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theflyingfeeling · 5 months

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Seventh Day of Gift-Giving: Seven Nights

Prompt: Light fell through the window, illuminating the couple lying in bed, entangled with each other and perfectly content with it.

The two idiots in love have also been idiots in the kitchen, but not for much longer! 💞

After all the food-related disasters, their dinner date had been nothing but lovely, if simple: arriving at the restaurant, it had turned out someone working there knew Olli from one of their music projects back in their conservatoire days and had happily arranged a table for them at the back of the dining hall, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the restaurant. There they were left in peace to chat about everything that crossed their minds, to make each other giggle by “stealing” food from each other’s plates, or just to sit in silence, finding deep comfort in each other’s easy company. The atmospheric lighting of the restaurant had made Olli’s expression look especially soft, and if they hadn’t, in spite of everything, been in public, Aleksi wouldn’t have hesitated scooting his chair next to Olli’s to whisper sweet nothings into his ear or pull him in for a long kiss, one he had been dying to give him the entire evening.

That was why, after having picked up Rilla from Tommi’s temporary dog daycare, Aleksi was more than happy to be back at Olli’s again, because he couldn’t have pushed Olli against the door to crash their mouths together at the restaurant, could he?

It seemed Olli shared the sentiment, as he was quick to undress Aleksi of his overcoat and wrap his arms around Aleksi’s waist to pull him close, never breaking the kiss but instead smiling into it.

“Thanks for the date night,” Aleksi said, pulling his mouth apart from Olli’s just enough to form the words before savouring the taste of Olli’s bottom lip again. He could still detect traces of the chocolatey dessert they had enjoyed.

“The best idea we’ve had all week, huh?” Olli’s speech was but slur, with Aleksi nibbling on his lips with great appetite despite having just dined the better part of evening; now, he was ravenous for something else entirely.

“The best idea we’ve had all week so far,” Aleksi murmured in turn. He hoped Olli would get his hint and was rewarded when the shade of Olli’s eyes darkened and his sighs against Aleksi’s lips, cheek and neck became more shallow, more greedy.

It seemed Tommi had done an impeccable job at activating Rilla all evening, since the dog wasted no time in making herself a nest in her little dog bed and was already settled in by the time Aleksi and Olli stumbled in the bedroom. Aleksi made a mental note of buying Tommi a beer as a thanks the next time they’d hang out, because Rilla’s sleepiness made it possible for him to grab Olli by his hips and gently guide him straight towards the bed, all the while leaving small, soft kisses on his lips.

Throughout the whole dinner, Aleksi’s mind had kept wandering to how amazing it had felt to hold Olli close and keep him there without the fear of rejection, to kiss him without alcohol clouding his judgement or regret banging the door at the back of his head; he was only just beginning to wrap his head around it all. Even now, with Olli’s body pressed against his, eagerly echoing every movement of Aleksi’s own, Aleksi almost wanted to stop and pinch himself to make sure it wasn’t all just another unattainable fantasy, a daydream that would turn into a nightmare when Aleksi would realise that was all it was: nothing but wishful thinking of a fool who had gone and fallen for a friend.

As if reading his thoughts, Olli let their final kiss linger unnecessarily long before he opened his eyes to look up into Aleksi’s. His pupils were dilated and his eyelids hooded, but his hands were no longer roaming Aleksi’s backside aimlessly but instead slowly caressing his neck and chest before grabbing Aleksi by his shirt and pulling him on top of himself as they fell on the bed.

After the brief interruption, their mouths found the same rhythm effortlessly as a familiar feeling began to set in Aleksi’s lower stomach. Underneath him, Olli let out a long moan, his voice low – and insanely sexy, might Aleksi add – but just as Aleksi had begun to subtly roll his hips against Olli’s, his efforts were interrupted by Olli’s hand on his pelvis and his lips withdrawing from Aleksi's own.

“Aleksi, ummmm…” For one terrifying second, Aleksi paralysed in fear of having done the wrong thing or having misinterpreted Olli’s cues. Olli must have sensed this, for he immediately flashed him a reassuring smile and brought his face closer so their foreheads were touching.

“Is it okay if we just sleep tonight? Let’s just… not rush things, yeah? We’ve got time, don’t we?”

The relief almost brought tears to Aleksi’s eyes.

(And maybe it did for real, but just a little, mind you.)

“Yeah,” Aleksi nodded, his nose nudging Olli’s. “We’ve got time.”

Suddenly feeling exhausted (perhaps it was the stress from all the bottled-up pining finally pouring out of him all at once), Aleksi slumped next to Olli on the bed with a quiet oof, careful not to alarm Rilla. Olli turned to his side to face him, his fingers stroking the exposed parts of Aleksi’s hands below the rolled-up sleeves of his sweater. He seemed particularly fascinated by the tattoos on Aleksi’s forearm, tracing them with his fingers. The touch was just soothing enough for Aleksi to ignore that they should maybe change into something more comfortable before they’d cuddle each other to sleep, but then Olli’s lips began to slowly work their magic on Aleksi's own again, so he really wasn’t in the mindset to care all that much.

“Can I help you undress though?” Olli asked him after a series of long, slow, mind-blowing kisses.

As if Aleksi was ever going to say ‘no’ to that.

Once they had successfully (although not without tired giggles) removed each other’s shirts, they spent a good while taking turns at mouthing one another’s bare neck, shoulders and chest with all the care and love they could possibly put in such a gesture. It would have been easy, oh, so easy, to grab Olli with a little more intent, a little more craving, and resume what they had almost started, but Aleksi pushed aside his desires because he did agree with Olli: now that they were finally here, lost in each other’s touch, there was no more rush, no more fear of it all slipping through their fingers. Even when they were already stripped down to just their underwear, with Olli’s bulge pressing against his, Aleksi was content in having Olli by his side exactly like this.

“You’re so fucking lovely, I want you so much,” he told him, the words out of his mouth before he had a chance to evaluate just how sappy and desperate they sounded. Lucky for him, Olli didn’t seem to mind terribly.

When their kisses grew lazier and their hands found peace at last, fingers intertwined, Olli’s soft voice spoke from the dark.

“I want you too. So fucking much. Just… just so you know.”

Such simple words, yet they took Aleksi’s breath away.

