#there's nothing holdin' me back

[iconsfinder]

[danceoftheday]

Performed by: Myles Munroe and Tessa Cunningham Munroe

Number: “There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back” 

Improvised by: Myles Munroe and Tessa Cunningham Munroe

Style: West Coast Swing

From: Floorplay Swing Vacation 2020

[reina0sin0corona]

[victorluvsalice]

Was looking through my Song Saturday tag again, spotted this song hanging out with no reblogs, and decided to bring it back! Though I have to say, I am slightly frustrated with said song after having listened to it again. Because while it is a good song, and I still enjoy it very much --

I want to make it Valicer, but the lyrics are pretty clearly about a woman inspiring the singer to shed his inhibitions and be more adventurous. Meaning I have pretty much no wiggle room to jam my OT3 in there. *grumbles* Which is annoying, since some of the lyrics really feel like they'd match Smiler helping Victor be less inhibited -- particularly the chorus (thank you Genius Lyrics):

Oh, I've been shaking I love it when you go crazy You take all my inhibitions Baby, there's nothin' holdin' me back You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothin' holdin' me back There's nothin' holdin' me back

...which, due to being sung directly TO the love interest, is in fact not gendered. Hmmm. So maybe Smiler can get those bits while Alice gets the main verses and pre-chorus stuff, and the bridge, quoted above in the original post, can be for all three of them. *shrug* Best I think I can do!

Shawn Mendes - There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back by ShawnMendesVEVO

Another one from the work radio! This one caught me thanks to the music – I couldn’t quite make out most of the lyrics while working, but I liked the cool beats. So eventually I managed to make out a couple of lines and googled the song.

And it turned out be a pretty awesome Valice song – specifically, Victor singing about Alice and her effect on his life. She does tend to encourage him to be less inhibited and more adventurous, after all! And I particularly like this bit near the end:

‘Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright 

It’s just – so them. :) They really are better together. The music video’s cute too – and it’s just the sort of thing I can see them doing together! So bonus. :)

[nitroish]

i am exhausted. he fell into one of those bodies of water that exist on the surface in sky's era

[twomanyfandomshelp]

Shuffled playlist tag game 🎶

Got tagged by @the-stars-are-ineffable, but I made a new post ‘cause it was getting pretty long.

Rules: you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your iTunes, Spotify, etc. on shuffle and list the first 10 songs. No skipping!

My music is kinda all over the place, so we’ll see how this goes.

1. Maroon by Taylor Swift

2. My Goodbye from Epic the Musical

3. It’s Goin’ Down from Descendants 2

4. Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi

5. Did I Mention from Descendants

6. From Now On from the Greatest Showman

7. Keep Your Friends Close from Epic the Musical

8. There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back by Shawn Mendes

9. Your Obedient Servant from Hamilton

10. Aftermath by Lauren Spencer Smith

How did over half of these end up being from a musical or movie musical? Oh well.

Tag time! Y’all know the drill, no pressure and let me know if you want the tag removed! @sushis-mylifeee @ivys-garden @thekingofworems @bippityboppityouch @kingofdandelions @aeolianmusic @sushi1056 @nyx-of-darkness-1620 @aaronofithaca05 @livelaughlovechai @ik-kudi-da-khwab @shellywith2ls @theghostnamedspecter @ponkssponk @rubbercrowy @imobsessedwiththeatre @donutsalami @my-castles-crumbling and anyone else who wants to join in!

[leadersguilt]

respect for the fact that jean had to be one of the most outgoing in the 104h cadet corps.

