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demensrage · 1 month ago

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g for get some fun ⚊ • . with itachi and shisui uchiha

summary: training can be fun, but it's more fun when your favorite people decide to give you their full attention. under their care, training will always be fun.

cw: threesome, double penetration, oral (f/m. receiving), fingering, breeding kink, dirty talk, tits sucking.

wordcount: 6.6k

note: english is not my firts lenguage so please forgive me for the grammatical errors I may commit.

Your body trembled with pure rage, so intense that even your muscles hurts. You watched the sun rise on the horizon as you kept ranting, hurling shurikens over and over at the tree in front of you, as if those small weapons could tear away the burning anger from that public humiliation. The scene with your instructor was still seared into your mind.

"No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be anyone." Those words stabbed into your brain like a sharp kunai. How dare he say that to you? He was just a fool consumed by envy. Sure, you hadn’t awakened the Sharingan yet, but your life had been relatively peaceful. You hadn’t faced the darkness needed to activate those eyes that defined your clan.

After throwing the last shuriken, you let out a deep sigh and raised your hands to the sky, stretching. Waking up early to train hadn’t been the best idea, but you felt that need, that urgency to prove your instructor wrong. It didn’t matter that he thought you were destined for mediocrity. You knew your future would be different.

You were more angry than exhausted, and just as you walked to pick up the shurikens embedded in the tree, you realized there was nothing in front of you anymore. You frowned, puzzled, and quickly glanced around. No one was there. You clenched your teeth, biting the inside of your cheek, and cursed quietly.

Suddenly, you felt a soft tap on your head, a playful pat. You spun around quickly, ready to defend yourself, but the shurikens reappeared stuck in the tree as if they had never disappeared. And there, standing right in front of you, was Itachi, looking at you with an innocent expression, but his activated Sharingan told a different story. That intense crimson, with its perfect black tomoe, stirred a mix of admiration and envy in you. The power you so longed to have was right in front of you, and in him, it seemed so natural, as if it required no effort.

"You keep falling for the same trick," said a familiar voice behind you, full of amusement.

When you turned to face him, it wasn’t Itachi who moved, but Shisui, who in a swift and carefree motion, stole a kiss from you. It was fleeting, almost ethereal, but it left a burning spark on your lips.

Your heart skipped a beat as he looked at you with a playful smile, while Itachi stood still in front of you, calm, as if it had all been just another prank between friends.

You couldn’t understand what had changed that suddenly both Shisui and Itachi had started behaving in this strangely affectionate way. Shisui, usually playful but reserved, was now stealing kisses as if it were a regular thing, and worst of all, Itachi, who had always been colder and more calculating, didn’t seem upset or surprised, but... almost complicit.

When did it start being like this? You felt confused. It was as if overnight the dynamic between the three of you had changed without warning, and you were left stuck in the middle, not understanding the new rules of the game. You had trained with them for years, shared missions, laughter, and moments of tension, but they had never dared to cross that line.

You decided not to overthink it, letting it be, because for some reason, it felt... right. As if everything had finally fallen into place, as if this, what was happening between the three of you, was meant to be. It was a strange feeling, but comforting, as if you had been resisting something inevitable for a long time, and now, by letting it flow, everything felt in harmony.

"Did we miss something?" Itachi asked as he picked up your shurikens from the tree for you. His tone was calm, but his words snapped you back to reality. "You seem distracted." His gaze softened, and then he added, with a comforting calmness, "You know, you shouldn't pay attention to what your instructor says."

You watched him approach slowly, and before you could respond, Itachi smiled at you with a tenderness he rarely showed. With a simple but familiar gesture, he gently ruffled your hair. The usual coldness on his face had completely vanished in that moment.

Your breath caught for a moment when his lips brushed against yours with a softness you hadn't expected. It was a kiss so gentle yet deep in its intent, as if he'd been watching how you'd sought the same from Shisui and was now offering it to you on his behalf.

Your thoughts, still a bit disorganized by the sudden change in his behavior, quieted completely. Itachi's kiss had something different. Where Shisui was playful, Itachi was measured and sure.

The question surged back into your mind, like an echo reverberating in your thoughts. You had lost count of how many times those small, intimate gestures had become so commonplace. It had all started in the privacy of one of their rooms, stolen moments that now seemed not to matter at all. The brush of their hands, the glances that lingered a little longer than usual, the silences filled with meaning… Everything had evolved into something much more open, and intimacy had ceased to be a secret.

It was as if they were claiming you as part of them, as if you somehow belonged to their world. You were theirs, only theirs. Right? You always had been, hadn’t you? On reflection, there had never been another friend in their lives besides you. They never talked about other girls with that kind of closeness, and you never saw them interact with other women in a romantic way. Really, they were always where you were.

The realization clicked in your mind immediately, like a gear perfectly fitting into place. You weren’t theirs; they were yours. That idea, once vague, now shone with clarity. They were your friends, your confidants, but also something more. They belonged to you just as much as you did to them.

Itachi was only older than you by less than three months, but that had never been an obstacle. You had known each other since infancy, sharing laughter and tears in a corner of the world that had always belonged to the both of you. Then came Shisui, who joined the friendship you and Itachi shared. He fit in instantly, as if he were the missing piece of a puzzle that had always been incomplete.

Now that you thought about it, they had always orbited around you. You hadn’t noticed it at first, but every gesture and every word took on new meaning. The way they protected you, how they comforted you in difficult moments, or how they allowed you to sleep on them when fatigue overtook you. It was a subtle but profound bond, built on years of trust and loyalty.

You could remember those moments when they carried you in their arms when you asked for help, those instances of vulnerability where you allowed their closeness to envelop you like a warm coat. You tried to recall a time when they weren’t by your side, and it was like searching for a shadow in the dark: it simply didn’t exist. Not even the one time they had denied you something felt real.

They were always there, always ready to offer their support. You were the center of their world, and they were yours. With each revelation, the feeling of belonging grew stronger. It wasn’t just friendship; it was a bond that transcended simple companionship. You were important to them, and the idea that they also belonged to you began to settle deep within your soul.

With every look you shared with Itachi and every laugh exchanged with Shisui, you realized you had never been alone. And now, as you accepted that the love and intimacy they offered you weren’t just gifts but a promise, you felt yourself opening up to a future that had always been there, waiting to be claimed.

"You’re distracted again," said Itachi, frowning as if he could see through the façade you were trying to maintain. "If it’s because of what the instructor said…"

"It’s not that," you replied immediately, letting out a radiant smile that lit up your face. The sunlight seemed to reflect off your cheeks as you tried to downplay his words. "It’s just that I woke up really early."

You couldn’t simply admit that, more than ever, you liked the idea of being part of what they had agreed upon in private. It was a secret that pulsed between the three of you, a connection that felt more intense with each little gesture, each shared smile. Now that you thought about it, the idea of what was happening, though it still lacked a defined name, filled you with a warmth you couldn’t ignore.

Shisui, who had been a step behind, moved a little closer, his smile full of complicity. "Maybe we should train together," he suggested, with that playful air that was so characteristic of him. "That way we can make sure you don’t get lost in thought for too long."

The idea of spending time alone with them, training and joking around, filled you with a barely contained excitement. It was a perfect moment, an opportunity to explore that bond that was forming, that connection that felt more natural with each passing day. You knew you liked what was happening, and now that you were starting to accept it, the possibility of it all becoming something more filled you with anticipation.

You nodded immediately, feeling the excitement grow inside you. "That sounds perfect," you said, carefully taking the shurikens from Itachi’s hand, your fingers brushing his for a brief moment that sent a pleasant shiver through you.

Shisui watched you, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Are you ready to be defeated?” he asked, his playful tone contrasting with the seriousness of the training.

“Defeated? I think you’re mistaken,” you replied, feeling the adrenaline start to flow. “I’m not going to let that happen.” With every word, your determination grew stronger.

“Come on,” Itachi said, his voice firm but filled with a strange warmth. “Show me what you’ve learned.”

With a confident smile, you got into position, feeling the solid ground beneath your feet. You knew your strength lay in hand-to-hand combat, and you were determined to use that to your advantage. However, part of you was aware that, with Itachi and Shisui as your opponents, the odds were against you. Both were prodigies, and while training with them made you better, you knew you’d need more than strength to take them on.

With a swift movement, you launched yourself toward them, knowing the key would be staying unpredictable and taking advantage of any opening you could find.

You let yourself fall heavily onto the grass, exhaustion taking over every muscle in your body. Drops of sweat trickled down your forehead, some lost in the grass while others continued their path down to your jaw. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, desperately seeking oxygen to calm your body’s frantic rhythm after the intense training.

“Just five minutes, okay?” you gasped, covering your face with the back of your left hand while the other rested on your stomach. The contact with the cool air helped you recover, but you knew those five minutes would likely turn into more if you didn’t get up soon.

From your position on the ground, you heard the calm footsteps of Itachi and Shisui approaching. Itachi crouched down beside you with his usual calmness, while Shisui plopped down heavily next to you, letting out a dramatic sigh.

“Five minutes, you say,” Shisui commented, clearly less exhausted than you but pretending to be amusingly exasperated. “I’m surprised you’re not asking for ten yet.”

Itachi looked at you with a small smile on his lips before gently lowering himself onto the grass as well, although remaining more composed. “You’ve improved a lot,” he remarked in his calm tone, as if the combat hadn’t affected him as much.

“I have the best trainers,” you replied with a tired smile, still covering part of your face with your arm. Even though you were exhausted, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of inner satisfaction from Itachi’s words and Shisui’s complicity. After all, training with them was a privilege, and every day made you improve just a little more.

Shisui chuckled softly, gazing up at the sky. “Of course, we’re a marvel,” he joked, though there was a hidden sincerity in his tone.

“It’s not just because of us,” Itachi retorted, looking at you warmly. “You have talent, and you know it.”

Those words made your heart skip a beat. You had heard compliments before, but when they came from them, the impact was different, deeper. You knew both of them were honest with you; they would never tell you something just to make you feel better.

You moved your hand away from your face, feeling the slight coolness of the air as you absentmindedly played with the hem of your leggings, which fit your body like a second skin. “Thank you,” you murmured softly, not taking your gaze off the clouds beginning to cover the sky, trying to maintain calm amid the intimacy of the moment.

The light weight of Shisui’s head settled on your stomach, and a shiver ran across your skin when he left a brief kiss on your thigh, his warm breath marking every touch. You didn’t say anything; you just began to tangle your fingers in his hair, playing with the softness of his strands. The movement of your hands felt almost instinctive, as if they had always been meant to touch him that way.

Itachi, for his part, was equally serene in his actions. His fingers brushed your cheek gently, using his knuckles before taking your chin between his fingers, leaning closer to you. His deep gaze captivated you, as if he were asking permission for what would come next. There was something in his eyes, a mix of tenderness and restrained desire that always managed to disarm you.

You nodded softly, barely a movement, but enough for him to notice. One of your hands left Shisui's hair, gliding down his neck, while your lips met Itachi's in a kiss that shifted from soft to intense in a matter of seconds. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, seeking entry, and without hesitation, you allowed him in, opening your mouth to feel the kiss deepen, becoming more demanding.

Shisui began to leave a line of soft, teasing kisses on your thigh, his mouth slowly advancing while the warmth of his lips spread across your skin. You felt his skilled hands lift the fabric of your top with the same calmness with which he placed each kiss, until his lips found your abdomen. A shiver ran through your body as his warm breath touched your exposed skin.

Each kiss that traveled up toward your neck heightened the anticipation in your body, until finally, his lips reached your collarbone, lingering there with a longer kiss. Itachi pulled away with his characteristic control, leaving space for Shisui to continue, but not without looking at you one last time with that intensity that always disarmed you.

