#they said it made me look like a boxer or a ninja so they now call me ninja boxer because they don’t like calling me tito or tita

[nani-nonny]

Hmm… I’m almost done with (a)paf ch.4 and I’m blue ch.11

I decided to split the original I’m blue ch.11 into two chapters under the same title Blue Impatience but part 1 is called Blue Lillies and part 2 is called Blue Encounters so look forward to that

And I cut a part from (a)paf ch.4 because I didn’t like the direction I accidentally started going toward hehe so I’m still editing it

[ohillnevertell]

A Christmas Confession

Here you go, @palomahasenteredthechat- I give you my 12 Days of Joemas 2023 ficathon submission.

Warnings: None really, fluff with some angst, after all, nothing is ever perfect, some talk about casual sex, but nothing graphic.

Used a couple of the prompts, I'm sure you will spot them!

Enjoy!

She slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, careful not to wake him. As soon as she was out and on her feet, she turned back to see if she had succeeded, and she had - he was still sound asleep. It never ceased to amaze her how different he looked when sleeping; his handsome face was devoid of any stress and completely relaxed, making him appear far younger than his twenty-nine years.

She tip-toed to the bathroom, softly closing the door behind her. She pulled her long dark hair into a messy bun, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. She began collecting the various toiletries spread about the counter and placing them into their respective bag for travel, all the while thinking about how quickly time had flown by on this trip. It went by so fast, far too fast.

She gathered the remaining items and opened the door to find him standing there, clad only in his boxers. His presence startled her, making her jump and causing the items she held in her arms to fall to the floor.

"Holy shit," she exclaimed as she bent down to pick up the bags and bottles that were now scattered about the floor. "You scared the crap out of me; how are you so quiet? Are you a ninja in your off time?"

He chuckled and knelt to help her pick up her things. "Good morning to you too, love."

"I'm sorry, good morning. I didn't expect you to be there when I opened the door; you were out like a light when I went into the bathroom." She leaned forward and quickly kissed him before crossing the room and dropping the toiletries into an open suitcase sitting on the loveseat.

He crawled back onto the bed and lay on his side, his head propped up with a few pillows. He studied her as she folded items of clothing and placed them in the bag.

"I can't believe you're leaving me and returning to the States already; it feels like you just got here."

"Yeah, tell me about it," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. "In retrospect, I should have planned things differently and taken more time off, but how could I have known what would happen?"

She felt heat rise in her cheeks as she glanced at him, lying there and staring at her, a big grin on his face, showing off the dimple in his left cheek that never failed to make her swoon.

He got up from the bed and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. She felt so happy in his arms; he made her feel safe and comfortable. Just one of a million things about him she would miss when she left.

"And what happened, exactly?" He smiled broadly, with teeth, and gave her a wink.

"Don't be a smart ass," she said, playfully slapping his butt. "You. You happened. Of all the pubs in this city, you just had to walk into that one. You have a lot of nerve doing that, by the way."

"Oh, I have nerve?" He feigned shock, raising his eyebrows, and placed his hand on his chest. "I'm a regular there, so I think you're the one who had the nerve to be there in my pub. How dare you?"

She couldn't help but laugh. He was right; she later learned it was one of his favorites, and she could see why. It was cozy and very low-key, with no one staring and whispering or asking for photos; it was clear that he felt comfortable and just like everyone else within those walls.

Their fated meeting had happened over a week ago, shortly after she arrived in London, and they'd been inseparable ever since. They just gelled immediately, and there was no awkwardness; they just fell into whatever it was they were doing quite naturally. It felt like they'd always been part of one another's lives.

She'd refused to sleep with him right away and made him wait until after they'd been on a couple of dates; she was a lot of things, but a casual star fucker was not one of them. She'd been around the business most of her life and ran in celebrity circles, so his status meant nothing to her. She also found the actors she knew that had blown up overnight at a young age to be utterly obnoxious, and she was worried he would be the same. Thankfully, he was nothing like them, which came as a surprise to her. He was intelligent, cultured, kind, well-mannered, and cared about his work. He loved the craft, not the fame; it was rare and refreshing to encounter.

He'd made her time in London so enjoyable and very memorable. Christmas was just around the corner, and everything in the city was decorated beautifully, giving it a magical feel; it was lovely. Being there during the holidays and spending time with him felt unreal. It had been far too perfect, and she felt like pinching herself daily to ensure it wasn't a dream.

Last night, he'd asked her to extend her trip, to stay on through New Year's, but she couldn't, even though she desperately wanted to. She had to come down from the high and return to real life. It would be tough, so she felt it better to rip the bandaid off now rather than later and run the risk of becoming more invested.

"Are you sure you can't stay?" His voice broke her out of her thoughts, and she looked at him, his stare burning straight into her soul.

She shook her head and reached up to touch his face, feeling the prickliness of his short beard beneath her fingers." I wish more than anything that I could. I would love to spend Christmas with you, but I just can't."

"Call your work and tell them you can't leave the country because you're trapped under something heavy, the something heavy being me." He held her even more tightly and grinned, cheeky and adorable and clearly amused by his silly joke.

She laughed and pushed him away. "Please don't quit your day job and attempt stand-up comedy; it's not your thing. You're talented as hell and capable of many things, but not that. Never that. And just a side note: you're not that heavy."

He let out his loud and funny laugh she loved and pulled her back to him, kissing her. She loved kissing him. She felt like a teenager, wanting to make out with him every chance she got; his kisses were perfection.

She wanted to stay in the moment forever, but she couldn't. She broke away and took his face into her hands. "Fuck it, I'm just going to say it; I'm really going to miss you. This trip was a dream, and so are you. I want you to know that you are extraordinary in every way, and don't you dare ever think otherwise."

She ran her hands down his neck to his chest and looked down, briefly leaning her head into him before placing a feather-light kiss on his lips. She willed herself not to cry; she had always known this beautiful experience would end, but she never imagined how much it would hurt when it did.

He touched her face, studying it while softly running his thumb over her lips. "You know this isn't the end of our story, right?"

"Sure, I know. Like you said, we will figure it out," she said softly, attempting to sound as confident as possible. As much as she wanted to believe him, she still worried that this really was the end and mentally prepared herself to carry on as if it were.

She gave him the best smile she could muster, hoping he wouldn't catch on to her true feelings, and shifted her focus back to packing. "Now, I better pick up the pace. I have a plane to catch."

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"He lives!" His oldest and closest friend exclaimed as he approached the bar. He had been dreading this get-together, and that greeting confirmed his fears. He'd prepared himself for the shit his friend would undoubtedly be giving him about the time he'd spent with her.

He removed his coat, hanging it on a hook by the bar, then sat on a barstool next to his friend. He turned to him, looking him dead in the eye, unamused. "Fuck off."

"Oh, come on, lighten up! You're the one who went MIA after you met her," his friend replied, waving over the bartender to order another pint. "You didn't answer texts or calls; for all we knew, you were dead. It's not like you to go completely silent."

The bartender set down a pint before him, and he quickly grabbed it, taking a nice long gulp before answering. "I was busy."

"Yeah, I bet you were," his friend snorted, hitting him in the arm. "That's it? You're not going to elaborate on what you've been doing, aside from the obvious, for the past week and a half?"

He sighed, exasperated; there was no getting out of the interrogation. He vowed not to share every detail and only give him minimal information about how he'd been spending his time.

"Fine," he began slowly, mentally parsing out what he felt comfortable sharing, which wasn't much. It was an odd feeling; he usually didn't mind talking to his friends about his conquests, but he felt differently about his time with her for some reason. He felt the need to protect what they had, whatever it was.

"Well, you met her that night, so you know how lovely she is," he said, and he couldn't help but smile. "I'd offered to show her around the city the next day, which she accepted, and then we had a proper date that evening."

His friend was hanging on every word, grinning. "Then you shagged her and spent the rest of the time holed up in her hotel."

"Nope, you couldn't be more wrong," he replied, staring at his half-empty glass. He was downing it faster than he thought. "She told me the night we met she wasn't going to have sex with me; casual hookups were not her thing. She said she didn't care who I was; it wouldn't happen, and I was free to walk away."

The expression on his friend's face was a combination of shock and amusement. "Oh, that's fantastic! Romeo was shot down in under 24 hours. I like this woman already."

He rolled his eyes and continued. "I respected her feelings but didn't want to walk away. The next few days were very much the same, more showing her around London and whatnot. Everything was so nice and normal, and we had a wonderful time. After dinner, that's when things changed. She asked me to stay with her, not go home, so I did and never left. Well, not until she did, anyway."

"Well, shit, she certainly had a change of heart," his friend said, winking at him. "I should have known she would; the women can never resist you and your charm. They all end up caving, the only variable being how long it takes for them to fold."

His tone was moderately sarcastic, maybe tinged with a hint of jealousy. His friends loved giving him shit, and usually, he took it in stride, but in this moment, he was mildly annoyed by the behavior.

"But she kept you in a holding pattern," his friend continued, holding his index finger in the air as if to punctuate his statement. "Which no one in the past year and a half has ever done that I'm aware of. Impressive. Even more impressive is that you waited it out. I couldn't have predicted that, either."

He felt somewhat ashamed when those words hit him. Was this how everyone saw him, as some fuckboy whose charms were so irresistible that women simply fell into bed with him with something as simple as a glance? And if they didn't, he just moved on to his next conquest?

His stomach began to churn when he thought about how he'd spent his time since his newfound fame changed his life tremendously. Just an endless stream of faceless women and one-night stands, no attachments, just having fun. He'd never been the one in his friend group who garnered all the female attention. He was funny and goofy; nerdy cute was how they would refer to him, and the last one standing after everyone had paired off. Last pick of the group every time.

Now, the attention was constant. He'd taken advantage of it, as any man his age would, but he was now wondering if he wanted to continue. It had become somewhat dull, and he realized they were all the same; they wanted to be able to say they'd fucked someone famous. Sure, he got sex out of the deal, but at what cost?

"Hey," his friend said, snapping his fingers before his face. "What's wrong? You're not actually hung up on this woman, are you?"

He turned to face his friend, whose amusement had turned into disbelief at the mere thought of this being the case. "I liked being with her; she just got me, you know? I asked her to stay on through the New Year, and she said no."

"I like her even more," his friend said, his voice low, fingers tapping on the bar. "Not because she turned you down not once but twice, but because your fame does not affect her. It sounds like she sees you as we all see you, just a regular bloke, the same guy you've always been, and not the updated and made-over Hollywood version."

He shrugged and took a deep breath. "She doesn't care about the fame because she comes from the business. She knows how the industry is and how everything works. Hell, she probably knows more about it than I do."

"There it is," his friend said, slapping him on the shoulder. "She might be exactly what you need. Someone who understands what that world is like and how crazy your life has become. She can ground you, help keep you sane."

There was a deafening silence between them despite the chatter and noise that filled the pub. The day before, after she'd left, he'd spent the day wandering the city, trying to clear his head and not think about her, but he couldn't. He was reminded of her at nearly every turn. The restaurant they'd dined at on their first date, the hidden alcove by the bridge where he'd kissed her for the first time, and the Christmas market in Trafalgar Square, where he'd helped her pick out ornaments to take home were just a few of many. She was everywhere.

He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "Yeah, maybe, I don't know."

"Well, you need to either do something about it or forget her and get back in the game, mate," his friend replied, finishing his pint and setting the empty glass on the bar. "What's your plan for the holiday?"

"I think I'm going to take a solo trip, but I don't know where. I need to get out of here for a few days, of that I'm certain," he said flatly, finishing his drink before standing up and grabbing his coat from the nearby hook.

"Thanks for the pint; I'll get you next time around. I'll catch up with you later - Happy Christmas, mate."

Without saying another word and leaving his friend speechless, he quickly exited the pub and walked out into the brisk evening air. He made his way towards the tube station to catch the train that would take him home, his head down, hands shoved deeply into his coat pockets. He weaved through the crowds that packed the sidewalks, everyone talking and laughing, carrying packages and gifts, all so joyful and in the season's merriment. He saw happy couples walking hand in hand, smiles lighting up their faces, with not a care in the world. That should be us, he thought to himself.

He quickly pushed the thought away; he'd had enough. He needed to do something to get him out of his fucked up headspace. A distraction. He quickly ducked into a pub, found an open seat at the bar, and ordered a double shot of tequila. He took out his phone, opened the dating app, and began swiping through his matches.

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She knew she had no right to be upset; he owed her nothing, but she couldn't help how she was feeling.

She'd spoken to him once she'd arrived home, and everything seemed fine. He'd told her again that they would find a way to see one another; he needed to confirm his schedule first, and then he could make a plan. He was sweet and lovely, and she had no reason not to believe what he was telling her. She did her best to have zero expectations, but it was challenging.

It was Christmas Eve. She'd texted him to wish him a Merry Christmas, but no response. Fucking crickets. Damn him, she should have known better. She was more angry with herself than him, kicking herself for letting her walls down and trusting him.

She curled up on the sofa and snuggled under a soft blanket, reaching for her cup of hot chocolate on the end table. She took a small sip and watched the flames dance in the fireplace. She felt her eyes well up with tears; even though she'd tried not to let her emotions get the best of her, they did anyway. She told herself to be grateful for their time together; after all, she'd lived out the fantasy of so many women, she was the "lucky one." She should be content knowing that for a brief moment in time, she had been his, and he had been hers.

She wiped away the tears dripping onto her cheeks, chastising herself for crying. "Such a baby," she murmured to herself. She couldn't help but wonder how things would have played out if she'd stayed with him for the holidays; she was pretty sure she would have been a lot happier than she was right now.

She heard the Ring doorbell chime, alerting her that someone was at the door, and then the bell itself rang. She wasn't expecting anyone but figured it was probably an Amazon delivery; those people never took a day off.

She tossed the blanket off and went to the door, curious to see what had been delivered, especially since she couldn't recall placing any recent orders. She hoped that if it was a delivery, the person had dropped it and left because she was in her flannel pajamas, her hair in a ponytail, and no makeup; after all, she had no one to impress. She didn't bother to look through the peephole; she just flung the door open.

She gasped when she saw that it was not an Amazon delivery. He was right in front of her, standing on her doorstep. He looked a little disheveled, his curls messy and wild, and a bit tired, with a crooked smile on his face. That fucking dimple.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed in disbelief. "What in the world are you doing here? How are you even here? How did you get my address?"

"I have my ways," he replied, rubbing one of his eyes with the heel of his palm. "May I come inside and then answer your questions?"

She suddenly felt like a jerk, realizing that rather than sounding excited, her reaction bordered on annoyance. "Yes, of course, I'm sorry. I was not expecting to see you here, and I'm quite stunned."

She opened the door wide and ushered him inside. He gave her a peck on the cheek as he passed her, and she inhaled deeply. Cologne, mint, and cigarettes - it was his scent, and she loved it. And, at present, she hated that she loved it.

She followed him as he walked into the living room, setting down his bag, removing his coat, and tossing it onto the sofa. He behaved as if he'd walked into her home many times, even though this was the first.

"It's so festive in here," he said, admiring the tree. "It feels very cozy."

He looked cute, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a cashmere sweater layered over it. She preferred this dressed-down look over any of the fancy red carpet looks. Relaxed and casual was just more him.

"Make yourself at home," she said, suddenly feeling self-conscious and nervous by his presence in her home. "Can I get you something to drink?"

He turned to face her, taking her hands and pulling her to him. "In a minute. I must get some things off my chest before I lose my nerve."

Despite his words sounding worrisome, being so close to him again made her heart beat faster. Her mind was suddenly flooded by the memories of their time together in London, and the anger she'd felt earlier began to melt away. At that moment, she just wanted to hold him, kiss him, and transport them back in time.

"I owe you an apology," he began, his voice low but soft. "I'm sorry I disappeared on you; I never should have done that, and it was wrong. So fucking wrong."

She looked up at him; the look in his dark eyes was sincere but simultaneously broken and sad. It hurt her heart to see him that way; he had always been so happy and confident when they were together.

She draped her arms over his shoulders, then ran her fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck. "Thank you for that; I'd be lying if I didn't say I was hurt and disappointed."

"You have every right to be. I'm surprised you didn't slap me when you saw me at the door; I would have deserved it." He brought his hands to her waist and pulled her closer, their bodies pressed tightly against one another.

"Not my style," she said, giving him a small smile. "But you're right; you would have deserved it. Still do if I'm being honest."

He gently caressed her cheek and held her gaze, his expression growing dark. "When you left, I had some sort of existential crisis. You got under my skin, but I didn't want to admit it. I assumed I could go on with us just getting together when we could, but no strings. I don't know why I ever thought I could do that to you; you deserve better. Not even better, the best, of everything."

Her stomach flipped, unsure of what was happening, fearing that this was the big goodbye, despite him telling her in London that it wasn't the end of their story. She dropped her arms from his shoulders, stepping back and away from him. A sad expression washed over his face.

"I thought I could have my cake and eat it, too. I could keep on as I had been, just hooking up with whoever caught my fancy in the moment and have you there for me when the timing was good for both of us but on my terms. I could have the best of both worlds: freedom and you. I was arrogant, and I'm not proud of it."

He remembered how he'd matched with a woman on the app that night after she left. He'd agreed to meet her at another pub nearby. She'd come on strong and made it clear she was down for some casual sex; she'd been just what he was looking for that night. They'd gone back to her place, but he couldn't go through with it when the time came to get down to business. He'd apologized profusely, but she'd been furious that he'd wasted her time. He got out of there fast, and on the way home, he canceled his account and deleted the app. He was done with it.

She was silent. His words had hit her like a punch in the gut. She had to give him credit for his honesty, but damn what he was saying cut deep. Sure, he wanted to have her in his life, but he'd planned to keep her on hold and in the dark while he still fucked around, only connecting with her when it was convenient for him, with no commitment. She felt sick.

"Please tell me that this story, or rather this confession, of yours is going to take a turn for the better because right now, it's only upsetting me," she said, anger evident in her tone. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at the floor; she didn't even want to look him in the eye.

