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seraphdreams · 1 year

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DREAMIN' — underground racing miniseries.

“being a pretty flag girl is more than waving around banners and wearing cute skirts.”

WARNINGS. this series contains an ungodly amount of smut. reader discretion is advised. topics explored are: gangbanging, drugs, gang activities, semi-dark content, weapons, dub/noncon. each fic will be tagged with its own warnings. 18+ only.

NOTE. finally putting out this series that i’ve been thinking about for a while now. i hope you all enjoy it. each fic is inspired by a song so listen to them!

— STARTING LINE UP.

PART I — NO PHOTOS.

SHIBUYA CITY CHAMPION, BAJI KEISUKE GOES HEAD TO HEAD WITH KAZUTORA HANEMIYA.

PART II — BLINDING LIGHTS.

BRAHMAN’S PRINCESS RACES AGAINST BONTEN’S MASTERMIND, MANJIROU SANO.

PART III — P POWER.

DRAKEN V. HANMA SHUJI.

PART IV — TASTE.

IZANA KUROKAWA FLIES ALL THE WAY FROM MANILA TO RACE AGAINST BEST FRIEND, KAKUCHO HITTO!

PART V — TO BE ANNOUNCED.

Bonten had somewhat of a ritual. It wasn’t anything too crazy like pentagrams or summoning the dead relatives of their victims, but something that made them, them. It was the driving force of all their operations, the sole source that kept the organization afloat. When things went awry they knew they could always count on this one thing, something minor yet major.

Money.

Money granted them connections to criminal organizations around the world. Allies established, and enemies gained. The issue here was that Bonten was bored. All the money in the world couldn’t snatch them from their odd day to day realities of being glorified hitmen, they needed excitement. Something new.

“Any ideas?” All 8 of the men sat around the large lacquered oak table with a particular noble at the forefront. He wore a black suit with a white tie that complimented the strands atop his head. His gaze was empty, as if the light had died out ages ago. There’s two standing beside him, one with a blond skunk strip and slick back hair, the other with the same style except it was platinum all around and a short beard adorned the lower half of his face.

If you didn’t know them, you’d steer clear—They looked intimidating, terrifying almost. You knew Bonten too well though; under all that hardened criminalism were just regular salarymen.

You stood next to where Koko sat. A snarky young man with low patience. It’s hard for you to get under his skin like the others do, and though he’d never admit it, he did have a thing for his little assistant. “We already do so much, I doubt taking on other projects would benefit us financially.” Koko retorts to Mikey’s query. His hands are folded under his chin, propping his head up as if he was bored of the conversation that only lasted two minutes so far.

“Look at you only thinkin’ ‘bout a quick buck. Ya never change, do ya?” It was Sanzu who spoke. Eccentric as he is, when Mikey was in the room he was loyal like a dog. He was one of the many variables that contributed to Kokonoi’s premature graying. Never have they ever gotten along.

“It’s not always about profit. We could expand territory and utilize it for something bigger like weapon trade, or women.” The eldest Haitani spoke. You favored something about him, possibly the eyes or his charismatic nature. He was a caring soul as well, he put his brother above his own life whether Rindou liked it or not. “Bouncing off Ran’s idea, what about Okinawa?” Kakucho uttered.

Usually you tuned out business talk, it wasn’t important to your job. All you were paid to do was look pretty and occasionally pass out paperwork, but the topic at hand piqued your interest. Hitto continues, “We own land in Okinawa, we could build another headquarters there, a casino maybe?”

It seemed as though Manjiro finally took his children into consideration, nodding along with the conversation. “A casino is for idiots, let’s do underground racing.” Sanzu adds. There’s silence and judgmental stares before Mikey finally allows himself to speak once more. “I like it.”

“You can’t be serious, Boss?” Takeomi asks from his spot behind. “How can we even—”

It’s Hajime who interjects this time, the wheels seemingly turning in his head. “If we combine both Hitto and his idea, we could host bets and call in racers. I’m thinking motorcycles over cars. We can’t risk importing illegal vehicles overseas.”

That was just it. The very proposal that’ll put words to action. With a seance of agreeances, Mikey turns to Rindou for finalization. “Make it happen, Haitani.” Rin nods before taking a quick glance at you and back to his leader. “A flag girl’ll be nice too, preferably a hot bimbo.”

You were too fixated on checking your fresh manicure to feel the stares of all the men burning into your frame. The clearing of Kakucho’s throat pulls you from your focus and you finally make the realization. “Hm?”

Mikey tunes his attention back to Rindou, the one notorious for his connections with about any and everyone. “Call up your best racers and fly them to Okinawa. Set up a hotel and headquarters while you’re at it. Let’s take a little business trip.”

With the meeting adjourned, the plan sets in motion.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 19: Double penetration + Aphrodisiacs

Pairings: Wakasa x Senju x reader (polyship)

Warnings: Male!reader, top/dom!reader, sub/bottom!Wakasa, top/switch!Senju, trans characters, double penetration, aphrodisiacs, overstimulation, dacryphilia, breeding kink

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Prompt List by: sakuyaserenitykira 🧡

Author's Note: Transgender sex yippee!! This is one of the prompts that I was most excited to write about, I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it 💞🏳️‍⚧️

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Well, this wasn't exactly how this situation was supposed to go down... Your original plan was to purchase some special chocolates laced with aphrodisiacs and try them out with your partners. However, one of them was a bit too nosey and discovered your hiding place for said treats, eating several of them as a snack

Now Wakasa was a total mess. A little while after consuming the secret treats, he started to feel strange. The living room became unbearably hot, sweating as the oversized t-shirt that he wore clung to his back uncomfortably. He became restless as a wave of desire crashed over him, causing his exposed pussy to leak all over the couch even as it was untouched

Wakasa called for you, whining your name across the house while his hand clamped over his cunt in an attempt to keep the wetness inside, his other hand gripping the couch cushion below him as he involuntarily humped the hand in between his legs

Senju arrived first, hearing the cries from the next room over and rushing over to check on her boyfriend. “Waka? You ok?” She asked, peeking around the door frame, gasping when she noticed Wakasa fingering himself and biting his hand to stifle loud moans

