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#theyre not kissing or anything but it is there
privitivium · 2 days
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ok but how about a dom reader whos always busy (workaholic and shi) x an always clingy n touchy sub yan.
like. reader is never at home. and when he finally come back ends up doesn't paying that much attention to yan, sayin 'im too tired' or going to his home office. eventually being followed by yan cause omfg poor boy is basically starving for a little bit of attention. he still declines yan's pleadings tho
then one day this man shows up earlier and completely EAGER for his yan. idk what more can i say. breeding? degradation? daddy kink? dumbification? what could happen when theyre feeling so fucking needy for each other?
(also i love your writing so so much!!!!!!! <3
workaholic male reader, clingy sub yandere ^ rambles. euugh
dumbification works w either imo, reader fucking lover til hes stupid while simultaneously fucking his lover stupid?!
amab//domtop reader/subbot yandere, cw;; breeding, daddy kink, dumbification xd wanna rework this into a more ,,, eloquent fic. soon. have been busy. i really liked this idea so. will do on my own soon.
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workaholic you, growing super distant… obviously making your lover paranoid. because what if you're cheating on him? you aren't, of course - he knows that, but he cant stop those kinds of thoughts from popping into his mind…!!! humping your pillow to ease himself while ur at work, watching the camera feed of you in your office… sigh…. often hearing the dreaded words accompanied by a soft simple pat on his back - not even a kiss... "sorry... please, baby, not right now. i'm too tired." he sobs himself to sleep, knowing you're only providing for him,,,, it hurts!!!
all his worries wash away when you arrive home earlier than usual! concerned, but all the more happy to see you appear in the doorway of your home… breathing ragged, looking all dark and mysterious,,,, the mere sight of you looking all deranged makes him hot and bothered. ignoring the way his dick twitches to life, uhmㅡ
"honey? why are you home so early, sweetheart?” draping himself across your front in a very affectionate hug. he couldnt help himself-! and, much to his delight you were not pushing him awayㅡand practically throwing yourself onto him?!?! hh..h.hh...
there you were,,, grasping his face in your hands, pressing your lips against his so hungrilyㅡ “i need youㅡneed you. need you.” expressing your apparent neediness over and over as you bury your face in the crook of his neck ㅡ he was startled, but so fucking eager to comply? feeling the way your boner presses against him? you were that eager for him just as he is you???,,,,, he nearly faints. tearing up with a now raging erectionㅡ “please, baby, i need you - i need you reallyㅡreally badly-” so fucking happy as he completely smothers you in his love,,,
you don't need to tell him twice,,, throwing the front door closed…,,, leading him to the bedroom, covering his face in kissesㅡeven when there was a perfectly good couch right there to make love on. he won't complain,,,, hes gotten used to the null feeling of toys...,,, so, feeling the very loving embrace of your dick filling him up overstimulates him rather.,,, quickly!!! thinking about how truly awful you are to neglect this pretty litte thing, how could you? so, so very awful.
your darling little lover sobbing on your cock… he's so beautiful - experiencing his love and affection for the first time in forever? berating yourself for being so distant,,, pouring all your frustration at yourself into his flexing taut hole,,,, “mm-misssed you… s-so mu-uch daddy-!” he doesn't seem to catch what he just moaned… too drunk on the feeling of your cock pistoning in and out of him - it feels otherwordly?!
and, i mean. going along with it. with ease, because he deserves everything. especially, anything for your darling lover who just wants affection, your love!!! laughing breathlessly as you piston your hips against his, nuzzling your nose into the side of his head - peppering his face in kisses, “daddy's right here, sweet thing - n-never leaving again, y'hear?” it was… a little odd, but fitting. afterall, you're pumping load after load - breeding him. obviously you'd be the daddy in this situation…,,,,
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mimixmunson · 2 days
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I had a rough time growing up and ive never relaxed around anyone, i was wondering if maybe i could request a little thing with eddie where theyre cuddling and hes helping the reader relax and helping reader learn to trust him, that shes safe now, that she can let go.. nothing bads going to happen..
maybe alittle bit of subspace too?
And she tells eddie that she loves him while shes all doughy eyed and relaxed ❤
Softly and slowly. Eddie Munson x female reader. Angst/fluff. Blurb.
