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caramelcuppaccino · 1 year

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05.01.2023 • thursday

i actually didn’t get much done today. i just read my prof’s notes and tried to figure out how to write the reports but still, progress is still progress :].

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lemony-snickers · 10 months

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kakashi leaves marks.

bruises shaped like fingerprints, the sharp indents of his teeth, his nails. they linger on your skin for hours, sometimes days.

he doesn't always mean to. in fact, the first time he sees the dark tattoos on your hips left by his hands, he panics.

i'm sorry i'm sorry i didn't mean to hurt you.

he's long used to inflicting so much damage--pain, death--with his hands. he's tried so hard to scrub them clean only to find them stained red again and again. the thought that he might have hurt you? especially while he's trying to love you? he can't bear it.

it takes a long time to assure (and reassure and reassure and reassure) him enough for his shoulders to stop shaking. you capture his face between your hands, press your forehead against his tenderly, nose to nose.

breathe with me.

in and out, in and out, nice and slow, chests rising and falling in tandem. kakashi cages your hands with his own, you can feel the nervous sweat slicked over his palms, the slight tremor that dissipates a little more with each breath until it's finally gone.

i'm sorry.

his whisper is so soft, you almost miss it, even this close. his voice hitches in the middle of the apology, and you pull away just far enough to draw his gaze to yours.

you tell him there is nothing to apologize for, he swears he's hurt you. you want to laugh, but stop yourself because you know it's not the time. know it will hurt him the way he thinks he's hurt you.

but what he's inflicted upon you is the opposite of pain and you need him to understand.

you rub your thumbs over his cheekbones, relishing the slight scratch of silver stubble, waiting for his facial muscles to relax in the wake of your gentle touch so you can tell him:

i like when you leave marks.

and you do. you love to stare at the bruises in the mirror, trace them with your fingers while you recall all the things he did to leave them, especially when he's away on a long mission. you tell him he once left a bite mark at the juncture of your neck and shoulder the night before a long assignment and when you saw it the next morning, your knees buckled as pleasure flashed through you.

kakashi groans and you finally allow yourself to laugh.

i know you would never hurt me.

it's true, and you spend the rest of that night letting him trace your body with his teeth, his strong hands, allowing him, encouraging him, to carve his adoration into every centimeter of your body with patient attention.

it awakens something in kakashi he never expected, some primal need long buried finally coaxed to the surface. welcomed with open arms and long sighs and heady moans.

rewarded in the morning with new bruises in all your favorite places.

kakashi leaves plenty more marks after that. now that he knows you like it (and that he likes it just as much; maybe more), there's no reason for him to hold back.

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi hatake x reader #tw bruise kink #tw suggestive #gn!reader #lemony smutters #well lemony smutters-adjacent anyway a;ldkjaf;sdl #this is a queued post

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pixelplayground · 4 months

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An early shot from Nantucket Nimiety that I never got around to posting. The whole space has changed anyway, lol.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #sims #simblr #sims build #ts4 build #nantucket nimiety #pixelplayground lots #this is a queued post

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irtifuck · 10 months

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MAVERICK (TEXTING): Answer your phone.

ROOSTER (NEXT TO HANGMAN): Gimme a minute. I can't find my phone.

MAVERICK: OK.

*seven minutes later*

MAVERICK: You are an awful child. You know you're killing me. You're killing your father Roo.

#mavdad #incorrect quotations #top gun incorrect quotes #incorrect top gun quotes #incorrect quotes #it is not an original idea #oh yeah #hangster #sereshaw #this is a queued post #this is a queue #queue

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monkeybebop · 1 month

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T BOY SWAG, BITCH!!!

Drew this eons ago, can’t believe I never posted it here.

You can’t sit here and lie to me saying Jesse Pinkman is cis, sorry he is OOZING T boy swag.

