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pinkwright · 1 year

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party monster | shuri udaku.

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starboy set : chapter two

pairing — panther!shuri x partygirl!y/n

trope — bestfriends 2 lovers

inspo — party monster by the weeknd

warnings — they platonically kiss yall, fingering (reader receiving), cunnilingus (reader receiving), possessive!shuri, cocky!shuri, confident!reader, sub!reader, dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, dirty talk, humiliation kink, mean!shuri, they fuck (its my first time writing that shit pls be niceeee 2 meee), loveee theyre in love, lets pretend wakandas a perfect world n drugging doesnt happen there so it doesnt matter if her drink is left unattended lol, shuri lowks has a claiming kink, crying reader, overstimulation, shuri gets off on the reader being a needy girl, theres a lil surprise in the end hehe, yeah.

a/n — erm erm hope them finally doing the deed suffices, i kept stopping to take breaks omfg like wheres the class ?? anyway hope u like it !!! <3

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dedicated to @zayswriting bc she's lowks the reason this set exists <3

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and i've seen her get richer in the pole. i've seen her, i knew she had to know, i've seen her take down that tequila.

you’re passionately singing along to the bass-heavy track, the drink in your hand dangerously close to spilling over, as you hold eye contact with riri, the girl relaying the lyrics to you as you dance with each other. the people around you are joining in, the crowd vibing along with the both of you as you turn to whine on the vivacious girl. she raises her own drink in her hype, spurring you on, and you laugh loudly as your body moves, your voice lost within the song.

the lights flash blindingly, and it makes you dizzy in the most self-gratifying sense, the world feels like it's spinning quicker on its axis and it makes your blood rush; you lived for the thrill. it makes you smile hazily as you shift your gaze to look back at the pretty girl against you, feeling her match the rhythm of your hips with her arms in the air, tight abs on display, as she sings to the crowd, the people shouting back at her; cameras pointed at the both of you from every angle.

you lift yourself upright, turning to face one of your best friends, as the beat slows toward the end of the song and you’re downing the remainder of the sweet cocktail in your grip, when firm hands slide down your waist and your hips to gently adjust the risen hem of the gorgeous pink dress that is sitting pretty on your figure.

bouncy curls kiss the skin of your bare collarbone, the warmth of her figure encasing you when she presses against your back. then she’s sliding her arms to wrap around your shifting waist, slowing you down to match her rhythm, and tightly pressing the palms of her hands against the skin of your stomach. your smile widens, riri flashing you a discrete smirk before her attention is back on the crowd circled around you, the next track being one of her favourites.

the sensual movements between the girl behind you and yourself catch some wandering eyes, the pressure and heat of her were too dizzying for you to direct your attention elsewhere, hence the stray and arguably, heated stares go undetected by you. it makes shuri smirk into your neck, although she never lifts from her intimate position against you, her predator senses were aware of all the eyes on you, taking you in; and she knew they were wishing for a chance miracle with you, one that would never come to pass.

her hands press you tighter against her in a test of control before releasing you to spin your figure around to face her, her gaze dark as she takes you in, before she's leaning back into you to speak over the ear-splitting music. her voice is cocky when it’s entering your ears and settling in your hazy mind, “i know chocolate is your favourite, but i’m hoping you like the presentation too, picky girl.”

when she pulls back to look at you, your face is laced with confusion, your eyebrows scrunching further when she simply laughs before shifting her gaze above your head, and the music is softening as the club starts to countdown. your jaw drops when you turn to follow shuri’s gaze, monet walks through the path the splitting crowd makes, a huge smile on her face as she holds the prettiest cake in her hands.

when she reaches you and places the treat in your hands, the crowd is already loudly singing to you, the smile on your face is blinding and shuri sticks herself behind you, bringing her face to your neck as she murmurs the song in your ear, her warm breath fanning goosebumps across your skin making you giggle. when the song ends, she squeezes your hips, and sweetly whispers to you.

“make a wish, baby.”

the bashful smile on your face is twitching with the way you’re trying to keep it down, your eyes fluttering closed as you silently count your wishes, before excitedly lifting the cake slightly to blow out the sparkling candles and the crowd erupts into cheers that are soon drowned out with the steady rise of the beat of your favourite track.

shuri reaches to take the cake in her hand and grabs a hold of your own as she leads you to the calm of the vip section. riri, and monet follow behind you with drunken smiles, they’re such lightweights, and the thought makes you laugh as you step into the secluded glass room. the friends of your friend group are gathering to greet you one after the other, so it’s a while before shuri can have you to herself, firmly pulling you to sit in her lap in a secluded booth.

the sigh that leaves your lips is happy as you wrap your arms around her neck, her hands settling on your thighs that are comfortably straddling her, and you’re singing along to the mellow afrobeat now playing, your glossy lips sensually wrapping around the low words you sing to her, fighting off a smirk when shuri can't seem to look away from them.

“and i know i’m in trouble, she manipulate my love o, hmm. i no holy,” and the slight movement of your hips is pure instinct, the music tempting you with its beat. when you go to rise off of shuri, to live your youth dancing in the centre of the room with the blinding lights flashing your night away, she doesn't let you get far. her lids are lowered to follow the enticing circle of your hips on her lap, the grip she has on your thighs tightening as she guides you back down onto her.

the sound of protest you let out is met with her amused stare, her fingers stroking your skin as the smirk grows on her face at your impatient squirming. she lifts one of her hands to reach for her glass of gold liquid, taking a sip, and she chuckles when you grab her wrist to guide it towards yourself, your gloss staining the rim as you take a heavy gulp.

“you were just gonna leave without giving me a kiss, pretty girl?” her voice is light and cocky, the glass sounding a soft 'clink' when it’s placed on the table, and her eyes are twinkling in mischief when she squeezes the softness of your thighs in question.

and you make a sound of disbelief, not because she wants a kiss because that was a normal way for the both of you to show each other affection, but because she wanted one on a night where you wanted to get laid under someone else – to bury your feelings for her, the obnoxious voice inside your head sounds before you can offer a rebuttal.

“shuri, stop.” a large smile unconsciously breaking through your irritated façade, “how am i supposed to pull with your lips on me?”

shuri lets out a full-blown laugh at this, her nose scrunching as she drops her forehead to rest on your chest, and, unbeknownst to you, she can hear the beat of your heart start to race at the sound; it makes her own flutter. the sight makes you giggle giddily, your nails lightly scratching the back of her neck, pausing, before pulling gently on the soft curls at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back so you can drop a soft peck on her lips.

when you pull back, your face is warm, still not used to the act, and especially not used to the way her eyes darken as her tongue swipes over her lips, looking like she’s searching for the slightest taste of you; before she can do anything else, you’re swinging off her. you hear her shift to sit up as your legs wobble slightly at your quickness to stand, a noise of alarm deep in her throat that makes you twist on your heels. when you face her, her gaze is on your heels trailing up your legs, and sliding up your body when you start to walk backwards in light, and bouncy movements.

her eyes roll when they see that you’ve swiped her drink, the gaze shifting to meet your smirking mouth as you lift the glass to your lips, teasingly mouthing the lyrics to her before you take a languid sip, dropping her a sultry wink before swiftly turning to join the dancing crowd outside the enclosed space, your hips swinging naturally as shuri shakes her head, letting out an exasperated sigh, you were such a tease.

“maybe another life you’ll be my wife and we’ll get it right e don cast, last last.”

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shuri’s arm is draped under your ass as she carries you into her apartment, trying to maintain your modesty, and your legs tighten around her when she shifts to remove her shoes, shifting you effortlessly between her arms. your head lazily lies on her shoulder, your lips brushing her neck as you ramble happily to her, thanking her for the surprise, and the gentle shift of your body as her legs carry the both of you to her bedroom soothes you.

she gently lowers you onto her sheets, her lithe figure following to lie atop you and shuri smiles as she lets herself enjoy the feel of you against her, way more than she should. when she goes to pull away to get you clothes to sleep in, your arms and legs tighten around her as you let out a deep sound of indignation, and shuri finds herself fondly rolling her eyes, just as your voice floats through the space, “stop, don’t go, you’re so warm.”

she glides her hands down your waist to tug at the hem of your dress, your lips part silently around a breathy gasp, and her hands don’t even stop there, but instead continue to curl around your thighs, squeezing your flesh before she speaks, her voice full of amusement and bordering on condescending.

“dressing like a slut and wondering why you’re always so fucking cold, come on, baby.”

the words make you whine, your breath catching in your throat as your nails dig into her shoulders, before you're closing your eyes to avoid her intense gaze. your thighs subconsciously squeezing around her hips as you turn your head to look at the mirror that covers the entirety of her wall, built to reflect the magnificent view of wakanda from the opposite side.

your sharply gasp as you catch sight of your intertwined bodies, shuri’s head of curls is buried in your neck, her breath fanning over the sensitive skin of your neck as her veiny, strong hands ran up and down the length of your exposed legs, and you looked dazed. your pretty baby pink nails soft against the strength that was her neck and shoulders, the pale pink of your heels so dainty against the harsh black of her set, dark pretty brown limbs tangling against each other, and your eyes are fluttering as your thighs visibly clenched at the overwhelming sight.

when one of shuri’s arms lifts to place itself beside your head, lifting herself to hover over your face, your eyes drift back to hers in anticipation, and your mouth is parting when you notice the wicked hunger in her eyes and hear the lust coating her words, the request dripping through your ears like honey, fanning the heat under your skin, “can we kiss, s’thandwa?”

the words are heavier than they should be, loaded with an emotion that blurs the line between platonic and romantic affection but you find yourself nodding anyways, always wanting to please the powerful girl above you, wanting to make her happy. she smirks down at you, her head dipping, pecking the full pout of your lips as her fingers harshly dig into the sheets to control herself when you whine slightly as she pulls away.

“whiny girl.” her words are murmured a hair’s breadth away from your pouting lips, her warm breath fanning across your lips calling forward your need, your aching need for something more from her, anything more. your hands flex in their position on the back of her neck and she takes that as an invitation, a plea, and once again her warm lips gently peck your own, your heavy breath brushing against her when she departs from you, just to repeat her actions over and over again, lingering a second longer against you each time.

you can’t think beyond her; her body, her smell, the softness of her lips as she places them against yours and your heart is aggressively pounding behind your ribs because you two have never done this, crossed the imaginary line you drew between yourselves. and now you can’t seem to get enough, pressing your body up to try and feel her against you, the needy whimper you let out causing shuri to groan.

shuri slides her free hand over your waist until she’s firmly grasping your rib, her thumb sliding over the heated exposed skin and she brushes her lips against yours when she goes to speak, dropping slow, desperate pecks against your lips between her words, “wanna taste you, will open up for me, baby?”

her voice is gravelly and it tightens the knot in your stomach, her words making slick heat pool between your legs as your hips buck against her. your head is falling back causing her lips to brush against your neck, her mouth parting to welcome the skin into the warm cavern, and your pussy pulses at the action, a wet whimper slipping out of your mouth.

“just- just this one time, okay?” your voice is breathy, and bordering on a plea.

the girl above you laughs against the skin of your neck, amused by the lack of weight in your words, and the dark condescending sound makes you lightly scratch your nails down her skin, gasping when she quickly sinks her teeth into you before muttering against the pulse of your heart, “anything you want, s’thandwa.”

then her hand reaches to wrap around your throat, the grip firm as she lifts you back to look at her face above yours, her eyes gazing darkly between yours before she’s dropping the gaze to your mouth, licking her lips and leaning towards you, her breath warm as she breathes your air.

then she’s kissing you, and properly, her warm lips gliding against yours fuelling the fire in your wanting body, the pulsing in your veins synching with the heartbeat between your legs, and you wish she knew how much she made you soak through your underwear. when she tightens her fingers around your throat and licks at the seam of your lips, your mouth is dropping open to whimper, feeling the curl of her smirk as she takes the opportunity you've given her, then she tastes you, her own taste invading your senses.

shuri’s breathes a deep groan in your mouth, her mouth desperate against your own, wanting to breathe you and your pretty lips in. her hand is calculated as it glides across your body, the warmth of her palm seeping through the skin of your thigh, her fingers curling to wrap around the muscle and spread your clenched legs open for her, “closing me out? haven’t even given you my mouth, my love?”

the words are tauntingly whispered into your mouth before she pulls away to let you rapidly gasp to fill your lungs with oxygen, your eyes following the way her figure leans away from you to use both of her hands to firmly spread your legs. her tongue is peaking out at the sight she’s greeted with, and she lets a small groan slip past her swollen lips before she’s on her stomach, her breath fanning over your damp panties.

the heat that strikes up your figure at the sight makes your eyes shut in humiliation, her unadulterated gaze on the cavern between your legs makes you spin, and punches the breath out of you. the warmth leaving her mouth caresses you so good but so teasingly that it coaxes your hips to subconsciously buck up towards her, making her chuckle as she simply watches you seek her out, seek out her touch.

“please, please, shuri.”

the sound is what propels her forward, a grunt leaving her as she lands a heavy open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh before she's doing the same to your pulsating clit, the satin of your panties feeling cold against your heat and the contrast makes you throw your head back. shuri doesn’t pull away before she’s slowly sliding her tongue over your folds, her eyes trailing the curve of your body, your panties stick even more against your sensitive pussy and you're panting. there's a loud whine spilling out of you, and your lips are parting to release your heavy noises as shuri hums against you, her mouth working you like she was starved.

you can’t help but cant your hips against her mouth, your hand coming to wrap into the curls of her head as she lets you work yourself against her face. you chance a glance at her and your pussy clenches violently at the sight, the blood in your veins pumping loudly in your ears when you meet her dark eyes, she heatedly watched you as she held your trembling legs apart. the domineering look in her eyes let you know that even if you were taking your pleasure, it was only because she allowed you to, allowed you to use her to get off, and the thought makes you throw your head back again, your chest heaving as you babble incoherently.

“i’m so close, so, so close, please, please, let me come.”

your breath is catching, and your hips are stuttering messily, the chase to your release overwhelming you, and pulling you further into the pleasure that clouds your mind. shuri swiftly pulls your ruined panties to the side, her long fingers sliding into your clenching pussy to stroke your soft upper walls before she wraps her lips around your bud, sucking gently and murmuring against you, “let me taste it, pretty girl.”

you’re shouting out as you explode, your legs shaking as they forcefully shut around her, the movement of your hips stuck between wanting more and running away from her due to the intense pleasure. your eyes are shut when you ride your high, the pretty girl between your legs pressing gentle but firm kisses against your quivering cunt humming when she lifts back to your face.

“my pretty, pretty girl.”

shuri’s voice is cooing, slipping into the depths of your mind to lull you further into comfort, she’s kissing you and you taste yourself on her, the mix was so dirty that it made you squirm. the panther’s hands slide up your still trembling thighs, cupping behind your knees to lift your legs up to spread them open, so erotically, that you couldn’t hide anything.

she kneels between your legs and your eyes fall to her hand, slickly sliding lube up the intimidating strap between her legs, your mind whirls thinking of when she even managed to retrieve it, your legs go to clench as you whine, she was going to fuck you.

the thought makes your mind blurry, and you feel your chest caving in on itself as you fist her sheets, and you faintly hear her chuckle before she’s humming and leaning back over your quivering frame, her hand re-situating itself on your leg, prying the clenched muscles apart. when she presses her hips towards you, you’re feeling her, the teasing press of her strap makes you whimper in sensitivity, and the girl above you releases a heavy sigh before dropping her head into your neck. she’s skimming her lips over your skin as she squeezes your thigh, lifting the trembling limb to curl around her hips and your hips buck up against her, a desperate moan leaving your lips when her tip barely just slips into your soaking entrance.

