#I'm too fair-minded 😩

[the-one-who-rises]

In the spirit of honesty though, i do the same thing. I ignore/smooth over the parts of characterizations that i don't like or that I'm uncomfortable with

[somedaytakethetime]

Other girlies: the highest of high def. content, tons of it all the time

Me:

[poptartmochi]

unfathomable emotions after showering

also.. i hit tag limit on this, so watch out for a very long post if you hit read more on the tags! 😨

[moonselune]

Another one for the BG3 Ladies. What kind of kisses would they prefer to receive in order to calm them down? Neck kisses? Shoulder blade kisses? Forehead ? Cheek ? Wrist ? I’m sooo soft for all of them 💕😩

Ooooooooo this is so wholesome and cute xox

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

Karlach’s excitement was palpable, her flames flickering higher and hotter with each passing moment. The camp was buzzing with activity, but all you could focus on was Karlach’s increasing fervor. Her enthusiasm was one of the things you loved most about her, but right now, it was bordering on dangerous.

“Karlach, you need to calm down,” you said, trying to get her attention. She was talking animatedly, gesturing wildly with flames dancing along her fingertips, casting a warm glow around her. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she seemed completely oblivious to your words.

“Karlach!” you repeated, a bit more firmly, stepping closer to her. She didn’t even glance your way, caught up in her exuberance. Her flames licked higher, the heat intensifying.

You knew you had to do something before things got out of hand. An idea struck you, one that was a bit drastic but might just work. Stepping directly in front of her, you positioned yourself carefully.

“Karlach, I’m sorry about this,” you muttered, and with a swift movement, you bucked her knee.

Caught off guard, Karlach’s legs buckled slightly, and she dropped just enough for you to close the distance between you. Without giving her a chance to react, you cupped her face in your hands and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.

For a moment, Karlach stiffened in surprise. Her flames flared hotly, but then, as the kiss deepened, she began to relax. Her arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as she melted into the kiss. The intense heat began to subside, and you felt a shift in the flames. The fiery red and orange hues softened, turning into a mesmerizing shade of blue.

When you finally broke the kiss, you looked into her eyes, which were now filled with a mixture of desire and love. Her flames, now a soft, soothing blue, danced gently around you both, casting a serene light.

“Karlach,” you said softly, your forehead resting against hers. “You were getting a bit too excited.”

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine.

“Guess I was, wasn’t I?” she replied, her voice husky with emotion. “But you always know how to bring me back.”

You smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “I just couldn’t let you burn the whole camp down,” you teased. Karlach laughed again, the sound warm and genuine.

“I love you, you know that?” she said, her flames flickering brighter for a moment.

“I know,” you replied, kissing her lightly once more. “And I love you too.”

She sighed contentedly, her arms tightening around you. “Thank you for always knowing what I need,” she murmured. “Even when I don’t realize it myself.”

“Anytime, babe,” you said, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back. “I’ll always be here to help you.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

Minthara paced back and forth, her eyes flashing with anger as she recounted her encounter with a particularly obstinate merchant earlier in the day. Her hands gestured wildly, emphasizing each point of her rant.

"Can you believe the nerve of him? He actually dared to question my authority! That sniveling, spineless wretch—refusing to give us a fair price on the potions! He knows exactly who I am, and yet he still…!"

You watched her, feeling a mix of amusement and concern. Minthara's temper was as fiery as ever, and while it was one of the things you adored about her, sometimes it needed to be tempered. Her rant continued, her voice growing louder as she replayed the encounter in her mind, each word making her angrier.

Deciding that she needed a distraction, you quietly moved behind her. She was too caught up in her tirade to notice.

"And then he had the audacity to—"

"I'm still listening, Minthara," you whispered soothingly as you wrapped your arms around her waist, pressing yourself gently against her back. She stiffened for a moment but didn't stop her rant.

"He had the audacity to suggest—" she continued, her voice losing a bit of its edge as she felt your touch.

You leaned in and kissed her shoulder blade, a soft, lingering kiss meant to soothe rather than distract. You felt her muscles tense and then slowly relax under your touch.

"—that we should be grateful for his—"

You trailed more kisses along her shoulder, moving upwards. Her rant faltered slightly, but she pressed on, determined to finish her story.

"—his pitiful excuse of a discount. Grateful! Can you—"

You reached the nape of her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. Minthara shivered slightly, her anger starting to ebb away. You knew her sweet spot well, and you lingered there, kissing softly until her words became more disjointed.

"—can you imagine… what… such insolence—"

Her voice grew softer, the anger melting away as your kisses worked their magic. You continued your journey, trailing kisses up to her ear and gently nibbling on the lobe. Minthara sighed, her body leaning into yours, her rant now a distant memory.

"Minthara," you murmured, your lips brushing against her ear, "you need to relax. It’s just a merchant."

She let out a slow breath, her shoulders slumping as she finally surrendered to the moment. Turning in your arms, she looked at you with a mixture of exasperation and affection.

"How dare you derail my anger," she said, her voice tinged with mock severity. "I was in the middle of a perfectly good rant, you know."

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I know. But I think you needed this more than you needed to keep being angry."

Minthara sighed, her expression softening further as she cupped your cheek. "You might be right," she admitted grudgingly. "But don’t think you can always distract me this easily."

"Oh, I’m counting on it," you replied, leaning in to kiss her lips. "But sometimes, it's worth a try."

She returned the kiss, her earlier anger now completely forgotten. When she pulled back, there was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

"You're incorrigible," she said, shaking her head slightly. "But I suppose that's why I love you."

"And I love you too, Minthara," you said, hugging her tightly. "Now, how about we forget about that merchant and find something better to do with our time?"

Minthara smirked, her eyes sparkling. "I think that can be arranged," she replied, her voice filled with promise. "Just don't make a habit of it, or I'll have to think of a way to get back at you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," you said with a grin, leading her away from the remnants of her anger and into a much more pleasant distraction.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

Lae'zel paced back and forth, her movements sharp and agitated. Her eyes flicked towards the rest of the group, who were taking their time getting ready for the upcoming battle. Every delay seemed to amplify her frustration, and she snapped at anyone who crossed her path.

"Can you not move any faster?" she barked at Astarion, who merely rolled his eyes in response. "This is a waste of precious time! We should already be out there, crushing our enemies!"

Gale, busy preparing his spells, sighed. "Patience, Lae'zel. Rushing into battle unprepared will only lead to our demise."

Lae'zel's scowl deepened, and she clenched her fists. "Patience? We do not have the luxury of patience! Every moment we waste here is a moment our enemies gain an advantage!"

You watched her, understanding that her restlessness was born from her Githyanki training and the unyielding drive to prove herself. Her need for action was consuming her, and it was clear she was reaching a breaking point. Deciding to intervene, you approached her cautiously.

"Lae'zel," you called softly, trying to get her attention.

"What?" she snapped, her eyes blazing as she turned to you. "What do you want?"

You moved closer, ignoring the sharpness of her tone. "You need to calm down. Getting angry won't speed things up."

Her glare intensified, but before she could retort, you took a bold step forward and pressed a kiss to her nose. It was a soft, unexpected gesture that took her completely by surprise.

Lae'zel froze, her eyes widening in shock. The tension in her body melted away as she stood there, stunned and uncharacteristically flustered. The group around you went silent, watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"What… what are you doing?" Lae'zel stammered, her voice unsteady as she tried to process what had just happened. You smiled gently at her, reaching out to touch her arm.

"I needed to get your attention," you explained softly. "You're wound up too tight, Lae'zel. We need you focused, not distracted by anger."

She blinked, her face turning a slight shade of red as she realized how she must have looked to the others. Her gaze flickered to the ground, and she took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

"You… you caught me off guard," she admitted, her voice a bit more subdued. She glanced at you, her expression torn between irritation and gratitude. "I hate when you do that."

"I know," you said with a small chuckle. "But it works, doesn't it?"

Lae'zel sighed, her shoulders relaxing as she finally sat down, needing a moment to collect herself. "You are insufferable," she muttered, though there was no real heat in her words. "But I suppose it was necessary."

"Exactly," you said, sitting down beside her. "We need you at your best, and that means staying calm and not murdering our companions."

"Very well," she said with a sigh. "But do not think I will let you distract me like that again."

You chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. "We'll see," you teased. "But for now, just breathe and be patient."

She grumbled something under her breath but didn't pull away. Instead, she closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as you suggested. The tension in the air began to dissipate, and the group resumed their preparations with a bit more urgency, not wanting to test Lae'zel's patience further.

As you sat beside her, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Sometimes, even the fiercest warrior needed a reminder to find calm amidst the chaos, and you were more than happy to be the one to provide that for Lae'zel.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart was in a whirlwind of activity, her movements frantic as she darted from one task to another. Her usually calm demeanor was replaced by a tense, almost frantic energy as she tried to manage an overwhelming number of responsibilities. You watched her for a few moments, noticing the way her hands trembled slightly and how her breathing was shallow and rapid.

"Shadowheart," you called softly, hoping to catch her attention without startling her.

She didn't seem to hear you, too absorbed in her work. She muttered to herself under her breath, her eyes darting around as if she was trying to keep track of a thousand different things at once.

"Shadowheart," you repeated, a bit louder this time, stepping closer to her.

Still, she didn't respond. The anxiety was palpable, and you knew you needed to intervene before she pushed herself to a breaking point. Taking a deep breath, you moved in front of her and gently but firmly grabbed her shoulders.

"Shadowheart, look at me," you said, your voice calm but authoritative.

She blinked, her eyes finally focusing on you, but she still seemed lost in her panic. "I don't have time for this," she said hurriedly. "There's so much to do, and I can't afford to—"

"Stop," you interrupted, your grip on her shoulders tightening slightly. "You're working yourself into a panic. Just breathe and listen to me."

She shook her head, trying to pull away. "No, you don't understand. If I don't get this done, everything will fall apart."

You realized that words alone weren't going to reach her in this state. Making a quick decision, you released her shoulders and cupped her face in your hands, forcing her to look directly into your eyes.

"Shadowheart," you said softly but firmly. "Stop. Just stop."

Before she could protest again, you leaned in and began to pepper her face with soft, reassuring kisses. You started at her forehead, then moved to her temples, her cheeks, her nose, and finally, the corners of her lips. Each kiss was gentle but insistent, a silent promise that everything was going to be okay.

She stiffened at first, caught off guard by the sudden affection. Her hands fluttered at her sides, unsure whether to push you away or hold on to you. As you continued, you could feel the tension in her body slowly start to melt away. Her breathing, which had been shallow and quick, began to even out, and her hands found their way to your arms, gripping you tightly as if grounding herself.

By the time you had covered every inch of her face with kisses, she was blushing deeply, her previous panic replaced by a shy, flustered expression. Her eyes, which had been wide with anxiety, now softened, and a small, hesitant smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"You're blushing," you teased gently, your thumbs brushing across her cheeks. She let out a shaky laugh, finally relaxing in your hold.

"I can't believe you did that," she murmured, though there was no real reprimand in her tone.

"But it worked, didn't it?" you replied, smiling at her.

Shadowheart sighed, the sound more of relief than exasperation. "Yes, it did," she admitted quietly. "I just… I felt like everything was slipping out of control."

"I know," you said softly, pressing a final kiss to her forehead. "But you don't have to do everything on your own. We're all here to help. Just take a moment to breathe and let us support you."

She nodded, leaning into your touch. "I just… I want everything to be perfect. I don't want to let anyone down."

"You won't," you assured her, your hands gently rubbing her back. "You're doing an amazing job, but you need to take care of yourself too."

Shadowheart took a deep breath, her grip on you tightening for a moment before she finally pulled back, a small, grateful smile on her lips. "Thank you," she said softly. "I needed that."

"Anytime," you replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "Now, let's tackle this together. We'll get through it, I promise."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

Jaheira stormed into the tent, her eyes blazing with fury. You could feel the intensity of her anger even before she began to speak. The young Harpers had not followed her orders, and it was clear that their disobedience had put everyone at risk.

“They think they know better!” she seethed, pacing back and forth. “I’ve been fighting this war longer than they’ve been alive, and yet they still question my every command. It’s infuriating!”

