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silvershiningtarot · 8 months

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PAC 18+: Who Is Your Next Boyfriend?

Inhale and Exhale 😮‍💨 This is a general reading and I want you guys to take what resonate and what doesn’t. This about who is your next boyfriend.

🙏🏾Pile 1 🌟🌟

💘Pile 2 💦💦

😍Pile 3 😱😱😱

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Pile 1: Knight Of Wands, And Three Of Pentacles Rx. The type of boyfriends they are is that they are firecrackers and they don't like to work with anyone else. I am sensing a vibe that they are very picky and stubborn about who they work it. Or should I say they are a diva? So even when they are in a relationship with you they don't fucking listen. They sort of have an Ego problem. Boo! Lame. I was right they are difficult to work with. So your next boyfriend has a big Ego problem. Let's get into the appearance of them. Yeah, they have a glamorous attitude. They lived around the glamour world 🌎. Only the world is involved around them. I keep rolling my eyes to this boyfriend of yours. Like ugh! They have this attitude that I'm better than other people. I think some of your boyfriends can work in the food industry they are probably a chef. They have long hair their hair color is blonde. For some of you, I think that your boyfriend's hair color is blonde and they have long hair. Okay, some of your boyfriends can work in the film industry 🏭 or food and I believe that maybe, most of you are a performer. I am getting that they used to be unemployed and now they are making big money. So they are feeling themselves. They are tall as fuck. I am getting like a basketball player's height. They are a giant is what I'm feeling. Their ancestors are giants. But they just have a fucking diva attitude. They are very picky and difficult who they work with. They are fucking gorgeous. Let me say it again. They are fucking GORGEOUS!! You are going to have a heart attack when you see them. They are fucking sexy as fuck. Godddamn!!! They have some tattoos. I think most of your next boyfriends have red hair. I heard they like to dye their hair. They have dark brown eyes (dark). They are muscular. I think that some of your next boyfriends have light brown eyes. They are your soulmate. This diva boyfriend is your soulmate. Well, if anyone picks this pile Please, check this dude! Put them in their place, please. Because damn! They are very passionate about what they do. Whenever they are in a relationship with someone they give their heart 💘. So when they are with you, you two share a deep bond and you might smoke with them. I believe they smoke weed. It is safe for you and them to love. When you are with them. They'll help you out your heart and you two will trust each other. This connection between you and them is safe and secure. This is your true love ❤️ this is your love for a lifetime. This boyfriend of yours is fated between you and them. It has been written in the stars. Your connection between you and them is protected by the divine. 5D connection damn! You just need to believe. Courting! They'll buy you gifts and give you chocolate. Taking you on dates. They'll be very interested in you. You are blocking your blessings with them. It is already yours. I believe that shit with them too. They are blocking with their blessings. Very romantic love. Wow, this is a very lovely pile. You two will be affectionate to each other. Deep love, and admiration. They'll be worshipping you. In the beginning, you both might be fuck buddies or they are looking for a fuck buddy. Fucking without no feelings. You can be a player or they might be a player. Some of you are meant to date them. The long-term connection between you and them. You'll end up with them. This is like high school sweetheart vibes and it's going to feel like your first love ❤️. It's going to feel like a teenage dream with you two. Both of you will heal the family issues. I have a sense that you two will be forgiving family and healing a lot of healing trauma. Making Life Easier. They'll make your life easier and their love language is Act Of Service. Their ex will interfere with your connection. I think they are their boss. You'll have a happily ever after with them. Deep spiritual romance. I feel like they want a deep spiritual bond. Take your time, slow burn. I think that the relationship can be toxic because of the interference. But this connection

Between you and your next boyfriend, it is a blessing. You both will encourage and support each other. You are their past life love. Again! This is your soulmate so you are their soulmate. Whether it is a friend or family. This is like a fairytale love story and it is an unbreakable bond.

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Pile 2: Your boyfriend is the type to complain because I can see that they get bored with things so quickly. But they bitch-moan about things and then don't do shit about it just like to run their mouth sometimes. Since they got the Four Of Cups Rx and The Knight Of Pentacles. They are very hard-working and determined. They are career-driven. I can tell they are generous too. They like to build up their material security and safety environment for themselves. I've heard they are honest. SEE! The King Of Pentacles. I think some of you, your next boyfriend seems mature. Got their life together and I think they are older than you. Or they are laid-back as fuck. That's the vibe I'm getting from this one. I don't like to go into a race like that but Your next boyfriend might be Caucasian for some of you I believe. They are rich they have money. That's why they like to save up their money. That doesn't mean they are looking like a hot mess. They love keeping themselves clean and sharp. I kinda of see a man who likes to wear a lot of suits. Hahaha nice, they are probably in the beauty industry for some of you. Or I’ve heard they are investing themselves in the beauty industry. They probably working with models. Most of you, I believe that they are CEO billionaires club owners. They own their club. Again, your next boyfriend is black and they are an entertainer. I've heard probably a good dancer or I've heard music in my head. Either way, they are an entertainer. So they must be good in bed. They are very glamorous. Everything in their house is very luxurious. It is fancy and unique too. I've heard that they like to keep their house clean. They have brown hair and they are quite famous or they are famous. Some of you might know them or don't that's fine. But they are famous. They have medium-length hair and they have brown eyes. The connection you are going to have with your next boyfriend y'all might be fuck buddies in the beginning is what I'm feeling. They are a player. I've just heard from my guides “They are too old for that shit.” so yeah, they are too old to be a player. Maybe, they like early 30’s to late 30s. I think for some of you, it is only just a crush. You might have a crush on them. I don't feel like it is going to be unrequited love. I don't get that from any of you. But I do feel like they've been rejected by their crush 😍. Not like in high school type shit but in general they probably had someone and it wasn't reciprocated. Aww, I am sorry. So I can tell their heart is kinda of a bit heartbroken. Maybe, their crush told them they liked them as a friend. You two will be the BDSM lifestyle couple. So you two will live that BDSM Lifestyle. And so what it isn't anybody else business you both will be kinky. It is like Dom/ submissive. Or it can be another way around. They'll be protective, possessive, and clingy to you. I do see an out-and-public relationship vibe. They'll fight others for you. They don't care. This is a connection between you and your next boyfriend about Marriage! They like to brag. They have a lot of pride in who they are with and they like to talk about you. Lol 😆. What did I say? They probably have connections in the music industry they'll help you. For some of you, your next boyfriend is an artist they do music. I don't see it all of y’all boyfriends is an artist but I do feel like they are a CEO that invests in things. You two will be a sweet romantic couple. They'll admire you. They'll worship you. You two will make life easier for each other. Maybe, one of you is an act of service. You two will rely on each other. I feel like your next boyfriend is your husband.

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Pile 3: Ace Of Cups And The Sun ☀️. Holy snap. Your next boyfriend is a lover. I am getting that vibe from them. They are a big lover. They don't like negativity at all. That shit makes me feel sick. I can see them say “Aye, no need to yell let’s just chill and relax.” They are so chill. Even when they argue with you they are care calm as hell. They'll open their heart to anything. Even if they get hurt they like that's okay. Lesson learned. They have a positive outcome in things. Their heart chakra is clear and healed. I love this dude. They are very surrendering. They'll protect you. I sensed that they were intimidating. They are scary to some people. I have a sense that they have a strong deep tone. If some of you have a kinks of voice well this dude has a deep tone of voice. But I have another sense that their voice is a medium. It isn't deep or soft either. They surrender to the universe. They probably sage their household twice a week. Not let any negativity enter their space. Aye! Where is this dude at? because damn! I love them haha 😂 They like to take their time. They don't like to rush into anything. Okay, they probably have blue eyes or green eyes. They are from different backgrounds from you. Or they are from a different country. But I am getting a sense that they are from a different background than yours. Your culture and theirs are different. They are thick in certain places and I have a sense they used to be unemployed or right now they are unemployed. But they have such a positive attitude about it. “That's okay, I know something better will come,” I told you that they are Tall as shit! I am getting three different types of heights. Like 6’2, 6’5, or like 7’0 feet tall. They love dressing nice. They an entertainers. Yes! They are black. So your next boyfriend is African American 🗽. They have red hair and their hair is short or long. Oh yeah. I believe that most of your next boyfriends have a sharp ass fucking tongue. Geez! They are fucking crazy💕💕. They know how to clap back. I think that they have a temper but that shit makes them cry. They don't like to fucking be mad. That shit hurt their heart. Maybe, they grew up in a household with bad energy. Fuck me! I'm sorry 💔 that shit wack. No wonder I felt connected to this dude/girl. I was right! You two will be healing family trauma forgiving them and learning how to let go of the past. You two will break this generational curse that was being passed down from one generation to the next generations. Both of you are going to cut that cycle off. This is your connection is like a High School sweetheart kind of vibe. You two will be smitten over each other and blushing. Talking on the phone for hours. It is so sweet and innocent. You two will be the innocent couple. This is your true love ❤️ for a lifetime. Genuine love you two will give to each other. You'll be in a relationship with your next boyfriend and vice versa. This connection involves marriage 💍. It is like a dream come true with them and it is very Fairy-tale vibes. You two are manifesting each other. You two will heal your inner child. Again, Twice with the marriage. You two are always gone! Taking a vacation is always away from other people. Unplugging yourself away from the world💕❤️. People will complain about it like your friends and other close family member. Co-workers and shit. But I don't see you two tripping about it. A lot of laughs and giggles. I can see that you two are passionate about each other and you guys are always lit together. You two will make each other's lives very easy and they'll take some of the load off of you. And vice Versa. I've heard them just now “No problem, baby I gotchu Whatever you need me to do I'll handle it.”

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kneelingshadowsalome · 5 months

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both you and your anons need to stop because I am so invested in his daughters dating life now?? why am I imagining and whole saga of this up and coming merc joining KorTac after being spotted in an underground fighting ring wrecking HAVOC and being constantly told he's just as ruthless as the colonel when he was younger, running into a girl in a night club and hitting it off well maybe even a few make out sessions or two, slowly falling in love with this absolute firecracker of a girl who takes shit from no one. one day he has to go into his Colonels office and he sees a picture of his family and oh no...

them trying to date in secret and hoping the König doesn't manage to find an oversized leather jacket in his kids belongings...

Gaaaahh the saga of the rich spoiled daddy’s girl x poor underdog merc! I want a fic (or a sitcom) made of this 😭

Big bad biker guy grew up in a VERY similar setting as König… Harsh conditions, neglected as a child, comes from an abusive home, he tried to make money in these underground fights and got spotted by a headhunter, now he’s a rising star at KorTac’s and finally making something of himself.

The Colonel hates him somehow, bullies him, even, but at least he got this nice cute girl who’s the sunshine in his rain! An absolute princess, comes from a good family (although he’s detecting some daddy issues which is probably why she ended up with him in the first place...), he can tell she’s been sheltered all her life because she absolutely lives for danger.

She’s starstruck when he takes her for a ride, drools all over his tattoos, wants to make out in public and demands him to fuck her nasty style in his small, ugly flat – she’s an angel who happened to stroll into his hell, a crazy little princess he would die for <3

Disguised as this innocent, multitalented sweetheart, she’s in truth a hellraiser and a psycho at heart, and takes a liking to his knives. He just has to give one to her: of course she picks the biggest, dirtiest one, and says it reminds her of him. His heart is hers after that, and he returns to work, whistling, doesn’t even get too stressed about the Colonel summoning him to his office at 8 AM sharp.

He opens the door, still smiling, but it gets wiped away the minute he sees there’s a knife stuck on the Colonel’s desk. It’s the same big fat ugly weapon he gave his princess yesterday...

...and he briefly puts 2 and 2 together before the atom bomb called Colonel König goes off.

“Is this yours?”

