#sensei asks

[sensei-twinkles]

Do you think all might would cry at Midoriya’s graduation or something (IDK WHAT TO ASK? I LOVE YOUR DADMIGHT DTUFF THOUGH LIKE AUGH)

Short answer, yes, long answer? Yeah I made another comic I loved your idea too 🥺💕

AND YOURS TOOK EVEN LONGER IM SO SORRY BUT I WANTED TO DO IT JUSTICE BECAUSE I ALSO LOVE YOUR CONTENT SO I HAD TO GIVE BACK IN THE DADMIGHT WAY! Which is a long teary comic with happy duo 🫵

[bonanza-tact]

Plz draw more baby (maybe newborn?) Kohari ;-; she’s so cute!

Little babygirl and sleepy Papashi

[yuki119]

ooh give me some kakashi and yamato pls!!! ^_^

"Why such a sour look, Yamato?"

[sengenism]

gen is next to senku like, 90% of the time just to stand there and look pretty while going "ohhhh?" when senku explains science stuff

[sensei-venus]

Omg your piece about Robby giving the reader his rings to wear was so cute but that mention of the ring hanging on the necklace and watching when she beds forward 👀👀 immediately thought of riding him while wearing the ring on the chain and him going absolutely feral for it🥵

Just getting on top of him, two of them all hot and heavy already. Robby already stripped down to nothing and Reader has her bottoms off along with her panties.

She's grinding on his hard muscular thigh. Rubbing her pussy all over his skin leaving a wet mess. Moaning and whimpering as Robby just watches. He has the biggest smile on his face as he watches her get all riled up just for him. No one else makes him feel like she does, when she's on top of him there are a thousand feelings and emotions going through him.

His hands running over her belly from under her shirt, fingers digging into her soft rolls. His hands move to grip at her love handles and hips. She's whimpering on top of him the whole time. His eyes look up at her through his lashes. At this point he's panting. His dick is hard and straining against his girlfriends thigh as she humps at his leg. The wetness that spills down his thigh just gets him more on edge.

Moments later she is flinging her shirt off. Leaving her in only her pretty little bra that barely covers her fat tits. It barely contained her massive breasts from spilling out the very top. She smiles down at him, those pretty lips in one of her signature smiles that has his heart pumping.

She slowly peels the fabric off, letting the strap dangle on one of her fingers before it falls to the floor. He smirks at her, eyes glazed over as he takes in the moment. Her tits hang free over him, jiggling as moves her wet cunt off his thigh. Moving to sit over his hard dick which she takes in hand and pumps a few times.

She places it at her slit and slowly moves down it, letting it pop inside with little resistance. They both moan as the heat gets to them. Reader whimpers at the light-burning stretch of Robby’s cock. Robby at the feeling of being in Reader’s tight pussy for the first time in what feels like forever.

Then she's bouncing on top of him screaming her head off. Head thrown back and moaning up a storm.

He can't stop watching the way her tits bounce around.

But his eyes are drawn to one specific thing that has his dick going crazy.

His skill ring hangs between her two beautiful breasts.

It bounces around on the silver chain he bought her not that long ago. It catches in the bedroom light just right. It has his eyes drawn to it the whole time. It sits perfectly on her chest. Calling out to him in some kind of way. It has his mind working on over time.

Something so small has him wanting to pound the fuck out of his chubby girlfriend.

It's almost like it's egging him on the whole time she is riding him.

[detectivestucks]

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.

—

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…

Masterlist

[evilkaeya]

stop stop stop pm kunikida thoughts in my head

You might think he's the normalest guy in pm in fact why is he even here he should be at the library LOUD WRONG BUZZER even mori is a little scared of him

His most favorite student is Tachihara Gin. His least favorite is Kajii because his ideal type is someone who loves lemons and that's it.

Higuchi: you won't believe what i heard about- Kunikida: idc abt rumors Higuchi: Kunikida: Kunikida: i have 5 minutes to spare

Hirotsu's smokimg buddy. He sometimes forgets Kunikida is 22 years old and not a single father with 4 kids in his mid 50s.

Akutagawa: I haven't been able to stop thinking about the weretiger ever since our last fight. Why do you suppose- Akutagawa: Akutagawa: No Kunikida: I'm going to hold your hand while i say this

If you see Chuuya drag him into a storage room by his tie and they come out twenty minutes later buttons undone and sweating... pretend you didn't see.

[seizethegay420]

Thanks google ai overview

[senseichaos]

Hey, same anon asking about yandere stuff. I'm so glad to hear!! Of course if you want to, may I please request yandere Vox with the reader? Like how they try to run from him? Perfectly fine with it being a female reader as I am one. And I don't mind how you write it. Do whatever you please! I love seeing others' interpretation of the characters 🖤 No rush!

YOU CAN'T RUN. HELL, YOU CAN'T HIDE EITHER.

thank you lovely anon! I love the concept of Yandere Vox! Hope this is good :) let me know your thoughts in another ask if you'd like! Lots of love!

Summary: Vox doesn't often fall in love often, no. Well that was until you came around- and you wanted a job with Valentino of all people? No. That would never fly with him. He'd make you work with him instead, like an intern or something? Hell, anything to make you stay near him. Anything to get him as close to you as possible.

Genres: Angst with a small amount of sexuality

NOT PROOF READ (yet)

Warnings/Tags: Yandere Vox, Insecurity, Reader is naive, manipulation, mind control, exploitation, creepy behavior, masking, contractual agreements, reader lacks hell experience, Vox is violent, Vox lacks empathy, angst, swearing, overall kinda depressing (LET ME KNOW IF MISSING ANY)

Pt 2

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You can't believe your eyes when you step into that tower, the pink glass adorning the outsides making your eyes shimmer. You have a job interview with Valentino today, after waiting for (probably too long) to get a job somewhere.

You see, hell worked slightly differently to earth. Where things in earth worked in a more of a 'work and make work' sort of way, Hell is more 'work, make work, and fight'

You'd managed for the past months to live in a small apartment that happened to be owned by someone who got killed in an extermination. It wasn't your plan to impersonate a sinner and squat in their home, but you have to get by somehow, right?

Well- it also wasn't your plan to be a porn star. But no where else seemed to want to take you. You're small, too weak to be taken by anyone else. People on the street told you that you were made for the screen, that your body was perfect. Some even tried to pay you copious amounts of cash just for you to suck them off. And you hate it.

At least the elevator of the building is cozy.

Vox on the other hand was having the best day of his life: or in his definition, a day where Valentino doesn't have a stupid breakdown that Vox doesn't have to solve.

