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koririchanart ยท 4 months ago
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clingy boyfriend!Sukuna ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ
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ak319 ยท 2 months ago
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Lovesick bubbly hubby x fem reader
ใƒŸโ˜†Headcanon#3๐“ฒ
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(Warnings: Contains mpreg (bxg pairing, YES, boy x fem reader), and matriarchal themes/gender role reverse so don't interact if you are not comfortable!! โ€Žโ™กโ€งโ‚Šหš)
โ™ฅ๏ธŽ Headcanon #2
๐Ÿญ"Narin, just one more paragraph, c'mon. Then we can go get some ice cream."
"You know, you're the cruellest wife anyone could have. Making me do assignments in this condition."
"What condition? You're fine, Narin. You're not even the one typing your essay. Just one more paragraph, c'mon, you can do it." He acts as if he's in his last months, when heโ€™s only three weeks in. After another exaggerated sigh, he finally gave in, and you closed the laptop with relief.
"It's your last semester. Just get it done, and then your lifelong dream of staying home will come true."
"Are you taking me out for that ice cream or not?" You chuckled, getting up and offering him a hand. "Let's go."
Narin finally got what he wanted after so long, but deep down, he knew it wouldnโ€™t be enough to pull him out of university. Still, the thought of becoming a fatherโ€”of your childโ€”filled him with uncontrollable excitement. He just prayed that your family wouldnโ€™t cast an evil eye on the baby. Hmph! Lost in thought, he unconsciously placed his hands over his stomach as you drove, unaware of the silent storm brewing within him.
Meanwhile, your mind was all over the place. First, an unexpected husband, and now a child on the way?! You couldn't stop worrying about the future. You never imagined yourself as a mother, especially not with a husband like Narin, who could barely take care of himself. Maybe he would mature once the baby was born... or would you just have two kids to look after instead? How did this even happen? Werenโ€™t you both careful? Wasnโ€™t he taking pills, too? Well, it didnโ€™t matter now. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him, hands protectively resting on his stomach, looking content and as happy as ever. You sighed and decided to put on some music to drown out the spiralling thoughts. Soon enough, you both reached the ice cream shop.
Months passed, and Narinโ€™s university days came to an end. It had been three months into his pregnancy when one day, you came home to find him curled up on the sofa with Prince. There was no usual excitement, no running up to greet you like he always did.
๐Ÿญ"Narin? You okay? Is something wrong?" By now, the panic in your voice was impossible to hide. You gently made him sit up, cupping his face, and your heart sank as you saw his puffy, red eyes. He was still sniffling, avoiding your gaze, his usual brightness nowhere to be found.
"Narin? You're making me worried. Tell me, what's wrong, baby?"
"I-just-what if you... leave me?! Does your family think I'm not competent enough to bear your child?! Because I feel like it!" His voice cracked with emotion, and you could hear the frustration in every word. Where was all this anger coming from?
"What are you talking about? Who said that?! And why on earth would I leave you?" You could feel your own heart racing. Narin might be childish and immature at times, but he was still your husband, and you cared for him deeply even more so now. Why couldnโ€™t he see that?
"I would never abandon you. Never, you or our child."
"What if itโ€™s a boy? Like me?!" His voice trembled with insecurity, his eyes wide with fear. It was clear the pregnancy hormones were heightening all his worries. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to stay calm. He needed your reassurance more than ever now.
"Then weโ€™ll love him just the same, Narin. Just like I love you." He finally looked into your eyes.
"Listen, Narin baby. Youโ€™re very, very important to me. I love you and our future child, no matter if theyโ€™re a boy or a girl. I just want you both to be healthy, and my family wants the same. No one is doubting you, and if they are--just tell me their name. Iโ€™ll have a talk with them myself. Now, tell me, did someone say anything to you?"
He shook his head sincerely.
"Then?" you asked gently, stroking his hair.
"I... just had these thoughts..." he whispered, voice trembling slightly. He grasped your collar tightly, his body now almost in your lap. "You wonโ€™t leave, right?"
"Never." You held him closer, your voice firm with reassurance, and yet he needed more. He needed to drown in that reassurance, to feel it in every part of his being. You held him tighter, but it still didnโ€™t feel close enough. "And donโ€™t let these thoughts ruin your mood or stress you out. You hear me? Promise me, you wonโ€™t."
He nodded, but this time he clung to you like a lifeline, his fingers tightening in your shirt. "Promise," he whispered, his heart racing. He knew that you were not going to leave him but he just wanted to make sure and...was bored. Damn, he can be a really good actor if he wants to but in all seriousness, it's important to remind you that he is now your everything, your new family. In his head, there was no room for doubt. You belonged to him, and no one else could ever come between you two.... and now three of you. Not now, not ever.
In his eyes, the most delightful thing is making you run for whatever he craves, even if itโ€™s the middle of the night or a drive to another town just to get a snack he tried once. He revels in the fact that youโ€™ll do anything for him, and he takes immense pride in bragging about how caring and romantic his wife is. He squeals with childlike excitement when youโ€™re out fulfilling his whims, loving how dreamy and devoted you are.
But lately, thereโ€™s a shadow of sadness in his eyes as he watches you work harder than ever. Youโ€™ve started a new venture with your friend, and itโ€™s consuming more of your time and energy.
