#felt like drawing a sexy lady and only one bitch came to mind

[missmisnomer]

Baby let's play a game 🖤💋 Watch me drive you insane 🕷️🕸️

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑆𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑜𝑦𝑠 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content. Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Going into your shared room, Hongjoong nearly did a double take as he took in your position: limbs spread out, lace panties barely covering your still glistening folds, sweat beads still adorning your hairline while a discarded dildo layed right next to your body. Hongjoong had his hands on his hips as he scanned your sleeping figure.

"Were you that horny that you fucked yourself to exhaustion?" He wondered. You had indeed texted him hours before asking if he could come early because you felt horny, but of course he couldn't.

Going into the bathroom, he began drawing up a warm bath to soak his body in. Stripping himself off out of his clothes, he walked back over to you and carefully began to lift you up, causing you to whine softly and slowly open your eyes.

"Hongjoong?" You sleepily asked.

"Shhh. Just don't worry about it and go back to sleep." He cooed you softly whilst carefully laying your body inside the warm and bubbly water, the heat of it soothing your tired muscles.

When he pulled you onto his lap, you snaked your arms around his neck before burying your face on his chest. Hongjoong's fingers gently stroke your hair while his other hand ran over the upper part of your back. Seeing your relaxed state, he couldn't help but admire your features.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered softly.

The tiny smile forming on your lips let him know you heard him and he didn't mind, he wanted you to hear. Opening your eyes, you leaned up and began kissing him tenderly.

"Hongjoong..... make love to me."

Lifting your hips up, Hongjoong didn't break his kiss all while he positioned you on top of him so he could sink you down onto his cock.

"Anything for you my love."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

When you opened your eyes, the last thing you were expecting to see was none other than Seonghwa, who upon seeing you awake, immediately smiled at you. You had no time to say anything as he began crawling on top of you. Pushing you back down on the bed, hands placed at either side of your face, his lips hungrily closed over yours, tongue eventually coming out to press against your own.

"Did you have fun playing with yourself?" He asked with a light chuckle against your neck.

You tilted your head back and moaned out a response as Seonghwa began sucking a collar of hickeys along your neck.

"Did you make yourself cum darling?"

When he was answered by a tiny whine of yours, Seonghwa pulled away to pout at you.

"Why didn't you cum?"

Biting your lower lip in embarrassment, you looked away to stare at the wall.

"I don't know. I can never get myself to cum when I'm alone. I think maybe..... I'm missing something."

Wrapping your legs around Seonghwa's waist, you began grinding your hips onto his, making him hiss under his breath.

"And just what is it that you're missing my love?" Although he knew exactly what it was, he wanted to hear it come out of your mouth.

"You." You bravely answered.

Satisfies with your response, Seonghwa pushed your legs off him and began lowering himself so he was positioned in between your thighs. You couldn't help the excited giggle that escaped your mouth as Seonghwa started to place sloppy kisses along your inner thighs, teeth occasionally sinking down on your skin. Your core began dripping in excitement every time his breath ghosted over your wet lips.

"I hope you're not too tired darling, cause I'm making sure you cum a lot tonight."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho made sure that his movements were cautious and gentle as he moved your body under the blankets as he had seen that your skin was starting to get goosebumps. He found it kind of adorable that you were sleeping with a long dildo shoved up inside you since he knew it was because you loved cockwarming so much but hadn't been able to do that because he had left on a business trip recently.

But now he was back and he couldn't be happier. Making a quick work out of his uncomfortable attire, he joined you in the bed and pulled your body against his. Hand reaching for the dildo still inside you, he slowly swirled it inside of you, causing a faint moan to be heard from you that soon turned into a whimper when your body felt the toy being pulled out of you, leaving you empty.

"Yunho..? What?" You mumbled as you looked back, your fist coming up to rub your tired eyes.

"I'm back my queen. And I missed you so much." He smiled happily at you as the head of his cock slid across your folds.

"Fuck- I missed you too." You gasped out when his monster cock once more stretched you open, more than any dildo could.

"Did you miss me? Or did you miss my friend?" He snorted as he nuzzled his nose against the nape of your neck.

"Mmmmm both." You answered with a sly smirk which earned you a slap on your thigh by your husband.

"You're lucky I'm feeling tired and soft and only want to warm myself inside your walls. Otherwise your face would be buried in the pillow."

Giving out a tiny yawn since it was late, you pushed further back onto him.

"Wake me up with a hard pounding?"

Yunho giggled at your request but nonetheless obliged.

"Trust me, I will."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang thought you looked absolutely sexy as you layed naked on your bed as a wand vibrator reclined against your thigh. Amused by the erotic image, he silently approached the edge of the bed and sat right next to you.

Taking a hold of the vibrator, he smiled wickedly to himself as he flicked the power button on, slight buzzing sounds coming out from the sex toy. Starting at your thighs, Yeosang pressed the head of the wand on your skin, your body starting to react yet you still stayed asleep. Wanting to test more out, Yeosang placed the vibrator against your clit. Your thighs pressed themselves together unconsciously and you began mumbling something incoherent as your body squirmed from the vibrations against your mound.

"Yeosang..." His dick got hard when he heard you calling out for him in your sleep, your eyes scrunching tightly.

"Oh fuck, are you having a wet dream baby?" He asked you although knowing you wouldn't respond.

You were indeed having a naughty dream, your brain imagining that Yeosang was thrusting in and out of you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear that had the coil in your stomach breaking until you were pouring out secretions of your high. It felt so real to you and even after you had came, it felt like Yeosang was helping you ride out your high, wanting you to stay there a little bit longer.

Eventually you woke up and through hazy eyes, you realized it wasn't a dream as Yeosang stared at you intensely, the vibrator in his hand still being pressed against your clit. Angling it so it could hit deeper against you, you took a sharp intake of breath as you felt another orgasm piling up.

"Damn, you can cum even in your sleep."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

You were stirred awake when you felt a hand tugging at the plug that was still lodged inside your ass, that hand belonging to none other than your husband who was grinning at you and your current state.

"I didn't know you were into these kinds of things." He yanked on the cat tail butt plug enough to make you jolt but not so much for it to be pulled out.

"Are you gonna make fun of me for it?" You tried frowning but the attempt to seem menacing was ruined by your bottom lip poking out in a pout.

San chuckled while shaking his head as he peppered kisses along your temple.

"No babygirl, I'm not going to make fun of you for it. I think it's cute.....too cute in fact."

His tone and actions had a complete 180° spin when he then turned you over so he could lay you on your stomach. Tapping on your ass, he commanded in a gruff voice:

"Ass up my little kitten."

You promptly did as he said and waited for him to undress himself. Your patience was rewarded when you felt San's cock push inside you. He gave you time to adjust and when he felt you were ready, he set a rather rough and intense pace that had you crying out his name. One of San's hand came over to cover your mouth.

"Shhh kitten, you gotta be quiet or our princess is going to wake up and then we won't get to play around anymore."

You let out a muffled grunt against his fingers as you felt your walls pulsating around him.

"Fuck if I had known being treated like a pet turned you on so much I would have bought you cat ears a long time ago."

Laughing softly in a teasing manner, San tugged on your tail once more just so he could hear your semi muted whimpering.

"You know I always did want a cute little kitten. Pretty kitten just for me to play with...." Reaching over, he began rubbing your clit to bring you closer to the edge.

"And now I have one."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"Tell me little lady, did you have fun playing with yourself while I was away?" Mingi's voice was like silk, yet you knew underneath that seemingly caring voice he was hiding his jealousy and anger over the fact you touched yourself without his permission.

"I did actually. I made myself cum 3 times." Although it was a dangerous thing to say, the brat in you proudly boasted about it.

Mingi scoffed at that. "I can definitely top that without the use of a plastic dick."

Although you wanted to squeal in excitement when Mingi began restraining your hands and legs to the bed, you kept a haughty smile plastered on, wanting to further test him, which you guessed worked since he had brought out the red leather flogger he loved using on you as punishment. And you couldn't deny you loved getting punished.

"Such a naughty little bitch, playing around with her lady parts when I never gave her permission to." Mingi mused as he ran the tussles across your torso.

"Oh hush Mingi, stop pretending like you're actually going to go hard on me. Lately you hold back and your excuse is that you don't want our daughter to hear." You snickered at him.

Now it was Mingi's turn to smirk at you.

"Actually little lady, my princess is over with Yunho playing with his son. So we have the house all to ourselves and we can make as much noise as we want."

He stopped and that about that for a moment.

"Well...scratch that. I honestly don't think I wanna hear your bratty mouth anymore."

Going back to the opened drawer, Mingi's eyes sparkled as he held up a ball gag whilst slowly making his way back over to you. After installing it over your mouth, Mingi took a step back to admire his work of gagging and tying you down on the bed, the flogger swinging on his hand.

"Just like the first time we met."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Come on doll, you can do better than that for me. Can't you?"

Whimpering softly, you shifted your position so you could properly bounce yourself on the dildo that was deep inside you. After having caught you surrounded by numerous sex toys, you would have thought Wooyoung would have punished you for it, but instead he ordered you to play with yourself once more for him. Wanting to please him, you began grinding down on the sex toy, but obviously it wasn't enough and that's why you were currently now fucking yourself down on it.

Rolling his eyes, Wooyoung let out a long sigh.

"Is that the best you can do? I know very well what a horny bitch you can be and I gotta say... I'm not impressed."

You whined at his words and bucked your hips with more intensity. Truthfully it wasn't enough for you and it seemed even Wooyoung knew that. Stripping himself out of his bottom clothes, he came up behind you on the bed and made you halt your movements which left you confused.

"You're not going to need this anymore." He told you as he pulled the dildo out of your wet hole and replacing it with his own dick.

It felt heavenly to have him penetrate you, and so your body started to instinctively move but Wooyoung's hands held you in place .

"No no doll. You don't know what you're doing cause you're just a dumb little cockslut that can't fuck herself properly...which is why I'm going to do it for you."

Stuttered gasps and half choked moans were coming out of your mouth as Wooyoung pounded into you from underneath, the heavy sound of skin slapping resonating through the room. You writhed and squirmed on top of him, eyes closed as you let your body succumb to the euphoric feeling of coming undone on top of him. Just as you were getting over that first high, your eyes shot wide open when you felt something vibrate against your clit, jolting your body into a frenzied overstimulation. Looking down, you saw that Wooyoung had placed a vibrator on your bud, his hips snapping back up at an even harsher pace than before.

"Come on doll, we're not done here until you make a mess all over me."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Your body quivered awake when it felt something being pressed against your swollen and reddened folds, that something being Jongho's fingers that were tracing the outline of your mound.

"Holy shit baby did- did the pussy pump do that?"

You moaned in an affirmative manner when his thumb began rubbing slow and gentle circles around your clit, your breath hitching when he pressed a little too roughly.

"Are you really still sensitive baby?" He cooed at you softly as he smeared more of your slick around your folds.

"Mmm so much." You responded.

"I can tell. Your pussy is so swollen I can literally feel it pulsates against my palm."

You whined and shuddered when Jongho's large palm cupped your mound, lightly applying pressure down onto it. It was so fascinating to him to see how such a small toy could cause such a big effect on you.

"Fuck, it makes me wonder what it'll feel like to fuck this swollen pussy of yours." He stated.

"Oh my god! Please fuck it." You begged him.

Soon afterwards, Jongho was spreading your legs as far as they could so he could get a better glimpse in between your legs. He first teased you by running his bulbous head along your slit, that tiny action alone already making you leak more arousal.

"Ok I'm going to go slowly for you baby. If you want me to stop, just say so ok?"

You nodded frantically, wanting nothing than for him to stuff his large cock inside your puffy pussy. Even just fitting the head in was making you shake underneath him, but you told him to keep going until he was fully nestled inside of you.

"Shit, you're already trembling so much I'm not sure you'll be able to handle it baby."

You shook your head and began protesting.

"I can! Just please fuck me Jongho! Destroy my pussy until I'm numb!" You cried out.

Jongho stared at you in shock, yet nonetheless obeyed your command. Your gasp got caught in your throat and the pleasure from his merciless rhythm actually made you unable to produce any sounds.

"Ok fine. I'll make sure to fuck you until you you can't take it anymore."

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[elentiyawhitethorn]

A Dance to Remember

Rowaelin Month, Day 24

A Missing Scene from Canon @rowaelinscourt

CW: none

AN: Thank you to @cretaceous-therapod for giving me this idea, and thanks to anyone else who gave suggestions! This takes place at the end of KoA after Aelin’s coronation. Also, this is my last fic for Rowaelin Month, so I hope you enjoy!

Rowaelin Month Masterlist//Main Masterlist//759 words

Aelin discreetly wiped a tear off her face, her head turned away from the crowd. She took a deep breath to collect herself, then turned back around.

Rowan rubbed her back comfortingly. The gesture said more than any words could. He understood better than anyone what she was feeling so deeply in her bones at this moment: the heavy but welcome weight of her crowns, the bittersweet remembrance, and the utter disbelief that she had gotten to this point.

He understood it all. Every inch of her body, every thought in her mind, every tainted, tarnished edge of her soul, he knew and loved. He was her consort to the throne, her husband, her mate, her other half. Together they made up one being, one love.

Which left Aelin with only one thing to do.

“May I have this dance?”

Rowan broke into a soft grin. “Indeed you may, Your Highness.”

Aelin smiled and pulled him onto the dance floor. As newly crowned queen, she was obliged with leading the first dance. Of course she would choose no other partner than Rowan.

The dance floor was big and open and empty, the crowd staying to the edges to wait until the first dance was completed. Conversations hushed and eyes turned their way as Aelin tugged Rowan to the dead center of the floor.

She grinned, almost sensing Rowan’s thoughts.

I’m sure you adore having all eyes on you.

Aelin straightened her back and placed one hand on Rowan’s arm, the other on his shoulder.

Why shouldn’t I? Aelin retorted. I’m the prettiest lady in the room.

While perhaps not the prettiest, Aelin knew she looked good, the black dress lined with gold she had changed into for the ball making her look as fantastic as ever.

And while her people thought she looked queenly, Aelin knew Rowan was remembering the other black dress she’d worn, the entire back a roaring, golden dragon.

This dress was designed to set fire to her mate. After all, setting fire to things was one of Aelin’s specialties.

Rowan smirked. You certainly are, he seemed to reply.

Then he started moving.

Aelin gasped as she was pulled into a waltz. Rowan… knew how to dance.

His steps were impeccable, his timing flawless, his posture perfect. Aelin knew Rowan was a graceful being, despite his large stature, but never had she imagined him to be the type to dance. And he knew it, too, smirk widening at her shocked expression.

Aelin flashed a wicked grin, her only warning before setting fire to both of their crowns. A few shouts of surprise and delight sounded from the crowd as their queen and consort were bathed in flame, but most everyone else remained silent as they watched their leaders move.

Aelin loved to dance. She always had. It was a passion of hers that she’d neglected for too long, but no more. Now she was moving faster and faster with each step, drawn closer to her mate as they stepped and spun and smiled.

