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He's both silly and truamatized
when his trauma and pain is at it's peak, he can still drop a Gokaiger quote
OBSESSED with people who are surprised that Espio is actually lame in the new sonic game. Cause every time I just think of this
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#project blue streak#espio the chameleon#espio#kaizoku sentai gokaiger#let's make this showy
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"That was a great opening pitch ceremony before the game today! Matthew Tkachuk from the Panthers, Jayson Tatum from the Celtics, threw out the first pitch today. Two St. Louis Champions!" "âThought they went to high school together, they rode the bus to school together, they won Championships in the same year. That's pretty amazing!" "Well Tatum's one-uped him, he's got a gold medal too. From the Olympics." "Yeah, that's true... So I went downstairs today to go say, 'Hi,' to Keith Tkachuk, obviously, and Matthew. I have this picture of Keith and I, and Matthew when he was 5 years old in front of my locker. So we reincarnated the picture today." "Oh, did you?" "Yeah, it was pretty funnyâexcept for Matthew was a little too tall to stand on the chair this time, and Keith has gained a few pounds as he said. But still one of the greatest peopleâI thinkâthat will ever be around this cityâright there, that guy, Keith Tkachuk. There's his son, Matthew, right there. What a great family! I always say the star of their family is Mrs. Tkachuk. Chantal is, obviously the mom, and she is the star of the showâ"
los angeles dodgers @ st louis cardinals | 8.18.24
#matthew tkachuk#the tkachuks#florida panthers#had to leave in the showy solo bomb in the clip because its so funny you dont understand#âlets talk about matthew and zoom in on him- (showy homerun)â#(zooms in on matthew suffering)(makes him suffer more)#woe! casters curse be upon ye!#they never pick up on this afterwards showys solo homer completely derails them and theyre too focused on the chaos that happens in the 5th#so we'll never get to know what edmonds wants to say about chantal and im mourning about it#but also JIM EDMONDS PLEASE RELEASE THAT PIC I NEED IT SO BAD PLEASE#I NEED TO SEE WHAT MATTHEW DOES INSTEAD OF STANDING ON THE CHAIR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE#THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME JIM. PLEASE.
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Idk if anyone is interested in hearing this, but hereâs a very important fact about martial arts:
Yes, some martial arts are more practical for self-defense than others.
No, there is not a single martial arts style that will instantly make you proficient at self defense.
It ultimately doesnât matter which style of martial arts (or multiple styles) you decide to practice: no matter what, youâre going to need to practice for hours, constantly, in order to maintain your skills, and youâre never guaranteed to walk out of a fight healthy and in one piece. You need to practice, practice, practice, no matter what style you choose, because youâre not going to be able to defend yourself at all if all you do is take a couple self-defense classes and never practice again.
#not tf#this is advice about self defense and getting into martial arts#but it's also a defense of martial arts styles that are seen as 'showy' or 'impractical'#like i guarantee you that those kung fu masters who have been training for 50 years could beat your ass instantly#and it's because they've been practicing for 50 years or whatever the fuck lmao#there is no magical martial arts style that's superior to all others and that will let you beat anyone#what makes you able to win a fight is how good you are and getting good only comes from practice#also i'd like to add that many of those so called 'impractical' martial arts teach you really important things#like footwork and balance and coordination and momentum and being able to strike with multiple limbs at once#not to mention a lot of wiseguys on the internet think that something being cool looking automatically means it isn't practical for some rea#for some reason*#i've seen internet smart asses call wing chun 'impractical' on a gif set of mere practice exercises and drilling#not realizing that the strikes being demonstrated are very good for close quarters fighting with very little room#also iirc wing chun was created by a female martial artist so one can assume it's also a good style for women#(insofar as styles 'for women' exist because brute strength isn't the most important factor in martial arts)
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àË. á”á” content warnings: F!reader, 18+, NSFW, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, lovesick & possessive!kenji, reader wearing Ken's shirt, petnames, explicit words, explicit content.
àË. á”á” word count: 990!
Kenji loved it when you wore his t-shirts.
During his matches, among the euphoric, enthusiastic and hopeful stands, joining the wave of the crowd, which had an unusual spirit, he saw you wearing one of the countless t-shirts, which contained his name and number, â shouting for the team and for him â encouraged, even more, Kenji.
And every time you hit successfully and triumphantly, you turned around, pointed to the name written on your back, and shouted "that's my player!" â Oh, Kenji could fall even more in love with you, and he didn't know it was possible.
So, like, he appreciated all the photos the media posted, commented on, mentioned of you together, post-game, and the highlight, in Ken's eyes, was, again, the shirt you were wearing. â Sometimes, it was a shirt, correctly, in your size or one of thousands of his, it didn't matter.
But, nothing, faithfully, could be compared to the immoderate, cunning, contemplation that Kenji experienced when he saw you wearing one of his t-shirts, always when he felt like it, wanting to feel as comfortable as possible. â This was already considered routine. â Out of pure irony and contradiction, when they sounded like unreality, they seemed like they were made for you, he thought.
The huge, made of rich and enhanced tissues, mentioning the values ââit cost, and formidably showy Kenji T-shirts similar species of dresses on your body; making it fully, fascinating and so captivating. â And, noting comfort, you used only underwear under the dress; it was not even appeared, obviously.
And that, maddeningly, drove Kenji's mind crazy. â Disturbing him, without being able, nor having the opportunity, to concentrate on certain, and reasonable, things in front of his head; without caring about the impolite and indecent looks, after all, he had something better to consider, Sato fixed his eyes on your thighs. â He had his weak point.
And always in the morning, a little disoriented, missing you and, exaggeratedly, tired, with his physical and mental state set back because of the necessary appearance of Ultraman against yet another Kaiju, â upon returning home, he collapsed into your arms and caresses â Kenji found you in the kitchen; preparing something, humming and, softly, serene. â Of course, wearing one of his shirts. â Approaching, with heavy and slow steps, his muscular and vigorous arms snaked around your waist, holding you firmly.
It didn't take you by surprise, clearly, used to his warm welcome; it was clear that the warmth of his affection and comfort was valued. â Also, given the way Kenji needed your touch or, at least, your presence.
Saying "good morning, dear" and waiting to question him about how he slept; in response, the eldest caressed your neck with his nose, inhaling your pleasant and delicious smell, mixed with the fragrance of his perfume, that was stuck to his shirt, and let out a bitter sigh; perhaps, a little libidinous. â No, actually, it was definitely lewd.
Leaving you without an answer, and with a hint of concern, and intending to turn towards him, in an instant, hurriedly, Sato pulled your waist, and reading your thought, turned you around, facing the boy's exposed chest, and he threw you onto his shoulder with ease. â He didn't hear, he ignored, your cry of surprise, and headed towards the bedroom.
And, evidently, today, at this exact moment, it couldn't be any different.
"Holy shit." â Kenji swore, in a mixture of drowsiness and excitement, intoxicated by your scent, something that is deadly addictive. His breathing was rough, dull, so sudden. â "Ah, but you're so cute, aren't you?" â A question asked in a filthy way, with a slutty and breathless laugh, he couldn't help himself. â âMy dirty girl, huh?â
Spread out on the bed, between pure silk and white sheets, surrendering yourself, giving in fragility and voluptuousness, deliciously, to your boyfriend; being completely filled by him and feeling insane waves of excitement. â The intense, and so delicious, inversions that you received left you crazy and, satisfactorily, even more, immoral. â And, making it even more interesting, at the same time, without surprises, Kenji's white shirt was on your body.
Buried in your pussy, compromising, bitingly, between the heat and tightness of your walls, which sucked his cock, and causing obscene noises and noises, wet by the room's environment, Kenji left himself thinking that you would be the death of him. â He choked, growled, when he felt another tightness coming from your little hole. â It was so erotic, so carnal, so fucking good.
"K-Ken..ji." â You stammered, you didn't even know how to pronounce his name correctly, and you were so breathless, desperate as you felt him insert his dick into you; cried out to him, pathetically.
"I love it when you wear my clothes." â He traced a line down your neck with his tongue, laughing with lust and sensuality, losing herself in pleasure once again. â "And i love fucking you while wearing them." â He articulated, listening to the wet noises of his heavy balls against your ass, and looking at your face, with a fucked and desired expression, with some tears on your cheek.
Your moans, pleas ran through Kenji's ear, and settled in his mind, equally, with screams, so thin that they seemed like meows, every time his robust cock reached that little spot that only he could and loved to reach; causing your nails to dig into his burly back, scratching him. â His beautiful little girl was still conscious of marking him, Sato laughed at the thought.
Every now and then, Kenji would move away from your neck, and, surprisingly, you would sob when you felt his brief absence, and his eyes, heavy with lust and appetite, would look at the connection between you and, pulling your hips and pushing, again, he had the sinful, and deadly, privilege of seeing your pussy swallowing his cock with pleasure. â Oh, even his eyes closed, sharply and rudely.
Kenji loved it when you wore his t-shirts.
#kenji sato#ken sato#kenji#kenji sato x reader#ken sato x reader#kenji x reader#kenji sato smut#ken sato smut#ultraman#ultraman rising
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LET'S TALK ABOUT LOKI'S SHOES (ACTUALLY, HIS WHOLE WARDROBE)
Production costs aside, clothes tell the audience about how characters think of themselves.
Loki's shoes in the S2 finale raised a lot eyebrows, but I find them quite fitting: they are comfortable, practical, and most importantly, they are humble. The camera brings this to our attention to communicate his evolution in character.
Loki has always dressed well, often times ostentatiously. Whether he is at war, passing as a Midgardian, or held captive as an Asgardian prisoner, Loki communicates his social class and sense of superiority through clothing. For him, clothing armors his fragile sense of self and against others' opinions of him. He intends to be perceived as deadly charming but ultimately unapproachable.
His attire in the first Thor movie is roughly equal parts green and gold, signifying his royal status. His style is dressed down for his brother's misadventures in Jotenheim, yet overall both silhouettes are lofty, princely, but not hardened or threatening.
In Avengers, Loki's look has more black and leather, with exaggerated emphasis on his shoulders meant to intimidate as he assumes the role of villain. The silhouette is very hard, heavy, and edgy. Gold detailing is prevalent as well. Combined with the goat's helm, this is Loki's most pretentious outfit, which speaks to an undercurrent of low self-esteem and a compulsive need to impress. There's no mistaking he is the main antagonist of the story.
In Thor 2, Loki's attire is similar to Avengers but the overcoat is exchanged for a less bulky version (perhaps conveying he is less guarded now that the effects of the Mind Stone are no longer influencing him). Loki's role likewise pivots from the harsh lines of a villain to the more flexible edges of a reluctant villain-turned-ally. This aligns with his character arc when he protects both Jane and Thor, seemingly sacrificing himself.
In Thor 3, Loki's silhouette is streamlined even further. The overcoat is done away with in favor of what appears to be a leather doublet, pauldrons, and vambraces. Gold accents are minimal. While stylish, Loki's attire is more practical than showy, and his helm serves the dual purpose of protection as well as weaponry. At this point in his arc, Loki has become a full antihero, joining his brother's side in rescuing as many Asgardians as possible, and eventually dying in a vain bid to protect Thor from Thanos.
The TVA does something very fun and interesting in taking away Loki's ability to dress himself. Since Loki cannot use his magic in the TVA, he is forced to wear the same clothing as his captor/advocate, who eventually becomes his best friend and peer.
Perhaps, on a subconscious level, this helped Loki to feel included. We know by his pwn admission that Loki fears being alone and desperately craves a sense of belonging. At the same time, he intentionally dresses to put people at a distance, thereby protecting himself from potential rejection at the cost of isolating himself further.
When Mobius gives him that TVA jacket for the first time, Loki seems uncharacteristically pleased. It is not an attractive jacket by any means, yet he neither scoffs at it nor refuses to wear it. Instead, Loki puts it on and is content when Mobius says it looks "smart" on him. He continues to dress like Mobius and, indeed, mimic some of his mannerisms such as placing his hands on his hips. Without clothing meant to push people away, Loki opens up, has more fun, and makes friends.
Loki's choice of attire as he assumes the mantle of God of Stories (and time) is fascinating. Setting aside the clear design inspiration from the comics, Loki's silhouette is soft, remarkably so. His colors are earthy hues of green, and the only bit of flare are the light gold trimming and crown. The look brings to mind the garb of sages and wise wizards rather than royalty or warriors. He's powerful yet approachable because there is humility in his bearing. And that humility springs from a well of healthy self-worth, self-love, and a deep love for others.
The shoes are not meant to be attractive. They are meant to help him ascend the throne, nothing more.
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He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. Youâd think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Timâs face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.
âUh.â
âDanny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedonâttellBruce.â
Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall⊠where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.
Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. âUh. She was doing⊠cartwheels?â
Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from âcartwheeling in the mansionâ on the both of them. Thereâs a huge bandaged cut on Stephâs forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Timâs jaw. Timâs face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.
âYou knowâŠâ Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! âI donât think I want to know what you two have been up to⊠but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?â
âNope!â
â⊠Okay.â He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, âBut donât tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.â
Cartwheels, Dannyâs ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Timâs belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Timâs face.
âDeal.â
âWant help?â The halfa points at Steph, whoâs still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Timâs strong, heâs a vigilante, but itâs funny watching him pretend to struggle.
âPlease. Iâm so tired right now.â He looks it too. Dannyâs brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Timâs drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Timâs suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.
âCâmon, weâll tuck her in and then Iâll tuck you in.â
âWhat, you donât have to do that.â
âIf you donât let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, Iâll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And Iâll sic Dick on you and tell him you havenât been sleeping enough.â
âYou drive a hard bargain,â Tim grumbles. âBut fine. Itâs really not my fault Iâm this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.â
âYeah, missing an organ sucks,â Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Timâs face.
âWhich- uh, which one of your organs is missing?â
âLiver.â Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Timâs panicked face.
When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Timâs sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayneâs clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldnât even enjoy Timâs floundering, this time, worried as he is.
ââ
âBrother.â Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.
âCass! Whatâs up?â
âDinner.â She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.
What�
Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.
âHuh.â
âOkay?â Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least itâs where his liver should be, so he wonât have to pretend.
âOh. Yeah, Iâm good. Donât have a liver.â Danny decides on the spot that heâs not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. âGot mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?â
âDanny.â Sheâs frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesnât feel bad enough to blurt everything out.
âHere. You can have it if you want?â Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.
âWoah!â
Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.
âMiss Cassandra! Why, I never-!â Alfred pauses in surprise.
âUh. Wow, Cass. Youâre really strong.â Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.
She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, âHurt. Got mugged. Dumb.â
âHey! Itâs not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, itâs daytime. Itâs not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?â
âHurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.â
âMaster Danny!â
Danny pouts. He also knows thereâs a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so heâs definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them âvigilante furries.â
Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.
But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfredâs hands stalled and Cassâ gaze got intense. What nowâŠ?
Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.
Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.
ââ
âCass? Whyâd you call us?â
âYeah, baby bat. I got a couple oâ smugglers to talk to.â
Cass paces.
âWhat is it, Cassandra?â Damian tuts impatiently.
âDanny. Has⊠scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.â
âWhat.â
âA vivisection, Master Jason.â Alfredâs voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.
âWe find. Who hurt him,â Cass snarls. âWe. End.â
Jasonâs eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. âFine. By. Me.â
âIt does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.â Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.
In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisected him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.
ââ
âOh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.â
âWhy?â Spoiler asks Barbara.
âDanny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.â
âThe fuckinâ what-?â Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.
Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.
#danny phantom#Danny âplausible deniabilityâ Phantom#Jason Todd#red hood#batman#tim drake#dick grayson#cassandra cain#black bat#Tim usually would be a better liar#but usually he lies to Batman#not Danny#Cassandra Cain and these idiots that she unfortunately loves#Danny: you stabbed me so Iâm keeping the knife#Danny plays finders keepers with Gotham muggers#he wins#cartwheeling in Wayne manor#dc x dp#dp x dc#bamf danny phantom
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Bathtime w/ Fuckbuddy Satoru Gojo <3
contains: fem reader, reader is a teacher at Jujutsu High, clit play, mutual pining, teasing, so much dirty talk, possessive!Satoru if u squint
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"Ahhhh...." You moaned quietly into the small space of your bathroom as the soreness from your limbs was washed away by the borderline scolding hot water that swallowed up your body. The bubbles tickled your chin as you sunk deeper, letting the water cover your body up to your neck so you appeared to be a head floating in the bath.
Gojo had been out on a mission, which meant you were in charge of teaching his students and overseeing their sparing. Only you had to get hands-on with them several times and ended up moving your body in ways you haven't moved since you were in high school.Â
You were a sorcerer and you trained frequently, but in the weeks before training his students, curses had been quiet, which meant fewer missions and less moving your body. So you stayed inside most days to complete paperwork, ignoring the training you should've been doing to stay agile and keep your bones loose during the dry spell of curse appearances--and boy did it show.
Not in your performance, but in your bones. You felt your muscles straining and burning when you pulled off some showy move for the students as you avoided one of their hits. The day felt like it was dragging on forever, and each time one of his precious students asked if you would spar with them, you accepted because your ego was too big to decline because of a little soreness.Â
You had plenty of time to regret it afterwards though as you lay on your floor and stretched your body, cursing at Gojo over the phone for having such energetic students. He laughed and apologized, though he didnt seem very sorry to hear you groaning and moaning in pain through the phone. All of your moans sounded the same to him, pervert. Although he did promise to make it up to you when he came home from his mission in a few days, so you let him off the hook.Â
Though you were irritated, as you shut your eyes and let the Epsom salt soak into your tired body, letting the hot water creep into your skin, you couldn't find yourself to be all that mad. This felt so good, you hadn't relaxed like this in a while. You silently prayed to someone that the dry spell of curse sightings would keep up so you could relax like this more often, even though you knew that was wishful thinking.Â
You let the hot water wash all of the thoughts from your head, and it must've taken some of your consciousness with it because you failed to hear the dull bang of your front door opening, followed by footsteps that got closer and closer to the outside of your bathroom door. Your entire body jolted forward when you snapped back into reality fully at the sound of the bathroom door creaking open.
The adrenaline and fear from your fight or flight response didnt last long when the familiar feeling of Gojo's cursed energy flooded into your body, relaxing you almost instantly. "Oh? Did I scare you?" Gojo giggled as he pushed the door open entirely, his long frame leaning against the doorway, arms crossed as he watched you from under his blindfold.
