#it took all of my willpower NOT to give him a predator jaw

[artofcarmen]

Fjord - Hand of the Great Leviathan

Evil AU art of Fjord, had he pledged himself fully to his patron Uk’otoa, unlocked the serpent, and went on an absolute rampage across the Lucidian ocean starting with Darktow.

Finished sword design inspired by a fanart by BlackSalander over on twitter. ♥

[kakakakashi]

Hokage’s Office: The Chair

100 Follower Celebration - Day 1

Kakashi Hatake x Reader || NSFW

Warnings: porn without plot, Kakashi’s filthy mouth, cursing, I mean what else do you want me to say? You all know what this is. I’ve been hyping it up for like a month. 

Word count: 2,686

A/N: Guys... it’s here... It’s... something. I mean, it’s not as great as I hoped, but at least I did it. Also, we’re going to put 100% of all of these under the cut for lots of reasons. 

- 

He had that look in his eye when he realized it was you who’d opened the door. The one that practically screams twelve emotions at the same time.

You were his saving grace, and he was so grateful for the dinner you brought with you. He was sorry that he wasn’t home, even though you’d assured him hundreds of times that it was okay. Please take him away from this cursed job he didn’t even want. He would quit if he could. He forgot how amazing you looked in your uniform.

All of these thoughts flashed in Kakashi’s brain, but there was one that screamed much louder than the rest. He wanted you more than anything.

“Thanks,” Kakashi mumbled when you placed the Ichiraku Ramen bag atop a free spot on his desk, “You’re too good to me.”

You rounded his desk and chair only to glance at the paperwork he was reviewing over his shoulder. “You alright?” you inquired. Noticing how his broad, muscular shoulders were tensed, you gently massaged the muscles.

Kakashi finished up the paragraph he was on before he set the paper down and craned his neck towards you. He nodded in affirmation. “I’m alright, just a little stressed and wishing I was home.”

“Want me to help you relax?” you smirked, hands gently skimming from his shoulders down his chest.

You felt the way his lungs gasped in reaction to the touch. Goosebumps prickled across his skin while the blood in his veins seemed to move with traces of electricity. Simply seeing him react to such a slight caress had your own body at attention too.

In one swift motion, Kakashi swiveled his chair around, so your hands were now rested on his shoulders. He looked like a predator sizing you up that sinfully. The feral look in his eyes sparked a fire deep inside you, flaming across your skin to rest in your core, the beginnings of an ache only Kakashi could satisfy.

“Your dinner’s going to be cold.” It came out a lot breathier than you’d intended. Your pulse was beginning to pick up in anticipation.

Kakashi smirked from under his mask. He sat forward in his chair to place a palm across your hip. The other hand reached towards the fabric covering the bottom half of his face, and while he spoke, he hooked a digit on the edge and pulled it down. “Guess I’ll have dessert first then.”

His finger twisted into one of the loops at your hip, effectively yanking you into his lap and bringing you into a harsh kiss. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around you while you cupped his jaw to help deepen the kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, wasting no time in getting to the main event. You could feel your lips beginning to swell with the clashing of your embrace, but you couldn’t care any less.

Kakashi was already pawing at your breasts, and the sensation prompted a moan to break from your throat. The sound was muffled against Kakashi’s lips, but you could feel him smirk against you before he began to work his lips down your neck. His kisses were wet and open mouthed, nipping with sharp teeth every now and then, causing you to whimper in reply. The sensation of Kakashi’s mouth made your head spin, and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants rub against your thigh at the way you reacted to his touch. You had to ground yourself on his shoulders while your senses overwhelmed you, but you still couldn’t help yourself from moving your palm down his torso until you reached his half hard length. You ground your hand against him, feeling his member twitch and his muscles tense at the delicious friction. Even his mouth moaned against you while he kissed you, biting down harder to reprimand you for your attempt at controlling the situation.

When Kakashi pulled away from your neck, he practically growled. “Naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

One of his hands snaked around your ass to grope the flesh in his large hands before he playfully swatted as a signal for you to stand.

You followed his instructions after you placed a sweet kiss to his jaw as an attempt to apologize. He chuckled low in his chest, and the thought sent a wave of wetness flooding your core.