“What's wrong, baby? You sound like you're in pa–” Your words were cut short when you too noticed the smaller man's situation. His soaked cunt on display for anyone that walked into the room to see, fucking himself with his fingers faster as wanton moans filled the entire room

You exchanged a look with Senju, worry evident on both of your faces as you quickly walked over to the couch. Senju gently placed a hand on his arm and it caused him to whine and arch his back a bit, an incomprehensible pleasure taking over as every nerve was lit on fire at once. Wakasa groaned while taking a hold of her wrist and guiding her small hand to his aching pussy, wordlessly begging the blushing woman to help him. “You pent up or something? Still thinking about last night?” Senju questioned, hesitantly circling her fingers around his dripping entrance before dipping two fingers inside as Wakasa keened in response

Taking a seat next to him, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead to check for a fever. He felt warm, but the rest of his body did too, noticing the sweat pooling on the back of his neck and on the small of his back. Wakasa leaned into every touch, panting as Senju curled her fingers inside of him, finding his g-spot and pressing harder against the sensitive area with every thrust of her fingers

“I-I...I don't know why...aaahh fuck!! ” His stammered speech was cut off as he came. Hard. His slender legs twitching in the air as every bit of oxygen was ripped from his lungs. Senju gently rubbed his wet folds, slowing her movements to bring him down from his high calmly. When Wakasa had relaxed enough to speak coherently, he continued with his earlier sentence, “A-all I did was...I grabbed a snack from your room...” He said, lazily turning his head towards you

Those last three words caused your muscles to tense, remembering where you hid the chocolates and assuming that those were the culprit of this sudden behavior. “Waka... were those snacks in a red, heart-shaped box on my nightstand?” You asked, cupping his face in your large hand. He seemed a little shocked that you could pinpoint their exact location, even though they were in your bedroom...

“Honey... those had aphrodisiacs in them...” You explained, mentally hitting yourself for not hiding them in a better spot. “I bought them for the two of you to try. Maybe spice it up a bit next time we had sex.”

“Oh...shit...” Wakasa curled in on himself, upset that he ruined the surprise but also embarrassed from his desperation. “'M sorry...” He nuzzled into the hand still cupping his warm cheek, fidgeting with your sleeve. You laughed a bit at his sheepishness, shaking your head as you soothed him, reassuring him that you're not mad and that you're glad he's not hurt. Senju rubs his thigh soothingly, though in his current state the gesture instead causes him to squirm and blush. Needy whines reverberate through the room as Wakasa begs you both to help him through this rut, “Please...need you to– need both of you to fuck me...”

Senju's green eyes meet yours for a moment, your lips curling into a smirk as you nod at her, swiftly grabbing Wakasa's ankles and spinning him so that he's lying flat on the couch. You signal for Senju to stand up, instructing her to “Fill our pretty boy's mouth, since he won't be able to control his volume in this state.” She looks down at Wakasa for any signs of disagreement, finding none as he's already tipped his head back, opening his mouth in an eager display. Senju slides her sweatpants down, kicking them off as they reach her ankles then positioning herself above Wakasa's head, letting the tip of her cock rest against his tongue

At the other end of the couch, your own pants have already been discarded, taking in the sight of Wakasa's still wet cunt while you stroke yourself. Collecting some of his juices on your fingers and using that to lube yourself up, the action earning a whine from the man underneath you. His mouth is currently occupied by Senju's cock, gradually working it deeper down his throat and moaning around her length like a whore. Wakasa's hips jerk when he feels your thick cock resting against his folds, rubbing in between his lips and coaxing more of his juices to drip out of his hole

Wakasa's whole body jerks when you slap your dick on his clit a few times before sliding inside, groaning at how tight his pussy feels. His warm walls squeeze around your shaft as it penetrates deeper and deeper, practically sucking you in and clenching to prevent you from pulling out. Senju moans above him as her cock head hits the back of his throat, thrusting sharply to chase that tight feeling of his throat constricting around her

He begins to gag around her length, continuing to moan and wrapping his hands around her thighs to push her deeper down his esophagus. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you both push in at the same time, filling him with two cocks at once. It's you who picks up the pace first, thrusting into Wakasa's pussy as it clenches around you. Gentle hands hold his waist while you fuck him deeply, his legs naturally wrapping around your hips as always

“Aah~ Feels good, Waka...your mouth is amazing!” Senju cries out, rolling her small hips into his wet mouth while her hands explore his chest. She bites her lip as her hips stutter, edging closer to her orgasm with each thrust. Noticing this, you lean forward and grab her chin, causing her lips to part and stick out. She moans into your mouth as you kiss her deeply, sliding your tongue against hers while you thrust into Wakasa harshly, pulling apart slightly to growl into her ear, “Cum down his throat, baby. Chase that feeling for me.” Senju's hips stuttered once again, fucking into that tight hole faster until her body stiffens, dick twitching as she unloads down Wakasa's throat. “Yeah, good girl. Feels good, doesn't it? ”

After leaving another chaste kiss to her lips, you pull away to chase your own release, groaning as your cock glides in and out of Wakasa's pussy with ease. His body craving your load inside of him as his walls squeeze you until you finally cum, filling his sweet little pussy up

The sounds of loud panting and giggling fill the room while all three of you calm down, pulling out of Wakasa gently. He whines at the empty feeling in his mouth and cunt, craving your cocks shoved inside of him desperately. “Shh, I know baby, I know. We're not done yet.” You coo, helping him sit up while his pretty lashes flutter from your hand touching the small of his back

“Lay down, babygirl. You're gonna stretch open Waka's ass next.” Senju blushed at the command, her dick twitching just from thinking about his tight hole squeezing another load out of her. She obeyed your instructions swiftly, getting comfortable on the plush cushions and awaiting your next move