I know now, he would’ve said if he had been capable of talking in that moment. Instead he left a light kiss on Olli’s fingers, hoping it might be enough of an answer. Under the touch, the fingers clasped on to Aleksi’s hand tighter, only softening their grip when Olli fell into a peaceful sleep.

‘The best idea we’ve had all week, huh?’ Olli's remark echoed in Aleksi's head.

Sure, Aleksi had agreed then, but if Olli would’ve brought it up again now, Aleksi would’ve answered differently.

The best idea we’ve had? This. Us.

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #the prompt is not included explicitly but rather as a mental image 💕#a short one again 🤧 but so incredibly sappy to make up for it!!#sorry for any ridiculous typos btw i wasn't feeling 100% yesterday when writing this (aftermath of an awful headache 😵)#i would've made the dinner date part a bit longer but my brain was just not having it 😩#a heads-up for tomorrow: expect something a little different again 👀 (i.e. not the main story)#btw i can't believe i've managed to keep this going for a whole week already?? are ya proud of me yet guys (because i'm proud of me 🥺)#thanks everyone who's been reading these so far i love youuuu 💗#i'm having so much fun writing these too so i'm happy if i manage to spread some more love and joy with these 😭💗

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retrogradedreaming · 25 days

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1 and 9 for the writing ask game 💞💞💞

1. that makes me smile

“Fuck you,” Husk sighed, no bite to the words.

Angel laughed. “Later, sure.”

9. with characters i love

Husk relaxed and nodded, and soon, gentle fingers ran through the fur between his shoulder blades. He hummed contentedly as Angel moved over the knots and tight spots that sent a stabbing pain through his muscles each time he moved wrong. As some of the tension bled away, Husk shivered in bursts, and Angel paused, hand resting between Husk’s shoulder blades.

#thank youuuu i love answering these #90% of them are from the same fic #but like. these prompts basically apply to anything i've written because i love them #kaylynn tag #writing ask game

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polyboros · 5 months

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also 8. an arm sneaking around a waist, holding them close with psyche (or, substitution eli if youd prefer) plus character of choice

in the aftermath the lines between crews are blurred as they mingle and drink and party; psyche falls in step with ace and caledula when they can't find kidd and killer, laughing and leaning and finally letting themself breath. they don't get drunk - can't - but they almost feel it secondhand.

ace's head falls to their shoulder a little while later, drowsy. psyche startles, cloth smudging as they dig their hand into the dirt, but he's undeterred and after a moment, so are they.

or they would be, if it wasn't for their idiot of a captain.

"psyche," kidd snaps, not quite a growl. psyche looks up and around until they see him, eyebrows raised in question. "where the hell've you been?"

"... right here, captain?" they let their skepticism seep into their voice, layered and sharp. "you n' kil are the- the ones who ran off all by your lonesome. come on."

there must be some slip in their expression, because instead of goading him into an argument he just rolls his eyes and drops down next to them, arm sliding around their waist. in the moment it takes them to look around for killer - and find him, a few steps away talking to roronoa - kidd yanks them into his lap.

ace's head falls and he startles awake, hat catching fire as he glowers at kidd. "hey-! they were here first, asshole, give 'em back."

"they're my damn crew," kidd retorts, "and i get to do whatever the hell i want."

psyche sighs and makes pained eye contact with caledula, who sits there unhelpfully and looks amused, raising one eyebrow at them as if to ask: what the hell are you going to do about it?

"both of you- fuck off," they mutter, wiggling out of kidd's grasp and crawling over to lay down in caledula's lap.

she blinks down at them, bottle hanging loosely from her hand, and shrugs as she sets it down. "that settles that. go find your damn husbands, we're gonna sit down right here and wait."

ace blinks and jolts at the reminder, exhaustion snapping away as he jumps to his feet. "you're right, yamato wouldn't do this to me- i'm gonna go get him, so don't go anywhere, okay?"

"wouldn't dream of it," dula drawls. his gaze strays to kidd in challenge as he cards a hand through the yarn of psyche's hair. "and you?"

"one of mine is right fuckin' there," kidd snarls. psyche opens one eye and shoots him a warning look, and he glares right back, stubborn. "you're gonna pay for this one later, stuffie."

"go get kil, idiot, 'm napping."

"you're gonna wish you were napping when i'm done with you." psyche snickers, and kidd groans, reaching over to tap them on the head with an empty bottle. "you're such a piece of shit, whatever. a couple weeks without your captain and it's all fuckin'- insubordination central, i see how it fuckin' is. mutiny. kil wouldn't do this to me."

"he would," killer says, having finally wandered back over from his own conversation. there's the telltale strain to his voice already, and he doesn't say anything else, just crouches down next to kidd and leans.

kidd jerks his hand in his direction, raising his eyebrows in challenge. psyche stays put, just as stubborn - when he really wants them over there, they'll know. nobody knows the next time these crews'll see each other (not that psyche wants to be thinking about it, on a night like this) and, of course, dula's lap is comfy.

they won't make him wait too long, though. they've missed their captain and first mate far too much for that.

#kbitycus art #prompt reward #psyche tag #encrypted-cryptid #hiii crow did you know: i love my op ocs #thank youuuu... the psyche

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shoujoegg · 10 months

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Hi if you have an soc art tag I’d love to be added 👀👀 your historical-influenced soc art is absolutely breathtaking

omfg calling my silly art historical-influenced is far too generous im just a dummy w/ a tablet grafting studies from my fave artists of the time!! but thank youuuuuu the cultural history student in me feels at once flattered n wholly undeserving but also v encouraged by ur comments 😭💖

i dont have an exclusive soc art tag but my general art tag is #qqart if that helps! im pretty much drawing exclusively soc fanart rn so it's pretty easy to go thru LMFAO

#qq #suspicious-whumping-egg #thank youuuu #i went 2 this blog to enjoy my lil geek corner but everyone has been so nice wtf ;_;#if anyone has chara sketch prompts/requests id love 2 consider them im still getting a feel for how i wanna draw everyone #ive been running on redbull (i worked 50 hrs last week) n my 3 variations of kanej playlists if anyone else wants 2 give me inspo im here!!#i have so many ideas but i just graduated college n im abt to leave for a research fellowship so i will be slower w/ posting art ^^;#asks

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thosetwofirefighters · 1 year

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Problem Solved

@lilbuddie requested prompt 35 (your problem is my problem) from this list a while ago, and I have finally filled it for you! I hope you enjoy it bby <3

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Buck wakes up to a hand gently shaking him. Soft light filters in through the curtains, enough for Buck to see that it’s still pretty early. He turns onto his side towards Eddie, who levels a glare at him that causes Buck to chuckle. Eddie is not a morning person, and Buck assumes he’s woken him simply because he’d been unable to get back to sleep and wants some company.