“Be a good girl and strip for me,” he commanded, his exposed eye was impossibly black, taking in every miniscule movement you made. Your shaking fingers slowly found the hem of your top, raising it over your head before discarding it on the floor. It could have been the cool air across your newly exposed skin, but you weren’t sure because of the way Kakashi was practically drinking in the sight before him. He could see your hardened nipples through the lace of your bra, and the sight made him want to rip the flimsy fabric off your body. However, he was distracted when you popped the button of your pants open while you gently chewed on your swollen lower lip. His throat bobbed with a swallow while you dragged the zipper down, exposing just the waistband of your panties.

His eyes traced up from the exposed fabric back to your mischievous eyes. “Did I say you could stop?” he inquired with a brow quirked.

Your only reply was the wiggle of your hips while you leisurely worked your pants off, stepping out of them and toeing off your sandals before you unhurriedly stalked towards his chair again. You knew he wasn’t in the mood for your teasing, but you couldn’t resist pushing him just a little bit. However, he took matters into his own hands, quickly unsheathing the kunai from his thigh, and in one fluid motion, he sliced through the last bits of lace. After returning his weapon to it’s rightful place, he reminded you, “Don’t test me. We both know who’s in charge here.”

Your breasts spilled from your bra, and the air that hit your wet folds made you shiver, and while you were distracted, Kakashi took the opportunity to sit you on one of his thighs.

“Be a good girl and play with your nipples for me,” the deep timbre of his voice practically cooed.

Your hands shakily moved to the plush flesh of your chest, kneading the weight in your hands a bit before you focused on your already pebbled nipples. You twisted them slightly and let out a whimper at the sensation. Static prickled under your skin from the friction, and you felt it jolt down to your core. You needed friction between your legs, so you tilted your hips to grind against Kakashi’s thigh. However, his hands gripped your hips tight.

You whined under your breath, but he raised a brow at you. “Did I say you could ride my thing?”

The shake of your head wasn’t enough for him. His fingers dug in harder, sure to leave purple prints across your hips tomorrow. “I asked you a question.”

“No, I’m sorry. Please, I need something.” You could tell by the look on his face that he was debating. Was he going to punish you for taking without asking, or was he going to give you what you asked for. “Please, please, Kakashi.”

“Do you think you deserve it?” He still held a devious look in his eye while he gazed at your flushed face.

It was a double-edged sword, so you didn’t answer, praying that you’d satisfy him enough to deal with the fire you felt burning inside you. “Please, I need you. I can’t take it.”

“Very well.”

Kakashi slapped your thigh playfully, guiding your hips so they were where he wanted them. Your weight was on your knees, outside of Kakashi’s, but your hips were above his. It took all of your willpower to keep yourself from grinding throbbing cunt grinding against the tent in his pants, but you knew you had to be good for him.

A gasp tore from your lungs, ending with a loud moan. The sound triggered by Kakashi’s fingers brushing against your practically dripping folds, pressing softly, and dragging your slick around until they found that little bud that made you keen for him.

His rough fingertips provided amazing friction while they circled your clit, and your back arched on it’s own accord. Fireworks sparked throughout your body at the sensation, and one of your hands clawed into Kakashi’s shoulder. Meanwhile, he had his eyes trained on you, breath labored while he watched you writhe above him. He could feel his dick twitch at the sight of you looking so wrecked just from a little touch. Then, a lightbulb went off in his head.

His fingers paused their ministrations, making you whimper at the loss of friction. However, instead, they trailed down to circle your wet entrance.

His voice was rough, sending chills of arousal straight to where his fingers toyed. “Look how wet you are already. So needy for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Kakashi,” you sighed. Your head rolled back at the sensation of his fingers barely dipping into you while he teased you, your eyes squeezing shut. It was almost impossible to resist the urge to grab his hand and fuck yourself with his long, thick digits.

A low chuckle from the man below you made your hips twitch a slight bit. It spurred him on, though. He was biting his swollen lower lip, and you noticed him shift uncomfortably in his spot. Without any other warning, he sunk one of his fingers into you all the way down to the knuckle. He didn’t even bother to take off the fingerless gloves he always wore.

