#sabby thinks

[7yataki]

Can you write sloppy kisses with Maki pretty please 🤗

come, walk with me anon 🚶

imagine... 💭 maki who's inexperienced, never been in a relationship before, doesn't know the first step of asking someone out and the most he's gone with anything romantic was when he got kissed on the cheek by his elementary school crush. reason? he gave her a flower he picked off the sidewalk, and she thanked him with a smooch.

when he told you this, you barely contain your laughter. you're his first ever lover, and you could tell the second your usual kiss transcended into a makeout that he's never gone that far with anyone. so you pull away, telling him he's not using enough tongue and how he's flicking it about like a lizard.

"let me show you, yeah?" you straddle his lap, hands running over his chest and arms in an effort to get him to relax.

maki's breathing is shaky the closer you get to his face. you start with a soft kiss that he immediately reciprocates and then melts into a more hungry, desperate kiss. his groaning is loud in your ears, so vocal with his needs and wants.

his hands are confused, unsure where to be placed, so you guide them right on your ass. he kneads the soft flesh, grip rough enough that it has you gasping in his mouth. you grind on the strain of his pants, sending his head back with a chain of groans tumbling out of him.

you bring his face back to you, admiring the mess you've made of him—half-lidded eyes, bright red cheeks, plump pink lips where his gasps escape. so perfect. 𖹭

maki grabs the back of your head, crashing your lips into his with so much vigor you didn't think he had. he's so hungry, tongue shoving past your lips as he licks so deep into you. you suck on his tongue, moaning as your hips keep moving that he meets with a buck of his own.

everything is so nasty and wet, saliva dripping between the two of you as he holds you close to him. his angled nose rubbing against yours everytime he tilts his head to get deeper into you. air runs out of your lungs, so when you pull away, you're so breathless that it has you lightheaded. the string of saliva that still connected between you stretching thin. maki's sweet dimpled smile almost makes you get on your knees, ready to take this even further and make it an educational session for your inexperienced maki. 𖹭

[7yataki]

haiu. . . can i req some taki x f!reader imagines ? (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)ᕤ but taki has a mommy kink. . . also he has a kink of being called pup. . . :O

oh anon u don't know how crazy i am ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)

imagine... 💭 taki who misses you so bad he's on his knees at the entry way, shifting his weight as the hard floor bites into his skin, but he doesn't care. he'd stay there for hours if he had to. he'd do anything for his mommy. 𖹭

a soft whine slips out of him as he glances at the clock—then back at the door. he has your schedule memorized. he knows you're on the other side right now, rummaging through your bag, looking for your keys. his heart pounds with every second that passes.

the door swings open, and it's like taki's soul comes rushing back into his body. he's on his feet before he can think, crossing the space in two strides and crashing into you. his arms lock around your waist as his face buries in your neck. he almost sends you both stumbling backward, but he catches himself, steadying you both—because he wants to be good. he wants to be your best puppy.

"missed you," he breathes against your skin, voice cracked and small. "missed you so much, mommy."

"oh, puppy," you coo, your tone almost has his knees buckling underneath him.

taki clings tighter to you, a desperate sound escaping him when he involuntarily rubs his sensitive tip against your clothes.

"missed me that much, baby? hm?" your voice drips sweet, it almost has him spilling right there, but he holds on. taki can only nod when your fingers trace his jawline, devastatingly slow as they halt at his adam's apple—right where his collar should've been.

"use that pretty mouth for me." you coax him, his hips jerking, eyes fluttering back in pleasure; this is exactly what he's been aching for all day.

"yes—yes, i missed you so much, mommy—please—" his words tumble out in shaky gasps as the strain against his pants only grows.

you brush his hair back, fingers gentle as they tangle in the strands behind his head as you pull him in closer, lips ghosting over the other, "then show me, pup. show mommy how much you missed her." 𖹭

[7yataki]

ohhhhhhh pookie wookie pumpkin wumpkin……

perhaps a puppy! hybrid taki with bunny! hybrid reader…… who totally hasn’t been stealing Taki’s hoodies to cover up their scent…… bc it’s spring time………

so sorry this took so long my pookie bear ( ;´ - `;)

imagine... 💭 puppy!taki who has started to notice his closet is decreasing in the amount of clothing it once held. he looks around the house, passing by every room in the house, until he gets to yours.

his sensitive nose picks up on the deep, earthy scent of chamomile, like it's been steeping in the room for hours followed by the stray waft of honey that catches the back of his throat with every deep breath. he closes his eyes for a beat longer, letting it settle over him as it seeps through the cracks of the door, wondering—if this is how he's feeling from stray scents he's catching through the cracks, then how deep must it be inside your room?

puppy!taki knows it's spring. he knows this time of year you get much more sensitive and quicker to snap, feet thumping against the ground when things don't go your way, but he's not sure why. poor puppy just can't crack the code yet.

when you get home, you're sweating slightly, body wrapped in his hoodie—the one you've grown attached to wearing for comfort, knowing his woody, hazelnut scent greatly covers the sweetness of your own. when you find him standing at your bedroom door, you can smell the shift in the air. your ears twitch, bunny teeth catching your bottom lip as his scent grows deeper, teasing your senses as he looks at you from the corner of his eye.

puppy!taki shuffles closer to you as you back away until your back hits the wall. he has you trapped, arms caging you in as he noses at your scent gland. his hands move, touch soft as they slip under your—his—hoodie. the action has you almost whimpering, skin too sensitive to bear his ghosting touches.

his tail swishes, the lowest rumble erupts from his chest, hands rougher as they knead your hypersensitive skin. you let out a broken sound, leaning against puppy!taki's shoulder as tears well up in your eyes, a silent beg falling out of you, hands gripping his shirt tightly. your scent engulfs his senses, as if drunk on you.

he lifts you up, pulling you flush against him as your legs naturally wrap around him, "all you had to do was ask, bunny." 𖹭

[evphorbia]

There should be a social networking where all you do is talk and learn philosophical items that could really mean anything. Not just 'Why must misery love company?', but 'Why must we have a tale of a woman and a man, living alone as the first ones, to be a creator. Why can't people believe that science is the truth, and petty writing that we don't even have evidence of it's creator?'. Obviously I would then say that it is that people want hope, but then everybody looks at me with disgust thinking why the hell is this foolish girl ranting to me about my religious beliefs and why she thinks pink is not a color? Well it's because either one, you are an idiot and don't explore the word; or two, you believe what your mother tells you. I however, am of one small part of our society, and cannot speak the truth. For if we speak the scientific and reasonable truth in this day of age, we are frowned upon and are spat at, to stop doing ungodly things like to question the creator. (As for saying we, I believe 'we' [as a distinct group of humans who are young, have a love for knowlege and question, and have little to no friends because we are different than others, in any way] are together in this world of hate and cruelty). The point of this, is not for me to say that I am smarter, and that you should all live my lifestyle of questioning and hatred, (In fact I deeply discurage it. It brings you to terrible thoughts of a life after, and what are we now. Deppression is furthured and you start to question yourself for every single thing you mutter from your body) but to say that people out there, need others to lean upon, and to have similar beliefs with. Like all other thought in society.

Thoughts?

[evphorbia]

i have my cam...era workin..g

yeaaaaa

now what do i doooo.....