CD Writes

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[cd-with-a-keyboard]

i physically cannot get anything done today but here is some tooth rotting fluff for ya

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ink - myebi/comyet

nightmare - jokublog

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Ink laid in Nightmare's arms, his head resting across his shoulder gently. He absentmindedly stroked at one of Nightmare's tendrils, while the other three wrapped around him tightly.

He let out a soft sound of delight as Nightmare started stroking the back of his head. Nightmare smiled, his eyes closing as he let himself sink into the moment.

He felt Ink shifting in his arms, and he tried to remain still. Ink had a thing for moving around way more than he should while they were cuddling, and he had learned not to make a big deal out of it.

Out of the blue, he felt something brush against his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, to find Ink perched over him, their faces only separated by a few inches. He leaned down, giving Nightmare the same sensation from earlier as he pressed a soft kiss to his nose.

"You dork," Nightmare said in a quiet tone, looking up at him with an amused expression.

Ink let out a soft-sounding snort as he placed even more kisses on his face. Nightmare chuckled, his hands sliding against his hips to hold him in place.

Suddenly, he leaned upwards for a kiss against the mouth. Ink's eyes widened in surprise, before he melted into the kiss near instantaneously. Nightmare's left hand reached up, caressing his cheek as they parted.

Ink smiled down at him, slowly sinking back down into their cuddles from before. He rested his chin on his hands in the center of Nightmare's chest, staring up at him with the same loving expression he always had when he looked at him.

"Love you," he said, the corners of his mouth curving upwards as he said so.

Nightmare smiled, his tentacles wrapping around Ink as he melted back into the furniture they were laying on.

"Love you too, Inkstain."

[cd-with-a-keyboard]

i continue to fail writing anything long so you know what i’m just gonna make some random prompt up and go with it.

creativedeath because i know @laurarose1701 likes the ship and they cute okay

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Ink by myebi/comyet

Reaper by renrink

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Reaper sighed as he felt yet another nudge against his back.

“You know, I’m working,” he said in a carefree tone, beginning to reap the soul he had been harvesting.

Ink let out a small huff from behind him, walking around to meet his gaze with his paintbrush in hand.

“I’m working too!” he argued, crossing his arms as his eyelights shifted into to red diamonds. “We’re technically always working, so pleaaase, Reaper?”

Reaper sighed, setting his scythe aside. “C’mon, Inky. You know I hate it as much as you. Just give me a minute, okay?”

Ink watched him continue on with the task at hand with a look on his face. He sighed, plopping down cross-legged next to the scythe.

He looked at it for a moment, before an idea came to mind.

He glanced at Reaper, making sure he wasn’t looking, before scooting closer. He held his brush in the air, slowly trying to bring the scythe closer to himself. After a few moments, he managed to catch hold of the space between the blade and the handle, and brought it into his hands.

He looked between them for a moment, smiling like a madman. He held the scythe in his left hand—a bit closer to the blade than it should’ve been—, and Broomie in his right.

“Oh, Seth, what ever will I do without you?” He began acting in a higher-pitched voice, wiggling Broomie up and down as though it were meant to be talking.

“I’m sorry, Broomie, but I have to do this. You have to stay here.”

Reaper overheard, and he turned his head to look over his shoulder. Once he caught sight of Ink leaning into the brush with an odd duck-faced expression, he chuckled a bit and began to watch.

“But Seth! I can’t live without you!”

“I know, Broomie. You’ll have to stay strong..”

“Nooo!~” Ink dramatically launched Broomie into the air, throwing it over his shoulder and falling onto his back for extra effect.

Reaper let out a small snort, leaning over to watch the play. Ink’s expression shifted into a smirk, and Reaper realized too late what’d he’d done.

“Ink!” Reaper cried, as Ink suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck and began to pull him down face-to-face with him.

“Are you done with work, now?” Ink asked with a child-like and clearly faked pout on his face, staring slightly up at him to create the ultimate puppy-eyed expression.

“I—I..” Reaper stuttered, staring down at him, caught off guard. “Oh, fine.”

Ink snorted as he shifted his eyes away, and Reaper narrowed them at him.

His expression suddenly melted when Ink leaned in for a kiss, and after freezing for a second, he began to lean into it eagerly. They smiled against each other before breaking apart.

“So, Nice Cream?” Ink asked happily, still holding Reaper in place with both hands.

“Sure, Nice Cream sounds great,” Reaper replied, pulling him upwards and leaning in to peck him on the cheek.

He sighed dramatically, picking up his scythe as Ink walked over to grab Broomie. “You know just what to do to get your way, don’t you, Ink-drop?”

Ink grinned wildly, turning around to look over at him. “Yep!”