๐Ÿญ"You should take a break now," he said, plopping down next to you on the couch and peering over your shoulder at your laptop. His tone was light, but there was an edge of concern beneath his playful words. "I donโ€™t want to be a widower in this condition." You jerked your head towards him in shock at his bluntness. It was classic Narin--his naive habit of saying whatever came to mind without fully thinking it through. You just sighed, shaking your head at his antics.
"Iโ€™m not dying here, you donโ€™t have to worry. Iโ€™ll be done in a few minutes."
"Why are you even doing this?! Isnโ€™t your salary enough-"
"No, itโ€™s not enough. Certainly not for the future when the kid is going to grow up and go to school and stuff." Narin grumbled, leaning his head against your chest with a sigh. He was like a needy kitten, wanting your comfort and attention, and the warmth of your chest made him feel a little safer. 'As disciplined and farsighted as ever. So fucking hot.' Well, he is kind of glad too, now that you are working so much, you rarely have time to visit your own family. Hehe. That's right wifey, work for me and your child now, our child.
"Yeah, youโ€™re right. And also, itโ€™s not like weโ€™re going to have only one, right? I was a single child, so I want more than one kid. Got it?" Your hands paused momentarily over the keyboard.
"Um--yeah, but focus on this one for now..." Narinโ€™s smile widened as he traced his finger lightly across your chest. "Oki! Our kids are going to be the prettiest and the smartest!"
You couldnโ€™t help but smile at his enthusiasm, even as worries about the future tugged at the edges of your thoughts. "Of course," you replied softly, placing a gentle kiss on his crown before returning to your work. In that moment, the presence of each other made the stress feel a little more bearable.
@mel-vaz ๐Ÿญ
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darlingsodivine ยท 3 months ago
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๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’…๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’š๐’๐’–.
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’”๐’‘๐’Š๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’” ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐’„๐’๐’๐’•๐’“๐’๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’„๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’”, ๐’๐’“ ๐’”๐’„๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž๐’”, ๐’๐’“ ๐’”๐’‰๐’–๐’•๐’” ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’, ๐’๐’“ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’‘๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’†๐’….
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’†๐’™๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’„๐’“๐’–๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’…๐’†๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’…๐’Š๐’… ๐’˜๐’“๐’๐’๐’ˆ. ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’š ๐’Š๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’„๐’“๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ? ๐‘จ๐’“๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’†๐’๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰? ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š'๐’๐’ ๐’…๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ! ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’‡๐’Š๐’™ ๐’Š๐’•! ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’”๐’˜๐’†๐’‚๐’“!
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’๐’” ๐’–๐’๐’„๐’๐’๐’•๐’“๐’๐’๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’๐’ƒ๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•๐’Š๐’„๐’–๐’๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’๐’๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’„๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’”๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’๐’“ ๐’‚ ๐’…๐’Š๐’‡๐’‡๐’Š๐’„๐’–๐’๐’• ๐’„๐’๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’Œ๐’†๐’“- ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’๐’๐’†. ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’‘- ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’‘, ๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’•!
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’…๐’ ๐’๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’˜๐’†๐’‚๐’“ ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“, ๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’•.
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’•๐’‚๐’Œ๐’†๐’” ๐’Š๐’• ๐’–๐’‘๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’ ๐’†๐’™๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’š ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’ƒ๐’๐’†๐’Ž ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’“๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ- ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’† ๐’๐’“ ๐’•๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’!
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’” ๐’‰๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’๐’†๐’–๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‡๐’†๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’… ๐’๐’ƒ๐’๐’Š๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’–๐’”๐’๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’„๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’š๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’†. ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‰๐’‚๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’…๐’๐’๐’†?
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’‚๐’Š๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’‰๐’–๐’• ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ'๐’” ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’…๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’‚๐’”๐’Œ๐’†๐’… ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’”! ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’„๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’„๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’…๐’†๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’… - ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’‘- ๐’•๐’ ๐’‡๐’Š๐’™ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’ƒ๐’๐’†๐’Ž- ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ.
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’‡๐’‚๐’๐’๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’Œ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’…๐’†๐’‡๐’๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’๐’‚๐’Ž๐’†, ๐’‘๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’š ๐’„๐’“๐’๐’„๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’” ๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’†๐’Œ๐’”- ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’…๐’'๐’• ๐’•๐’๐’๐’… ๐’š๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’๐’๐’†! ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’๐’๐’๐’š ๐’”๐’‚๐’Š๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“! ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’…๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ!
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’‚๐’‘๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’›๐’†๐’” ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‘๐’–๐’• ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’…๐’” ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ'๐’” ๐’Ž๐’๐’–๐’•๐’‰- ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Œ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’…๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’˜๐’“๐’๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’๐’—๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ'๐’” ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’• ๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’‰๐’‚๐’Ž๐’†.
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’ƒ๐’๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’ƒ๐’๐’†๐’”, ๐’‰๐’Š๐’„๐’„๐’–๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‘๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’“๐’–๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’‡๐’‚๐’„๐’†, ๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ๐’†๐’… ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ'๐’” ๐’‚๐’Ž๐’–๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’†๐’๐’„๐’†-
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โ™ก ๐‘๐ž๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐„๐ฆ๐›๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž โ™ก
[๐™Ž๐™ก๐™ž๐™ข๐™š๐™—๐™›๐™ญ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™™๐™š๐™ง]
There is nothing better than a bath in the summer heat. The feeling of cool, refreshing water against your skin, combined with the scent of your favorite candle and the soft, comforting embrace of bubbles, never fails to relax you and put a smile on your pretty face.