The beat picked up and Rowan dipped Aelin, then pulled her up not a moment later. Each movement on both of their parts was swift. More than swift—they moved like two people enchanted, possessed by the pull of the music and the draw of their magic.

Never had Aelin danced like this before, sparks trailing from her golden shoes. Rowan didn’t lead Aelin—they led each other. Through every spin they lost themselves and found themselves all over again.

Aelin had had experience with magic, of course. She wielded fire after all. But this was the most magical Aelin had ever felt before, emotions of too many names rushing through her very blood and bringing her closer to her mate; not physically, but emotionally. Their souls were bound in this dance.

They moved for some immeasurable amount of time, too lost in each other to notice anything else. And when the music came to its crest, roaring as it hit the final note, Aelin and Rowan came to a stop, perfectly still, not even breathing as silence came over the ballroom. Aelin was almost panting from the exertion, but she kept her head held high.

“Oh, Rowan,” she whispered, so softly no one else could hear.

Then she lunged forward and pulled Rowan into a kiss. Rowan tugged Aelin closer and deepened the kiss, his lips in a passionate game with her own. They only parted when both Aelin and Rowan were smiling too much to continue.

Cheers lit up the ballroom.

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[gustafsnightangel]

Shattered Lives Ch 36 Pt 2

She blew out a breath. “Ok how do I say this without sounding like a complete bitch?... I’m jealous. Stupidly jealous of something that I can’t change. Stupid because everyone in this room has welcomed me with open arms and so much love, yet I still feel so fucking alone. I’m jealous that this was what I missed out on, and let’s be real, it’s ridiculous, because I have nothing to be jealous about, because they’re my family now too.” She held her breath after blurting all that out, ashamed she’d felt that ugly feeling in the first place.

Her words stung, but not because they hurt him, no, he knew how lucky he was, the loving family he had. It stung because it reminded her of the childhood she’d been denied. They stung, because he hadn’t taken into consideration that she might feel like this, that he’d put her in a position where she felt out of place. “I love you.” He said tenderly. “My family loves you.” He held her a little tighter and kissed her temple. “And to be honest, I don’t know how to fix this.”

“You can’t.” Her voice barely a whisper. “It rears it’s head at the worst times and it’s so ridiculous.”

“I’d say normal considering.” He kissed her, those ruby red lips so soft. “You missed out on a lot love, I’d like to think that would be a normal reaction to having it shoved in your face like I’ve just done.”

“You haven’t shoved it in my face.” She looked at him, those soulful blue eyes staring into hers. “You’ve given me something I’ve never had. I just have to get the rest of my emotional baggage on board.” She sniped with a huff. His grin easing her heart.

“It’ll take time love.”

“I keep telling myself that, but then my head goes to what if I don’t? What if something happens and this is all taken away? I know it’s unlikely, but I always thought that with Quinn and look what happened there. Losing him, my parents, changed something in me and I don’t know how to deal with it, get past it.” Her voice shook with emotion and he hated that sound, the unimaginable grief.

“I don’t have the answers love, but I’ll help you find them.” He kissed her temple and felt her body relax as they swayed. “Together, you and me.”

“You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that right?” She felt him smile against her cheek.

“So a certain sexy lawyer keeps telling me.” He smiled.

“I love you Gustaf, so much. Don’t ever change.”

“You are my world lovely lady. You and four wonderful kids.”

As the clock marched toward 12:30 the adults started to say their goodbyes, some wanting to go and sleep, some to hang around and drink, but not Gustaf. Oh no, he wanted to get her alone behind closed doors, just the two of them. The twins were still up with Brendan, the boys looking sheepish when they got caught out by Gustaf as he continued to dance with Sildie. They’ll be fine, he thought, they were having fun with Valter and he wasn’t about to stop it. The kids knew the rules, no grumpies the next day, and what grandpa says goes, his house, his rules.

“Shall we go home?” He asked, his finger trailing down her jaw before he kissed her as they swayed, still dancing and enjoying the time together. “I want to do wicked things to you kitten.” He purred as he rested his lips at her temple. “Make you moan.”

“Take me home daddy.” She whispered, stepping closer and brushing her body against his, the hardening length of him pressing into her hip, his groan more a snarl, her chuckle sinful.

“Go check on the kids.” He growled, kissing her sweetly. Swatting her ass gently as she walked away, she looked back over her shoulder and the bite of that bottom lip was like a red rag to a bull, the sachet of her hips making his cock throb. Oh he was putting her over his knee tonight, he decided, as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed her to say goodnight to his father.

“You three be good for grandpa please.” She said kissing each one on the head while they battled a frustrated Valter.

“Grandpa’s the boss.” Liam stated, they knew the rules.

“Yes he is. Have fun though ok? I love you.” She smiled at the chorus of love you mum. How could she not love that? “We’re only downstairs at home B.” She squeezed the teens shoulder as he nodded, knowing the kid needed to know where she was before heading back to Gustaf. They would be fine and she needed to let them go a little, they were safe, they were happy. Saying their goodbyes and good nights to the remaining members of his family they walked out the door and waited for the elevator, her finger drawing devastating patterns on the patch of chest he had on display. She itched to touch him there all night, that damn white shirt and his massive chest beneath it, she was so weak for him.

“They’re safe love.” He said softly as if reading her mind.

“I know.” Her nod was quick and she didn’t look at him. Hooking a finger under her chin he waited until her gaze met his. “I’m trying.” As if she felt compelled to voice it.

“I know you are love. It’ll take time to get used to being away from them, but thank you for letting dad have them tonight. He was over the moon.” He kissed her tenderly, so strong, so brave. He kept his desire on a short leash as they rode to their floor, his thumb gently grazing the tender skin of her inner wrist as he held her hand, lips nuzzling her neck, the soft giggle making him rock hard. “I like you in black velvet, soft and sexy.”

He stepped off the elevator and his smile died at the red tag across her apartment door, there was another over his. Turning her back into the elevator he just held her in there, shielding her, not wanting her to see it.

“Gustaf?” She laughed, and that laugh faltered when she saw his face. “What is it.”

“She was here.” He ground out between clenched teeth as he punched the button to take them back upstairs. “No, stay here.” He said barring her exit and line of sight from the elevator as the doors closed.

“Who, Ana?” She was confused.

“Good you didn’t see it.” He sighed, somewhat of a relief. He never wanted her to see that.

“See what?” She snapped.

“She tagged our doors, red spray paint.” He spat as he stepped off the elevator on his fathers floor, virtually dragging Sildie behind him, he didn’t want her to see what was written, he didn’t want her to have to deal with that, not now, not ever.

“Stop a minute.” She said sharply. “Stop!” He came to an abrupt halt and spun to look at her as she wrenched her hand from his, her tone sharp. Pain and fury looked back. “Don’t shut me out love.” She said softly. Sweet man don’t let her break you again, she said silently.

“I’m not I just... I don’t want you to see it, to have to deal with it.” He said, his voice trembling, not from fear, no, this was pure lethal fury.

“Ok I get that, but I’m a big girl, and they’re just words.” She kissed him tenderly, his body tense and vibrating. She’d never seen his rage like this, the slow simmering fury that could explode at any given moment. She needed to be the one with a level head while he prowled the corridor like a caged animal. “Let’s go home, call the building security, look at our feed from the front door and figure out what to do.” She put a hand on his chest to stop him mid stride before kissing him again and waited for his eyes to focus on hers. “Believe me when I tell you this Gustaf, I will not let her drive us apart or from our home. I meant what I said, I’ll fight for you, for us.”

“Me either, I just didn’t want you to see it. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t have to see that, be called that.” He leaned his forehead against hers, willing his system to calm down, breathing her in slowly. “I’ll fight for us too.” How could he protect her, he wondered, how could he keep her safe?

“We’re stronger together love and if this is Ana, it will only hurt her when she faces court. Let’s get it logged, get the process moving, and then let it be.” She pressed the elevator button. “Breathe.” She said sternly and he obeyed as she tugged his hand to walk in with her. “And again.” She would be the calm in his storm, the partner with the level head, the logical thinker, even though she wanted to find this woman and bury the body once she was done. How dare you hurt my man again, she seethed silently, how fucking dare you.

“I love you.” He said softly. “And this wasn’t the start to the new year I wanted for us.”

“It’s a blip love. Nothing a coat of paint won’t fix.” She kissed him sweetly, trying to soothe his mind and the rage that stormed inside him. “I love you too. Don’t let her win. It’s just words, just some paint. I’m here with you, I’m safe. If she thinks a few words spray painted on my door is going to get me to leave you or cause chaos between us she has egregiously underestimated me and our relationship.”

“You’re right.” He breathed out, he’d over reacted, but it would hurt her to face what was written on their doors and he had no way of stopping it. “It just pisses me off. We’re trying to make a home, have our family together, the kids safe and happy. I just want to hunt her down and kick her ass, fucking rage at her.”

“This is what she wants love. She wants the turmoil, the anger, the attention. She wants you to be a mess.” She kept her tone gentle. “She wants you to lash out at her, at me, at the world. She thrives on chaos, don’t give it to her. Don’t give her the satisfaction of destroying the peace you’ve fought so hard for.”

“Well she’s fucking succeeding.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, wrestling his emotions.

“Don’t let her. I know that’s a difficult task, and I know you’re trying love. But don’t let her get in your head again, you’ve worked too damn hard.” She took a steady breath as the elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened, Gustaf facing her with his back to the doors. She could feel him bristle as the doors open.

“I really don’t want you to see it.” He said tenderly, his kiss gentle and apologetic.

“I need to love, the only way we deal with her is together. I’m not leaving you vulnerable to her shit again. I love you, nothing written on doors is going to change that, ever, and that is all that matters to me. You and me, together.”

“I love you.” He kissed her hard before she could say anything else. “God, I fucking love you.” His voice choking with emotion.

He stepped out of the elevator and when her eyes fell on her apartment door she felt her heart lurch, it was like a slap in the face. In red spray paint was the word, cunt, blazoned across her door, the word whore was across Gustaf’s.

“She’s not very original.” She muttered as Gustaf pulled out his phone and rang building security as he stalked to their door.

“No she isn’t.” He spat as the phone rang out, before putting the key in the lock and walking over the threshold. As he rang again he dealt with the feed from the front door, it clearly showed Ana with another male coming down the hall from the other end of the building. He watched as they made out in front of Sildie’s door before tagging it, then repeating the same on his own door. Uploading the footage he finally had someone on the phone and he was about to unleash, white hot fury roiled inside him. How the fuck did she get in, he wondered and asked building security that exact question as soon as they got past the pleasantries.

She watched him carefully as she set the kettle to boil. The determined set of his shoulders, the cold rage rippling off him in waves, the ice calm tone in his voice as he spoke with building security and then the police. Although she wanted to help she understood his need to protect her from it, shield her and take care of it himself. He was proving to her he would protect her and the kids, their home, from anything and anyone who threatened the peace they’d found together. Showing her he wouldn’t back down from his demons when they threatened her, threatened everything they’d built together. “Sweet man don’t let her win.” She murmured as his voice held that lethal edge to it as he spoke to the police.

He dealt with it, police reports, evidence collection, photos, the lot, and he was determined to wait until there was a base coat of paint over the writing before calling it a night, the night almost over at 4 am. At least it was covered up in case the kids came down. That was a blessing, he thought, they didn’t need to see that. It was bad enough Sildie had. He closed the door and locked up before turning and finding Sildie standing in the kitchen watching him. He wasn’t sure if he could touch her now, the seething anger still raw within him. She was right though, he couldn’t let Ana get into his head, he couldn’t let her ruin tonight, or any night just because she wanted to have a bitch fit, and, it could have been worse, a lot worse. Sildie and the kids were safe, and Ana hadn’t been able to get into the apartment, that had to be enough. It was just paint and he had to put that into perspective.

He walked to her letting the anger fall from his shoulders, his mind letting go of something he couldn’t change and had no more control over. “Breathe and let it go.” He mumbled as he let a breath out. It was done, he’d done everything he could to get the police on the right track and to keep his woman safe, his family safe. Without a word she stepped toward him and kissed him tenderly, filling him with love and understanding. Forehead resting against hers he closed his eyes and breathed her in, the calm and serenity that she gave to him.

“I’m sorry.” He said gently.

“No, you don’t get to apologize for her either love.” Her tone gentle but firm.

“I’m not, I’m apologizing for the way I handled it earlier.” He stroked his knuckles down her cheek before his fingers toyed with her hair.

“No need, I understood why and that was sweet, but you never have to face that or deal with that sort of thing alone anymore ok?”

He nodded and kissed her brow. “I never wanted that part of my life to touch you. Her to touch you. I failed you in that respect.” He had, or at least he felt like he had.

“My sweet man.” She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. “You haven’t failed me at all. You and me, together, with the kids as a family. You’ve given me a family, you keep me safe, the kids love you, I love you. That’s not failing anyone.” She kissed him again sweetly. “Don’t let her win.”

“I’m not, I’m trying... I’m just trying to put it away where it belongs.” And he was struggling with it.

“You’ve done that love, it belongs with the police, I’ll call for a restraining order tomorrow once they’ve gone to confront her, let it be now. It is what it is, we’ll deal with it, let it go. Just a blip.”

“It sort of killed the mood of the night.” He scoffed and kissed her gently as his fingers brushed her hips.

“We could always pick up where we left off.” She started to sway to a silent tune, urging him to go with the flow, to leave it all behind and come with her. Her sigh of relief when his hand found the small of her back was enough for him to relax, his other hand taking hers to slow dance her in their kitchen to no music at all.

“We were about here right?” He asked cheekily, that low tone making her belly quiver as he kissed her temple. “Whispering how I was going to do wicked things to you.” His hand skated up her spine, the featherlight touch on her skin causing her to shiver.

“Then I think I said something like, take me home daddy.” She purred, her kiss erotic and wicked.

He danced her to the bedroom, the slow silent tune bringing them closer and he stood there and swayed with her in his arms. They were both beat to hell after their unsavory welcome home. His plans for spanking her would have to wait, he wasn’t in the right frame of mind for it now and neither was she. This was a time for care, for tenderness, he would show her that, give her that and more.

“Let me.” She said softly, let me lead she was asking as her mouth claimed his, sweetly. His hands dropped to rest on her hips, their seductive sway pulling him further under her spell as he let her have control. “For you it’s the black lace and red lipstick, for me it’s this damn white shirt.” She breathed as her hands raked down his chest slowly, feeling every contour, the strength, the love that radiated from him. “It’s this patch of your chest that peeks out.” Her fingers dipped between cotton and skin to trace the line from throat to third button. “It’s just begging for attention, teases me, seduces me.” She purred as her lips kissed the base of his throat and traveled over every inch of that deep V his shirt revealed. Feeling his hands grip her hips tightly she smiled against his chest, her fingers blazing a path down his torso over his hips to palm him.

He leaned against her hand when it made contact with his cock and groaned, the feel of her, the scent of her, that wicked mouth. “I want to see you.” He breathed, his hands tightening on the plush velvet of her dress and slowly pulling the skirt to bunch at the waist. “Feel you.” Her breathy moan as he spread his hands over the swell of her hips made his cock twitch. She kissed her way up his neck, savoring that one spot that wrecked him and only moved on when sucking on it elicited a hiss of arousal.

