paradise

{ i popped on just to browse around a little bit but this was so sweet to see! <3 even though it’s from march.. i’m sorry 

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

BOLD ANY WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT THEY LIKE. REMEMBER TO REPOST & NOT REBLOG. FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THE LIST.

fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. lace. silk. cotton. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. silver. steel. sugar. salt. lavender. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. bruise. scar. wind. spices. light. dark. paint. charcoal. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. sword. spear. dagger. staff. arrow. hammer. shield. spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. herbs. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. lions. wolves. thunder.

[ Text → Steph ]            Drink me under the table? Do explain. [ Text → Steph ]           … Touché. But don’t turn into a brat once I take alcohol off you, hmph. [ Text → Steph ]           Zzz. Waiting too long.

{ sms: atlas } that’s an american saying i guess..

{ sms: atlas } it means i could drink as much as a giant like you and still be standing ㅋ ㅋ

{ sms: atlas } hush you! i’m almost there!

true to her word, the light changes just as steph puts her phone back in her bag and it’s only a couple blocks later, she’s rolling into a parking space and walking up to his door. she gives it a couple knocks, waiting not-so-patiently before sending him a text.

Jongin receives no verbal response and he can’t do much but keep quiet and wait for the next hit to strike him. It’s difficult to judge when it will strike, when he will feel the sting of his behind blossom further into pain. In contrast to the harsh smack to his behind the paddle provided for him, her delicate fingers on his back ground him just a bit. Comfort before the big strike comes and he knows he will have to keep his voice operating enough to please her. And he will. Even if it will not be easy. 

Keeping still is difficult when the next strike does come, and it makes him moan out loud, but he quickly chases the sound of with words of gratitude and counting the slap earned to his ass. The hit of the paddle, every time his cheeks move lightly, he can still feel the toy nudged inside of him and he could just break down and end up begging for her to make him cum, but it doesn’t work like that. This is her territory. He is at her mercy. “Two-.. Two. Thank you, madam.” He gasps out. 

His count continues, and after every time he gets hit, it becomes a bit more difficult to speak, a bit more difficult to count because his mind is getting fuzzy with pleasure and pain at the same time. He blinks through the tears when number fourteen comes around, his length erect and uncomfortable–having been that way ever since he’d pressed the toy inside of himself before coming over and doing as she pleased. 

The final blow, dreaded and anticipated number fifteen, makes him cry out when it strikes him, his voice shaky when he calls out, “F-Fifteen! Thank you, madam!”. Arousal is stirring in his gut and the toy is pressing so wonderfully inside of him, his behind wonderfully painful and his breathing slightly shallow. Even if the final spank arrives, he remains in the position. She hasn’t ordered him otherwise, and as challenging as he first was to provoke the punishment, he is now more than willing to follow every order she gives him.

his pretty noises and performance serve as excellent apologies for his earlier behavior, also serving well to please the side of her that loves the sight of him like this just for fun. the heat of arousal and anticipation is bubbling in her belly, and her panties are surely soaked through with that show he put on for her.

“alright, on your knees, jonginah,” stephanie finally speaks up, her voice as soft as the delicate brush of her fingers along his spine. she knows he must be aching for what she has in store for him, especially with the plug she knows is still sitting inside him, but she decides to take a brief intermission, patiently waiting for him to lower himself.

once he does, stephanie steps around to stand before him and reaches over to thread her fingers into his soft locks and give it a tug, so her gaze can meet that of his own sweetly teary eyes. it’s only in this instance that she breaks her harsh, dominating persona, a fond smile tugging at her lips as her fingertips massage his scalp. “are you okay?” she murmurs, checking in on jongin as she allows him to catch his breath for a moment after taking punishment in such a position before they continue.

— As the days were growing colder, the wind seemed more like a menace to the foreign woman. Her pots and plants would topple over, it would actually annoy her; though it was also her first winter here since she had moved to Seoul. “ I hope my flowers don’t get damaged overnight… “ Huifang muttered under her breath as she was locking up her shop, the wind still being a nuisance to her. Just as the door clicks shut, a strong gust of wind has her hat flying off and her hair in a mess. As she frantically looks around for her hat, the girl notices it being grabbed by another woman. “ S-sorry! That’s mine. “ She says while walking over, getting flustered from the annoying wind.

although steph has been living in seoul for a while now, days like this never fail to make her wish for sunny california weather that persisted even as christmas was coming. her nose is buried into a light pink scarf and hands buried in her coat’s pockets as she’s walking down the street, because limited parking forced her to park her car down the street from the cafe she had planned to go to. although it’s doing terrible things to her hair, warm mocha is enough to have steph braving this weather. even the birds seem to be missing from the sky, much smarter and fortunate than the humans out on the streets, she thinks until she’s sure she spots one. 

“In my defense..” Ephram couldn’t help but lean into the touch, his mouth still moving against her fingertips. “You’re quite attractive and as much as I like women, they often times seem to tire of me.  So, to have someone as pretty as you this close?  Yeah, I’m a bit … easy to please in that aspect.  And I suppose that does constitute as a reason to already worship you.”

“However.” He squirmed against the thigh pressing into his crotch.  “I’d prefer to worship you without the hindrance of these pesky clothes.  Would I be allowed, milady, to free not only myself of these confines, but you as well?  I promise I’ll take good care of you because I know you’ll take good care of me.” 