“Touch yourself for me, I want you to be rock hard by the time I'm done prepping him.” You ordered, slipping your fingers past Wakasa's soft lips, grinning when he immediately began sucking on them, clinging to your wrist and pushing your fingers further down his own throat. Your free hand held the back of his head as you fingerfucked his mouth, thrusting your digits in and out like you would to his cunt. Wakasa's eyes rolled back as he choked on your fingers, lewd, wet noises emanating from his orifice until you swiftly removed them. He immediately gasped and coughed while some drool spilled from his mouth

Senju moaned loudly while her hands glided up and down her length, transfixed on the way you slipped your fingers inside of Wakasa's ass with ease, scissoring them and making him cry out while grinding down on your digits. She whimpered when you leaned forward to slap the inside of her thigh, silently asking her to open her legs to make room for Wakasa

Being oh so gentle, you laid Wakasa down on Senju's chest, letting her grip his hips while you stroked her cock a little more, bringing her right to the edge and then stopping. Lining her dick up with his hole and jerking her off until she slipped inside, shallowly thrusting into his tight ass until he was ready to take more. She was so close already, biting her lip and trying to hold back until you were inside of him too, as she was sure you'd punish her for cumming too early...

“Keep moving. Edge yourself, honey. Promise it'll feel so good when you can finally fill him up.” You said, pumping your own dick until you were at full hardness again, leaning down a bit to leave a bite mark on Waka's chest. Lining yourself up next, you slowly plunged back into his pussy, earning a pretty moan from the smaller man. His chest heaved as he was completely stuffed, a visible bulge in his stomach from the two dicks situated inside

Slowly, you began thrusting, your entire member being pulled out before sliding all the way back in. Wakasa's sounds filled your ears as he quickly became a little cockslut, begging for you both, “Aaahh!! Harder! Fuck... right there—!! ” Senju gladly complied, so close to cumming but still holding out because his hole feels too damn good. She cries out for permission, begging you to grant her that before she loses her mind. You decide to be a bit merciful, telling her to, “Cum if you need to, baby. Breed his pretty ass.”

At your request, she shot her load inside of him, hips stuttering wildly as Wakasa screamed her name in pleasure. His hole greedily accepted the fluid by clenching around her cock, milking everything out of her throbbing length while she wrapped her arms around his torso. Senju mewled, as she could still feel your dick pounding Wakasa's cunt. Every thrust rubbing against her own dick, still buried to the hilt within his walls

Your hips snapped into his, causing both of your partners to bounce from the harsh thrusts. “God...I'm so close, Waka. Gonna...breed your little pussy. ” Wakasa's eyes widened, mewling from the mere mention of being bred, which he oh so adored even though he couldn't get pregnant. His breeding kink knew no bounds

Circling his clit with your thumb, you brought Wakasa closer and closer to his release, fucking into him faster to chase your own. You came deep within him, filling his womb with your sticky seed. The feeling of you flooding his cunt caused Wakasa to cum soon after, spasming in between your bodies. Panting heavily, your muscles began to relax, feeling your partners relaxing underneath you

Senju slowly pulled out first, her cock softening while she caught her breath. You pulled out next, slipping out easily with a groan. Rubbing Wakasa's hips lovingly while his hazy mind gradually came to. His eyes focused on your smiling face as you reached out to cup his cheek again, rubbing your thumb across the skin gently

You eventually stood up, lifting Waka off of Senju and setting him down in what was previously your spot, leaning him against the back of the couch then moving over to prop Senju up as well. Dashing off to the bathroom to grab a warm cloth, cleaning the two of them off before doing the same to yourself. Afterwards, you cuddled up with both of your partners, letting each of them get comfortable and nuzzle into your sides as they fell asleep with you

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

Tagging: @anxious-chick @steadybreadbluebird @6kabuki

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benkeibear · 11 months

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⋆꙳✧༄ Oral pleasure

❖ Characters: Yuzuha, Senju, Hina

❖ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

❖ Summary: You love to please your girl, going above and beyond just for their pleasure

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader at Yuzuha, dom!leaning reader at Hina, fingering, oral (receiving and giving), face sitting, 69, a little Takemichi slander (sorry not sorry)

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☰Yuzuha:

ꕤ I kind of feel sorry for you

ꕤ Yuzuha is a little shocked to hear you begging to please her, not just ask, no you were full on whining and begging

ꕤ “Oh? You want to eat me out so bad, dove? Lay down pretty for me” she hums, a sweet smirk on her lips

ꕤ Of course you listen and lay down on her soft bed right away - fatal mistake now she knows how obedient and needy you are

ꕤ She laughs softly at how eager you are to have her sit on your face and wastes no time to take a seat

ꕤ Her wet cunt hovers just above your mouth yet you can't reach it. You feel the heat radiating off of it but her thighs keep you locked in place

ꕤ “you're almost drooling. So pathetic” she giggles and finally lowers herself, letting your tongue taste her arousal

ꕤ Yuzuha makes sure you enjoy yourself beneath her, your eyes shining and rolling back into your head

ꕤ right before she releases she grabs a fist full of hair and rides your face recklessly, her mind only on her pleasure and when you moan into her, these vibrations send her over the edge

ꕤ you can feel her thighs quiver around your head and her arousal leaking right onto your hot tongue

ꕤ it's almost suffocating you but when she starts grinding against your tongue again you know this will be a long night

☰ Senju:

ꕤ Senju almost gasps when you beg her to eat her out, not having expected that you're going to be this bold

ꕤ But who is she to deny you your sweet wishes?