“bast, baby, you don’t understand how long i’ve wanted to fuck you just like this.”

her voice is deep and trails off into an almost whiny moan, the sound makes you bring your hands to her shoulders trailing across the dip of her neck and down her chest to ground yourself, she sounded so desperate it coaxed your cunt to cry some more for her. then your fingers are curling into the soft material of her shirt before the buttons are popping into the room, clinking against the vibranium walls in your haste.

the breathy gasp that flows out of shuri brings a temporary satisfactory smirk to your lips that is swiftly wiped away with the sharp stutter of her hips, and then she’s inside you, your pussy wrapping around her in an invitation as she groans out your name, her blunt nails digging into your skin when you almost painfully cry out, the tenderness of your walls laving out copius amounts of slick like she wanted to be good for shuri, for her lover.

shuri snaps her hips against you as she grunts, carving her place in your walls, making the panther's mark in her pussy, and she's cooing at your writhing form, the stars dancing behind your eyes blind you until there's nothing but her. you can't hold back your noise, and shuri's purring, the filth pouring out your throat settling in the nest of her core and she moans as her cunt clenches in an invite.

your nails scratch over her back when she pulls away from your neck to harshly press her lips against your parted ones. you’re moaning into her mouth, trying to reciprocate her dirty kisses but you can’t think, can’t think with anything other than the desperate ache between your legs, her hips are unrelenting against yours, her strap dragging against the tightening muscles of your weeping cunt.

“kiss me like you mean it, baby.”

her words are taunting accompanied by a hard and deep snap of her sinful hips, her blunt nails scraping down your raised leg to grab the flesh of your ass, her fingers digging into the softness as she hums into your parted lips, a smirk twitching across her red, enticing lips and she swipes her tongue across your swollen bottom lip, commiting your taste to memory.

the words jumble in your head, unable to formulate a response with her hands all over your trembling body, you clench your eyes shut, and your hips stutter, shuri knows you’re about to come and it makes her increase her pace wanting to see such a desirable woman, her desirable woman fall apart on her cock.

when you moan incoherently into her mouth, your thighs clenching tight around her, she shushes you, assuring you that its okay, that she knows how much her poor baby is aching, cooing about how nothing could make her stop, nothing could make her miss the absolute filth her pretty girl became when she was coming like a fucking slut. her head dipping down to press the words into the bruising skin of your neck, your head falling back in a high-pitched, dirty cry, that has shuri sinking her teeth into you as you still under her, then you’re releasing like you never have before.

“i know, baby, i know, just let it out for me, s’thandwa, it’s okay.”

shuri groans as your nails dig harshly into her shoulders, your chest heaving as you moan like you’re crying and it makes shuri dizzy, getting such a free-spirited, confident, and pretty girl like you crying underneath her, she had to have you. she strokes your skin, leaving gentle kisses along your heated skin, “you’re such a good girl for me, hm?”

your pussy is still spasming, your hips occasionally stuttering against her strap, that’s still in you, and you can’t hear beyond shuri and the blood rushing through your veins, so when you feel her shift her hips, her fingers tightening around your leg when you whine and move to pull away, the words thoughtlessly spill out from you.

“c-cant, i can’t.”

“yes, you can, you can, baby.”

her eyes are on yours, her lips cooing the words to you as she coaxes your head to nod along with hers, her hips gently sliding through you as you whimper shamelessly. when she starts to pick up her pace your whimpers turn into heavy and loud moans, that she mirrors, your gazes never leaving one another as your sounds synch. your hips are running away from the intensity, shuri gripping them to pull you back onto her, muttering about how much you mean to her, to the quelling ache that purrs from within her.

“fuck, you take it so well, my love.” her hand tightens around you, bruisingly pulling you back over her strap when you get too far, “you’re mine, baby, is that clear?”

her voice is dark, tainted with regal truth as she increases her pace, her breathing losing a little bit of its control as her cunt pulses at the way she’s owning you, claiming the love of her life. your eyes shut as tears stream down your cheeks, and all you can do is take it, welcome her into you over and over, the overstimulation planting clouds in your head, her lips laying gentle pecks across your wet cheeks as she murmurs like she wants the words to brand you.

“you can have your fun, s’thandwa, but make sure this pretty little head understands where your eternal devotion lies because i’m not letting you go, baby.”

a sob rings out from your mouth, your walls clenching around her so hard, it makes her lose her tempo, a sharp groan pushing through her throat, and her gasps are breathy and soft as she sinks her teeth into your lip, the flesh bruising and swollen from all the attention.

“please shuri, tell me to come please, need you to tell me.”

the words are pathetic and shuri knows it too, her pussy knows it better seeing how her hips stutter as she clenches, her own release so close, and so she slows her thrusts to draw it out wanting you to feel her phantom touch when those lil’ boys you entertain come to you, she wanted to carve a home within your warm walls, the same way you did to her aching buried heart.

“look at me when you come for me, baby. show me just how much you love me.”

the muscles of your body shake violently, the sobs escaping your parted mouth are wet and loud, propelling shuri’s own orgasm forward, her pussy clenching at the harmony of absolute filth that spills from your throat. her hands slide under your arched back, lifting your chest up to press her pretty tits against yours, the cool bars grounding you as they press into your heated skin, her hips riding through both of your highs.

your arms wrap around her neck to pull her down against you, a giggle leaving her lips as the strap shifts inside you provoking a groan from you, she places her head into your neck as you hum in exhaustion, your mind still hazy as you roll your lips. your hands are in her head of curls, the air so warm and inviting that the words you say are pure instinct, your lashes fluttering, comfortable as can be when you yawn out the silly words.

“guess that means i don’t have to wait for another life for you to be my wife.”

say you're mine, i'm yours for the night i'm the realest, she said i'm the realest head be genius, dick game be the meanest.

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luvring · 4 months

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NIA OMFG SO ABT THE DATING APP POST U MADE (replies could not handle the novel I am about to impose on you)

the way I am so in love with iwa but he’s the epitome of not my irl type 😭 gym bros and their bland responses to hinge prompts scare me and I feel that he would have the exact profile you were talking abt. his redeeming quality would be like. a dog.

SAME WITH ATSUMU AND IT PAINS ME. PHYSICALLY PAINS ME BC THAT IS MY HUSBAND.

Bokuto would be the exception to the gym bro thing bc he is also a himbo and it shows (in the best way possible) and no one can resist that.

half of hq would not be my type irl and the other half that would be?? I’d be too scared to try to match cause they’re. gorgeous??????? Hello???

HOWEVER Akashi’s profile would totally be like cafe date vibes, libraries and very just. CALMING AND NICE AND I’D DO THE SAME AS YOU. The only thing is I think his prompt responses (I’m on hinge so this is the only dating app format ik) wouldn’t really give you tooooo much to work with but it’s ok no one can be perfect.

I think kuroo’s would be like super bf material tho. Like the kind of profile that you’re certain gets a lot of interaction and makes you wonder if he’s even active on the app anymore LOL. also gives good responses, he’s just slightly dorky but it’s so endearing and it adds to the appeal of his profile.

I think suna’s would be super chill with like humorous undertones and I’d probably end up trying to match with him bc of that. he gives gooddddd responses that are genuinely fun and non repetitive. he’s also not dry if you end up matching.

yk what no I’m giving atsumu a chance here. his prompt responses are. interesting to say the least. dry. he comes across a bit cocky. but his pictures don’t if that makes sense??? like he comes off as a genuinely sweet guy in his photos and videos. maybe I’m just too soft for him and I’m projecting, this is embarrassing.

I wanna add something abt oikawa but I genuinely cannot think of anything other than his photos would be insanely aesthetic and pretty. responses need a bit of work and his opening lines come off a bit strong but. it’s okay. he’s perfect and can do no wrong imo 🤷🏻‍♀️

ANYWAY SORRY I JUST GOT EXCITED AND WANTED TO SHARE. YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO THE SMAU, I WOULD EAT THAT UP!!!!!

HAIII REV!! EXACTLY. exactly. i'm sorry but not even a dog is enough for me i'm like Omg little dog and then don't match I'm sorry hajime.. Bokuto... my cutie pie naoooo 😭😭 i'd like to hope he'd answer the prompts cutely/in a funny way but i still wouldn't think we'd match well and skip him... BUT!!!! I think if they replied to one of my prompts i'd reply...?! < girl who Never Ever matches first Ever. like there's a photo where their smile looks very cutesie and i'm like Why not!

Akaashi. 🙂teehee. my favoritism i'm sorry everybody. he doesn't really have photos of himself so he has to ask friends for some and there's like one photo that's dimly lit where he's smiling with fluffy hair that would make my jaw drop and tears form in my eyes i'd want him so bad. one of his prompt answers would be like. a joke about how tired he is with all the work he has. something kind of basic But i love him so it's ok. for me specifically i mention my dislike for HTTYD 3 and i think he'd reply and be like wait you're so right can u explain more or something like that and I would Start Crying tears Of Joy PLEAASELEAASE PLEAPSAPPSLEPLEPA

omg kuroo. i understand. i actually first had the idea he looks kind of dorky (/affectionate) but he has a couple good photos and a meme and it's like Oh he's so real for that. also he's totaallyyy somebody who does an audio prompt 😭 it's something fawking stupid /Affectionate and i'd show my irls and we'd be like wait he's kinda cute while we laugh BJSHFBJSD there's also a group photo somewhere on there ! and maybe a video where you can hear him cackling! silly guy...

suna would have a stupid ass block text meme somewhere on his profile LOLLL there's a photo where he's in his room in the dark but i can also imagine he has one with good lighting outside that's one of the few he has... he Would be funny! he's all lowercase until u say something that gets him to laugh and he goes LMFAOOOOO WAIT and it's like Yes I got a good grade in Hinge. BFJSHBJSB

ATSUMU! totally has a pic where he's showing off his muscles or spiking But also wait he looks kind of cute and dorky in this other photo and also his prompt responses are funny this is crazy? I UNDERSTAND!!! maybe it could be like... he's not someone you'd swipe on initially but he sees Your profile and tries to switch it up to cater to you before replying to one of your prompts LOL. and maybe there's a pic of him helping samu make onigiri or just... something kind of domestic that makes u go oh alright he's nice?!

HMM OIKAWA.... also a volleyball pic somewhere. maybe with a medal or trophy of his LOL. but he can take good selfies Unfortunately smhhh /j so you're like aw fuck... i think i'd be like oh you're out of my league or Not my type but if that kind of guy replies to one of your prompts...Would you not be a little curious to see how that convo goes. he's good looking enough that he could just like people's first pic and move on but You're special and Funny and he's Curious okay!!!

THANK U!!! HTANKYEWWW I LOVE THINKING AND TALKING AND SHARING AND HEARING IDEAS IT'S SO FUNSIES NEVER APOLOGIZE 2 ME! i have So many smau series ideas bouncing around in my head i've never tried but if i ever do this one...U will b the first 2 know.

#🧾nia.answers #<3 rev #the not my type and then gorgeous people SOOO REAL!!#so many charas wouldnt be my type on hinge bc im so absurdly picky My bad guys #it wouldnt be as bad in person but!! ur dating app profile! Im Picky!!!#and like. i have soo many smau ideas. So many.#dating app. celeb meet cute. uni au / unknowingly knowing ur moot in person. band au. streamer(s) au. so many #i should probably find time to do my fawking oneshots before i try a series LOL but myannnn..#One day.

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dollsuguru · 2 months

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please reveal your suguru-coded hozier songs :) i believe it would be beneficial for my sanity :)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK :3 and omfg i have SO many honestly i can say practically every song can be suguru-coded but that’s probably bc i’m insane <3 but omfg… here’s just a FEW! (i love you gaia <3 i love you suguru <3 i love you hozier’s music/lyrics <3)

• as it was: i’d argue that this is THE most suguru-coded song that has ever existed… i think it speaks a lot to suguru’s descent into madness! especially when hozier talks about being “unmoved” — i think suguru himself, canon 3rd year -> cult leader!suguru simply won’t allow himself to be swayed by what anyone says… he’s his own man & thinks his own thoughts and ultimately just gets swallowed up by darkness & the hatred/negativity that consumes him!

the lyric Of All Time that i think ENCAPSULATES suguru is:

“but your love was unmoved… and the sights were as stark as my baby, and the cold was as sharp as my baby, and the nights were as dark as my baby… half as beautiful too.”

• arsonist’s lullabye: THIS SONG IS SOOOOO 3RD YEAR GETO CODED… actually just OVERALL teen!geto coded! hearing voices, staring into open flames, telling himself not to tame his demons but keep them on a leash (which he essentially does with cursed spirit manipulation.) also love that in this song, 16 is the age where his senses start to fool him & something else, “an other”, would start to rule him (suguru’s demons taking a hold of him -> leading him to defection.) and then the talk of being a man, but for him, the only peace he’d feel is the ashes left in his wake (suguru wanting to kill non-sorcerers so peace could be felt for himself/other sorcerers.)

“when i was a child, i heard voices. some would sing and some would scream. you soon find you have few choices, i learned the voices died with me.”

“when i was 16, my senses fooled me, thought gasoline was on my clothes. i knew that something would always rule me. i knew the scent was mine alone.”

“when i was a man i thought it ended, when i knew love's perfect ache. but my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake.”

“all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash.”

• too sweet: this one is so curator!geto coded :3 i just really adore the lyrics in this one and if you end up seeing some of hozier’s lyrics used to describe suguru in the fic… don’t blame me okay… i just Like the way he Describes things :3

“don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?” -> gives me kenjaku vibes/chilled out suguru vibes!

“i think i'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three. you're too sweet for me!” -> curator!geto is tired but sophisticated and sexy!

“you know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain! pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape — if you can sit in a barrel, maybe i’ll wait until that day…” -> the way curator!geto sees fashion designer!reader!

• it will come back: HEAVILY CULT LEADER!GETO CODED… he’s such a sly fox, a wolf, a papabear ready to strike. suguru is the PATRIARCH of his family, and sometimes his little family feel like sheep/lambs to me… idk this song just gives me manipulative!geto vibes and i think this geto is very… obsessed w a non-sorcerer and can’t seem to steer clear from them… he has rules set in place, says he won’t enforce them, but expects people to follow them (but he won’t follow his own…)

“i know who i am when i'm alone. i'm something else when i see you. you don't understand, you should never know how easy you are to need. don't let me in with no intention to keep me — jesus christ, don't be kind to me. honey, don't feed me, i will come back.”

“it can't be unlearned. i've known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. oh, please, give me mercy no more — that's a kindness you can't afford. i warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born — you'll hear me howling outside your door.”

