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So as of now, I’ve done everything I can on my part in terms of trying to gain back access to this blog. I’m managing from my mobile app now, but that could log me out at any time, plus I plan on getting a new phone in a month or two so it’s inevitable that I’ll lose the blog completely. So unless tumblr staff miraculously decides to fix their shitty mistake, it’s pretty set now that @hoe-imaginess will be my new blog. This really sucks and I hate that I’ll kind of have to “start from scratch” but a lot of you have already followed me on that blog and I appreciate it so much, the loyalty just really helps me through all of this.

School AU with the troep AN: troep means trash in Dutch (Is dis even good English bc srsly I’m doubting my English skills here)

Chrollo / shady twilightzone goth priest: -The shady principal with a creepy ass office. -Has a painting of himself?? -Also has this skull with a lil plant in it??? (Rumors say it’s real) -What’s with the coat dude -Literally not a single student wants to be there bc they all fear for their lives -BIBLE STUDIES WITH CHROLLO -Has big ass majestic chair while always reading the same book and the schoolcat accompanies him. -Never comes out of his office so when students see him walking around it’s like: “hOLY SHIT WAS THAT THE PRINCIPAL?!?!”

Uvogin: -The school’s ‘guard’ that scares all the lil freshmen but is actually big buddies with all the older students -Will let you do literally everything if you just give him beer -Takes an awful lot of bathroom breaks -Exchanges glares with that one blonde student all the time.

Franklin: -Is a guard just like Uvo but is actually the only one that gets decent work done -Silently judges Uvo af -Talks shit about Uvo but brings him beer tho -Just sits there…judging.

Phinks: -Is PE teach but also an over-excited History teach when it’s about the Egyptians. -Better make sure that you have an equal amount of players for PE bc u don’t want him to join -When the dude throws a dodgeball kids go K.O -Walking Egyptian meme -Gucci Tracksuit. -An actual softie when it comes to students with pain (especially girls bc he don’t understand their shit so he just lets them sit on the bench) but if ur a guy: “broke your foot? Too bad pal gotta come with a better excuse.”

Kortopi: -That one creepy ass person behind the desk that no one wants to talk to. -It’s actually a good thing because students dont pretend to be sick anymore because no one wants to talk to him -Has an exact copy of every object on his desk, 2 pencil sharpners, 2 red staplers and on and on it goes -Is creepy.

Machi: -Grumpy and gives no fucks but she still works hard -Is a arts and crafts teacher -“Alright lil’ shits, today we’re gonna sow.” I quote Nina. -Students are afraid of her but she’s actually nice. -Besties *cough* gf’s *cough* with Pakunoda.

Pukunoda: -French teach -Loves cats and once took her cat to school with her -Her cat became the schoolcat. -Is actually nice af so if ur in trouble she can help you get away with it since she’s close with the shady principal.

Nobunaga: -Is janitor while regretting life choices. -Hangs with Uvo a lot. -Always walks around with a mop because he can’t take his sword to school -Arm wrestles with students. -Gets in trouble bc of it

Benolenov??? What his name?: -Music. -Is awfully creepy. -Why the fuck al the bandages? -How does he demonstrate playing instruments when he’s wearing boxing gloves?? -Bonds with ppl that like boxing.

Feitan: -Biology teacher. -“And today, we’re dissecting animals.” His creepy sadistic laugh was heard… #skipbioforever -“And today we’re dissecting–” oh the surprise. -Has a disturbing amount of dissecting knives on his desk. -One day a student saw this cute squirrel in a treehole next to the classroom. It dissapeared the next day. -Carries umbrella around wherever he go. Smol umbrella man. In summer, in winter, he always has it.

…..Hisoka: -MEME -Drama/Theater teacher. -Fucking drama queen. -“Um..mister…why does this ‘person’ in the play resemble the principal so much?” -THEY HAVE TO WEAR HORRIBLE OUTFITS. -There’s this creepy ass doll with long black hair sitting in the classroom and some students think it’s actually a person #illuminaticonfirmed. -It moves sometimes. -Just get those kids out of there ASAP.