He stepped towards her, placing his finger under her chin, tipping it upward so she would look at him. "I finally had to admit that you had gotten to me. It happened so fast that I couldn't even process it. You don't care about status. You don't fawn over me or treat me like I'm some untouchable Hollywood golden boy. When I'm with you, I can forget about all the celebrity bullshit and be like everyone else, like I used to be. I feel safe and free when I'm with you."

He looked and sounded sincere, but she still wasn't sure if she could trust what he was saying. Her heart and mind were whirlwinds of mixed emotions, and she had zero control over them.

She walked away from him and returned to the sofa, sitting down and pulling the blanket back over her as if it would shield her from everything being thrown at her. She still didn't know where she stood and felt very uneasy. It made her question everything that had happened with him in London.

"Okay, you came to all these realizations, but now what? Why are you even here? You could have easily called and told me all this; you didn't have to take a 10-plus hour flight on Christmas Eve to do it."

He sat beside her on the sofa, taking one of her hands and holding it. Her first instinct was to pull away, but for some reason, she didn't; she felt frozen in place.

"I came here because I needed to see you and tell you in person," he said, holding her hand tightly, his thumb running back and forth over it as if it would soothe her. "And I wanted to spend Christmas with you. Not my friends, not my family, just you."

"Why me, though? I'm just another in a long line of forgettable women. I'm not special," she replied, on the verge of tears, finally pulling her hand away. "I feel foolish now for thinking, even for a moment, that you had any actual feelings for me. I didn't think you were head over heels for me, but God, I thought you cared about me even just a little bit. I'm such a fucking idiot."

He dropped his head down and was silent for a few moments. He took a deep breath and looked at her with a pained expression. She could see she'd hurt him with what she'd said; it was written all over his face.

"Because you make me feel like a regular human, with no preconceived notions or expectations of me. You saw me for who I am and not some object to be worshipped or used; I never questioned your motives. I knew you didn't have an agenda; you were interested in the goofy guy from South London, not that other version of me the rest of the world sees. And for what it's worth, I care about you more than you even know."

"Well, you have a hell of a way of showing how much you care. You just told me in not so many words that you considered me nothing more than your beck-and-call girl. That's shitty."

He was visibly upset. She wasn't purposefully trying to be hurtful; she was only speaking from a place of pain and anger. This was going down as the worst Christmas in memory.

"I'm beyond sorry that I hurt you! That was never my intention, and I know what I did was wrong. I know I've broken your trust, but please believe me when I say I wanted to be here with you." His voice cracked; he was becoming more upset, his tone almost desperate.

"I want you in my life and for us to give this thing a shot. Please."

His pleading, teary eyes broke her. She hated seeing him this way, and even though everything he'd said had hurt her terribly and made her trust issues go on high alert, she couldn't help but feel he was telling her the truth. She couldn't be cold to him; it wasn't who she was.

"Come here," she whispered, reaching her arms towards him. He scooted closer, and she pulled him to her into a hug. She held him tightly, stroking his hair as he broke down, telling her how sorry he was over and over. "It's okay. I know you're sorry; really, I do. Just relax and breathe; everything is fine."

She'd never seen a grown man in such a state but remembered that he wasn't like most men. He really was a riddle, a puzzle, and a mystery all rolled into one. She couldn't figure him out, no matter how much she tried. She wondered if anxiety had something to do with it, that once the stresses built up to a certain point, the only way to release them was to fall apart.

After a few minutes, he broke away from their embrace and looked at her, defeated. His eyes were red, his cheeks splotchy, but seemingly over the minor meltdown. She could see in his eyes that he was being honest with her and meant everything he'd said. Truthfully, he never had an obligation to tell her anything. After all, they were not in an actual relationship, or at least not one they'd defined in any way, and they were both free to do as they pleased. If anything, they were both in the wrong, him for thinking he could make his plan work and her for having expectations based on a brief amount of time together.

"You know, I shouldn't have had any expectations about how things would play out after I left London," she said quietly. "I'm sorry if you ever felt pressure from me in some way to keep things going after I left."

He reached out to her, touching her cheek, and shook his head. "No, this isn't on you. You did nothing wrong. I got scared and fucked up, and I own all of it."

She reached over and brushed a curl away from his eyes. "We all make mistakes. We wouldn't be human if we didn't."

"You have no idea how intimidated I was by you in the beginning, especially the night we met," he confessed, looking down at his hands, fiddling with one of his rings, seemingly afraid to look right at her.

"I'd watched you for a while that night in the pub. I saw how you interacted with your friends and engaged with those around you, people you didn't even know. Your energy was amazing, so bright, bubbly, and friendly. You were so sure of yourself but not with an air of self-importance, just confidence."

She sat up straight, surprised by what he was saying; he'd never said a word about this when they'd been together. She had no idea he'd felt this way.

"That's why I sent you and your friends a round of drinks," he continued, still not looking at her. "I didn't have the nerve to approach you directly, so I thought the drinks would be a good icebreaker and give me an opening."

She couldn't believe her ears. This man, who always seemed so outgoing and confident, had been intimidated by her? He couldn't be serious, no way.

"Why didn't you tell me this before? I had no idea you'd felt this way."

He shrugged his shoulders and finally looked at her. "I didn't want you to think less of me or think I was weak and not worth your time."

"Baby," she said tenderly. "I never would have thought that about you. I hate that you think I would have felt that way."

He managed a weak smile and went on. "I was so nervous those first few days we were together; I didn't want to fuck up. Here you were, this intelligent, beautiful, successful, and self-sufficient woman who didn't need to rely on anyone for anything, spending time with me? I'm just an actor who never knows where his next job will come from; nothing is guaranteed, even now. I certainly couldn't give you anything you don't already have or could get yourself."

"That's not true at all," she said quietly, tucking a wayward curl behind his ear. "What about your time? Your affection? Your heart?" She paused for a moment before she continued. "Your…love? Those things are priceless, and only you have the power to give them away."

He dropped his head again, and she couldn't see his face, so she couldn't read how he was feeling. "I often feel I'm not quite good enough. Not in my work, not for you, nothing. I always feel like I'm just getting by on luck, and eventually, it will run out."

It was inconceivable to her that these were the thoughts he lived with daily. How could he not see how amazing he was, not just his talent but as a person? Sure, he wasn't perfect, but who was?

"My beautiful boy, you are so wrong. You are more than good enough for everything you mentioned and so much more! I told you before I left that you are extraordinary, and I meant it in many ways. I wish you could see yourself as I see you, as I've always seen you." She grabbed his chin, turned his head to face her, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to his, letting them linger momentarily.

She saw a tear run down his cheek. She would never know or understand why he was so hard on himself; all she could do was support him and assure him that she was there for him. She wiped the tear away with her thumb and kissed each cheek, and he cracked a smile. His smile could light up the world; how he couldn't see that was baffling.

"I need you to be completely honest, though - are you sure you want to try this? Is that what you really want?" She bit her lip nervously as she waited for his answer.

He moved so close to her that he was practically in her lap. He took her face into his hands and stared into her eyes, causing her stomach to flip. She was such a sucker for those Bambi eyes and hated herself for it, especially at this moment.

"It's what I really want. You are what I want. I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he said in a low voice. He punctuated his answer by leaning in and softly kissing her.

Despite the emotional rollercoaster they'd just been on, and how hurt she'd been, she couldn't help but kiss him back. She had feelings for him and couldn't just turn them off like a light switch. If he was serious about giving a relationship a shot, she wanted to try, too. She couldn't walk away from him; she cared about him too much. He'd broken through her walls of self-preservation, something she thought would never happen with anyone.

He pushed her into the pillows of the sofa and crawled on top of her as he kissed her. Their kissing became more frantic and passionate, clearly displaying their feelings for one another. The dim light from the fire and the lights on the tree made it feel so romantic, but she couldn't let things go further just yet.

While she still had willpower, she pushed him away and sat up. He looked both surprised and confused by her sudden change in behavior.

"Wait," she said, getting her wits about her. "I need to know we are on the same page before this goes further. I want to go into this with all the cards on the table; no surprises."

He flashed her a cheeky smile, and she swore she saw a devilish gleam in his eyes. He stood up and went over to his bag, opening it and rummaging through it for a moment, finally pulling something from it and returning to his spot on the sofa.

"I hate to tell you this, but I have a surprise. I got a little something for you; I hope you'll like it," he said, clutching something tightly in his fist.

He opened up his palm to reveal a silver ring, identical to the one he always wore, only smaller and delicate. He took her left hand and slid it onto her middle finger, the same finger he wore his, then kissed her palm.

"If this doesn't prove I'm serious about you, I don't know what will. I bought it two days after you left. When we'd gone shopping together, and you'd looked at that other ring you wanted to buy, they'd given you the sizing. I took note. You never know when you might need that information." He just smiled and gave her a wink, the pain and sadness having disappeared from his face.

She didn't know what to say. She could never have anticipated such a thing; it was a bold move on his part and a leap of faith as well. She couldn't understand why he would do such a thing. Before another thought could enter her mind, he spoke.

"I want you to have this because you hold a special place in my heart. When you look at it, I want you to think of me and how much I care for you. You've enchanted me in ways I could never explain, and I know I'm lucky to have you." He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it again, then holding it against his chest. "I promise I will never take you for granted again. Happy Christmas, love."

The tears welled up again, damn this man. Over the last hour and a half, he'd surprised her, infuriated and hurt her, begged for forgiveness, confessed his insecurities, and then professed his desire to be with her and only her. Her head was swimming; they'd been through more shit in one evening than most couples go through in the duration of an entire relationship, but it didn't lessen her desire to be with him. It would be a lesson learned if it turned out to be a mistake, but she had to give him a chance. No risk, no reward.

"I love it," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "But I feel bad. I don't have a gift for you."

He leaned in towards her, pressing his forehead against hers, smiling. "Don't be silly, love; you didn't have to get me anything. I already have all I wanted for Christmas. You."

#12 days of joemas #holiday ficathon

[criolla-star]

Overwhelmed(Vinny x Garmadon)part 22

(hshuihsaxsah here's another part even though I uploaded two parts yesterday but I need to feed you my stars)

(Check out part 1-21 if you haven't already)

The two began eating their pancakes and honestly they were both starving due to last nights events*cough cough*. Vinny surprisingly finished eating first. "That was delicious" Vinny said out as he melted in Garmadons' arms. He could barely keep himself up and had no strength. Seeing this the oni let out a soft chuckle before kissing his lovers' forehead earning a soft giggle from him.

"I feel like absolute shit right now" Vinny said as he rested his head on Garmadons' chest as he ate. "Sorry...too much last night..."The oni said feeling guilty again. "No...it's not your fault it felt amazing of course it's gonna have some consequences" Vinny said as he rolled over and face planted into the bed. Garmadon smiled before continuing to eat and after 5 more minutes he finished eating. "Well I'm done...why don't we put that cream on you?" The oni asked as he read the tube. "Yea I guess...anything to make me feel somewhat better" Vinny said as he took of his shirt and pants, don't worry he's wearing boxers underneath he isn't butt naked.

"So do I just put it on you? Like a normal cream?" Garmadon asked staring at Vinny curiously, "Yea then just rub it in...but can you be a little gentle my body hurts" The smaller replied as he lied down on the bed. "Of course I don't want to hurt you" Garmadon responded and he put a blob of cream on his hand, the oni began carefully massaging the cream onto Vinnys' upper torso being mindful of his lovers' sore body. Vinny flinched when Garmadons' hands made contact with his body it just caught him off guard, but the oni still apologised for doing literally nothing.

"You okay?" Garmadon asked as he continued applying the cream, Vinny held up a thumbs up he was honestly really comfortable at the moment. Eventually the oni finished with the upper torso so now it was for his legs which were way more sensitive. "I'm going to start on your legs now" the oni said earning another thumbs up from Vinny. Garmadon began with the legs carefully putting the cream on him not wanting to hurt him, but Vinnys' legs hurt way more than his upper torso so he flinched and hid his face in a pillow trying to ignore the pain(our precious baby😢) Garmadon instantly stopped when he could tell the pain was a bit too much, but he whispered comforting things into Vinnys' ear as he continued more carefully.

Eventually after about 20minutes of this they finally finished and yes it did take him that long to finish. "I'm done...are you feeling alright?" Garmadon asked worriedly, "Y-yea.." Vinny replied as he rolled onto his back, "Thanks" the smaller added. There was an awkward silence that went on for 4minutes. "Nya might come to talk to me soon.....you should go hang out with your brother or son" Vinny said as he broke the awkward silence between them. "Are you s-" Garmadon was cut off, "Yes I am..." Vinny said cutting Garmadon off. The oni nodded, "Let me...stay here for a little longer...I don't want to leave you just yet..." Garmadon said as he nuzzled Vinnys' neck making him chuckle out before he put on his pants.

After 10 minutes Nya came in, "Sorry am I interrupting something I can come back later" Nya said as she realised the two snuggling against each other. "Hmm? No I was going to leave soon" Garmadon said as he kissed Vinnys' forehead and said goodbye then left. "Did something happen between you two?" The water ninja asked worriedly as she closed the door. "What? No why would you think that? I just told him to go talk to his brother he looks like he needs to talk to someone other than me" Vinny said as he put on his shirt. "You did? He might take it that you're angry at him and need a little space" Nya said as before sitting on the bed.

Vinny stared at her, "I mean...I know he can take things the wrong way...but I doubt he would be thinking I'm mad at him..." Vinny said worriedly. "Maybe but Jay used to think I was angry when I told him to talk to someone else" Nya said earning a nod form Vinny, "I'll tell him when he comes back" he said, "Good...now how you doing?" Nya asked wanting to know everything....not the actual sex bit or little details or any weird details at all they're just gossip buddies now.

(WOOOOO hope you guys enjoy I am pumping out with new parts for you guys I gotta feed you)

[aurora567]

Little Mouse Ch. 20

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.

Summery: We get a little snuggly Dabi this chapter now that Dabi and Rin are reunited.

Word Count: 6067 

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It felt like she was floating as her consciousness slowly came back to her as she realized she wasn't actually floating. But instead she swayed softly as she was being carried. Her eyelids felt heavy as she tried to force them open and blink away the light of the day. Even though they were within a building it still felt too bright, her head was pounding, her body just completely ached. She felt like she had been on a drunken bender and was now just waking up. She had over used her quirk and was paying for it now. She couldn’t help the soft groan as her body and headache as she closed her eyes, simply letting her body remain limp. Of course an all too familiar chuckle as she forces her eyes open to look up and meet Dabi’s piercing blue eyes as he looks down at her in his arms.

“Good morning princess,” he said, smirking down at her before she let her eyes close again.

“Ugh I hate when you call me that,” She groaned as she remained just a limp doll in his arms as she let him carry her. She couldn’t hear any other footsteps but his boots against the floor as he walked so they seemed to be alone. Unless Kurogiri was around, that man was like a ninja. Was it because his body seemed to be made out of smoke that made him so silent? She wasn't sure but she was pretty sure he still had some form of a physical body under that smoke. Of course at her comment he simply gives her a low and deep chuckle.

“Then I’ll just call you my little mouse,” He said, still teasing her.

“Mmm I hate that one even more than princess. Screw the pet names just call me Rin,” She said feeling far too tired and sore to argue with him and yet here she was still trying to.

“Why do you hate the pet names so much?” He asked his curiosity, getting the best of him as he carried her into the small little room the two had been previously sharing among the old warehouse.

“Mmm I don’t completely hate them. But you never say my name,” she said softly as she nuzzled her face into his chest before he gently placed her down on the old mattress. Though he nearly dropped her after hearing her say that. He had to have said her name before, right? Now he wasn’t too sure as he placed her down on the bed only to find her hands had grabbed at his old baggy shirt.

“Stay with me?” She asked softly once again slowly forcing her eyes open to look up at him. The tired look she gave him tugged at that cold heart of his.

“Fine just let me get my jacket off,” he answered after clicking his tongue off the back of his front teeth. Still he couldn’t help but try to think of when he had, if ever used her name. He knew when she left he had yelled at Shigaraki and Kurogiri and had used her name then. But had he ever actually addressed the woman herself by her name? No he couldn’t ever recall actually using her name while talking to her. Why did his stomach feel heavy at that realization? How annoying it was. And yet he still shrugged his jacket off and even stripped down to his boxers before climbing into the bed beside her.

Drawn to the warmth of his body she instantly snuggled right up against him as he looked down at her. Though once his eyes roamed over her filthy and shredded clothes he sighed softly.

“You should get out of those dirty clothes,” He said as his fingers ran along her side before he gently tugged the material of the shirt up her body and over her head as she leaned up off the bed a little bit for him. His hands slowly slid down her body as his eyes roamed over the sight of her bra. Though as his eyes drifted lower he found himself scowling as his eyes rested on the fist size hole in her side. The bleeding stopped and it was already scabbing over but still it was a good size and not pretty to look at. It pissed Dabi off, Shigaraki should have done more than just take the damn man's arms. His fingers became feather light as he slowly touched the edge of the wound hearing her hiss as air quickly escaped through clenched teeth.

“Careful I have not healed it all the way yet. It is still tender,” She mumbled as she snuggled her face into his side. She didn’t seem bothered by it before he touched the red angry skin around the wound. Still seeing it just made him completely pissed off. Luckily her arms had wrapped around his waist keeping him from being able to jump to his feet and put his clothes back on and go hunt down what hospital that damn Overhaul was currently being treated in.

“Stop staring at it and help me get my pants off,” She said softly, not even opening her eyes she could tell his eyes had been glued to the injury she got when she had been unable to dodge the spike. The feeling of his fingers along her skin was a dead give away he was most likely stuck on the wound. Squirming her hips a little finally drew the man's eyes away and down before he let out a breathless chuckle and finally let his fingers continue their trail south down to undo the buttons of her jeans helping her to undo them then push them off of her hips before she was able to kick them off.

Perfect! Now she tossed her leg over his and her arms tightened their grip around him. She was molded right up against the side of Dabi as close as she could physically get. Oddly enough he didn’t argue or fight with her as he let her snuggle right up against him as she drifted off to sleep once again. But he couldn’t sleep like her, he still was recalling how he had run from her before she left. It had only been a couple of days ago but still it felt like years to him. She had ran her fingers ever so lightly along his scarred skin and had even called it mesmerizing. He had always hated his scars and the constant reminders they gave him. So when she mentioned them he ran, originally from her but he had quickly learned it was not her he had meant to run from at that moment. Of course by the time he had realized he had ran from himself and had come back to see her he found out she had gone as part of the deal with that annoying bastard from the yakuza.