He loves to watch his people as they indulge in his technology, he loves to watch everyone become obsessed with him and his media, he loves to be in control of all of these people. He'll watch every screen around him with focus, taking in their reactions as he bottle feeds them content.

Could he be with his boyfriend, Val? Yes. Does he want to? Hell no. He doesn't love Val. Plain and simple in his eyes. He has Valentino to get his business along. To make him more powerful. He'll do what he has to to be the most powerful he can be. Even if it means toying with people around him.

Val doesn't think he's capable of falling in love with anyone in this horrible underworld he inhabits. Everyone here is fucked. he is fucked. Plus, he doesn't know anyone here who he'd connect with anyway.

Or well that's what he did think until right now. There is a girl in the central elevator that looks awfully out of place, causing Vox to turn the entirety of his attention onto her. She looks like a regular old sinner, yes- but still she stands it like a sore thumb against the few people also in the central elevator. Where everyone's boring physique was her own enticing one stands. Where everyone else's two tone personalities stand her own colorful and bright one shimmer in his 2-D irises.

And then comes that odd feeling in his chest, this weird bubbling feeling of emotions that causes his eyes to tear up ever so slightly. This feeling, it's addicting. He wants to grind her up into a smoothie and drink her up, making the feeling sit there forever.

Something is wrong with him: he thinks.

With bated breath vox looked at the floor the elevator was approaching, figuring out where the girl is exactly going. There are only few reasons a sinner shows up at V tower anyway: to get a job with Valentino, or to turn yourself in if you'd wronged them. The elevator number reads '10'. She's going up to the business floor where Valentino currently is.

A sudden twist finds its way into his stomach, a horrible twist that makes his head burn with anger. Who does Val think he is? Having a girl such as her working for him. He. Couldn't let this happen, no no no no no no no. Why would he even want to exploit such a girl? She's supposed to be loves and cherished for everything she is.

The only reason she'd want to work with Val is because she has no other thing to do. He needs to offer her a job- or something to keep her from giving herself away to Valentino. Something to keep her as close to him as possible- like an intern or an assistant or anything.

Anything: Vox thinks.

Not often is Vox so reckless, not often at all. He likes to think he's decorum and well-adjusted. Likes to think he's a figure of this time. Of his time.

But right now, all he wants is this beautiful fucking girl to look at him in his eyes. Is it selfish? To want something so bad you feel like you could to horrible things to get it? Probably. But this is hell. And as an overlord of hell he can take what he wants. For once he doesn't care.

--- 666 ---

You take a step from the elevator, looking around the rather nauseating long and rounded hallway with squinted eyes. You can barely remember where you're supposed to be going anymore. You're supposed to meet Val inside one of these many, many studios. But soon enough as you start to venture through the halls on light, unsure steps you find yourself unable to read the words and numbers on each door.

Something is wrong, and you're unable to focus. There's this buzzing sound in your ears, a very faint but obvious buzzing that's causing your brain to go fuzzy. You can't feel your body anymore, it's just walking down the hallway in painful circles.

Suddenly that tether in your brain snaps with a loud crack, and your face to face with a television. You're still standing, in this long hallway, but now you're looking into the dark eyes of a TV screen. Wait- Eyes?

"Oh, Hello there sinner, are you looking for Valentino?" He asks, voice weirdly distant yet close all at the same time. His smile is large, almost devilish looking as he stares down at you.

You feel on edge, and your head still has a very faint buzzing lining itself.

"Oh, erm, Yeah.. I can't seem to recall what room-" You flinch as he hooks an arm around your neck walking you down the hallway once again with a smirk. There's a weird edge to him that you can't pin down, this whole interaction almost seems.. forced? Oh, there you go again, putting labels on things. Stop overthinking!

"Don't worry your pretty head about it! I'll take you to him," he says, unhooking his arm from your shoulder; only for him to rather sensually drag his hand across your shoulder blades until it's claws barely rest against your shoulder.

"But you know," Vox begins, swinging himself around so he stands in front of you, hands resting on either of your shoulders. You have to stop yourself from bumping into his chest. "You don't have to work for him." He says, his voice turning slightly more TV like and distant as he speaks.

"What do you mean..?" You ask, pushing his hand off of your shoulder with a painful twist of butterflies. A type of butterflies that you can't understand.

"Well, you seem like the type of gal to enjoy.." he looks you up and down, moving his hands from your shoulders as he grins. "Taking orders," you tilt your head at his words, confused. He shakes his head to himself, looking away for a moment with a slight frown before staring back, smiling brightly.

"No, I mean that you could be my assistant! You can.." He thinks for a moment, tapping the bottom of his screen as if it were his chin. He shrugs, smiling awkwardly with furrowed brows. "Bring me drinks and such! C'mon.."

He leans down to your level again, looking into your eyes. You suddenly feel that wave of disorientation go through you again, the only thing seeming to make sense to you being.. Vox.

"You don't want to be exploited by him, do you?" He says, and you feel his screen radiating heat on your skin. The buzzing becomes more loud as he goes on, all you seem to be able to hear being his words as they drip from his vile tongue. "C'mon dear, He'll break you."

"And you don't want to be broken, Right?"

He is right. You don't want to be broken by Valentino. You don't want to be exploited. But you don't have any other choice-

Until now, that is. You have an opportunity.

You should take it, right?

The headache and buzzing dissipate, taking a chunk of your psyche along with it. You feel your feet begin to give out beneath you from the exertion, lacking balance as you wobble softly. Not wanting to faceplant into the carpet, you reach out to something, anything to hold you. It just so happens to be Vox's chest, grasping onto the fabric of his coat as you begin to slip down to the floor.

"Hey, Hey, it's okay, What's got you out of sorts?" He asks, grasping you by your waist as he lifts you back to your feet. You blink, looking around for a moment with a nervous breath. Those butterflies, again. You hate them.

"I- uh.. I dunno.." You say stutter, pushing yourself away and scratching that back of your neck.

"You're feeling better?" Vox says, dipping his lids as he tilts his head rather attractively.

You nod, looking down at the ground with a nervousness inside of you.

"Good, good.." he turns away, looking at the ground and pacing for a short amount of time "good.." he says softly to himself, turning back around and clasping his hands together as he grins.

"Now how about you follow me and we can get you set up, yeah?" He says, pressing his hand against the space between your shoulder blades as he turns back to the elevator. You look up at him, and for a moment he seems to be in his own world. At least he is until you speak.

"So what's your name, Mister?" You ask, fiddling your fingers against each other nervously. He grins, lids upturning with the smile as well. He leans down again, poking a blue claw on your cheek as buzzing blurs your brain.