Shizuku: -English teacher -Forgets a lot of stuff so if the students keep quiet they won’t have to hand in some assignments. -She gives you a higher score if she forgets something again. -Hangs with Nobunaga and sometimes helps him clean. -Inseperable from her…vacuüm cleaner.

Shalnark: -Technical or Physics teach -Often mistaken as a student -Arms -His phone is like a meme, everyone wants to know what’s up with that weird ass thing. -“DONT THROW IT” once heard from the teacher’s room

So as of now, I’ve done everything I can on my part in terms of trying to gain back access to this blog. I’m managing from my mobile app now, but that could log me out at any time, plus I plan on getting a new phone in a month or two so it’s inevitable that I’ll lose the blog completely. So unless tumblr staff miraculously decides to fix their shitty mistake, it’s pretty set now that @hoe-imaginess will be my new blog. This really sucks and I hate that I’ll kind of have to “start from scratch” but a lot of you have already followed me on that blog and I appreciate it so much, the loyalty just really helps me through all of this.

“you’re such a sweet angel, all right b hear me out, i don’t think it’s been done yet but pls a foreplay scenario with hashirama? or a post coital something in the bath? You decide boo”

you spoil me with the Hashirama thirst b, I combined a little foreplay and bath time if that’s aight ((((((: thanks for requesting <3

Hashirama Senju NSFW scenario 

Hashirama takes what he can get in greedy amounts, never wasting a moment that he has with you. Hokage duties call frequently, and while he’d be more adamant with his work, he somehow allows his younger brother to dictate his schedule, and doesn’t quite wish to disobey.

Fortunately, Tobirama is out on a diplomatic mission, and Hashirama can ignore the stack of paperwork on his desk for now. He’ll worry about the scolding when it comes later.

You didn’t think he would ever want to get out of bed; the hours spent fooling around and venting out long awaited passion had taken quite the toll on your endurance, but not Hashirama. You had only coerced him into a bath with the promise of continuing your endeavors, and the second you sank into the warm water his hands were on you.

For the most part he starts out slow and innocent, playing with your hair and scrubbing your back. But you know that won’t last long.

The soap he lathers over your back smells fresh and invigorating, a nice shift from the aroma of sex and heat that radiated off of you not ten minutes before. If that’s not enough evidence, the little scratches littering his sides and back should be. You wonder if they sting at the touch of the warm water, but don’t care to ask, and don’t think there’s a need.

His grin is as buoyant as ever, never failing to grace his features. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone so happy to be washing and scrubbing away, but this is Hashirama.

“Hashirama,” you speak after too long. “You’re going to chafe me raw if you keep on scrubbing like that.”

You know it wasn’t on purpose, hence why you don’t take the little chuckle that falls from his lips as anything too cheeky. “Sorry about that.” He ends his task in favor of washing your arms now, and you wonder how long he’ll spend there. Not a moment later he slips a hand down to your abdomen, putting pressure on your stomach and pressing you back to him.

You know it’s an excuse for more contact, though he’d put it under the guise of needing better leverage. Now he’s being cheeky.

“If only you put this much effort into your paperwork, maybe Tobirama wouldn’t have to keep you on a tight leash.”

He laughs, amused at the truth but also your audacity. “Paperwork isn’t as fun.” His hand finally begins its descent to the crevice of your thighs. He completely bypasses your sensitive skin, dragging his fingers lightly across your inner thigh instead. It’s enough to blossom the heat in your body, amazing given how relentlessly he’s worked you that day.

“Maybe not.” Despite the need to reprimand his eagerness, your legs spread just a fraction wider for his prying fingers. “But if you actually met your daily quota, you wouldn’t constantly be in trouble, specifically with your brother.”

“And miss out on this?” Suddenly his fingers caress you where you need to be touched, and a breathless sigh leaves your mouth. His voice comes close now, low and right at your ear. “I’d rather deal with the trouble. And my brother’s anger, if it meant being with you.”

“Wow,” you hum, reclining against his chest and turning your head to face him. “That’s so romantic.”

It’s easy to settle with the humor for Hashirama, and he laughs, wasting no time when he dips down to press his lips against yours. His kisses are always warm, always a wonderful balance of intent but gentle. Despite that cordiality, his confidence is ever present, especially now that he’s roused with hunger.