• talk: MY FAVORITE SONG OF ALL TIME! <333 one of my fics is named after a lyric in this song! i think suguru is BOTH orpheus AND eurydice coded! suguru devoted himself to his grief and became who he became, and at the end of the day, he is absolutely willing to die for his cause (and did).

“i'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground, i'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around…”

• son of nyx: this song has no lyrics, but the music reminds me of a… lament? i sat down one day and started writing about cult leader!suguru to this song and how he ingested so much negativity & curses that OF COURSE it consumed him too. son of nyx was the fic name (i lost the whole draft unfortunately but nyx is the goddess of darkness so i thought it was apt!) essentially it would’ve been a character study almost about suguru lamenting about his life in bed (all sexy & poetic bc obvi… you already know he sleeps on black satin sheets!)

• eat your young: suguru who’s mad at the system in place that causes young sorcerers to die/be killed. rather than it being a ‘fuck you’ to non-sorcerers, i think it’s a ‘fuck you’ to the higher-ups. like “oh? you deemed me as the worst curse-user of all time, in all of history? y’all ain’t see NOTHING yet!”

“i'm starving, darling. let me put my lips to something, let me wrap my teeth around the world. start carving, darling…” -> recently defected!geto getting ready to bare his teeth to the world.

“if you hesitate, the getting is gone. i won't lie, if there's something to be gained — there's money to be made, whatever's still to come…” -> call geto what you want but you can’t say he’s not a hustler! 😭 he was about that bread!

“skinning the children for a war drum. putting food on the table selling bombs and guns. it's quicker and easier to eat your young.” -> hatred for the system, using children as fodder to fight curses.

“we can celebrate the good that we've done! i won't lie, if there's something still to take — there is ground to break, whatever's still to come…” -> geto getting ready to declare war & begin the night parade of a hundred demons!

#asks #gaia tag <3 #omfg there’s so many more songs but i also think it’s just bc i see/hear anything and my first thought is always: suguru #it’d be so dangerous if he was my boyfriend i’d send pics all day and be like :3 that’s us :3 #and he’d have to reply ‘yea it is <3’#these are just hozier suguru-coded songs omfg there’s so many other songs that are suguru coded like GOD he makes me insane #how’d i get this way #anyways. FANK YEW FOR INDULGING ME GAIA HEHEHE IF YOU HAVE ANY SONGS YOU THINK ARE SUGURU CODED PLZ LEMME KNOW!#MWAH MWAH MWAHHHHHHHHHH

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my speak now tv vault track/overall impressions are under the cut if anyone wants to read! wrote these right after listening for the first time :) they got long (a girl has a lot of feelings about speak now! who would've thought)

• electric touch!!!!!!! this is such a cute song omfg. i love the way she writes about love as fire so much (and i think it's interesting considering another common motif she uses is love as a religion...hm. anyway.) if i had to guess when this was written it would've been closer to the beginning of the process bc fearless taylor's sensibilities come through a lot. i can see why they cut it bc it's so similar to sparks fly in concept. i LOVE THE FOB FEATURE.

• when emma falls in love: "little miss sunshine always thinks it's gonna rain" & other incredible one liners!!!!!! OH MY GOD THE BRIDGE. I KNEW I WAS GOING TO LOVE THIS ONE. i understand why they cut this one bc it's not explicitly personal until the bridge and it is speak now after all. even though i think "when emma falls in love i'm learning" (or whatever it is) is a bit of a clumsy lyric, the sentiment is soooooooo dhsksjshdhjdbd. like of course she was looking to her friends and being envious of their relationships going well based on what she was experiencing. it's a beautiful companion piece to btr and little speak now honestly, and i think the themes of comparing yourself to other women on this album are super interesting and relatable.

• i can see you: OMFG DHSGSJDGSJHDKSHSKVDJD UP AGAINST A WALL WITH ME?????? I LOVE HER THIS IS SO FUNNY AND SO FUCKING GOOD WTF. obviously we all know why they cut this. the professional business vibe is so funny like girl why do u want a business man. unfortunately my brain went straight to emily poe bc the gaylor pathways run deep. where was this song 4 months ago. ANYWAY. i'm so glad she let this one bejeweled bc horny teenager music is kind of unmatched. i love her for this.

• castles crumbling: okay nothing new precursor!!! i have a feeling this will be a grower for me. the arrangement/production reminds me of an overly cheesy song that would play during the credits/climactic moment montage during a movie? idk. idk how i feel about it but it certainly is in line with the sound of the rest of the album (haunted, long live). i can't quite tell if she's writing about hypotheticals or if this is stuff she already experienced. the "power went to my head" is so interesting because like. bbygirl u were a kid of course it was going to do that. idk. i thought the second verse was stronger. i think the castles crumbling imagery as an explicit ending to the fairytale themes coming from fearless is a little too on the nose. least fave so far but could def grow on me.

• foolish one: this is SO CUTE. i love this one so much. i'm convinced that the last chorus at the end (her lower register sounds soooooo good there but we all knew that) was something she added retroactively. it feels like present her talking to younger her which is so sweet (but also 😵‍💫). an excellent more realistic thematic companion to little speak now i think. she's so good at these sweet upbeat countryish songs and i will happily take them every time. (edit: "you are not the exception" is a "the only exception" reference, no?)

• timeless: IT'S NOT A TAYLOR ALBUM WITHOUT AN OUR LOVE IS FATE SONG!!!!!! the historical fiction nerd in me is obsessed with this one. THE ROMEO AND JULIET/LOVE STORY CALLBACK IN THE SECOND VERSE??????? OKAY LITERARY GENIUS. the instrumentation is so lush and perfect and the subtle horns are soooooooo nice. it might be recency bias but i think this is my favorite one.

overall I thought it was really interesting to see which songs she cut and how two of them were seemingly because they were too "explicit" in some ways. let baby taylor be horny on main!!!!!!!!! it's really interesting to compare castles crumbling to long live and see how those fears about fame turning sour for her were already very present. it gives more context to the long live bridge imo. overall none of these have like recontextualized the album for me in the way the red vault did (or feel like they were touching on missing pieces of the story ig) but they definitely added some more color to certain themes. i am trying to not think about how i can see you could easily be about jm. overall i'm happy with the speak now album we got but i'm obvs also very glad to have these songs <3

INNOCENT IS COMPLETELY PERFECT. SOOOOO GOOD.

i always forget how much i love country taylor <3

#i think the actual rerecordings on this one are the best across the board #oh ig i forgot to talk about btr. i can see both sides and honestly don't have strong feelings either way but she clearly does and i think #that's fine #the thing about rerecords is that they're supposed to be a replacement but human beings making art about human emotions can't create #a carbon copy. and as it's a lyric that goes with a sentiment she no longer agrees with and is actively harmful that we can all agree is ba #alongside the precedents for doing so both in the current pop music landscape but also in her discography since her first album #i can understand why she would change it even if i might not make the same decision. and the original remains as well (it's not like she's #re-writing history in the same way)#anyway i love it and i love her <3 #and i think i'm going to continue to do my first listens kind of isolated for a bit after this. it was so nice to not be on the #Having Strong Opinions website and getting to just enjoy in my own time. would recommend.#OH and to my btr point i think the new lyric is better which is probably why i am not as phased as i thought i'd be #moth girlies unite #vi is typing...

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OMFG! Thank you for tagging me @sio-writes I had a hecking great time with this. I really got to explore Sable more, and of course I put my own spin on it.

I tag: @oracleact @atlas-nsfw @the-wizard-writes @bucketsofmonsters and @gaytrashfoodprocessor or whoever wants to join! I can't wait to read yours :D

Interview with a Character!

[Intro: Excited VJ about to play clips of the interview] Today we have an exclusive interview with Miss Sable, the unicorn model who is so hot right now! We caught up with Sable while she prepared for a spring themed photo-shoot. She was gracious enough to entertain our questions while enduring the makeup chair. Though Sable was working she had such an upbeat vibe that our reporter became a fan on the spot! Sable's work is available on Tumblr dot com where she also takes time to interact with her fan base in between shows and campaigns.

1. Are you named after anyone? No. My parents just wanted to celebrate my beautiful coloring. I grew to like it since it's kind of unique. I wont lie, sounds so good when someone is moaning it 🤭

2. When was the last time you cried? Omg today! I cry a little every day on purpose after I read about a talented Korean actress who cries for hours a day. I think crying is a form of self care. We don't do it enough in this world. I want to make sure I stay connected to my emotions. It makes me more empathetic too!

3. Do you have any kids? Oh, gosh. No 🤗 I'm not even sure I'm ready to have a little pony. I guess I'd have to have a steady polycule before I even think about it.

4. Do you use sarcasm? I'm more likely to use a pun. When I'm playing I do like to be a little sarcastic and a tease. But my playmates love it, I promise.

5. Whats the first thing you notice about people? Hmm. Probably their body language and if they smile a lot. People who smile put me at ease. I also notice height. Especially if I'm working with others for the photo shoot, of course I have to asses my angles. It's important to study people's body language and how they take up space to be successful in modeling. I'm able to be versatile and I'm never caught without a good option for a pose.

6. Eye color? Blue and sparkles!

7. Scary movies or happy to endings? Always happy endings! Unless you want me to ruin it for you 😘. If it's not HEA I don't want it. That may be a little naive, or boring to some but I think that we deserve more happy endings in this life. We are so quick to accept suffering instead of demanding joy.

8. Any special talents? Being a unicorn? Haha. I don't have any real talents except being cute I think. But that's ok! I get to enjoy everyone else who is talented. Like my buddy Eagleator? He's like, the strongest fighter I know. [Reporter: You're a model and that takes some skill right?] Haha, you're so right! I forget about that because modeling is really about looks and that's out of my control, but yeah modeling is a talent.

9. Where were you born?

I was born at home. A perfect little baby if I say so myself. My mom was kind of a granola-making hippie and she made a big deal about a natural birth. Specifically I was born in a little pink kiddie pool filled with warm water, patchouli oil, and wildflowers.

10. What're your hobbies? My hobbies are collecting soft pastel sweaters, drinking hot drinks in cute giant mugs, reading fanfiction, flirting, and bingeing hallmark movies. I also like carnivals and fairs, hyperpop and EDM, supernatural romance novels. Though those probably aren't hobbies, lol. I would say daydreaming is a hobby of mine. Sometimes I get so distracted in my own head, I kind of forget what's really happening. If you could use your magical horn to zap up the perfect fantasy would you care about politics? Exactly.

11. Have any pets? Hehe, only the ones that asked to be my pets. But none right now.

12. What sports do you play/have played? Is shopping a sport? Or getting the perfect manicure? Snagging the last pair of Wolfy Choos on release day? Haha. I'm just not really competitive. If I'm going to be running around it's gonna be for pleasure or maybe to chase down a cutie to give them my number.

13. How tall are you? I'm 5'10! Not the tallest pony but I get by hehe.

14. Favorite subject in school? Ick! School is a no. I hated it. Well except for getting to meet my besties. I had a hard time in school. I'm not really smart. Oh don't take that seriously. I don't mind being empty headed. There's so many smart people and creatures in the world why should I worry about that? Honestly I learned the most at the mall when I was skipping class. The real world has a lot to teach someone if they just embrace it. I'm just not the kind of pony to care what happened last century, or how many apples johnny has. I care more about how many apples I can eat and what's going on with the next season of the bachelor!

15. Dream job? Well I actually already have my dream job, though I wouldn't say it was my dream job before I started. [Reporter: Modeling?] Oh, no. This is kind of my side thing. Right now I'm working at this innovative lab that's developing cosmetic drugs. The company is really focused on providing therapies that help others reach their desired form. I feel like, as a model, I'm selling a dream, but as a lab tech I'm actually helping to make them come true.

[Fade back to the VJ] Wow! She's so sweet. To see the full interview follow and subscribe to the network. You wont want to miss this one. Our reporter and Sable get real cozy and reveal some surprising secrets about the modeling scene. And join us at 8 for our exclusive with Eagleator to talk about his crushing defeat at the Action Forest Finals!

#furrbbyx #furrbbyx oc #tag game #writing practice #oc dev #monster fluff #terato

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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jack in the box thoughts if u care. warning this got long as hell and obviously i am reading potentially sus english translations soooo take all of this with many large pinches of salt. JUST LET ME LIVE, I LOVE TO ANALYZE SHIT OKAY.

god i really love this intro a lot. it's giving audiobook in the car lmao but i do think it's the perfect introduction to the concepts of the album for those who are maybe unfamiliar

"hope gave people the will to carry on living amidst the pain and strife" no lies detected

okay but his TONE on pandora's box and the way his voice gets more and more intense it's like.... you can hear the pressure of all of it building. omg. ALSO THIS FUCKING CHORUS.

fucking hell i love this style of music for him it puts his unique and versatile voice on display so well. nothing to distract from it.

more dance break ✨✨✨ still such a banger ugh

OKAY THE BEAT OF STOP..... and wow these lyrics. "there are no bad people in the world" i'm sorry did y'all hear that???? pretty sure jung hoseok just said transformative justice???? abolish prisons and policing?????? ahem sorry i'll stop

AHHHH I WASN'T READY FOR = (equal sign)

HE SAID TRANSCEND/BEYOND GENDER..... I'M ASCENDING......... i'm ready for the post-gender future,, hoseok take me with u 🥺

oh my god his VOICE and the VIBE of this chorus...... give it to me 90s fantasy!!!! I NEED MORE HOBI FALSETTO ALL THE TIME WHY HAS HE BEEN HIDING THIS FROM US i'm driving directly to hybe to FIGHT SOMEONE

music box: reflection ...... *chuckles* i'm in danger (DO IT HOBI UNLEASH THE SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON DO IT DO IT)

oh my artistic analysis ass is LIVING for this directly after equal sign so much to fucking UNPACK abt the concepts of equality vs. like, actual justice OOH OOH OOOOOOOH

damn i literally just had to take a breather when what if... started. no offense to those who love it but sooome of the lyrics in equal sign rang a teensy bit hollow to me (i am sooooo over the 'we are one race 😌 the human race 😌' crap ya know,, although there were definitely a lot of great parts abt respecting differences/not needing to all be absolutely the same in there too! i am not dragging the song lol!!!)

and for him to turn around and slap us in the face with THIS?????? oh i am RIGHT THERE WITH U HOBI omfg. like IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE....

HE REALLY SAID MAYBE IT'S ABT MY PRIVILEGE AND NOT JUST MY WILL OH MY GOD. KING SHIT.