[chakapriambudi]

There's nothing holdin' me back - Shawn mendes

I wanna follow where she goesI think about her and she knows itI wanna let her take control‘Cause every time that she gets close, yeah She pulls me in enough to keep me guessin’, hmm And maybe I should stop and start confessin’Confessin’, yeah Oh, I’ve been shakin’I love it when you go crazyYou take all my inhibitionsBaby, there’s nothing holdin’ me backYou take me places that tear up my…

[konigsblog]

morning sex with simon riley. 💤 (f!reader)

“c’mere, lovie. relax into me- that’s it.” simon grumbles out quietly. his morning voice is always deeper, more hoarse and filled with exhaustion and relaxation, soothed by the sound of your heartbeat. simon's large and calloused hands wander along your body, fingers kneading with the meat on your hips and the flesh along your supple, soft thighs.

your soft skin is addictive, especially in comparison to simon's cracked, scarred, and rough hands hardened due to hard work and his military life. simon craves and longs for the affection and comfort you provide him once he's back in your arms after an agonising deployment without his beloved girl, the hole you fill in his cold heart. you warm him and change him, turning him from a cold-blooded, cruel murderer to a kind-hearted, calm man. in your presence, he's able to relax, lifting your thigh up to slide his lengthy boner into your drooling, warm cunt.

“so precious, just love holdin’ ya every mornin’, baby.” simon growls out, a smirk evident on his face as it curls the sides of his lips. his eyes are shut tightly and his eyebrows are furrowed together as he takes in your sweet scent, the smell of your freshly washed hair and the shampoo scent lingering in your locks. you can feel simon's hot breath on the back of your bare neck, sending shivers and shudders down your spine, your back arching at the pleasure and pounding, pulsing sensation between your legs. simon fills the emptiness inside of your slick cunt, easing into his sensual touch as he begins to thrust slowly and gently.

saturday mornings with simon include soft and sloppy sex, wet and messy kisses, and sweet words of affirmation and praise before you start your day. simon bucks his broad, muscular hips into you and pushes his girthy, swollen cock into your soft folds, becoming obsessed with the sound of your sweet moans and whines, increasing in volume the deeper simon hits. he rubs against your gummy, soft cervix and chuckles at the effect he has on you.

“so perfect, ain’t‘cha, angel?” simon interlocks his fingers with yours as he loses control inside of your velvety and soft pussy, whispering sweet nothings into your ear through guttural grunts.

[iconsfinder]

[chocolate-pies]

saw the "just the tip?" trope and am GOING FERAL OVER SIMON RILEY ASKING

MDNI

holy shit it'd just be a normal sunday morning too, the weekend after he came back from a mission and you figured you already made love to him, why would he get randomly hard again the next morning around LUNCH time??

well, he's standing at the doorway to the living room. you're sitting on the couch, attention focused on the television when you hear the shuffling of his feet.

"love?" his voice sounds a little strained.

"what is it?" you'd hum, and see movement in the corner of your eye.

simon would be standing near the end of the couch, bulge painfully obvious (and at eye level with you on the couch), his eyes focused on you sitting with your calves beneath you.

"you've no idea how beautiful you look sittin' like that." he sounds a bit gravelly now, breathy.

you let out an astonished breath of air--teetering on the edge of a laugh--as you sit up straight to look at him in the eyes. "are you really horny right now? we're about to have lunch. have you been holding it since morning, or?"

"been holdin' it since we woke up." he confesses, watching you move on the couch as your thighs reshape from the movement. simon practically salivates at the way your thighs and chest heave itself as you sit upright and with your legs off the couch.

"really, riley?" you ask, albeit a little annoyed and with an edge of arousal.

"just the tip? please? 'fore we gotta get lunch." there's a pleading edge to his voice, and it instantly makes you melt.

"fine." you give in, watching as he readily lays himself on the couch. you get up as a result, watching him shove his boxers and sweatpants down, his erection springing and slapping itself against his happy trail. precum is already leaking, glistening the couple pubic hairs it has touched.

the length and girth seemed.. bigger than last night. you quietly gulp as you move to straddle his hips, your left knee brushing against the couch a bit uncomfortably.

"le'me help you, sweetheart." his voice is husky, rough hands moving to grab your thighs and positioning himself with you so you didn't scrape your knee against the fabric of the couch.

the warmth from his dick catches your attention, your eyes downcast to see it rubbing against the cloth of your pajama shorts. a wet spot is already forming there.

"already so wet for me." simon rasps, digits harshly engraving dots into your thighs as he feels every slight movement from you against his cock.

"let- let me," you steady yourself as you hover over him, dick barely touching you. your one hand moves to lift your panties and shorts to the side, his dick twitching at the sight of your cunt sopping wet so fast.

