tu bishvat and valentines blankshipping request bingo!
time to air out the tag! it's a minor jewish holiday and i am ITCHING to get back into drawing these goobers again
between now and feb 14th i will be opening my art blog up for blankshipping requests! pick a bingo square prompt, tell me what you'd like to see and i will draw it 👏 requests can be either sfw or nsfw*!
you can request by sending an ask on my blog or by DMing me here or on discord (@ sambuuck)!
(for safety reasons i don't allow anon asks, but due to the enduring horrors of Teh Dramz all requests will be anonymized before posting. 🤫)
i'll mark the image above when prompts have been filled. no worries if you request the same prompt as someone else, i'll still draw your request 😁
ayo, lets go!! 🙌
♥️🪻🪷🎍🌻🌺🌹🌸🌷🌼🏵️💐♥️
*nsfw requests may be posted censored due to tumblr rules. you're welcome to dm me on Discord for an uncensored version 😉
a/n: for the 500 follower bingo! this request was sent in via comment by @lomahdu . i actually panicked for a second when i was going through my inbox and couldn’t find it like did i make this up?? but thankfully i took screenshots of the comments i received lmao
You should have known the storm was coming. The birds had gone silent and the woodsy critters vanished as if they sensed what you didn’t. But you had been focused on the task at hand—stalking game alongside the Heir of Autumn, your bow strung, footsteps silent and careful.
Eris Vanserra walks ahead of you, red hair dampening from the rain, shoulders broad and tense beneath the layered furs of his hunting cloak. You’d been assigned to assist him today and perhaps the little “he requested you specifically” murmured by your colleague before you left had something to do with how distracted you were.
You have feelings for Eris, but who wouldn’t? He is the prince of your court. Handsome and charming as he is lethal. But you are just a huntswoman working out of a small cabin on the edge of the capital village, trailing behind hunters all day and skinning animals by night. You are nothing like the pretty courtier females he sees every day. Your clothes are dirty with blood stains you gave up on removing and you don’t even want to imagine what you smell like.
The sky cracks open with a strike of lightning. Rain pours in heavy sheets, turning the earth beneath your boots to slick mud.
“We need cover,” Eris calls over the rain.
You don’t argue.
He knows this forest like the back of his hand, and without hesitation, turns left through the thickest part of the glade. You follow in his wake, heart hammering harder with each icy drop that soaks into your clothes.
Between an opening in the trees you can barely see it, nothing more than a darkened shape in the distance, but it’s a cabin Eris is leading you to. He ushers you through the door without a word.
Inside, it’s cold and dark. The living room, bedroom, and kitchen are all squished into one large room, and Eris snaps his finger to light a fire in the hearth before peeling off his soaked cloak and hanging it on the hook by the door.
You do the same, peeling damp gloves off numb fingers. You’re dripping wet, hair sticking to your face, and water trickling down your spine.
Eris glances over his shoulder. “There are towels in the closet,” he says pointing to the door behind the couch.
You grab one, toweling your arms and neck before sitting in front of the hearth. You sigh at the warmth, relishing in the way your hands grow hot, but you’re still shivering.
Eris crouches beside you, face half-lit by firelight, eyes scanning you. “You’re freezing.”
“I’m fine,” you lie.
“You’re practically turning blue.”
You scowl. “I wasn’t prepared to get soaking wet today, or else I would have worn thicker clothes.”
He huffs a laugh. “You should start carrying a bag with you. Stuff a coat in it for the next time this happens.”
He stands again, shedding his jacket and revealing a white, low v-neck tunic. You try not to stare at the pale, freckled skin peeking out, the way you can see the indent of his muscular pectorals.
“There’s only one bed,” he says eventually.
You look over. There is, in fact, only one. The couch is threadbare and barely big enough for a hound, let alone either of you.
“I’ll take the floor,” you offer.
“No, you won’t.” His tone is sharp. “We’ll share.”
Your throat dries, but you nod and take your boots off, then hover near the bed, wringing your hands.
He goes to the chest at the foot of the bed and pulls out a red tunic and black pants. “Here,” he calls, tossing the tunic at you. “You can change in the bathroom. You’re not getting my bed wet with those clothes.