ꕤ it all starts soft and gentle with her, kisses, feeling each other up and then she goes to sit on your pretty face - something she loves more than anything

ꕤ Your hands are resting on her hips and thighs, giving you the power to control her movements and to go at your own pace

ꕤ Senju leans back slightly, feeling herself floating up to cloud nine when your tongue dances over her clit

ꕤ between sweet moans you can hear her whimper how it's unfair- so unfair

ꕤ and before you know it, she turns around, grinding her sweet pussy back against your tongue but this time being able to dive into your own, giving each other pleasure

ꕤ She's a little menace, parting your lips and spitting on your clit before eagerly sucking on it while her tongue flicks over it

ꕤ Both of you get so lost in pleasure, letting each other orgasm over and over and eagerly lapping up your juices

ꕤ Senju gets so drunk on your pussy the same way you do with hers and it's almost impossible for either of you to stop - going until one has to tap out from overstimulation which is usually you

ꕤ But Senju never needs to worry, her eager little flower wont stop licking her cunt until she too had her fill

☰ Hina:

ꕤ Hina was quite shy when you - her best friend - proposed this idea to her in order to get over Takemichi (sorry my dude) who just couldn't treat her right

ꕤ She was rather hesitant but the thought of being this close with you - to feel what being eaten out is like made her heart beat faster

ꕤ when she agreed to this you beamed with happiness, eyes shining, grin widening

ꕤ Hina was laying on her back, hands covering her flushed face and only taking peaks at you between her thighs, kissing and nibbling at the soft flesh

ꕤ When your kisses finally reached ehr core she gasped, one hand reaching to clutch onto the bed sheets

ꕤ Sweet baby almost felt her soul leave her body when you started with just little kitten licks on her clit before dragging your tongue across her folds in a zigzag motion

ꕤ You felt like you just entered the gates of heaven, your tongue slipping into her entrance to taste more of her sweet arousal, growing addicted to her and her cute reactions

ꕤ Hina was mostly whimpering or moaning softly - such adorable moans, high in pitch, almost sounding shy

ꕤ When you started using your fingers to massage her g spot at the same time you caressed her clit with your tongue it was over for her

ꕤ She moaned your name like a prayer, broken but so heavenly as her hips had a mind of their own, grinding against your face

ꕤ When she seemed to have calmed down her hand traveled from her face to your head, gently pushing you closer to her heat

ꕤ She didn't want to say it out loud but her actions made it clear that she tasted a slice of paradise and wanted more - who knew Hina could be so needy?

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getoswhore · 2 years

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OKAY LISTEN. LISTEN.

imagine having ur very own puppy girl who’s so desperate to see you coming home after a busy day, she gets all excited and runs toward you the second you come home: jumping and hugging you and her tail is literally slapping around 🥹 but her excitement quickly turns into another form of excitement thinking about how needy she was all day and she starts ‘discreetly’ humping your leg <3 glossing it up even through her panties <3 thinking she’s being all slick (literally) ✋

ah i would kill for this tbfh

☰ ft : puppy girl x f! reader

cw/tw : pwp + dry humping, slight praising :p

“my pretty girl, look at you, so needy.” you coo with eager hands splaying wide across the firm, jiggly mounds of her perk ass, helping the little runt to keep up a steady rhythm against you.

she frantically nodding her head with a slippery tongue slobbering out strings of messy drool, some even sticking to her chin and jaw.

she's so pretty when she's this excited; all preppy and eager, perked-up tits rubbing against yours as she grinds herself hard against your thigh, leaving a messy snail trail of her slick to stick against your skin.

“yes, yes! make me feel so good! i love you, i love my owner so much!” she's blabbering, letting words fall from her watering mouth like falling sand–anything coming to her nimble mind tumbles with her rolling tongue without thinking...

it's cute.

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 20: Dirty Talk(Lollipop)

warnings/kinks: smut, fellatio, threesome, sharing a partner, brat kink, dirty talk pairings: Hashirama Senju x Fem!Reader x Madara Uchiha word count: 1.1k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

It’s been like this all day. You’ve been nothing but a brat with both Hashirama and Madara all day, and it was driving the both of them crazy. You’re such a cute little thing, and you definitely mouth out more than you should. You were lucky that Hashirama has better patience than most, but Madara was losing his shit with you. You were just riling them both up, and he was starting to hate the way that it was making his cock so hard.

“You really think you’re in charge here?” he snarls at you.

You cross your arms over your chest, “Oh? And I suppose you think it’s you?”

This makes Hashirama lose his cool. He slams both fists on his desk and both you and Madara look over at him. This was a man now irritated beyond his limit. You had to say you were a little more frightened than you thought you’d have to be. Hashirama was rarely this pissed off, and it made you feel so aroused. You want to apologize for all the brattiness but you also want to see where this goes.

“I am in charge here. It’s my word that is law,” Hashirama finally speaks up. You quiver at the powerful sound of his voice.

Madara chuckles, “Ease up, Hashirama. No need to go full Hokage on us.”

Hashirama frowns, “Listen to me, both of you.”

Your eyes snap to his, and you see the lust so deep within them. He’s had enough teasing for one day, and he’ll make you both behave. It doesn’t matter what he says, he will have his way with the both of you. He pushes his chair back as he finally gets up from his position at the head of the desk.

“She’s been a brat all fucking day,” his words are having such an effect on you. “I need to shut her up with my cock,”

Madara smirks, he thinks he likes where this is going. “Shut her up? Now you’re thinking.”

You pout softly. Of course, you won’t be getting any pleasure just yet. But with the way things are going, you know you aren’t going to regret being so mouthy all day. Finally, you were getting the attention you so desperately craved. You needed it so badly, and being a brat is a for sure way of getting both of them to give you what you need.

“Get on your knees, little slut.” Madara commands first, and Hashirama agrees with him.

You do exactly as you’re told, and you can feel your panties getting wetter. Madara is the first to walk up to you, and he’s loving the way you’ve become so submissive in just an instant. Hashirama coaxes him to continue, and you watch as the Hokage palms himself through his pants. Madara grips you by the back of the neck and he pulls you closer to his crotch.

“You’ll open your mouth for one reason, and one reason only.” Madara warns you as he begins undoing his pants. “You’ll suck my cock, good and proper. Like the good little cumslut you are. If you suck our cocks well, we might take turns making you cum.”

You scoff slightly, “I get nothing guaranteed.”

“Listen to me, you whore, you’ll do as I say or I’ll leave you here. You’ll be so desperate, you might even beg Hashirama’s brother for sex.”

Your eyes widen and you choke back a sob. Madara could be such a mean guy sometimes, but you know he really loves you. It’s been this way for a long time, and while he only is this way with you during the times you’re bratty, his coldness doesn’t bother you too much anymore.