 The bubbles had covered your chest in a way that almost looked like someone had placed them there on purpose. They came up to just above your nipples, covering the part of you Gojo wanted to see most. The rest of the suds stuck to the skin of your breasts, slowly slipping downwards at a snail's pace. If you kept your body sitting up like you were for long enough, the bubbles would surely run off your tits and reveal your pretty nipples to Gojo's eyes.Â
The water still sloshed around your body from your sudden movements before you sighed and leaned back against the tub, letting the water absorb you into it once more. "Fuck, Satoru... what are you doing here? I thought you were going to be gone for another week?" You asked, trying to keep the longing out of your tone as you spoke to him, not wanting him to know you missed him as much as you did, his ego didn't need that.Â
"Aww did someone miss me?" Gojo asked, tilting his head at you. "I missed you too, that's why I used you as motivation to exercise that curse as quickly as possible so I could come to you~" The teasing and playfulness in his voice both irritated and aroused you. You scoffed, turning your head away from him to stare at the very interesting blank wall of the shower as you felt a blush creep onto your face.
"Get in and close the door or leave, you're letting all the hot air out." You bit, ignoring his teasing words as you felt goosebumps tickle your arms from under your skin. "Ohhh~ Is that an invitation?" Gojo cooed, uncrossing his arms as he kicked the door shut behind him, a large hand reaching behind his head to pull off his blindfold, his beautiful blue eyes being revealed from underneath.
You kept your face unreadable as you looked back at Gojo, your greedy eyes taking in the way his arms bulged as the jacket slid off his arms, falling to the floor. It must've been hot where he was sent on the mission because instead of the signature white long-sleeve button-up shirt he usually wore under his jacket, his body was adorned in a tight black muscle shirt. One that made your mouth water with how little it left to the imagination.
"Hey, my eyes are up here. You're making me embarrassed, y'know~" Gojo whined, faux pouting as he crossed his arms over his body and pulled up the bottom of his shirt before slowly sliding it up his body, giving you a show as each row of his insanely defined abs was revealed to you. Satoru grinned at you when he pulled the shirt over his head, his hair looking ruffled and fluffy from his head being squeezed through such a tight opening. Cute.
"Don't say that like you don't stare at me shamelessly when I take off my clothes in front of you." You retort, feeling your body start to react to the show he was putting on for you. "I can't help it, you get so squirmy when I watch you, it's adorable," Gojo responded, his hands making quick work of his belt as he kept his piercing eyes on yours while he did so.
Your lip curled up slightly in embarrassment at his words. How was he able to just say stuff like that? "You touchin' yourself under there?" Gojo asked, his voice keeping the teasing tone but with the addition of something deeper now. Your jaw dropped as you stared at him incredulously, a blush spreading across your face. "Y-you-" Briefly looking down you noticed the bulge that had already formed in his pants.
He could see nothing but your head floating atop the bubbles, how was he already hard? "You have such a dirty mouth Satoru." You responded, shaking your head at him. He giggled as he finally pulled his pants and boxers off his heels, his hard cock standing at full attention, the delicious curve made it point up towards his belly. You did your best to avert your eyes, looking back at the blank wall of the shower as he got closer.
"Heh~ You're so easy to tease." He teased. "Scoot forward, make some room for me, princess." Your heart was beating out of your chest. It had only been a week and a half since Gojo had left on his mission, but your body had missed him so badly. Not a second went by that you didnt crave Satoru's presence in some way, so now that he was actually here after ten days of pining, your body didn't know what to do with all the feelings you were experiencing.
Wordlessly, you leaned forward and allowed Gojo to slide into the bath behind you. He hissed when he stuck his first foot in the bath behind your body. "Are you a masochist?? Why is the water so hot??" Gojo complained, hissing and whining under his breath after each inch of skin he sunk into the water.
His childishness eased some of the tension and embarrassment you were feeling. You smiled to yourself as he situated himself deeper into the bath, his thighs spreading around your body. "Your students pushed me to my limits, I don't think there's a muscle in my body that isn't sore." You sighed. Gojo hummed in awknowledgement as he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you back agaisnt him, your back flush to his chest--which felt so much wider than you remember.Â
You tried to ignore the very prominent feeling of Gojo's hard cock poking your lower back as you relaxed against him, your eyes taking in his usual porcelain skin turning red on the tops of his knees as they poked out from under the water, burned from the heat of the water. "Is your body more sensitive to heat because of your infinity? Or are you just a bitch?" You asked, staring blankly at the shower wall in front of you.
Gojo tsked at your words, his arms squeezing tighter around your body. "You could've said that last part nicer. I'm sensitive." He replied, pouting as he placed his chin on your head, staring at the same wall you were. You laughed softly, relaxing even further against him "I've always been sensitive to extreme temperatures, but I think anyone besides you would agree with me when I say this bath is just too hot."
You stayed quiet for a few seconds before you spoke again, "I think you're just a bitch." You said teasingly, smiling to yourself. Gojo pulled his head back from resting on the top of your head and looked down at your smaller frame against his as he pouted. He quickly got distracted though, forgetting your words as his eyes traced over the slope of your shoulders, the curve of your neck, and the valley between your breasts, glistening from the water.
Satoru licked his lips when an idea suddenly popped into his head. Releasing the hold he had on your body, he placed one of his hands right under your tit, the other slowly sliding down the front of your body. On instinct, you looked down, as if you could see his hands working on your body under the water. His large hand acted like it creating a path to your cunt, but right when he got to your pelvis, he changed direction and rubbed his hand down your thigh before sliding it back up, repeating that action.
"You're so mean to me sometimes..." He pouted, the hand he had holding your body against him slipping up to cup your breast, his large hand practically engulfing the entire thing as he slowly massaged it. "Satoru..." You whispered, your head pressing back against his chest. "I'm nothing but nice to you, y'know?" He continued, his hand alternating between pinching your nipple with his fingers and rubbing your entire tit in his palm.
You sighed as he touched you, your body melting under his touch. "But even though you're a bully..." Satoru's hand slid back up to your pelvis, he rubbed the area of skin right above your clit with his fingers, pressing down against the skin slowly, the same as he did when he fucked you and was trying to feel himself thrust inside you. You didn't even realize that your legs were spreading on instinct, making room for him to touch you.
You gasped quietly as you waited for him to touch you. The throbbing between your thighs was now pulsing rapidly with your need for relief the longer he teased you. "...I still want to make you feel good." He finished, his fingers releasing the pressure on your pelvis as they slid down to your pussy, his fingers finding your clit with ease as he started rubbing slow, teasing circles against it.
"Does that make me a pushover?" He whispered hotly against your ear as you gasped in a breath at the sudden striking pleasure. "Fuck-" You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as he played with your little clit expertly, his other hand rubbing his index finger in circles around your areola, much the same pace as the one on your clit. "Hm? Does it baby?" Gojo asked, his greedy mouth sucking the shell of your ear into his mouth, his tongue teasing it as his lips suctioned around it, the sensation sending goosebumps down your body.
"I-I don't know." You whined, your brain not even registering what he was saying to you as he pleasured your body. He truly knew your body like the back of his hand, he knew each and every spot that had you whining and crying for him. "You don't know?" He repeated, leaving hot kisses against your ear as he sped up the circles on your clit, adding slightly more pressure at the same time.
"You aren't listening huh? That's so mean princess. I'm going out of my way to make you feel good even after you've bullied me, and you can't even listen to me?" He cooed, making his voice higher as he teased you. His index finger and thumb pinched around the hard bud of your nipple as he rolled it between his fingers. You squirmed against his body, your legs jerking every so often causing the water to slosh around you.
Your hand gripped Gojo's wrist which was working vehemently on your pussy, making jolts of electricity shock through your body. "S-Satoru... satoru that feels good." You whined, your hair tickling his skin as your head rubbed on his chest. Gojo smiled, switching his hand to massage your other breast. "You can't think of anything other than how good you feel, huh?" He asked, kissing the spot right behind your ear.
His cock was twitching against your back after each whine and moan you released. He was so grateful you were pressed so tightly against him, your squirming giving his cock significant release as your lower back rubbed all over him. "M-mhmm-" You responded, pressing your lips together as you opened your legs wider for him.Â
Gojo pressed kisses all over your neck and ear as he continued rubbing his fingers over your sensitive little bud, working you higher and higher toward your orgasm. "You're so soft. I missed you against me like this. I love holding you." Gojo whispered, his words too intimate for a fuckbudy to say, making you blush with embarrassment. "M-missed you too." You respond honestly, putting your pride aside. "You make me feel so good Satoru.." you praised, your words going straight to his cock.
"Yeah? I touch you so much better than you touch yourself huh?" He asked, his fingers quickening with his own excitement. "Y-yeah." You whine the word dragging out from between your lips. "I'm the only one who makes you feel this good, huh?" Satoru whispered, practically whining into your ear as he rutted his hips against your back.Â
You groaned in response, feeling yourself almost about to tip over the edge. His hand on your tit massaged harder as he humped against you faster, the water sloshing around your body, spilling onto the floor. "Say it baby, need you to say it," Gojo begged, increasing the pressure on your clit, making your legs jerk together, trying to close around his hand when you felt the hot coil of your release wind up impossibly tighter.
"O-only you Satoru only you. F-fuck fuck I'm cumming-" Your smaller hand tightens around his wrist as you hold onto him for dear life as your orgasm wracks through your body. Satoru chases you, keeping your body pressed to his when you jerk forward, your body trying to fold in on itself when the intensity of your high. "Oh good fucking girl, take it, baby, that's it, cum for me." Gojo groaned against your ear, his hand squeezing your tit as wave after wave of your orgasm washed over you.
Satoru's cock dripped pre-cum into the water when you came, his own arousal increasing tenfold as he watched you cum. You relaxed back against his chest when you came down from your high, your head falling limply on his chest as you gasped softly, trying to recover from such an intense orgasm. "That looked like it felt so good baby, good job." He praised, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
Your face was flushed red with your arousal as you closed your eyes when you felt his lips touch you. "Thank you, Satoru. I really needed that." You said, rubbing your thumb on his wrist that had started caressing the spot where your thigh and hip meet. He hummed, kissing your head once more as he acknowledged your words, the hand on your tit still slowly massaging it in circles.
"Would you look at that..." Satoru spoke, making you turn your head to look up at him, wondering what he was looking at. He smirked down at you when he got a view of your face, his eyes making contact with your own. "The water is still hot." His smirk grew when you tsked and looked away from him, the white-haired man bursting into a fit of giggles as he wrapped his arms around your body.Â
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âThe first thing you need to know,â the stable master announced loudly to the gaggle of school children trailing behind her, âis that these are not unicorns.â
Eleven-year-olds tended to be loud. Their silent scepticism was deafening.
âYou cannot keep unicorns in captivity,â she continued. âThese are all crossbreeds, mostly with specific breeds of horses.â
There was a small murmur of curiosity and a gangly arm shot up into the air.
âYes?â
âOnly mostly horses?â
It was always fun when some of them paid close attention. âOnly mostly horses. I only deal with European breeds, and they tend to cross well with horses. See this here is a cross between a grey Thoroughbred and an English Unicorn. Theyâre large, and reasonably docile.â They also had that champagne sheen most showy folk preferred. âFor people who come here looking for a steed, this is their best bet. Although I've only ever seen it done by people who personally broke them as yearlings.â
By now she definitely had the whole classâs full attention.
âBut this French Licorne cross is actually half fallow deer.â She gestured to the pasture beyond the fence. âLook at them. Slight build, slender legs, built for speed and agility. They need a lot of space but they are beautiful to look at, and theyâre relatively easy to tame for the pure of heart.â There was still something distinctly deer-like about them and they were all so beautifully cream coloured that they almost took on a silver hue.
âWhatâs those hairy ones?â a voice piped up.
âThatâs a Unicorno/Shetland mix, from central Italy. Traditionally they tend to be crossed with Monterufolino, but they are hard to come by and make their coats even darker.â Unicorni were naturally built more like ponies, some with considerably shorter horns, and their coats were often a much darker gold, or even brown. They were less flighty than the French breeds though, even if they showed blatant favouritism towards certain caretakers. They would even pull a carriage if properly motivated.
âDo you have any bigger ones?â
The stable master turned around. âWhat was that?â
One of the boys was standing behind her with a determined look on his face. âDo you have any like that but bigger. With the beards and the furry hooves.â
âFeathering,â she corrected automatically and the boy nodded eagerly. She frowned. âWhat exactly do you mean?â
âThereâs really big unicorns,â he pressed. âWith wild manes and tails and split hooves like the French ones but hair like those ones!â
âBuddy,â she laughed, âwhat youâre describing there is a Scottish unicorn and let me tell you, they cannot even be crossbred into domestication.â
The little face fell.
âAny offspring of an Aon-adharcach will be as wild as they are no one can capture them with their horn still intact, not on your life. You go near one of them with a halter and it will skewer you.â
She smiled at the boy, who still looked rather taken aback, despite this proof of his favourites superiority.
âTell you what. If you want to see something unhinged and imposing, Iâll take you to see the Eenhoorn/Friesian cross weâve just got in from the Netherlands.â
#unicorn#urban fantasy professionals#laura drabbles#I had to get the idea of different types of unicorns out of my head#I am generalising but there are definitely differences between how unicorns were depicted in different countries#this thing did not want to get written and the first draft had a completely different plot#I'll put that on my kofi for fun
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Summary: You find out Bruce keeps closer track of your menstrual cycle than you thought. You also find out why.
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader
Words: 4.8k
Content/warnings: description of scars, baby fever, established relationship, thigh riding, strength kink if you squint, mentions of having children/getting pregnant, breeding kink, p in v sex
âAre you kidding me?â
The sounds of wings rustle above head as your voice carries through the Batcave. Your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you glare at Bruce. On the monitor of the bat computer, over a yearâs worth of your menstrual cycle is displayed, carefully cataloged by your husband.
When Bruce came back from patrol, you gave him some time to clean up, hoping to pull him away from work. Youâd mentioned seeing the cutest baby while you were out for coffee this morning, to which he replied, âis this because youâre ovulating?â To which you replied, âexcuse me?â
Bruce took only a few seconds to pull up his records; little black boxes around the days youâve had foul moods all courtesy of your luteal phase, little red boxes around your period weeks. He has little ciphers on certain days, and you suspect heâs logged the days youâve had sex.
His expression hasnât changed a bit despite your reaction. Heâs still just as serious and unreadable as ever.
âWe have sex. Itâs smart to track.â
âItâs invasive! You could have at least told me you were doing this.â
âDo you keep track?â he asks pointedly.
You scowl at him. âWhat does that have to do with this?â
âHow soon would you know if you missed a period?â He sounds smug without changing his tone; itâs one of his many astounding abilities. You hate that heâs made a good point, even if it doesnât fully justify his prying. Then again, you were fully aware of Bruceâs endeavors as Batman when you got married. Prying came with the territory.
âI donât know. A week or two. Itâs not always that exact. But itâs not like I wouldnât notice.â You bristle at the minuscule movement of Bruceâs eyebrow as it quirks up. To think youâd come down here to fuck him. âPoint being, I donât need you to keep track of my body. Iâm perfectly capable.â
He stands up from his chair, taking a step towards you. Silence. You hate how well Bruce does silence, hate the way he weaponizes it against you. But youâre not backing down. Not until he expresses some sort of awareness that he went too far.
The look in his eyes tells you not to hold your breath. He still looks just as serious as ever, yet a slight change of the glimmer in his eyes suggests heâs arriving at his point. He steps within armsâ reach. You have a feeling leaving just enough space is part of his plan. Heâs upping the anticipation. But heâs going to have to try harder than that.
âIf I came in you tonight, you could end up carrying my baby.â His voice rumbles in his chest, eyes unwavering.
Fuck.
You feel your face get hot, still trying to keep your composure. He wants a reactionâmanipulative assholeâbut youâre not going to give him the satisfaction. Heâs not going to change the subject just like that.
âThanks, Batman, but I know how ovulation works,â you snap, turning over your shoulder. Youâre not making any progress, and even if Bruceâs proposal has you feeling that familiar ache inside of you again, you canât let him win now. You only stop when he catches your arm with his sturdy hand.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â he asks. Youâve never been out with him while heâs doing his Batman businessâthatâs his world, not yoursâbut you imagine this is how he treats his prey when he knows they donât stand a chance. A cocky air without being showy. He doesnât need to prove he could take you down in an instant; you already know itâs true.
You narrow your eyes at him. âBack upstairs.â
âI thought you came down here for something,â he replies, voice smooth. He tugs you so youâre at his side. Heâs not gentle about it, but the movement is controlled.
âYeah, well that was before I found out about your little project.â
His hand slides down your arm before running up your shirt, stopping at your waist. You shiver from the cold cave air that brushes your skin. âItâs practical,â Bruce says.
âPractical.â You scoff.
But then again, Alfred does always make your favorite cookies around the time the boxes are shaded in gray. There are also those days when Bruce is a little more willing to follow you when you entice him out of the cave.
Even if you werenât expecting this turn of events, the more you mull it over, the more it begins to click. Dickâs been out west for months now, leaving Wayne Manor feeling emptier than ever. Bruce has been burying himself in work to make up for the loss, not that heâs admitted that to you. He probably hasnât even admitted it to himself.
You narrow your eyes a little more at him. âIs this a thing for you or something?â
He smirks. You hate it when he smirks like that. Except you donât, not really, because he looks so good when hes smug. Thatâs the worst part. As you stare back at him, unwavering, you curse his stupidly handsome face. A guy that gets beat up every night shouldnât look that good. Itâs just not fair.
âWhat if it is?â he asks, pompous attitude lingering.
His voice is low, using his ability to have all the control in a conversation all while hardly speaking above a whisper. He knows he has your attention. Knows his words are having an effect on you. Warmth pools back into your core, familiar ache between your legs. You remember why you came down here to begin with. His gaze is bright. Hungry. Fixed on you.
God, are you and Bruce going to have to talk about kids? Itâs not like youâve never noticed the way his eyes soften whenever thereâs a baby around. He loves kids. But he doesnât have a night life conducive to having a child.
But heâs keeping track of your cycle, so I guess how surprised can you be, really? Alfredâs cookies are a nice perk, but heâs three steps ahead of you. Heâs thinking about the future like always. And apparently that future has babies.
âThen...thatâs a conversation we could have,â you reply, quirking an eyebrow up at him.
âSome other time,â Bruce murmurs, his breath brushing against your lips. In other words, hes already thought about it and has a plan.
He wraps his arm around your waist beneath your shirt, drawing you close. His chest presses up against your crossed arms, unconcerned with your attitude towards him. He isnât actually smirking, but his eyes give it away, which means he wants them to give it away.