"I wonder what hardships and ordeals mean to you Since you only walked up intact stairs" !!!!!!!!!!! JUNG HOSEOK

holy fuck i need someone to come hold my hand. i may not survive to the end of this album.

god this idea that it's so fucking easy to talk abt hope and optimism (and yes, equality!!!) when you live a privileged life. i'm literally about to fucking cry. i love it so much i cannot BREATHE.

thank god for the whiplash of safety zone i need these tears to go back up into my eyeballs lmao

ooooof these lyrics tho. i have so many feelings abt celebrity/idol culture and gosh i just wanna give him a hug. it's gotta be so hard to feel like there are so few people you can trust and be entirely safe around or even just points where you feel like you can actually REST (my trauma brain sure knows that firsthand 🤪 and honestly i'd imagine being an idol impacts the brain similarly to complex trauma..... i am js,, we can unpack that later if y'all want)

"I like animals better than people these days" - felt, hobi, felt.

future is such a cute lil bop aaa! i appreciate him reminding us that HE needs to be given hope too 💜 AS I CANCER I CAN RELATE TO ENDLESSLY GIVING.... you gotta help yourself before you can help others babe!!!!

this song is so lovely ~ it's giving positive nihilism ✨ and that sometimes it's okay to take the next step even if you don't know what's coming and you're scared. i hope he feels this way about the hiatus honestly 🥺 babe absolutely deserves it

ugh and arson as a closer feels so damn correct. i watched the MV already so it's not my first time hearing it but this after everything else we just went through...... it's so fucking perfect. burn down all the shit that no longer serves you.

and i also just love the metaphor of everything he's been through being like arson bc it's like, sure, "i set the fire".... but obv he (and all of bangtan) had NO IDEA it would get as big as it has (like any out of control fire).... really i'm sure they felt like they *had* no control after a certain point. seriously the perfect metaphor for it. uncontrolled burn that eventually either has to burn out or keep going and engulf the mf world. and i trust them to make the right choice. 💜

damn alright well. i have tears in my eyes still. what a fantastic fucking album. i am so proud of / in love with this man. and 'what if' is OBVIOUSLY my favorite song it's not even fucking close sdjfkljsf

DAMN LOLLAPALOOZA MIGHT ACTUALLY KILL ME

#mposting #hope u enjoyed my essay✨#it got unhinged once what if.... came on #i'll never be over that song holy shit

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significant-ace-nnoyance · 2 years

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okay i'm gonna play a usual ask game with you except in this case you have to explain WHY you picked your answer

i'll start!

🍔 What's your favorite food?

my favorite food is and i know that that's "basic" BUT LET ME EXPLAIN WHY, pizza is literally the most perfect thing humans have ever invented. because it is a MARRIAGE of everything that's good in food, FIRST THE BREAD, it's not just ANY BREAD, it's bread made specifically for cheese and tomato sauce, it's fluffy, it's more of a stretchy flat bread, but it doesn't TASTE like flat bread, in other words, the pizza dough is PERFECT, NOW ONTO THE SAUCE, THE TOMATOES, THE GARLIC, THE VEGETABLES, THE OIL, ALL OF IT COMES TOGETHER TO FORM A HEAVENLY TOMATO SAUCE, AND WHEN THE DOUGH AND THE TOMATO SAUCE COMES TOGETHER? *chefs kiss* BUT IT GETS EVEN BETTER WITH THE CHEESE, OH THE CHEESE!!! IT'S A MARRIAGE MADE IN HEAVEN, THAT'S WHY PIZZA IS MY FAVORITE FOOD.

💿 What's your favorite song?

I DON'T HAVE A SINGULAR FAVORITE SONG SO I WILL SHARE 5 OF MY FAVORITES

Wallows- 1980s horror film

Lana del Rey- Radio

Someone New- Hozier

Phoebe Bridgers- Scott Street

Tyler the Creator- See You Again

🎃 What's your favorite Holiday?

CHRISTMAS IS OG BUT HALLOWEEN IS SECOND ALSO THANKSGIVING, ALSO VALENTINES DAY BUT ONLY BECAUSE SHE'S HALLOWEENS GIRLFRIEND

HALLOWEEN AND VALENTINE'S DAY ARE LESBIANS.

🧛🏻‍♀️What's your favorite Horror Movie Character?

CARRIE!!! I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS SHE DID NOTHING WRONG!!!

🍿 What’s the last movie you watched?

ENOLA HOLMES!!! I LOVED THAT MOVIE ALSO I AM IN LOVE WITH TEWKESBURY

✈️ What’s a place you’d love to visit?

THE WORLD.

OMG HEY ok i literally hate making decisions about anything but i’ll do this for u bestie <3

fav food

I LOVE UR REASONING AW AND UR SO RIGHT PIZZA IS AMAAAAAZING i would say my fav food is sushi? i haven’t had real sushi in a while and we were SUPPOSED TO GET SOME LAST WEEKEND AND NEVER DID but my family does make these kinda deconstructed sushi bowls for lunch sometimes and they are one of my comfort foods bc i always know what i’m getting and what i’m getting is sO GOOD. first sushi rice slays and then i have like seaweed avocado cucumber sometimes smoked salmon soy sauce tomatoes and YUM

song

omg music makes me soooo happy ahhhh but my fav song literally changes based on the week because i go through a life cycle of ‘find new song, plays in background, hear it someplace —> gets stuck in head —> plays it literally 24/7 SO KUCH GOOD DOPAMINE FEELS OMGFNNDJFJ —> slowly start to get less dopamine and it sort of morphs into a comfort song where not the same dopamine but i know it so well and it makes me feel happy and safe and good memories’

rn i am binging 1989 because i have recently discovered the rampant queer coding in taylor swift songs and omg listening to taylor swift in a homosexual way is just so YES but i’d say out of that album i am ADDICTED to i know places rn

but overall i’d say one of my fav songs no matter when is you might not like her by maddie zahm bc1) the lyrics omg and 2) the chorus ESPECIALLY THETHIRD CHORUS OMFG I COULD LIVE ON THAT SHIT

and my third more comforty song would prob be 1994 by cavetown (always) or maybe my soulmate died by iamnotshane (rn)

OMG AND I KNOW SOME OF YOUR SONGS/ARTISTS AND YES APPROVED!! and the others i def will go listen to!!

holiday

first off YOU ARE SO RIGHT ENDNDBDNHE VALENTINE’s DAY AND HALLOWEEN ARE SO WLW CODED DNNDJDJDJJE

i’ve never really understood the hype around halloween bc i hate social interaction but i love how excited it makes gay people online and i love how people get excited to dress up and i love the vibes mostly like autumn vibes are so elite

plus idk what other holiday id say?? ig i’d agree i like christmas but i hate receiving gifts because i never know how to react so neurotypicals know i actually rly like it 💀💀 also there’s always drama that goes down in my family rip but i do love having a lazy day and having winter break! and i love making other people presents!!!

horror movie character

omg this is such a fun question except i literally do not watch horror 💀💀💀 besides st that’s the exception bc i do it for the queer found family and to be in the loop so i’ll say willel <33 my loves did NOT deserve any of the shit they’ve been through i want to give them a hug

last movie

uhhhhh.. i think? OH WAIT NO I DID JUST WATCH DUNE WITH MY FAM i finally forced them to watch by showing my brother how stacked the cast is with marvel characters 💀 i’ve always been super intrigued by dune but i cannot stay focused for the amount of time needed to read it and the audiobook narrator is so. omfg. but i do want to read it one day so i thought watching the movie would’ve a good intro so i could visualize all the words and names in the book so my brain could keep track and i did like it! i had so much commentary during the movie skjskdkdjjd i am a movie talker but i mostly do it in internal monologues so i don’t annoy my family but omg now i have so many predictions ahhhh IM SO SAD THAT ONE LADY DIED I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING AND I SCREAMED. SHE WAD SO COOL 😭😭 idk if it was my fav movie ever but i’m waiting for the other installments for passing judgment

i do want to watch young royals 2 and the dragon prince s5 but i have sm going on rn so i’m waiting for my fall break ahhhhhhhh i’m so excited

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OMG I LITERALLY DONT KNOW so i shall also say. THE WORLD!! we should do a gay gap year or something together and sEE THE SIGHTS

omgggg ty for doing this w me it was so fun!! i loved seeing ur answers u are so right for all of them <33

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2004videovixxxen · 9 months

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random late night thoughts i have about my ex that i should come back to when i feel like i'm missing him

not my ex hating my cole tattoo because it's another man tatted on me? the tattoo is done poorly and it's literally an outline of his head and hair from like.. 9 years ago lmao after we broke up he dead had the nerve to say "yeah i like j cole now" ?????????? little dick energy fr, meanwhile, the guy i like has a cole acronym tatted on his arm (i was going to get it tatted but never got around to it) and we took a picture of our tattoos together and talked about how much we love j. cole and how his music inspires us to be better people. (my ex asked me why would i say i love j. cole and i was like i mean it in the way that i love what his music does for me, how it makes me feel, the way he writes and tells a story, not in the way that i want to fuck him) he didn't care. i can't wait to get this damn signature tattoo covered up, i didn't want to honestly but the way i need to stop being the only one who cares!!!! (and not me and my crush getting wine drunk and he asked me "would you ever get someone's name tatted" and i was like "ummmmm hello!" and he was like "i was trying to figure out what that meant" and we laughed and he was like "yeah you def gotta cover that up and do mine") lmao i love how opposite they are emotionally because i need a lover boy heavyyyyyyyy like YES BE ALL ABOUT ME AND DONT THINK ABOUT IT FOR THE NEXT FUCKING 8 YEARS !!!!!!!!!

2. omg i just thought about this man waiting til after we broke up to say "and there were women who were telling me they were waiting on him to be single" like??????? when men were telling me that shit i would tell him cause i thought it was hilarious but whole time he had people saying this to him and never thought to share???? why did he keep so much shit to himself and wait til after we broke up to express his feelings???? why is he so emotionally underdeveloped omfg.. i asked one thing of him and that was to not tell me things after the fact!!!!!!!! cause he literally waited like 3 months to tell me the other half of the story of his roommate trying to fuck him where he said "im not gonna lie her pu$$y was wet" HOW WOULD U KNOW???????? did i get cheated on bro???? bUT HE LEFT ME CAUSE IM FUCKING GORGEOUS lol k

3. oooffff how about him and i sharing porn with each other, well honestly, i think i shared some things i've watched maybe once or twice, but i've seen on more than numerous occasions what he was into and it never bothered me- until i also just remembered that my sexuality was a big factor in our breakup and the only reason i was oozing sexy vibes was because he stopped having sex with me on the regular like we did! and when we talked about it he made it seem like i was obsessed with sex or only liked him for his dick which is crazy cause i liked him before i ever fucked him, i loved him before any of that, it just grew into a bigger love and became romantic. he was the one who always tried to have sex when we were friends.. he's the one that used to send me videos of him fucking a different woman every night... he's the one that initiated a threesome between us.... he's the one that continued to follow women that he fucked and only told me about it bc i was going somewhere they would be at.... i'm not upset or bothered actually just finding myself having little realizations here and there about how much more i loved that man than he ever claimed to love me. and i know this because i put up with SO much BEFORE us ever getting together thinking "this really fucking hurts right now but it'll be worth it because one day you'll be together" and THAT was actually delusional. not saying i was perfect but aside from me going crazy ONE night, LOL, i never put him through the ringer of [making him feel like i was finally ready to be with him and then go and tell him i actually might be getting into a relationship.. with someone else... even though i told him many times it's not for me right now.......... and then when i let him know a year later that i'm actually forreal forreal ready and i want to be exclusive... he finds out i'm still fucking other men... that i had just met the week AFTER telling him i want to be together].......... LOL yeah, i was suuuuuuuuuuch a dumb bitch for this guy like the least he coulda did was buy me something nice! asking to go out to dinner was just too much omg ???? how you say you're my best friend and don't know i'm literally okay with some cheap snacks and wine in the park???? idc just wanted to spend time and NOT ONLY when it came to his god damn music.... i literally slept on an air mattress that constantly deflated annnnddddd a twin size (he is 6'2 i am 5'8) where i basically cuddled the wall AND DINNER WAS TOO MUCH??????? yall????

4. he complained about money as if i didn't have a job too???? but me offering to pay didn't sit right with him so i honestly stopped but he never shared with me his true thoughts about it like i said he kept a lot to himself, how tf am i supposed to be the best partner i can be if u dont fucking tell me anything??????

5. when he talked about moving into a new place it was "his place"... we were dating for almost TWO YEARS but we couldn't live together because according to him it was smarter for us to live separately............................... i'm shocked i didn't accuse him of cheating on me right there because bitch what???? i was at his place all the time with ROOMMATES so u getting ur own spot isnt an invitation for me to move in?????? i can pay bills??? but again goes back to the whole "keeps everything to himself" he could talk about his skeptical thoughts on irrelevant shit for 4 hours straight but the real life shit? LOL K

6. to be honest...... the worst thing he ever did to me was give up on our relationship. he gave up on it because i sexted some dude, no i didn't send nudes i just suggested sexual acts between us, it never happened tho. and this was WHILE WE WERE ALREADY BROKEN UP????? he went through my phone while i was asleep. granted, i did the same to him and found WORSE shit than what i did and I FORGAVE HIM, we had gotten back together a month after this, and broke up again like 3 days later because i hit him in the chest because he refused to talk to me?????? again with the keeping shit in. and then later proceeded to say "it didn't even hurt me" after making me feel completely awful for doing that, cause i dont do that but the way he wouldn't speak was getting to me. after this break-up is when i messged that guy, about 2 weeks later, because he gave me everything i gave him back and he took my key to his place, he didn't want to see me and wanted to talk on the phone about what we should do and that phone conversation went like this "we should do our own thing right now and i can't be mad at you if you wanna fuck other people, i might get my dick sucked you know but...." and what did he do? he got mad at me MESSAGING someone saying my sexuality got the best of me. okay. i only messaged him because i thought we were really over this time, i was two glasses of wine in and looking to be entertained, that's all. but the thing i realize now.... when he did the same thing to me, i didn't give up on us. i knew in my heart that it was just dumb talk and it didn't mean anything to him and that what we had could withstand those stupid messages, but apparently he didn't feel the same about me. i get it, i do. he just wasn't with it and that's okay, i'm not mad at him, i'm just expressing that i think it's dumb how he went about things. BUT this is my last time adding to this list because overall brandon was an amazing friend, my best friend, a great boyfriend, a wonderful lover, talented artist, devoted to his family, very goal-oriented and more more more. at the end of the day, i would not want to block his blessings by making him feel he HAD to stay with me LOL. i just never really got to talk to anyone about the things he did to me because i didn't want to tarnish his name or have anyone thinking he's a bad person because he's not, so hence why i've been ranting on here about him so much cause no one fucking reads this shit lmao so i think i'm done, unless i see him in my dreams again. i only want to focus on the present moment and what's to come, asé

#081623 #boys #things i really dislike about you #i have to remind myself because its easy to remember the good times #especially when i still have pictures voice messages and vids #fin

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I'm not quite on a break! I still have another summer class I'm taking, but it's not as condensed so im not working on it every day thankfully!! My exams went well too! I got an a in the class 🥰 I've been doing well on the exams for the other class too even tho they are notorious for being super hard so 🙏🏻🙏🏻

We just finished the episode where the performance unit came so it's funny you mention that!! When I first watched iland I didn't Stan seventeen but now that I do it was even more fun~ I'm really glad the iland boys won't have to compete again either 😭 the mentor groups would actually be so cool 👀👀👀 that's a really cool idea!! I loved K as a leader in iland omg imagine him teaching the babies 😭😭 and the video they just released of the signal song?? He looked like a mom leading his children I almost cried 😭😭 also like I got way more emotional than I was expecting when I saw Nicholas like!! I was really upset when he didn't make the top 12 🥲 I'm really excited to see him and EJ again 🥺 it feels like it's been forever for those 2.