You moaned out at the welcome intrusion, clenching around the single digit. If anyone else was in the building at this hour, you were sure they could hear it, but you couldn’t find it in you to care when Kakashi curled his finger so deliciously against you.

The previous attention to your clit was quickly replaced by the gloved heel of his palm, pressing against the bud while he continued pumping his fingers. The fabric provided a wonderful sensation, and your brain started shutting down. Not to mention, Kakashi could feel your wetness seeping through the fabric and onto his palm. He seemed to be getting off on it all because you noticed him trying to palm himself through his pants.

“You want another?” he practically smirked. All you could do was nod in response before Kakashi obliged, slipping another finger inside of you. You whimpered at the sensation of him stretching you out further, scissoring his digits inside you a bit before he ceased all his movements. A lightbulb went off in that moment while you tried to keep from writhing on his fingers. “Fuck yourself on my fingers like the needy little girl you are.”

The look in his eye at had you clenching around his fingers, and it made him smile in victory. All you could do was pant in that moment, taken aback by his request. Although, it didn’t take you long to start moving your hips, using your free hand to guide his wrist while you tried to mimic Kakashi’s previous actions.

Inside your gut, you could feel the beginnings of an orgasm bubbling up, and you tried to work Kakashi’s fingers deeper and deeper with each drag. However, your body jolted in surprise when you found that little spot inside you that made you see stars. Your grip on Kakashi’s wrist tightened, and he encouraged you, “There it is.”

You cried out, rocking your hips into his hand, making sure you were catching all of the little nerves you could. The fire inside you began to consume you while your movements became more desperate and jerky. The white-hot pleasure was so close with each squelching thrust meeting Kakashi’s fingers.

“Look at you,” he panted out, his other hand undoing his pants, “desperately fucking yourself on my fingers with that pretty little pussy. You look so good like this, so desperate to cum.”

“Yes! Kakashi! Yes! I’m so close!” You could feel your body approaching its limit. The sounds spilling from your mouth and his both spurring you on, but Kakashi’s voice made you whine out again.

“Did I say you could cum?” Just when you were twitching around him at your breaking point, he broke out of your hold and retracted his hand. Your dripping heat clenched around nothing, feeling impossibly empty with the loss of his fingers. “You’re gonna cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

“Yes, sir,” you affirmed, palms immediately taking Kakashi out of his pants and underwear, giving him a few strokes before greedily positioning yourself atop him. However, Kakashi’s fingers grabbed your hips before you could sink onto him.

You noted his slick fingers and dampened glove, and it made heat rush to your cheeks. However, Kakashi just smirked at your realization. “You seemed to enjoy that, didn’t you. Now, I just need you to calm down a little for me. Don’t want you finishing too soon, now do we?”

You shook your head at him before he took his time, drinking in every inch of exposed skin across your body while his fingers traced up and down your skin with soothing caresses. However, once your breathing evened a tad, his lips dove into yours for a desperate kiss. While his mouth crashed against yours, he guided his tip to your entrance and slowly slid you down until he was completely sheathed inside you. The both of you let out a sinful moan at the feeling of him stretching you out, and it felt so right. You always felt impossibly full when Kakashi fucked you, but somehow, int that moment, you felt like you were going to explode.

You barely had time to adjust before Kakashi was guiding your hips atop him, helping you fuck him the way he wanted. It had you clenching around his length each time he’d enter you, and you clung to him for support. Gradually, the two of you built up a pace that had you bouncing on his dick, and you were practically shaking when he groaned into your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, “You feel so good around my cock. Touch yourself while you ride me.”

You moaned at his words, but you followed instruction. One of your hands moved down to touch your swollen clit, rubbing it frantically in an attempt to reach the high you’d been denied. It didn’t take long for you to start fluttering around him, that electricity flowing through your veins igniting inside the both of you.

“You’re so close,” Kakashi remarked, “You gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock?”

“Yes, Kakashi! Yes!” you cried out, your hips beginning to stutter, but Kakashi guided you through it. The coil in your core was about to break with the way Kakashi had your hips crashing into his, and you were clawing you way to your peak.