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stvharrngton · 1 year

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Hi! So context for the request… I started new job at the end of last year and generally I love it but the past two months have been incredibly stressful and then last week we were understaffed, had an internal review and I was left to do the job of three people and not a single supervisor has thanked me for holding down the fort that day AND making lunch AND cleaning it up. And I’m feeling very under appreciated, like to the point where I feel like im no good at my job or even liked. So to the ask, how would steve handle a significant other who is feeling this way and is shutting down about it? I’d be really grateful if you could right something around this bc I just need my comfort character to hold me rn ….

hi my love! i’m so sorry to hear that about your job that sucks so much :( i really hope you enjoy this and it makes you feel a lil better 💝

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none really, burnt out!reader, soft comfort boyfie steeb

taglist: @dukesmebby @saturnband @sweetbabygirlsworld

The sound of the front door of your apartment slamming back against its hinges disturbed Steve from his busy task at the stove. The wooden spoon almost clattering back into the pan with a clang, his eyebrows pinched together as he peered over his shoulder at you.

Steve was concerned. You were never one for slamming doors or loud noises so when he turned round to face you, your slumped shoulders and the defeated look on your face said it all.

Ringing his hands on a dish towel he made his way over to you, comforting palms placed on your forearms as Steve bent at his knees to get a better look at you.

“Everything okay, baby?” He asked, voice all soft and quiet, barely above a whisper.

You could only respond with a half-hearted shrug, sad eyes not able to meet Steve’s warm, inviting one’s. You wanted nothing more than for this day to end, another shitty day at work to top it all off.

Steve’s hands moved to your face then, fingers tucking a stray strand behind your ear, his thumb stroking across your cheek. He chewed on his bottom lip as he watched your eyes grow teary.

“Hey,” Steve cooed, “hey, what’s wrong, huh? You can tell me. Is it work?”

Steve had a feeling, a sinking suspicion you’d had yet another bad day at your job, another day of doing more than they pay you for, another day of not being thanked. He wished you would just leave, find somewhere you’d be appreciated more but Steve knew it wasn’t that simple.

There was no convincing you, he knew that, so Steve would let you rant. He would let you get all your anger out, he’d give you his shoulder to cry on, rub your back and stroke your hair until your sobs turned into sniffles.

Sometimes you didn’t want to talk, your mind too foggy and your eyes too heavy. A night spent in Steve’s arms on your couch, limbs tangled whilst his lips pressed soft kisses against your hairline, the movie on the TV simply serving as background noise outside your bubble.

Tonight was one of those nights.

“You wanna talk about it, sweetheart?” Steve had since pulled you into his chest, the dinner he was prepping long forgotten about. His arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders in a bone crushing hug.

You shook your head against the material of your boyfriend’s polo, the fabric scratching against your already hot cheek. The tears you’d be holding in were now threatening to spill over your lashes, dampening Steve’s t-shirt.

“Okay,” he whispered, his head now resting against your own as you both stood wrapped around one another in your kitchen, “can you tell me what you need? Can you do that for me, baby?”

He knew he had to tread lightly here, gently trying to coax a response from you in this state but his need for you to understand that he was there for you no matter what was immense. In whichever way you needed, it didn’t matter to Steve. All that mattered in these moments was how he could make you feel a tiny bit better.

So you nodded timidly, squeezing your eyes shut to stop the tears from spilling over. A quiet sniffle heard from your nose muffled by Steve’s chest.

“Okay,” you squeaked out, “can we shower? And then just get into bed?” Chin resting against his firm chest now, you blinked up at your boyfriend with big, wet doe eyes. A look that Steve could never say no to.

Steve let his lips rest against your temple before bringing them to your forehead. A final squeeze to your shoulders as he spoke,

“A shower and cuddles in bed coming right up,” Steve uttered with a light tone and a soft smile tugging at his lips, “anything for my girl.”

The mirror began to steam up as the water warmed, Steve not letting you move an inch as he undressed you and showered you in sweet kisses all over your skin. He couldn’t help let the gentle smirk that graced his features when you asked him to step inside with you.

