#atychip

[hisflaws-a2]

@atychip​​​​   :   ❝  –i can explain.  ❞

“  can  you  though?  ”   he’s  reluctant  to  flip  on  the  light  switch.   the  smoke  he  witnesses  bellowing  from  beneath  his  door  as  he  walks  through  the  hallway,  along  with  the  strong  smokey  odor  in  the  air,  is  very  telling.   max  doesn’t  need  to  see  it  for  himself,  but  knows  that  it’s  unavoidable.   he  all  but  screams  when  lights  of  the  main  room  in  his  apartment  illuminate  the  scene  at  hand.   “  clem,  what  the  fu---  ”   riddled  speechless,  max  strives  to  take  it  all  in.   “  i  ---  the  kitchen  is  a  mess.  ”   a  mess  ;  quite  the  understatement.   “  were  you  trying  to  cook  again?  ”   steps  move  him  deeper  into  the  space  and  immediately  he  spots  the  mess  of  empty  beer  cans  in  the  trash  bin.   “  drunk  cooking?   dude,  come  on  ----  you  gotta  stop  doing  this.   remember  what  happened  last  time?  ”

[klarsynt-arc]

@atychip said: 25. for one muse to dress up for the other

           he wasn’t sure if she’d like it. but beneath her gaze now it would seem he’d taken the right risk. her eyes rake over his form, taking in the sight of the harness around his chest and the skirt flowing about his thighs. when she steps closer and hooks a finger into the one of the leather straps, it’s solidified he’d made the right choice. emil lets her tug him down closer, all too hungry to taste her lips.  “  just for you,  ”  he murmurs before his mouth meets clem’s. nothing pleases him more than pleasing her. it’s satisfying to feel the way she wants him so instantly. he likes seeing just what will illicit enthusiastic responses from her. with her hand pushing up under his skirt to palm at his cock, it’s rather clear this is a good one to remember. 

[seekme-a]

&.    @atychip​    liked    for   a    starter    !

❝      you    go    buy   me    ten    minutes    because    i’ve    gotta    put    on    --    my    game    face.      ❞

[bitmiscuous]

“i’m not drunk.”   —      @atychip​ prompt.

✝     ———-    ❛     you’re a very    inconvenient     human  ,    did you know ?    ❜      irritation   sprouts    from good deeds like weeds through cracked cement  ;     mild ,    lacking the fervor of sincerity .      he’s bewildered  ,       before anything  ,      that role is would be thrusted upon such a   foul creature  ,     when humans were praises among their kin  (   or belittled )   for their empathetic nature  .     and yet  ,     with no voluntaries ...      an arm slithers about the sunken crevice of her waist ,   quick ,    viper - grip refraining the girl from staggering to the ground in drunken haste .  

❛      hey !   hey !    up here ,      tiny human  .    ❜      gloved fingers  snap  ,    an abrupt call back to reality   .    dreary eyes   assert  ,   with an ounce of suspicion ,    the severity of her current state  .    ❛       don’t go falling asleep   on me ,  now    ------  you’re ruining dinner .      ❜

[fatentwinedarch]

bottles        littering        marbled        counters        ,        glass        collating        ‘pon        wooden        floors        .        𝚈𝙾𝚄        𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴        𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽        𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁        𝚈𝙾𝚄        𝙶𝙾        ,        𝙱𝙾𝚈         .        hair        in        a        nest        atop        head        ,        eyes        barely        keeping        open        .        brows        tethered        together        ,        𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚        𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙙        𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮        .

knocking        appears        as        if        it’s        in        his        own        head        ━        BANG        ,        BANG        ,        BANG        !        ⁽        ʷᵃᵏᵉ        ᵘᵖ        ˒        ʰᵃʳʳʸ        ˑ        ⁾         shaking        hand        clutches        at        handle        ,        door        flung        open        with        reckless        abandon        .        ❝          sorry        ,        caught        me        at        the        wrong        time        .          ❞

@atychip​​        ♡’d        !

[pahriahsxxxxx]

𝙀𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙏     𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙆𝙎    𝙄𝙉     𝙑𝘼𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙏     𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙎      ,     especially     one     as    vacant      as      this      .       forget     fangs     a     moment       ,         emmett     still     managed     to     stand        exactly     one     foot         higher     than     the     very     tip      of     her     skull     .      and     for    width     ,      well       ——        emmett     is      sure       that     he     practically     doubled      her     svelte      diameter     .      emmett     suddenly    imagines     her     trying     on     a     shirt     of     his     ,     the    way    it    would    tent     her    slight      frame    all     the     way     to     her    kneecaps     .     𝙚𝙪𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖     𝙞𝙨     𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙚     ,      roams     freely     over     juvenile     features       &      chips     a     dent      upon      each     lily     cheek     .      there’s     not     even     a     hint     of     age     beyond     youth’s    complexion      ,      as      sprightly      as       the     day     he     died     .      grandiose     palm     covers      his     mouth      to     laugh     aloud     ,      shielding     molars     as     unblemished      as     his     skin     .

            ❝      i’m    sorry       ——       𝙗𝙪𝙩    𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚    𝙨𝙤    𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮    !   ❞      bemusement     hitches    in    his    throat      ,     struggling     words     left      his     mouth     an       octave    or    two       higher    than    what     he     was    eternally     familiar    with    .       ❝     what     are    you    gonna    do    ?     stamp    on    my    foot    ?    ❞

✉️     :      𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴   𝙾𝙽    𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽    𝙸𝙲𝙴    ,    𝚈𝙾𝚄    𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴    𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳    . @atychip​.

[primul]

@atychip  ||  starter call

            fingers are light and gentle as they brush along her lover’s features. she pushes a few golden locks away from her eyes, a smile alighting to her lips. her plight can often be a lonely one. but it is always made worth it each time she is fortunate enough to find clementine. all the sorrow in the world is made worthwhile when faced with the warmth this woman possesses.  “  my darling, you get more beautiful by the day.  ”  she is tempted to say century, but perhaps she should not say such things yet. leaning over, daevy presses a kiss to the corner of her companion’s mouth, then slowly brushes her lips more fully over clem’s.  “  perhaps with each second your splendor grows.  ”  

[klarsynt-arc]

@atychip said: throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

          he freezes on instinct when she practically throws herself into his arms. her arms wind around his neck and her smaller form presses against him and it takes him a moment to remember he’s supposed to hug her back. the embrace is returned once his initial surprise subsides. and along with it, he realizes how good it feels to hold her. it’s comforting. the sweet scent of her wafts around him in a welcoming way. he isn’t sure if it’s perfume or just her shampoo, but it makes him smile a little. he likes how familiar she feels. he hadn’t thought he would miss her this much  (  other obligations tore him away from her for a day or so  )  and he certainly didn’t expect her to have missed him like this either. but it’s a welcomed surprise. as is the rather hearty kiss she presses to his lips. emil leans into it as he holds her close against him still. she tastes even sweeter than he remembered. perhaps, it’s nice to be missed.