As you submerge yourself in the water, you can feel it gently massaging your muscles, relaxing your body. The sensation is both calming and rejuvenating, as if the water is washing away all your stress and worries.
It feels so good, too good, way too good.... for it to just be water. You glace at your tights, and sure enough, it wasn't just water touching your skin. There was a small blueish part of your slime boyfriend that he separated from his main body and was now gliding over your tights.
As you lifted him up with your fingers, his small jelly-like body suddenly formed a small mouth and goey eyes, and he pouted dramatically.
You looked at him, and asked, "What are you doing, darling?"
He wobbles and wiggles in your hand, desperately clinging to your skin, as he whines, "You left me alone. It felt awful being separated from you. I just wanted to be with you."
"I told you I was going to take a bath," you said, placing him down on the bathtub tray. "You can't just stick to me all the time. Sometimes I need some alone time," you added.
He sulks, his slime form slumping down onto the bathtub tray and spreading out into a puddle. "But I want to be with you," he complained, his voice whiny and childish. From the little goey puddle, two hands form making grabby motions, reaching out toward you.
Let me take a bath with you" he begged. "I can clean your back and massage your shoulders. Please, please let me join you,"he added, trying to convince you.
"Alright, alright, you can join me, "you said.
He immediately regained his round solid shape, and his expression lit up at your words, his goey eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Yay!" he exclaimed cheerfully as he bounced on the bathtub tray and landed with a splash in the water.
"That's more like it!,"he said as he wriggled enthusiastically in the water. "Now I can get back to what I love doing best, touching and loving you, my dear!"
As you leaned back in the tub, with your head resting against the edge and your eyes closed. He happily resumed his affectionate care, sliding across your body in a gentle and soothing manner. He takes great pleasure in touching and caressing you.
At some point, his small slime form rejoined his entire slime form, soaking up most of the water. He then oozed and flowed around you like a second skin. With each movement he made, he cleaned every inch of your body, leaving a refreshing coolness that soothed the summer heat.
๐™ฐ๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐š› ๐™ฝ๐š˜๐š๐šŽ
๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜–๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ป ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ.
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Clingy!George Weasley x gn!reader
Summary: George comes in your dorm after his last class very clingy and sleepy.
Warnings: hugs, cuddling, kisses, ect.
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George hurried to your dorm the moment his last class ended. All he had thought about that day was you. He just wanted to be held and cuddled by his lover after a long day. He knocked on your door softly, praying you were in there. The moment you opened the door George launched himself at you, hugging you. You stumble backwards at the sudden force but you regain your stance and hug him back. โ€œHi my baby,โ€ you say affectionately to the tall ginger boy. He just smiles against your shoulder, soaking in your touch. You pull away from him, not realizing how upset it would make him. George looked at you like a hurt puppy, pouting at you. โ€œWhat baby?โ€ You ask confused. โ€œI want loveโ€ He pouts angrily.
You giggle at his words and lay on your bed. You open your arms for him and once he notices his eyes light up. He launches himself into your arms and cuddles against your belly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and help himself close to you. You ran your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other hand rubbing his back. He smiles softly up at you as he feels his eyes get heavy. You lean down and kiss the top of his head softly. As you love on the boy you eventually hear his breathing slow down. You take a minute to make sure heโ€™s truly asleep before you decide to close your eyes too. You fall asleep a few minutes later, both of you entangled in each other.
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A/n: This is rlly short but I think itโ€™s sweet so Iโ€™m posting it. Lmk if you enjoy it and if you have any tips PLEAAASSSEEEE lmk
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lying in his bed, he groggily rubs his eyes and checks the time.
11:35 am
he rolls to the other side of the bed, your usual spot, and holds your pillow close to your chest, taking the last bit of scent he can before rolling off the bed and flopping on the floor.
he softly groans and picks himself up, his long velvet robe falling down his shoulders, leaving a sexy peek of his muscles -- but for who? he pauses thinking of how you would sneak glances every now and then, of him, what he's doing, adoring you.
he thinks of how you would wait for him to come home, wrapped up in his clothes, taking in his scent.
but the roles had changed
he walks and starts his normal routine -- hopping in the shower, the steam encompassing his toned thighs and rather small waist. he looks at the shampoo bottles, picking up a cute small bottle floral scented. just like you.
he sighs and walks out of the shower, checking the time. it's been a minute. and a long one without you.
flopping on the bed without even getting a change of clothes, he reminisces about you.
how your cute smile breaks out when he teases you, showing off your cute dimples that absolutely make him swoon -- gosh you took his breath away
the way your eyes sparkled in the moonlight, your dark pupils reflecting his eyes...
you were a painting. a reflection. a-
he pauses, with a loss of words. you were just, just perfect.
so perfect for him.
but he just can't believe it. how you left this morning.
so sudden, it hurt him.
he picked up his phone, fighting the urge to call you again. for the 100th time today.
were you ignoring him? thoughts start flooding his mind and he reaches for your fragrance
the door clicks.
"darling, are you home?"
he hears your voice, sweeter than the heavens, as soft as a feather, and he runs to the door
you look at him with a face of shock, but it slowly turns into an uncontrolled line of giggles as his face goes hot red
"oh did you miss me that much?"
you tease him smelling your fragrance and shampoo on him
you lean in, struggling on your tippy toes, and he effortlessly picks you up, leaning closer until there's no space left in between the two of you.
