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beautiful Tifa 💕

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Final Fantasy VII Rebirth - Tifa petting tiny little precious chocobo

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Jesus-

BEEFA LOCKHART💪🏽

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Hii, im the anon who request shy!Sasuke smut. How are you doing? Hope you’re having a good time 😁

I loved the ideia of him being shy the first time reader ride him.

I have other ideias of scenarios and I would love to share with you but, feel comfortable to write any scenario you prefer. I just want so bad some smut content for our raven haired boy!!

Maybe he asking to go down on her wdyt? Maybe could be his first time too… 👀

I really enjoy this version of Sasuke, where he shows emotions and is trying so hard to show love and devotion for his s/o. I personally love the ideia of his first time + he asking to eat her out. Maybe read is experience and can teach him how she likes it and praising him a lot!!! I would love to see his cheeks turning red for her!

I would think about him being shy bc he doesn’t know how to show affection and reader is the first person we feel comfortable around and stuff. It turns into a kind of fluffy too, right? He could be flustered to be bare in front of someone for the first time or seeing a girl naked for the first time

I loved your ideas and I trust whatever you decide to write, really! Thank you so much for your time and for reading my request

Have a good day, tysm 🫶

Helloooo

I didn't forget your request ✨️ and God, thank you for describing it so much. You gave me many ideas

Hope life is treating you well, anon! Your request is baking!

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Sasuke smut when you come back? 🧐🧐

I just finished my exams (the first ones), and I am DEAD, but I do plan on finishing the fics. I stared last month and post it. There's a shy sasuke smut baking for you, anon

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Important question!

Who are your anime husbands?

I love this question 👌 cuz yeah, thank you. I'll talk about it anytime of the day

Okay, let me think...

- Sasuke (0 surprises). I have been in love with this man since I am 8, and I genuinely think he shaped my taste or something. It's chronical at this point.

- Gojo. Could I say it’s because he is hot? Yes, but not only,I also love his personality. There is something about his endless confidence, silliness that gets me... AAAAA

- Sesshoumaru. I had so many fics for him and I still plan to post it here

- Eren cuz he conquered my heart in aot season 2

- Levi conquered my heart first of course

Hmmmm... There's a whole room full of them in my mind 😂

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♡ TW: NSFW, implied noncon, yandere, bondage, abuse, punishment, intense spanking/whipping-ish

♡ GN reader

“Please- plea- m’so- sorry-” you sob, voice cracking on its own blubbering. Chest full of panic—heaving for a fix but achieving little less than spurring even more hysteria.

“Haah…” he sighs. Casually fixing your bonds tighter around your wrists, hoisting them a little higher above your head until you were properly stretched up on your tippy-toes.

Shivering in just your undies in anxious wait of his anger.

Stroking your back while holding your belly in a steady hand, he thinks he’s never felt fear quite like it, but unfortunately, “Y’broke the rules, Sunshine… and now yer’ gettin’ punished.”

He unbuckles his belt. Your eardrums burn at the crisp sound, so much spiked blood rushing about, making you go dizzy. 

You think you might pass out.

“What did I say the rules were, hm? ‘You remember ‘em?” he mumbles in a steady tone, speaking awfully softly with his lips pressed against your temple. Waiting for your answer.

You give a sob and a pitiful nod, and he hums in return, rubbing calm circles into your shivering, goose-fleshed skin.

“Recite them for me,” he requests, nose rubbing your hairline as you shiver from his touch.

Voice unsteady, filtered through tears and a hopeless sense of terror—chin tipped up, needing to gasp for breaths, “N-no fighting, no- no arguing, no run- running-”

“Mh…” he hums, taking in the scent of your shampoo with a sniff of your crown, placing a kiss there as though in kudos—or as a small mercy before getting started. “And you managed to do all three in one night. ‘You feel proud, hm? ‘You feel accomplished? Hm? Was it worth it?”

You whimper under the interrogation, feeling smaller and smaller by the second—so exposed where you are, practically hanging from the ceiling like dead meat. Stripped of everything that might’ve protected you—or that would have at least cushioned the coming onslaught of pain you knew to dread.

