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KIROKAZE
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Product Placement
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Show & Tell
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Jules of Nature
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Masterlist
©️ loveandwarimagines 2025: do not repost or translate my work. Do not use AI on my work. This is the only place I post my work.
Band of Brothers
The Pacific
Masters of the Air
All coming soon.
Letters home
Smut Prompt List
Main Masterlist
Pick a number from one category
If the reader is m, f, or a member of the lgbtq+.
Please be 18+.
Send to my ASKs.
Once picked, it will be crossed out until I write it & then it will have a link to the story, with the requested ship next to it.
These won't be very long. A few hundred words.
Guidelines are here for my requests, including for this prompt list.
Please let me know if you wish to be added to the tag list for this.
Just a reminder, these are all smut
“You’ve got me all hot and bothered.”
“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.”
“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Please let me come.”
“God, you feel so good around me.”
“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”
“You good?”
“Mm, always so impatient for me, aren’t you?”
“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.”
“You wanna take control?”
“Let me ride you.”
“Behave.”
“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.”
“Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now…”
“Th-There are people outside this door—” “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?”
“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”
“Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?”
“Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.”
A softly exhaled, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”
“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?”
“How do you want me to touch you?”
“Let me show you how much I mean what I say.”
“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.”
“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?”
“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”
In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.”
“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “I… That’s not true.”
“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Lift your hips up for me.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy.”
“Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.”
“Stop glaring at me like you don’t enjoy me teasing you.”
“I want to be the one fucking you this time.”
“Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch.”
“I think you’d look even better under me.”
“And I think you’d look fucking hot when you’re on top of me.”
“Want you to ruin me.”
“Do whatever you want with me.”
“Just sit on my fucking face already.”
“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”
“What did I just say?”
“You feel so fucking good in me.”
“You can have all of me if that’s what you want.”
“Baby—shit—I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed like this.”
“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.”
“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”
“Let me make you feel good this time?”
“You only get to watch.” “B-but—” “No buts, sweetheart.”
“I’d fuck you right here, right now, if I could.”
“Let’s take it back to my place.”
“Are we— are we really going to do this here?”
“You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.”
“Why’d you stop?” “Because you sounded too fucking good and so I had like, a moment.”
“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.”
“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”
“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.”
Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.”
“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.”
“No one does it like you.”
“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad.” “You’ll get to do that once we get home.”
“I want you in the most sinful ways possible.”
What I will write for:
The Pitt
House of the Dragon
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms
Bad Boys (Armando)
Pope Cody
Bridgerton
Call of Duty.
Lord of the Rings
The Rings of Power.
Band of Brothers ○
Masters of the Air ○
The Pacific ○
SOS: Rogue Heroes ○ (the ones with ○ next to them will be placed on my other blog, but will link to this blog.)
Yes I know have unfinished stories, but I have writers block, so hopefully this will help me.
I just got this. Apparently it is a scam as my research as proven. I blocked the person just in case.
Just block anything that looks like this. Seen a few and it seems to be the same template pretty much.
I did not contact any of "Tumblr Support."
One of my all time favourite photos.
BAND OF BROTHERS — DONALD MALARKEY’S ARMS
BAND OF BROTHERS + text posts (part 6/?)
this sc is funny to me. so many eyes on him
I have been a quietly proud Canadian my whole life.
When I have travelled, when people ask me where I am from, as they can tell from my accent that I am not from their country, I say I am from Canada.
I have never been one to raise my flag up high, or put it on my clothes, unless it is for Canada Day.
But we have our own culture here, which many people do not realise.
We have our own music.
We have our own movies & TV shows.
We have our own sports teams for baseball, hockey, soccer, and basketball.
We have our own football league, the CFL.
We have our own festivals, and holidays. Each Province and Territory having their own specific holidays, like Family Day, Louis Riel Day, or Yukon Heritage Day just to name a few.
We have two national languages, English and French.
We have two national sports, Hockey and Lacrosse.
Our National animal is the Beaver.
We have our own Military and Navy. Yes, we do have a Navy, as many people have assumed we do not have one.
Our history is strong and interesting, and not at all boring, like many people assume.
Our history is filled with good, and bad.
But, we have always come together as a country, even when we were still under British rule, like during the war of 1812.
We fought hard during the conflicts our country has faced through the years, but we have stood together, along with our neighbour to the south.
Now, our country is being threatened by our once closest ally.
Many people find it funny when their government says we will become the 51st state, but to myself and many Canadians, it isn't funny.
We have stood side by side with your country through every conflict that I can think of, WW1, WW2, the Korean War, the war in Afghanistan.
If our Prime Minister was the first one to say that the United States of America should become our 11th Province, many people in the USA would be calling for war.
I have seen many Americans say they will march across our border and easily take our country.
I am tired of these threats from our neighbouring country.
Canada does not wish to be a part of America.
We never have and never will.
If you are Canadian, and wish to be American, the way for you to become one is through the proper protocols.
Not America trying to annex our Country.
I can't.
I just can't.
Imagine this is the look Jim gives you the first time he sees you.
You were a new nurse, and you were walking with the head nurse, not knowing that you have the eye of one Mr Jim Almonds.
The man is down-right smitten with you, and does everything he can to catch a glimpse of you, but he never goes up to you.
Until one day he fell, and hit his head. He was fine, but he needed to be seen by a nurse, and that day was just his luck, because there you were.
Standing in front of him, checking his head and going over the proper protocols for head injuries.
Jim didn't speak, only saying "mmhmm," or shaking his head no.
"You know Jim, if you just wanted to be this close to me, you could have just talked to me, instead of hurting yourself."
Jim, was to stunned to speak.
After that day, he made sure to come by and see you when he could, getting to know you.
When he finally asked you out, well, the words were hardly out of his mouth and you were saying yes.