"yeah, i missed you."
he pauses, his voice husky. he looks away from your eyes, down to your soft, pink lips
"i missed you a lot"
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strawberryfairi ยท 2 months ago
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Things you do to mess with your clingy bf that makes him crash out instantly
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Ft: The tokyo rev "crash out boys" SFW (definitely suggestive though)
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Acting like you don't wanna hug, cuddle, or kiss him. Especially when you move your face away when he goes to kiss you (doing this one publicly too is just triflin' lol)
Guilty Crash outs: Wakasa, Izana, Koko, Shinichiro, Chifuyu, Mikey, Kisaki, Takemichi, Kakucho, Hakkai, Smiley, Kazutora, Yamagishi
When you tell him to leave the room while you're changing...
Guilty Crash outs: Shuji, Smiley, Draken, Sanzu, Wakasa, Ran
When you purposely start talking about another guy just to make him jealous
Guilty Crash outs: Keisuke, Izana, Kazutora, Draken, Kisaki, Shinichiro, Hakkai, Takemichi, Sanzu, Taiju, Chifuyu, Rindou, Yamagishi, Mitsuya
Telling your bf that some other man paid for anything on your behalf (this one is heinous lol)
Guilty Crash outs: Koko (catastrophic crash out), Taiju, Draken, Mitsuya, Keisuke, Rindou, Ran, Shinichiro, Sanzu, Kisaki, Mikey, Kazutora, Wakasa, Smiley
Telling him that the last time he ate your kitty-kat๐Ÿ˜ป you faked an orgasm (heinous...just heinous...)
Guilty Crash outs: Shuji, Wakasa, Draken, Sanzu, Mikey, Rindou, Mitsuya, Shinichiro, Kisaki, Kazutora (All of these munch boys are having devastatingly bad crash outs with this one)
Giving him the silent treatment
Guilty Crash outs: Takemichi, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Wakasa (he's so clingy anything would have him crashin' out fr), Keisuke, Mikey (I feel like he would do so many annoying things to try and get you to talk to him again), Izana, Koko, Kisaki
Randomly giving him an eye roll or side eye for literally existing, and not telling him why you're looking at him like that
Guilty Crash outs: Draken, Keisuke, Hakkai, Takemichi, Yamagishi, Taiju, Kazutora, Shinichiro, Rindou, Sanzu, Mikey
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Can I get a Seth x reader where the heโ€™s just so in love with the reader heโ€™s clingy but she loves him and the pack makes fun of his clingyness but they are happy for him and while they think theyโ€™re alone they get touchy and before they could finish the pack walks in on them and they realize that Seth is clingy because
yes yes you can ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ hope you enjoy :)
human behavior - seth x reader
The love was hypnotizing. It was definitely a trance. At least it was for Seth. He had no shame in displaying his lovesick ways. He never wanted to feel no other emotion other than the one he felt, just by being around you.
Staring into his eyes was your favorite. It was satisfying and honoring to look into his soul see how much love for you that it could carry. He hated leaving your side. Always there. You never minded it. In fact, you would set the pack straight whenever the jokes came.
โ€œSeth caught the love bug.โ€
โ€œLittle puppy in love.โ€
โ€œI never see you without Seth. Heโ€™s merged to you by the hip.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re all just jealous.โ€ you would say to them all with Seth right there to witness. You said it this time with Sethโ€™s arms wrapped around you. His embrace was always so warm and comfortable.
โ€œScrew that, Iโ€™m out.โ€ Quil says getting up from the sitting room, not being able to focus on the television. Once Quil left out, the rest of the boys slowly trailed out of the room one by one.
You and Seth sat on the couch and since there was extra room, you scoot and lay your head on his legs while watching the program on the tv. Seth loved being able to feel your soft hair with his fingers.
You lift your head up, noticing itโ€™s quieter than usual. You look to him, smiling, โ€œAre they gone?โ€
He listens and slowly spreads a smile across his features, โ€œYeah, I think so.โ€
You sit up straight and you passionately kiss him. You really couldnโ€™t do it since an audience was around. Cupping his cheeks, head slightly tilted, you both ate at each otherโ€™s mouths.
You hand slowly slides from one of his cheeks and you look at him, โ€œWant me to make you feel good?โ€ you say to him seductively. Seth nodded with the quickness, loving your boldness. Your hand continues to slide and when itโ€™s sprawled on his bulge, you pepper kisses on his ear. You grab it, not hard, and rub to activate the tingles in his body. You then decide to slide his hand down his pants, wanting to feel the raw bareness of his flesh. Sucking on his neck, youโ€™re jerking him off slightly. Heโ€™s fondling your breasts.
โ€œWhat the hell man?โ€ You heard a loud voice. You snap your head up, Seth retracts his hand, and you fling your hand out of his pants. Youโ€™re met with a couple of his pack brotherโ€™s looking at the scene in horror.
โ€œI thought you guys were gone.โ€ Seth says with his face as red as a tomato.
โ€œWe only went into the backyard.โ€ Jared says and turns out, shaking his head.
โ€œWell that explains everything.โ€ Jacob says as he nudged Quil, who shakes his head in return, as they all retreat back out.
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grunge-sol ยท 24 days ago
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To my princess
Once again I woke up next to my princess.