“Nah… it’s written all over your body. Goosebumps and cold sweat, shaking from tits to toes. You regret it, don’t you?” he murmured, winding his belt around his fist once, then twice, leaving a looped tail. “Mh, maybe you’ll think twice about it next time... or maybe you’ll finally learn your place.”

He finished with a soft bite to the chub of your cheek, then grabbed your chin just as gently, holding your face up to look at him as he sidestepped to your front. Leaning his forehead against yours, he stroked your jaw with his thumb—lips hovering just short of yours.

“I'm gonna hurt you, Sweetie,” he purred, stroking your asscheek with the cool leather in his grip—in such gross contrast to what you knew he planned on using it for. “I promised I would, and now I will…”

He kissed your lips then—slowly, sweetly, suffocatingly so as you cried—tasting your tears and doing a terrible job at withholding his grin as you felt it pull giddily at the corner of his mouth.

He licked his lips once he pulled away, walking a circle around you like a shark.

“How many hits do you deserve?” he mused. “I guess one for each rule you broke is fair, but it seems a little scant…”

He stopped behind you, placing a chaste kiss on your arm before nuzzling around it.

“Should we say thirty?” he offered, and your eyes immediately widened.

Shaking your head furiously, prayers already coming out in splutters, “No- please-”

“No? Too many?” he pouted, not bothering to mask his glee now. “Okay, okay, calm down, baby. Breathe,” he soothed with no effort. “I think…”

There was a pause—a hum of thought as he wrapped his arms around your front and swayed you back against his chest in a hug.

“Ugh fuck, I'm no good makin’ rules on the fly…” he feigned—sinking his jaw into the grove of your armpit before cuddling the soft flesh with his chin-stubble.

He sucked his teeth in a further display of thought before releasing an exasperated sigh.

“I really didn’t think you’d break ‘em, y’know? I thought you’d be a good pet…”

You trembled, eyes looking down at the belt held between his big hands—whimpering at the sight of him simply playing with it—psyching you out like a true sadist.

“But you just had to disappoint me, didn’t you?”

You bit your lip to stop a sob.

“Had to be difficult… and now I gotta make difficult decisions…”

He slinked off you, leaving you to wobble—toes barely grazing the cold basement floor.

You try your best to prepare yourself for the next events, but the more you brace yourself, the more tense you get and the harder you cry, “Please- I’ll be good- promise- m’real- really sorry-” 

“I know, baby. I know~ I am, too,” he coos, kissing your spine while rubbing circles into your sides—feeling your ribs rattle with sniffles, struggling for air through your panic. “I wanna make sure we never have to be sorry again.”

He wraps an arm around the front of your hips, steadying you while stroking the loop of his belt over the plump of your cheeks—tentatively teasing the soft flesh with what was soon to come.

He licked his lips at the promise—already imagining the flawless flesh blooming with his marks.

“I think thirty is fair.”

“No- no please- please, don’t-” You thrash—but do so little more than in place.

“Don’t squirm,” he interrupts, his hand curling into your hip with blunt nails denting the fine skin, keeping you still, pushing your side snugly against his front—holding you intimately while gruffing out eerie murmurs still much too softly for what he was saying, “Remember, it’s another ten hits if you fight me and another ten if you argue.”

At least he doesn’t make you count....

You wouldn’t have been able to even under threat—too busy wailing.

Each hit like the lash of a whip, smacking you fast, one on top of the other. It’s enough to make you throw up after half of it—though it's mostly just water and acid.

He takes pity enough to allow you a small break. Wringing off his wife-beater and wiping your mouth with it—also brushing some of the sweat off your brow before kissing your forehead. 

“Halfway there, Sweetie- you’re doing so good~”  he whispered soothingly, holding your cheeks to pick your face up from hanging—looking into the hopeless look of your opium-blown eyes—so lost he didn’t know if you could even hear him.