“You need to come,” Eddie says plainly, causing Buck to bark out a laugh.

“Wh—babe, what?” Buck asks. “You know I’m holding off until I can donate. And yeah, it’s been a—distraction, at the least—but it’s not a problem.”

“Yes it is,” Eddie says.

Buck opens his mouth to defend himself but thinks better of it when he considers the last few weeks of celibacy—and the torture he’s endured; Eddie doesn’t seem to understand how attractive he is and continues to traipse around shirtless most of the time while at home, not to mention how ungodly sexy he is in their work uniforms—and it’s been driving Buck crazy. “Okay, so maybe it is a problem,” Buck starts, “but I don’t see what that has to do with you waking me up at—”

“Your problem is my problem, Buckley,” Eddie growls. He grabs Buck’s shoulders and pulls him closer, pressing their bodies together, and Buck groans when he feels Eddie’s hardness against his thigh.

“Jesus, Eds,” Buck breathes.

“I told you I wouldn’t come until you do, remember?” Eddie asks. “So you need to come.”

Buck shakes his head. “Not until I can donate. I’m sorry.”

Buck thinks Eddie’s going to argue, but instead the other man surges forward to capture his lips. He nips at them, and Buck opens up to his tongue, grinding against Eddie’s leg without thinking. His cock fills quickly as they rut against each other through their boxer-briefs, quiet moans breaking through the early morning silence. Eddie rolls on top of Buck, moving to mouth at his neck, sucking and nibbling against the sensitive skin there, then down to his collarbone, where he licks a pattern he knows drives Buck crazy.

“F-fuck,” Buck moans, arching against his boyfriend, who smirks against him. “No, Eds, we have to stop.” He pushes Eddie away.

“Buck, come on,” he whines, shooting puppy-dog eyes at him, and Buck forces himself to look away, lest he give in—like usual.

“Baby, please,” Eddie says, grabbing Buck’s hand. “It’s been so long, and I just—I want to love you.”

“No, you’re just horny,” Buck says, smirking.

Eddie looks Buck up and down slowly before licking his lips and saying, “Maybe. But I also know how much you love me touching you.” He presses a chaste kiss to Buck’s lips. “And I know how much sex reaffirms my love for you. I know how much you crave it.” Eddie whispers against him, and Buck relaxes in his hold, his breath coming out as shaky pants. Eddie trails a hand down from Buck’s shoulder across his chest, rubbing a nipple between his fingers before reaching lower to toy with the waistband of Buck’s underwear.

“Besides,” Eddie continues, “I also know that it’s a complete myth that holding off on coming does anything to sperm count or motility.”

“Yeah?” Buck questions. “Why didn’t you say that weeks ago?”

Eddie doesn’t respond, choosing instead to pull Buck’s boxers down in one go. Buck hisses as the cold air hits his cock, already flushed and stretched upwards towards his stomach. Eddie licks his lips and kisses Buck quickly before spitting on his hand and wrapping it around his length.

Buck gasps against him and thrusts almost immediately into the hand, setting a torturously slow pace while reaching his own hand out to pull Eddie’s underwear down as well and grip his cock. Eddie swats him away, though, choosing instead to surge forward and take his own dick in his hand as well, pressing his length against Buck’s while jerking them off together.

The slick heat has both of them whining and panting into the other’s mouth as they sloppily kiss while pushing into Eddie’s hand. Eddie’s cock throbs against Buck’s, and the man groans loudly as they speed up, desperate for release after weeks of nothing. It doesn’t take long before they both let out loud sobs and come together, Buck shaking in Eddie’s hold.

Eddie’s the one who gets up to grab washcloths, returning to a sated, sleepy Buck trying to keep his eyes open as he leans against the headboard to watch his boyfriend clean them up. He trails the washcloth over Buck’s body, wiping his spent cock first, ignoring Buck’s hiss at the overstimulation and quickly moving on to wipe the come off of his stomach and chest.

When Buck grabs the washcloth from him to return the favor, Eddie speaks, “You know you don’t need to donate your sperm to have a family, right?”

Buck blushes, setting the washcloth aside to scoot closer to Eddie and curl into him. “I know,” he says.

“I’m not so sure you do,” Eddie responds. “You’re already a father, Buck.”

Buck melts at his words and kisses him once, quickly but passionately, like he thinks it’s the only way Eddie will believe what he says next. “I am. You know I love Chris like he’s my own.”

“Chris is your own, Evan. And this kid—they wouldn’t be yours, babe. They’d be Connor and Kameron’s. Just theirs.”

Buck tightens his hold around Eddie’s waist, tucking his face into the man’s neck. “I know. That’s why I’m doing this, Eds.”

“I don’t get it. I thought—you’re not the type to be able to do something like this and just walk away. You can’t—you don’t walk away from family.”

“And I won’t. I already have my family,” Buck says. “So why not help a friend make theirs?”

Eddie kisses the top of his head, and Buck can feel the smile in it. He nuzzles into his boyfriend and closes his eyes, and the two fall asleep together, sated and content.

#eeee first smut in a while and it's just a tiny little thing lol #@ the anon who requested something a few weeks ago i promise i am not ignoring you!!#i am not sure if i am able to do the prompt justice but i will let you know if i decide not to fill it <3 #buuut we are so close to returning my efforts to my fake dating fic heheh #minjaaaaaa i love youuuu thank you for the request!!#buddie #buddie fanfiction #911 fanfiction #mine #my work #911

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ultdete · 1 year

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❛I'm pretty sure I didn’t meet you for nothing.❜ [from this meme: /post/668843437161873408/]!

