Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these
💚 - friendship
💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond )
💔 - past relationship
💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away )
💛 - hateship ( enemies )
💟 - friends with benefits
❤ - romantic relationship
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(or add +reverse for my muse to touch yours)
VIOLENT
🔪 – stabbing them
👊 – punching them
✋ – slapping them in the face
👞 – kicking them
🎀 – pulling their hair
FLUFFY/FRIENDLY
🍭 – stroking their hair
🖐 – high fiving them
🤝 – holding their hand
👄– kissing them on their [place of choice]
👐 – hugging them
💅 – painting their [finger/toe] nails
🤧 – comforting them when crying
🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured
💃 – dancing with them
👗 – adjusting their clothes
👒 – brushing their hair
NSFW
👋 – spanking them on the booty
💋 – giving them an open mouth kiss
👅 – giving them a love bite on [place of choice]
✌️ – fingering them/jerking them off
💦 – eating them out
💫 – pulling their hair
🔥 – grinding against them
💧 – bathing them
Deep, desperate eyes peer down to the raccoon below his own stiffened arms which framed around the other. His breaths were already low and heated, softly landing on the gray complexion of his companion. The chief himself may have been caught off guard by the blunt words, yet there was nothing but truth and passion held within them. Staring longer at the gruff face beneath his own fueled the desires further.
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[🚬]~ HEATED BREATHS huffs out from his chest as he feels his heart pound like a racing horse’s hooves. The warmth of the other’s body --- his COMFORTING SCENT, TOO --- combined with a desire that burned deep within his core overtook his need to question WHAT was going on. He cranes his neck up, giving a soft grunt, while huffing out his nose. While unsure of what came over the officer, TENNESSEE WASN’T COMPLAINING.
HIS HANDS trail down the larger male’s body, claws tracing the firm muscles of his spine. Hearing the dominance in his voice, feeling him CRAVE the raccoon with a firm grasp around his waist. Hearing that gruff HUSKINESS in his throat gets his ears to perk, brilliant hazel eyes glancing up. He recognized the look in the other’s eyes --- passion, lust, desire, call it whatever. The raccoon, for a moment, wondered how long that look had been in the canine’s eye. Has he ALWAYS gave such looks to him ? Tennessee didn’t know. Hell, he didn’t care. The way the other took a PROTECTIVE sense of possession
❝ DON’T KEEP ME WAITIN’, country boy. ❞ His own voice --- normally suave && mischievous --- lowers to a DEEP GROWL. The cold nose pressing against his skin, followed by soft, airy kisses, brings out a purred moan. Toes curl against the floor below him, tail swaying HAPPILY behind him. His claws tighten, one hand reaching up and SOFTLY stroking through the thing fur atop the canine’s head. Legs spread, welcoming him with pleased growls. ❝ Y-you ain’t half bad . . . nnn . . . right there . . . ❞
’ i want to hear you moan and scream my name. ’ -copper,,, 🐶🐶🐶💦💦💦
{A nsfw meme I’m too lazy to find – NOT ACCEPTING}
@lonedstars
[🚬]~ SHARP FANGS sink into his own lips as he feels his back PINNED against the kitchen counter, PLEASED GROWL r u m b l i n g out his throat. Wicked grin stretches across thin black lips, back arching back. Although the raccoon wasn’t sure WHAT had came over the officer ——— HE WASN’T COMPLAINING. A simple visit with friendly teasing turned to HEATED LUST. His body SHIVERS at the canine’s words, eyes growing HALF LIDDED as tail sways behind him.
ROLLING HIS JACKET OFF HIS SHOULDERS, Tennessee lets his scarred arms become exposed thanks to the black tank top ADORNING his frame. One hand holds the counter behind him, the other, reaching under Copper’s chin. In ONE SWIFT MOVE, he drags the other’s head down, grinding his nose square against his own damaged ear. It seemed as if he was trying to ENCOURAGE this behavior even more. The raccoon wouldn’t hide it ——— his sudden aggression, his husky growl, the TENSE AROUSAL filling the room … it turned him ON.
❝ SOMEONE’S BEIN’ A BAD COP, isn’t he ? How about you . . . make me S C R E A M YOUR NAME, officer … HM ? ❞
"Can you shut up for one second so I can enjoy my drink for once?" Ratchet mutters to the 'coon, a small glass of whisky pressed between his fingertips. // never forget how these two started LMAO
[🚬]~ ❝ HEY, you’re the one drinkin’ cheap whiskey on a MONDAY NIGHT. ❞ A playful, teasing remark slips from his lips as brow lowers ——— the tug of a SMIRK stretching across his muzzle. With the amount of back && forth BICKERING && BANTER the duo did, chances are one could mistake them for an old married couple . . . well, someone who’s never seen a LOMBAX OR A RACCOON could, anyways.
TAIL SWAYING BEHIND HIM as he stands from his seat, Tennessee knew he couldn’t bite his tongue any further. There were few things he couldn’t take in life ——— one of the BIGGEST offenders being bad liquors. The cheap, watered down stuff most he knew drank INFURIATED HIM. All it left one with is a BAD HEADACHE. Stretching up to reach the shelf above them, he pulls a small bottle with a black label, quickly sliding it over to the uppity male.
❝ IF YOU WANNA e n j o y yourself, try this instead. It’ll put some FUR on your chest ! ❞
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