"f-fuck." his hands rub circles on your thighs, feeling your pussy folds touch the tip of his hot dick. precum is immediately mixed with your juices, his eyes strained and focused where he disappears inside of you, "so fuckin' pretty for me."

you suppress a moan as you stay hovered, his fat head already feeling like a stretch as you feel the beginnings of his girthy shaft also enter. "y-you said just- just the tip." it comes out shaky, breathy, as you moan with your teeth on your lip.

"'m sorry, doll, you just look so fuckin' delicious. your cunt is so tight and addicting." his voice is strained again, groans erupting from his chest as he bites down on nothing. his jaw flexes from the motion as he stares at your juices staining your clothing and his dick.

you stare at him for a moment, his pupils blown wide as you begin to slowly take him fully. "so, so big." you mewl, thighs beginning to shake from having to keep yourself up as his length stretches your velvet walls.

"just f'you, my love. just f'you. all f'you." he begins rambling nonsense, his mind racing and at the same time, blank, as he feels himself bottom out. your cunt is just so perfect.

"'m not pullin' out, love." he rasps before his hips buck you into the air, the extra motion forcing his dick deeper into you as his balls press against your ass.

"gonna put a baby in you." he continues, hurriedly thrusting you into the air as you bounce on him to meet his hips with your own.

"would look so pretty f'me with a baby bump," he groans, practically growling, "and everyone will know you're mine." he seems to move faster with the last bit, his hips snapping into yours as the sounds of skin slapping get louder.

at the same time, the squelching from your wet pussy begins to pierce your ears as you shut your eyes, only mewling and moaning to the sensation of his dick brutally splitting you apart. your mind is numb, lackluster of any thoughts.

"cuh- cumming." was your only warning as he thrusts up one final time, your body slouching a bit as he fills you up. his hot cum already begins to dribble from out of you, and seeing this, simon continues to thrust more into you to keep it all in.

"look at you," he breathes, eyes focused on your blissed face, "all 'cause I creampied you?" his proud grin shows a bit of teeth as he focuses how your face contorts from the pleasure.

he stills, keeping his dick inside you to trap any and all the semen he could.

"love you, doll."

EDIT: found out about the read more divider!!!!!!

[groovetrill]

I wanna follow where she goes

I think about her and she knows it

I wanna let her take control

'Cause every time that she gets close, yeah

She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing, mmm

And maybe I should stop and start confessing

Confessing, yeah

Oh, I've been shaking

I love it when you go crazy

You take all my inhibitions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

You take me places that tear up my reputation

Manipulate my decisions

Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back

There's nothing holdin' me back

[atinyslittleworld]

Step By Step

wooyoung x f!reader

Summary: When Y/N confides in Wooyoung about her inexperience with kissing, he offers to "teach" her. What begins as innocent lessons soon spirals into something neither can ignore.

Word Count: 3,072

Genre: friends-to-lovers, slow burn, romantic tension

Warnings: kissing, mild suggestive themes

“You’ve never kissed anyone?”

Wooyoung’s voice echoed with disbelief as he stared at you, his mouth slightly agape.

“Can you stop saying it like that?” you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said quickly, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his lack of remorse. “I’m just shocked. Like, you’ve dated before, right? Not even a quick peck?”

“Not everyone is as… free-spirited as you,” you retorted, your voice muffled by your palms.

“Free-spirited?” he repeated with a laugh. “You mean hot and irresistible.”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” you said dryly, finally lowering your hands. The amused sparkle in his eyes was both endearing and infuriating.

“So,” he said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Why bring this up now? It’s not like you to care about this kind of stuff.”

You hesitated, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “There’s this guy…”

“Wait, a guy?” Wooyoung interrupted, his eyes widening.

“Yes, a guy,” you confirmed, already regretting bringing it up.

“Okay, continue,” he said, leaning closer.

You sighed. “He’s been flirting with me for a while, and I think he’s going to ask me out.”

“Well, that’s exciting,” Wooyoung said, though his smile faltered slightly. “So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is…” You paused, searching for the right words. “What if he finds out I’ve never kissed anyone? What if I’m bad at it and he decides I’m not worth the effort?”