He acts as though he’s sorry after, but the boner he’s got nudged against you doesn’t lie—desperately dry-humping your thigh for some sort of relief.

His breaths are tight and hot, puffed against your arm where he now mouths wet kisses. “Good-” he swallows thickly, brows tight-knit, voice thick with lust, “Good pet.”

You hadn’t noticed he was done. And the relief doesn’t register either. There isn’t much comfort in it to grasp, not with the pain still so numbingly intense that you can’t feel anything but the raw sting. 

He drops the belt to the floor and struggles his fly open, shoving the trousers down along with his boxers, stepping out of the heap in a rush—all the while sucking sloppy kisses on your shoulder and nape, mumbling praise, “Y’were so good- so good fo’me- gonna reward yah- my good fuckin’ baby- gonna make yah feel so fuckin’ good now-”

The flesh of your ass burns with welts and split skin, ugly marks already lining the once-pretty color with horrid shades of bruise-dark. Your throat’s ripped raw from all the wailing—only weeping harder when he takes your hips and sways you back to meet his fat erection.

He shamelessly rubs himself between your cheeks—frenzied with his mouth gaping, releasing a filthy shuddering moan while leering at the beautiful sight of his handiwork—feeling so proud he was blushing just from sheer sadistic enjoyment—even letting slip a breathy laugh now.

He hung his tongue out and let his drool drip onto the shaft, then placed another kiss between your shoulder blades. Gliding his tip down and, with the help of a hand, pushed it between your cheeks until it caught your entrance. 

A rugged groan blew hotly down your spine, and another cry was ripped from your chest as he sunk inside without a single spare second to waste.

He laid his face to rest against your back, nudging up inside you slowly with both arms wrapping around you like before—holding you snugly before he began the intimate pace, fucking only the deepest coziest parts of you.

“I love you, Sunshine- you’re mine- only one I give two shits about- rest can just fuck off for all I care- as long as I have you- right here… forever.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Overhaul ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Nanami, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Kuro, Sakusa, Miya twins, Iwaizumi ♡ CSM – Aki ♡ BLLK – Reo, Isagi, Kunigami, Baro, Shido, Karasu, Aiku ♡ DS – Doma, Sanemi ♡ AOT – Zeke ♡ HxH – Feitan, Uvogin ♡ WB – Suo, Umemiya, Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

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I wanna paint him as well

drowsy 🪼

— (rafayel)

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my baby my babyyyy or however it goes

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how to ask / motivate your favorite fanfic writers to post new works / update a new chapter WITHOUT rushing them or sounding entitled and rude;

don’t comment “when” or “will there be a next chapter” or “will you continue this?” quite frankly, these type of comments can sound like you’re demanding from your favorite writer, even if it may not be your intention.

if you’d love a sequel or are wondering when or if the fic will be updated, try something like “I love this so much!” *bonus if you explain why you love the fic or what you love about it* and then add something along the line of “if there’s a part 2 of this, I would be so excited / would absolutely love to read it!”

the trick is to avoid a blunt question like “will there be a part 2?” or “it’s been so long. when will you update?” etc.

honestly, DON’T ever comment something like “it’s been ___ months, ___ years” or “I don’t think the author will continue this lol” that’s one of the most effective ways to make sure your favorite author doesn’t come back to your favorite fic, and it’s just so… dishearteningly rude.

it doesn’t matter if it’s been months or years since the author’s last update, demanding and rushing them will most likely NOT give you the result you want.

reminder that fanfic authors are humans with lives and jobs outside of writing fanfiction, especially when fanfic is something they do in their free time out of love and passion, and you — the reader — get to read their works for free.

rushing and demanding will only make it sound like ‘a task that needs to get done’ for your favorite author, and it sucks out the joy of writing out of love and passion. it can be so discouraging for the authors.

fanfic authors don’t owe you anything.

even if they completely abandon the fic, it still doesn’t give you the right to be rude to them or to ask why they stopped writing or to coerce them into giving you what you want.