And OMG THE TEASER PICS!!! 🤩 Jake looks so good I might collapse.. His hair color is soooo amazing 🤩 and Sunghoon with the kogner hair... 😳 Also honestly jusr blonde Sunghoon>>> still not over his blessed cursed look oml the eyebrow piercing?? The death of me truly. everyone looks amazing tho ahh it's going to be sooooo good 🤩 I just watched the preview for the album and foreshadow tho 😳 that song is going to be so good I already know it !!! It gives me the same vibes as one of my favorite songs by my ult group (Illusion by Kingdom if you're curious!!) so I am vvvvv excited for that one!! What song are you looking forward to the most!?

Sending love (and a Heejay pic, just for you~)

I looked on kprofiles to find their ship name and let's just say there is an interesting comment on the post that I won't write here but um 😳

omg wait i think i remember you mentioning that :o but omfg i would just drop from exhaustion if i were you HAHAH i’m still burnt out from last month ! i’m in awe that you have the energy to keep going 😭🫶 but v v prouf keep it up !!! ♡ AND YAYYY IM GLAD YOU SCORED AN A YOU DESERVE IT 🥳💖 and i’m sure you’ll do great even if they’re hard >:)))

omg i loved performance unit in iland 🥹 they were so supportive and cheerful !! it honestly brightened the mood a LOT in the show :’) i’m rlly glad they were there bc i think it was the only challenge that enha laughed around during and had fun 🤧 and omg you’re a carat now !! :o who’s your bias?? 🤩 HAHAH omg i need to keep up with the show’s content more :o still very confused with how it’s gonna go but i’m excited !! and taki looks so different now but he’s still sooo cute 😭💗 AND SAME IM SO HAPPY TO SEE EJ AND NICHOLAS <33

oh my gosh the teaser for future perfect is just …… i fear this might be the title track the trumps all the ones so far 😵‍💫 it just sounds sooo good !! and i’m so excited for foreshadow omfg AHHH YEAH SUNGHOONS LONG HAIR HAS ME GOING FERALLL BUT IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY :D

THANK YOU FOR HEEJAY 🤧💝 love them and jay’s one sided beef with heeseung in iland ♡

#💌 : love notes #baekhyuns-lipchain

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Hey, first of all can I say that you're one of the most phenomenal writers on here and I've literally been in heaven since I came across your classical literature series Undisclosed desires: An anthology. I think I've been to maybe 30 fic finding blogs trying to look for more bts au based on classic literature but couldn't find anymore. Do you have any fic recs based on this exact theme? I'm enjoying your fics and ideas so much!

OMFG STOP IM—🥺💕💜, this is so incredibly kind of you to say!! Thank you for loving the anthology, and I’m so sorry for not updating it with the second story yet! Life and graduation are kicking my butt rn, but it means so much to hear you loved Hoseok’s story! This is such a passion project of mine and I love talking literature so much!

And to answer your question, there isn’t a lot out there! I’m gonna link some recs below, most of which are general historical/fantasy recs that I think fit the vibe in terms of emulating the classic literature storylines or style! Hopefully you give these wonderful stories and authors a try, and find something new here (note: all of these are nsfw, so please heed the warnings and do not interact if you’re a minor!)

If anyone has anymore, drop them here!

✰ Matters of the Heart by @hobidreams

This fits the theme perfectly and is almost as much of a classic as the tale it’s inspired by: Jane Eyre! This Hoseok is so incredibly dashing and Rain captures the vibes of a period piece so well!

✰ The Crown by @sopewriters

There was a period of time where I was truly obsessed with the War of the Roses, so imagine my glee when I saw a Yoonkook AU with them as the dueling kings ahhh!

✰ Dynasty by @jimlingss

I’m cheating here because this is based on a very suggestive historical film called “The Treacherous”, but Jungkook and OC’s relationship was so sweet in this and the dynamics of the palace were full of intrigue!

✰ Oranges and Lemons by @fantasybangtan

HOT HOT HOT! Based on Greek mythology, you have Hoseok and a goddess of an OC alone in an orchard, and well, turns out his silver tongue is good for more than just talking...

✰ Counterfeit Culture by @ggukcangetit

AHHHH modern day Pride and Prejudice pls!! This Seokjin and OC had such fun banter, and i loved the unexpected circumstances that made them realize the way they felt about each other so much!

✰ Prima Nocta by @yoon2k

Fi is such a queen when it comes to depicting twisty relationships that are morally grey! This medieval AU was so hot, but also full of mystery because we don’t know the characters’ true feelings or motivations.

✰ Hysteria by @venusjeon

This one right here!! This absolutely and completely reads like something from a classic literature novel, from the plot to the characters to the writing style! Booking an appointment with Victorian doctor Yoongi ASAP!

✰ His Service by @venusjeon

This was an intriguing medieval AU - it deals with a relationship with a pretty big age gap, but was done so well from depicting the intense feelings to the guilt to the awkwardness of the relationship!

✰ Bewitched, Body & Soul by @kithtaehyung

Namjoon as Mr. Darcy!! I repeat, Namjoon as Mr. Darcy!! Ryen’s writing is so beautiful and captivating that you can’t help but fall so hard for this Namjoon - she captures the feeling of marital bliss perfectly!

✰ Once Upon a Bracelet by @ladyartemesia

I loved this because it read exactly like some of my favorite YA fantasy novels! The world-building was amazing, with both complex and also humourous elements, and Jungkook and OC were too cute with their bond!

✰ Kanalia by @xjoonchildx

I keep recommending medieval AUs, but this one is actually stunning. Ana pays so much attention to detail to write a story about a captivating woman and her life (why do all the best historical fics feature a sexy Hoseok? lmk)

✰ Over Jeweled Hills by @taegularities

This was so interesting! I loved the Pied Piper and Snow White crossover, and Yoongi as the Huntsman is such a perfect fit because you know he’ll bring those brooding, angsty vibes to the fic!

✰ Moonlit Throne by @hobidreams

If you haven’t read this yet, stop, leave this post, and go read! This is one of, if not the most epic drabble series I’ve ever read! We live a whole lifetime with King Yoongi in the Joseon era with love, tears, and laughter along the way. Truly such a fine body of work I cannot recommend enough.

✰ The Taste of Longing by @thatlongspringnight

NO but why am I feeling so much in such few words?! Like I was in shock after reading this because it takes talent to tell such a complete, enriching story in a short span! Also, Prince Namjoon is IT.

✰ A Piece of the Moonlight by @jimlingss and Enouement by @littlemisskookie

I’m grouping these two Mulan retellings together because they’re both excellent but also each unique in their own way! Both of them though, have lots of heartbreak and such a moral dilemma for the characters involved!

✰ One Year, My Love by @hayjeon

Cheating again bc this is based on the k-drama 100 Days, My Prince but this Jungkook is soooo cuuuteee! Like this is an adorable love story with some great historical elements!

#asks #secfir #bts fic recs #bts fic rec #bts fics #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts historical au #bts fantasy au #this took longer than I expected to compile but worth it!#show these authors some love!

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inklore · 3 years

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slow tempered lovers.

headcanon premise: after agreeing with a sick katy to work her shift at the gallery she works at, you have an intense run in with one of the artists there. the two of you getting off on the wrong foot, until fate helps you get on the right one.

pairing: artist!shang-chi x (f)reader

warnings: very cheesy and humorous, oral, mentions of nude drawings, unprotected sex, body worship, praise, mentions of alcohol, time jumps, unedited!!!!! reminder: you are in control of your reading consumption so if you don’t vibe with any of the above please do not go on. 18+ only.

word count: 8k+, i’m sorry it’s so long besties omfg.

etc: this definitely starts out semi-slow burn, then picks up pace and gets more smutty by the end. the smut is a lot quicker though. but basically i just wanted to make a small hc series featuring autumnal vibes/things because helllooo it’s the best season. though this one is probably the least autumnal feeling than the others i have planned.

🍂 autumn hc series part one. 🍂

When you two first meet it’s more of an accident than anything. Living in the city was not for the weak and the hefty rent bill that always seemed to shock you each month those big bold numbers showed across your draining-very-quickly bank account. So finding a second job had been more of demand than a want. And finding one job in the city was hard enough, finding another had been even trickier. And just when you’re about to give up the search, pick up more hours at your current job and hope by some miracle you would either get a raise or land something big; your friend Katy calls in a fit of coughs and sniffles begging you to cover her can’t-be-missed art showing at the gallery she worked at. It taking about thirty minutes for her to convince you and then another thirty to teach you the bare minimum of art terms, if anyone should ask you about the artists being showed, and the promise to give you the salary for the night and to bring you your favorite pumpkin muffins from the bakery near her apartment.

And it would be the perfect payoff, the perfect deal, if it wasn’t for the fact that you forget everything once you arrive at the gallery. The names of the artists slipping from your mind, only finding reminders when you walk by the several art pieces on the walls. You finding yourself quickly avoiding too many pressing questions: ‘is the artist here tonight?’ ‘do you know what mediums they used?’ ‘how did you obtain such art?’. You coming up with a good system of saying “let me go check!” and scattering off into a group of people to hide your clueless shame. Or grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the carts and offering it to them, feening shock when you see no one has offered them one already, distracting with booze and fake sympathy.

Towards the end of the event you find yourself sat on one of the long cushioned benches, your name tag ripped off and hid away in hopes no one will know or assume you’re actually supposed to be running the event. Having ran out of excuses, answers, and interjections. A glass flute of champagne in your hand, pretending to be immersed in the art pieces in front of you; portraits of people drawn in dark charcoal, some full body, others close up expressing different emotions, another of a woman with bobbed hair with a scowl on her brows. The smudging of the medium incredibly detailed making each piece highlight what was trying to be shown.

“Mind if I sit?” You don’t reply outright, or turn to see where or who the voice is coming from, half afraid someone might have remembered you as supposed to be working here rather than loitering around and avoiding the guests. The other half being you were too engulfed in the art piece in front of you. Your mind coming up with several different questions as to who this woman could be and what grave emotion, or action could of led up to the hurt written on her face.

So you reply with a quick “sure” offhandedly, sip from your glass and continue to gaze at the photo in front of you. Paying no mind to the stranger who takes the inadvertent invitation and sits beside you. The two of you seeming to be transfixed on the artwork ahead of you, gazes stuck on the strokes of black and crinkle of the woman’s forehead, the sharp point of a weapon attached to a string that flows around her wrists and arm, the murky background that sets it.

The two of you keep that shared silence, that you are thankful for, for what feels like forever. Until the man besides you decides to speak again, “what do you think of this artists work?” He asks. The pin prick of anxiety poking at your spine and making you straighten your posture, tap your finger nervously on your glass. And when you turn to him you expect to see some very-important-art-personal written on a name plate and pinned to his shirt. But instead you’re met with a soft smile, a hint of a dimple trying to peak out from his cheeks. The man wearing business casual on top but black jeans on the bottom. The top two buttons of his white dress shirt undone giving you a full view of his throat and very top of his chest, a normal part of the human anatomy that shouldn’t make you lose your breath for a split second. Or have your eyes quickly snapping back to his ever growing smile that makes you feel even warmer.

It takes you a beat to answer him, remembering that you only let your eyes roam on him to find a name plate, or some sign that you had in fact been caught as not knowing shit about art. Which: he held no evidence of being on the hunt to find such a person. “It’s. . .” You start, turning back towards the work, your head slightly tilted to the side. “Very emotional. Like, the artist was trying to convey a certain emotion but got lost in the chaos of it.”

“Hmm.” The stranger also turning to look at the artwork in question, “chaos.” He mumbles lowly. You wouldn’t of heard it if the two of you weren’t as close as you were. You just now noticing that there was only a few inches of room between his jean clad thigh and your naked one. “And what chaos has he gotten lost in?” His attention back on you, the same soft smile still lingering on his lips, making you smile in return.

“The kind that causes the artists emotions to be more on display than the model, or subject itself. He’s trying to show this woman holding these daggers, the look of hurt or grief on her face as if she’s just had to use them, or is going to use them. And that should be the main focus. But to me, personally, the main focus is how the charcoal patterns are erratic. The lines are messy and smudged and blotted and pressed that it looks like the artist was going through something more grieving than the woman was.”

The stranger doesn’t answer for a beat. You actually have to look back over to him to make sure he hadn’t up and walked away while you were looking between him and the photo. And when you look to him his face is no longer soft, something else has taken over his features. An expression that you can’t find surfacing on your brain, because the intense look he has in his eyes, the way he’s staring at you, it has your breath catching and words falling short. You almost think you’ve made him mad, or maybe over explained yourself. That maybe he was looking a short answer of ‘oh I think it’s cool’ or something, maybe he wasn’t into art either. Maybe he was just here because he had to be just like you. Whatever it was, the feelings bubbling in your belly had your whole body tightening in anticipation for when the tension would despise.

“Did I offend you?” You ask gently.

The man seems to come back to himself, chuckles, shakes his head. “No, no. Quite the opposite really.” He runs his fingers through his hair, barley tousling it out of place. “I’ve been to these things a million times, and each plays out the same when questions get thrown around. ‘Where do you get your inspiration from’ ‘who is she’ ‘how many have you actually sold’. And each time I give the same generic answer or get the same generic answer back when I turn the questions on them.” He’s looking back to you now, that warm feeling from his smile engulfing you once more. “But no one has ever given me an answer like yours though. Where they can see me through the work and not just the muse.”

You don’t know if you feel more embarrassed or shocked at the realization that washes over you when you process his words, and realize you had all but called the artist who made the artwork in front of you, who happened to be sitting next to you: chaotic. “Oh my god.” You quickly stood from the bench, running your hands down your black dress. Were you even allowed to give your honest opinions on the work here was that in Katy’s job description, no your job description for the night?? You were only there to help direct, hand out drinks and name tags and maybe spew out some pretentious vocabulary words when someone asked an important question about the flow of a paint brush. “I’m so sorry, I-should not have said-anything.” You stumble on your words. Ready to take off in the direction of your work station. Throw yourself back out into the wolves.

“Wait, no,” he laughs. “I didn’t mean for it to sound like you were insulting me, or my work.” He’s standing in front of you now, not in a ‘please listen to what I have to say’ creepy way. But more of a humorous, we are definitely getting off on the wrong foot kind of way. “I thought what you said was great, real, honest. Not everyone is honest about your work once they find out they are actually speaking to the artist who made it.”

“How do you know I was being honest? My employment here could very well mean I have a script I need to follow to keep the masses coming back for more.” You pointed out, hoped it would come off more ground-standing than humorous so you could walk away without feeling too worried you were going to get Katy fired for it.

A look of confusion plays across the mans face, he looks around for a beat as if searching for something or someone, “you work here? With Katy? I’ve never seen you before.”

Shit. It was up until now that neither you, or Katy apparently, took into consideration that people who came to the gallery showings often would recognize that Katy wasn’t here. Or that they had never once seen you putting in work here, or that you didn’t mention Katy once as to tell everyone where her whereabouts were and why you a commoner were in her place instead. Making the situation even more fishy. And your brain can’t quite comprehend all of these thoughts so instead of bidding the stranger a goodbye you quickly walk past him and, what you hope is, out of sight from him and to the back room where you can freak out and call Katy during said freak out in peace.