Shisui's lips finally reached yours, capturing you in a kiss that was as heated as Itachi's, but different in its own way—more playful, more wild. The differences between the two had always fascinated you, the way they could complement each other, and now more than ever, you realized how surrendered you were to the delicate balance they shared.

Everything began to take a different path, one that blurred the lines between friendship and something deeper. Itachi's hands found their way under your top, his fingers soft and determined squeezing your breasts through your sports bra, creating a sensation of warmth and desire that made you hold your breath.

“You can say no if you don’t want to,” Shisui murmured against your lips, his voice low and tempting. He gently tugged on your lower lip between his teeth, sending a pleasurable shiver through your body, before licking it with a sweetness that left you yearning for more.

“You don’t have to agree if you’re not comfortable yet,” Itachi added, his tone firm but understanding, as if he were genuinely considering your feelings at that moment. His gaze remained fixed on yours, searching for any sign of doubt or discomfort, making sure you didn’t feel pressured.

“Yes, I want to,” you said, feeling the decision flow clearly in your voice. You exchanged glances with them, a mix of excitement and anticipation filling the air between you.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Itachi said, helping you to your feet with a firm yet gentle gesture. His hand felt warm around your wrist as he guided you. Shisui followed, his presence close to you reassuring, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this.

Itachi led the way, while Shisui stayed by your side, ensuring you felt comfortable.

Finally, they arrived at a small clearing, secluded and tranquil, surrounded by trees that offered a sense of privacy. The place was illuminated by the soft light of the sunset, creating a magical atmosphere.

“Is this okay here?” Itachi asked, looking around to make sure it was the right spot.

You turned to look at him, feeling a knot of nervousness forming in your stomach. God, they were fucking beautiful; the sunset light illuminated their faces in an almost ethereal way. “Yeah, um…” you began, unsure of how to articulate your thoughts.

Itachi, ever perceptive, noticed you had more to say. With a slight smile, he tilted his head, encouraging you to continue. “No one comes here, just the three of us, and now you,” he said, his voice calm and confident, like an anchor in the midst of your confusion.

You felt a little more relaxed at his assurance. You knew there was a shared trust between the three of you, an understanding that went beyond words. Gathering your courage, you decided to speak.

“Just… I don’t know exactly how… how to proceed,” you admitted, feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I don’t want you to feel pressured, or for this to change what we have.”

Shisui stepped forward, his expression gentle. “No one is pressured. We want you to feel good and safe with us. We’re here for you, no matter how you want this to progress.”

Shisui’s words were like a balm, soothing your anxieties and allowing you to open up to the possibility of what was to come.

You gathered the courage to approach Shisui, your trembling lips pressing against his as you nervously took Itachi’s hand, not wanting to leave him behind. The contact was electrifying, and although your nerves were on edge, you felt it was time to let go.

Itachi’s hands moved firmly, finding your breasts and squeezing them over the fabric of your top, his fingers sinking into you with a mix of desire and possession. Heat built up quickly, elevating the tension in the air.

Shisui broke the kiss, but only to tilt your face toward Itachi, forcing you to look into his dark, deep eyes. “Kiss him,” he murmured as he began to leave kisses and nibbles on your neck, his hot, wet lips trailing sensations that made you shiver. It was as if each touch ignited a spark of desire within you.

You let yourself go, feeling how Itachi responded to your body, his hands gripping you with an intensity that made you gasp. The pace became more frantic, the air thick with a mix of sweat and desire, and you found yourself caught in the whirlwind of their caresses.

The next thing that happened was instantaneous: your shorts and panties disappeared, leaving you completely exposed. Itachi gently pushed you to the ground, and as he removed your top and bra, you felt a chill run through your body. Your hands instinctively closed around your breasts, and you squeezed your legs together, a blush flooding your cheeks as the reality of the situation hit you.

It was the first time you were completely at their mercy, vulnerable and exposed. But as their gazes met yours, a spark of trust ignited within you. They weren’t just men; they were your friends, your protectors. With a trembling breath, you decided it was time to let them take control.

Carefully, you began to uncover your breasts, feeling the cool air caress your skin. Both of their eyes shone with a mix of desire and possession, and although their expressions were dark, you felt them consuming you with their gaze. They shared a brief knowing glance before leaning in, and in a simultaneous movement, each took one of your breasts in their mouth.

A gasp escaped your lips as you felt the warmth and wetness of their mouths on you. Your hands found their necks, pressing their heads closer, binding their lips to your body with a need you hadn’t anticipated. Each suck, each caress, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you lose touch with reality, leaving only the fire that burned in your chest.

Your breasts were a delicacy between their lips, each suction resonating in your mind like an echo of pure pleasure. Shisui focused on one while Itachi alternated between biting and licking the other, creating a rhythm that made your body respond with a ravenous desire.

Itachi’s hands slid down to your waist, exploring your skin as his lips moved with devotion, each kiss leaving a mark of his hunger. “You look so beautiful like this,” Shisui murmured, the vibration of his voice sending a wave of pleasure straight to your stomach.

As both of them dedicated themselves to you, desire took over, filling you with a need you could barely control. You arched your back, seeking more contact, more of them.

The way Itachi cheekily nibbled on your nipple and then licked it to soothe the burning sensation was pure lust. You let yourself go, feeling the pleasure intensify with every movement.

Meanwhile, hands began to make their way between your legs, and the feeling of two fingers parting your folds made you gasp. Shisui’s smile was mischievous, his mouth still busy with your breast, and you felt the tension building. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured against your nipple, his words sending a wave of heat that made you shiver.

Itachi, wasting no time, joined his hand with Shisui’s, their fingers working in perfect sync as he moved up to kiss you with a possession that made you feel like you had no escape. His lips took over yours, filling you with a mix of desire and urgency, while his other hand twisted and caressed your nipples between his fingers.

Shisui gave your clit a pinch, eliciting a cry of pleasure to escape your lips. Before you could process it, he dipped a finger inside you, making you moan as your hips arched to receive him. “You like that, huh?” he whispered with a mischievous grin, as he began pumping in a slow, teasing rhythm.

Itachi, not missing the opportunity, began to stimulate your bundle of nerves, his fingers moving expertly as his dark eyes focused on you. “Look at you, so soaked for us,” he murmured, his voice filled with desire. The heat inside you increased as you lost yourself in the pleasure.

“See how that makes you feel?” Shisui continued, adding a second finger, increasing the intensity. “You can’t deny how much you like it, can you? Let it all flow out.”

The words made it even more intense. With each thrust, your body responded with a mix of moans and sighs, the pleasure building up more and more.

Itachi leaned closer, his lips barely touching your ear. “You want more, sweetie? Tell me,” he said in a seductive tone. “We won’t stop you, I want you to moan our name.”

“Yes!” you exclaimed as Shisui added another finger, curling it inside you and pressing that sweet spot that made you lose your mind. The pleasure intensified, and your legs spread wider, wanting to be filled even more.

Itachi’s hands gave one last tug to your nipples, a gesture that left you even more turned on. When he pulled down his pants, you couldn’t help but stare brazenly, your eyes fixed on his crotch, ready to discover what he was hiding.

“Sit on my face, sweetie,” Shisui said, his voice thick with desire. The command was a tantalizing whisper, and you couldn’t resist. Without a second thought, you moved, placing yourself on top of him as your body vibrated with anticipation.

With one movement, you dropped down, feeling his mouth find you just as you settled in. Shisui's fingers continued to pump inside you, and the combination of his mouth and hands brought you to the edge of ecstasy.

Itachi watched you, his gaze filled with desire, and that only made the situation even more intense. "That's it, that's how I like it," Shisui said, keeping up his pace as your hips moved, enjoying the pleasure they gave you.

Itachi brought a hand to his cock, fucking his fist as he watched you ride Shisui's mouth, who had his hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you pinned down on him.

You bit your lip as you felt his tongue tease your entrance, an overwhelming heat running through your body. Your gaze connected to the sight before you; fuck, your mouth was watering just watching it. "Open that pretty mouth for me," Itachi said, his voice thick with desire.

You couldn't resist the temptation. With a brazen gesture, you opened your mouth, ready to please him. The mix of sensations, of pleasure and desire, enveloped you as you let yourself get carried away by the moment.

You took him like a good girl, wrapping your lips around his length, slowly, feeling every inch as you kept eye contact with Itachi. He watched you with overwhelming intensity, his jaw tense as you let your tongue run along his length.

Shisui's muffled moans against your center only increased the pressure in your body, your legs shaking as he devoured you mercilessly, his tongue moving skillfully. Itachi let out a low growl, his hand tangling in your hair, gently guiding you as you sank deeper into the rhythm they both set for you.

You rolled your hips harder as you felt Shisui's hands squeeze your ass, forcing you even closer to his mouth, even though you already felt like you were as close as you could be. His tongue worked relentlessly, finding every spot that made you shiver, while his fingers dug harder into your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

The wet sound of his tongue moving in you and your own moans, muffled by Itachi's pressure in your mouth, created an intoxicating mix that made you lose yourself in pleasure.

You sucked harder, following the rhythm Itachi set as he looked at you with desire in his eyes. His moans were soft but deep, and every sound that came out of his mouth motivated you to keep going, to give him more. Your tongue brushed his skin with precision, tasting every part of him as you took him deep, letting yourself be guided by the heat and urgency of the moment.

"You're doing so well," Itachi whispered, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you gently. His caresses on your head were a contrast to the intensity of the moment, filled with a strange kind of tenderness as he watched you with his dark, piercing eyes.

Shisui, beneath you, increased the pressure of his tongue, causing a moan to choke from your throat, vibrating against Itachi. “Fuck, keep it up,” Shisui growled, his voice muffled by your skin, as his hands gripped your hips tighter, controlling your every movement on him.

You were so close that you couldn’t help but sob in pleasure, the sounds escaping your lips in the midst of your work. Every caress, every brush of Shisui’s tongue, and every thrust from Itachi brought you to the edge, and the heat in your abdomen grew, threatening to spill over at any moment.

“That’s it, let yourself go,” Itachi murmured, watching intently as you lost yourself in the pleasure they both offered you. His soft voice was like a balm, and even though you felt exposed, there was something incredibly liberating about letting yourself go in the moment. The combination of his words and Shisui's actions had you wanting more, more and more, as the pleasure built up inside you.

You felt it coming, that boiling point where the pressure became almost unbearable. Your hip movements became erratic, the need to release all that tension intensifying. Still, you tried to continue your work, holding yourself on the edge as you rode the rising wave of orgasm.

Moans escaped your lips, each sound becoming an echo of the pleasure flooding your senses. Shisui, sensing your struggle, increased the pressure of his tongue, while Itachi looked at you with a fire in his eyes that made you feel even more alive.

"That's it, let yourself go," Itachi repeated, encouraging you. You let yourself fall into the abyss, the wave of pleasure crashing against you, taking you with it. Euphoria enveloped you completely, and in that instant, everything else disappeared.

Itachi pulled away from your mouth, gently caressing your cheek with his fingers, his gaze filled with complicity and desire as your head rested on his thigh. The warmth of his skin was comforting, like a refuge after the storm of pleasure.

Shisui, for his part, caressed your ass before pulling away from you, leaving you with an empty feeling that contrasted with the recent satisfaction. His absence was palpable, but the way they both looked at you, with a glint in their eyes that promised more, filled you with anticipation.

“Are you okay?” Itachi asked, his voice low and soft, as he watched you carefully, as if to make sure you were comfortable after the intense experience. “Yes,” you whispered, your lips swollen and wet, voice shaky from the mix of exhaustion and desire.