#saga of König's daughter #girl dad König #lmao this whole au is gold #:''')

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jihyoruri · 1 year

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𖤐˖﹙𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 …─╌ ˖ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐧𝐨𝐰 ¡!:🔌: ִֶָ ، ✶

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LESSERAFIM & FIRECRACKER!YN

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✰#1

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✰ kill bill

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✰ sour grapes (smau)

✰ youtube series

✰ yunjin with flirty member

✰ your lips my lips apocalypse

✰lip gloss

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✰all of the girls you loved before

✰all mine all me

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✰best friends

✰the girl is mine

✰obsessed

✰love me back

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WOW!SERIES

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✰jealousy & more milkis

✰twilight & jealousy

✰butterflies

more coming…

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count-alucard-tepes · 6 months

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What sexy things do the OP Hotties do that turn you on? 👀

Haha I normally wouldn’t do slightly spicy asks but I’ll respond to this one because I can’t resist😆😍

Kizaru ✨: he such a tease, you know he’s so smooth with the ladies and he dresses really well too. A well put together man is always desirable.

Akainu🌋: he’s stoic and cold and I’m a brat 😂 I feel like that would be the perfect match for someone like him. Also he has tattoos and he seems like he would protect me with his life and that’s so sexy.

Ryokugyu 🌱: he’s a bad boy and everyone loves a bad boy. And when ever I get mad at him he would just turn into a tree with my favorite flowers…a girl is sold.

Fujitora 🐅: he’s such a sweetheart, you know he would be the best husband ever.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: it’s his style, he just oozes sexiness in everything he does and says. He knows he can have anyone and that confidence is really sexy.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: the ultimate bad boy who would have you wrapped around his finger literally and figuratively. It’s the sexy body, the laugh, the style! Not to mention, he’s someone you don’t want to cross the line with him. He’s the guy your parents say stay away from with good reason but you still want a taste.

Benn Beckman 🔫: he’s so mysterious and you know he’ll charm your pants off in 30 seconds. He’s also strong and smart…it’s a win-win situation!

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: Oda thought everyone was gonna be terrified of this hottie! But no, this mochi baby daddy is the perfect example of don’t judge a book by its cover! He’s a family guy who listens to his mom and cares for his younger siblings! And not to mention he’s got a sexy body and can tell why you’re angry before you stomp around ! And he loves donuts so I never have to diet again! I AM SOLD!

Killer🔪: alright post time skip Killer is hot and all but pre time skip Killer had me on my knees! He’s is so cute and mysterious but also super intelligent and fine af! Blonde hair and blue eyes…that’s my punk rock Barbie right there!

Kaido🐉: he’s emotional af when he’s drunk and just loves the hell out of his kid and those around him that are loyal to him! To be Yamato’s mom and smash Kaido at him prime! Omg I’d cling to ankles, y’all !

King 👑 : he’s the hot character of color who is the epitome of tall, dark and sexy! He has the white hair! He’s that bitch! He’s got wings and legs for days! The fucking face tattoo!!! I would cling onto his knees (since that’s probably the highest point where I’d be able reach him) and die for this baby daddy!

Queen👑: oh man, Queen is so fucking cool! I just wanna party with him until I can’t walk anymore! You know he puts the party God to shame! Karaoke night at Onigashima would be everything!

Izou🔫🔫: he’s so beautiful…I would be so shy around him because he’s so freaken pretty and would always look hotter than me! It’s always nice to have someone else do your hair and make up and Izou is my main man to be my wifey!

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: the face tattoo! You know he’s a badass when he got a face tattoo and his best friend is an Okama! I’m ready to see Dragon naked, y’all! I’m about to be Luffy’s stepmom! Croc is about to gut me😂😂😂

Oven Charlotte 🍞: feeling sad…he bakes some cake…feeling happy…let’s have croissants! He’s just gonna fatten me up and I’ll never have to diet again because I’ll always be smaller than him! These Charlotte men are just the best! He’s also got main character energy 😂

Buggy🤡: he has hair goals I want to achieve but will never reach even if I tried! He’s charismatic and funny af! Buggy-sama is everything!😍

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he’s a doctor! Score! My parents would never be prouder since I’m not…next best thing is my hubby being a doctor! He’s also such a cutie who seems to always be smiling!

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: our favorite angry firecracker! He’s a cutie who wears make up and looks like he should be a drummer in a rock band! He’s got beautiful red hair and he’s intelligent! He also can fix your appliances! That’s a wifey right there!

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he’s gentle and emotionally available! Not to mention he’s a natural dad! He’s funny and clumsy af but a total badass! Let’s not forget he’s the handsome sibling lol

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: omg he’s tall, has pink hair, has tattoos and has a sexy smirk! Not to forget he turns into a cute kitty man! I’m ready to have his kittens!

Gecko Moria🦇: now prime Gecko Moria was every fucking thing! I mean who challenges Kaido and doesn’t actually lose…kinda! He was really hot too!

Iceburg💜: he’s so cute and funny, I can’t with him! He’s also so intelligent and can build stuff, love it!

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: first of all, he’s rich and he’s hot! A girl is sold! He sings and dances…even better!

Rob Lucci🐆: he’s so cute! I can’t deal especially in his kitty form, he’s also mysterious. From hot to cold in a mere couple of seconds! I love it! His hair is so beautiful too! I can’t deal!

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strangersatellites · 1 year

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Eddie’s zoned out as he prattles off care instructions and wraps up the man’s (very strong) bicep, careful to tug it tight enough as to not hurt him.

He’s distracted. Has been for the better part of the past hour.

Steve’s been the ideal client. Perfect, he might even say.

Hardly nervous at all as he climbed into the chair and made himself comfortable. No flinching at the needle, and he’s been as easy-going as anything.

His eyes were heavy lidded and fluttery as the needle pressed into his skin, a soft smile gracing his face as he watched his spitfire little girl flip through Eddie’s books for a design she liked.

“You find anything you like, baby?” He asked.

Eddie took a pause to peek up at the little redhead across the room. Her hair in two little braids, eyebrows furrowed, and tongue poked out in concentration.

“No, I wanted a dinosaur but these are all flowers and stuff,” She pouted.

Eddie huffed a quiet laugh.

“Tell you what kiddo,” He stole a glance at Steve, blissed out in the chair. “Since your dad has been such a good sport and you’ve been so good, I’ll draw you up a dinosaur when we’re finished okay?”

Max’s eyes lit up and she giggled behind her hands and nodded.

Now that Steve’s tattoo is done, a pumpkin on the inside of his bicep, he sits up and calls her over.

“Come see, pumpkin.”

And Eddie hadn’t asked, but now, as he watches her bounce across the room and gasp at her dad’s tattoo he feels his face split into a smile.

“Daddy it's me!”

Steve laughs and it's so so lovely. He drops a kiss to the top of her head before he stands.

“It is you, bug.”

Eddie peels off his gloves and puts his hands on his hips.

“Alright miss lady. Let’s draw you a dinosaur. What kind are you thinking? Stegosaurus, pterodactyl?”

She jumps up with her arms bent to her body and roars.

“I’m a T-Rex!”

Eddie laughs and gets settled at his table.

“Alright firecracker, let’s draw you a T-Rex.”

*****

After he’s sketched the outline, a little cartoon dinosaur, he runs it through on his temporary tattoo sheet and sets to “prepping” his station.

He sprays down the chair and tugs on more gloves.

He sits on his stool and pats the chair.

“Come on up Red.”

She squeals and runs over and Steve hoists her up onto the chair.

In the meantime, Eddie rolls over to his mini-fridge in the corner and grabs the cold rag he’s had in the freezer.

He can hear Steve whisper as he tucks a loose hair behind her ear.

“You excited, huh? My brave girl.”

And Eddie’s heart melts.

He rolls back over and puts on his serious face.

“Okay Max. You’re gonna feel a sting but you’re a tough girl, aren’t ya?”

She furrows her brows and nods. She rolls up her own sleeve.

“I’m strong!”

He can’t help but smile.

“You sure are. Look at those muscles!”

He peels off the plastic covering the ink.

“Where do you want to put it?” He asks.

She pats her upper arm.

“Here. Just like daddy!”

Eddie grins again and Steve is biting back a smile from his spot behind the chair. Eddie sends him a wink and watches the flush bloom across his cheeks.

“You ready, Red?”

Her focus face is back and she nods resolutely.

Eddie lines up the sheet and sticks it to her arm. She turns her head back towards Steve.

“Daddy? Will you hold my hand?”

As if Eddie’s heart wasn’t already a puddle on the floor.

“Here we go, sweetheart,” Eddie says as he presses the cold rag to her skin.

He hisses through his teeth and grimaces like he’s in pain. He holds back a laugh as she puffs out her cheeks and visibly squeezes her dad’s hand.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Steve tells her.

She lets out a sharp little breath as Eddie shifts and presses the rag back against her skin.

She looks up towards him and giggles.

“It’s not that bad. I’m tough like daddy.”

He flops the rag back down on his tray and goes to peel the paper away from her skin.

“Yes you are!” He says as he smiles down at her cute little dinosaur, “Do you like it?”

She looks down at it and squeals.

“Look daddy! Look!”

Steve hoists her up onto his hip and swings her around, giggles filling the space and Eddie’s heart.

“I love it, pumpkin! You’re the coolest little girl in the whole world!”

He puts her down and she runs around the chair to where Eddie is peeling off his second set of gloves and bumps right up next to him. He furrows his eyebrows and goes to ask what’s wrong when he’s interrupted.

“Look dad! Just like Eddie!”

And now that he looks at it he sees it. Max’s dinosaur is in the same place as her dad’s tattoo. But it’s in the same place as Eddie’s dragon too.

#suspend your disbelief #and just trust me that eddie has a printer that accommodates temporary tattoos #walk with me #gin writes #single dad steve #tattoo artist eddie #based on that one hc I posted about this #hcs by g #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #I once again did not proofread this #an ode to the amount of nicknames I can give baby max

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Permission | JJK

Permission

Pairing: Dancer!JJK x Fem!Reader

Rating: M (🔞); NSFW

Genre: stripper(ish)!AU; one-night stand; fluff; smut

Warnings: cussing; alcohol consumption; lap dancing; lots of hip grinding; food play; mentions of dry-humping; dirty talk; oral (F-receiving); fingering; clit play; breast/nipple; praise kink; protected sex; multiple orgasms

Word count: 6,703 words

Summary: You get more than what you bargained for during your friend's bachelorette party weekend.

A/N: This is loosely based on a true story...with some embellishments, obvs 😅 Anyway, if any of you ever get a chance to go to Magic Mike Live in Las Vegas--it's a good time 😏

The visual is Esquire!JK or ON!JK during MAMA practice 👀 The song during the lapdance scene is Jodeci's Freek'n You ; while the title was taken from Ro James' song. I've been really inspired by a lot of slow jams lately so--get all those body rolls in!

Five pairs of heels hot-footed their way through the marble floor. You and your friends rushed through the final course of your dinner and hopped into a rideshare hoping to make the scheduled show.

“Shit…is it this way?” Your friend, Leia, calls past her shoulder while you all walk aimlessly around the casino floor.

“I’m pretty sure,” Myla says unconvincingly while looking through overhead signage for directions to the theater. Still, you follow her lead as she speed-walks through the crowd.

“A-ha! There’s the escalator!” She exclaims. She was here not so long ago with her boyfriend for an anniversary trip and reported back as they did an advanced ‘walkthrough’ of where the show was located.

The show in question was supposed to start at 7:30 and it was nearly 10 minutes past that time after you all practically jogged toward the rideshare pickup area. You kept glancing at your phone’s clock…you knew you’d be late. You just hoped that you didn’t miss too much when you finally arrived at the door.

“What if they give away our spot? Or worse, what if they won’t let us in?” Yuna asked in a panic while trying to adjust her “Bride-to-Be” sash around her shoulder and waist.

“And why would they do that? We paid for these tickets last month!” You reasoned.