I can never say this enough; fanfic authors write in their free time, FOR FREE, out of love and passion. and you get to read their works FOR FREE because they’re kind enough to share their love for their comfort characters with you.

they don’t owe you anything.

it’s okay if you’re wondering when or if they’ll post something new, but it’s not okay to rush or demand from them.

comments are mostly what motivate authors into writing faster, so if you want your favorite authors to post more, comment about what you love about their works, express your gratitude to them for giving you these amazing fics for free, but don’t be an entitled reader by rushing or directly asking when they’ll update.

let’s keep fandom space safe and comforting for both writers and readers.

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You know when you get one of those readers who comments on every chapter of your fic, pointing out their favorite parts and quoting lines that really resonated with them?

Yeah, as a writer, this is an absolute gift. ❤️

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tifa in miu miu 🤠

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Two weeks until my exams are over and I can finally go back to writing 😭😭😭

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can your blorbo drive stick yes or no?

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Home

Sasuke quietly closed the door behind him, careful not to make a sound as he slipped off his shoes. It had been a long, exhausting mission, and his mind was consumed by the events of the day. He had a million thoughts running through his head, but one thing remained constant: he couldn’t wait to get back home to you.

As he stepped into the living room, the soft glow of the lamp illuminated the space. His heart stilled when he saw you, curled up on the couch. Your head was resting on a cushion, your face peaceful as you slept soundly, your body still, save for the rise and fall of your chest.

But what caught his eye wasn’t just how beautiful you looked, or how relaxed you appeared. It was the small, round bump that had grown since the last time he’d been home. Your belly—his baby—was showing more than ever. His gaze softened as he took in the sight.

Tora, the black cat who appeared in the garden and you just didn't let go, was curled up by your side, while Shiro, the white kitten you found on the street, had nestled into your lap, both of them fast asleep. The two cats, as usual, were your little companions, but tonight they were also his family, his little support system, quietly gathered around you as you waited for him to return.

Sasuke stood frozen for a moment, allowing himself a rare, vulnerable breath. He didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, didn’t deserve this soft, loving family he had somehow built. Yet here it was, right in front of him. He had a reason to come home now, something he never allowed himself to dream of before.

Sasuke walked slowly toward the sofa, he crouched down beside you, taking in the way the cats nestled closer to you. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek for a moment.

You stirred, just enough to let out a quiet sigh. The soft, sleepy smile that appeared on your face when you felt his touch made his chest tighten in ways he hadn’t expected. He couldn’t help it; he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, careful not to wake you.

“You’re home...” you mumbled softly, still half asleep, your voice thick with exhaustion but also that familiar warmth that always made him feel like he was exactly where he needed to be.

Sasuke smiled softly, his usual guarded expression replaced by something softer, something more real. “Yeah, I’m home.”

The words felt foreign on his lips. The word "home" lost its meaning a long time ago for him after everything that happened but it gained a new shade with you.

He stayed there for a moment, just watching you, allowing himself to feel this peace, this feeling of coming home, to more than just a structure.

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Sasuke has a weakness for the way you laugh.

He loves your giggle—the way you try to hold it back, the shy ones, the breathless ones—but when you laugh during sex? That’s a problem he adores.

It’s rare, but when something awkward happens—your leg slipping at the wrong angle, his hair getting in your mouth, or your head bumping into his—you just laugh because with Sasuke, you feel safe. You feel wanted. He makes you feel so comfortable in your own skin that you enjoy these messy moments. So you laugh, and your body shakes with it, clinging to him...And so does your pussy.

You giggle into his neck, and suddenly his grip on your waist tightens, voice low and rough:

“Fuck, baby... don’t do that.”

He breathes harder, staying buried deep inside you, hips locked against yours as he fights for control.

You’re laughing—gods, you’re still laughing—and it makes you squeeze him so tight he nearly sees stars. You’re warm, wet, wrapped around him like you were made for this, and it’s too much.

It takes everything in him not to finish right then.

“You better stop,” he growls into your ear, gripping the back of your knee and thrusting inside of you. Your laugh dissolved into a broken moan instantly, "or I’ll fucking cum way too fast.”