He cups your jaw and pulls you closer. The tip of his cock is slapped against your tongue. He moans as you begin sucking on the head without guidance, and he tugs on your hair a little to pull you in even closer. Eventually, his cock is completely down your throat and you’re struggling to breathe. Madara is so thick, it’s hard to take him like this.

“Fuck,” Madara moans. “Your little mouth is perfect.”

He begins thrusting slowly, letting curses and groans fall from his lips. In the corner of your eye, you can see that Hashirama has his cock pulled out now too and he’s jerking himself off. It’s so incredibly arousing to be used like some kind of whore.

“She really makes it hard not to blow my load,” Madara whines. His balls feel so heavy already.

Hashirama grunts, “Give me a turn then. It’ll make you hold off.”

Madara pulls out of your mouth, giving you just a little bit of time to breathe before Hashirama takes his place. You think that he is going to be gentle with you, but you couldn’t be any more wrong. Hashirama was so sick of you being a brat all day, and he is going to make you pay for pushing all his buttons.

“Are you going to listen to your Hokage next time, little slut?” He slaps your lips with the tip of his cock.

You nod eagerly, “I promise. I’ll listen.”

Madara chuckles darkly. He thinks it’s so funny how submissive you get for Hashirama. Even more so than for himself. Madara loves the bratty girl act, so you tend to keep it up a bit more than with Hashirama. Hashirama has this way about him that just screams authority.

Hashirama’s head falls back in pleasure as he begins fucking your little mouth, “Oh fuck! Such a wet little mouth on our little slut.”

“She’s so perfect for us.”

Drool dribbles from your lips down Hashirama’s long shaft, and then onto his heavy balls. It’s becoming so hard to hang on when you feel so warm and wet inside your pretty little mouth. All he can think of is coating you in his seed and just making a mess out of you.

“I’m going to paint your pretty face with my seed, and you’ll just have to walk around like that all day. You won’t be able to wipe it off,” Hashirama moans, and he feels himself trembling as he gets so much closer.

Madara teases, “She’d love that too much, Hashi. She is our little cumslut after all.”

But Hashirama doesn’t care. He wants to cum so badly. He feels so pent up from all the brattiness today. He pulls out just as he falls off the edge and he strokes himself to completion. Strings of hot cum paint up your face, and he doesn’t stop until he is completely spent.

“Now you look the part of our little whore.”

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tettatonin · 2 years

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RULE 34 ︰ senju

⠀⠀⠀⠀— FOR @ickyism's R/WHORESDOTCOM COLLAB ♡

cws: 18+ NSFW MDNI. fem!reader. vtuber!streamer!senju. use of nicknames (babe/baby/pretty). getting caught. mutual masturbation. 1.9k words.

notes: learned a very valuable lesson when post editor was being so homophobic crashing the page n getting rid of whatever i spent the past hour writing bc i copy pasted a long dash from somewhere else. anyways ty aimee n rekha for beta-ing <33

10:21 PM was the time displayed on the clock at the corner of your screen, the colon in between the numbers blinking as seconds went by and your undereyes felt heavier. your pen twirls in your dominant hand, the other tapping a rhythm onto your tablet resting in your lap.

you've been sat in front of your desktop all day, the same four programs opened but only one window maximized. your drawing software took up all four corners of the screen, messy, lewd sketches of your next commission splayed out on the canvas.

it wasn't like you to get stuck and flustered like this, especially as an nsfw artist but it was already too late reject the commission, half of the payment already spent on rent and granted, your client definitely didn't know you and the vtuber were roommates. the both of you having kept it underwraps for ages.

senju was naturally fine with it when you accidentally let it slip, a part of you constantly forgetting she had an entire tag of r18 drawings of her vtuber avatar — something that looked almost like her — and she enjoyed scrolling through it most times, gasping and clasping a hand over her mouth when she found something juicy while you two were lounging in the same room.

after taking up the commission a couple days ago, you couldn't look her in the eye but still you sat here, clit throbbing in guilty pleasure at the sketches of senju with her legs spread and her tits out, puffy folds dripping with her juices.

heat only pooled in you lower stomach the more you looked at it, etching line after line to make it as you saw in your head until you couldn't take it anymore.

you zoom out on the canvas, hesitation in your actions as you lean back in your chair and pull down your panties with your shorts, letting them dangle off your ankle as you rest your thighs on either side of the armrests.

a chill runs through you as you slide two fingers between your folds, slick stringing between your fingers when you hold them up in front of the screen, the viscous liquid glistening in the light.

as you sucked in a breath, eyes trained on the sketch, you spread your own slick around, embarrassment tensing your body but you stopped caring the better it felt, rubbing the bundle of nerves around in slow, steady circles and quiet, panting breaths leaving you the faster you went.

out loud, you'd never admit you wanted more. that you needed senju to be the one touching you and whispering praises in your ear so you could melt like putty in her hands and see her digits wet with your slick, but the thought of it ever coming to fruition felt impossible even with how close you two were.

and with that, any normal person would feel guilty, but only an ounce of it had dropped in your stomach. you were too caught up in your little fantasy to notice it. you felt hazy, greed finally taking over when your climax started to build up. you wished you’d covered your mouth, your panting had turned to desperate moans and the creak of the door had brought you back to your senses as warm air wafted into the room.

your stomach drops seeing your roommate stand at the doorway, senju’s eyes bearing holes into your body as you do your best to fix yourself while you’re trying to force out anything and assure her it wasn't at all what it looked, but when her gaze shifts to the monitor you stop yourself and let the room fall into a near silence, the white noise from your pc and ac filling the dead air as she moved deeper into your room.

senju shuts the door behind her before she makes her way to you, now being able to get a clearer look at your screen. your heart’s thumping hard against your chest the more you anticipate for her to speak, unaware of the look of curiosity on her face while you try and mentally brace yourself for whatever she might say.

you wanted it over with. it was far too late to hit the alt and tab keys as you sat there, sunken in your chair with your head bowed and your hands gripping the armrests, knuckles paled until senju broke the silence.