Water rushes from the falls across the cave, dropping down to the pool of water at the bottom. The air is cool and smells like wet rock. Your familiarity of the space hasnât made it any less dark or cold, but the foreboding nature had dwindled. You grew to associate it with a young boyâs laughter, listening to it mature over time. You think of how many nights youâve sat up, huddled beneath a blanket, waiting for Bruce to come back home among the stalactites. You think of messy arguments and fights and of family.
The glow of Bruceâs monitor lights up only half his face. He looks tired, though you couldnât be able to say so without him shutting down the conversation entirely. But the exhaustion he wonât admit to doesnât change the fact that heâs probably picturing you with his cock buried all the way inside you.
He doesnât say a word as his head dips to meet your lips softly. His hands, calloused by the years of his mission, hold you like an ever-present reminder of why he does what he does. His touch is reverent, large hands splayed out across your sides.
Despite the hunger in his gaze, he takes his time with you. Lips capturing yours with expert precision, as he approaches all things. It isnât long before Bruce whisks you off to the bedroom. Expensive, luxurious cotton surrounds you, contrasting with Bruceâs rough hands as they run up the length of your bare skin. His lips trail the length of your neck, hands devouring the surfaces of your curves. Itâs not often you manage to capture his attention so completely, but god, do you revel in it when you do.
Like so much about him, Bruceâs undivided attention is intense. Heâs told you once you tether him to the light; heâs bound to you because without you, heâd be lost. Youâre used the dramatics. As much as you could tease him for that, you never did because he believes it. He thinks, on some level, youâve saved him just as much as Dick has. Youâve never seen yourself as something so extraordinary, but when Bruce puts aside the masks, you become something else entirely new in your own eyes.
Itâs late now, and your body squirms against Bruce. Heâs taking his time with you, depriving you both of what youâre after now. His lips pay service to their admiration of you, tasting every inch of your skin. Bruce is firm with his movements. Heâs controlled, but gentle. You wanted him up here, and he wants to prove to you heâs here.
âBruceâŠâ you whine, his kisses peppering over your chest, stomach. He shifts down to the waistband of your sleep shorts, the only thing that remains on your body. Thin cotton is now all that prevents Bruce from full access to you.
He pays you no mind, focused on the task at hand, regardless of whether itâs what you want of him. You asked for this. You asked for him. âDonât be too eager,â he mutters, voice muffled against you.
Cocky bastard. Donât be too eager comes out easy when heâs the one drawing things out. Youâre sure thatâs his plan, too. He wants to see how far he can take this, how long he can make you wait before youâre fully coming undone beneath his fingertips. Itâs one of his favorite games.
You think of Bruceâs words in the cave, wondering what the sounds of little laughter would sound like echoing in these vast halls. Wondering how far a babyâs cry would be heard.
Bruce senses your mind beginning to wander. Youâre not sure how, but youâve learned better than to question these sorts of things. He has his ways, has his years of training, has his ever-focused mind. His fingertips dip beneath the waistband of your shorts, brushing over the sensitive skin of your lower belly.
Your hand rakes through his thick dark hair, tangling into the curls. He showered after patrol. His hair is free of its usual product to keep it slicked back. He looks more undone than most in Gotham would be accustomed to, but this is your favorite way to see Bruce. Wild. Less burdened by the masks he wears. Heâs not trying to be Bruce Wayne, nor is he trying to be Batman.
Heâs in nothing but his sweatpants, the outline of his hard-on clear in the faint moonlight.
âYou canât put a baby inside me from out there,â you say, your voice needy. You already know your half-baked attempt at getting what you want isnât going to work, but you can try.
You do get a reaction out of him, but itâs far from what youâd hoped. The weight of the bed shifts as Bruce sits up onto his elbow. His steely eyes fall to your lusty expression from beneath his heavy brows. Your eyes are glossed over with the weight of your want. âIâm the one doing the teasing here,â he says sternly, his Batman side showing a little more. But you can tell youâve definitely struck something.
âIâm not teasing,â you whine.
A possessiveness intensity grows on Bruceâs face. Youâve spoken the magic words, and thereâs something feral within him that crawls up to the surface. Itâs a side of him youâre perfectly aware exists, but not one you often see first hand. This is Batman; this is the predator that stalks to get what heâs after.
You gasp as youâre pinned down before you even blink. Bruce has your wrists above your head. His hips cage you in, bulge pressing where you want him most. But he doesnât move. You try to roll your hips, try to give yourself more of what you seek, but youâre stuck beneath Bruceâs weight, his erection pressing up against you with little you can do.
He smirks down at you, and if he hadnât gotten you so worked up, youâd be able to think about how insufferable he really is. But right now, youâre too wound up, hips just barely grinding against him in search of friction that just isnât enough.
Bruceâs lips brush up against your neck. Shivers run down your spine. His teeth bite down, not quite hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to show heâs not messing around. Hard enough for your breath to hitch, your hips bucking up to meet him to no avail. Youâre not moving unless he wants you to.
âBruceâŠâ you pout.
âBe patient. Iâll take care of you.â His muttered assurances do little to ease the aching inside you, however. The soft grumble into your ear only makes it worse. The sound of his voice after a long patrol, body fighting sleep heâs been putting off for far too long. But he wonât let that stop him; youâve called for him, and heâs here in your time of need.
He nibbles on your jaw as his hand slides up, calloused fingertips softly circling your sensitive nipple. You let out a needy whimper, mind dizzy with desire and deprivation. Your fingers curl into the sheets, back arching for more contact.
âWe would make a beautiful baby,â he mutters. Your eyes are closed, brows pressed up, but you can hear lingering amusement in his voice. Your body lurches with longing, its biological drive being stroked by Bruceâs words. âIâd fill this manor with our children if it meant getting to see your face in all of them.â
Your husband isnât one to mince words, but when he wants to pull out the stops, you fall victim to him just as much as anyone else heâs ever charmed. You hate to admit it, but he knows just the right words to turn you to putty.
Bruceâs fingers finally dip beneath the waistband of your shorts, softly trailing down to run over the seam of your pussy.
Your breath hitches. Even the softest brush causes your hips to jerk, and this time, Bruce obliges.
His fingers dip between your folds, collecting your slick to trace agonizingly slow circles around your clit. Your eyes are closed, but you know heâs studying you, cataloging every minor movement of your expression, looking for all the best spots. These are the skills thatâs earned him his playboy reputation in Gotham. The people who give rave reviews about fucking Bruce Wayne arenât lying.
But Bruce so often sees his body as only a tool. A means to fight crime or gain information. A body may be a tool for creating children, but this is more than just that. Bruce uses his skills, longing to make something good of them. Desperate for more than blood on his hands, more than violence and fear.
Itâs not long until he has you at the precipice of your climax. One of many, if this encounter is to be like any of your others. When your moans get needier, louder, indicating youâre close to your tipping point, Bruce stops. His fingers pull away, tracing up your stomach, splaying out over the skin. Heâs perfectly aware of how badly you need this; thatâs exactly why heâs putting it off.
âI told you to be patient,â he warns. Heâs not going to rush through this. He plans to take his time with you. He pushes himself up, and from this new angle, you see the bulge in his sweatpants, half-hard cock pressed up enough to see a very clear outline.
Longing pools in the pit of your stomach, eyes skimming the scarred surface of his skin. Scar tissue puckers, each one even lighter than the rest of Bruceâs sun-deprived complexion. Deep bruises scatter across his body, some faint and green, fading away to nothingness, while others are dark; blue and purple, splotchy and angry.
He pulls down the sweatpants. His cock springs out, illuminated beautifully by the moonlight pouring through his window. You watch the muscles on his perfectly sculpted ass move as he tosses the sweatpants to the floor. He looks like a warrior carved out of marble, even in the darkness of his bedroom. The thick muscles tense as he moves.
You spread your legs, eagerly awaiting for him to slot himself inside, but he doesnât. His thick fingers wrap around his length, grasping tight, slowly stroking himself. A soft grunt comes from the back of his throat, and you sigh just from hearing it. He slips a thigh between your legs, pressing up against you, a breathy groan following after as you begin to follow Bruceâs wordless command.
Your hips grind against the muscles of his thigh, watching as he works himself harder and harder. His free hand comes up, working through the hair thatâs fallen in his face. Yet again, he looks like artwork. Muscles clear against his skin from a long night of patrol. Scarred flesh across his rippling torso, across his arms and legs.
Youâve never adjusted seeing Bruce so scarred; each time, you think of how much is at stake when he goes out at night. The scars are a testament to Bruceâs loyalty, but not to you. To his city, whenever she needs him.
She is the woman heâs given his heart to, no matter the ring on your finger. You could bare his child, fill up Wayne Manor with adorable giggles, and he would still turn to her each and every night. As difficult as that is to accept, itâs one of the things that had driven you to Bruce in the first place.
His eyes donât stray from the sight of you before him, grinding against his leg, smearing your slick over him. Ever observant, but telling nothing. You used to worry when he stared at you like that during sex; the ferocity was unnerving. Were you doing something wrong? Making an awkward face? But youâve since learned the honor of capturing Bruceâs attention. Such a fleeting thing, so often preoccupied with his mission, so seldom letting dedication give way to pleasure.
But then there are these times when the call of your body outshines his endless duty. When he isnât thinking of the future, but thinking of right now. Thinking of you. And, apparently, fucking a baby into you.
Bruce coats the tip of his swollen cock with precum as he works himself. He drops, catching himself against the mattress with one hand, still pumping his cock in the other. âDo you want it?â he asks, voice low. Eyes wild. You feel him brush up against your entrance.
You nod, mouth agape in a raunchy display of how badly you want him.
His tip pushes inside and you gasp. He holds himself up on an elbow as he half-thrusts into you. You squirm beneath him trying to satiate the urgent need to be full. His head ducks down into your neck; his breath is hot against your skin as he lets out a sigh. Bruce will never ask for safety, nor will he admit he needs it. But even when he dons the batsuit, there is still some part of him thatâs a terrified child, alone in an alley.
You are safety he wonât ask for. Shelter heâs never known to seek. Security he is terrified to lose.
He eases himself in slowly, making sure you feel every vein as he sinks deeper into you.
Your hands land on his back, nails digging into the skin. Breath catches in your throat and your back arches against Bruce.
âDoes that feel good?â he asks, already perfectly aware of the answer.
You let out a breathy affirmation, eyes fluttering shut as he hits something blindingly sweet inside of you. All day, youâd been wanting this, aching to feel him. Daydreaming of being split open on his dick. Now you have it, and itâs even better than you were thinking.
He holds himself in you for a minute, and your walls flutter around him. Lips brush over skin, quickened breaths hold space in the silence as you both grasp onto one another until eventually he starts rutting against you, nudging at the already aching spot deep within you.
Bruceâs resolve never crumbles, fucking you with the same level of intention as he does anything else in his life. He keeps his pace steady, his face concentrated. His eyes slip shut, brows pinched together.
âFeels so good,â you whimper against his shoulder.
âI know it does,â Bruce coos, hand gripping the back of your neck. âI want it to feel good when I put my baby in you.â
And god, does that do something to you. His movements feel even more blissful, your biological urges getting stroked just as much as your pussy. Whether this is a wise decision or not remains to be seen, but youâre too fucked out to think straight, and itâs not like your baby fever brain is going to tell you anything contrary.
He holds onto your hips, practically folding you to thrust in deeper. You cry out, pleasure causing something syrupy to build within you yet again.
âTake it slow, darling,â he says. âI want us to cum together. You can wait, canât you?â
His dirty talk is the one thing that didnât seem to change once you knew he was Batman, the one thing that hadnât dissipated from the persona. As usually non-verbal as Bruce was, he loved to dirty talk.
âNot like thisâŠâ you reply breathlessly. Not when heâs hitting just the right spot, not when the warmth inside of you feels absolutely molten and you can feel yourself squeezing around him.
Bruce grunts, a characteristic sign of his disapproval. âDo you need a break?â He doesnât mean to sound patronizing; it just comes naturally to him. Like itâs your fault he fucks you like a man deprived. But before you can call him out on it, he takes a hand away from your hips, lowering himself onto an elbow yet again. âDo you need to cool down?â His teeth graze your earlobe gently, his voice growing just slightly sweeter.
He dips his head down back into your neck, nipping at the skin, a hand trails up your side, cupping a breast in his palm. âI donât want to rush.â
âOf course not,â you scoff, still working to catch your breath. Your hips jerk towards him again, trying replicate his thrusts somehow, but he doesnât allow you what you seek. You squeeze around him, trying to persuade him to fuck into you again, but Bruceâs iron will doesnât give.
âBreathe,â he whispers. His fingers brush up against your pulse point, shivers running down your spine from the gentle gesture. âIâll let you cum soon. I promise.â
Youâve learned a long time ago that Bruceâs promises only go so far. He promises to show up for the dinner reservations he booked, only for Alfred to tell you he stepped out as soon as youâre ready. He promises for a day without Batman, only for him to sneak down to the cave as soon as he thinks you arenât paying attention.
For all you know, he means to draw this out until the sun rises. Itâs not like itâd be the first time.
He leans in until heâs just a breath away. He nips at your bottom lip, capturing it between his teeth. You hear his deep chuckle as he tugs on the lip, his cock twitching inside of you. Once again, you try to grind down, try to seek more of his length. He frees your lip from its arrest before diving back in. He kisses you, passionate yet soft. Back to that devout touch.
You respond greedily, legs still bent at his hips. Your fingers curl into his hair, holding him against you.
He pulls back. He raises his hand, cupping your jaw in his palm. Eyes fixed on you.
âI love you, you know.â
Bruce doesnât say it often; heâs admitted so himself. Youâve known for a long time now to expect the unconventional with your husband. Love confessions while heâs buried to the hilt inside of you is the closest the two of you get to normal.
âIf you love me, youâd let me cum,â you pout.
He chuckles softly. âI thought you liked it when Iâm sweet.â Taunting you again. Heâs lucky you do love him otherwise you would never put up with all his bullshit. Coming home bleeding. Leaving you to worry about him while he runs around Gotham. Putting off your orgasm when he knows how badly you need it.
He pulls back, his eyes meeting yours. You feel his heart pounding against your chest. His cock jerks against your walls.
Without warning, he sinks back into you. You gasp, nails digging back into his skin at the sudden movement. His movements are deep and sure, hitting that same spot inside of you. âOh fuck!â you cry, head thrown back against the pillows. âFuck, Bruce, just like that.â
âI told you Iâd take care of you,â he growls into the shell of your ear. âI wouldnât leave you so desperate.â
Bruce thrusts into you, pushing deep, hitting the spots he knows will leave you too fucked out to move once heâs finished with you. Warmth pools back in your core as your pleasure builds back up from where Bruce left you. You clutch him against you, demanding your release. And this time, he shows you mercy.
Bruce moans against you. Even for his expert precision, you feel his thrusts getting sloppier, more frantic. Heâs close.
You bite down on his shoulder. Bruceâs groans louder.
âDo you want me to come inside you, darling? Do you want me to give you a baby?â His voice is rough, a sign that his composure is cracking.
âUh-huhâŠâ You nod, gripping onto him like a vice so he doesnât even consider pulling away from you.
âI will,â he murmurs.
Your sighs and pants join together, both of you wrapped so tightly around the other where you truly do feel like one. Being deprived of your orgasm has you frenzied, chasing after your high. And this time, Bruce follows through.
Your climax hits you like a train. For a few seconds, your ears are ringing, and you stare up at Bruce blankly, too blissed out to see.
He slams into you, hips stuttering. His hand cups your neck, eyes pinched shut. As he tosses his head back, you think of the rareness of this moment. Expression pinched with pleasure, Bruce makes good on his promise, spilling into you. You feel his cock pulsing, softly grinding against you, making sure every drop fills your pussy.
He falls on top of you, cock still buried inside of you. His weight is comforting, if just a little suffocating. But your body thrums with the electricity of your orgasm. Fingertips tingling, sweat beading up on your skin. Your walls throb around him, his seed warm inside in hopes of taking root.
The two of you are silent as you catch your breath, coming down from your bliss. The room is dark, and yet you feel absolutely bathed in light, warm and heavy.
You let out a soft whimper when Bruce finally pulls out, feeling cold and empty in his absence. He rises to his knees and observes his work, eyes sparkling as he watches his cum leak out of you. He swipes his thumb along your clit. You squirm, still sensitive from your peak.
âYouâre irresistible, do you know that?â he asks you, still kneeling above you. Cum drips from his tip, sliding down his still-hard shaft.
Had you any energy left to speak, youâd remind him how heâs usually quite able to resist you, but you donât want to ruin the afterglow of all of that. Not when you can watch Bruceâs scarred belly rising and falling from his exertion. Not after feeling his heart beating in time with yours as he pumps you full of his cum.
You hum contentedly, too spent for words, laying in the afterglow of the sex. The sounds of Bruce moving about the room only partially register in your mind until the bed shifts with his weight again. You jolt slightly, shaken from your stupor as Bruce gently cleans up the cum leaking from you.
âI meant what I said.â Bruce doesnât look up as he speaks. âWeâd have beautiful children.â
A tired smile crawls on your face as you look back at him. âWe will,â you reply.