Before long, his tongue flicks against the seam of your lips and you don’t deny him access. Simultaneously, his fingers begin stroking your sensitive skin, pressing with just enough force to make your entire body jerk back against him. It’s then his arousal becomes present, though you imagined you would have to tend to it at some point.

Though not completely erect, it’s enough to press against your lower back, and you wiggle against the eager length. An amused chuckle leaves his throat and he retreats from your mouth, moving instead to your neck to suck on the soft skin. You shiver at the contact, mind drawing blank just as you remember how easy it is to fall to his charm and sensuality.

The hand not working your arousal moves to your chest, pressing a finger into your nipple until he hears you groan. Already, the warmth of the water seems so remedial in comparison to your flushed skin, to his hot arousal at your back. 

You maneuver your body, twisting in his hold until you’re pressing your chest against his. Using his open legs for support, you set hands on his strong thighs and lean forward, just at the right angle to lock him into another searing kiss. He’s followed your movements, fingers never relenting in their task and making you see stars.

You groan into his mouth, reaching a hand down to finally adhere to his demanding erection, stroking it with long, slow pumps. A deep, throaty hum catches in his throat at the pleasure, and he releases your lips in favor of sighing and grinning. His hips shift from their spot, whether to find a more comfortable position or on account of the new stimulation, you don’t know. It’s likely the latter; Hashirama can never stay still when you’re working him like this, he’s too eager and too excitable.

When you run your thumb over the swollen head, his legs visibly tense and you know you shouldn’t tease him. Even with all the day’s amorous adventures, you’re aware he’ll have no problem coming the instant he’s overworked.

The pleasure he’s offering you with his fingers alone makes your mind go in a thousand different directions. The prodding of his finger right at your entrance makes you shiver in anticipation, and at the reaction, he wastes no time slipping  in.

There’s a cheeky smile on his face, loving the feeling of your hands and the way your heated body sucks him in. He’d much rather be between your thighs right now, licking and sucking and tasting you, but he wouldn’t want to risk ending the amazing feeling, so he settles for the current position.

Before long, he needs more of your groans and another finger presses in. The sight of your mouth falling open and brows twitching in pleasure draws him in, and he takes your chin in his hands, bringing you forward to his lips again.

It’s sloppy and hot, and in the intensity of it all you notice the little things, like how easily and dexterously his tongue moves against yours—not that you need any reassurance of how great that tongue is, because you know more than well. But it still never ceases to drive you wild. 

With both hands pumping his length now, you work every fiber of his being into a frenzy. He doesn’t stop his hips from rising with each stroke of your hands, setting the bath water to teeter.

He curls his fingers when he finds just the right spot he’s looking for and your body erupts in something scorching and electrifying. You’re breathing heavily now, but trying to quell your nerves, barely able to receive the oxygen you need just through your nose. But you can’t even think of breaking your hot embrace with his mouth, too occupied with the warmth.

The guttural sound that vibrates from his chest is deep and captivating, he feels your slick walls tighten around his fingers and he grins into the kiss. He picks up the pace, and you peer down to watch the water follow the agile movements of his arm, the tendons and muscle tense along his skin. But nothing is as enticing as the jut of his hips as he nears his orgasm, the heaving of his chest as he struggles to endure it for the sake of prolonged pleasure.

It becomes too much for him, the burning sensation of your hands and the way you practically tug at his erection. He has to release your mouth to exhale heavy breaths, practically pants that come deep and long. He fights hard to persist in his own task, making certain the pressure on your sensitive inner walls is relentless and precise.

His tan thighs quiver with the last seconds of his tenacity, he slides his fingers harder and deeper until your own legs tremble and your body feels like it’s on fire. When he can’t hold off any longer, he curses and shuts his eyes tight, focusing on nothing but the sensation of your hands and the heat coiling in his groin. You direct your attention to the top of his erection, enclosing the thick head with your palm and twisting fast. Not a second later, he comes hard. He lifts his head to the ceiling and moans long and loud, body shuddering with the intensity of his release. It stains your hands, thick and creamy and looking tempting as ever.

