WIP Meme
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!
Yeah, so, some of these are NC-17.
1. Sehun looks positively distressed, looking down at the lead weights (shoes) on his feet and back up to mommy before flopping on his bottom and refusing to move.
2. His shoes come off next, the tie coming loose after a few more pulls and Jongin still isn’t in front of Kyungsoo, on his knees like he should be (like he is every day).
3. It's usually Joonmyun or Yifan who has to call for a break, one of them fetching water and pills as the other - usually Yifan - digs fingers into his back that have Yixing leaning against the mirror to keep on his feet.
4. It’s a soft, gentle touch against the surface of the glass, Luhan’s fingers caressing so gently as to not fall through even as he wishes to do nothing more than step out and take Minseok for his own.
5. “We could date and get married and buy a huge house, and in that house we can have a china cabinet where we keep the china we picked out together and I can fuck her against it.”
6. Sehun’s coffee mug isn’t on its hook beside the coffee maker and that shouldn’t matter anymore, but the sting works its way through his veins until Luhan is clenching the handle of his own mug until his knuckles go white.
7. “I’ve had better,” the stranger snarls before flinging a few measly bills over Luhan’s body as he tries to spit out the rest of his cum.
8. Jongin figured out Sehun's crush on Luhan on his own and he's not about to openly admit he's now crushing on the straightest member of the group too.
9. The very idea of that strumpet (unverified) getting her manicured claws in his Minseok was nauseating.
10. He knows better than to draw anymore attention to himself than that because if there's anything Jongin hates more than being interrupted mid-drama, Kyungsoo hasn't discovered it.
11. “How do you want me?” Jongin asks against Yifan’s mouth, lips brushing as a hand travels up the ridges of his spine, Yifan wanting to both move away and into it at once.
12. Broken pieces of a decimated civilization sit amidst the newest high rises, scars left purposely as a reminder that none of them have healed; Kris thinks they never will.
13. Jongin’s heart doesn’t race, his skin doesn’t heat and his voice doesn’t waver when he answers, “When you’re tired of me, will you kill me?”
14. Watching Tao rummage around his kitchen like he belongs there has Chanyeol swallowing down the sudden urge to touch him, hedge him in against the corner of the counter by the microwave so he can kiss him, run fingers through crazy colored hair and see what Tao tastes like before he's had his morning coffee.
15. There's a collar - fire engine red - buckled around Minseok's neck, one notch too tight because Luhan likes knowing that when he slips it down one, loosens the leather so Minseok can take in enough air, there will be marks left behind.
16. “I miss my dick,” she suddenly wails and Kyungsoo looks like, for once, he doesn’t know what to do.
17. “This is Sehun,” Kris begins, gesturing to the direct physical manifestation of everything Jongin’s ever wanted in someone.
18. Kris had been a bloody, tattered mess when Chanyeol found him laying on the forest floor, but he’d been conscious, babbling on and on about wanting Chanyeol to put a silver bullet in his head.
19. Jongin’s thoughts ring loud and suddenly Luhan is at his side, a warm palm on the back of his neck that pushes his fear away, soothes over the sudden terror with cool composure.
20. "It could have been better," he admits with a frown, now slowly jerking Jongin off with both hands.
And we're going to stop because being reminded that I have so many WIPs makes me a sad Bunny. (Also, none of these are lines from exchanges/advent drabbles.)
Yeah, so, some of these are NC-17.
1. Sehun looks positively distressed, looking down at the lead weights (shoes) on his feet and back up to mommy before flopping on his bottom and refusing to move.
2. His shoes come off next, the tie coming loose after a few more pulls and Jongin still isn’t in front of Kyungsoo, on his knees like he should be (like he is every day).
3. It's usually Joonmyun or Yifan who has to call for a break, one of them fetching water and pills as the other - usually Yifan - digs fingers into his back that have Yixing leaning against the mirror to keep on his feet.
4. It’s a soft, gentle touch against the surface of the glass, Luhan’s fingers caressing so gently as to not fall through even as he wishes to do nothing more than step out and take Minseok for his own.
5. “We could date and get married and buy a huge house, and in that house we can have a china cabinet where we keep the china we picked out together and I can fuck her against it.”
6. Sehun’s coffee mug isn’t on its hook beside the coffee maker and that shouldn’t matter anymore, but the sting works its way through his veins until Luhan is clenching the handle of his own mug until his knuckles go white.
7. “I’ve had better,” the stranger snarls before flinging a few measly bills over Luhan’s body as he tries to spit out the rest of his cum.
8. Jongin figured out Sehun's crush on Luhan on his own and he's not about to openly admit he's now crushing on the straightest member of the group too.
9. The very idea of that strumpet (unverified) getting her manicured claws in his Minseok was nauseating.
10. He knows better than to draw anymore attention to himself than that because if there's anything Jongin hates more than being interrupted mid-drama, Kyungsoo hasn't discovered it.
11. “How do you want me?” Jongin asks against Yifan’s mouth, lips brushing as a hand travels up the ridges of his spine, Yifan wanting to both move away and into it at once.
12. Broken pieces of a decimated civilization sit amidst the newest high rises, scars left purposely as a reminder that none of them have healed; Kris thinks they never will.
13. Jongin’s heart doesn’t race, his skin doesn’t heat and his voice doesn’t waver when he answers, “When you’re tired of me, will you kill me?”
14. Watching Tao rummage around his kitchen like he belongs there has Chanyeol swallowing down the sudden urge to touch him, hedge him in against the corner of the counter by the microwave so he can kiss him, run fingers through crazy colored hair and see what Tao tastes like before he's had his morning coffee.
15. There's a collar - fire engine red - buckled around Minseok's neck, one notch too tight because Luhan likes knowing that when he slips it down one, loosens the leather so Minseok can take in enough air, there will be marks left behind.
16. “I miss my dick,” she suddenly wails and Kyungsoo looks like, for once, he doesn’t know what to do.
17. “This is Sehun,” Kris begins, gesturing to the direct physical manifestation of everything Jongin’s ever wanted in someone.
18. Kris had been a bloody, tattered mess when Chanyeol found him laying on the forest floor, but he’d been conscious, babbling on and on about wanting Chanyeol to put a silver bullet in his head.
19. Jongin’s thoughts ring loud and suddenly Luhan is at his side, a warm palm on the back of his neck that pushes his fear away, soothes over the sudden terror with cool composure.
20. "It could have been better," he admits with a frown, now slowly jerking Jongin off with both hands.
And we're going to stop because being reminded that I have so many WIPs makes me a sad Bunny. (Also, none of these are lines from exchanges/advent drabbles.)