"It's Vox, my dear," He says, and your brain goes soft and mushy with an emotion you cannot describe. It feels as though he's making you melt.

"Keep that in your head for me, will you princess?" He asks softly, pulling his claw up the side of your face with a manic grin.

With a sudden movement he pulls away, shrugging his hands.

"Now darling, let's get back to it, shall we?"

Something is off, and part of you wants more of it.

--- 666 ---

Mister Vox's office is large in size, walls lined with screens displaying different things across the entirety of the pride ring. You wonder what Vox may do here all day, seeing the singular seat between it all that doesn't even seem that cozy.

You assume he watches, broadcasts, does meeting, and.. does what he's doing right now, perhaps?

"What do you do all day, Mister Vox?" You ask, looking wide-eyed at the television lined walls of the area. He flinches, grinning awkwardly before bringing back his confident demeanor.

"Me? Oh, you know.. this and that- I go to meetings.. I sign paperwork, I go to meetings.." He laughs to himself, shaking his hand dismissively as he sits in his seat, spreading his legs in a man spread. You turn away from the screens, looking over at Vox as he scans the monitors with narrowed eyes. You wonder if he was doing something important before he found you.

"Uh, Mister Vox, what do I do now..?" You ask, taking a small step towards him. He tilts his head towards you, smiling as he swings his chair to face you completely.

"oh, you? You can just sit there and look pretty.." Vox looks you up and down with narrowed eyes, face blank for a long moment before bringing a small smirk onto his face. He leans back in his chair, clicking his fingers as a bundle of clothing finds it's way into your hands.

"Perhaps prettier, change into that for me will you dearest?" He says, leaning his head on his fist as his voice becomes slightly more distant. You look at him, confused as you clutch the blue and red clothing to your chest.

"Okay.. Where do I change, Mister Vox?" You say, fiddling with the collar of your shirt as your body feels hot. Vox rolls his eyes playfully, pointing a clawed finger to the floor as he shifts his chair back to the screen. "Just change here my dear, no one will see you," He says, looking at you with a side glance. It's almost condescending, in a way.

"right here? But-"

"Here is fine, dear. Hell, here is more safe to change than anywhere else in this building," He laughs. You get this off feeling like you should trust him. I mean, he's one of the people owning this building anyway, right? He would be the one knowing a lot about it rather than anyone else. you should trust him.

"Okay Mister Vox."

You can't see his grin.

Every piece of clothing you peek off feels like this weird symbolism for losing yourself. Off comes your shirt: a piece is lost. Off comes your shorts: a piece of you is lost. And then more clothes come onto you, building something new. On comes a skirt: a piece of you is molded. On comes a blouse: a piece of you is molded.

And then there's this watch, a mobile one with 'Vox Tech' plastered across the side. With a shrug you put it on, struggling with getting it to tightness but ultimately managing to win the battle with the finicky strap.

"Good, good, how great you look!" He says, outstretching his hands with a grin.

You feel yourself blush, one half of you from his compliment and the other half from the fact he's looking completely in your direction. Does that mean he was watching you the whole time?

"Actually my dear, do you think you can grab me a coffee?" He asks, clicking his hands as a streak of blue energy shoots inside of the watch; this causes a mao to appear on the screen, showing where you are currently. "That map should tell you where to go, the assistant there should give you the coffee the way I like it,"

You shouldn't ask it, but you feel your bones ache too.

"How do you like it?"

He grins, tilting his head.

"Sweet with a strong flavour," He states, waving you off.

--- 666 ---

The first week as Vox's Assistant goes by smoothly, or as smoothly as it could working with an Overlord of hell. A rather odd seeming one at that.

Everything feels on edge with Vox, you feel like at any moment he could do something drastic. You've no idea what said drastic thing could be either, which makes it a whole lot more anxiety inducing. Hell, Vox is attractive. That's probably why you're on edge. That's what you keep telling yourself anyway. You're probably in love with him or something.

Vox had even given you housing as close to the building as possible, insisting he pay the rent. Not that you complain, no; less walking for you it seems. The Vox Tech watch he gave you tells you pretty much everything that you need to do. When you wake up in the morning it goes off, alerting you like an alarm, it has a to do list that blares when you're in the office, it maps out the whole space, it even acts as Vox's messaging system towards you.

You do wonder how he controls it, even in the comfort of your own home. Well, he is an overlord, right? He's capable of things even outside of your grasp. You cannot even fathom what he could do with that power.

And that's just the way Vox likes it.

Actually, you haven't seen Valentino around the building the whole week either. Even in a meeting you accompanied Vox to. You'd expect to see him more often with all the prowling in and out of the building you do.

It's as if he's vanished.

"Princess, grab me a coffee will you? Maybe even grab one for yourself while you're at it, on the house," Vox asks, swiveling on his chair to face your own, which sits just off to the side of his own with a small desk in front of it. You'd been doing some paperwork for him for the past hour, mostly reading through stuff, asking him questions, and singing them for him.

"Yeah, sure.. um, I was just wondering.." You utter softly, causing Vox to raise a brow as he leans back on his chair with a confident grin. He tilts his head in question, saying: "What's on your mind, (N/N)?"

"I haven't seen Valentino around the building, I was just wondering if something's up with him?" You ask, looking down at the ground as you begin to regret yourself even questioning. Vox laughs, flapping his hand in dismissal.

"Oh, just that? Don't worry about it! He's just.." Vox pauses for a moment, shrugging his shoulders. "Doing his own thing," He finishes, smiling rather oddly as he begins moving his chair back to face his computers. You intercept.

"His own thing..?"

Vox turns back to you, grinning widely with a manic look in his 2-D eyes. Once again, the buzzing fills your brain. And you fall to your knees against the ground with a painful 'thump'. Vox harshly grips your chin, pulling you closer to him until all you can see is that blaring red eye of his as he speaks.

"As i said,"

You feel yourself wanting to let go.

"Don't worry about it."

He lets you go of your trance, leaving you teary eyed as he smiles softly, brows furrowing in a sort of mocking empathetic way. His eyes drip with affection you find.

"Now, grab that coffee, okay?" He finishes, placing a cold kiss against your forehead before letting go of your chin, leaving yourself to gather your bearings.

It's not often you feel the want to defy someone. But as you stand from the floor, dusting off your skirt and walking to the elevator; you feel that need to be defiant. You'd figure out where Valentino is. He has to be somewhere in the building, right? You just have to find.. him..

In these hundreds and hundreds of doors. You would have to find him. And you can't take so long, otherwise Vox may suspect something.