“You have a very clever mouth love.” His voice that low timbre she loved.

“Let me show you how clever.” Her purr made his cock throb before she devoured his mouth, that devastating kiss that left him breathless.

“I love you.” Traveling his hands further up her ribs he took the dress with it until she broke the kiss long enough for her to raise her arms and have him remove it. He looked down at his goddess, bound in black lace, beautiful as ever.

“My goddess.” He breathed. “So beautiful.” Kissing her deeply he pulled her into his arms, the need to feel her overtaking his mind.

“Wait.” She murmured and he let out a stifled groan, his cock pulsing with need. Moving his hands back to rest on her hips she continued with her delicious torment, her lips finding his throat as her fingers slowly undid the buttons of his dress shirt. She peeled it from his body at her own leisure revealing each inch of skin with a kiss. As she stood up straight she plundered his mouth, hot and hungry, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass to hold onto his control.

With a wicked smirk she stepped out of his embrace and walked to stand behind him, her fingers wandering his chest. As she pulled the shirt from his shoulders, her mouth kissed a trail down his spine as the fabric fell away. She stood there, hands roaming his broad shoulders, lips nibbling the nape of his neck. Letting her hands drift down his ribs and around him she found the fly of his jeans, the substantial bulge eager to be released.

He rested his head back as she undid the zipper, her hands sliding between denim and skin to feel him, to shuck the fabric from his body. Kissing her way down his spine her hands lingered as they travelled over his thighs. Once free of his jeans he helped her stand and pulled her into his arms, the kiss tender but hungry.

“You’re wearing entirely too much.” His low tone making a shiver skip over her skin as he released her bra. He stripped the delicate black lace from her body, helped her out of the four inch heels, and took his time on the journey back to his feet, her curves deserving every second of his attention. “My Sildie.” He murmured, mouth devastating hers slowly.

“My sweet man.” Her fingers trailed his scruff as he rested his forehead against hers.

“I’m so in love with you.” He said softly. “You are my everything.” His kiss filled her with that unbound love he kept protected from the world, that love just for her.

Walking her backward to the bed he crawled over her as she shifted herself further back onto the mattress. His goddess, her halo of copper burning brightly against the soft blues of the covers, he wanted to lose himself in her. Pressing her into the bed he lowered his mouth to hers brushing those sinfully red lips with his before claiming them. There was that familiar heat between them, the spark that set them both aflame. No words were needed to confess their love, it was in their touch, their kiss, their gaze.

“I need you.” She sighed as he nibbled on that one spot below her ear, just the feel of his body between her legs making her pussy thrum.

“Look at me love.” He murmured, resting his cock at her entrance. There was nothing more beautiful, more erotic, than seeing her eyes as he entered her, he thought.

“Gustaf.” She gasped against his lips as he thrust in slowly until he was buried to his hilt, her hands clutching any part of him she could. When he was fully seated inside her he groaned as she took the kiss deeper, content with just the feel of her around him, clenching him. So tight, so deliciously tight and wet, he thought. She wrapped those stunning legs around his hips as he drew all the way out and plunged in, the slow thrusts bringing them both erotic pleasure. He made love to her, watched as each stroke of his hips brought her undone.

That body she craved moved against her, inside her, eyes of ocean blue speaking to her soul, his entire being swallowing her whole. She lost herself in him, the pleasure he freely gave to her as she crested. “Gustaf.”

“I know love, let it take you.” Her hands pulled him closer as her body tensed, legs wrapped around him. He watched her eyes glaze over as she came before they fluttered shut, her soft cry the most beautiful sound he’d ever hear. “Hold on.” He murmured as he wrapped his arms around her and hauled her into his lap as he sat up on his knees, the change of angle driving him deeper inside her. “Fuck me you’re tight like this.” He groaned into her neck, nipping it gently before sucking the pulse thrumming there. With his hands at her lower back he moved, the slow pull out and hard thrust in making them both groan. Tossing her arms around his neck she moved with him, their heated breath mixing as they took their pleasure from each other.

She peaked quickly, the sensations whipping her body into a frenzy. “Please.” Her kiss desperate as he deftly destroyed her.

“Go over.” He sucked on the pulse at her neck, tongue flicking, tasting. “Let me feel you.” He groaned, her pussy tightening at his words before she shattered, that delectable body writhing on his cock. Slipping a finger through her juices he stroked her back door, the gentle probe, the sensual touch. “Come for me again love.” He purred as that finger thrust in just enough to stretch her. “Let it all go.” He felt her tense, her whimper at her impending release so close. Snapping his hips forcefully he tipped her over, a cry of his name tumbling from her lips again as her body bucked against his, his own release crashing through him violently. He crushed her to him as his hips pistoned until he was spent, her pussy squeezing him deliciously.

Her head collapsed on his shoulder and the soft giggle made him grin as they forced air into their lungs.

“God you know how to get me.” She chuckled.

“Same goes love.” His kiss was tender, the passion sizzling under it. Laying her on the covers he relaxed on top of her, his weight a comfort to her, the feel of those curves against him equally as grounding. “I had so much more planned for us tonight.” He kissed her sweetly. “I’m sorry.”

She stroked a finger down his jaw. “Nothing to be sorry for love, shit happens and you rocked my world pretty damn good.” Her kiss was tender. “Tomorrow maybe? We don’t have the kids until much later.”

“That’s true.” He kissed between her breasts before climbing up and heading to the bathroom.

She was beat, sated but beat, and the paperwork she’d have to file tomorrow because of Ana was going to eat up most of her day, she needed sleep. It couldn’t be helped, she’d protect her kids and her man. Ana wasn’t going to know what hit her when she was done. She waited for him to crawl back to bed before taking care of her bladder, sleep nearly upon him by the time she snuggled into him. He was exhausted, angry and exhausted, she could still feel it simmering underneath. “Sleep love.” She said softly as he pulled her to him like a child with his favorite teddy bear.

“I love you.” He mumbled as she felt him sink into sleep.

“I love you too my sweet man.” She kissed his chest. “So much.” Laying there curled into him she chewed over everything that had happened since seeing their front doors defaced, the case she was already forming in her head, the lawyer surfacing to organize her thoughts. It was only when she had a solid plan forward that she followed him into sleep.

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A Royal Disgrace: Part 1 (TRR/PM Crossover)

OK guys! Let’s do this! This is part 1 of what I expect to be a pretty short little series about King Liam, Riley, and Damien Nazario. Will be NSFW in future chapters but this one is mainly place-setting tbh. I just want you to know that this is not going to be good clean family fun moving forward 😅

Main pairing (for now): Liam x Riley

Rating: PG-13? Nothing too crazy here, just some flirting with sexy older women

Summary: Damien is hired to keep an eye on a visiting royal whose fidelity is in question, and is stunned to see a familiar face.

Tagging @brightpinkpeppercorn @annekebbphotography @choiceslife aaaand wishing I had sorted out a proper tag list at some point but I HAVEN’T. So if anyone else wants to be tagged moving forward let me know!

The duchess looked remarkably relaxed and at home in Damien’s office, despite the stark contrast of her beautiful, designer clothing and the cheap decor. He watched her anxiously, not sure what to make of her. He had expected someone stuffy and snobby, and thought she must have made a terrible mistake by reaching out to him rather than one of the fancy firms who usually took on this kind of work. But she looked perfectly happy with her selection, lounging in the cheap upholstered chair across from him with a warm grin on her face.

“Everything OK, Mr. Nazario?” She fiddled with her long blond waves, and he fought back a smile. Get it together, Damien. She’s almost old enough to be your mother.

“Of course, Duchess Krona. Just gathering my thoughts before we begin.”

She leaned in conspiratorily. “Please, call me Adelaide. We’re friends now, right?”

He resisted the urge to loosen his collar under her gaze. “Of course, Adelaide. Do you mind if I ask who referred you to me?”

“A friend,” she answered cryptically. “I’m told you’re both gifted and discreet. Is that correct, Mr. Nazario?”

“Of course,” he answered confidently. “I’m very discreet.” Why did that sound like an innuendo all of the sudden? Seriously, pull it together.

Adelaide let out a small, sharp laugh. “If only my daughter’s fiancé could say the same! This should be an easy task for you, I’m afraid. The poor dear never expected fidelity from him, but his boldness and complete lack of discretion is proving to be quite embarrassing.”

Damien tapped his pen against his teeth, nodding. Royal intrigue had never been his thing, but at its core this was just one more infidelity case. “What do you hope to accomplish from hiring me, Adelaide?”

She sighed, looking down at her hands in her lap. “I haven’t entirely figured that out yet. What I know for sure is that this must be handled quietly, out of the eyes of the press and the court, so as to spare my own family from embarrassment.”

“Is it your intention to blackmail the king?” Damien asked plainly, trying to keep his tone neutral.

“Oh, heavens no! Despite everything, he’s a fine man and I wouldn’t want to undermine him as a ruler or make an enemy of him. But perhaps if I’m the one to present him with evidence of his inappropriate relationship, he’ll see how easily he could be put in a compromising position and end it.”

Damien nodded, satisfied. “OK. I’ll take your case. But I’d like to keep this arrangement private, and I have some papers for you to sign to that effect.” Making enemies of a powerful royal family was not something he was comfortable with.

“Of course.”

“Did you bring the photographs I requested?”

“Yes, of course.” She pulled a small stack of photos out of her handbag. “This is King Liam,” she said, placing a photograph of a handsome man in regal attire on his desk. Damien was surprised at his appearance; he wasn’t expecting an actual king to be younger than himself. Adelaide laid another photograph down on top of it, showing a beautiful young blond. “This is my daughter, Madeleine. And this...” she added one more photograph to the small pile, “...is Lady Riley, whose company the king is rather...fond of.”

Damien’s breath caught in the back of his throat. Riley. No fucking way. “I’m sorry...Lady Riley?” He tried to cover his own disbelief. “That’s an unusual name for a Cordonian noble, isn’t it?”

Adelaide rolled her eyes and nodded. “Yes, it would be. Lady Riley is an American commoner, but she was sponsored by a prominent noble family to win the king’s hand. It seems she was...partially successful.” Adelaide frowned, her face marked by worry. “She was expected to be chosen before a scandal arose. I was thrilled when Madeleine was chosen in her place, but I suspect there is much more to this story.”

Damien gave her a sad smile. “There usually is.”

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Once he’d seen the duchess back to her car, Damien sank into his worn office chair with a sigh, lifting a photograph off his desk. Fucking Riley.

He supposed he shouldn’t even be surprised. She had always been destined to woo her way into fame and fortune. He figured he’d been a practice run for her.

He’d been obsessed with her when he met her. As much as he tried to be a gentleman and not a creep, there was no denying the nature of his feelings: pure obsession. She’d been the only person to take his mind off of Kai in years, and while they were together, he’d practically forgotten Kai’s name. From the night she flirted with him as she waited his table, he was hopelessly hooked.

He’d tried to fight his own feelings. But she was dogged and persistent in a way that made him think she could’ve been a great cop. She’d attached herself to him and refused to listen to his doubts and objections. When Riley declared you as hers, there was nothing to do but try your best to please her.

The doubts only got worse during the time they spent together. He wasn’t stupid; he knew he was attractive and could keep her satisfied in bed. She was so young, though. 22-year-old Riley might be OK with a low-rent P.I. who made her laugh and made her scream when it counted, but he knew that eventually she’d realize she was slumming it.

And so he left her before it could come to that.

Her fury was a force of nature. They’d screamed at each other until they were both hoarse. He’d had to change his phone number to stop her from sending him bitter tirades and, worse, heartbroken pleas for him to reconsider. He resisted the urge to look her up for the next year and a half, but he thought about doing it at least once a week, still.

Now, it was time to do it.

Almost. After exercising restraint for so long, it felt wrong to dive in. So he started with the king. Never hurts detective work when your subject has a Wikipedia page...

He wanted to hate King Liam, but it was hard not to root for him as he read about his life. His face didn’t match Damien’s idea of a European royal, for starters. He wanted him to be a doughy balding middle-aged white guy, not a younger Daniel Henney. He didn’t want to get sucked in to the tale of his mother’s tragic and mysterious death, or his older brother’s surprise abdication that led to him unexpectedly being handed the crown only a couple of years later. Or the fact that his people adored and respected him. He just wanted him to be another rich prick, but in reality he was either perfect or extraordinarily skilled at PR. Or both.

Except for this one thing.

Riley Brooks.

He hadn’t expected her to have her own entry. But she did, although the translation into English was spotty in places. Clearly she’d made an impact on Cordonia, becoming a popular public figure with her Cinderella love story, until she’d been publicly exposed and humiliated for an affair with a lesser nobleman.

Damien winced as he pulled up the news story from just six weeks prior. The photos were intrusive and cruel. Riley may have been a bit wild, and it was entirely possible that she did indeed get involved with two men at once, but she didn’t deserve this, regardless. His heart ached for her with an unexpected intensity.

He had to dig deeper for the conspiracy theories. And there were plenty of them.

For instance, that Madeleine, Adelaide’s daughter, had orchestrated the whole thing in order to claim the king for herself.

Or that the King Father had set it up, in order to control his son’s choice of queen.

And an overwhelming number of sources were certain that the king and the mysterious American were still romantically entangled. There were dozens of dark, blurry cell phone photos, not clear or convincing enough to hit major publications, claiming to show King Liam and Riley together in compromising situations. If they were genuine, then the king was shockingly indiscreet and borderline fetishistic about hooking up outdoors, in public.

Damien glanced at his camera. This might be too easy. But he would never forgive himself if he was the photographer behind the next round of humiliating photos to damage Riley’s reputation.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number of the hotel that Adelaide had told him about. She hadn’t even bothered to give the front desk a fake name.

“Hello?” Her voice was chipper but somewhat confused when she answered the call. His mouth suddenly went dry when he heard her voice on the other end of the line.

“Riley,” he croaked awkwardly, “It’s uh...it’s Damien...Nazario. Can we meet?”

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Riley kept to the sidelines at the UN ball, praying for the night to end already. Her friends were off dancing...well, except for Drake, who was just off drinking. But Liam was still busy circulating the room, charming everyone he came across in that easy manner he had. She tried not to be too obvious about staring at him, but he just kept drawing her eye. He was irresistible.

She pulled herself away with a sigh, realizing she was staring again, and snuck up to the roof to pull out her phone. Damien had texted her his new number -- I can’t believe that son of a bitch actually changed his number to escape me in the first place -- and she was itching to find out what was so important that he had tracked her down after all this time. She wanted so badly to say something, anything, but couldn’t come up with any words that didn’t seem desperate and depressing.

“Ah, I’d hoped I would find you out here.” She jumped at the voice behind her, but grinned as she turned to see Liam, suddenly right behind her with a huge grin on his face.

“You snuck up on me,” she scolded, turning around and wrapping her arms loosely over his shoulders. “I thought you were busy.”