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hello, my love! i cometh to the with a poly!marauders request.
i havenât fleshed it out in my head, but could you write something revolving around them talking about r while sheâs âasleepâ? the way it came was in the sh drabble, reader falls asleep on james after the tough convo. i thought of a nice follow-up where the lads talk about ways to support them while they think sheâs asleep and she feels so safe and supported and itâs just fluffy and cute.
it doesnât have to be around sh or anything like that! just something fluffy and cute where they talk about her when they think sheâs fallen asleep on one of the lads. it could be about past trauma they want to support her with, a trigger and them discussing how to go about helping, etc. - anything you fancy at all. i could use some soft fluff â€ïž
Thanks for requesting lovely <3
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Siriusâ thumb is sweeping a slow back-and-forth over the baby hairs at your temple. You can feel his chest rising and falling beneath your head, hear his heart inside it, smell the heady spice of his cologne, but youâre sleepy enough that those things fuzz together, melt into the gooey softness of dozing.Â
James and Remus are tidying in the kitchen. Youâve been distantly aware of their low, continual sounds, but you donât register the change until Remusâ footsteps near the couch where you and Sirius are lying, the floor creaking beneath his feet.Â
âDo either of youâoh.â His voice drops to a hush when Sirius shushes him. âIs she asleep?âÂ
You have the notion to make some small sound, but your mind is sluggish. When Sirius murmurs, âyeah,â before you can, you decide to let it go.Â
Remus makes a soft tsking sound. You feel the couch bend near your feet. âShould we wake her? She might not sleep well tonight if she does now.âÂ
âI donât much care when she sleeps.â Siriusâ thumb keeps stroking at your temple, his voice as soft as youâve ever heard it. You think that you may never get past the oddity of being held by him like this. When you first met Sirius, any tenderness had to be disguised as flirting. In a moment like this he would have woken you with sweet, tickling kisses mushed into your neck, growling about how you were too cute to let sleep before making some joke about how if you want to get me into the bedroom, gorgeous, there are quicker ways. And it was all in good fun, youâd enjoyed it and known the real sentiments that lay beneath all his levity. But over time that showy, over-the-top amorousness has morphed into a more sincere sort of fondness, and you like this version of Sirius even more. âOnly that she does sleep,â he finishes. âShe hasnât been getting much of it lately.âÂ
âNo,â Remus hums. âIâve noticed.âÂ
There are a few moments of soft, blanketing silence between them. You start to drift off again, but then another pair of footsteps comes.Â
Remus must make some silent signal, because James whispers, âSheâs sleeping?âÂ
Two hums.Â
âItâs not like her to sleep during the day.âÂ
âWe donât think sheâs been getting much of it during the night, either,â sighs Remus.Â
James makes a low cooing sound. The throw piled by your feet finds its way up to your shoulders.Â
âJames.â Remusâ voice is stern.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âDonât touch her face,â says Sirius.Â
âSorry,â James laughs softly. âShe just looks so cute.âÂ
âWell, try to restrain yourself.âÂ
âOkay, okay.â But a pair of lips touches down ever so softly on your forehead, and you hear Siriusâ amused chuff. âWhy do you think it is that sheâs not been sleeping?â James asks.Â
Remus hums. âMânot sure. I think she may just be a bit overwrought.âÂ
Your chest aches at the caring in his tone. Siriusâ free arm bands across your shoulders, a protective, solid weight.Â
âSheâll be alright,â he murmurs. âShe just needs a little extra help at the moment, is all.âÂ
âMaybe we could bake something tonight,â says James. âShe always likes that.âÂ
Remusâ voice is warm with affection. âThatâs sweet, Jamie. Maybe something simple, so she can just relax.âÂ
âLike decorating cookies?âÂ
âDo we have the stuff for that?â Sirius wonders.Â
James scoffs, and you feel Siriusâ chin bump your head as though a forceful kiss has been pressed upon the top of his. âAs if youâd have any idea whatâs in our pantry. Cute.âÂ
A smile tugs at your lips. You shift slightly to hide it, turning your face further into Siriusâ chest. All three boys go quiet.Â
Sirius rubs your shoulder gently. âItâs okay, baby,â he murmurs, lips to your hair. âGo back to sleep.â Your boyfriends stay silent as you settle, and for a cautious while after that.Â
âSheâs so precious,â Remus whispers, almost too softly for anyone to hear.Â
James makes a quiet sound of agreement. âI hate when sheâs upset.âÂ
âI donât think sheâs very upset,â Remus muses. âOr if she is, she might not know herself. Itâs all just a bit much right now, I think.âÂ
âSheâll be okay,â Sirius says again. His hand is moving over your shoulder still. You think he might do it for hours if it kept you from waking, he loves you that much. Your heart feels too big for your chest. âWeâll take care of her. Cookies, right?âÂ
âItâs a start,â Remus agrees.Â
âJames, I swear to god, if you wake her I will fill your shoes with cow shit.âÂ
âI wonât,â James swears. âRelax.â He presses his lips to the tip of your nose, and both the other boys sigh.
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My demons' periods cycles. By Mc
Note: these are purely my headcanons at the moment, they are based on animal ethology and behaviours that I think would suit each character depending on their personality and Lore. I would love to read your headcanon in case you have them.
Warning: Long text. Possible grammatical errors. It's written as if Mc was writing for themself.
Hey, it me Mc, the best human. Here is a compilation of the behaviours of my demons during their periods, cycles, for practical day to day use. It wasn't easy but I sat them down and got to talk to them, with a little effort I now know what they need. So now I am ready to assist them during these complicated times and be prepared in case I find a dead goat on the porch as a tribute.
Lucifer, Mammon & Levi || Satan, Asmo, & Beel || Belphie, Barbatos & Diavolo || Simeon & Raphael
Lucifer
Light does not bother him, but he rarely sleeps during its periods.
During his cycle his wings are filled with new feathers, to make them more noticeable and showy, many are small and iridescent.
His horns are also covered with iridescent scales.
He's constantly preening his wings, and they are always stretched to their fullest extent (Be prepared to be plucking feathers off your head for months)
The more feathers the better health (The stress of everyday life affects his plumage at this time so if at any time you see it scarce don't tell him :()
Unlike what you might think his nest is not in his bedroom but in secret rooms in the HOL.
Peacocks build their nests by making holes in the floor, Lucifer simulates that feeling by making a nest with high walls (good luck trying to get in and out) .
During his cycle he becomes very territorial and protective over his chicks (his siblings) and his mate (Interestingly Satan has woken up in the nest the most times over time, followed by Belphie)
He doesn't go outside his territory (the house), he feels a strong need to protect the fort (so all RAD paperwork falls on this sheep) .
Lucifer has a pre-heat period which is when he starts to grow new feathers, he eats a lot more and stores some food.
During the cycle he hardly eats, for that he has been accumulating energy ( you have to insist and feed him yourself so that he doesn't end up weakened after the cycle) .
He can talk normally, although when someone outside his family approaches a guttural sound comes out of his throat as a warning.
He produces very strong pheromones, but does not mark with them because there is no need (No one will dare steal what belongs to him)
Although physical contact soothes him, don't rub him if you don't see him relax, especially his wings. Let him initiate the contact.
He's always on guard since he does not sleep. But don't want that his brothers see him in his period.
His main way of courtship is to show off, so to get him to let you live, flatter him, tell him how beautiful his wings are or how majestic he is.
It's funny because sometimes he'll expect you to court him back (I don't have wings Luci, I can't do it) .
His senses are uniformly heightened. Nothing gets out of his control. (Good luck going to the toilet)
His body temperature rises (prepare light clothing, more than for him for you, you're going to need it)
Does he purr? Yes, although it's more like the sounds certain birds make before they sing. It is difficult to hear >:(.
During the cycle his anxiety is accentuated.
Normally demons end up exhausted after their cycle, but because he is so proud he doesn't let you take care of him, and he ends up much worse off.
Mc: So the nest is important?
Lucifer: Very important, yes.
Mc: Essential?
Lucifer: Yes
Mc: ⊠*thoughtful* Are you going to let me leave the house?
Lucifer: No.
Mc: And from your nest?
Lucifer: No.
Mc: âŠ. Let's buy cervical pillows then
Lucifer: *grinning*
Mc: So if I forced you, will you eat?
Lucifer: I think it's possible.
Mc: *grinning * And how do I do it with a spoon or mouth to mouth like the chicks?
Lucifer: *blushing * You⊠don't make me regret having told you all this
Mc: *half asleep* Everyone is sleeping.
Lucifer: *watching them in the dark with his eyes shining*
Mc: Everything is in order *trying to climb the nest*
Lucifer: *picking them up and lifting them to the nest* ⊠*purring*
Mc: Now, now, let's try to sleepâŠ*still half asleep* you are warm.
Lucifer: *covering them with his wings* Rests Mc.
Mammon
He can stand the light but doesn't like it, during these periods he has a reduced sleep schedule.
During his period he feathers, these feathers help him to be more aerodynamic.
He needs to groom them but as he normally doesn't have that many he is terrible at it (So be prepared to give him a hand) .
He nests, but like crows he does it high up, (make sure you prepare a hanging platform on the second floor of his room or he will end up nesting on the roof) .
Unlike Lucifer, he goes out almost every day, looking for small prey or presents. And don't care if his brothers see him in his period.
During his cycle his obsession for shiny things is accentuated, they don't have to be valuable, just shiny: stones, crystals, metals, floors or polished surfaces (thanks for the idea)âŠ
He is a collector and will bring these objects to the nest.
Mammon is not overly territorial, he doesn't expect his parnert to be in the nest for 24 hours either, but when he comes back from his outings please be there or he will panic. Last time the house almost burned down.
He produces pheromones, and he will only use it on his mate.
He does not have a pre-heat, but you can identify that he's approaching his period by her lack of attention (more than usual).
Mammon eats throughout his cycle, more than usual, mostly meat, but also certain grains and seeds that his relatives collect for him.
He will want to feed you and you will want to feed him. You can't get away from that, you just can't.
His pupils dilate and constrict in an exaggerated manners. And his eyes shine in dark.
Although he talks, he prefers to communicate by squawking and growling.
However, when he is affectionate mood mainly with taps and caresses.
During the cycle he becomes very needy of physical touch, at sleeping, eating and grooming times he must always be skin to skin. Stroke him between the wings or plumage and he will start to purr.
He is happy for you to initiate contact, he doesn't mind if you do it whenever you want.
He sleeps curled up on his companion.
Does he purr? Yes, like his brother it's a similar sound to certain birds, but it's easy to make him purr (pretty much whenever you pay attention to him)
And you always have to pay attention to him.
His form of courtship is to bring you gifts, where did you get coins, pretty stones, luminescent flowers ⊠you can not refuse these gifts or he'll cry (however give a stone or a coin and will not leave the nest in hours, he will think that you have reciprocated the courtship and will be happy)
His senses are sharpened especially his hearing and sight, he can see for miles, there is no threat that escapes him, that is why he is able to leave the territory so much.
He is more honest than usual, if he wants you to hug him he will tell you straight out.
Mammon: *trying that mc eat a leg of an unidentified animal*
Mc: No- NO!, youuuu stay baaaack
Mammon: *grunt*
Mc: *giving him part of their bread * take it
Mammon: *with pupils dilate* Oh *happy bird noises*
Mc: *holding back laughter*
Mammon: Farther to the left
Mc: Here?
Mammon: *stretching his wings higher*
Mc: Here?
Mammon: *purrs*
Mc: How the hell did you preen your feathers before?
Mammon: *curled next to Mc holding tightly a monopoly coin*
Mc: *smiling while stroking his feathers*
Mammon: Love you...
Mc: So your period makes you softâŠI wish you were always as honest.
Levi
Nocturnal, light bothers him and can hurt his eyes.
During his period he sleeps more than usual (although he should sleep more often).
His scales cover his whole body and become more colorful. And his horns grow new branches.
He does not need as much grooming as other types of demons, but he needs constant humidity.
During his period the bathtub in his bedroom is full, but sometimes a humidifier is enough.
However during the final part of his period he needs to be totally submerged (so be prepared to go diving)
During this phase Lucifer puts a spell on him to track him. Because his envy can lead him to hide in the deepest pit of the ocean.
Some snakes nest, but most do not, so Levi's safe place during his period is under a pile of blankets, thin cloths and other things (like a burrow).
Since Levi is Levi, you have to make sure to give him wet towels every so often to moisten his body.
Levi is very territorial but he is more elusive and prefers to hide, his insecurity increases and there is no way to get him out of his burrow ( make sure he hydrates because it wouldn't be the first time he gets sick)
He doesn't eat much during his cycle, and if he does it has to be raw, but he has poor hunting skills, guess whose turn it is to take care of this?
Although the final phase of the period (Underwater) Lotan often takes care of finding nutritious prey for him.
When sleeping he wraps his tail around your body, first because you are a source of warmth and second because you are you.
Levi becomes partially non-verbal, he uses a lot of hisses and grunts. After two days they can be easily identified.
He likes physical contact, but he is the one who has to initiate it. (Touch him without his permission and be prepared to search for him in the depths of the Devildom water bodies).
Levi's courtship occurs underwater.
First he shows off, where all his scales glow many colors, this is indicative of health (as Levi does not have a very healthy diet or routine, his color could be better, but we won't tell him that)
And in the second instance it gives a single stone of sea crystals.
The sense that develops the most is the sense of touch and hearing. His skin becomes super sensitive so he can only wear certain types of clothing. And excessive friction hurts him.
His body temperature decreases a lot, more and more as the period progresses because he can not thermoregulate ( that's why he needs to be submerged and that's why you will wake up underwater)
Does Levi purr? Of course, when you talk to him or when he is embarrassed.
After his cycle he will need several days to look you in the eye again.
Levi: *sad hiss*
Mc: I'm telling you that your scales are very pretty.
Levi: *self-deprecating hiss*
Mc: No, I'm not just saying this... but if it really makes you feel bad, starting tomorrow you're going to eat more protein.
Levi: *hiss of indignation* >:0
Mc: Levi, I bring you the food!! Levi?
Mc: *looking for him in the burrow* Levi?
Levi: *poking his head over the bath water*
Mc: There you are⊠Ah! The humidifier has turned off!!
Levi: *grabbing their sleeve*
Mc: *sighing* we have to be more attentiveâŠ. *getting into the bathtub* but now you have to eat.
Underwater
Mc: Who had said that automating a spell would save my life.
Levi: *snuggled next to them with his tail wrapped around their body*
Mc: Are you confortable Levi?
Levi: *nodding*
Mc: Good, love u.
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i'm looking through old posts and i cannot BELIIIIIIEVE this is an ask i got all the way back then. planetary is one of my ABSOLUTE favorite bkg songs these days. the way this verse twists the "i'm unbelievable" back on itself and then gets so much louder and anti-self-deprecation, anti-what-people-say-about-you with every line makes me think of bkg and pick up my walking pace and laugh at myself for it
i actually can't stress enough to you how much i listen to this as a bkg song these days. i can't BELIEVE i was put on to it all that time ago and i didn't get it!!! i'm genuinely so sorry. i'm sorry i didn't see the vision
My fav song that has Bakugou Energy is Planetary (Go!) by MCR
LOVE a good mcr song for bkg, iâm sort of surprised though because iâve never listened to that song and itâs unexpectedly upbeat? both for what i expected it to sound like as a mcr song and a bkg songÂ
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Haruka Sakura
You two were simply at his house for a small hangout, it wasn't anything too special after you both started dating. You've grown accustomed to going over to his apartment and just being in the same room together.
So when you slip on one of his plain white shirts, he knows immediately that it's his because he doesn't own many coloured shirts like you do. He lost his mind.
The sight of you in his floor bed with his shirt.
Right away, he'll question you, "Is that my shirt?" As blush creeps up on his cheeks.
You answer "Yes." Without much thought but in his head, he was going crazy.
He tries to act like it's nothing and brushes it off, but the way his eyes never leave your body and the way he keeps fidgeting with the hem of the shirt you're wearing makes you question what he's doing. He doesn't say anything the whole time which made you curious and knew something was up.
Hajime Umemiya
He has to do a double take on your body when he comes across you wearing something of his own. The first time it happened, you were relaxing on the school roof top with him, seeing that you guys finished gardening fairly quickly, the shirt you were wearing had gotten a little too dirty to your liking, so to fix the solution he looked at you, then his shirt.
"Do you want to borrow mine?"
You eyebrows knitted in confusion as your eyes went wide. You kept protesting and telling him to keep it, besides, what was he going to wear then? He quickly solved the problem by saying if you'd like to borrow his sweater instead. This time, you agreed to those terms.
You quickly changed in the washroom before heading up to the rooftop again. The school was empty and luckily Sugishita had plans that day (which is very rare causing the both of you to question what he was doing today). Upon returning, he was in the hammock he usually takes naps in and was busy on his phone after not being on it for a few hours. Momentarily, you sat in front of him feeling awkward and shifting your chair. He peered up from his phone and looked at you, then smiled.
"Wow that suits you huh?" He placed his phone down on his chest. You jumped at his compliment.
"It's not even mine..."
"Looks better on you though." A cheeky smile was brought to his lips.
You felt the tips of your ears burning as he motioned you to come with him. You were dating by then and yet you still felt awkward whenever you two got a little to intimate. He knew of this thought of yours but he found it cute. So when you stood up and made your way over to him, he quickly grabbed your wrist making you stumble onto his chest as he let out an airy laugh when you yelled in shock.
"You're going to break the hammock you asshole!"
Toma Hiragi
He really hated the way you dressed that day. Normally whenever you two would go out for a date night, it was usually at restaurants or a late night walk for drinks or ice cream, but today was special and you two decided to do something different.
The both of you agreed to visit the bowling arena.
It was open till 12AM and mostly older adults and few rowdy teenagers would roll up around those hours due to the alcoholic beverage that were available to order. Of course, you and him don't drink so your plans was just to bowl.
However when he picks you up from your house and sees your outfit, he could a feel a vigilant sense coming to his nose. The top you wore was a bit too showy and tight for his liking, even so, he refrained from telling you at first.
However, to your dismay, a lot more teenagers that you two expected to be there was out of your assumptions. The groups around your bowling area was rented out by the same rowdy teenagers he feared. The entire time he purely tried to focus on your date and ignore the hormonal boys that kept eyeing up and down. It was driving him crazy to not just drag you out the place and have a date night at home.
After it was your turn, he had enough of the whispers and stares about his girlfriend, so when you walk up to him to indicate it was his turn now, he takes his leather jacket from the couch where both your belongings were placed and in a swift move, he wraps it behind your back.
"Oh, are we going now?" You ask feeling sweat drop from your head.
"...No." He replied as you slipped in your arms through the sleeves. From the corner of his eyes, he could feel the stares of the group of teenagers mumbling under their breaths.
You didn't understand for the first few minutes till you watched him walk up to the stadium and saw him glance at the group of boys if they noticed you were wearing his jacket.
You smiled softly and held the jacket closer to your body.
Taiga Tsugeura
He barely has any interesting shirts, Nirei desperately tried to help him find his style sense, but when the others visited his house and browsed around in his room, Mitsuki looked in his closet to see the same exact shirts in different shades of grey. He took a picture and sent it to the group chat.
The four made that an inside joke.
Even so, you were aware of his limited choices of clothing, when you asked for a shirt at his house, on the outside he seemed normal about it. It took him awhile for it to click in his brain what you asked till he saw you in his shirt asking him if he's ready to go out yet.
The both of you were just going to go on a small walk around town having been bored at his house so the entire time he's outside with you he's extra giddy and smiley thinking about the fact that you are wearing his shirt.
You can tell he's in an extra good mood by the way he seems to blush and smile more while at the same time, taking glances at the shirt you're wearing every now and then.
Mitsuki Kiryu
His clothing of choices are very interesting. Aside from his loud patterned shirts, he still owns a fair amount of cute looking ones.
When you first looked into his closet a tiny part of you was jealous seeing how nice they were, you even told him you were going to steal some because of how good quality it was, and to your surprise he said,
"Go ahead. I don't mind." With a cat-like smile.
