#chvmpisms

[dblchmparchived]

IT'S ALMOST LAUGHABLE, the fact that @chvmpisms thinks she's got any control here. becca knox is far removed from the little girl who lived in the shadows of each member of the four horsewomen. since then, she'd done the impossible, broken glass ceiling after glass ceiling. she'd made history: become grandslam champion, two belt champion, the first to ever become an independent contractor signed to both companies. she wasn't one to scare easy, and as sure as anything, would never back down from a fight! how long had it been since they'd shared the ring, anyhow?

" you'd better shut your mouth just like i told you . "

" mmmmm, haha ... no. don't t' ink i will, " a scrunch of nose as mic remains at lips. fingertip taps chin in contemplation. " y'are going to 'ave t' make me. oh, wait! i forgot, i forgot! not everyone can be like me, the greatest to ever do it! " palm finds chest, all ego and self-righteousness. a shrug, brief-lived laughter follows suit. " i got better and better with time, but you - you ... " hand gestures towards mercedes. " not even y'er cousin could pay enough to make you the same caliber as me! "

[hitcritical]

@chvmpisms SEND  👀  FOR  A  DIRTY  THOUGHT  AND / OR  FANTASY  MY  MUSE  HAS  HAD  ABOUT  YOURS !

Forgotten  son  does  not  know  how  to  ask  for  the  things  he  wants.  Recalls  the  harsh  reality  of  being  told  no  too  many  times.  Doesn't  even  matter  how  often  she  coaxes  words  from  him  with  the  kindest  of  smiles        ⎯⎯        scars  from  where  he's  been  burned  before  remain.  Still  leans  his  head  on  her  shoulder  whenever  they're  alone,  and  he  does  not  have  to  keep  up  the  facade.  Does  not  ask  ❛  do  you  trust  me  the  way  I  trust  you  ?  ❜,  nor  does  he  move  her  hips  with  much  more  gentleness  than  he  has  ever  offered  anyone  in  his  life.  Keeps  want  like  a  burden  in  his  chest.  Wants  her  thighs  around  his  head,  wants  to  feel  the  tremble  through  her  body        ;       wants  to  feel  the  way  he  makes  her  feel.  It's  for  the  first  time  in  his  life  that  being  used  sounds  beautiful  to  him.  Wants  to  be  so  desperately  by  her  that  he  shakes  from  it.

[hitcritical]

@chvmpisms ❛ see? i knew there was a soft heart under all that grumbling! ❜

Over  the  course  of  the  last  weeks,  months,  he's  grown  tired.  Exhaustion  creeps  into  his  bones  until  he  finally  collapses  on  the  nearest  bench.  Sharp  press  of  unforgiving  metal  digs  into  ribs     ;     an  ache  only  soothed  by  the  nearly  gentle  touch  of  Maxxine's  fingernails  against  his  scalp.  Solo  wants  to  sleep,  he  muzzles  his  cheek  against  her  thigh  instead.  He  should  bite  back  at  the  remark  !  Should  tell  her  that  inside  his  ribs  there  is  no  soft  heart,  there  is  only  stone  and  an  eternal  fire  that  refuses  to  falter.  Anger  boils  within,  but  her  nails  scratch  his  scalp  and  all  fight  oozes  away  out  of  him.  Water  smoothing  rock  with  relentless  force  and  determination.

❝'st  be  glad  about  it.❞  It's  not  full  agreement,  but  it  does  nothing  to  reject  her  statement  either  with  sleep-deprived  slurred  words.  ❝You  wouldn't  have  liked  it  if  you'd  been  wrong.❞

[hitcritical]

@chvmpisms liv : kissing scars

It's   the   weed.   It's   so   the   weed   !   The   way   he   turns   to   liquid   underneath   her   touch       ⎯⎯       between   bedsheets   that   can   keep   a   secret   and   orange-coloured   stains   that   smell   strongly   of   the   cheapest   orange   chicken   he   could   get   his   hands   on   the   night   before   (   only   the   best   for   his   babydoll   !   )   It's   impossible   to   know   where   one   of   them   ends,   and   the   other   begins,   with   the   way   they   are   wrapped   up   together.   His   mouth   against   the   cut   at   the   corner   of   her   eye,   and   the   unsettling   rage   he   feels   because   of   it   in   his   heart.   Her   lips   against   the   sliver   of   silver   against   the   skin   across   his   collarbone,   and   the   sparks   of   electricity   in   his   spine   because   of   it.   ❝Should   have   seen   that   shit   when   it   was   fresh,   thought   I   was   going   to   die   the   way   I   bled   from   that   one.❞

[dblchmparchived]

@chvmpisms , rhea : tender touches.