Ty for your request, I hope this is okay. It’s a bit self indulgent but I hope it helps you feel better. My DMs are open if you ever need to speak to someone impartial<3
“You’re okay. No need to worry doll. You think anyone’s gonna hurt you? No chance. They’ll have to get through me, and do you think anyone’s gonna try and fight the freak? Nah. They’re scared of me. So you, little princess, are so safe here.” Eddie mutters, breathing his words into your ear as you lay on his chest. His hair curling over your forehead, he looks down at you with a reassuring smile. You knew you belonged to him. He never treated you like his property, but like you were the most precious crystal he’d ever found. As if you were washed up on the shore just for him to find and polish.
“I promise you. I got you.” His smile beaming from ear to ear, your heartbeat begins to slow and return to its normal pace. Something about being on Eddie’s chest became the most comforting thing for you. It’s like when a baby is born and they lay on their parents chests almost immediately after, soothing the crying to a holt. With your father absent for most of your life, the daddy issues really came to life when you met Eddie. The sort of guy you’d bring home to your parents to piss them off, I mean look at him. A metal head, a stoner, tattoos and in a band called “Corroded Coffin.” You knew your mom wouldn’t approve, she barely approved of you. Always criticising everything you did, putting you down at every given opportunity. But Eddie? He was almost paternal to you.
“They can’t hurt you anymore.” He whispers, running his hands through your hair, scratching at your scalp. His hands massaging your head melted away all of the thoughts, all of the trauma memories that came to light in the panic attack. Eddie knew your past, he wasn’t the sort of “don’t kill yourself you’re so sexy!” Or “don’t do it again.. for me?” Whilst rubbing your scarred skin kind of guy. He was patient, it took years for you to open up to him and he waited. Never pushed for information, never tried to force you to open up about your childhood. He just comforted you, held your hand through the panic attacks, cuddled you through your nightmares and sat in the therapy office waiting room for you every Thursday while you worked on yourself.
“I’m here for you.” He kisses your forehead. The act is so simple yet so intimate. He was right too. He was there for you. He sat with you for hours at skull rock when you got the news that the dad that left you when you were just seven years old had passed away. He was there for you when you were finally diagnosed with complex post traumatic stress disorder, and he wiped every single tear that fell down your cheek. But the best part was, he never expected anything in return. Eddie never tried to cash in on his emotional support to you with sexual favours. He didn’t see you as a doll that you could use when you wanted her. He saw you for who you were, a little damaged but a huge heart with so much love to give.
“Nothing bad is gonna happen to you now baby.” Eddie mumbled as he cradled you, swaying your body from side to side. You let yourself breathe, the breath came out harshly. Mustering up all of the energy you have left to lift your chin up from his tattooed chest, your head feeling a little hazy from the second hand smoke of his joint. You see him, half smiling and brushing the hair from your face behind your ears.
“I love you.” Your voice was breathy and insecure but you knew you meant your words. They didn’t come from your throat, but from the depths of your heart. You lean in, planting a gentle peck on his lips, feeling him smile against you before he agreed, “I love you too.” He’s honey-eyed and his facial expression so gooey and soft for you. Time slows as you stare at each other, so innocently in love with each other. He loves you gently, softly and carefully. You know your heart is safe with him.
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oatbugs · 19 hours
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oh my god u rly are everyone you've ever loved !! for better or worse !! a part of you becomes them!
#i had a moment of lucidity idk im in this café the person i went on a few dates w is coming to see me i said come study w me#and they said okay immediately even though im a town over and i dont like them i really dont feel even a little attracted to them that way#but i did let them bite my neck a week ago and it still hurts i let them hold my hand i just#i never start anything#i let them kiss me. why do i do that? i dont feel anything towards them#and i told them ill probably never sleep with them and i thought thats enough but it really isnt is it#they write poetry about people they meet even once#theyre coming a whole town over to study w me but its not a date i feel nothing towards them romantically and i dont want to lose them as#a friend. this was her line of thinking wasnt it? i would take the train and meet her near her place in ldn and wed study together and#shed let me hold her and she would never initiate much and we were just studying together and it wasnt a date#like . fuck. i dont want to do what she djd to me to another person ever#their shared location map went offline at london bridge like ok theyre in the underground they are fr coming a whole town over#its a short distance but the point is i think i should have taken what my friend said more seriously . she told me i was kinda leading#them on bc what i thought to be just meetups dates might entail more for them#anyway im gonna be clear w them this time maybe#....IT JUST NEVER COMES UP IS THE THING#do i have to clarify even if it never comes up#i do in fact hear myself#ok#the parallels r lining up#aaa
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vodika-vibes · 2 days
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could I ask for Tanzanite with Atin for your followers event? Maybe about how theyre both on the quiet side but know each other well enough to pick up on what the other is thinking or feeling without having to say anything.. Thank you!
