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on a plane for the next 10hrs. if i’m able to write a single paragraph of anything, i’ll consider it a win. do me a favor: sleep as much as possible for me so you can help me time skip? i love you 💕

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do you think the two of them ever get into accidents bc they’re having fun and having sex and Yeah this is So Nice until maybe adrien will press too hard down on her clit with a toy or maybe marinette might stretch his ass too fast too hard and the two of them have to slow down and take a breather because OW. ow.

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i found a bunch a BUNCH of videos i’ve saved on this phone about this one guy that i have the total fangirl hots over and i just want you to know that he May be the reason why i realized that i was unsatisfied in myself because i want to be hot enough to date someone like that. the fact that i base luka on this man is irrelevant

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she feels gross and perverted but what if kitty has this ridiculous unecessary crush on an ig guy and and and and he’s just a really hot guy with a black tee shirt and sweat pants and he’s just kinda not doing much. he doesn’t really post thirst traps but he’ll post a few photos of what he bought at some place or another, holding a sandwich or a drink in his hand, and his hands are so big and heavenly that he dwarfs them. and like, kittys sooooo gross about it. she masturbates just looking at his ig account like a whore. when she finds out he has full sleeved tattoos she actually screams

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i should answer comments

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actually you know i don’t really care for humiliation in fics, maybe it’s because i’m not in the mood and i just want to be babied, but i would much rather spend a week writing about kitty being pampered and smothered in kisses and hugs and orgasms while telling her that she’s doing great, than…. whatever else.

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and good gravy no one is gonna make fun of me when i write a lil fic where marinette is in the middle of one of the worst work days of her life barely making it through from how much it sucks only to see luka walk through and she just BURSTS into tears. i’m talking full on CRUMBLES like a napkin

and she’s distressed and she’s sobbing and luka’s standing there like ????? because ah shoot what the— is she upset at him?? how come she smells like she’s MOURNING??? how come she can’t even look at him in the eye??? she shoves herself in the pantry bc guests are starting to scent a distressed omega and there’s two alphas— different families— trying to walk up to her and give her a tissue to wipe her tears, because she’s tiny and small and omega and, and

“what’s wrong?” luka asks her, kinda in the pantry but also kind of out of it. he’s hanging by the doorway. unsure. just one shoulder alone is the size of a man.

she’s still sobbing into her hands, using a couple of bags of flour as a seat. she’s so SMALL. “i saw you and i started crying.”

“i saw that.”

“because i love you,” she sniffles, and cries again, because aaahgggh. “i’ve been having such a shit day that i want to break something but i won’t because i am too scared to do that type of stuff but the feeling is there and i’m sad. and then you’re here and you’re— i love you,” she wheezes again. hands come out like a toddler asking to be picked up, she makes a noise that has him walking over and knealing right next to her. “i’m so happy you’re here and i’m so happy that i realized how bad my day was and i’m just— hhnnnbnnnnnmm.”

my head has been absolutely splitting open for the past three+ hours so we are NOT!!!! going to make fun of me when i inevitably start writing about kitty being babied by luka. understood? no one say anything when i write about luka hugging her and the two of them are swaying back and forth like a slow dance in the middle of their kitchen with the lights dim because kitty's migraine is making her taste colors she shouldn't be able to. and no one is going to make a Peep when i write about his low baritone voice saying that it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. she's tearing up from pain. he's kissing her better. understood? underSTOOD?

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all i ask is for luka to gather up a little kitty in his nice arms and kiss her cheeks until she’s feeling better and purring again. and then to fuck her like he hates her, but telling her at every point how much he loves her. hands (paws) clapped at the back of her neck, forcing her face into the pillow, dragging his cock in and out of her until his knot is the only thing that slows them down, telling her “god i love you you’re so perfect for me i could never imagine not having you” while he makes her filthy and trash. every time he spanks her ass she shrieks and he laughs and fucks her just as well and he’ll curl his fingers through her hair and make her look up at him from how he bends her. “oh kitty,” he’ll mumble, nipping at her neck, “fuck, god, i love you so much.”

i need obsessive fucking please. no humiliation. just luka really desperate to keep kitty in his bed and praising her. no reason at all tho

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do you know what i love about writing. i love that i can write and it just exists. i can't explain this to you. i could write a fic right now, 1k words, of kitty and luka cuddling. and??? it exists. and it's my fic. i wrote that. meeeee :3

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my head has been absolutely splitting open for the past three+ hours so we are NOT!!!! going to make fun of me when i inevitably start writing about kitty being babied by luka. understood? no one say anything when i write about luka hugging her and the two of them are swaying back and forth like a slow dance in the middle of their kitchen with the lights dim because kitty's migraine is making her taste colors she shouldn't be able to. and no one is going to make a Peep when i write about his low baritone voice saying that it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. she's tearing up from pain. he's kissing her better. understood? underSTOOD?

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damn . izy knows how to write lesbians. why did you not finish that other fic

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made the mistake of reading one of my own fics and now i’m hungry and i’m desperate for a girlfriend

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me with no service no friends no nothing: i should answer comments

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I hope you are so aware you write the best fic's ever, lowk if I had to rank my comfort fic's, FLP would 1000% be number 1

RAAAHHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANON?!?!???!?!?!!!!! AND THE FACT THAT I HAVEN'T POSTED IN SO LONG................... IM SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!

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sorry i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry

marinette would never wear pants she’d wear dresses and skirts and tights. overalls are allowed tho

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yeah yeah yeah we know that marinette washes adrien because he's her little boytoy thing boy cat thing man baby thing. but after the shower she dries him and fluffs his hair and calls him cute and chokes him out with her tongue because he's so hot and cute and baby and hers and awwhhhh sweeetieee ughghhhhghhgh. and then she'll spray him with her perfume— you know, that one perfume that he got her for christmas, the one that he bought a million of, that one? so he's horny all the time just thinking and smelling her, her, her , her, her, her,

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marinette laughs— laughs, like it's funny, like the fact that he's panting at her kneecap is something hysterical to her.

"what is it?" she asks.

is it worse that she's paying attention to him, now? he's mortified. him like this... lord...

when she looks down at him, her eyes are glass and crystalline, and her smile feels offputting and wrong—- but, but, her attention away from him feels too much like a punishment to let her keep doing. so he'll whine, try to look helpless, even if it makes her laugh and smile and gently curl those sinful fingers in his hair, because that means she cares. right?

all the more to make him whine and puff against her silky thigh, miserable at the feeling of precome pooling against the rug underneath him.

"oh, i see. does my kitty-cat want a treat?" she whispers, opening up the gap between her legs to let him fit his nose and mouth in between, already licking into her cunt.