You nod mutely and walk to the bathroom, locking the door behind you before you begin to remove your clothes. Eris’s tunic comes down to your knees, nearly the length of your usual night gown, modest enough that you don’t feel too exposed. When you emerge, Eris has already changed into the pants and…is wearing nothing else.
You gulp, your eyes roaming over his freckled and scarred abs before snapping your eyes back up. “I—uh—I just left my clothes hanging on the tub, if that’s okay.”
Eris dips his chin. “It’s fine.”
You both crawl into the bed, Eris using his magic to dim the fire without putting it out. The bed is too small for the both of you to keep a reasonable amount of space between an employee and an employer. You try to keep your distance, curling near the edge, but the chill seeps into your bones. You may have changed clothes, but your hair is still dripping. You can’t help the trembling. The only sound in the cabin is your chattering teeth.
“Come here,” Eris murmurs.
You freeze.
“I can warm you,” he says. “And I can’t sleep with that incessant noise.”
You hesitate only a moment before turning.
He’s already watching you.
Carefully, you scoot closer. His arm opens, inviting, and you press against his chest. One of his arms curls around you. You bury your face against him, breathing in cinnamon and wood smoke. The warmth is blissful. But then you feel it. The brush of his fingers against your spine. The way his chest rises, tense. The steady drum of his heartbeat just below your ear.
And something else.
A coil of need tightening low in your belly. You should move. You should ignore it. But you don’t. Instead, your hand slides up his chest, slow and curious. His skin is hot to the touch. His breath catches, and you feel it the moment he notices. The scent of your arousal hits the air, subtle and sweet—but not subtle enough.
Eris growls. It’s low, guttural. His arm tightens around you, and when he speaks, his voice is barely audible. “You smell delicious. Is that for me?”
You swallow hard but don't deny it.
His nose brushes your jaw. “You’ve been tempting me all damn day.”
“I haven’t done anything,” you protest.
“You exist,” he snaps quietly. “You breathe and I want to burn the world for a taste of you.”
His fingers tilt your chin up. His eyes blaze like twin embers. “I can’t pretend anymore,” he says, voice low and sharp. “Can you?”
“No,” you whisper.
His mouth is on yours before the word has fully left your lips. You don’t even try to stop it. His kiss is all heat and hunger, devouring and desperate. His hand tangles in your hair as he presses you down into the mattress, mouth never leaving yours. You arch into him, every inch of your body aching for contact.
You don’t even notice him take his pants off or pull your panties to the side. You only care that his skin is searing against yours, that his hands know exactly how to touch you. When he finally pushes inside you, it’s slow. Deep. Like he’s trying to memorize how you feel around him.
“Fuck,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours. “You feel divine.”
You can barely breathe. “Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he swears, voice cracked. “I could live inside you.”
His rhythm starts steady, building heat between your hips, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist. You claw at his back, chasing the fire building inside. He thrusts deeper, harder, until you’re gasping, incoherent. He murmurs praises against your throat—beautiful, perfect, mine. Each word sinks deeper than his cock, and it undoes you.
Pleasure shatters through your spine like lightning.
You cry out his name, and he follows with a strangled sound, spilling into you as he holds you through it, shaking with the force of restraint broken.
The storm outside howls.
Inside, there is only your breathing, tangled limbs, the scent of sex and sweat, and something more dangerous blooming in your chest.
Love.
He presses a kiss to your temple, lips softer now. Reverent. “You’ve always been mine,” he whispers.
You turn your face into his neck, warm and full and content.
“I know,” you murmur, tracing your fingers over the flame-marked skin of his back. “I was just waiting for you to realize it.”
ok i went way too crazy for the next bingo request (2,873 words) but i was really inspired!! but it also took me like a half a day which simply won’t do when i have 20+ requests just for bingo. anyways, just letting you guys know i am in fact still working on them and the one mentioned will be posted tomorrow (or later today since its 12am) 🫶🏻
hi, I’m the one who asked for modern AU Azriel for the bingo and I know I was vague and I’m sorry about that, do you want elaboration or can you work with it? Again, I am so sorry. If you need me to elaborate or something let me know.
you can elaborate if you like! otherwise i’ll just write whatever comes to mind.
