Stuck With U
Ok my brain unglitched.
This song, "Stuck With U" was released in 2020. A male/female duet. I'm not an Ariana or Justin Beiber fan and I can promise you I've never paid attention to this song. When I watched, completely mesmerized, as Jimin flowed through this dance choreography, I had no idea this was a 2020 song. I wasn't even paying attention to it, he had me hypnotized.
But nothing is a coincidence with Jimin.
Earlier today, I was talking to my bestie and said that today's #ThisIsJimin clip was 2019 Jimin, only older and wiser.
And then to realize this is a 2020 song...
He went back to rediscover himself at a time when he felt he had the world in his hands.
Lyrics as he begins laying face down:
I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you, baby
Perhaps self-reflection, the thrumming of the fingers in contemplation, waking up, his hand comes to life and starts reaching out beyond his prone self, tapping his knee to activate it.
There's nowhere we need to be
No, no, no
I'ma get to know you better
Kinda hope we're here forever
There's nobody on these streets
If you told me that the world's ending
Ain't no other way that I could spend it
He has no choice, doesn't matter what's going on around him, he has to let his art come to life. So he awakens it bit by bit, pulling each piece back to him.
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Got all this time in my hands
Might as well cancel our plans (yeah)
I could stay here forever
A surge of movement and motivation as he revels in his happy place:
So lock the door
And throw out the key
Can't fight this no more
It's just you and me
Summoning all the parts of his essence to come back to him and then he embraces them to himself (the joy on his face!!!):
And there's nothing I, nothing I, I can do
I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you
So go ahead and drive me insane
Reaching out and pulling his hands back to his body as if capturing piece by piece and bringing his essence back to his soul and making his heart beat fully.
Baby, run your mouth
I still wouldn't change being stuck with you
Stuck with you, stuck with you
I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you
Finally reaching above his head and pulling his fist back to his chest and laying down in relief, arms open, face to the sky.
It's an expression of rediscovering dance as the center of who he is. Rediscovering, re-embracing himself through dance.
He is constantly wanting to show us different sides of himself and there was a point in time (2019-2020) when he was mid-thought and everything had to stop.
He is now pulled all of that back to him. I'm so excited for him and whatever he is about to show us in his new work, whenever that may be.
Anyway... sometimes I think too much. It's just Jimin being Jimin. I'LL TAKE IT AND LOVE IT!
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Tempest in a Bathtub | Rafayel/Reader
About: Rafayel painting while he was bathing wasn't an uncommon sight. But you joining him was.
Pairing: Rafayel/Reader
Notes: Not gonna lie... For me, Rafayel is the hardest of all the 3 current love interests to write... I tried to keep his dialogue in character though! Please tell me if it's off the mark!
AO3: Read here!
Warnings: Hinted no protection. 18+ only please! Enjoy :)
“Weren’t you supposed to paint?”
“How am I supposed to focus with you in front of me?”
Rafayel wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you towards him, your back flush against his bare chest. He felt hot, burning almost, behind you, contrasting against the cool water that you two were half submerged in.
Moments ago, you stumbled upon him painting while in the bathtub again. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do so, as he explained that sometimes inspiration would come to him like a sudden gust of wind, here now and gone the next moment. But it was still a sight to see him paint like this, with supplies strewn all over the place.
He blithely said that you could join him if you wanted, seemingly uncaring at the thought you would have to strip down to do so. That quickly changed however, when he heard the faint rustling of fabric.
The blush and stammering protests that left his lips soon appeared as you dip your toes into the cool water, his eyes on anywhere and anything but on you.
“Hey.” Rafayel’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. “Are you really spacing out while being here with me?”
“No. I was wondering why you are so shy to see me naked. It’s not like you haven’t seen a naked woman before.”
“That’s because they’re nude models posing for my work. But you are…” His voice trailed off, as if pondering what to say next. “You’re you.”
“Have you heard myths of the inspirational goddesses of old? They are the source of all knowledge pertaining to the arts. Muses are what they are called.” He explained as he toyed with a strand of your damp hair. “And you, my dear fishie, are my personal muse.”
“Should I start posing nude for you instead now? So you would have more inspiration?” You joked, expecting him to agree or laugh at your suggestion. But that was not the case.
“Oh. No. Please don’t do that.” He immediately objected, to your surprise. “I wouldn’t be able to focus at all.”
“Why?”
“Don’t be obtuse. I know you saw it.” Rafayel retorted with a huff. He wasn’t wrong however.
You could feel his stiff cock pulsing against you, and honestly you already noticed it growing when you sat across him, his gaze fixed onto your breasts before turning away with a cough.
Despite the cool water surrounding the both of you, his cock felt hot against your skin, as though begging you to touch it. And who were you to deny him?
Your heat clenched at nothing, yearning for something to fill its emptiness when he groaned at you wiggling your hips against him. But before you could do anything more, he steadied you with a hand on your hips, stopping you.
“Instead of painting… I would be thinking about other things.” He breathed out a moment later, after attempting to calm the raging storm that was brewing inside of him. He then lowered his head, nipping your earlobe before continuing.
“Do you wanna know what?”
“...What?”
“You know… I love that face you make when you’re moaning my name. I wanna know how I can engrave that into my mind and store it for eternity.” His hands roamed your body as he confessed. One hand cupped your breast, his fingers grazing and tweaking your pert nipple; while the other trailed down your torso, slipping between your thighs and parting them without any effort.
He hummed in approval when he found your entrance hot to the touch, slick not with water, but your own juices. He prodded you, parting your folds and dipped two fingertips inside, making you squirm in anticipation. Before he slipped further however, he nipped your earlobe once more, and whispered.
“Would you mind showing it to me again?”
Instead of giving him the go, you shifted your hips forward, pushing yourself down his fingers.
“So eager.” He commented, breathless. No matter how many times he fingered you, he would never tire of the sight of you coming undone before him. This proper, strong bodyguard of his turning into a whimpering mess because of him.
His long slender fingers prodded your soft walls, reaching places that you could never reach on your own. And before long, your hips started to move on its own, fucking yourself on his fingers.
“Rafayel–”
“Mhm?” He may sound calm but his actions were nowhere near but. You were not only riding his fingers, you were also grinding your hips against him while doing so, rubbing the side of his stiff cock. And just like you, his hips moved on its own as well, rutting and sliding the underside of his cock against you.
Water sloshed out of the bathtub you both were in, splashing onto the wooden floor. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when his fingers grazed past your clit with every move. He tilted your head back and captured your lips, parting them with his tongue and groaning into the kiss.
Something clicked within him the moment you moaned his name once more. With one smooth motion, he pulled his fingers out of you and lifted you up into his arms, carrying you as he exited the bathtub.
Before you could ask what he was doing, he propped you onto the counter, your breasts pressing against the cool marble surface.
He gave you no chance to speak. Because as soon as you were on the counter, lying and your heat exposed to him, you felt a familiar pressure against your entrance.
“Sorry… I don’t like waiting.” He apologized, but didn’t sound sorry at all. If anything, he was enjoying your whimpering as he pushed his throbbing cock inside of you, and sighed when you moaned at his short thrusts to get his entirety enveloped with your tight walls.
Planting a kiss onto the back of your neck, Rafayel gently lifted your chin up, and made you come face to face to your debauched state.
“Show me my sweet mermaid… Show me all the expressions you like to make.”
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