It was all over when Kakashi began to move his own hips out of desperation, meeting your thrusts with his own, shoving himself as deep as your bodies would allow. He twitched inside you, signaling that his own orgasm was quickly approaching, and the thought of him about to cum inside you sent you toppling over the edge. The spring in your stomach snapped, and you clenched around Kakashi’s length with a cry of his name. Your entire body shook with the shockwaves of absolute delight. Your body was screaming with pleasure while Kakashi thrusted into you a few final times, finding his own release thanks to yours. The sensation of his hot seed painting your insides kept your orgasmic haze going while the both of you rode out the waves of pleasure.

Once the two of you stilled, you collapsed atop of him in his chair in a mess of sticky limbs. You really needed to bring him dinner more often.

[selfdulgent-selfinsert]

Can I request a Ruben/SO(reader) “hate-fuck” with light aftercare? >3

((AH! I’m sorry this took so long!))

He hated the sound his fist made as he knocked on youroffice door. He hated having to ask for help. There was no way you couldunderstand the scope of his intellect, however, you were a leadingneurosurgeon. Pioneering microsurgery with countless papers under your ownname; they garnered you immense respect internationally. He could neverpinpoint why he hated you. Maybe it was because you held a formal doctorate,maybe it was because your work was always your own to publish? Maybe it was theway you smiled at him when he stepped in, your sweet voice welcoming him intoyour warm but cluttered room.“Good morning Dr. Ruvik! Can I help you with something?”He sneered at you but it didn’t seem to faze you. Expression unwavering as youwent back to organizing your papers, thumbing through the wad of pages in yourhand. Your next cases needing to be sorted but not wanting to take attentionaway from your colleague. To you, Dr. Ruvik had always been your equal, a tadeccentric and secluded, but it did sometimes come with the trade. You neverreally knew what he did at Beacon but it was never really anything thatconcerned you. Working closely with the hospital, you had somewhat of your ownclinic within the building. You worked with people who required any of thecomplex surgeries you’d performed a thousand times. It wasn’t an ideal locationbut the hospital had a wealthy supply of patients who required your services;and truthfully you were happy to assist.“Unfortunately.” He took a seat in one of the plush chairs which faced you. “Myresearch has lead me to an unfortunate roadblock and I require yourassistance.”He crossed his legs, resting his arms on the fabric. Glaring at you from hisbandages. You set your papers aside, placing your hands in front of you. “Ofcourse Dr. Ruvik, what sort of research can I help you with?” He huffed, wereyou patronizing him? Of course, you were, you always were with that unshakablesmile and being all too willing to lend a hand. Surely you thought less of him.“Well.” He started with a bitter tone. “My subjects have not been respondingthe way I want them too. They behave much too individually then I would likeand regardless which part of their brain I probe, they are left like that.”“Well, Dr. Ruvik I can’t quite say there is an area of an animal’s brain whereyou could force such a reaction. Are you working with mice? Surely they reactto psychological studies but I can’t imagine there’s a part of the brainphysically that could aid you.”What exactly was he doing in that lab anyway? You stood and walked around tosit in the front of your desk, your heels clicking against the floor as youwent. Hands folded together as you milled about in your mind searching for ananswer. Meanwhile giving the good Doctor a look at you, your lab coat open toreveal a ruffled blouse and your favorite pencil skirt. Were you trying todistract him? Tapping his foot impatiently as he tried in vain to remove hisgaze from the hem of your skirt. It had ridden up when you sat on the heavy wood.You had the audacity to present yourself in such a manner in an effort to sabotagehis work. How was he expected to focus when you could distract him like this?“Perhaps you’d be better speaking with one of the Psychologists upstairs? Idon’t think I can help. I’m sorry.”Your shrug was perfectly timed with his breaking point. Standing quickly andmoving directly in front of you. His eyes dark with something you’d never seenhim look at you with before.Stepping forwards he grabbed your jaw, pulling you forward to meet his lips.It was sudden but you couldn’t say you were opposed, he was a very attractiveman. When he separated you could feel his breath coast over your skin and hewhispered darkly. “Do not distract me.”His free hand coming to settle on your thighs; the digits gripping into yourflesh. His lips connecting again with yours; it was angry and rough but youcouldn’t bring yourself to pull away. His hand parted your legs as he forcedhimself between them. Your hands gripping onto his button-up and pulling himcloser to your chest.“Why you are so intent on filling my mind; distracting me at every opportunityand preventing my work is a mystery to me but I must put an end to this game ofyours.”You really didn’t know what the hell he was walking about, this wasn’t a gameyou were purposely playing. But the way he held you with such anger was like hehad never experienced infatuation before. His hand left your chin only to pullyour skirt up to your hips; fingers gripping into the junction between your ass andthighs roughly. Pulling him in for another angry kiss put him off guard,stopping his assault on your flesh for only briefly. Pulling your hips forwardsinto his, grinding you against him. Your hands latching onto his back to pullhim flush against your chest, and in turn, pull him onto the desk somewhat.“I don’t know what game you think I’m playing Doctor, but I assume I’ve won?”Your snide comment pushing his head away but your body keeping him trappedagainst you. Staring at you darkly before attacking your neck, biting andsucking at your soft flesh; a hand coming to pull your hair back and exposemore of you to him. He kept mumbling into your skin about how much he despisedyou, how you thought you were better than him. The dark and heavy tone which hespoke with sent shivers down your spine and into your pelvis. Your clothingbecoming more of a hindrance you moved to unbutton your blouse. Exposing yourupper chest and simple bra. “Look at you; all this for my attention? Such apathetic woman you are. How anyone could see you as superior is beyond me.” Youwhined at his comments, no idea where this was coming from, especially as Ruvikhad never made such a pass before but you wouldn’t lie that it was reallyturning you on. He bit onto your earlobe only to drag his teeth over it. “Howam I supposed to focus on my work when you insist on disrespecting anddistracting me?” He slapped your thigh suddenly, pulling a squeal from your lips.“I will indulge you if only to satiate myself.” His hands traveling to yourchest and grip into your flesh extremely hard. As fast at the pain came, it wasgone as his hands traveled once more to your hip bones. Holding you still as heground into you; the cloth between you creating a wonderful friction. Nevermind the potential fabric burns your poor thighs could receive from such anact.You wanted more; you needed this Doctor inside you STAT. Reaching for his beltand fumbling with each thrust to loosen the confounded contraption.Ruvik was elated, he was getting what he wanted. To him, it was proving he wasultimately superior. The way you all but tore his pants open inflated his ego;he would make you feel everything you had done to him. It was his turn todistract you and he wanted to ruin you, so nothing could be on your mind buthim. The moment your soft hands came into contact with his penis, it took allhis willpower to keep himself together. It had been so sudden but had felt sogood, his lips parting for a long, gravely moan. He had to maintain composure,he didn’t want to let you have control. He leaned into you, his head resting inthe crook of your neck as he gave in to your touch.