Unable to be able to talk with her again since she had up and left him. Dabi had found himself feeling an array of emotions once he found she was gone. Which only seemed to irritate him even more and in the end he went on a little spree killing anyone he came across in the shadows. Which had pissed off Shigaraki since the little outburst had most likely drawn attention from cops and hero’s but in the end it was fine and Shigaraki finally shut up about it. And now she had returned, a little beaten up and exhausted but alive nonetheless.

He found himself relaxing as he listened to her soft breathing as she slept beside him. Gently for fear of waking her, his fingers glanced across the skin of her hip trying not to get too close to the hole in her body before he finally forced his fingers to glide upwards over her arm and up to her shoulder. He felt the need to keep his hand busy for fear it would just return to the injury and take his eyes there too. So he gently started to pet her hair. A barely audible sigh escaped the sleeping woman at the feeling of his hand along her long red hair. It was hard to believe that when he first met her he hated the red hair she sported. It had reminded him of his own fathers and that had only caused him more internal issues. But now as he gently ran his hands over the soft strands he couldn’t imagine the woman in his arms without the long red locks that fell around her on the bed.

When did her presence become so soothing? He had never been a cuddler and yet here he was laying beside her with her body curled up around him as he gently petted her hair as she slept. Such a simple thing was relaxing, he felt so at ease. When was the last time he had felt like there was not a care in the world? When had this woman squirmed her way into his heart? At first that realization had been irritating but after she had been gone for a couple days he now did not find it annoying, well at least not completely annoying at least.

Let his own eyes drift shut Dabi enjoyed the relaxing moment with the fiery red head back beside him where she belonged. The two slept peacefully wrapped up in one another as the day drifted into night.

Dabi was the first to wake, or so he assumed as he blinked his eyes and took in the still dark room. It was still rather early into the morning but seeing how he had fallen asleep beside her much earlier into the evening than normal it wast surprising that he would also wake up earlier. Though the most annoying thing was the fact that he felt wide awake now. Which meant any hope he may have had in returning to sleep was doomed now till the next evening. He let out a huff unhappy with how awake he was feeling at an hour he would often now be crawling into bed at. Glancing over he could just make out Rin’s shape as she was nearly now sleeping on top of him having squirmed enough in her sleep to nearly end up more on him then off. Though she had fallen asleep in nearly the same manner so it shouldn't have been surprising. Though now her grip felt tight when Dabi tried to shift and move a little out from beneath her. So getting up without waking her no longer seemed optional as he tried gently to pry the woman off of him. But short of getting incredibly force full and nearly throwing her off of the bed he couldn't seem to shake her off of him as if he was a teddy bear she was holding on to for dear life.

With an irritated growl he gave up in the attempt to free himself from her. Well there went his plan to get up and maybe see if he could hunt them down something for some breakfast before she awoke. But she had him locked in her grip and was refusing to let him go. Feeling the need to do something his left hand started to slowly move across her back running his fingers lightly over her soft skin where he could reach. That drew an almost purring like noise from the woman. And of course hearing it Dabi couldn't help but lightly chuckle. Still though he had been rather silent with the noise he couldn't help the vibrations in his chest as he listened to her. Though soon the sound had turned to a soft little moan as he felt her back arch back a little into his hands as he felt the body above him shifting as she woke.

“Good morning princess,” He greeted her once he felt she was awake enough to actually register it was him who spoke to her.

“Good morning. What time is it?” she asked softly, her head being picked up off of his chest in what he assumed was a way to look around quickly before returning to look up at him.

“Way to fucking early,” He grumbled which just earned him a giggle from her before he felt her shift a little as she leaned up more before he felt her lips against his. Of course he was more than happy to return the kiss feverishly as his hands both moved down to her hips. In one swift movement he had her pulled completely up and over him. Her knees were on each side of him as she shifted to be nearly sitting on his lower stomach as she leaned over his chest and happily kissed him.

As much as he wanted to roll the two of them over and take control on top he forced himself to stay put. He didn't want to risk hurting her knowing she was still injured but this way he could still get what he wanted. His fingers were swift as they moved up to undo the bra she was wearing before he nearly ripped the damn thing off of her. He could hear her giggle against his lips at his eagerness which earned her a low growl and a nip at her bottom lip as his hands had moved to find their way around to the front of her body. One hand was groping a breast, the other had started to assault a poor perky nipple as he took it between his fingers pinching and twisting it a bit rougher than he needed to. But the moan it earned him was enough to make him do it again as he twisted the nipple and even gave it a good tug as he felt her squirming above him.

“Dabi,” She softly cried out as she pulled away and broke the kiss as he felt her shift back a little and grind her growing damp panties against his boxers. This earned her another low growl. Fuck how he missed her.

His hands pawed at her breasts for another few seconds before he moved them down quickly tugging at her panties before she could shift and slide them off herself. She knew if she didn’t that he would just burn or rip them off and she did not have enough spares laying around for him to keep destroying her underwear. Then again maybe she should just start going commando? Would make getting to the fun parts of sex faster. Eh that was a thought for a different moment in time. Right now all she could do was quickly strip off her panties before she resumed her position straddling him as she ground herself against the tent in his boxers. Had the material not been there he would have just slipped right into her tight body. Now it was her turn to get handsy with him as her hands moved to grip at his boxers tugging them down and off of his hips as he was sprung free from the clothed prison. She didn't even care if his boxers never made it past his knees as she teasingly wrapped her right hand around him giving a slow tug as she listened to him groan softly beneath her. Her breathing had already started to pick up. She was nearly panting already and the two had barely done anything, but she couldn’t help it. She really missed the sex. Was it just the sex that she missed? Had to be after all its not like they cuddled and talked about their lives nor were they exactly a secluded thing. Or was she just assuming they were not since Dabi had never been one to even really stick around after they fucked. Once again another thought that she did not want to have at this moment. She would deal with the feelings, fears and doubts after she got some dick.

Shifting her hips gently as she straddled him she lined him up with herself before slowly sinking down onto his throbbing cock. She couldn't help but whine softly at the wonderful stretch as he slowly filled her up. The growl from beneath her told her he had enjoyed it just as much as she was as she slowly moved till she couldn't anymore and her hips met his. Her hands rested against his chest as she leaned forwards ever so slightly as her hips started to move as she started to ride him. His hands tightly gripped at her hips encouraging her to go faster and harder, which she happily obliged him as the sounds of her moans quickly filled the room.

His hips suddenly thrust up sending him deep within her. She cried out at the pleasure as their bodies moved together. Her nails dug into the good skin of his chest before one moved up to grip at his shoulder as if that would somehow offer a new support against the quickly growing knot in her gut. She tried to fight back the all too familiar sensation. She had barely gone a week without sex and yet her body felt the need to betray her so soon as her rhythm started to falter. Her legs threatened to cramp up at the unfamiliar position and the grueling pace that they had both set to going. Whether it was the way her body was tightening and tensing up around him or it was the fact her rhythm was lost but the hands that were gripping her hips pulled her back ever so slightly tightly holding her in place exactly where he wanted her before his hips started to buck off of the bed driving into her at his own pace and tempo. It was all she could do not to crumple under the pleasure as her head rolled back. One hand found his upper thigh now to grip as she leaned backwards and cried out at the wave of pleasure that washed over her as she felt her walls shutter tightly around him.

“Fuck,” Was all she could make out of Dabi’s lips as he rode out her orgasm as he chased his own. Luckily for her he was not far behind as his hips drew wild beneath her before his hand nearly painfully pulled her down onto him as his hips tried to thrust up once again as he buried himself into her with a low moan as he stilled.

With neither body moving she didn't even bother to try and hold herself up any more as she crumpled into his chest nearly purring as she buried her nose into the crock of his neck.

“I missed you,” She said softly as she started to trail little light kisses over the scarred skin even if he couldn't feel them.

“Missed you too,” Was the whispered reply she never would have expected from the man beneath her.

It seemed after returning from her time with Overhaul something had shifted between the two of them. Or maybe it was Dabi who changed? She wasn’t sure but he seemed to be a bit more clingy. He didn’t leave her alone as much as he used to. No more just taking off on her without a word, no if he did have a job to do he let her know about it now. She always seemed to know what he was doing, but in turn he wanted the same thing. Which was a little odd, but she did not mind. It was nice knowing he wanted to know when she had things to do though it was rare. Shigaraki did not usually give her tasks like he did the others. It was all a little odd and yet she could not deny she really did enjoy having him around more and seemingly more like a normal boyfriend.

Though now that thought brought about a new topic her mind would drift off to. Were they actually an item? She could not bring herself to actually ask him. Sure some aspects of what they did reminded her of being in a relationship but neither of them had openly admitted to it. She was not sleeping with anyone else and yet could she say the same for Dabi? At first she assumed she was not the only woman he was fucking just the one that was the easiest to have access to when ever he wanted sex. But now that didn’t seem quite right. Sure the sex was still rough and some times she wondering if they were fighting or fucking but she did not actually want to change that. The aggressive sex was the fun part.

She was sitting back on an old couch eating a melon bread bun that was going to be her lunch for the time being before she heard a cell phone go off. Slowly chewing happily at her bun she glanced over to watch Shigaraki pull the ringing device from his pocket and answer as he kept his pinky from touching the device. She had to bite back the urge to laugh, it always did make her giggle watching the man hold things in his hand with his pinky up in the air. And of course he always threw a glare at her every time he heard her giggle at him but that was all the man child did.

The phone conversation did not really interest her, sure almost no one called Shigaraki but she knew Dabi was off doing something. He had told her what it was but she couldn’t remember any more. It had been some boring job of meeting up with some low unknown hero. A dirty hero was nothing new and she didn't even recognize the name when Dabi had told it to her. It wasn't till the cell phone that Shigaraki had been holding was thrown across the room that she jumped to her feet looking over at Shigaraki having been startled by his sudden outburst as he started to swear. Either the job did not go well with Dabi or that had not been Dabi on the phone.

“What’s going on?” She asked as she watched the man start violently scratching at his neck with both his hands as he started to pace around the room they were in. Cue childish melt down in three, two, one.

“Kurogiri was arrested,” Was all she was able to get out of the man as he now violently scratched at his neck and proceeded to stomp his feet like a child. She stood back a little unsure if approaching him would be a good idea, after all the man had a tendency like most of those in the league to strike out in anger and that could kill her if she was not careful. Still this was not good, who was going to keep Shigaraki in check? Hell she didn’t even know if the man knew how to care for himself without his nanny standing beside him. Eyeing up his neck she watched as scarlet red pearls were starting to roll down his neck and over his collar bone before the shirt he was wearing started to absorb the small bit of blood.

“Shigaraki, please take a breath. Can you sit down? You're bleeding,” She said softly as she stood there watching as those bloodshot eyes quickly looked over at her as she spoke up ready for him to take out his anger on her. And yet he surprised her when she watched him stop his tantrum and actually take a deep breath.

“It itches,” he growled as his dull nails still dug into the soft and scarred skin of his neck.

“I know it does. Will you let me help?“ she asked softly, remembering the last time he had been so reluctant to let her clean and tend to his neck when he scratched the skin raw. Though this time he had been even more violent than last time with his scratching. He had clearly been reluctant to want to let her help and yet this time he nodded his head freely allowing her to tend to him.

“Alright. Sit down please I will get some first aid supplies,” she said softly as she stuffed the rest of her bun into her mouth like a chipmunk and turned to go fetch the small first aid kit she had slowly been trying to put together after Mr. Compress had lost his arm.

Returning quickly to the room she had left Shigaraki in, she found him sitting now where she had been earlier enjoying her little snack. His cell phone was a broken mess on the floor so she paid it no attention as she walked over to knee on the floor beside him.

“Alright I’m going to clean your cuts and then I’ll apply some antibiotic cream. It should also help a little with the itching. But an antihistamine pill would help the most with the itching. Once your cuts are scabbed over I can apply antihistamine cream as well,” she spoke softly as she took a cotton ball and dipped it in some rubbing alcohol before softly pressing it against the open cuts along his neck. Of course he hissed at her. But the two fingers that shot out and tightly gripped her wrist had her pause and look up at him with wide green eyes worried about what he may do.

Why do you care?” He asked simply, his grip not wavering as she took a deep breath.

“I’d say it’s because caring is the healer's job. But I also owe you one. You took Overhaul’s arms getting back at him for the new scar I am now sporting. Take whichever answer you like,” she softly shrugged her shoulders as his fingers finally dropped her wrist leaving her to continue to disinfect his neck. She worked silently as she leaned in close to him making sure everything was well cleaned before then gently applied a bit of cream to help keep his skin from getting infected. After all it was bad enough his skin was dry and cracked on top of being itchy. Gently wrapping some bandages around his neck she wanted to try and keep the cuts clean and prevent him from scratching more holes into his own skin.

“I knew you were one of us,” his voice had her pause mid wrap of the bandage as she looked at him.

“What do you mean?” She asked softly frozen now as she watched those bloodshot eyes turn to look into her emerald ones.

“I saw you in Hosu, when I sent those Nomu out to get Stain. I saw the way you risked your life to help the people. And the way the hero’s treated you. The way you acted around them. You hate hero’s,” he said simply as she struggled to force her hands to start working once again as she quickly finished wrapping the white bandages around his neck. She wouldn’t say she hated hero’s, even now she couldn’t say she hated them as a hole. Sure some are assholes but that could be said about a good chunk of the human population as a whole no matter what they did for work. But Shigaraki made it sound like he had somehow seen some magical side of her. It felt more like the man had been wearing rose coloured glasses at the time.

“You’re giving me too much credit. I do not hate hero’s as a whole,” she said simply as she finished and slowly stood up.

“But you do hate hero society?” This was a dangerous question and she knew it. She had to be careful how she answered it.

“Yes of course. Hero society is greatly flawed and yet no one seems to care. There will never be change if things carry on how they have been,” she said simply. Which oddly didn’t feel like a lie. She did believe hero society needs some real change but no one seemed to want to change things. And of course that seemed to be the answer he had wanted to hear as she watched his cracked lips curl up into a wide grin.

“I knew I was right to choose you. Kurogiri had been skeptical, but Master agreed with me,” he continued his little rant about how the master always backs him. Just the thought of that man sent a shiver down her back. She had met him for that brief moment back in Kamino. But that was more than enough to have her set on edge at the mere mention of the man. Rin was still careful about what she said to the man before her. He was unstable at best and now with his buffer gone there was no one around to keep him from doing anything to stupid.

“There we go, you should be fine now. I will check on your wounds later. If you are hungry I can have Toga or Twice get you something,” she said simply as she turned her attention to cleaning up her supplies. Rin was all too aware that someone needed to take over Kurogiri’s roll in Shigaraki’s life.

“I am hungry,” Shigaraki mumbled as he watched the woman clean up her supplies.

“Alright. I’m still a bit hungry as well. So I will get us something to eat,” she said as she gathered up her stuff to put away her supplies. She didn’t want to leave Shigaraki alone for long.

As soon as she slipped out of the old warehouse she was not alone. Toga was always silent, some days Rin wondered if the girl was part ninja or something. But as the small blonde fell into step with her she finally glanced over at her.

“What do you need Toga?” She asked the girl even as the blonde gave out a light giggle.

“Oh Rin you're so mean. Can’t a friend just tag along?” Toga said as a wide toothy grin pulled at the blonde's lips.

“Sure a friend can. But usually you're only willing to take along to get groceries when it’s something interesting to you,” Rin completely called out the blonde knowing she always pouted when it was her turn to get stuff for the group.

“Awe you know me so well Rin. I’m simply curious, you seem incredibly friendly with Shigaraki,” of course the blonde burst out in insane giggles.

“What are you getting at Toga?” She asked as the two women walked side by side down the street as Rin tried to decide where she wanted to go get food for Shigaraki.

“I just don’t think Dabi would appreciate you sleeping with him and Shigaraki is all I’m trying to get at,” the blonde says boldly. Which had caught Rin off guard she nearly tripped over her own feet as her face grew warm at the girls assumption.

“I am not sleeping with Shigaraki,” Rin nearly shrieks.

“Really? You seem pretty chummy with him,” the blonde said as she grins widely.

“And you seem to forget that the man had me kidnapped. I am simply keeping him happy so I can keep on living. If you have not heard yet Kurogiri has been arrested which means that someone has to now be his nanny. I don’t see you or Twice taking up the job,” Rin growled softly under her breath at the blonde not wanting to draw too much attention to them.

“Also I did not think I had to say anything but who I sleep with should not matter to you or Twice. Keep your gossiping to yourself. You two idiots can keep your imagination to yourself. And for your information I do not belong to Dabi so I do not care if I was sleeping with Shigaraki if it would bother him,” she growled softly before trying to take a deep breath before they slipped into a little convene store. Leaving the stealing to Toga, Rin moved to grab herself and Shigaraki some drinks before she walked over and paid for the drinks while Toga was given the chance to sneak out with her uniform stuffed full of food and snacks. It was easier to steal food with some help, at least Toga was nice for that help.

Even though they parted ways to steal some food Rin knew it would not take long before Toga would find and catch up with her. And it was true, she was barely two blocks away before her little shadow was once again beside her.

“Do you know what Dabi did when he found out you had left to go to that yakuza hideout?” Toga asked, apparently refusing to just drop the subject.

“No, I do not know what he did. And it doesn’t matter. If Dabi wanted me all for himself all he has to do is say so,” Rin said simply as she slowly started to make her way back to the warehouse they were currently calling home.

“Well he was very upset. Shigaraki and Kurogiri had told him to sit and wait for you to come back. Instead he went out and killed a bunch of people. Which had pissed off Shigaraki cause the cops were hunting for the murder who burnt a bunch of people to a crisp. I guess any time he came across someone while he was out sulking he just burnt them up. He wouldn’t answer his phone either when we tried to call him. He was just completely being a child. It was pretty funny watching Shigaraki bitch about Dabi doing things he does all the time,” Toga said with a light giggle as she handed Rin her share and Shigaraki’s from the food she had stolen.