“Exactly,” Divya agreed. “We all paid to see these men grinding shirtless onstage, damn it and nobody will get in the way of that!”

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have worn these heels,” Yuna curses when you all step onto the escalator.

“Girl, don’t worry–you look hot! When you get picked to go onstage, Soobin will be sorry he let us take you on this trip,” you giggled.

Yuna scoffed. “Well, regardless…I would have gone anyway!” Her comment elicits laughs from your whole group as you finally arrive at the door.

While the usher scans the tickets from Myla’s smartphone, Yuna leans in and whispers in your ear. “And how do you know I’m getting picked? Did you pre-arrange something?”

You cocked an eyebrow at her. “Maybe,” you mumbled then laughed as the staff guides you through the doors with his flashlight pointed to the ground.

******

You walked into a dimly lit room and were greeted by loud shrieks and whooping from audience members. You could understand why.

At center stage were 10 dancers, who were currently taking their shirts off seductively to reveal their signature washboard abs.

One of them catches your eye. He had his hair pulled back in a bun, revealing his sharp jawline. He revealed a full sleeve of tattoos on his right arm so it was easy to spot him in the crowd.

You’re so distracted by him that you trip over your feet, nearly falling onto Leia, who was walking right in front of you.

When you arrive at your table, you find two girls who had taken over your seats under the assumption that you were no-shows. The usher tries to reason with them but one of them is dismissive. Divya steps up and mouths something inaudible. She had a smile on her face but your best friend was a firecracker and you know that she didn’t sweet-talk those girls into getting out of your seats.

They finally, begrudgingly get up and move to their actual seats, which were located at a spot that had an obstructed view.

They grumbled under their breaths but Divya just smiled and waved at them. She turns to you and laughs, “What did I tell you? Nothing and no one will get in the way of me watching hot, sweaty, half-naked men grinding for me!”

You laughed and then eventually join the crowd in screaming as the female emcee introduces the next act of the show.

******

“Hey, gorgeous! Can I bring you up for the next number?” The emcee approaches your table, addressing Yuna, who had a white, bedazzled veil pinned in her hair.

She nervously looks back at your group, and then at you–who was responsible for organizing this ‘excursion.’ You all screech in excitement, goading Yuna, who screams her agreement.

The emcee takes her hand and guides her to the opposite side of the stage.

Minutes later, the music starts and the spotlight comes on. A dancer glides across the top of the bar. It wasn’t a fully-functioning one–just another flat surface that served as a stage.

Even though his face was obscured by the baseball cap that he wore, his sunshiney smile was unmistakable and contributed to his sexiness. After a few flips and smooth spins from him, more lights come on and your group screams when you spot Yuna, who was sitting at end of the bar.

The dancer kisses her hand and brings her closer. A fellow performer hands him something in his hand, which you realize is whipped cream after he pipes a bit of it into his mouth.

More squealing from the audience when he pulls her in closer and proceeds to peel his shirt off.

He gently wraps his hand under her knees and gently brings her legs up. Slowly, he lays her flat on the bar much to everyone’s delight, and does more of his dance, grinding his hips above her. He picks up the whipped cream and squeezed a little bit on her exposed thigh and licks it off.

Next, he crawls up higher, squeezed a little bit of cream on her cleavage, and seductively licks it just the same.

For his final act, he pulls on her arm to where she was sitting upright, where his bare chest is right in front of her. The song is about to fade out and he pipes a strip of cream at the center. He wiggled his finger at her to beckon her closer, and she does. You watch her lean in and stick her tongue out, just in time for the lights to go dark.

Your group and the rest of the theater go crazy.

******

After another group dance wraps up, the lights dim again and they switch to a combination of red and blue shades. The music starts to play–starting off with a brief sound of rolling thunder fading in through the speakers followed by the first few notes of the song.

I wanna freak you…were the words that echoed to the deep thump of the bass.

A few dancers sauntered out of different corners of the theater and some were coming down the steps that connected from the second-level balcony. They were dressed in black underwear and not much else. All of them were carefully scanning the room for a target.

The emcee announces a reminder, one that she’s made all throughout the show. “Remember, everyone–if you don’t want any attention from our boys, just say the safe word: ‘unicorn’ and they’ll move on with no questions asked!”

This was a free-form portion of the show where random members of the audience may get a lap dance.

When the beat dropped, spotlights were trained towards each dancer and whatever section they were in, grinding and body-rolling into consenting audience members.

Everyone, including your group, gets on their feet, screaming and cheering, hoping to get one of the dancers’ attention.

“I want that one!” Myla pointed at one of the taller dancers who was two tables down from you. “I want him to drown me in those dimples!”

“Not if I get him first,” Divya contests, putting two fingers between her lips to let out a loud, high-pitched whistle.

You laughed while your friends argued over which hot guy they wanted to dry-hump then. You briefly turn away to reach for your drink.

After taking a sip, you hear a voice calling from behind you.

“Hi.”

Your group was so distracted by one side of the theater that you had forgotten that all guys were making their rounds in both levels, and all directions.

Even in the dimly lit theater, you instantly recognize him by his full sleeve of tattoos. It was the same guy who had been trading glances with you as soon as you sat down for the show.

“Uh…h-hi,” You stutter as he approached you.

“May I?”

Your eyebrows lift when he asks for approval to dance for you. The ladies next to your table are screaming, begging for his attention but he doesn’t hear them. At this moment, his attention was solely on you.

“You may.” You smiled as the girls next to you looked deflated.

Your approval earns you his best panty-busting grin. He then scoots your chair toward him and swings his right leg over to your left side so his crotch was hovering over your thighs. Your girlfriends start screaming when he begins to roll his hips.

He takes your hands and brings them up to rest them on his well-sculpted pecs. Then, he proceeds to guide them painfully slowly down his chest. You close your eyes briefly on contact. His skin felt soft and smooth, and his scent was this dizzy mix of sweat and cologne.

“Eyes up here.” You vaguely hear his command and you obey accordingly.

You look up to see him looking down at you. The POV perspective was not lost on you. Here was this insanely gorgeous man, grinding up on your lap while your hands were on his bare chest.

Tonight, you got my time Tonight you won't be sorry Tonight, you got my mind What must I say? What must I do? To show how much I think about freek'n you

When your hands got to his waist, he guides them backward, where he rests them on his ass.

You and your girls pre-gamed back at the hotel before heading down to the theater. Coupled with the drinks you had at dinner, you were feeling bolder than usual.

You give him a gentle squeeze, followed by a playful smack. Leia sees what you did and it makes her scream louder, egging you on.

His eyebrows quirk in surprise but he chuckles softly. Without missing a beat, he grinds some more, subtly moving in closer to you…so close you could feel his breath on your cheek.

“You’ll pay for that,” he whispers darkly in your ear and continues to undulate his hips.

You laugh and decide to tease him back. “I really hope that you’d make me,” you countered. With the knowledge that you were never going to see him again, it was an empty challenge.

He smirked then slowly backed away. “I’ll remember that,” he gave a wink before sliding off you. He brought your hand up to his lips, kissed it, then moved on to a different section of screaming audience members.

When he leaves, Yuna grabs your shoulders, shaking you as she shrieks her excitement at your face while Myla, Divya, and Leia give you high-fives.

*****

Two acts later, the lights come back on onstage and one chair, placed on one side comes to view.

“I know I’ve said this multiple times but in this show, we are all about getting your permission here.” At the emcee’s announcement, a dancer comes up onstage. He had a soft, innocent-looking smile but the crinkle on the corners of his eyes showed a hint of cheekiness.

A woman with a ‘birthday girl’ sash is ushered onstage by a different dancer who had a smoldering look. He also looked sexy as hell but the bandana he wore as a headband to get his hair off his face gave him that little bit of a boyish charm.

When the smoldering guy gets off the stage, the cheeky dancer greets the audience member and beckons her to sit on the chair propped onstage.

Once she settles in, the song swells. The singer croons about asking permission from his significant other to give him the green light.

“Everyone, let’s welcome ‘Sasha!’ Sasha, will you give Jimin permission?” The emcee asks.

When she nods enthusiastically, he smiles at her and brushes his thumb to his lips before he begins his routine. He starts off slow, seducing the birthday girl with a few caresses on her cheek. He then carefully peels his shirt off before getting on her lap to grind on her.

The crowd eats it up and the woman is completely enthralled by the rest of his routine.

While everyone’s eyes are glued to the stage, a different dancer, taller and leaner with the plushest lips approaches you.

“Hi, will you come with me onstage?”

You were surprised to be picked a second time but maybe these guys lose track of whoever they give lap dances to during the show.

You were about to decline when Yuna screams, “Oh my god, yes, YN!!! Pick her!”

The dancer smiles and you relent, thinking that this was just a lucky night for you.

As you are ushered toward the stage, another chair is propped diagonal from the woman who was already there. Was this a double act? You weren’t sure.

“What’s your name, honey?” The emcee asks, pointing the microphone to you.

“YN,” you answer.

“Alright, YN! Will you give Jungkook permission?”

You whip your head around underneath the blinding stage lights, trying to identify this ‘Jungkook,’ to no avail. Then, thinking there was no way anything could go wrong, you absently shrug your shoulders and say, “Y-yes.”

You sit down as soon as the chorus fades into the next verse of the song and you feel an arm caress your shoulder. You turn your head and once the glare of the spotlight fades, your eyes widen at the sight of the same tattooed hottie, now dressed in a pair of jeans and what looked like a tear-away shirt.

Jungkook pushes your knees together and just like the first time, dances on your lap. He cupped your nape and leans in, which sends the audience into a frenzy.

Still, in a state of shock, all you can do is laugh nervously while he goes about his dance. He tears his shirt open, hands roaming over his chest and cupping himself, his hips perfectly timed with the beat.

He does a synchronized choreography with Jimin, where they switch off partners briefly so you have the other dancer grinding on you for a few bars of the song.

You were in awe of the routine. It wasn’t trashy or remotely corny. Even the way they stripped their shirts off was beautifully synchronized. It was all seductive and designed to stimulate your senses.

You’d gone to another adult male revue show once, a few years ago and even though you had a fun time, you felt that it seemed a bit old-fashioned. Not only were the men terrible dancers but the show was formatted to focus on them.

This show was different. It felt more interactive and more focused on the audience.

Every dancer there, looked as if they were all asking you what you wanted and were fully intent on giving it to you by the end of the night.

Not long after, Jungkook gets up and speaks into your ear again. “I need you to put your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist. It’s all part of the routine,” he says hastily.

“W-What?” Your pulse raised. You didn’t see any hint of this act within the customer reviews.

He cocked his head to the side and uttered, “Time to pay up!”

In a flash, he lifts you off the chair, making you instinctively grab onto his neck for support. He smacks you in the ass, making you yelp in surprise.

You were subconsciously grateful that you decided to go against the mini-dress and instead went with black jeans and a mock-neck fitted top, lest you suffer some sort of wardrobe malfunction.

He carefully lays you on the floor, gently pushing your knees apart–and at the drop of the beat, dips his head to your center, and grinds his hips against the floor.

The crowd goes wild when he rises to his knees, takes your ankles, holds them straight up with one hand, and grinds into you. He puts them down, hovers over you, and flips his body around in a 69 position with you.

Deafening screams fill the entire theater, making your eras ring.

The last thing you remember before your vision blacks out is seeing Jungkook’s shit-eating grin with pink paper bills falling around you like confetti.

******

“Oh my god! Thank you, guys, for planning this,” Yuna gleefully says to your group. “This is the best bachelorette ever!”

You snorted. “Shit, I hope it’s the only one you’re planning on having.”

“Ugh, girl! You know what I mean!” She laughed, then hugged you tightly. You all file out of the theater and take group photos, thanking the nice stranger who offered.

“Man, those guys got me so horny, I might drunk-dial my man for a little action,” Divya blurts out.