Wooyoung blinked, his playful demeanor shifting into something softer. “Y/N,” he said firmly, “any guy who would ditch you over something like that doesn’t deserve you. End of story.”

His words warmed you, but your insecurities lingered. “You don’t know that,” you murmured.

“Yes, I do,” he said, sitting up straighter. “And if he does pull something that stupid, I’ll fight him. With my bare hands. No gloves. No mercy.”

The serious tone in his voice paired with his exaggerated expression made you laugh despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously devoted to you, yes,” he said, grinning.

“Thanks, Woo,” you said quietly, his reassurance soothing the knots in your stomach.

Then his grin turned mischievous, and you immediately braced yourself.

“I have an idea,” he said, his tone laced with that dangerous kind of confidence only Wooyoung could pull off.

“Oh no,” you said immediately.

“Hear me out!” he exclaimed, holding up his hands. “Let me teach you.”

Your brow furrowed. “Teach me what?”

“To kiss,” he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You stared at him, your brain short-circuiting. “You’re joking.”

“For once, I’m not,” he said, his smirk widening. “You trust me, right?”

“I…” You hesitated, unsure how to respond. The idea was insane—wild, even—but something about the sincerity in his eyes made it impossible to say no.

“Fine,” you said, exhaling sharply. “Teach me.”

It started innocently enough.

You sat cross-legged on Wooyoung’s bed, facing him. He mirrored your position, his usual cocky grin softening into something more genuine.

“Alright,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Lesson one: the peck. It’s the foundation of all kissing. Super simple, super easy.”

He leaned forward slightly, his lips brushing against yours for the briefest second before pulling back.

“See? Nothing to it,” he said, smiling. “Now you try.”

You nodded, leaning in to mimic his action. Your lips pressed against his, quick and soft, and when you pulled back, he gave you an approving nod.

“Not bad,” he said. “But you can hold it a little longer. Watch.”

This time, his lips lingered against yours, the kiss lasting a few seconds longer. When he pulled back, you mirrored his actions, holding the kiss until he hummed softly in approval.

“Good,” he murmured. “Let’s move on.”

Each step grew more intimate.

Wooyoung guided you through the basics of lip movement, teaching you how to match his rhythm. His kisses were slow and deliberate, his lips soft yet firm against yours.

“You’re getting it,” he said after a particularly long kiss, his breath brushing against your skin.

“Really?” you asked, your voice slightly breathless.

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes flickering to your lips. “You’re a natural.”

The next step involved using your tongue. “It’s all about subtlety,” Wooyoung explained, his voice quieter now. “Open your mouth a little, like this.”

He demonstrated, his tongue grazing your bottom lip before retreating. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn’t pull away. When it was your turn, you hesitated, but Wooyoung’s patient gaze encouraged you to try.

Your tongue brushed his tentatively, and for a moment, he froze. Then his hand moved to the back of your neck, steadying you as he guided the kiss, deepening it slightly.

“Like that,” he murmured when you pulled back, his voice low. “You’re doing great.”

The kisses grew longer, harder to break.

Wooyoung’s hand lingered on your neck, his fingers occasionally brushing against your hair. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, holding onto him as the tension between you thickened.

Neither of you noticed when you began leaning back, but suddenly you were lying on the bed, Wooyoung hovering over you.

“Woo,” you whispered, your chest heaving.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes searching yours for something he couldn’t quite name. “Are we still practicing?”

You swallowed hard, unsure how to answer. Your lips tingled from his kisses, your body warm and buzzing with an unfamiliar energy. “I don’t know,” you admitted softly.

His gaze flickered to your lips, and for a moment, he seemed torn. Then he smiled—a small, almost shy smile that made your heart ache.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered.

You didn’t. And when he kissed you again, slower this time, you responded without hesitation.

The line between practice and something more blurred entirely.

Wooyoung’s kisses grew deeper, more insistent. His hand slid from your neck to your waist, his touch warm and steady as he pressed closer. Your hands, once tentative, moved to his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands.