You'd find someone to tell you where he is, you'd find him, and you'd stop worrying if Vox is going to do something drastic because he hasn't lied to you. Simple as that, simple as that. Right?

As it just so happens, as you begin walking through the studio halls you find yourself bumping into a spider individual, of whom you remember being a popular porn star.

So with an anxious breath you asked him. He explained that Valentino was in studio B-40, but he doesn't recommend finding him. And once again you go against someone's wishes. Plus, you were just going to stick your head in the door. It's nothing to worry about.

So what are you so anxious when you find yourself getting closer to the door? Why does your throat feel so tight? Why do you want to run in the other direction? Why does every step feel so heavy?

Taking another small step to the door, you wonder if you should listen to your conscious. It's supposed to do you good , right?

No, that's baby talk.

You aren't weak. You aren't letting the people in hell get you down! You are going to open the door!

You push yourhand towards the door handle and-

"Ouch! Fuck-" You yelp, an electric shock going through your body, causing you to fall backwards onto the hard floor below. Your whole body is on fire, you can't feel your tongue. You can't feel your brain.

A hum accompanies Vox's words.

"You're not going in there." He says, leaning over you as you push yourself to your knees, pressing yourself to the wall. Your head is throbbing.

"I'll beat him to a pulp if he sees you, you know?" Vox laughs, that sickening pseudo-empathetic look covering his flat features. You feel your stomach twist, this time in an awful way, it's like he's draining you of your soul. You want to disappear.

"I don't want to be aggressive," Vox begins as he grips your face harshly, causing tears to well into your eyes. "But your fucking mine, you got that?"

"And I won't let that sleazy prick get his greedy eyes anywhere near you!"

"W-what?" You whimper, pushing his hands from his face and backing away meekly. Vox laughs to himself, red dripping from his two dimensional mouth. He humors you with that gaze of his, eating alive any part of your confidence that may still linger.

"Oh, don't you get it, my dear? You sighed the paperwork," Vox leans down so his eyes can bore into your own, his gums showing in that prideful smile of his. "You belong to me now."

You choke on air, standing to your wobbly feet.

"W-what? I don't un-"

The paperwork. The paperwork you signed to get the job. You didn't read it! You idiot. You fucking idiot! You've ruined your own life. You belong to him..

To Vox.

"You- Shit-!" You turn around on your heels, almost slipping as you speed off into the hallway. You hear his voice echo in your ears.

"You can't run. Hell, you can't hide either!"

This was a mistake, this whole thing was a mistake. You want to die. You want to disappear. You want to get as far away from him as possible. You don't even take the elevator down, you run down every single flight of stairs jumping down a couple to save time.

The slip beneath your feet almost makes you topple over as you clutch onto the railing, swinging yourself onto the next flight of stairs. You have to be close to the bottom, right. Right? Yeah. This is fine.

And you were, right, surprisingly. You can almost see the entrance outside. You just have to make it out of this lobby. You just have to make it out of this huge fucking stupid ass lobby! You have to.

All of the sinner's eyes bore at you as you run at top speed to the door. You can't be here. You need to leave immediately. He can't find you If you're far away, right? Just go somewhere without a camera.. it'll be fine.. everything will be fine.

You're so close! Just a few more steps, a few more heavy, headache inducing steps.

You can make it. You just have to believe in yourself, and it'll all work out. Everything will be fine. It just has to be. Hell can't be this cruel, can it?

You're so close to the door you can smell the outside world, hear the cars as they pass, hear the charter hear the-

You choke and fall.onto the ground, a heaviness around your neck and wrists. It buzzes against your skin, making you go light headed. You can barely see it, but it's there. There are handcuffs around your wrists. And a collar around your neck. All of which glowing and buzzing with that electric blue of Vox.

He is right.

You can't run, you can't hide, you can't do anything.

He owns you, he has you. You can't do anything.

You made a mistake.

Maybe hell really is this cruel.

Keeping you forever tethered to this man.

Who knew one mistake would ruin the rest of your eternity.

Serves you right for being so naive.

"Alright now, are we done with our tantrum?" Vox asks.

"Yes mister Vox." You say.

[marimeeko]

After the fifth time that Katsuki pops up at UA, surprising Izuku with Bento for lunch, calling him "sensei" in a cocky(affectionate) tone, Kouta just stops at Izuku's desk on his way out of the room and asks him point blank,

"So are you and DynaMight actually dating, or what?"

Izuku sputtering and dropping all of his paperwork and avoiding the question out of sheer dumbfoundedness.

Then, the sixth time that Katsuki barges in, as he is thrusting the bento into Izukus hands as usual, Kota raises his hand, and stands up from his seat and yells out,

"DynaMight, sir!! Pardon me, but are you dating Deku-Sensei??" And the whole class gasps and whispers. Katsuki appears just as dumbfounded as he looks wide-eyed at Kouta and the students.

"Kouta!" Izuku balks, but then Katsuki suddenly grins mischievously. Izuku doesn't trust that look...

"Well, brat, maybe I SHOULD date him, then I could make sure Sensei doesn't forget to eat every day, right??" Katsuki looked entirely too pleased at the louder gasps and chatter that came from the students. He has a wicked grin as he turns his sharp red eyes back to Izuku.

"K-Kacchan, what are you doing?!" Izuku stammers, beet red and grabbing his arm. "This is not the time for--"

"If you don't want me disrupting your class, then stop leaving your Bento in the fridge!!" Katsuki scolds Izuku before swinging himself back out of the open window. There was a fresh wave of gasps and excited murmuring at the insinuationthat the two lived together. "We're ROOM MATES, OK?" He adds hastily, pointing his finger at the noisy classroom of kids.

He drops out the window and blasts off.

Izuku is left, stood at his desk, hands planted and hanging his head, trying to collect enough of himself to quell the riotous theories now flying around his classroom.

Kouta stands at his own desk amidst his unruly classmates, eyes narrowed as if he had just realized something, "I knew it!" He hisses.

"You're the worst," Izuku texts Katsuki later.

"I know" katsuki replies.

"Now eat your fuckin food or I'll stop making it for you."

--

I think I was inspired by this art post ^^;

[sensei-twinkles]

HEAR ME OUT ALL MIGHT BRANCHES OUT INTO CHARACTER BENTOS FOR HIS BOY

YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES! IN FACT I LOVED THIS IDEA SO MUCH I MADE A 6 PAGE COMIC TO GO WITH IT~

[bonanza-tact]

Your kakairu omegaverse is so cute! Could we possibly get more kohari interacting with iruka and kakashi?

