#but the pearls are a really nice delicate touch
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I don’t know if this has been said already but all season I’ve been noticing Jordan’s necklace. The half pearls being a typically feminine detail and the other half being the kind of silver chain link style you usually see in men’s jewelry is so perfect for them.
#gen v#gen v spoilers#jordan li#I wear a lot of men’s jewelry and it’s always that kind of heavy chain#but the pearls are a really nice delicate touch
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Silk ribbons // sub Chris
Warnings: major sub Chris / mommy kink / blindfold kink / restraints kink / overstimulation / praise kink / cum kink (I literally have no idea what to call this lol, you’ll get what I mean tho… hopefully) / degradation / slut shaming / male masterbation / hand job / female masterbation (if u squint)
Summary: chris invites you around to bake brownies, but after a slight mishap with your underwear he finds it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything but the sight of them.
Author’s notes: this oneshot is literally the physical embodiment of training wheels by Melanie Martinez ugh, it matches the vibe perfectly. You guys wanted sub Chris so I delivered, enjoy yourselves thirsty hoes ;)
“I love everything you do, when you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do… I wanna ride my bike with you, fully undressed, no training wheels left for you…” - Training Wheels, Melanie Martinez
Chris thinks he’s a little strange.
Ever since he’s been young he’s loved all things to do with the colour baby pink, and he’s always led a life of soft aesthetics, pearls and strawberry shortcake daydreams. He’s grown up looking around at other people and thinking there has been something wrong with him because there’s no way a man should have been this obsessed over all things soft and delicate.
But he couldn’t help it.
He just couldn’t resist the gentle look of soft pink bows, used for both accessories and decor, and he really loved his mom’s antique pink china tea set, so much so that whenever she offered to make him tea he’d always shyly request it to be poured into one of those cups. He just liked the look of them, that’s all.
He also loved his mom very much, he was for sure a momma’s boy, but unfortunately her affections and coddles rubbed off on him a little too well, which left him as a touch starved 20 year old… absolutely terrified of being asked to top.
Truthfully, he really had no idea what he was doing in the bedroom, he didn’t like the control or the freedom to do whatever he wanted.
Within his sexual fantasies he’d much rather have been the subservient one to whoever was willing to entertain his strange desires.
Because he wanted to be babied, he wanted to be degraded, he wanted hair strokes and wrist ties.
He had met you at his local skatepark whilst sitting on the edge of a ramp.
Biting his lip, he had been peeling off the paper from the sticky side of a hello kitty bandaid that he had needed to use to cover up a graze. His nostrils had flared and he had hissed at the rawness of it on his skint kneecap. He knew he should have worn his jeans that day, not his jorts.
Whilst securing it onto his cut, the skateboard that he had been sat on top of creaked gently underneath his weight. Suddenly, the wheels to another skateboard had filled his ears whilst he focused in on the calming pink colour of the bandaid, admiring the soft little white cat print. The gritting sound of them on the concrete had forced him to look up to you, who had now stepped off of your own skateboard and kicked it up into your hand.
You had smiled down at Chris cheekily, curious but shy in front of him. Fondly laughing, you had pointed to the hello kitty plaster on his knee that had covered up his cut as he sat before you on the floor. ‘Nice bandaid.’ Chris had swallowed nervously, thinking that this stranger was about to tease him about the girly looking bandaid… but - to his bewilderment - you had sat down next to him instead, your perfume a waft of sweet roses that again, readily attracted Chris because of his acute love for all things light.
‘Got a spare for me?’
And after that day you two had just clicked.
You’re not really sure if you were friends or something more, but Chris undeniably felt attracted to you, partly because when he had muscled up the right amount of nerves to invite you around to his place, you had excitedly freaked out over his coquettish room, marvelling at its cuteness and flopping onto his bed to grab his monkey stuffed animal and cuddle it into your chest.
Chris had been so fucking terrified that you would have been weirded out by his taste in room decor, but on the contrary- you had found it extremely interesting, that someone as masculinely set and attractive as Chris had such a unique aesthetic.
You had never really met anyone like Chris, and that excited you. His room was queer, a perfect mix of both boyish and girlish things. His skateboard was always leant up against the door to his closet and random pictures of rappers haphazardly dotted themselves about his walls. Additionally, a desk with a pc sitting on top of it took up the left hand corner of his room whilst his blue and white headset constantly rested on top of his Xbox.
Oddly, you hadn’t expected his bedcovers to be a pearly silk pink when you had first entered the threshold, nor expected the white fluffy throw blanket draped lazily over the side of it, but you hadn’t complained. You had loved it.
Looking back, it didn’t surprise you much. He did wear an awful lot of pink. A deep pink puffer jacket, pink t-shirts, a pink button down for formal occasions and he had even doodled pink swirls onto his white Nikes with acrylic leather pens. He usually skated in them, and one day when you asked him where he had gotten them from he had told you did them himself. This only made him ten times cooler in your eyes.
On this occasion, you were around at his place to hang out downstairs. Chris had suggested baking brownies and you had been quick to agree with him, finding a recipe online and opening different cupboard doors to select ingredients.
For some reason however, sexual tensions between you two had been high. You felt it hit you extra hard whenever your sides brushed or whenever Chris flicked his powdery blue eyes to meet yours, before he shyly averted them and cleared his throat. Multiple times you had looked down to his arms to see that the soft hairs of them were raised to attention, and whenever Chris’ palms touched against yours to help you stir the mixture you felt them to be clammy with sweat. It was only when you bent down to grab another mixing bowl that you realised something was truly up, because Chris had gone silent.
Why you ask? As you had bent down, your soft white sweats had slipped from above the handles of your hips to reveal the tight waistband of your lacy underwear pinching against your skin perfectly. Chris’ throat had gone dry. Fuck, he had felt like such a pervert looking at the soft cherries of your ass cheeks that were covered over with your sweats, but he couldn’t help the way the butterflies shooting through his gut quickly traveled past his own underwear and right to his cock.
You were wearing lacy pink underwear.
Chris was a naturally anxious and nervous person that liked to overthink. Immediately his mind drew itself to a bunch of different conclusions over something probably meaningless. Were you wearing that set because you knew that you were going to be around at his and that the colour pink reminded you of him? Or was it just a coincidence that you chose to wear literally the most tantalising pair of underwear that you could have in his presence.
He wasn’t sure, but his mind overwhelmed himself with these thoughts whilst his eyes greedily drank in the eyeful you had given him. Reacting quickly, he thought it necessary to speedily dart behind the other side of the counter before you could turn around and see how embarrassingly hard his cock had gotten. He felt wet, his tip hot and soaking as he quickly plummeted into humiliation at his lack of self control. He pressed his hips into the counter, flustered with a stupidly obviously blush dusting lightly over his cheeks whilst he held his breath, trying to conceal any noise he might have been tempted to make at the rub of the hard-wooded counter against his flushed cock.
You had turned back around, completely oblivious to what had happened and unconsciously pulling your sweatpants back up by nature.
After quickly edging his way to the exit of the kitchen and rushing an ‘I’ll be right back’ shakily, he stumbled his way up the stairs, practically cupping his length so that you couldn’t see it before sprinting into his room and closing the door behind him.
*
Chris has never felt more embarrassed in his life. You are still downstairs and he still has a raging boner.
Panicking, he doesn’t feel like he can get rid of it by willing it to go down with just images in his mind, so he worriedly comes to the conclusion that he’s going to have to touch himself.
His heart races, and his cheeks flush a humiliated red, getting even hotter the more he meekly pads over to the side of his dresser with his cock throbbing and his balls tight. He frowns when all his mind can do to help is cast 3D printed images of your ass snuggled into the pair of underwear you were wearing right in front of his field of vision, evidently making his stiffy now much worse.
He slaps his clammy hand to his forehead, his fingertips lightly brushing over the yellow bandana that he has on to pull back his hair. His shoulders heave as he squeezes his eyes shut in disbelief.
As he reaches out his other hand to his top dresser drawer, he swallows when noticing it’s shaking with nerves. He can’t believe he’s going to have to do this whilst the girl he normally thinks about when he strokes himself is actually downstairs in his house.
The thought makes Chris want to throw himself out of the window, because he’s generally embarrassed wanking off with his family in the house, no less with the girl that he likes as more than a friend residing just downstairs in his kitchen. But there’s no other way to get rid of it, and wouldn’t it be more embarrassing for him to be parading around you with his cock proudly on show than for him to quietly sate his horny hunger in the comfort of his own room?
Sliding the drawer out, his jittering hand goes straight for the tube of lotion, knowing that he’s going to have to make this as quiet as possible so that you don’t get suspicious as to where he’s actually gone.
Rapidly sliding off his sweatpants, he takes a shaky breath at the feeling of the fabric rubbing against his sensitivity before the soft material drops down to his ankles and he has to step out of them.
Kneeling onto his bed, it squeaks quietly underneath his weight and Chris has to cringe in both guilt and arousal.
Inconspicuously worming his bottom half under the silky pink covers, he tunes in his ears to make sure that the house upstairs is silent and that there can be no creaks of floorboards heard before blinking and flipping open the cap of the lotion.
He squirts a heavy amount of the sticky clear liquid onto the palm of his sweating hand before gulping and arching up his hips so that his spare hand can thumb itself into the band of his white boxers. Pulling them down he pants a little and shamefully looks at his twitching cock, his tip a bright red and his skin a needy pink whilst the thick vein on the left side of his shaft bulges outwardly.
Before he begins, a surge of sexual excitement hits his nervous system and has adrenaline pulsing through his blood. He decides to grip onto the hem of his shirt at the last minute so that he can tuck it into his mouth and bite down on it as a last ditch effort to suppress any noises he knows that he’s going to make.
Another thing Chris is embarrassed about is how loud he gets, and this statement still rings true as the already cherry red flush on his face seems to thicken even more after he looks down at his cock to observe the way his hand spreads the lotion along the hot thickness of his girth.
At the first touch, his back arches slightly, and he has to take in a laboured breath at the feeling of his cock, rock hard in his grip and begging to be stroked by his hand.
‘Ugh fuck…’ he moans breathlessly into the bite of his t-shirt, humiliation swarming him in waves as he starts to jerk his hand up and down. It was like torture, being forced to listen to the sticky slickness of the lotion moving upon his throbbing skin as he whimpered and spread his legs slightly with the current of pleasure that came with it.
‘Fuck… fuck… f-fuck…’ he stutters quickly through more pants, his fist tightening perfectly as he feels the slimy texture of his guilty filth run over his hand. His back rests against the headboard of his bed but it doesn’t stay there for long intervals at a time because of how much it arches.
He sweats, and breathlessly feels like he doesn’t know what to do with himself the more he stimulates his cock. His other hand grapples and fidgets, first clutching onto his thigh, but then moving restlessly around to grope his pearly pink pillow, only to then move once again up to his headboard. His arm extends across the expanse of it whilst his fingers knuckle the wood.
Chris’ head tilts and hits the wall with his eyebrows furrowed when his thumb comes up to quickly swirl over his tip before he whimpers into the air and allows his t-shirt to drop down out of his mouth and crumple back into its original resting place. He simply cannot hold it within the bite of his lip anymore because all his mouth does is lay slackened and open.
He then allows himself to tune out the rest of the world, only focussing in on his pleasure until playing with his slit becomes too sensitive.
Looking down once again in fascination at his hand working against his cock, the erotic noise of the lotion lubricating his skin makes him mumble a quiet ‘Jesus Christ…’ before he’s shutting his eyes again.
This time however, when he shuts his eyes an almost incriminatingly foul image crosses his mind, and he wants to slap himself for thinking such a dirty thing about such a sweet girl.
But suddenly, he sees visions of an elegant you, lying down sprawled across the other side of his bed. An elegant you that seems to be wearing a matching two piece set in baby pink…
The bra is see-through, allowing Chris to fantasise about what your nipples may look like whilst your tits lay perfectly nestled in between the sheer silky material with bows and pearls decorating the pale pink lace, he also seems to imagine it being one of those pretty bras where the fabric is detachable from the wires so that Chris can easily suck on your tits, drooling all over them like a lovesick puppy.
The panties are indeed too, lacy and decorated with a little bow on the top, however, scandalously attached to the sweetheart underwear are sensual-looking garters, that pull up knee high white socks with tiny pink love hearts stitched into them, the frills at the top also being a matching baby pink.
Chris moans again at the image and pants into the air at the thought he fantasises just for himself. His absolute dream underwear set on you.
