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Six Sentence Sunday

(Linda Voice) : Alright!!

This is for my February 2024 Bob's Burgers Valentine's Collection. An upcoming fic I have for 20 year old Gene where they start a romance with Sasha Whiteman...

“It was open on the ground. I looked through it. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not as long as you can recognize real talent when you see it.”

“Theory isn’t the same as practice, Mr. Belcher.”

“I prefer Mx.”

“Happily, noted, Mx. Belcher.”

“Theory and practice in the fashion world definitely aren’t the same. Tell that to your cousin and her knock off Balenciaga dress.”

Tagging @ozmathegreatand (don't kill me please, you know I love you)

slightly less than six sentence sunday <3

“Are you scared of dying?”

“Come on now, Bobby. You know me,” Lily smiled at him micheviously. “I’m not scared of anything.”

tagging for fun (no pressure) @theangrypomeranian @babsvibes @jimmyjrsmusoems @goldendoodlerlockerlove @keepyourhornson-spyro

Phrases/Actions that have my legs divorcing

All 18+ Prompts | Part 1 of prompts

“Don’t you want to play with me?” 

“Look at me. I want you to watch you come on my fingers/cock/strap.” 

Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it. 

“Yeah?” They say with a hint of teasing to their tone, “And what if I do this?” They say, changing their rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.

Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.(The last one ahhhh) 

Kissing down every inch of your body they possibly can, showing you how much they love you. 

^ Have them murmuring against your skin how beautiful/handsome you are 

“Tell me to stop and we stop. I don’t care what’s happening. All I care about is you.” 

Sighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect them. 

“Behave, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you now.” 

 “Can’t you handle it, baby?” “I can-fuck, I can handle it.” 

“If you want something, you have to use your words.” 

 “Count them for me.” 

 Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine. 

“I bet they can’t fuck you like I can.”  

 Wrapping their fingers around your wrist and guiding you to where they desperately need you. 

“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.” 

 “Act like a brat and I’ll treat you like a brat.” 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg) 

 “Don’t be shy baby, I love the way you moan my name.”

Six Sentence Sunday

This Edition is in honor of Yuri's Birthday Bash!

I have a fic that is currently in the works, but today is the last day of the fandom event, so I am going to post a six sentence Sunday of what I'm working on since I'll be posting my fic late and I have other works to start going into SeeMoreSeymour'sWeek.

With no additional prompting, Viktor shoved his phone in Otabek’s face and scrolled through, showing him several photos of a sleeping Yuri cuddled up next to Makkachin in the center of a large bed. “He’s so peaceful.” Viktor acted as if he were speaking about a small child.

“Honey, give Otabek a moment. Let him sit down first and have something to drink,” Katsuki insisted, putting his arm around Viktor’s shoulders, and guiding him toward the kitchen.  “Could we offer you anything to drink?”

“Coffee, if its not too much trouble,” Otabek said.

“No trouble,” Katsuki said, giving a small smile, trying to hide the troubled expression on his face.

slightly less than six sentence sunday <3

“Are you scared of dying?”

“Come on now, Bobby. You know me,” Lily smiled at him micheviously. “I’m not scared of anything.”

tagging for fun (no pressure) @theangrypomeranian @babsvibes @jimmyjrsmusoems @goldendoodlerlockerlove @keepyourhornson-spyro

See More Seymour's Week - Day 1

I was gonna draw him ribbon dancing but then I was like "what if I drew him in the Bleach Boys band" but then I was like "what if I drew another president & coup joke" but then I was like-

Long story short he's still the school janitor, he's still a weird elderly man and I love him so damn much.

@seemoreseymoursbay

israel is bombing rafah. as you read this, israel is bombing the one place they told palestinians was safe. they kept pushing the palestinians south and now they are bombing the only "safe" place left. israel is bombing rafah.