❝ So it was fate that threw us into this unfair game of life and death, huh? Just so we could meet each other? ❞

He'd half ass a smile as he mused, but he was being totally serious. Whether Kaito picked up on his sarcasm or not was his call. ( If he had to be honest, he didn't expect him to. He felt bad about it immediately. )

This guy.. Kaito really was a mystery. Amongst the turmoil, with unjust accusations, heated arguments amongst classmates, and pointed fingers flying about, blaming anybody they landed on, Kaito still seemed.. calm. Did he even have a grasp on their situation, or did he simply not care? That kind of ignorance must be nice.

The more he thought about it, the more impossible it became to wrap his head around the Ultimate's logic. Was it a defense mechanism? Or did he.. really not think about it at all? It's hard to see a silver lining in this place. So much anxiety, unease, it's hard to find comfort in the little things, it's hard to keep your guard up. But this feeling.. the ease, the relief he'd feel when Kaito said things like this. He said them so easily. Shuichi wanted to see what Kaito saw.

❝ Well.. call it whatever you want. ❞ The detective's derision from before had vanished amidst his pondering, now appearing much more lax. His posture would slack as he went on, imitating the ease he now felt. ❝ If it means.. I got to meet someone like you, maybe that means fate is more gracious than I thought. ❞

short sentences for ships ✯ Accepting (selectively)!

#case ii . audio records. ⌕ replies #⌕ killing game v.#ofhope #WOAGHH... 2021 PROMPT. i forgot all about it #thank youuuu ;;__;; i love them so much wah

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daddyricsdoll · 29 days

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So first of all congrats to your 1kkkk😭❤️

And so for the blurb Like maybe prompt

“Don’t make me pull over or I’ll fuck you till you can’t speak.” And “let me take your innocence” With Charles Leclerc

Would love ittt❤️

Oh thank youuuu!! And yes... I'm back?

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“Please mon amour.” Charles grunts, keeping a deadly grip on the steering wheel as he drives through the thin roads of Monaco.

“But Cha, I thought you wanted me to look pretty. Make them jealous, show me off.” I say so innocently, playing with the hem of my skin tight short dress.

“I-fuck, not now and not like that.” He focuses back on the road. Clenching his jaw and placing one of his hands on my thigh. Massaging my skin with warm hands but a contrast of his cold rings.

His gesture usually sweet but I knew his tight hold on me was for a different reason.

“I didn’t even wear any panties for you.” Muttering the words quietly and watching Charles as he bites his lip.

“Don’t make me pull over or I’ll fuck you till you can’t speak.” Charles spits out, eyes burning holes of lust into my body.

“What makes you think I don’t want that?” I grab ahold of his hand, dragging it further up my burning hot thigh. Forcing his thick fingers to go beneath the fabric of my dress and between my thighs.

“Fuck, why you being such a brat tonight?” Charles questions as he makes a sharp turn before pulling over. Still not enough time for me to answer, knowing all too well he didn’t expect one from me, but I had to ask myself that too. Maybe it’s the way those thick glasses perfectly sit atop his nose and make a tear drip down my leg. Or maybe his suit and how his veiny hands leave you wondering what’s underneath all that fabric. Is his touch as good as he looks? Is it as smooth as his voice or as rough as the short stubble on his flawless face.

“Don’t move.” He commands of me. Rushing out of his door to get to mine. Opening it quickly and letting the door slowly rise, gradually revealing the man behind it.

“Cha-”

“Mon amour, you know it’s so hard,” Charles places his hands on each of my cheeks to kiss my lips. Letting his arms drop to soon grab my hips and pull me out of his Ferrari.

“to not touch you when you do that.” Closing the door behind me and leaving no space between us like positive and negative forces.

“I do it for you Charles, it’s so hard to act like I don’t crave you.” I breathe against his neck, a charm of hummingbirds singing in my stomach as I fill my nose in his parfum.

“Oh mon amour… then let me take your innocence. Let me have you.”

Charles whispers, bringing his head in front of mine so we can see each other directly. It was as if he took the blue from the sky and placed it into his eyes, giving it a reason to be in hues of pink, orange and yellow.

“Always.” I answer in a whisper that’s barely audible. But it’s perfect for his ears, not needing another word to be said in advance to finally raising my dress. Bringing it to my stomach and giving Charles a perfect view of my truth.

My panties, nowhere to be seen. And my pussy, oh it was throbbing and dripping. I didn’t have to tell him I needed him, it was obvious from the expression on my face and the silent words my body revealed.

He caressed my lower abdomen with the tips of his fingers, teasing me and helping me gain composure for the touch I knew I’d get. Dragging them lower and lower until he was a mere nanometer from my folds. Eyes flicking back at me once more. And I open my legs further, a silent gesture to tell him to carry on.

Immediately making my lips part once Charles makes contact with my folds. Taking no time to find my entrance and pry against it. Gathering my slick and making it easier for him to start sliding one of his thick and long digits inside of me. His finger itself, already stretching my unmarked pussy.

“Please Cha.” I moan quietly, not asking for anything in particular but just more of his touch. Going insane as he starts thrusting in and out, eventually adding another finger and making it impossible for me to stay quiet. Deep and heavy breaths leaving my mouth, and little curses of his name. He pushes me further against the side of the car, making it seem as though he’s about to kiss me with the small distance between our faces. Instead curling his fingers and rubbing my clit with his calloused palm.

Allowing me to wallow into the feeling of his hand. Making my imagination seem pathetic. Even as I close my eyes I still see Charles. Trying to just focus on the sensation of his hand but his painfully beautiful face always needs attention. Forcing my hand to grab the back of his neck and close the gap between us. His soft lips fused against mine. Tasting sweeter than honey and more addicting than a drug. I couldn’t stop. Pulling his bottom lip between mine, sucking on it before Charles takes the dominance again. Biting my lip and making it more than impossible to part. Not even giving me the opportunity to moan from pleasure. But still somehow, Charles knew I was on the verge of my release. Arching my back and helplessly falling into Charles. Nearly crying as I came around his fingers.

His name leaving my swollen lips endlessly, just for me to finally gain clearer vision again and see Charles unbuttoning his pants with one hand. His other fingers that were recently inside of me, now being twirled by his tongue, between his silky lips.

“Amour,” I call him by my own nickname. “I can’t, you were so fucking good before, I can’t take more.”