But that’s not all. Because along with the temptress-esque underwear he has you wearing, your knees are also propped up with your legs spread out, one hand perched lazily on the covers. You lie there, with a somewhat helpless look on your face, whilst your other hand slips down your bare navel to in between your spread legs so that you can delicately play with yourself.
The noises Chris imagines you let out are soft, and you almost purr desperately, looking at him with lustrously hooded eyes and your hair fanning out around you like an angel.
‘Aren’t you going to play with me Chris…?’ His imagination pouts gently to him in the warped voice of you, your finger circulating where Chris wants to touch the most before you hiss quietly in pleasure.
‘I want you to touch me… please… be my good boy, I’m aching for your cock…’ you whine again, panting quietly whilst Chris moans once more, whimpering this time a pathetic ‘mommy…’ that more so comes out like a babbling baby’s whisper, before he dares to look down at the image he’s conjured up in his mind once more to help himself get off.
‘I’m dripping Chris… please… I need you angel boy… I- I- I wish you could just stuff me full of your cock. I’ll always be your sweet girl, I promise! Haven’t I been a good mommy? Do I not deserve it?’ You coquettishly pout once again, your big beautiful glassy eyes almost welling up with tears as you perfectly demonstrates the balance between sadness and sexual desire. You look like his strawberry shortcake daydream… and Chris so badly wants to sink his teeth into your flesh.
This almost pushes him over the edge, his legs spreading the furthest they can go to make sure that his hand can get the best access to his cock whilst the covers that he once had concealing his embarrassed sensitivity now rolling down his legs.
The bed squeaks as he fucks his hips upwards gently into his hand. The more he gets carried away within his groans of struggle and hitched breathes of a long awaited high, the more agressive he gets with his grip.
All of his incoherent speeches are drowned out by the squeaking groan of his bed and the sticky stroke of his cock. Now, the red blush from his cheeks has spread to pretty much his whole entire face, his sinful act also feeling so so fucking addictive. And he feels like he’s swimming in ecstasy, mumbling your name in pleasure, over and over again. That is… until there is a gentle, almost timid knock at his door, the cupped fist most likely belonging to the only other person in the house at the moment. You…
…oh fuck.
‘Chris what are you-’
You suddenly burst into his room, completely unannounced after your knock, because you had heard the guttural stutter of your name…
And there Chris sits, like a deer caught in headlights, frozen with his lower half naked and his boxers clinging to the skin of his thighs. You clock the discarded bottle of lotion on the left side of his bed covers and then gawk at his glistening cock, wrapped up within his right fist.
‘Oh- fuck, sorry!’ You yelp suddenly, yourself unable to look away and Chris too stunned with embarrassment to rush and cover himself up. There would be no point now anyway, it was so fucking blatantly obvious what he was doing.
‘N-no please it’s my fault. I- I just didn’t want you to see. Thought I could get rid of it quietly’ Chris stutters back at you, now finally gaining the common sense to cover himself up by draping his duvet over his nakedness so that he could regain some of his decency back. But his decency quickly crumbles once again when you let out a huge breath. You relax, your eyes blinking as you cock your hip to the side. ‘Why’d you stop…?’.
Chris swallows nervously and his jaw goes slack at your question, he furrows his brows, slightly confused, ‘why’d I- why’d I stop?’. His voice sounds hoarse and he has to clear his throat ever so slightly in awkwardness.
‘Yeah… doesn’t really bother me to be honest’.
His hands are shaking underneath the plushness of his silky covers.
‘Umm… well I just thought you’d be a little weirded out by it that’s all… s’that not normal?’ He chokes out, feeling it very queer to be having a conversation with you like this, still hyper aware that his cock is painfully hard and that you can probably still see it poking up from under his bedsheets. He squirms around at this thought, his cheeks red and emanating heat.
You just shrug. ‘I mean… for some people probably, but not me’ you smirk ‘what were you thinking about?’. As if Chris isn’t embarrassed enough already, this question makes everything so much worse. ‘Umm… well I- uh’ he bumbles stupidly, struggling to find the words, which just makes you even more smug. You’re not stupid, you had heard him mumble your name from the other side of the door before you had burst it open.
‘C’mon Chris be a big boy now and spit it out’ you chided him, walking towards him a little. In response to this he shuffles further back up his bed, trying to get away from the overwhelming burden of having to admit that it was you he was thinking about.
‘Umm… just- stuff’ he jitters, and you roll your eyes. ‘Don’t bullshit my Chris, you and I both know that it was me… believe it or not you weren’t dealing with it as “quietly” as you thought you were’. Chris knows there’s no way to possibly skirt around this, so his chest deflates and he sighs. Fucking curse him for being too noisy. His eyes shyly look to his bedcovers, refusing meet yours. ‘Fine… it was you. Sorry… I just couldn’t help it’. His hand not covered in a thin layer of lotion comes up to his eyes and pinches them shut.
‘Don’t be sorry. I’m flattered to be on your mind. Because you sound so pretty getting off to the thought of me…’ you smirk when Chris snaps his eyes open, his misty blue irises flicking about your face to scan for any hint of a lie. But there’s none there to detect because you are being genuine with him.
Chris is a very interesting person, so you feel like he’s the kind of guy to have interesting kinks… I mean… look at him, so feminine yet so fucking masculine at the same time. He’s the kind of person that anyone would be lucky to taste before they die.
‘Yeah? You think about me with your hand down your pants often Chris?’ You taunt him, your heady smirk working him up into a flustered state of stuttering. ‘No! Well- I- yes… but it’s not like-’.
He vigorously tries to defend himself but he only makes a mess of his speech pattern, so you do him a favour by hushing him softly. You’re now towering over him, his big eyes trained on you and his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. ‘What do you like Chris?’ You ask, leaving the question opened ended. This could have been about anything, but of course, you only have one goal in mind. You want to know what gets him going, gets him hard, gets his back arching and his legs spreading…
‘What do you mean…?’ Chris decides to play dumb, his shyness seeping through every pore in his body. ‘Chris you know what I mean. What keeps you up at night… what do I do in your imagination that makes you want to touch yourself until you’re making a mess all over yourself hm?’ Your voice is light and gentle whilst you bravely reach your hand out to cup underneath his jaw. You lift his chin gently, the weight of his head softly resting on your hand as he swallows again.
‘I like…’ he mumbles breathlessly, struggling to get the rest of the words out before you are peeling back his sweetie pie pink covers to expose him. You look down to see his thighs twitching slightly at being revealed to you once again. ‘Oh Chris that looks sore baby…’ you coo, and his hips squirm. ‘Keep going’ you respond to him, wanting him to finish answering your question. But this time, you reach out your hand to grasp onto his cock, his texture warm and damp.
Chris bites his lip and feathers his eyes closed, his head tipping back and a boiling hot surge of pleasure scalding his gut as soon as you start to work your hand against his slick skin. ‘Um… look- look in my bedside drawer…’ he moans, his voice struggling to crawl up his throat without a whine tinging to every single word. You furrow your eyebrows, keeping your hand on Chris as you lean over to use your other one, which wraps around the handle of his drawer slowly.
Sliding it out, you look inside to see all of the typical things kept in a man’s nightstand, as well as some girlier things like a bundle of different pearl necklaces, but you’re not interested in that.
You’re more interested in the pink silk ribbons, that are long enough to wrap tightly around someone’s wrists and restrain them there.
‘Chris… are these for…’ you trail off, subconsciously squeezing his cock a little harder as your eyes sparkle at the cheeky silk ties. Chris nods, filling in the gaps for you and answering your suspicions with an ‘uhuh’.
Your hand dives in without a moment to lose, fishing out the exiting looking toys that you can play with. ‘Chris you little slut’ you giggle with a surprised air about you, admiring the way he looks at the ribbons as you place them on his bed.
‘Hey! M’not a slut!!’ He snaps his head back up to look at you, whining in offence, but you shake your head, finding that so fucking hard to believe.
‘Is that so… well, in that case I’ll just have to make you into one using them then’ you slur seductively, before slinging your leg over his naked lap. Chris nearly chokes at your fast actions whilst you fully straddle him and push his back into the headboard. Wrestling one of his wrists up to the holed wood Chris pants and slides his bottom half further down onto the bed so that he can lie on his torso whilst you tie his hand to the headboard. Chris doesn’t put up a fight… he wants this.
He’s wanted it for so long.
The second one doesn’t come long after.
He hisses suddenly at how tightly you had tied them, his wrists practically unable to move in their awkward position slung up over his head and pinned to the headboard. The pretty pink silk brushing against his skin delicately makes him ache, and he admires your work.
‘Where’d you learn how to do that?’ He utters in breathless wonder whilst you find it hard not to smirk at what you’re going to do next. ‘Practice’ you muse whilst Chris shuffles about, unable to get comfortable. Your hands then shoot out and come to rest on the yellow bandana neatly pushing back his long wavy hair.
‘W-wait, what are you doing?’ he stutters as you use them to gently slide the fabric down over his eyes. This conceals his line of vision, and you watch the way his fingers and arms flex helplessly, his mind immediately trying to move his hands to push the bandana back up onto his forehead. But it’s no use, and he moans in frustration when he realises that there’s no way he’s going to be able to slip the bandana back up because his wrists are restrained.
‘Fuck… t-that’s not fair!’ He cries out in defiance but all you do is snigger, getting off of the bed so that you can admire the way his long legs stretch out to the bottom of his bed and kick about restlessly, his cock still red and throbbing whilst his colourful t-shirt rides up just above the curves of his slutty little waist. Strands of his soft looking hair fall over the yellow bandana that rests on the delicate curve of his nose whilst he twists his neck from side to side, his wrists bending and yanking helplessly against his silk ties.
‘Oh really? If you’re going to be a naughty boy and touch yourself like that without my permission then you’re going to be treated like a naughty boy’
Chris’ cheeks flame at how much he enjoys this degradation, his prick now painful and needing to be touched once again.
‘You got anymore requests before I give you what you want baby boy?’ You quip, extremely excited and getting wet at the fact that Chris has absolutely no idea what you’re going to do to him because of the blindfold obscuring his vision.
Chris hums, debating on whether or not to reveal to you his deepest and most yearned for sexual fantasy.
You don’t skate around his debate though, ‘Chris just say it, I think we’re a little too far into our friendship now to judge each other’. He sighs at this and stops biting his lip in contemplation.
‘Can I- can I call you mommy? Please’ he shyly requests and your stomach squeezes at the idea of being called mommy. You’re not surprised that Chris has a mommy kink, it’s pretty obvious with the way he carries himself, his actions are always so soft and delicate.
‘You can call me whatever you like Chris’ you say, before crawling back onto the bed. Chris’ back arches at the freedom you give him and his head twists from side to side yet again, trying to look in vain to see if there is anyway he can possibly clock where you are. But it’s no use. His makeshift blindfold has completely obliterated his sense of sight, equally, his sense of touch is also limited which heightens his other senses tenfold.
Running your finger tips up the inner sides of his thighs, he shivers with his breathing hitched and his shoulders heaving. He looks so sweet practically defenceless before you.
‘Go on then Chris… call me mommy… beg for it’. Chris whines into the back of his throat when he feels the pad of your thumb slowly sliding over his weeping tip. ‘Please mommy- call me a slut, I don’t care… just- just touch me’ he breathes, a surge of power flowing through your veins at the way you can make him unravel at the sound of your voice. Even the faintest of touches to his cock makes him worm about pathetically.
‘There’s a good boy’.
Finally, you find it right to praise him, and by god does it illicit the desired reaction. Chris’ lips curve up into a proud little smile, his legs spreading and his head throwing all the way back to put his powerful jaw on show, his masculine neck heavily contoured and highlighting his strong throat structure within the dim lighting of his room. ‘I am a good boy mommy’ he meekly responds back whilst your hand rewards him further by wrapping itself around him yet again.
He feels nice in your palm, warm and thick, precum dribbling down his tip and mixing with the lotion that is still making him sticky enough to easily slide your hand over him. And doesn’t he just look like the sweetest darling, all messy and panting beneath you?.
‘You like the way I touch you? Is this the kind of thing you dream about baby?’ You muse as you work your hand along him to stimulate his prick. You know he’s not going to last long, he had edged himself enough already before you had interrupted him. And you know that he is most likely going to have the most earth-shattering orgasm at your touch.
He nods shakily, his hips thrusting up accidentally to get more friction. ‘All the time’ he states, this time a little more confidently, and you hum in satisfaction.