14. absent-mindedly playing with fingers

featherlight caress, bloody knuckle 'cross the expanse of bruised cheek. coffee hues flutter shut, lashes fanning as she allows her hardened exterior to evaporate. such is a rare spectacle, a forbidden sight reserved for a select few. it's not often anyone gets this close, but rhea had a particularly uncanny knack for weaseling her way into her mind, and even in their own sick and twisted way, her heart.

SHE SHOULDN'T BE SURPRISED.

but, even miniscule gestures such as these take her aback. sharp inhalation of breath. palms press into the ring mat undertow, pushing her upward, bringing her closer to the eradicator, closer to hell. audience watching be damned, they almost evaporate in a sense, along with whatever tattered bits of sanity that remained. on her knees, akin to a form of worship at this woman's altar. then, to her feet. it was a well fought battle, but the judgment day's war is far from over.

" let's get out of here, lass. " words spoken under warm breath. all the while, digits move, acting purely on mindless impulse. they begin to discreetly toy with the very fingers which left phantom impression upon flesh of countenance. " unless ye' want to give 'em a real show. " becky teases, brow lifting menacingly.

[hatigave]

thinks   he   loves   her   a   bit   more   each   passing   day.   thinks   his   love   has   reached   the   limit   every   morning   when   he   wakes,   but   realizes   his   heart   has   grown   some   more   by   the   time   he   falls   asleep   by   her   side   at   night.   has   no   doubts   about   her,   even   when   every   single   fucking   thing   about   his   life   lately   has   felt   like   gnawing   at   the   bloody   skin   around   his   nails.   ❝   hey,   babydoll   ⎯⎯   ❞   calls   with   a   lover's   heart   and   hopes   that   it   doesn't   sound   too   much   like   a   dog   whining   for   its   master   to   come   home.   ❝   got   any   plans   to   celebrate   that   big   win   of   yours   ?   ❞

@chvmpisms liv & ellis

[boybouncy]

@chvmpisms 𝙟𝙚'𝙫𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙡. “you ever get that feeling that maybe change wouldn't be so…”

he looks at her for a long time, belt stretched over his jittering knees. je'von rocks on his ankles, criss-cross, palms pressed hard to keep him stable, grounded. a hard thing for the two of them, but manageable in company. so much is changing for him, and so fast, too, that he can't quite manage to put himself all the way back in sol's shoes. "it's comin'," je'von says, with the conviction that a simple truth warrants. "they eat you and your girl up every time y'all show out. 'sides, you're killing it." he nods to both of her prizes, smile widening with each bob of his head. "you about to be sol-four-belts. biggest change is gonna be gettin' through tsa with all them."

[devilslvl]

@chvmpisms    / 𝕬nna    [   .  .  .   ]        am  i  supposed  to  be  afraid  of  you?

that  stupid  grin  he  wore  on  his  face  right  now?  that  was  real.  and  those  wrinkles  around  his  eyes?  a  perfect  addition  to  exhibit  his  genuine  amusement.  because,  well,  that’s  exactly  what  the  fuck  he  was.

granted,  there  was  still  a  little  bit  of  mockery  deep  within  the  way  that  he  laughed  because  unfortunately  a  tiger  was  simply  incapable  of  changing  his  stripes.  but  he  still  found  it  funny  nonetheless;  he  found  anna  and  her  tough  girl  bravado  funny.  cute,  even.  maybe  that  was  why  he  was  no  longer  as  bothered  by  her  presence  as  he  once  was.  maybe  her  adamant  need  to  assure  him  that  she  wasn’t  afraid  also  showed  max  that  there  was  nothing  to  be  afraid  of.

no  inner  monsters,  no  devil,  no  scumbag.  she  showed  him  that  mjf  was  actually  a  good  guy.

on  second  thought,  fuck  that  idea  straight  into  the  pits  of  hell.

❝ yeah,  yeah,  i  know  this  shtick.   ❞    he  said,  arms  raised  in  front  of  him  in  a  way  that  asked  her  to  spare  him  despite  that  being  the  furthest  thing  away  from  what  he  truly  wanted.    ❝   and  to  be  honest,  i  think  i  would  be  a  little  bit  disappointed  if  that  wasn’t  the  case.  this  whole  tough  girl  charade?   ❞    he  laughed  again,  finishing  that  sentence  by  letting  his  hand  softly  pat  her  on  the  cheek.  a  gesture  that  was  both  genuinely  playful  and  sweet,  yet  filled  with  mockery  at  the  same  time.