“That’s not very surprising. Dabi does just whatever he wants. Him throwing a tantrum like that does not surprise me,” Rin said simply with a shrug of her shoulders. It really was not that surprising to hear that Dabi had thrown a tantrum.

“Did you know he didn’t come back till he found out you were safe and okay?” Toga asked as she started to fiddle and play with one of the many knives she kept hidden on her person.

“I’m sure he just blew off some steam and had returned once he was done with his temper tantrum. That’s something he does all the time,” Rin pointed out as she eyes up the knife in the blonde's hand not trusting that it wouldn’t suddenly fly towards her.

“You’re not completely wrong. He was blowing off steam which is something he does all the time. But he was clearly worried about you and that was his way of voicing it. Dabi is an odd one. But that was his way of showing of his feelings,” Rin had to bite back the urge to tell the blonde that it was a bit hypocritical of her to call Dabi odd when she too is odd. The entire little gang was full of odd people, even herself was now falling into that category now it seemed.

“It seems you have been paying a lot of attention to Dabi,” Rin said, wanting to try and change the subject even just a little bit. She already felt she knew where this conversation had gone and had no desire to continue the original conversation.

“Well yeah. Dabi is important to me. Just like you and Shiggy are,” well that was almost cute if Rin wasn’t scared the blonde would still stab her any chance she got.

“Hey Toga when we get back. Will you help me with some training? I’ve gotten pretty rusty and could use some help getting my body back into a fighting shape,” maybe asking the mass murdering blood sucking child for help was not the smartest idea. But at least it felt like the blonde wouldn’t completely kill her on purpose.

“Okay!” Yeah that agreement was a little more energetic than it needed to be as the blonde bounced around.

“No vital spots though, so no attacking arteries or important organs,” she had hoped that was a no-brainer but still felt better safe than sorry to remind the blonde to be careful.

Next Chapter

[manifold-updates]

Jack is in The Creator Clash’s Instagram post!

[VIDEO ID]

A video made by Creator Clash, it is showing off their competitors in a series of random clips from said competitors. The video starts with a title screen with the words ‘Creator Clash 2’ on it in all capitals.

Narrator: Creator Clash 2 is approaching rapidly, let’s see who we’re looking at this time. Jack Manifold vs. Dakota Olave.

What follows is a series of clips from Jack’s vlogs and streams, there is a little chart of information about Jack, it reads ‘Jack Manifold, 20, 5’9, 135lbs, Leo’.

Jack: Today I took- today we become- today we are- today I decided- today I have hired- today I am- today I’ve hired-

TommyInnit: Today we are pranking-

Jack: Today we’ve hired an entire gym, yeah the goal today is to get big and strong, now please press the- ask me why-

The song ‘Mine’ by Bezzi starts playing as clips from a thirsttrap of Jack wearing a wig plays.

Jack: Funnily enough, my brother used to box and he always tried to get me into it. I mean, I went from doing basically no exercise whatsoever, to- to doing like a four days a week in the gym. I- I’ve really put my all into it for the past six months. The main thing I realised is how fit you have to be, and how fit you can get relatively quickly.

Clips from Dakota Olave’s vlogs start playing next, it is mainly skateboarding clips, and another little chart of information about Dakota appears, it reads ‘Dakota Olave, 27, 5’9, 135lbs, Scorpio’.

Person #1: Oh my god, is that Ninja?

Dakota: Grab it.

‘Attack’ by KERIMKAAN plays at the clips play.

Boxer: He is such a quick learner, the quickest learner-

Person #2: Yeah?

Dakota: I did my first boxing match last year and I told myself I wouldn’t do it again. When they mentioned boxing for helping people, I thought I’ll go back, like let’s go. I do have one fight under my belt, so I have a little bit of experience in that area, but I’ve seen some of his videos so, I think this is gonna be a good match.

Narrator: Who do you think is gonna take the most damage on this fight?

The ending screen reads ‘Creator Clash 2, April 15th, thecreatorclash.com’.

[END ID]

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Mod: So I found out that Bi-Han and Ermac exist so that gave me an idea for their child. Her name is Nu Ying, the goddess of the Xiang River. Pretty interesting. Anyways, this does has Mpreg in it so if your uncomfortable with it, don’t read!

Bi Han held his newborn daughter in his arms, he was in a mess right now. Sweat was all over his body, his pants and boxers were soaked in blood and water, and he was panting heavily. Bi Han was sent on a mission while pregnant, which caused an early labor, but he didn’t know what to do with her, he didn’t want the elders to find out about her so he’ll hide her.

Bi Han was captured by a overworld weapon name Ermac. Ermac has so many spirits in him, which was crazy to say at the least. Apparently Ermac read about the Lin Kuei and took a liking to Bi Han aka Sub Zero. Bi Han heard about him and took a liken to him as well. Ermac kidnapped him but that led to Sub Zero sneaking out at night to meet with Ermac. Eventually, the two ended up having sex, unprotected, which lead to Bi Han getting pregnant. Kuai Liang was the first to find out, next was Smoke, Cyrax, and last was Sektor. Of course they didn’t tell the elders at all about sub zero getting pregnant.

Bi Han sighed as he looked at his daughter suckling on his nipples, drinking milk. He had two choices. One he could give her to someone else or two he could take her on missions and have her be inside his ninja uniform while he does his job for the Lin Kuei. “I’ll name you Nu Ying, it definitely suits you.” Bi Han said with a smile under his mask. He just hopes he doesn’t come across Ermac.

Kuai was allowed to be on a mission with his brother. Bi Han went on a different way then his brother, while running, he felt something in his chest, he made sure no one was around before opening his uniform, only to see Nu Ying suckling on him. “Your hungry aren’t you?” He asked as Nu Ying stopped and looked up at him with her blue eye, her white eye being covered by a bandage. Bi Han heard footsteps before closing his robe. Nu Ying didn’t know why she has to hide. Bi Han grabbed his scythes. “Bi Han.” A voice called to him, Bi Han went wide eyed, turning around before noticing who was infront of him, Ermac. “We had no clue where you were, so we looked around until we saw an ice trail.” Ermac said as Bi Han cursed underneath his breath. “Where we’re you?” Ermac asked, Bi Han sighed. “I was..busy one missions.” Bi Han said, he knew that was a lie. “Missions? We didn’t see you at your missions.” Bi Han stood there as Ermac used his power on Bi Han. “Mama?” Came a little voice, making Ermac stop while Bi Han cursed to himself. Ermac looked at him, “who said Mama?” Bi Han sighed, “alright, I guess it’s time to take off the bandaid.” Bi Han said as he undid his uniform, Nu Ying popped her head out, looking at him. “Mama!” She said making Bi Han chuckle as he pet her head. “Who’s child is this?!” Ermac yelled, starling Nu Ying, a green glow appeared on a rock before it was thrown to Ermac. Bi Han gasped and ran to Ermac, “look the reason I was gone was because I was pregnant with your daughter.” Bi Han said as Ermac looked at him with a shock expression. “We have a daughter?” Ermac asked as Bi Han nodded, helping his daughter out of his uniform, holding her, he took his mask down. “I named her Nu Ying, she’s like you and me, she has our powers.” Bi Han explained as Ermac held his hand out, see Nu Ying grabbing it with her tiny hands. Ermac smiled as he kissed Bi Han. “We want to be there for her.” Ermac said as Bi Han smiled, holding Nu Ying. The three sat together, talking while Nu Ying fell asleep on Bi Han.

[effeminateboyninja]

I love the way you write 💕

Could you try writing something NSFW about having Kakashi as your neighbor? Thanks a lot!! For all your works ❤️

aw thanks so much sweetie! 💚

The ninja next door

(Kakashi x afab!reader) NSFW // 1.4k words

cws: no plot, just horny 🤷🏻‍♀️ unprotected sex

// 18+ minors dni! //

When you moved into your building a few months ago it was a last-ditch effort to leave behind your old roommate, who by all accounts was a miserable person to live with. The apartment was cheap, it was close to work, and most importantly it was a one bedroom where you could finally have your own space. Something that you’d come to appreciate much more since living with your old housemate.

The fact that your neighbour across the hall was probably the best looking man you ever laid eyes on was just a bonus. And the way he was currently running his strong hands over your body, pulling you tight against his own chiseled form as he kissed you… well you weren’t sure what to call that yet, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

When you’d knocked on the handsome ninja’s door a half hour ago you were only looking for some help moving in your new furniture, not a one night stand. Sure, maybe you turned up the heat a little so he would take off his shirt to reveal his impressive chest and arms, lithe but toned and artfully sculpted from years of training. And maybe you didn’t try very hard to hide the way your eyes ran hungrily over the way his muscles rippled as he pushed your new couch across the small space of your living room, a feat you definitely could have achieved yourself — but you’d assumed a situation like this was one that would stay confined to self-indulgent daydreams. Evidently though, the busy shinobi was as sexually frustrated as you were and all it took was a lip bite paired with a suggestive observation that he looked awfully tired, maybe he should “take a break” and the two of you were on each other in an instant. All tongues and wandering hands, both of your clothes frantically discarded on the floor as he pushed you back against the wall.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” his voice is husky against your neck, the hot breath of his words sending shivers down your spine and you throw your head back, giving him full access to access to continue kissing and licking sensually at the sensitive skin.

Head swimming with pleasure, the words left your lips of their own accord, “What took you so long?”

He let out a breathy chuckle, his hands never ceasing their exploration of your waist, hips, anything he could grab hold of as he guided you to the center of the room, “Well, you can’t exactly tell the girl next door you want to fuck her brains out just passing by in the elevator can you?”

“It would have worked,” you admitted as you pushed him down on the newly placed couch and he smirked. God he looked so good when he smirked. You knew he had to be hiding something worthwhile under that mask, but seeing him now without it — he was stunning.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” he noted.

You returned his sly smirk and took one last look at his uncovered face, doing your best to memorize the sharp curve of his jaw, the thin line of his soft lips accented by that adorable mole before leaning back in for another heated kiss.

He reciprocated it with passion, gripping both of your hips to guide you across the bulge growing in his boxers and soaking your underwear in the process. Without warning he lifted you off his lap and flipped you underneath him so that you were propped back on the arm of the couch. He traced a slender finger over your clothed heat, eliciting a soft moan from your parted lips. The corner of his lip turned up at your reaction and he slipped the last piece of pesky fabric between him and your waiting core over your ankles, peppering warm kisses down your legs as he went. He made his way back up painfully slowly, his dark eyes never leaving yours as his fingers traced feather light lines over your thighs.

“Stop teasing,” you pleaded, and he laughed lowly, the feeling of his breath against your skin doing wonderful things for the desire that was pooling between your legs.

“Sorry, just trying to savour the moment.”

Then he brushed his thumb over your clit before leaning down to lap at your wet folds eagerly. One hand found its way to knead at your breast, tweaking the nipple gently as he continued his ministrations, pulling soft gasps from within your chest. Your back arched against the arm of the sofa, body responding of its own volition to the intense pleasure that was coursing through it and he took the opportunity to push your legs open wider.

“You look so pretty like this,” he muttered, eyes trained on your exposed cunt, “I knew you would.”

He slid a finger inside your entrance, quickly following it with a second when you cried out at the sensation. His long digits pumped in and out of you, he tongue returning to flick quick circles over your throbbing bud as the coil in your abdomen tightened. Fingers tangled in his silver tresses, you grinded against his face, inhibitions lost to the electricity coursing through your veins and before you knew it your were coming undone, his name on your lips as your orgasm washed over you.

“I like the way you say that,” he said, voice gravelly as he crawled up to position his hips between your own.

You grasped either side of his face, pulling him down to capture his lips in your own, the taste of yourself still on his tongue.

“Fuck me… Kakashi.”

He groaned and kissed you once more, biting your lip as he pulled away and pulled down his boxers allowing his erection to spring forth. You took in the sight greedily. God, even his cock was gorgeous, you thought. Then with a quick thrust he bottomed out inside of you.

“Ah- you’re so tight,” he hissed, and you whimpered in response, lost in the feeling of being completely filled by him.

He started to rock his hips slowly at first, his length pulling against your walls deliciously. But soon it wasn’t enough.

“Please,” you begged, “more.”

That was all it took for him to turn from gentle and intimate to something wild, his eyes lighting up. “You want more?” He slid a strong arm under the small of you back, pulling you up and thrusting forward hard. “Want me to fuck this pretty pussy ‘till you scream?”

“Yes! Kakashi, please!”

With a low growl he pulled you up so that you were supported only by his grip on your waist and began bucking into you with a new determination, each thrust of his hips meeting yours with a muffled *smack*. The sounds of your moans mingle together in the otherwise silent room, but the way he feels — the intensity of his cock spearing into you contrasted by the feeling of his soft lips on your neck, you don’t care about the thin walls of the apartment and whether the neighbours can hear, all that matters is the pleasure.

Your toes curled and your grip on his shoulders tightened nails digging into pale skin as your body began to tingle.

“I’m close,” you gasp.

“You gonna come for me?” he groaned, savouring the sweet sound of your voice. “Come on baby, cum all over this cock.”

With a final thrust, he bottomed out inside of you once more and euphoria crashed over you, limbs shaking from the intensity. He felt your walls tighten around him and followed you into your bliss, a soft moan falling from his lips that you were sure was your new favourite sound.

He pulled out with a hiss and collapsed on top of you, toned chest heaving as the two of you recovered from your orgasms. You ran your fingers through his now damp silver hair and he looked up at you with a grin.

“You should’ve asked me to move your furniture a long time ago,” he said.

You returned his coy smile and shrugged, “I was thinking I needed a new desk for myself, maybe you can help me out?”

He craned his neck up to place a soft kiss on your lips and chuckled, “It would be my pleasure.”

[saudade-mayari]

Hi! Can I please request a kakashi x reader nsfw? :) could you do the reader riding him and edging him? Thank you! ❣️

Your Hokage

» PART II

Kakashi x Fem! Reader

warnings: 18+ content, icha icha, oral sex, fingering and slight sub/dom, minors dni

The intricate designs of the cranes and hanafuda patterns of your black fitted kimono was wrapped around your body. You are impatiently sitting at the small sofa near his hokage table and he is actually quite busy on stomping the paperworks that doesn’t seem to decrease in numbers.

Kakashi’s brow is completely furrowing, you chuckled on the scene. The once famed Copy Cat Ninja is actually drowning on paperworks.

You decided to stand up and hug him from behind. You finally got his attention and somehow, his eyes glittered. You kissed his cheek, feeling the fabric of his mask. “You should rest. It’s lunch time, even Shikamaru took a break. The Hokage should too.” You sweetly said but he sighed.

“There’s still a lot of them.” He answered which made your forehead crease. You bought him some bento box and he didn’t even glanced on it, you also noticed that the first bento he has was not even opened. It’s not like you never understood him but he should take care of his well-being too.

“Honey. Your job as a hokage is to be healthy too. What if someone attacks the village and your stomach is growling huh?”

He didn’t answer. Still drowning himself to that stupid paperworks, his fingerless gloves carefully flipped the papers and you crossed your legs. You suddenly missed him. He is not home for such a long time and if he does, it’s either he sleeps or he only gets few of his clothes.

Kakashi gasped in surprise when your hand snaked to his green book. Icha Icha tactics. He followed your hand with an envy as you walked in front of his table. You are lazily holding one of his old books and as you sat on his table, you crossed your legs and put the edge of his book near your lips alongside the messy strands of hair that had fell over your face. He got distracted.

“What are you doing?”

You smirked. “Don’t mind me, I’m going to read.” He tried to nod in response but Kakashi’s peripherals have been eyeing your thighs.

“It’s bigger than I thought oh Junko.... The chair squeaked..” You slowly read the lines from his book, it’s his favorite chapter. Page 31 and his attention is totally yours now. Kakashi leaned back and crossed his arms. He kept watching you as you read the sentences out loud. You looked hot in it, with the short and tight kimono you are wearing it’s just impossible for Kakashi not to get distracted.

“y/n.” He warned. You never listened and even made moaning sounds while you continuously read the book.

To your surprise he is already in front of you. You smirked and finally decided to close the book. “The Hokage is bringing this kind of book inside his office, filthy.” You commented. Kakashi pulled you close and he opened your legs, forcefully.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Your hand snaked to his Hokage flak jacket. He had no idea how hot he looks on it. The other hand snaked its way down to his aching erection, it made you more wet. Damn, he is so huge.

“Don’t act like you aren’t even prepared for this.”

Kakashi claimed your lips, his mask totally pulled down and you felt his erection on your thighs that made you moan. “Kakashi oh spirits...”

His hands slowly pulling up your dress but you stopped him. Pushing him slowly to his chair.

“I’m in charge here, Kashi.” With the help of his large hands, you pulled down his trousers and boxers. His large cock sprang up and it made you bit your lip.

How you missed that cock filling inside you all night.

You took off your kimono’s obi and you slowly pulled down your laced panties. Kakashi painfully watched you. You wanted him just as how he wanted you.

You licked his balls as you stroke his cock up and down. Kakashi leaned back, his eyes closing in pure pleasure as you dominate his cock with only of your bare hands.

“It’s much better if someone does it for you... Isn’t that right Lord Hokage..” You provoked him, he hated honorifics.

“Oh shit.. y/n..” He tried to muster his words but your mouth entered his cock. He held your hair as you thrust deeper. “You take my cock so well, y/n..”

You didn’t respond, still thrusting deeper to his hardened member and still massaging his balls before you finally withdraw. You gave a one final lick on his cock’s heated skin while letting your saliva slip down past your lips.

His lust filled eyes watched you in annoyance. Kakashi’s at his peak and you just interrupted with it. You finally stood up and sat on top of him.

It sent shivers to your spine. Your bare cunt touching the skin of his hardened member made you more wet. With Kakashi’s anticipation that you’re finally going to enter his member you decided to grind on him.

Your hips dancing along with his cock and your hands held his shoulders. “Oh fuck Kakashi.”

“y/n.. oh I need you inside me.”