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What It Means To Love
Summary: You’ve always been on the quiet side, preferring to listen, rather than to talk. Luckily, Atin refuses to let you diminish yourself for the sake of others.
Pairing: Atin Skirata x F!Reader
Word Count: 760
Prompt: Tanzanite - Perceptive Love
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope this is close to what you wanted.
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You enjoy spending time with your old friends from college.
You do.
Somehow you’ve managed to keep your friendship with them through college and then continued afterward when you all became actual adults.
But sometimes, just sometimes, you feel like maybe they’re not as good friends to you as you like to think.
Like now. When they’re making plans and are kind of…forcing the plans on you. You don’t have the time to go on this trip with them to Naboo, you have way too much work to do, plus you know your friends, and you know that their plans likely involve you taking care of their kids while they go drinking.
But every time you open your mouth to say something, you get talked over.
You’re beginning to think that they think that if they just don’t let you talk, then you’ll have to come on the trip with them.
Panicked, you turn your gaze to Atin, who’s leaning against the counter listening to the conversation with a scowl on his face that’s slowly becoming more and more severe. He catches the look on your face, and he straightens, and sets his styrofoam cup on the counter.
“You realize that she can’t go, right?” He interrupts the conversation.
Your friends turn to look at him, “What, you’re not going to let her?” The ringleader of the group demands snottily.
Atin picks his cup back up and takes a sip of his caf, looking bored out of his mind, “No. But because I actually listen when she talks, I know that she has a massive meeting taking place over the week that you’re planning for your trip. Which means she’s not going to be able to watch your…precious angels,” there’s something odd in his voice when he says that, “When you go to the spring festival on Naboo.”
“That’s not fair!” Your friends turn accusing glares on you, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I tried, you kept talking over me-”
You might as well be talking to a brick wall for all the impact your words have.
“You’re content spending the spring here?” Your oldest friend asks, oldest in the sense that she’s nearly 20 years older than the rest of the women in the room, “With him?”
You tilt your head and your gaze drifts to Atin, his expression is carefully blank. It’s a familiar look. One that he adopts whenever people make comments about him.
And people do make comments about him.
You silently push your chair back and get to your feet, “Atin? Are you ready to go?”
His gaze lands on your face, and a small smile lifts his lips, “After you, cyare.”
You wait for him to walk over to you, and then the pair of you leave the apartment. Atin leads you down the stairs and as soon as you’re outside properly, he takes your hand in his, “You didn’t have to do that, cyar’ika.” He says lightly as he brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles.
“Her tone bothered you.” You reply, “And me.”
“I’m used to it.”
You frown at him, “That doesn’t make it better, Atin.” You bump his shoulder, “Thanks. For speaking up for me.”
“Yeah, well…it was obvious that you weren’t going to do it.” He releases your hand and drapes his arm over your shoulder, “You need better friends.”
“I have better friends. I have you.”
“Oh? Is all we are? Friends?” He grins at you, “Cause I definitely don’t kiss my friends the way that I kiss you.”
You roll your eyes, “You’re my best friend and the love of my life. There, better?”
“Mm, much.” He lightly tugs you to the side, and bumps his forehead against yours, “I hope you know that you’re my best friend and the love of my life too.”
“Well, it’s not like you’ve ever been shy about that.” You tease lightly.
“Yeah, well…my brothers deserve to have you shoved in their faces.”
You giggle, “I’m sure that they don’t.”
He just grins and plucks a recently bloomed flower from where it’s coiled around a fence, and tucks it behind your ear, “There, a flower almost as pretty as you.”
You duck your head shyly, “Thank you.”
Atin’s grin grows, and he lightly taps your chin to lift your head, before he leans in and brushes his lips against yours once, twice. And then he catches your lips in a proper kiss.
And, really, how can you do anything other than lose yourself in him.