“you barely go downstairs anymore.” she talks nonchalantly, standing behind your chair and twirling the string of her jacket on her finger. “you spend so much time in here doing god knows what.”

her hands rest on your shoulders, palms smoothing over the slopes of them before they move down over your chest, your thighs pressing together the lower she goes.

“i was worried about you,” she whispers, her hands snaking up under your hoodie, lifting it up over your stomach in the process. “didn't know this was what you were doing all this time.”

“senju, wait—” you reach up, clutching at her biceps when her palms press to the heat of your skin, cupping and squeezing your bare tits in her gentle hold. and you felt like how she’d always imagined, soft and pillowy like cake.

she presses a quick, experimental kiss to your lips as your head's turned to the side. even with her lips hovering over yours, she was still unsure of where you stood in this situation the more she felt your breath hitch against her while she kneaded you in her hands, squeezing your tits a little gentler. though you were under her touch — something you’ve wanted for so long — you still felt tense, overwhelmed even that you're doing this with her.

“relax, it’s okay.” she assured, speaking softly as he lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “a break for the night isn’t gonna kill you.”

while her lips still hovered over yours, you leaned in, doing your best to deepen the kiss with everything you had until she pulled away for air.

“you were about to cum before i came in, weren't you?” she says. her hands move lower, trailing over your torso to the closed gap between your legs. “spread them again for me.. please?”

the humiliation that weighed you down disappeared as senju pressed a few kisses to the side of your head and while her hands smoothed over your thighs, you hesitantly parted them. she took her time with you, her digits finally getting the chance to soak in your slick, the pad of her finger tapping at your hardened clit and rubbing it in circles until you let out a pleasured sigh.

she glances from you to your monitor, noticing it was the one thing your half-lidded eyes trained on once she broke the kiss.

right off the top of her head, the closest thing senju could call the feeling in her gut was jealousy, but that sounded ridiculous in hindsight even with impatience paired with it the more she was left untouched. an idea pops into her head before she pulls her fingers away, translucent white stringing between her middle and ring finger before they’re put up to your mouth.

“open.” she pushes them past your lips and your brows furrow, the taste of yourself was foreign but your tongue still obediently swirled around her digits. “that’s a good girl,” she praised prior to pulling them out.

she strides closer to your desk, her eyes skimming over the digital canvas as you push your chair back the closer she gets, giving her room to stand in front while she fumbles with your belongings.

“what’re you doing?” you couldn't help but ask as you fixed your posture.

“just making some room,” she says, your tablet and keyboard being pushed aside.

senju props herself up on your desk, sitting on the space she’d cleared and she eyes you with a slight smile, lifting the hem of her top over her chest, her tits spilling from under the tight fabric.

“wanna watch you,” she cups them in her hands, giving them a light squeeze. “wanna feel just as good as you did.”

your hand moves back down between your thighs as the sight takes the air out of your lungs. your breath hitches and heat rises to your face the more her hands roam down her body, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her shorts to spare a moment to take them off. she props her feet up on the desk, heels planted on the edge as she leans back onto one hand, cunt out on full display for you as her fingers part her folds, her slick dimly shining under your white strip lights.

you didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or aroused. your sketch had come to life and you were touching yourself all over again.

senju mimicked your actions, sliding her fingers along her cunt, alternating between rubbing her clit and dipping them into her hole as she watched you get off to her.

"take off your hoodie, baby." she says. "lemme see all of you."

you weren't complaining but still you were shy, having only ever undressed for a small handful of people your entire life but senju gave you confidence. she eyed you eagerly, teasing herself until you pulled the garment off and discarded it.

the cold air made your hair stand on end but you ignored it as you got comfy, resting your legs up on either armrest like before with your hand tracing circles onto your clit.

“you look so pretty like that,” she pants, catching the exact moment her words go right to your cunt, your hole clenching around nothing as her words linger in your mind.

“fuck, senju.” you breathe, heart pounding in your chest.

you could only stare at her though your eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. she was dripping everywhere, her digits coated in a clear layer with some seeping down and onto the surface of your desk.

“i want you so bad.” you let slip, swallowing after when your mouth goes dry from thinking of how she tasted.

her stomach tightens at your words, her fingers curling into her sweet spot and making the schlick of her cunt loud enough to cloud your thoughts.

“go faster for me,” she says, straining back a moan as you follow her order, stuttering out moans as you’re rubbing tighter circles onto your puffy clit. “mhm, just like that. wanna see you cum for me, pretty.”

your head felt too heavy to keep up as senju's praises only went in one ear and out the other, and with your high having been put off more than once in the past few minutes, everything felt like a wet dream, something you’d wake up from right at the climax.

senju’s breathless moans filled the room, her fingers pumping into her cunt at a faster pace as she threw her head back. “fuck, baby, i’m close.” she whined.

you matched her pace, rubbing your clit in tighter circles as soon as you felt that familiar buildup in your gut.

your mouth falls open, unable to hold back when your climax washes over you. your moans and mewls only grew louder, her name slipping past your lips in slurred chants while your hole dripped and clenched around nothing.

senju watched you ride it out, chanting strings of curses until the eventual “cumming, cumming!” once she peaked. she could feel herself tighten up, her fingers curling into her sweet spot one last time, pressing onto it as slick dripped from her and pooled at the edge of your desk.

TAGLIST: @dearkamiya ik u waited a loongg time for this one ++ @21-06-1996 @kazuwhora @mqtsuno @harusick @sweetsbysatori

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kazuwhora · 2 years

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TONGUE TIED — K. SENJU

cw. fem!reader, dom!reader, use of the word dumb, use of pet names pretty, princess, and baby, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, dumbification, squirting

wc. 1.662

an. this is my first submission for my pride collab!! in honour of lesbian visibility week, your resident tumblr lesbian would like to present subby senju <3 enjoy!

“please I—” senju’s breath hitches as your lips graze her neck, admiring the goosebumps that freckle her skin as you smile into her warmth.

she tastes sweet— like leftover perfume and honey, with the soft hint of fresh laundry that lingers on her clothes. you can’t help but trail your fingers up her waist— the satisfaction of knowing that your drag of your fingers alone is enough to make her press her thighs together and her head dips to her chest in shame. she shouldn’t be this easy. she shouldn’t let you get under her skin like this, left to crumble in pieces as your fingers slip under the thin fabric of her shirt, but something about the way your touch and the way you tease her leaves her helpless— just begging to catch her breath.