‘You look pretty in pink baby boy’ you suddenly compliment him, and this makes Chris the happiest he’s been yet. He gets flustered and shy, especially after you stroke his ego with telling him he looks nice is his favourite colour. Something about someone complimenting him in that way makes him feel soft and light. ‘Thank you mommy…s’my favourite’ he shyly peeps, his voice as smooth as butter and making your thighs quiver. You’ll definitely be around at his place a lot more often after this to get even more of his strawberry goodness.
‘I know sweet boy… and that’s why you look so pretty in it’ you praise him even more, and he moans uncontrollably, his cock twitching within your hand. ‘Fuck, is my good boy ready to cum already?’.
He hums vigorously. ‘Y-yes mommy… so bad’. You sigh, feeling sad that this moment is over so soon, because he just looks so pretty tied up and blindfolded below you, but you conclude that he’s suffered enough already with having to hold on for this long, and so you let him cum.
‘Okay then sweet boy, you cum when you’re ready’.
And cum he does, a fuck load. It melts and drips all over his stomach, and Chris curses into the air after every time your hand works down his length with a squeezing motion to get rid of as much cum as you can. After the sticky strings of them are spent and Chris whines in overstimulation, you let go of his cock.
Chris thinks it’s over, and he cools down with his chest heaving and his mouth panting, that is, until you unexpectedly place your hands on his stomach, right into his puddle of cum.
Chris chokes when your hands start to make a slow ascent up his stomach, past his happy trail and up to his chest, absolutely covering him in his own cum. He moans at this, feeling your sticky fingers trailing over his rib cage. You smirk at him.
‘Thought you weren’t a slut Chris…? Good boys don’t like this kind of thing’.
His tilted head snaps back up, cutting his enjoyment short with a pout and a pitiful ‘but I am a good boy-’, his blindfold still completely concealing the way his eyes are probably glassing up with worry. ‘Really? Because I don’t think so…’ you tease once again, knowing that it’s just going to get him even more worked up. Gathering up a dollop of his cum onto two of your fingers you sneakily gravitated them up to his mouth whilst he fusses about underneath you.
To shut him up, you use your spare hand to open up his mouth fully and slot your two fingers onto his tongue. ‘Shhh, suck on this baby, you just focus on how you taste and I’ll worry about everything else, that’s what mommy’s are for yeah?’.
This quiet babying seems to work to get Chris to calm down, and his needy figure relaxes whilst curling his tongue around your two fingers and licking off his own cum. He swallows it all in one go. Removing your hand from his mouth, finally, you let him see once again by pulling off the yellow bandana, leaving his hair in a ruffled, fluffy mess.
His lips are blood red and his cheeks are a light pink, his silk ties matching his sheepish complexion whilst he watches you unravel them. After they’re removed, you look to see the red marks they’ve left on Chris’ wrists from how tightly they had been tied and equally how hard Chris had been tugging against them within his pleasure filled trance.
Suddenly you begin to giggle. And you can’t stop. A tired looking Chris gazes over at you in confusion, his stomach and chest shining with a trail of his own cum.
‘What?’
He shuffles around insecurely, his shyness once again blocking up any other emotion.
‘Nothing… it’s just… I kinda always knew you had a mommy kink after you mumbled it in your sleep one time I was staying over. Think you were having a wet dream’.
Chris goes red once again, his eyes widening as he smacks his lips, grabbing his fluffy white pillow and affectionately hitting your head with it at not telling him sooner that you had actually heard something you shouldn’t have.
This of course, initiates a playful pillow fight between the two of you, which slowly transitions into somewhat of a messy make out session with your tongues twisting against each other’s and your noses brushing before you both collectively hear the sound of the smoke alarm going off in the kitchen.
You gasp and pull away from Chris’ sugary lips.
‘FUCK, THE BROWNIES!’
Author’s notes p.2: phew that was a lot. Can u guys tell I love the colour pink?? I’m lowkey obsessed with coquette baby girl Chris ngl, he’s literally the male embodiment of a Melanie Martinez song. I hope u guys enjoyed my take on sub!Chris, but request and ask me anything as always!! :) @luverboychris this one is for you wife, I know you’ve been waiting for it <3
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Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs men on their first date with their darling: Chuuya and Tanizaki
Yandere Chuuya x reader, yandere Tanizaki x reader
Chuuya is such a gentleman and Tanizaki can be quite frightening at times
Warnings: mention of violence. Tanizaki and Naomi have a normal sibling relationship and are normal siblings.
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Word count: 1208
Chuuya
The restaurant’s lights were dimmed creating an intimate atmosphere. Soft jazz playing from a grand piano, the pianist an older man dressed in a elegant suit. The sound of wine glasses clinking together distant. You were seated in a more scheduled spot, perfect for soft whispers and lingering touches. In front of you were a plate of a delicate decorated lasagna. It was clear that the chef had taken their time on preferring your meal.
Chuuya was sitting opposite of you with a wine glass in hand. The red liquid swishing slightly around as he gently rolled his hand taking a whiff of the sweet aroma. In front of him where a plate of pasta carbonara.
“This place is really nice and the lasagna is amazing!” you beamed. You took a bite of your lasagna and hummed in delight, the flavours were melting on your tongue.
“I am glad you like it. I am a regular here actually” Chuuya smiled. His blue eyes filled with love.
“It’s not hard to imagine why. Their food really are something else” you turned your attention back to your plate. You were quite nervous. It was your first date with the handsome man.
He chucked slightly at your nervous expression. His laugh deep and as smooth as honey, making you blush slightly. “I am glad you could make it today” he placed his glass down with a soft clink.
“Yeah me too. My boss was kind enough for letting me go early” you nodded.
“You know… Stress is really bad for you” he repositioned himself in his seat and leaned forward on his elbows. “Have you considered taking a week off? I have plenty of holiday houses” his voice soft, but his eyes poorly concealed worry and something else you couldn’t quite place.
“Thank you for your offer, but I don’t think I am able to” you sighed.
His brows furrowed and he leaned back in his seat. “And why is that?”.
You fiddled nervously with your pearl bracelet. “It’s a lot to do at work at the moment. The only reason to why I got to go early today is because I have been working every day these past two weeks”.
He looked at you with a brow raised in disappointment. “You have been overworking yourself” his voice stern and disappointed. He looked at you for a moment before he opened his mouth “You should go on vacation with me. We could perhaps go to Paris. Wouldn’t that be nice?”.
“Chuuya… I can’t just do that. Did you not listen to what I just said? I appreciate your concern, but I cannot simply drop everything and take some days off” you shook your head.
“You can” he intertwined his hands and placed his head on them, leaning forward. “You definitely can. All you need to do is resign” his expression completely serious.
You looked at him with disbelief. “I know I haven’t known you for that long, but I have known you long enough for me to say that you really do need a break. You can always live with me. That way you wouldn’t need to work so much, since you wouldn’t need to worry about your rent. I have plenty of room in my penthouse” he smiled. His canine chanting the light making it glisten. He really was charming.
“I can’t do that”
“Of course you can. I have more than enough money” he furrowed his brows in slight annoyance. He picked up his glass and took a sip, he closed his eyes and hummed at the sweet taste. “Let’s not talk about this anymore. I will let you think about it” he smiled warmly. You could see obsession and determination swirling in his blue eyes.
Tanizaki
Tanizaki nervously pulled on the red hem of his hoodie. His eyes flickering between you and the window of the cozy French styled café. You only glanced at him out of the corner of your eye finding his behaviour cute. “Do you know what to order?” you asked the ginger as you nodded at the menu in his hands. His knuckles were white from his tight grip. He shot his gaze towards you and pink blush crept over his cheeks.
He nodded. “Y-yes…” he quacked out. “I will take a Croque Madame”.
Your eyes scanned over the menu “I will take a sourdough sandwich”.
You was about to rise to your feet to order when Tanizaki put his hand on your arm. “I will order” his lips pulled back in a small smile. You nodded and watched him making his way over to the counter.
With giddy steps he walked over to your table with a tray. “I ordered us both a caramel latte” he smiled as he took a seat.
“Thank you Tanizaki” you smiled at the ginger.
“Don’t mention it. It’s my treat” his eyes were beaming. He picked up his cutlery before he put it down again, eyes looking intensely into yours. “Thank you for agreeing to go out with me. I really appreciate it” his expression genuine.
“No need to thank me. I am glad you asked me out Tanizaki. I should be the one thank you”
His lips curled into a smile “Please call me Junichiro”
You nodded. “How’s your week been? I read in the newspaper that the amount of crimes have skyrocketed, so the agency must have been quite busy I assume”.
He nodded. “Yeah it have been quite hectic, but thanks to you I have managed” he whispered the last part while he looked down on his plate.
“I am sorry? I didn’t quite catch that”
“Oh! It’s nothing!” his cheeks where as red as his hoodie. “What about you then? How has your studies been?” his head tilted slightly in interest.
You sighed. “Well my studies are going well. The other night I got almost robbed by some random guys. It turns out that one of the guys are my friend’s ex. He decided to take revenge on me to get to her, even though I hadn’t done anything. I didn’t even know him!” you rolled your eyes and huffed in frustration.
“What did you say?” his voice eerie silent. You looked back at Tanizaki and your over dramatic expression fell. His eyes were darkened and his mouth twisted into something akin to a growl.
“It happened two days ago, it’s okay. We sorted it out. He even got in trouble with the police” you raised your hands as to calm him down.
His eyes were narrowed and his brows furrowed. He lips pulled back into a snarl. He was truly terrifying. “I should rip him apart for hurting you” his voice a low growl.
“Junichiro!” you glared at him.
“I should carve out his eyes and feed it to some strays. THIS WILL NOT GO UNPUNISHED!” his face was twisted in rage fitting a rabid dog.
You gently placed your hand on his. “Please calm down. Let’s just enjoy lunch together okay?” you plastered on a face smile, trying to convince him to drop it.
His hazel eyes scanned yours, before they softened. “Of course” he smiled. “I still won’t forgive him though. He will get as he deserves” his left eye twitching.
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You asked for prompts! How about Stede noticing Ed’s pearl necklace and maybe telling him how pretty he looks wearing it? Or maybe it breaks and Stede fixes it for him? Either way some excuse for Stede put it around Ed’s neck and kiss his neck or WANT to kiss his neck while he does it? Basically neck kisses or yearning please!
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“Oh, shit. Fuck. Shitdamn.”
Ed’s frustrated voice filtered in through the open kitchen window - that was what Stede was calling the hole in the kitchen wall they hadn’t gotten around to patching up yet - and Stede looked up from where he was trying to figure out how to debone a fish. Turned out the little fuckers had a lot of bones, and just all over the place, really.
“Ed? You alright?”
Beat.
“Uh, yeah, all good!”
Ed’s tone had been overly cheerful, in the exact way it always was when Stede knew all was most certainly not good. He’d definitely sounded upset, but he was usually pretty good at letting Stede know if he’d just accidentally hammered a finger or miscalculated something, so it had to be something more serious, then. Stede quickly washed his hands, deciding to leave the fish for later, and hurried outside to check on his boyfriend.
Ed had said he was going to be working on reinforcing the front steps, after Stede accidentally stuck his foot straight through the boards a few nights ago. What he was actually doing was sitting on the broken step, looking down at something in his hands, his shoulders very tense and his lips pursed like he was trying not to cry.
“Ed?” Stede slid down next to him on the step, and Ed quickly clenched his hand into a fist to hide what he’d been looking at. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Ed sighed, his voice small and creaky. “It’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid if you’re upset.”
His heart broke a little, as Ed’s lip wobbled, but he didn’t force it. If he was just quiet, and calm, and gave Ed time, then soon enough-
“I was taking my jacket off,” Ed started to explain, “and my necklace got caught on one of the buttons. I didn’t mean to pull it - I think I broke it.”
“Oh,” Stede said, quietly, and he held out his hand. “Can I take a look?”
Ed looked like he was halfway expecting Stede to yell at him, but he slowly let the necklace drop into Stede’s palm.
“These pearls are so lovely,” Stede said, trying to get the smile back on Ed’s face as he inspected the damage. It was a nice necklace, with a knot on either side of each pearl so they wouldn’t slide off the string even if it snapped, but Stede was relieved to see the clasp was just twisted open. Necklaces like this were delicate, so the damage looked worse than it actually was.