“I know you can, and… I haven’t taken your innocence yet.” Charles states, just as he lowers pants and I grow all the lust I had before, even more. Opening my legs wider and seeming like a delirious woman who craves what she can ultimately have.

“Fuck, take it. Take it all.”

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me-writes-prompts · 7 months

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:-Sweet caring prompts-:

(screaming, crying, throwing up. But, yeah, tag me and my sad single life :)

By @me-writes-prompts

Kissing them as they whisper 'I love you's repeatedly

Cooking them their favourite dishes

^^ “How is it? Do you like it?” “Yes, but maybe you could put a little more salt to it…or else, it’s great! My fave<333”

Decorating their bedroom with their favourite things to surprise their partner

^^ “Oh. My. God. You did not do this!!! I love it, baby! Thank youuuu” (I feel so single please😤)

Giving them soothing messages when they get back from work

Telling them that it's okay to rest and that they are there for them

Slow dancing to music while the other one silently laughs because they think it’s so silly

Preparing little gifts like flowers or homemade chocolates or even a cute little letter!

Doing their chores for them when they are too tired to do so

“I’m really sorry I forgot to do the laundry. I promise I’ll do it after my work is finished.” “No, it’s okay. I did it for you. Don’t worry, love.”

Tying their tie

Forehead kisses>>>>

Making a bath for them

Getting their favourite cup of coffee in the morning

^^"You know just how I like my coffee. That's why I love you so much." "Is it only because of the coffee???" *squints eyes teasingly* "No, you silly!"

Sharing their things, such as beauty products or food/drinks

Holding them in their arms because they both need the warmth and the reassurance of each other(<3333333)

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shadowdaddies · 6 months

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Heyyyy I feel like we’re besties at this point😭 could I request, yet again, an Azriel story. Maybe one where they’re best friends and they get into a serious argument and maybe it ends with a confession and the bond snaps into place but one of them panics and leaves. And ends up having a panic attack while the other one is super worried and is searching for them. When they find them they calm them down and have some cute fluff with like “look at me” or “breathe with Me” something cute idk and then it ends with smut of them finally being mated and it’s all sweet and stuff. (Maybe with some wing play because holy- that’s hot) THANK YOUUUU

hey bestie! love this request, it's been a hectic week to say the least so I'm catching up on requests but I've been so excited about this one. Love your prompts, hope you love this story as much as I do💜

Laid Bare

Azriel x Reader

Warnings: this is angst, fluff, and eventually smut below the cut, wing play, shadow play, p in v sex, minors dni

You followed Azriel through the door to the House of Wind, slamming it behind you as you yelled at him. The two of you never raised your voices at each other, but your emotions got the better of you as you held back tears, shaking with anger and fear for your mate.

You had known that Azriel was your mate for a long time now, but you knew that he had so much he needed to work through, and you’d decided it would be better to be there for him as a friend while he worked through his trauma, without the added complication of the mating bond.

Tonight, however, you had hit your limit with Azriel’s refusal to accept help and love from others. It wasn’t only you - Azriel had always kept even his brothers at an arm’s length, only opening up to Cass and Rhys when he deemed it necessary. While others were willing to accept his distance, the bond pulled you closer to him, and day-by-day your love and desire to be there for him grew.

Azriel stopped in the kitchen, sipping on tea in his faux-stoic manner that drove you crazy as you stormed over to him. “What the Hel, Az? You put yourself in so much danger, so much unnecessary hurt, and for what? You think you’re a burden to people by letting them be there for you, but it’s a burden.... it really hurts me, Azriel, when you won’t let me be there for you. I love you, all I want to do for the rest of my life is love you, and I just wish you would let me.”

The words poured out before you even realized what you were saying, tears streaming down your face as you dared to make eye contact with Azriel. The moment those hazel eyes locked with yours, Azriel dropped the cup from which he’d been drinking, his steely expression shattering into one of shock, and you knew what had happened. The mating bond snapped for him - at the worst time, when you were yelling at him over something that now felt so trivial.

You began sobbing so hard you were shaking, hyperventilating as you began to panic. Before Azriel could say anything else, you winnowed away. You appeared on the outskirts of Velaris - a quiet place where the mountains met the sea - and vomited everything from your system. You heaved for breath, trying to ground yourself in your surroundings. You went to a nearby brook, splashing water on your face and cleansing your mouth with the fresh water.

The sun had nearly set at this point, and you leaned against a tree as you took in the various shades of the sky, the bright Night Court stars already visible at dusk. Mind reeling with how to address the situation with Azriel, you didn’t hear him approach.

You startled at first, watching him carefully as he sat down to lean against the tree beside you. It was no surprise that he would know where to find you. Azriel let out a long sigh, staring down at his hands folded in his lap. “How long have you known about the bond?” he asked quietly. Chewing your lip, you murmured back, “Some time now, almost a year.” He nodded, taking a moment before he said anything.

He at last turned to you, taking one of your hands in his as he gave it a squeeze, as though he was finding his own strength through that touch. “You were right. Everything you said back there... I’ve always felt like a burden if I were to show weakness or ask for help. But you are always there for me, even when I don’t know what I need, you do.”

Azriel pulled you into his lap at this point, you straddling his hips as he wiped his thumb across your cheek, observing you as he confessed, “I love you, too, by the way. I have for a long time. If there’s anyone I trust, that I feel I can open up to, it’s you. I am damaged, and it will take time, but I want to love you, and be loved by you, if you’ll have me.”

You smiled, turning your face to kiss Azriel’s palm, holding it against your face. “Azriel, I have waited my entire life for you, and I would wait one hundred more lifetimes for you. We will grow and learn how to love and be loved together. That’s what this is.” At that, Azriel pulled you in, your lips barely brushing each other as he looked to you for consent. You smiled, throwing yourself into him as you kissed him how you’d been longing to for so long.

Azriel squeezed your backside, causing you to gasp so he could slip his tongue in your mouth. You ground against him, drawing a groan while you ran your hands through his inky black hair, tugging at the strands. When he thrust his tongue into your mouth next, you sucked on it, earning a surprised gasp and a groan from him as he gripped your hips, grinding his own against you.