Itachi smiled, a glint of satisfaction in his gaze. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, stroking your hair before looking up at Shisui. “Ready for another?” Shisui asked, his tone playful and teasing. “Because I see you ready for more.”

With a slight nod, you braced yourself for what was to come, the air thick with anticipation and desire. You felt the electricity between them, the way they both shared this moment, and you couldn’t help but feel anxious for what was to follow.

“Stay like that, baby,” Itachi said, moving closer until he was behind you. His hands found your wetness, two fingers sliding gently, feeling every response from your body as Shisui settled in beside you.

You felt Itachi's presence behind you, his lips and teeth leaving soft bites on the skin of your neck, the combination of pain and pleasure lighting up every nerve. Itachi held you against his chest, his hands firmly on your thighs, controlling your movements with ease.

As Shisui aligned himself with your entrance, the atmosphere was charged with palpable tension, and with a deep inhale, your body braced itself for what was to come.

Shisui's thrust was firm and deep, slowly filling you as your walls tightened around him, instinctively squeezing him. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt him push his way inside you, stretching you in a delicious way. Your hands gripped his shoulders as your legs wrapped around his waist tighter, trying to adjust to the sensation invading your body.

Itachi, behind you, continued to place soft bites and kisses on your neck, his hands running up and down your sides, fueling the fire already burning within you.

Each thrust from Shisui made your body tremble with a mix of pleasure and need. His movements were slow, but each one was deep, filling you completely and stretching the time between desire and satisfaction. Your breathing became erratic as your head rested on Itachi's shoulder, who continued to spread soft caresses over your skin, his lips tracing a path of heat on your neck.

Shisui's lips found your breast, his tongue teasing your nipple as his hips continued to thrust in a deliberate rhythm. The feel of his mouth combined with the deep movements of his hips made you moan, your body trapped between them, every inch of your skin being claimed by them.

You felt each movement with overwhelming intensity, completely filled by both of them as they moved inside you with such precise synchronicity that it left you breathless. The slow, calculated thrusts seemed to have a purpose, allowing your body to adjust to the intrusion as the pressure inside you grew with each second.

Shisui held you firm against his chest, his hands sliding up your thighs with a contrasting softness to the strength of Itachi, who behind you controlled the pace with measured movements. Each time they thrust, a moan escaped your lips, as you felt them rub against each other inside you.

“More, please.” you gasped, rolling your hips in search of more. The plea that escaped your lips echoed in the air, a sound of desire that motivated them both even more. Shisui smiled against your skin, understanding your need, and began to increase the speed of his thrusts.

Itachi, sensing your impatience, adjusted his pace, causing the two of you to move in perfect harmony. The heat inside you intensified, each deep stroke causing sparks of pleasure to course through your entire body.

“That’s good, baby,” Shisui murmured, punctuating each thrust with a possessive touch as his mouth moved between your breasts, licking and nibbling at your skin.

Itachi, ever attentive, brought a hand down to stroke your clit, adding a new dimension to the wave of pleasure washing over you. “You like it like this?” he asked, his voice soft and commanding. “Yes, yes, yes,” you whimpered in pleasure.

Your response was almost a cry of need, and that only fueled the desire that burned between the three of you. Shisui held you tightly, his movements now more intense, hitting that sweet spot that made your body arch towards him.

“That’s it, baby, let go,” he murmured as his hips slammed into you, producing a wet sound that filled the air. Itachi, noticing your growing pleasure, increased the pace of his caresses on your clit, his fingers moving with precision and firmness.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Itachi said, watching as you writhed and moaned between them. The combination of their bodies, the pressure and the friction made you feel like you were about to burst, pleasure building in your belly as they both continued to take you higher.

Heat built up inside you, each thrust intensifying that feeling of fullness that was driving you crazy. Your legs wrapped around Shisui’s waist, clinging to him as Itachi continued to stimulate your clit with forceful, precise movements.

“You’re perfect,” Shisui murmured, his raspy voice filled with desire as his hips moved harder. Your body responded to his every move, feeling your walls tighten around both of them, causing a strangled moan to escape your lips.

“Give me more,” you begged, feeling the pleasure begin to consume every corner of your being. Both men looked at each other, a spark of complicity passing between them as they intensified their pace, bringing you to the edge.

“I’m so close…” you breathed out, each word laden with need. With every hip thrust and every caress of Itachi’s fingers, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You let yourself go, and in that instant, you decided that the only thing that mattered was this approaching ecstasy.

The waves of pleasure swept over you mercilessly, your body shaking violently as your climax washed over you, drowning your moans in an almost primal scream. The contractions inside you intensified, squeezing both men with each wave, bringing you to a place where time and space seemed to fade away.

Shisui held you firmly, making sure you didn’t collapse as Itachi continued to thrust deep, taking every moment of your ecstasy. The mix of sensations was overwhelming; The heat, the pressure, and the kisses they both bestowed upon you, all came together in a whirlwind of pleasure that left you breathless.

They both filled you, you felt your walls being stained by warm jets of semen. When Shisui and Itachi pulled out of you, you felt their seeds dripping from your pussy.

The warmth of his lips on your skin made you feel even more connected to them, as if each kiss was a silent promise of care and devotion. His hands moved slowly up your hips, drawing soft circles that sent shivers of pleasure through your still sensitive body.

“Are you okay?” Shisui asked, his voice low and full of tenderness as he looked at you with those dark eyes that seemed to understand you better than anyone else.

You nodded, feeling the mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. “Yes, more than okay.”

Itachi leaned in to kiss you again, his mouth so soft and tempting. His warm breath on your lips made you want more of them, more of that connection that had grown between the three of you. In that instant, everything that had happened before faded away, leaving you with only the desire to be here, with them, forever.

#itachi x reader #itachi uchiha #itachi x oc #shisui uchiha #shisui x reader #itachi smut #shisui smut #naruto x reader #kinktober #—demensrage.

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httpvomitello · 2 months ago

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Hi hi! Can I request donnie x s/o (fem) where he confesses to reader in the middle of a fight with one of the villans and their just like: uhh... should I be here?

Have a good day/night :]

Hi, hi!! Thanks for the request, I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it too! Since there were no specifications of which year Donnie would be, I decided to make it from the Bayverse. Have a great day/afternoon/night!

In the middle of the fight *⁠.⁠✧

The poor artificial lighting of the warehouse combined with the industrial lamps illuminated the piles of crates and rusty equipment with a sullen glint. The smell of oil and metal dominated and there was the distant sound of water dripping. The Foot Clan had been broadening and getting demandingly aggressive and was so tonight. You had no right to complain when you followed him willingly, however, even for this situation, nerves stood out.

"Stay close to me." Donnie had said something which really sounded more like a plea, but there was no opportunity to reply. On your entry, the Foot ninjas had launched a group attack.

The metallic ring of the weapons, the effortful sounds of wrestling, the sound of the percussion as Donnie struck the bo staff through the air. A time or two a shuriken or flying kick might come your way, and all you could do is try and weave. Still, you could not help but finally pay attention to Donnie’s protectiveness. He was often around, looking at you with concern with every instance where you had to defend yourself against an aggressor.

"Donnie, focus!" you screamed, to deflect a punch by one of the ninjas. But just as quickly it would be Donnie in the scene beating your opponent to the punch as he swung his staff to knock your opponent right back.

The leader of the group stepped forward. He was bigger than the others, more skilled, and he moved with a confidence that made you nervous.

"You really think you can take me down?" the man sneered, his voice deep and mocking.

Donnie narrowed his eyes, his grip tightening on his bo staff. "I don't think. I know."

They charged at each other, weapons clashing with force. You watched with bated breath, unsure if you should jump in or stay back. Donnie was handling himself well, but this guy was no joke. Every time it seemed like Donnie gained the upper hand, the villain would counter with a brutal strike, sending sparks flying as metal hit metal.

Then, out of nowhere, something happened. As Donnie blocked another attack, his voice broke through the chaos. "This isn't how I wanted to do this!" he yelled, his eyes locking onto yours for a brief moment.

Your heart skipped a beat. "What?"

He pushed the villain back with a grunt, and in the heat of the fight, he shouted, "I like you, okay? I—no, I love you!"

You froze.

The villain, who had been winding up for another strike, paused mid-swing, his confusion evident.

You didn’t know what to say. Was this really happening? Right now? In the middle of a fight? "Donnie, what the—"

Donnie twirled his staff, knocking the villain back again with a swift move. "I know! I know this isn't the best time, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer!"

The villain looked between the two of you, his sword still raised, but clearly unsure if he should be attacking or letting the moment play out. "Are you seriously doing this right now?"

"Kind of busy, pal!" Donnie snapped, deflecting another hit. But his eyes kept darting toward you, his face flushed under the faint light. "But yeah... I've been holding it in for a while now. I—I've wanted to tell you for so long, and now, here we are, and it just... slipped out."

You blinked, still processing what was happening. A part of you wanted to yell at him for picking such a ridiculous time to confess, but another part of you was... thrilled. Despite the danger, Donnie had just blurted out the truth, and it left you feeling lightheaded.

"Uh... okay?" you managed, your voice shaky. "But Donnie, now? We're kind of—"

Before you could finish, the villain interrupted with an exaggerated sigh.

"This is ridiculous."

He sheathed his weapon and backed away slowly, his hands raised. "You two need to figure this out, clearly. I'll just... yeah. I'll catch you later or whatever." He turned and walked off, muttering under his breath about how unprofessional the whole thing was.

Donnie stood there, breathing heavily, but his eyes were locked on you, waiting for a response.

You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. "Did you just... scare off a villain by confessing your feelings?"

He laughed breathlessly, shrugging. "I guess so?"

You took a deep breath, stepping closer to him. "Donnie, I... I don't know what to say. I mean, I had no idea you felt that way."

His expression softened, and despite the battle that had just unfolded, there was an intensity in his gaze now that made you forget everything else.

"I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. But it's true. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. You... you mean a lot to me."

You smiled, despite yourself, feeling your heart swell. "You mean a lot to me, too, Donnie. I—"

Before you could finish, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. For a moment, it was just the two of you, and nothing else mattered.

"So... does this mean you're not mad at me for confessing during a fight?" he asked, his voice light, teasing.

You laughed softly, resting your head against his plastron. "Oh, I'm definitely mad. But we'll talk about that later."

"Fair enough," he said with a grin. "But for now, can we focus on the fact that I totally just scared off a villain with my feelings?"

You pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, I'll give you that. But next time, maybe pick a better moment?"

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Deal."

#reader #x reader #y/n #tmnt #tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt x reader #donnie tmnt #donnie x reader #donniebayverse x reader

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 1 year ago

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Guilt (18+)

Leonardo x reader x Raphael

A/N: Spicy time!... Or, kinda... This is the first time I’m writing anything that is stepping anywhere close to the NSFW area. It is not a lot, but I hope it’s still enjoyable.

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You are in a relationship with Raphael, but Leonardo is hiding some intense feelings for you. Mainly written with Leo’s thoughts in focus.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, implied smut, angst?

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The lair echoed with the distant hum of machinery, a subtle reminder of the ever-present dangers that the four turtle brothers faced in their perpetual battles against the forces of evil. Yet, amidst the shadows, Leonardo fought a more personal and silent struggle - the tumultuous clash between his duty as a brother and the profound longing that stirred within him.

It began innocently enough, as friendships often do. The camaraderie shared within the close-knit family of mutants was undeniable, but for Leonardo, the connection transcended the boundaries of brotherhood. It was you - the one whose laughter echoed through the lair like a melody, whose presence brightened the darkest corners of their hidden world.