“They were lovely,” Ed corrected dully. “Until I ruined them. They were so nice, and now they’re fucked.”
“You didn’t ruin-”
“Probably for the best.” Ed rested his arms on his knees, hunching over to hide his face in his arms. “Needed to throw ‘em away anyway.”
Stede frowned. He reached out a gentle hand, hovering over Ed’s shoulder, and was relieved when Ed leaned sideways into his touch. “Why would you say that?”
Ed shrugged. “They were too nice for me. Was always gonna ruin them eventually.”
“Ed? Can you look at me?”
Stede waited until Ed raised his eyes, scrubbing at his cheeks with the back of his hand, and then he held up the necklace. “This is fixable. It’s a pretty easy fix, too! The clasp is just twisted.”
“Oh.”
“You haven’t ruined a thing,” Stede assured him. “I used to fix necklaces all the time - Mary never had the patience for it.”
Stede led Ed back inside, finding the smaller tools they kept in the kitchen and selecting a little pair of pliers. It would take a careful hand, to correct the bent metal without breaking or warping it further, and Stede wanted to do a perfect job.
“I haven’t had a necklace like that before,” Ed admitted quietly as he watched Stede work. “Too nice for me, like I said.”
Ed said it like he was trying to convince himself, and Stede scoffed.
“Ed, you put everyone else wearing a string of pearls to shame,” he promised. “You wear them well. They’re so pretty, and they look beautiful on you.”
He looked back in time to see Ed’s eyes flick shyly to the floor. “Thank you.”
Stede held the necklace up to the light, making sure the clasp looked perfect. “All done,” he declared, holding it out for Ed to see. “May I?”
“You may,” Ed said, aiming for a light, teasing tone, but too obviously flattered to really pull it off.
Stede stepped behind him, gently moving his hair out of the way, and Ed shivered at Stede’s fingers brushing over his bare neck.
“There we go.” Stede gently secured the necklace, and before straightening Ed’s hair back into place, he kissed the back of Ed’s neck. Ed hummed in delight, pressing back into his touches, and Stede pressed kiss after soft, loving kiss to the side of Ed’s neck, from his jaw down to his collarbone. “So pretty.”
Ed leaned back into Stede’s arms, sighing happily as Stede dropped a hand to his waist, holding him there. “Can you call me that again?”
“You’re so pretty, Ed,” Stede said, kissing the sensitive skin at the base of Ed’s neck, right where the string of pearls lay. “You deserve to wear whatever you want.”
“I thought you liked me best with nothing on at all,” Ed teased, pressing back into him.
Stede hooked his chin over Ed’s shoulder. “Well, the pearls are a close second.”
He hoped, someday, Ed would know that he could have the nice thing he’d always wanted but had been too scared to enjoy, and understand he wasn’t doomed to break them. He hoped Ed knew that Stede would support him, and help him find the fine things he wanted to wear, clothes and accessories that made him feel good and pretty and like himself.
But, for now, Ed had this lovely string of pearls, and it was a fine thing he knew he could keep.
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CARNIVAL GAMES - Javier Peña x F!reader
Glimpse of a life with Javier Chapter 5
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Summary: It's your birthday and Javi plan to give you the best of your days.
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Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader
Word count: 3k
Warnings: A cringing amount of fluff🙈 Soft!Javi. LOVE IS IN THE AIR❤️
A/N: Welcome to chapter 5! Thank you for your support! Can't wait to keep going on this project🫶🏻
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You looked stunning in your new red dress, high brown boots, meticulously half-tied hair, and delicate features highlighted by light but beautiful makeup. Javier's chest tightened as he watched you walk down the stairs of your building and approached where he stood, holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Hola," you greeted him, your cheeks flushing as you noticed how captivated he was by your appearance.
"Hola," he almost whispered. He wanted to say something more to you, but he just couldn't find the words to do justice to how gorgeous you looked.
"Are those for me or...?" You said, pointing to the beautiful flowers he had chosen for you. He didn't know what your favorite flowers were, but he thought that you might like pink tulips.
"Oh, right," he said, reacting and handed the bouquet to you. They smelled fresh and flowery, of course. "Feliz cumpleaños, bonita."
"They are beautiful, Javi. Thank you so much," you said as your cheeks blushed and before he could say anything else, you leaned forward to wrap your arms around his torso. Javier felt a warm, fuzzy sensation, like a child who had just received a special gift.
The restaurant he chose was quite nice. It appeared expensive but not overly pretentious. He didn't know much about nice places for dates in Colombia, as he had never needed to know before, so he had asked Connie Murphy for some recommendations and made her promise not to tell Steve. Of course, she did, which he could tell by the way Steve was teasing him the next morning.
As he perused the menu, trying to decide what to order, you couldn't help but steal glances at him over yours. Javier looked incredibly handsome, with a freshly shaved face (except for his mustache, of course), his signature black leather jacket over a red shirt, and dark-blue jeans. He smelled delicious, as always, with your favorite cologne of his, tinged with hints of shaving cream, cigarettes, and the whiskey he was currently sipping. It actually made you clench your thighs...
"I have something else for you," he said, after you both had placed your orders. He pulled out a small black velvet box from his jacket and opened it to you, saying, "I hope you like it."
Inside the box lay a beautiful golden necklace with three pearls at the center. The piece of jewelry was delicate and feminine, absolutely perfect.
"Oh my God," you said affectively, "Javi, you didn't have to."
"I wanted to," he replied with a warm smile and you melt with the dimples on his cheeks. "Consider it a token of my affection for you."
You reached out to take the necklace and held it in your hand, admiring its beauty. "It's stunning, Javi. I love it."
Your heartfelt response made Javier's eyes soften with emotion. "I'm really glad you like it," he said, looking genuinely pleased. "Would you let me?" he asked.
"Of course," you responded. He stood up and walked behind you as you put your hair to the side to let him work on your neck. Javier gently assisted you in putting on the necklace, his fingers delicately clasping the chain around your neck. As he fastened the clasp, his calloused hands brushed against your skin, inadvertently sending shivers and goosebumps throughout your body. The electric sensation of his touch left you feeling an unspoken connection.
As your fingertips caressed the delicate pearls, Javier could only think of how beautiful they looked against your skin, even more stunning than when he had purchased them.
The evening continued, with delightful conversations and laughter that came so naturally to both of you. It was almost as if the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you in your own little universe.
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The fair was bustling with people. Families with children, young and older couples, and groups of friends all enjoyed the colorful lights and the joyful sounds of laughter that filled the air.
The parking lot was on the opposite side of the avenue. While you waited for the traffic officer to help people cross the street, Javier took your hand to guide you through the sea of people. From that moment, he didn't let your hand go, and you both either held hands or you held onto his arm.
As the night set in and the air grew cooler, Javier lent you his leather jacket. You savored every moment wearing it, feeling the warmth and absorbing his scent.
You and Javier started by joining some ride games, like the teacups and bumper cars. Despite your initial insistence on going on the Ferris wheel, once you found yourself seemingly on top of the world, fear and regret washed over you. Javier couldn't help but laugh, but he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to help you relax. His presence reassured you, allowing you to enjoy the distant city lights from your seat in the night sky. When it came to snacks, your differing preferences became evident. You indulged your sweet tooth with cotton candy and a soda, while Javier chose a more savory option with popcorn and a simple bottle of water.
"Why do you always do that?" You inquired, as Javier noticed your gaze on his forehead. You were seating in a bench, eating your snacks.
"Do what?" He asked and making his brow furrow deeper.
You laughed slightly, as your thumb reached his brow and you caressed the wrinkle that formed there, "You should stop wrinkling your face if you want to keep looking like you're thirty," you said and he smiled, delighted with your touch on his skin.
Later, as you approached to the side of the carnival games, Javier spotted a shooting game and decided to win something for you.
"C'mon, I'll win a stuffed animal for you," he promised as he took your hand and led you to the game booth.
Javier paid for the game, and the manager handed him a fake shotgun. Javier prepared like the professional he was, aiming with ease and tensing his entire body to concentrate. He looked bigger and more imposing while he held the weapon with such expertise. All the duck targets were easily knocked down. The manager's jaw dropped, and all the spectators were murmuring about how impressed they were. There were even a couple of applause. But Javier was focused on obtaining the best of the bears, and when he had it in his hands, he gave it to you immediately. It was a big brown bear with a red bow around its neck. It reminded you of Javier himself.
"How beautiful it is!" you exclaimed as you combed the bear's fur. "Thank you, Javi." Javier's eyes melted as he saw you hugging the bear in your arms. He smiled and placed his hand on your waist, guiding you to another spot at the fair.
"Look!" You pointed to a Photo Booth. "Let's take some pictures to remember the best birthday I've ever had." As you said it, Javier felt pride swelling in his chest. He felt incredibly lucky that you had chosen to spend your special day with him. As you led him to the Photo Booth, wearing his jacket and holding your new teddy bear, he knew he wanted to do this with you for as long as he might live.
He put some pesos into the machine, and as you waited inside, he took the seat next to you. His closeness made you feel a bit like you did on the ferris wheel. You tried to figure out how the machine worked by pressing some buttons, and Javier watched you from behind. His eyes focused on your lips and jawline, and the strands of your hair cascading over your shoulder.
"Okay, I think I got it!" You said with enthusiasm, noticing that you had only a few seconds to take five photos on the screen. You held onto your bear tightly and leaned toward Javier, who wrapped a gentle arm around your waist, as the machine started to take the first photos.
In the last moments before the final picture, you turned your head slightly, and as you met Javier's gaze, something shifted. It was an unspoken connection, a spark that had been building between you. With the sound of the camera's click, he couldn't resist any longer.
Javier leaned in, pulling your body closer as his lips met yours, so gently and softly, almost innocent. It was a tender kiss that took your breath away, making you melt into his arms. The world outside the Photo Booth seemed to fade away.
His free hand reached for your cheek, caressing your soft skin as he moved his lips over yours, making the kiss more passionate while retaining its tenderness. You couldn't help but let out a slight moan mixed with a sigh that escaped your mouth into his, sending shivers down his spine.
When you finally pulled away, his lips brushed the tip of your nose and then moved to your forehead, as you bit your bottom lip, a smile gracing your precious face.
"I wanted to kiss you for a long time," he muttered, his fingers gripping your hips, still close to your mouth. "I know we're taking it slow, but I really, really like you." Your cheeks burned as your heart raced with excitement. "I'm a complicated man, and my profession is hard and dangerous, but..." his eyes softened as he looked into yours, his finger brushing your cheek, "I've been thinking about doing things right with you, bonita. I want to be your partner, your companion, your boyfriend, if you let me I'll..." he wouldn't stop talking, so you kissed him again. Your hands moved from his shoulders to pull him even closer, and he melted for you.
"Yes, Javi, I want to be with you," you finally said, and he swore to himself that he hadn't felt this happy in so, so long.
As you stepped out of the booth, you both still wore smiles, a bit flushed from the excitement. You retrieved the photo strips from the machine, cherishing the endearing moments captured: your first kiss with Javier Peña. You gave him one copy and kept the other.
Javier pulled you closer, peppering your cheeks and lips with pecks while wrapping his strong arms around your waist from behind. You giggled and blushed, allowing him to guide you aimlessly around the fair until you found a dance floor where couples were dancing at the rhytim of the live music. Javi grapped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to his body,making you spin while you laughed. You exchanged kisses, some dance steps and laughed at how little talent Javi had for dancing.
After a while, you spotted a natural fruit juice stand, but the line was quite long, and you were starting to feel a pressing need to empty your bladder.
"I need to use the restroom," you announced as you handed the teddy bear to him. "Buy me a pitaya or mango water," you said, standing on your tiptoes to plant a peck on his soft lips.
Javier watched you turn around and walk away until you disappeared behind a hot dog cart. A warm feeling blossomed in his chest. He hadn't felt this carefree and happy in a very, very long time. He was just enjoying the night with you and was eager to see where things could go.
Balancing the two juice cups in each hand and the poor teddy bear clutched between his forearm and his chest, he looked around to find you in the crowd. He didn't know where the restrooms were, and he feared that if he moved from where you left him, you might get lost. So he waited for you when a familiar voice called his name from behind.
"Javi?" a woman's voice said in Spanish.
Javier turned around to face Helena. She was holding hands with a little girl who appeared to be about seven or eight years old.
He didn't know what to say beyond a simple "Hola." Helena looked at him with a bewildered smile, her excitement growing at the surprising encounter. Her dark eyes shifted to the items in Javier's hands: two cups and a cute teddy bear. Her smile faded away. It was clear he was with someone, but who?
