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hi hi !!! can i request a protective kakashi drabble :3 ?? i love u sm !!!! <333
I'm sorry this isn't very good, I'm still trying to get back into writing. Thank you so much for sending this. You're an amazing friend, and I appreciate you. I love you so much.
Thank you again
Under his protection- Kakashi
It started when visiting another village, that you would notice Kakashi standing a bit closer to you. Eyes narrowing slightly as someone would get a little 'too friendly' for his liking. Not once hesitating to step in if he sensed you were the least bit uncomfortable, putting himself between the other person, all the while smiling with a friendly voice; but his eyes gave away the truth. A silent "back off." Usually that would be enough.
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Soon it turned into keeping a closer eye on you during missions. He knew what this life meant, but he refused to lose you the way he lost others in the past. If you were in danger he would be in front of you prepared to take on any enemy that dared to hurt you, with anger in his eyes.
At times he can seem a bit overprotective, but you know its because he loves you. You know about his painful past. So at night when its just you two and youre wrapped up in each other's arms you try to reassure him you're fine and that he doesnt need to worry so much.
He smiles and kisses your forehead. "I will always do whatever is needed to protect you, no matter what it is."
He pulls you closer if possible, trying to keep you safe and warm, always taking comfort in having you beside him, and in his arms.
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Helloooooo, are you still taking prompts? If so could you do a super fluffy larrisa x reader, where reader serenades Riasa? I've got "i just called to say i love you" stuck in my head. Like super fluffy piece of saying i love you for the first time thru a song. :)
If you're not taking prompts then it's cool and thank you for all the fics you've written so far. You're a queen. :)
I Love You
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This is absolutely horrendous writing on my part, but its been a while and I’m only just getting back into the groove of things. Thanks for being patient ✨ my writing will get better :) I’ll always take critique and advice on how to improve.
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Having previously stayed the night, the gentle kiss Larissa placed upon your forehead had let you know that she was headed out for work. With the sound of her heels fading and the front door closing, you sat up. Allowing the soft rays of sun that were reaching out through the curtains dance over you. You had things to get done! Turning on a speaker and playing a few love songs, you began your morning.
“Oh, yeah. Y/N don’t forget the flowers,” you reminded yourself. Tossing a bag over your shoulder, quickly skipping out the door.
“Takeout, dessert, and..what am I forgetting?” biting your cheek in thought. Figuring that it’d pop up later down the line, you continued on into the shoppes. You spent what felt like ages looking at each small bouquet. It was a small detail for the table, sure, but you want it to be perfect. Telling the woman you love that you love her for the first time? That’s an important memory, and the world would be damned if it was anything less than worthy of Larissa.
“Okay, flowers..done. Dessert and dinner..check!” Crossing each item off the list. “Okay! I think that’s everything! Now I can-“ interrupted by the sudden buzzing in your coat pocket.
“Rissa, how are you doing today, Sweetheart?”
You listened to her rant about the trouble a new transfer student was causing and you even made up stories of what you had done all day.
Scrolling through the numerous notifications in your phone, one stood out, “REMINDER: pick up order from the jewelers.”
Nearly dropping the flowers in a rush, you spun around and bolted towards the shoppes again. Larissa would be home soon and you hadn’t set up a single thing yet.
Rushing home as fast as you could, nearly breaking down the door on your way in. Setting the table, placing the flowers in a vase, and pushing the furniture in the living room to the walls. You couldn’t help the constant fiddling of your hands as you looked around the room. Wondering if it was as good of an idea as you thought it was, the nerves began to strike you. The rhythmic knocking on the door bringing you out of your anxious trance.
Meeting Larissa’s eyes the moment you opened the door, you couldn’t help but fall in love with her all over again. “Are you gonna let me in, dear?” Larissa chuckled. “Oh! Oh yeah!! Come in come in,” taking her hand in yours, you took her bag and coat. “Wait here while I put these up,” you told her as you hung up her regal coat. Swiftly pulling the bracelet from your pocket, you wrapped it around her pale wrist. “Welcome home, Sweetheart,” you spoke gently, taking her hand. Her confusion mixed with love was evident. Guiding her to the dining table, you two enjoyed your meals. She was completely in awe over the flowers, and it made the time you spent looking at each petal worth it.