You sat quietly on a low stool beside her, watching her pace with a mix of concern and amusement. Jaheira’s passion and dedication were part of what made her so formidable, but you knew that her anger, if left unchecked, could eat away at her. As she ranted, you gently took her hand and brought it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to her wrist.

“They don’t understand the gravity of their actions,” you said softly, trying to offer some solace. Jaheira shot you a look, not quite angered by your interruption, but clearly still fuming.

“They need to understand!” she insisted. “One mistake out there can cost lives. We don’t have the luxury of their arrogance or ignorance.”

You kissed her wrist again, feeling the rapid pulse beneath your lips. “They’ll learn,” you murmured. “You’re a good teacher. They’ll come around.”

She pulled her hand away, folding her arms across her chest as she continued to vent. “It’s not just about learning; it’s about survival. I’ve seen too many young lives cut short because they thought they knew better.”

You stood up and moved closer, your presence a calm counterpoint to her storm.

“Jaheira,” you said gently, reaching out to take her hand again. “You can’t carry all this alone. They will learn, and they will follow you. But for now, you need to let go of some of this anger.”

She huffed, clearly still determined to hold on to her fury. “I can’t just let it go. They need to be held accountable.”

You kissed her wrist again, then moved up to her forearm, your lips soft and insistent. “You’re right,” you agreed. “But not at the expense of your peace.”

She glared at you, though you could see the fight starting to leave her eyes. “You think you can just kiss away my anger?” she demanded, though her tone was softer now, tinged with a hint of amusement. You smiled and kissed her arm again, moving slowly up to her shoulder.

“Maybe,” you shrugged with a playful glint in your eye. “Is it working?”

Jaheira tried to maintain her scowl, but you could see the corners of her mouth twitching.

“You’re just as bad as them,” she muttered, though the fire in her eyes was beginning to shift from anger to something else. You continued your kisses, moving to her neck, then to her jawline.

“Just trying to help,” you murmured against her skin.

With a frustrated growl, Jaheira finally gave in, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into a fierce kiss. Her lips were demanding, pouring all her pent-up energy into the embrace. You responded eagerly, wrapping your arms around her and meeting her passion with your own.

The kiss deepened, and you could feel the tension melting away from her body as she channeled her anger into this moment. When she finally pulled back, her breathing was heavy, but her eyes were softer, the rage replaced by a simmering intensity of a different kind.

“You’re infuriating,” she said breathlessly, her hands still gripping your shoulders.

“I know,” you replied with a grin, leaning in to kiss her again. “But it worked, didn’t it?”

Jaheira sighed, her lips curling into a reluctant smile. “Yes, it did,” she admitted. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” you said, kissing her once more, more gently this time. She pulled you into a tight embrace, resting her forehead against yours.

“I still need to deal with those Harpers,” she murmured, her voice much calmer now.

“And you will,” you assured her. “But for now, let’s just focus on us.”

Jaheira nodded, her tension finally easing completely. “Alright,” she agreed softly. “Just for a little while.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

This request was picked at random from the requests that I recevied when my inbox was closed, that is how I will be dealing with those. Anyway hope y'all enhoyed it - Seluney xox

[wondeurwall]

Idk if u've seen rafayel's new oracle story BUT IT HAS BEEN PLAGUING MY MIND

"What if i make it up to you like this yeah?"

MAKE UP SEX WITH RAFAYEL.

TELL ME DO YOU THINK THEY'LL HAVE IT OFTEN?? But ones in a more playful sort of way not really full on arguments if you get what i mean 😩💗💗

oh my god please, nonnie, rafayel's oracle story is literally the only thing on my mind. i've been so unwell

i went in with one dream and spent everything i had because my luck is abysmal. and, the worst part?? I CAN'T EVEN BE UPSET ABOUT IT 😭🫵🏻 it wasn't what i expected. it's kind of funny ASKDDJKD!! i thought it'd be myth related. instead, i was blessed with rafayel.... kisses... 🥰

itty bitty nsfw 🔞 mdni.

rafayel would 100% down for playful makeup sex 😵‍💫💕 honestly, he'd pull any kind of excuse just to get you undressed and fucked out in bliss. he loves how pretty you look when you cum 💕 even more when he and you can get a good laugh in between because he'd appreciate lightheartedness in intimacy. after all, he wouldn't have sex with anyone else! he needs trust to do those sweet, silly things too, and he can only ever do that with you.

because i think he'd find a lot of fun with it, he'd do it often, but the sex doesn't necessarily need to be absolutely mind-blowing once initiated. banter is fun, even better when it leads to sex, but he just loves being close like that: naked and a tangled mess of limbs with the warmth coming from your body to his.

he's a night owl, so he's unintentionally ignoring your texts. maybe, even misses a few phone calls or immediately ends an incoming one, thinking it's an alarm he set up before. part of the day goes by and you're coming into his home to make sure he's doing alright. there's no use in pretending that you aren't upset. because you are upset! you didn't hear from him 💔 but, you find that he's just now out of bed after finishing a new piece of art.

"were you asleep this whole time?" you ask.

he rambles on about a sudden inspiration he had and that, "it'd be wrong to rest when the idea was too good."

you listen, nod, but truthfully some of his words go in and out the other ear. you frown at him. and, when he asks why you have that look on your face, you're quick to say, "i'm sure you can figure out why."

he knows. of course, he knows. he reads you well, just like you do him. then, his shoulders are a little hunched over, and he's laughing!

"i've really spoiled you," he says softly. his hands are on your hips the next second, pulling you close. "mm, why not let me make it up to you? i'm awake now, and we have the rest of the day to ourselves."

he lifts you and lays you on the couch. kisses you while he thinks about how many times he can get you gushing on his fingers and tongue before his cock.

OR, if you're the one making it up to him 🥹

accidentally spilling paint on a good shirt of his? you're panicking as soon as it happens. your hands move faster than your mouth, and you're halfway with unbuttoning his shirt before telling him he needs to take it off.

his laughter is what stops you. it dawns on you! but, to be fair, your thoughts don't have anything else besides: the shirt must be washed before it really stains.

"someone's being bold," he chuckles as your eyes meet. "did you plan this?"

"what?" and, the fabric drops from between your fingers. rafayel doesn't miss the way your gaze falls briefly, catching the sight of his bare chest, last 2 or 3 buttons barely laying over his abdomen. "me, ruining a piece of clothing that's probably over three times my budget? i don't think that's planning. it's called being clumsy."

your face feels warm. you take a deep breath, reach out to him, "c'mon. i'll wash it. take it off before the paint makes it unsalvageable."

rafayel clasps your wrist with his hand, steps into your space, voice deepening with a tinge of playfulness, "no, i can think of a better idea. how about me and you have matching clothes?"

he embraces you, gets you wearing blotches of paint too, and you want to argue. but, you can't find the energy to when one hand is guiding your head back and the other is tugging on your neckline. rafayel's lips move to your throat first. then, trails open-mouthed kisses along the rest of your neck, jaw, the base of your shoulder, before whispering, "it's a good idea, yeah?"

since you're the one to make a mess of his shirt first, he wants you riding him as compensation. to make him feel good? yes, sure, he loves that. though, the reason for it, most of all: he wants you using his cock like you own it. wants you aching and desperate for him. cum all over him, feel good because of him. nothing gets him going more than watching you bounce on top and moan his name so sweetly 🥰

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[brittscafe]

hiii! i really really really like REALLY loved your content, especially jjk ones bcs it helps me A LOT with my sadness while watching S2 lolll

can i request a fic?? nanami x fem!reader - reader starts overthinking about their relay with nanami that seemed distant rn bcs nanami always comes back home late with his constant overtime BUT nanami doesn't notice about it. so, one night there's just an argument about this and nanami accidentally slips off 'i never ask you to stay with me' in which hurts reader A LOT - eventually leads nanami to his realization and they finally make up when they're about to sleep (nanami saying sorry while hugging from behind and asking reader to snuggle with him)

i'm sorry if there's too much angst 😭 and i'm sorry if there are grammatical errors since eng isn't my first language 🙏🏻 but i really hope you will take this into consideration hehe

Hi! Thank you!!! <3 Really missing Nanami rn 😩 Sorry, this literally took me forever to writeeee

Nanami Kento is the hardest worker you know. He's always staying late at work and doing overtime. He doesn't seem to notice how it effects you though.

The endless nights you stay awake, sitting at the counter and your foot repeatedly tapping the ground below your, your right leg shaking rapidly.

The nervous build up in your stomach that makes you nauseous and your head spin. Of course, Nanami always comes home to you, but he's distant and you can't hide the way you feel any longer.

The front door clicks open and Nanami's tall figure walks inside, a deadpan expression on his face.

"Hey Nanami...can we talk?" you speak up quietly. Nanami's eyes meet yours for a split second and his breath hitches in his throat.

"Sure," he nods his head, setting his suitcase down. You shift your weight in the chair that you're sitting in and clear your throat.

"I have to be honest, I'm a little upset with you. You constantly work overtime and I stay up all night waiting up for you," you sigh out and Nanami cocks an eyebrow.

"You don't have to wait up for me. I've told you that multiple times, y/n. You know that I work late," Nanami explains with a firm voice that brings you little to no comfort.

"I know, but I feel like I'm being treated unfairly. I wish you would spend more time with me after work, especially since I spend most of mine time here alone. It's not fair," you explain, a frown tugging on your face.

Nanami shifts his weight and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I never asked you to stay with me." his words are cruel and cut into your feelings like a sharp knife. Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes open.

Wow.

You stare at Nanami in disbelief and the tears start to well up in your eyes. You tear your gaze away from Nanami and lower your head down, trying to swallow your hurt.

"Ok," you mumble out underneath your breath, walking off and into your bedroom.

Nanami blinks with confusion and clears his throat, shaking it off as he sits down on the couch. His mind ponders on what he did wrong as he chews on his bottom lip.

A heavy sigh falls from his lips and he runs his fingers through his hair with frustration.

An hour or so passes and it's bedtime. The door clicks open to your shared bedroom and Nanami's eyes lock onto you in your pjs. You glance over at him over your shoulder as you pull back the comforter.

The room is silent and Nanami clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"Y/n," he calls out, his voice barely above a whisper. You easily hear his voice, but ignores it. Nanami steps closer to you, clearing his throat.

"Y/n," he speaks again, this time his voice louder and clearer. You glance over at him, curling the comforter up in your fists and letting out an annoyed sigh.

"What?" you mumble out.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier. It just slipped out," Nanami speaks calmly and you chew on your bottom lip.

"I thought you didn't want me to stay with you," you scoff quietly, scowling back at him. Nanami face drops and he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He pulls your back into your chest and nuzzles his head onto your shoulder. You can feel his warm breath on your neck and it sends a chill down your spine.

"I'm sorry, my dear. I do want you to stay with me. I promise," he speaks softly, his voice comforting you. You release the tight grip that you have on the comforter and grab onto Nanami's forearms.

"Ok," you nod your head.

"Do you forgive me? Please? You know I can't go to bed without you," Nanami begs you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You giggle as his lips tickle your skin and the sound of your laughter makes Nanami's lips curl up into a tiny grin.

"Yes, I forgive you, Kento. Come here," you whisper, spinning around and gathering him in your arms. Nanami's arms wrap around your back and flatten against them.

You run your fingers through his blonde hair, massaging his scalp as you two fall back into the bed. Nanami's legs are spread out across the bed as he lays on top of you, his head resting on your chest.

He listens to the rhythm of your steady heartbeat as you warm hands running up and down his back make his eyelids heavy.

He's so thankful for you and that you spend so much time with you and staying up late.

Nanami asks you to move in with him a few days later...

[wings-of-ink]

Unto more wilder asks (not that kind 😩🙏🏻)

What if some kind of hocus pocus magic happens and the RO's see a glimpse into parallel universe and they see MC. They thought that MC would have a different fate but really, MC is still sick with some kind of incurable disease (Yeah! Too much fluff going on in the ask, I choose chaos and angst 😤)

Can I just say I love how you answer asks because you take time to craft this cute little scenarios for us to enjoy. It's like a reward for us readers 😌✨

Thank you so much for saying that. I'm glad you are liking the Asks. When I have the time, I really do like putting my mind in them as much as possible for each character. Downside is that it may take a bit of time if I have trouble. Some of them come to me easily and others I have to chew on for a while, but I truly do enjoy them - maybe too much at times!