“Whatever you decide, do it in the walk-in closet, please,” Leia says.

“Speaking of horny–how bout that one guy hitting up YN twice?!” Myla teases, making the other girls pile on you.

“Guys, stop!” You wave them off. “He’s just doing his job. It’s not that deep.”

“Oh, I can tell–he really wanted to get deep into you,” Divya and Myla high-five each other.

“Whatever,” you shook your head. “Do you all still want to hang around here or head back to our hotel? I got us on the list at the club there. What do you want to do, Miss Bride-to-Be?” You turn to Yuna.

“Eh, let’s head back,” she shrugs. “Besides, I need to change out of these fucking heels. My toes are about to fall off!” She winces as you all head to the rideshare pickup area. “And then we’ll head into the club to get fucked up!”

“Hell yeah, ladies’ open bar for the win!” You yell out.

“Sheesh, I’m freaking starving. I’m thinking of heading straight for the crab legs and prime rib,” you say to Myla while your group stood in line to check in for your brunch reservations.

“At 10:45 in the morning?” She says with a quizzical look.

“It’s a buffet, My. They serve everything once it opens.”

After crawling back up to your suite a little after 2AM this morning, it was a shock that your whole group managed to wake up and get ready in time to make your way to the buffet at your hotel.

“I don’t know about you guys but I’m down for bottomless mimosas,” Divya remarks.

“Me too,” Yuna says.

Leia, who just handed her credit card to the cashier turned her head to address the rest of you. “Me three! Also, I’m pretty sure I had a dream about one of the guys from last night,” she quipped.

You yawn, trying to keep yourself awake while your girlfriends reminisce about your wild night out.

Myla teases Yuna about being so drunk that she wanted to Facetime-sex her fiance, Soobin, from the club’s bathroom. Unfortunately, she passed out from having one too many shots. Sometime in the middle of the night, she apparently admits to dry-humping Divya, whom she shared a bed with last night.

Yuna embarrassingly apologizes. “Girl, if you wanted to dry-hump, you could have told me. I brought my teenie mini on this trip,” Divya says, making Myla laugh out loud.

Leia’s ears start to ring. “Speaking of dry-humping, I still can’t get over the action that YN got last night!”

Your cheeks start to heat up at the memory–you did have a lot to drink last night and may have said some naughty things to one of the dancers. But you weren’t going to see him again so you laugh it off in an effort to move on from the subject.

“Are we still on that?” You laughed. “I mean…fine, it was pretty wild but you guys are making a big deal out of nothing. I’m sure they have to do that several times a night to audience members–based on the reviews I’ve read online, at least,” you say in an attempt to rationalize the situation.

“I don’t know,” Divya says. “He was pumping his hips awfully hard when you guys were onstage!”

“Ooh look at those crab legs!” You exclaim loudly.

That seemed to be the magical word to get the heat off you. Deep down, you wished you didn’t have other plans today since you seriously contemplated seeing the show again. Then again, this trip wasn’t about you–it was about celebrating Yuna and your friends who wanted to indulge in a wild weekend, without spouses, kids, or significant others.

******

With two plates full of meat and seafood, you carefully make your way back to your table. But you abruptly stop when you notice staff setting out some braised pork belly.

“Dee!” You call out to Divya. “Help me get a plate!”

She stops to turn to you only to say, “Do you see how full my hands are? Just come back for it later.”

You let out a pathetic whine when you see several patrons grabbing one plate after another.

You curse under your breath, torn between abandoning one of your plates to pick up some pork belly.

“Need some help there?” A male-sounding voice asked.

You whip your head around in confusion. Your mouth falls open when you see who was offering to assist you.

“Uhm–h-hi,” you say to the same man who gave you a lapdance and essentially dry-fucked you onstage in front of hundreds of people.

******

It was like a scene out of a movie. A bunch of male entertainers randomly running into a party of women who were in town for a bachelorette party, at a buffet–out of all the other buffets this city had to offer. You couldn’t have planned it better yourself.

Your parties pushed your tables together as chatter flowed casually. Jungkook sat next to you while his buddies, Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok chatted away with your girlfriends.

“How long are you in town for?” He asks you.

“We’re leaving tomorrow.” You answered.

His face faltered slightly. “I see. Early flight?”

You shook your head. “No, after lunch. Some of my friends will probably need some time to recover. They plan on staying up all night, trying to tick all of the boxes for this trip,” you laughed.

He laughed as well. “That’s cool. And a buffet is on your checklist?”

“Of course,” you smiled. “What about you? Do you hang out at buffets during the day when you’re not grinding your hips up at customers at night?”

He threw his head back and guffawed. You thought the way he wrinkled his nose when he laughed was adorable. “I mean, the food’s good here and they have the best selection out of the other places.”

You nod your head at his response.

“I’m glad to run into you, though,” he whispers in your ear, making you chuckle.

“Do you always say that to everyone you’ve given lapdances to?”

“No, because I almost never run into people I’ve given lapdances to,” He smiled, pushing some errant strands of hair away from your face.

You weren’t sure if he was full of shit or just being cute. Scratch that–you were sure about one of those things.

You laughed. “You’re cute.”

“Thanks. I think you’re cute, too.”

******

After brunch, your group didn’t have any solid plans before your reservations to The High Roller, a fancy Ferris wheel where groups of adult parties could avail of the open bar privileges in each pod.

One thing led to another and the next thing you knew, your group invited them for a bit of fun this afternoon.

Namjoon, the one whose dimples Myla wanted to drown in, suggested checking out the Seven Magic Mountains, an outdoor art installation in the desert which was a bit of a drive away. Since the strip was really more fun at night, exploring away from it was a welcomed idea.

You all head to the hotel’s parking lot to call for a rideshare when Jimin stops to check his weather app.

“Damn, the weather report says it’s going to rain,” Jimin remarks.

“What? But it looks so sunny out, though?” Hoseok countered.

“If it’s going to rain, I have another idea of what we could do indoors!” Namjoon pipes up. He suggests an indoor escape room at the next hotel. They also happen to have relatively cheaper casino games compared to the one at your hotel.

Everyone is in agreement until you realize that you planned to go back up to your room to take your jacket and change out of your bottoms.

“Sorry guys, I need to go back up to the room to grab a couple of things. I’ll come back down as fast as I can!”

“Need any help?” Jungkook offers.

Your girls start to snicker amongst themselves and you grow flustered.

“You don’t need to do that. I can find my way back,” you smiled, starting to walk back to the elevators.

“Right, but just in case you all decide to go on ahead to maximize time, at least you’ll have a local guy to show you around?”

You roll your eyes, thinking you could just humor this guy to stop your girlfriends from teasing you.

You relented. “Fine, you guys can go on ahead.”

“Just give us a call, YN,” Leia calls out, adding a mischievous wink while you and Jungkook walk back toward the elevators together.

When the doors shut and the cab ascends, you both stand on opposite corners.

You exchange looks as the cab ascends. He makes some remark about how much the hotel has changed since he was last here, to which you absently nod your head in blind agreement.

“Anyway,” he says in a sudden switch in subject, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you since last night.”

You gulped just as soon as the elevator dings its arrival on your floor. All you do is chuckle nervously and walk into the hallway, pretending you didn’t hear what he just said.

******

The censor beeps and you turn the door handle to enter the suite. Once you both stepped in, he caught you by your waist and gently spun you around to face him. Caging you against the wall, he asks, “I wasn’t sure if you heard what I said earlier?”

“I did,” you answer simply.

“I meant it.”

“Oh really,” you challenged.

“Yes,” he reaffirms. “Shall I show you?”

“I mean…it’s all empty words to me. Flirting is part of your job, isn’t it?”

He chuckled. “Last time I checked, I’m currently off the clock. So that must mean that I’m not bullshitting you.”

You smiled back at him. Truth or not, he was hot and you wanted to know more of what he was all about right this second. “Well, what are you waiting for then?”

He flashed a grin before he sealed his mouth over yours.

He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling through your kisses while he carried you toward the bed. All the while, your tongues continued to lick into each other’s mouths and your hands roved everywhere.

You stumble onto the bed closest to the door and he haphazardly strips you off your bottoms.

“Geez…fuckkk.” your hands fisted the sheets beneath you, Jungkook pinned your hips to the mattress and flitted his tongue against your clit. Your core tightened and your vision blurred while your body settles into the pleasure that his tongue and fingers were so intent on giving to you.

The sight of his dark head between your legs made your pulse thrum, racing in unison with the steady humming that he did against your flesh. You caught sight of your panties on one side of the bed–they were ruined, literally shredded to pieces from his grip, and yet he was still fully dressed.

“I’m ready.” You pushed your fingers into his hair. As much as you relished his oral expertise and would happily lie on this bed all day to enjoy it, you didn’t have the luxury of time. Not to mention that people were waiting on you to simply fetch a jacket.

If those few seconds where you cupped him by the doorway were any indication of what you felt underneath those jeans, you wanted it inside of you sooner rather than later.

“I’ll decide when you’re ready.”

“Come ooon,” you whine. “We have to—holy fuck!“ You gasped at the hard suctioning from his mouth, coupled with the two fingers he slid into you.

“You were saying?” He lifts his head, a cocky grin on his face while continuing to slowly rub the raw bundle of nerves deep within you.

“I want you inside…now,” you mewled while your legs shook.

“You’re so close, I can feel it,” he whispered before dipping his head down again to tease your swollen flesh with the tip of his tongue.

You plump your own breasts and tug at your nipples to get yourself closer to the edge.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jungkook breathes out at the sight of it.

You sucked in a deep breath as your climax neared. Even though you wanted his cock to fill you, the urge to cum while he ate you out was stronger.

You let out a breathy cry as you trembled through your orgasm, your back arched off the bed while you rode your high with each thrust of his fingers.

He hovers over you and whispers in your ear, “Atta girl.” His praise sent another course of shivers through you.

Eyes still shut, you groaned. “I’d come harder if you were inside me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smirked. You flutter your eyes open to see him pulling off his shirt. His jeans and boxers followed more slowly.

You push up and lean back on your elbows. It was much more seductive to watch him do this privately…without prying eyes and other thirsty bitches wanting a piece. This show was all for you and you alone.

He straightened from shoving his boxer briefs down, then knelt on the foot of the bed and crawled toward you.

He hovered over you, his hair falling around his face. Tilting his head, he lowered his mouth and lightly traced the seam of your lips with the tip of his tongue. “I’ve wanted to taste you since I first laid eyes on you.”

You dart your tongue out to lick his. “I could say the same about you.”

You gripped his hips, arching upward to try to feel his warm skin against yours. You needed that closeness…craved it, even. And at this moment, it didn’t matter that this wasn’t going any further past the four walls of this hotel suite. You just wanted him.

You catch a glimpse of something squeezed between his pointer and middle finger. He brings it up to his mouth and tears the foil open with his teeth.

He sits back on his heels to roll the condom on while you sit up to pull your top off.

You wrapped your fingers around his length. He moans softly when you slowly pump him in your fist. You lean closer to kiss him, your hand still sliding up and down.

He breaks the kiss for a moment to slot himself between your legs, lining himself up to your center. He cradles your nape to pull you back into a kiss.

Slowly, he pushes into you. That initial contact, the soreness, makes you gasp. He continues to inch his way in, gradually stretching and filling you. Your walls clench around him once he’s fully in.

Your nails dug into firm flesh of his ass and tugged him against you. you didn’t care that it might hurt. If you didn’t get him in you, you thought you’d lose your mind.

Jungkook slid his hand into your hair, fisting it to hold you where he wanted you. “Look at me.”

You stilled at the command in his voice. You stared up at him, your frustration melting as you watched a slow, gradual transformation sweep over his handsome face.

His features tightened first as if he were pained. A wince knit his brow. His lips parted with a gasp, his chest beginning to heave with labored breaths. His jaw ticked and his skin grew hot to the touch.

