#mynamesnotfreckles

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I want the K(irschstein)!

Send me “I Want The K” and I’ll generate a number!

13. Stomach Kiss

You cute little nerd you

Tongue traced lines through freckles, between each little star against his tan skin. A soft palm applying perfectly placed pressure to the crotch of Marco's jeans, Jean's eyes opened barely to lock onto his face. His lips brushed gingerly over Marco's pecks, breath puffing over one of his nipples as he made his way downward, to his goal. Yet he stopped at the brunet's tummy, grinning and deciding, hey, why not make him laugh a little? So he pushed his lips on his belly, right above his belly button, blowing a raspberry really quick and stopping after chuckling a couple times, and after running out of air. Smiling like a 5 year old in a candy store. Knowing Marco would probably scold him for ruining the moment, Jean decided to press his hand a little more against his pants once more, just to show his real plan.

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///Oh crap more of you answered that post then I thought....

I'll message you all in a bit.

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"It’ll be an adventure!"

''I don't want to go on an adventure.''

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*puts a flower crown on his head* hi~

''Oh, hello. What's that for?''

[erwinniwre]

(￣▽￣)ノ - we don’t talk but hi~ (●⌒∇⌒●) - you fab, senpai (◕‿◕✿) - you’re cute (´ε｀ )♡ - i want to kiss you ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ - i want to hug you

u///w///u how kind thank you very much

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“Pretty Please”

Put “Pretty Please” in my inbox and I’ll generate a number 1-40 and see what prompt we get! Mixture of angst, silly, romantic, and NSFW prompts!

09. Your muse tries to kill mine in blind rage!

“M-Marco… H-Hey, calm down, really.. Wh-What happened?!" Jean’s words weren’t going through, he knew it. The taller boy was still coming to him, walking at a slow, eery pace. Shit, I’m gonna die. That was all Jean could think of. Marco had just… snapped. He came to their house, completely angered, and now that he had a knife, Jean sure had to get out. Now. He had stumbled backwards, gripping the door knob behind him and struggling to open it, his hands shaking too much.

Lifting his free hand, he whispered, his throat dry.

“Marco… Please don’t…”

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{ Text: Freckles:} eyyyyy lmao

{ Text: Freckles:} this is strange to randomly get but hey I’d totally tap that

{ Text: Freckles:} i mean what

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☼

Send my muse a ☼ and I’ll generate a number to see how they react (( NSFW VERSION ))

10. … to yours pinning my muse against a wall

“Shit, Marco! " Jean snapped in a reaction to being suddenly pushed up against the wall behind him. His hands were beside his head, pinned their by Marco’s. Brow furrowed, Jean noticed how close Marco was, and his cheeks involuntarily bloomed a bright red. 

“Wh-What the hell are you doing…?" Jean asked quietly, the muscles in his face relaxing so his expression smoothed out.