In doing so, you ended up putting a fashion show on for him.
He laughed the entire time and rated each outfits you presented to him, having different names for each of the fits making him place down his phone and put all his attention on you.
As much as he enjoyed the little game you made, he loved the way your body fitted some of his clothes, he falls into the shorter category of guys. Standing at a whopping 5'5 ft tall, some of the clothes fit you very well. He finds it amusing the way some of them still look baggy on you, making you look like blob of laundry.
He wouldn't mind if he saw you in public wearing one of his jackets.
Hayato Suo
You really hate his clothes. It's not the fact that it's ugly or weird, Suo tends to go for the Chinese clothing due to the hemp material he likes. Loose pants and kung-fu shoes, they're basically similar material types.
However, when you had to wear one of his jackets due to the weather being colder than usual, you fought with yourself thinking you'd look stupid wearing a Chinese tang-suit in public paired with your [Clothing style] would make you look ridiculous.
But once you refused, the dark-haired boy put on a faux smile and told you to put it on now.
There you were, in his tang-suit jacket.
It wasn't as bad as you thought, eventually you forgot about the jacket when you two continued your date outside. The whole time, he would glance at you whenever you weren't looking and look away with a proud smile.
"Suo is something wrong?" You ask questioning his silent smile.
He looked away and continued walking, "Nothing." He answer before wrapping his fingers with yours.
Jo Togame
Monk working clothes and matching sweatsuits.
He doesn't care much about style if he's being honest. The chore of running errands to spend money on clothing he's going to wear for 2 days and end up throwing them into the washing machine seems like a bother, so he keeps his wardrobe simple.
When he finds you stealing one of his grey sweaters, he notices right away.
"Is that mine?" He asks pointing at you laying in his bed with your phone in your hand.
He already knows the answer when you reply, "Yeah."
He chuckles to himself before walking over to you and placing the towel from his shoulders on his chair. His hair was still wet after having a short bath and threw on grey sweatpants and a random sweatshirt.
When you're just going through your phone and not paying much attention to your surroundings, the 6 foot man launches his body onto yours making you scream in surprise.
Instantly, he wraps his arms around your waist while messing up his wet hair on the sweater you wore. The phone in your hand dropped causing it to fling to the floor and create a crashing sound. The moment he got his hands on you, you tried breaking free.
"Togame stop! Your hair is still wet!" You kicked your legs and began to push yourself away from him but his grip was too strong.
You could feel a smile form on his lips against you as a lazy but purring voice replaced his tone of voice, "But you look so good [Name]."
"Let me GO!"
Tomiyama Choji
His outfits relate to similar clothing of streetwear and he's not even aware of that. He picks his clothing at random and goes for tight-fitted pants with sneakers. He's very short and light so most of his clothes fit you.
When you two are simply going out to eat and you accidentally spill water on your shirt, your mood shifts and becomes sadder.
He wasn't expecting something like this to happen, and thought about any solutions.
"My shirt is all ruined..." You whined across from the chair he stood in. You began to wipe down the liquid that wetted your shirt while he frantically began to clean up the table that had the water spills.
"Hey it's okay, you can always borrow my jacket." He looked up at you with his prominent smile.
You blinked at his offer but was he really going to give you a choice? The answer was no.
You went into the washroom to go change and slip on the the hoodie he wore for your date, and when you walked out he widened his eyes in surprise as a tiny of blush covered his cheeks.
"Sorry, I'll return your sweater back next time okay?" You walked out the restaurant with him with you wet shirt stuffed in your bag.
He shook his head and that's when you realized he seemed a bit more quieter than he usually is. Normally, he was loud and outgoing but in this moment, you senesced something was coming up.
"No it's okay, you can keep it."
"Really?" You smiled back at him as the two of you began walking.
He remained his eyes on you in a daze before the two of you wrapped your hands together, "Yeah. It suits you better."
You blushed at his statement.
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IâM A JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS, BOY. | TOM BLYTH
PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader
SUMMARY. after gaining massive popularity, you star another show where you have to kiss your co star, which tom isnât exactly happy about
AUTHOR NOTE. Two posts in one day? Who am I??anyway! This was self indulging because I love Steven Conklin and nobody writes for him đ As always, reblogs and comments make me more motivated to continue this series :)
installment of this au | the reader plays fictional character âella fisherâ in tsitp!
Tom wasnât a jealous guy, at least, he didnât think so. He was very secure in your relationship, always making sure he didnât let his emotions get the best of him.
Like when you told him you had gotten the role of Conrad and Jeremiah Fisherâs sister in The Summer I Turned Pretty, and how you were Steven Conklinâs love interest, he congratulated you with a big hug.
He knew who was playing StevenâSean Kaufman. There was no doubt that Steven was a very charming guy.
âYouâre here!ïżœïżœïżœ You say giddily, engulfing your boyfriend in a hug when he approached you. âDaisy was just patching up the last of my concealer. Did you get any food?â
Daisy was your makeup artistâand one of the sweetest girls youâve ever met in your life. She knew the cast pretty well, so when you first got here, she helped break the ice between you and them.
âYou know I did,â Tom says, placing the paper bag down on your table. He opened it up, retrieving an iced matcha latte and a poke bowl. You squealed in delight, excited to eat after filming for so long.
âSo how was your day?â You say, cheekily grinning at him as you ate your bowl.
âTiring? I did a photo shoot, it was fun. Then I went home and took a nap, and then I drove to buy you food.â
âWell thank you babe,â you say. âToday was such an exhausting day, so much retakes cause of all the sand. But God do I love this show to death. Itâs so much all at once but in a good way, you know?â
âWell Iâm just excited to see my girl on the big screen,â Tom smiles, leaning in to give you a kiss on your forehead.
âYN! Time to film again!â The voice of your director calls out, making you shove your bowl into Tomâs hands and rushing over to the cameramen.
Tom carefully places your bowl down, walking over quietly behind the cameras to watch your scene up close.
He watches as you talk to Lola, who plays Belly, about your plans after high school, and how you wanted to apply for Princeton just like Steven. She rolls her eyes, saying how she doesnât get how you and Steven get along so well.
Later in the scene, you and Sean sit close together in front of a campfire. Tom remembers vividly of you telling him there was a scene between your character and Steven where the two of you would get extremely close. Tom feels his breath hitch when he sees Sean make you laugh. He knows that itâs just actingâthat your character and Seanâs character are love interests in the show, and that it means nothing in real life.
But he just feels so weird. His stomach is in knots, and it feels like his mouth is dry.
âYou know,â Sean begins, leaning in close to your face. âI know Belly doesnât want me liking any of her friends, and your brothers would totally kill me if they knew; but youâre making it so hard.â
âReally Steven?â You fake giggle, leaning closer to his touch. âWell they donât have to know.â
Sean laughs at your comment, his head falling against your shoulder, something that Tom had always done with you.
And then he sees the director cue the cameramen to zoom in, and then there it is. â You and Sean kiss, and Tom feels his feet move away from the scene without even realizing.
âAnd⊠cut!â The director says, clapping. âGood job Sean and Y/N! You really captured the tension between Steven and Ella. Thatâs a wrap!â
You hug Sean afterwards, the two of you laughing about how stupid the kiss mustâve looked but you knew the viewers would eat it up once the episodes aired.
âWhereâs that boyfriend of yours?â Gavin asks, suddenly showing up behind you and Sean.
âGavin!â You say, putting your hand to your chest. âWay to scare a girl to death!â
Gavin laughs, poking at your sides teasingly. âJust kidding, I know where he is. Stormed off where Lola and Christopher are standing.â
âStorm off?â You say, confused.
âSeems like lover boy wasnât too keen on you kissing our Sean over here.â
You quickly make your way towards where Lola and Christopher were standing, and just like Gavin had said, Tom was standing behind them. He didnât look too happy.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask, pulling the boy away for some privacy.
âItâs nothing.â
âOh câmon,â you scoff. âIt canât be nothing. Gavin said you stormed off earlier.â
Tom sighs, clearly wanting to drop the topic. But one look into your genuine concerned eyes makes him crack.
âI was jealous.â He admits, biting his lip back in embarrassment. âIâm sorry.â
You bite back a smile, arms linking with his. âAwe babe, itâs okay. Just acting. Just like how you kissed Rachel in the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. It doesnât mean anything.â
âYeah,â Tom sighs, bringing your body close to his. âYouâre right, I shouldnât have felt that way.â
âItâs okay,â you reassure him, smiling brightly. âFeeling jealous is bound to happen with our job, as long as we communicate about it, everything will be fine.â You hug his side, snuggling your face into his coat. âPlus, you know Sean has a girlfriend, right?â
âWhat?â Tom seems baffled, but he quickly covers it up. âNo, yeah, I knew that.â
âUh huh,â you tease, âdonât worry Tom, I love you the most.â
He leans down, making eye contact with you. âWell I sure hope so, because I love you the most as well.â
And everything was perfect until Gavin lets out a fake barf, telling the two of you to âget a roomâ.
âOh get out of here Gav!â You say, shooing him away.
âYeah Gavin, let the couple have their moment!â
That makes everyone laugh, and you swore you never felt happier than you did right now.
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NATIONAL ANTHEM.
Seungmin x reader. (s,a)
Synopsis: At first, you knew Seungmin as the guy you made out with on a flight home but once the plane landed, you discovered that he's the son of your father's rival candidate for the upcoming election, causing you to be caught between love and loyalty. (13,6k words)
Author's note: Happy birthday to the agent of chaos, Seungmin â
Some people might call it fate, serendipity, or kismet, but you're not the type to believe in romantic clichés like that, so let's just call it a coincidence.
It's merely a coincidence that the car got a flat tire on the way to the airport, causing you to miss the flight you were supposed to be on. Otherwise, you would have been sitting in seat 4B on a completely different plane next to a completely different passenger in seat 4A.
As you make your way to your seat, you notice him immediately. A young man sitting in the window seat next to yours, he possesses a rare, gentlemanly beauty. With refined features, a charming smile, and tousled dark hair, he exudes a sophisticated appeal. In other words, heâs the kind of guy who instantly catches your eye.
He glances up as you stow your bag in the overhead compartment, offering a polite nod. You take your seat next to him, trying to keep your cool even though your heart skips a beat.
Thereâs something about him that draws you in, something magneticâa quiet confidence that doesnât need to be loud or showy to be felt.
After you settle in and the plane takes off, you feel the urge to talk to him. You're usually not the type to strike up conversations with strangers, but for some reason, with him, you can't help it. Also, you realize that if you want something to happen, you have to start somewhere.
âIs this your first time flying out of here?â you ask, turning to him with a smile.
He looks at you, his lips curving into a small smile. âNo, Iâve been here before, but itâs been a while," he answers, his voice smooth and calm, making something flutter in your chest.
You introduce yourself to break the ice and make interacting easier.
"Seungmin," he says, taking your hand and holding it for a moment as he introduces himself. "Traveling alone?"
"Yes," you answer innocently.
"Business or pleasure?" he asks, a playful glint in his warm brown eyes.
You stare into his eyes and faintly bite your lower lip before answering, "Hopefully, pleasure."
From there, the conversation flows effortlessly. You talk about everythingâfrom favorite travel destinations to the books you're reading. Something about Seungmin makes it feel so natural, and before you know it, two hours have passed in the blink of an eye.
âI canât believe weâve been talking for hours,â you say with a low laugh, glancing out the window at the darkened sky.
The Atlantic stretches endlessly below, and the flight attendants have dimmed the cabin lights, casting a soft, intimate glow over the rows of seats.
âTime flies when the companyâs good,â he says, his eyes lingering on you in a way that makes your heart race.
The space between you feels charged now, the conversation slowing as the connection deepens into something more. You can feel the pullâthe undeniable attraction thatâs been simmering since you sat down. Then you catch him glancing at your lips, and you know he feels it too.
Daringly, you lean in slightly, testing the waters, and he responds by shifting closer. The air between you is electric, and when his hand brushes yours, a spark shoots through you.
Both of you hesitate for a moment, caught in that intoxicating space where everything hangs in the balance until neither of you can resist any longer.
Your lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss, and the world outside the window seems to fall away. His kiss is gentle at first, cautious, testing, but when you respond, he takes it as permission to deepen it. He rests his hand on your cheek, and warmth spreads through you as his lips move against yours in a slow, intoxicating rhythm, making you forget youâre on a plane surrounded by strangers.
For those few moments, it's just you and him, lost in each other, the quiet hum of the plane fading into the background.
When you finally pull apart, breathless and dazed, you exchange a look that says everything. This isn't just some fleeting attraction. Thereâs something real here, something undeniable.
However, once the plane touches down and the cabin lights flicker back to life, reality begins to creep in. It's the altitude, the change in air, and the fact that you now have both feet on the ground. The intimacy of your shared moments with Seungmin starts to fade as you both prepare to disembark.
Everyone stands from their seats to gather their things, and you can feel Seungmin watching as you reach for your bag in the overhead compartment.
"SoâŠ" Seungmin begins as you both shuffle out of the row and into the aisle. "Can I get your number? Or at least, a last name?"
Your heart is still fluttering from the kiss you shared just hours ago, but you hesitate. Thereâs an inexplicable tug in your gut telling you not to give in so easily, to be cautious. You like himâreally like himâbut you're not going to make it that easy.
You flash him a playful smile. âHmm... Iâm not sure I should make it that easy for you,â you tease, shifting your bag onto your shoulder.
Seungmin raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a half-smile. âYouâre going to make me work for it?â
You nonchalantly shrug, trying to keep things light despite your racing heart. âLetâs just say I like a challenge.â
As you walk together through the terminal, the chemistry between you still crackling, you step outside and notice a car waiting at the curb. The driver, standing beside it, is holding a sign with Seungminâs name. At first, nothing seems out of the ordinary, until you notice his jacket. The driver is wearing a dark blazer, but pinned to it is a familiar emblemâthe logo of a political campaign.
Not just any campaign. It's your fatherâs rivalâs campaign.
Your smile falters as you look more closely, and your heart drops when something clicks. You turn to Seungmin, your mind racing.
âIs that your driver?â your voice comes out sharper than you intended.
Seungmin follows your gaze, looking a bit confused. âYeah. Why?â
Your throat suddenly feels dry. You clear it before asking the big question. âAre you from the Kim family? The same Kim family running for governor?â
"Yes," Seungmin answers, clearly puzzled.
The Kim family. The Kim family. Your fatherâs bitter rival in the upcoming election. This isnât just some random guy you met on a planeâhe's the son of the man your father has been railing against for weeks. You feel the blood drain from your face as the realization crashes down.
Seungminâs expression shifts from confusion to concern. âWhatâs wrong?â
You unconsciously take a step back. "Youâre... youâre a Kim," you say, still in disbelief.
Seungmin opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off. "Your father and mineâtheyâre both running for governor."
For a moment, Seungmin seems to be processing what youâve said. Then his face hardens slightly in understanding. You take another step back, the weight of everything pressing down on you.
âThis changes everything,â you whisper.
He looks at you, his eyes searching. âNo, it doesnât have to," he says.
If only he knew how badly you wanted to believe him. But you canât ignore the reality of the situation. Both of your families are in a brutal political war, and no matter how much you like him, getting involved with Seungmin could blow everything upâfor both of you.
"How is it not? Your father accused mine of siphoning money from the cityâs budget for his campaign."
"Because he did!" Seungmin says boldly.
"Thereâs no concrete proof!" you counter.
"Of course, because they know how to make things disappear. Your family is known for their generosity with hush money," he remarks bluntly.
Youâve never been one to argue about things that arenât your business, but when it comes to your family, you naturally defend them.
"As opposed to your fatherâs blatant hypocrisy," you calmly reply. "Heâs fighting the climate crisis, but his wife keeps taking private jets for her shopping trips."
You come up with a concrete data point. "According to the data, those trips contributed 58 metric tons of carbonâthe same amount emitted by 4,625 cars in a day."
That seems to shut him up. His jaw clenches, and it's unfair how good he looks when he's mad.
The driver awkwardly clears his throat, glancing between you both. âSir, we should get going. Your fatherâs waiting.â
"It was good to see you," Seungmin says before storming off, childishly bumping your shoulder as he passes.
"Goodbye, I guess," you mutter, scoffing in disbelief as you watch him walk away.
That concludes everything, officially making it an unpleasant coincidence.
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It was just a coincidence!
That's what Seungmin has been telling himself after spending days wrestling with his feelings, convincing himself that it doesnât matter, that you are just a fleeting moment, a passing fancy. But the truth is undeniable: no matter how much he tries to push you out of his mind, he just canât stop thinking about you.
When his friend mentioned that youâre living separately from your family, something shifted inside him. The tension between your families has always been an obstacle, a reason to stay away, but now it seems more like an excuse. If anything, the fact that you arenât on good terms with your family only deepens his curiosityâand somehow, his feelings.
Seungmin hadnât planned to find your hotel room, but once he knew where you were staying, he couldnât help himself. And now, as he stands there, waiting for you to open the door, his heart races in anticipation despite the cool facade he tries to maintain.
After a moment, the door creaks open, and there you areâyour hair slightly tousled, your expression showing slight shock to see him there. His heart leaps at the sight of you, but instead of the warmth or excitement he hoped to see, your face remains cold, indifferent.
âAre you stalking me?â your voice is cool, a little too casual, as if you havenât been thinking about him at all.
There's no going back now, so Seungmin pushes forward. "Well, you're not that hard to track."
You lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms in front of you defensively. âYou shouldnât be here,â you say flatly.
Seungmin notices the flicker in your eyes, something youâre trying to hide. He takes a small step closer, his gaze softening, and playfully says, âMaybe."
You stare at him for a moment, your expression hard, but he sees the hesitation in the way your fingers grip the edge of the door. Youâre fighting something, trying to keep a wall between the two of you. He understands why you keep your guard up so highâyouâre trying to protect yourself, your heart, and maybe even protect him from the mess that is your life right now.
âYou shouldnât be... with me,â you make it even clearer, but even as you say the words, your voice wavers.
Seungmin takes another step forward, placing his hand near where yours rests. âLet me in, and we'll find out."
Your eyes soften for a brief moment before you quickly look away, the conflict clear in your expression. Itâs obvious that you want to shut the door, to push him away, but something is holding you back. Maybe it's the same thing that brought him here in the first placeâthe connection, the spark between you that refuses to be ignored.
The conflict in your eyes only encourages Seungmin. He leans against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving yours. "Why are you staying in a hotel anyway?" he asks, his voice casual but tinged with curiosity.