Showing her the new members of the family

[raens-art]

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Thanks again to @natsume-ss for holding this event!

Happy Holidays @rhetorical-ink! I hope you like it ^^

[robbyykeene]

i agree with all your takes about ck and especially about how they did robby so so dirty, so i'm just curious, what do you think a good ending/arc for him would look like? like where would he be, what would he end up doing for his career, what would be a good conclusion for his character?

It depends on how far back we’re taking this. Actually meaningfully developing his relationship with Johnny on screen, and letting him retain his relationship with Daniel on screen, would have gone a long way in making the ending he did get palatable to me. If his little speech to Johnny actually felt earned in anyway, I would have found it moving. I would still think the whole influencer side of it was just really fucking stupid lol, but if it actually felt like he did have family and he did have people who loved him and prioritized him, it would be fine. Bc as it is it just feels like they slapped a few hundred thousand dollar bandaid on his life and said “hey he’s rich now, so you have to be happy!” 😒

But given that’s all been a lost cause for a while now, I suppose what I actually expected and wanted was for him to become a Miyagi-Do sensei. I always knew Robby wouldn’t win the Sekai Taikai and that’s fine. Would it be nice to see him win something for once? Sure, but it’s never been a priority to me. Mentoring Kenny seemed to be where Robby really shined, and he’s also the only student we’ve ever seen actually teach anyone. I think Daniel seeing his promise through to Amanda and actually retiring from teaching karate (bc obviously karate itself will always be a part of his life) and having Robby take over as sensei would have been a really full-circle conclusion to his arc, as well as bringing it all back around to his relationship with Daniel and what brought him into this world in the first place. It’s not as flashy as wealthy karate influencer, but that’s never been Robby, anyway.

[sensei-venus]

@gemini-sensei, suddenly had this idea.

What if Reader ends up dating Miguel after he dated Sam. Their relationship is going good but in the back of Reader’s mind she can't help but think about Sam. Sam is still good friends with the both of them, but every time Reader looks her way her mind starts going. She wonders how much Miguel actually enjoyed dating her.

Did he enjoy dating her?

What did he like the most about her?

Did she stack up the their past relationship together?

It's just a mess of random ideas that start going through her head. She tries her best to ignore all of those thoughts, holding Miguel’s hand a little tighter and kissing him gently. Looking at him with so much love.

But things change when they are in bed together.

She's riding him after a long day. She had picked him up from training earlier that day and they were now back at her place. Both of them were tired and stressed from just a hard day of working. Reader just wants to take out all of her stress including the anxiety that has been building up for weeks now. She’s so tired of it all, thinking about Sam and Miguel for so long. It's bubbling up as the minutes go by. Her hips are sputtering as she bounces on his dick. Sweat dripped down her body with even the slightest movement.

Miguel is digging his fingers into the fat of her sides. He gripped at her belly trying to get some kind of purchase to hold onto. He's grunting and moaning as he watches her through half-lidded eyes. Watching her work herself on top of him.

“Gonna cum on this dick. Cream all over it because it's mine, no body else. It's all mine.” she grunts out as she wiggles her hips. The sloppy sound of her pussy meeting the air.

“I bet she never made you feel like this, made you feel the way I make you feel. I bet she never got this dick as hard as it is now.” the words are crude.

Miguel's eyes open faster as the words keep spewing out of his girlfriend's lips. He has no idea where this is all coming from. He doesn't even really know who she's talking about. Whatever she is talking about is news to him.

Before he can try and say something his eyes are rolling back into his skull as he jerks. His balls twitch as he orgasms. Reader moans with one last bounce before she's cumming too. Collapsing on top of him in a big Huff. They both shake as they ride out their afterglow together.

Miguel rubs her back gently as they both pant. Relaxing into each other.

“Who were you talking about? That wasn't apart of your normal dirty talk I know it.”

Reader chews at her lips. She really didn't want to say anything out loud. She knew her feelings of slight insecurity where stupid. She didn't hate Sam and she definitely didn't hate Miguel. She wasn't mad at him for having sex with his previous girlfriend. Sex was a natural thing, especially at their age. But she couldn't lie to him about it. Keeping the burden of those feelings was bad for her.

“I….I was talking about Sam, you and Sam…”

Miguel was shocked for a split second before almost laughing. This made Reader look up at him, more sadness weighing on her. Maybe her feelings were right somewhat. Maybe Sam was better than she was. Maybe Miguel had more fun in bed with Sam than her.

“Babe, I never even had sex with Sam.”

“What?”

“Yep, we never had sex. We where so busy all the time with school and training, even with hanging out with our friends. We just never had the time not to mention our parents, especially her dad. If you want me to be honest all we did was make out… and I touched her ass a few times, maybe felt her tit up but that's as far as we got, I promise.”

Now she felt stupid for even letting those thoughts get to her in the first place. He just admitted to her that he never even slept with Sam while they where dating.

Then she was even more shocked.

“Wait so I was-”

“Yep, you where my first, well everything really.”

Reader blinked back tears while her lip trembled a little in a smile. She stuffed her face into his chest. Mumbling out “Oh Miggy!” Miguel chucked as he hugged her naked body to his. He kissed at the top of her head as they lay together.

Maybe it was a good thing she had said something, even if it was at an unexpected time.

(I'm making a part two of this I promise😈)

[detectivestucks]

Mind Games

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Anbu Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Kakashi has a new jutsu that allows him to read minds. Your thoughts get caught in the cross fire during an interrogation and now he's hooked, listening in every chance he gets till he makes you his.

Warnings: NSFW, degradation, nipple play, unprotected penetration, money shot.

Word Count: 4.4k

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“Captain! Captain, they've caught him!”

Team Ro’s second in command rushes to Kakashi. “Are we clear to bring him back to the village for interrogation?” 

“Let me take a crack at him first. We could be missing an important opportunity for the mission if we wait till we’re home to get answers.”

“Of course, Captain”

Kakashi heads over to the tree where you’re guarding the hostage from the Hidden Mist. He nods to you before centering his gaze on the man at your feet. 

“I’ll never betray my village.” He spits, “I don’t care what you do to me!”

“No worries” Kakashi says with amusement, “I have no need for your words or your cooperation.” 

The shinobi looks at the captain, confused when he starts weaving signs. You join the captive in their bewilderment looking from the hostage to the captain wondering what jutsu he could possibly be using. 

You see the final sign he holds and realize it’s very similar to the mind transfer hand sign. Could he possibly have used his sharingan to replicate the famous Yamanaka jutsu? But Kakashi’s consciousness remains in his body, he has not collapsed but rather looks like he’s studying the man before him.