How he has it in him to finish so enthusiastically after the day’s events, you don’t know, but you’re grateful—also grateful that he never subsides with his own efforts and works you to your own toe-curling orgasm.

The harmony of moans and groans takes over the steamy room and it’s impossible to breath. You’re both still reeling from the pleasure but there’s no reason to rush, no reason to come out of the euphoria with any haste.

After recuperating, he hums in contentment and chuckles, jovial as ever. “I think we have to refill the tub and wash off again.”

So as of now, I’ve done everything I can on my part in terms of trying to gain back access to this blog. I’m managing from my mobile app now, but that could log me out at any time, plus I plan on getting a new phone in a month or two so it’s inevitable that I’ll lose the blog completely. So unless tumblr staff miraculously decides to fix their shitty mistake, it’s pretty set now that @hoe-imaginess will be my new blog. This really sucks and I hate that I’ll kind of have to “start from scratch” but a lot of you have already followed me on that blog and I appreciate it so much, the loyalty just really helps me through all of this.

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Kakashi Hatake

•Kakashi can be a little shit so there honestly wouldn’t be a full nine months of his s/o being pregnant without a few jokes. Five months into the pregnancy he could wake up one morning and see his s/o’s stomach and just be like “Wow, you sure ate a lot of ramen last night didn’t you”

•While he’d be very chill and wouldn’t overwhelm his s/o, he’d still be protective. He’d prefer they not go out more than necessary, and if they did, he’d like to be with them. You just never know what could go wrong, and he low  key likes hearing people around the village congratulate him and his s/o about the baby, he likes to be there to hear it

•He won’t be overly affectionate tbh. He may occasionally talk to the baby in his s/o’s stomach, mostly saying funny things and joking. At the end of a long day he may like to lie down with his s/o and rub their stomach nonchalantly, but mostly he wouldn’t go overboard, he’d just settle with the anticipation of being a dad and he’d appreciate it for what it is

•Internally, he would get just a tad giddy though. Most of the affection and excitement he’ll keep to himself. He’d just look at his s/o sleeping, look at their belly, and think of how lucky he is and all the things he could do with his child when they were born

Ayyyyyyyyy

Aomine Daiki: He’ll be mesmerized almost instantly, and he’s pretty awful at staying low key about these things so he’d be blatantly staring. He could be mid-conversation and he’d just stop. He wouldn’t be paying attention to anything else but them. All of this would happen in a few seconds, and then of course, he’d impetuously decide to go over and speak to them. Whether his impromptu pick up lines work or not, it doesn’t really matter, because if they were super confident and weren’t flattered by the compliment, or surprised by it, he’d get pissed off. It would hurt his pride and he’d feel dumb for approaching them. He’s the type who may be like “you know what never mind, you’re not that great anyway”, but that attitude wouldn’t stick for very long, he’d probably try again the next day

Kagami Taiga: He too, would be ogling them, but he might be more reluctant and anxious, wondering what he should do about it. He may ask about them first, see if one of his friends know them before deciding on anything. It may take him a few days to gather the courage to go speak to them, and he’d be very casual about it. The good thing about that is that he wouldn’t be met with their confident demeanor in full force, as that might be a shock to him. So he’d try to take things at a slow pace, being careful of their confidence so he wouldn’t take it as a challenge and become too forceful, like he usually does

I’m gonna go ahead and start getting things rolling on this blog, so in a few hours I’ll open the box for headcanon requests only!

Hello friend! Its the naruto voyeur anon! After some thought i was gonna say maybe Kiba blabbed to the konoha 12 guys about what he saw and they all were talked into watching then kakashi walks by and sees everyone hurled together and when he investigates he watches too! I just have a thing for a large amount of ppl watching lol and maybe reader suggests public sex cus they ended up low key liking it

I reallllly didn’t know how to write this without making some characters too OOC so I didn’t put everyone in there, and I probably didn’t go as in depth as you would have liked, sorry about that fam, just didn’t wanna go in a weird direction ya feel? Hope it suffices though. Continuation of this

Naruto voyeurism NSFW scenario

Much to your dismay and horror, the speculation that lingered with Naruto’s mischievous actions weighed at the back of your mind with an awful appeal. It didn’t take very long to succumb to the temptation and at the fraction of willingness, Naruto jumped at the first opportunity to take you again.