In the beginning, Leo dismissed these light feelings, attributing them to the intensity of you and his shared experiences. You were one of the few humans he and his brothers got to spend time with, so it wasn’t strange that thoughts like these would come up. After all, the bonds forged in the crucible of battle were bound to be strong, and so were those made in the comfort of one's own home.

But as time marched forward, Leonardo found himself captivated by the subtle nuances of your personality - the way your eyes sparkled with determination, the gentle touch of your hand on his arm, the infectious joy that radiated from you.

The realization hit him like a shuriken to the heart. Leonardo, the fearless and disciplined leader, was entangled in a web of emotions that threatened to disrupt the harmony he so fervently sought to maintain. The source of his internal conflict? Raphael - the fiery and impulsive brother who, unbeknownst to him, held your heart in a tender embrace. But as time continued, Leonardo was coming to that realization, and it hit him, hard.

Leonardo had felt it like a punch in his guts, the day he saw you and his brother on the couch. You guys were looking and talking. You giggled and bit your lip at something Raph had said, and as he put his arm around you, you leaned further into him, blushing ever so slightly. Leo had to go to his bedroom, and process through his lightheadedness, what he had just witnessed. But that wouldn’t be the last time he saw you and Raph like this.

You started coming to the lair more and more often, until it became almost everyday. But with each visit, you came less and less for Leonardo and his brothers, but Raphael. It came to a point where you would walk straight from the lair’s entrance, straight to Raph’s room. And then you started staying the night.

One morning Leonardo woke up to find you in the kitchen with Michelangelo and Donatello while cooking breakfast. Then came Raphael and hugged you from behind, before giving you a tender kiss on the lips. Leo almost forgot to breathe, while Mikey and Donnie started talking about how it was about time, and that they had been waiting for the two of you to become a thing for quite some time. Leo hoped that it would be the first and last time he would see you and Raphael in such a way, but he soon learned that it wasn’t the case. It happened more and more often, and no matter how hard Leo tried, he just couldn’t look away.

As Leonardo observed the tender moments shared between you and Raphael, he couldn't deny the undercurrent of envy that surged within him. The stolen glances, the whispered confidences, the shared laughter - each instance etched a deep groove in his soul. A conflict of interest blossomed within him, tearing at the fabric of his unwavering loyalty.

The guilt, however, was a constant companion. He questioned his motives, chastising himself for harboring such feelings for a brother's partner. Yet, he couldn't control the flood of emotions that surged each time he witnessed the intimacy that eluded him.

In the quiet hours of the night, when the lair was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, Leonardo grappled with his internal turmoil. The hum of the city outside seemed to fade, leaving only the rhythmic beat of his own conflicted heart. He sought solace in the shadows, where he could watch from a distance, unseen and unheard. But there was one night that would forever be stuck in his head.

Ever since you and Raphael had made your relationship official, Leonardo had had a hard time sleeping. Therefore one night, he decided to go make himself some tea, in hopes that that would calm him down. But as he sat down in the kitchen with his hot tea in hand, he heard something he never thought he would hear. He froze at the sound of your soft moans coming from his brother's bedroom. His heartbeat quickened and his hands shook. You were begging him to keep going, telling him how much you loved it. For a moment Leo forgot where he was and what he was doing, and imagined you underneath him, begging him and telling him how much you loved him. Then you said his name, but it wasn’t Leo’s name. It was Raphael’s. Leo froze, cold running down his back as you were telling Raph how close you were. Leo would never forget what he heard next, and how horrible it made him feel.

Beyond the door, inside of Raph’s room, he could hear Raph say all sorts of filthy things to you, and you were responding to each and every word with the most pleasurable moans.

Then Raph asked you; “who makes you feel this good?”

And you answered; “you Raphael! Only you!”

Leo left the kitchen without drinking any of his tea.

But despite the pain that accompanied these clandestine observations, Leonardo found a strange comfort in the role of the silent watcher. The dance of your fingers tracing patterns on Raphael's shell, the shared glances that spoke volumes without words, the marks Raph would leave on you whenever you stayed the night - the scenes played out before him like a tragic love story, with him cast as the silent spectator.

The ache within him intensified with each passing day, yet Leonardo remained committed to the principles instilled by Master Splinter. The code of honor dictated his actions, and he dared not jeopardize the delicate balance within the team. He questioned the selfishness of his desires, grappling with the notion that perhaps true love meant sacrificing one's own happiness for the greater good. But Leo couldn’t deny how bad he wished to be the man you would kiss in front of everyone, and how badly he wanted to be the one that made you come with those moans at night. How badly he wanted to make you feel good, screaming for him to keep going, while he gave all he had to you. But he wasn't that man...

In those moments when your lips met Raphael's, Leonardo felt a sharp pang in his chest - a poignant reminder of the line he dared not cross. And so, he chose the path of selflessness, burying his emotions beneath layers of stoicism and discipline.

His heart, however, was a turbulent sea of conflicting emotions. The love he harbored for you was a flame that flickered in the shadows, threatening to consume him. Yet, he held onto the hope that time might dull the edges of this unrequited longing, allowing him to find peace within the confines of his duty.

As the nights turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Leonardo's silent suffering became a testament to the resilience of a leader torn between love and loyalty. He yearned for a day when the ache in his heart would subside, when he could smile genuinely at the happiness shared between you and Raphael without the bitter taste of jealousy.

And so, in the depths of the lair, Leonardo continued to watch - a guardian of love's bittersweet dance, a silent witness to a story that unfolded beyond his grasp. The shadows held his secret, and he carried the weight of unspoken emotions, a master of self-restraint in the pursuit of a harmony that remained elusive.

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twistedvanillacoffee · 1 month ago

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i love wh so much i cant stop reading it over and over!!! your writng is amazing! i love it so muc i'm addicted to your story fr

thank you for saying that reader is a stepmom that isnt said a lot in Lucixreader fics i rly want charlie and reader to have mother daughter time charlie rly needs a mom and reader is just so great i love her

Omg! Thank you so much! That's such a compliment that you'd read Witch Heart over and over. I'm addicted to writing it, so I can completely understand the feeling!

I totally agree with Charlie needing a mom. And I do want to work it in as I go. For now, though, I might just need to write some side pieces (like below). As a thank you for this, here's a little piece I whipped up for some Charlie & Reader time!

For context: Witch Heart is a [Reader] x RadioApple thruple fic on AO3. Charlie calls [Reader] mom.

Mother-Daughter Day: Part One

(tw: language) 2,200+ words

“Okay,” Lucifer sounded a complete mother hen, “one more time before you go. Cellphones.”

“Check!” both Charlie and [Reader] militantly sounded off.

“Back up chargers.”

“Check!”

“Stun guns.”

“Stun guns?” Charlie asked as Lucifer raised a finger and closed his eyes to comment.

“I packed you each a stun gun in your messenger bags,” his tone was a methodical practicality, “Along with lip balm, hand lotion, tissues, bubble gum, wet wipes, protein bar, sunglasses, travel first aid kits, hand sanitizer, a physical map of Pentagram City, extra cash on the inside pocket, emergency whistle, brass knuckles, butterfly knife, pepper spray, shuriken, and tampons.”

“Good lord,” Angel Dust groaned from the couch nearby, “have fun at the Hunger Games, kids.”

[Reader] looked through her bag he’d given now. No wonder it was so heavy. She knew Lucifer would be fussy, but shuriken? Well, at least she had the heads up to be careful dipping her hand down into the weapons store.

“Tampons?” Charlie sounded almost embarrassed, “Dad. Seriously?”

“It’s important to be prepared for anything. Besides, it doubles as a distraction in an emergency,” Lucifer defended as Charlie’s face fell further.

“How?” she was an octave higher, “They’re not party poppers full of confetti!”

“I know that,” Lucifer scoffed while Alastor simply hung his head in his hand. “If you’re abducted, and you’re at a building with a bathroom, you can tell your attackers that you need to use it for ‘womanly things’. And then you show the tampon as proof. And then when you’re out of sight, you either get away or you call me or both.”

“That’s an extremely specific scenario,” Charlie sighed, before realizing if they didn’t leave now, it wasn’t going to happen. Arguing was quite literally getting her nowhere. “Okay, whatever, fine. Thanks for the tampons; I definitely won’t be talking about them in therapy. Well, we’re all octuple checked. So, we’re leaving now. Bye dads!”

“Are you sure?” Lucifer’s nerves clearly couldn’t take this, “Maybe we should go through everything one more time.”

“No, dad! Seriously, just stop!” Charlie snapped, trying to gather her composure. Forcing a warm smile she encouraged, “Mom and I got this. It’s just some girl stuff in the city. We’re going to be fine; I swear.”

“I dunno, honey,” his eyes swam with worry against the current of her confident stare, “I’d really feel better if you took me or Alastor, or, hell, even Angel Dust.” Moving his arms to the side to showcase the man, he continued with, “Look, see? He isn’t doing anything but holding the furniture down.”

“I prefer the term, casual performance art,” Angel Dust chimed, but didn’t look up from his phone.

“No, dad,” Charlie groaned, “I’m not even taking Vaggie. This strictly is a mother-daughter day. We’re just going to Pentagram City; no big deal. I already sent you the itinerary I’ve got all planned out. And it’s going to be fun, and relaxing, and amazing, and you’re not coming along because you’ll completely ruin it!”

“But—” Lucifer whined as Alastor placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“We talked about this ad nauseam last night,” Alastor reminded with a gentle force of a tone, “Charlie needs to feel like she can have her own relationship with her mother, without us constantly helicoptering. She’s your daughter, after all! She can take care of herself just fine.”

“Charlie’s not the one I’m worried about,” Lucifer sighed; remembering full well that his little girl had been on her own for years. His tiger cub even tried to take on Adam. But his wife...

“I’m going to be fine,” [Reader] moved to Lucifer and slid her hands up his chest. He caught them immediately; giving a protective squeeze, before lightly kissing her fingers. In a small laugh, she added, “I’m excited to have a day with Charlie that isn’t wandering about the Hotel. I promise, I’ll stick to her like glue, and check-in with you and Alastor frequently.”

“But…” Lucifer’s voice was a quiet whine. Speaking so quietly, she knew it was just for her ears. “…what if someone leers at you, or touches you, or makes an inappropriate comment, or any comment, for that matter?”

“Again, I have Charlie,” she reassured; her tone as soft as her touch. “Now, kiss me goodbye.” Feeling him immediately pull her tight, with an eager curl of a handsomely devilish smile, she quickly added, “Chastely, love. And then tell me to have fun and that you’ll see me at dinner.”

Sighing in defeat, Lucifer released his hold on her hands, before cupping her face gently. Dipping to that mouth—his favorite claimed kingdom—he kissed her tender and sweet. As though he were vowing himself all over again in his devotions. “Have fun, be safe, and come back to me, okay?”

[Reader] slid her arms around him for an embrace he returned in a deep breathe of her hair. “Thank you, and I will. Always.” When she’d released him, it was with the slightest of pivot before Alastor took her hand. In a gentle pull, and playful twirl his way, Alastor caught her up in his own affections. While she was looking forward to her day with Charlie, she certainly would miss being around her wonderful husbands.

Alastor wrapped his arms upon her, with a loving squeeze, before slipping a hand upon his beloved’s cheek. His scarlet stare searched the fields of hers a moment. While he may not have been as vocal as Lucifer, his worried sentiment was just as present. Dropping his lips to hers, he drank her slow and savored. Then reminded in a command, “Frequent check-ins.”

“Yes, yes,” [Reader] rolled her eyes in a tease, “I promise.” Releasing her other husband, she moved to Charlie and took her hand. “Okay, honey, let’s get out of here before they change their minds.”