Hot water cascaded down your bodies as the tension of the day left your shoulders, the heavy burden slowly being lifted. Steve’s hands wandered your body as your head rested against his chest, eyes closed, just letting the water and your boyfriend soothe you.

You washed each other’s hair, the artificial scent of strawberries filling your noses, a chuckle bouncing off the glass as Steve grinned at the content noises escaping your lips as he massaged your scalp.

“That feel good, baby?” he asked with a swift peck to your cheek, a toothy grin on his face as a soft smile threatened to tug at your lips.

Hair and bodies washed, Steve held you in the shower a little longer. His hand rubbing up and down your naked back soothingly, a kiss pressed to your hairline before he switched the water off, mumbling something about how he doesn’t want you both to turn into prunes.

You were wrapped up in a fluffy towel before you could complain about the chill, favourite pyjamas in hand as Steve fluffed the towel around your shoulders.

“Let’s get you into bed, pretty girl, come on.” Steve urged before swooping you up in his strong arms, laying you down on the soft sheets. You immediately curled into his side the moment he pulled the comforter over you.

You let him wrap your arms around you tightly, his head resting against yours as he drew soft shapes lightly on your arm. You heard Steve sigh quietly as his eyes scanned the ceiling whilst he thought through what he was going to say.

“You know you can talk when you’re ready, honey,” Steve began, his fingers continued softly against your arm, “but you know you can just leave that shitty job, right?”

An exhale pushed its way past your nostrils, not in discontent but it was just difficult. You loved your job, you did but it was just tough going lately. You were burnt out and feeling under-appreciated and yeah, it was taking its toll on you.

Steve knew this, of course he did, but he just wanted to look after you, to make sure you were happy.

“How ‘bout you come work at Family Video with me and Robin?” He asked, a grin toying at his lips, “Come on, it’d be a breeze and we’d get to spend all day, every day together. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”

A playful smile crept its way onto your features, one that Steve couldn’t see in the dark of his room but one he could feel. Steve let his fingers wander to your ribs, pads threatening to dig into your soft skin.

“Plus, Keith would love having a smokin’ hot girl like you around the place.”

You smacked his shoulder as you scoffed, “Steve, you are not pimping me out to your creepy boss so you can get an easy ride.”

Steve laughed loudly, a sound that rumbled in his stomach up to his chest, “‘M joking, baby. I wouldn’t do that to you. But you know I’m here for you, right? Whatever my girl needs, whenever she needs it.”

You sighed into his chest, a small content noise that filled out the room. Steve pulled you in impossibly closer, as if to offer more reassurance.

“Forever and always?” You asked, voice quiet.

“Forever and always.” Steve replied with a kiss to your forehead before you fell asleep in his arms.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #stranger things blurb #stranger things fanfic #k.fic #request #this is a queued post

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silviakundera · 3 months

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decided to do a Manner of Death rewatch.

I forgot how absolutely nuts the 1st episode is.

Hi I'm a coroner moving back to the small town where I went to high school. It's such a great place. whoops, SA victim. Local cop takes me out to get fucking hammered at The Town Nightclub. I stumble into a ludicrously good looking stranger and kiss him passionately. Then collapse in his arms.

He's my old school bestie Jane's date at some obligatory function the next day and hits on me with the subtlety of swinging a mallet, bleeding predatory/sketchy vibes. I...might be kinda, reluctantly into it. I mean,

but there's the part where hot nightclub guy suddenly (like out of NOWHERE) starts beating the crap out of another old friend and it's all incredibly mysterious. At this point everyone feels sketchy af, like we've walked into Twin Peaks.

and then Jane's dead and hot nightclub guy is the one found the body. even worse, local police say he's her boyfriend.