Your hands gripped onto his biceps, anticipation building.

“Fuck me, Jungkook,” you begged–hypersensitivity be damned.

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he utters before he sinks himself into you.

Your mouth was agape while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt him enter you inch by delicious inch–you could have sworn you’d just cum again and he hadn’t even started to move.

You gasped. He was hard and so, so deep into you. The connection was…indescribably intense.

His hips ground against yours. His entire body steeled, his chest muscles and arms visibly straining as he pulled out to the tip before he slams back into you–hard. The scene was reminiscent of the night before, where you were both in the same position, fully clothed.

Except now, he was actually inside of you…claiming you in every possible way.

You moaned in pleasure while his chest rumbled with a low growl. “Fuck, you feel so good…”

Tightening his hold on you, he started to fuck into you rhythmically, nailing your hips to the mattress with fierce thrusts.

He buried his face in your neck, feeling his hot, steady breaths in your ear. Thrusting harder and faster, gasping heated words that drove you absolutely crazy.

You were so focused on every move, every swivel of his hips, every stroke that had pleasure coursing through your whole body like electricity.

You moaned helplessly, his mouth slanting over yours, capturing it. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving a small trail of crescent indents on his flesh.

Another orgasm brewed within you, everything tightening, clenching, squeezing. He shoves one hand beneath your hip, cupping your ass to lift you to meet his thrusts. His cock stroked your aching center over and over.

“Ahh…holy sh–I’m…fuck…” you babbled incoherently.

“Right there with you, YN.”

With a broken sob, you climaxed in a rush. His body tenses, shuddering as his own orgasm rips through him.

He collapses on top, though careful not to put his full weight on you. You both try to catch your breaths, all the while having no clue how long you laid like that. His lips grazed over your shoulder and neck–it was an unexpected soothing moment.

******

“You know, your friends could get suspicious,” He chuckles, pointing to your outfit that was completely different from what you had on when you came up to your room.

You roll your eyes. “I’m sure they have a good idea of what went down.”

“Oh, do they?” He sauntered toward you, his arm snaking around your waist.

“Yeah. We’re all grown-ups here who just want to have a good time,” you answered him.

He leans in closer, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “And did you?”

“I did, thanks.” You give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Anyway, Yuna sent me a text saying that they’re at the restaurant if we want to meet up. You’re welcome to come if you want to?”

He sighs and carefully pulls himself away from you. “Ah, I wish I could but I gotta get back and get ready for the show.”

You shrug nonchalantly. “Oh okay.”

“I don’t get off ‘til 1AM. Sorry,” he says with regret.

“Hey, no need to apologize. We both got what we wanted,” you say simply.

He nods. “Are you leaving tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you answer. “Time to get back to reality and all that.”

“Well, if you’re ever in town again…” he says slowly.

Jungkook was cute, but he was just a fantasy. And this was just a one-time thing. You figured that he was just being nice.

“Sure,” you answer him vaguely. “I’ll hit you up.”

He smiled, walking toward you again. “Alright well…have a safe flight back, I guess?” He raised his hand to touch one of your fringed earrings.

“Thanks.”

Sure, he was just a one-time fuck but it was probably going to be a while before you’d forget about him.

He stood there, his face an inch away from you, staring.

“I thought you said you had to leave for work?” You chewed at your bottom lip and stared back at him.

“I did say that,” he whispers while he tongues his lip piercing. While you watch him do it, your body temperature quickly rises to a fever pitch once more.

He swallowed roughly. “Would you think it was incredibly cheesy if I asked for a goodbye kiss?”

What mesmerized you was his big, round eyes and the hint of vulnerability that flowed out of them. You’re not sure why but the thought of that made you want to give him anything that he asked for.

“No. You can have one.”

With your permission, he captures your mouth with his.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. You licked into his mouth, stroking your tongue along his eliciting a low growl from him.

His hand grazes the small of your back and moves lower until he reaches the swell of your ass. He gives it a definitive squeeze, making you jump slightly. He catches you and presses his body harder against yours, while you moan into his mouth.

You’re both breathless when you pull away. He presses his forehead against yours.

“Damn…I wish you lived around here,” he panted.

The yearning in his voice was unmistakable. Under normal circumstances, you would hang onto that, roll around, and coat yourself in it. But as any person knows, nobody expects permanence in this town. And whatever happens here…stays.

You giggled, dipping your head on his chest briefly. When you lift it, you see him smiling at you. “I mean…we had our fun, right?”

He flashed a warm smile and agreed. “Yeah, that was fun.”

******

You both make your way back down the hallway and toward the elevators and attempt to make small talk.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he answers.

“Your performances at the club…do you pretty much stick to the same routine every night?”

He shrugs. “Depends. Sometimes, the emcee asks the audience member to choose a dancer, sometimes it’s random. But we all stick to the same routine with a few improvisations.”

“Ah,” you nodded.

He pushes the ‘down’ button and immediately, one of the elevators opens up and you both step into the cab.

While it descends, you decide to sneak a glance at him only to find that he was doing the same thing. You both burst into laughter.

“Sorry…I didn’t mean to stare,” he says.

“It’s fine,” you smiled.

“So, why did you ask about the performances? Was there a number in particular that you were curious about?”

You shrugged absentmindedly, staring at your feet. “N-no reason. Just making conversation.”

He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as you approach the first floor.

You shake your thoughts out of your head, keeping in mind that your friends were waiting for you to rejoin them.

You didn’t know why you felt awkward all of a sudden. He’s just been inside you, for crying out loud! And yet, maybe the thought of him being this unattainable fantasy was what prompted you to say the things you had said last night and earlier today…or you were just horny.

You start to rub the back of your neck to diffuse the tension there. Yep…definitely a high percentage of just feeling horny.

Finally, the elevator doors open up and he steps out right before you. Before he gets too far, you capture his wrist and tug him back toward you. It takes him by surprise.

“You know what? I am curious about one thing.”

His eyebrow quirked with curiosity.

“That whipped cream number–”

Before you could finish, he cuts you off. “I remember passing a coffee shop around the corner. He grazes your chin with his thumb, making your pulse erratic. “Maybe we can buy a can from them and I can show you what really goes on after the lights go out.“ He cocked an eyebrow at you.

Your answer is immediate and a little too breathless. “Yes–let’s do that!”

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❝right place, right time❞

III. the tower.

parts: previously / next plot: funny what a near-death experience can do for motivation. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: surgeon!reader, secret identities, slow burn, you are put in a Situation, batman is there to pick up the pieces, you’re not thinking clearly, stop suppressing your emotions goddamn it, hurt/comfort, gang violence, guns, blood and surface wounds, dealing with the effects of trauma. words: 4.7k.

It starts out simple enough.

It’s 11 at night. You’re working late. Way up here, your office is quiet—Gotham quiet. There’s still rain battering the windows and police sirens distant and close and distant again, but it’s quiet enough. It becomes the backdrop of your night, a familiar melody. Your meager little lamp is all the company you have as you scribble away at paperwork you’d left to the last minute, and there’s a nagging in the back of your head about missed dinner. You think, if you can finish this up quickly, that you might treat yourself to the 24-hour diner down the street before heading home.

Only a few minutes pass before the nagging is accompanied by a stomach growl. You decide to make paperwork tomorrow you’s problem.

You grab your things and lock up your office and you’re getting off on the first floor when something snaps in the air like a firecracker. You’re no stranger to the sound, but you can’t recall the last time you’d heard a gunshot this close.

Down the hall, through a spattering of ER nurses with their hands above their heads, is a man with a gun pointed at you.

They train you for things like this in medical school. How to identify tattoos, clothes, and demeanor. How to say the right things so that you don’t get caught in the crossfire. How to deescalate until security guards are in the room with you.

Every once in a while (because it’s Gotham, because it’s your chosen hellhole), a gang war breaks out and the ER floods with members of all affiliations. Bloodied and brawling, it trickles into the waiting rooms and operating rooms. No matter how much they all hated each other, they all bled the same.

You wonder how this one will end.

The man is frenzied. You can see through his tattered pants leg that he’d been slashed or maybe shot at, it’s hard to see from so far away, but he lets you get a closer look eventually. He’s limping as quickly as he can down the hall toward you, gun never wavering. Some nurses behind him turn and whisper about what to do. If you strain to hear over the ringing in your ears, you can make out more commotion coming from the ER still.

“Where the fuck is he?” The approaching man spits at you. He’s feet away now, and if it weren’t for his arm outstretched, he’d be right in your face. “Where the fuck is Ghost?”

He says the name like you ought to know this “Ghost”. You raise your hands carefully to show you mean no harm, shaking all the while. You consider what you can say that won’t anger him further, “I don’t know who Ghost is,” you stammer, “did he come through here?”

“Don’t fucking play with me. I know that motherfucker cut a deal. I’m not letting him outta this hospital alive.”

You’re careful not to look around lest it alert him, but you’re struggling to put together a response on the little context you have. Staring down the barrel of his gun is all you can think to do.

The longer you take, the more agitated he becomes. He steps forward and presses the gun against your temple and that’s when the words start jumping out of your mouth, “He was badly injured, right? Worse than you?” His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t correct you, “he’s probably in surgery if they took him somewhere. GCPD can’t interfere until he’s stabilized. He’s still in the building.”

Whatever you’ve said seems to be the right thing because the gun isn’t cutting into you anymore. You can pick up movement behind him in your peripheral, nurses corralling other gang members and keeping the hallway clear. Some calling for more guards, the police, anyone.

You share a few breaths with the man. He’s taller than you with an army buzz coated in droplets of rain. He’s soaked to the bone and still freshly bleeding from his thigh. He neither shivers nor buckles, driven by pure adrenaline. You watch his jaw clench and unclench as your words settle in. He must believe you, at the very least, because he’s not pulling the trigger.

You’re gonna have to remember this face later when the GCPD asks. You try to soak in each detail with the optimism that you will, that you’ll make it out of this alive. You try to be present and not with your stomach that’s grumbling or your brain short-circuiting on too little sleep and too much fear.

You think about what you’re gonna say to Em in two days time; not tomorrow, no, they’d probably tell you to take the day off. She’s going to hear about you being held at gunpoint just days after being offered a job at Wayne Enterprises and you’ll actually be able to laugh when she says “I told you so”. It would be funny, then. In two days time. You’d get to live to see that.

“Take me to him.”

Ghost, you gather, is a dead man. If not him, then you and everyone in the SICU.

You don’t dare speak without being spoken to, even as the elevator ride leaves nothing but labored breathing between you two. It’s a miracle he keeps his gun at his side the whole time, but with his back pressed against a corner, it would take him only a second to put a bullet through your skull if you tried to make a move.

You wonder if the police have arrived yet. What’s going on over the radios? Has all hell broken loose downstairs? What is your captor, Ghost’s executioner, going to bring down upon this hospital when he pulls the trigger? And you, the one who led him to his target... what would that mean for you? When it came to situations like this, you didn’t find people very forgiving.

“Fucking slow...” Your captor hisses near you, eyes glued to the steadily ascending floors to pass the time. “What floor is he on?”

You see the counter tick to 12. “18.”

You’d celebrated too soon. The gun is back, digging into the back of your head now, and one of his hands is gripping your upper arm tight, “When those doors open, you’re gonna walk me to where he’s at. If you try anything, I’m blowin’ your brains out.”

There’s a good chance that he will regardless, but you were being optimistic, remember?

The next six pass by at an excruciatingly slow pace. Your captor’s annoyance is tangible, coating the already bloody air with tension. Your heart hammers angrily. There’s a moment where you think that you might keel over and vomit up all the fear pooling in your belly, wrapping around your hunger and squeezing until there’s no room for food even if you could eat. But your jaw is locked. If it came up, you doubted you’d have the courage to open your mouth for fear your life would end much quicker.