“Never too busy for you,” he said softly, kissing her forehead. She pulled away and shot him a glare that made him wince. “OK, sometimes too busy for you, but I always make time eventually. Right?”

“That’s true,” she sighed, rising to her toes to kiss him properly on the lips.

“You said earlier that we needed to talk...is everything OK?”

“I’m not sure,” she answered, frowning and biting her lip. “An old boyfriend reached out to me today.”

“Oh? Should I be worried?” Liam smirked, a little bit of genuine nervousness showing through his confident facade.

“Well...maybe? He said he had to talk to me...about you.”

Liam frowned. “Why would a stranger know anything about me that you don’t already know?”

She hugged him then, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’m sure it’s not like that, OK? But he’s a detective, and a pretty good one. He might have important information. Or it might be something he thinks is important that we already know...I have no idea. But he wants to meet me later tonight.”

“OK,” Liam said, pulling away and nodding thoughtfully. “OK, that’s good. I’m coming with you.”

“You can’t do that. You’re busy with the court. Plus Bastien would never let you go out alone, and I don’t know if I trust him yet.”

“I’m sorry Riley but I have to insist. I can lose Bastien. How can we be sure this man doesn’t pose a threat to you?”

“I trust him,” she insisted. “Things got bad between us, but he’s a good person.”

“I trusted my father,” Liam stated simply, a slight edge of bitterness to his voice. “I trusted Bastien. You trusted Penelope. Even good people can be turned against you.”

Riley pondered that for a moment, unable to give a good response. He was right. Damien was a good person, but that didn’t mean he was on her side. Especially after everything they’d been through.

“OK. He’s going to be pissed when I don’t show up alone, though.”

Liam smiled, giving her one last quick kiss before heading back inside. “Let him be.”

[eye-raq]

I wanna try a new play

Erik x Black Reader.

Warnings: This is a SMUT with some Knife play kink. blood is mentioned. Quite long oneshot.

Summary: Its an average ass night for these two in the playroom, Erik wants to try out his longtime fantasy of knife play with his obedient sub girl.

Special thanks to my wifey @vanitykocaine for helping me! 

Hope you ladies enjoy please LIKE, AND REBLOGGGG.

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The table was cold underneath her skin in the middle of their playroom. She lay there stiffly, watching his body from her peripheral vision trail back and forth on the side of the table. The red hue of the light set a euphoric vibe for the both of them and the anticipation was almost unbearable. 

Right on the opposite side of the table was a vintage VHS camcorder that Erik loved to use during playtime to record all his favorite moments. This was clearly a special occasion since he brought it out tonight.

“Look at you, fucking helpless laid out in front of Daddy. My little fucking princess.”

He ran a single finger up her arm, “Daddy loving this shit right now. If only you could see yourself..” 

Erik was completely bare, ski mask resting over the top of his head, not fully covering his face. His gold chain clung to his almond-colored skin and those gold fang grills in his mouth didn’t help situations, it only made her want to lick his teeth and suck his lips.

“You know what daddy wants to play with today?” 

He walked away, finally coming back after about a minute with a small duffle bag resting at his feet.

“So what? you mute today? can’t fucking speak?” 

She gulped, horse voice finally speaking out “What do you have in mind Daddy.”

She dug her nails into the cold surface of the table, watching him dig into the bag. She could hear the sound of metal rubbing against each other and it made her chest clench. Did he want to do what she thought? 

One by one, he roughly stabbed blades and daggers of different sizes into the wood table, trailing it along the length of her body. She froze, eyes gazing at the many lengths and shapes of them with a mixture of awe and fear.

“Daddy has a whole collection of these.” He stared down impressed.

“Which one would you like Daddy to use for knife play today?” His low voice was like music to her ears, causing her to lift from the table to get a better view. Her black lingerie-clad body flenched as she came across an all black snake blade. it was long and sleek and sexy. She ran her fingers along the blade, watching her reflection in it.

“Good choice.” Erik snatched it up quick, flipping the blade in his hand with skill. He pointed the blade at her then, leaning in further.

“In this room, Daddy is in control. When I tell you to do something, I mean that shit. You can leave all that fear at the door now princess because today I’m Killmonger, not Erik.” He had a warning in his voice and his eyes were set and hard on her. Her eyelids fluttered, “Yes Daddy Killmonger, I’m at your will.”

He smirked down at her evilly, “That's right my little bitch.”

He walked around the table with the blade in his hand, eyes never leaving her. 

“Tonight I get to see how that blood taste. I’ve been longing for this.” 

He pressed the cold blade to her belly, circling there over her belly button. She arched from the contact, rolling her hips. Erik lifted the blade, digging the sharp point into her belly slightly, causing her to go stiff.

“Communicate your level of pain” He pressed it further, eyes concentrating.

“0 Daddy.” He hummed in approval, “Good, let's keep it at 0″

He dragged the blade up to her bra, running it under her straps before slicing them clean in half on each side quick.

It was so quick that his hands were a blur, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. Erik forcefully ripped the rest of the fabric off, tossing it to the other side of the room.

“You know what I imagined?” He leaned forward, taking one of her hard nipples in between his lips sucking slow then biting. She hissed low, eyelids fluttering.

“I imagined sticking my blade RIGHT. HERE. watching the blood ooze like wine.” He pointed the blade in between her breasts, applying pressure and finally breaking the skin. She gripped the edges of the table hard, eyes squeezed and her toes curling.

It hurt so damn good. She couldn’t lie about that.

Erik lifted the blade to his tongue, licking it slow, eyes lustful and on his princess.

“Level of pain princess.” 

“0..0 Daddy.” She breathed out low to try and calm her heart.

“Good, that’s what daddy wants.” He leaned over her, his hard dick pressing into her side as he tongue kissed her wound, moaning in between every lick and suck.

“It’s so fucking sweet baby, it's just as good as that pussy.”

He rubbed his lips into her blood, “I want you to taste yourself.”

He slowly brought his lips to hers, gripping her chin tight before crashing his lips on hers. 

“Oh fuck yes”

His tongue grazed hers.

“Yes taste it”

He bit at her lip watching the red stain her teeth.

“It tastes good, doesn’t it?”

She ran her tongue over her teeth eyes on his.

“So sweet princess”

He sucked her lip slow, bringing the blade to her lips for more.

“I just want more.”

He brought the blade to her neck, making a small incision that made her almost curl from the contact. She moaned out loudly, moving her head to the side to allow him more access.

He gripped her neck, damn near choking her as he tongued her blood.

“It's so good omg.” He was in heaven. He couldn’t help but love the way she tasted, and he was bloodthirsty.

He lifted his head, pressing his thumb into her wound to draw more blood. He placed his thumb on the tip of his dick, rubbing it there.

“Daddy wants you to suck his dick.” He gripped her head rough, dragging it to his dick.

“I want you to choke on my shit, remember...in here you do what I say.”

He pressed his blood covered dick to her mouth, grinding there for access and she obediently opened for him.

“Good girl, now swallow my shit.”

He lowered her head to his pelvis, her nose pressing there taking in the smell of his sweaty skin.

She relaxed her throat as he fucked her mouth roughly, her spit oozing to his lower belly, and on her breasts.

He hissed low, tilting his head to get a better view, “FUCK. it's all the way to your throat.” He rolled his hips for traction. 

“Fuck, your good for it baby.” He brought the blade to his lower belly, slicing his skin there. She could feel his blood come into contact with her upper lip and the feel and taste of the iron in his blood mixed with the taste of his skin sent chills up her spine.

“Lick my blood. EVERY FUCKING DROP. I don’t wanna see you waste it.”

He dragged her head to his cut, watching her lick there eyes closed. She was immediately turned on, and she knew her pussy was clenching for him right now.

Erik pulled her head back, watching his blood as it stained her teeth and tongue. He slowly dragged her head back to his throbbing dick, moving her head with every stroke.

“Fuck that god damn mouth.” He watched his spit and blood mix with every stroke, eyebrows knitted together. 

“I bet you can’t get enough of this dick in that nasty fucking mouth.”

She trailed her doe brown eyes to his humming on his dick. She could see his abs began to flex.

Erik pulled her head off his dick, a loud pop, a trail of spit dripping down to her chest.

He bought the blade to her throat slow, twirling it there against her skin. She gulped as the warm surface of it scratched at her skin.

“Daddy wants you to arch your back for him so he can bust that pussy open.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She turned over on her knees, arching her back for him. Her head turned to get a view of him as he held the blade between his teeth, with his dick in his other hand.

He stroked himself slow, resting his glistening dick up with her entrance.

Erik thrust in slow, grabbing her hair tight yanking her head back. He lowered his ski mask over his face, bloody pelvis grinding hard into her pussy. She held onto the edge of the table as it began to move, knives falling forward in front of her hard.

Erik dragged the blade up to her shoulder, dragging it deeper than before along her shoulder. She screamed out low, a single tear escaping her eye, her limbs trembling. Erik leaned forward midstroke, licking her shoulder with his slick tongue, biting down hard with his gold fangs digging into her skin.

“Fuckkk. level. of. pain.” She didn’t respond right away, breathing uneven.

“Princess, I asked you a question didn’t I?” Erik placed the blade between his teeth, dragging his fingers in his blood from his wound mixing it with hers.

He placed his fingers in her mouth, gripping the side of her mouth.

“You can’t fucking speak? OK.” Erik pounded her deeper, causing the table to almost tip forward. She bit down on Erik’s hand from the sudden movement, causing him to grip her hair tighter, bringing her to him with the blade to her throat again.

“You see this blade right?” He circled it around her neck.

“Imagine me slicing you here, it would be an even bigger mess to clean up.”

Her heart leaped in her chest, real fear causing her adrenaline to pump.

“You wouldn’t do that too me Daddy, would you?” Erik slowed his motions, pressing his lips to her ear.

“For you to ask me that question, lets me know that you don’t know Daddy very well.” 

Erik slammed her back to the table hard, her cheek painfully coming into contact with the table. 

“You got Daddy disappointed in you princess, so disappointed.” The blood from his wound smeared on her ass like art as he pounded her hard. She fluttered her eyelids closed, legs giving out on her as her stomach tightened for the sweetest orgasm.

She dug her nails into the table, scraping the wood. Erik felt the pressure build within her, and it was so intense that it pushed him out of her entrance, the burst of liquid gushing out of her pussy, drenching his legs and the floor.

“You fucking bitch. You squirted on Daddy dick.” Erik rubbed the liquid in with his blood, bringing his fingers to his mouth sucking.

He let out a hungry groan, gripping her leg tight, flipping her on the table. He entered her without a word, legs over his shoulders.

She groaned from the contact, hand pressed against his abdomen from how deep he was.

“You can’t take it huh? You can’t take this dick but you can take me cutting that pretty chocolate skin.” Erik placed the blade at her mouth, sticking it in slow. She froze from the contact, eyes glued to the blade pressed against the side of her mouth. One slight movement and he would slice her mouth clean open. Daddy was crazy, especially when he treated her like this.

Her eyes traveled to his, and they were glossy. Erik stared down in excitement and mischief.

“You look so helpless...” He leaned forward, resting his mask covered face in the crook of her neck, grazing his gold fangs into her neck. Her mouth was suspended open from the blade, and he was doing wondrous things with his dick sinking into her walls.

She let out a muffled cry as her lower body lifted from the table to meet his harsh strokes. She felt the pressure again, and her body went stiff to allow it to overtake her body. Erik was lost in her for a moment, releasing the blade from her mouth to stroke harder. She could tell he was lost in her pussy by the way he dropped his role-play act. 

“Yes daddy, give me that dick.” Erik gripped her legs to her ears, leaning up to stare at his princess as he stroked her, throwing his head back from the contact.

The stickiness from his drying blood came into contact with her pussy from each stroke. She reached forward to lift his mask from his face, taking in the sweat that formed on his forehead.

“Fuck, princess I love this pussy.” She could tell he was close, and he knew he was too coming into contact with her neck gripping tight. She reached up to grip his wrist, feeling oxygen deprived.

“Damn princess, Here it go..” He came deep inside of her with force, pulling his dick out jerking the rest onto her lower belly. He threw his head to the side in awe, his body a sweaty tired mess.

Erik released her legs allowing her to lift up on the table.

“That was really intense Erik.”

Erik paused his motions with his hand grasping his Polaroid camera, “You see that door still closed right?” She glanced at the door with caution.

“As long as that door is closed, you refer to me as Daddy Killmonger, You hear me, little girl?”

She saw the warning in his eyes, “Yes daddy, I’m sorry.”

Erik smiled sadistic, dimples deep, “That's my good little princess.”

He walked back over to her, leaning her body back a little resting his head on her stomach right above her cum stain that was mixed with dry blood. He brought the blade to her skin again, his tongue sticking out with the Polaroid camera raised for a selfie picture.

The flash almost blinded her, rubbing her eyes feeling the contact from Erik’s skin going away as he fanned the picture, watching it come into view slowly.

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Hope you guys like this fic, its a bit dark and kinky if you are into that type of stuff

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I promised myself no angst. ...Why did I lie to myself? LOL! By now y’all know that’s kind of my brand. Happiness mixed wit grief or foolishness mixed wit silliness. Drama meets sexy. Okay, I’ma stop, I’ma stop~

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Although you hated this bougie neighborhood with a passion of a thousand suns, Erik promised that y’all would be moving out in a few weeks, a month tops and could choose together on an apartment or house to move into. With that in mind, you decided to find a hobby to occupy your time whenever you weren’t at work, and thus is how jogging became a thing, or actually, briskly walking along the trail that you had found close to the house.

Much to ya boo’s initial irritation, in the mornings you got up around five or six A.M and got dressed before heading out to start the regime, managing maybe two laps before returning to the house for a quick shower and breakfast, Erik always cooked, especially when he realized you had a routine and didn’t plan to stop, whether it’s a small bowl of grits and sausage or eggs and toast, he always made somethin’ because he didn’t consider a bowl of cereal as real breakfast. Then he kissed you on the cheek and locked up before y’all each went to work. 

Sometimes you saw Demi’s thirsty mcgurty lookin’ ass when you got home, as you normally got there first, and she’d always wave to you, sometimes, if you was feelin’ charitable, you’d wave back, most of the time, you pretended not to notice and just went inside. 

Dinner/date night is occasionally a hit and miss. 

If you weren’t too worn out, you’d cook a large enough meal to last several days, but Erik let you know via text whether he’d be working late with T’Challa or nah and to save him a plate, though sometimes he brought restaurant food home and y’all would sit up, watching trashy reality TV or something on Netflix. 

Weeks just shy of a year together, of course something had to go left field. 

You had gotten home later than normal and Erik still hadn’t arrived yet. Since you didn’t feel like cooking tonight, you order some food from that Greek place you’d both tried and liked last week. Rubbing the space between your eyebrows and nose, you glance at your cellphone which vibrates on the island counter. Frowning minutely, you snag the device and enter the code to unlock the screen.

A bad feeling forming in the pit of your stomach, you did as your older cousin bid, logging onto your rarely used Instagram account and finding Erik’s. The bad feeling only got worse as you realized what she was trying to hint at without actually fully dipping into anything. 