“No joke,” Charlie agreed, dashing off together out the front doors.

It still wasn’t lost on [Reader] how strange and amazing it was to be in Hell. A bright, beautiful, cloud hazed red morning, with Heaven’s Portal shining, and the Devil Moon looming high above. Pentagram City lay just down the hill the hotel was perched upon; a vibrant glow of lights and ringing gunshots. It was truly wild to both imagine and behold. Despite how long she’d already been there, [Reader] still felt like she was on a movie set.

Charlie opened the door wide upon the gold and white limousine. Depending on which Imp was driving, it wasn’t uncommon for them not to get out of the driver’s seat. Less bullet catching that way. When she and her stepmother slipped inside, Charlie asked loudly, “Could you take us to Claw Me Baby, on Second and Main in the Vee District, please?”

“Right away, miss,” the driver spoke over his shoulder, and pulled away from the hotel.

“This is gonna be so great!” If Charlie could buzz any more, she’d be her own hive. “I’m so excited to finally have a mother-daughter day! I’ve got everything planned. First, we’re getting mani-pedi’s, then we’re getting our hair done, then we’ll get lunch, then we’ll go to that new art exhibit, then we’ll get ice cream in the park, and finally, we’ll go shopping!”

“Shopping at the end, so smart,” [Reader] praised as Charlie bubbled at the acknowledgement.

“It’s something my mom liked to do when we went out together,” she replied fondly, “We didn’t get to do this much, but when we did, it was everything to me. Did you do stuff like this with your mom?”

[Reader]’s eyes winced slightly, but her smile breezed through the willows of unintentional pain. “No, we never had the chance.”

“Oh,” Charlie’s expression dropped a little as [Reader] bumped her with her shoulder.

“That’s what makes this all the more special,” she encouraged; seeing Charlie’s smile blossom once more. Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her bag as she shook her head. “Okay, well, today is definitely you and me, honey. But if I don’t answer them, it’s going to end up being you, me, and our entourage walking twelve steps behind.”

“Sorry,” Charlie gave a pained grin now, “my dads can be… a lot…”

“Oh?” [Reader]’s sarcasm was etched in a stone of kindness, “You don’t say.” Giving Charlie’s hand a squeeze she added, “Don’t worry, princess. Honestly, I’ve never been so cared about in all my life, and I’m definitely not complaining. Sometimes, it feels a little suffocating, but then I remember the times when all I had was empty air. So, bring on the weighted hubby blankets. I don’t need to breathe if it means being alone.”

“Yeah,” she laughed softly, “I kinda feel like that with Vaggie sometimes. We’re always together. And I love it, believe me. I’ve been alone for so much of my life, that when she’s gone, like even now, I… I dunno, I feel so small. Is that weird to say?”

“Not at all,” [Reader] shook her head, “I completely understand. Some days, I walk around just waiting to suddenly wake up. To hear my alarm, and find that crack in my ceiling above my bed in my apartment.”

“You think this place is a dream?” she asked with a joy and pride that [Reader] didn’t want to crush even in the slightest. However, strange nightmare-dream would have been far more accurate.

“You’re the dream,” [Reader] booped a finger on Charlie’s nose, “I’ve never met anyone as caring, accepting, and wonderful as you. Honestly, if your fathers had told me at the very beginning, that being married to them would give me the universe’s most incredible daughter, I would have signed the dotted line twice.”

“Awe,” Charlie blushed, bumping shoulders again, “you’re just saying that.”

“Are you calling your mother a liar?” [Reader] feigned being shocked, “Young lady, don’t you dare think you’re above being grounded.”

“Grounded? For what?” she asked as her stepmother waved a hand at the subject.

“Honestly, parents never have a good reason for grounding. So, I’ll just make one up like they do,” she eased a little back in the plush seating, “Hmm, insubordination. Three weeks in the clink for you.”

This made Charlie laugh, as she relaxed too, looking out into the city while [Reader]’s phone buzzed more. “Are you going to get that?” she asked, as [Reader] looked at her bag like it held an unwanted monster.

Sighing, she relented with, “Yes, I’d better. One minute, honey. Why don’t you play us some of your fave songs. I like listening to music when I work.”

In a giggle, Charlie flipped through her phone. Turning up some music with a thick beat, she began texting back Vaggie, while [Reader] also retrieved her phone.

Group Chat – We Three Queens – Blitzø, Fizzarolli, [Reader]

Blitzø: Never gonna guess what this is

Blitzø: [ Image of a classic red capped mushroom with white spots]

Fizz: I’m scared

Fizz: I’m not guessing

Blitzø: Guess

Fizz: No

Blitzø: Do it

Fizz: I’m at work

Blitzø: Then your guess should be right

Fizz: Now I’m really not guessing

Blitzø: Coward

[Reader]: Mushroom from Super Mario. I’m spending the day with Charlie. I’ll catch up later.

Blitzø: In Pent. City?

[Reader]: Yes

Fizz: Can I come? I’m bored

Blitzø: No

Blitzø: Hanging is for guessers only

Fizz: Fine. It’s a mushroom

Blitzø: Wrong

Blitzø: Butt pounder

Blitzø: Found it on the job

[Reader]: Gross. I have many questions.

[Reader]: Asking them later.

[Reader]: Also, can’t join me today. This is a Charlie and me only date.

Blitzø: [ TYPING…]

Fizz: [ TYPING…]

[Reader]: WE ARE NOT DATING!

[Reader]: It’s a mom daughter outing.

[Reader]: Good god you two. Talk later. Kisses and loves!

Group Chat – See Me In A Crown – Lucifer, Alastor, [Reader]

Lucifer: How’s it going?

Lucifer: Where are you two?

Lucifer: I forgot to pack sunscreen! Come back!

Alastor: [ car emoji]

Lucifer: Why do you always do that?

Lucifer: Just text like a normal person!

Lucifer: I hate that I taught you emojis!

Alastor: [ diamond emoji]

Lucifer: Wtf does that even mean?!!!!!

Lucifer: I miss you [ crying emoji]

Alastor: [ eye roll emoji]

Lucifer: Not you!

Lucifer: I miss our beautiful WIFE!

Lucifer: I’m dying [ skull emoji]

Lucifer: Is your phone dead?

Lucifer: Are you not getting these texts?

Lucifer: Hello?

Alastor: [ Running man emoji] [ dancing lady emoji]

Lucifer: Seriously, wtf!

Lucifer: Why do you insist on playing ducking pictionary over typing!

Lucifer: ducking

Lucifer: fuvking

Lucifer: ducking

Lucifer: F

Lucifer: U

Lucifer: C

Lucifer: K

Lucifer: ITS HELL VOX WHY IS DUCK THE AUTOCORRECT FOR DUCK!!!!

Lucifer: DUCK!

Alastor: [ duck emoji]

Lucifer: FINALLY an emoji I understand

Alastor: [ unicorn emoji]

Lucifer: I hate you

Lucifer: I’m deleting all of your emojis

Alastor: (-_-)

Lucifer: You would type emoticons over writing a text?

Lucifer: Why?

Lucifer: What does this achieve for you?

[Reader]: What am I going to do with you two? [ heart emoji]

[Reader]: I’ve barely left

[Reader]: Alastor is right, still in the car, not turning around

[Reader]: We’re going to be inside all day. No sunscreen

[Reader]: Thank you for thinking of me though

[Reader]: [ kiss emoji] [ heart emoji]

Lucifer: This is killing me

Lucifer: Can I meet up for lunch?

[Reader]: No

Lucifer: But I’m hungry

Lucifer: For you [ devil emoji] [ egg plant emoji]

Alastor: [ tomato emoji]

Lucifer: These mean nothing I know it

Lucifer: We gave a drinking bird toy a phone

[Reader]: No Lucifer

[Reader]: You promised

[Reader]: Charlie and me only

Lucifer: So mean!!! [ crying emoji] [ crying emoji] [ crying emoji]

Alastor: [ gun emoji] [ duck emoji]

Lucifer: BRB

Lucifer: I’m going deer hunting

#hazbin hotel #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #lucifer x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer x alastor #radioapple #helluva boss #alastor #charlie morningstar #blitzø #helluva boss blitz #fizzarolli #fizzaroli helluva boss #reader x radioapple #radioapple x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel

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hurtghul · 1 year ago

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The Bird and the Cat !!

―― Damian Wayne x Thief!Reader. 674 words. Part two here.

Damian hates this with every ounce of his being, and he has every reason to hate it. It's not for nothing that he puts on Robin's cape and takes to the streets following his father like a tail dog, hoping to catch the attention of criminals and kick their butts. He does it because it is a duty that he chose and to which he was guided. That's why he made fun of the love relationship between Bruce and Selina, for Damian, it is a hypocritical issue, his father, the hero, dating a thief. How funny.

And now he feels like the hypocrite.

You had just robbed some important men, a suitcase full of money. Damian was doing his daily patrol, when he saw you—he didn't have to blink twice to know it was you―he had already been alert to your activity, knowing that you would appear; because he wants you to do it.

He attacked you as you jumped from building to building, you wouldn't have even noticed his presence until he gave you that strong kick that sent you off your path. He had decided the right moment to attack you as you jumped onto a roof.

The young Robin landed a few meters away from you, he looked at the suitcase that was next to you. He approached with slow steps, and kicked the suitcase away of your grip.

“You lost a life, cat.” Robin sentences, his voice almost a whisper. His hands clench into fists as he looks at you, brow furrowed, watching as you rub your neck from the pain of the fall he caused you.

“Shut up, little bird.” You growled, trying to grab the briefcase containing your robbery target. Damian stepped on the object, narrowing his eyes at you.

“If you have courage, take it,” Damian said, and pulled the R-shaped shuriken from his belt. “Just look how much I care, cat.” He joked calmly, face Stoic with a tone of defiance in his voice, trying to provoke your reaction and show his superiority of the moment. You're just a thief, not a fighter. Damian knows this because he has analyzed you—he is very interested in you.

His green eyes stared at you, a slight smile forming on his face. He liked when you get angry whenever he interrupts your heists, when he stops you from accomplishing your crimes, and you have to fight him. But that's when something never fits: he never gave you up to the police.

You tried to attack him with a punch―or a scratch rather―but you failed horribly. Robin saw your movements and stopped your blow with his hand, looking at you coldly.

Neither of them moved a muscle, frozen at the moment between duty and crime, feeling the pressure course through his veins. His hand moved slowly, holding your wrist.

Why couldn't I arrest you? It was the question Damian couldn't answer, and he wished no one would ask it. He was even doing his best to keep Father from knowing about his failures.

Then, to your surprise, he let go of you, letting his hands fall to his sides. He uttered no words, no sounds, no clicks. He didn't even attack you, as if he was absorbed in another world.

Then you understood, he was letting you escape. You didn't waste the opportunity, although you seemed confused by it.

“Damn cats…” Damian muttered, breathing deeply, his heart beating faster than ever. He watched as you grabbed the suitcase and run away quickly.

Damian felt a rush of adrenaline that filled his entire body. It had been a long time since he had experienced someone who made him feel like this, and now the person who did it turn out to be a thief.

He is experiencing the same thing as his father, a game of cat and mouse. He chases you, defeats you, and pushes you to your limits, as if all he was looking for was your reaction—your attention. The Robin is just like his father, but that irritates him, because he is confused and doesn't know how to react…

Maybe yes, maybe you stole his heart.

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detectivestucks · 8 months ago

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Saturday Lunch

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: As Sasuke's loving older sister, you would pick him up after Team 7 was finished training for the day. His sensei becomes infatuated with you and takes things too far when you invite him over for Saturday Lunch at the Uchiha compound.