I read your "noise" story, and while it ended up fine, I couldn't help but picture someone mad at them for any other reason (like some neighbor misunderstanding, f.e. the person thinks they messed up their yard or something), Sam is upset and kicks them out, but it didn't end up in good terms.
IMAGINE IF SOMEONE WAS TO "THREAT" SAM'S WIFE LIKE "Well, you're not always gonna be here, uh"
Oh boy, it wouldn't end well
Garden - Sam
You were on your knees in the vegetable patch, carefully tying up tomato vines, when you heard the raised voice. It was a harsh, grating sound against the quiet hum of your garden. You looked up to see Sam, his broad frame filling the front doorway, talking to your neighbour. Mr. Brown’s face was a mottled red, and he was jabbing a finger toward the fence line that separated your properties.
You wiped your hands on your jeans and stood, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach. You knew what this was about. You’d seen the splintered post on his fancy new fence yesterday. You’d also seen the neighborhood kids using it as a makeshift goalpost for their soccer game.
Sam’s posture was calm, but you knew him. You saw the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his hands were loosely curled at his sides—ready, but not aggressive. He was listening, his head slightly tilted. You couldn’t hear the words, but the tone was clear: accusation.
You moved toward the porch, but Sam caught your eye over Mr. Brown’s shoulder. He gave a tiny, almost imperceptible shake of his head. Stay there. I’ve got this.
So you hovered by the climbing clematis, your heart beating a little too fast.
“I’m just telling you what I saw,” Mr. Brown’s voice carried now, sharp and indignant. “Or what I didn’t see. Nobody else over there. Just your wife, puttering around right near that fence line all hours of the day.”
“My wife was transplanting seedlings yesterday afternoon,” Sam’s voice was a low, steady rumble, a counterpoint to Brown’s shrillness. “She was right here, in this bed. She wouldn’t have had any reason to be near your fence, and she certainly didn’t damage it.”
“And I’m just supposed to take your word for it? A new fence post isn’t cheap, son.”
Sam’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly at the ‘son’. “I’m not your son. I’m your neighbor, giving you the facts. It wasn’t her.”
“I want to hear it from her,” Brown insisted, trying to peer around Sam. “Let her come out here and take responsibility for her mistakes like an adult. Hiding behind her husband?”
You took a step forward, ready to defend yourself, but Sam’s voice, though still calm, dropped a degree in temperature. It was the voice he used when a situation was transitioning from diplomatic to dangerous.
“She’s not hiding. I’m handling it,” Sam said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re speaking to me. And you’ve made your accusation. I’ve given you your answer. It wasn’t her. We’re done here.”
The finality in his voice was absolute. Mr. Brown seemed to realize he wasn’t getting past this wall of quiet, implacable resolve. He scoffed, his face twisting with frustration. He took a step back, throwing his hands up in mock surrender.
“Fine. Have it your way. Protect your little wife.” He turned to go, but then he paused, tossing the words over his shoulder like a lit match into dry tinder. “You’re not always gonna be here, soldier.”
The world froze.
The insult to you was one thing. The threat, veiled and vile, hidden within those words, was another thing entirely.
In the space of a single heartbeat, Sam moved.
It wasn’t a blur of rage; it was a terrifyingly efficient and precise motion. He was down the porch steps and had closed the distance between them before Mr. Brown could take step away. Sam’s left hand shot out, fist curling tightly into the man’s polo shirt collar, twisting it and lifting up just enough to cut off his air and stand him on his toes.
Mr. Brown’s eyes bulged, all the bluster instantly replaced by pure, startled fear. He was a large man, but Sam made him look small.
Sam brought his face close, his voice a low, deadly whisper that carried to where you stood, cold and clear.
“Listen to me,” Sam growled, the soldier in him present in every hardened syllable. “What happens on my property, to my wife, is my business. Always. Whether I’m here or not. You look at her, you speak to her, you even think about her in a way I don’t like, and the last thing you’ll ever worry about is a fucking fence post. Do you understand me?”
He gave him a small, sharp shake, not enough to hurt, but enough to emphasize every single word.
Mr. Brown, choking slightly, could only manage a frantic, wide-eyed nod.
Sam held him there for a second longer, letting the promise sink in, before releasing him with a shove that sent him stumbling back. “Now get off my property.”
Mr. Brown didn’t need to be told twice. He scrambled away, not looking back, his dignity in tatters around his expensive loafers.
Sam watched him until he was gone, his chest rising and falling with a deep, controlled breath. Then he turned. The fierce protectiveness in his eyes softened the moment they landed on you. He walked back to you, each step measured and calm again.
He stopped in front of you, his big hands coming up to cradle your arms, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over your skin. “You okay?” he asked, his voice back to its normal, gentle rumble.
You nodded, reaching up to place a hand on his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart under your palm. “I am. Are you?”
He leaned forward and pressed a firm, lingering kiss to your forehead. “I’m perfect,” he murmured against your skin. Then he looked over at your tomato plants. “Now. Tell me what you need help tying up.”
Masterlist
“Fine. Have it your way. Protect your little wife.” He turned to go, but then he paused, tossing the words over his shoulder like a lit match into dry tinder. “You’re not always gonna be here, soldier.”
École Polytechnique Massacre
On 6 December 1989, a man entered a mechanical engineering classroom at Montreal’s École Polytechnique armed with a semi-automatic weapon. After separating the women from the men, he opened fire on the women while screaming, “You are all feminists.”
December 6 is the National Day of Remembrance and Action on Violence against Women in Canada
Dick wants that cookie so bad
A reminder for when you’re writing
Moe Alley & Chuck Grant in the Last Patrol
Babe Heffron & Chuck Grant in The last Patrol
his rules only, btw