You remain aloof, folding your arms across your chest as you raise an eyebrow. âWhy should I let my enemy know?"
The coldness in your tone is deliberate, a shield to guard against him, against what youâre really feeling. But he doesnât back down; his smirk only grows wider.
His hand inches closer to yours as he leans in just a bit closer, making his presence suddenly more overwhelming.
âSee, thatâs the thing..." his voice drops lower, with a teasing edge.
âWhat?â you ask, trying to keep your cool even though the proximity makes your heart race.
âWeâre enemies,â he states the obvious, his gaze locking onto yours with such intensity that it sends a shiver down your spine.
You let out a sigh, already prepared for whatever line heâs about to throw at you. âAnd whatâs your point?â
Seungminâs smirk deepens as he leans in even closer, his face now mere inches away from yours. His voice is low and soft, almost a whisper, but filled with mischief.
âSleeping with the enemy is hot.â
Your breath hitches slightly, but you keep your expression in check, refusing to let him see just how much his words affect you. You tilt your head a little to the side, raising an eyebrow, but the corner of your mouth betrays you with the slightest hint of a smile.
âIs that so?â you respond with a daring smirk.
Seungmin lets out a low chuckle, his eyes flickering with something dangerous and alluring, like he knows exactly how this game is going to end.
As you stand there weighing your options, the tension between you and him becomes unbearable. You can feel the electricity crackling in the air, and despite everything, you find yourself taking a step back, opening the door wider without saying a word.
Seungminâs triumphant smile tells you that he understands your silent invitation. Without wasting another second, he steps inside, the door closing softly behind him as the world outside fades away.
Before you can even catch your breath, heâs on youâhis lips crash against yours with a force that makes you dizzy. The kiss is urgent, an explosion of passion and frustration that has been building between you and him for so long.
His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer as if the mere touch of your skin isnât enough to satisfy the hunger between you.
All the walls youâve built, all the reasons you shouldnât be doing this, crumble in an instant. It doesnât matter that heâs your enemy. Right now, all that matters is the way his lips brush against yours, the way his breath mingles with yours, the way your hearts seem to beat in sync.
In that moment, nothing else exists but the two of you.
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Doing it on the bed is overrated to Seungmin, so he grabs you by the waist and swiftly hoists you up, setting you on the nearest table. Fortunately, it's sturdy and at the perfect height for whatever he's planning next.
He plants his hands on the table behind you and aligns his body with yours, fitting just rightâhardness to softness, curves to hollows. Oh, he has so many ideas of what to do with you. On second thought, he's fine with paying the fine for property damage if it comes to that.
He leans in slowly, teasing your lips for a kiss, but just a millimeter away from contact, he moves to the side and whispers softly into your ear, "Do you know how many times Iâve thought about this moment?"
You look up at him, eyes wide and seductive, a grin peeking at the corner of your mouth. "I donât want to know. I want you to show me."
Something flickers in his eyesâsomething that both scares and thrills you. He places a hand on your waist and glides it up your side, stopping at your ribcage.
"What is it about you..." His words trail off as he places a deep, slow kiss on your lips.
As he keeps your mouth busy, his hand palms your breast through your nightdress. When he pinches your hardening nipple, you gasp at the jolt of sensation.
To return the favor, you slide your fingers beneath his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his stomach. He's soft yet firm, and if it weren't for the warmth under your fingertips, youâd think he was carved from marble.
"I just canât stop thinking about you and our kiss," he says, a mix of wonder and disbelief in his voice, before capturing your lips again in a hungry kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.
Seungminâs thumb rubs your nipple just right, making your insides melt.
"Look at you, getting weak in the knees for me," he says with a triumphant grin.
He pulls his hand from the table and gives it a new task, sliding under your dress to grip your inner thigh, pulling your hips against his arousal, letting you feel the heat of his desire.
"And what we could have done after that kiss..." he continues, your lips meeting again in a breathless kiss.
Seungmin breaks the kiss to move his lips elsewhereâyour neck, your chest. His hand roughly pulls down the front of your nightdress, sending your breasts spilling out. He wastes no time, his lips closing over your skin.
Your hand flies to his hair, tugging as he sucks hard on your breast. You watch as his tongue swirls around your nipple before he fills his mouth with your flesh.
"Seungmin..." you call breathlessly, unsure whether you want him to stop or keep going.
Hearing his name roll off your lips soothes something deep inside him, and he wants to hear it again and again. He pushes the hem of your nightdress up around your waist, and in return, you rip open the fly of his jeans, freeing his swollen member.
"Mmh..." you hum with delight, wrapping your hand around his length, hot and pulsing with desire.
Seungmin mirrors your action, palming your clothed core, his thumb tracing your engorged bundle of nerves. Soon, your underwear is damp with arousal.
"What is it about you, mmh?" he asks, eyes locked on yours.
He pulls your panties aside and runs his long fingers down your folds, drenching them in your essence. As his fingers drag down, he pushes them inside you, earning a broken moan from your lips.
"What is it about you that makes me want more..." He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you, savoring the way your face contorts in pleasure. "And more, and more..."
As he continues, you fist the front of his shirt, pulling him close, your legs opening wider, bringing his cock even closer to where you want him.
He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with his cock. Your legs are raised slightly higher than the tableâs surface, aching for more than just the feeling of his tip rubbing between your folds.
"Stop teasing me," you mutter.
His lopsided grin returns, and before you can react, he thrusts into you hard and fast, burying himself completely inside you.
Your breath hitches, and you moan his name, which he finds incredibly hot. He strokes his tongue over every inch of your mouth, claiming it as he angles his hips to hit your clit.
The tight grip of your body, your sweet mouth, your legs wrapped around himâperfection. He indulges in every part of you. His heart races, his need grows desperate, but he holds back, determined to wait for your high to come first.
When you finally shatter and convulse around him uncontrollably, he allows himself to thrust harder. He grasps your hips, your thighs, pressing your foreheads together so he can look into your beautiful, dazed eyes as he thrusts one last time, losing himself completely as he pours everything into you. As his breath saws in and out, he holds you tight, with no intention of letting go.
The theory is proven: sleeping with the enemy is hot.
-
Itâs Seungminâs third time staying over in your hotel room this week alone, and no, you're not complaining at all. You've already grown accustomed to himâSeungmin is part of your routine now, part of your life, and his absence leaves you feeling restless.
When you're not with him, you recall what heâs done to you: the way he kissed you, caressed you, all the things he's said. Your hand unconsciously flies down to your thigh, wishing he was touching you right now.
But donât get it wrongâthe non-bedroom side of Seungmin appeals to you just as much as the lover side, if not more. He makes you laugh, and he listens to you, even when what you talk about isnât particularly interesting. Heâs comfortable around you, and that makes you comfortable around him. You like how he fills the empty space in the bed, and you also like just lying with him in a comfortable silence that doesnât beg for questions.
However, tonight is an exception.
As you lie on the bed with Seungmin, still recovering from the passionate lovemaking you shared earlier, you feel the weight of reality slowly creeping back in. The silence between you isnât uncomfortable, but it feels heavy, as if there are things that need to be said.
You roll over slightly to face him and place your hand on his arm, fingers gently tracing the veins coiling down his inner arm. âI need to tell you something,â you murmur.
Seungmin turns his head to look at you, his gaze soft but curious. âWhat is it?â
You inhale deeply as you gather your thoughts, looking into his eyes as you begin with the one thing you're sure of.
âI really like you, Seungmin.â
âI know,â he says confidently, one corner of his mouth curling into a half-smirk.
You bring your hand up to cup his chin, gently scratching his jaw with your fingertips as you flash him a soft smile and continue speaking.
âWhat you donât know is that my family isnât speaking to me right now, and thatâs something Iâd like to change.â
âI didnât know. Iâm sorry,â he says earnestly, softly caressing your cheek.
âMy family used to control meâIâm sure you know what thatâs like. I rebelled, took off, and a year into it, I found out my younger sister was going through something, and I wasnât there for her because I was trying to prove some... stupid point,â you explain with a dry chuckle.
His gaze remains steady as he listens to you without interrupting.
âIâm just trying to find my way back in, and I happened to bump into you along the way.â
âAnd Iâm glad you did,â he says, catching your other hand in his and resting it on his chest.
You hold his chin, wanting all of his attention focused on you, because what you're about to say is the most important part of this conversation.
âBeing seen with you would send the wrong message, and I really canât risk making my family more upset right now.â
Seungminâs eyes soften, and without the slightest hesitation, he nods in agreement. âI understand,â he says calmly.
âDonât worry, Iâm pretty good at secret relationships,â he adds with a playful smirk. âAnd all the sneaking around... itâs kind of thrilling. I find it really hot.â
You let out a soft laugh, suddenly feeling at ease. âOf course you do.â
Seungmin pulls you closer, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
âWeâll keep it a secret, but I want you to know that it doesnât change how I feel about you.â
As Seungmin presses a tender kiss to your forehead, you feel the warmth and reassurance sinking in. For now, the secret doesnât feel like a burdenâit feels like a shared world that belongs only to the two of you.
-
In under a month, Seungmin has learned a lot about you.
In bed, you respond best when he goes slowly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. But if he wants something more intenseâor anything, for that matterâyouâre game and eager to please. He couldnât ask for a better partner.
Out of bed, you live by routine. You get up at the same time every day, then shower away the evidence of morning sex (because Seungmin loves starting the day off right). Your breakfast usually consists of a cup of black coffee and French toast. You share a kiss before parting ways; you get picked up at the hotel entrance while Seungmin makes his exit through the hotel kitchen.
During the day, you help your father with his campaign at the headquarters, returning to your hotel room around 8 or 9 when you have dinner with your family.
As for your evenings, they belong to Seungmin. When youâre not fooling around like hormonal teenagers, you spend time having late-night snacks, talking about random things, or just cuddling in bedâthings Seungmin has never experienced with anyone before.
Day by day, he wants more of you, not less.
Tonight, you both decide to watch something on pay-per-view. You rest your head on his shoulder while your eyes are fixed on the large screen mounted on the wall. From time to time, Seungmin kisses you, and it feels so good having you near, as if he were made to be your lover.
Occasionally, you react to certain scenes in the film, your bare legs shifting beneath the hem of your nightdress.
âAre you wearing underwear?â he jokes into your ear.
You part your legs, giving him the opportunity to find out for himself. Itâs funny that he only realizes nowâyouâve never turned him down; youâre just as starved for him as he is for you.
Seungmin pouts when his fingers meet silky fabric instead of your tender flesh, but that doesnât stop him from continuing to touch you. You gasp as he massages your clothed clit, and your head lolls on his shoulder.
It doesnât take long before youâre wet, your essence coating his fingertips as he traces your folds. His cock aches inside the confines of his jeans, as if itâs been weeks since he last had sex, not just hours. He wants you againâcraves that closeness, that connection, that unbelievable, mind-blowing pleasure. No amount of you is ever enough for him.
Before long, you give in and pull him down for a hungry kiss, which leads to another, and another, and another...
The next thing he knows, the credits are rolling on the TV screenâthe whole film played while the two of you were busy with other things. At the end of the night, you climb into bed and nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, wrapping your warmth around his body.
Seungmin brushes a stray hair from your face, his fingertips trailing over the smooth curve of your lips before placing a gentle kiss, tender and possessive.
âGoodnight,â he mutters when he breaks the kiss.
The next morning, he finds you wearing his shirtâthe one from the very first night you spent together. He doesnât know how to describe how he feels seeing you in his clothes, knowing you kept his shirt and have been wearing it; all he knows is itâs a good feeling.
Truthfully, heâs been feeling like this a lot latelyâwhenever you smile, ask for a kiss, or cross the room just to be near him. But also when the two of you arenât together. He has spent the past few weeks in a euphoric high, grinning for no other reason than thinking of you.
Thereâs no doubt about itâSeungmin is stupid in love.
-
The fundraiser party is in full swing, the lights casting a warm, polished glow over the room as it's buzzing with conversations and the clinking of glasses. You stand beside your father, perfectly poised, playing the part of the dutiful daughter.
This night isnât about youâitâs about him. Every charming smile, every polite nod you give is an extension of the image he wants to project: a perfect family, a perfect father. But you know the truth.
As you watch your father work the room, shaking hands and making connections, you know your role is to boost his imageânot because he cares about you, but because you are part of his political strategy. Still, this is your chance to prove yourself, to show him you can be the daughter he wants, even if the real connection is long gone.
Then, out of the corner of your eye, you see Seungmin and his brother-in-law approaching. Your heart skips a beat, but you hurriedly calm yourself down, knowing this isnât the time for emotionsâitâs the time for control.
Seungmin and his brother-in-law stop in front of you and your father. Seungminâs gaze briefly meets yours for a second, and despite the public setting, the intensity of that look sends a small thrill through you.
âGood evening,â Seungminâs brother-in-law says politely and formally. âWeâre here representing our father tonight, and he sends his regards.â
Your father, ever the politician, gives a thin, practiced smile. âAh, yes, itâs unfortunate he couldnât attend himself. I suppose running a campaign must keep him quite busy.â
Thereâs a subtle edge to his words, a slight sneer that isnât lost on you or anyone, but fortunately, Seungmin and his brother-in-law remain composed, not rising to the bait.
âOf course,â Seungmin replies calmly. âHeâs doing everything he can for the campaign.â
Your fatherâs gaze shifts to Seungmin, sizing him up before his eyes narrow in curiosity. "Seungmin, isnât it? Iâve heard good things about you. Youâve been quite the asset to your fatherâs campaign, havenât you?â
âOh, please. Iâm just doing the best I can to help,â Seungmin humbly replies, perfectly nailing the model son role.
âItâs refreshing to see someone so dedicated to their familyâs success. We could all learn from that, couldnât we?â your father says, glancing at you, making it clear that his praise for Seungmin is a thinly veiled comparison.
You keep your composure, your smile unwavering, even as a knot of discomfort forms in your stomach. You entertain yourself with the thought that your father has no idea what is really going onâthat the very man he is praising is the one you are secretly seeing. The joke is on him.
âHave you met my daughter?" your father asks, gesturing toward you as if you havenât been standing there the whole time.
Seungmin turns to you, his expression steady, but his eyes flicker with something only you can recognize. He holds out his hand. âItâs a pleasure to meet you.â
âLikewise,â you reply, keeping your smile polite. You have to continue acting as if nothing has ever happened between you and him.
Hours pass as you mingle with other guests, but the pressure of keeping up appearances starts to weigh on you. Toward the end of the party, when most of the guests are distracted, you slip away, catching Seungminâs eye as you do. He follows discreetly, and soon you find yourselves in an isolated part of the building, the muffled sounds of the party still audible.
The moment he comes into sight, you let out a sigh of relief, allowing yourself to drop the mask youâve worn all night.
"I missed you," he whispers as he steps closer. Before you can respond, he presses his lips to yours, the kiss filled with longing and the tension that has been building up since your last secret meeting.
"I missed you too," you murmur between kisses.
In the dimly lit, secluded hallway, you and Seungmin find a rare moment of peace. His hands cup your face, his lips moving urgently against yours, pouring all the longing and frustration of the past few days into every kiss.
It is reckless, but being with him feels too good to resist. In fact, it feels so good that you almost forget the dark shadow that has been hanging over your mind. Almost.
"My mom found out about us," you blurt out after breaking the kiss.
Seungmin freezes, his lips barely an inch from yours, his brows furrowing as he processes what youâve just said. "Wait... what?"
âI guess we didnât fool the doorman,â you say with a heavy sigh as the gravity of the situation sinks in.
For a moment, Seungmin just stands there, panic rising in his chest. If your mom knows, it wonât be long before both of your families find out, and he knows exactly what that would mean for both of youâand for his fatherâs campaign.
âSo... you told her the truth?â he asks, focusing on the possibility that your mom might indirectly support this relationship.
âObviously, I didnât want to risk everything with my family for some fling that wasnât going to last,â you reply meekly.
Seungmin blinks, then his lips curl into a teasing smile. "Oh, so it isnât just some fling?â
âSeungmin, Iâm serious!" you whine in frustration, giving him a playful slap on the chest.
"You canât keep sneaking into the hotel anymore. Itâs too risky, and if my father finds out...â You canât even finish your sentence without feeling sick to your stomach.
Seungminâs smile fades as he realizes the danger you are both in. It feels as if the walls are closing in on both sides, and it wonât be long before someone else notices the two of you together. His mind races, trying to think of a solution, somewhere you can be together without the prying eyes of your families.
Just as he opens his mouth to say something, a voice interrupts, and both of you stiffen.
âSeungmin?â
His brother-in-law is standing a few feet away, his eyes narrowing as he glances between the two of you, catching sight of Seungminâs hand still holding yours.
None of you speak, and in that moment, it feels like the quiet before a storm about to break.
-
Seungminâs brother-in-law has always been sharp, and tonight is no exception. As you and Seungmin slipped out of the party, thinking you were being discreet, he spotted the two of you. From the moment you met, he sensed something was already there. He observed further, noticing the sneaky glances, the looks that said more than words, and the way you interacted with each other. He must admit, both of you are poor actors.
When his brother-in-law corners the two of you in the hallway, Seungmin braces himself, expecting him to spill everything to his father immediately, knowing what he could gain from it.
âWhy arenât you saying anything?â Seungmin asks, suspicion creeping in. He knows his brother-in-law has always been loyal to the family, especially to his father, so this calm, nonchalant reaction doesnât add up.
Instead, his brother-in-law glances between you both with a knowing smile and says, "You two are playing a dangerous game, but you know what? I wonât stand in your way."
That doesn't make Seungmin relax. If anything, the words make him more cautious. "And whyâs that? Why are you suddenly on my side?â
âSeungmin, I already think of you like my own brother,â his brother-in-law replies simply, with enough sincerity to convince anyone who hears him. âI want you to be happy."
Seungmin remains quiet for a moment, still wary, but realizing he has little choice. Whatever his brother-in-lawâs motives are, this is the only lifeline he has right now.
âSo, whatâs the plan?â Seungmin finally asks, keeping his voice steady.
âI have a boat. Itâs docked not far from here. No one checks it, no one comes by." His brother-in-law reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small set of keys, handing them to Seungmin. "You two can stay there, alone, as long as you need."
Seungminâs gaze flicks from the keys to his brother-in-lawâs face, still unsure if he can fully trust him. But this is the best option you both have right now. He decides to take a leap of faith and takes the keys from him.
"It's docked on the west side, slip twenty-three," his brother-in-law informs him. Before Seungmin can say anything else, he adds, âOh, you may want to check the first aid kit on the boat.â
Seungminâs eyebrows knit in confusion. âWhat for?â
His brother-in-law puts on a mischievous grin. âLetâs just say youâll find some essentials in there."