Warnings: NSFW, NONCON, slight yandere, fingering, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 5.5k

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“Sasuke!” you waive as you walk up to the young group of ninja.

Sasuke grumbles your name in embarrassment as you approach him and his teammates.

“Remember to thank your sensei!”

“Thank you Kakashi-sensei.” he mumbles, barely audible

“Thank you captain!” you beam at Kakashi, while draping your arm around your little brother’s shoulder.

The man immediately flushes. A light rose dusts over Kakash’s cheeks as he returns your thanks for picking up his student.

“Are you coming to lunch tomorrow?”

You kindly direct your question at the tall silver haired man.

“I wouldn’t miss it.” He hums, his eyes practically closed from his smile hidden beneath the mask.

“Come on Sasuke, Mom and Itachi are waiting.”

“What about Dad?”

“He’s out tonight. He had responsibilities to take care of in the Hokage’s office.”

You and your little brother continue talking while you head towards the Uchiha compound. Kakashi watches as your hips sway with each pace. Your arm affectionately draped around your little brother as you walk him home.

You always did that. Pick your brother up and walk him home. Ever since Itachi was no longer able to do it. You’d take his place so that Sasuke wouldn’t feel too forgotten. Kakashi knew in his soul that it was partly because it gave you an excuse to come see him. How could he forget your infectious sweet smile? The way your cheeks swell as your lips stretch to reveal your pearly whites. It made his heart stutter each and every single time.

The problem is that it seemed your smile stole the attention of others too. Kakashi knew these men for what they are. Greedy selfish perverts, undeserving of your soft, gentle gaze. It fueled him with anger when he’d see them stare.

You were more than a pretty face. Everything about you was perfection. He couldn’t stand to see how the scum would approach you and try to steal a moment alone. Tugging on your delicate hands to guide you away. When that unsure look spreads over your face Kakashi takes the opportunity to step in and give them a death glare for so much as thinking impure thoughts about you.

You were grateful to him for always being so kind. Stepping in when normally your older brother Itachi would. You viewed him as a stand up guy and a great role model for your little brother.

However, Kakashi knew what those looks of appreciation really were and he lived for them. Feeling the high of your relieved eyes and happy gaze. Living for the days when your musical voice would thank him and invite him with the team to lunch at the compound. You were destined to be his wife. He would not allow anyone to get in his way.

Always around by happenstance. Always ready to grab you by the waist and pretend to be your boyfriend. Always lurking over your shoulder to scare away pervs with his piercing gaze. Always casually toying with a kunai or shuriken whenever a man is nearby.

He laid his claim over you clear as day. Well clear to everyone…except you.

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It’s another Saturday at the Uchiha house. You and your mom hurriedly prepare as much food as possible before all the guests arrive. You grab the leaf to your table, doubling its length, and grab the extra seat cushions out of the nearby closet. All shoes are stacked neatly by the door and you hear the timid voice of a pink haired kunoichi over your shoulder.

“Uhh, Y/N?”

“Hi Sakura!”

“I-is Sasuke here?”

“Yes, of course! He’s in the back with Itachi.”

A huge smile covers her face as she goes to follow your little brother like a lost puppy. You swear she’s so cute, obsessing over him. It makes you laugh how your brother pretends to hate it but you see how he allows her to touch him. One day he’s going to admit how much he likes her…one day.

You hear another knock at the door. You turn around and it’s their charming sensei.

“Hi Kakashi.” you softly sing in greeting

“Good Afternoon, Y/N.”

You completely miss how his voice lowers as your name rolls off his tongue. You give him a peck on the cheek to say your thanks for coming as he stoops over to take off his shoes. He offers his help in finishing preparations and setting the table as he always does.

Next thing you know, you hear the boisterous sound of one golden haired boy running in through the front door, throwing his shoes behind him as he runs towards the back of the house looking for his friend and rival.

Both you and Kakashi exchange looks as you giggle at Naruto and his antics. That’s when you hear a light rap at the door. You give Kakashi a look of confusion before walking over to the door.

“Oh hey, Setsuna!”

“Hey! I found that one wandering around harassing the neighbors so I decided to walk ‘im over for ya.”

The man blushed and scanned up and down your body as he talked to you. Kakashi clenched his teeth feeling a vein pop out of his forehead. The man was looking at you with hunger. Couldn’t you see the disrespect he showed for your modesty? Undressing you with his eyes and imagining himself with a woman who didn’t belong to him. Kakashi was sure the man imagined he had more of a claim over you, being an Uchiha and all, but Kakashi had no intention of rolling over and letting anyone sniff around what was his.

Kakashi walked up to you and laid his arm over your shoulder.

“Hey Kakashi.” Setsuna said somewhat nervously, eyes darting to how Kakashi was holding you.

“Hi”

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize you had so much company over.”

You shrug and in the process casually slip Kakashi’s arm off your shoulder, walking towards the door.

“Yeah, it’s Saturday lunch and we always invite Sasuke’s team.”

“Well I better let you get back to it.” He says flirtatiously but with eyes that continue to glance back up to Kakashi’s glaring face just over your shoulder. You reach out and rest your hand on his bicep.

“Well thank you for dropping off Naruto. We appreciate it.”

“Yeah” Kakashi grunts, “thanks.”

You move to close the door and turn around to a stoic Kakashi.

“You okay?”

He glares at the door for a bit before coming to his senses. He blinks a few times as his eyes focus on your face.

“Hm? Oh, yes. I’m fine.” his throat was dry and his words unconvincing. You give him a questioning brow but soon the kids come into the dining area anxious to eat.

A chorus of “Thank you for the food!” is heard around the table before everyone dives in. You eat happily, eyes dancing over the kids and your family.

Your father only stays for a few minutes however, before he pulls Itachi into a far corner of the house. The two of them seemingly are talking about private information regarding the future of the clan. Stuff that you, as their daughter, are not privy to.

About halfway through the meal you excuse yourself to use the restroom. Without knowing it, Kakashi’s jealous gaze wandered over to you as you turned to leave and head down the hall.

After a few moments Kakashi excused himself as well, following after you, lost in his thoughts.

You had touched another man. Why?

You shrugged off his arm. Why?

You didn’t seem grateful to him for coming to your aid. Why?

He needed answers from you and he needed them immediately.

You come out of the bathroom and collide into Kakashi’s chest. “Oof, uh, oh hi Kashi” you smile sweetly, but your smile quickly falls as you look up at Kakashi's scowl. “A-are you okay?”

“Do you want him?”

“W-what?”

“Do you want him?”

“Want who?”

“Setsuna”

“No?”

“No?” Kakashi asks raising a brow

“No.” you say more sure of yourself

“Good” Kakashi purrs.

You give him a questioning and startled look.

Feeling relief and a wave of affection for you, Kakashi steps forward, closing the distance between you two. You turn so as to slip past him but he just uses the opportunity to press his arms into the wall by your face. You swallow as your eyes zero in on how Kakashi is caging you in. You start to feel nervous and when you look back up in Kakashi’s eyes you are met with a predatory gaze that makes you shrink.

For the first time ever, you feel afraid of him.

“Kakashi, what are you doing?” You whisper, trying to give him an out and end this awkward moment.

“I’m claiming what’s mine.” he whispers in your ear, pulling back to flash you a masked smile.

“W-what’s yours?” you swallow again

“Oh come now” Kakashi breathes into your neck. “You can’t possibly tell me that all those smiles when you pick up your brother are just you being nice.”

His fingers graze your waist before grasping your wrist. You whimper under his light touch.

“You can’t tell me that you keep inviting me to your house because you’re not interested in me, sweetheart.”

You continue to shutter as his fingers lightly draw a line from your wrist up your arm, tracing all the way to your shoulder.

“...and the way you call me captain.” Kakashi closes his eyes as he groans at the memory.

You’re barely able to breathe as his figure looms over you, having you cornered in the hall. Your eyes keep shifting towards the dining room where everyone is eating and talking. You believe your dad and brother will be back at any moment and catch the interaction.

“Tell me sweetie, which room is yours?”

He purrs the words into your ear. Your eyes squeeze shut as your arm points to the second door on the right.

He spins you around, facing your room. Kakashi’s hand finds its place lightly wrapped around your throat while the hand that’s now snaked around your waist keeps you tight against his chest, walking with you towards your room.

Once inside he slides your door closed and rips his mask off his face, discarding it on the floor. He presses gentle kisses on your neck while standing behind you. Continuing to push his lips against your shoulder over your clothes.

He breathes deeply, inhaling your scent as he tightens his grip, possessively hugging you. You belonged to no one else. Just him. You never invited those other men over, just him. You showed him how you viewed him as family by constantly bringing him to the compound. Even if you weren’t married yet, he knew that’s what you wanted. You made sure he spent as much time in this part of the village as possible so he'd feel at home when the time came.

He readjusts the hand on your throat, allowing his slender fingers to swipe up to your cheek and turn your face towards his. “Tears of joy my love?”

He held you too tight for you to shake your head ‘no.’ You were so scared of what he would do to you. You weren’t strong like your brothers. You weren’t a fighter. You were simply a kind woman who loved her family and always tried to show love to others.

“Let me make you feel so good baby. Let me do that for you.” he cooed into your ear.

Kakashi was simply drunk on the idea of being alone with you for the first time. His fingers slowly undid the buttons on your sweater, pulling it off of your shoulders as his lips ghosted over your cheek.

“I love you baby and I know you love me too.”

Silent tears continue to stream down your face as he lifts your shirt over your head then turned you around to face him. His hands, so gentle but so violating. They slide up your sides and brush over to your chest. His hands cup the weight of your breasts, swiping his thumbs over the nipples, making them stiffen.

You watch as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, clearly turned on by your figure. He chews on the soft skin as he moans at the way you feel, so delicate and fragile in his hold. Somebody to protect. Somebody to be gentle with.

His hands travel down your navel to your pants. His digits undoing the top button and lowering your zipper. Fingers slipping under the waistband and pulling it down over your tender rear, allowing the fabric to pool at your feet.

Kakashi kneels before you. His arms wrapping around your waist and hugging your naked frame. He presses his face against your stomach as one of your hands goes to push his shoulder and the other his face. When your hand lands in his hair, trying to peel him away from you, he simply lifts his face to your tear stained gaze, love etched into his eyes. He kissed you at the base of your pelvis, his mouth dangerously close to your sex. You shudder and try to push him off again. But he ignored your shove, his lips instead brushed against your skin and pressed a tender kiss on your hip. Then another at your belly. His lips working their way up your center towards your jaw.

As you accepted your fate you felt a strange feeling. The front of your mind had a shift and all of your senses heightened. Your body must have swayed because Kakashi pulled back. A wide smile stretched over his face. His thumb wiping away some of the tears.

“You’ve activated your sharingan. That’s incredible baby.” He kisses your cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

His lips drop to your ear, kissing the shell, “I can’t wait to teach you how to use it.”

Your…your sharingan…You activated your sharingan…

The stress of the situation brought it out of you. You start to feel brave. You have the strength of your clan. You can be strong like your dad and brothers. You begin to struggle and try to push Kakashi off of you but to no avail. He merely chuckles at your futile attempts and walks you closer to your bed.

“Sweetheart, we can save role playing for later.”

Kakashi kneels down one more time, pulling you down with him so that you are kneeling, straddled over his lap. His hands sit firmly on your hips as he holds you down to rut his hips up against your bare sex. He closes his eyes and softly groans. You see drool drip out of the corner of his mouth.