Guess I'll have to take my fluffy mittens off for this one.

Oswin:  This isn't fair. It's not fair that his MC had to suffer already, but is this really their lot in every life? He can't help but feel that pull between them even though this isn't his MC. It feels like them, like an extension of their soul. Tears gather in his eyes as a sob bubbles up from his throat.

Zahn:  An uncharacteristic bitterness charges through them. As if MC's suffering wasn't enough already. Does that mean there is another Zahn out there too? Will they find each other? This blasted curse was the only reason they met. At least something beautiful came from it, but Zahn would change it all if it meant MC never suffered.

Duri:  Figures. It's always the best people that get the shittiest hand. How many times have they watched that play out and how many times will they be subjected to it again? They can't keep watching this.

Rune:  This isn't their MC…it isn't. They need to stop looking at this and ignore it. MC is fine, their MC is fine now. Stop looking. They bite their lip until they taste blood. Is all of creation really this cruel?

???:  A familiar disgust settles on his heart as he watches. Is nowhere safe for them? Does this mean there is a version of himself in this world too? Are they just as pathetic? Will this version of himself at least help, or will they… He needs to see MC - now. He needs to be sure that they're okay.

Thank you for the ask! I hope these are sad enough to counteract your fluff allergy, lol. ^_^

Just a side note that part of these were written while listening to "What does the Fox Say," and I think I may need to talk about that in therapy to someone, lol.

[vixentheplanet]

illicit nights | part 2

“gimme few more minutes of this feeling. for right now time don't exist.”

shuri x black!reader | 18+

Summary: You were born and raised in Wakanda, but you chose to leave to pursue a modeling career. You've amassed global fame as an international model, gracing runway shows, featuring in luxury campaigns, and appearing in fashion magazines. You're in the spotlight, and the entire world is watching your every move. After a very public breakup, you decide to return home to reconnect with your country and the people you love.

You didn't expect to catch the attention of your sister's best friend in your attempt to get over your heartbreak, let alone end up in a private sexual relationship with said friend. The Wakandan Queen.

word count: 9k

themes: model/famous reader, queen shuri, childhood friends, hookups

warnings: very explicit sexual relations

i forgot everything… the summary. the tags. the storyline. i actually almost put up the collage that was supposed to be for part 3

i think this was the song… IDK IDK. i was supposed to re-edit it but i don’t have time. 😩🤍 y’all know how i feel about this… so DON’T 😐😒

The breeze tickled your skin as you sat outside, waiting for the sunrise. Your body had only begun to adjust to the time shift, and you usually woke up early enough to have breakfast with your mother before she left for work. The majority of your days were spent catching up with friends, spending time with Izara when she wasn't at work, and visiting some of your favorite places in your hometown—also, Shuri.

It’s been three weeks since Aneka’s party. Since you had left Shuri’s bed with the vow never to sleep together again. The next morning, when you saw Izara, she whistled at you, "Look at Miss, I don't sleep with strangers." She was sitting at the table with a half-finished plate of food. For a second, you weren't sure what she was talking about as she fixed her gaze directly on the bite marks on your neck.

To be fair, you said that there would be no kissing. You did not mention biting, but you're paying for it now. “Oh, yeah.” You speak plainly, attempting to dismiss it as nothing significant, but you know it won't work with your sister. Shuri had spent much time with her lips attached to your neck and a few scattered on your chest. You try to push the images away before they take over your mind and become too vivid.

There’s a bowl of fruit on the counter, and you make your way over to it, examining your options. Banana. Pear. Apple.

Izara keeps pushing. “How was it? Who was it? Did you get their number?” She pressed for specifics about the previous night, and it was too early for you to come up with a sensible explanation.

Ignoring your sister, you take another look at the fruit before settling on a pear and biting into it. "You're asking too many questions, hurting my brain." You speak once you've swallowed. Izara made jokes about you moving back in, but it appears she was the one who did. Despite having her own place, she came here very frequently. You're surprised she came here so early in the morning; she was probably looking for leftovers in the fridge to help with her hangover.

“She went to the market, and you’re lying. I've seen you drunk. You didn't drink much last night." She accuses, and you sigh.

Hangover or not, it’s too early to ask all these questions. "Am I your next research subject?" You sass.

She takes the hint this time. "No, I'm only observing because this means you hooked up with them sober," Izara exclaims, clamping her hands over her mouth. "They must have said something to charm you. You should see them again.” You laughed at her suggestion. Shuri was the one in question, and it couldn't happen again because-

You groan, “That’s not the point of a one-night stand.”

"Well, I guess not, but it wouldn't matter," your sister thinks. “You’ll be leaving eventually, and if you had a good time, I don’t see the harm in having another go at it.” She says carefully before picking up her fork and continuing to eat, and that's the end of it, fortunately.

There's a good chance Izara would give you different advice if she knew who you ended up taking home from Elixir that night. Your sister's words lingered in your mind for the rest of the morning. There was no harm in you and Shuri being sexually involved, considering that you would soon leave Wakanda. It was strictly between the two of you. No one else needed to know, and you're both single consenting adults. The fact that she's your sister's best friend adds a layer of complexity, but if neither of you told her, she wouldn't know. You are not required to inform her if you do not choose to.

That's why, after taking your sister's suggestion, the promise only lasted 24 hours. The next night, you were back in Shuri's bed. You weren't shocked when Shuri accepted your proposal for a no-strings-attached relationship. The two of you hadn't been drunk enough to blame your actions on altered brain chemistry the first time you slept together. Attraction and lust fueled your acts.

Since you would see each other routinely, it was important to reiterate the three terms and conditions established on the first night.

No kissing

No intimacy

Izara (no one) can never find out

With that being said, the past three weeks were filled with friends, spending time with yourself, and lots of Shuri. It was relaxing, and you weren't planning on returning to work right away, but your IMG agency team wanted to check in with you.

You were lounging on the back patio of your childhood home, laptop open, waiting for a video chat from Gabrielle, your manager. It was after midnight in LA, but she worked for you; everything was on your schedule. Your agency was lenient with you, but you understood it was because you are vital to the industry. In only a few years, you became one of the top-earning models in the agency, in high demand. Though that meant nothing in Wakanda, it meant everything out there, and as a result, you are held to a higher standard.

Logically, you knew they weren't going to get rid of you, but your stomach was knotted with anxiety, not knowing what to anticipate. Was the press slandering you as a result of your absence? Does the demand for your campaign involvement decrease?

The laptop on the table chimes, signaling Gabrielle's call, and you immediately answer, her face filling the screen. As she sees your face, her smile broadens. Her surroundings indicate that she is in her home office. The night sky could be seen through the glass windows behind her. "There she is, my lovely lady. We miss you, you know?”

"I miss you guys too." For the most part, you worked with a good group of people. Your team ensured exposure and opportunities at every fashion house, show, and campaign. The money was the product of all the hard work that had gone into everything.

"The team and I wanted to check in and see where your head's at?" Gabrielle says as she shuffles papers off to the side.

Right now is the first time you’ve thought about returning to work since coming home. There was no definite time frame in your mind of when you would return. "I mean, I've missed being in Wakanda and am happy to be back. I know I'll have to go soon, but I'm not ready yet."

Gabrielle nods her head, taking in your words. “Okay, that’s understandable. Of course, we'll give you as much time as you need, but you should be aware that you're the most talked-about person in the world right now," She informs you with a broad grin. A twinkle in her eyes indicates she has some important news to share.

In the industry, that could be good or bad. No publicity was bad publicity, but still. "What do you mean?" you question. You figured once you decided to drop off the face of the planet, it would all quiet down, and the media would go back to focusing on something else.

She responds to your question with a question of her own. “Have you been on social media recently?”

“No, I logged out of all my accounts.” You weren’t actively posting or monitoring what was being said about you.

Keyboard sounds break the stillness before Gabrielle begins again, "Okay, the good news. They're doing fantastic. Your last post a few months ago received 7 million likes. You've had a few viral tweets, and you're always trending on Twitter. Your name on search engines has skyrocketed, and many people wonder where you are. Why haven't they seen you in public?"

Your manager turns back to focus on you. "People want to know where you are and when you’re back on the runway. The phones are ringing. We have brands worldwide competing for your participation in their shows for the upcoming season."

She continues. "This has the potential to be tremendous, a defining career moment, a historic moment in fashion history. The return of Y/N to the catwalk." Gabrielle illustrates her point by moving her hands in a sweeping motion to the side, demonstrating how massive this could be.

She looks at you, eyes still sparkling with excitement.

But you’re anything but, “I don’t know. When would this be?” you ask.

"If you were interested, next month you'd have to come out for a couple of fittings for other companies," Gabrielle reads from a document. It would be completely under the radar. We'll have everyone sign NDAs, and you'll be back in Wakanda in no time." The way she puts it indicates that she considered every issue or inquiry you may have that might convince you to say no.

"The shows wouldn't be until the season starts, but you'd get rehearsal and additional fittings closer to the shows. Think about it.” The details were nothing new to you. You've been doing it for a long time. Fashion Week preparations took a significant amount of time and effort.

You pick at your nails while biting your lower lip. "I'll think about it," you answer.

The woman on the screen looks honestly surprised at your response. You get it. The entire world is waiting for you. Major fashion corporations from all over the world are vying for your attention, but you're reluctant. You would have leaped at this offer a few months ago. Her tone of voice when she mentions your name, "Y/N," is quite defeated. “You can’t let Mya win.” It's as if she's been thinking about it for a while and finally feels like she can let it out.

The mention of your ex-girlfriend irritated you a little. "What are you talking about?" Was she attempting to persuade you to make a decision?

“I mean this in the best way possible. I understand how difficult it is, but you can't hide forever. Particularly not from a chance like this." Gabrielle explains, but her comments are still hurtful.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Don't pass it up. That's all I'm saying. You already know I want the best for you." She looks you in the eyes, yet her words sting. Were you allowing Mya to win by hiding? Was she satisfied knowing you fled due to the chain reaction your breakup caused?

This ridiculous fucking conversation. "Thank you," you say quickly, avoiding eye contact.

Gabrielle sighs, undoubtedly aware that she has upset you. She's been your manager for a while now. She is highly aware of your moods. “I’ll email you over everything, take a look and get back to me when you can. Take care of yourself.”

Your voice had escaped you. You finish the call with a polite nod.

Gabrielle assumed she was doing you a favor by presenting this ‘great’ news with her oh-so-helpful advice, but now you were filled with dread and regret. Is that what the rest of the world saw? Mya made you run? A heartbroken coward who would rather hide her face than deal with the aftermath of a poor decision to give her heart away to the wrong person. It's the first time you've cried since your split. You weren't upset over the broken romance. It was the fact that you were completely overwhelmed by the idea that Mya had won.

Here you were, at the top of your success, trying to figure out what to do next. Gabrielle wanted to make it appear as if the decision was yours. Still, how she illustrated and spoke about it being a part of fashion history made it evident that she was attempting to sway your mind into saying yes. Yet, you didn’t know if you wanted to, but you also knew in the back of your mind you’d be an idiot to pass this up.

You thought about going to Izara. Your sister was generally your go-to person in situations like these. Even though she was supportive, you knew that telling her you could be going would make her sad. Even though she still had work, you swear she spent every waking moment with you, and you would never complain about being in your sister's company.

It was reassuring to know you had time to think about it, at least because your mind was not in the ideal place to make such important decisions right now. You were in a daze all day, but your spirits lightened when you helped your mother test new recipes for her bakery. When your mother retired, she decided to run a bakery. She spent her whole life as a culinary master and was delighted to share her food with others. You grinned and joyfully took all the sweets she placed in your mouth. You were responsible for informing her if she needed to add more sugar or if the dough required additional butter; it was a tedious job.

Around 3 o’clock, you get a text.

Be here at 10.

Shuri. After typing a short response, you put your phone aside and spent the remainder of the day with your mom. The process of trying out new recipes was time-consuming, but she needed your help, and it was keeping your mind off of other stresses.