"What are you doing here?" Javier asked, his tone unintentionally defensive. He didn't want to be rude to Helena, but her presence posed a potential problem. If you returned and saw Helena, you might inquire about her, not in a crazy-jealous-girlfriend way, but out of curiosity. And what would he say? That she was an informant prostitute? He certainly wouldn't disclose they had slept together, but you were intelligent and could put two and two together. DEA agents, especially someone like Javier Peña, had a reputation about whores and informants, and he was well aware that you knew that.
Helena's initial excitement was met with Javier's apprehension. "I brought my daughter,'' she explained in Spanish, ''I promised to spend the day at the fair with her.'' Her smile becoming more understanding as she noticed his defensive stance. However, her curiosity got the worst of her, and she asked, "What are you doing here? I'm gonna be honest, this is the last place where I'd expect to see you."
Javier's eyes darted around the fair, desperately searching for a solution to this unexpected encounter. "Well, I just wanted to take a break, you know. It's not easy at the office," he stammered, mentally cursing himself for the lackluster explanation.
Helena gave a knowing nod but couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something.
Just then, you returned from the portable restrooms and spotted the scene. Your heart rate quickened as you saw Javier with another woman and a girl. It wasn't jealousy that gripped you, but confusion and concern. Who was she?
"Javi," you called out, walking toward them, "Sorry, the line was very long," you said and then looked at her with a with a small smile, clenching your grap on his arm.
Javier swallowed hard and introduced the two of you, "This is Helena, an old friend I ran into. Helena, this is my girlfriend," he said your name softly.
You could see perfectly the moment Helena's smile faded, and she tried to compose herself again. She was heartbroken, the revelation had shattered the hope she had been holding onto. However, she politely greeted you, and even her daughter said a shy hello.
There was an awkward pause before Javier suggested, "Helena was just leaving. We should get going, too."
You nodded in agreement, but curiosity still gnawed at you. Javier's hesitation had not gone unnoticed, and you couldn't help but wonder what he wasn't telling you.
Helena exchanged a few polite words with you, trying to mask the disappointment that lingered in her eyes. She then turned to Javier, a bitter smile playing on her lips.
"Well, Javier, it was nice to see you," she said, her voice soft but laced with a touch of sadness. "Enjoy the rest of your night with your girlfriend." With a final glance in your direction, she took her daughter's hand and walked away, the small girl casting a curious look over her shoulder.
As Helena and her daughter disappeared into the crowd, you turned to Javier, still puzzled by the encounter. "Old friend, huh?" you mused, raising an eyebrow.
Javier let out a nervous chuckle, his hand reaching for yours. "Yeah, an old informant, actually. I didn't expect to run into her today. I should have told you earlier, I guess." His eyes held a mix of regret and relief.
You nodded, trying to understand the situation. "It's fine, Javi. You don't have to tell me everything. But it's just a bit surprising."
He squeezed your hand gently, leaning down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let's enjoy the rest of the day, just the two of us."
Despite your lingering curiosity, you agreed, and together you continued your fair adventure, leaving behind the unexpected encounter and focusing on the shared moments of joy and connection.
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It was almost midnight when you both left the fair. Your feet hurt from dancing and walking around, and you were full from everything you had eaten and drunk, but it didn't matter for either of you.
Javier was driving you home, but he couldn't resist asking you something more, or better to say, implying his next move.
"I was thinking," he began, clearing his throat as he stopped at a red light, "that maybe you would like to spend the night at my place."
You blushed slightly, understanding the subtle message behind his words. "Javi, I had an amazing time today," you said, looking at his direction, "but I think I'd prefer to take things slow for now, if you don't mind. We have plenty of time to enjoy each other's company."
You were certainly nervous about your decision. You had been in the same position a couple of times before, and neither of those situations ended well. Your ex-boyfriends didn't seem patient or understanding enough about your choices in that matter.
But Javi looked directly into your eyes as he said, "That's okay, bonita," he responded, his voice sincere and reassuring. "I don't want to rush you into anything. We'll go at your pace."
Javier's understanding and respect for your boundaries meant a lot to you. It was a refreshing change from past relationships, where you had often felt pressured.
When he finally parked in front of your apartment building, he walked with you to the door of the building. You both exchanged a sweet goodnight kiss. It was gentle, his hands on your hips as he tried no to crush the flowers and the teddy bear on your arms.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said as you reluctantly stepped back.
You smiled and nodded, "Buenas noches, Javi."
He left another peck on your lips and then crossed the street to his truck.
Watching him drive away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of infatuation and happiness. It was clear that Javier was different, and you were excited to see where this budding relationship would lead.
NEXT CHAPTER
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These Bonds That Tie Us. (Prince!Eddie x Knight!Reader) Smut
Basically this fic was only meant to be a filthy little blurb based on this text post, but it kind of got out of hand and I made it a little mushy-gushy (so idk what really happened there??)
Word Count:1,477
Warnings:Smut, 18+, Bondage, Dominant/Submissive themes (Slight Dom!Reader and Sub!Eddie), Cowgirl position, size kink, Oral Sex (F!Receiving) Nothing else that I can think of, but feel free to shoot me a message incase I missed something.
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Eddie finds himself tied up by delicate silk scarves that bind his wrists to the bed’s frame. He lies sprawled across the wine red blankets on the bed, naked and completely at the mercy of the very pretty lady who stalked around his bed eyeing him up like he was a prize to be won.
It wasn’t that he was spoiled, at least that’s what Eddie thought of himself. Sure, being a prince came with certain privileges that the average person could only dream of, that he would only have to mention wanting something before it would appear within reaching distance of him, but that didn’t make him spoiled, did it?
Well, whatever Eddie thought of himself in this moment didn’t matter to her in the slightest. His knight in shining armour, who had sworn an oath to protect him at all costs. His sworn protector who lifted up her silver helmet to reveal the face of the most beautiful maiden that Eddie had ever had the delight to lay his sights on. No, his royal title meant nothing to her, she wanted nothing more than to have the crown prince trembling under her touch.
Her figure crawled up next to him on the bed, free of all her armour and under-garments as she leant closer to his body. Pecking her lips against the skin of his soft stomach, her tongue licks a stripe against the fuzzy trail that runs below his navel. He shivers under her touch.
“Look at you, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” you chuckle, your eyes cast on his big brown ones. “All these people at your beck and call, ready to cater to your every last whim, if only they could see you now.” you smirk when you see how he tugs against the bonds that tie him, his hard cock laying stiff against stomach.
“Already so hard and I’ve barely touched you, my prince, you just can’t help it can you?” you tease him, watching as the scarlet flush rises up from his chest to his face, spreading out across his nose and cheeks in a rosy glow.
“Please..” he whines desperately, not even sure of what he was begging for, all he knew is that it wasn't enough. He longed for your touch, no matter how much had to beg for it.
“So nice of you to use your manners, my prince.” You purr, as your hand skates up his torso, your fingers tweaking each of his nipples with a gentle tug.
“Ah, please I just want to feel you…please I'll be good for you, I promise..” The plea falls from his pretty pink lips.
“I suppose I can indulge you this one time, your highness..” you quiet his pleas with a gentle kiss placed to his flushed cheek.
You settle yourself over his slim hips, each one of your thighs sat astride him whilst your hand reaches behind you to give a few firm tugs of his hard cock, swiping your thumb through the dripping pearl of pre-cum that threatened to spill from his tip.
Your slick hand glides up his cock once more, your thumb tracing the length of the prominent and pulsing vein that runs the length of him. You rise up on your knees just enough to tease the flushing head of his cock on your entrance, before slowly sinking down on him inch by inch until he’s as deep inside you as he can possibly be.
You look at him from underneath your lashes, looking at him where he lay so eager to place his hands on you, but the tugging of silk against his wrists forbids him.
He longed to take his hands and place them on to the soft curve of your hips, to feel your skin under his fingertips.
But with the way your eyes locked on to him, there was an unspoken understanding that his hands were bound to the bedposts at your request, he was no way in charge tonight. You were calling the shots tonight, not him.
You roll your hips in deliberate movements, shifting in a way that has his thick cock nudging so deeply inside you. Riding him with very little regard for his pleasure, and far more concerned with your own.
His dark eyes are trained on your figure, looking at how you take his cock so perfectly. How your body rises and falls with every salacious movement of your hips.
“Not so high and mighty now, are you my prince?” your voice purrs out in a tease, your hand reaching out to brush away the loose strands of hair that obscure his face. “No, you’re just my little play-thing. No better than a common whore.”
A heat blooms in his chest at your words. He wanted to protest, he wanted to deny it, but with the way your hips were circling him, he couldn’t help his shameless moans. He really was a common whore. Your common whore.
The way you were taking charge and just using him for your own pleasure had Eddie’s mind spinning, he was enjoying this more than he could ever imagine.
Time and time again he had been the one who had been in charge, but now with the roles reversed, he found himself happily surrendering his power to the feeling of being submissive.
You continued to rock your hips down on to his length, shamelessly moaning at the stretch of him inside you.
“You’re so big..” you whine breathlessly, taking your hand and placing it on your lower stomach. “Feel you right here.” Feeling the nudge of his cock bulging its way into your guts.
Eddie didn’t think it was possible for him to be more turned on than he already was, but hearing you say that, had his brain going fuzzy. He feels the knot in stomach tying itself ever tighter with every move you make, his sensitive cock just throbbing inside you.
“Please, Miss, I’m so close…Please, you feel so warm and wet and so fucking perfect.” he moans desperately.
You decide to take pity on him. His big brown eyes are glassy with unshed tears, from holding back his pleasure for so long.
It doesn’t take very much more than a few slow rolls of your hips before he’s spilling his release into you, pumping his hot load deep inside your warm cunt.
You untie his wrists, allowing him the time to come back down to earth, letting him come back to his senses as you pull yourself off him.
The steady flow of white drips from between your legs, as you eye him up once more.
“You know, my prince, it’s very rude of you to not allow me to finish, how about you come a little closer” you beckon him with a slender finger. “Put that mouth to use. Clean up the mess you’ve made, and make me come.” your voice low and sultry ringing out into the otherwise quiet bedroom.
With his wrists no longer tied he wastes no time in making his way towards you, hooking his arms around your thighs and attaching his lips to your swollen clit. His tongue works in precise circles, teasing your sensitive button. He begins to lap at your folds, tasting the combined mixture of both his and your essences on his tongue, moaning as he nuzzles his mouth into your warm cunt and his nose’s button tip nudges against your clit so deliciously .
Your fingers weave their way into his long dark curls, tangling into the softness as you eagerly urge him to where you want him most.
He takes your lead and slips two of his thick fingers into your wet centre, curling them inside you as he suckles your clit once more. Sucking it between his plump lips and pleasuring you to the best of his ability.
“Your pussy tastes so fuckin’ sweet…” he mumbles against you, his tongue continuing it’s quest to please you.
Suddenly it all feels like too much all at once, the feeling of his strong hands on your thighs, his tongue on your pussy and his nose nudging so perfectly against your clit that it had your thighs quivering against his head. Almost crushing him between your thighs as your orgasm rushes over you in a pulsing gush.
You come down from your high as you release your poor prince from your thighs, with a shuddering breath. Both of you are sweaty and exhausted from the late evening’s activities.
He comes closer to snuggle your body to his. His lithe muscles embracing your frame before placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.
If only for tonight it was just the two of you together, away from the prying eyes of the crowd, you couldn’t be more happy in the arms of your beloved prince.
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↳ Index [Day 30 - Paints & Oral]
Pairing: Sanguis!Taehyung x f.Reader
Kinks: Vampire!Tae, Switching, painting on each other, kneeling, sensual stripping, oral (f. & m.receiving), fangs, self choking, also Tae’s hands with rings bruuh, he eats her out on a canvas, she blows him while he stands, they are both Dom when they go down on the other and subby when recieving
Wordcount: 4.7k
a/n: i miss him :( and want him :( also the header ruins me, his eyes fasdf 💙
The fireplace is burning, the curtains are drawn closed. It is snowing outside. It has done so all day. The mugs of cinnamon tea are empty. The plate of Yoongi’s famous sugar cookies is empty too. They were both very delicious.
"Can we really do that?" you ask him, watching him cover the brush in blue paint.