My princess is the reason why another day comes. For those beautiful brown eyes light up the world I live in.
Once again I started asking myself if I was still in a dream.
You are too perfect to be real, my dear.
What have I done do deserve the blessing that is your very own existence?
I still have no answer.
My princess deserves the world.
My princess is my world.
Mine and only mine.
And I belong to my princess.
Love chained me, but these chains set me free. Because just by looking at you, my eyes are free to roam the night skies.
I adore you, my princess.
Let my soul be your home, and let my body be your sanctuary, forever.
You have spent your entire life suffering. So now that you are mine and only mine, dry your tears. For your sweet smile is the reason I live.
You are my princess. You needn't worry anymore.
You know that I will only look at you until my last breath.
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Lovesick Village Boy x Fem civil servant reader
Part III
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โžบ Part I Part II
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Habib's eyes widened when he saw you approaching the shop, though it didn't surprise him as much anymore. This was the third day you had come, each time asking for cigarettes, always receiving the same answer. Yet, you were relentless. It stirred something within him, feelings he hadn't realized he was capable of. Were you doing this for fun? For your own amusement? The subtle, smug look on your face seemed to confirm his suspicions.
It was the reason he petulantly huffed every night, hugging his pillow, trying to banish thoughts of you. But it was too late. You were already ingrained in his mind from the very first time he saw you. After so long spent away from the world, he was now facing the most dangerous temptationโ€”love. A feeling he had convinced himself he'd never experience. Yet it irked him how unaffected you appeared, how you seemed to delight in the quiet misery he tried to conceal behind his mask.
He wanted to take it off for you... but fear held him back. Still, your eyes, always respectful and free of envy or lust, made the urge burn stronger. No, he couldn't. Someone might see him. Someone might see both of you. The village thrived on rumours, and for Habib, that meant more than whispersโ€”it meant helplessness. Thank God you had the sense to come when the shop was mostly empty, always choosing the early or late hours.
"I can't," he whispered, the same routine, always.
"Not even today?"
"No. Not any day."
"Very well." With a tip of your hat, you exited the shop, and Habib had to summon every ounce of self-control to attend to the next customer.
The next day came, and once again, Habib, alongside his father, busied himself with running the store, responding to the curious questions of those who were surprised to see him out of the house, working. "Why is your face covered?" Of course, they wanted to know. His ears caught the sound of his father speaking with the supplier outside, and slowly, Habib approached the entrance, peeking at the scene.
"What do you mean? You can't just leave out an item from the list and say that--"
"Look, Mr. Kadir, it was an order from the higher office, alright? I have more deliveries to make. I'll see you soon." His father shook his head as the truck drove off.
"What was that about, Papa?"
"Nothing serious. Apparently, there's a cigarette shortage or something, and he couldnโ€™t deliver them today. Some order from above? I donโ€™t know whatโ€™s wrong with the man, honestly. We might need to find a new supplier if this keeps up!" His father's grumbles continued as he walked back into the shop, leaving Habib to ponder the matter.
Cigarettes? Higher office?
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"Did... did you do that?" Habib didnโ€™t know where he found the courage, but he needed to ask you.
"Yes, I did. I ordered that no cigarettes be supplied to this store."
"Why?" Habibโ€™s eyes widened in shock as you suddenly reached across the counter and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. The counter between you was the only thing keeping this exchange from turning into scandalous gossip. But you didnโ€™t seem to care about reputation, and to his surprise, he couldnโ€™t even muster anger. The hand he raised to push you away faltered the moment it touched yours, going limp at the contact. With what little strength remained, he managed to croak out a protest, though it fell on deaf ears.
"I wanted you to know... I donโ€™t come here for them. I come here for you." His entire body shivered, and he had to pause, catching his breath. The idea that he could be a source of your longing sent a thrill through him igniting a spark of possessiveness that warmed his heart.
"Please..."
"Please, what?" Your voice held a teasing edge, a playful challenge hanging in the air as you leaned in ever so slightly. Habib, shy and modest, turned his head away, but you could see the soft flush creeping along his neck.
Don't ever stop coming here. Don't leave my hand. Never. "Someone... someone might see us, and... it could damage your reputation."
"You think I care about that?" You smirked, releasing his hand slowly, letting your fingers linger a moment longer than necessary before slipping them into your pockets. "But, if you say so..." You turned, a smile teasing your lips. "Well, I got my answer then."
"Wait!"
"Hm?" You glanced back over your shoulder.
"I-I didnโ€™t mean--"
"You said something?" His shy glare, so timid and sweet, almost made you laugh. His attempts at anger were always endearing. "Do you want me to still come here?" You asked, voice dipping lower, teasing yet again.
He nodded, his back still turned, his modesty winning out as he tried to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. You could almost picture him pouting as he pressed his face against the wall, trying and failing to escape your gaze.
You walked back to the counter, drawing closer, making him nearly turn again--but he resisted, melting further against the wall, as if he could disappear into it.
"Then pray tell, why should I keep coming here? It seems the one I come for doesn't appreciate my presence. Oh, such a cruel fate I have been bestowed with," you teased, your voice dripping with mock sorrow.
"Iโ€”thatโ€™s not true! I... I do!" Habib stammered, his words barely audible, but the sincerity in them made your smirk grow.
"Fine, my Golrez (rose)," you said, your teasing tone softening. "But for now, I have to leave."