You mewled at the contact, desperate for more from him. You pulled back, gasping as you opened your mouth to tell Azriel you needed more, only for him to say so first. A thought occurred to you as you noticed his desperation, and you leaned back, studying Azriel as you ran a finger down his chest. With as much confidence as you could muster, you tilted your head, giving Azriel a mischievous smile as you proposed your deal. “I’ll give you more tonight, Azriel, if you let me take care of you. I want to make love to you, how I’ve been waiting to for so long now.”

At your words, Azriel’s cheeks blushed in that way that you loved as he nodded. You leaned forward, giving him a chaste kiss as you promised in a whisper, “we’ll take this slow - nothing you are uncomfortable with.” With that, you began removing his shirt, guiding him to lay down in the grass as you admired his body in what was now bright moonlight. You removed your own dress, now bare above him, feeling no shyness or shame in your body as your mate gazed at you in awe, running his hands along your sides, palming your breasts as he toyed with your nipples.

You let out a high-pitched moan at the contact, writhing against his touch as you struggled to maintain dominance in the situation. You forced yourself to look down at Azriel, feeling how your own appearance must mirror his own, pupils blown out, cheeks flushed, hair wild as you ravished each other under the stars. You leaned down, rolling your naked body against Azriel’s bare chest as you kissed down his neck to his collarbone, moving one hand to the side for support.

Your finger accidentally touched the edge of his wing, causing Azriel to let out a hiss as he bucked wildly up into you. Immediately pulling back, you frantically searching Azriel’s face for discomfort. “I’m so sorry, Az. I didn’t mean to touch your wing without permission. Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

To your surprise, Azriel laughed. It was a loud, joyous laugh like bells, louder than you’d ever heard from him. He looked up at you with a beautiful, full smile as he shook his head and grabbed your hand, guiding it back to his wing. You looked at him questioningly, “are you sure you are okay with this? You want me to touch your wings?” Azriel nodded, kissing your palm before guiding it back to his wing. “Yes, I want you. Only you. All of you.”

Your heart melted at his words, eyes never leaving his as you experimentally traced your fingers lightly across the veins of his wing, watching as he groaned and panted beneath you at your touch. “Fuck,” Az finally huffed out, “if you keep doing that, I’m going to finish in my pants.” You smirked, taking that as your cue to pull away, kissing down his chest and stomach, giving extra attention to each scar as you worshipped Azriel.

You were working your way down to the waistband of his pants when Azriel gracefully flipped you over, laid on your back against the grass with your hair splayed out. The two of you simply admired each other for a moment, memorizing the feeling of an intimacy you’d never felt before. You helped Azriel remove his pants, eager to have him inside of you, fully one with your mate.

He leaned down, kissing you sweetly as he pushed into you, your eyes rolling and back arching as he entered you, his large size a stretch for you. Azriel kissed all over your face and neck as he settled inside of you, only moving once you had given him permission. Every thrust hit a perfect spot within you, the sex like nothing you had felt before - it was apparent, Azriel was made for you, and you for him.

You could sense that you were nearing your high, stomach tightening as you attempted to mumble to Az that you were close. He understood, licking his thumb before bringing it down to your clit, rubbing circles in tandem with shadows that appeared around your nipples. The sudden stimulation sent you barreling over the edge with a scream, Azriel following closely behind.

He hung his head, resting his nose in your neck as the two of you caught your breath. After several moments, Azriel collapsed into the grass beside you, pulling you into his side as the two of you watched the night sky, laid bare to each other in every sense.

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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hi there!! i have a request for youuuu

could you maybe do spencer x bau!reader where the reader is a year clean from self-injury and they have like a little get together with the whole team for it (the original crew, season 2) and everything is happy and okay lol

THANK YOU SM!! i am in need of comfort

Hi lovely! Slight betrayal of the prompt because it's been forever since I watched the show with Gideon instead of Rossi, so I hope that's alright. Thank you for requesting honey, I really hope you're doing well <3

cw: implied past self-harm

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ♡ 1k words

These cooking classes at Rossi’s are becoming a semi-regular event. He always claims it's because every one of you could seriously use the help, but he doesn’t really bother selling the lie to your team of profilers. You all just want to spend time together, and he’s nice enough to host.

“You’re way too excited.” Amusement livens Spencer’s tone as you practically skip up the steps of Rossi’s too-large house.

“You’re just jealous,” you say, “that last time Rossi called me his star student and said your gnocchi was as good as mashed potatoes.”

“They’re not really very different from mashed potatoes,” Spencer mutters, but his hand is fond on the small of your back as he reaches past you to ring the doorbell.

JJ is the one who comes to the door. “Hi!” She pulls you in for a hug, giving your shoulder blades a happy squeeze.

“Hi,” you say back, slightly bemused. JJ is a hugger, but usually only on special occasions. You saw her just yesterday.

Spencer rubs a gentle back-and-forth just below your waist at your confusion, encouraging you through the door. “Hi,” he says. “Did you guys start already? It smells like garlic.”

“Rossi pre-made garlic knots.” JJ rolls her eyes, leading the way to the kitchen. “He said he didn’t want to give us the chance to botch it.”

You laugh. “Course he did. At least we won’t all be salivating and trying to eat ingredients this time.”

“See, she knows exactly what I mean,” Rossi gestures to you as you enter the kitchen. “That’s why you’re my star pupil.”

You blush at the rare praise, and Prentiss and Morgan both stand.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Morgan pulls you away from Spencer and into a one-armed hug. You pat him awkwardly on the back. “Glad you came.”

“Of course I came,” you laugh as Prentiss comes over with a glass of wine. “Thanks, Em.”

“Cheers.” She clinks the rim of her glass against yours, oddly smiley. You shoot Spencer a look which he very conveniently misses, and suspicion twitches to life in your head.

“Cheers,” you echo. “So, what’re we making?”

“Lasagna,” Morgan says. “But according to Rossi, it’s extra Italian.”

“It’s lasagne al forno,” Rossi corrects him, pinching his fingers and bopping his hand up and down with each syllable, and you have to suppress a smile at how completely unironic the gesture is.

“It’s beef lasagna,” Prentiss simplifies, ignoring the look of offense the old man shoots her way as Garcia comes in the door.

“Hello, hello!” She beelines for you, wrapping you in a tight, warm hug. “Ugh, I’m so proud of you! How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” you tell her, more and more confident you know what’s going on. “How are you?”