Not halfway back to your house and he’s convinced you with enthusiasm that’s driven by his neglected arousal, and you’re back in an alley. You feel like you should feel accustomed to this, and you do. And it feels so lewd.

He’s giddy at this notion, feels like he’s the luckiest guy on earth and not for the first time that day. To have you like this again is more than he could ever ask for, and he barely has his pants down his hips before he’s pressing into you again.

The entrance startles you but you have no need to adjust. Though not completely prepared since your last scandalous endeavor, your nerves overcome the need for sufficiency and you buck back into him for purchase.

His cheeky smile is telling of his fervor and he wastes no time, thrusting into you fast and hard from the start to reach the pinnacle he’s desperate for.

Shit, you think, shit shit shit. After the earlier humiliation, you thought you would have learned better. He’s taking you over an old crate by the side of a tea shop, and this cover is even less effective than the previous alley. You even think attention is bound to be drawn to the two of you with the way the crate knocks against the side of the shop. Your eyes flicker to each side of the visible street. There’s a book shop directly in front of you, yards away, but it seems relatively empty and you decide to fix your eyes on the ground to save yourself the hysteria.

Naruto keeps his eyes shut tight, too lost in the pleasure to care about his surroundings, hoping you’ve taken up that task. It’s by coincidence Kiba comes across what he’s searching for. He only meant to catch up to Naruto, ask him just how he convinced you to go along with what you did, maybe tease him a little, but he didn’t expect to find this.

Luckily his reflexes are sharper than before, calloused by his previous reaction, and he steps back to the cover of the wall, peeking over to see if what he’s seeing is real. Does Naruto never learn?

Sakura, assumingly for the sake of her teammate, had made Kiba and Ino promise not to gossip about the incident. But now, how could he not? He wouldn’t be going back on his promise, this was after all, a separate incident.

~

Kakashi has always tried to ignore the trivialities of Konoha life, especially when it came to his students. He’s not surprised to see Kiba causing a fuss among the graduates, but what draws him in is the excited intent in his voice and the eagerness in his step.

He tries to convince himself not to let the concern get to him, but it does. When he follows Kiba and his posse, consisting of Sakura, Tenten, and Team 10, he ponders the situation. It’s Shikamaru’s presence that arouses Kakashi’s curiosity. The Nara boy is not one easily stirred, which begs the question of what exactly is so imperative.

When he arrives at the book shop, he doesn’t know what to think. He’s still retaining his obscurity behind the front door, and he wonders why the six of them seem to have no idea of the meaning behind covertness. Some of them are trying, at least, pretending to browse the books, peeking up through the window every so often. It’s Kiba and Choji who give it no thought; they stand right at the window and stare out.

Kakashi follows their eyes, across the street and down a shallow alley, right behind a box of crates. Seeing you and Naruto doesn’t impact him in a way that he knows it should. All thoughts cease momentarily, then when his mind can work again he only thinks, surprising, but not surprising.

Naruto thrusts up into you again with a little too much vigor and your chest skids harshly across the crate. It chafes your skin like something fierce but you hold back the need to cry out. Naruto’s movements occupy your mind anyway, the pleasure defeats all other concerns.

Already experienced, you find it’s easier to settle with the exposure. It gives you an odd sense of security, even though you know that’s probably not rational. If only you knew.

Kakashi can’t tear his eyes away for some reason. He’s not exactly deriving anything significant from this, just curiosity. Vulgar as it is, he considers it a natural thing. If it were up to him, maybe he wouldn’t have chosen such an open place, especially knowing there were more than a few eavesdroppers among the graduates.

His rationality kicks in and looks away. Repulsion picks at his brain but he puts it aside for now in favor of focusing on the students. By this point, most have given up their cover, no longer fluctuating between the books and Naruto’s exhibition. Now they all stare, only fidgeting and averting their eyes when they notice one another’s fixation. Good, Kakashi thinks. They should feel ashamed.

Not wasting time or feeling hesitant, he walks right into the shop, not surprised that he goes unnoticed until he speaks.