Kakashi’s face drops. Deep concern etches his features. He looks so handsome like this. A leader who takes his job seriously. There’s nothing more handsome than a talented man who shows humility all while commanding with grace. 

Then on top it off, there’s the fact that he’s actually handsome. Silver fluffy hair swooped to the side, a jaw line that could cut glass, and dexterous hands that wield ninja tools in a mesmerizing way. A smidgen of drool collects in the corner of your mouth before you blink back to focus.

You swear you see a hint of a smile beneath Kakashi’s mask before he turns to his trusted second in command. He whispers something that causes the shinobi’s face to scowl.

“Right away sir.” He echoes, then in the blink of an eye he’s gone. 

Once the man has disappeared, Kakashi turns back to regard you. Mismatched eyes scan you up and down and you feel your blood run hot. A flush covers your face before he turns away and goes to address the rest of his Anbu. 

“Good work.” Kakashi praises. “Let's head out. Time to go home.”

Wait, we’re leaving that guy behind? You don’t say it but your face must have spoken just as loud as words would have because Kakashi turns around and says, “Yes, we’re leaving our comrade behind. He’ll head home when he’s done.”

Your face turns a shade of scarlet when he addresses you. Shinobi are supposed to be stealthy, yet here you are, easy to read, your face like a book. How humiliating.

Kakashi lightly chuckles before turning towards the rest of the group. “Let’s go!”

After turning the Mist shinobi over to the intelligence team you head over to the Anbu locker room to change. Upon your entry, you step in halfway through Kakashi’s transition into civilian clothes. His pants hang loosely around his hips, the top button still undone, as he pulls his compression shirt off over his head.

Holy fuck he’s hot. Ugh, get it together girl, you’re coworkers. You seriously need to chill.

You see his abs flex like he’s trying to restrain a laugh and you can’t understand what’s got him so amused today but you don’t like it. Serious men look strange when they laugh, though sometimes they look beautiful… Seriously, stop.

You head over to your locker trying hard to ignore how Kakashi trades one compression shirt for another, showing off his defined muscular frame beneath the elastic fabric, and you hate yourself for being unable to resist sneaking a glance.

~

From across the room, Kakashi pulls his head through the neck hole of his shirt. You look so cute when you’re flustered. Usually you’re calm and collected but ever since your team started joining his on joint missions, you’ve had a hard time acting professional around him. He figured why, but today when his mind-reading jutsu got a taste of what is going on in that cute little noggin on your shoulders, he can’t contain his glee. You’re so adorable with your internal struggle to stay professional and he loves that the residual effects of the jutsu allowed him to catch this last bit here in the locker room while he is in a state of undress. 

Now that he has an idea of what you’re thinking, he’s pretty sure he won’t be able to stop himself from taking a peak a few more times.

Once out on the town, you look to see if any of your jonin friends are around and find a bunch of your classmates have joined Kurenai, Asuma, and Guy at a local BBQ. You sit down at the table with them and place your meat on the grill. 

Only a few minutes later, the talented and alluring star captain of the Anbu wanders in. 

“Kakashi! Over here my rival!”

“Guuyyy!” you quietly whine, “Do you have to call him over?” Your plea is hushed but Guy’s response isn’t as subtle. 

“Of course! Rivals always sit together.”

Your forehead drops to the table and Kakashi descreatley forms the hand signs to perform his new favorite jutstu, excited to see what’s going on once more in that pretty head of yours. 

This is so embarrassing. Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods. Can a wagon run over me now or do I have to wait till later?

The restraint it takes to not crack a smile is difficult to muster. “Oh hi there, Guy. I’d love to join you.”

Kill me

Asuma makes room for the Anbu and he sits down right in front of you.

Sifting through the meat before him, he lays his cuts down on the gridle next to yours and flips over your steaks in the process. You stare at him trying to understand his kindness, for no reason whatsoever; he’s just kind. It’s in his nature. 

How can a man like him work in the Anbu? We are the necessary evil of the villiage. How can he manage both the dark and the light?

Kakashi enjoys hearing your thoughts. If not for the boost to his ego, at least for his amusement. He wonders if other members of his team feel the same way. But he’s not interested in hearing their thoughts, just yours. He’s had his eye on your for awhile and he knows you had a tiny crush on him since your first day in the Anbu. Now he believes his own feelings will fester from your adorable internal dialogue.

In the following weeks Kakashi used his mind reading jutsu every time he sees you. Your thoughts sink from admiration and controlled urges to downright lewd images of what you want him to do to you. His favorite spot to spy on your secret musings is in the locker room. 

He’s been spending extra time changing recently, drawing out the process to give you inspiration as your mind spirals with want. The desire to lick, bite, and kiss every ridge of muscle, the need to pull down his mask and explore his mouth, the painful itch to yank down his unbuttoned pants, it consumes you. Every little detail about him torments your mind. 

You find your chest fluttering when he’s around. Your breathing becomes shallow if he’s close and chills erupt on your arms anytime you walk past. These reactions prove it’s not just your mind that’s swamped with dirty thoughts; your body is sensitive to him too. To further your descent into madness, he makes a point to brush up against you, letting his fingers drag from your hip across your rear when he passes from behind. Any encounter in the hallway usually involves him lightly grazing your arm, and every exchange of words invites his hand on your shoulder. 

Each small touch steals your breath. The mental freeze and broken gasps are addicting to Kakashi and he can’t get enough of what his presence does to you. He wants to spend more time with you alone. He wants to see how far he can push things.

“Hey!” Kakashi trots up to you, calling your name. 

Your eyes widen with fluster. “Hey.” You barely choke out the word, you're so surprised that Kakashi is even approaching you.

“After the last joint mission I asked your captain to allow me some time to develop your combat skills.”

“My combat skills? Did I do a bad job?”

Kakashi smirks, you may have asked a simple question, but behind it your thoughts spin out of control. 

Oh my gods, did I embarrass myself in front of him? How could I not have noticed it? That’s why I catch him staring at me. He thinks I’m an idiot. All this time I was hoping he had a crush on me but actually, I was just a fool in his eyes. Oh gods, oh gods, geezus, fuck.

Kakashi almost burst out laughing but contains himself. “You didn’t do a bad job, but your jutsu are for mid range fighting. We’ve been spending a lot of time up close with enemies and I want to make sure you have sufficient taijutsu skills so you can protect yourself.