"You're distracted," Shuri accuses. Today was the fourth night you've been over this week; it's probably due to a lack of sex life in the months leading up to your breakup, but sex with Shuri is addictive. It's as if she passed a master class in your body, bringing forth noises you'd never heard yourself make. Reaching parts of your body you didn't know existed. Perhaps because there was no expectation of long-term dedication or closeness, which also played a role. Once the night's events were over, you dressed and went home, waiting for the next time you or Shuri sent a text arranging your subsequent encounter.

There was never any foreplay. This was supposed to be fast enough for both of you to get it out of your system and go before anyone became suspicious. That was mostly your mother and sister. Fewer people were in the halls at this time, and the queen's floor had restricted access. Except for Dora, no one was up here. Ayo always met you outside the palace to accompany you in and out as a precaution.

Shuri usually had you naked and trembling when you opened the door, but today, you were lazily sitting on top of her, rotating your hips. Zoned out. Her voice pulls your attention. "I'm not," you exhale, blinking and looking down.

Her hands come up to your waist, forcing you to stop. “You are,” Shuri argues.

Though it was a slow rhythm, the loss of it made you whine. “Stop arguing with me and get on with it.” You complain, brushing your hair away from your face. You should have tied it up. You'll have to redo it when you get home.

"You want me to get on with it?" she says, her brows furrowed. “You're on top of me."

The thought crosses your mind, "Can you take over?" you ask, sighing. She watches you with suspicion from her position below you. You can sense she wants to continue the subject, but there are other moments to start talking about everything bothering you.

Shuri is quiet for a minute before holding out her arms and saying, "Come here," You fall into her embrace, lying on her chest. The calm is only momentary as Shuri puts her arms around you, supporting her feet on the mattress, and thrusts up into you.

Surrendering to Shuri was a better idea than being in control. You lay in her grasp while she takes you apart, bringing you to that state of euphoria your body has grown accustomed to in recent weeks. That beautiful feeling you get after orgasm puts your mind at ease.

It's 2 a.m. when you're tugging your sweatpants over your hips. "It truly wounds my ego that you can walk away every time." In response to Shuri's vulgar joke, you roll your eyes.

"You know, I'm a model. I've walked away from worse circumstances." Rebalancing after an intense release was nothing if you could stroll down a runway in 120mm Louboutins. She's standing there, watching you get ready. She was waiting for you downstairs, where Ayo would meet and accompany you to your car.

You're about to tell Shuri you're ready to go when she asks, "Are you okay?"

Was she seriously going to bring this up once more? You lied when you said, "I'm alright," but you would be fine. The news from your manager was a lot to take in, and after reviewing the emails and all the details, it became clear how vast of an opportunity you had been given on a silver platter. Yet accepting this would mean being forced back into the spotlight without knowing if all of the previous gossip had finally died down. Even more so, being in Wakanda made you remember what taking a step back and breathing felt like. In Gabrielle's opinion, turning it down meant that your ex would win the prize, seeing you fragile and heartbroken.

There was too much to think about, and you couldn't unload it all on Shuri. This was not the type of interaction. You'd both gotten what you came for, and it was time to go.

Shuri must suspect you're not telling the truth. "You know," she begins. “We are still friends.” She's staring at you with seriousness, yet it's unsettling. You've never been close.

You tilt your head in reaction to her statement. You weren't friends; you spent time with Shuri when you were younger, but it was because you were stuck to your sister's hip. Izara adored you and would never push you away, even while you were in the company of her friends. However, once you gained independence, you rarely saw Izara's friends. “We are not friends. You’re my sister's friend.” You put more emphasis on it.

Shuri shakes her head, disagreeing. "That's not to say we're not friends, though." And there is a hint of disbelief in her tone.

"Name one thing we've done together," you challenged, your hands on your hips. Shuri's smirk and the way her eyes look across to the bed you've just finished in tell you exactly what's on her mind.

"When we were kids!" You exclaimed, a flush spreading across your face. She was irritable at times.

Shuri chuckles, amused by your reaction. “I’m trying to say that being Izara’s friend never meant I didn’t care about you.” Sharing your sentiments and emotions with anyone requires you to be attentive, clear, calm, and compassionate. All of these factors lead to genuine intimacy and trust. That didn't help bridge the distance you were attempting to build between you.

“I appreciate that, but I’m fine.” The tone of finality in your voice was enough to make Shuri drop the topic.

The emails Gabrielle sent you were overwhelming once you saw just how many brands there were. Dior offered you ten million dollars to start and end their show. Mugler, Tony Ward, Zahair Murad... You had previously worked with some of these fashion houses while you had just fantasized about others, and now your fantasies were coming true.

You'd be back on the radar of all the celebrity news and gossip websites if you resurfaced in the spotlight. Though, your split with Mya was in the past. What if people continue to link you to her? Mya Hope’s Ex-girlfriend, Y/N, reemerges from the dead after her ex forced her into hiding- oh, and she’s also headlining fashion week. Will your accomplishments become an afterthought?

Despite better judgment, you enter the actress's name into a web search. The universe intervenes just as you're about to torture yourself by pressing enter. The phone rings, and your sister's picture flashes on the screen.

Izara calls to invite you to her apartment to hang out. "I'll be me, you, and Shuri," she says. Immediately, it was odd she wanted all three of you to spend time together. You could understand if it was a group outing. But the three of you together? You haven’t done that since you were kids.

“Shuri?” you repeat.

“Yes, Shuri, it was her idea.” Naturally, it was. It seemed as though she was attempting to prove you wrong. You have no idea why Shuri suddenly became interested in your acquaintance, but it was completely unwarranted. Did she not realize Izara was too observant for her own good and could quickly detect something off between you if you suddenly became too close?

As far as she’s concerned, you and Shuri haven’t seen each other since Elixir three weeks ago. You put your laptop away, feeling even more nervous and anxious. One issue at a time.

You tried to come up with an excuse. You have been doing that a lot lately. “I don’t want to interfere. I have plenty of alone time with you-”

“No!” Izara is quick to cut you off, unwilling to hear any excuse. “How often will I have my two favorite people over?” And you give in because you would do anything to make your sister happy.

That's how you end up at Izara's on a Tuesday evening. Your anxiety was high. What if you and Shuri seemed a little too at ease around each other, and your sister noticed that something had changed between you two? The days of Shuri thinking of you as "Izara's little sister" were long gone since you began hooking up.

When you arrived, Shuri was already in the kitchen, helping your sister prepare snacks. Izara ushered you into the living room, handing you a blanket and telling you to relax.

She temporarily abandoned her duties in the kitchen to get you comfortable. “Shuri and I normally try to do this every once and a while,” Izara explains, turning on the television. “But I don’t mind you crashing. I want to spend as much as possible with you before you leave.” There’s a frown on her face at the thought. A ping of guilt hits you. You can’t imagine going from seeing someone every day since birth to barely spending time with them and being constantly miles away from you.

Your sister and Shuri shared the couch while you cuddled in the armchair alone. It was probably paranoia, but you didn’t want to give away anything that would suspect anything about the rendezvous you've gotten up to these past few weeks. You couldn’t believe Shuri had gotten the two of you into the situation. The woman in question emerges from the kitchen carrying two bowls of popcorn.

She holds the smaller one out to you, “I thought it would be easier for you.”

“How thoughtful,” you say, forcing a smile as you accept the bowl.

That was the first interaction you’ve had throughout the night. You both sat in your respective seats, enjoying the movie. It was good enough that it kept your attention. Occasionally, you would steal glances over at Shuri and find her already looking at you. Could she be more obvious?

Halfway into the movie, Izara hits pause on the remote, much to Shuri’s dismay. “Seriously, Zar, you could have stopped at a worse time.”

Izara’s moving the bowl of popcorn she and Shuri had been sharing onto the table. “I know we’re almost at the end, but I have to pee!”

“Hurry up!” Shuri calls as your sister throws the blanket off her and runs out of the room. You can’t help but laugh at the exchange.

The sound catches Shuri’s attention, and the laughter in your throat dies when you realize you two are alone. Without the movie or your sister’s presence, you can freely glare at her, crossing your arms to emphasize your mood toward her. “Can you stop glaring at me?”

“You’re the one staring at me.” you accuse.

Shuri rolls her eyes, “That’s because I can feel you glaring at me. Stop.”

“No, you did this on purpose, you know? You didn’t ask me if I wanted to be here tonight. You told Izara, knowing I couldn’t tell her no.” It wasn’t an accusation, simply a fact.

Shuri would never outright admit it. Instead, she flashed you a small grin. “This is a completely normal evening.”

You roll your eyes, “I shouldn’t be here, and you know that.”

“Y/N. Do you not realize how ridiculous this is?”

"You don't think it's strange that we're now making plans to spend time together after almost a decade?" While you and Shuri were alone, there was no one else there. You didn't have to be mindful of how you interacted with each other. As you began to spend more time together, especially around your sister, you would have to be extra conscious of what you were doing.

“No, I don’t.” Shuri protested. You wanted to throw the bowl of popcorn at her but opted for flicking her off and going back to ignoring her.

Given the lack of noise, you can follow your sister's movement back into the living room as she exits the restroom. “Okay! Press play,” Izara calls, announcing her return and Shuri’s pressing resume before she even has a chance to resettle on the couch.

In all honesty, Shuri chose a good film. Several actors were unfamiliar, leading you to believe it was an indie production. The storyline was interesting enough to hold your attention, and the plot twist was unexpected, which was a plus. Even though it was interesting, you were relieved when it was over.

"This was fun," Izara said afterward. Getting the dishes ready to bring into the kitchen. "It's been a while since I've seen you two together."

You’re helping with cleaning, folding the blankets, and arranging them neatly on the couch. When the comment gets your attention, You blink a few times, unsure what to say.

Purposely, and you know it’s on purpose. Shuri says, “We should find time to do this again,”

“Yes!” your sister agrees, looking at you. You hum in agreement because you can openly oppose the idea without alerting your sister's suspicions. You believe the discussion will stop there, with the hope of you hanging together again, but there are no firm plans, so nothing is certain.

Then Izara mentions, “Oh! We’re going to the beach on Saturday. You should come with us, Shuri.” You discussed it last weekend while out to lunch with your friend Eshe. Eshe told you about her and a few other people's plans for the upcoming weekend and agreed that the more, the merrier.

You shoot a glance at Shuri, giving her a look silently, begging her to say no, as Izara awaits her answer. Shuri looks you in the eye, “I would love to.”

Right then. You decide that she must despise you.

You and Shuri then depart Izara's after the cleaning is done. When you leave her apartment and head to your respective vehicles, she tells you both to drive safely and message her when you get home.

Shuri heads for the elevator, but you take the stairs instead. You decide to take your time and assume Shuri is already gone because the elevator is faster, but as soon as you exit the building, you see her leaning against the passenger door. Her determination is sexy, but you were annoyed. You bypassed her, going directly to the driver's side.

You managed to get into the driver's seat but couldn't close the door fast enough. “Move.”

Shuri leans inside the car, sighing hard. "Are you seriously upset with me?" Her tone is stoic.

"Are you really coming on Saturday?" You make fun of her serious style.

There is complete silence as Shuri's expression tightens. "Do you want me to come?" she finally says.

Now she needs your input on something. "Clearly, it doesn't matter what I think. You can do whatever you want." You reach for the door once more, but Shuri straightens her posture and shuts it for you.

She didn't contact you again for several days after that night. You didn't think much the first day. She was probably allowing you to calm down. The longer the week went on without so much as a "you up?" text or phone call, the more concerned you became. You realized how irrational you were by the time Saturday rolled around. Mainly because everything in your life had been unpredictable and uncertain. The one sense of consistency was Shuri, and now you don't have that.

You have no idea why you were so adamant about proving to Shuri that the two of you were not close. You had no reason to treat her as you did; the regret was tearing you up inside. You thought you wanted to put as much distance between you as possible, but now that you have it, it drives you insane.

This is why, when Saturday came along, you were excited at the possibility of seeing Shuri in person.

As you arrive at the beach, you immediately notice your sister setting up and laying out a towel. There are a few people you recognize surrounding her. Two of them are your friends, Eshe and Visola. But there was no Shuri.