Your hand seemed to dance over his skin, sending sparks over his damaged nerveswhich for once was pleasure. His will seemed to crumble as he leaned into you, asmirk finding its way onto your lips. His hands weakly separated you and pushedyou back until you were lying upon the solid wood of your desk. His breathingwas heavy as he eyed you like a predator. Lurking above you; his gaze made youfeel incredibly hot, despite your state of dress.“I am in control now.”His voice thick with lust as his hands moved to your thighs and pulling themfurther up causing your skirt to bunch at your hips. The gauze coating hishands was rough on your skin.“You will submit to me.”You nodded as much as you could in such a position. Watching him as he pulledaside your underwear, pulling your skin wide so he could see each delicate foldof your vulva and study the hot flesh. Whining underneath him, your legswiggling in an effort to pull his pelvis closer. The hand exploring your labialeft, drawing away from where you wanted him most only to deliver a hard smackthe crux between your thigh and ass cheek. “Ah!” your voice high. “Don’t dothat!”He scowled at you, his hand rearing to deliver another smack to the same spot. “You are to submit to me.”“No, don’t stop, just not there. Either go higher on my leg or smack my ass…”He nearly keeled over from your words. You could see him bite his lower liprather hard. He rubbed gently over his previous target, the gauge dragging overthe inflamed flesh. Laying a delicious succession of smacks against your ass;with each smack you gripped the edge of your desk tighter and tighter.Straining from the sting of your flesh, you took in air through your teeth. Itmade a hissing noise with every exhale. “Thank you, Doctor…” Your strained moanwas music to his ears. Nothing he could ever imagine would compare to thatsound.