#and thats the story of how I met your mother #🙈#manner of death #drama watching #this is a queued post #started my rewatch last night

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lilydally · 1 year

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another LNY drawing that I completed last month 🐰💕

#artem wing #tears of themis #左然 #未定事件簿 #this is a queued post

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ladylooch · 2 months

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I'd definitely love to see Lucie and Connor accidentally find out about Mack and David.

Maybe he is over at hers and they end up asleep in eachothers arms, on the couch or bed. Lucie and Connor were dropping something off for Mack and after no answer to their knock they just let themselves in to see the couple.

Mack at this point still denies having actual feeling for the man tho, stubborn one she is

I’m gonna make this soft as shit. Timeline wise: Mack and David have been hooking up for about a month or so. Not dating!

Just after 8:30am, Lucie balances hot soup and tea in their carrier carefully as she raises her hand to knock on her younger sister’s apartment. Her knuckles rap against the wood, disrupting the early morning scene in the hallway. For the past two weeks, a stomach bug has been ripping through their family courteously of Stella Wood. It hit the little girl first, then blew through Connor and over to Lucie last. However, Mack had come over once to watch Stella while Lucie had to run to grab her medicine and therefore, it got Mack too.

Lucie had meant to get over here last night, but Stella has gotten sick again and she needed to focus on that instead. Mack didn’t seem overly upset when Lucie said she wasn’t going to make it like she thought, insinuating that she was mostly on the bathroom floor. Lucie figured a morning visit would still be appreciated. She hopes Mack is feeling better though.

No movement sounds inside the apartment after Lucie’s second knock.

She is probably fine, Lucie rationalizes in her head. But she hasn’t heard from Mack since 5pm last night, even though she had texted her sister she was on the way over. Lucie bites her lip, knocking a third time.

“Mack?” She calls softly.

Still nothing. Lucie rummages through her purse for her ring of keys that includes one to the door she is standing in front of. She unlocks the door, hoping the chain isn’t flipped. It’s not. Lucie steps into the apartment, gently closing the door. She walks further in, setting the tea and soup on the island in the kitchen to her left. She peers around the room, seeing empty cups and half drank water bottles littering around. Pepto tablets are scattered mostly used on the counter along with empty packets of liquid IV.

Lucie quietly walks down the hall to the open door of Mack’s bedroom. Inside her bed is Mack with David Carlson, Connor’s defensive partner. Lucie’s eyes widen and she purses her lips to prevent a chuckle. They are both sleeping, slight snores coming from David. Mack is wrapped in his arms, forehead pressed into his chest. David grips her sweatshirt back in both fists to keep her close to him. His breath moves the fly away hairs from Mack’s sloppy bun. Lucie clears her throat which causes David to stop snoring.

“David.” Lucie whispers. His eyes open, squinting across the room at her in the doorway. Lazily, his gaze moves from Lucie to Mack. He evaluates her face, then gently begins to disentangle from her. Mack stays asleep, exhausted from the sickness ravaging her body. As he stands, David rubs at his beard, carefully tip toeing out of the room. After shutting the door with a quiet click, he follows Lucie down the hall to the kitchen. “Sup?” Lucie asks when they get there. Her lips form a smirk.

“I heard Connor say she was sick last night. I wanted to make sure she was okay.”

“She has family for that.”

“Yeah, I didn’t see you here last night?” David says back. Lucie purses her lips as the way he almost sounds on the offensive. She raises her eyebrows.

“What are your intentions with my sister, Carlson?” Lucie narrows her eyes suspiciously and jokingly.

“Take whatever she will give me.” David answers honestly.

“So you’re just hanging out?”

“We haven’t put any labels on it.” David stretches his arms high above his head.

“How long has this been going on?”

“I don’t feel comfortable talking to you about this without Mack.” Internally, Lucie is impressed. Externally, she rolls her eyes.

“Kay. How is she doing?”

“She’s okay now. She had a rough night though. The soup will help get something into her. Thank you for bringing that. I brought her some last night but she needs more.” Lucie nods.