Seungminâs suspicion deepens, but he doesnât question it further. Maybe his brother-in-law is being sincere, so Seungmin stops overthinking it. On a more important note, you both need a place to hide, and this is as good as itâs going to get. He glances over at you, and with a silent agreement, you both know you have to take this opportunity, no matter the risks.
âThanks,â Seungmin mutters, cautious but grateful. âI appreciate it.â
His brother-in-law pats him on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring nod. âJust be careful,â he says.
With that, you and Seungmin slip away into the night, heading toward the boat where, for at least one night, you can finally be alone.
-
The boat is bigger than you thought it would be, bobbing gently in the moonlit water. As you step onto the deck, you feel a sense of freedom, as if, for once, the outside world canât reach you. You settle into the small but comfortable space, the tension between you fading into something softer, more tender.
When itâs just the two of you, you can finally let your guard down and be your authentic self. You walk up to him and slip into his arms for a warm embrace.
"It's just you and me now," you say, resting your forehead against him.
"Just you and me," he repeats, gently tilting your head with his hand on your chin, and places the gentlest kiss, treating you like a fragile piece of art.
Seungmin leads you through the cabin, the scent of saltwater and wood lingering in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of the sea breeze drifting in from the open hatch.
âThis is nice,â you comment, running your fingers along the edge of a worn leather couch. âBut do you think your brother-in-law keeps any food around? Iâm starving.â
He lets out a soft chuckle and makes his way to the small kitchenette, opening the fridge with a creak. âLooks like frozen pizza is on the menu,â he says, pulling out the pack and showing it to you.
As Seungmin prepares the frozen pizza and tosses it into the microwave, you head to the bedroom to find something comfortable to wear. In the bathroom, you find a soft bathrobe neatly folded on the top shelf. Without a second thought, you change out of your dress and into the robe. As you tie the belt around your waist, you sigh in relief, feeling a great sense of comfort.
By the time you return, Seungmin is plating the pizza, the smell filling the small cabin. He has also found a bottle of champagne in the cabinet, the label a little worn and the drink lukewarm. Both of you eat in comfortable silence, exchanging small smiles between bites, enjoying this rare moment of normalcy.
When the food is all gone, you lean back in your seat with a contented sigh. The dinner is simple, yet it feels more special than any youâve had before.
Being the neat person he is, Seungmin wastes no time cleaning up after dinner.
âYou can clean up later,â you tell him, sipping your warm champagne.
âThereâs not much to clean anyway,â he replies, taking the dirty plates back into the cabin.
Remembering what Seungminâs brother-in-law said before you left, you decide to go on a little hunt for the first-aid kit he mentioned and see whatâs inside. It doesnât take long to find it tucked away in one of the cabinets in the control room. As you open it, you blink in surprise.
âWell, wellâŠâ you murmur, pulling out a small Ziploc bag among the usual bandages and ointments.
Seungmin raises an eyebrow when you bring it over and show him. He shakes his head, already deciding itâs a bad idea.
You shrug, holding the pack out to him with a playful smile. âWhy not? Letâs live a little.â
âWe shouldnât even be touching his things,â he says, leaning back on the sun lounger.
âWhat are you talking about? Weâve just eaten his frozen pizza and drunk his champagne,â you remind him, settling onto his lap.
âI can buy those things back for him,â he replies, folding his hands behind his head.
âBut he mentioned it, so that means heâs fine with it, right?â
He shakes his head, eyes closed, unwilling to hear more persuasion.
âCome on,â you urge, taking a rolled blunt out of the bag and rolling it between your fingers. âJust one. Itâs a special night, isnât it?â
He opens his eyes and finds himself unable to resist you when you smile so sweetly. He reaches for the blunt.
âAlright, fine," he gives in, "but just one.â
You light it and take a slow drag, letting the smoke curl lazily into the air before handing it over to him. His fingers brush against yours as he inhales, and you watch as his shoulders visibly relax.
The two of you take turns smoking, the night enveloping you in a peaceful cocoon. The quiet of the water, the gentle sway of the boat, and the faint glow of stars above make everything feel far away, as if the world and its complications couldnât touch you here.
âI could get used to this,â you softly mutter, your voice barely louder than a whisper as you nuzzle into Seungminâs side, sharing the sun lounger with him, the blunt hanging loosely between your fingers.
Seungmin exhales long and slow, his arm coming around your shoulders to pull you close. âYeah, me too.â
The smoke, the sea, and the quiet lull you into a different kind of peaceâan escape from everything, if only for tonight.
With one last drag, you finish the rest of the blunt yourself. You rest your head on Seungminâs shoulder, your hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath. For once, you donât feel like youâre running away from something.
âI wish it could always be like this,â you murmur, more to yourself than to him. âI feel happiest when itâs just us, alone like this.â
Seungmin shifts slightly, his arm tightening around you as if he wants to hold onto this moment forever. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, and your heart flutters in response. He doesnât say anything at first, just holds you closer, and you wonder if he feels the same wayâthat the world outside seems so distant when itâs just the two of you.
âI feel it too,â he finally says. âWhen itâs just us⊠it feels like everything makes sense. Like weâre the only two people in the world that matter.â
His words make your heart ache with a bittersweet warmth. In a moment like this, itâs easy to forget about the chaos waiting for you back home.
Here, itâs just you and him.
You stare at him, your faces merely inches apart. The moonlight casts a soft glow across his features, and God, heâs just so beautiful. His eyes meet yours, and the longer you look into them, the more you see the depth of his feelings. Thereâs something tender, something vulnerableâyouâve never seen him look at you like this before.
Seungmin swallows, his Adamâs apple bobbing as if heâs gathering courage. Then, in a soft yet steady voice, he says, âI love you.â
The words hang in the air, suspended between you, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe. Heâs never said it before, and hearing those words now, spoken under the starry sky with the waves lapping gently against the boat, it feels⊠magical.
âI love you,â he repeats, his voice more certain this time, his eyes steady on yours. âI donât care about the rest of itâour families, the politics, all of it. I love you."
Tears well up in your eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming joy of hearing him say those words. You feel the sincerity in them, the weight of what it means for him to admit it, to declare it, despite everything.
You reach for him, cupping his face in your hands. Using your thumb, you softly rub his cheek. âI love you too, Seungmin, and I think Iâve loved you for longer than I can admit," your voice breaking as you try to hold back your emotions.
Seungmin leans in, closing the small distance between you, and kisses you softly, slowly, as if savoring the moment. His lips are warm against yours, and in that kiss, you feel everything: his love, his promise, his fear, and his hope.
-
It's the wine, the blunt, the sense of freedom you're feeling at the moment, and the way you keep replaying the moment Seungmin said those three words in the back of your mindâall of those things make you high, so high that you believe you're on the way to cloud nine.
As you sit straddling him, looking down at him, you feel more attracted to him than ever. It's his beautiful face, his short dark hair that complements his features well, how the white shirt he's wearing accentuates the breadth of his shoulders, and the rolled sleeves exposing the evident veins on his arms. Oh, he's just so fucking hot.
You prop your hands on each side of his head and look into the two orbs of his eyes. He remains unfazed by the intensity of your stare, but he would be stupid not to see the want in your eyes.
Unable to help yourself anymore, you lean in and kiss him, and it feels so good when he kisses you back, responding to your desires. But the kiss is just one of many; you want more, you need more.
As your lips are locked in a rapturous kiss, you take his hand and put it around your neck; his touch feels hot against your skin. To allow him more access, you untie your bathrobe and let it fall, pooling around your waist, exposing your bare chest to him.
Seungmin slowly rises from his seat, wrapping his arms around you without breaking the kiss. You whine when he finally detaches his lips and moan when he places them on your neck next.
"Seungmin," you seductively mewl his name as he nibbles on your ear, your head spinning when he sucks on the sensitive skin.
Your heart is pounding in anticipation of what he's going to do next. You look down and find him gazing at you through his lashes as he drags his lips down your chest. His hands are also making their way to the front when, all of a sudden, he does the unexpected.
Seungmin pulls your bathrobe back on you, tying the belt around your waist with his hand. You look at him in slight shock and disbelief; it's a moment later that you're finally able to speak again.
"Why not?" you ask, blinking at him.
"Not here," he simply says, endearingly tucking your hair behind your ear and then kissing your cheek.
What he does would usually make your heart flutter, but you feel bitter from his indirect rejection of your want. "Yeah but why not?"
"Because it's indecent," he innocently answers.
You scoff because back in the hotel room, Seungmin wasnât shy about doing indecent thingsâsome of which are far more than just indecent.
"Why? We're on a boat, we're alone, we're under a starry sky... it's romantic," you point out why doing it here would make for a special occasion.
He takes your hands and looks at you. "Then let's get inside."
"No," you flatly refuse with a pout.
"Come on," he says, shaking your hands to get your attention. Unsuccessful, he leans in and kisses your jaw before bringing his mouth close to your ear.
"I know another way to make you see stars," he whispers in a low, sultry voice.
Ugh! You hate how easily he cracks through your defenses. You smile at him and nod, allowing him to lead the way to the cabin, through the small living room, and finally into the cramped bedroom.
He grabs you by the waist and steers you to the bed, laying you down gently. He doesnât hesitate to come on top of you, hovering above you as he captures your lips in a hard, deep kiss that consumes you whole.
Your hands refuse to remain idle; you pop every button on his shirt without looking, and when youâre done, you part it open, impatiently placing your hands on his body, trailing the outline of his abs with your fingertips.
Seungmin lets go of the kiss to take a breather, helping you with the shirt, shaking it off his shoulders, and tossing it aside. But the task is not done there; you loop your finger around the belt loop on his slacks and pull him close.
The head of his belt clinks as you take it off and hastily tear open the zipper. Without wasting a second, you pull his slacks down until they pool around his ankles.
"Oh, la la," you exclaim delightedly, biting your lips at the sight of him standing gloriously naked before you.
"Are you going to do something about it?" he asks, his voice heavy with assertiveness, hinting that he demands you to.
"Uhm... not sure," you coyly say, slowly wrapping your hand around his length and stroking it as it gradually hardens in your palm.
You land a few licks under the tip and around the length, and when youâre ready, you take him into your mouth, compensating the rest with your hand. He feels hot, hard, and veiny, slipping in and out of your mouth while you maintain eye contact with him.
Seungmin grips your shoulder, his nails faintly digging into your flesh, but heâs aware that it might hurt you, so he tangles his fingers in your hair, tugging at it when pleasure overwhelms him.
"Stop!" he gently says, though his voice remains assertive.
You slowly pull away with a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. He runs his thumb over your lips, separating them before shoving it into your mouth, and you gladly suck on it.
There's a loud pop when Seungmin takes his thumb out, and with his hand on your chest, he pushes you onto the bed, sending you lying back down. He parts your legs and kneels on the floor, wanting to return the favor to you.
All the times he has pleased you with his mouth, heâs done a wonderful job, so you lay on your back and close your eyes, knowing youâre in for a treat.
The kisses he places on your inner thighs are electrifying; his lips are soft as they land on your clit, and his tongue feels hot as he licks a long stripe down your folds. He uses two fingers on each side to pull your folds apart, diving in and drowning himself in you.
"Oh..." you moan as his tongue teases your entrance.
Every kiss, every lick, every place his tongue explores, and every gentle pressure he applies to your clitâSeungmin calculates everything to give you the utmost pleasure. But tonight, he isnât being generous; he stops just when it starts to feel so good.
You almost groan in frustration, but before it can escape your mouth, he catches your lips in a hungry kiss, making you forget your complaints, your ability to speak, and your whereabouts, but not your wants.
You part your legs wider to welcome him, seeking that closeness, wanting his delicious cock as close as possible to where you want him the most.
"If you donât put it in, I think Iâll die," you dramatically mutter against his lips.
Seungmin lets out a chuckle and kisses you again. "I want that embroidered on a pillow."
The feeling of your needs finally metâoh, thereâs nothing like it. When it comes to Seungmin, though, youâre not sure youâll ever be satisfied; you keep wanting more.
More of those hard kisses on your lips, more of those hands kneading your breasts and gripping your legs, more of those moans slipping from his mouth into yours, more of his cock slipping in and out of you, more of those hard, shallow thrusts making your eyes roll backâmore and more and more...
He isnât lying when he says he knows another way to make you see stars. As you hit your high and your eyes screw shut, you see nothing but stars.
Seungmin comes not long after, collapsing on top of you. His lips immediately search for yours, kissing you with such haste when they find you.
When you finally pull apart, you both lay there in the silence of the night, wrapped in each other and the warmth of this tender moment. The world outside feels far away, and for now, this is enoughâjust the two of you, tangled in each other, both of your heads full of stars.
-
Things are going well. Your relationship with Seungmin remains a secret, and the results of the pre-vote are out, revealing that your father is leading the race by an 8% margin. Everyone is happy, all is wellâbut you have this nagging feeling in your chest that things wonât stay like this for long. You hope it's for the better, and God, you hope that's true.
To celebrate your father leading in the pre-vote, your family holds a brunch this afternoon. Being invited to this is a significant step toward winning your way back into the family. Your little sister has taken your hand under the table, squeezing it as a sign of solidarity. She hasnât said it out loud, but you can feel that sheâs happy to have you here, part of the family again, even if only for a moment.
However, as the minutes tick by and your father doesnât appear, a gnawing feeling settles in your chest. You try to brush it off, focusing on how far youâve come. After all, youâre here, included, proving that you can still be the daughter your family wants you to be.
Then your mother calls you and asks you to follow her to your fatherâs study. She makes you sit on the leather sofa in anticipation. Her expression is soft, but thereâs something behind her eyes that makes your stomach churn, and you know something is wrong before she even speaks.
âWhen was the last time you saw him?â she asks, her voice quiet but direct.
Your mind flashes back to that night with Seungmin on the boat. You havenât told anyone, and as far as you know, no one has seen you. But your motherâs gaze is sharp, and sheâll know if you lie.
âI⊠I went on a boat with Seungmin,â you admit meekly, your voice small and low. âBut we were discreet. I swear, no one saw us.â
Your mother lets out a heavy sigh, her hand going to the nape of her neck as she massages it lightly. She doesnât say anything but takes out her phone from her tweed jacket, tapping the screen a few times before handing it to you. Your eyes widen as you look at the screen, the shock hitting you like a punch to the gut.
There on the screen are photosâcompromising photos. Some show you smoking; others are more intimate, even naked. You feel the blood drain from your face. These are pictures from that night on Seungminâs brother-in-lawâs boat, now plastered across the internet.
âMomâŠâ you stammer, trying to make sense of it. âThere was no one there except us. This canât be happening. It wasnât Seungmin⊠it couldnât be.â
âIâm afraid you werenât as discreet as you thought,â your mother says, her expression composed but with a grave undertone. âYour father found out about the relationship. Heâs furious, and this⊠this could ruin everything for him.â
You feel faint and hurriedly lean against the table to steady yourself. âNo⊠no, it canât be. Seungmin would neverââ
The idea of Seungmin betraying you is unthinkable, but the pictures donât lie. Someone had been there, someone had taken them, and now your life is spiraling out of control.
âI donât believe itâs him,â you insist, shaking your head in denial. âSeungmin wouldnât do this to me. He cares about me.â
âThink about whatâs best for you,â your mother says, her voice rising slightly as she struggles to keep her composure. âWhether itâs Seungmin or his family behind this, we canât take any more risks. You need to stay away from him, at least until I can figure out whatâs really going on.â
Your heart aches, torn between your love for Seungmin and the loyalty youâre still trying to prove to your family.
âIâm sending you back to your hotel,â she says in a tone that leaves no room for argument. âAnd youâre not to leave until I say itâs safe. Your father is already angry enough, and we canât afford any more mistakes.â
Before you can protest, she leaves, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving you standing in the middle of the room. You want to believe in Seungmin, but now doubts plague your mind. A question gnaws at you: Is your love for Seungmin worth risking everything you have left?
-
The car ride back to the hotel is a blur of tears and shattered trust. Your chest feels heavy, the weight of betrayal pressing down on you, suffocating you.
The man you trusted, the one who held you close, is part of the very family responsible for leaking those photos. Whether Seungmin is directly involved or not doesnât matter anymoreâhis family is, and thatâs enough for you to push him away.
The car pulls up to the curb, and the doorman is there instantly, opening the door and offering his hand to help you out. You feel faint, your legs trembling from the emotions raging inside, but you force yourself to stand, to walk, and to keep your head up if you can.
Just as you step onto the pavement, a familiar hand grabs your arm. You stop in your tracks, your heart aching in your chest.
Seungmin. Heâs there, his eyes wide with worry, as if he hadnât expected to see you like this. And oh, the sight of him, the man you thought you could trust, brings everything crashing down.
Without thinking, you rush at him, your fists pounding against his chest in a fit of anger and betrayal.
âHow could you?!â you scream through your tears, each punch that lands fueled by the pain inside. âHow could you let them do this to me?!â
Seungmin doesnât fight back. He just stands there, letting you hit him, his face filled with shock and pain as he tries to reach for you, to explain.
âIt wasnât me,â he tries to say, but the words are lost in the chaos of your emotions. âYou know Iâd neverââ
âStop lying!â you shout, cutting him off.
Your emotions hit their boiling point, the pain overwhelming you. âYou expect me to believe you didnât know? That this wasnât some way to tear me apart?â
His eyes widen in disbelief, his hands reaching for you, but you slap them away. âI donât know whoâs doing this, but I would never let anyone hurt you like this. You have to believe me!â
âBelieve you? After everything thatâs happened? Iâve been humiliated, and you come here pretending like you had nothing to do with it?â Your voice rises with every word, and youâre too far gone, too hurt.
He tries again, stepping closer, but you shove him hard enough that he staggers backward. âI canât even look at you right now. Get out! Get the fuck out of my face!â you scream, tears streaming down your cheeks.
Seeing you like this is painful for him, but not as painful as knowing he caused this. His hands tremble as he tries one last time to reach for you. âPlease, donât do thisâletâs talkââ
Drawn by the commotion, hotel security steps in between you and him, blocking him from approaching you.
âSir, you need to leave,â one of them says, placing a firm hand on Seungminâs shoulder.
âWait! Just let me talk to her!â He tries to push past them, but they hold him back, stronger.
Itâs too late. Youâve already turned away, not even sparing him a last glance. He canât bear the thought of being the cause of all this.
As the door of your hotel room clicks shut behind you, the silence fills the room, and everything comes crashing down again. This time, you donât have anything left to fight with, so you let the pain and heartbreak consume you, sinking to the floor as tears flood your eyes.