“you poor, deprived thing,” her eyes curve into crescents following her smile as she giggles, fingers trailing over ephram’s soft lips and along his defined jaw, then down his neck to play with the collar of his shirt. “seems like you’re long overdue, and i’m sure you’ll keep that promise. so let’s not waste any time then and get these clothes off.”

[ Text → Steph ]         Mm, angel. Are you sure you’re up for drinking? [ Text → Steph ]         At least I have plenty of colouring books and drinks for you then. [ Text → Steph ]         Just be a little responsible. ㅋㅋㅋ. 

{ sms: atlas } i’m up for it! i’ll drink you under the table, watch me! 

{ sms: atlas } why should i when you can be responsible for me? ouo 

YOUR STEREOTYPICALLY MASCULINE SIDE.

you love hoodies. you love shorts. dogs are better than cats. it’s hilarious when people get hurt (but not seriously hurt). shopping is torture. sad movies suck. you own a car racing game. you played with hot wheels cars as a kid. at some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter. you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega. you used to be obsessed with power rangers. you have watched sports on tv. gory movies are cool. you go to your dad for advice. you own like a trillion baseball caps. you used to collect hockey or baseball cards. baggy sweats are cool to wear. it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people. green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours. you love to go crazy and not care what people think. sports are fun. you talk with food in your mouth. you sleep with your socks on at night. you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICALLY FEMININE SIDE.

you love to shop.  you wear eyeliner (occasionally). you wear the colour pink. you go to your mom to talk. you consider cheerleading a sport. you hate wearing the color black. you like going to the mall. you like getting manicures and/or pedicures. you like wearing jewelry. you cried watching the notebook. dresses are a big part of your wardrobe. shopping is one of your favorite hobbies. you don’t like the movie star wars. you are/were in gymnastics. it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. you smile a lot more than you should. you have more than 10 pairs of shoes. you care about what you look like. you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes. you used to play with dolls as little kid. you like putting make-up on others. you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE.

i am shorter than 5’5”. i have many scars. i tan easily. i wish my hair was a different colour. i have friends who have never seen my natural hair colour. i have a tattoo. i am self-conscious about my appearance. i’ve had/have braces. i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger. i have more than two piercings. i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES.

i’ve gotten lost in my city. i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star. i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night. i’ve played a prank on someone. i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME.

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t. i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t. i’ve snuck out. i’ve lied to my parents about where i am. i’ve cheated while playing a game. i’ve ran a red light. i’ve witnessed a crime. i’ve been in a fist fight. i’ve been arrested.

DEATH AND SUICIDE.

i’m afraid of dying. i hate funerals. i’ve seen someone/something dying. someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM.

His little distracted make this feel like the first time again. It’s the same everytime, today included. Time passes between their moments together and Jongin re-learns everytime. But she is beautiful and Jongin cannot keep his eyes off of her. Still, with his wandering mind and inexperience a blockade for him to get into the proper mindset, all it takes for him to act properly is the burn of pain that will drag him back to earth. (He just prays to God, prays how thankful he is to have someone like Stephanie–Madam–in his life.)

His efforts to think of a reasonable punishment seem to be rewarded with her agreement and that’s enough for him. It’s happening. He’s going to receive his punishment. Part of it will put him in his place, part of it will be him enjoying what she’s doing to him. Call it warm up for the actual work ahead of them. Obediently, he bends after a rushed “Yes, madam”. His flexibility has always been a plus in his mind. As uncomfortable as the position is, he’s confident he can keep it up. It’s the anticipation that kills him. 

Her hand, dainty and feminine as it is, carries a weight, a discipline that presses at the toy inside of him and he has to do his best to shut up. Teeth in his lip and his eyes open and looking at the scenery of the floor from close up, he can only wait when her hand brushes over his back and he wants it. Patience pays off, however, when he remains perfectly still and her voice explains to him what is to happen and what she expects of him.

Her words follow the first swing and he feels it before he hears it. He gasps, body quaking lightly with the impact. His lungs burn when he needs oxygen, his rear stings with the throbbing pain that follows from the impact, but he loves this. His head spins, adrenaline rushing through his veins, but he remembers just in time. “One-.. One! Thank you, madam.”

the sound of jongin’s gasp upon the impact against his skin brings a grin to stephanie’s lips, and she watches with pleasure as he trembles and tries to compose himself enough to follow her rules. slender fingers brush along his spine where he’s bent over at the waist, mildly affectionate as she does her best to keep her cool. the sight of him is creating the most wonderfully warm sensation of arousal in her belly, and the knowledge that he loves this sort of thing (obviously enough to provoke it) as much as she does makes it all so much better.

stephanie is patient enough to wait for his thanks the first time just before lifting her arm to deliver the next strike, then another, with little room for his words.

she continues that way without ever finding a steady, consistent rhythm for him to become comfortable with, while still making sure he answers her like he was told. it’s highly unlikely jongin’s itinerary for the next day would have much allowance for an overly tender bottom, she knows this, so it suits him well to do so. red marks begin to bloom proudly on his skin with the addition of every firm slap of the material, and every so often she takes the time to quietly admire them; dragging the paddle over his skin as it surely starts to ache and down his thighs, then back up again as stephanie staggers every hit and drags it out to prevent him from knowing whether the next will come within seconds or minutes away.