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boombaux · 3 months
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theyre watching men in black international
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s0fter-sin · 4 days
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vampire bats share mouthfuls of blood to other bats they’re close to if they weren’t able to feed and now i need old vampire!ghost sharing a bloody kiss with fledgling!soap, giving him mouthfuls of blood bc his fresh fangs are too sensitive to bite with
it’s been so long since he was turned that ghost’s forgotten the deep ache that comes with growing fangs and he almost worries when johnny goes to bite into the meal he’s brought him only to whimper and pull back; only the slightest pinpricks of a bite left in the man’s neck, barely enough to bring blood to the surface
it’s only when johnny whines and massages at his gums that ghost realises his oversight; crooning at his sweet mate in reassurance. he’s not upset that he couldn’t feed, at the unintentional rejection of his offering. he’ll make the pain stop
ghost pulls the man to his mouth and sinks in his fangs, sucking in a heavy mouthful and drops the now paralysed prey back to his feet; his throat steadily gushing with blood and spilling over his body
he cups johnny’s face, looking into his eyes, teary with pain and hunger, and purses his lips to carefully drip the blood into his mouth. the pain immediately vanishes from his eyes, replaced with pure bliss as he opens his mouth wide; curling his tongue to catch every drop. ghost presses his mouth to his in a hungry, blood-filled kiss; tongues twining together as they share the taste
johnny sucks the last of it from his lips and ghost guides him down to lap at the prey’s neck; licking up the blood he was too weak to draw himself. he’s ravenous with it, his whole face covered in red as he licks up the spill and suckles at ghost’s bite
ghost’s filled with an overwhelming pride at having provided for his mate in an even deeper way than just hunting for him. he spilled the blood johnny’s drinking; fed him in the most intimate way their kind knows and he’ll do it a hundred times over for his love
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thirtenth · 2 years
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You know what this means, right?
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oceanwithouthermoon · 2 months
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ive come to realise that i dont actually hate kubokai, i just hate the way people write them
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karamazovanon · 6 months
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an attempt at nastasya's portrait <3
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milkbreadtoast · 4 months
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o yeah btw i liked these guys from the latest crk update..... detective gays.... macaroni and cheese....🤭
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spookberry · 3 months
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guys is it normal to smile lovingly at the Nanny and sweetly thank her for her hard work as you navigate co-parenting your three demonic daughters? and what if she blushed a little when you said her name
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arsenicflame · 1 year
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when will someone pick izzy up bridal style and spin him around? hm?
#it Would upset his tummy but i think he deserves a little holding. as a treat#to be cradled. and spun around with joy#(honestly to me i see this only working as bellhands i dont think izzy would let anyone else get away with it- maybe ed but. thin thin ice-#and i see izzy being too stressed about eds knee to get to unbridled laughter. so sam . hes just appeared; for the first time in a long#time. he sees izzy [they have a little reunion (depending on ~circumstances~ that could just be yelling affectionately at each other like#hey i haven't seen u in a year- or if its after faking his death i see sam getting punched. just a little) they get to kiss a bit etc etc]#then sam just. sweeps him up in his arms. izzy yells in shock and demands sam puts him down but sam just. holds him tighter and#spins him around in pure joy. and izzy laughs#(this; more than anything shocks the crew. they thought the rest of it was shocking- sam bellamy likes izzy???? theyre married???#people think positively about this man they all hate???? wtf wtf. izzy punched sam and got away with it?? the prince of pirates?????#but then izzy is laughing. and theyre astounded. they didn't think he was capable of that. maybe they never knew him at all)#djjdhdhdj ive been. thinking about this. A LOT. today so here#have a ramble about izzy (again)#if izzy not for cradling like lover; why small?#nyxtalks#ofmd#israel hands#izzy hands#bellhands#sam bellamy#i think i went off enough in the tags to quantify those fjdjnd
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two dudes... sitting in a hot tub stone wolf... souls mingled into one complete being but they're not gay
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muzwoom · 5 days
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am i starved of intimacy: the musical
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birdb1tch · 2 months
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sorry thinking abt the bad kids again. thinking about how they keep having to do things that they shouldn’t have to. thinking about how seven girls went missing in their freshman year and they were the only people consistently making progress in finding them. thinking about how they were expected to return the crown of the nightmare kind in a week. thinking about how they couldn’t even get a real break afterwards because they immediately went back to school and then had to fight the night yorb over summer break. thinking about how the bad kids literally BROUGHT BACK THE SUN and the only way they can get school credit for any of it is for each of them to write a ten page paper. for each incident.
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u3pxx · 1 year
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if i keep klav-yearning posting im gonna keep getting apollo justice accusations again and again but you know what. that's a sacrifice i'm willing to make. i can be a foole i can be cringe i can be a little pathetic i want to kiss that man so bad and WHAT OF IT
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