“I’m amazing.” Garcia releases you but not really, taking one of your hands in both of hers and squeezing. Her eyes are downright twinkly with cheer. “Positively sublime, my friend. Ready to do some cooking!”

“Same here.” You smile, squeezing back. “I’m just going to go wash my hands really quickly.”

You don’t have to look behind you to know Spencer is trailing you. He’s hardly left you alone all day, relentless in his doting. You’d thought he was just in one of his more affectionate moods, but now it’s clear why.

For a few moments, the only sound in the bathroom is the smooth sound of water running out of the faucet. Spencer brushes past you to get to the soap, and you push your long sleeves up so they won’t get wet. “You know what today is?” you ask him.

You can feel him looking at you in the mirror, but you keep your eyes on your hands as you lather soap between your palms.

“Of course I do,” he says softly.

“Does everybody know?”

Spencer rinses his hands, drying them on the towel. “I think so. I didn’t tell them, but I’m sure they remembered the same as I did.” His hand finds the crook of your elbow, thumb damp where it slides over a fine white line just under the edge of your sleeve. The contact isn’t anything special; it’s gentle like all Spencer’s touches, an offhand brush of his skin against yours like there’s nothing wrong with you at all. Your throat clogs unfairly. “It’s an important thing, you know?”

“For me it is.” Your voice is smaller than you’d like it to be. You stick your hands under the faucet, relishing the feel of the hot water. “I didn’t expect anyone else to remember, though. It’s kind of…I mean, it’s just a year of doing nothing.”

“It’s not.” Spencer’s palm slides up the length of your arm to your shoulder blade. He rubs between them, quiet until you meet his eyes in the mirror. “It’s not,” he repeats, gently emphatic. “It’s a year of not doing something, and I know it hasn’t been easy for you. It’s an accomplishment, honey. You should get to celebrate.”

“Wait.” You narrow your eyes, a new suspicion taking root. “Is this…are we here tonight because…” You feel silly for even asking, and your gaze drops back to your hands as you dry them on the towel. “Because of my thing?”

Spencer shrugs, borderline sheepish. “I mean, not exactly. We did all want to be with you tonight, but everyone knew you wouldn’t want a party or anything. So it’s more…more of an excuse, really.”

You sigh, turning and resting your head on Spencer’s chest. “How am I supposed to react to that?” you ask him, voice fragile.

His hand comes to rest on the top of your head, a grounding weight as the other continues rubbing diligently between your shoulders. “You don’t have to,” he says. “You’re allowed to feel any way you need to, everybody knows that. They all just want you to know they’re proud of you.” He slides the hand on your head down to cup your face, working your face away from his chest to look you in the eyes. His smile is small but brimming with an affection too big for words. “You’ve been doing really great, you know that?”

You laugh a little, pressing your knuckles under your eyes to dry your lashes of tears that never fell. “Thanks, Spence. For everything.”

“Hey, you did all the work,” he tells you, hand finding its spot on your back again as you lead the way out of the bathroom. “We’re just happy you did it.”

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rubiehart · 14 days

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🏵️; 𝐬𝐨𝐥 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫 - send in any prompt from this list and a character and i’ll write a short blurb based around the prompt!

Heyyy, love! I found your account today and ive become obsessed with how you write JJ! I was wondering if you could do prompts 11, 30, and 29. thank youuuu so much and congrats on 1k

thankyouu so much jayj is my fav🙈 (evidently)

prompt 11: edging

prompt 29: toys

prompt 30: body worship

he’s laying on his stomach between your legs, watching as your needy pussy clenches around nothing, he holds the small bullet vibrator to your clit, watching with a cocky expression as you beg, even you’re not sure if you’re begging him to continue or stop.

he attaches his lips to your lower stomach, suckling at the soft skin as you whine, hands grasping the sheets as the pleasure overwhelms you, the coil in your stomach tightening impossibly tighter as he practically wrestles your thighs apart, your orgasm so close…

jj clicks off the vibrator when your whines get more desperate, he conceals his evil smirk into your tummy. “jayj i was so closeeeee!” you whine, pouting as he chuckles, not paying attention to you.

“so pretty mama.” he whispers, smiling up at you with hooded eyes, still leaving soft kisses along your lower stomach, slowly making his way down to your mound as your lips part, no sound leaving them.

“talk to me, what’dya want?” he says quietly, kneading the fat of your thighs gently, a little gasp leaves your mouth at the action and you stumble over your words adorably.

“i needa cum.” you whisper, knawing nervously on your thumbnail. he looks up with a cocky grin, canines glinting. “yeah?” he challenges and a shy smile creeps onto your face. “mhm.” before the familiar buzz of the vibrator is heard, and he swears you’ll be coming in thirty seconds.

#rubie’s 1k follower celebration! ₊˚⊹ᰔ #🏵️; sol de sur ⋆.˚#jj maybank blurbs #anon ꨄ︎*#jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #jj obx #jj maybank blurb #outer banks #jj x reader #obx #jj maybank headcanon #jj maybank obx #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank prompt

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sugawhaaa · 2 months

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hi love how are youuu <3<3

So, as my p1harmony writer of trust, i shall confess that i am in desperate need of jongseob content. And maybe youve already seen this, but this. This makes me *feral*.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3sYJK3voX5/?igsh=MWx1eGFtcG9yNXR3Zw==

I dont know who decided that its a good idea to put im in a crop top and pants like that, but *lord*, they deserve an award. Anyway, you probably know what im hinting at, and in case you dont, man's looking *tasty*

Pls whatever you can come up with is fine i will literally mention you in my will because I am actually deceased right now thank youuuu mwah<3 have a good one and thx for listening to my random jongseob rant byeeeee<3<3

JONGSEOB ONE-SHOT

"I already know how it feels,"

Warnings::none (?)

Genre:: friends to lovers, little bit suggestive

Pairing:: bsf!jongseob x fem!reader

A/N:: sorry this is sooo shorttt it could've been longer but I feel like for this prompt it's quite good.