Every kiss felt like a revelation, the heat between you building until it was almost overwhelming.

“Y/N,” he murmured against your lips, his voice hoarse.

“Hmm?” you replied, too dazed to form actual words.

His lips hovered over yours, his breath warm and uneven. “We should stop.”

You nodded, but neither of you moved. His gaze dropped to your lips again, and before you could think, you were pulling him back down, your lips meeting his in another heated kiss.

Wooyoung groaned softly, the sound vibrating through you as his hand slid under your shirt, resting lightly on your waist. The weight of him above you was intoxicating, grounding you even as your head spun.

“Y/N,” he said again, his voice a mix of desperation and restraint.

“Do you want to stop?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stared at you, his lips red and swollen, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite name. “No,” he admitted finally.

And just like that, the last thread of restraint snapped.

[archangeldyke-all]

Amab sev accidentally going over the edge while reader is edging her... 😵‍💫

@xayn-xd told me to make this ceo sevika so let's do that hehehe

men and minors dni

the hardest part about playing like this is keeping up the act that you don't want sevika to cum.

because, if you could speak your mind right now, you'd be begging your wife for it. there's nothing that gets you going like watching sevika fall apart beneath you, on top of you, because of you. and fuck. the feeling of her leaking out of you is just fucking delicious...

"i-- fuck--i'm gonna cum!" sevika whimpers.

it takes all the self control in the world for you to pull up and off of her cock.

sevika gasps, shivering and shaking beneath you as you sink down and continue chasing your own pleasure on her abs. she's got her fingers clamped around your hips, whining and panting and humping the air.

"good girl, sevika." you coo, gently pushing her hair out of her face. "such a good girl holdin' on for me." you sigh, kissing her again. a few tears leak out of her eyes-- frustration and pleasure mixing together inside her.

"please." she whines. you shudder, your cunt throbbing at the sound of her begging. "please. 'm sorry, i'm sorry, please lemme cum."

you giggle, kissing your wife again. she pissed you off at work today, using the shredder when you always explicitly ask her not to-- and inevitably shredding some of your vital notes, along with some confidential charts the finance team spent hours coming up with.

so, now, she owes you five edges.

"it's alright baby. you're forgiven. you just lay there 'n lemme make you feel good-- i'll take care of you." you promise.

"you'll let me cum?" sevika whimpers. you chuckle.

"not 'til i edge you two more times."

"i can't-- i'm not-- baby, i won't fuckin' last!" she cries, squirming on the sheets as she tries to pull you back down on her cock. you giggle.

"yes you will, baby." you assure her, slowly sitting back down on top of her. fuck she feels good. "'cause you're a good girl, sev. fuck, so good for me." you groan.

both of you groan as you start to bounce on top of her, a nasty wet slapping sound filling the room as sevika starts to whimper.

"i'm gonna cum." you groan, quickening your pace. sevika gasps.

"n-no don't!" she whimpers, already cringing at the tightening of your cunt around her.

"fuck, sevika, you feel so fuckin' good baby!" you cry as you cum.

"f-f-fuck, i'm-- fu-uck!" sevika gasps and shoots up, sinking her teeth into your shoulder and sobbing as she cums inside of you.

"shit!" you gasp at the feeling, cackling at sevika's cringing face. "couldn't help yourself, huh, baby?"

sevika just growls and flips the pair of you over, thrusting against you a few more times before she collapses on top of you and sighs. "s-sorry." sevika mutters.

you burst into laughter. "don't be sorry, baby, i knew you wouldn't make it to five. just wanted to see you sweat a bit."

sevika groans and nips your neck. "still though. three's not bad." she says. you giggle.

"i'm very impressed with you, sevika." you assure her.

sevika settles against you happily. "sorry about your notes."

"i'm over it. might've planted them in your 'shred' pile to find something to punish you for." you admit. "totally worth it."

sevika bursts into laughter and flicks your nipple. you grin at the sound and kiss her forehead happily.

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[obsesssedblerd]

“Just give up, Fushiguro.” The tallest kid of the group says, crossing his arms over his chest and flashing Megumi a grin. “There’s five of us and only one of you. There’s no way you’d win.” On either side of the bully, four more kids snickered, practically salivating over the idea of outnumbering him. 

