#cheri writes

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billy modelling the newest jewelry steve bought him in their bedroom. wearing nothing but that ‘return to to tiffany’ set of necklace, bracelet and this long pearl body chain that adorns his chest. maybe with some matching crotchless lingerie; cutely walking towards him that is sitting on the bed. 

him going piece by piece on asking steve how it all looks on him. starting with the bracelet, in which steve would take his wrist gently and whisper "pretty." between soft quick kisses "very very pretty" which has billy sighing audibly. then he goes up, with billy mewling "and this?" as steve is slowly kissing up the chain and his exposed skin "so sexy." humming as he stops on his tits to slowly worship them with his mouth and fingertips. gently kneading them kissing them suckling on each swollen nipple. making billy at this point a mess of silky short moans, his cock was twitching and pink from all that attention and worshipping. 

going crazy with the way steve’s hands were also caressing his ass cheeks. eventually stopping by his neck, his fingertip caressing the heart shaped pendant while he slowly kisses his neck and collarbone. asking steve "and how about this?" in which he takes his time to have a short whiff of billy’s scent of musk and honey. before he goes up his ear to kiss some more "beautiful. as always". 

after that, he sat billy on his lap straddling it. fucked him in a slow, steamy and deep way, only leaving him in the jewerly set, the pearls dripping down his tits and the lacey panties; as he called billy his angel, which he was.

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Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to ask. They teach you this in communication 101: do not expect other to do something without communicating with them about it. It’s not fair to them nor you, talk about your needs.

They tell you it isn’t fair. My child screams at me “it isn’t fair that I have to ask to be treated like a human being” I tell her “the bare minimum sure, but are you asking for more?” Everyday I’m being questioned about it. The bare minimum. The bare minimum?

Sometimes I wish people would tell me they love me. But that isn’t the bare minimum: you have to say it first, even when it’s hard, even alone.

Sometimes I wish people would decide for me. But that isn’t the bare minimum: you have to choose for yourself, even when in doubt, even in stress.

Sometimes I wish people would give me random presents, trinkets. But that isn’t the bare minimum: you have to make it yourself, even things you want, even things you need.

Sometimes I wish people would hug me, cuddle me. But that isn’t the bare minimum: you have to ask them for it, delete the yearning and hug yourself.

Sometimes I wish people would do things for me. But that isn’t the bare minimum: you take your bags, you clean your space, you help yourself out, even when you don’t know, even when you can’t.

Sometimes I blame myself. Scratch that. I blame myself. A push over? A people pleaser? A nobody? I tell me that I made it this way. You learn the lesson, and then you learn the solution. So you end up in a limbo of knowing just how hard it is, and knowing just how easy it could be. Even if it never is, not now.

Sometimes I want people to love the way I love. Scratch that. I selfishly want people to love me the way I want to be loved. And as hard as it is to admit, I deeply wish I wouldn’t have to ask for it. Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t have to ask for love. That someone would just get me so deeply they would just; know.

It truly goes against everything I’ve learned. As a child, for protection, you learn you can’t ask, that you are not worthy of it, that asking will take you no where. That maybe, just maybe, you’re unlovable, forever. When healing, you learn you gotta ask, voice your needs, and speak it out loud. You also learn to validate that craving, as guilty as it feels. That, maybe and just maybe, I still haven’t learned about.

Sometimes I wish love didn’t take all of me to get. That I wouldn’t have to ask, to beg. That I wouldn’t have to recognize it within me. That I wouldn’t have to figure it out. That I wouldn’t have to love me before getting loved.

And on days like this, I just wish someone would come at my door and hug me. Take me to bed, give me a warm cup of tea, hold me, a movie and sweet nothings whispered in my ear. Just because they love me. Just because they want. Just because. But that isn’t the bare minimum. You pick yourself to bed, you make your cup of tea, you hold yourself, a movie and you whisper sweet nothings to your ear. The bare minimum starts with you when you can’t ask. But I don’t want it to start with me, not for this one, not always.

[atrianseries]

Atrian Character Information

Daji: Daji are cat like creatures. These predators live in packs, similar to the aterian wolf. The Daji are said to be hybrid between a Lynx and a Fox. The head is shaped, similar to that of a cat, with sharp eyesight and Kanines built to rip into flesh and bone. The feature that stands out of the Daji are two short, but sharp horns that protrude it’s skull. The horns stand right next to the ears. Daji’s hearing is extremely sharp. With this hearing they can detect prey from miles away. The Narrow Golden colored eyes act like night vision goggles and illuminate the Daji’s sight during the night. This creature is not Nocturnal, it will hunt in during Dawn until Twilight. These predators are extremely territorial and will lash out. The big paws their body has allows for a bigger area it can swipe. Their paws include retractable claws. The Daji, range from colors of spotted to pure white. Depending on their habitats the Daji learns how to adapt toward the surroundings. Their Bushy tail allows them to keep a greater balance when stalking and climbing the Selerian Trees. The Daji are considered Omnivores. The diet they eat range from the Yellerium Fruit the Selerian Trees produce to Hunting down larger predators like the Aterian Wolf. These Creatures though extremely hostile, act more like house cats to those who succeed in raising them. The Daji is a extremely rare species, many hunted down for their Fluffy Tufts of fur around their neck. Hunters sell the Daji Kits in the black market towards restaurants who sell their meat as a delicacy. These creatures mate for eternity. Once they choose one another, the daji and their mate leave the pack to form a new one and raise their kits. The females are relatively smaller than the males, and usually have shorter horns along with softer fur. Most females consist of a pattern of a snow leopard. Meanwhile the Males are the triple of size of the females, their horns are extremely sharp, which helps in defending their mates and territories. Along with a more sandy colored pelt which is rough. The Kits of the DeJi, range from 3 to 7 in each litter. At first glance one would mistake them with fox kits. These kits imprint on the first thing they see once opening their eyes. The imprinting serves to show who the kits believe are their mother. Most Cherubim locate kits who haven’t opened their eyes to keep. DeJi will never attach a Cherubim, due to the Cherubim being known as the very being of chaos. Deji can live up to 100 Years

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everyday

me: *minding my own business, staying in my lane* my brain: Sherlock was high during John's wedding me: :) death :)

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Basically

John: This is STUPID. Mary and I are leaving. We don't have time for this digging up skeleton nonsense. Sherlock: But this is...it's important to me! John: It's stupid! Bye!! Me: lmao this is fake as fuck and would literally never actually happen The Special: lmao yeah def fake as fuck *shows actual John being soft and sweet*