Request:: hiii I'm good ty ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ thank you for all the compliments (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) and dw I am down bad for Jongseob this era too 👌mwah mwah ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ ur request made my day and I'd listen to your rants any day (╯✧▽✧)╯

You turned off the shower and pushed the curtain aside. You stepped out of the tub and dried off your body and hair. You did some basic skin care like a cleanser, toner, and moisturizer before wrapping your warm towel around your body. Your hair still dripping a bit. You opened the door from your bathroom and walked to the main area of your hotel to see Jongseob. You blushed as you stared at him, water dripping from your hair.

"Sorry..." he says softly with pink cheeks. His brown turtle neck sweater swallowing him. You sigh.

"It's fine," you chuckle and go over to your bedside. Jongseob carefully scoots over to you, his headphones that are wrapped around his neck still playing some Lofi beats. As much as he told himself he had no romantic attraction to you his eyes were still glued to your exposed skin and wet hair which made his heart flutter. You used your handheld mirror to brush out your hair and through it, you could see jongseobs curious and filthy eyes.

"You see something?" You said in a teasingly seductive tone.

"N-No!" Jongseob jumped and looked away. You giggled at him with a smile.

"Are you sure~" you teased further as you leaned closer to him, putting your mirror down. At first he looked away from you but after a moment he looked back at you. His eyes went from your face to your chest and a twinkle could be seen in them. "Don't act like I didn't see that little glance and smirk!" You say as you hit him.

"Hey! It was just a second," he tried to justify himself as he moved away from your violent hands. You laughed.

"How would you feel if I stared at your private parts?!" You crossed your arms jokingly.

"I already know how it feels," he said with a light smirk. Your heart paused before you realized what he meant. Now what do you say? I mean it was just because of your curiosity and to be honest, sometimes you just couldn't help it because I mean it's pretty uh prominent... "You're blushing," he teased as his hands crept closer to you.

You stammered as you tried to come up with some excuse or explanation. His fingers walked up your arm slowly. "Yesterday when we were at the hotel pool, the day before that at the food court in the mall, the day before that when we were on the car drive to our trip your eyes were just so glued to..." he chuckled as his headphones played Britney spears quietly. Your face may as well be pure red. You shook your head but Jongseob grabbed your chin and kissed you. "We're leaving in twenty minutes to go to the buffet. Be ready," he smiled before standing up and heading to the door. Leaving you a flustered and confused mess, your heart racing...

Meanwhile, Jongseob outside your room was having a panic attack. Did he say too much? Did he cross the line? Did he touch you uncomfortably? Was he being too cocky? Oh he was just freaking out.

#p1harmony fluff #p1harmony smut #p1h jongseob #kim jongseob #jongseob x reader #p1harmony jongseob #p1harmony jiung #p1harmony

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queenspiderb1tch · 2 months

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Send help

In other words please send me some fic/art prompts bc I am dealing with writers block AND art block and it’s such a bummer.

I’ll add some DOs and DONTs below, and you can have some of my art practice as tax ~<3

Ships that I love (but I’d be willing to try my hand at others ofc)

RadioApple obvi

StaticMoth (I hate myself for it, but yes)

StaticRadioApple

Huskerdust

Fizzarozzie

What I WILL do

Soft ship fics (OTP or OT3)

Non-ship fics (platonic)

SFW or NSFW (will only do SFW art)

Angst or Hurt/Comfort

Slice of life/Domestic

Feral/Unhinged cannibal stuff

What I WON’T do

Hardcore BDSM

Anything involving cheating on a partner

Major character death

A/B/O

Daddy kink

Just send the prompts through the “ask me” in my bio ~<3 Thank youuuu

#fic request #radioapple #hazbin hotel #fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie #staticmoth #helluva boss asmodeus #fizzaroli helluva boss #alastor hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel

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gaycrittercentral · 5 months

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the kissing bruises or scars prompt would be so sweet for sam and max!

Ooooh yeah it would!! :Dc also aaaAAAGJFJSHSG I’ve never actually gotten a response on one of these things thank youuuu :’>c

For this one I kept struggling to think of smth good so I decided to redo an old comic of mine that I love dearly hehe, here it is!!

teehee I'm love the them :>c they're just really married and they love fucking with each other ok. ok it's entirely too late I gotta pass out now (also, original comic is under the cut! I never posted it here because the style is real outdated now lmaooooo)

why'd I ever draw Max's wrists so little and tiny. what was wrong with me lmaooooo

#sam and max #sam and max freelance police #freelance husbands #my art #asks #prompts

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dumplingsjinson · 8 months

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hello!! can you please do a list of “texts that make me want to throw my phone at the wall because it gave me butterflies and idk how to deal with all of those feelings” prompts? i’ve been in a mood for teeth rotting fluff idkw haha thank youuuuu x

List of “texts which gives me mad butterflies” prompts

“Wish you were here with me :((

Sending the cutest, most wholesome meme and attaching a simple “Us” at the end. (MATE, STFU AND TAKE MY RING AND ACCEPT MY MARRIAGE PROPOSAL RIGHT NOW, I’m not even JOKING)

“You’ve got me smiling like an idiot right now, you know?”

“I miss youuu :((“

“So when do I get to see your pretty face again?”

Them sending a selfie of themselves with the caption of “;)” and the other character just going feral over the picture

Character B waking up to a long paragraph of Character A saying how much they love them

“Good morning/night, love <3”

Character B using Character A’s name/nickname in their texts in a playful manner (Just fucking take my SOUL already, this shit makes me melt every time!)

Instead of a text, Character A receives a voice message from Character B and it’s the cutest shit ever. Bonus points if it’s a voice message after they just woke up, and their voice is a lil’ raspy and UGH.

“Can’t stop thinking about you <33”

Character B taking a picture of something, sending it to Character A and adding “this reminded me of you!” or “Saw this and thought of you <3” (could either be something funny or cute or alludes to inside joke of theirs — the possibilities are endless)

Messages where they’re asking how each other’s day has been. It’s so simple but SO sweet.

“I don’t know if you know this, and if you weren’t already aware… I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOUUUU <333” (bonus: the other character replying “Bubba, trust me, I know”)

“I WANNA SEE YOU AGAINNN AAHHH” “we literally just parted ways” “i know but i already miss youuu :((“ (as much as I say I don’t like clinginess, THIS TYPE OF ENERGY IS SOMETHING I WANT)

#writing prompts #prompts #otp prompts #fluff prompts #writing scenarios #request #texting prompts

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