“what’s wrong pretty?” you mock, jutting your bottom lip out against her neck just enough for her to feel the jest in your voice. “you want more huh?”

senju knows she could move— that she could easily overpower you in one little twist of her body— and yet the way your stature traps her against the wall with your hands slipping past every hem of fabric she wears somehow eases her into your comfort, surrendering her power to you just for now.

she only manages to suck her breath in, waiting and waiting for you to slip a hand between her thigh and give her what she wants. but senju knows better than that. she knows better than to trust her desire for satisfaction in your hands, and yet every time she makes the same mistake. like she wants it.

your voice hums against her skin and senju shrugs her shoulder as if to shake you away— but you only smile as your fingers crawl down her body until your hand has her cunt cupped in your grip. the heat of her arousal bleeds through her clothes— it’s painfully obvious what she wants, but senju has never been one for words. it’s a skill she was learning to master with your guidance alone.

“already so wet for me, pretty” you whisper, and senju whimpers as your teeth trap her skin between them. her thighs press together tighter now— pushing your fingers together just enough for them to rub against her clit as she mewls. “you want more?”

her frantic nods make strands of messy blonde hair she had pinned back fall in front of her face— the shade her eyes as she bites her bottom lip with frustration.

“that’s not enough baby, you know that”

senju whimpers as you pepper tiny kisses up her neck, all the way till you reach her lips where your thumb presses down on the swollen spot she had bitten down on.

“c’mon, you can do it” you whisper, watching with an expectant smirk as she shies away from your gaze and shifts under your touch. “say you want more”

“I—” she stutters, holding words in her throat as her face flushes pink.

“you?” you tease, hovering your lips over hers with your thumb still pressed to her bottom lip.

“I want… more… please….” senju’s words are skewed as she speaks— your thumb catches the syllables just enough for her to sound pathetic and dumb, just like you want her.

“hmmmm” you smirk, letting your thumb trail down her body instead as she swallows the knot of anticipation in her throat. “good enough for me”

senju barely has time to process your words before you’ve got her from where you trapped her against the wall, to the edge of the bed. the carpet burns your knees as you pry her legs apart and nestle your head between them. her skirt is flipped up, exposing her soaked panties for you to see and she’s grabbing at the sheets to hide the shameful display of her arousal. she only stops when your fingers wrap around her tiny wrists— if you didn’t know any better you’d think she would break.

“not so fast princess” you click your tongue with the shake of your head between her thighs and shoo her hands away. “you’re gonna be good for me, m’kay?”

she nods with your direction— she can’t disobey when you’re staring back at her with an eyebrow raised, especially when the pleasure she so desperately craves lies completely in your control. but you smile when her legs relax just enough for you to pull her closer, letting her feet wrap around your neck as your nose presses against her clothed cunt.

“thats it” you coo, tasting the slick that stains her panties as she whines. “good girl— you keep like this, got it?”

another nod is all senju can manage. she wants to hide her face behind a pillow— to shy away from you as your fingers pull away the soaked cotton fabric leaving her more and more exposed to your filthy desires. you can’t help but slip a finger past her folds, soaking yourself in the way she gasps at the sensation. she looks so cute staring back at you with eyes that nearly beg for more. and so you give— you’ve always been a giver, eager to watch her face contort the more you stretch out her tight cunt.

“fuck” you groan, voice vibrating against her clit. “so tight baby, you need me to stretch you out nice ‘n good yeah?” before she can nod again, you shake your head and smirk. “nuh uh— use your words pretty girl”

it’s embarrassing— senju feels like she could disappear if not for the way your fingers make her body tingle. heat pools at her core and spreads across her skin the more you tease with your tongue. she wants to hide under the blankets and shimmy away but the rush of your motions is too much. instead she only whimpers, letting broken moans flood the room as you finally close your lips around her clit.

you know her body better than she knows it herself. all the things that make her tick, all the little spots inside her walls that make her stutter and shake. your fingers curl upwards, pressing on her sweet spot as she chokes on her moans the more her head starts to spin.

senju’s eyes roll back in her head each time your tongue swirls around her puffy clit, sucking and slurping at a relentless pace that she isn’t sure she can handle much longer. she’s ashamed of her sensitivity— ashamed of how little it takes to push her over the edge with how much she can take from anyone but you. she wants to keep you between her legs as long as it takes for your satisfaction, but senju knows it wouldn’t matter anyway. what you want, you get— and the stutters of her hips or the desperate sobs that make her fists grasp at your hair is only the beginning.

“I—” she stutters, again. it seems like the only word she can form now as her head lolls back with pleasure. each flick of your tongue pushes her closer and closer, making her head fill with pleasure as your fingers stretch her cunt and collect the slick that pools in your palm. her whimpers and whines climb in pitch with every step closer to her high until the swirls of your tongue around her clit push her off the edge and into a pool of bliss that washes her body and coats her moans with ecstasy.

but your tongue doesn’t stop.

senju tastes too sweet to pass up so fast, even as she writhes under your hold and pushes you away with her feet. your tongue doesn’t stop.

“I can’t I— it’s too much— ngh!”

the more she squirms, the faster your tongue moves, flicking her swollen clit like torture as tears prick her eyes.

“not done” you mutter, too enthralled with the taste of her pleasure on your tongue as her juices coat your chin. “not done yet” you repeat, holding her legs apart as she cries.

senju knows her pleads for you to stop only serve as fuel for you to continue— she knows the way she writhes and wrestles in your grasp only keeps you between her legs, and yet she can’t seem to stop. she wants it so bad— to let you push her to the brink of tears that drip down her cheeks and soak the ends of her hair stuck to her face. her cries grow weaker and weaker, turning to sobs mixed with stuttered moans as your tongue presses flat against her cunt.