You ignored his words and added more pressure to the way you grind to him. You are keeping him at his edge. Kakashi held your hips, trying to enter his cock to your wet folds.

“You are enjoying this aren’t you?” He said with much struggle. You smirked. Once again kissing his lips as you yanked off his hands from your hips, You slowly entered his cock without difficulty. “Oh honey.. fuck I missed you.” You moaned

He tried to touch your breast as you grind hard on his top but you tugged it away.

“I am in control here, Kashi. Keep your hands off me.” You warned but he bit your lower lip.

“I am your Hokage.” He retorted back with much difficulty. You pushed your tight cunt in and out of his cock as you pegged him down his chair.

“The hokage abusing his power for making love? Filthy.” Kakashi couldn’t muster the right words and all he ever did was to sing praises on how you ride on his cock.

He loved this and you are sure he missed it.

You felt the familiar constriction of your legs and your wet folds slowly tightening. “Kashi I’m close ohhh!!”

“Yes baby, cum inside your Hokage.” He moaned back. Juices from your wet cunt started dripping, it felt so satisfying to come this fast. Soon enough you felt Kakashi holding you tight, he is close and you decided to withdraw your cunt off his cock.

“What the hell y/n?”

You sat in his table. “Don’t touch yourself Kakashi. Just watch me.”

You spread your legs wide open and rubbed your clit in circular motion while your other hand massaged your breast.

Not being able to touch and cum inside you made him watch in pain, keeping him at edge as more of your juices drip down his hokage table.

“I need you back inside me y/n.”

You didn’t listen, you kept rubbing your clit until more of your cum dripped down. It’s making him insane as you kept moaning and screaming his name. You glanced at your silver haired hokage and licked the sweet juices that came out of your cunt. You satisfied yourself but Kakashi didn’t even get to release from his precious cock.

You closed your kimono, not even bothering to wear back your undies. You recklessly put your laced panties on his hokage table.

You kissed his lips but he didn’t respond to it. You smirked. He is mad.

“Bad boys don’t get to cum in my tight cunt and that bad boy is my hokage. Lunch time is over, I’m heading back home.”

Out of frustration, Kakashi cleaned up and finally decided to pull back his trousers, not saying a single word as he escort you to the door and before unlocking it he cornered you in his arms. He licked your jaw up to your earlobe and he bit it hard.

“Your hokage is going to make sure you pay for this y/n.”

[bitch-for-bo]

Aone Takanobu is the best thing to ever happen to you (chubby reader)

All of my works are also available on AO3, under the name idkyo. I write Haikyuu x chubby reader nsfw for chubby simps like myself. If you have any other fics or head-cannons that you’d like to see between a character and chubby reader, lmk!

ENJOY!!!

Also, ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY

“Taka” you breathed out, feeling his hands snake around your waist as he crawled in the bed to join you. You must’ve been sleeping when he came in the door. In fact, you hadn’t even heard him take a shower or change out of his work clothes. The only reason you knew he had was the clean smell of soap wafting into your nose as he spooned his body around yours. It didn’t surprise you that you hadn’t heard him come in or change his clothes though, ever since you’d met him he’d been more on the quiet side. Not only personality wise though, you swore that he was some sort of ninja sometimes, being able to sneak up on you as you made dinner or as the two of you grocery shopped. It was crazy how such a big guy like Takanobu was quiet as a mouse.

“My love.” He sighed, his low voice barely audible as he let out a content hum, his head burying itself in your neck.

You blushed at the pet name, the only name that Taka ever addressed you as. In fact, you could barely remember the last time that he’d used your real name when speaking to you. The name never failed to fill you with warmth and love. Even when he made love to you, there were no ‘baby’s or ‘princess’s, there was only ‘my love’ and something about the consistency of the use of the endearment made you lose it each time without fail.

There was just something so comforting about Takanobu Aone. Of course, you had already known that seeing as you had been dating him for almost 4 years now. He had been comforting when you first met him, and over the last four years, nothing had changed. If anything, Taka’s presence had become even more comforting as he had grown comfortable around you.

You vividly remembered the first day that you had met him, you were the assigned architect to the site that he was working on. You had shown up, dressed in casual office clothes, a flattering pair of high waisted jeans, with an emerald green button-down blouse. Apparently, you had caught Taka’s eye that first day, and according to him, he had fallen in love with you right in that spot.

You suppose that was the first day that Takanobu utilized his ninja skills against you because you could only remember meeting him and seeing him once, but he swore that he had lingered by you all day, unable to focus fully on his work as you commanded attention around the site.

It took Taka weeks to work up the nerve to ask you out, the only reason he finally did was that his friends had seen how hopelessly infatuated with you he was and tricked him into believing that you would be leaving the project. In a panic, he stayed late at the site just to catch you at the door to ask you to go on a walk with him in the park that Sunday.

You accepted, surprising him. You had no clue why he was surprised, he was incredibly handsome and not to mention strong and polite. When you asked him about his surprised expression, he explained that people were usually afraid of him and he was a bit surprised when you accepted his offer without so much as a look of hesitation.

That Sunday, he met you at a local park and surprised you with a large picnic. He even brought you a small plush teddy bear that he’d seen in the window of a shop on his way to the park. As soon as the blush had danced over his face as his large hands held out the small toy for you to accept, you knew that your heart was his.

The rest was history, every day since then Taka had continuously proved to you that he was the best thing to ever happen to you. You remembered the first time that he hugged you, wrapping his strong arms around you as if you were the most delicate thing on the earth. You only laughed and insisted that he could hold you tighter, that you weren’t a small woman, that you wouldn’t break. Since then, Aone had never held back when holding you. Always holding you close, always whispering to you how much he loved you and your soft form.

Before Taka, you had always been slightly self-conscious about your body. Unsatisfied with the way that your thighs shook and how you didn’t possess a flat stomach or smooth back. But Takanobu insisted that he loved you even more because of your size and never failed to make you believe that you were beautiful. He would massage your thighs as you cuddled, telling you how soft they were and how lucky he was that they belonged to only him. He would buy you the raciest lingerie and stubbornly insist that you wore it for him as the two of you cooked dinner together before he took you back to your bedroom and made love to you.

Despite you having told Taka more than 100 times that he didn’t have to be so cautious with you seeing as you were taller and fuller than most women, he never ceased to be anything but soft with you in bed. Always asking you what felt good, asking you what you wanted him to do to you. He was always gentle as he took you, that being said, even with him being gentle all the time. The man was so big that ‘gentle’ still possessed enough power to completely wreck you inside and out.

“How was your day?” You asked, turning around in his arms to look into his eyes. He stared at you like you were his world, brushing the hair out of your face as he hummed out an ‘it was good’

“I missed you,” He said, tightening his arms around your waist and pulling your body flush with his as he placed gentle kisses in the crook of your neck.

“Taka.” You moaned quietly, feeling the unmistakable outline of his dick on your thigh. You weren’t gonna lie. You wanted him too. It had been a long stressful day at work for you and as soon as you had gotten home you’d wanted nothing more than to be filled and fucked by your boyfriend. Unfortunately, Takanobu had been working late, stuck at the construction site which was at least 1 hour away from your apartment. So you were forced to make dinner and eat it alone, making sure to leave plenty for your boyfriend, who would without a doubt, be starving after a long day of physical labor.

“Yes, my love?” He asked, his lips never leaving your skin as he slowly kissed from your neck down to your collarbone, sucking softly on the area as your body arched up into his. His hands were still wrapped around your waist, trapping you against his large body. The only thing you could do was loop one of your arms around Taka’s broad shoulders and the other around the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“Fuck me please…” you moaned. Your heart clenched as you felt his smile against your neck, his hands shifting from their position on your waist, down to caress your hips. Taka said nothing as he obediently began to undress, undoing the clothes that he had just put on after his shower. After undressing he leaned back down, finally connecting his lips with yours.

You sighed happily into the kiss, your heart filled at the light touch of his slightly chapped lips against yours. He took his time with it, teasing you as his touch dipped in and out of your mouth, never long enough for you to take control as it danced across yours. Not that you could maintain control when you got it, physically, Taka was always the one in control. He wanted you to always feel protected and dominating you in the bedroom was one of his ways of expressing that. Not that you minded, you knew that you were truly the one in control, he was at your service, doing any and everything to please you.

“Taka…” you whined, pressing your hips up against his, eliciting a deep groan from his chest. His hands rubbed against your sides as they made their way down to the hem of your shirt. You had put on one of Taka’s t-shirts, knowing that it made him happy to see you in his clothes.

You felt Taka’s hand slip under the hem of the shirt, stilling as he realized that you weren’t wearing panties. Another low groan vibrated through his chest as he looked up at you with curiosity in his eyes.

“I wanted to be ready for you,” you whispered, barely able to hold in a giggle at the expression of surprise on Taka’s face. He nodded. His eyes left yours, dragging down your figure leaving you feeling hot as they carved a trail from your breasts to your naval.

“I see.” He murmured, his long fingers slaying across the expanse of your upper thighs. His face was level with your pussy and you could feel his hot breath brushing across the exposed flesh, making your head spin. After four years, you still have no clue how the simplest things he did still drove you crazier than a teen on prom night.

Without another word, his mouth attached itself to your clit. You cried out at the feeling of his tongue flicking out across the sensitive bud as his tongue began to slowly dip in and out of you.

“Fuck!” You moaned, your hands gripping the bedsheets beside you as your boyfriend ate you out, passionate and soft at the same time. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter at his touch.

What Taka didn’t know, was that you had already tried to touch yourself earlier that night. You had managed to get yourself off, but it had still left you very unsatisfied. No orgasm that you gave yourself could ever compare with one given to you by Takanobu. That being said, your body was still warm and since you had already climaxed once that night, you could feel your next one approaching faster than usual.

“Taka… give me your cock please.” You begged, your hands coming down to wrap around his biceps, attempting (and failing) to drag his body up yours so that you could kiss him.

Taka obeyed, crawling up your lips and capturing them with his own. You could taste yourself on him, turning you on even more. You reached down to slip your hand into his boxers, pulling away from his kiss to moan at the sheer size of his cock in your hand. He groaned as your wrist quickly twisted around the hot flesh. He could feel the impatience in your movements and even though he usually enjoyed taking his time with you, bringing you to climax slowly as you cried his name and begged for him to let you come, tonight he was so eager himself, he couldn’t find it within himself to take it slow.

“Are you ready my love?” He asked, not even bothering to take his boxers off, he wanted to fuck you so badly that he merely slipped his thick cock through the slot in the front. He knew that he’d have to change his boxers after seeing as they were already drenched with your juices, despite only being pressed up against your pussy for seconds, but he didn’t care. You and your pleasure were the only things on his mind.

You nodded desperately, your bottom lip clenched between your teeth as your stomach knotted in anticipation.

Taka guided his cock to your core, grunting as the swollen head slipped through the ridiculous amount of slick covering the folds of your heat. He began to press himself into you, having to close his eyes and still himself every other second to keep in control as you adjusted to the sheer size of his cock.

“Fuuuck Taka…” you whined, your voice high and dripping pathetically with arousal, “I love your cock so much….. so fucking big.”

After another few seconds, Taka was fully in you. The tip of his cock was dangerously close to your cervix and your walls were deliciously stretched around his length. He slowly began to rock in and out, his hands never easing their grip on your thighs as small grunts escaped his lips.

You could feel yourself already shaking with pleasure. Your mind was completely blank, the only thing you could focus on was how badly you wanted him to pound into you, make you his.

As if Takanobu could hear your thoughts, his thrusts began to pick up in speed. His weight shifting on the bed to gain more leveraging in holding your thighs open for himself.

“Faster Taka!” You cried, feeling his hot cock stretch and drag inside of your dripping cunt. You could feel your end approaching much faster than expected, and you wanted to make sure that Taka was just as taken care of as you were.

Taka’s hips quickened further, snapping with quick shallow thrusts that left you gasping for breath.

The room was filled with your moans mixed with Taka’s grunts. Your mouth couldn’t even form words. Were as usual you’d be telling him how good he felt inside you, how big he was, now you couldn’t even form a sentence. All that was coming out of your mouth was unintelligible babbling, begging him to fuck you harder.

“Fuuuck!” you squeaked, your hips jumping and your back arching off of the bed as the head of Taka’s cock hit directly into your g-spot. Takanobu just grunted and drove his thrusts harder into that spot, making you see stars as his cock pounded in you at an unrelenting pace.

“I’m close Taka.” You gasped, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes as his fingers danced across your clit, rubbing small circles around it as his dick continued its merciless onslaught on your insides.

Taka’s lips wrapped around your left nipple, massaging the bud with his tongue. You were almost falling off of the cliff, there was only one thing missing….

“Come for me, my Love” Taka whispered, pushing you off into an intense orgasm.

“Taka!” You cried, your body beginning to shake as your climax took over your whole body, causing your pussy to clench around Taka’s cock that was still pounding into you.

“Y/N…..” Taka groaned, his dick beginning to spasm and twitch inside of you, spilling his hot seed into you. Your pussy milked him as you both rode out your highs, your lips locked as your bodies slowly came back down. As you both calmed down, Taka pulled out of you, a blush gracing his face at the wet ‘pop’. You giggled at him, moaning and keening at the feeling of his hot cum dripping down your thighs.

Without a word, he climbed out of the bed. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom to care for you.

You took turns cleaning each other off. Giving Takanobu kisses on his blushing cheeks as you cleaned him and giggling as he kissed yours when he cleaned you. After you were both in fresh clothes with you wrapped up in his arms, you looked up at him.

“I love you Takanobu.” You hummed, your chin resting contently on his strong chest. He smiled back down at you, his large fingers tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He didn’t say it back, but you knew from the way that he held you, that he loved you. You could feel every ounce of love he poured into you as he carried you back to your shared bed. He wrapped his body around yours again, his head resting on your chest as he hugged your body tightly. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your fingers unconsciously running through his short blonde hair. Before long you could feel his breathing steady, and you knew that he had fallen asleep. You closed your eyes as well, welcoming the thought of rest as you laid with Taka. As you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but thank the universe that you had met Taka.

He really was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

[kakaxhi]

Kakashi Hatake | Finally

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader Warnings: language, mentions smut Word Count: 1.6k A/N: sorry this took a little longer then usual, I struggled a tiny bit. Also, I'm sorry this isn't a full smut fic, (I'm not the best as writing that) but it gets the point across. (headcanons changed to fic with requester's permission)

You could feel his eyes on you again.

You chalked it up to him watching over you on this mission, but had an inkling of a feeling it was something more. There were plenty of times where you caught him staring, and he catching you. You couldn't help yourself, your feelings growing for the Copy Ninja with each passing day.

And now, here you were at the end of a long mission getting to spend every moment with him. Normally, you wouldn't mind spending so much time with him, but your feelings for the man made focusing on the mission difficult. You would've gotten severely hurt if Kakashi hadn't stepped in at the last second.

"Thank you, for saving me back there I mean."

"You got distracted during an A-rank mission. Don't let it happen again."

He kept walking, leaving you standing there dumbfounded. He's never used that tone with toy before. Shaking off the thoughts, you ran to catch up with him, only to keep your distance as he was still slightly pissed.

You finally reached the gates of Konoha. You ended up turning in the report, letting Kakashi go home and cool off. You stepped into the Hokage's office, bowing slightly before turning in your paperwork.

"I'm surprised Kakashi is not with you."

"I told him to go home, we ran into some trouble but things ended up going well thanks to him. If that'll be all, I have to get some things done."

With nothing else needed, you left with a respectful bow and made your way to Kakashi's home. Your knuckled rapped on the door quickly; only waiting a few minutes before he opened the door. His forehead protector was off, and even after knowing him all this time, seeing the Sharingan was a little intimidating.

"You wear that mask in the shower too?"

His expression hardened, "No. Why are you here, [Y/N]?"

"I just came to apologize. Can I come in?"

He sighed, stepping aside to let you inside. He shut the door behind you, watching you as if waiting for you to speak up.

"You want to tell me what got you so distracted you almost screwed up the mission? That's not like you."

"Well, it's not really something I want to tell you, 'Kashi."

He rolled his eyes at the nickname, but the pink on his cheeks gave away his true emotions.

"You have lost nickname privileges until you tell me what happened."

"Fine, but you have to tell me why you got so mad."

Kakashi stared at you as if you had a second head.

"You're serious, right? [Y/N], you could've died! What would I have done then?"

"Finish the mission."

He hated how matter-of-fact you sounded. He sighed, hand wiping the stray strands of hair from his eyes.

"Okay, yes. Even then, I'd have to come back and tell everyone I couldn't save someone I care about again. And yes, it's part of the life we lead as shinobi, I get it. So let me rephrase my question. What would I do if you were gone?"

You shrugged, "We all lose people, Kakashi. You know that better then anyone. You'd get over me eventually."

"How can you say that when you're one of the most important people I know?"

Embarrassment filled your veins, causing you to look away from him. His hand reached up out of instinct, and it was then you realized just how close he was.

"Please, don't turn away from me."

Tension filled the air between you, his hand still gently resting on your cheek. You stared into his eyes, your body moving before you could process it. Your fingers went to the edge of his mask, tugging slightly. He nodded, not even thinking of stopping you as you slowly pulled off his mask.

"Are you going to just stare?"

"With a face like that, how could I not?"

His shy smile made you swoon, but it wasn't until you felt his smooth lips on yours that your heart beat faster. Your arms loosely wrapped around his neck as he pushed you against the wall. His lips left your own, trailing over your cheek and down your jaw. It was when he got to your neck you slowly pushed him away.

"Do you want to stop?"

You shook your head, "Bedroom, now. Please."

He nodded, kissing you again before leading you to his bed. He gently laid you on the plush blankets before taking off his shirt. Your eyes roamed his upper body, lifting a hand to trace the scars along his chest and torso.

"Still find me attractive?"

You nodded, leaning up to kiss him again. Nothing was more intoxicating then feeling him against you. Your fingers tugged on the waistband of his pants.

"Take these off, Kakashi."

He obliged, leaving him only in his boxers. He looked you over, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"Seems as though you're overdressed, baby."

Kakashi couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you stripped off every layer. His lips met yours in a heated kiss once you took off the last item.