Megumi sighs irritatedly. This is why he hates staying after school. On one hand, he’d be the first one to greet Yuuji once he’s done with his sports practice, but on the other hand, he’d end up getting into more altercations since he’d made quite a bit of enemies at his school. Your face floats in his mind, along with you worriedly asking him to promise that he wouldn’t fight anymore. 

Suddenly, the leader’s smile drops, and the five of them take a couple of fearful steps back as their gazes drift upwards. Two tall shadows loom over Megumi, and he doesn’t have to turn around to know who’s there. 

“Well, well,” Toji, his father, says with a lazy smile, then looks over at the man in his mid-twenties next to him. “Looks like you weren’t exaggerating after all. He really is fighting multiple students each time.” 

Satoru Gojo chuckles, then ruffles Megumi’s hair. “Told ya. And he hasn’t lost a single fight. However, anyone can tell that he’s holding back.” 

“Oh?” Toji raises a brow curiously, then taps his son’s shoulder. “That true? You’ve been holdin’ back?” 

Megumi turns around and meets his eyes. He nods once, and Toji gestures to the five kids. “Wanna stop?” 

The boy frowns. “I’ll get expelled.” 

“Trust me.” Satoru peers at him over his glasses, his blue eyes shining mischievously as he reassures him with his usual grin. “You won’t. Suguru’s already at the front desk taking care of it. I’ll head up there in a second to make sure everything’s going smoothly. Go on and handle it, kid.” 

His eyes widen slightly, and then he looks over at his father again. Toji’s scarred mouth lifts into a small, vicious smile, granting permission. “You heard your teacher.”

Megumi nods, faces the bullies with a similar smile, and cracks his knuckles.

—

“Hey there, Mrs. Fushiguro!” Satoru Gojo greets you when you walk into the school’s front office. Next to him, Suguru Geto gives you a friendly wave. “Picking up Tsumiki? Wow, you’re kinda early!” 

“Uh, yeah… What’re you two doing here? I know that Megumi is supposed to meet you both at Jujutsu Tech since Yuuji wanted to hang out after practice.” 

Satoru and Suguru laugh nervously, and you squint your eyes at them. Something’s up. “What did you two do this time?” You ask.

“...Nothing.” 

“Nothing at all!”

The doors to the principal’s office open, and you gasp loudly when you see five students sniffling as they walk out with their parents. All five of them were teary-eyed if not sobbing, bruised and holding ice packs to different parts of their bodies. Once they’ve left the school, you hear familiar voices. 

“Did you see how the last one ran?” Megumi snickers as he shoves his hands in his pockets. 

“Yup.” Toji laughs. “And you didn’t let him get far. That’s my boy! Let’s talk about how you tossed that one kid into the other and they hit the wall. Did Gojo teach you that one?” 

“Actually, I watched you handle—” Upon seeing you, Megumi stops in his tracks, and he gulps nervously. “Hi, Mom.” 

Toji’s eyes go wide. “Oh shit.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, and Satoru clears his throat. “Let’s look at the bright side here. He won’t be expelled or even suspended! It’s like the whole thing didn’t happen.” 

You ignore them and sigh at the sight of Megumi’s reddened knuckles. “Didn’t I tell you that you shouldn’t fight anymore? Your hands—” 

“Are strong enough to take out multiple enemies,” Toji says, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “We’re very proud of him. Can you imagine what he’ll do when he starts curse-hunting? His training is paying off.” 

You glare at him. “That’s true, but don’t try and– Mm…” Your mind goes completely blank when your husband gently kisses you. Behind you, Toji gestures to the three of them to leave now. 

When you hear footsteps shuffling away and the door closing, you pull away from Toji’s mouth and whirl around, groaning when you see that your son and his two teachers are gone. You turn back around to face him, and he smiles charmingly. “This isn’t over,” you tell him. 

“I know, I know.” He kisses your forehead, then chuckles. “You can lecture me after we grab Tsumiki and go for ice cream.”