"Of course we can, trust me", Taehyung answers you, lifting the brush. He steps closer, connecting himself with you by touching your waist. His palm feels warm and soft, eliciting goosebumps on your skin.
"I trust you", you whisper, gazing up at his face.
"You can", he says, smiling softly, "now close your eyes."
You do so happily.
Coldness touches your neck.
You gasp, feeling a shiver run down your spine.
It glides down along the shape of your neck, fading into a little tickle on your collarbone before it stops.
"How did that feel?" Taehyung asks you, lifting the brush from your skin. The blue looks wonderful on your neck.
"Cold and ticklish."
"And was that an uncomfortable sensation?"
"No, it was nice."
"Very good", Taehyung says and breaks the connection to get more paint. You peel your eyes open, watching him work. You wonder how the paint looks on you. It still feels cold and makes you breathe just a little bit quicker.
Taehyung lifts the brush and twirls it in his fingers to present it to you. You take it from him and step closer. Just like Taehyung did before, you connect yourself with him by touching his waist.
Taehyung closes his eyes and tilts his head back just a little.
You run your eyes over his body. He is wearing nothing but tight briefs and delicate pearl earrings. Also three rings on his left hand, golden and delicate. His body is so beautiful. You don’t know where to place the first stroke. His stomach perhaps, along the soft ridges of his muscles. His pecs, strong and perfectly shaped for his body. His arms with his pretty birthmarks on them.
No. You know where to place it.
You connect the brush with his shoulder, dancing it down along his collarbone. Taehyung’s chest heaves up as he gasps for air. He exhales shakily, tilting his head back just a little further.
You finish the stroke on his sternum.
Taehyung opens his eyes and smiles at you.
"How was that?" he asks.
"Sexy", you say, having to giggle just a little.
"I agree. You are so sexy, my sweetest", he says.
You break away from him and bury the brush in new paint. Once done, you hand it to Taehyung, presenting your body by closing your eyes and tilting your head back.
"Mhm darling", Taehyung purrs, snaking his hand to the small of your back and stepping closer so your bodies are connected by your middles, "you are a dream, truly."
Your breath hitches. He is so close. The brush tickles your skin, the paint feels cold. He is swirling it down your chest, framing your breasts in strokes of blue. It riles you up so much. You want his tongue to replace it. It would be so hot in contrast to the cold paint.
“Such a pretty artwork”, he whispers, taking a step back.
You open your eyes, taking a sneaky look down at your chest. He is right. Your breasts look so pretty with the paint drawing attention to them. It gives you a boost of confidence and so you strike a little pose for him.
“Darling”, Taehyung gasps, eyes spilling over in fondness, “I am a weak man, oh heavens”, he says, faking fainting just to make you giggle.
“You’re silly”, you say.
Taehyung chuckles, grinning playfully. He hands you the paintbrush and waits for your touch with bated breath.
You place the brush on his chest, dragging it right over his left nipple.
“Ah”, Taehyung lets out, goosebumps covering his skin instantly. His nipple is hard too, looking so pretty with blue paint on it. You do one swirl on his sternum, then use whatever paint was left on the brush to cover his other nipple as well. Taehyung laughs breathily, arching into the sensation, “that’s cold”, he whispers, fingers touching your arms. He squeezes you once then peels his eyes open, "darling that was…"
He is affected. You know that he is because his pupils are dilated and his eyelids are droopy.
“How was that?” you ask him, handing him the paint brush.
“Good”, he whispers, breathing quickened without wanting to slow down. He fetches the brush from you and covers it in new paint.
You arch your back, thinking that he will return the favour, but Taehyung drops to his knees to instead drag the brush from your foot all the way up to where your panties start. Your heart is skipping beats, your skin is prickling. He purrs quietly, burying his face in your inner thigh to paint a spot of sensitivity on your skin where he bites you softly.
“Tae”, you moan, reaching down to grab a bundle of his hair. He is so close to your pussy and now you are painfully aware of how needy he has already gotten you.
“So delicious”, he rasps, kissing the bite mark softly before standing back up. He smirks upon seeing the totally flustered and needy state he has gotten you in. He twirls the brush between his fingers skillfully, presenting it to you with a flick of his wrist. “Your turn.”
“Why are you the way you are?” you murmur, hand shaking as you stick the brush into new paint.
“What are you saying?” Taehyung asks in a chuckle.
“You’re such a flirt.”
Taehyung laughs, swaying his shoulders from side to side cutely. “You enjoy that, don’t lie.”
“Maybe, yes”, you say, stepping closer, “close your eyes.”
Taehyung obeys with a playful purr, lips still curled into a smirk. They part a second later when you connect the brush with his stomach, swirling it down to his crotch. Your fingers are guiding the movements. Slow and sensual. Taehyung is sighing so much because of it.
You hook your fingers in the hem of his briefs, tugging them down just enough to expose his well-groomed pubes and the beginning of his cock to you.
“Darling”, he whispers, hips chasing you desperately. He feels himself shiver everywhere as the brush dances closer and closer to his length. Oh how he aches for a touch.
You stop and let the briefs snap back into place, ending the teasing by brushing your fingertips over the outline of his bulge.
“Done.”
“You tease”, he groans and chuckles painfully, “oh, that was cruel.”
“Your turn”, you ignore him, handing him the already covered paintbrush. It’s what he deserves for always playing with you.
Taehyung’s eyes are ruby in arousal, he pins you down with just a look. Even when he connects the brush with your stomach to swirl it down to your pussy. He drops to his knees slowly, doing the unthinkable of taking your panties between his fangs just to rip them off your body.
“Oh my god, Tae”, you gasp, trying to squeeze your legs together but he stops you with his hand sliding itself between them.
"Don't flee", he rasps, "let me look at you."
You barely feel how he disconnects the brush from your tummy, all your senses are concentrating on Taehyung pushing your legs open just so he can hover his lips over your pussy.
"Mhhm there she is", he whispers, eyes glued to your wet cunt, "pretty as always."
“Tae”, you whisper, looking down at him with a racing heart. He is so close. It’s killing you slowly. You need him to move.
He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply with his lips parted in bliss.
“Mhhm”, he purrs, “you smell mellifluous”, he rasps, letting the words swirl over your pussy.
You want him to move closer. Please. He is teasing you so much.
“So perfect”, he whispers, breaking away from you to stand back up.
You whine, chasing him with grabby hands. It feels like he just edged you without actually touching you.
“What’s the matter, darling?” he asks you, studying you from head to toe.
“You’re teasing”, you whine, touching his hips, "why are you doing this?"
“Maybe you are just way too desperate”, he teases, eyes widening in surprise when you slip your hands into his briefs to grab his ass. You push him into you that way, forcing the paints on your stomach to smudge.
“No, you’re a teasing flirt”, you answer him, tugging his briefs over his butt before moving your hands to his front to expose his cock as well.
Taehyung smirks, watching in delight as you drop to your knees to tug off his briefs. He steps out of them, sighing softly when you run your hands up the inside of his legs.
"That feels amazing, sweetest. It truly does."
You grab his cock at its base, making his breath hitch in excitement. You stick your tongue out and connect it with his underside, dragging it up his thick vein until you reach his tip. He is still in his human size – which was still very impressive – so wrapping your lips around his cockhead is an easy task to do.
“Darling”, Taehyung moans, furrowing his brows at the feeling. He expected you to tease, but not for you to actually take him. Oh you are so warm inside. And so wet, “that feels so good, my darling”, he sighs, tangling his fingers in your hair to tug softly.
He doesn’t do so to guide you, but to simply hold a piece of you as you move your head on his cock.
Your left hand is on his butt, squeezing the plump flesh. Your right hand is cupping his heavy balls, massaging them slowly. You use your tongue to explore him, moaning sweetly because he tastes so good.
"Don't stop, please", he moans, gazing down at you droopily.
You and Taehyung were out on a date today. You went to the museum together and looked at many different art pieces whilst Taehyung told you stories about his times with the artists. Apparently he was friends with most artists back in the day and he spent nights drinking and chatting with them. You think he is so cool for that.
You cooked dinner together after coming home. And while Taehyung pretended to sword fight you with a cucumber, you laughed and giggled about how silly he was being. You really loved that he was. He is so very precious when he is truly himself.
The dinner has long been finished and your dessert as well. And while you first planned on spending the evening painting together, you are happy that it turned into something different.
Taehyung moans softly, knees buckling as you sink down on him until his cock hits the back of your throat.
"Deep", he gasps, "darling you- ah."
You moan around him, massaging his buttock to soothe him. He is throbbing inside you, filling you out so well. You know that he is growing. Not much and very slowly, but he is still growing. It excites you so much to know that you have such power over him. That something as simple as your mouth can get him to lose control.
“You’re driving me insane, you are incredible”, Taehyung gets out and moans, tilting his head back in a sinful movement. His painted chest heaves up and down quickly, his left hand is dancing up to his neck to hold it softly. You can see his golden rings sparkle on his fingers in that position. Oh how good they look now that he is choking himself.
You slip off of him solely to swirl your tongue over his tip with your eyes closed and your body floating on happiness.
You started the evening with tea, cookies and painting. It was truly supposed to be innocent at first. Ever since you came home from your hard journey of finding Namjoon, life has been good. And because life has been so incredibly good, all you really do these days is spend time with each other or learn new things. You asked Taehyung to teach you how to paint and ever since then, you have at least one evening in the week where he teaches you a new technique of painting. Tonight’s topic would have been “clouds on a blue sky” and he was supposed to show you different brush techniques to get the fluffiness of them just right. You didn’t even get as far as covering your canvas in blue paint and you already found yourselves in a needy make out session.
His shirt left first, then your jumper followed. Your bra he ripped off, which earned him a soft slap to his arm because he once again ruined one of your bras. Taehyung very guiltily promised to buy you a new one and then kissed your neck until it was sensitive.
“You taste so fucking good”, you moan, taking his cock back into your mouth to suck on it. You concentrate on his tip, pressing his frenulum against your tongue while you suck harshly.
“Ah d-darling”, Taehyung stutters, knees buckling again, “sensitive, I’m sensitive”, he confesses and gasps, fingers tightening around his throat to make himself even dizzier. Oh he can barely stand. You have gotten him so weak.
You moan, ignoring his pleas to instead sink down on him again. He’s so delicious. And big. Pleasure is making him so big. You can’t get enough of it.
It was Taehyung who suggested to paint on each other's bodies.
“Let’s not waste this precious paint and use it for something fun” he suggested in a whisper against your neck.
“What are you thinking?” you asked him.
“I was thinking that we could use this paint to show each other where we like to kiss the other.”
You felt your stomach tingle in arousal, “this sounds like fun”, you agreed instantly and just seconds later, you both had your pants off and faced each other while you both ached for another kiss.
Taehyung’s fingers tighten around your hair, his breath trembles as it leaves him in a moan. He tastes sweeter than before, coating your tongue with it and making you growl hungrily. He reacts in a shudder, voice pitching as he whimpers softly.
“You’re making me climax”, he confesses, “please give me a short break.”
You slip off of him, only to wrap your hand around his cock to massage it slowly.
“This is not fair”, he whines, trying to move his hips away only to fail as you give his balls a soft tug.
“Stay”, you tell him, “I’ll have to do it harder if you flee.”
“Who did that to you?” he asks in a panicked laugh, “oh god, who turned you into such a torturous woman?”
You chuckle, eyes focused on his cock. How pink and swollen it looks between your fingers. It is almost adorable. You squeeze his tip, watching in delight how he leaks three pretty droplets of precum. You pick them up to spread them, massaging his slit skillfully.
“Was it Yoongi? It was Yoongi, wasn’t it?” Taehyung is gasping as he talks, arching his back while his knees buckle continuously, “oh I knew not to trust him. He t-turned you mad.”
You giggle. He isn’t even wrong. Yoongi’s such a good teacher.
“No Tete, I’m not doing it because I was made to do so, I’m doing it because I can”, you rasp, taking his cock back inside to suck on it harshly.
“Please I can’t anymore”, Taehyung exclaims, knees truly giving up on him to the point where he falls back against the table. He falls down on it, preventing himself from truly collapsing. His hands slam down behind him, shaking arms barely keeping him upright.
Like this his thighs are squeezed together, balls getting crushed right between them.
You free them with a gentle hand, rubbing your palm up and down on them. The base of his cock is between your fingers. His cock is so hard, standing perfectly straight.
“Don’t give up now, handsome”, you rasp, looking up at him with sultry eyes.