On his account, there were of course fans. 

Then there were people who claimed to have known him as kids growing up in Oakland. And then there were the schemers, one of them being a persistent female that seemed to fall into all three categories and was being super extra. Eyebrows raising and drawing together, then raising again, you read the several times she tried to call him out as her baby daddy and even put up an ultrasound picture. You went onto her page and your eyebrows raised to your hairline again, as she seemed pretty ‘normal’, minus her obsession with celebrities. Breanna hadn’t checked this girl out before giving you the scoop, obviously, or she’d have picked up on how delusional this girl truly was and her weird behavior.

“Baby, you wouldn’t believe the crazy thing that happened today.”

Distractedly, you tilt your chin and like clockwork, Erik kissed your cheek. “What happened?” Putting the cellphone down, you looked in his direction, to see that he’s opening the fridge and pulled out a gallon of apple juice. 

“You know how T’Challa likes to give those grand speeches an’ shit?” You hum to let him know that you’d heard him. “We was at this convention on 5th and Raeburn, that street by Lockland and Donahue Ave, with that community center still being constructed?”

“I remember.” You nod. 

“There was this pack of...” he poured some apple juice into a glass. “Old ladies that just came out in like, they Sunday finest or somethin’ and they was flirting mad heavy wit T’Challa. It was funny as fuck because because his eyes were screaming ‘help me!’ but his body language was relaxed. I think he nearly jumped out his skin when one of’em pinched him on the butt.” As he took a swig of his drink, he nearly choked on it, far too amused by the memory. 

“I warned him not to wear that suit.” 

You’re about to inquire further into what the hell he’s talking about but then he’s pulling out his cellphone, entering the code to unlock the device and showing you a picture. There T’Challa was and he’s dressed in a nice suit, in an offhand way, you can admit that he’s handsome but...

“He look like he goin’ to deliver a speech at church.”

Erik laughed, pocketing his phone. “Right?? I told him not to trust his stylist on this one. But ay, what do I know about deflecting attention and girls?”

And there is your opening, dropped neatly in your lap. You scratch your cheek. “It’s funny that you would say that. I mean, I guess you know all ‘bout swerving bitches, especially this one, right?” Before Erik could open his mouth and utter a word of rebuttal or defense, you shoved him the evidence. His teeth clicked shut and he pointed at the cellphone held loftily in your hold, scratching at his beard. 

“I was gon tell you about her.” 

You raised both eyebrows. “Really, when? Because she’s been in contact witchu since...three weeks ago. I gotta admit that got me feelin’ some type of way.” 

“Oh, you feelin’ some type of way?” He widened his eyes. “Baby, this is a blatant invasion of privacy. I ain’t given you any type of reason to think I’m doin’ nothin’ wrong because I haven’t been. An’, an’ you snooping through my social media accounts like I’m some sort of grimy ass nigga that fuck ‘round on you any chance I get? The fuck, girl?”

“Don’t try to switch it around.” You cross your arms over your chest. “I ain’t implied you was guilty of doin’ nothin’ wit nobody. I just want to know why you didn’t just let me know about this chick?” He cut you an incredulous look and you pursed your lips, giving him an annoyed look back.

 “...N’Jadaka, you love me. I love you. You say that you want me to be yo wife, you wanna marry me? Then secrets like this should not exist in our relationship, so that others outside our relationship can poke their noses in our business. We coulda handled this together, like a team.” 

He reared back. “Okay, back up. ‘Others outside our relationship’.” Scratching his neck, he looked away, counted to twenty, then looked back at you. “Someone else been snooping on my social media accounts, reporting back to you?” There’s another long moment of silence. “Someone in your family?” Erik questioned, though it might as well have been a statement. 

You realized you’d accidentally let the truth slip. “Well, it’s getting late...” You yawned, obnoxious and loud as you raise up from your seat. 

Stretching a hand out, he stops you from running away. “Y/N.”

“I’m not gon name any names, but yes. Okay? Yes. I didn’t tell this person to do that, but they felt it was pertinent information for me to know, just in case. My family,” You let out a large sigh. “My family’s always in errbody business. It’s partially why I stay away from them in the first place.” You glance at him, looking him straight in the eye. “...You still should have told me.”

Erik reached out, snagging your wrists and bringing you closer to him. “I know. I had plans to but...I just figured I should squash all the craziness before telling you about it.”

You can feel his heartbeat, a steady rhythm beneath your ear. “I’d feel better if I knew the truth.” You look up at him, he looked down at you. 

“...Is that yo baby, Erik?”

Almost as if he expected that, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a crumpled up letter, offering it to you. Looking at him in askance, but not receiving an answer, you instead opened the letter, reading silently, sounding the words out. Then looking at him once again and he raised an eyebrow, a bit of dimple showing as he cocked his head to the side.

“That’s not yo baby.” 

He took the paper back. “No it ain’t.” Erik assured. “I wasn’t even gon pay that girl none of my attention or feed into that bullshit, but T’Challa was persistent I get the DNA test done. Like my pull out game that weak.”

A startled laugh escaped. “Nigga...”

The doorbell rang and you looked in the direction of the front door. “There’s dinner.” Before you could take a step towards it, he tugged you back. “...What?”

“Witcho history of answering doors, let’s not chance it.” You roll your eyes and he maneuvered you so that you’re walking back to the dining room. “I got it.” 

So, crisis averted. It’s clear that you and Erik still had some issues to work out individually and together, but there was an intent to actually do so, not to let the problem fester into something bigger. Talks of therapy were brought into discussion that night and while he initially balked at the idea, by morning he agreed to at the very least try. 

Another week passed. 

Nakida’s fifteenth birthday was coming up fast and Darius needed a little help getting everything together for her party. His little girl was maturing into a little lady and there were things that she didn’t like anymore that she did last year and a lot of the new things that she liked or wanted were way, way out of his price range. 

Being that Darius is a quiet, prideful individual and man, you had to come at him in a certain way so that he didn’t feel like you were looking down on him, and with Erik’s go head -- (“Baby, you really gotta stop asking me if you can bring ya family over. This is our house. Ours, not just mines.”) -- had offered to have the party right here in y’all home. 

The backyard was big enough for the entire immediate family to come if they wanted to. And being that Nakida was sort of raised by everybody, not just Darius, of course they wanted to. People were bringing plates, drinks (alcohol and not), extra food, and decorations, and Darius, after much hemm’ing and haww’ing, eventually just surrendered.

Finally, the day arrived, and things were going off (miraculously) without a hitch! Perhaps because it was just universally acknowledged and accepted not to start any BS on Nakida’s birthday. 

Whatever the reasoning, you were thankful for it.

Things certainly got a little more interesting when Erik got home, the party still in full swing, with T’Challa in tow. 

“Happy birthday.” The king smiled, holding out his gift. Nakida thanked him, fidgeting as she looked from T’Challa to Erik and back again. “...Is everything okay?”

Nakida hesitated for a long moment, clearly wanting to say something before nodding. “Food’s for everyone, help yaself, bye!”

T’Challa looked at Erik, wordlessly asking what was going on, but Erik shrugged, “Teenagers.” That’s all he had to say on the subject. “Look, I’m hungry as shit. I’m bout to make me a plate.”

“Wait, I’m hungry too!”

“You say that like it’s my problem.” 

Breanna softly shook your arm. “Oh my gah, he’s here again.” The older woman hissed. You cut her a look and she released you. “Sorry! It’s just, why you ain’t tell me? I woulda dressed up more.”

“Girl, this a birthday party. Good thing neither of us knew T’Challa was comi--mmph?!”

“Don’t mention the ‘c’ word and his name in the same sentence. I can feel myself having ideas, like does he smile when he has the big ‘O’?” 

Davion tossed a cup of water on her as he passed by. “You. just. nasty.” 

“Oooh, boy!”

Rolling your eyes heavenward, you shook your head as Breanna chased Davion around, trying to beat him up. What was a celebration of any kind in this family without a bit of drama?

“Who is that?” T’Challa inquired, watching as the woman went running by, a slightly younger male laughing. 

Erik is more interested in eating his plate. “Whatchu talmbout now?”

“Stand still so I can beat ya ass!”  “Hell nah, bruh! You can’t get mad because I told the truth!”

It’d be rude to point. So T’Challa juts his chin at the woman, trying to be as subtle as he can. Erik glances around to see who he’s talking about, only to nearly choke on some macaroni as he realized who his cousin had pointed out.

“You met her before. Go talk to her.”

T’Challa’s shaking his head before he even finished saying his suggestion. “No, I can’t.” Erik rose from his seat and the other man slightly panicked. “Where are you going?”

Erik waved him off. Unlike T’Challa secretly feared, Erik didn’t go and rat him out, instead going into the house for some reason. Releasing the breath that he didn’t know that he’d been holding in, he turned around, deciding to enjoy his own plate of food before it got too cold.

“Oooh, ayyy, zaddy.”

T'Challa suddenly found himself with a lapful of a beautiful, smiling woman. He thinks her name is… Wracking his brain desperately, after a few seconds, he smiled, clearing his throat, “…Breanna?”

Apparently his guess is right because she nuzzled her face into his neck and he bites the inside of his cheek. “Yes, my extra fione chocolate man?”

“I do not, ah…I do not think…”

“Don’t worry, baby daddy, leave the thinking to me.”

Isiah is wandering by to refill his cup. But paused in his tracks when he overheard that last little tidbit. “Pregnant? You pregnant? Didn’t you say you was getting yo tubes tied, Fertile Myrtle?!”

“Damn, cuz. You move fast. I said talk to her, not knock her up.” N'Jadaka threw his two cents in.

“That baby ain’t goin’ to Wakanda, bruh.” Darius said bluntly.

“There is not…she is not…”

“It’s a girl and I'ma name her Te'Jai.” Breanna proclaimed.

Eventually, the truth is soused out and poor T’Challa is told that he’s being teased, to get him to lighten up. He does relax greatly afterwards, coming out of his suit and listening to jokes, sometimes trading some of his own and stories. 

Most people went home by 2 A.M. but the ones who didn’t stayed in the guest rooms. Color you surprised when T’Challa came sneaking out Breanna’s room a quarter to five. He looked at you with the classic deer in headlights expression, you looked at him before shrugging and opening the door, gesturing for him to go first. 

They was grown. 

Whatever they did or did not do wasn’t none of ya business. 

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James orsino -goth gay YA ch 5

“Hey,” Orsino said. He was smiling at me. “Nice to see you. James, right?”

“And you’re Orsino.”

“I’m Robin,” said a girl with good skin and short hair in a flat-top. She looked like a panel from a 1980s lesbian comic. “I’m Orsino’s sister.”

“Hi,” I said. “Does anyone want weed?”

They did. We smoked and January talked to Ian. I didn’t get all of what they said, but Ian was glowing. Overhead the trees dropped a few leaves and some of the pine needles from the scrubby little pine tree by the house blew over the yard and into the bonfire, sparking as they went. There were at least fifty people at the show. Probably more, inside the house and around in front where they weren’t meant to be. People were slowly trickling back around the edges of the show space in the garage, waiting for the temperature inside to finally get cool enough to repopulate. 

“So are you from around here?” I asked Orsino. “Or where?” I had given him a joint I’d rolled earlier and been carrying around in my cigarette case. He coughed a lot as he smoked.

“Down south about an hour,” Orsino said. “Near Centralia, kind of. But most of the time lately I live up in Tacoma with Robin and January. My dad owns some cows and a chicken farm and my mom is always fighting with him and it’s bad to be around. You?”

“I’m from here,” I said. “I’m in high school. One of the ones near the farms. It’s all rednecks. No gays really.”

“You go to that Compton House thing?” Orsino asked. “I know that’s like, a big thing for gay kids here. My therapist was trying to get me to go since I didn’t like the trans group in Tacoma.”

“I go,” I said. “I’m on the Speakers’ Bureau doing sex education at schools and public organizations and stuff.”

“Oh,” Orsino said. He waggled his eyebrows. “You know a lot about sex then?” He exhaled some of the smoke from his joint into my face and smiled.

“In the public health sense, anyway,” I said. “I know where to get condoms and free dental dams.” I paused. I really wanted to say something flirtatious, but wasn’t sure what to start with. “And I know from Delaney and Genet and White for the rest, though who knows what I’m missing in that sense.” I could feel my hands reach up and touch the bad little patch of stubble on my neck. I wished there was a mirror or a dark window around I could glance into to make sure I didn’t look like a fool. I crossed my legs and turned more towards Orsino.

“Don’t know who those guys are,” Orsino smirked. His eyes were really dark brown and the firelight was sort of reflected there. I couldn’t tell if he was making fun of me for the references or making fun of me for doing sex education as a teenager like some kind of Young Democrat. I didn’t know his vibe enough to tell.

“They’re all older. Delaney’s the one you’re supposed to read, I’m pretty sure,” I said. “Or at least, he’s the one most likely to have been read by hot people, from what I can tell.”

“Oh, it’s a book,” said Orsino. 

“He’s an author,” I said. “Samuel Delaney. Chip Delaney. Time Square Red, Time Square Blue. Science fiction and sexy gay memoir. Never mind. I’m stoned. I’m sorry.”

“He writes about sex and taught you sex, is what you’re saying.”

“Yeah.”

“Does he write about like specific kinks you were trying to communicate to me or something?”

I felt my face grow hot. “Public bathrooms,” I said. “Is one thing he’s very into. Not that I am. Unless you are. But that’s not—it’s just his prose.”

“Do you always give a … what’s it called. A bibliography. Do you always do that when someone asks you about sex?”

“Do you always ask boys about sex two seconds after meeting them?”

“Only when they’re hot,” Orsino said. “Then yeah, I do. Sorry, I can’t read social cues well. Was that out of line?”

“No.”

“You didn’t answer the question. You go around give out bibliographies about sex? Like that pink hair lady who draws that weird comic about sex toys online?”

“You’re the one named fucking Orsino,” I said. “Literary references are something you signed up for.” I took a hit from my pipe. I was starting to feel slightly more comfortable, but it wasn’t happening fast enough. I glanced at Orsino’s hands. The nails were short. His pinky nail on his left hand was painted black but none of the other fingernails were. There was a little stick-and-poke of a rabbit on the back of his right hand.

“Maybe I should change it,” he said. “To something butch. I can be Harry. Or Brandon.”

“A trade name,” I said. 

“A farm boy name.”

“Brandon is a G.O.P candidate name.”

“Now that’s trade.”

“What music do you like, Brandon?”

“Well, I’m here. OVID’s good. January can be a bitch a little bit, but it’s good music. And I like Dyke Drama and G.L.O.S.S, obviously. And LOONE. But also Mitski. And Blood Kennel and Limp Wrist and Dick Binge. But I also like The Shins.”

“My dad likes The Shins,” I said. “I have like a gag reflex about The Shins.” I could hear my voice, catty and faggy. “They’re such a dad band. How old are you, anyway?”

“Eighteen,” Orsino said.

“Okay. Well, for an eighteen-year-old you sure like dad bands.”

“It’s good music,” Orsino said. “You gotta listen to the lyrics. What about you?”

