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“what is the soup of the day?” adrien asks, barely looking up from the menu at milky’s.

marinette, barely blinking, scribbling down on her clip board: “whiskey, probably.”

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you just KNOW that marinette dresses up plagg with a single TY beanie babie tag for halloween one night

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“if you loved me you would do me raw,” kitty sniffles.

he can’t help the way his smile goes feral, pulling at his snake bites. “if i didn’t love you, i think the two of us would’ve set this house on fire by accident a long time ago.”

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imagine being a tiny little black kitty and your owner is the most attractive single man you’ve ever encountered. you get to sleep in his lap EVERY DAY. this is what i want

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i’ve been playing bauldur’s gate a lot recently which has actually helped so much with— fire lily petals, actually. isn’t that funny. the game is making me think a lot about it. maybe it’s the magic and adventure. maybe i just hear british voices and i think of fire lily petals. maybe i don’t need a good reason to think about flp

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kinda wish i had the time to write a oneshot in the same vein of 4am where kitty gets head for the first time and she’s kinda confused about it

because it feels good and feels nice but she’s so much more aware of how performative she feels that she’s not actually enjoying it

she eventually has to tell him to stop, or maybe she even pretends to come, just to save grace. i don’t think it’ll have a particularly specific ending, i just want to write kitty sitting there like …??? and unsure, but no specific reason of course

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another idea that i have is a prim and proper little kitty who always sticks to the rules falls in love with a much older man luka who very much does not. he smells like tobacco and pretends to not notice how flustered it makes kitty whenever he breaths slowly out in front of her and she smells his breath that tastes like his last cigarette. her lashes flutter so gently. she squirms in her seat. luka has her wrapped around his finger.

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i’ve been playing around with this headcanon for a few weeks now where luka has a kid. i’m not sure if he has a daughter or son, but he has one— he had one with chloe an extremely long time ago, just when he first got to college. accident baby. chloe decided to raise the baby as hers, and refuses to let luka be a present dad. he pays child support. he wants to be a good dad. but he’s in his late twenties and chloe refuses to let him see his own child because she just doesn’t like him and luka’s always so sad.

somehow he and kitty end up together. unsure how or why. i just like the idea of a somber luka

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i haven’t been here in a while but i Do have things to post

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i’ve been trying to write a post for this blog for like eight days now. i hate this so much

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kitty does this thing when they’re watching tv or a movie which is she Will put her feet (socked) on luka’s side or thigh or lap or whatever, and knead with her feet. especially if she’s too far away to cuddle, she’ll just use her feet instead.

she does it without realizing.

luka will also ignore it because he’s too used to it.

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i know it’s not technically writing but i’ve convinced my bf to make a video whenever he massages my hands (this is how he stims) and he has allowed me to dress him up for the video, it was be just of his hands so i’m allowed to make lukanette content . hurray

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kitty complaining about how she hasn’t orgasmed in a while

luka, sighing, mentally putting on his cat-owner hat, “don’t worry, i got you,” he mumbles,

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“biiiiiig stretch,” adrien mumbles, cooing as kitty squirms in his arms. his cock presses up against her cervix in a way that has her panting.

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i miss talking here. i miss writing. i wish my job wasn’t so draining. i wish i didn’t have to pick between writing and doing other chores that i need for the week

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kitty turning into sap bc luka likes to stim by massaging her and it drives her nuts bc he’ll just idly be trying to fix her posture while the two of them are out having dinner and it’s so natural and normal for him to run his fingers against her back that she’s dizzy from all the touch and

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"the question is simple," luka says, in that tone of voice that makes her itch and bare her teeth on mere principle, "are you bisexual or not?"

"does it matter?" she scoffs, feeling pissy, looking back down to her icecream.

"i just want to know if you're interested in boobs."

"stop asking me about my sexuality," she growls into the pot. she's halfway done with it. the spoon is her savior. victory will be hers in the perfect sense of accomplishment having finished at least something for the day.

"you're scared of the answer?"

she's courteous enough to spare him a glance. "what does it matter if i like girls? i'm dating you."

"do you like boobs?" he reiterates.

"yes."

"then you're probably bisexual."

"it's not at all in my bingo card to be doing this right now," she moans. he tries to reach for her tub of icecream, but she's quick, aware of his attempts to stop giving into her sweet tooth, and shirks back and away from the table he reaches over. that grin of his is far too cocky and cute for someone she should be upset over. "all i want is to have a nice, comfortable date with my boyfriend in our own kitchen where i eat my weight in sweets and you comfort me after a shit day."

the quiet settles and she keeps eating, satisfied she's made her point.

but luka is an ass. especially with that smile of his.

"i just want to know if you'd be interested in watching lesbian porn with me in order to get you off and make you feel better," luka says, as nonchalantly as a man can, as she inhales and chokes on her spoon. "personally, i think tribadism is really relaxing and hypnotic."