Taehyung managed to spread paint all over his throat. It is sitting on his skin in the shape of his handprint. A deep blue reminder of what he did just seconds ago. His eyes are droopy, his cheeks are glowing the faintest of pinks. He whimpers loudly, giving you a pleading look.
“I want you to climax in my mouth", you say.
Taehyung keens, squeezing his eyes shut, “you will get it soon”, he croaks, arching his back.
“Good, that’s good. Cum for me”, you encourage him and then you take him back into your mouth, bopping your head up and down on him as fast as you can.
“Ah! Darling!” Taehyung exclaims after just five seconds, fingers gripping the edge of the table and body crumbling intensely.
You gurgle happily, eyes closed in bliss and fingers digging into his trembling hips. He tastes like heaven, seeping out of as he cums way too much for your mouth to handle. It drips down your chin, landing on your paint covered tits and riling you up in the process.
"This is- ah!" Taehyung moans, feeling robbed of air and sanity.
You slip off of him once he stopped squirting his sweetness, helping him calm down by kissing his tip and fondling with his balls. They feel a lot less heavy and big than they did before. No wonder. After such an orgasm.
"Wow", Taehyung gets out, shivering in the aftermath.
You kiss his tip one last time then stand up, seeking his closeness by pressing yourself into him. He rests his chin on your shoulder instantly, right arm closing around your waist.
“How was that?” you ask him, scratching his back slowly.
“Otherworldly”, he whispers, exhaling in a deep sigh, “my legs are weak.”
You giggle, hugging him lovingly.
“I’m glad. I love giving you head”, you say.
“I love it too”, he says, sighing contently, “you smell so wet.”
“I am wet.”
Taehyung chuckles, giving your butt a soft pat.
“Jump”, he says and you follow, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. He is carrying you with one arm, bouncing you on it every now and then to make your pussy grinds against his stomach. You feel yourself tremble each time he does, fingers twisting his soft locks desperately. Sucking his cock left you so needy for attention.
You hear the sound of liquid hit a canvas, making you lift your head from his neck to look over your shoulder.
Taehyung is tilting a jar of blue paint over the huge canvas on the floor, turning his head to look at you when he feels your eyes on him. He smirks, eyes glowing ruby in playfulness.
“What are you doing?” you ask him.
“Preparing my artwork”, he answers you, before squatting down to lie you right into the small puddles of paint.
“Ah cold”, you squeak, arching your back to flee the sensation.
Taehyung climbs on your lap, caging in your hips with his knees. He places his hand on your chest and pushes your back into the paint.
“Tae cold”, you whine, writhing under his strong hold.
“Yes, that’s it. Writhe for me. Oh, this is going to look wonderful”, Taehyung rasps.
“Oh my god”, you finally realise what he was doing, “are you actually going to paint me getting my pussy ate?”
He chuckles, “no, I’m merely going to eat you out, the painting will create itself”, he says, leaning down until your lips were almost touching, “so don’t forget to squirm for me. We want the result to be pretty, don’t we?”
“You sexy bastard”, you whisper, dropping your head weakly, “oh god, I’m so fucking wet.”
“Good, I can’t wait to taste it”, Taehyung says, pecking your lips just once before climbing off your lap.
He places himself on his knees between your legs, touching your inner thighs with loving hands. It smears blue paint everywhere, making the touch feel smooth and almost as if he was using oil to massage you.
You spread your legs the second he touches you, presenting your soaked pussy to his greedy eyes.
“You look stunning”, he rasps, eyes becoming the darkest of reds, “oh darling, I can’t believe you are real.”
He lowers himself to your pussy, placing a soft kiss on your clit. The touch makes you gasp, muscles tensing in preparation.
“So pretty”, Taehyung whispers and then he finally connects his lips with your warmth, tongue lapping at your entrance and fingers massaging your thighs.
“So good”, you sigh, melting into a puddle of pleasure, “don’t stop, please.”
Taehyung isn’t planning on stopping. You have gotten him so obsessed.
“Don’t stop please”, you sigh above him, forcing him to press himself closer just to let you know that he won’t.
Taehyung has wanted to have you ever since you began your painting lesson. You looked so beautiful in the light of the fireplace and with your warmest clothes on. You wore something different for the museum date, Taehyung did too, but changed out of it once home for the sake of comfort. A fluffy jumper and comfortable cotton pants with socks he knitted for you as a little present. Taehyung thought that you never looked more beautiful and that your scent was especially sweet tonight. A good, happy date always gets you smelling sweet and mellifluous and Taehyung regularly finds himself being hazy in your presence because of it. Tonight he couldn’t resist, claiming your pretty lips in a deep kiss before you could even truly start the lesson.
“You are so sweet”, Taehyung moans, sucking on your clit with a deep hum vibrating in his chest. He releases her gently, “so sweet”, he adds, connecting his tongue with your clit to trace her slowly.
His touch feels so good. You writhe, arch your back, writhe again. You can feel how the paint spreads on the canvas beneath you. Wet and sticky. It isn’t cold anymore, your burning up body has heated it up by now. You wonder how the painting comes out now that you are fucking like that. How should you ever be able to look at it without feeling close to fainting? All you will think about is how his hands were gripping your thighs and his tongue was devouring your wet cunt. You shiver at the mere thought.
“Tae, oh Tae”, you moan, reaching down to grab a bundle of his hair. You twist it carefully, giving it just enough of a tug to make him moan.
“That feels so good, darling”, he tells you, taking your clit between his lips afterwards to suck on her desperately. He brushes his tongue over her every now and then, giving you the neediest moans. He knows that you can feel his voice that way.
That deep, raspy voice right against your pussy. It’s making you shake. The paint spreads under your lower back, right where your buttocks start. You can feel it, hear it too. It sounds wet and sticky, mixing with the lewd sounds of Taehyung sucking your clit.
“S-slow”, you beg.
Taehyung releases your clit to look up at you. Your chest is heaving up and down quickly, the sweat on your skin is melting the paint. Your face is glowing in total bliss, your eyes peel open now that he stopped.
“It’s not nice is it? To be so sensitive”, he teases.
You mewl, closing your eyes again to cover them with your hand. He is so embarrassing sometimes.
Taehyung chuckles, lowering himself back to your pussy to lap at her quickly.
“O-oh”, your desperate moan slips out of you loudly, your hips chase him in an involuntary thrust. He is so fast in his movements, using his supernatural existence to his advantage. You love and hate it when they do that. You can barely even handle normal oral, let alone when they use their speeds against you in the most pleasurable of ways. Yoongi does that too sometimes when he isn’t busy tongue fucking you. Taehyung does it way too often. And Jungkook. Well, Jungkook is Jungkook. He’ll get there one day. You think of the others for just a quick second. What might they be up to right now?
Taehyung moans, sending even more vibrations through your pussy and therefore dragging you back to your sweet reality.
“Tae you fucking- you’re making me cum”, you press out, almost closing your legs on him if he didn’t hold them open so strongly.
Taehyung growls. You can hear the smirk in it. This stupid, sexy smirk he does whenever he is being (rightfully) cocky.
His tongue speeds up more, forcing your legs to tremble even before your high hits you.
“Tae, please, Tae, okay, okay, Tae. Tae it’s. Tae”, you stutter, growing more and more restless.
Taehyung doesn’t mind, he merely uses the smallest amount of his strength to keep you pinned down, torturing your clit with a guttural growl.
“Tae”, you gasp and then your orgasm hits you. It was too much. All of it. His fast tongue, his strong grip, his deep moans. Nothing could have prevented it from happening and now it is consuming you whole.
Taehyung helps you ride it out with smooth licks with the flat of his tongue, moaning right with you because he loves nothing more than to make you cum. He is so proud of himself. Not only because he is making you climax, but also because he can hear what certain other people are up to and he managed to make you cum in sync with dear Jungkook finding his sweet heaven. Taehyung swears he didn’t mean to listen in. It was an accident.
He smirks, pulling your weak hips on his tongue to grind your throbbing pussy on his tongue. It was all an accident.
You come down after what feels like hours, letting him know that it is getting too much by pulling at his hair. Taehyung lifts his head, his ears drown out the rest of the castle, focusing solely on you again.
You look ruined, panting heavily while your face is completely slack in weakness, lips parted and eyes closed. There is currently not a muscle working in it. You look so beyond relaxed, but Taehyung can hear that your heart is far from it, pounding in your chest quickly.
He picks you up from the canvas and sets you down on his lap, hugging you with all the love he has for you.
“That was amazing”, he whispers, placing soothing kisses on your neck.
“Yeah”, you sigh, shivering as you recover.
“Are you cold, my sweetest?” he asks you, rubbing your paint covered back.
You shake your head, “just shaken up. I came really hard.”
“I know, I could taste it. You did such a good job.”
“God Tae”, you drop your head on his shoulder, “you ruined me.”
He chuckles, pecking your shoulder lovingly.
“I couldn’t help it, I’m so obsessed with you.”
“Me too, Tae. You’re so amazing.”
Taehyung stands up then with you still in his arms. You hug him tighter instantly, legs around his waist and eyes closed in exhaustion.
“What are you doing?” you ask him.
“What do you say to a quick shower to get the paint off and then a long bubble bath?” he suggests.
“That sounds like heaven. What about the painting?”
“Let’s look at it tomorrow once it dried.”
“Okay”, you say and giggle quietly, “I can’t believe you made me do that.”
“Heh”, he lets out, grinning proudly, “you must admit that it was incredibly fun.”
“Yeah, it was”, you agree, cuddling into him as he carries you to the bathroom safely.
You will look at the painting tomorrow and you will fluster vividly while Taehyung will call it a masterpiece. He will also show it to the others after asking you for your consent and while Hoseok and Jungkook reacted by cracking up, Seokjin told you that it was “way too much tmi and that he did not ask for that information”. Yoongi will merely study the shapes of it, smirk softly and whisper a little “so that’s how you look when you squirm”.
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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮
An Everyone Thinks It Oneshot
Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader
Summary: Chris takes you on a special date to give you a “just because” gift. Inspired by a PRECIOUS TikTok an anon shared with me yesterday.
Warnings: Stomach ache-inducing fluff.
Word count: ~800
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“Seriously, did I forget an anniversary or something?”
All evening you've been racking your brain as to why Chris would have planned such a nice date night. Your dates are always nice, but not always dress up and make reservations at a fancy restaurant kind of nice.
“It hasn't been a year yet, I know that. So…”
“No,” he laughs, reaching his arm across the table to take your hand in his. As much as he's getting a kick out of your slight panic, he doesn't want you actually worried. “I can't just take you out?”
You pretend to consider it, but look back at him with a straight face. “No.”
Rolling his eyes, he takes his hand away from you, just so he can grab something he's been hiding under his jacket sitting on the seat next to him.
“Okay, okay,” he gives in. “I got something for you.”
“Chris,” you groan. It’s not uncommon for you to have to remind him you don't need anything. Especially when there's no occasion.
“And,” he speaks up to quiet your protests. “I really did just want to take you on a nice date. I feel like life’s been a little crazy the past couple weeks.”
He's right. But it's nothing you'd complain about. It's just the norm for you guys. You no matter and moved in with him, had a few good weeks, and then had to spend the last couple getting used to his place without him there while he was away for work. But you're well aware that's how it is sometimes.
Surrendering, you take the gift bag from him so you can open it. The bright blue box tells you it's jewelry – Tiffany, some of your favorite.
Untying the neat bow and slipping the top off the box, you're met with a delicate silver necklace with a pearl pendant strung on it.
“Wow.” You marvel at the way it shines under the light as you run your thumb along the chain. “This is really beautiful. But you don't have to make any sort of gesture to make up for working or being a little busy…”
“Just–” He laughs a little, holding his hand up to stop you. “There might be something else in there.”
You're confused. “What are you talking about?”
“In the box. Under the…”
His voice trails off as you lift some tissue paper and find another necklace underneath. Holding it up, you recognize the design of the pendant immediately.
“Chris.” His name comes out as a whisper as you pout, looking closer at it – a design you had doodled when you were younger now come to life.
It’s the outline of a heart, lined with diamonds. Inside the heart is a smaller one, the color of your son’s birthstone, with room for other stones to be added if you have more kids one day – a touch you had added to your idea as a hopeless romantic teenager.
“Do you like it?”
You can't help but let out a laugh. But looking across the table at him, it's a genuine question.
“I can't believe you remembered this.”
“How could I not? I remember you drawing it all the time when we were kids.”