It hits you nowâyouâve pushed away the one person you thought you could trust, but everything feels broken beyond repair. It feels like youâre losing everything: your family, your trust, and the man you thought was different.
Leaning against the closed door that seals you off from the outside world, you wonder if thereâs anything left to hold on to.
-
The more Seungmin thinks about it, the more certain he becomes that there is only one person who could have leaked the photosâsomeone who knew about the boat, someone involved. His brother-in-law.
He doesnât waste any more time. He grabs his car keys and drives straight to his brother-in-lawâs place. A storm rages in his chest, anger mixed with dread, his head full of accusations and possible answers.
When he arrives, he skips the courtesies and storms inside. He finds his brother-in-law leaning against the kitchen counter, looking surprised but not startled to see him.
âSeungmin? Whatâs going on?â he casually asks.
Seungmin doesnât stop until heâs standing right in front of him, glaring into his eyes, refusing to be fooled again.
âYou know damn well whatâs going on. Youâre the only one who knew about the boat, the only one who couldâve tipped off the paparazzi. Tell me the truth!" He slams his hand on the counter, causing a spoon resting on the edge of a bowl to clatter. "Did you leak those photos?â
His brother-in-lawâs face tenses, the calm façade slipping, replaced by panic. âLook, Seungmin, before you go offââ
âJust answer me!â Seungmin urges, his voice cracking with anger. He canât bear the thought that someone so close to himâsomeone he thought of as a brotherâhas betrayed him like this.
After an intense silence, his brother-in-law sighs and rubs his forehead. âFine. Yes, I hired the paparazzi.â
Deep down, Seungmin knew this would be the answer, but it doesnât stop the anger and betrayal surging through him. His hands ball into fists at his sides, his body shaking from holding back violence.
âYou set us up? Why?â
His brother-in-law looks at him and licks his lips before answering, âIt wasnât just me, alright? I had permissionâpermission from your father.â
Seungmin could understand his brother-in-lawâs motive: he wants to get on his fatherâs good side, to be acknowledged and approved. But his father? His own father, whom Seungmin respects and admires, someone he has helped campaign for because he believes in him?
âMy father? He knew? He approved this?â Seungmin stammers, struggling to comprehend it.
âYour fatherâs been watching you, Seungmin. He knows about your little affair with her, and heâs not happy. So yeah, he gave the go-ahead. The idea was to expose her, make her the problem,â his brother-in-law explains, and as if he couldnât say anything more stupid, he adds, âItâs nothing personal, just politics.â
Seungmin knocks everything off the tableâplates, glass, spoonâall clattering to the floor. âYou ruined her life for politics!" he shouts, hoping itâll knock some sense into his brother-in-lawâs crooked mind.
âYou know how this works, Seungmin,â his brother-in-law says calmly, still leaning against the counter. âYour father is just trying to protect you.â
âProtect me? By destroying her? By ruining her reputation?â Seungminâs jaw clenches as he fists his hands so hard his knuckles turn white.
âSheâs not innocent in all of this, and you know you shouldnât have gotten involved with her in the first place,â his brother-in-law says, his gaze piercing.
Itâs betrayal upon betrayal. Seungminâs mind is still struggling to process the fact that his father orchestrated the entire thing, using his brother-in-law to tear them apart.
Without another word, Seungmin storms out, but his brother-in-law daringly runs his mouth once more, âYouâll thank me later, Seungmin. Trust me.â
But Seungmin isnât listening. His mind is busy planning what to do nextâhow to fix this, how to make things right. His number one priority is not letting his family ruin your life any further.
-
Seungmin storms into his fatherâs office, despite his father clearly being in the middle of an interview. His father hurriedly signals his secretary to escort the interviewer out of the room, knowing Seungmin is barely containing his anger.
The man behind the desk doesnât flinch, already knowing why his son is there. Heâs always composed and in control, but today, Seungmin isnât going to let him keep that control.
âYou set me up,â Seungmin spits, his voice sharp with betrayal. His father looks up, surprised but not shaken. âYou used your own son to destroy her, to ruin her life, just because of some political rivalry?â
His father leans back in his chair, calmly putting his hands together in front of him. âItâs not about you, Seungmin. Itâs about our familyâs legacy. You were distracted, involved with the wrong person. I had to make sure you stayed focused on what really matters.â
âWhat really matters?â Seungminâs voice shakes with disbelief and anger. âWhat really matters is that you took someone I care about and humiliated her! For what? Your campaign?â
âThat girl was trouble,â his father remarks coldly. âSheâs from a family that stands against everything weâre trying to build. You should have known better.â
âI donât care about the politics!â Seungmin shouts, stepping closer to his fatherâs desk, unafraid for the first time of going against his fatherâs principles. âI care about her, and youâyou ruined her for your own gain.â
His father stands, towering over the desk and staring intensely into his eyes. âYou think you can just walk away from this? From your family? Weâve sacrificed everything for you, Seungmin. Youâre going to be a part of this, whether you like it or not.â
âNo, Iâm not. Iâm done with all of this. Iâll never be a part of this family again,â Seungmin says, shaking his head, done being a pawn in his fatherâs political games.
His fatherâs eyes darken, and a cold smirk rises at the corner of his lips. âYou think this is all about one girl?â he scoffs.
âYouâre naĂŻve, Seungmin. You havenât been in this world long enough to understand how power works. Sacrifices have to be made. And if you walk away from this family, from me, thereâs more where that came from.â
Seungminâs chest tightens with disbelief. âWhat do you mean by that?â
His father leans forward, his voice low and dangerous. âYou think those were the only photos? Thereâs more from her past. I have them, and if you walk away nowâif you so much as think about turning your back on this familyâI will release every last one. She wonât have a life left to salvage.â
His father pulls open a drawer and takes out a file, showing Seungmin the photos heâs been keeping as a weapon. âBut if you stayâif you fall in line and keep your head down until the election is overâIâll make sure they disappear.â
Seungmin is hit with another wave of betrayal. His father had planned this all along, dangling her reputation as leverage over him. He expected manipulation, but this? This was beyond anything he could have imagined.
âYouâre willing to destroy everything just for power?â
His father doesnât flinch. âItâs not about power, Seungmin. Itâs about winning. And I have won.â
-
TEN DAYS LATER.
The election is over, and his father has indeed won, but to Seungmin, it means he has nothing left to lose.
The man in front of him has torn apart the one thing that means the most to him, and for what? A title? A seat in the governorâs office?
As everyone gathers around his father, congratulating him and celebrating his victory, Seungmin can't help but wonder: does his father feel the slightest bit of disgust for what he did to achieve this win? Seungmin certainly does. He can't look at his father the same way anymore and he refuses being related to him apart from sharing the same DNA.
Seungmin makes his way toward his father, and when he's close enough, he extends his hand. His father doesn't hesitate and grips it, shaking it with a triumphant smile plastered across his face.
"Are you happy now?" Seungmin asks calmly.
"Well, I've won," his father replies with a sickening smirk.
Thereâs not a hint of remorse on his face for what he did to his own son, which only convinces Seungmin further that he wants no part of this anymore.
"But you've lost your son," Seungmin boldly remarks, each word carrying a finality his father canât ignore.
Without waiting for his fatherâs reply, Seungmin turns on his heel and walks awayâfrom his father, his family, everything. He leaves the office behind, as if itâs already become a distant memory.
There's only one thing left to do now.
He drives straight to your fatherâs campaign headquarters because he doesn't know where else to start. Your family is the only one who knows where you are, and although he doubts any of them would tell him, he canâtâhe mustn'tâgive up.
When he arrives, the place is busy with activity, but it offers a different kind of atmosphere compared to his fatherâs headquarters. He balls his hands into fists in determination and enters the building without hesitation.
"Apologies, sir, but the headquarters is strictly for staff only tonight," a security guard blocks him from stepping inside.
"I need to talk to someone in there," Seungmin says, hoping the guard will understand and let him through.
"Unless youâve already made an appointment, we can't let you in, sir," the guard says firmly, crossing his arms and standing in front of the doorway.
Reluctantly, Seungmin steps back, trying to come up with a new plan. He considers waiting outside until one of your family members leaves. Itâs a flawed idea, but itâs the best one he has.
Then, as if by divine intervention, your younger sister appears at the reception desk. Seungmin takes a step closer to the entrance, ignoring the guard, and does everything he can to catch her attention, even calling her by her full name.
She looks over her shoulder and, upon seeing him, her expression turns cold and defensive. She never trusted him, and Seungmin doesnât blame her. Still, heâs desperate, and this might be his only chance to find you.
âI need to know where she is,â Seungmin says, his voice steady but pleading. âI need to see her before itâs too late.â
Your sister crosses her arms, scrutinizing him. "Why should I help you? After everything thatâs happened, why should I trust you?"
His throat tightens, but he meets her gaze with unwavering sincerity. âBecause I love her. I had no part in what my father did. Iâd give up everything to be with her. I already have.â
Thereâs a long pause as your sisterâs expression shifts, her defenses slowly lowering. Perhaps she sees the earnestness in his eyes, the depth of his regret, and his determination.
She turns to the receptionist, writes something down on a piece of paper, and hands it to him. âIf you break her heart again, I swear to God...â she mutters, leaving the threat unfinished.
Seungminâs heart leaps. Heâs just met her, but she already feels more like family than his own ever has. âThank you," he says, his voice full of gratitude.
âSheâs leaving the country tomorrow, so youâd better hurry,â she adds, turning away before he can say anything more.
Every second becomes precious as his heart pounds with a new sense of urgency. This is it. He wonât lose youânot to his father, not to the mess his family has created. This time, nothing will stop him.
-
The country house is quiet, almost too quiet. The only sounds are the soft rustling of the trees outside and the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards beneath your feet. The room is stifling, but itâs your thoughts that press down on you the most. You fold another shirt and tuck it into your suitcase, packing for tomorrow, planning to leave nothing behind.
It was a mistake to come back here, and you know it now. This city was once a refuge; now, it feels like a prison, a place to hide. Youâve become a liability to your family, and your father made that painfully clear when he sent you here. You were told to stay quiet, remain hidden, and leave without a trace in the morning.
Thereâs no future for you here anyway.
Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you zip up the suitcase. You canât take any more of thisâfeeling like a pawn in a game that was never yours to play. Leaving is the only choice left. Itâs for the best, even if it means abandoning everything youâve ever known. Itâs not an easy decision, but you force yourself to push through it.
Then, suddenly, thereâs a knock on the door, breaking the stillness of the night.
Your heart leaps, and for a moment, you freeze. You remember your fatherâs warnings: Never open the door. No one is to know youâre here. Stay hidden. You take a step back, away from the door.
Another knock comes, this time more urgent.
You remain still, holding your breath, praying that whoever it is will go away. But then you hear a voiceâhis voice.
âPlease... itâs me, Seungmin.â
Your heart races at the sound of his voice, familiar and full of emotion. You badly want to rush to the door, to throw it open and fall into his arms, but the alarm bells in your head ring louder. You canât. You shouldnât.
âI know youâre in there,â Seungmin says, his voice breaking between words. âIâve been looking for you everywhere. Please... just let me in.â
You clench your fists, torn between what you know is right and the ache in your chest. You stay quiet, pressing your back against the door, fighting the overwhelming urge to respond.
"I had to find you," Seungmin continues, his voice softer now, almost desperate. âI couldnât let you leave without seeing you. I canât lose youânot after everything weâve been through.â
Tears well in your eyes as you lean your forehead against the door, trying to keep your emotions in check. You *shouldnât* let him in. This is a mistakeâall of itâbut hearing him on the other side, so close yet out of reach, is tearing you apart.
âI just want to be with you," Seungmin whispers. "I love you.â
The words break something inside you, and before you realize what youâre doing, your hand is on the doorknob. Torn between fear and love, you know you shouldnât open the door, but your heart is aching for him. No matter how hard you try, you canât ignore the pull you feel toward him.
âPlease, donât shut me out," he mutters, his voice thick with hopelessness.
Your walls crumble almost immediately and with shaking hands, you unlock the door and pull it open, revealing Seungmin standing there, his face full of worry and relief. His eyes soften the moment they meet yours. Without a word, he steps forward and takes you into his arms.
He holds you tightly, his warmth familiar and comforting. He feels like home. Finally, you let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding.
Seungmin buries his face in your hair, whispering, âIâm here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
You pull back just enough to look up at him, your eyes searching his. In that moment, without thinking, you lean in and press your lips to hisâa kiss full of longing and everything youâve been holding back for so long.
In the quiet of that night, with the stars shining through the open window and the future uncertain, you know that, despite everything, being with him is the only thing that makes sense.
-
The soft glow of moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a delicate sheen across the room. Your naked bodies are entwined beneath the sheets, the warmth of the moment lingering between you.
Seungmin hovers above you, his chest rising and falling as he gently caresses your face, his fingertips tracing the outline of your cheek like you are something sacred. His gaze is intense but tender, as if memorizing every part of you, still unable to believe you are really here in his arms.
His touch is soft, but the weight of the emotions between you is palpable. You can feel it in the way his fingers brush over your skin. He hasnât said much, but his eyes tell everythingârelief, love, fear of what could have been if he had lost you for good.
âI almost lost you,â he murmurs, his thumb grazing your lips. You lean into his touch, savoring the feeling of being so close, so connected. âI donât ever want to feel that again.â
You gaze up at him, your heart aching with affection. Here, in this moment, it is just you and him, and nothing else matters.
Seungmin lowers his head to place a soft kiss on your forehead, then your lips, as if sealing some unspoken promise between the two of you.
âLetâs go somewhere,â his lips brush against yours with every word. âLet's start over, somewhere far away from all of this.â
The invitation comes so suddenly that you donât know how to react. You blink up at him, feeling a mix of emotionsâhope, love, but also fear. You love him deeply, more than you thought was possible, but you donât want him to lose everything for you the way you have for him.
âSeungminâŠâ you whisper, your voice barely audible as your hand comes up to cup his face. âAre you sure? I donât want you to lose your family, not like I did.â
âIâm sure,â he says firmly, his voice filled with conviction. âThis, us, itâs what I want. I want to leave all of this behind and just be with you.â
A tear rolls down your cheek as you stare into his eyes, seeing the truth in his words, the earnestness of his intentions. While it makes you indescribably happy, it also breaks your heart a little. He is giving up everythingâhis family, his place in their worldâjust to be with you. You love him more for it, but it's also a heavy burden to bear.
âYou really mean that?â you ask, your voice trembling with emotion.
Seungmin nods, his forehead pressing gently against yours. âYes. This is what I want.â
It feels like the world has finally shifted, like things are starting to fall into place. Even though the future is still uncertain, you believe in him, in the two of you together, and that's enough.
âI love you,â you whisper, pulling him down into a soft, lingering kiss. âAs long as weâre together, everythingâs going to be okay.â
He kisses you back, holding you tightly against him, and in that moment, everything becomes clear. This is not just a mere coincidence. This is fate. You and Seungmin, together, is fate.
-
The hum of the plane's engines is comforting, familiar, as you both settle into your seats, side by side.
The memory of that first flight togetherâthe stolen glances, the whispered conversationsâcomes rushing back, but this time it feels different. This is a new beginning, a chance to start over.
Seungmin glances over at you, a playful glint filling his warm brown eyes. He shifts in his seat, turning toward you just like he had the first time.
"Hi, Iâm Seungmin,â he softly says, offering his hand in mock formality, his smile full of warmth. âTraveling alone?â
You canât help but smile back, slipping your hand into his. âNice to meet you. And Iâm traveling with someone very special, actually.â
You both chuckle, the familiarity of the moment easing the tension of everything that came before. It's like stepping into a memory but with the promise of something better ahead.
Seungminâs eyes soften as he looks at you, and he leans in closer, his voice lowering.
âBusiness or pleasure?â you ask playfully, replaying the conversation that had sparked your connection all those months ago.
âNeither,â he answers, his voice gentle but certain. âIâm traveling for a happy ending.â
His words send a flutter through your chest, and you feel the warmth spread all the way to your fingertips. You look at him, your heart overflowing with emotion, knowing that this isnât just a flightâit is a leap into the unknown, into something new and full of possibility.
You squeeze his hand, feeling the familiar warmth of his skin against yours. âA happy ending,â you repeat with a smile.
As the plane begins to taxi down the runway, he intertwines his fingers with yours, holding on tightly, unwilling to let go. You both stare out the window, watching the world fall away beneath you, your hearts beating in sync.
And as the plane lifts off, climbing higher into the sky, you know that whatever the future holds, as long as you are together, everything will be okay.
The past is behind you now, and in this moment, with Seungmin by your side, the world feels wide open, full of hope and promise. Into a happy ending, you go.
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Tilda's circus act
Blitz doesn't move on muscle here.
The episode sets up alot of parallels in the ways Millie gets Blitz, and how she's comfort him in this episode.
She the one to give him back his mum's brooch.
She tries to pass on her own Mum's advice.
And is Millie give him a hug and holds his hand when he's upset. She set up to remind him of his mum in this episode.
But looks at what she does in their first fight/ interview process đ. All the knives and blades..
Blitz uses a very showy spin to dodge. And guides her knife into hitting the wood of the chair back.
He's extremely confident and comfortable doing this.
He uses somersaults to get more space when needed.
Like he's extremely used to putting on a show while doing so.
He uses simple disarms on Millie, the sort you sort you might have taught a child.
There's something about this imp lady throwing knives at him that's making Blitz smile through a majority of this fight.
Millie even uses Blitz as a support to do a wallwalk cartwheel out of his hold. And Blitz just lets her.
Till their both enjoying the sparring match. đ
When she grabs the darts Blitz reaction like it's expected.
And he's really happy about it.
He uses a back spring handstand into a flip to dodge the rest of them.
When he offers his hand; and she goes for another knife, he carefully keeps his stance and doesn't blink.
Like it's a lesson that got drilled into by someone he trusts, and always wanted to help out.
It was always interesting that Blitz and Barbie can fight using their Circus skills; but Fizz can't.
He's a juggler and acrobat, but can't fight for toffee.
Barbie Wire has the same easy way for dealing with knives in a fight.
I think it's really likely that Tilda's act was knife thrower and combate demonstrator.
As Millie says there's a lot imp assassins in Wrath. Might as well find a different use for those skills you're good at, and capitalise.
We know Cash's job was Ring Master, they don't normally do anything. Just announced the acts, and hype at the crowd. (Management never really dose alot do they lol).
We don't see who the knife thrower is at the circus, but lot of time is spent on the knife they throw.
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