He nearly winced at the swift shift in your voice from gentle to professional. "Waitโ€”t-take this!" He hurriedly placed a small snack on the counter before turning away, avoiding your gaze.
"I swear, you hide from me as if Iโ€™m a monster or something." Your tone was light, but your words struck deep as his ears burned red with embarrassment.
"Well... not my fault you... you..." His words tumbled out as he tried to muster a response, but his shyness betrayed him.
"I what?" You tilted your head, clearly enjoying how easily he flustered.
"Just go!" he huffed, puffed up with embarrassment and frustration.
It was such a fun game, teasing him like this, watching him turn red and die a little of shyness. With a last chuckle, you turned and made your way out to the awaiting car, leaving him with a mix of relief and painful longing.
As you drove away, Habib knew he would spend the rest of the night replaying this moment, already dreading the memories that would haunt him in his dreams, pulling him further into this inescapable feeling.
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The book in Habib's hand nearly slipped when a familiar voice sang out from behind the veranda's pillar.
"My dearest Uncle~~"
"Hi..." Habib muttered, not bothering to hide the mild annoyance in his tone.
"Hi, indeed." Rahim flopped beside him on the ground, leaning comfortably against the cushion with an uncharacteristically smug expression that immediately stirred Habibโ€™s curiosity. "So, ahem, I heard a certain someone has been visiting your shop quite frequently..."
"N-no! Nobody is." Habib stammered, quickly standing to leave.
Rahim blinked, feigning surprise, but the mischievous glint in his eyes didnโ€™t waver. "Alright, Uncle. I'll just go meet the DC myself, then. Perhaps Iโ€™ll even get a picture with her... I must prepare for this important meeting."
Habib froze, his heart racing at the thought. Before Rahim could take another breath, Habibโ€™s hand shot out, gently yet firmly gripping his arm.
Rahim's smirk widened. He had him now. "Oh, I see... someone does care, after all."
"Umโ€”what do you mean...? What meeting?" Habibโ€™s voice faltered, trying to play it off, but Rahim caught every shift in his expression.
"Oh, nothing," Rahim said, turning with a shrug as though it were the most casual thing in the world. "Just the DC coming to visit our school tomorrow."
"O-oh. Hm." Habibโ€™s attempt to sound indifferent was failing miserably.
"I thought if you admitted it, Iโ€™d convey a message for you... but it's fine. I think I misheard about her coming to our store. Couldโ€™ve been someone else, right?"
Before Rahim could fully turn away, Habib tugged him back and flicked him on the forehead.
"You seem to know everything, donโ€™t you?" Habibโ€™s voice held a mix of exasperation and embarrassment.
"Uncle! OW!" Rahim yelped, rubbing his forehead dramatically. "Here I am, trying to be your loyal supporter, and you insult me! Not fair!"
With a huff, Habib dragged Rahim into the back alley of their house, whisper-yelling. "You canโ€™t just go around talking about these things, Rahim! Someone might hear you!"
"Oh really?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Habib protested, trying to feign innocence.
"Oh, you know very well." Rahim smirked, leaning closer. "You think I can't piece it together? You've been in a daze all week, and I saw her leaving the shop the other day! Look at you, you're red!"
"S-so!?" Habib stammered, trying to deflect.
Rahimโ€™s grin widened. "You're in love, aren't you?~~"
"Rahim!" Habib sighed, his resolve weakening. "Fine! I... I do like her." He quickly covered Rahimโ€™s mouth to muffle his loud exclamation. "Are you mad?! What if someone hears? Especially brother Basim!"
"Oh, please. Dad's not home, and it's about time you settled down. Imagineโ€”married to the DC, living in a bungalow, riding in lavish cars, with bodyguardsโ€”
"Rahim! You think I desire her wealth? Is that what you think of me?" Habib's voice rose slightly, and he could see the gleam in the boy's eyes fade as he sensed the seriousness of his uncle's tone.
"N-no, I just--Uncle, I just want to see you happy...living your life with her...away from here.." Rahim replied, his enthusiasm dimming. Habib sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy for his defeated face.
"Rahim... I'm just so... afraid of all this. And... how can I even trust her? Also, the fact that she--"
Rahim's eyebrow shot up at the sudden silence. "She what? What did she do?"
"She seems to have no regard for herself. She's so bold, and I am afraid for her too...she's too careless." Habib confessed, his cheeks heating with embarrassment.
Rahim chuckled, prompting Habib to look away. "Well, she seems ideal for you, I must say. And serious regarding you. I'm surprised you've managed to melt her heart, considering everyone in the village is kind of scared of her. But look, Uncle, she doesn't know anything about you, she hasn't even seen you... fully. Yet she seems to like you. If that doesn't scream romantic and respectful, then I don't know what does."
"That's the thing--she doesn't know about--"
"Uncle, please. Just tell me, do you want me to convey something to her or not?" Rahim pressed, his tone turning more earnest.
Habib hesitated, the weight of the night pressing down on them like a thick fog, shrouding his thoughts in uncertainty. "I.--give me time to think," he finally admitted, the shadows around them deepening as the moonlight flickered, leaving the air heavy with unspoken feelings.
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You were quite taken aback when one of the kids from school wanted to tell you something very important. It left the teachers surprised when you took the boy aside to talk, you were always attentive and considerate when it came to people. So this was Habib's nephew. Interesting.