🍂

When you two meet again it’s ironically due to Katy, once again.

An impromptu dinner party, that was more or less five of you in Katy’s small apartment, random displays of food on every counter space available. Assortments of liquor adorning beside said food, music playing softly in the background, while Katy insisted you all gear up to play a shorter version of Monopoly, that you were sure she was stretching the truth about.

You hadn’t expected to see him there. Hadn’t expected to see him standing in the small kitchen space, cheese and crackers in hand. His expression seeming to perk up when he recognizes you. “Oh, hey.” He smiles politely. “I met you at the showing right?”

You can’t help the sigh that you release or the prickle of embarrassment that still clung to you from just thinking about the mishap. “Yeah, that’s me.” You grimace but he doesn’t seem to notice, as he laughs softly, cut off from saying his next words as Katy enters the small space, making her presence more than known.

“Ahh, so you two meet, again.” She gives you a little smirk as she looks between the two of you. “I heard you completely trashed on my boys art here, y/n.” Katy teases as she reaches for a can of beer, smirk still ever present as she watches you scowl at her and flounder with even more embarrassment. So they were friends, and really good ones it seemed. You wondered how you had never met him before. You had met all of Katy’s friends, at least you did, when you had time to be a social butterfly and not worry about keeping a roof over your head.

“I didn’t trash on it.” You state, assure, convince, whatever tone you were using to take the heat from your cheeks, and embarrassment rolling off of you. “I just simply gave a too honest review to the artist who I didn’t even know was an artist.”

“His name was below the artwork, how did you not know it was him?” Katy’s laughing now, as if the most obvious thing was hilarity gold to her.

“In her defense, I didn’t tell her my name.” He interjects, sends you a sweet smile, maybe laced with a bit of sympathy because he too knows you’re suffering at the sake of comedy right now.

“Oh, shit.” Katy shrugs, nods her head as if it all makes sense now. She opens the beer in her hand, takes a sip and then continues her thought. “Well, y/n this is Shaun, or Shang-chi, and vice versa.” She smiles as if this introduction fixes everything and you definitely should not still be feeling completely ridiculous about the events.

“it’s nice to meet you,” Shang-chi holds out his hand politely. You give him a chaste smile before shaking his hand and quickly going back into your defense stance; arms crossed, foot tapping anxiously. Hoping that now that introductions had been spoke that Katy and him would scatter from the kitchen and leave you to wallow in embarrassment alone.

But that does not in fact happen. Katy moving over to one of the food trays closest to you, quickly noticing that she forgot a very important condiment that pairs amazing with the cheese her mother told her was a dinner-party-must. “I can go get it. I’m sure the corner store has it,” You insist, not waiting in the kitchen long enough to hear an excuse as to why you shouldn’t or couldn’t go.

The excuse never comes though, Katy quickly apologizing and thanking you before she all but volunteers Shang-chi to accompany you. “It’s late, he can’t protect you.” She smirks, calling back to the two of you the, now two item, grocery list as she goes back into the living room. Everyone bidding the two of you a goodbye before you leave the apartment and step out into the cool Autumn air.

The two of you walk in silence until you almost forget that he is beside you. The only tell being the crunch of leaves under his shoes and the slight shivering breath you both take when the wind whips a little too hard. “Was that your first time working at a gallery the other night?” Shang-Chi asks. His hands in his jean pockets as he keeps up with your stride.

“Wasn’t it painfully obvious?” Your tone is laced with sarcasm that only seems to make him chuckle softly. You figured Katy had told him by now that you were covering for her, so the question is a bit surprising to you, as is his reaction.

“I don’t think you did too bad your first time.” He states, “Katy is oddly overzealous when she runs those things. Like a sports mom, but with art.” The two of you laugh, you envision Katy running around the gallery making super everything was perfect, everyone had a drink in hand, everyone knew which artist was who, or how to correctly say gouache. “I didn’t take why you said as offensive you know.” Shang-Chi breaks the short silence that had spread between the two of you once again. “I’ve had many bad reviews about my art, especially from those closest to me,” You glance over at him, see his facial expression mock humor with an eye roll at his own words. But a grimace of sadness slowly follows it, and the thought of asking him about it hangs in your mind. But deciding against when you bring yourself back to the reality that you two have only just met. He’s probably not one to air out super personal things with someone he’s met all but twice now.

“I knew you were being genuine. Honest, I meant that.” He gives you that same warm smile that suddenly makes it seem way warmer than it is outside. The little fire of embarrassment dwindle down into cinders at his reassuring words. He huffs out a breath and looks ahead, “it was just nice to hear.”

You smile towards the ground as the two of you continue your walk. “Well, I can unintentionally bash, while also complimenting your work, again sometime. I am looking for a second job after all.” This makes him laugh and the way his eyes light up and his cheeks seem more rosy from the cold air, makes your stomach do a little flutter. Laughing along with him as you try to not to notice your heart beating a little bit faster.

“I’ll be sure to only hire you as a critic from now on. The only opinion that I will take wholeheartedly.”

🍂

After that it’s as if you two can’t stop running into one another. You’re sure no thanks to Katy, as you seen realize that all the surprise meets coincidentally come to play with her having a hand in it.

Your favorite cafe shop, where you almost crumble your pumpkin muffin on Shang-Chi’s sweatshirt when you turn and he’s there getting in line. Him letting it be known that Katy suggested he try the muffins here, that it was the best cafe on the block. Which wasn’t wrong, but not even the woman herself would bother to trudge herself down here, knowing the line would be too long and by the time it was her turn to order the fresh muffins would be gone and the hard old ones would be served up. So you found it surprising she would suggest the place, especially since you were sure Shang-Chi didn’t live even remotely in the vicinity. And when he added “She said it was your favorite” his smile doing you in, making your grip your muffin a little tighter. The flutters in your stomach back from the last time you two were in each other’s presence.

The feeling only growing when you take pity on watching him wait inline for so long. You sitting at one of the many tables as you watch him. The two of you making contact here and there to smile at each other and laugh softly at how slow the line was moving. It all ending with you splitting half your muffin with him and him being wowed. His smile crinkling the skin by his eyes.

And it continues like that. Surprise meetings, Katy mentioning something to one of you to get you there. You both feening ignorance at to what she could possibly be up to. But finding the time to walk beside each other in the park, that you walked home from work through everyday, Katy telling Shang-Chi that it was the best park to go to for the perfect views to sketch. Or Katy telling you about this amazing takeout place, that just so happened to be close to Shang-Chi’s apartment, where he seemed to order from almost every night because he didn’t feel like cooking something for one; the two of you occupying a table together. The conversations flowing between the two do you casual and easy. His smile still making your stomach flutter in a mess.

It’s not until you are begged by Katy herself to go to a karaoke bar, her quickly mentioning “Shaun will be there”, sly and slick like it would be the icing to get you to eat the cake; you knew she was plotting against you, or for you. You weren’t too sure which latter it was yet. Or if you even liked the thought of which it could be.

And instead of letting yourself sit in your stuffy apartment and dwell on it, or stand in the mirror for another second debating on your outfit, convincing yourself it wasn’t because you wanted to look good for anyone, at all, ever. And then ignoring the anxious feelings once you meet at Katy’s apartment, Shang-Chi giving you his signature smile when he see’s your enter the room, walking beside you the entirety of the walk to the bar. Holding the door open for you, ordering you a drink. Asking you what your go to karaoke song was and if you needed help belting it out. You definitely were not letting yourself think of how any of that was making you feel. And you were definitely ignoring Katy’s smirks and subliminal eye messages from across the room.

“Let’s do Hotel California next!” Katy cheers, hands you and Shang-Chi another shot. Her cheeks already red and voice hoarse from drinking and singing to hard. The warmth from the liquor burning your stomach, your cheeks heating from the commotion of bodies in the confined space and effort to give your best Celine Dione.

“I actually have to head out soon.” Shang-Chi pipes up. It doesn’t stop him from downing the shot Katy handed him. Or standing up from the couch ready to sing along with Katy as she sets in the next song.

“Shaun,” Katy groans, turns to him and raises her hands in the air like she’s about to protest something big. “You are freelance and work on your own time, what possibly could you be doing that can’t start at noon tomorrow?”

“I’m trying to find inspiration. I can’t do that with a hangover.”

“I’m pretty sure you can. Just pop an Advil and wear some sunglasses.” The shorter of the two grins.

“Katy,” Shang-Chi laughs softly. “I’ve been wanting to work with more live models. I’m sure my bloodshot eyes and vodka coated morning breath will surely not lure them in.”

Katy makes a face, turns to the projector as Hotel California’s intro begins to play. “You are staying for this song and then I’ll let you go, deal?” The two shake hands in agreement, smile and hum softly as they wait for the lyrics. When she motions for you to join you do so without argument and stand beside Shang-Chi microphone in hand. “Wait,” Katy interjects just as the first line begins, turning towards the both of you. A look of pure genius twinkling in her eyes. “You want live models, y/n is looking for a second job, why don’t you have her model for you? I’m sure it’ll be cheaper and,” She gives a sly smile, “you’ll get to know each other better. Not to mention less worry about responsibility, and more time for karaoke.”

The two of you freeze. Your gazes meeting each other’s. Shang-Chi’s expression one of confusion; brows raised, head leaned to the side. While you just look between him and Katy nervously, your palm sweating and surely coating the microphone in a sheen of it. Part of you wanted to scowl at Katy, ask her what she thinks she was doing not only mentioning you needing a second job. The odd feeling of embarrassment at the declaration being the main cause of your sweat. The other was: the possibility of spending more time with Shang-Chi. Which. . .was not something that left a bad feeling in your marrow. Quite the opposite.

“I don’t think Im the modeling type.” You declare. Breaking the tense filled silence.

“All you have to do is stand there.” Katy shrugs, reassuring you as she begins to sing along to her appointed tune. “And Shaun is desperate,” She smiles. “He’s been looking for live models for a while, just don’t think he’s good enough to ask someone other than his sister.”

Shang-Chi grimaces, giving the woman a tight lipped smile. “Thanks for that.” Katy sends him a wink and continues to sing along. He looks to you and gives you a genuine, apologetic smile. Which you return with a shy one. Feeling almost jittery at the attention and prospect. “I wouldn’t be opposed.” He admits. “I have been wanting to up my real-time-emotions work, since this really heavy critic said I’m slacking on it.” You can’t help the laugh that leaves your lips at the clear jab at the reminder of your all to embarrassing first meeting, again, and the too honest review you shot him with. Your stomach doing a little flutter when he laughs along with you. The alcohol making the whole thing funnier than it truly was, but the warmth of it soothing your anxiousness when Shang-Chi confirms that he means, and would love to have you model for him if you wanted to, of course. No pressure.

You tell yourself it’s the mention of pay that really sets it in stone for you. Really makes your decision for you. Definitely not the way Shang-Chi’s face looks softer and eyes look brighter at the prospect. Or him sitting down beside you on the leather couch to talk over his ideas for his next project. Leaving Katy to sing by herself, not seeming phased at all as she makes a grand performance.

🍂

And when you arrive at Shang-Chi’s apartment the next day, checking your hair in the reflection of very store you pass along the way. The Autumn wind doing little to help. Standing outside of his door for at least three minutes before having the courage to knock on the door. His bright smile and the smell of pencil led and wood of his apartment, being the only things that ease your anxiety. The two of you still feening almost shyness as you go over poses and Shang-Chi reassuring you every step of the way at your ‘I have no idea what I’m doing’ declarations and sympathy.

His soft words and heat from his palm as he reaches over and places it atop of your hand perched on your knee, making your insides boil down to a heat filled simmer. “You’re going to do great. Really, once you’ve been sat in the same spot for hours I’m sure you’re going to regret even agreeing to this.” He chuckles, “so, please. Don’t be nervous.”

You laugh nervously, “just as long as you make me look good!” You jokingly warn as you move to the directed stool he has placed in the middle of his apartment, a white backdrop draped on the far wall. His hands coming up to move your arm here and hand here. His hand on your back to help straighten you making you want to lean into him more. Your nerves lighting up.

He stops in front of you, smiling down at you as he moves a piece of your hair to fall slightly in your face. “You already look good.” He says so cooly and velvety smooth that it has your breath catching. The look of appreciation and fondness written all over his face. You almost wonder if you imagined it.

And that’s how it goes for the next few weeks. You come over to his apartment when you’re not working. You sit in whatever position, and expressions, he puts you in: lying on the couch with a book in hand, leaning against a wall or the balcony of his apartment, perched on a stool looking up. Even sitting on the floor at his coffee table as you eat from a bowl of takeout Shang-Chi orders after your stomach obnoxiously growls during one of your sessions. Your cheeks heating with embarrassment, him looking up from his sketchbook smiling, wasting no time to grab his phone and order something without question or word. The two of you growing more comfortable in the shared space.

“Have you always used pencil, or charcoal?” You ask as you are sat on the couch, holding the pose Shang-Chi directed you in. You watching him look up to you, work his hands along the paper, rub his fingers along lines, shade here and there, for what seems like hours. The only sound being the friction of the medium against paper, the wind blowing fallen leaves outside of the window. And the soft music playing from a record player on the otherwise of the room.

“Yes.” He answers with a small grin. “I’ve tried various forms of paint before. Even tried my hand at sculpting, which was definitely not for me.” He chuckles to himself, as if remembering the inside memory. It makes you smile. “I love the mess. Of lead. Charcoal. Both of it-all of it.” He looks up from the sketch, eyes on you as he continues. “Love how it leaves smudges on my hands and the way it feels between my fingers. And, as weird as it sounds, the bitter smell it leaves behind.”

You smile at him as you hear the genuine contentment in his voice as he speaks to you. His eyes never leaving yours as he lets you in on a little piece of him. Your stomach fluttering. “What does it feel like?” The question is probably childish, weird. But with the way he describes the medium it has you absent mindingly moving from your pose slightly as you try to pear over at the black object in his hands.

You expect for him to maybe laugh at you and confirm your question being dumb, but instead he motions for you to come sit beside him. Hands you the piece of Charcoal between his fingers once you are sat beside him. His sketchbook placed in your lap next. You look down at the fresh new page, the hard dark medium between your fingers. Running the pad of your finger along the smooth tip, the slight ridges in the side, a smudge of black leaving itself ever present on your skin. “It just feels like chalk.” You declare honestly and it makes him laugh.

“Here,” he moves closer to you. “Try this.” He places his hands upon yours, his grip light and soft. The medium flush against the paper as he moves his hand along with yours, moving the charcoal along the white of the sketchbook. Your heart slowly picking up speed. You let him completely have control of the functions in your hand. Moving your fingers out to smudge lines, run circles along the murky paper. The black deepening on your fingers and leaving evidence of him on your flesh as his one digits move along yours, in between, almost lacing your fingers together. Pressing the pad of them into the tops of yours. Soft. Smooth. Gentle.