“This was so sweet, baby. What’d I do to deserve you,” offering a small smile in return to her, you began to twirl your fingers again. She noticed how nervous you were and quickly, she was up and started making her way to your side. “What’s wrong, dear?”
“Nothing, everything’s perfect,” grabbing your phone and pressing play on the song you had lined up. Hearing the music begin to play throughout the living room, “what’s that?“ she inquired. Holding out your hand for her to take, you walked her to the living room. Immediately asking why the furniture was pushed out, you responded by yanking her towards you. “What are you doing, silly,”
“Shush, dance with me,” counting in your head. 1, 2, 3, 4. Trying to steady your breathing and the beating of your heart. Forwards, side, back, side, and forwards again. Her arm is wrapped around your torso as you two sway. Cleaning your throat, you do what you’ve been nervous to do all day. Say, “I love you,” and now you’re gonna do it with a song. You’ve been practicing in your head all day.
“Oh gosh, okay here I go,” trying to conceal your nerves. Larissa watching you intently.
“I just called to say, I love you,” spinning her once. “I just called to say, how much I care,” pulling her in closer. “I doooo,” chuckling at your shaky voice. God, she was gorgeous.
You’re chuckle was cut off by another voice, “I mean it from the bottom of my heart. Oh, I just called to say, I love you,” tears welling in her eyes, she took your face in her hands. Pulling you towards her into a kiss that you swore was something that only gods could have inspired.
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andtosaturn · 1 year
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get a look on the inside!
happy birthday @cellphonehippie!!!
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morgana-ren · 7 months
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Ilya's whole personality is 'I don't care, darling' personified. He's crafted not giving a damn into a fine art, and he's had hundreds of years to do it. However, if you're clever, it's not hard to find his weak points, and he very much has them. Pushing him, however, is a risk you should calculate before you do it for multiple reasons.
Ilya, when irritated, will remind you not-so-subtly that you are helpless against him using his sheer size and deceptive strength as an effortless intimidation. He's bigger and far more powerful than you and he will use it against you. It's cute that you try to get a rise out of him, but remember, little girl, you are helpless, small, and weak, especially compared to him. He could hurt you so badly if he had the inclination. Keep pushing at him if it pleases you. By all means, go ahead.
He's going to bear down on you with a smile that's far too wide and uncanny from his usual subtle, snide grin; he's all fangs and ferocity now. He will simply walk forward until you are against a wall, trapping you against a corner because you have no choice but to move backwards until your back hits cement. His fingers are long and pale and tipped with razor-sharp claws, and he will softly crook your chin far too gently for any semblance of comfort, all the way up to look at him, even leaning down just a bit to impress upon you the size difference between you.
"Is that so, little one?"
You can try to resist him if you'd like. Fight and swat and lash-- it tickles him. He's lightning fast, puckering your cheeks in his palms until blood poppies from the narrow indents of his nails on your sweet little cheeks. He'll clench in too deeply right below your tender cheekbones, just hard enough that the soft flesh of your jaw grinds against the sharp jut of your teeth and you can taste blood on your tongue.
Ilya also does this when amused, so it can be difficult to tell when he's genuinely angry versus when he's simply toying with you. If you're canny, you can tell. You just have to pay attention.
There's a slight flash to his eyes, and a little twitch to his mouth. You'll have his full attention, versus the strange indifference there usually is. If that's not enough, there's other tells as well.
With Ilya, the difference between anger and neutrality is subtle-- if you can call it subtle. When he is genuinely angry, he will grab your skin, and it will hurt rather than simply asserting dominance, with his fingers will dig into your skin until you cry out. When he shoves you against a wall, it is enough for you to actually see stars when your head makes contact, clinging to him because you cannot right yourself without him anymore. When his steely fingers find your throat, there will be no reprieve, and he will squeeze until your vision tunnels and your eyes flutter. You will feel the bruising when he grabs.