Okay, so I didn’t embarrass myself. Well that’s a relief. Oh, crap. Thank the man. Come on now, he’s giving you private lessons. The best shinobi in the village is offering to develop your skills, take the opportunity and thank him. Seriously, he’s wanting to help you. Why are you still not thanking him? Thank him!

“I-um-I…thank you, Kakashi. When do you want to meet?”

Woooow, you sounded so dumb just then. Why does his stupid gorgeous face do this to you?

“I’d like to meet you this evening.”

“Why this evening?!”

“Because I want you to learn to fight in the dark, in case you’re ambushed on a mission.”

“I guess that’s fair? I’ll see you then.”

“It’s a date.” 

He finishes this statement with a smirk, knowing how the term will make your head reel.

I swear if this dream boat says it’s a date a second time I’m not going to be able to stop myself. I’ll push him against a tree and pull out his dick and suck like my life depends on it. Why does he have to be so hot?

Kakashi walks away, regretting leaving the proximity where he can hear your thoughts because it is definitely his new favorite pastime. 

Evening came and you head to the training grounds. Even though it was going to be dark, you were extra careful with your hair style, choosing an elegant loose bun with lots of curls poking out and face framing pieces in the front. You were also careful to make your skin extra glowy so you’d look cute up close. You sigh to yourself. 

Why do I care so much? It’s not like it’s a real date, it’s just training for work. 

You feel like a pathetic school girl, crushing on the star shinobi like you’re back at the academy. You’re literally a top ranking ninja in the village but you feel like a genin around this man. 

Kakashi can see you approaching and activates his jutsu.

As you see his silhouette in the dark your heart starts to pound. How does even his outline look so gorgeous? Gods help me.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Of course captain. Thank you for offering to train me.”

Without warning, Kakashi whips out a kunai and makes to slash across your face. On instinct, you block with your forearm, preventing the blade from tarnishing your unblemished skin.

“Very good.”

Did he really think I wouldn’t block that? 

Then a swipe at your feet causes you to fall backwards but you use the leverage from your forearm to help you complete a handspring, saving your balance and landing on your feet.

That was close.

 “Color me impressed.”

“Tell me, how do you think I made it into the Anbu? Did you really think I couldn’t fight? Or did you think I got in cause of my looks?”

“Seeing is believing, sweetie. I see your pretty looks, I haven’t seen you in a serious fight.”

You scoff but inside your head is spinning. You’re pretty to him. That’s a dangerous thing to know. 

How am I going to resist him if I know he finds me attractive too? Maybe he was staring back cause he’s interested. Please let it be cause he thinks I’m hot and not cause he thinks I’m an idiot.

Your head is spinning and just as you’re caught up in your thoughts a leg comes up to your head in a roundhouse kick. You dodge and go to kick back when he grabs your leg, twisting so that you’d fall to the ground but you jump off your standing leg and strike his face with your heel only for him to disappear and be replaced by a log.

Almost had him.

“No, you didn’t almost have me, sweetie.”

Wait. Did I say that out loud. 

“Where’d you run off to? I thought we were supposed to be practicing close combat?”

A deep chuckle comes from behind one of the logs meant for shuriken practice and you send a shadow clone over to investigate. You watch yourself spar with the silver ninja when you feel someone’s presence behind you.

You whip a kunai out of your pocket and slice as you spin around only to be blocked by Kakashi’s own kunai. From behind the logs, you hear the poof of both shadow clones disappear while you and Kakashi continue to fight. He’s impressive and strong. It’s hard to keep your defenses up when all you want to do is melt into the person you're fending off. You want to be backed into a corner and pinned up against a tree, helpless to escape. You don’t want to fight; you want to lose.

Your heart hammers, caught between the pounding from exertion and fluttering from his close proximity. You feel light-headed till you realize you are exactly where you wanted to be, pinned against the closest tree.

“Is this what you want? Hmm?”

“What’d you mean?” your racing mind tries to understand the question. How could he tell what you’re thinking?

Kakashi’s hands slide to your wrists and bring them together above your head, pressing them into the bark so you can’t escape. Then he takes his knee and slots it between your legs, pressing his thigh up against your center.

“You want this, don’t you?”

Your eyes bug in disbelief. “No” you whisper but it’s an obvious lie meant to save face.

Kakashi pushes his hardened length against your hip. You suck in air between your teeth, unable to understand how you got in this predicament. He’s hard…for you.

“Say you don’t want me again. I promise to let you go if you do.”

Fuck that was hot.

“And if you’re good, I’ll reward you.”

“I don’t-” He squeezes your wrists tighter while rocking his hips against yours, rubbing his length against your upper leg.

 Butterflies zip throughout your body, excited to know he wants you the same way you want him. One hand presses against your wrist while the other wraps around your waist, pulling you against him.

“Ride my knee, pretty baby, show me how much you want me.”

Your eyes lock with his, your chin low, but your eyes never drop from his gaze. You angle you hips up so that you feel your folds drag along his thigh and angle them back down again. Repeating the process over and over, each stroke builds your desire as the friction tugs at your clit. The feeling is incredible but a ball of nerves bounces around your stomach, still in disbelief that it’s Kakashi you’re doing this with. 

You feel yourself wound up tight, need crawling along your skin. You don’t want to be pinned on the tree anymore, you want to touch him, kiss him, pull down that damned mask and see the face that no one else knows. 

As if reading your thoughts, Kakashi removes the hand that was wrapped around the small of your back and lowers the black fabric. His face is just as perfect as the rest of him. He’s gorgeous, truly a perfect creation. You whine and reach for him, unable to touch his lips with yours. A dazzling leering smirk makes you gush into your underwear.  Fuck me, even his smile is perfect.

He leans in, brushing his nose against your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “If you cum for me now, I’ll cum for you later.”

You swear your heart skips a beat. The pressure of your labia against his leg increases, causing your heart to pound with each tightening turn of the coil in your belly. Your chin drops and you pant, searching for air but what you really need is him.

“Please…” you whisper, breathy and quiet, “I need…” you turn your head towards his and he gives in, capturing your lips with his own. You struggle in his grip, wanting to wrap your arms around him but he grapples you tighter, not allowing you to budge. 

Your chest arches into his, pushing your supple mounds into his rock hard pecs. You’ve never felt so desperate in your life. It’s truly embarrassing how much you want him. Every part of him. You’d do anything to have him inside of you at this moment. 

“If you want me inside of you, tell me who’s slut you are.” You look at him shocked.

I swear he’s reading my mind right now. 

“Maybe I am. Now tell me who’s slut you are.”

“Yours.”

“Yours, sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m your slut, sir.”

