Omg Blake, I Don't Know When To Shut Up Either, Can You Help Me Too?

Omg Blake, I don't know when to shut up either, can you help me too? 😍

This is a WIP! Gonna do everything until "that's one of those times" :)

DAY 4 - ?? (MAYBE? I DONT KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS)

hi just something i had done and wanted to share

its been awhile and thought maybe i should give some sort of indication im functioning (sort of) so hi

this is just some suggestive stuff idk i don't write it often or at all please forgive me ... inspired by this wonderful art please go check out and support the artist

if you do, let me know and i'll personally kiss your hands and bring you something cool

MINORS DNI. SUGGESTIVE WARNING! (NSFW IG??)

(this is not proofread much at all so excuse any mistakes please and thank you)

"Davey,"

He hums, breath puffing across their lower belly, skin sticky with sweat. His fingers and face are covered with their mess, but he doesn't mind. His tongue swipes across his lips for the sweet tang.

His skin jumps when their fingers hit his forehead, then curl into his hair. He whines low when they tug softly, still tender from their pulling on it moments earlier.

Their fingers pause at the curve of his ear, right by his neck. He doesn't remember when he closed his eyes, but they slowly open to gaze at them.

He notices their eyes lingering on the permanent ink covering his upper body. He shifts between their legs, muscles rippling under dark ink. Their eyes follow.

"Do you like them?"

He can tell that he's caught them off guard, their eyes darting up to meet his. Startled, they still respond.

"Yeah... But I wouldn't know what to get."

"How about something like mine?"

He's being bold. Maybe he should be a bit embarrassed, but there's a possessive feeling that swells up in his chest with the thought of them permanently staining their skin for him.

"Okay!" They chirp, nudging his head to the side. "Where?"

"How about..." He moves himself up to kiss and nip at their hip. "Something here?" He smirks at the goosebumps popping up under his touch.

"Or, actually," He kisses the few bottom ribs, feeling the slow rise and fall of their chest. "Here."

When he looks at them, they're already looking at him, grinning.

"You've thought about this?"

"Yeah," He huffs, pressing his thumbs into their bare hips. "A lot, actually."

Jesus.

"Where else would you want it?"

In one quick motion, he has them on their stomach, hand splayed over their lower back.

"Here."

They shoot him a curious look. He rolls his eyes playfully.

"Well, if you have to know, it's so I can see it when I fuck you."

Oh.

He leans down to mumble in their ear, tangling their fingers together, "I want people to know you're mine. In the same way that I'm yours."

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david shaw is one of many things helping me keep my sanity

A lil digital painting of lovely and Vincent cause they deserve all the love in world,, 🥺

i think its very funny that david specifically makes sure to say ‘amongst us’ in his pack speech so that no one will have evidence of him saying among us

How do I desperately ask for prompts (redacted asmr) for fics, without actually saying I’m on my hands and knees rn begging for any crumbs of fic ideas?

Angel (texting David): Yo, we still on for tomorrow?

*5 missed calls*

*phone rings*

Angel *picks up*: y’ello?

David: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ARE WE ON FOR TOMORROW WE’RE GETTING MARRIED