He revels in watching your breath catch in your throat and the panic settle in as your heart rabbits behind your ribs, trying to claw free of him with all the little strength you can muster but ultimately unable to do a damn thing. He enjoys watching your eyes pop, tears brimming and eyes wide and terrified as you claw at his wrist, trying to free yourself, but he's just so strong. You are weak and he is ruthless. He adores watching you settle into the conclusion that you can't fight him.
He likes watching as you can do nothing but make big doe eyes up at him and mouth a silent prayer for forgiveness-- and hope he cares enough to listen. He could strangle the life from you, you know. And he will. It's best you remember that.
Ilya has no qualms with violence against his lover. He will backhand you and then gently dab away the blood, sighing his exasperation and telling you that you are so terribly needy. What is it you need? Do you need attention? Do you need affection? Do you need to be fucked? Clearly you do, seeing as you are so emphatic about making a mess to wave him down.
Ilya sucks because while he will punish you for angering him, he likes it. It intrigues him. He will punish you with one hand and coax you with the other. He's hundreds of years old and almost entirely numb, so anything that makes him feel anything is quite novel, especially if it's some dear thing he has his eyes set on. If you are clever enough to find his sensitive spots, that's enough to pique his interest. Life is an eternal game to him, and if you can play it back, it delights him.
Keep in mind, he will return the favor. He will poke and prod at your sensitive spots. He's a fantastic manipulator. He wants to play, and you're his plaything until you truly endear yourself.
As for my other OCs, there's really only Snakefang, who is a complete sub and currently married to Nightmare, and Nagendra, who I haven't much talked about at all on here. I'm always happy to talk about either of them, I just assume that's not what people are here for lmao.
Anyways, this will be the third time I have rewritten this! First time I saved it on mobile and it just.. disappeared. Second time, I wrote it and published it, and it published a version from before when I switched to mobile that was about.. two paragraphs long. I'm going to take it as that's the Gods way of telling me it wasn't finished-- not that most people give a good goddamn about my OCs enough outside of being polite to care. But anyway, that's why the question is screencapped (I had a fuckin' feeling something was going to happen after the first time. I just fuckin' knew.)
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satans-knitwear · 2 years
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Are... Are you gonna post the plug that matches the vibe 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 you can peg me if so 🥺
Please trust. I would if i could. You guys deserve the best and that is what i want to give you. 🥺🥺🥰🥰
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crunchchute · 1 month
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My Sam & Max cosplay I debuted at a local con during the weekend!
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rendevok · 10 months
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“Take my hand” a comic for NaruMitsu Week 2023
day 1 - lies & secrets - 2 - 3 - 4
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herorkgk · 4 months
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atlus couldn't put them in the same game together because their bestie potential would have been too godly
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ghouljams · 8 months
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Fuck me. Dilf!fae!Ghost.
You watch Simon bounce your daughter in his arms, humming to her quietly as he tries to settle her down for her nap. You're busy transferring his t-shirt to the drier after some hefty spitup earlier, and you can't say you're disappointed he hasn't grabbed a new one. He looks good with a baby and some stubble, very parental. Oh my god.
Oh my god he's a fucking dilf. A dilf that you get to f on the regular.
"I'm gonna put 'er down," Simon tells you, his voice low enough not to wake the sleeping infant in his arms. Coincidentally also low enough to make you shiver. You don't know if he notices but you don't care. You have bigger problems, like how did you not notice such a major milestone in your man's life? You have to make him and award, you have to give him a reward.
He kisses your cheek as he brushes past you to the nursery and you can't not fuck him.
When Simon comes out of your daughter's room you are on your knees faster than he can get the door closed. Your fingers are already working to get his fly open as he scrambles to get a hand in your hair. You push his jeans and boxers down in one well practiced motion. He's not hard, but you still sigh at the sight of him. Perfect as always, fuck you love his cock.
You press your lips to his stomach, lick the coarse curly hair that trails from his belly button to his cock, and stroke his length with your hand. Simon, to his credit, tips his head back to tap against the door with a sigh. You pull back to spit in your hand, watching him as you work his cock. He's so fucking pretty. Scars, fucked up nose, the softness around his middle, all of him is just gorgeous.