"Holy fuck, you're gorgeous."

He kissed you once more before sliding off his boxers. Your eyes widened slightly at his length slapping against his stomach. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss along your jaw.

"If you wanna stop, we can."

"No, no. I'm fine. Please, continue."

He eyed you carefully, making sure this is what you truly wanted. You placed a hand gently on his cheek, rubbing the bone with your thumb.

"If I wanted to stop I'd tell you. But I don't. I want this, I want you."

He leaned forward, lips meeting yours in another passionate kiss. His hips moved against your own, feeling his length pressed against your thigh. He pulled away from your mouth slightly only when he ran out of air.

"Okay, but if you change your mind you let me know. I want you to be comfortable."

"Same goes for you, 'Kashi."

Pink tinted his cheeks but he quickly covered his embarrassment with a sassy remark.

"I think it's kinda evident I don't want to stop."

-

A long, loud groan left him as he finished. His forehead rested against your own, chest heaving with each deep breath. A small moan left him as he pulled out, still sensitive to touch. You whimpered at the feeling of being empty, Kakashi gently rubbing your thigh as he got up.

After getting all cleaned up, Kakashi relaxed next to you in bed. You were too tired to form a coherent sentence, opting to gently rub his chest before turning over. The last thing you remembering is Kakashi pulling you against his chest before falling asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, Kakashi wasn't in bed. The smell of food cooking fully woke you up. You grabbed the first shirt you saw on the floor, tossing it on before walking into the kitchen. Kakashi stood in front of the stove in just his boxers. And you could see his neck was bare, meaning he wasn't wearing his mask.

"Morning."

"Good morn-" He paused when he saw you, "is that my shirt?"

You looked down, "I guess it is. Sorry."

He chuckled, "For what? Keep it on, I'll wash your clothes for you when we're done eating."

You sat beside him, silence filling the void before he spoke up.

"So, about last night. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Do you?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, that's why I brought it up."

"I don't know, you're not the best at talking about your feelings, Kakashi."

He nodded, "Yeah, that's true. I guess I mostly just want to know where you stand. If you want to forget the whole thing, I'll understand. I just - I couldn't control my feelings for you any longer."

"So, that's why you got pissed at me on the mission."

"Well, yeah. I've cared for you for so long. But I never acted on it because I didn't know how you felt towards me and I couldn't risk losing you. I've lost too much already."

Your features softened, "Kakashi, you big dope."

"Hear I am pouring my heart out and you're calling me names."

You laughed softly, hand cupping his cheek so he could look at you, "Do you know how long I've had feelings for you?"

He looked at you dumbfounded, "What?"

"Shit, you are so cute. You really didn't know?"

"No, I didn't want to read to much into it. I wish you said something sooner."

You chuckled, "You and me both."

He took your hand in his, pulling you against him. He smiled as you instinctively placed your head against his chest.

"So, what happens now? Because after last night, and especially after what you just told me, I don't think I could ever be just friends with you."

You placed a hand on his chest, just above his heart, "We take it one day at a time, no need to rush things. As long as I get to kiss you again."

He chuckled, placing his lips on yours, "You can do that whenever you want, love."

[arloelilly]

Hi!! I'd like to request a NSFW for Donnie. How would he react to seeing another guy flirt with his crush? His crush also owns her own library.

A little librarian action, huh? I'll try to make this interesting!

Warnings: NSFW Content 18+

Donnie

It was getting late and the library was closing soon. He had asked if you wanted to stay the night tonight and when you said sure, he offered to pick you up. As he pulled up to the side of the building he hopped out of the turtle truck and walked inside using the spare key you gave him. Most of the lights were off and there were no customers in sight. But the sound of your laughter was enough to tell him someone was still here with you. Donnie went into ninja mode, sneaking along the aisles until he was close enough to see the front desk but still remain in the shadows. 'What does he want?' He thought to himself when he saw your employee leaning against the counter on his elbow.

You were putting some files and papers away while rolling your eyes at his compliments and sometimes letting out a laugh at a cheesy pick-up line. Unfortunately, for your employee, you didn't share his feelings, and you have let him know this before. Apparently, he was persistent. Donnie loved the sound of your laugh but not when it was from someone flirting with you. Donnie was a logical terrapin though. He kept his cool and waited patient for the guy to leave.

"Okay, night. See you tomorrow Levi!" You call to him as he bids you good night. Donnie let out a sigh after Levi left and started walking over to you. "Hey!" He greeted causing you to look up from the front desk. You watch as Donnie stepped into the light of the desk lamp with a soft smile. "Hey, you!" You gave him a big smile and continued to collect some papers and shuffle them together. "What did Levi want?" You thought it was an odd question coming from Donnie, "Oh, he's just goofing off is all," You reply and turn around to put the papers into a filing cabinet. "Hm. Sounded like flirting to me." He mumbled; however, it was easy to hear in the dead silence of your library.

You look over your shoulder to see his shell facing you and him leaning against the desk with his arms crossed. He seemed to be in deep though. A playful smirk pulled its way onto your face as you walked back over to the desk and leaned on your hands as you gave him a playful look. "Donnie...are you jealous?" You inquire, holding back the urge to giggle. He immediately stood straight and glanced at you. "N-no, of course I'm not jealous. Wha-why would I be jealous of him?" Donnie wanted to slap himself for stammering. You walked around the desk so you were now standing right in front of him. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it sounds to me like you have a thing for me." You smile up at him and before you knew it, Donnie was a stuttering mess as he desperately tried to find the words to defend himself.

"N-no, I just...Well I-you-he...You know what?" In a blink of an eye his lips were pressed firmly against yours. You happily return the kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach. Your arms wrapped around his neck so you could deepen the kiss. Donnie then pulled away a bit to look into your eyes. "I'll show you just how much of a thing I have for you." And with that he picked you up, your legs naturally wrapping around his waist to support you.

Soon, your back was against the side of a bookshelf with Donnie's tongue dancing with yours. You could feel waves of pleasure in your lower regions as his firm erection grinded against your heat through his pants. Your hands moved down and fumbled with his belt to slip it off and drop it to the floor. He pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side before working at your bra and throwing it behind him. You loved the feeling of his hands grabbing your waist and moving up your sides until they started groping your breasts, pinching and twisting your perked buds. The more he rubbed against you the more wet you became. The rough feeling was becoming unbearable so your fingers unbuttoned his pants allowing your hands to push his pants down. He had already kicked away his boots so stepping out of his pants was easier.

He then pulled you two away from the shelf and walked a few steps to lay you down on the front desk. His hands gripped your hips as he looked down at the goddess looking back up at him, your hands rubbing his forearms slowly. His thumbs hooked the hem of your panties and your long skirt before slowly sliding them down. He bit the inside of his bottom lip and his nose twitched from your aroma before he slid his hand near your heat. A smirk made its way onto his face when you gasped and your legs twitched as the feeling of his thumb brushing against your swollen clit.

You closed your eyes and relaxed a bit as Donnie felt along your body, cherishing how soft your skin was against his hands. His hands then retreated, wasting no more time to remove his boxers. His member sprung to life, ready to be berried inside you. Donnie leant down, his one hand finding the edge of the desk above him while his other hand pressed against the top of the desk. His cool plastron pressing against your flushed skin as he kissed and sucked on your neck and collarbone. "Oh, Donnie!" You gasp upon feeling his flared tip along with his smooth cock fill you with one swift motion. A reptilian churr echoed from his chest, sending vibrations throughout your body.

It didn't take Donnie long to find a rhythm as he now loomed over your small form, using his hands to support him as he bucked into you. He admired the sight below him. One of your hands cupping his wrist while the other caressed his forearm. Your head was turned to the side, eyes closed, as your breasts and body bounced back and forth with every thrust. Your angelic moans and sweet gasps filled his ears. The way the light of the desk lamp made your skin glow. He didn't know just how much he would love seeing this side of you until now. Your silk walls seemed to hug and pull him in more and more.

"F-faster Donnie! Mmm!" He obeyed your desperate cry, bucking his hips faster and harder. He was going to make sure to please you, just to hear you cry out his name. "Fuck, you feel amazing!" Donnie purred before moving his arms behind your legs to pull them up. "Aaah!" You cried out in bliss as your back arched off the table as the new position. "Oh, yeah Donnie! Don't stop! Don't stop Donnie!" Your hands moved above you to grasp the edge of the desk while you threw your head back. Donnie took advantage of this and leant down to litter your neck in kisses and love bites.

He drew another gasp from you when he leant down at the perfect angle for his aching cock to mercilessly drill into your g-spot. "Oooh fuck! Don't move Donnie, just like that. Mmm, right there!" Your arms wrapped around his neck as you hug him close to you. You clawed at his shell, feeling your orgasm building quickly. Donnie panted heavily as he let out low grunts and churrs. He knew you were close, feeling your walls becoming tighter and tighter around his large member.

"You like it when I hit that spot? Yeah?" He growled focusing his attention on that one spot that seemed to rip those well wanted cries from you. "Donnie!" You cry out and gasp as you hit your release. "Mmm! That's it Y/n! Oh fuck yeah, Babygirl!" Donnie shuttered at his own release, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while he filled you until he was dripping from you core.

You both stay like that for a moment before Donnie used his hand to push himself up and pull out of you. You sat up and were met with him placing a tired kiss on your lips before Donnie left you to gather your guys' clothes. You slid off the desk but used it to support you on your wobbly legs. Donnie helped you get dress, leaving sweet kisses along your body as he did and picked you up to take you out to the truck.

Since you were already dozing off, he gently laid you on the couch and took his seat on the driver's side. By the time you two got to the lair it was really late and you were fast asleep. Donnie smiled at your sleeping form before picking you up and taking you to his room.

[dershloop]

Title: Burning Pile

Words: 2410

Ship: Lava

Warnings: depressive episode, mentions of worthlessness. i wrote this based off od how my own depressive episodes tend to happen/come about so this might not be accurate to everyone so dont start yelling at me if its not "how depression is for you" anyone who says that will be blocked. its more of a comfort fic to get me through the last week of school.

Cole yawned, throwing his bag on the floor and rolling his shoulders, feeling them pop satisfyingly. Finally, he was home. Rubbing his eyes; cracking his neck and feeling his limbs come alive once more. He hated long car rides, they cramped his limps and make him travel sick. That’s the problem being tall and large; the back of cars wasn’t made to accommodate you. Jay kept telling him to learn to drive himself, but he didn’t have the time. Being a ninja was surprisingly hard work, with little time in between to learn to drive. He’d just have to make do.

“Oh Cole, hey dude, forgot you were coming back today,” Jay said, walking into the room, leaning against the counter, a strange look contorting his face, “How’s your dad?”

“Not too bad. Still pretty insistent on me being a good singer. Apparently, I just have to ‘dig deep. Something tells me he’s never going to back off with it,” Cole said with a laugh, Jay laughed, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, “Are you ok man? You seem… I dunno. Off,” Jay’s face fell, his mouth scrunching nervously.

“You’re gonna be so pissed I didn’t tell you but… Kai’s not ok, he-”

“Wait what? What happened, where is he?’ Cole said frantically, his face falling in panic.

“I don’t- I don’t know dude! He’s barely been leaving his room, I don’t think he’s showered all week and I’ve barely seen him eat anything. We’ve tried to give him stuff and made him drink some water but-” Jay didn’t get a chance to finish, Cole pushed past him, dashing to his boyfriend’s room. From what he could gather, this had started a week ago. When he’d left. He hadn’t had a depressive episode in months now; had him leaving been the catalyst for all this? He was sure he’d been careful, he’d texted him every day. Even if they hadn’t called, he hadn’t asked. Besides, his dad didn’t know about them yet, he didn’t want to accidentally come out because of a phone call. Either way, if Kai had been in a bad way he hadn’t seemed like it. Apart from not asking to call, he’d seemed relatively normal. No slow replies. No giving texts. Nothing.

Cole softly knocked on Kai’s bedroom door, though it seemed pointless. No matter the response, he was going in there.

“What?” A hoarse voice called from inside the room. Kai’s hoarse voice. Cole opened the door, staring in awe at the state of the room. It was… messy to say the least. Clothes were scattered across the floor, making it so you couldn't even see the carpet. Mugs and glasses and bowls and plates littered around, just extra obstacles to the already high-staked trek to Kai’s bed.

“I’ve told you guys, leave me alone!” Kai yelled pushing himself up from his flat position on the bed, twisting his head around and staring at Cole, slightly gone out. His face fell when he realised who it was, staring at him solemnly from his position in the doorway.

“You’re back,” He murmured, twisting himself around fully so he was looking at Cole. Properly this time.

“Yeah,” Cole said softly, stepping carefully around the rubble and decay scattered all over the floor, sitting down on Kai’s bed when he finally got to it, “What… What happened?”

Kai shrugged, not looking at Cole. His hair was slicked back, matted to his skull with grease. Pimples beginning to form on his face, the lack of skincare irritating his delicate skin. Cole would be lying if he said he didn’t look gross and smell just as bad, but that didn’t put him off. Obviously, something was wrong, what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t do anything.

“I just… started feeling empty. I don’t care about anything and I have no motivation to do anything but… I didn’t want to be a burden, and I knew that if you suspected anything you’d come back so I just played it cool. Half expected one of them to tell you but… I guess they didn’t want you cutting your trip short for me either,” He muttered sadly, still not making eye contact. He couldn't. Not in this state. He was disgusting. His breath stunk like he’d just eaten something that’d been dead for a while and he probably stunk like something that’d been dead for a while too. Despite barely leaving his bed, his face was gaunt, his cheekbones beginning to further protrude, this time to an unhealthy degree and his eye sagging, purple eyebags hanging down as if weighing down his entire soul.

“Oh firefly,” Cole mumbled, opening his arms and wrapping them around Kai’s shoulders and pulling him close, feeling as Kai slowly relaxed into his body, not moving his arms.

“I’m sorry,” Kai said softly into Cole’s chest.

“For what?”

“Not telling you. Lying to you.”

“I don’t care. You have nothing to be sorry for, you weren’t in the right headspace and still aren’t. But I’m home now, so I’ll help you get out of this. Have you been taking your meds?” Cole said, still speaking in hushed tones. He wasn’t 100% sure why, but it seemed to be comforting to him, so he continued doing it.

Kai shook his head slowly, knowing he was about to get lectured.

“Ok, that’d explain a lot. Let’s start with that then,” Cole said simply, standing up and looking down at Kai.

“What?” He said, confused as Cole looked down at him expectantly.

“Come on. I’m taking you to take your medication,” Cole stated, holding out his hand, “If I bring ‘em to you, you’ll not feel any better.” Kai sighed and took his hand, letting his boyfriend’s strong form pull him out of bed. He slumped over slightly, his legs barely able to keep him standing. Letting his arm hang limply, his hand barely holding Coles, they walked out of his room and to the kitchen. He wasn’t 100% sure he was even in the room with him, his mind fuzzing in and out of focus from his surroundings. One moment, he was in the kitchen with his boyfriend. Next, he was in his head, letting his thoughts run wild. The latter was less than ideal; especially without the prescribed dosage of antidepressants in his system; but he didn’t have the energy to care.

“Ok,” Cole said, putting 2 small pills down in front of Kai along with a cup of water, “Take them.” Kai nodded, letting go of Cole’s hand and picked up the tablets, sloppily placing them in his mouth and swallowing them with the cool water. It felt heavenly, rolling down his dry throat and even drier tongue, giving them a new lease of life.

“Better?” Cole said softly, taking Kai’s hand back in his own. Kai shrugged, leaning against Cole and closing his eyes.

“Don’t bother going back to sleep on my arm, there’s more,” Cole continued, firmly but lovingly. Kai knew it was for his own good but… he just wanted to get back in bed. There was an immovable weight on his chest, dragging him down and increasing the effort to keep himself upright. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could actually stay stood up.

“Ok, have you had something to eat today?” Cole asked, taking Kai’s other hand and looking at him softly. Kai nodded, looking back, but not quite meeting Cole’s eyes. His heart twisted with every beat in his chest; his stomach turning in knots. He knew he couldn’t give in and let him go back to bed- he’d never feel better while he’s in this state- but the look in his eyes. It was so… void. So tired. So… emotionless. Yet full of emotion. Twisting and turning. Hurt, anger, sadness and an utter lack of anything positive.

“Ok. In that case, only 2 more things. We’re gonna brush your teeth and shower,” Cole said, Kai’s face falling in desperation. Evidently, he didn’t want to do either of those things; but Cole knew full well that he wouldn’t do it of his own volition.

“Please, firefly. We can watch a movie or something after that. I just… want you to feel better. I’m doing this for your own good. Plus, I’ll help you. I won’t get in the shower with you, but if you need help with anything I’ll stay in the bathroom while you’re in there. Just… how about this. Just wash your hair. Then I can put some deodorant on you and wipe your face. Are you ok with that?” Kai nodded in response, eliciting a small smile from Cole.

“Good. I’m so insanely proud of you Kai, for working with me here. I know how hard it can be when you get like this so I know how much it’s taking for you to do this right now. So, I’m insanely proud of you for actually going along with me,” Cole said sincerely, raising his free hand and resting it on Kai’s cheek. Kai leant into his hand and smiled a small, but tired, smile, raising his own hand and resting it on top of Cole’s.

Walking towards the bathroom, Kai took a reluctant breath and stepped inside, Cole following soon after. Cole turned the water on, pulling the mildly disgusting shirt off of Kai and tossing it into the laundry basket, letting him take off his boxers. Slowly stepping into the shower, Kai winced as the hot water hit his skin, cascading down his body and washing any surface-level grime away. His arms were lead; his eyelids hanging heavily over his eyes. He couldn’t do this.

“Cole,” He said weakly, not moving from under the warm water, “I want to get out.”

“Come on Kai, don’t give up now,” Cole replied softly, moving towards the shower and opening the curtain, seeing the exhausted look in his eyes, “I’ll wash your hair. How about that?” Kai nodded slowly. Cole smiled, pulling his own shirt over his head and discarding it to the side, reaching around his boyfriend and grabbing the shampoo, making sure Kai’s hair was wet enough before applying any. He slowly massaged it into his skull, looking down from his hair to Kai every so often to give him a comforting smile. Kai sighed contently, feeling the first bout of comfort; and even the first sliver of joy; in days. The feeling of Cole’s fingers on his head… knowing he was here and he was ok and alive. He was alive. Cole was here. The steady scratching and rubs keeping him grounded.