You try to fight his grip and get up but he holds you in place. Curse your weak body. Curse your tiny muscles. You couldn’t move! You couldn’t escape. But you could feel his bulge push up into you. You could feel it through his pants. The dark fabric gets soiled from your fluids as Kakashi rubs himself against your naked folds.

Your maroon eyes observe him in slow motion. You see every ragged breath he pulls, every silver lash as he blinks, you watch how his tendons twitch as he grips you. He closes his eyes while he leans in to recapture your lips. You are everything he’s been yearning for. His tight grip readjusts to hold around your waist and his other hand resting against the back of your head, pushing your face into his.

He leans forward so that he lowers you down, your back sinking into the mattress resting on the floor. Your hands push against his chest as he hovers above you. He only smirks, delighted by your adorable efforts.

“No need to be shy, sweetheart.”

His kisses a trail over your cheek and jaw then over to your neck. His hand sliding down to your thigh, rubbing up and down, feeling how soft your skin is.

Your breath hitches as you hyperventilate, so terrified of how exposed you are under him. His palm slides up your core to your breast, fingers closing around it. A needy whine slips past Kakashi’s lips, feeling how the tissue gives way to the pressure as he squeezes.

“I’ve been dreaming of you. Wondering how soft you would feel.” He expels all air from his lungs. “It’s even better than I could have imagined, sweetheart.”

Kakashi kneels above you, pulling his shirt off and lowering the waistband of his pants. He fishes inside his briefs and pulls out his member. You see the tip glistening with precum and watch as he smears it over with his thumb.

“This is for you baby.” he says in a deep voice.

The sound so soft and gentle but brimming with delusion. He leans over you once more, lifting the same thumb to your lips, glossing your bottom one with his fluid. You watch as the visual of your lip sheen with his cum steals the man’s breath away. You begin to tremble under him, knowing what comes next. He rubs his length against your labia, manipulating how it touched you at the base of his shaft.

Seeing that you weren’t wet enough he let go of himself and instead sunk one of his long fingers into your entrance. He immediately felt how warm it was, biting his own lip at your temperature. Your trembling only increases. He sinks a second digit into your warmth and begins to stroke. Small cries coming from you as he moved.

You wished this was consensual. You wished it wasn't your first time. You wished this feeling was had under different circumstances.

You clench around him hard. Your walls trying to keep him out.

“It’s okay, love, I’ll prep you. I’ll stretch you out to make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

The tears continue to silently fall as your hand grips his bicep, nails digging into him, leaving bruises where each of your fingers rest on him. He didn’t mind the pain though. He felt it romantic. You were leaving your mark on him. Your bruising grip laying claim to his skin.

His fingers slide in and out of you. Though you remain tight, fluid starts to form. Slick is generated by the motions, lubricating the area for his rock hard length eagerly waiting for its turn. He spreads his fingers inside of you. With a scissoring motion he tries to loosen you up. Make room for his manhood, but you restrict around him just as much. He slips in a third digit causing you to throw your head back and moan. The noise slipping out of you and leaving Kakashi’s dick throbbing.

The motions of his hands increase. They move faster, burying himself up to the third knuckle as he works your gummy walls trying to prepare you for his love. The ultimate show of affection.

He genuinely wants to pleasure you. He flips his wrist and hooks his fingers upwards. You moan a second time, feeling how he hits a sensitive spot as his fingertips drag along your walls. You reach your hand to your chest, feeling yourself the exact same way Kakashi just felt you. Squeezing down on your own tit as you close your eyes, embarrassed and shocked that you’re capable of feeling pleasure in this moment.. Kakashi’s speed increases till he feels you flutter around his fingers. A warmth spreads over your lower half. He slows down, still stroking as a ring forms around his knuckles before he fully pulls out.

When he does, you open your eyes and look over at his beaming face. His pupils dilate impossibly wide as he looks at his hand, lifting the fingers to his face and smelling your essence on them. You watch him drag his tongue between the fingers, licking up your slick before sinking them into his mouth.

“Mmm, so sweet.”

You swear you see his eyes cross as they roll back into his head. When he's done lapping up your cream he brings his attention back to the task at hand. He has one hand on the mattress by your waist and another at his base, beginning to line himself up with your quivering hole. “Wait!”

You plead, hand grasping his wrist near your waist.

“It’s okay my love. I’ll make you feel good like I did just now.”

You feel shame and fear take over before his tip lightly touches your lips. The mushroom head sinks in slowly stretching you out and taking your virginity. Kakashi groans just a tad too loud at the feeling of your walls caging around him. He’s absolutely in heaven and when he looks down at you with his lovestruck eyes, he sees your mangekyou staring back at him.

The act of forcibly taking your chastity fuels you with so much emotion that your sharingan immediately evolved. The affection on his face became immensely deeper. He genuinely was in love with you and overjoyed to see your eyes. His own brimming with so much love that he began to thrust into you. Both his hands now placed by your face, your hands shot up to his forearms to steady yourself. Biting at your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming at the pleasurable pain.

“It’s okay sweetheart. I’ll go slow.”

He kept true to his word. Pushing up inside of you with deliberate strokes, prodding at your squishy spot, forcibly pulling moans out of your timid mouth. He was gentle, treating you like you might break beneath him, respecting your lack of experience. At least in his mind. He gives you time to adjust to his size as he stuffs you with his girth.

His hips slowly back in and out of you, guiding his manhood with each shift of his pelvis. Your eyes are scrunched with tears pricking at the corners, Kakashi kisses them where the tears fall.

“It won’t hurt much longer.” he cooed with a peck to your cheek

He continues his slow rutting into your slit. You chew on your bottom lip, starting to feel the pain ebb away and a comforting friction take its place. Your entire core was still tight from tension but Kakashi, seeing your discomfort, softly kisses you. Working his peach skin gently against your trembling lips. His mouth lightly licks your cheek and skims over to your jaw before trailing feather light kisses over the expanse of your neck and chest. Dropping his weight to his forearms so that his hands could embrace you as his languid strokes eased in and out of your once chaste hole.

He hums happily into your chest, “I love you so much.”

“S-stop.” you cry

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“S-stop saying such t-things. Y-you don’t mean it.”

“But I do. You are going to make an amazing wife and our children will be extraordinary.”

You whimper beneath him as he continues. “You can keep your last name and proudly stay an Uchiha. I’ll move here to the compound with you. You won’t have to give up anything for me. I promise to provide for you, to love you, and to honor you.”

As his confession comes pouring out of him, his strokes gain speed. His emotions start to get the better of him and his tender touch fades away.

“K-kakashi…” you begin to whine out of protest but it dies in your throat. His increased pace begins to bring satisfaction in a way you weren’t expecting. His member deliberately massages you in places that make you moan and coil in pleasure. It’s not possible, you tell yourself. He’s a delusional rapist but as his tip brushes against that spot you never knew existed till now, you feel the fear slip away from your mind. Your fingers grip him at his shoulders, the sensation between your legs fogging your mind and stealing your thoughts.

He brings his face back up to yours to nuzzle noses, happily accepting your touch. His pace increases steadily, soon turning into a proper fuck. Your eyes begin to widen and sweat falls from your brow. Your chest bouncing with each collision of Kakashi’s hips into yours.

Not knowing what to do with yourself, you wrap your legs around him and your fingers sink into his skin tighter, the pleasure heading straight to your chore.

“That’s it, baby.” His once frightening voice suddenly sounds honeyed. “Here, let’s try another angle.”

Kakashi gently pulls out of you and you feel the cold air contact your wet folds, realizing suddenly how soaked they are. His large hands guide you onto your stomach and pull up your hips. Aligning himself behind you, he sinks in, eyes nearly crossing at the feeling of you wrapping around him once more. But this time it’s better because this time you’re squeezing him out of arousal rather than pain. Instead of pushing him out, your walls were sucking him in and he felt dizzy from it.

Hips pulling back before pushing in, rolling into you, making you squirm. Kakashi lowers himself to whisper in your ear.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mhm” is all you need to squeak out to make a smile split his face in two.

“Now arch your back f’me.”

He requests it so delicately that you forget how this entire situation started. As soon as you change your position, tilting your hips towards the mattress, an instant wave of heat washes to your core. He sunk into you deeper with a room-filling groan.

You were terrified someone would hear and it causes you to restrict around him.

“It’s okay sweetheart. I know the walls are thin but Naruto and Sakura are being loud. No one can hear us.”

You quietly nod. He loves how meek you are. Just a gentle soul sent to this earth to bless its creatures with your kindness. You resume arching your back and the way he sinks in knocks the breath out of your lungs. Kakashi continues to lean over you and hum in your ear.

“You’re doing such a good job. Just like that.” You feel your face flush at his praise.

Kakashi finally lifts up, looking down on you and surveying your small figure bent over below him. One hand purchased on your hip and the other rubbing large circles over the soft flesh of your behind, his eyes drank in the view, coveting how your body looked below his.

He rocked back and forth, beginning to reestablish his pace from earlier. The new angle completely changing the feeling of how he fit inside of you. A gasp slips past your tongue as he slips in all the way up to the hilt. Kakashi bites his own lip at the sweet sound and the feeling of your tightening grip around his manhood.

The more he stroked into you, the more you sank into the position. Rocking your hips back into him, lowering your head down to the mattress. The feeling was overwhelmingly pleasurable and the thoughts about how handsome the man behind you is began to creep towards the front of your mind.

For a moment you decided to look back at Kakashi. The stolen glance had you lose your breath. He was gorgeous. Flawless milky skin covering a network of toned muscles. Veins threaded in and out of them, drawing your eyes from his hands, up his arms and to his shoulders. Your eyes take a moment to truly adjust to the look of him without a mask. You spot just how square and sharp his jaw is. How his lips are a bit swollen from him biting them and how a beauty mark sits just below them. His hair, though a bit of a mess compared to his normally pristine swooped style, still soft and fluffy. You moan, feeling him as you truly see him.

A smirk tugs at Kakashi’s lips. “You like what you see?”

You blink and nod your head.

His smirk breaks into an all out smile. His hands readjust and grip your hips tighter. Thrusts gaining speed now that you seem more comfortable. He bottomed out in you and rolled his hips. You drop your head back down on the mattress, moaning loudly into the sheets, praying that no one outside can hear you.

Kakashi looks down on you with lidded eyes, heavy with lust. He lifts a hand, bringing the palm down on you with a light spank. You grunt and clench around him on impact. You hear a whimper come from him. He truly could not handle feeling you squeeze around him like that. After months of pining, he had you wrapped around him perfectly. He did it again, getting the exact same reaction. Not wanting to get caught, he doesn’t risk spanking you further but the wet slaps emitting from where you conjoin give away your activity just the same.

You spread your knees wider and sink your spine lower, earning a grunt from the silver haired ninja. He thanks you by leaning down and settling his middle fingertip over your clit and swirling it around. Your breath hitches.

“Ah…thank you” you whisper, just barely audible over the squelching from your entrance.

Sweat is rolling down Kakashi’s chest and dampening your brow. The hand squeezing your hip slides up to your breast and lifts your chest off the mattress, pushing your rear flush against his pelvis as he snaps into you. Your head rolls back and your eyes close. How he greedily gropes your breast, expertly whirls around your bud, and stokes against all the right spots, it all feels so overwhelming. You reach one hand to massage the other breast that he wasn’t touching and place your second hand over his hand between your legs. Your breathing becomes heavy as you soak it all in. Basking in the hot, wet, sensation of him taking you from behind.

His lips ghost over your neck, “On your back for me, baby”

You dumbly nod your head ‘okay’ as you reach your arms down to the mattress and roll yourself over onto your back. Kakashi centers over you and pushes your legs up into your chest before thrusting back in. This time he went impossibly deep.