You duck your head to give his balls some attention, rolling your tongue over them before pressing sucking kisses to the sensitive skin. He groans low in his throat, his fingers tight in your hair, almost insistent as he keeps you held close. His balls feel so heavy on your tongue, you wonder when the last time you fucked was. It hasn't been more than a week you don't think but with the baby everything has been so busy. This is well fucking needed then.
You drag your tongue up from his balls to his cock, working around your hand to slick his length. You lap at the head collecting his precum on your tongue before wrapping your lips around him and sucking. Pretty fucking boy, you think watching Simon watch you, his long lashes fluttering as you stroke his cock with the bob of your head. You move your hand to grip his thich as you slide your lips down to the base, moaning around the thick cock down your throat. He stretches you out so nicely. You wiggle your head a little to feel his girth shift, to feel your nose drag through his public hair, to feel the suppressed gag that makes your eyes roll back. God you are made for him.
Made to purr around his cock until he tugs on your hair to remind you what you're supposed to be doing. You ignore the throbbing between your legs in favor of bobbing your head up and down his length. Only pulling off to breathe and spit on his cock, more slick to help the slide of your lips. You roll his balls in your spit slick hand, squeezing them gently as you suck his cock until you feel them pull tight. Then Simon presses you back down to take his cock whole as he bucks down your throat.
"Fuck baby, tha's a good girl, take it all," he groans, spilling down your throat. You swallow, try to keep your eyes on him when you'd really love to be staring at your brain, and let him use your mouth to finish. A few shallow thrusts as he catches his breath and he's pulling out.
You stay on the ground, stick your tongue out to make sure he sees you've swallowed everything. Simon gives you a pleased hum, fucking two fingers into your mouth. In and out over your tongue before he thinks better of it.
"What's this about?" He asks, his voice thick. Oh, you love his sex voice, he could still go another few rounds.
"Congrats on your new status as a DILF," you tell him without missing a beat.
"Mm," he hums, "you want me to call you mommy now?"
"Maybe," you hadn't considered that, this does make you a MILF, huh.
"Alright," Simon crouches and grabs your arm, hauling you up over his shoulder as he stands, "Let's go make another baby momma."
That is a very promising statement.
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celestialwrites · 6 months
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saying ‘i love you’ without saying ‘i love you’ dialogue prompts
@celestialwrites for more!
♡ “to me, you are perfect.”
♡ "don't you realise? you are my world."
♡ "you brought me back to life."
♡ "the only way i know how to describe what i feel around you is home. i feel at home."
♡ "it's as if my entire life i have been sinking in a storm and you came and pulled me out."
♡ "you know i stayed for you, and frankly, i don't regret it one bit."
♡ "with the whole of my heart, i believe that together we are infinite."
♡ "i never intend on leaving you. you hear me? never."
♡ "thank you for being the shoulder i always needed, even when you hated me."
♡ "i can't live without you!"
♡ "never leave me, my heart couldn't bear it."
♡ "i've spent my whole life waiting for you."
♡ "consumed in darkness, you darling, were my light."
REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3
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skunkes · 1 year
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adding to my collection, need more
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jerich0two · 4 months
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Same voice actor
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dyketennant · 2 months
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as someone who has obviously done extensive research on the topic i would like to present to you all...dyketennant's "which david tennant character are you" uquiz
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paramorefold · 2 months
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The Only Exception (2010)
Still Into You (2013)
Hard Times (2017)
Thick Skull (2024)
BONUS: Now (2013)
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cholvoq · 1 year
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IM BACK AND BACK ON THE STEDDIE GRIND 💪💪 Drawing these two after SO so long is legitimately so therapeutic—
I wanted to draw them in outfits based on this “create an outfit” trend going around Twitter! I had so much fun dressing them up LMAO
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sonic-adventure-3 · 1 year
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the answer is a resounding yes from all parties (except tails, who doesn’t really appreciate being stolen from)
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