Looking around, you sniffle and wipe away a few tears, letting out a deep breath to compose yourself. “This is so embarrassing.”
“No it's not,” he chuckles, getting out of his seat and moving to your side of the table to sit in your booth with you so he can help you put it on right away. “When you were moving in, I found some notebooks of yours and knew I had to get this made for you when I saw those drawings again.”
“I really like it.”
“Good,” he smiles, wiping away a stray tear for you. “I didn't want to wait to give it to you, so that's the occasion, okay? Happy now?”
He nudges your shoulder with his own to get you to laugh with him.
“Of course,” you nod, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you. I don't deserve you.”
“Hey, none of that.” He knows it's just a habit for you to say those things, but he reminds you every chance he gets that it's not true. “I feel guilty about not being around all the time, you know. I kind of leave you here alone with everything.”
All while he’s saying it, you're waiting to interrupt him and tell him you don't see it that way. But he doesn't let you.
“But you're the best mom. The best girlfriend. Still my best friend for some reason,” he jokes. “You deserve everything.”
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nessian as parents
Author's Note: I decided to do a prompt where Nessian's daughter is going on her first date. I hope everyone enjoys it!
"You'll run a hole in the floor if you don't stop pacing." Nesta told him, placing the pearl earrings in her ears, tracing the delicate arches of her ears as she examined them in the mirror, trying to concentrate on anything else except her own nerves.
Today was the day that their daughter, their precious baby girl, who seemed like she was just a baby a while ago, was now going on her first date, and Nesta couldn't be anymore nervous for her. Especially when it came to Cassian.
"Daddy!" Their youngest daughter, Maia, called coming into their room as Cassina scooped her up in his arms.
"What's wrong, baby girl?" Cassian asked as Maia's shoulders slumped slightly.
"Audra kicked me out of her room so she could get ready for her date.” Maia explained, looking disappointed that she didn’t get to watch her sister get ready.
“She’s just nervous, Maia.” Nesta assured her as Maia’a hazel brown eyes met hers.
“She didn’t have to be so mean about it.” Maia pouted as Cassian ran a hand over her hair,
“Sometimes people say or do things they want to be left alone, Maia. It doesn’t mean your sister doesn’t love you or want to share in these moments with you. Maybe next time she’ll let you watch, maybe she’ll even let you help, like how mommy lets you help her with her hair sometimes.”
“But Audra is very picky about her hair, daddy” Maia reminded him, making him chuckle softly.
“That she is.”
Nesta glanced at the scene, smiling slightly at the family that they had created together, putting the last of the clips in her hair, before she turned to Maia.
“Did you want mommy to do your hair?” She asked as Maia’s eyes widened in excitement at the thought.
She raced to Nesta as soon as Cassian set her down, Nesta scooping her youngest into her arms as she sat her on her lap, gathering up her golden brown hair as she did her daughter’s hair in the dutch braids she adored so much, talking excitedly about the day she had in school, before Nesta heard the door to her and Cassian’s bedroom open, their eldest daughter emerging nearly making Nesta shed tears at the sight of her baby girl partaking in this milestone in her life.
Audra’s blue-grey eyes flickered to Maia on Nesta’s lap as she went to her younger sister, kneeling down in front of her, touching her braids.
“Nice braids. They suite you.” Audra smiled, sympathy in her gaze.
“Mommy did them.” Maia told her, glancing down at her hands to avoid eye contact.
“Well, they look beautiful.” Audra assured her with a smile as Audra’s eyes flickered to her,
“Thanks. You look beautiful too.” Maia told her, a small smile on her face.
Nesta sent a glance up to Cassian, her heart feeling so full as Cassian looked at his girls feeling like this was the life he was meant to have, the one he had been craving all his life.
A knock sounded on the front door as Audra turned towards it, sitting up as she fixed the wrinkles on her dress.
Cassian went over to her, his tone serious,
“Remember to always be aware of your surroundings and if you feel uncomfortable or if this girl does anything you don’t want to-”
“That I can always say no.” Audra repeated to him, memorizing his words from their previous conversations.
“And -”
“And that you and mom are only a call away if I need something.”
Cassian smiled, “That’s my girl.”
“I should really get going, I wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.” Audra smiled, going over to her mother and Maia and giving them a hug and telling them that she loved them before giving Cassian a quick hug,
“Love you, dad.”
“I love you too. Have fun on your date.”
Audra smiled at that going to the door to go meet with her date as Nesta carried Maia up to him, Maia clinging to her neck.
“It seems like they’re growing up so fast.” Nesta mused as Cassian turned, tucking both Nesta and Maia into the embrace of him and his wings.
“They are, but we’re still going to marvel at every moment we have with them. Even if it does make us tear up a little.”
He pressed a kiss to Nesta’s temple, running a hand over Maia’s hair as he smiled at them.
“How about we all build a blanket fort in the sitting room and tell tell some stories?” He suggested to them as Maia smiled excitedly at that idea, Nesta glancing up at him with a grin as they made their way to the sitting room to make some more memories.
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Muse Accessories :
Bookbag/Purse:
Hibiko actually doesn't have very expensive taste for purses, because they weren't something she needed really until exploring the city. If she had one before then, it was a prop. So in the city, just wants something cute and not made with plastic fabric. Very attracted to Kate Spade (absolutely is that bitch in the Different Uniform verse to use one of her backpacks for school). Nothing big and bulky, she doesn't have much to carry around anyways.
The type of girl to always have some makeup to touch up with (despite rarely using it) and extra pads and tampons just in case she's ever asked. If she knows she's going to be walking around a lot, she'll go for a mini backpack sometimes, or a tiny crossbody that's only big enough for her phone and a couple credits cards so her hands are free.
Cellphone:
Phone cases are accessories that can be changed with every outfit. Some are clean, elegant, transparent with some floral or traditional designs. Those are more for public events. Others she has are more flashy with cake-like decorations, or with a built in phone grip and charms hanging off, even a couple that are made to be used to a matching watch band or wallet. However, unless one matches especially well, she changes it up maybe once a week.
Doesn't care enough to update her phone with every model, but every other model. Goes for the smaller options usually for size, otherwise doesn't actually care these days, they're all too similar.
Chapstick/Lip Balm:
There's always something on her lips. Lipstick or a lip stain usually, even if it's a nude, slightly pinky color. Otherwise, a lipgloss. Keeps two or three in her purse.
Wallet:
One of the few items she'll go for a well-known brand rather than something more quiet and unique. Likes a lot of the stuff YSL does. One that snaps closed, isn't bulky. Either long and skinny or a trifold.
Umbrella:
Hibiko has one umbrella to use in the city. Think English, Fox Umbrellas. Handmade, all wood and metal, no plastic.
At home it's more traditional, plenty of sun and rain umbrellas to choose from with ornate handles and their family crest on it, sometimes made to work within the design, depending on the occasion.
Jewelry:
As a whole, Jewelry to Hibiko is something that's louder, when smaller. The perfect accessory to bring a whole look together is usually something small and delicate. Given, in the city it's much smaller than wearing a gown, but you have to think about the proportions. At those times, she wears things that can be heavier because of the stones, everything matches more, and there's more purpose than filling the space, but to instead catch the eye.
Day-to-day, always wearing earrings, loves pearls or small hoops, but has such a big collection of earrings that it'd be hard to spot her wearing the same twice. Sucker for flowers and leaves, tiny dangly things. Necklaces are kept very thin and very breakable, maybe a small precious stone hanging off.
Doesn't usually wear bracelets because she has to wear a smartwatch for extra protection in terms of someone always knowing where she is. Because of that, she'll wear a ring of her offhand to balance it out.
Water bottle:
A glass bottle with a metal bottom, subtle curves and designs on the outside for extra grip. Gets replaced fairly quickly when she finds a scratch that's too obvious.
Other Items:
Her nails are always done, rarely ever are they just a solid color with a nice topper. If they are, it's because she is going to wear/wore a dramatic dress. Otherwise, there's a design. If it's a busy time, it'll be more neutral so she isn't worried about changing it to work with an outfit.
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Genuinely losing my mind at the prospect of Diego mirroring Iris mirroring Dahlia, but hear me out: Post AA3 Maya mirroring Diego mirroring Iris mirroring Dahlia mirroring Morgan mirroring Misty. Idk I think a really convoluted chain of people leading to Maya mirroring her mom would've been cool, idk. (Says a person still torn up about the fact that we barely got any background on Morgan and Misty's childhoods or personalities pre DL6.)
It took me a second to realise what this was in reference to HAHAHA
Maya mirroring her mother, regardless of if she knows it or not, is very interesting! I think there are shorter lines you could draw to that too, like (where -> = mirroring):
Maya -> Iris -> Morgan -> Misty
or
Maya -> Pearl -> Iris -> Morgan -> Misty
or even just
Maya -> Mia -> Morgan -> Misty
(Mia is optional, since Maya could just mirror Morgan directly because she lived with her longer, but the idea that both Misty's daughters mirrored her in some way is nice to me)
I feel like a lot of Dahlia and Iris's shared sprites were actually Dahlia copying Iris (because she wanted that "soft and delicate" persona that Iris has naturally), including the tearful one I referenced in that post, so I see that as Diego -> Dahlia directly (with maybe some touching up from Iris just because, well, if he was going to mock her sister, he might as well do it correctly), but it's kind of sweet to think he somehow picked it up naturally from Iris and then just went, "... Wait a minute." Hskshdis
ALSO YEAH. Like I've said, I will always be of the opinion that the siblings loved each other, and that does extend to Morgan and Misty in a way. Like, maybe it was horribly one-sided, but Misty did trust Morgan enough to leave her children with her, so I don't think it's a stretch to believe that Misty, at least, held some affection for her and they did spend enough time together for their habits to rub off a little on one another. I think the whole Kurain aspect could have been built up a bit more personally, beyond just the family politics, but it's not really the focus of the games and the magic of AA is left pretty intentionally vague (see Apollo and his bracelet and Nahyuta and his Wukong beads)
#im glad you enjoyed my funney post 💕♥️💖 thank you so much for giving me your thoughts. i appreciate it.#everyone who sees this please give me your thoughts 👐 i am always ready to talk#thank you for the ask anon 💖♥️💖♥️♥️❤️❤️💓💝💘💓💞💕 sorry for responding so late im in a weird time zone compared to most people here#so i was... asleep JDJHJDJ#asks
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What if- Writing exercises EP. 1. Beginnings
So, I want so bad to start writing in English. But before I can jump in a project, especially a long-term one (which is my main goal here) I prefer to do some excercise. So I picked up one of my lockdown favourites, "What If- Writing exercises" by Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter. This is also because I've been on a hiatus for a while from writing and doing these things significantly lower the stakes for me.
Please not that I'm being assisted by Grammarly(free) for basic stuff that I might miss.
Of course there is not TW or anything
That being said:
First sentences: Beginning in the middle
Write 5 opening lines for 5 different stories.
He looked at the world behind a veil. It used to mean great things, once, before everything went down the toilet. Every day a different pattern, today it was a flowery, black, delicate one, with pearls sewn on the exterior of it. It was like living below a curtain - an heavy and velvety, soft at touch one. Beautiful, yes, but it still forced him to bow his head.
2. "You sure about that?"
"Yes,"
"You really sure? Like, packing-your-bag-now sure?"
"Yeah. That's... what i'm doing."
3. Why. That was the real question she couldn't, or didn't want to, answer. Why. The who, the how and even the what that came out of her while witnessing the whole ordeal was already settled. But why would anyone bother.
4. "That's really... Bad."
"Right?! How do we fix it?"
"Fixing it? What the hell. There is no fix to this."
"We should try I think."
"No, you have already thought too much. This time... We're going for the nuclear option".
"You mean..."
"Literally."
5. I used to like this place. It doesn't make any sense, does it? How can you love something, someone that hates you?
I walk over crumbled pieces of brics and plaster and colour and... I don't even want to think about it.
There was still something, someone down there, was it? I was sure. I could burn this whole thing to the ground and it would still be there.
None of these are reral "lines", but i felt like writing at least a paragraph because otherwise the secondaryr objective to this excercise wouldn't be met.
I'm quite satisfied by them, and the nice things about those exercises is that I don't have to pick them up again to make them perfect and I don't have to write a 1000 novel on them. Just existing like they are is fine.
#what if writing exercises#writblr community#creative writing#writers of tumblr#writing community#writblr
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Bridal Party Jewellery
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