“I only listen to Ariana Grande,” I said, smirking at him stupidly and fluttering my eyelashes. I might have been being dumb, but he was still smiling at me, so I wanted to try being bolder. “And Gaga. I literally only listen to Just Dance by Lady Gaga and Pete Davidson by Ariana Grande every single day of my life. On repeat. I hate punk music.”

“Oh, really,” Orsino said in a flat-affect kind of voice. “You must be having a really interesting time here tonight then.”

“It’s really funny music,” I said. “And nobody is wearing platform boots or a rainbow pin or jewels or teal hair or anything.”

“I saw someone with teal hair,” Orsino said.

“That was me, actually. Earlier. I came with teal hair and an Ariana Grande tour shirt and changed.”

“Oh really,” Orsino said. He made eye contact with me and then slowly reached out and pulled at one of my curls. “I like what you’ve done with your hair since then. Insta-dye job to black. Insta-goth. It’s a really cute haircut on you, actually.”

“Thanks. I did it in the bathroom sink,” I said. “Just now. Using charcoal from the fire. I thought, oh no, everyone has dark hair or bad orangey dry bleach jobs. I have to fit in.”

“You’re doing good and blending in,” Orsino said. He finished the joint and ground out the end in the dirt under the stump. “Wait. Did you just neg me for my bleach job?” 

I felt my face fall. “What?”

“You said bad bleach jobs and looked at my hair. Were you making fun of me for my bleach job? You know, negging me? I know it’s all dry forest fire thatch up here.”

“I guess I did,” I said. I looked at his hair and back at his eyes. 

“Didn’t expect you to be acting like a straight English major goth at a sorority party over here,” Orsino said. “Calling all the girls ugly cause you think it’ll make them like you.”

I swallowed. “You’re right. That was cruel of me. I made fun of your name, earlier, too, and that was wrong. I shouldn’t be mean to cute boys.” 

“And my music taste.”

“That’s just a difference of opinion.”

Orsino looked at me like a cat playing with a mouse, but in a friendly way. “You were very cruel about my hair, though. I feel so small.”

“Sorry. It’s a bad habit. You can do two negs for me now. Tell me I’m ugly so you can hit on me better.”

“Hm,” Orsino said. He swung one hairy leg over the stump so half of him was in shadow under the trees and his right foot was nestled in the ivy and broken glass that lay all along the perimeter of the Goat Mansion yard. “Well, you aren’t ugly, so I can’t do exactly that. Maybe I want to save my negs. Find your weak spots and then go in for the kill.”

“I’m shaking,” I said. 

“Okay. I have one. My first one is that your mustache sucks. It’s like really cute that you’re trying it and I know what you’re going for, and the concept is attractive to me, and I like your philtrum, but it’s a bad mustache.”

“Ooh. Ouch. That stings,” I said. “I think it stings more because of all the compliments you threw in with it to cushion it.” But I scooted closer to him.

“I can do more.” He looked at me hard. “If you consent. I can be meaner about it.”

“About my mustache? Okay,” I said. “But I might be hurt and never speak to you again.”

“You’re trying to look like Freddie Mercury or something, right? You look like a summer camp counselor from the 1980s.”

“Ouch! You sure snatched my wig.” I put on a faggy voice. It kind of did sting to hear him say that, though also I knew that my mustache amounted to about twenty-four downy bad little hairs. But I guess I deserved it.

“See how it feels?” Orsino scooted a little closer. I found myself appreciating how broad his shoulders and torso were compared to mine. I looked at his smile. His canines were a little crooked.

“I actually am a summer camp counselor,” I said. “During the summer.”

“I’m Sherlock Holmes.”

“I can give you another weak spot,” I said. “I’m a nerd and I used to be a horse girl. Got any horse related disses?”

“It doesn’t count if you give them to me. That’s a self defense maneuver. Also I don’t know if you’re even telling the truth. It’s gotta be something you’re sensitive about.”

“Are you sensitive about your hair and your name?”

“Yes! I’m a punk. My image is very important to me. Talking shit on my hair was mean. You started this whole battle.”

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry already. But give me time to recover from your first cutting remark before you do any more to me.” I put away my pipe. I glanced briefly over at Ian. Jukebox had left and now he was talking to Opal and Robin a few feet away. I felt like socially I was obligated to join their shit instead of sitting here talking to this boy I didn’t really know yet. At least so I could be up on the whole deal with Miss San Juan and the Dusties or whatever the new band was called. “Do you want to meet my friends?” I asked Orsino, standing. 

“Sure,” he said. He pulled himself up. “Hey, you’re not really hurt about the mustache thing, right?” He wasn’t smiling as much any more.  “I was just playing around. Your mustache is fine. It looks like every other high school punk’s mustache. Better than some. Better than mine. And you’re cute. You pull it off pretty good.”

I realized he thought he had misstepped and now I’d lost interest. I felt a flutter in my stomach. 

“It’s a really sensitive topic for me because of my gender dysphoria,” I said in a deadpan voice. I walked over to Ian and Opal and Robin.

Orsino followed me, squinting a little as if he couldn’t tell if I was joking. He put his thumbs into the belt loops of his pants.“Are you serious?” He asked.  "I’m sorry, I…”

“I won’t ever forgive you. Hey, meet my friends. Here are my friends Opal and Ian, who I guess have a band now.”

Ian paused. He had been saying something to Robin about some music stuff. I wasn’t sure what equipment they were talking about but it had hertz. He looked over to Orsino and then me and raised his eyebrows. 

“Hey,” he said. “I’m Miss San Juan, otherwise known as Ian. You saw me set up and then saw my set just now. You were jumping. Didn’t get your name.”

“I was indeed jumping,” Orsino said. “It was a pretty good show for how messy it seemed like things were before it started. You did good. You have a great stage presence. I’m Orsino.” He held out his hand, arcing his arm out for a man-handshake. 

Ian placed his delicate little hand in Orsino’s big one like a princess greeting her security guard. “Pleased to meet you.”

“I’m Orsino,” Orsino said again to Opal, holding out his hand again. For the first time I realized he was maybe kind of too stoned.

“I’m Opal,” said Opal. “I’m a drummer and use they/them pronouns and I’m really hungry for some trash food right now. Does anyone else want food?” They looked at me and then at Orsino. “You both look like you want some trash food.”

“Fuck yeah,” Orsino said. “Do we know when the next show starts, though?”

“There’s the gas station that doesn’t sell beer around the corner that way,” Opal said. “They have chips and sometimes hot dogs and pizza. We’ll be quick.”

“Let’s go,” Orsino said. He put his arm around my shoulders and set off toward the edge of the yard as if we had been walking together like that everywhere for years, as if he had touched me before.

“I don’t think I want food right now,” Ian said. “I’ll stay here.” He had a sort of quiet, wan tone in his voice that made me pause.

“Oh,” I said, and dug my feet into the ground to stop and pulled away from Orsino’s arm. I looked from Orsino to Ian. I didn’t want to leave Ian standing here alone right after his big set. “Ian, are you sure? You’ll need calories in a little bit.”

“I just feel like standing and smoking for a second in the quiet over here by the fence,” Ian said. 

“Quieter out by the gas station,” I said.

“I don’t feel like walking.”

“I’ll stay here too then,” I said. 

“I’m still going,” Orsino said. “I’m genuinely hungry.”

“Come on, then, big papa,” Opal said. “Let’s get some cheese fuel.” They turned their chair and wheeled fairly rapidly across the grass. 

[stargleeksil-blog]

Criminal Minds s04e23 Roadkill review - or more aptly named, cutesy (by CM standards) filler episode that eventually disappointed me in regards to Lynch the Bitch

Episode 23 – Roadkill

Hey guys, so unfortunately tonight I’m only doing this one review … it pisses me off, because I really wanted to go on with this as much as possible so I’ll be able to watch season five already, but alas, I’ve been at work today and straight after I had to take a five hour bus journey down to see my folks for the long weekend. So Shemar and Matthew will have to wait until tomorrow for the last episodes of the season and the beginning of season five.

But, let’s not focus on the negative, and let’s see what happens. All right?

Let’s get started.

Smoking guy. Already a bad sign.

Uh oh, she has a gas leak, that’s not good. Lady. Stop driving!

She just told her friend she might get a bad reception area. Come on. You’re hopeless, sheeple.

Oh dear. He’s gonna run over her. Oh no.

Get off the fucking road! Why didn’t she run sideways instead of forwards? I’m seriously confused at people’s lack of … I don’t know even how to call this.

“Penelope is hoping the migraine she woke up with this morning goes away in time for the Small Wonder marathon tonight.”

Of course, lovely, but why talk to yourself in the third person?

“You decent?” “Never.”

Ha, I love you, lady.

And Lynch the Bitch is back, oh boy.

“Look at you. Did somebody die?”

Ha. Guess it’s seriously bizarre to see him in a suit.

“BAU yearbook photo?”

Oh god, she is so cute.

“I have a job interview.”

Wait. What? Doesn’t he already work for the FBI?

“Hey, rock star, you up for that systems promotion?”

So cute!

“A friend of mine is a headliner for the NSA. Uh, they’re looking for analysts versed in scyber warfare.” Wait. Aren’t hackers and the NSA mortal enemies?

“Really? That sounds exciting.” Aw, I love how supportive she is of Lynch even though it’s obvious it’s wrong.

“Yeah, the job is totally cutting edge.”

You nerd.

“Yeah, it sounds like it. Are you sure you’re gonna want to make the commute to Fort Mead every day?” Oh god, it’s not in Quantico, RED ALERT.

“It’s an overseas position.” Fuck you.

“Where overseas?”

“I can’t say, it’s classified.” For real?

“Are we breaking up right now?”

As much as I hate to see my baby girl broken up over someone, I have to say, finally! “They haven’t hired me yet. It’s my final interview.” Wait. Final?

“How long have you known about this?”

“A few weeks.” Oh darling, you’re in deep guano.

“And is this what you want?” oh god, my heart.

‘I don’t know … the long-distance thing would be rough.’ Wait, what?

“Yeah, it would be, considering you can’t even tell me where you’re going.”

“I could if you applied with me.” Wait. What now?

“Leave the BAU?” No! Hell no!

“I need to get back to work.” Oh god, Lynch is such a bitch!

My baby! Don’t cry!!!! He’s not worth it!

Wait. The fucker who ran over that lady actually backed over her? Damn.

“Two tons of metal make a hell of an impact.” True, baby.

“Easy targets, randomly selected.” So awful.

Poodle!

Wait. The asshole is actually repairing his car after the hit so he can do it over and over again/ Oh god, now I feel sick. I’m regretting that potato.

Booth Tarkington: “I’m not sure about automobiles. With all their speed forward, they may be a step backward in civilization.” Whoa. That’s deep.

“The fact that men have an unnatural bond with their cars.”

“That is true.”

“Wait a minute. I don’t know about unnatural.”

Oh honey.

“I once dated a guy who washed his car more than he washed his hair.” Ew.

“A nice car needs love.”

Oh honey.

Oh Derek.

“And a woman doesn’t?”

“I’m not qualified to answer that.” Oh Rossi, you slick dude.

Derek, you little shit!!!!!

“I’m just saying, big car – it’s phallic.”

Did they just use that word or are my ears impaired from whining coffee addicts?

“Or overcompensating.”

Did my poodle just say that? Oh god.

“Impotent?”

Seriously? I thought we established the rules about hot guys and sexy talk. Ugh.

“Vehicular rape.”

Oh god.

“Rape and thrill kill are two very different profiles.” Are they, though?

Yummy Shemar butt.

“Perfect place for an ambush.”

True.

“You don’t think this was a random attack.”

Oh boy.

“That takes thrill kill off the table.”

Yup.

“Sabotage.”

Yup.

“Sounds like he debadged the truck so nobody could ID him.” Oh boy.

“He might not be working at all. Stalking someone, getting to know their schedule, it’s a pretty serious time commitment.” And how would my poodle know that?

At least the doctor had sense to literally move out of the way instead of running ahead. Phew.

Wait. Never mind.

Why didn’t he run behind the parking cars?

Wait. He flattened a podiatrist? Shit.

“Did you ever smoke?”

“I used to do a lot of things.”

Oh god, I love Emily.

“He field-stripped it.”

“What’s that?”

Taking out the filter then ball up the surrounding paper? Oh boy.

“I think I know what connects the victims.”

They all drove red 2-door coupes.

Seriously?

Oh god.

Look at that floppy, glorious hair. He could be a hair product model. Wait. Was that what he did before this?

“We believe the unsub us ex-military, most likely army or marines.”

Oh boy.

Wait. Didn’t we just see him in a wheelchair? I’m not following this.

Wait. So a guy who drives a red coup, like the victims, came in and claimed guilty for the killings? Why?

Oh. So he hit the dude who is now killing the pour souls who decided to drive a red coup. Got it.

“Did he ever talk about getting even?”

Oh my smart cupcake.

“You had to know this guy was disturbed.”

Uh yeah, drawing killer trucks after being in a car accident … yup.

“Well, there’s gotta be a paper trail, then.”

“Yeah, and that trail leads to a land called nowhere.” Aww.

“My exquisitely educated guess is …”

Oh god, I love this woman to death.

“I smell what you’re cooking, agent.”

Seriously?

“Yeah, Rossi gets a fruit cup with lunch.”

Oh my god, I love Garcia so fucking much.

Oh god.

“Hey, baby girl, I need you to run a plate, fast.”

So he’s finally learned to use a phone? Good.

Oh boy. Oh boy. He’s gonna hit a biker. Fuck.

Wait. So the unsub was driving the red car? I don’t get it.

Did Hotch just seriously drive into that truck? Fuck, he’s awesome.

Shit. Honey. Why did you say you were OK when you’re not?

Aw, his wife is Julia Dever! That’s Seamus Dever’s wife, Kevin Ryan from Castle XD love her so much.

Aw, JJ let Bonner off the hook. So cute.

“Garcia is … contemplating a life of solitude and celibacy.” Never, baby.

So hold on. Kevin didn’t get the job? There was no hiring? The position just went away, someone hacked into the server? Oh god.

“With your delicate stomach, you wouldn’t have been able to stand the food in Karachi.”

Wait.

He never told her it’s there.

Wait. So he didn’t even want to go in the first place if she hadn’t gone with him?

First smart thing he did in his entire appearance in this show.

Ugh. Guess Lynch the Bitch isn’t going anywhere yet.

Mahatma Gandhi: “The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still, small voice of conscience.”

Wow. I love that little Buddhist.

 Okay. So this episode was all kinds of cuteness. I mean, the murder thing was terrible and those victims were just plain dumb, but it did end in a good way. It was really cute. Kind of disappointing because Kevin Lynch didn’t leave the show after all, which sucks balls, because as you all know, I ship Derek/Penelope from the very first season. So yeah. But we got to see Rossi and Morgan talk about how they love cars and the girls judging them, which was awesome.

Overall? Felt like a filler episode, kind of apropos for a late night watch.

Will continue tomorrow as soon as I open the presents my dad got me from his trip to Malta.

See you guys! Thanks again for the love and support, deeply appreciated.