“Good. Now, shirt off. I want you to walk home with your tits out. If a stranger comments on them, ask if they want to feel. Only once we’re at your house will I fuck you.”

Your cheeks flush a light cherry color. You don’t want to do that at all. You’re home is across town. So many people will see you.

“If you say no, I won’t let you cum now and I won’t cum for you later. You said you are my slut, prove it.”

He lets go of your wrists and you hesitate, trying to decide if you’re really going to demean yourself in front of the village or not. He has you whipped into a haze, feeling desperate for him and easily influenced, but this is a level that you weren’t expecting. 

Slowly your hands creep down to the hem of your shirt, pulling up the edge of the fabric over your head. Before you can fully finish taking it off, Kakashi drops you to the ground, your head and arms still tangled in your shirt. 

“Naughty girl, you really would do anything to have me inside you.” Kakashi punctuates his sentence with a slap to your exposed breasts. “You seem to be forgetting though, you’re my slut. So I’m not going to share you with strangers. If they see us fucking, that’s fine, but they’re not going to touch my property. I own you now, sweetie, and I’m not going to let you go. You understand?”

You nod your head, stupidly realizing he probably can’t see it cause of the way your shirt’s wrapped but he doesn’t care; he’s yanking off your bottoms and has them caught at your ankles. He pushes your legs up, holding them behind your knees so you’re in a ball on the wet grass.

Kakashi’s finger traces the center seam of your folds, dipping in at the base of your heat and pulling away. You can feel a trail of slick stretch between you and his finger pad, connecting the two of you as his lifts his pointer finger to his lips. The string breaks just as his tongue drags over his print for a taste. 

“What a wet little whore. I know you’ve been wanting me.” he dips his finger back into your center then licks the digit again with a wet pop. “I can hear your thoughts.”

You go rigid. Every embarrassing thought, every lewd internal dialogue, he heard it all. Fuck me… 

“My sweet, sweet slut, I’m here to give you everything that nasty heart of yours desires. I’ll make sure to fuck you nice and rough.”

You feel a warm appendage rub along your labia, followed by an insertion. You hiss, nipples stiffening, back arching, and a low moan of satisfaction gets lost in the night air. 

“You feel so much better than I imagined. Fuck. So warm and wet, and so tight.” Kakashi begins stroking, his length sinking in right up to your cervix, kissing it with each intrusion. You squirm below him, the feeling of his tip dragging along your walls has you needy and all you want is for him to go faster…and harder.

“Does pretty baby want it harder? Yeah I know you want it harder, I can hear you thinking about it.”

You yelp, embarrassed that he’s still reading your thoughts. Kakashi begins to pound into you, jolting you against the earth, your back is getting stained by the grass as you slide on the ground. Kakashi rests on his knees, keeping your feet over his shoulder. He hugs your legs, thrusting into you, watching how your tits sway with the momentum he provides. 

He leans forward, bending you and deepening his angle. You can’t see him with the shirt covering your face but you can imagine the hunger in his eyes. He gets a certain look when he’s sparring and you know he’s wearing that same look right now. 

You flutter around him, straining to close around the rod he has shoved inside of you. 

His eyes bore into your chest, mesmerized by it. He licks his lips then leans all the way down, cupping one breast in his hand, the other still supporting his weight. He wraps his lips around your peak and begins to suck on it, allowing his teeth to close on the flesh. 

You cry out, the sensitivity of the area makes it painful but it hurts so good. Kakashi continues to pull the bud into his mouth till he tastes a tangy discharge. Coupling the strokes of your core with the suckling of your breast, you feel yourself release all over his shaft. You spasm beneath him, while he rides you through the orgasm. 

He continues to milk you as much as he can but the gratification of being between your legs becomes all-consuming so he lets go and rolls you to your stomach. He straddles you in the prone position and swats at your behind as he watches how it jiggles with the impact of his hips. 

The wolfish spirit that always simmers below the surface starts to emerge. He slips one hand under your hips, lifting them to angle you better while the other hand, that’s supporting his body weight, pushes your shirt-covered face into the dirt. 

It’s all you can do to grit your teeth and take what he gives you, the pain mixing with the pleasure. The humiliation contrasted with the thrill. Your moans and cries come out in a blend of strange sounds that can only be described as animalistic. You hear the sounds of footsteps approaching, followed by gasps and the sounds of more than one person retreating. The embarrassment of being seen like this makes the squelching sounds louder.

“Little whore like when people see her humiliated, hmm? You got so wet for me when you had an audience. Should I ask them to come back?”

You can’t answer him cause his pace becomes so harsh, you don’t have air to form words. 

Feeling ready to release, Kakashi pulls your hips up all the way, dragging your head and arms along the ground. You’re lifted into a doggy position where Kakashi unleashes every last ounce of strength on your dirty, tangled form. 

Loud slapping sounds pound through the night from how your wet core collides with Kakashi’s soaked pelvis. Your fluids have made a mess of the both of you. A creamy white ring develops around his base and Kakashi is so glad he can see its thickness in the moonlight. 

The intensity of his pace has you screaming out ‘thank you’s’ between a slew of curse words and appeals to the gods.

Now when he tries to tap into your thoughts, he finds that you’re flipping from a jumbled mess of desires to an empty void. He’s successfully fucked you stupid and all you can do is happily scream. 

His pace increases till you fall silent and your only sounds are labored breaths as your body quakes, your wall flutter, clamping down till he almost releases inside of you. But determined to see you decorated, Kakashi manages to pull out just in time to flip you over and spill his spend over your grimy chest. 

Once you’re glistening with cum, he pulls your shirt the rest of the way off to reveal your red, dazed face. 

Gazing at you, he slots himself back inside your hole while his hands smear his seed around your breasts. After creating a muddy mixture, he then decorates your cheeks and nose, telling you that you’ll have to wear it home. 

“I’ll what?!”

“You’re going to walk home wearing me. You said you are my slut, time to act like it.”

You look away, embarrassed but a harsh pinch to both peaks brings your eyes back to his. Kakashi twists your nipples, emphasizing his words, “Am I being clear?”

“Yes, sir, I’ll wear your cum while I walk home.” 

“Good girl. Also, I expect you to come to work tomorrow without underwear on. I’m going to fill you up in the locker room before your mission and I want my cum leaking down your thighs all day. Understood?”

You nod, realizing you’ve just unlocked an animal, but you can’t make yourself regret it. Not when it’s the best sex of your life with the most amazing man you’ve ever met. Now, he wants to do it again. You pulse around his semi still lodged between your legs.

“Yes, sir. I understand.” you chant obediently.

“Gooood, now get up. You have a long walk home.”

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