“She likes this place best.” She points to the sticker on the top. “They deliver here too.” David nods along like he finds the information useful, but Lucie can tell he already knew that.

“How is Stell?”

“She is okay. Getting daddy snuggles and a fourteenth showing of Moana as we speak.”

“Good. You should get back to her. I got this girl covered.” Lucie glances around the apartment, noticing how much of a contrast this large, masculine man looks in Mack’s feminine apartment. Yet, he fits. Perfectly.

“Okay. Thank you…” Lucie trails off almost like the appreciation is a question.

“Nothing to thank me for. We take care of our people in my family.” Lucie can feel her throat tightening at how sweet that is, that her sister is someone’s person. She can’t wait to grill her about this when she is better. Lucie moves to the fridge to put the soup inside, then thinks to herself about her husband who had been with David last night at the game. She suddenly squints, then looks over her shoulder at the New York Rangers defenseman.

“David?”

“Hm?”

“Did my husband know about this?” She motions between the bedroom door and David after shutting the fridge.

“No, ma’am.” Lucie keeps David in her gaze for a full minute before deciding he isn’t lying.

“Okay. Tell Mack to call me when she is up.”

“Yes, Mrs. Wood.”

“You know I hate that.”

“Sorry.” Lucie grabs her purse, tossing it on her shoulder before heading towards the door. Admittedly, it is weird leaving David in this apartment while she heads home. Lucie finds herself revisiting the imagine of them in bed together. Mack hates hugs or any type of physical affection, so to see her wrapped up in this man in a vulnerable moment gives Lucie’s heart a panicked jump.

“And David?”

“Yeah, Boss Woody?” Lucie ignores that.

“If you hurt my sister, I will end your hockey career.” David’s eyes widen in surprise, a slight smile under his mustache, clearly unsure of how to addressed being threatened here.

“Thought I was the one who was gonna get hurt?” His green eyes bore into hers, like he wants Lucie to confirm something he may have already been feeling: Mack is falling for him. This is the first Lucie has officially seen them together, but something about this feels very different than what she imagined when she gave David the advice to stay away from her younger sister.

“I’m serious. Be good to her.”

“That’s all I know how to be, Luc.”

Lucie nods, then leaves the apartment in a completely different headspace than she arrived.

#Mackdavid au #this is a queued post

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benkeibear · 7 days

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Small reminder, if you don't want to miss any fic, you can sign up for my taglist right HERE

For the ones already on there - I recently added Negai no Astro! Much content to be expected for that fandom so don't forget to sign up for it too if you'd like 🫶

#rhy speaks ♡#this is a queued post #negai no astro #can't help it it's my newest hyperfixatiob

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caramelcuppaccino · 1 year

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13.01.2023 • friday

i finally finished one of my assignments!!! i’m so tired but so so relieved right now!!! i was supposed to evaluate and classify an english book’s (internationally used) writing activities and the book had 12 units, each of them consisting 4 parts. i classified all the reading activities i found, then evaluated how the book handles writing as a skill. i have one assignment left, and three exams to take this tuesday and study for. oh, and i also went to a cafe on my own to study, which i’m proud of because it used to give me so much anxiety but now i can just chill on my own!:]

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lemony-snickers · 10 months

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i am sorry but tummy touches are an underrated form of intimacy. like, even just the barest brush of fingertips beneath the hem of a shirt, you know? it's such a vulnerable part of the body - so many delicate organs, no bones to protect them. a part so many are self-conscious of. and whether made of firm muscle or soft tissue, it is delicate. easy to destroy.

and i imagine a shinobi is even more hyper aware of this. imagine kakashi gently redirecting your hands the first time you try to slip yours beneath his shirt as you cuddle on the couch early in your relationship. he's reading, probably, while you half-doze on top of him, listening to the reassuring rhythm of his steady heart against your ear, the gentle movement of his chest as it expands and then contracts, lulling you like the ocean tide.