You put your tote bag down on the ground and asked, "Is everyone here?" since it seems less suspicious than asking for one individual in particular.

"Shuri couldn't make it," Izara replies, spreading the patterned blanket on the sand.

She’s not coming. "Did she mention why?" you question, trying not to seem too disappointed. Was she upset with you?

Your sister shakes her head. “No. She tried to keep the phone call short, but I knew her. She can’t keep anything from me.”

Want to bet?

Izara frowns. "There's a lot of pressure on her in her duties as Queen. It's hard to make everyone happy in politics." Working with Shuri, she certainly knows more about what's going on than she can say, but it's reassuring to know she wasn't avoiding you but was merely responding to more immediate issues.

You don’t say anything else, not wanting to show too much interest. Others joined you, a mix of individuals you knew and strangers. The people you were getting to know asked you many questions about your life as a model, which you gratefully answered.

Wakanda had some of the world's finest beaches, where you could decompress with the sand between your toes and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. Your thoughts turned to Shuri. Why was she avoiding you? Was this her way of ending things? Have you overcomplicated things?

You couldn’t just outright ask forgiveness and say, “Let’s have sex,” that just seemed rude. But you needed to find a way to start a conversation.

You took a quick body selfie of yourself in the bikini and sent it to Shuri, writing, "Can't believe you're not here." That was playful enough to be true to the essence of your relationship while still acting as a check-in. If she texted you back, you could ask her why she wasn't here, hoping she'd be honest and not simply brush it off.

Shuri would reply as soon as she could; she had pressing matters to attend to. There was nothing you could do but wait, which was excruciating. Hours had passed while you swam, ate, laughed, and drank. Between it all, you couldn't help but check your phone for a single person's message. Nothing.

"You've been checking your phone all day," says Eshe as you collapse back down into your towel.

In the distance, you can see Izara building a sandcastle with some little kids who became drawn to her earlier in the day. "I have?" you say, pretending to be surprised. You knew your phone had barely left your hands today, except when you entered the water.

“Yes! Whoever that is, I hope to Bast that they respond soon." Eshe probably thought you were talking to someone. She's grinning at you, openly inviting you to divulge more details, but you're not going to do it.

“It’s not like that.” You explain leaving it at that. You felt bad, and not knowing how Shuri felt made you uneasy. This was really ironic... You felt like a dumbass.

Eshe rises to her feet, extending out a hand. "Whoever this is isn't thinking about you right now, and you shouldn't either. Give it some time." And you already know she's correct. Checking your phone was not going to speed up the response.

You reluctantly lock your phone and hand it over. Eshe grins and stuffs it inside the discarded shorts she wore over her bikini.

You squeeze every last bit of enjoyment out of the day before the sun goes down and the temperature drops. Along with the collection of selfies you took, you snapped a couple of photos of the sunset and Izara's sandcastle, which you helped find seashells to decorate it. Overall, you had a good time, and before you shower, you show your mother some of the photos you took. "Such a lovely smile. It's no surprise you choose to share it with the rest of the world." The comment warms your heart and serves as a reminder of how proud your mom is of you. She kisses you on the cheek before retiring to bed.

Shuri texts you close to midnight as if she can sense your never-ending thoughts about her.

I know it's late, but can you please come over?

After reading the text message, you feel relieved that 1. she wasn't mad with you. 2. Despite the fact that you've been a brat over the last few days, she was still interested in your arrangement.

Be there soon.

You immediately reply, changing into shorts and a hoodie, easier to take off.

The A.I. system recognizes your face, so the doors to Shuri’s living quarters open up as soon as you arrive. “You didn’t answer my text, you know. You’re lucky I don’t hold grudges-“ the joke quickly dies as you notice Shuri pacing around the room when you enter. She's dressed in her bed attire, which tells you she probably tried to get to bed but couldn’t with whatever was running through her mind.

She clearly isn't fine. "I apologize it’s so late. I've spent the entire day working on social and other issues, and-" She sighs, cutting herself off, her shoulders slouching.

"You're not going to like hearing all of this. All I need is to get my mind off of today." You've been overthinking, and the last few days have given you mental clarity.

You see, you're the problem, and maybe you've been taking it out on Shuri, who was trying to do nothing but be there for you, but you chose to push her away. This arrangement was supposed to be fun, but you've recently caused tension by acting in ways that seem intended to demonstrate to Shuri that you were not friends and that there's nothing left between you. What the hell is the matter with you?

Shuri has had a difficult day. They are to be expected, given the amount of responsibility she carries. While you wouldn't mind if she fucked you to vent her frustration, it wouldn't help her sense of peace. It would only be a temporary relief, and as soon as you left, she’d be right back inside her head stressing. That's when you decided to prioritize her pleasure. You would apologize another time.

You make your way over to her, removing your shoes. "It's alright, just breathe," you say as you take her hand in yours. You pull her into you and begin kissing her neck, creating a safe zone. Stripping her of her clothing, you guide Shuri over to her bed. "Lay back." You speak in her ear, and she complies.

You switched positions. Shuri was the one who needed your support to forget about the stress. Her legs parting instinctively, you bring your fingers between her folds to feel her, and she’s dripping. You wanted to make sure she made the most of this opportunity to focus on herself and her comfort.

A thought occurs to you. "I'd like you to take deep breaths in and out." You tell her, caressing her on the outside but not delving into where she needs you the most. You knew deep breathing was a good activity that helped stimulate tranquility and restore stability; it always came in handy before runway shows.

"I want you to say 'In' when you feel me inside of you," you finally say, sliding one finger into her wetness and feeling her clench around you. A breath of release lips passes her lips as you watch some of the tension melt away. "And when you feel me pulling away, say 'out' and take a deep breath."

You pull your finger back for a second, swiping along the ridged pleasure point and massaging her inner walls. Shuri responds with an "In," and as you retract, moving out and stroking around the outside of her entrance, she responds with an "Out."

The two of you continued with that pattern until Shuri's voice trailed off, no longer speaking as she relaxed into sheets.

"You need and deserve this. To be able to breathe and feel happy." You tell her quietly, taking pleasure in the way her face contorts in delight.

Breathy gasps escape her lips as she concentrates on the sensation of your fingers stroking around her, unconcerned about the tension of the day.

Your fingers were drenched in her juices, and the more you felt the moisture inside her, the more you wished to taste it. You get on your stomach with your head buried in between Shuri's legs. Shuri relaxed into your touch as you massaged circles into her skin, aware that the pleasure she was experiencing had enhanced her sensitivity.

Her fingers grasped the sheets, and her abs tensed in anticipation. You slid your tongue around the inner and outside folds before beginning a gentle licking with a flat tongue around the entire surface area. The moans from her lips turned you on and left you damp.

It was nice to concentrate only on Shuri's satisfaction. You appreciated the way her hips stuttered as you took her apart. As you pushed her further and further into ecstasy, she lapped up the sensations of arousal her body provided.

She was definitely close, and you couldn't wait to taste her on your tongue. Shuri soon had her hips working in little circles as she pressed into your fingers, chasing her orgasm. Moaning became increasingly audible.

You softly coaxed her inner walls with two fingers pushed inside her. "Mmm, Y/N," Shuri says as she calls your name. Her walls are spasming around you, and you know she's coming. Her breathing is labored, and you appreciate her strength because she's still careful not to squeeze her thighs around your head even though she's breaking.

You focus on her clit, sucking in tandem with your fingers, and soon she's letting out those lovely sounds, and her body jolts as you feel her release.

"Do you feel better?" you ask, happy at the satisfaction on her face.

"Yeah," Shuri confirms as she sinks lower into the bedding. Hopefully, she'll be able to sleep soon. You get out of bed and are ready to leave when she snaps her head up. "Where are you going?"

“Home.” You answer, straightening out the wrinkles in your hoodie from lying on the bed.

“Now? I figured we were going to-," She started, but you stopped her.

"I'd love to have sex with you, but I think you should rest. You're obviously overworked," you observed, frowning.

Her tone of voice shifts. “You think I’m going to let you leave my room without coming?” She's in charge now and not interested in a debate.

“I-“ The way she keeps cutting you off indicates that there isn't much you can say to convince her.

Shuri continues, “Giving you pleasure is relaxing. I like concentrating on you,” she admits. And that breaks you. How could you deny her? It’s enough to make you stop, but you don’t proceed to the bed, waiting for her next command.

"Take off your hoodie." She gave the order. You take the ends of the hoodie and pull it over your head. “Shorts,” Her instructions are brief but effective. You're not standing there in your bra and underwear, waiting for her next command, which never comes. Shuri simply lifts her eyebrows, and her look conveys all. She need not speak a word to command your submission. She already holds it.

You reach around to release the bra clasp, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor. Shuri is biting her lower lip as she watches you take your time slipping your panties down your legs.

You climb back onto the bed, this time with your exposed body straddling Shuri's waist. You're in the same situation you were in a few days ago, but this time no other issues are distracting you. Shuri had you under her control.

“Are you happy?” Shuri seems absolutely ravenous, eyes burning with hunger. She can't get enough of you undressed, no matter how many times she's seen you. Her desire for you never dies.

"That's not where I want you," she says, biting her lower lip again. Shuri's voice is low, silky, and seductive, and you can feel yourself getting aroused at the sound of it.

“Where do you want me?” you breathe. You were unprepared for what she said next.

She points to her face, “Up here.” Shuri chuckles at the expression on your face. Completely surprised she was requesting such a thing.

You purse your lips, contemplating her request, “Shuri, that’s-“

Her hand grabs your ass, squeezing. "Don't make me tell you again. I hate repeating myself.” The hand on your backside is a warning. Knowing what would happen if she had to tell you again, you're nearly tempted to disobey.

Carefully, you climb up her body until her head is between your thighs, supporting your weight on the knees. In anticipation, you hover above her face, fingers gripping the headboard. "Mm, it's been four days, and she really misses me."

In this position, Shuri had complete access to your sensual zone and the most important spots to stimulate. She drags her mouth across your clit, as if sampling before diving in. Stretching her neck up to take the sensitive bud into her mouth and sucking, you can feel the flat of her tongue licking side to side in unison.

"S-Shuri," you gasp, already stuttering. You had to be careful not to put all your weight on her face, no matter how much you wanted to get lost in the feelings. You were intent on not harming her in the back of your mind. Both the pleasure of Shuri's actions and the effort of maintaining your balance cause a burning sensation in your core and a trembling in your thighs.

Shuri's tattooed hand reaches out from your waist and rubs across your skin. You whimper at the separation of her lips from you. "Stop thinking and ride my face," Shuri murmurs quietly beneath you. Her words make your pussy clench.

You readjust your position slightly. "I don't want to hurt you." You've had plenty of sexual interactions, but this was the first time you'd been asked to ride someone's face.

As teeth penetrate into the flesh, you feel a stinging ache on your right thigh. The ache lasts for a split second before transforming into pleasure that has you gasping. "Did you really just bite me?"

"If you did what I asked, I'd be doing something else with my mouth. Can you be a good girl?" Shuri's words are breathed directly into your heat as if she's speaking to it.

"I love watching your pussy react to my words." Although you can't see her face, you can hear her smirk in her words. Cocky. It was difficult to loosen up even when your muscles were begging for you to do so. Even if you want to, you are afraid of hurting her; there was no place for argument in the face of such a dominating tone. Shuri grabs your waist with a punishing hold and lowers you to sit on her face.

The sensation of feeling her beneath you is exhilarating. Her tongue moves slowly around your clit, igniting your pleasure in small sparks that will gradually consume your body.

Shuri's hands on your hips encourage you to rock back gently against her face. You submit. Considering Shuri's strength, you know that if you wind up injuring her, she'll quickly remove you. You rest one hand on the wall for support, slightly moving your hips as if testing. You were attempting to appreciate it, knowing that it was making you feel good as part of Shuri's relaxation. You kept rocking as she flicked her tongue on your clit, your knuckles paling as you grasped the headboard tighter.

Shuri is massaging reassuring circles into your thigh, letting you know relaxing and enjoying yourself is okay. Shuri was no longer licking into you with her tongue, allowing you complete control of your pleasure, and the fact that she was letting you use her made you increasingly wet. "Fuck," you exhaled, moving your hips and grinding against her lips.

