#cannibal!reader

Sesshomaru

He'd find it disgusting at first, but when you take down an enemy in order to save Rin his opinion changes.

You always look more radiant after you have fed.

Sometimes he catches Jakken teasing you about your table manners. Sesshomaru gives a faint smile from the shadows and a small nod of approval.

Doesn't matter if the enemy is human or demon, if they attack first, their last moments are spent with their flesh being torn apart between your fangs.

Kakashi

Honestly, he's going to be grossed out.

You two met back in his Anbu days, while on a mission to a snowy mountainous region the enemy got the better of you two, resulting in you two having to hide in a cave.

Naturally, there weren't a lot of resources for the both of you, so while he slept you out on a hunt.

In the morning, he awoke to the smell of meat cooking. It's a deer; an expertly hunted deer.

"How did you manage to break down the deer while I was sleeping?" He asks while you hand him some meat.

"I went out and killed the enemy ninjas who were after us," you answered back. "I also took a deer and some supplies." You smiled while handing him a mug of coffee.

He silently prays you killed them quickly, he can only imagine how your canines looked oozed over with crimson liquid.

Or how frightened the enemy was when they saw you feasting on their comrade's innards. The glistening noodle-like flesh hanging out of your mouth, like a dog who caught the tennis ball.

Dabi

As far as villainy goes, Dabi has seen it all. Hell, he's seen, comrades explode and get their arms blown off, but this was different.

You, Dabi, and Spinner went to go intimidate a rival of the league's and let's just say things got out of control really fast.

The enemy boss was giving a speech and shit and started touching you. Hand groping your ass, then greasy fingers skating up to your face.

Same fingers are tracing your lips. He laughs as you greedily suck in his fingers, you know as a joke.

Turquoise flames roared to life as the degenerate startrited calling you obscenities.

Before the villain had a chance to move, the shrill screams from the greasy pervert filled the room. he falls on his ass while cowering away from you, Dabi notices your lips are now wet with crimson rivulets as you chew mirthfully while you stalk your prey.

Eyes clouded over with carmine while your sclera is black. While you were teasing your prey, tongue wrapping around three of his fingers, your teeth clamped down on his sinewy flesh as the warmth of his blood flooded your mouth.

"Fat asses like you always smell like bacon, and it makes me so hungry." you laugh.

It’s more of a distraction than anything, sometimes that buzzing under your ribcage hums too loud to ignore, sensitive to every little thing. The thrum of your heart as it beats inside of your chest, inhuman hunger kneading in the pit of your stomach, an ache in your gums. It settles in your gut as Dex clambers over you, cock sheathing so deep you can only keen and scratch the pale skin of his rigid shoulders, your gaze set on the vein trailing up his throat, taunting you. Your mind resorts to memories, distant far away ones that stir the hunger clawing up from under your skin. 

Thick blood that dots skin and seeps into the silk fabric sheets; a puddle of crimson beneath their head where your previous victim had laid. The blacks in their eyes are blown, sickly thin lips hung open, body limp and still. The sinews that bind them split horrifically, tissue bared openly through torn skin. On their face, flesh hangs off in thick flaps of muscle, where you had chewed down to the bone. Your victims' wounds are sticky and weeping, pooling and swallowed into the sheets. The weeping body, losing its shape on the sunken mattress, is nothing but heaps of flesh and gore, skin a sickly gray muted color. 

I think overtime the hazy look in your eye is more than a tell, it had been an odd idea, tickling to subside the ravenous bare of your teeth as you subconsciously claw for Dex’s throat, desperate to tear into the marred skin while he rocked into you. Initially, sex had been the deterrent. But the proximity had proved an issue, several scars scattered across Dex’s skin in the shape of your teeth to prove such. Tickling, as surprising as it was, worked. His fingers dipping down into your sides to press into the sensitive dip of your waist, the sensation making his hips rut involuntarily when your pussy clenches onto him, velvety walls fluttering around his length, soft mewls slowly returning from your muted silence as the dull ache under your ribs subsided into something else. Though over time, that stops working too. Dull bruising fingers pressed into your sides doesn’t sway your blood thirst, canines dragging too close to the steady heartbeat under the veil of his skin. The pain stimulates you for only so long. He’d let you sink your teeth into him if he wasn’t so sure you might kill him,