you barely recognize the change in the tempo of his heartbeat, the way it skips and races a second before resettling. he threads his fingers with yours as he pulls your hand away, so you hardly notice what's happened, especially half-asleep.

but then it happens again. and again. and eventually when you walk up behind him in the kitchen and try to sneak your hands beneath his shirt as he washes your dinner dishes, you can't keep your curiosity at bay any longer and you ask, "is there a reason you don't want me to touch you there?"

and kakashi doesn't really know how to answer, exactly. technically, there's no reason for you not to. honestly, he doesn't even know why it makes him feel so squiggly inside. uncomfortable.

vulnerable.

so he just answers, "no," with a little bit more of a question mark than he meant to tack on the end and you stare at him a little, pondering the best way to proceed.

you decide on boldly, and step close, maintaining slightly too intense eye contact as you roughly shove your hand beneath his uniform shirt...

only to be met by chainmail, which snags against one of your fingers until you pull back with a slight yelp.

kakashi pales, eyes wide as he steps forward to cradle your hand. "sorry, shit, sorry, i forgot."

you frown, maybe pout a little. "you forgot you were wearing battle armor in the kitchen?" you ask, only half-skeptical. kakashi is a strange man, one with many habits ingrained from his time as the copy ninja of konoha. you don't pretend to understand all the things he does - hiding weapons scrolls in your couch cushions, keeping a spare pair of sandals on the window sill in his bedroom, always sitting with his back to the wall and never the window - but you don't question them. you know it's just part of who he is.

still. the chainmail is a little unexpected.

"isn't it heavy?"

kakashi has many laughs, and you've been lucky enough to hear almost all of them, now. this time, he offers that soft huff that puffs his mask out a little in front of his mouth. "old habits never die, it seems."

you chuckle, leaning up to kiss his cloth-covered cheek. "next time i try to be assertive, i'll be sure to ask if you've changed out of it first."

"probably a good idea."

kakashi wraps your finger in the bathroom, "just a precaution," he says when you protest. you let him even though you know it isn't necessary because you understand it's important to him to take care of you.

you thank him with another kiss, this time without his mask in the way, before he heads home.

the next time the two of you snuggle on the couch together, you don't try to reach beneath his shirt. as much as you want to - as much as you crave knowing what his body feels like beneath the thick, reinforced fabric of his uniform, you satisfy yourself with running your fingers over his clothed chest, tracing concentric circles while you daydream and kakashi reads.

the snap of his book closing draws your attention and you twist yourself to look at him. "are you hungr--"

you never finish your sentence because, faster than you can ask the question, kakashi has grabbed your hand and guided it beneath the hem of his shirt with swift purpose.

he isn't wearing chainmail this time, and all your palm is met with is warm, soft skin, broken in place by what you assume are scars you haven't yet seen. you flex your fingers, drag your fingertips over his abdomen until he shivers.

"ticklish, huh?" you tease, "good to know."

kakashi only hums.

you can feel his own fingers dancing across your hip, sliding from your upper thigh to your ribs and back again like he's trying to decide what to do.

you gasp very gently when his hand slips beneath, goosebumps springing to life across your skin in the wake of his calloused touch. you sigh, nuzzle your face into his chest as you both relax into the embrace - so similar to your usual cuddling position, and yet suddenly more intimate.

a step forward, something which often comes so painfully slow in your relationship with the stoic and reserved kakashi hatake.

you listen closely to his heart this time, relishing the way it sometimes speeds when you let your hand drift higher, toward his clavicle - or lower, toward his waistband - knowing your own heart hammers just the same as kakashi's hand dances over your belly, grazes your hip bone; your nerves all alight, blood racing.

you're ready for more, and hopefully he will be soon, too. for now, though, you're content to map with your fingers all the scars you plan to lavish wish kisses when the time comes.

#kakashi hatake x you #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #gn!reader #kakashi headcanons #kakashi imagines #lemony scribbles #this is a queued post

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pixelplayground · 6 months

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