Shuri effortlessly lifts you up to take a breath. “You’re doing so good, baby girl.” The name sends shivers up your spine. When Shuri lets you back on her face, she keeps her tongue still, allowing you to grind against it. You're thankful for this experience; it was so unique you can't imagine never feeling like this again. Hips snapping straight up and down, you find a rhythm and lose yourself.

"Shuri, I-I-" you cut yourself off with a gasp, and your mouth opens wide. The delicate, breathy sounds you used to make have vanished, replaced by loud, high-pitched moans.

Sensing you’re close, Shuri cups your breast, rubbing the sensitive bud between her fingers. The additional sensation causes your lips to falter. One of your hands lets go of the bed, clutching the wrist connected to the fingers holding your chest.

Your free hand grips the headboard, adjusting the pressure and pace. When you come, it’s with a scream of Shuri’s name you’re sure anyone on the floor could hear. Your brain whites out as your body curls in on itself. You try to move away from Shuri's face, but her grip keeps you there as she refocuses her attention on the fluids released during your climax. Her tongue laps hungrily across your pussy.

It was most undoubtedly the most intense orgasm you'd ever had. You're not even aware that tears are welling up in your eyes.

“Shuri! Fuck! Please, Shuri!" You cried, your voice rising in octaves as your stomach tightened. You will never be able to compete with Shuri's strength. She won't let you go until she's satisfied, at which point you collapse against the wall, exhausted. Your legs continue to twitch, and your body is oversensitive, yet you move lower till you're on her chest.

Shuri swiped two of her fingers inside of you as she watched you pant and struggle to come down. Your breath hitched, and your legs shook a little more. Coated in your come, Shuri brought them to her lips. She needed more, as if she wasn’t already covered in you. You lowered your gaze. Her face glistened, and you brought your mouth to her chin, sucking at the flesh and using your tongue to clean yourself off her. “Such a nasty girl.” you just moan in response, moving to the other side of her face.

You slide off her body and onto the empty side of the bed next to her. Closing your eyes. “Someone’s sleepy,” Shuri's tone is teasing.

Your eyelids are fluttering open, “How are you not tired?”

“Stamina, it’s a gift from Bast.” She moves closer to you, and the next time you open your eyes, she looks down at you.

Taking in your tiredness Shuri informs you, “You know you can stay, right? I don't kick you out or anything. You leave as soon as we're through." That is true. Shuri will never ask you to leave. You take the initiative since there was never any reason for you to stay. But your body is against the idea of standing up right now. You can't get up, so Shuri must have gotten her wish.

Instead of responding vocally, you wrap your sweaty body deeper under the covers. She should really change these.

Shuri speaks up again when she notices this. "Thank you for stopping by. I know you're upset with me."

This time you mumble, “I’m not mad at you.” Face shoved into the pillow.

“Really? Because you slammed the car door in my face the last time I saw you."

You turn to face her, and your eyes are half-closed. "Your pillow talk is awful."

There's a moment between you, and Shuri's expression is filled with uncertainty. She is hesitant to express her feelings. You're trying to appear interested, fighting against your body's exhaustion. Maybe this talk should have happened before you had sex. “Whatever is on your mind. Say it,” you encourage instead of shutting her out.

She takes another minute before saying, "I don't want you to think that all I want from you is sex. You're not some random person, Y/N. I've known you practically my entire life, so come to me if you have a problem."

“That’s why I told Zar to invite you to the movie night.” She explains. “I just don’t want you to think I see you as a body where you can’t tell me when you’re feeling down. It makes me feel shitty.”

You’re apologetic. “ I'm sorry. I didn't notice." You had no idea how Shuri was feeling. It must be difficult as well. She could not view you like a warm body and renounce her caring attitude toward you.

Since she was so honest, you told her what you failed to do many nights ago. "I received a call from my manager," you explain. "I have opportunities flying into my lap, and of course, I'm living my dream as the most in-demand model in the world right now, but I don't know what to do. I don't know what I'm doing for the first time in my life, and it stresses me out." The words flow freely off your lips, spilling out everything you've been feeling, and it feels really good. You understand how stressful it was to hold all that in and be burdened with so much anxiety and despair.

You sigh, adding, "And the only normalcy I have is sleeping with my sister's best friend." Saying it out loud puts into perspective the reason for your actions these past few days. Subconsciously, you were concerned that spending too much time with Shuri and opening up about your feelings might jeopardize what you had—realizing now how natural it is to talk to each other without awkward silences or pauses between. You may not have actively pursued a strong friendship, but you care about her well-being as much as she does about yours.

Shuri groans next to you, “Don’t say it like that.”

“It’s true,” you mumble, sinking deeper into the comfort of Shuri’s sheets. They smelled like her and sex, but mostly like her. Your body settled into relaxation post-orgasm, and you felt yourself getting sleepy again, eyes hazy.

“Whatever decision you make, you have people who care for and fully support you.” Shuri’s words are comforting and true.

You smile, eyes closing again. “And I know I said we’re not friends, but you’ve always been in my life,” you admit.

To summarize. “You’re you, and I’m me, and we’re just us.” The smile on Shuri’s face tells you she’s content with that.

“Wake me up in like an hour,” your body no longer has the strength to fight off sleep. You turn around and finally shut your eyes.

When you reopen your eyes, you're surprised by your surroundings. This room is way too large to be your own, and there's a lot of sunlight streaming in through the windows. You sit up, aware that you are still in the Citadel. Shuri isn't next to you, but you can hear noises coming from the bathroom and assume she's getting ready for the day. You adapt to the light by blinking a few times, feeling clear-headed and revitalized.

Who says you can't solve your troubles with amazing sex and a good night's sleep? You stand up and begin your usual practice of playing hide and seek with your clothes. Shuri has returned to the room by the time you're dressed, and her eyes widen as she sees you awake.

You playfully narrow your gaze on her. "I said one hour," you complain, but your words have no bite.

Shuri defends herself by raising her palms. "In my defense, I fell asleep."

You grab your car keys as you smile at her surrendering. "I think I should go." You've definitely overstayed your welcome.

"I'll have Griot direct Ayo to keep the hallway to the rear entrance clear for the next ten minutes." She is already planning your getaway, and you can’t help the laugh that manages to escape you.

“What’s so funny?” Shuri inquires, her expression questioning.

“You are using the Dora Milaje to distract people so you can get your sneaky link out of the palace undetected.” You chastise, mockingly shaking your head.

Shuri laughs and tilts her head. “You have such a colorful way of describing things.”

Before you leave, Shuri asks, “Are we good?”

"We're fine," you say.

Shuri smiles and nods.

As you walk away, your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so much.

[angelsnkisses]

thinking about softdom!danny cooper <3

A/N: everyone's so adamant that he's a sub (no judgement here, i love me some sub!dan 😩) but oh my god i can't stop thinking about how he would be the sweetest dom.

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

warnings: softdom!danny, sub!gn!reader, unprotected sex, overstimulation, biting, creampie

• softdom!danny, who praises and praises you like no other. it's mostly for your pleasure, but that doesn't mean it doesn't turn him on, too.. in fact, he lives for the way you get all flustered at his compliments, the way you tighten around him with every gentle coo of sweet encouragement, the way you whine and moan for him and only him, all of it.

"you feel so good, darling. so, so good,"

• softdom!danny, who loves overstimulating you until you blubber and cry for him to slow down. he's nothing but sweet the whole time, but that doesn't mean he's necessarily fair. no, he's anything but. he knows your body even better than you do, and he knows exactly how to have you practically screaming into the pillows in no time. he thoroughly enjoys fucking you dumb, molding you into a melty, crying mess.

"come on, angel.. one more for me. just one more? there you go.."

• softdom!danny, who has a bit of a biting problem. he can't help it, he loves how you jerk at the sudden pain, how your surprised yelp will warp itself into a blissed moan. he'll sink his teeth into your thighs while he's giving you head, though it's never hard enough to break the skin. more often than not you'll find faint, crescent-shaped bruises on the supple surface the morning after.

"was that me? oh.. whoops. okay, okay, i'm sorry!"

(he's not)

• softdom!danny, who's allll hands when it comes to you. he can't keep them to himself, and believe me, you rarely want him to. he'll always have a firm grip on your hips, your thighs, your ass, your wrists, your chest, your neck, everywhere. best believe he showers you with praise while he's touching you, too. calling you his perfect slut, telling you how soft you are, how warm you feel.. he's very vocal, and he loves when you are, too.

"let me hear you, just like that.. you sound so pretty, baby,"

• softdom!danny, who talks you through it. he'll flip his voice to a low, comforting hum, putting his lips at your ear so he's all you can focus on. well, aside from the mind-blowing pleasure he gives you. i can literally hear his cooing, shaky voice HELP ME.

"it's too much? oh, honey, you can take it. shh, c'mon.."

"doing so good for me, hm?"

• softdom!danny, who whimpers.. a lot. need an audio-visual? watch intruders. he gets especially vocal when he's close to finishing, his voice getting gradually more wobbly until he's almost as much of a mess as you are. he'll hold you tight, his head falling forward and his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to get you to your release before he gets to his.

"gonna cum? yeah, come on, cum for me,"

"so fucking pretty, my pretty slut, f- oh, fuck,"

• softdom!danny, who babbles praises and 'i love you' over and over when he fills you up. either that, or he smashes his lips to yours in a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing up your mirrored moans greedily. he can't help but push himself as deep as he can, his rooted desire to watch his cum leak out of you fueling his fire like no other. he loves it, though he won't actually admit it..

"that's it, you take me so well.. mmhm, you do,"

• softdom!danny, who is the KING of aftercare. anything you need, consider it done. you want some tea, cuddling, and a movie? of course, anything for his sweet angel. you want some space to listen to music or take a shower? absolutely, he'll be waiting for you when you're done. one thing about danny is he loves you, and he'll do anything he can to show you just how much <3.

[not-goldy]

Hey Goldy!

We know Jimin is an amazing person. I very much appreciate his high emotional intelligence. It's sad to see some fans belittling Jungkook and saying that he's not enough for Jimin. Especially when he decided to release Golden instead of spending time to be hands-on w/ his solo album.

What do you think of those people saying that Jungkook should do more for Jimin, bec it looks like Jimin is the only one who's open to show how much he cares for Jungkook? I mean, I don't know if those people even took the time to appreciate the support Jungkook gave Jimin during Face, still, it seems like it's not enough. How do you see Jungkook's way of loving and appreciating Jimin?

Thank you!

Thanks so much for the respect you have for Jungkook I feel sooo at ease with you. Just thank you.

I think it starts with appreciation no one will get anywhere with me if the conversation is about belittling all the good work Jungkook does towards especially Jimin. The question is not that he's not doing enough- its should he or could he and does he need to do more for Jimin???

On that my answer is, they could all do more for eachother there's always room for improvement and sometimes they have to choose eachother fuck every one and everything else.

They all have their strengths. Between the two I think Jungkook risks his career more often for them than Jimin does while Jimin is the one more prone to consistent show of affections between the two.

Jungkook doesn't show out often but when he does show up he shows out- the earth quakes the sky bleeds our butts shiver and Hybe passes out from the stress of it.

Jimin is naturally kind warm and affectionate and he does care for Jungkook in a way that says it's obvious Jungkook means more to him than anyone else- even V whom he calls his soulmate.

I love when at the round table the members were asked to guess who Jimin wrote his letter to and everyone said Jungkook- I think Jin is the one who says Jimin is very predictable in that way.

It's nice to see him cater to Jungkook consistently. If it's an act he never breaks character and he takes that role seriously and he is not afraid to make big gestures too for Jungkook and I see why people love that about him. In fact I love that about him a lot.

But I love Jungkook too. I love how he's quietly losing his mind most times, quietly loving him impatiently- it's like a boiling water in a pot. Just because you only see it when the lid is sliding off don't mean the water wasn't boiling all along.

It takes real maturity to understand Jungkook. It takes depth and nuance to appreciate the kind of person he is. He is impatient with his love and over the years nothings tested his patience more than loving Jimin the way Jimin wants to be loved.

I think Jimin knows what Jungkook is capable off. I know what Jungkook is capable of. He is not a coward. He's a storm constantly being tamed and restrained.