“Nagh!” Your eyes snap shut as you struggle to take him.

“You’re doing so well baby. You can do it, you can take me.”

He encourages you in his deep husky voice, low with lust. You open your eyes and he sees how your carmine gaze is glossed over, looking so innocently up at him. It’s enough to pluck his heartstrings. He feels his chest become impossibly tight as your delicate fingers grab a hold of his biceps.

“Hands around my neck sweetheart”

You pout your lips and nod, quickly grasping at his neck, allowing your fingers to thread into the bottom of his hair while you cling onto him. Kakashi slaps up into you, pace steadily increasing as his excitement gets the better of him. Your eyes begin to roll back and your lids close. The softest little moans slipping past your lips as he feels your legs start to quiver underneath him.

Kakashi lost his composure, feeling you cum around him. Your walls fluttered closed, milking him as if you needed him to fill your womb with his seed.

His face twisted in pleasurable agony. He tried desperately to hold on and let you finish your orgasm before he satisfied his own but he couldn’t hold on any longer. He had to pull out and quickly paint your stomach so as not to start a family with you just yet. He groans at the idea of breeding you and claiming you by putting his baby in your belly. The thought makes his cock twitch as he finishes pumping his ropes onto your stomach.

He falls forward, leaning his forehead against yours. Both of you panting as you look upon the other’s face. Kakashi’s eyes drop down to your lips and you reach yours to meet his. You suck on his lip and let your teeth sink into it. Kakashi swears he feels his heart stop when he pulls back, slowly freeing his lip.

“I love you” he whispers into your face.

“Then take me on a proper date.” you whisper back, eyes returning to normal.

Kakashi flashes you a toothy grin. You can see his sharp canines and how sparkling white his teeth are. This man really is gorgeous.

“We should get back before they miss us.”

“Agreed. Let me clean you up.”

Kakashi stands up and redresses himself prior to slipping out of the room. He goes to the bathroom and grabs a warm washcloth, then sneaks back into your bedroom. He massages your legs and then your feet, before kissing all the way up your body. He insists on helping you put your clothes back on, then takes your hand in his and kisses it.

His eyes lift up to meet yours before he faces the door. “Do I have to go back out there and pretend I don’t have feelings for you?”

You look down at where your fingers intertwine with his. “Don’t let go of my hand.”

The words coming out in the form of a whisper. The puppy dog expression you are met with melts your heart. You swear you almost see him cry as he pulls you into a hug.

“C’mon, let’s go.” you urge

He releases you and you step out into the hall together, reentering the dining room only to be greeted with three young disbelieving faces…

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pr0v1t4 · 1 month ago

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...hi phighting au community.. me and my friends have a new contribution (time to get bullied)

PHIGHTING! ACTOR AU

basically if phighting was just a tv series and the phighters are all actors playing the characters

by the way, the gear = name mechanism is part of the tv script. the demons in this au are gearless and have human names

cast + extra info under the cut

CAST:

LOST TEMPLE: sword/joseph, medkit/david, scythe/sue ellen, broker/rodney

PLAYGROUND: skateboard/kai, boombox/josh, coil/jayden

THIEVES' DEN: vinestaff/julia, shuriken/corey, slingshot/aiden, katana/kenneth

BLACKROCK: subspace/alex, hyperlaser/allen

(note: biografts are played by multiple actors)

MISC: zuka/neil, rocket/asher, banhammer/dante

SFOTH: firebrand/jean paul, darkheart/steve, windforce/edith, ghostwalker/lucian,venomshank/luther, icedagger/timothy, illumina/charles

CHARACTER INFO:

alex and david are best friends off set. in a blooper take, alex accidentally poked david's actual eye when filming the subspace and medkit eye scene. he repeatedly apologised to david and gave him an ice pack

joseph is an introvert that happened to get the role of an extroverted protagonist. he is sometimes overwhelmed by the amount of attention he recieves and finds it slightly pressuring to do his role

kenneth and neil are actual fathers with children back home. due to this, they tend to look after the younger actors in the studio and watch over them

they picked an actual hornless person to play hyperlaser. allen had his horns removed when he was a teen for medical reasons

they also picked an armless person to play zuka. however, rocket and scythe's prosthetics are just props attached to their actual arm

alex is one of the sweetest people ever even with his role as a self centered mad scientist

kenneth is a metalhead and a fan of hard rock, whereas allen likes 50s-60s hits and soft rock

kenneth uses a lot of modern slang, and people are surprised at how different he is from his role as katana. he was mainly picked for his physique

dante and sue ellen act a lot like their respective characters. they are very happy with their roles

julia, aiden and corey joke about kenneth being their other dad

unlike rocket and sword's friendship, joseph and asher have slight beef with each other off set due to joe having to take multiple takes of the same clip because of his struggle to play an extrovert. he was mainly picked for his identical appearance to sword

allen lets the others try out his helmet. it's really stuffy with it on, they often have to retake a longer clip multiple times since he starts fanning himself within barely five minutes. he also struggles a lot to keep a straight face, you can hear stifled laughter in his lines, especially when he has to say something comedic as hyperlaser

ppleas dont bulli.....

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Sometimes I don't understand these people

How is a woman supporting a man, sexist? What is wrong with being supportive? That's not called sexism that's traditionalism, these people force their own views on others and it's infuriating sometimes.

Didn't Naruto say he likes Hinata?

Didn't Sasuke thank Sakura ?

Wasn't Shikamaru greatful when Temari came to his aid, didn't you see the fondness in his face

Most of the complaints there are untrue.

Wtf do they want Mikoto to do? Play ninja while her sons are infants. They want her to be a bad mother. What just to chase a career of death.

And no Sakura isn't a bad mom, she prioritizes Sarada over her work. We see her spend more time with Sadara and being a good mom.

I don't understand it,do they want a man in a woman's body? Sakura Hinata Kushina and Mikoto chose family over work because they are good women. They are selfless and love their families. And that Hinata is basically a pacifist.

Heck Tsunade who I reckon as the best of them all is still devoted to her love and family (Dan and Nawaki). After all she became Hokage for them if I remember correctly.

Btw is Mikoto even a Jonin?! I remember Sasuke saying fucking toddler Itachi is better than her in shuriken jutsu.

Kaguya is the origins behind chakra but it's Zetsu that causes all the problems. It was he who planned her resurrection and it was he who brainwashed the Uchiha.

Most of the story men were villains so when a woman is finally the villain it's suddenly sexist?

I don't get the sexism in here tbh

"Sexism" is another one of those annoying buzzwords that people just love to carelessly throw around and grossly misuse in this fandom, right up there with "misogyny", "homophobic" and "fangirl". Everything that person said is complete and utter unadulterated nonsense, everything. I was actually left dumbfounded by the sheer level of absurdity emanating from what I just read. I thought I had read it all in the Naruto fandom but fucking hell, there are literally no bounds to the amount of drivel people can spew in this fandom.

So apparently, every single female character was defined by her relationships to men, and most of them were also boy-crazy. I'm not gonna bother listing a plethora of female characters proving this statement to be idiotic, but it also shows how much of the female cast's characters this person is ignoring by claiming how all of them are defined by their relationships to men.

People love to say how someone like Sakura was "obsessed with Sasuke", despite the fact that by their logic, Naruto was even more obsessed with Sasuke. But then they'll try and counter by highlighting his other relationships with Jiraiya, Iruka etc. As if Sakura didn't have her own other relationships with Tsunade, Ino, Hinata etc. They think someone like Ino is "boy-crazy", as if she didn't have very prominent and platonic relationships with Shikamaru, Choji, Asuma and her father. The relationships she had with them were far more prominent and important than her romantic relationships, but this person will of course ignore all of that and insinuate that Ino was boy-crazy, as if the romantic relationships were all her character amounted to.

Apparently, Shikamaru not being shown to marry Temari during his Infinite Tsukuyomi dream is evidence that he actively dislikes her. God only knows how they reached that conclusion.

Sai ultimately didn't find Ino ugly, as evidenced by Shikamaru Hiden's conclusion.

The amount of times Naruto has praised and held Hinata in high regard... The blood promise during the Chuunin Exams, the "Proud Failure" speech, him reassuring her during the skirmish with the White Zetsus, the hand holding scene, the entirety of The Last...

Sasuke called Sakura annoying at the very beginning, but she became one of his most precious comrades, as he himself stated.

This person literally picks and chooses where the story just ends for certain characters because they just ignore all of the later developments for these characters and their relationships.

Another stupid generalisation, acting as if all men who showed some measure of interest in women were just like Jiraiya or Ebisu.

Not every scene depicting Naruto's crush on Sakura showed goofy immaturity and innocence, and his growing feelings for Hinata certainly didn't demonstrate that.

Lee's crush on Sakura wasn't dropped entirely, they were brought up again during his Infinite Tsukuyomi dream.

So because Obito retained his feelings for Rin into adulthood, it means he was still the same childish boy? So by this person's logic, you can only truly grow up once you've moved on from the romantic feelings you had as a child? That's the same ridiculous argument I hear about Sakura - she developed in so many different ways as a person, but because she held on to her feelings for Sasuke, all of her development doesn't matter and her character regressed according to these people. It's pathetic.

"Women were almost always healers and support", despite the fact that 57% of all the Medic-Nins shown in the series were male, yeah I did my research on that one.

"Women make up less than 1/3 of ninjas even at Genin level", no. The ratio is definitely in favour of the male characters, but it's not that large. But that's to be expected, it's a battle shounen catered to young boys, so of course there will be more male characters. The vast majority of battle shounens have noticeably more male characters - Bleach, One Piece, Dragon Ball, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer and Jujutsu Kaisen just to name a few.

"Girls are almost all desperate to become wives and earn the attention of boys who don't even like them!", more blanket statements, more gross generalisations based on the early chapters of one or two characters, and more misinformation regarding boys who apparently didn't like them.

Who the hell ever said or even remotely implied that Fugaku "married into the main family"?

To answer your question about Mikoto though, she was indeed a Jonin, but Itachi being better than her at something ninja related as a toddler isn't surprising, he was a literal prodigy.

Minato was the Hokage because he earned that title due to his unprecedented skills and accomplishments during the Third Shinobi War. Just because Kushina was "borderline royalty" and from a prestigious clan doesn't mean that she had more of a right to be the Hokage. Was she more competent as a leader than Minato was? Did she have the same level of respect in the village that Minato did? Was she more capable of defending the village than Minato was? No. If she had done what Minato had done during the War, and she wasn't Kurama's Jinchuuriki, then perhaps Hiruzen would have chosen her as his successor instead. There was no sexism in the choice of Hokage for fuck's sake.

How the hell can this person exaggerate Kushina's status by claiming that she was "borderline royalty", while simultaneously severely downplaying Minato's prestige by ignoring everything he had done to earn the Hokage title, and not see the glaring double standard? They're complaining about how Kushina's credentials were apparently ignored, while they themselves were ignoring Minato's.

Wow, the reach here is insane. This person really just wants to feel victimised from non existent sexism. The vast majority of the "sins" committed in the series were done by men, but we'll just ignore that I guess, like they chose to ignore so many other things proving their claims to be preposterous.

Kishi has no idea the sexism is there because it's not fucking there. However, nowhere did he claim that the women have "epic girl power", and at least with regards to Sakura, he openly acknowledged the errors that he made when writing her as the heroine. I won't dignify this person's further bullshit about the men apparently hating their wives, their loveless marriages, men being forced to marry women they don't like and Kishi apparently blaming women for this. It's just a bunch of baseless bullshit, like everything else they said.

#sasusaku #naruhina #shikatema #inosai #Naruto

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