Quickly washing the shampoo out of Kai’s hair and turning off the water, Cole smiled, taking Kai’s hand again and leading him out and towards the sink. Cole grabbed his robe from the back of the door, bundling Kai up in it to assure he stayed warm. Cole laughed a little, looking down at Kai’s short, thin figure wrapped in his large robe, like a baby in a teenagers coat.

“What?”

“You just look really cute. You know like when a little kid just gets out of the shower. Their hair’s all slicked back and their bathrobe is about 10 sizes too big?” Kai blushed and crinkled his brow indignantly.

“I do not look like a child, not all of us were blessed to be 6 foot you know,” He huffed, pulling the robe around himself tighter.

“Yes, you do! You’re my cute little baby boy!” Cole said enthusiastically, noticing the smallest of sparkes light up in Kai’s eyes again as he glared indignantly at his boyfriend. With a laugh, Cole grabbed Kai’s toothbrush, putting some toothpaste on it and splattering it with water.

“Open up baby boy!” Cole said with a grin. Kai rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, allowing him to quickly brush his teeth. Grabbing a face wipe from the cupboard, he gently scrubbed the grease off of his boyfriend’s face. Then, finally, he grabbed a can of deodorant and sprayed him all over, banishing any thought of odour away from their minds (and bodies). Cole grabbed his shirt from the spot on the floor where it had landed earlier and pulled it back over his head.

“Hair drying time now,” Cole said, grabbing a clean towel from the cupboard and laying it over Kai’s wet hair, gently beginning to rub it, dragging the worst of the moisture out. Kai sighed in contentment, feeling himself shake and move as Cole dried his hair, the rough towel feeling heavenly as it dragged along his scalp, massaging any worries or unnecessary emotions away. Now all he felt was a deep feeling of peace and quiet.

“Damn, I’ll rub your head more often, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy,” Cole said with a laugh, continuing to softly rub his head with the towel, unable to contain his laughter at the small noises of contentment coming from Kai. Eventually, he took the towel back off his head and smiled down at his boyfriend, ruffling his hair affectionately.

“Now we just need to get you some clothes, then it’s dumb movie time,” Kai smiled, his lips softly curving into a smile; a real one.

“Can I wear your clothes?” he said softly, his voice still hoarse from barely speaking this last week.

“Of course firefly, it’d be rude of me not to!” Cole said lightly, taking his hand and leading him to his room, immediately grabbing his largest hoodie and sweatpants. He helped Kai put them on and stared down at him in awe.

“You. Are. So. Damn. Small!” Cole said happily, looking at his boyfriend’s small frame being taken over by his large clothing.

“No, you’re just too big,” Kai said indignantly, stuffing his hands in the pockets of the hoodie.

“You know I mean it lovingly, you just look too cute in my clothes,” Cole gleamed, his face lighting up in pure delight. Kai said nothing, just let out a small giggle, his face glowing crimson.

“Now come! My sweet little baby boy! We shall watch dumb movies made for people 10 years younger than us until you feel better!” Cole exclaimed, sweeping Kai off his feet and holding him bridal style, carrying him towards his own room where he dumped him on the bed, turning on the TV and preparing for at least a day of watching weird movies and enjoying each others company.

[invaderzia1]

Kinktober Day 5

Double penetration in two holes | Boot Worship | Lactation

Pairing: Might Guy x Fem!Reader x Kakashi Hatake

Tags: Double Penetration in two hole, dirty talk

The night started out as just three friends grabbing a few drinks and complaining about their ninja duties, however at some point it took a turn. Now, all three were in Guy’s apartment, shed of most of their clothes. Between the two males was (Y/n), who was bent over allowing Kakashi to prep her. She was leaning into Guy, who was stroking her hair. She felt Kakashi remove his fingers away, wiping his hand on one of Guy’s blankets laying in his couch.

“Now, before we begin, I’d like to ask again if you are fine with this? We can stop at any time.” Kakashi asked, pressing a kiss against her shoulder as he helped her lean back.

(Y/n) looked up at Guy then turned to Kakashi, both looking down at her, waiting for consent. She thought she should feel nervous about all this, but for some reason, most likely the alcohol from earlier, she felt ready for this all. She trusted the two men to treat her well.

“I want this, I want you both. If it gets too much I’ll give the word though.”

That’s all they needed as Kakashi picked her up from behind, with Guy approaching from the front to help keep her up.

“Now Kakashi, be careful. Wouldn’t want to drop such a precious flower.”

Rolling her eyes at Guy’s words, she wrapped her legs around him, making sure she was secure so that wouldn’t happen. She brought one hand up to the back of Guy’s neck while the other held onto his shoulder.

Kakashi, sure that there was no way for her to fall, moved one of his hands down to position his length at her back entrance. He pressed a kiss on her shoulder before slowly sliding it in, being as gentle as possible. The new pressure caused her to gasp out, grasping at Guy’s hair and digging her nails into his shoulder. In response, Guy pressed kisses into her forehead whispering encouraging words in between. It didn’t take long for him to fully push his length in, causing a dull ache in her back end. The two males gave her a moment to get accustomed to the length, comforting her.

“Let me know when you feel ready for me.” Guy said, rubbing circles into her hip.

She gave it a few more seconds before looking up and nodding, giving Guy the go ahead to enter her. He made sure Kakashi had two hands holding her before reaching one hand down and guiding it into her entrance. As he slowly pushed in, he felt her squeeze around his length. She released a low moan as she adjusted to the feeling of him entering.

Both men were well endowed, Kakashi with more length than Guy, but Guy was thicker than Kakashi. Both lengths filled her up almost painfully so, yet it was oddly satisfying. Her fingers dug painfully into Guy’s shoulder, hard enough to nearly draw blood. She felt Kakashi snake his hand around as Guy bottomed out inside, moving to rub her clit in an attempt to help her relax. She felt Guy’s hand return to her ass.

They sat in silence, the only noise was (Y/n) heavy breathing as she got used to the feeling of the two cocks with in her. Her grip on Guy’s shoulder relaxed as she grew more accustomed to the stretching. She opened her eyes and looked into Guy’s eyes as she relaxed. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips. As they pulled away from the kiss she gave them the word to continue, leaning back into Kakashi who started pressing kisses into her neck.

Guy was the first to move, taking it slow as he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back into her. She let out loud moan at the feeling. Kakashi gave Guy a few more thrusts before joining in, groaning at the sensation.

Immediatly, (Y/n) moans increased, causing both males a sense of pride at making her feel so good. Kakashi pulled himself closer to her body and began to press kisses into her neck, occasionally biting down to leave a few hickies he knows she’ll be upset about in the morning. He couldn’t help but want to mark her up, have her reminded for the upcoming days how amazing this was.

Guy was more than happy to receive the brunt of her pleasure, feeling her nails scratch up his back while her other hand occasionally tugging at his hair. It was almost like a badge of honor to him, being able to see on him how well he’s treating his partner. In turn, he sped up his thrusts, putting more force behind them.

Kakashi pulled his mouth away, whispering into (Y/n) ears. “Is this what you wanted when you suggested we go out? To be stuffed to the brim with our cocks?”

(Y/n) moaned at his words, her cunt clenching around Guy’s length in response.

“Come on, you can answer us. Have you thought of this before? Your two best friends fucking you like this?”

Unable to get her words out, she just nodded her head, shamelessly. She didn’t seem to care whether they knew or not, she just wanted to be good and answer Kakashi.

Kakashi looked up at Guy, who seemed interested in her response.

“You heard that right, Guy? Poor girl has been waiting for this for a while.” Kakashi cooed, teasingly.

Guy looked at (y/n), genuinely excited with the prospect she’s thought of this before. “You have?”

She nodded again, feeling embarrassed by Guy’s genuineness of his question. Her soft moans still coming as the men didn’t let up their thrusts.

“Aha, no need to feel embarrassed. Especially not if it’s feeling this amazing.” Guy enunciated his point by reeling his hand back and slapping her ass rather roughly, ripping a loud moan from her lips.

(Y/n) let out broken cries of their names, wanting them to know that both of them were making her feel this good. She arched her back as she leaned more into Kakashi’s slim chest. His fingers rubbing into her clit had sped up, not letting up this entire time. The way both men pounded into her along with being able to hear how much they enjoyed it brought her closer to her end, causing her to clench in enjoyment.

After a few minutes, both men could tell they were close to their end, and they were sure (Y/n) was as well.

“Fuck, (Y/n) where do you want us to cum?” Kakashi asked.

They let up a bit to give the girl time to answer.

“Inside, please inside.” She begged.

Kakashi let out a grunt at the thought, let himself pick up his speed to reach his end. His thrusts got sloppier as he got closer to it. As he reached his peak, he repeated (Y/n)’s name like a mantra, his voice picking up an octave as he did.

Guy on the other hand followed a few seconds behind, grasping (Y/n)’s ass and his face screwing up. He clenched his teeth as he pumped her full of his seed.

(Y/n) let out a high pitch moan she knows Guy’s neighbors probably heard. Her body tensed up and clenched around both males, as she vision turned white. Her body then went limp in their arms, as she came off her high, cuddling back into Kakashi’s chest.

As both the males returned back to this plane of exisitence, they became immediately aware of how tired they were and how they needed to put (Y/n) down before they dropped her. Kakashi pulled out of her first with Guy following after. (Y/n) face scrunched up in discomfort from the loss. Guy carried (Y/n) over to his couch, laying her down before sitting on the ground in front of it. Soon after Kakashi returned to the pair, handing (Y/n) a towel to wipe herself off. He looked down and felt a sense of pride at seeing how happy she looked.

“So how are you feeling?”

(Y/n) looked up at Kakashi, before looking over at Guy. She smiled up at them and gave a thumbs up, causing them both to laugh at how cute she was.

“Good I’m glad.” Kakashi said, patting her on the thigh before grabbing his boxers and putting them on and then sitting in Guy’s lounge chair.

“We should, uhh, probably get cleaned up.”

Kakashi nodded, looking back at (Y/n). “We might need to help her with that.”

“Of course, what kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t help a lady in need.”

As the two males helped get her into the bathroom, (Y/n) thought to herself how she wished this won’t be just a one time thing.

[dilly-oh]

Haircare no Jutsu

He’s wearing the red hair-tie today, Kakashi noted with satisfaction, walking down the hallway behind Iruka. An excellent choice. It perfectly accentuated the subtle reddish tones in his hair, highlighting them to perfection. His ponytail bounced with every step, the strands gleaming in the sun-rays cast through the nearby window.

Kakashi had been obsessed with Iruka’s hair for longer than he cared to admit. But hey, everyone had their quirks, especially Jounin. At least his didn’t involve green spandex and dazzling teeth. He was practically normal compared to the others.

He daydreamed about Iruka’s hair constantly, imagining running his fingers through the silken strands, pressing his face against them to smell their subtle scent. He imagined pulling Iruka's hair free from that cruel hair tie, brushing it till it gleamed, then separating it into three portions and twisting them into a thick braid. No, wait, a French one? He couldn’t decide. Still lost in internal debate, he walked closely behind Iruka, eyes glued to his hair.

Which is why he failed to see the loose tile jutting out of the floor in front of him.

Now, the Copy-nin of Konoha, feared by countless enemies and Missing-Nin alike, did not trip.

He merely attacked the loose tile with his toe, lurched forward for a better stance, wind-milled his arms about wildly to ward off any incoming attacks from enemies, and face-planted into the nearest object.

Which happened to be Iruka’s ponytail.

One time, while on an A-rank mission to Suna, Kakashi, half-dead from chakra exhaustion, had accidentally fallen into a patch of prickly cactuses.

This was worse than that.

Iruka’s ponytail was not soft and silky, fragrant and luxurious as he’d dared to dream. It was like a briar patch, bristly as hell, the strands broken and split and dry as a bone. Kakashi counted himself lucky his hitai-ate was covering one eye already so he only had to worry about losing the other one. This close, he could see the horrible split ends and flakes of dandruff with awful detail.

“Yeeeoooowch!!”

The cry echoed through the hallway, reverberating off the walls. Several heads poked out of doors to stare curiously, caught sight of Iruka’s face, and retreated.

“That’s my line,” Iruka grumbled, turning to confront him while rubbing the back of his head gingerly. “What the hell was that about?” Kakashi just gaped at him for a long moment, aghast, his hopes and dreams crumbling before him.

“Good God! Is my face bleeding?!” he blurted aloud.

“It’s about to be if you don’t start explaining yourself,” Iruka snapped back irritably, crossing his arms. “Seriously, what’s your problem?”

“It felt like I fell on a wad of steel wool!” Kakashi cried. “What the hell kind of hair product do you use?! Bar soap?!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Iruka huffed at him. Kakashi felt a glimmer of hope flicker to life. “I use my three-in-one shampoo, conditioner, and body-wash.” The glimmer of hope promptly whimpered, curled up, and died.

“Alright. That’s it. I’m confiscating this,” Kakashi said, twirling the red hair-band around his pinky finger. Iruka’s hair immediately flopped down around his face, sticking out in all directions like an unkempt bird’s nest and further destroying every one of Kakashi’s secret fantasies.

“Hey!” Iruka cried in outrage, shoving his hair aside. “Give that back!”

“You’ll get it back when you learn to treat your hair better.”

“Whatever, I have like three more,” Iruka snorted, rolling his eyes. He reached into his pockets, searching for a few moments, then frowned in confusion. “What the…?” He looked up to see Kakashi twiddling his fingers at him, each digit encircled by a colored band. “When- how did you- give those back!”

“Oh, I will,” Kakashi assured him, “but I have some…demands.”

“You’re holding my hair-ties ransom. You’re unbelievable.”

“Firstly, you-”

“I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

“-let me wash your hair,” Kakashi finished.

“Ew. Why?” Iruka made a face. “That’s just an excuse to get me naked, you creep.” Kakashi huffed impatiently.

“You don’t have to get naked, just take your shirt off-”

“And then I’m already halfway there. Forget it.”

“-and then I’ll bend you over the bathroom sink and-”

“I SAID FORGET IT!” Iruka exploded, his face flushing a near-match of his hair-tie. “I have two jobs! I spend all day at the Academy babysitting children who are trying to kill each other, and then all night at the Mission Desk babysitting Jounin trying to kill each other. I don’t have time for stupid things like treating my hair with the ninja art of deep conditioning.”

“Then you’re not getting your hair-ties back,” Kakashi said with finality, squaring his shoulders.

“You know what? Keep them.” Iruka turned away in a huff. “I’ll just go buy more.” And with that, he stormed away. Kakashi narrowed his eyes.

“We’ll see about that,” he muttered, hands flashing quickly in a series of signs. Several clones puffed into existence and with a short word, dispersed on their newest mission.

---

“The HELL do you mean, out of stock?!” Iruka shouted at the store clerk in outrage. The man flinched back in fear, cowering behind the counter.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ninja, sir, but someone came in not five minutes ago and bought the whole lot of hair-ties,” he babbled. “Every single one! We won’t be getting more in another shipment until-”

“Okay, fine, whatever,” Iruka cut him off, mind working furiously. “I’ll take… rubber bands. String. I don’t care, I’ll buy it.”

The clerk simply stared at him in mute horror, eyes wide. Iruka sighed.

“…They bought all of those, too, didn’t they?”

“…Yes, yes they did.”

Iruka paused, a sudden suspicion dawning on him.

“This person didn’t happen to have ridiculous silver hair and a mask, did they?”

The eyes went even wider, threatening to pop out. “Please don’t kill me,” the clerk whispered.

“Calm down, it’s not your fault. I’ll just…” Iruka chewed on his lip, mentally mapping out Konoha and his other prospects. “I’ll try elsewhere. Thank you.”

But it was the same story at every shop in Konoha.

So Iruka changed tactics. Not that it made any difference.

It didn’t matter who he begged one off of (Anko, Ino, even Shikamaru, who rolled his eyes in exasperation, as if he wasn’t embarrassed enough already), within five minutes it had either magically disappeared or snapped for no reason and his hair flopped back down over his eyes, prickly and annoying- not that Kakashi had a point or anything.

Even his own home wasn’t safe. Iruka didn’t know how, but someone had snuck in and removed everything that could even potentially serve as a hair tie, even rags and bandages. Iruka suspected Kakashi had won over Naruto with promises of all-you-can-eat ramen. He had half a mind to bring his complaint to the Hokage herself, before realizing she would probably find it hilarious and cackle like a loon for hours. So, no. Better to just deal with it himself.

---

Iruka was a hard man to break, Kakashi would give him that. After a whole week of this charade and no sign of the sensei’s resolve weakening, he’d earned his respect. But it couldn’t last forever. He had to give up at some point. Everyone had their limit. Kakashi smirked, raising a hand to study the red band still wrapped around his pinky. Yes, any minute now…

“I’m not going to break, so piss off!” Iruka shouted from inside his apartment. Kakashi, who’d been sitting on the roof, jumped. The man was more perceptive than he’d thought. His respect went up another notch.

“You sure about that?” he asked, popping his head in through the window. It was Iruka’s turn to jump. Then he swore, grabbed him by the vest, and hauled him inside the apartment, which was just as messy and unkempt as his hair. Because, you know, two jobs or whatever. Kakashi caught sight of a pair of pink boxers splayed on the couch before Iruka spun him around to glare point-blank in his face.  

“What the hell do you even care if my hair isn’t perfect? Life is not a fucking shampoo commercial,” he demanded. Kakashi shrugged.

“I had expectations. Dreams. How dare you break my fragile, innocent heart.” He swooned and clutched his chest dramatically.

“I’m gonna break something else of yours in a minute.” Iruka scowled at him, stewing in fury. “It’s none of your business, anyway. My hair, my choice. Deal with it.”

“I refuse.” Kakashi glared right back, refusing to stand down. “It’s a matter of honor.”