Jimin self regulates he's the epitome of control- well not when he was young though dude was all over the place messy but the man he's grown into has worked on mastering his self control.

I don't think it's fair to compare them this way. They are two unique individuals what Jimin does for Jungkook should matter only to Jungkook and no one can appreciate Jungkook better or worse than Jimin himself.

It's a relationship. If they are not happy with each other's efforts in the relationship they are free to exit the relationship or stay and work it out🙂

But I'm not gonna lie, I love Jungkook very much for Jimin very very much😩

If I went shopping for a boyfriend for Jimin I'll take Namjoon Tae Suga and drop them at the counter cos Kook is all I can afford 🙂

[drabbles-mc]

Okay....Another one for the dirty headcanon game

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)

Parental, I'm gonna need the skinny on Manny, Angel, Gilly, Coco & RIZ!!!! 😩

🌺🌺🌺🌺<- Your flowers in advance😘

the way i have been marinating on this for all of these boys. have i delved into yet another mayans rewatch????? PERHAPS!!! no one can prove anything 😂

thoughts below the cut! 👀

manny???? manny with no damn surname??? i know deep down in the corners of my soul that this man is fully aware that he was put here on this earth with a neck like that because it was made to be kissed and bit on. he is too smart to not know that. i know he knows it and i know he enjoys it. he can ink that shit up all he wants but it's not gonna stop me!!! that's for damn sure! 😈

and i also think that he is the type to reciprocate in kind, too. he knows better than anyone that kissing on his girl's neck is gonna turn her into a puddle 'cause it does the same damn thing to him. and i know he's the type to hold your jaw while he does it too to give himself better access. he's not a man that's gonna be stopped once he's set his mind to it. i also think he's the type to kiss your hands and knuckles too. just so he can look at you while he does it. as far as marking goes, i think he'll do it if he knows that his girl is into it but i feel like he doesn't do it in the possessive way that other guys do sometimes. he knows he's got you he doesn't have to worry about things like that. and he's right! 😌

you and i both know that Angel is gonna kiss you wherever he can reach at any given moment. he doesn't care. he will find a way he will make it work. any exposed skin is fair game. lounging on the couch in shorts? congratulations: thighs and calves covered in kisses. cooking in the kitchen wearing a tank top? winner winner- you are no longer cooking because he is kissing all over your shoulders and arms and you're not about to burn yourself trying to stop him. thought you had about five seconds of privacy going from towel to pajamas after your shower?? sike!!! you already know what happens next 😈

i also think that Angel, with a leg/torso ratio like that, is definitely the type of guy to go weak in the knees when his girl does that thing where she starts off kissing him on the lips but then kisses down his whole chest and stomach when she's dropping to her knees to go down on him. like he's already stoked because he know what's about to happen, but then she does that???? he's done. game over. everybody wins. he's also got an unspoken but perfectly well-known rule that for every mark he gets he gives one in return. it's only fair that way, after all. and he's not wrong! he's gonna pretend to pitch a fit about it though.

Gilly "i'll kiss you wherever i can reach while i'm holding you someway somehow" Lopez. cupping your face with both hands while he kisses you on the lips. hands on your chest while he's kissing your neck. slipping them into your back pockets or in the waistband of your jeans while pulling you closer and kissing your jaw and shoulders. hands on your thighs and ass when he's got you on your back kissing down your stomach and between your lips. Gilly said kissing is a full-body activity and he ain't ever been wrong!

all things being equal i think that Gilly is the type to lose it just a little bit when he's got someone who is just very gentle and soft with him when they kiss him. there is a time for being rough of course of course but Gilly who has seen and done and been through so much definitely still double-takes when his girl just peppers soft little kisses in passing. a peck on the cheek or the shoulder when she walks by or doesn't want to distract him from whatever he's doing but still wants to give some affection. i dooooo think that this man will get weak if you kiss his hands. pressing a kiss to his palm when he's holding your face, kissing his knuckles when you're holding hands. he's all about it. new level also instantly gets unlocked the second you suck on his fingers i don't make the rules but i do know that that's one of them 😏

I think that Coco is another one who is very touchy when he's kissing but it's 110% about making sure that you are just as in the moment of it as he is. if he's kissing you AND you can feel his hands and body against you everywhere there is no way you're thinking about anything else besides him and that is exactly what he's looking for. he doesn't really care about PDA all that much, not when he knows that behind closed doors he can have you pinned back against the wall with your hands gripping onto his shirt or running through his hair. there's no contest there for him. he knows what he's about.

Coco's also the type to try and roll his eyes and call you childish when you leave hickeys on his neck where the guys will be able to see them and give him shit about them. but you also can't help but to notice that he never actually tries to stop you. you also notice that you'll catch him looking at them in the mirror in the bedroom or the bathroom and smiling after the fact when he thinks you aren't paying attention. he's not one who is much for thinking about the past unless it's something like that. how could he not?

Michael Ariza, mi amor. the man who deserved to be showered in 1000 kisses on that show and got none 😭 whenever I think about him I always think about that scene where he's playing guitar and sprawled in the girl's lap at the clubhouse. I just. i KNOW my man wants to be laid up like that with his girl all the time. got easy access to kiss her legs and grab her hand to kiss that too. gets to pull her down and have her kiss him on the lips. all that soft mushy stuff?? sign that man the fuck up he's all but begging for it. he just wants someone to hold his face while they kiss him and I personally don't think that's too much to ask for 🥹

I doooo however think that he is not the type to really be into being marked up or do a whole lot of marking. I've got no evidence to back that claim except a feeling in my gut. he's not gonna pitch a whole fit if it happens (or maybe he will 😂) but if he sees it's gonna he is gonna distract and divert somehow.

godddd these boys. they'll be the end of me. 🥵

Dirty Headcanon Game

[chromateclipse]

Okay, so you like Velvet and Veneer? Well, if you get the chance, I want you to speak! TELL ME EVERYTHING!! I want you to give me headcannons please, as many as you can think of :)

pls and thx!!

AHHH! OK so I've never done anything like this but I put as many as I could think of. If I come up with anything else, I'll edit this and add it (or just make a new post) 

(lots of words ahead 💀)

General headcanons :

- They one hundred percent had the Barbie mugshot but with Velvet's deadly stare instead

- and Veneer made sure he looked good; they are taking a picture after all

- I think Velvet might be a little taller than Veneer but they're both taller than average

- never leaves the house without heels or platforms or both

- Veneer has must-be-wearing-a-crop-top syndrome. Can't be cured 😔 

- I'm sorry but they totally sang Circus by Britney Spears. That song is so V&V coded and has female and male vocals too 😩

- The sass is too hard to contain for this duo. Once a sly thought appears in their mind, they have to voice it (but I'm not complaining. They're iconic) 

- Veneer can be a little blunt or rude sometimes. I know ppl like to imagine him as just the caring and silly sibling but he did everything Velvet did. He just had morals that started to kick in once the threat of being a killer was thrown at him. 

(I mean did you see him nearly just toss Floyd down the toilet 💀)

- of course, I still think he is silly and kind and chooses to do so for a fair portion of the time but he's no stranger to being ignorant to most of his wrongdoings as well

- and I think they both have some trauma from practically killing Floyd. GET THEM THERAPYYY

- I think Velvet would like decorating and making things ✨Aesthetic✨

- like a little journal that she'd write her feelings in and then fill with beautiful stickers and photos (totally not a burn book....) 

- I think Poppy would love love looove to see Velvet's journal filled with beautiful stationary. She'd probably get her into scrapbooking and they'd make the cutest little displays or books just brimming with photos, cutouts, diagrams, and more. 

-Poppy and Viva can be a little overwhelming for Velvet at first but they'd totally become great gal pals and just chat all day. 

- and at first, Bergen features might be a little....alarming to Velvet but she'd learn to love Bridget just like Poppy does

-also both are invited to the broppy wedding... 👀

- she also of course become friends with the BroZone brothers but I get more into that below ⬇️

"Story" headcanons :

- So for Velvet, I think in the movie she was so blinded by her need for fame and luxury that she didn't notice how her family (Veneer) helped her and stuck around through all the things she said and did. This would separate her from being just a complete villain because I do believe that she can reform herself into something better

- In Jail, I think Velvet would really hate it and everyone around her. She probably wouldn't want to talk to Veneer at all at first but being alone might give her time to reflect on herself

- over a little time, I think she'd realize how Veneer was always there for her and understood her ways. She'd definitely come back around and they'd be back to being as close as they were before, maybe even more

-It would take some time for both Velvet and Veneer to adjust. 

- Veneer would dislike jail very much. He's so used to his life of luxury that I'm sure he'd be surprised by how little you get behind bars

- and with Velvet wanting to be alone, he would probably feel more alone than ever

- but he knows he did the right thing and even though prison sucks, he'd get through it

- Veneer would probably try to make friends with some of the people there but it is prison soo.... I'm not sure how well that would go. 

- if anyone came to visit him, he'd be so happy cuz jail is sooo boring and he'd finally get to yap away to somebody who knows him.

- you just know they'd be styling that prison jumpsuit the best the can

- can you sneak heels into jail??

- Velvet and Veneer are kinda "eye candy" for the criminals in jail and they might get targeted by those who are jealous or looking for a fight

-Velvet's not the only one with an attitude problem, Veneer can very well relay a comment or two that can easily get them into some trouble. He'll have to work on that along with his sister, learn how to correctly treat the people around them

 - After they become besties again, they'd have each other's backs like never before. I think Velvet really really does care about Veneer and if anything ever happened to him, she'd be devastated. This time, she'd really like to treat him how he deserves and nurture that sibling bond. 

- and you know once anyone throws hands with one sibling, the other comes swinging

- 💥KNOCKOUT💥

- not the best thing to do if you want to get out of jail fast but hey, nobody messes with twins and gets away with it

- Due to other more serious situations being forgiven in the past, I think Velvet & Veneer wouldn't be in prison for too long. I can easily see BroZone forgiving them and offering to help the twins with whatever they'd need

- Veneer would definitely become great friends with Floyd and even Bruce. After all, he knows what it's like to be sensitive and a heartthrob 😌

- and I can see Velvet relating to Branch and J. D. She's probably a control freak (or was) and always wants everything to be perfect, just like John Dory. That's something they'd both have to work on. And I think Velvet and Branch can relate to one another's sassy sarcastic comments and occasional snide remarks. 

- I can also see them joining Clay's sad book club. I need to see a scene of Veneer just balling his eyes out after finishing a book while all the others just pat him on the back 😆

- @horrorartist23 did a couple of drawings of Velvet & Veneer(or maybe just Ven idk) working at Bruce's Beachside Bar and I LOVE THAT IDEA SO MUCH.

- ESPECIALLY since Bruce said his family was a total Veneer household. I think it would be so cute for not only his kids getting the chance to meet Vel&Ven but also for Vel&Ven to get a little bit of real work experience.

- it would be so good for them to work at a place like that to learn about themselves and a work environment.

- plus the whole island is gorgeous and pretty luxury, which would fit into they're ideal environment. AND everything is Rageon sized so they don't have to worry about being too big!!

- They'd literally be working hard and making it look easy 💀

- I think it's perfect and I love it

-after jail and therapy, I think Velvet would really love the life she has. She'd of course still make mistakes sometimes and her sass will never leave. That's just who she is and none of us would want to change that . But she'd have a way healthier mind and so would the people around her. 

- I think both of them might want to actually learn how to sing and dance like real performers 

- Velvet hates making mistakes or not being perfect at a skill immediately. I know how that is and it's really difficult to get past but with more encouragement from Veneer and even the Brozone brothers, she'd become the star she always knew she was. 

- And Veneer would take initiative for himself and practice performing like a real idol. I feel Veneer would also struggle with wanting perfection immediately but I think he'd really fall in love with dancing and this would help him keep up the determination. And he'd be really good at it too after some practice

- Knowing how good they can be if they put in the work would be a huge motivator too. Cuz they only stole Floyd's talent, not his voice. And because of this Velvet knows that she sounds good when she's at her peak in skill. They know that they can be amazing, they just have to work for it this time 

-Trying to become famous again for the right things would definitely be hard. They're reputation is awful

- BUT, I think Mount Rageous would give them a chance to prove themselves. Considering how all Rageons are obsessed with media, fame, and celebrities, I think they couldn't resist the bait of former popstars Velvet & Veneer coming back to the stage, this time with their own talent that they've truly worked hard to perfect. 