At floor 18, the doors finally part.

You’ve never seen it like this. Half the lights are off, the other half flickering as if struggling to connect to the power. A floor usually bustling with life is completely dead. There are ominous beeps from comms left unattended and machines once in use, now abandoned. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that everyone on this floor had vanished into thin air.

Your captor shoves you out into the eerie hall while you’re forced to stare forward. You step over scattered files, nearly roll your ankle on a pen that you missed.

“Where the fuck is everybody?” He snarls, as if you and every doctor in this hospital have some kind of hive mind to tap into.

You frantically search with the limited movement his gun at your head gives you, but come up empty. With each room you pass, doors are thrown open with no one inside. You pass by a window and make out a helicopter hovering over the building, flashing its light through. You can’t make out if it’s GCPD or the news.

You’re jolted back to reality when the gun digs painfully into your head again, “You said he was up here.”

“He’s supposed to be. The ER probably alerted them. They must’ve cleared out.”

“Where else would they take him? You said GCPD can’t book him ‘til he’s stable.”

“They might have moved somewhere we wouldn’t know to look,” it’s agony trying to rationalize with someone so keen on killing you while keeping a steady walk, “somewhere they can finish up before the police come looking for you.”

Your captor curses. You can tell he’s starting to feel cornered, and that didn’t spell anything good for you. He couldn’t finish off Ghost like he wanted, but he had a hostage now. You deigned to think of the demands he could make with your life on the line.

Maybe you’d get two days off.

The dark humor isn’t appreciated, even as your mind betrays you with it. Passing by a larger grouping of windows shows the utter chaos beginning to gather outside. There are more helicopters shaking the building, police cars lining the streets below.

Perhaps it’s the fear, but your mind subconsciously drifts. You can’t see much from up here but your eyes still scan for that darkly clad figure. You wonder if he’s gotten those stitches out by now, and if he’s somewhere in the building watching you on security cameras and planning the perfect way to get you out of here alive. You imagine, for your sanity, that he’s somewhere on this floor now. Watching you. Waiting for the moment to strike. You search the shadows for him but come up empty.

“Alright, change of plans.” Your captor announces. Before you can turn to look at him, he’s shoving you hard into a wall and pressing his gun up into the soft flesh of your chin. This close, you can see his eyes speckled with blue every time the light above you flickers on. Blue. You’re looking for him again. “You’re getting me out of here.”

“What about Ghost?”

“Don’t you fucking worry about it. I’ll take care of that later. If you’re good, I might even make it quick.” It being the gun nestled just so, perfect for a swift death.

Oh God, your mother might be watching the news. You’d dropped your phone downstairs after the gunshot. It was probably ringing like crazy. She must be so worried.

And Metropolis would have been so nice. Sure, the rent was higher but it was worth it. And who didn’t leave medical school drowning in student loans? And it was less humid there, more sunny days. You would have better things to worry about, like what you’d say to Superman if you ever got the chance to get his autograph. What would Bruce Wayne say when they found your dead body in a back alley just days after he’d last seen you? What would Em say? Your boss? Your mother?

You don’t understand why he looks so uncomfortable all of a sudden, not until you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks. Fuck. You were crying, too. The adrenaline was wearing off.

Your captor opens his mouth, grabs you by the neck of your scrubs, and is about to yank you back onto your feet when the gun is torn away. You don’t know what it is but there’s a commotion in the dark beside you, a fight with your captor, and you flinch away as bullets fly off all into the ceiling. You hear glass shatter, metal ricocheting. The lights flicker on and off, on and off.

Your body collapses to the floor without his weight supporting you. You’re breathing harder and faster and gulping in air that doesn’t smell so overwhelmingly of blood anymore. You can pick up on something else instead. A fresh wave of rainfall.

Through the tears and lights flashing on and off, on and off, you see him.

He’s fast and heavy. You realize that you’ve never actually seen Batman in action, just photos and blurry videos from afar that hardly did what he left behind justice. You’d seen the gaggles of gang members left hanging by their ankles on streetlights and wondered just how strong a man had to be to do that kind of damage.

Every punch is forceful, personal. It doesn’t take many after the gun is kicked away for him to put your captor to sleep. He falls into a nearby cart and the clatter of metal shakes you, makes you let out just the smallest whimper.

And Batman’s head snaps to you.

He’s crouching before you can register it, a hand on your shoulder. The air displaced around his sudden movement carries the scent of rain and the city. “Hey,” he calls, his voice an octave or so higher than it was on the fire escape, “are you hurt?”

Your arm is probably bruised. The back of your head too, now that you think about it. It doesn’t help that his hand on your shoulder rattles you when you take too long to reply.

Your mouth opens, trying to think of what to say. You croak around his name and cringe at how dry your throat has gotten. Crying and missing dinner would do that, you supposed.

One of your hands reaches out to him and lands on his chest, then weakly falls to his thigh, searching for something warm and human to hold onto. Something other than your scrubs slick with sweat. You can’t even ask for it.

But something clicks in his eyes when the light flickers on. He takes your hand and pulls you—practically dragging you—until your hand is wrapping around his back and buried in his cape. Your other hand follows suit and if you weren’t so panicked, you’d take the time to properly lose your mind when his hand cradles your head to his chest. With the way he’s crouched, you’re shielded from the hallway by the dark expanse of his shoulders.

Your captor’s body is out of sight, and so is the broken glass and the bullet shells and the gun. It’s just you and the Bat. His warm breath, the scent of him along his exposed jaw, the faint beat of his heart beneath his armor. You feel his thumb brush your cheek ever so slightly. He shushes you as you choke on a sob, “I’ve got you. You’re safe. He won’t hurt you again.”

Maybe when all this settles, you’ll believe him. But for now, you hide your face in his neck and he lets you.

You can’t remember the last time someone had carried you. You’re weightless, his arms hooked under your knees and around your back as he rises—slowly, as to not shake you—and begins the trek back to the elevator. His armor is difficult to grasp onto; you struggle as such to find something and seize the back of his neck, finally, fingers pressing into the soft give of his cowl. You feel his head shift above you, eyes weighing on your person, but you keep your head low and tucked.

Blood pounds in your ears. Batman’s hand flexes under your knee. Gravity lowers you 18 flights into the chaos of the ER.

It’s all so sudden. The noise of ten times the people from before forces you further into the calm of Batman’s body. You can pick up on police radio, a chorus of your savior’s name and yours the minute the doors open. Even as the warmth of other bodies begin to surround you, Batman keeps his steady pace well until your foot is bumping a stretcher.

“...hurt anywhere?” A voice distant to your ears asks, and then four more hands are helping you onto the cushion. It takes you a moment to figure out that the question isn’t directed at you.

“Shots were fired, none of them hit.” The deep rumble of Batman’s voice makes you cling to his neck further. When a latex hand takes hold of your wrist, you come to instantly.

The ER is just as crowded as you expected. GCPD and trauma nurses bloat the hallways, stumbling over each other to do their jobs. Two nurses are looking over you and Batman is hovering beside your stretcher, leaning with your hand still cupped around the back of his neck. He doesn’t ask you to let go, doesn’t pull away from you.

“Open wounds on your calf, seemed to have cut a vein. We need to get the glass out.” One nurse tells you.

“Where is he?” A cop appears by Batman’s side, frantic.

“18th floor. Unconscious and armed.” Batman answers.

“Stretch your leg this way, hon.” The other nurse commands, pressing wet cloth to burning skin. Batman moves it for you when you don’t react. The other nurse starts running in the other direction when a new wave of patients enter the room.

A shard catches on your torn flesh just as another cop appears, “We need you out there, Batman. It’s a bloodbath.”

“How many are there?”

“Too many. If they’re not in here and they’re not dead, they’re out there.”

Another shard removed has you flinching into him, drawing his attention away from the officer. “Almost done,” the nurse working at your leg is careful with the last few, “then I can give you something for the bruising on your arm.”

“Batman.” This time, his name is said with urgency. The cop is staring you down. You felt certain that if it wouldn’t be frowned upon, he’d have yanked Batman free of you by now.

Your rational brain was aware that you should let go. You were one person in the midst of tens of them, most worse off than you in every way. He was better off saving lives out there. You were fine. You were... you were physically fine.

And you’d be back to yourself in a few hours, right? You’d be fine.

You don’t realize the warmth of Batman’s hand leaves your knee until it’s curling around the side of your throat. His firm thumb props your chin up until you’re both face to face, until you’re swimming in that blue you’d been searching for. Your lips part; they were just as stunning as they were the first time you’d seen them up close.

The ER is quiet all of a sudden. You swore, even with the tugging in your leg, that you and him were utterly alone.

“I have to go.” He leaves no room for argument, but the openness of his expression shocks you. As if he was asking you. As if he’d stay if you denied him.

It keeps happening like this. Him leaving when he gets too close, you letting him go when it’s never what you want.

But your head nods on its own, assuring that you got the message. All too soon, he’s tugging your hand away and storming out of the ER and back into the streets. One second, his cape is catching in the wind. You watch, blinking for just a second. The next, he’s gone.

It’s enough to awaken you, get your left brain kicking again. You slip your fingers past the nurse’s working to slow the blood flow on your leg and press them into the gauze, stinging wound and all. She stares up at you, startled. You try your best at a smile, “They need you in there. Don’t worry, I’ve got it.”

She only pulls away from you when your hand steadies on the gauze. She starts to tell you how to wrap it, forgetting your position, then thinks better of it and leaves you there.

Besides your calf beginning to throb, it’s a minor cut. Worse than nicking yourself shaving but nothing to cry about. You wrap it like muscle memory. It’s not that bad. You can help while you’re here. No doubt the trauma team is swamped as it is.

But as you slide off the stretcher, the throb burns up your leg and you gasp, a new rush of tears following suit as you collapse back against the cushion. Try as you might, the tears refuse to stop.

It’s not that bad. It’s barely anything. It’s nothing.

It could have been worse. So, so much worse. Maybe that’s why this paralyzes you. You’re watching your colleagues rush by saving lives, there are countless others out in the streets right now giving theirs to stop a senseless war, and you’re standing here shaking because you thought that for just a moment, this is where it all ended for you. A little glass in your leg. A bruise on your arm. What could have been a bullet in your brain.

A pair of cops pass by dragging someone with them. Your captor, conscious and in cuffs, is stumbling between them sporting a black eye that blots up into his hairline and down into his lopsided nose. With the one eye that can open, he looks over at you, just as quickly flinching in the other direction as they bring him out into the rain. You doubted it was guilt that made him look away. Your tears didn’t do shit the first time, why would they now?

But when you cried the first time, he showed up. As if the sky had opened and delivered him to you. Right when you needed him.

You take a few more minutes to breathe through the pain.

You get your two days off.

It’s two days of sitting on the couch, two days of poking at your bruises to feel something other than boredom, two days of phone calls and texts about the bloodiest gang war in Gotham City since Falcone was kingpin. Your captor had been identified and put away in Arkham along with the famed Ghost. If vengeance couldn’t be had in Gotham General, it would be had in the prison yard.

You punctuate your feelings with the sharp flicks and loops of your pen on paper, just thankful the nap you’d gotten in had curbed your anger for the most part, “I said I’m fine.”

“Well, you don’t look fine.” Your mother is only one woman but she suffocates the room with her presence. Your father, on the other hand, has confined himself to the couch with his head in his hands. “Honestly, I don’t know where you get your bullheadedness from.”

You restrain your tongue behind your teeth in fear you might say something that’ll get her even angrier at you, “They checked me over. I’m fine.”

“Yeah, and you’re lucky for that. Did you know the man that held you hostage had a warrant out for his arrest? First-degree murder of a cop! He could’ve killed you too.”

Your mind flashes back to the memory of his gun digging into you. You squint to push it out.