You try to pay attention to the lines he is making with your hands. The swoops, the direction, the shading, the feel of the bitter smoothness of the medium and slight coarseness from the paper. But theirs a haze over your mind. A dull haze of nothing but Shang-Chi and how close he is to you right now. Your breath hitching to an almost halt from the proximity of him. The feel of him this close. The touch, press, and movement of his hand against yours. You can feel his shallow breath on you, beside your face. The warmth washing over you as his chest leans more into the side of you. And when his fingers move yours in that same circular motion as before it has your body heating up with something you don’t expect. Has your body almost going rigid and stiff as your mind switches gears completely to something more intimate and dirty. Your mind flashing images of the same circular motion his fingers are doing against yours somewhere else. Somewhere more private. Your thighs slowly moving closer together, your cheeks warming at not only the thought but the shyness of even thinking such things right now. This close to Shang-Chi.

And when he mumbles the words “Just like that,” softly against the shell of your ear your stomach drops and your breath stops all together. Your conscious seeming to bring you back to the present and really acknowledge the low burning ache you now feel below your belly. You can feel the tension in the room between the two of you, not sure if you caused it. If Shang-Chi has been feeling your shift, your body language and breath changing. The warmer feel of your skin on his. But when his hands stop, the two of you turning to look at each other, your faces close, so so close. Mouths inches away that it would only take one of you shifting just right for them to connect. His eyes looking almost as drunk with lust as you feel.

“I see why you like it. . .” Are the only words that you can dig up from your hormonal brain. The only thing that seems to bring reality crashing fully down onto the both of you. The moment of tension turning tides at your words. Shang-Chi chuckling softly as he stares at you for a beat, his signature smile and dimple making you regret even speaking. Half wishing you just leaned forward instead. Let your mouths do the talking in another way, it being painfully obvious you both having had wanted the same thing.

🍂

The next session you two have is outside. Shang-Chi suggesting the two of you, not only get some much needed natural light and air from his stuffy apartment, but to also help him work more on his background and setting sketch’s.

So the two of you end up at the park. The cloudy sky casting a dull grey light upon the yellow and brown scenery. You sit on a cold bench, leaves blowing across your boots. Your gaze set across the park as Shang-Chi sits beside you making light conversation as he sketch’s. You only looking over to him when you feel a fallen leaf make it’s home in your hair, Shang-Chi laughing softly as his fingers work gently to pick it out of your hair. The tips of his fingers making the slightest of touches against your cheek as he removes the golden leaf from your tendrils.

And with the way he is looking at you, you think maybe this is going to be the moment you’ve thought about since that night in his apartment; where you wanted more than to feel his mouth on yours. That maybe your mind will get a moment of peace once you finally feel his lips on yours. That you will no longer have to daydream about it, or let your mind and fingers wander at night under the sheets.

But the first drop of rain is what breaks the stare between you two; landing right atop of your forehead. The two of you both laughing and looking to the sky. The one stop being the only warning before heavy drops start to fall in rapid motion. Quickly soaking the two of you as you both scurry up from the bench, Shang-Chi grabbing your hand as the two of you make a run for it in the direction of his apartment. Your clothes sticking to you in an uncomfortable fashion once you finally reach his apartment building, rushing in and stopping at his door. You two leaning against the wall as you try to catch your breaths, looking over at one another; hair soaked, jackets weighed down by rain and mud. A fit of laughter breaking out between the two of you and your current state.

Once your laughter has died down and your breaths have been caught. The two of you relaxing into the silence of the hall and the loud clattering of the rain against the building. You look over at the still open page of his sketchbook in his hands, droplets of water all over the page, crinkling it at the corners, making the page brittle. The smudges of the charcoal nature made rather than from Shang-Chi’s fingers. “Your sketch,” you point out. A small frown on your face as a pang of sympathy runs through you.

Shang-Chi not having the same reaction to the ruined piece as you. His smile taking you by surprise. “It’s alright.” He looks back up to you, “it conveys the real muse,” he moves closer to you, invading your space so there’s no room left but him. Him pressed flush against your front. His hand coming up to rest itself on the side of your cheek. “Soaked from the rain, but still breathtaking.” His words are soft and cut off as his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. Your body letting out a sigh of relief at finally feeling his lips. Finally having his hands in your hair pulling your closer to him. Your hands all over him, even if the wetness from his clothes only dampens your hands more no matter where you touch. It’s as if your body and nerves had been craving to be touched, felt, seen by this man. That your mind could not keep up, it only realizing your attraction to Shang-Chi just days ago, your body having had known long before; it leaning in, keening, mewling at his touch.

The two of you waste no time in pushing through the door of his apartment, trying to shed the wet clothes of your body in a haste. The task seeming more impotent than anything. The struggle making your body ache and shake even more. You wonder for a second if Shang-Chi is going to take you to his room. If this is really going to happen. And by the way he pulls away to rid you of your shirt, his fingers running down your damp skin, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck, chest, the top of your breasts. His fingers fiddling with your bra before it slips down your arms. His mouth making quick work on your nipples. His fingers finding your jeans as you follow suit with ridding him of his shirt, taking a few longer seconds than needed to admire his chiseled body. Before you both get the others pants undone and work on pushing them down damp skin. Your mouth connected, moans and groans of frustration and need filling the room; you know that you two won’t make it to his bedroom. That you need him here and now. The pounding ache in your pussy, the feel of his clothed cock between your folds as he lifts you and you wrap your legs around his waist. Your back against his apartment door.

And when he enters you it’s slow and all at once. Shang-Chi letting a breathy “fuck,” fall from his lips as he fills you. Your body clenching around him. One hand gripping your hair to smash your lips back to his. The other pressed above your head against the door. His thrusts slow and calculated at first. Open mouthed moans and breaths shared at the sheer pleasure and intensity of it all. “Wanted to do this for so long, fuck.” Shang-Chi moans into your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there making your back arch even more against the door, your weight pressed into it. “So, beautiful. Don’t know how I wait so long for this.” He chuckles softly as he presses his lips to yours again, his tongue against yours, his breath mixing with your heavy ones.

He felt so good. Every part of him. Even the parts of you he wasn’t touching. All you could feel was him. His cock stretching you in a way that burns with a deep pleasure that’s finally being sedated that your body shakes, moves in rhythm with his to let him go deeper, to feel him everywhere. The drag of his cock against your tight walls making you even more drunk on him. The dampness of rain on your bodies soon turning into mixed sweat and pheromones of desire and need.

You not even having to tell him what you need. Shang-Chi moving his arms under your legs, holding you in this new position, gripping your ass, allowing him to go deeper inside of your. Your head lolling back against the door. A string of incoherent moans and declarations of “fuck, Shang-Chi” “harder, omg” leaving your hoarse lungs. The burn only becoming worse when you feel his pelvis positioned just right to rub against your throbbing clit, the friction making your toes curl and mouth go slack.

“I’ve been dreaming about how it feels to have you cum on my cock, baby.” Shang-Chi moans against your neck. “Please, cum for me, let me feel you grip me. Fall apart while I’m inside of you. Bet you look so beautiful when you cum.”

His words setting every nerve of your body on a euphoric charge. That all it takes is a few more hard thrusts and him moaning your name into your mouth, and you’re coming. Your mind going hazy with the blissful intensity of shakes and shivers and pleasure and Shang-Chi. Your body becoming so sensitive that you let out small squeals when his thrusts becoming faster and harder against your hips and sensitive core. Shang-Chi quickly following suit, his head buried into your neck, his wet lips on your skin, his words of “fuck, baby” embedded on you, as he quickly pulls out of you and comes. Your thighs and his hand coated in him.

And once the two of you have came down, breaths shallow and slow. Bodies whipped clean, except for the burning of fingertips and mouths singed on each other’s skin. Eyes heavy sedated. Lips swollen and sensitive from rough kisses, bites, and tongues. Throats raw and aching. Your body heavier than before as Shang-Chi sets you on the couch. Your head rested against his chest. His hand moving softly in your hair. His lips resting at the back of your head.

The sheer passion and softness of it all. Of his touches. Of his kisses. His gaze. The rain outside casting a dull grey glow across your bodies. Shang-Chi’s whispers of attempted conversation making you smile; it’s all more than anything you could ever wanted, but didn’t know you needed.

🍂

The next time you find yourself at Shang-Chi’s apartment for another session, he opens the door and greets you with a kiss. Passionate, close, and gentle.

“I’ve been thinking about the other night.” He admits cooly. Pulls you into the warm apartment, shutting the door behind you. Pushes your back up against it, the events of the last time you two were together in this very spot flashing in your mind already heating your body up and making you ache. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it since it happened; it was all you could think about, dream about, touch yourself to. Daydreaming about the next time, hoping and praying there would be a next time with him.

“I didn’t get to taste you.” He smirks, picks you up and carries you over to the couch setting you down with a bounce. The both of you laughing at the motion. The humor wearing off as soon as Shang-Chi’s lips meet yours again, him sliding down to his knees to rest in between your open legs. His fingers making quick work with the button of the plaid skirt, pulling it down to toss to the other side of the room where your shoes sit. Your stockings and panties following suit, until your lower half is completely naked to him. His mouth kissing a trail up the inside of your thigh, the sensitive, sensual touch making you shiver and shift. The anticipation as he keep eye contact with you the closer he gets to your, already soaked, cunt.

And when his mouth finally makes contact with your wet center it sends shockwaves through you. Your body arching up into his mouth. Your hand instinctly going to the top of his head. The back of your head finding the cushions of the couch, your eyes closed in pleasure.

Shang-Chi devouring every bit of you. Alternating between licking and sucking at your clit; his tongue moving in circles, flicking, and massaging the sensitive bud just right that it has you gripping his hair, cursing as a moan after moan falls from your open mouth. His tongue teasing at your entrance, his grip on your thigh tightening and untightening the more intensely his mouth pleases and devours.

“Mmm,” Shang-Chi moans against your core, the vibration making your legs stutter and shake against his shoulders. Your hips rolling against his tongue, making the pleasure even more intense and so good. You think you hear him tell you how good you taste as he laps at you. And how he wants you to come on his tongue. Your mind clouded by the ache and burn of pleasure that all you can hear is your own heart beating in your ears and the moans you can’t stop from letting out.

Your orgasm reaches you quick and like a thunderstorm on the horizon waiting for the right moment to wreck havoc. Your body going rigid as you arch into the couch, your legs shaking and body quiver, as Shang-Chi sucks at your clit as you come on his tongue. A soft satisfied moan vibrating from his lips onto your skin.

He kisses your inner thighs, gently places them back onto the couch on either of him. Leans up with a smile and kisses your forehead, him leaning his forehead onto yours in its wake. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you.” He says sweetly. One hand finding yours and connecting your fingers. The other rubbing small circles into your hip.

And all you can do is smile because you know you’ll never get enough of him either.

He shows you as much as, after a beat, he’s kissing you. Removing your shirt and bra, letting his mouth roam and caress your breasts. Making his way back down to your still throbbing pussy as he makes you come on his mouth again.

You showing your appreciation the following day when you waste no time in dropping to your knees at the entry way of his apartment, your mouth wrapped around his cock. His hands in your hair, filthy words spewing from his teeth bitten lips, as you taste and savor him. Showing him you’ll never get enough of him either. The feeling of his cum shooting to the back of your throat setting the notion in stone.

🍂

After that it kind of goes on in that same manner. You seeming to come over to his apartment more times than not to end up in his bed, on your knees, or begging him to let you rest after making you come for the third time that day.

Once the two of you have had enough of each other you either get back to what lead you both here in the first place: sketching. Or Shang-Chi orders food and the two of you sit on the floor of his apartment, naked and pressed to each other, as you eat and talk. No matter what it all usually ending in sex or you falling asleep in his arms.

But when Shang-Chi asks you if he can sketch you nude. The question brought up after a night spent in bed together. The two of you stood at his front door to abide each other a goodbye. His hands at your sides, smiling down at you. “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it. I understand. There’s no pressure.” His sincerity written all over his face as he runs his thumb down your cheek.

You knew your answer even before he reassured you that it was okay if you said no. That seeing your body in any form you allowed, just allowing him to touch and taste you, is enough, and would always be enough for him. Him giving you an out, a reassurance that makes your heart full. Even before any of that, the intense thrill that shoots through you at the thought of him sketching you completely naked for his and his eyes only; it was a done deal for you.

So when you are back at his apartment the next day, a cream colored sheet hung on one of the walls, a matching colored one adorned on the floor below it as well. You don’t know why your nerves act up. Shang-Chi having seen you naked more times than you could count up until now. There was no need for the anxious feelings swirling around inside of your belly as you laid on the sheet, his posing you and sitting atop a stool a good distance in front of you. But you know why after you’re in your position for a while, your body settling in on autopilot now used to the long wait of having to hold a spot. Your eyes catching his every so often, the intense look of being completely lost in you; blown out pupils, swollen lips from being licked too much, the swallow breaths and slight pink tint of his cheeks giving way to every feeling and thought Shang-Chi was currently having about you as he sketched your naked body with precise lines and shades. This felt more intimate than when you two actually fucked.

As if you whole being was on display for him and it wasn’t overshadowed by moans or pure thoughts of the aching pleasure to come. It was just you two, him seeing you, you seeing him. The appreciation and devotion to what he was doing, how you looked, the way your body moved and turned and formed. And how he could capture that, remember it, reach out and feel it and have the evident of black smudge on his hand as a reminder that this was real. He saw you. Could see you. Could touch and fed you and vice versa. It was all so much.

And when he is done he joins you on the sheet. He kisses you with passion and spends extra time running his hands along your body, caressing every curvature and line. Every crevice and ample piece of skin his mouth can connect to. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers against you, “my muse, perfect.” He praises, worships your body with his tongue and hands until you are coming and he’s inside of you. Smudges of charcoal staining both of your skins as he wraps his arms around you, kisses you, thrusts into you. The passion he has as he fucks you on the floor, praising you, telling you how good you are, how good you feel, how are more than he could of ever thought up. It takes your breath away and leaves your bones aching and body needing him for always.

After you both have come and laugh softly at the little smudges the two of you have now littered all over your bodies, you lay in a quiet calming silence. Your body still reeling and aching. Hot all over.

And when the two of you finally move to the other side of the room, laying against each other on the couch, eyes looking upon the sketch of you; naked and exposed in all of your glory to him. You ask him, “what do you think?” You look over to him, “what do you see?”

His gaze meets yours, his soft smile there and lazy on his lips as he says, “Only you. There’s no trace of me in here expect how the lines came to be. Everything else is you. It’s all you.”

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BnHA Chapter 317: My Boy Was Just Like Me

Previously on BnHA: AFO randomly blew up Lady Nagant as a good reminder of why you should never make a deal with this fucking guy, smdh. Hawks was all “well if it isn’t my two best friends, Deku and Lady Nagant, both of whom I respect and love tremendously.” Everyone was all “??” and Horikoshi was all “shh... just pretend” because it was too embarrassing for him to admit that he forgot to write a couple of set-up flashbacks I guess. Anyway so Hawks got Lady to tell them where AFO was hiding out, and everyone said goodbye to her and Overhaul, who never did get to see his boss (sorry buddy, I’ll send you a vial of my tears in the mail), and headed out to a house in the woods. AFO was all “hello Deku :) :) it sure is fun making you suffer :) :) :) anyways this is a trap”, and blew up the house. Yeah, we all here are getting reaaaaaaaal tired of your shit, AFO.