“Oh, please! Like yours is any better!” Iruka burst out, stepping forward to plunge his hands into Kakashi’s thick mane. “You’re always out on a mission, don’t tell me you have the time to- merciful God it’s like I’m petting one of those fluffy Inazuka dogs.” Iruka stared at him in shock. “How the hell do you get it so soft and silky? Haircare no Jutsu?”

“Don’t be silly,” Kakashi scoffed. Iruka just gave him a flat stare. “…Alright, yes, I infuse my shampoo with a little chakra for extra volume. Sue me.”

“I’m considering it, after all the harassment,” Iruka muttered darkly, his hands still in Kakashi’s hair. Kakashi had to fight back a shudder of pleasure as his fingertips scraped across a particularly sensitive area. Finally Iruka removed his hands (Kakashi stifling a disappointed whimper) and frowned in consternation. “…I just have to let you wash my hair once?”

“Sure,” Kakashi answered with a nod. “…And then you are legally obligated to follow a strict hair-care routine dictated by me-”

“ONCE.” Iruka held up a finger, expression firm. “That’s it. That’s the deal. Then you leave me alone.”

Kakashi weighed his options. He could keep running around Konoha, using up his chakra on clones and buying up every bit of material that could serve as a hair-tie, following Iruka around till he was old and even grayer and broke.  

…Or he could just wash his hair right now and be done with it.

“Alright, fine,” he agreed. “Let me wash your hair and we’re good.” Rather than look triumphant like he expected, Iruka hesitated, biting his lip uneasily and dropping his gaze to the floor.

“…Promise you won’t take advantage of me,” he said, voice quiet and serious for once.

Kakashi solemnly placed a hand over his heart. “I promise.”

And then Iruka took his shirt off and Kakashi had never regretted making a promise more in his LIFE. He truly was that tan all over, with white scars scattered here and there like constellations, accentuating the toned muscles and hard flesh.

“Oh, wait,” Iruka said, “what am I thinking? You probably need to go to your place and get-” Kakashi wordlessly held up his shampoo and conditioner bottles. Iruka blinked. “…Of fucking course.”

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Iruka’s bathroom was just as untidy as the rest of the apartment, half-empty three-in-one shampoo bottles and dirty clothes strewn everywhere. For some reason, the fact that he was a complete slob did nothing to detract from Kakashi’s burgeoning attraction to the man.

“If you please,” Kakashi said politely, rolling up his sleeves and nodding towards the sink.

“I am not tipping,” Iruka sniffed haughtily as he stepped forward. His eyes lingered on Kakashi’s bared hands and arms for a moment before jerking away. He leaned over the sink, which, thankfully, seemed large enough to accommodate an impromptu hair-washing. Kakashi turned the tap on, careful to adjust the water temperature to a pleasant degree, then eased Iruka forward into the spray with a gentle hand. The other man grumbled, but kept still as Kakashi thoroughly wetted his hair, careful to get every bit. When he was satisfied, he pulled out his shampoo and poured a dollop into one hand, paused, then poured some more. Might as well make it count.

“Hurry up, I’m getting water up my nose,” Iruka muttered, head still under the spray. “And water all over the rest of me, too.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Kakashi forced himself to concentrate on washing Iruka’s hair and not his glistening, muscled back. He sank his fingers deep into the dry, bristly hair and scrubbed gently, lathering up the soap, making sure to pay special attention to the scalp and roots.

The shampoo was his own special recipe, imbued with his own personal chakra for extra strength and luster. He rinsed it out after several minutes, then applied the conditioner. After one more rinse, he was done, and he stepped back, allowing Iruka to straighten. Kakashi turned away to find a towel, snatched the cleanest-looking one from a shelf, and turned back.

I’ve made a horrible mistake, Kakashi realized immediately. I can’t let others see him like this. He’s too beautiful.

Iruka on a bad day was a knockout. Iruka, gloriously shirtless and gleaming, with his wet hair pooling like ink around his face and shoulders, was a vision fit for the Gods. Kakashi stood frozen, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

Unaware of the other man’s dilemma, Iruka raked a hand through his hair, pushing the wet strands off his face. Kakashi gulped, his throat suddenly dry and tight. A long, tense pause drew out between the two of them like a taut bow-string.

“What the hell are you waiting for?”

“…Huh?” Kakashi stared at him, blinking.

“Make a move already, you idiot.” Iruka stood there in his shirtless glory, arms crossed over his tanned chest, wet, glistening hair framing his face. “You’ve already got me half-naked and everything.”

Kakashi sputtered incoherently for a few seconds, shaking his head.

“I...I can't, I promised-” he choked out.

“Oh my God come here.” Iruka grabbed Kakashi by the front of his shirt and reeled him in like a prize catch. Kakashi did his part, gaping at him like a fish, wide-eyed in shock. Iruka scoffed, then leaned in close enough for their lips to brush teasingly. “I never promised not to take advantage of you, dumbass.”

Kakashi was not about to argue.

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Years later, he still kept the red band around his pinky, right next to the wedding ring that winked in the sunlight.

-End-

Months ago, I was chosen to be a pinch-hitter for the Kakairuzine (I would step in if someone had to leave), so I completed two fics in case they were needed. Since they aren’t, I might as well upload them here. This is the second and final fic. Enjoy!

[bakubabes-tatakae]

I will never stop requesting you for kakashi nsfw scenarios 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 nowww may I request him with smut prompts 126 and 169? Love your worksss 💕💕

Request as many as you’d like love. Kakashi is one of my favorite characters to write smut for. 😊

Sorry We’re Late || {NSFW} Kakashi x Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, 18+ content

AO3 Link

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As you entered the kitchen from the bedroom you felt the eyes of the copy ninja upon you. His gaze was always so intense that there was an aura that surrounded it. A smile spread across his face as he watched you. 

After all these years of being together, it was rare that Kakashi ever saw you get dressed up. Usually, you were always in your gear or in pajamas. The sight of the short dress that barely covered your ass had his jaw already dropping to the floor. You chuckled as you saw his smile and his wide eyes. “Kakashi? Are you gonna be okay?”

The copy ninja shook his head and tried to bring himself back down to earth. “I just-” He could barely make words as his eyes trailed up and down your figure. 

“How do I look?” The smile spread across your face and his eyes showed you nothing but admiration. 

He held a finger up and wiggled for you to come to him. “I can’t get over how good you look in that.”

You laughed nervously as you walked slowly toward him. Kakashi’s arms reached out for you as you sunk into them. You rested your forehead on his shoulder and breathed in the familiar scent of the copy ninja. He hadn’t even gotten dressed yet. Your hand rested against his bare chest and he kissed the side of your head. “You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?”

Your eyes bugged out of your head at the sound of his words. How had he known that you hadn’t put on your panties yet? You placed your hand under his chin and made him look you in the eyes. “Kakashi, we don’t have time for this. Go get dressed.”

He planted his hands on your waist and a smirk tugged on the corner of his lip. “Why don’t you come and help me get dressed?”

You shook your head quickly. “I know exactly where that’s going. It’s not happening, just go and get dressed.”

Before you could object you felt his strong arms wrap around your body and lift you off the floor. He tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and started walked. As you were lifted your dress rode up, exposing the bare skin on your ass. A firm smack was planted upon it as Kakashi walked. A laugh erupted from you as you screeched. “You can say it’s not going to happen all that you want darling, but you can’t come out looking like that and expect me not to get aroused.”

Your body was tossed onto the bed a second later and you felt his large hands rest on each side of you as his body loitered over yours. You cupped his face in your hands and placed your lips to his roughly. You hated to admit it, but you were now just as aroused as he was. 

His hands wandered your body, the feeling of the callouses on them rough against your soft skin. You ran your hands down his sides and grabbed onto his sweatpants, tugging at the waistband and helping him get them down. His erection pushed at his boxers as he hovered over you. When you felt it press against your leg you bit your lip, something you knew drove Kakashi absolutely crazy. “You’re just begging for a piece of me now, aren’t you?”

You said nothing to him, just whined as you felt his hand run over your folds, slowly teasing every inch of your dripping sex. You felt him moving around above you as he pulled his erection out of his underwear, slowly rubbing the tip against your folds. When you were finally able to get words out you ran your hand down his chest. “We don’t have long Kashi. We’re going to be late.”

Kakashi chuckled. “Don’t worry about that darling.” He thrust himself into you, bottoming out against your walls. “This won’t take long.”

You threw your head back against the pillows as his hips rutted into yours. His pace was quick as he knew that the two of you didn’t have much time before you had to leave. If you missed Naruto and Hinata’s wedding the two of them would never forgive you. 

You placed your hands on his lower back as his hips rolled into yours, pulling him as close to your body as you could get him. Your legs wrapped around his back and your bodies began to meld together. Resting your forehead against his shoulder you could feel yourself nearing your climax. Your walls were tightening around his length, suffocating him, as his pace slowed to keep control of himself. 

“I-I’m gonna cum, Kashi.” You were barely able to get your words out as he pounded himself into you. 

“Come for daddy. I wanna feel you come undone on my cock.” He roughly placed his lips to yours as he sped his pace, desperate to get you to your orgasm. As your cunt clenched around his cock his name left your lips, sending a devious smirk over his lips. 

He knew that after hearing the pleasure on your tongue as it said his name he wasn’t going to last much longer. He placed his hand in your hair and tugged your hair back, placing kisses all over your neck. With a loud grunt, Kakashi released himself, painting your walls white with his seed. 

He rolled over and dropped to the bed next to you, laughter sounded from him as he stared at the ceiling. “I told you that we had time.” 

You laughed along with him and slowly sat up on the edge of the bed. “We really need to get moving now. Get dressed dammit!” 

Kakashi sat up and placed a hand under your chin. “Make sure you put on panties so we don’t go through this while we’re there.” You sighed and smiled at his words. 

* * * * * * 

You always hated being late, something that Kakashi never really cared about avoiding. As you walked into the building you saw eyes on you. You were thankful that nothing had started without you, but Naruto didn’t look too pleased when he approached you. Kakashi held out a hand to him, and Naruto took it, pulling Kakashi into a hug. “Sorry, we’re late. Y/n was having a little bit of a wardrobe malfunction.”

You slapped Kakashi in the arm as Naruto let him go and he stepped back beside you. “Shut up Kashi.”

You both laughed and Naruto scratched the back of his head nervously. “Well, you look lovely Y/n.”

You stepped forward and hugged him. “Thank you, Naruto.”

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kakashi || hidden needs (nsfw)

↳ in which he starts having dirty fantasies about you and he starts to act weird around you

➣ fingering, blowjob, praise ig? sorry I'm so embarrassed ajsjsjs this is so bad and rushed 😔

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you and kakashi had been dating for a while, but recently he couldn't see you in the same innocent light as before. it didn't help that he was usually reading such perverted books, and he usually imagined you doing whatever the book said. hence he was always so flustered around you and he felt guilty at times.

kakashi felt so guilty and dirty for thinking about you in such a perverted matter. anything you did enabled his dirty thoughts. like you could literally just sit down and he would start imagining how your pretty thighs would squeeze and shake around him as he sucked your clit.

and this one was obvious but it was summer so you had been eating a lot of popsicles. except that he was thinking about how you would look while sucking him off. your eyelashes fluttering as you looked up at him and took him even deeper, struggling to moan against him.

you could even just sigh with exhaustion or gasp out of excitement. he would wonder how your noises would sound like. whimpers? whines? moans? would you beg for him? try to hold back your moans with flushed cheeks?

usually you would be able to greet and hang around kakashi normally. but now his eyes just widened and he'd begin stuttering, trying to keep his distance from you.

"yamato, is it just me or has kakashi been avoiding me recently?"

the said ninja took a look at kakashi, noticing how red his face was and how he was shaking slightly. yamato chuckled, knowing what was going on since he knew him so well to the point that he also knew his behavior. "I'll talk to him."

now you were just watching team seven train with each other, which was pretty rare these days. but it made you happy since they all got along so well despite all the differences they had. they walked over to you, waving and smiling.

"how's it going with kakashi sensei?" sakura asked, she was observant and had noticed the distance between you two lately.

you rubbed your neck, "well he's still being weird and not talking to me."

naruto looked shocked, "eh!? that kakashi sensei! what's his problem?" he ran off to talk to kakashi, despite seeing that he was already talking with yamato.

sai pulled out his book, turning to the page that would help in this situation. sakura looked a bit disappointed but didn't say anything since she knew he relied on these books. "it could be that he did something wrong or feels nervous around you, well according to my book."

you thanked him for his effort, although you didn't really know what to do with that information. regardless you had to talk to kakashi so you made your way over to him. yamato panicked a little bit grabbed naruto and walked away, making naruto yell at him.

"kakashi don't run this time, okay? tsunade said she wants team seven to go to her office." while you continued explaining, he was completely losing it.

he couldn't even look you in the eye, and because of that his gaze lowered, which made everything so much worse. he started imagining all the pretty noises you would make as he bit into your neck, turning your beautiful skin purple. she'd look so good like that.

you noticed that he was beginning to stumble back, and soon his focus and vision went blank. you called out his name before catching him in your hands, dumbfounded.

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he looked around, taking a while to process what had happened. his eyes were set on your figure as you walked closer to him. "you had a nosebleed, it must've been because of the heat. be more careful, okay?"

he touched his face and realized that he couldn't hide his facial expressions anymore. and he was going crazy, it was just the two of you and all he wanted to do was kiss you and much more if you let him.

noticing that he wasn't paying attention, you reached out and snapped your finger right in front of his face. "kakashi, you aren't even talking to me. did I do something wrong?"

he grabbed your hand and pulled you on the bed, and before long he was on top of you. you didn't even have the chance to say anything, his lips massaging yours. it took all his willpower to pull away and not go further, his forehead pressed against yours. "I need you."

it was crazy how those three simple words made a pang of arousal shoot down your body. you couldn't even think rationally, but now you knew why he had been so weird around you. "then take me."

he didn't waste any time, leaving open mouthes kisses all over your neck while one of his hands reached down to rub your clothed cunt. the whimpers you let out for him were so much better than what he had imagined, and his cock grew even harder against your leg, making your cheeks flush.

you tugged his hair, making him groan at the painful yet pleasurable sensation. "shit, keep doing that." he mumbled, making you squirm since his breath tickled your sensitive neck. he pulled away and loved how marked up he made you, only on display for him.

with your help took off your pants and underwear. at this point you weren't even embarrassed, especially since you already knew he read a lot of lewd things in books. he groaned at the sight though, "already this wet? such a naughty girl."

you wanted to defend yourself especially since he was the one who had been horny this whole time. except you couldn't with all the moans spilling from your mouth when he slowly thrusted two finger into you.

he didn't want to hurt you so he took his time, watching your facial expressions and paying attention to any noises escaping your mouth. but with no negative signals he began thrusting his fingers at a faster rate.

you covered your mouth with your hand, muffling all the moans escaping your mouth. kakashi used his free hand to tug on your arm, "let me hear you princess." and even if you didn't want to, your body forced you to.

both your hands flew down to grip his wrist as he began rubbing your clit with his thumb and his fingers found your spot. he had no mercy, abusing the spot until you were practically screaming underneath him.

the way you shut your eyes in pleasure and squirmed encouraged him. he knew you were close since your hips were grinding up frantically against his fingers.

the eye contact between you was constantly interrupted due to you shutting your eyes in pleasure. but knowing that he was watching you so intensely only contributed to your arousal. the noises coming caused by his fingers and your cunt were so filthy. you couldn't even talk correctly. "k-kakashi, I need-"

kakashi couldn't help the pants that escaped his mouth as he watched you. he was so hard that it was beginning to be painful, but he didn't care since it was worth it. "that's it, such a good girl just for me. go ahead and cum."

you felt a knot form in your stomach, and you couldn't even think straight as your vision went white and you couldn't hear. you chanted out his name, giving him a huge ego boost. he continued so he could make your orgasm be more intense, and he felt a bit cocky when he saw your eyes roll back.

you were a panting and flustered mess. sure you had touched yourself before but you had never been this horny or stimulated, you couldn't believe that you had been missing out on this for such a long time. you could only imagine how kakashi had felt.

he ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead. "you did so well."

you smiled at his praise, feeling your heart flutter. it took a while for you to regain your composure given what had happened. you looked down, noticing how hard he had gotten. "sit back, it's my turn to take care of you."

his cheeks flushed but he did as told and pulling down his pants and boxers. he couldn't really believe that this was happening. he had been fantasizing about this for such a long time that it was felt surreal.

you felt a bit intimidated by how big he was, but hey you kind of expected it. it was a beautiful sight, his tip was flushed a shade of pink and he was leaking precum. you gently placed your hand on his cock, and as soon as you did his whole body tensed up and he let out a shaky moan.

"careful, I'm sensitive so I might cum quickly."

you rubbed his precum all over his pretty cock before sucking it, swirling your tongue over the tip at first. you kept in mind that he was already sensitive so you then began taking his cock further into your mouth.

he threw his head back, unable to contain all the groans and pants coming from his mouth. his left hand tightly gripped the bedsheets meanwhile his right grabbed your hair. despite being so lost in the moment, he didn't push your head since he didn't know if it was okay with you.

his eyes were shut tightly, mouth gaped open slightly and allowing all the pretty noises to come out of him. you felt him twitch in your mouth, and his noises got gradually louder. it was over for him the moment you placed on of your hands on his thigh and squeezed.

knowing he was on the verge of cumming, he opened his eyes to look at you, and you were already looking at him. the sight of you looking so innocent while doing something so lewd pushed him over the edge.

you took even more of him, your eyes beginning to tear up as you did. it was worth it though, his grip on your hair tightening. "you're so fucking good at this." he said, letting out a mumbled string of cuss words afterwards.

it wasn't long before he came in your mouth, and his eyes flew open, looking down at you to apologize. but you swallowed, licking your lips as you looked at him with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks. he hated how he couldn't last longer since it felt so good, but he couldn't help how sensitive he was.

you sat up and held his hands, his cheeks were pinks and he was kind of embarrassed. but at least now he knew that you wouldn't get disgusted if he told you he needed help in situations like these. exhausted, you cuddled up against him and smiled at the blissful sensation. "kakashi, I love you."

"I love you too."