"Okay, so if I have to talk to him, I have to use you as an envoy?"
Rahim nodded almost pridefully, causing you to scoff playfully. "Mhm. And why can't I just go to the shop and talk to him? Or, better yet, call him on the phone?"
Rahim's eyes widened as he shook his head, glancing around nervously. "No, no. You see, my uncle is very cautious about these things, and you visiting the shop-"
"Trust me, I know."
"And he doesnโ€™t have a phone."
"Why is that?" A familiar pang of sympathy and concern befell your heart.
"Well, because he doesn't feel the need to have one," Rahim explained.
"What about you?"
"I--I do..."
"Hm. I see. Odai, give this boy my number. And Rahim, tell your uncle, I'm free at 8 p.m." A blush crept up Rahim's cheek. You really are serious about his Uncle.
"O-okay, ma'am, I will. Thank you."
"Thank you, too." Rahim grinned as you ruffled his hair and walked away to resume the conversation with the principal. Phew. He nearly peed his pants.
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"Mhm, must be a wrong number."
Rahim nudged his uncle harder, making him yelp, which made you smirk from your side of the conversation. Poor Rahim must be struggling to get his uncle to speak up right now. You cleared your throat, the anticipation tingling in the air.
"H-hello..."
"Oh, so there is someone on the other line..."
"O-of course there is! How do you think you got a call?" He bit his lip, feeling the familiar rush of warmth flood his cheeks. Your light laughter echoed through the receiver, and he could practically picture your smile, bright and teasing, making his heart race with every syllable.
The moment felt electric, and as Rahim left the room with a smirk, granting his uncle a semblance of privacy whilst Habib found himself entranced by your voice.
"I just wanted to make sure it was you," you said, a playful lilt in your tone. "So, you did call. I was beginning to worry..."
Habib unconsciously twirled a strand of his hair, a soft smile spreading across his face. Your voice sent shivers down his spine, wrapping around him like a warm embrace even over the phone.
"Yes, I did. How... was your day?" he asked, a hint of anticipation in his tone.
"Hectic as always," you replied, the thought of your busy schedule tugging at his heart. He wished he could be there to help ease your burdens.
"You didn'tโ€ฆ visit theโ€ฆ shop for the past few days."
"You missed me?" he bit his finger at your query, feeling warmth bloom in his chest at the thought of you thinking of him. "Mhm... a lot," he admitted
"How much?" There you went with the teasing again. But he loved every moment of it, your playful banter igniting a spark within him that he couldn't ignore.
"A--lot... I told you!" he replied, his heart racing, unable to contain the giddiness bubbling inside.
"But I want to know~"
"More... than you for sure," he huffed out, rolling onto his side on the bed, the fabric of his sheets cool against his heated skin. He imagined you lying next to him, the two of you sharing secrets and laughter. Your fingers running through his hair.
"Well, I had work, and I cannot visit the shop daily, y'know. It's a blessing that your nephew got this idea to approach me. Or...was it yours?"
"It was his! I was just-- I agreed."
"I miss you too, yโ€™know. Those captivating eyes, this gentle, soothing voice." The way you spoke made his heart race, filling him with warmth and longing. Each word from your lips felt like a spell, wrapping around him tighter with every passing moment.
Eventually the call ended, leaving him breathless and more determined than ever. He glanced at Rahim who entered back, with an almost mischievous smile on his face. "Looks like you're in deep trouble now, Uncle," Rahim teased, but all Habib could think about was how he would make sure you knew just how much you meant to him.
And just like that, you both conversed for days, getting to know each other. Habib kept most things vague about himself, shrouding his past in mystery, but you knew better than to pry. Still, a part of him dreaded the day you might bring it up, fearing the vulnerability it would expose. On the other hand, he worried if you would ever uncover his history--a secret he guarded with every ounce of his being.
For now, though, he relished this new feeling, this blessing called love. If love is a curse, then he was ready to be a victim of it an infinite number of times, endlessly drawn to the light you brought into his life.
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darlingsodivine ยท 3 months ago
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๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’”๐’๐’๐’–๐’•๐’†๐’๐’š ๐’๐’๐’”๐’†๐’” ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’”๐’'๐’• ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’Š๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’š๐’๐’–
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’…๐’๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ- ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’• ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜๐’๐’†๐’…๐’ˆ๐’† ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’†๐’™๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’๐’„๐’†
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’˜๐’” ๐’–๐’‘ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‘๐’‰๐’๐’๐’†, ๐’”๐’‚๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’ƒ๐’๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’ ๐’Š๐’ 15 ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’–๐’•๐’† ๐’—๐’๐’Š๐’„๐’† ๐’Ž๐’†๐’”๐’”๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’†๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’‘๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’›๐’† ๐’๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’“๐’š ๐’”๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’”- ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’”๐’‡๐’š ๐’š๐’๐’–. ๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’–'๐’“๐’† ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’…, ๐’Š๐’•'๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’‚๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐’”๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š'๐’—๐’† ๐’…๐’๐’๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•?
Please, why arenโ€™t you answering me? D-did I do something wrong? I-Iโ€™m so sorry if I bothered you before, I didnโ€™t mean to! I'm sorry!Please, I'll do anything to make it up to you, I swear...! Please, please please!