Taking his phallic appendage within his own hand, he tentatively tapped thehead against your vulva. Both of you relishing in the contact. The skinscorching from the heat of each other. “Beg for me. Want for me as I have wanted for you; I need to hear you cry forme.” Your hands gripping into his shirt to pull him closer, wailing in impatienceand desire. Your words forming sentences you prayed were acceptable. Tearswelling in your eyes as he slid inside you slowly. Having a hard timesupporting his own weight, Ruvik leaned down over you; his arms the only thingkeeping him up as his spine contorted painfully. Your hands moved to cup hisgauzy cheeks and cooing blindly into his skin. The soft words scattered as youcoaxed him to get comfortable by propping one of his knees on the desk. Theextra support of an unbendable bone seemed to help as he was able to returnupright and oh boy, he looked like a damn snack like that. His tattered skinblushed read under the stark white medical bandage made his eyes look evendarker than before. You felt like an animal under his gaze; hot and needy.He grunted as he pulled himself from you, it burnt slightly as it felt as ifyour organs were being pulled out. However, it disappeared as he pushed backinto you. When he continues each pull was less and less pain as your vaginalcanal relaxed even more and pleasure kissed your nerves. Straining your ears,you could just hear the tiny, sweet mewls Ruvik was trying to hide. When hedrew out, you took it upon yourself to lift on of your legs up to his shoulder;the surprise pulling the cutest, strained and high pitched “Fuck.” from yourpartner and it really took everything in your being to keep your laughterinside. As a result, your face was red, and scrunched up, trying to hold the airin your cheeks.

“D- Don’t laugh at me!”

Doing your best to sit up you pulled him against you with your arms around hisneck.

“Oh, but that was just so cuuuute!” You couldn’t contain your giggles as yourleg slipped back to the floor. Laying kisses over his cheeks and nose andcooing over the sweet noises he made. You’d been such an emotional wild cardRuvik felt as if he’d break his neck from whiplash but the way you smiled andlaughed was oddly endearing. His fingers digging into your ass, diving backinto your vagina and reaching that spongey spot you called heaven and justkissing it ever so roughly. Thank god you were holding onto him as the suddenjolt almost sent you to the floor. Unrelenting was a word you couldn’t think ofto describe the pace; you curled against him uncomfortably in an effort to keepyour pelvis angled and open while your face buried into his heaving chest. Itwas your turn to mewl and moan into his chest. Your hands grasping blindly athis shirt in an effort to find anything that could ground you.

Ruvik lay a kiss atop your forehead while he continued to plow into you. Hishead drooping to be as close to your ear as he could. His panting seeping deepinto your core.

“I want to consume you…” Ruviks voice heavily strained. You could tell he wasgetting close as you tiled your head the best you could against his chest tosee him; mouth agape.

“I want to be everything you think about. I – I want to be the only one youcrave…”

You could only answer with a broken moan of his name.

“You invade me. Night and – day all I want is you!”

With his statement, he burst with one final strong push he came within you; itsent you over the edge in turn as you felt the hot liquid fill your core. Thetwo of you clinging to each other as you came down. He slid out of you,reaching for a tissue to catch what seeped out from his absence. Stretchingyour back out after such an uncomfortable position, it popped loudly. Ruviklooks up at you quickly. “A-Are you okay?” You reached to pull your underwearback into position. “Oh yeah. I’m fine; is your back okay? I can rub it if it’sbad.” He stood from you, the standoffish behavior back as if he’s come out of atrace.

“I – it’s fine. I don’t need your help.”

You stood from the desk and pulled your skirt back down, approaching him withthe same smug demeanor from earlier. “Ruvik, you’re not better than me.” Theshocked and angry look on his face was adorable with his still flushed cheeks.“I’m not better than you.” Planting your fingertips upon his chest. “We’reequals, colleagues but… it’s okay to say you love me.”

He jumped visibly at that. You moved closer, standing with your chest justgrazing the buttons of his shirt. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Youlaughed and pulled him into a gentle kiss. It was soft, he didn’t pull awayfrom you. “Next time you want to ‘consume’ me Ruvik, have it not be in myoffice… Now come here, I’ll rub your back.”