, despite this glaring difference, it is Black who has any reference to Eva’s animal motif of a raven, with White’s jacket glaringly lacking the button normally seen.

Not only does this reinforce the idea that neither of these two figures is truly Eva, but it also makes the reader realizes that with their monochromatic hair and the inconsistencies between their designs in regards to being a copy of Eva - the combination - or perhaps reunion - of these two figures is the only way to truly “find” Eva again. Throughout the prologue, it is very obvious that Eva, while being a major force in navigating the strange circumstances of this kidnapping, is still someone who is withholding information. Furthermore, Eva is someone who, despite wishing for the cast to survive, pushes firmly against the idea of open cooperation.

In order to properly elaborate on how the introduction of these dichotomies helps inform our view of Eva, we must look into Black and White properly. What makes them different? For one, the exclusion of crow symbolism, while staying faithful to Eva’s outfit is no coincidence. The animal motifs are consistently a defining part of a character, especially in informing their personality. By stripping this feature from White, it by extension strips Eva of her humanity, which is extenuated by the lack of sheen in her eyes. Together, this makes White seem like nothing more than a model or a doll.

In doing so, this reflects how the cast perceives Eva, being suspicious of her talents and her behavior throughout the prologue and likely throughout the game following the prologue. This objectification of Eva present in white is further supported by the lack of gleam in her eyes as if there wasn’t anything behind them.

As for Black, there are several details to pick up on. For one, Black features Eva’s feather, which demonstrates how this stand-in, to some degree, is a more accurate representation of Eva, the person.

However, this falls apart upon even a surface-level inspection. Black’s outfit is quite literally an inversion of Eva’s usual outfit, with a black suit, white shirt, and a bow tie. This could symbolize the fact that, under her visage in the killing game, Eva is very much different from the stoic cynic we’ve seen.

Furthermore, her hair is notably cut short and not allowed to grow properly in places, in contrast to white long, practically unruly hair. While White’s hair may symbolize the cast's fears that Eva may run wild in the killing game, the short hair may represent Eva’s potential being stumped, perhaps by her own fear to act, perhaps by the pressure of the cast around her… or perhaps by death.

There is also the obvious distinction that Black does have a gleam in its eyes, unlike White, lending credence to the idea that it represents the human part of Eva.

In summary, White represents the image the cast has of Eva, and how their fear and distrust of her strips her of her humanity and personality. Black, however, represents the self-image Eva has of herself, and how it both differs and is ultimately affected by the killing game around her.

Now that we have an understanding of what these two figures represent, we can now answer this analysis’ pivotal question: What is the point of comparing the two figures?

The explicit purpose is simple: It establishes the futility of defining Eva in a black-and-white manner. Her design so far has highlighted this by being a mix of black and white, in particular with her hair, which blends these two colors vivaciously. The separation of the two figures, especially in their monotone hair, symbolizes how both of these views of Eva, both the distrustful one of her classmates and her own self-image, can not truly reflect who she is. Only by understanding both of them, can we truly know who Eva is.

This rebuttal of a black-and-white view of Eva is also supported by the mixture of colors in the figures. White wears a black shirt, Black wears a white one. Both of them carry a part of the other in their designs and ergo their beings, and can be seen looking at each other's halo, used to shed light on the both of them and make them visible in the otherwise pitch-black environment. This simple gesture shows that the two acknowledge each other - showing how over time, it is likely Eva will not just ignore but accept her class's views on her, and the class will recognize that Eva is not merely a suspicious figure, but a person and potential ally in ending this game, in a manner reminiscent of Yinyang.

Furthermore, there is also the introduction of a “wild-card” Color: Red, visible in the bowtie/necktie and headbands. Red is a color with much history behind it, being the color of blood and as such attraction connections to courage, bravery, and sacrifice. On the other hand, it has also represented revenge, danger, domination, and anger. While both neck accessories are visible, Black’s headband is obscured by the light, perhaps showing that Eva does not wish to act on any principle of domination or revenge, despite what the class thinks.

For a final detail, the page after this image, the one directly answering the question “What are you?” The answer “A lie.” is given. This again reinforces that lies, and by extension lying, are not a part of Eva’s identity, both in being a response to a question of What Eva is, as well as the raven’s eye being obscured by the letter “A”, symbolizing how Eva’s talent does nothing but obscure her true nature under a thin visage of perjury.

Eva Tsunaka - Conclusion:

This piece serves to both introduce the concept of the Imitation 「模倣」series, as well as symbolize the conflict between Eva’s perception within her own mind and within the minds of the cast as a whole.

This is done by underlining the flaws within them. The cast’s idea of who Eva is is only a surface-level understanding (with Eva having a rudimentary version of her outfit on) - that practically objectifies her (seen by her glazed-over eyes on the right). Meanwhile, Eva’s self-image is more truthful to her, though still not reflecting her circumstances (as symbolized by the incorrect outfit) and obscuring her deeper behaviors (as seen by the red headband being obscured by her Halo).

Furthermore, by highlighting these flaws, and the differences between these two perceptions of Tsunaka, calls attention to how a genuine understanding of who she is can only be attained by considering both the public perception and self-image of Tsunnaka, as her own self-reflection may result in her cowering from parts of herself that only a neutral crowd would be willing to discuss. However, this same crowd would find it near impossible to truly comprehend her mind - like with anyone.

Indeed, this is something that can be applied to any of the students - the idea that they must make peace with their own self-image and their public persona, to truly understand themselves and each other. This, however, is a central theme of Tsunaka and suggests that her role in the story will be one that, rather than directly inspire change, will force the cast to reflect on their views of her, and in time, their classmates… and themselves.

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