[sleepynobie]

19 Relationship Goals (707 x Reader)

(A/N: This would be my fav from all time lol XD)

1. Role Play

Zen: Guysss!! Hear me out!! I got an offer to become a model in one of the famous fashion company!

(Name): Congratulation Zen

Zen: Awww thank you ;). I guess they're really appreciate how awesome my body is. I am God's most majestic creation after all

(Name): ....

Zen: Hmm? Are you speechless right now? I know, I understand how you feel (Name)..

(Name): SEVEN HAS THE MOST GORGEOUS ABS LIKE OMG DO YOU KNOW HE WORKS OUT EVERY SINGLE DAY AND TOUCHING THEM FEELS SO HEAVENLY #absgoal #therealGod'smajesticcreation #screwyounarcissist

Zen: Uhh (Name)... Are you okay?

707: WHAT THE HELL SEVEN, I'M NOT LIKE THAT! NOW GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE OR I'LL THROW ALL YOUR HONEY BUDDHA CHIPS OUT

(Name): But that's what basically you're saying last night ;)

707: What?! No! Aghhh sorry Zen but I'll be right back

*707 left the chatroom*

(Name): Totally can't wait for tonight~

*(Name) left the chatroom*

Zen: ... These two...

2. Same Clothes

"Hey you two-" Yoosung waved happily as both of you finally arrived after waiting for a while to watch a movie together since he's looking forward for it too and need someone to watches with him. You two happened of wanting to watch as well so you didn't mind watching with him. However, Yoosung's expression changed into a horrified one when Seven wore a girly clothes with similar fashion as you.

"What? Why are you looking us weirdly?" You looked baffled before turning your attention to Seven "He looks pretty right?"

"Well of course duh. And today, I'll be Lucy okay?"

You giggled before nodding "Yes Lucy"

"Wait wait wait, what are you two trying to do? Why the hell are you dressing as a girl, Seven?" Yoosung asked and tried to comprehend what was the motive behind this.

"To make Yoosung for having two girlfriends!" Both of you said the same thing before clinging on his arm on each side.

"But the two of you are dating! Not me!"

"But you're our homie! Besides, don't you feel happy for having girls on your side? Right, (Name)?" Seven smiled to him before to you.

"I know right, Lucy!" You smiled back to him.

"ONE OF YOU IS CLEARLY NOT A GIRL!"

"Well detail doesn't matter. Anyway, let's just go in~" Seven cheered and you cheered as well before basically dragging him inside the cinema, much to Yoosung's dismay.

3. Switch Clothes

"Hellooo guys! Welcome to God 707's house!" Seven greeted the rest of the RFA members who came to celebrate the return of his twin brother before he dabbed.

However, it wasn't the real Seven.

"(N-Name)?! That's you right?" Zen asked.

You laughed and tapped his shoulder while pointing to yourself "What are you talking about? I'm Saeyoung! The cute tomato! Anyway, come in!"

Zen sweatdropped while Yoosung just chuckled nervously, Jaehee sighed, and Jumin... Just giving straight face as usual. However for them, what came worse was that when they looked at Seven... Dressing as you.

Seven was laying sideway on the couch while posing like that "Draw me like one of your french girls" meme. To make it even worse, he purposely showed his thigh since he was wearing dress of course. Meanwhile his brother could only facepalm from distance.

"Hey guys! Look how sexy I am~" Seven smirked seductively and trailed his fingers on his thigh. This made you blushed in embarrassment as it wasn't like what both of you planned and quickly chided him whereas Seven seems whining at how 'great' his idea was.

Zen was the one that received the most shock and seems traumatized by the sight. Yoosung facepalmed, sometimes wondering why was he his friend. Jaehee merely gave a 'wtf did I just see' look and Jumin felt uncomfortable but tried to compose himself.

But anyway, this is how you two usually do in daily life (and Saeran has to cope with this shit)

4. Texting ft. Puns and Flirting

(Name): If you're a fruit, you'll be a fine-apple ;)

707: I HAVE A PEN, I HAVE AN APPLE, UGH, APPLE PEN

Zen: What the? You just ruined the pick up line man!

(Name): I have a pen, I have pineapple, ugh, pineapple pen~!

Zen: Wha...

707: I have (Name), I have me, ugh, Mini me and (Name) *dabs*

(Name): *DABS*

Zen: .... You both really meant for each other huh

707: Of course we are a great pear right~

(Name): Indeed... I'm berry grapeful that I meet you, Seven <3

707: Aghh stop being adorable! Dammit, olive you so much!! *kiss emoji*

(Name): Awww... Your words are raisin my smile now X3

Zen: BOTH OF YOU GET OUT

707: I guess someone does not found our conversation appeeling *shows a picture of him peeling off a banana* HAHAHAHA

*Zen left the chatroom*

5. Cleaning (Not really LOL)

"Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you, I drink too much and that's an issue, but I'm okay" You said started singing with your broom as the standing mic.

"Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them, but I hope I never see them again" Seven continued with his duster as the mic.

"I know it breaks your heart, moved to the city in a broke-down car and" You then sang the next line before Seven took over again.

"Four years no calls, now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar"

Then both of you sang together "And I, I, I, I, I can't stop. No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop"

You two were about to get into the refrain where suddenly Vanderwood shouted "WOULD YOU STOP SINGING AND START FREAKING CLEANING?!"

Seven said in surrender before he grumbled "Okay okay... Even though you're the maid-"

"I can hear you"

"Let's continue on the next room" You whispered to him and Seven beamed before both of you chuckling together and went to the next room, claiming to clean it and left the current room on Vanderwood. But of course, you two were actually singing again until Vanderwood had to scold both of you again.

And that is why, Vanderwood will be their forever maid #shot

6. Gaming (First Person Shooter)

"I'm so sorry I got shot down a lot" You sighed and the other teammates were quite being a bitch when your team loses because of you.

"What are you talking about? You work really hard" Seven said before sighing too "Those guys are the one that being rude to you"

"Maybe... I should quit?"

"NO!" Seven replied before puffing his cheeks "Don't worry, this time I'm gonna make sure you're okay and win"

You looked confused but Seven seems confident looked reassuring so you shrugged it off. Turned out that he became a sniper and kept following you while shooting anyone that secretly tried to shoot you. Then, he told you the position of the enemies that are coming on your way. Thus, you ended up winning over even beating the number of kills by your teammates.

"Now who's the noobs here" Seven chuckled evilly as he typed sarcastically to piss them off. Although it was kinda cheating but you grinned at how adorable your boyfriend was for trying to make you feel better.

"Thanks Seven" You kissed his cheek which made him slightly blush before grinning.

"At least I managed to bang a girl~"

"SEVEN. NO"

7. Defending from Your Ex

"Pfftt... That's your new boyfriend?" Your ex stifled a laugh as unfortunately he met you when you were on date.

"Well yes why? At least he's so much better than you" You blankly replied while Seven frowned at him.

"Whatttt? How is he better than me? Besides, I'm even already got a girl who's hotter than you" Your ex scoffed before laughing and you glared at him.

"Wow this guy is such an asshole" Seven stated and as your ex heard it, he instantly scowled at Seven.

"The hell did you just say?! You wanna fight with me?!"

You and Seven instantly looked at each other, as if knowing what to do next before suddenly you two began to perform a dance.

Seven and you held hand and he twirled you before you jumped into his arms as he carried you bridal style. This made your ex looked confused and Seven spun around before deliberately hitting your feet on his face.

He got taken aback by the hit before glaring as he was attempted to punch you. However, Seven crouched down and let you off him, managed to dodge your ex's punch before you quickly stood up and slapped on his face. This was followed by Seven where he slapped the other side.

"And thank you for watching. Have a nice day~" You smiled sarcastically before holding Seven's hand and walked away with him.

8. At the Water Park

"Ready?"

"Totally!"

You both sat on the float where you sat on the front part while Seven on the back. The staff then pushed the float before you both started sliding down on the slide. Of course since the slide that you chose was the super bowl, you two decided to sing a song while sliding down. And when it was on the bowl..

"YOU SPIN MY HEAD RIGHT ROUND, RIGHT ROUND~ WHEN YOU GO DOWN, WHEN YOU GO DOWN DOWN"

Even if there was another pair showing up, you didn't care at all and sang before eventually slid down into the hole and finished the slide.

"I think we nail it" Seven commented as he gave a hi-five which you returned and grinned.

"Totally~ That was fun! I just hope the staff doesn't kick us out"

(Based on real life experience LOL)

9. Beach

"Woah damn... She looks great on that beach dress" One of the guys whispered to his friend and he seems agreeing as it showed how they started to approach her.

The guys walked up to her and greeted until they realized, it wasn't a pretty lady that they expected.

"Well hello there gentlemen!" The 'lady' with long, yellow wavy hair smiled and began to flirt with them. Judging from the voice and the physical shape if you looked closely, it was obvious that this person wasn't a lady at all.

"Uhh..."

"My my, you two have a really nice physique" She said in rather seductive way as her fingers began to trail on one of the guys's abs. This created a chill on the guy before both of them began to back away as they wanted to escape.

"U-Umm... We have to go see ya!" The guy smiled nervously and even stuttering before quickly left the scene.

"Pfffttt! Their freakin reactions oh my God!" You came out from your hiding spot as you were recording the whole thing while the lady who turned out to be Seven just smirked proudly.

"I told you, I could pickup some guys!"

"Well you attracted them but they didn't want you sadly" You giggled.

"Yeah... I mean how could you just ignore this beautiful lady here right?" Seven sighed dramatically and you giggled even more.

"True! How could they ignore Lady Lucy!"

Seven laughed "I like that name. I should keep that name for my female self"

"Well then Lady Lucy! Let's test your luck whether you could get a man or not!"

He smirked and flipped his hair "Sure. I'll show you I can do it"

And one time, someone actually fell for it and Seven was absolutely horrified that he even got carried bridal style by the guy. You recorded the whole thing of course and shared to the RFA chatroom which made it worse for Seven as he felt slightly traumatized. So after that, you just gave him a full attention and comfort him by cuddling.

10. Karaoke

"Seven, we are going to sing unravel" You said and chose the song from the tablet.

"Huwaa... You want to strain our voices huh?"

"More like, I wanna scare the staff when they brought our food and drinks" You grinned mischievously and Seven who didn't think of that suddenly grinned along with you before taking the mic.

You both started singing and of course you tried to follow the high notes but ended up not so good. But Seven managed to sing high notes which made you jealous but whatever, what matters was the fun part right? Fortunately, just a good timing (Well you sort of predict it but yeah), the staff came into the room and you were practically screaming starting from the refrain.

"YURETA YUGANDA SEKAI NI DAN DAN BOKU WA, SUKITOOTTE MIENAKU NATTE, MITSUKENAIDE BOKU NO KOTO WO MITSUMENAIDE"

The staff put the food and the drinks awkwardly. Out of nowhere, it was Seven's turn especially when he was hiding behind the door the whole time. Oh and did I mention the room was dark with only the TV screen to illuminate the room? So yes, it was certainly creating a jump scare for the staff.

"DAREKA GA EGAITA SEKAI NO NAKA DE, ANATA WO KIZUTSUKETAKU WA NAI YO, OBOETEITE BOKU NO KOTO WO"

You both heard the staff screamed before she quickly walked out and closed the door. You both felt slightly guilty but it was certainly a successful prank as both of you gave hi-five to each other.

"I think she's gonna hate us"

"She probably blacklist us but oh well, let's finish this song!"

11. Gaming (Console games)

You sat comfortably on Seven's laps and rested your back against his torso while he sat on the gaming floor chair. Both of you were competing on a fighting game where somehow you were leading because of the miracle of pressing random buttons. Seven pouted as he lost again and you cheered before grinning to him.

"Looks like I win again~"

"Yeah and this time you keep using the same freaking move. That's not fair"

You shrugged before returning to the screen "Well, let's play one more time cause I wanna eat Honey Buddha Chips already"

Seven nodded and you two played another round. Well of course you had to use the same technique although Seven managed to counter as he began to get used to it. However, what surprised you was that suddenly, you felt something on your neck which made you instantly blush when you knew what it was.

"S-Seven?! You're.. Distracting me!"

But of course this boy paid no heed as he continued to do it until he finally managed to beat you.

"Yes! Defender of Justice finally prevails!" Seven cheered and you were silent for a moment as you lowered your head down. This made him look confused of course, wondering if he made you angry because he was kinda cheating.

"(Name)? Umm..-"

However suddenly, you stood up and straddled on his laps with you facing him. You gave an 'innocent' smile although your intention didn't seem innocent at all.

"I suppose I have to pay back for what you did to me huh, Seven?"

Seven widen you eyes and chuckled nervously before welp, it wasn't a gaming session anymore.

12. Couple Photo

"Okay... What the actual frisk Saeyoung? Do you want me to break my bones?"

You gave a blank look when he pointed a couple photo that both of you looked through using his computer since you kinda wanted to do a unique one but you need inspiration.

Seven chuckled nervously "I'm just kidding.. But this looks so cool right? There are a lot of pictures like this too"

You sighed before scrolling down to search other photos "Well sorry to disappoint you that I'm not that flexible. I'm just a potato okay?"

"Well a cute potato indeed" Seven grinned "And I never say I'm disappointed. Why would I when my girl is perfect as she is?"

A blush appeared on your face before you smiled and punched his shoulder playfully "Shut up"

You both then kept searching for pictures but somehow you felt something lacking. They were all indeed cute and different but they didn't really define both of you.

"Hmm... I want to show something that is cute but it defines how we are... What do people think of us though?" You asked Seven.

"Well.. Memes, cats, and cross dressing?" He replied and immediately you laughed at how accurate that was.

"Should we combine them all and create our own couple photo?"

Seven nodded and with some inspirations that you received by googling, you two began on your couple photo shoot. Oh and unfortunately for Saeran, he will have to be your photographer since Seven begs for it LOL.

And this is how it becomes.

Yoosung: WHAT THE HELL SAEYOUNG-HYUNG?! HOW COULD YOU SIT ON (NAME)'S SHOULDERS LIKE THAT?!

Yeap. Seven sits with leg on each side of your shoulders while dabbing to the same direction. Oh and also, you both wore neko mimis

(Name): I am just that strong lol

Seven: She is~ I'm so proud of my girl, I love you <3

(Name): (///) Awww I love you too <3

Zen: Oh no... DID YOU TWO REALLY HAVE TO DO THIS? REALLY? Dammit I just sneezed..

Seven: EMBRACE THE CATS

(Name): YEAHHH

Yoosung: GUYS, ISN'T THIS MORE IMPORTANT ON HOW WRONG ON THAT SAEYOUNG-HYUNG IS ON TOP OF (NAME)?!"

Jaehee: ...

Seven: I'm always on top of her ;)

(Name): No! I can be on top of you!

Jaehee: Poor you that you have been deceived

Yoosung: What? O.o

Saeran: Basically, my idiot brother cross dress as (Name) and vice versa

Seven: Eyyyy Saeran is here!

Saeran: Shut up

Yoosung: EEHHHHH?!