You’re thankful for the silence after that, but only seconds pass before your mother is fussing again, pacing the room as if she might just explode. Your father’s head is now perched on his fist. He makes no move to defend you or her, just stares off into space with a glass-eyed look. “You know what? Pack your things. We’re moving you out of Gotham.”

“Mom, no.”

“Yes. I told you months ago to find a new place, do better for yourself, and then I hear you’re caught in the middle of a gang war—on TV no less—and- no, no. You’re coming to stay with us in Jersey until we can get you a job with our PCM.”

The house in New Jersey that your parents had moved to as soon as you’d graduated was perfect for them. They’d made their life there, had crafted their happy ending away from Gotham. They had expected you to follow, but that had been years ago. You’d hoped those expectations had died along with whatever version of you they’d been holding onto. Clearly not.

God help you. If you could go back in time to last night, you’d cave that fucker’s nose in just for giving your parents the perfect argument to make you go back home. To their home.

You continue signing off paperwork as if you hadn’t even heard her, a skill you’d perfected in your teens when you stayed out too late and courted the city in ways that “just weren’t safe” for a kid your age.

Except this time, you weren’t just being a kid. You had almost lost your life last night.

Your mom is complaining to your dad about you, you can just kind of hear it as you continue to tune them out. You’re just about to cut your vacation short and head to your office for quiet when someone knocks at your front door.

Your mother is the fastest, rushing to the door with all the fury of a woman scorned. She yanks the door open just a fraction and demands that your visitor leave you be. Before you can even think to admonish her, you notice her hand go slack on the doorknob.

The door opens. You see flower petals before you see a face, the vase of flowers in their hands standing tall and wide, so much so that it brushes the door frame on all sides on its journey to your coffee table. When it’s set down before you, finally, you’re greeted by the delivery person and an envelope dangling in your face, your name an uncertain question as they wait for you to accept.

You stare, dumbfounded. You’d already made all the calls, had reassured friends and distant family alike that you were fine and alive and that you’d appreciated the concern. No one had mentioned sending you anything.

You take the card gingerly, ignoring your mother’s curious “who’s it from?” in favor of admiring it. Your name is printed in fine, midnight black calligraphy. Just by turning it to the light, you can tell it was truly handwritten. You poke beneath the seal flap until it gives way. A neat card sits inside.

Some color to resemble sunshine, something we Gothamites don’t get enough of. Hopefully you’re not deathly allergic like me.

Take care.

Sincerely,

The office of...

“...Bruce Wayne.” Your mother finishes over your shoulder. The disbelief is clear in her tone. For once, she has nothing to say.

The delivery person, who you’d thought would have made a break for it already, hovers in your living room with a wobbly smile. You wonder if it’s their first delivery. You couldn’t imagine the pressure. Your turbulent expression must not help because they’re stumbling out of there the minute you make eye contact.

“What’s Bruce Wayne sending you flowers for?” For the first time, your father chimes in, examining the bouquet with a critical eye, as if he could tell the difference between a rose and a peony.

You stare down the card once more, touch delighting in the feel of the high-quality card stock and the smell of flowers clinging to it still. The bush of orange and yellow is refreshing with all the rain. You notice that the writing inside the card is handwritten too. Had... Bruce really written it himself?

You imagined Bruce Wayne, the Bruce whose ludicrous job offer you’d rejected days ago, personally writing you a get-well soon card... on top of a bouquet of the most wonderful smelling flowers you’ve ever seen.

You couldn’t imagine why for the life of you. Was it sincere? Was it mocking, poking at your brush with death days after claiming you would rather remain here than up in the safety of his tower? Had he even known it’d been sent, or had a personal assistant called it in? Why would he care? Why do you care? You’d almost died.

“Where are you going?” Your mother’s voice feels far away, underwater when you come to. You’re standing at the front door all of a sudden, bag slung over your shoulder and card gripped in hand. Your parents are staring at you like you’ve grown a second head. Or a third, more grotesque than the last.

You haven’t explained anything and right now, you really don’t care to, “Call me when you guys make it home. Love you.”

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incorrectbatfam · 4 months

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What do the Goofy Gooners look like .. asking for a friend …

Rob is a tired dad with an inferiority complex. He doesn't put much effort into his appearance because basic hygiene already saps a lot of his energy. He has reddish-brown hair that he keeps short for convenience and doesn't shave as often as he should, so there's always a thin layer of stubble. I picture him to be around 33 but stress makes him look older. He usually wears the same basic t-shirts and cargo pants—a polo would be fancy for him. He's on the underweight side because he frequently skips meals so his kids and Milo have enough. He also has random tattoos scattered over his arms plus one on his leg and neck. They don't mean anything, just dumb stuff he got when he was younger, including a winking emoticon and the Pillsbury doughboy.

Blaise is 26 and you can tell he's a stoner from the get-go. He has dirty blonde hair that he grows out but hardly maintains, and the same level of effort goes for his clothes. He often wears things he finds in dumpsters or thrift stores and chooses comfort over style. His clothes have lots of hidden pockets for lighters, firecrackers, and weapons. He's tall and lanky, which makes living out of Milo's car in the parking lot awkward (Rob offered his apartment but he declined). Similar to Rob, Blaise also has a number of meaningless tattoos plus several piercings. He also plays the guitar and keeps his lucky pick on a necklace.

Kellin is a 20-year-old originally hailing from Thailand. Their assassin parents trained them in gymnastics, martial arts, and various weaponry from a young age in hopes that Kellin would follow in the family's footsteps and join the League of Assassins. That obviously didn't work out and they traveled around as an independent hitman (hitperson?) for a couple years before they landed in Gotham. They're always battle-ready—if they could shower in their assassin uniform they would. They changed their name and keep their hair just long enough to mask their face. They're fluent in English, Thai, Vietnamese, Chinese, and Arabic, but they prefer to let their actions speak for them instead.

Molly is a 25-year-old trans woman who incorporates her jobs as a drug dealer, team strategist, and nightclub DJ in a single look. She has long dark hair dyed with neon streaks but ties it up when fighting. She's not the most formidable combatant but she has basic fighting skills and is very calculative. Her primary weapon is a metal baseball bat, inspired by her favorite anti-hero, Harley Quinn. She also has a belt equipped with her experimental chemicals and smoke pellets. However, she's not allowed to pair up with Blaise on missions because it's an open secret that the two of them can't focus around each other.

Otto is a war veteran and car mechanic around the same age as Alfred, but that's where the similarities end. He's been wearing the same mechanic's uniform for the past four decades, the only differences between then and now being his hair thinning, a couple front teeth falling out, and acquiring a beer gut. His arms are covered in scabs and scars from the job and he's had trouble with his right knee ever since the army. On the surface he seems like a Boomer yelling at kids to get off his lawn, but he's more like a stern but well-intentioned grandpa who is disappointed to see nothing much has changed over the years.

Milo is your standard 15-year-old delinquent. He's slightly small for his age and doesn't pack that big of a punch on his own, but put him behind the wheel and he's a total menace. When he's not driving, he keeps himself stimulated with video games or his collection of keychains (his favorite is purple bat because of his puppy crush on Spoiler). His look is reminiscent of early 2000s skater punks, including a bright red mohawk and his trusty headphones. Everything he owns, minus his car, fits into a single backpack. His weapon, on the rare occasion Rob lets him on the front line, is a batarang he found on the street.

Gene is someone you would never expect to have so many issues because on the outside he looks like an average 40-year-old glasses-wearing office worker. He has short sandy hair and dark circles under his eyes from nightmares. His meds help a lot, but sometimes he's still seen pacing around and muttering to himself. He's not a danger anymore compared to the past, which is why Rob trusts him enough to share an apartment. Gene focuses his nervous energy into his research and tinkering instead, amassing a comedic collection of hyperspecific gadgets.

Mac is basically the guy in the chair. He's 30 and has thick glasses, thick curly brown hair, a thin goatee, and almost exclusively wears flannel. His nails are down to a nub because he bites them when concentrating. He's also often seen with chips or an energy drink in his hands and wears a jailbroken smart watch. Of the team, he has the least physical prowess but the most brain power. He doesn't see combat often but keeps a pistol in case. He turned an old ice cream truck into his home/mobile office so he can plug in anywhere. Like Kellin, he's also not from Gotham, but instead Fawcett City and has a distinct Minnesota accent.

Booker is a 19-year-old Gotham U student and the third member of the team's Glasses Trio. He's an intelligent guy slated to graduate a year early and thus needs his internship credits sooner. He's very polite (albeit a little socially awkward) and puts his best foot forward by coming into work with slacks and fun patterned suspenders even though he doesn't have to. His hair has a slightly uneven fade because his sister insisted on practicing on him for cosmetology school, so he covers it with a fedora. He carries his things in a laptop bag and has an enthusiastic bounce in his step that only newbies would have.

Jackie and Gunner are Rob's 6-year-old twins (Jackie being 8 minutes older) and are the babies of this hodgepodge family. Jackie takes after her late mother with frizzy black hair usually tied in pigtails. She loves wearing pink, reads way above her level, and is a horse girl in that she wants one to stomp on the people she doesn't like. Gunner looks more like his dad, though his hair is a little messier and overgrown. He hates school but loves dirt and monster trucks. Both of them have a troublesome streak but Jackie's a little better at hiding it. They quarrel like siblings do but at the end of the day, they always stick up for each other.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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No! You can't do this to me! Handyman Jason!? Him lying on your kitchen floor to fix the sink? Him giving in to the elderly Miss Mags because damn if she wasn't like a feisty Alfred (oh, Alfred would love her!)? This big brute of a man is just a big Saint Bernard puppy, and that is my WEAKNESS!!!!!!!!

Would be a shame if.... he slipped fixing that pool earlier in the day... comes back at 7, sopping wet like a poor kitten. Someone's gotta clean him up. (My brain won't stop, ignore me XD)

It was a little before 7 when Jaso pulled back up in front of the town house, following the smell of grilling meat to the front door. And his stomach growled.

It had been a long day. A really long day. But as he shifted the bottle of wine into the other arm and opened the back gate to the little patio, he didn't really feel tired.

"Behave, Mags," you tell her.

And Jason stopped, pausing just inside the gate, not sure if he should go forward or back.

"He's a nice boy-"

"Maggie," you sigh, "Please. I just left Jack I don't think-"

"You should have left a long time ago. Honey-"

"Don't 'honey' me," you caution. "You know why I didn't leave. It was complicated. There was the business and the-"

"I'll 'Honey' you any time I want," she huffed. "I used to diaper your ass. Don't think that means I won't kick it-"

"You go on and try. I'll pack you a lunch."

Jason felt his cheeks color even as he tried to suppress a laugh. Apparently you inherited a firecracker streak from Maggie. And, you hadn't said he wasn't a nice boy- Mentally, he slapped the back of his hand. Not yet.

"All I'm saying is you're still young, honey. Live a little-"

"Mags, we have fun-"

"Oh yeah. Bingo with a bunch of old biddies. What fun is that when there's a hunk like that. And I have it on good authority he's single-"

"Mags."

"What? Get the girls out while they still sit at attention. No one's gonna wanna see 'em once they're down to your knees."

"Jesus-"

"I got a tattoo of a horse when I was 19 and now the stupid thing is a giraffe."

And Jason can't help it. He snorts, letting the gate slam behind him to announce his presence.

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translightyagami · 2 months

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Hi! I’m James, and this is my blog :^) I’ve been writing Death Note fanfiction since 5ever and this is a whole list of my OVER 50 Death Note fics.