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๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’†๐’•๐’†๐’๐’š ๐’…๐’†๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’”๐’†๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’”๐’‡๐’š ๐’š๐’๐’–, ๐’•๐’†๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š'๐’… ๐’…๐’ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’š๐’๐’–- ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‘๐’†๐’“๐’‡๐’†๐’„๐’•... ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’†!
I- I can help you! I can buy groceries, I can run errands- I can even help you pay rent! I can't cook very well, but I'm good at cleaning! ...Please?
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’•๐’” ๐’”๐’ ๐’…๐’†๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’ ๐’‚๐’” ๐’‡๐’‚๐’“ ๐’‚๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’‘๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’‚๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’Ž, ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’”๐’† ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’๐’'๐’• ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’†, ๐’š๐’๐’–'๐’… ๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’• ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ!
I-if you keep ignoring me, I... Iโ€™ll hurt myself. Iโ€™ll cut... Iโ€™ll take this knife and-and... Iโ€™ll carve your name into my skin... I swear it!
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’˜๐’” ๐’–๐’‘ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’˜ ๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’‡๐’‡๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’๐’„๐’†, ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’†
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’‰๐’๐’” ๐’”๐’„๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž๐’”, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’”, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰ ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’˜ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’‰๐’‚๐’›๐’‚๐’“๐’…๐’๐’š ๐’‚๐’„๐’“๐’๐’”๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’๐’๐’Ž. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’†๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’๐’† ๐’‘๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’•๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’…๐’†๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’.
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’, ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’”๐’‰๐’†๐’… ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’•๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’Ž, ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž๐’”๐’†๐’๐’—๐’†๐’” ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’๐’๐’“ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’•... ๐‘จ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’“๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’—๐’†๐’” ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’†๐’•๐’†๐’๐’š ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’”๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’‰๐’–๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’” ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’”๐’Š๐’•, ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’†๐’•๐’†๐’๐’š ๐’–๐’๐’Ž๐’๐’—๐’†๐’…, ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’Š๐’‘๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’Š๐’“, ๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’• ๐’•๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’”๐’‰๐’๐’š.
๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’“๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’Š๐’•.
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’๐’…๐’š ๐’“๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’†๐’”๐’„๐’‚๐’‘๐’†๐’… ๐’”๐’๐’ƒ๐’” ๐’‚๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’š ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’–๐’„๐’Œ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡ ๐’‡๐’–๐’“๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–, ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’Œ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’” ๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’‰๐’‚๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’†๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’“๐’‚๐’”๐’”๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’‚๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’Œ, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’Œ, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’๐’…-
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’†๐’” ๐’‘๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’š๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’–๐’‘. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’ˆ๐’ˆ๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’Œ๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’†๐’š๐’† ๐’„๐’๐’๐’•๐’‚๐’„๐’•, ๐’†๐’š๐’†๐’” ๐’‘๐’–๐’‡๐’‡๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’“๐’†๐’…, ๐’‘๐’–๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’˜๐’. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’”๐’‰๐’–๐’…๐’…๐’†๐’“ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’๐’–๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’†.
๐‘ท๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„!๐‘ช๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’๐’•!๐’€๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’”๐’˜๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’” ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’๐’Š๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐’๐’•๐’‰ ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š'๐’“๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’“๐’“๐’š, ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š'๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’–๐’‘ ๐’•๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–, ๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐’†๐’“ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’•,๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‘๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’†, ๐’‘๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’†, ๐’‘๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’†, ๐’‘๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’†, ๐’‘๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’† ๐’…๐’๐’'๐’• ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž!
๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’'๐’• ๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’.
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smol-eepy-femboy ยท 3 months ago
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Yโ€™know I love looking at all the horny posts, but what I crave most is a wholesome relationship. While I definitely want a mommy to take control and fulfill our sexual desires, I think the only thing that would actually fix me is the wholesome stuff. Cuddles. Cuddles. CUDDLES. Let me cling to you after a hard day at school/work, make out with me for the billionth time just because I wanna feel your lips on mine, let me hold your hand wherever we go because I canโ€™t live without having some sort of touch. Letโ€™s go on cute dates whether itโ€™s build a bear, the aquarium, a walk in the park, a cute dinner, stargazing, a picnic on the beach, etc. I want all of that and maybe that will be what fixes me. I know Iโ€™m not ready for anything because Iโ€™m still not 100% over my ex, but once I am I hope I find what Iโ€™m looking for
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sadistmusings9 ยท 4 months ago
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I know, I know you're touch starved. Needy and desperate for attention. I love it, but don't crawl to me. Don't beg at my feet. Don't ask me for affection. You think you're needy? I'll drown you in my affections. You were starved of touch, of love remember? You can't be full yet, take it, take it all. I warned you, don't give me that sobbing anguished face. You can take it, take it for me. Endure my affection.
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asiandramabitch ยท 3 months ago
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melz-367 ยท 3 months ago
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whats your favourite Jake and Michael hc??
that Michael is like the clingiest person ever when Jake is around
like one minute he's snapping and swearing at some random Ares kid and throwing punches and kicking kneecaps and shit
and then Jake walks in, picks him up and drags him away, where the lil guy just sits on his lap like a happy lil koala getting his cuddles
they're so freaking cute
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realmrszurzolo ยท 3 months ago
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oh no iโ€™m drowning overly clingy puppy bf theo save meโ€ฆ.oh no overly physically affectionate theodore nott bf pls save meโ€ฆโ€ฆ.oh no obedient and whipped bf theo nott help
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