(Name): Booo, it's spoiled already

Seven: But it's one of my favorites! We have some others too~

And Seven began spamming with pictures of both of you mostly dab but in different poses. One with you sitting on his laps, stand next to each other and dab on opposite direction, Seven cross dress as you carrying you as Seven bridal style (and of course with you dab), your and his phone next to each other where you dress as Honey Buddha Chips on his phone and Seven as Dr. Pepper on yours, and lastly the most normal one from all are the selfie of both of you with neko mimi and duck lips from the chips.

"Should we make a unique family picture next time?" You asked and Seven nodded excitedly before grinning at Saeran.

"It will be great right, Saeran?"

Saeran gave a disapproved look "No. Exclude me"

13. Trolling

Seven: We did the trend! (A/N: Just pretend it's really you two with your original clothes and all okay lol)

Zen: Oh! (Name) is so pretty!

Seven: Of course she is! That's my girl ^^

Yoosung: You two make me jealous T^T. Stapphh

(Name): Hihihi thanks Zen! And Yoosung, you will get one someday!

Yoosung: Thanks (Name)! I hope she appears soon!

Seven: *Sends his cross dressing picture*

Yoosung: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?

(Name): Seven... Are you gonna cheat on me..?"

Seven: Of course not! I just thought Yoosung will like it ;)

Yoosung: BRO, NO. Oh my God, (Name), I totally don't like this kind of stuff okay?

Zen: What the hell Seven? This is a nightmare.. I have traumatized enough by your previous picture

(Name): Umm... *Backs away*

Seven: Pffttt

Yoosung: AGHHHH, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, SEVEN!

Seven: Ehhh why? T^T

Yoosung: (Name) is gonna think weirdly on me... OTL

(Name): Pfftt I'm just joking Yoosung, don't worry!

Seven: Yeah chill man

Yoosung: Huh? Really? Wait... You both just teased me together, didn't you?

Seven: Yeap. HAAHAHHAAH

(Name): Hehehe sorry Yoosung~ You're just so cute XD

Yoosung: Meanie T^T

Zen: These two..

Jaehee: That's a pretty picture. Finally something normal from you two

Seven: Hey! What's that suppose to mean?

(Name): Thanks Jaehee ^^

Jaehee: It's true. Both of you always send either cross dressing pictures or cats or memes

(Name): Pfftt

Seven: Well that's what we always do and we never change that

Zen: Huh? What do you mean?

Jaehee: Wait.. Are you saying that..

Jumin: The picture in there is Seven, not (Name)

Seven: Oh! Juju is here!

Yoosung: WHAT?!

Zen: NO WAY SERIOUSLY?!

Jaehee: *sigh emoji*

Seven: Yeap. So thank you for calling me pretty ;)

Zen: .... I'm gonna smoke for a while

Jumin: *Resend the picture plus the one for Yoosung*

Zen: THE FRISK?! YOU TRUST FUND JERK! I'M OUT!

*Zen left the chatroom*

Yoosung: I feel like I can't trust any photo you send me

Jaehee: That's just how they are

Seven: Yeap so stay tune for the next picture to see whether it is me or the real (Name) B)

(Name): Hihihihihi

14. Matching accessories

"Seven, Seven!" You smiled as you came to him with your hands on the back.

"Yes, what is it my dear 606?" Seven grinned and turned his attention from his computer.

"There's something I wanna give since you know, we are a couple and all" You said before you gave a small box of present to him. Seven looked slightly surprised of course since it was the first time after you two just become a couple. He opened the box excitedly while you just watched him happily. The present turned out to be a couple bracelet which he just noticed after seeing you wear one of the bracelets. What he loved the most was how you remembered about his proposal of marriage in space, therefore there was a decoration which was a small UFO spaceship with you inside. The one that you wore was the one with Seven inside and really, he found them super adorable.

"So umm... Did you like it..?" You asked sheepishly and suddenly, Seven enveloped you into a hug before burying his face on your shoulder.

"I love it so much. Thank you (Name)"

You smiled and hugged him back.. Before slightly panicking when you heard a small sob coming from Seven. Later on, you both started wearing it together and even showed it to the RFA members of course on how cute you are.

"Relationship goals guys!"

"Shut up!"

15. Hiking

"Oh my God is this still long?" You whined as you and Seven had gone for hiking as holiday. However, you didn't expect it to be this long.

"A bit more (Name)! It will be worth it, really" Seven said as he tried to motivate you.

"That's what you said a while ago" You pouted "Piggyback me, Seven!"

"I wish I can but, I have backpack to carry you know" Seven said and held your hand "Come on, I thought we're going to take a photo like in Lion King?"

You looked at him before sighing "Of course, that's why we are the meme couple"

"Exactly"

Seven and you held hands and you asked him to distract you from the tiredness, only to slightly regret when he kept bombarding you with puns that made you lose from being able to counter him.

"Gahhh I run out puns!"

He chuckled "Too bad, I guess you will never beat me in terms of puns then"

"Shut up"

Both of you kept going until finally, you could saw the goal already where you were on top of the mountain. The view was mesmerizing at the greenery of the other mountains and trees which complemented the blue sky. You hugged him in joy as both of you achieved it before starting to selfie together.

And of course, the moment has come.

"It's about the time... We create the beloved pose of Lion King" Seven said and you nodded before he carried the long cat plushie that he brought (lol) and posed like in Lion King. You took the photo before you asked him to take one for you too.

"Yessss, this is gold!" You said excitedly and Seven grinned until suddenly, he had an idea that he wanted to try.

"(Name)"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want me to carry you like in Lion King?"

You widen your eyes and pondered for a bit. Well, you brought the tripod and camera so you could put the timer but could Seven actually carry you?

"Umm.. Will it be fine though?"

"It's gonna be fine! Trust me okay?"

You nodded and Seven smiled before you prepared the camera and quickly went to Seven as he started carrying you while you curled to make you smaller. It required a couple of takes as Seven couldn't able to hold properly that you felt that you nearly died before finally, you got one.

"This is just so beautiful" Seven said dramatically and wiped his non existent tears.

"Yeah that almost cost my life" You deadpanned before sighing "Let's never do that again"

Seven chuckled "Yeah... I don't wanna risk losing my girlfriend after all"

16. Surprise Present

Most couple gave flowers, chocolates, or even teddy bears for his girlfriend. However, this would be a different case for Seven as right now, he was waiting for your reaction upon seeing the present.

"Seven, I'm home-" You widen your eyes as you saw a huge box and you suspected that it would be another Seven's shenanigans.

"You're in there, aren't you?" You muttered and frowned before you pulled the ribbon and took the cover part. You expected that he would suddenly stand up and appear to surprise you which you had predicted of course but instead, you found a bunch of Honey Buddha Chips.

"Uhh.. Okay... Maybe it's a gift for Seven?"

"No! It's a gift for you!"

Seven said as he suddenly appeared from the box and stood up, spreading his arms to hug you. You widen your eyes before shrieking in surprise and took a step back instinctively. You panted and clutched your chest as you tried to breath and calmed down, making Seven laughed.

"Mission success! Surprise, (Name)!"

You glared at Seven for a bit, only then to look amazed when you noticed he was wearing white cat onesie.

"So... This is my surprise present?"

"Yes!" Seven grinned "It's me and this"

He dug into the box before taking another onesie which is a black cat onesie "Let's wear this together, meow!"

You looked at awe as you took the onesie before you quickly changed it in bathroom. You then walked out and grinned where Seven who was already out of the box, smiling at you.

"My girl looks so adorable~"

"You're more adorable!" You said before tackling him into a hug "Thank you so much for this! I always want an animal onesie!"

Seven grinned "Your welcome! Oh yeah, I also bought your favorite cake so if you want, you can take it in the fridge"

You beamed before giving a kiss on his cheek "Oh my God I love you so much! Let's eat together, Seven!"

Seven nodded before both of you shared the cake while still wearing the onesies.

17. When you're down

There would always be time when you just felt depressed and hated yourself. Feeling useless, worthless, do not even deserve anything that you wished you just disappear. You tried to mask it with cheerful face as you didn't want to worry Seven but of course, he had been through this before and he knew, your smile seems different these days that he decided to confront it.

When he heard that you had been feeling down lately because you felt that you had so much flaw and didn't have any good points, his heart just shattered. What do you mean by not having good points? Having a lot of flaws? That weren't in his dictionary. He defines you as someone who saves him. Someone who is perfect and means a world, no, a galaxy even to him. For someone that actually can made Seven think like this, he was sure that you were very important to him.

In that whole day, Seven was beside you and comforted you by cuddling. However later on when you suddenly fell a sleep, he spent the time to take a book and started writing on each page of one good point that you have and why there is no reason for you to think such negative thoughts. Ever since that incident, whenever you felt down, you would cuddle with him and read the book that he made for you as you read one by one.

"What do you mean I'm like Katniss?"

"Because you're strong and admirable?

"There are other strong women out there though"

"Yeah but-"

"And Katniss is only a fictional character. There are real strong and admirable women like Joan-"

"Okay it's just that there is cat there okay? You know Katniss? Cat-"

"Oh my God okay. I got it, Seven. Say no more"

18. Playing music

It was a night time where you both managed to find a quiet place and sat on the grass. For some reasons, you were feeling a bit sentimental that you actually brought a guitar and had been wanting to sing something, especially for your boyfriend when he had been the most precious person for you. And so, after both of you spent time for stargazing, you decided to start singing as a song came up into your mind.

"Eh really? You're gonna sing a song for me?" Seven looked excited and you nodded before you started strumming on your guitar and sang.

I'm telling you

I softly whisper

Tonight, tonight

You are my angel

Seven widen his eyes at how familiar this song was since not only it was one of your favorite but this song was really emotional.

Aishiteru yo

Futari wa hitotsu ni

Tonight, tonight

I just to say...

Seven smiled and closed his eyes as he enjoyed listening to you.

Wherever you are, I'll always make you smile

Wherever you are, I'm always by your side

Whatever you say, kimi wo omou kimochi

I promise you "forever" right now

You smiled at Seven before continued singing again.

I don't need a reason

I just want you, baby

Alright, alright

Day after day

Kono saki nagai koto zutto

Douka konna boku to zutto

Shinu made

Stay with me

We carry on...

Suddenly, Seven somehow sang along with you which surprised you slightly you before singing along with him.

Wherever you are, I'll always make you smile

Wherever you are, I'm always by your side

Whatever you say, kimi wo omou kimochi

I promise you "forever" right now

Wherever you are, I'll never make you cry

Wherever you are, I'll never say goodbye

Whatever you say, kimi wo omou kimochi

I promise you "forever" right now

Then you let him sang solo.

Bokura ga deatta hi wa futari ni totte ichiban me no kinen no subeki hi da ne Soshite kyou to iu hi wa futari ni totte niban me no kinen no subeki hi da ne

You whistled at Seven at how good he was at singing where he just grinned sheepishly. Then both of you continued again.

Kokoro kara aiseru hito

Kokoro kara itoshii hito

Kono boku no ai no mannaka ni wa

Itsumo kimi ga iru kara

Wherever you are, I'll always make you smile

Wherever you are, I'm always by your side

Whatever you say, kimi wo omou kimochi

I promise you "forever" right now

Wherever you are

Wherever you are

Wherever you are

Seven clapped his hands while you giggled slightly before smiling.

"I hope this song goes through you"

He then stopped clapping before he smiled and leaned to you, pressing his lips on you.

"It certainly did" He said after pulling away from you.

(A/N: It’s One Ok Rock - Wherever You Are just in case if anyone wants to know XD)

19. Birthday

"Seven? Are we there yet?"

"Nope, just wait a bit longer"

You sighed as you were currently being blindfolded while Seven was leading to God knows where since he said it was the best birthday present you could get. Well you were looking forward for it of course but being unable to see for long time felt uncomfortable for you.

"Seven?"

"Not yet. I know you're excited but we're almost there"

"Okay.."

You both kept walking and Seven kept entertained you by joking so you could just get distracted for a while from the complain of haven't reached the place yet. But after a while, you two finally arrived and Seven was ready to took off your blindfold.

"Are you ready (Name)?"

"I always am! Now take it off"

He laughed before he took it off, only to reveal you a blank space while he quickly took a VR and the controller.

"Wait.. What is going to happen?"

"Wear the goggle first and hold the controller okay?" Seven said and helped you to wear it which you nodded. Just when you wore the goggle, you noticed that the controller had a function as a brush. Therefore, you began to get excited as it seems to be something that you thought it would be impossible.

"No way... I could draw anything here?"

"Yeap" Seven said after wearing the goggle too "I mean don't you always want to draw in larger scale? This room will be your canvas, (Name)"

You screamed in excitement before hugging Seven, with the careful of not hitting the goggle of course.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! This is awesome!" You said and couldn't helped but squealing before you started drawing. But then suddenly, you had an idea as you wanted to draw a space and then maybe you both could take a picture with it?

"But you do realise it's only in VR right?" Seven asked and you looked as if you just realized before feeling disappointed.

"Oh yeah... It won't happen in real world... We won't have our wedding in space..."

"But that doesn't mean it's impossible to do~"

Seven grinned and you looked confused but he told you to draw to your heart content. Although you still felt slightly sad about it but you decided to enjoy right now when you could as you drew the planets, milky way, even the terrifying black hole lol. But you also draw the beloved UFO Spaceship and also rockets along with the astronauts.

"Seven, are you drawing Nyan cat?"

"Yes. Yes, I am"

You laughed and let him be with the drawing while you continued on your own. Seven also added Elizabeth 3rd because he wanted it to be here even though he couldn't get it in real life. After you are all done, you took a look around again before you took off the goggle. To be honest if it was even possible, you would want to stay in VR and enjoy this everyday. However, Seven asked you to remove as he already removed his and you had no choice but to remove. But suddenly when you thought it would disappear as soon as you took off the goggle, they didn't disappear and instead remain the same.

"No way... Holograms?" You asked and Seven nodded before grinning.

"It took a lot of efforts to be honest. I have to request Jumin earlier and planned to use my money to pay him. But he refused since he said to use it when we actually have the wedding in space so this kinda ended up not from me-"

"But you thought of this right?" You said before smiling warmly and hugged him "Thank you so much! This is really the best present I ever receive! I had so much fun!"

Seven smiled and hugged you back "Ah yeah, you know when we cosplay with our wedding clothes?"

"Yeah?"

"I brought it here. And at least I hire a photographer to take the photo for us~"

You widen your eyes and pulled back before you heard someone entered the room.

"Oi, let's get this over with" Saeran said coldly and you beamed before hugging Saeran as you thanked him.

"Alright! Let's have our wedding in the space that you've created, (Name)" Seven said and you nodded before grinning.

"It's me and you, idiot! But yes, let's have our wedding here~"

And both of you changed to the wedding clothes and actually performed a little ceremony with Saeran as the priest (LOL) while he was recording the whole thing. Then of course, both of you took a lot of photos with different poses and this had become the most favorite picture that you have.

"We definitely need to have this at home"

"Ah yeah... The VR is your present too"

(A/N: This is what I meant for the VR thing XD)