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🎄2025 OC CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN🎄 - @moonflowcr
Merry Christmas Ana!
[ tend ] (juliette/tyler)
DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES
[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss
"Is there really no one else who could do this? Not that I don’t trust you with a sharp object, but… I don’t." The redhead looked up from the gash along his side that needed to be stitched up, giving Tyler a quirked brow and he saw the devilish look in her eyes. That look told him she would give him another gash if he didn’t shut up and it had a low laugh coming from him. Chloe was still, at the very least, ten minutes away and this couldn't wait much longer. "I think you’re going to enjoy this," he mumbled and saw the way the corner of her lips twitched into the slightest of smiles. She was twisted and would likely be the death of him one day—only if his mother didn’t get to him first. Tyler tilted his head back, readying himself for the pain of a likely horrible stitch job. Instead, he felt her hand resting against his chest, as if pushing him back a little more before a kiss was pressed to his lips. His bloodstained hand reached up and tangled in her red locks of hair, keeping her close and letting himself linger. He kissed his wife deeply and soon felt ease wash over him. "Mon amour." Tyler heard the words slip from her lips as she pulled back. Eyes were locked on her for a moment before he nodded his head and soon leaned back. She didn’t need his approval, but he was grateful she waited for it before stitching him up.
[ lips ] (nick/lottie)
soft touches prompts
[ lips ] — sender brushes their thumb along receiver’s lips
Lottie was used to Nick’s hands being all over her. She was used to it happening when they were alone or even when people were around to see it. Truth be told, she was even used to it happening with either of them taking pictures to make the moment live on forever. However, she wasn’t so used to have an entire crew around, taking pictures of them while they were half naked with his hands all over her.
There was plenty of shouting, especially from the photographer who moved around. He instructed them to move this or that way, telling Nick where to put his hands while telling Lottie where to rest her own in return. At some point, she was certain she saw Nick duck his head down and roll his eyes, as if he couldn’t wait for the photoshoot to be over.
"I’ll make it up to you later, baby." With her head tilted back, she watched the way Nick’s eyes scanned her face. One of his hands lifted to rest it along her jaw with his thumb brushing over her lips. She hummed against his thumb and soon heard the photographer shout that they got the shot they needed. That was enough to have a smile on Nick’s lips, knowing they were finally done, and it had a grin on Lottie’s features before she pulled his thumb into her mouth to gently bite down.
[ nuzzle ] (juliette/tyler)
soft touches prompts
[ nuzzle ] — sender nuzzles against receiver’s neck
Tyler had gotten used to getting his hands dirty long ago and didn’t mind it anymore, but he especially didn’t mind it now. He hated working for his father in the past, hated being part of that family, and finding himself with Juliette and the Deveraux business was a much needed change. He was actually happy and happiness hadn’t been something he’d ever truly known before.
However, things weren’t ever as easy and simple as they seemed. His father might be gone, but his mother made it so Tyler couldn’t go a day without having to look over his shoulder. Even if she said she would stick to their agreement, he didn’t believe her in the slightest and he clearly shouldn’t have for a reason. Tyler came home after a long day out with Eli and Juliette didn’t even bother asking why his hands were covered in blood, as if she also knew better than to trust his mother.
After scrubbing his hands clean, he gripped the bathroom sink and inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to calm himself down. It did no good, but having her there helped. Tyler felt a hand wrap around his arm, giving a swift tug to pull him along, guiding him from their bathroom and into their bedroom. His wife moved them along towards the bed, soon pushing him back to sit on the edge of it before finding a spot in his lap. It didn’t take long before he felt her nuzzle against his neck, leaving kisses behind on his skin as well as teeth grazing over his neck as well.
This was his happiness, this was his comfort. A hand lifted to tangle his fingers in her hair, keeping her against his neck as his eyes drifted shut and Tyler knew he wouldn’t ever give this up for anything.
📞 (samu/gabi)
send me 📞 and a ship and i’ll tell you…
your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone - [x]
your muse’s name in mine’s phone - asshole 💩
your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone - tbh, probably like an annoying siren lmao
how often our muses text - not very often. they'll currently argue half the time whenever they talk, so it's better they don't text much
what our muses normally text about - they mostly text about jenny right now and what she needs bc then they don't have to talk about what's going on between the two of them
our muses’ last few texts -
[ text - asshole 💩 ] your costume was good, btw. we didn't really talk at your party, but the queen of horror approves. [ text - asshole 💩 ] mine was better, but it's literally my time to shine, so ofc i had to live up to it. plus, i thought about it for months and put a lot into it. [ text - asshole 💩 ] also, when you called me the queen of horror, was that a compliment or an insult? were you say that i know all things horror related or were you saying i'm a horror in general? be careful of your answer or else i will push you in a pool.
📞 (giorgio/val)
send me 📞 and a ship and i’ll tell you…
your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone - [x]
your muse’s name in mine’s phone - hubby 💞
your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone - 'love me like you do' by ellie goulding
how often our muses text - plenty throughout the day whenever either gets a break from work, though that doesn't happen often
what our muses normally text about - currently, it's a lot of wedding planning through texts. val thinks of something and sends him a quick text during a break during work as a reminder for them to talk about it later
our muses’ last few texts -
[ text - hubby 💞 ] i know we've got a lot to plan for the wedding, but we need to talk about the holidays this year as well. [ text - hubby 💞 ] we'll have your mom and my mom coming to visit, obviously, but how many others are coming for dinners? [ text - hubby 💞 ] i can currently think of at least nine others and i know i'm forgetting people, so we should talk about that tonight.
[ rub ] (theo/talia)
soft touches prompts
[ rub ] — sender rubs receiver’s feet
How many times had she been told to stop wear heels? Talia lost count at this point. She didn’t exactly need them for work considering she could style herself in anything while styling anyone else, but she’d grown accustom to them long ago. Being so far along in her pregnancy and wearing heels though? It wasn’t ideal and Talia told herself today was the last time. The moment she came home, she started a bath and quickly let herself soak in it, dipping her toes deep in the water to let her feet relax. It didn’t take long for Theo to come home and find her there, joining her shortly after. When he did and lifted her foot to start rubbing it the same as he did nearly every night at this point, she couldn’t hold back the content sigh that came from her and that earned her a look from her husband. "Don’t you dare look at me like that," she spoke, squinting her eyes as if to glare at him, though the corner of her lips betrayed her when they tugged upward. "Today was my last day wearing heels until this little one joins us. I promise. I can’t do it anymore." Talia shook her head and leaned back in the bath, letting Theo massage one foot and quickly making his way to the next, helping to put her at ease completely.
📞 (theo/talia)
send me 📞 and a ship and i’ll tell you…
your muse’s contact photo in mine’s phone - [x]
your muse’s name in mine’s phone - husband 💞
your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone - she made him do a recording of him saying 'i love you' and it's that
how often our muses text - very often when they aren't together. she texts him random things throughout the day while he's working with andre, knowing he'll reply immediately if he can
what our muses normally text about - currently, it's her texting him whatever craving she's currently having and him texting her that he'll rub her feet and they'll take a long bath together later that evening. it's a pattern for them while she's pregnant
our muses’ last few texts -
[ text - husband 💞 ] we need more peanut butter. actually, i'll text you a list later. we need a few things. [ text - husband 💞 ] do you think you can read to her again tonight? she already loves the sound of your voice so much and she's been kicking away all day. i think you're the only one who can calm her down. [ text - husband 💞 ] i'll be soaking in the bath when you get home. don't make me wait too long, okay? i miss you.