- And they'd deserve it for how much work they put into reforming their lives. 

- Plus, nobody can take away their love for the stage and performing. They're too iconic to forget 💅

- and you know I'd be keepin' my eye out for that V&V/BroZone collab 🌟

- First live performance with BroZone, Velvet and Veneer are getting their Perfect Family Harmony. And you can bet it will be the most amazing thing to ever grace the planet

- I'd die 💀

That's all that I can think of right now 🤔 I hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts on these two. I really really love them and getting to write this down was really fun. If you have any ideas you'd like to expand upon or thoughts you'd like to share, let me knooww! And of course, Thank you sweetgirl15161819 for sending this ask!! 💖 💖

[littlesislovesyou]

It's okay. Not something anyone can control...I just wanna pull myself away as fast as possible into my safe space. And I'm sorry you understand that if it means you've went through similar before. But the relation does help. I'll be okay I hope. I'll do my best and that's all anyone could ever do. And trust me you're already helping me feel better sweetheart. 🖤

Thank you I really appreciate that. Part of my self care however speaking to people who make me feel happy or comfortable for my own mental health my doctor said so >:3 so it must be true and I'll be keeping that by talking to you here.

Once my brain is a little less scrambled and overthinking... I'll see if I'm in the mood and can actually use my brain to respond to the other ask and if not sorry but I'll do it tomorrow. Wouldn't do me or you any good to write these if my heart, soul and cock wasn't in it yk?

And my cock should be in you, my sister's cunny~ With my heart and soul connected to yours...after all we've always been close and tight knitted ever since we were kids and you're always there for me...there's no one I'd be able to resist giving it all to than you. Even if I was married and you lulled me in after visiting for the first time in years and us catching up...your hand in mine and suddenly you're in my lap and asking me if I'd do anything for my sister and I'd respond to that by forcing my lips against yours and hearing you yelp and gasp into the kiss as you relax and begin grinding in my lap and kissing me back. There's no one I'd sacrifice anything for more because I know you'll be there for me at the end of time...no different than my own wife <333

I'm happy you're feeling better and I appreciate you more~ And that's fair work sucks LOL and it's nice to get into your safe space. At-home where you can unwind and do whatever you want with the remaining time in the day.

Well...it's a safe space until a masked stranger like me shows up but who's counting~ 🤭🔪

But it's that thought alone that keeps me going and waking up in the morning no matter how much I struggle to get up or how depressed I feel. Better days will come. And there's no gain without struggle (even hot struggles 👀)

I'm sure you would if you knew who I was...the price I pay for being a mysterious, fucked up stranger behind a mask ready to ravage you at a moment's notice...! The things I do to ruin your panties and make you unbelievably horny...worth it lmaoooo

No amount of kindness I've shown do I believe you to not deserve. Same for the depraved, fucked up things I've whispered into your ear that I know you secretly enjoy~ <333

You always make my day better and I really appreciate you alot too. Thank you so much 💕 It means alot to me and I'm glad if I can brighten your day even a little bit...

And fuuuuck how do you effortlessly slide in with your teasing flirty nature as smooth as butter 😩 my mood is changing rapidly in the horny direction and this is your fault.

Now I can't get you helping me destress in bed late at night out of my head. Seeing your head in between my legs while you wiggle your hips in a hypnotic manner that has me fully entranced 🥴 Seeing that ass sway that I need sat on my face immediately would do unspeakable things to my mind. 🖤🖤🖤🖤 Like wanting to do anything make you ride and cum on my face and tongue~

It’s easy to want to do that, I understand, if you have to you have to🖤🫶 no judgment here, I am really glad I can help though, and hey just take your time<3 I also have insomnia so I don’t sleep a lot, so I’m here especially if you need someone to talk to!

Hehe I’m glad I can help with your self care then🫶☺️ I definitely don’t mind at all<3 and hey I really understand, sometimes you just have things going on so I won’t push you to do that if your hearts not in it hm? 🩷

Also I completely get it, sometimes it is a tough thing to do but it is worth it🖤 I hope whatever you’re struggling with right now passes, just try not to be too hard on yourself🩷🩷

Aghhh if only I knew who you were so I could keep teasing you in dms~<3 hehe I’m only teasing;’) but seriouslyyy, I think you’ve already ruined multiple pairs of mine already🥺🫶

Ahhh hey🥺 you started it! I can’t help itttt, I think I just like making you horny, you mysterious stranger<3

And agh why did you have to say thatt;’) now I’m just imagining sitting on your face<3 making it all wet, would you grip my thighs hard, pulling me into your face more?🩷🩷🩷🩷

[willowser]

love island kirishima would have me so sick and tired bc i just Know he’d come back from talking with another girl and be all “i think she wants to be friends! ☺️ how cool is that!!” and like… i’m not trying to look insane on national television so i’m just like, “the 😬 coolest 😬” and then excusing myself to go float facedown in the pool

or like !! he’s so big and burly and helpful ?? so the others are always bein like “can you get this off the top shelf for me?” or “ugh, i can’t climb up here—can you give me a boost?” and he’s just So Happy to help !!

and it’s so hard bc people are telling you he’s playing you, other guys in the villa are offering to help you give him a taste of his own medicine. and , it’s SO tempting bc you’re really going through it! but you know that he’s just…chronically kind. and intentionally hurting him just feels too wrong .

basically, being coupled up with kiri is an exercise in patience and trust i’m just not sure i’m cut out for 😩😩

LITERALLY IT WOULD BE SO MISERABLE !!!! floating face down in the pool akfhsoakq EXACTLY !!! he's tells one of the new girls, "yeah i'm doing great in my couple !! very happy !!" and she's like, "so does that mean you're totally closed off ? 🙄 not gonna get to know anyone else ? 🙄" and he FEELS BAD !!!! SO HE'S LIKE, "oh, no ! i still want to get to know everyone !" LIKE. BABE. STOOOOP. SHE'S BAITING YOU.

omg. and you are so right. your closest friends see him being so interactive and kind and !!! they're telling you not to ignore the red flags !!! and you don't want to 🥺 you don't want to be made a fool 🥺 but he still sits close by you and hugs you and kisses your head so he really cares, right ?? RIGHT ??? AJFHSKKAKA

as one does, i have now constructed an entire season for kirishima love island au LOL and it would be STRESSFUL THE WHOLE WAY i think. like if another girl grabbed him from your couple, he's so nice and earnest and kind that i think he would be one of those, "it wouldn't be fair for me not to sort of get to know her, too" and like YEAH THAT'S THE POINT BUT !! 🥺 NO STOP !!!! akfhskaka yeah. i would lose my mind. absolutely not cut out for it.

[nametakensff]

as someone who's rarely super horny, your posts about how quickly things excite you and how badly you need to... "take care of" yourself are both fascinating and hot... i hope this isn't creepy btw

Hey anon, not creepy at all! 🥰 I'm glad you get something out of those posts, I sometimes feel like I'm being too forthcoming with that kind of thing but then I remember this is an adult fetish space and allow myself to overshare lol

Some related rambling under the read more!

I can go days without wanting to get off if I'm just not really in that frame of mind, but when I am...it's almost impossible to ignore arousal. It's like I get tunnel vision and I can't focus on anything else but how badly I need to have an orgasm. This fetish does not help - it's like an instant switch from nothing to full on soaking wet, sometimes 😮‍💨

It can be inconvenient as I'm sure I've stated before - I have masturbated in work bathrooms more than I would have liked, excused myself from social gatherings to sneak away for a moment, and when I was younger sometimes ended up late to things because I feel like when I get to a certain point I can't ignore it. Like if you looked over at me at work I'd be drumming my fingers on my desk, bouncing my leg etc. The only way to resolve that frustration is EXCESSIVE exercise or to bust a nut. The second is usually more viable and a lot more fun lol. Luckily I wfh now, which is great for so many reasons but also comes with the wonderful bonus that I can get myself off when I need to and can take my time and use toys

I usually need to get off multiple times to experience complete physical satisfaction and achieve emotional release that makes me feel nice and calm. My nervous system is allll over the place. A series of really good orgasms usually makes me cry and I love when that happens :') Endorphin overload! It would be nice to be someone who is either satisfied with one orgasm or who has intensely powerful ones consistently enough that they can be one and done. Sometimes having an orgasm just makes me hornier. How is that fair?! 😩

I...guess some could say I exhibit compulsive sexual behaviour or hypersexuality? but idk, really. If I do I'm not especially distressed by it apart from being irritable when I can't get any relief - but it's no different to getting frustrated in other ways, which is frequent when you're an autistic, adhd and ocd haver lmao

But yeah - I'll probably continue to make posts moaning and oversharing about my masturbation habits and endless horniness so. I hope you continue to find them hot and fascinating 💕

[discluded]

I love love the fact that Mile Spoils Apo…and I’m not speaking in a materialistic way(although he does that too 🙊) but I’m speaking in the sense of how quickly Mile caught on to the fact that Apo is very sensitive to detail and he stored that information deep in his soul (and effectively used it with Apo) and he was able to pick up on things like the fact that Apo doesn’t use cologne but a alum stone stick (the fact that Mile paid attention to that maybe saw Apo wear it and it stuck to him) the fact that he started of by teasing Apo that he talked a lot yet he later understood that, it was Apo’s way of showing he cared (wanting to know everything about the person shows how invested Apo gets) so then when they wouldn’t film together Mile proceeded to call Apo to ask about his day ( if he ate if he drank water if he had a good shooting day)🥺 the way that he kept his phone off night mode until he was able to talk to Apo. The way he would actively take care of Apo on Set and then the one that I think hit me square in my chest and left me no doubt of the absolute adoration Apo feels for Mile is whenApo was doing his Birthday live on IG and “jokingly” (I personally don’t think it was a joke) said “How can I live with out Mile if he’s the one that takes care of Me” cue my tears 😭 the genuine care that Mile put into connecting/ understanding Apo was really what won Apo over. Knowing how they said that Mile was the first to open up to Apo and it gave into Apo returning that trust. (Also Apo GIVES as much as he gets and he returns to Mile tenfold) but I think it hits me a bit more with Mile bc he seemed to be a bit more rough.. ??(idk what word to use) in the beginning and and to see the little by little process of sweetness is just you know 😩😭 and now we have a Mile the almost never says no to Apo, I think I’ve only seen it twice. We see a soft spoken man that is always taking care of Po. And yeah let me just 🚶🏽‍♀️🚶🏽‍♀️ (Last but not least let’s never forget when Mile told Apo that he wasn’t weird that he just had character just like everyone else had theirs) and then we can hear Jeff in the back saying how “it’s so weird to hear Mile say that, since he rarely says this type of things” 🙈💓

The love that I have for these two individuals is going to burst out of my heart ❤️

ANON I CRYYYYYY you read my mind on everything.

One of the most telling aspects is how differently they act at the beginning when they were just getting to know each other and now. And yeah, I think you're right that "rough" is probably the right to describe how Mile was acting... but to be fair, it's often the way guys show affection, which would make sense at the beginning of their relationship.

But I think it's also suuupppper interesting in contrast to see the fact now how they act vs. with close cast mates that they both still rough house other castmates but not really each other as much. The only recent time I can think of is Singapore, Apo shaking Mile and making him dizzy lol, but even the tone of that is different where Mile was clearly happy to accept it until he got dizzy and Apo knew when to stop, where as Jeff begrudgingly had to accept their affection in the video 😂😂😂🤣.

Mile has already said that for him, money is not a problem. And Apo's affection and attention isn't so cheap it can be bought. The most important thing, and most limited resource Mile has, is time and Mile gave Apo all his time and attention. Apo saw that and returns all the attention and time and affection 🥺

As for the Feb IG live, I raise you:

We're not gonna see any more IG lives. :') Which I'm OK with. The more they realized they have eyes on them, the more they retreated for their own privacy, which is normal. Their relationship is not for consumption, it's not for the fans, which is why it's so precious and they protect it and each other.