“So,” he begins, and everyone jumps, “what’s everyone doing here all at once?”

He’s surprised Kiba doesn’t fly out of his skin with the speed in which he whirls around. Every one else comes to attention, only Shikamaru catches his cool in a fraction of a second. But even then, he doesn’t know what to say.

Sakura opens her mouth but Kakashi speaks before she can process an excuse.

“I don’t think it’s very proper of you all to be here spying like you are,” he says. “I’m sure you could be doing other things, no?”

“Spying?” Kiba blurts, feigning his best look of alarm. “No, we’re just—“

“Whatever it is,” Kakashi interrupts, “seeing as how no one here excels in confidentiality, I don’t think it would be a good idea to continue.”

No one speaks, they’re all burning with the embarrassment of being caught—which they now realize is hypocritical given what they’re doing—and don’t know what move to make.

Kiba seems like he’s about to protest, but Shikamaru moves first, calmly walking past the group and out the door. “How about everyone just pretend this never happened,” he says on his way out.

It shocks everyone back to reality and they suddenly adhere to the wave of disgust and guilt. Sakura is the first to follow Shikamaru, ignoring the eyes of her sensei and practically dashing out once out of his range. Slowly, everyone else files out at once, a mutual consensus seemingly taking priority over their need to pry.

Kakashi glances over his shoulder to see a few of them, Kiba and Ino in particular, trying to steal one last peek at you and Naruto before they have to follow the majority.

Kakashi gives it another moment before he’s sure the coast is clear. He wouldn’t want them to hold him to this endeavor, but even he admits this is too inviting to ignore.

He settles behind a shelf of scrolls, one hand in his pocket, nonchalant as ever. It takes a few moments of determination before he raises his eyes to the scene across the street.

He’s sure you’re satisfied, but it looks as if your movements are too harsh and too erratic, though by account of Naruto’s thrusts. He’s thankful you’re clothed; he’d feel a little too corrupt if he witnessed that. It’s enough he’s come across his student and their lover like this, but to be purposely spying on them… He wonders if he’s been reading too many of Jiraiya-sama’s books.

He takes it more as a critique, like he’s evaluating his student’s abilities. Actually, that makes it all the worse. That sounds gross. But there’s no other excuse he can conjure up.

Maybe he wants to know the way it works, how one is supposed to indulge in this kind of thing. Of course all the Icha Icha should have honed his tastes, made it apparent why he couldn’t look away from this.

The fact he sent the others away under the reprimanding of obscenity should ring the hypocritical bells in his head, but it doesn’t. He sees it as saving their innocence, assuming they had any left after this incident.

He sees Naruto drive into you particularly hard and the expression on your face is captivating. It’s so wanton and in turn, he feels ashamed. You’ve always been just an acquaintance of Kakashi’s, maybe a little more on account of your relationship with Naruto. He’d never imagined that he would see you like this, the lines of your face etched into pleasurable turmoil and desperate need.

It’s a real shell-shock, he doesn’t know what to think or how to feel. All he can focus on is the way your body undulates with Naruto’s motions, how concentrated the boy looks. Maybe he should have disappeared as soon as the others left. Maybe he should disappear now, but his feet are planted to the floor and he feels he’d regret it if he did leave. He feels so awful, he always felt that Jiraiya-sama’s voyeuristic endeavors were in poor taste, but now here he is.

It’s not that he derives pleasure from watching this, at least he thinks so. It’s just fascinating that Naruto would be so bold, that you would. He never knew you had it in you.

Naruto’s pace loses precision and he’s jerking into you now, fighting the last ends of his endurance so he can indulge his climax. You’ve already found your orgasm, limbs shaking and vision going white. It takes all your will to put down a necessary whimper, but Naruto isn’t so composed and he comes with a loud groan.

From his place in the shop, Kakashi swears he can hear it, but he pushes that thought away as you two simmer down from your climax. A sense of relief fills him that’s probably not as immense as what you’re feeling, but he’s glad it’s over so he can finally tear his eyes away.

He doesn’t want to sit around and watch the aftermath, he thinks he’s seen enough and figures he shouldn’t be caught in the area should one of you happen to notice.