Today on BnHA: The Hawksquad and Edgeplatoon meet in a warehouse and are all “what should we do about the fact that everything sucks?” Mt. Lady is all “here’s a thought, what if we tried battling AFO with more than six people.” Hawks and Endeavor are all “great initiative, but just a friendly reminder that our friends also suck and would probably betray Deku which would suck further still.” Shouto is all “ANSWER THE PHONE DAD” and Endeavor is all “[IRONICALLY DOESN’T ANSWER THE PHONE].” Meanwhile over in Sadtown, capital of Sadland Prefecture, Japan, Deku is all “All Might, as you can clearly see I am completely fine and good, never been better in fact, definitely not caught up in the throes of an epic mental breakdown which is shutting me down emotionally, anyway so on that note I would like to leave you now goodbye!!” All Might is all “[can’t actually form any words because he’s too distraught].” Fandom is all “o(╥﹏╥)o.” Horikoshi is all “(*＾-’) 乃 [pew pew finger guns and barrel rolls into the darkness].”

sweet jesus lord

this literally doesn’t even look like Deku anymore?? this looks like Dark!Deku who shows up to fight you in that one room in the Water Temple. he looks like he’s about to crawl out of my television set and murder me with his psychic powers good lord

holy shit lmao Horikoshi is really just shrugging his shoulders and resolving last week’s cliffhanger with a single line of dialogue

fire is no one’s weakness. idk what other options you’ve got, AFO, but you’re gonna have to go back to the drawing board. maybe try bees or something. I’m just saying. we’re all expecting fire at this point but nobody is expecting bees

anyway so now they’re all sitting in some warehouse somewhere chatting about it I guess. shoutout to Horikoshi for finally giving my man Edgeshot some more dialogue at long last

well, Edgeshot, to answer your question, she exploded. so naturally she’s fine

nah just kidding, Hawks says she won’t be able to help them out much because she’s recovering from being exploded. this is the part where we all ignore the fact that Hawks got set on fire for like a full ten minutes back during the War arc and was only in the hospital for a day. anyways enjoy your temporary plot hiatus Nagant

man there’s a lot of dialogue here and I’m trying to figure out where to insert commentary but it’s kinda difficult lol. basically, Edge and the others are saying that they should gather up the other remaining heroes and get them all caught up on the whole OFA situation. which, hmmmm

like on the one hand, these guys definitely aren’t going to cut it on their own, so it’s a reasonable suggestion on the face of it. but on the other hand, do we really want to entrust the OFA secret to a bunch of other people, most of whom shat the bed during the War arc to be quite frank? is it really worth the additional risk? especially given that any one of them might go spilling the beans to the public -- or worse, betray them to AFO??

also just a quick side note here, Mt. Lady’s character development never ceases to delight me. she’s become so committed to her responsibility as a hero these days, and it fucking suits her. I genuinely consider to be one of the elites now. I mean it doesn’t hurt that all the other elites are fucking dead lol but still

wait what? Death Arms retired??

Death Arms as in the guy who was too afraid of a little fire to try and save a terrified 14-year-old kid who was slowly suffocating right before his eyes?? that Death Arms???? color me surprised. shocked, I tell you

...okay but holy fuck

Death Arms. bro. my expectations for you were low but holy shit. like I’m sorry, but I don’t even have it in me to try and pretend like I feel the slightest bit of sympathy for him or Old Man Samurai or any of those other guys today. thanks for a whole lot of nothing my dude. good riddance

(ETA: so I’m rereading this the next day and realize this comes off as kind of harsh, so let me just try to clarify. it’s not the fact that he’s quitting that bothers me, to be honest. it’s the fact that he’s quitting specifically because he feels like the public is being mean to him. that’s it.

seriously. it would be one thing if he was quitting because he was scared, because now that is human. nobody wants to die, and I doubt any amount of training can ever fully prepare someone to go up against that fear. but the thing is, he never once mentions that, or talks about the danger aspect. instead, I got the distinct vibe from this speech that Death Arms is one of those people who only became a hero because of the limelight. and I just don’t have any patience for that. if all you care about are likes and subscribes then go become a fucking youtuber or some shit. nothing wrong with that! but you didn’t; you signed up to be a hero and protect these people. they gave you their respect and admiration because they trusted you to protect them. and now that they’re no longer in the mood to worship and applaud your every move on account of them being scared shitless because they’re living in the literal end times, you decide to dip. so like okay, fine then. don’t let the door hit you on the way out. anyways lol sorry for the rant.)

anyway so yeah. perfect example of why I don’t exactly have a ton of faith in most of the remaining heroes out there lol. also let me just once again give a shoutout to my best girl Mt. Lady whom I suddenly find myself appreciating all the more

“please calm down makeste. drink some water and enjoy this fresh new jeans pun” listen Horikoshi don’t tell me what to do dammit

fine. it is a nice pun, I guess

-- damn so now Endeavor’s saying that the media is already being fed info by the retired heroes. so for some of these guys it wasn’t enough for them to abandon all the people they swore to protect and to leave their fellow heroes out in the cold; they decided they might as well actively make things worse for them while they were at it, huh. like I get wanting to spill all the dirty secrets from your old job that you just quit, but this isn’t Jeff Bezos you’re screwing over, this is a sixteen-year-old kid

-- like, yes!! this, right here!!

exactly!! let’s not forget that there are already two prior instances of this happening. Endeavor arguably deserved it, but Katsuki not so much

huh. Endeavor seems to have a more optimistic outlook regarding this than I do lol

I mean, this is the same public that didn’t hesitant to blame a kidnapped child for his own kidnapping, and then later on for being the downfall of the Symbol of Peace. but okay then

anyway so blah blah blah, more talk about how they need to use Deku as bait, which basically puts them back at square one, and then they’re all just trailing off into silence and sitting around in the dark lmao this is getting very depressing

SKDJFLSDKJ:LFKJ

SHOUTO?????

NOOOOOOOO ARE YOU KIDDING ME

OH HOW THE TURNTABLES OMG. THE GHOSTER HAS BECOME THE GHOSTEE. Endeavor you petty son of a bitch. and what a brutal cut to that flashback too. “let’s stop Touya together” nah Shouto I’ve got a better idea why don’t I abandon you in U.A. and sally off with Hawks and Jeanist to found the “let’s pretend like we’re doing something to help Deku” club, which basically consists of us sitting around making terrible decisions all day long

Shouto, honey. you deserve better my little Coca Cola can. .........but if you really do have something important you need to tell your dad you could just text it to him. all the love and support, hugs and kisses, you’re doing amazing sweetie. but if you need to pass on any vital information you can just write it down and hit send honey that’s all I’m saying love

now he’s getting another call?? -- or, no, Hawks is getting a call from All Might

ARE YOU FOR REAL HAWKS OMFG

so while you all were sitting around talking about how useless you are, the kid you’re supposed to be protecting was battling another hired gun. I see. please pardon me for one second, I have a phone call to make. the phone call is to RockLockRock and Manual. the reason for the call is to apologize for calling them the worst bodyguards ever back during the War arc. the reason for the apology is because it turns out I WAS SEVERELY MISTAKEN OMFG

JESUS CHRIST DEKU DID YOU JUST KILL THIS MAN LMAO

shoutout to Horikoshi for offscreening this fight. we get it, lol. Deku strong and scary, villains ineffectual and feeble, and AFO... [checks notes] yep, still a dick. the angst arc continues

-- the angst arc continues, SIR

jesus christ I may have to rethink all of my opinions about Deku being framed for murder in movie 3 lmao. never mind. he did it, your honor

holy fucking shit Deku. “he might blow up, so please be careful” fdlskjflk jlskdjflk lwkejflk anyway so I’ve decided the explosion running gag can stay, actually

DEKU WAIT YOU FORGOT YOUR LUNCH!!

lol why do I get the feeling some serious shit is about to go down. ALL MIGHT NEVER MIND BACK OFF I THINK HE NEEDS HIS SPACE

OH MY FUCK I GASPED OUT LOUD

NO NO NO. I KNEW THIS WAS COMING GODDAMMIT BUT NO. NEVER MIND, I CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT IT, I’M NOT READY TO CRY TODAY

shit. shit shit shit shit and OF COURSE all I can fucking think about is that stupid fucking prophecy and gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Deku please. please please please if you really are going to leave All Might here, please be so very careful in choosing your farewell words to him now because have this sudden horrible fear that this might be the last time you ever see him alive and oh god. oh god oh god

DEKU NO, YOU’RE REALLY NOT!?!?

I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE LESS FINE IN MY LIFE, ACTUALLY????

holy shit. and the fucking callback to the prophecy now. just in case we forgot. WHICH FYI, WE DIDN’T. but that’s basically confirming that this is all still very much on the table and HORIKOSHI NEVER FORGETS oh my god someone please hold me

and the fact that Deku’s flashing back to it now too, though?? because he never forgot either, because of course he didn’t, and now all this stuff is happening, and AFO’s words are getting to him, and this is literally his worst fear come to life and so of course he’s distancing himself from everyone, and now it’s finally come to even this. even the person he admires most

-- OKAY NO, FUCKING COME ON ALREADY I CAN’T TAKE THIS

I GET IT OH MY GOD, I ALREADY UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL IMPACT OF THIS MOMENT WITHOUT ALL OF THE DEVASTATING FLASHBACKS THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!! YOU ACTUALLY DO WANT ME TO CRY, HUH, IS THAT IT. THIS MAN THAT HE THINKS OF AS A FATHER, THIS MAN WHO HAS BEEN EVERYTHING TO HIM SINCE HE WAS A VERY YOUNG CHILD. EVERYTHING THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH, JUXTAPOSED AGAINST EVERYTHING DEKU IS UP AGAINST, EVERYTHING THAT’S AT RISK. LET’S JUST PUT IT ALL SIDE BY SIDE. LET’S JUST PILE ON ALL OF THE FEELS

(ETA: just a quick note that even though some of the posts I’ve read have described these as All Might’s flashbacks, I’m pretty sure they are Deku’s. most of these are scenes that only he was there for, so yeah. even though All Might is the one thinking the thoughts on the next page, the flashbacks are what’s running through Deku’s mind right now, and so we’re getting that emotion from both of them, which makes it extra devastating lol.)

wait, what???

WHAT??? do you really think that’s why he’s been so determined to protect you this entire time?? simply because you’re his successor?

-- oh no wait lol I think I got that mixed up, this is All Might saying that Deku feels the need to protect him. well that makes more sense lol

oh my god I cannot

his last words. his last words to him. and we can’t even see if he is smiling, like All Might always encouraged him to do. but what are the odds he can’t actually bring himself to do it. what are the odds he’s actually crying. oh god this scene is going to rip my heart out and STOMP on it in the anime isn’t it. Deku’s VA is going to full on murder me with emotion. not that there’ll be much of me left to murder after the thorough job that Horikoshi has already done here

YOU’RE CRYING. DEKU IS LEAVING ALL MIGHT AND IGNORING HIS OUTSTRETCHED HAND AND YOU’RE CRYING. AND BY “YOU” I MEAN “ME”, FUCK

nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope no words just feels just a big ol’ pile of feels. I do not have the strength. future me... [broadly gestures] good luck with all that

(ETA: LOL, WELL THEN.

what breaks my heart here is All Might. All Might, and everything he’s been through, and history repeating itself, and forcing him to live this moment from both sides because he wasn’t strong enough to fix things.

Toshinori had only just turned eighteen when Nana died. like, I feel like we don’t mention this enough. the All Might we know is a sixty-something-year-old man, and so everyone always talks about him like he’s basically been an adult forever. but he was a child when he met Nana. and he was still just a child when she died. barely a year older than Deku is now. younger than Mirio was when we first met him.

and we don’t talk about that. we don’t talk about how devastating that was for him. and we don’t talk about how the reason he grew up to become so reserved and withdrawn -- for all that he always tried so hard to outwardly project the image of a bold, confident, smiling hero -- was specifically because of what AFO did to him. because AFO targeted him in the exact way that he is now targeting Deku. because that’s what he does. he goes after every new user of OFA, and he finds out what’s most important to them, and then he destroys it. and for Toshinori, that was Nana. if you’ve read All Might Rising, you know that AFO basically killed her in front of him (and only killed her, while letting Toshinori and Gran get away). Toshinori (while crying) later says she was like a mother to him. and interestingly enough, during this same conversation, Gran tells Toshinori that he can see “that madness in [his] eyes” when Toshi talks about becoming strong enough to defeat AFO. madness in his eyes. sound familiar??

what’s happening to Deku now is the exact same thing that happened to Toshinori when he was a boy. AFO tried every bit as hard to break him as he’s trying with Deku now. “the path you’ve chosen is a thorny one. every battle grinds away at your soul with no end in sight.” we don’t talk about how Toshinori experienced this same thing for forty fucking years. and all the while isolating himself, exactly like Deku is doing now. pushing people away, exactly like Deku. because he never had anyone who was able to reach out and pull him back. and those words that he now finds himself frozen and unable to speak -- “don’t push yourself”; “you can rest” -- are the same words that no one ever said to him until decades later, when it was already far too late to make any difference.

everything that Deku is experiencing now is what Toshinori also went through. and it’s only now, as he watches it happen to his student, the boy he loves like a son, that he’s finally starting to realize the full extent of how wrong it was. you shouldn’t have to fight alone. you shouldn’t have to bear that kind of enormous burden alone. you shouldn’t have to push yourself, and you can rest. you can rest.

but it’s too late. just as he’s finally coming to understand it all, it’s all too fucking late. and he can’t say the words, he doesn’t know how to say the words, and then just like that, Deku is gone.

and he’s alone. again.)

I can’t. this can’t be their goodbye. I’m not ready. for this to be how they finally part, and then they never see each other again except in OFA. how is that fair. how is that fair. how is that fair

fuck me. lol. how many pages are left in this thing. let’s just wrap this up lol. so now of all the times for this fucking guy to finally show up

I can’t believe Stain has been here literally this entire time hiding behind this random wall and cutting onions. that was you who was cutting the onions, right. no need to answer that we’ll just say it was

HORIKOSHI JUST END THE CHAPTER PLEASE I’M OUT OF SPOONS. YOU HURT ME SO GOOD AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT BUT YOU NEED TO LET ME GO NOW SO I CAN BEGIN THE PROCESS OF TRYING TO PUT MY LIFE BACK IN ORDER HERE. SO WHERE ARE WE CUTTING TO NOW WHAT IS HAPPENING

Stain did you also let AFO give you a new quirk. what’s with you guys. do you like blowing up

oh nvm lol because they were talking about THIS GUY ohhhhhh my fucking god

THAT’S BECAUSE HE’S SAD, LINDA!! jesus

omfg. and so yes, good, the chapter is ending here now on page 15. for once I am FULLY on board with that lmao

anyway so tune in next week for more adventures of Werewolf Deku!! that is, assuming we don’t finally cut back to U.A. at long last, which is actually a strong possibility considering that this chapter will likely mark the end of volume 31. it sure wouldn’t kill Horikoshi to start giving us some hope after everything he’s just put us through lol. KACCHAN COME GET YA BOY

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