This is a combination of my two AO3 accounts. I have all fics with trans characters marked with a T. For avoidfilledwithcelluloid, I have fics marked E if they’re explicit. Didn’t do that for my other account, coprinus_atramentarius, because all of those fics are explicit. Most of this is Lawlight, but there’s also Mikalight, Remisa, LMisa, just to name a few others. Enjoy and make sure to leave nice comments when you’re through!

avoidfilledwithcelluloid fics

Chapter Fic

sit and stay awhile complete, T

“Light has a fantasy of sitting in L’s lap, and he’s got a plan to make that a reality.”

the art of ink and flowers incomplete, E, T

“Light needs an apprentice and thinks he’s found the perfect one in young firecracker Mello. Now to deal with Mello’s uncle, the strange, mysterious, and - oops! - super hot florist Ryuzaki, who doesn’t want his nephew near a tattoo parlor. What could possibly go wrong?”

i could write it (better than you ever felt it) incomplete

“Light works in the To-Oh university library, where he meets his favorite romantic mystery author, Eraldo Coil, who later reveals himself to be the great detective L. Through the course of their working together to solve a crime, Light finds he might have feelings for L and those feelings might be shared by the detective novelist.”

your heart is an empty cup incomplete

“Light is the assistant manager of a Starbucks in NYC, and L is one of his most annoying customers. When L accuses Light (correctly) of being Kira, as well as mysteriously asking for his help on a different case, the barista has to decide if he’s ready to get in bed with the enemy – maybe even literally.”

the forest holds strange creatures complete, E, T

“Light, a paranormal research grad student, comes to a small town trying to find a mysterious cryptid. He finds L, a 10-foot-tall tree creature, who helps Light discover the greatest cryptid of all: love. The only reason this one is in the chapter fic section is because it includes a Halloween special chapter with the intro of Beyond Birthday into the cryptid AU.”

At Your Service complete, E, T

“The Yagami family owns the sprawling, exclusive Hotel Kitsune where all sorts of international espionage agents make their temporary home. That includes the great detective L, whose romantic tension with Light comes to a boiling point when he comes to stay after a long absence.”

best practices complete, E, T

“Light has been working his way to the top of the corporate ladder thanks to his own hard work, and his more-than-close relationship with L, the company CEO and founder’s son. Their relationship comes to a head when L challenges Light to open himself up, making him vulnerable to showing the true depth of what he feels for L and his own desire to explore sexual power dynamics.”

One-Shots

Lawlight

constricting, T

“Light breaks L’s favorite tea cup in their kitchen, and L eats him out because he loves his husband so much.”

tell me I’m good, E

“In the middle of the night, L receives a drunk call from Light, hiding in the bathroom at a party. The call, turning from desperate to horny, reveals more about Light than L wanted to know.”

if at first you don’t succeed E, T

“Light gave his first blow job and accidentally bit L on the dick. He tries to make up for his mistake by trying again.”

let me work on you E, T

“As the result of losing bet to him, Light has to be L’s computer desk – naked and laying over his boyfriend’s lap. Of course, when L gives him another sexy challenge, Light can’t help but rise to the occasion.”

Buried Alive

“L and Light live together in L’s underground bunker after the apocalypse scorches the Earth. They watch some VHS tapes and do some gardening.”

Our Little Secret E

“After getting his memories, his freedom, back, Light wants to give L a gift: Kira tied up at his mercy. But L isn’t so sure if that gift is the one he really wants.”

The Light of the Moon E, T

“L is a vampire and accidentally bites Light, who is haunted by dreams that make him question why he wants L to bite him again (and maybe … something more …)”

little animals E

“Light and his werewolf boyfriend L fuck in their backyard garden.”

Change OR the one where L and Light get married E, T, A gift fic for @ohgodplsdontlook.

“Six years after the Kira case closes, L and Light go have a wedding in the mansion where L spent his childhood summers. They bring the Yagami family, their baggage, and vows to share each other’s secrets.”

a divine power E

“L has a particular power that has helped him get confessions from even the most hardened, tight-lipped criminals, and he offers to use this power on Light to get an honest answer to the question “Are You Kira?” Not really believing L’s power is real (and also smelling an easy way to lie his way out of being caught) Light agrees to submit to this bizarre investigative power - not realizing that L is about to make him a *very* honest man. (TL;DR, L has a Magic Cock That Makes Anyone He Fucks Fall in Love With Him AU.)”

Possession E

“After being killed by his family for being Kira, Light makes a deal with the demon L to get back to the mortal realm - a very, very sexy deal.”

Fantasy of a Fantasy E, T

“While monitoring the Yagami family home for suspicious activity, L catches Light getting off to a dirty magazine and projects what he thinks his main suspect’s fantasies might be.”

the chains that bind us E, T

“Obligatory post-Yotsuba arc fic where Light is released from the handcuffs, and wants desperately to be back in bondage with L. Features a very creative use of the handcuff chain.”

Kept E, T

“Omegaverse AU where Light cooks up a horny evil scheme so that L won’t throw him in jail, and also lets him get that alpha lovin’ he so desires.”

so glad you’re home E, T

“L returns from a solo case and he and Light have a purr-fect homecoming together - including some spanking, cat ears, and a shower of sappy affection.”

Yours and Mine, E

“During a Kira case work day while handcuffed together, L and Light sneak off for some fun.”

Non-Lawlight

tell me the truth, T

“Light and Matsuda hit up a bar after work, and then Light hits up Matsuda for sex, praise, and a distraction from the deep emptiness inside him.”

alterations E, T

“Light comes to visit his boyfriend Mikami at his fancy law office and suggests they have sex there. When Mikami reacts unfavorably, Light has to do damage control, and it smarts a lot more than he expected.”

lizard E, T

“Light meets a beefcake guy at a bar on the anniversary of L’s death, and lets him take him home” (Lizard is my death note OC, and the fic was a wonderful commission from @queerical)

24-Hour Gym

“After the yellow warehouse goes (mortally) in their favor, Light and Mikami frequent the same 24-hour gym. Eventually, after seeing all his work out skills, Light asks Mikami if he can bench press *Kira*.”

a big bag of factory reject seeds

“Misa keeps seeing L's ghost around the apartment and eventually, she dreams about him. But everything is not how it seems.”

Short Fic Compliation

hand in unlovable hand

Okay so I’ve been answering Tumblr askbox prompts for over 2 years now, and this? This is ALL of the Lawlight fics. There are over 70 Lawlight fics in this compilation, with all the nsfw fics marked as such. Here are somethings you’ll find in this horde: an AU where L is fat; dirty talk; ghost sex; phone calls about buying a house; early morning tea; kissing; spanking; bondage; L’s hair being brushed; and much, much more. If you have wished for a particular type of Lawlight fic, it is probably in this bunch.

Containing Multitudes

Like i said, I’ve been answering all types of Tumblr prompts. These are all the multi-pairing fics that are not Lawlight. In over 20 fics, you’ll find Mikalight, Light/Misa, Misa/Takada, Misa/Rem, Light/Namikawa, Beyond/Light, Light/Matsuda, and even a few ones with Light and my DN OC Lizard. All nsfw fics are marked as such.

hereditary

All the Tumblr prompt fics I wrote specifically about the Yagami Family. About 4 fics long, includes a really nice couple of Sayu and Light sibling sadness fics.

bottom shelf erotica

These are the 5 fics that I wrote to fill Death Note kinkmeme prompts. They are few frills, dirty, sloppy, all bottom Light smut fics. Also, since I didn’t want to give myself away on kinkmeme they’re all cis stuff. (because really who else would have been throwing trans smut up there?)

something between us (anyway)

a slowly updating collection of 10 tumblr fic requests I received for the pairings of lawlight and (my DN OC) lizard/light, covering prompts including omegaverse, coffee shop AU, sexy lingerie, and much, much more.

kinktober 2021

updated each saturday of Oct. 2021, these five fics all revolve around lawlight and specific kinky prompts.

Gift Exchange Fics

your father’s son, T

A Secret Shinigami 2018 gift for AbbodonAbandon. Light and Soichiro have a talk about why Light quit the tennis team. Lots of trans shit in here.

in your shoes, E

A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @pashmina-dhaage. L is a professor who is having a quiet relationship with one of his grad students, Light. When he sees Light through his office window stepping in mud, L rushes to give him the shoes off his feet.

wash it out

A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @complicatedmerary. Mikami and Light, a pianist and violinist respectively with the same opera company, are carrying on a passionate affair while Light remains married to the opera’s soprano, Misa.

coprinus_atramentarius fics aka my smut-only ao3 account

Bottom Light

In Your Place, T, omegaverse junk series

“Ide, Matsuda, and Aizawa ask L how he deals with Omegas; Light finds out the answer firsthand.”

let go, T, omegaverse junk series

“L offers Light a chance to get out of being his Omega; Light is unsure if that's what his problem really is.”

pillow talk

“L and Light discuss his reluctance to accept Light's father's invitation to a Yagami house dinner. A little saucy conversation between two dudes who only want the worst for each other but are also a little in lust with each other. Pre-Yotsuba arc, with a still Kira!Light marinating in the joys of being evil and sleeping with the enemy.”

special, special, T

“On a packed train, Light gets felt up by someone while in his tennis uniform and likes how good they make him feel - even if it means he's being naughty. Wait until he finds out who this mystery person is ...”

To Have and To Hold, T, omegaverse junk series

“Light is an Omega learning to be comfortable in his own happiness. L is understanding what it means to take care of someone else. Together they navigate their dynamics, both Alpha/Omega and Dom/sub, in order to cultivate a deep and lasting romantic relationship. this is a multi-part work, following the first two pieces of the omegaverse junk series.”

Bottom L

Heat of the Moment, T

“L hogs the blankets in their cold-ass hotel room, and when Light complains, L drags Light's hand down to the hot, hot heat between his legs.”

made to love you, T

“Light buys an android customized to look like L, but when he finds out Mikami's peeping on he and the bot having sex, Light decides to invite the other man to partake of the perfect lover he's made.”

need you, T

“L and Light engage in a heated kitchen quickie.”

nothing wrong, T

“After L gets a bruise from their fight, Light can't stop thinking about the marks they leave on each other.”

Overcome With Emotion, T

“After Light comes home from a trip away from L, he's built up a lot of sexual tension and L's more than happy to provide himself as an outlet for release, in more ways than one.”

For.you.mp4, T

“Pretend L survived to the second arc, is horny for Kira, and while Light’s on a work trip for the NPA cybercrime division, L sends him a special, pillow-related video”

Just a Drop, T

“Light finds L's secret aphrodisiac solution and decides to test it out on the detective to *very* successful results. But Light's not immune to the strongest drug of all - love.”

give it to me

“L wants Light's big cock inside him, and Light's more than willing to oblige. But they're unprepared for how complicated things become after they sleep together.”

Making a Scene, T

“L starts being a brat when he and Light visit the Wammy House, so its up to his alpha to get to the real reason why L's so upset - using some *interesting* methods.”

Birthday Boy

“Light gives L a two-part birthday gift that leaves a mark, and L gives himself a gift that involves going down on one knee.”

In Kira’s Kingdom

“Light has L imprisoned in his Kira’s Kingdom compound. L has been trying to escape and has failed for the third time. What was it they say about third time being the charm? Well, for L it’s more like the curse: the curse of having a megalomaniac freak be obsessed with keeping him and fucking him stupid, and L being super turned on by the whole thing.”

Going Up

“L and Matsuda get stuck in an elevator, and Matsuda confesses he’s always been in love with L. In an attempt to do a good deed before he dies of overheating, L says Matsuda can do whatever he wants with him. Will he regret his selflessness when he sees how big Matsuda’s dick is, or will that be L’s heavenly reward?”

good boy

“Light calls L his good boy, but L can't help misbehaving. Ruh-roh.”

Light’s Perfect Plan, T,DN Kinktober 2023

“Light and L have sex, and the only way Light can handle the fact that he might be into L is to create an elaborate plan as justification for them to have more sex.”

A Done Deal, T

“L makes a deal with Light that if he tops for a night, Light gets him as his maid during his next solo case – pretty black dress and all. But Light, ever the manipulator, can't let L just have this one.”

#death note #my fic #masterlist #lawlight #mikalight

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