“that’s it baby” you coax, lapping slow strokes as her legs begin to tremble. “gimme one more, m’kay? you can do it princess just gimme one more”

senju nods, pressing her lips together as she grips the sheets beside her until her knuckles turn white. your fingers have her puffy folds spread enough for your lips to wrap around her desperate, swollen clit one last time, letting your tongue kitten lick her bud as you suck and tug at her nerves. she can barely contain herself— legs shaking and squeezing your head between them as her body falls back against the mattress. it’s not till your fingers slip back inside her needy cunt that she gasps, almost lost for a sound as her cunt convulses around you. she’s never felt this before— tears leak from her eyes as her cum sprays across your chin and all the way to your chest. you’re soaked in her arousal, nearly drunk on satisfaction of watching her body pant and struggle to breathe.

“fuck baby” you speak through your own breaths, gathering her juices on your fingers for her to taste. “you did so good for me”

senju only mewls, eyes fucked out and dumb as you paint her lips with her cum.

“such a good girl for me” you hum, stroking her hair as she nestles herself into your chest for comfort.

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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NSFW Alphabet [Tobirama Senju]

Masterlist

B - Body Part

It's not quite a body part, but Tobirama really likes his facial markings. The three red marks that adorn his face are striking, and he often admires them for a moment or two when he shaves in the mornings.

You also adore his crimson streaks, as you like to call them. Your dainty fingers glide across the sharp angles of his jaw until you are tracing the lines under his eyes before dipping to the one on his chin.

"My handsome husband."

He scoffs, shooing your fingers away but secretly he loves it. Craves your attention and the little moments of adoration that you show him.

The marks were something he chose to have imprinted permanently on his skin when he turned of age. It was a promise to himself that he would continue to work hard to protect Konohagakure and turn the village into a prosperous power within the Shinobi world.

A promise that he had kept to his day.

During your early courtship with Tobi, you had asked him what the three red markings meant, to which he replied;

"Mind, technique, body."

I - Intimacy

What most see from Tobirama is not the version of him that you witness. Yes, he can appear grumpy, a little abrupt with no patience for time wasters, but there is a softer side to the Second Hokage that only a select few are privileged to see.

For all his sterner traits, his soft spot really is you.

He can't help the small gentle smile that slides into place when you walk through his office door. The little picnic basket hooked on your arm, he is constantly amazed by how caring and selfless you can be.

His job means he has to spend long hours in his office, mountains of paperwork to look over, assigning missions and listening to important debriefs. Although he is a highly intelligent man, there are times when his concentration slips due to his mind wandering to your current doings.

Tobi wants to spend more time with you, often choosing to rise before the sun to work for a few hours in the hopes that it means he can return to your warming embrace at a reasonable time.

PDA is not a given with your husband, he finds it unnecessary and quite frankly, he doesn't wish for others to see your shared kisses - they are private affairs. However, he does enjoy holding your hand as you stroll the streets of Konoha. His thumb caresses the back of your hand with every step you take.

His favourite moments are when you are both laying in bed, your chin resting on his chest as you play with his silver locks. Chatting about everything and nothing, it is liberating to have someone to rely upon and he adores your unique take on current events.

"You're so precious to me sweetheart, you do know that?"

And you do - you really do.

K - Kink

Orgasm denial.

Hoo boy, you best believe that if you displease your husband in any way, he is going to destroy you by denying you exactly what you want - what you need.

"Tobi," you whine, twisting your wrists which he has clasped in an iron grip above your head.

His hot mouth pulled from your pebbled nipple with a wet-sounding 'pop' and his fingers danced deftly around your tortured clit. Your hips sought to grind, to move so that his touch would be directly where you needed it, but he was too clever to fall for your schemes.

"Hmm? Does the bad girl have something to say? An apology perchance?"

You are close to losing your damn mind.

Brought to the precipice on more occasions than you can count, only to be left hanging. His touch lifting at the exact moment you craved him most. Your husband knew how to play your body like a fiddle, every twitch of your muscles was noted by the ever-calculating male.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. So so sorry," you yell, sounding on the verge of tears as you tried to press your thighs together for much-needed friction.

"Please baby, need to cum so damn bad."

Soft silver hair rests against your tender flesh, carmine eyes observing you as if testing the weight of your apology. A slow smirk spreads from his lips, two fingers spearing into your fluttering cunt. He presses directly on your g-spot and your body ignites into white-hot pleasure.

Spine bowed off the mattress. Tits straining into his face, a silent beg for him to suckle you. Every muscle spasms simultaneously as you finally - finally - reach the finish line.

"There's my good girl," your gruff husband coos, "not gonna do that again, am I right sweetheart?"

Being honest, you can’t even remember what it was that caused his irritation in the first place and you’re too blissed out to care.

W - Wild Card

Why is the sight of you bound on the mammoth bed you both shared so ridiculously alluring?

Tobirama is turned on by the moments of power exchange in the bedroom, they are infrequent simply because they are intense and special.

The flex of the ropes binding your wrists to the intricate headboard makes him groan quietly. His fingers check over the knots to ensure your safety but also to make sure you cannot wriggle free.

Your knees are bent upwards with each ankle tied to your thighs and your sweet cunt open to his gaze, glistening with arousal.

He tweaks your nipple just to see you squirm and hear your whimpers.

It’s going to be a long night, settle in for tortured ecstasy as your husband treads the fine line between pleasure and pain with practised ease.

The gleam in his crimson eyes tells of how aroused he is, the swipe of his tongue against his lower lip making you arch against the restraints, desperate for a taste of those lips.

You trust him implicitly, and he is honoured with the level of vulnerability you are willing to show him.

His silver locks look beautiful as he buries his head between your bound thighs, revelling in the wet sounds his mouth makes on your needy cunt.

He is going to keep you in place until you are both utterly spent. His cock spears into your depths with long powerful strokes, dragging his length against your clenching walls until you are milking him for his precious seed.

Only then is he going to untie you carefully and massage the areas that had been restrained. Bringing them back to life with such reverential touches. Making you sip water slowly and ensuring you are feeling okay. He knows you sometimes cry, he hates it but understands that it is simply a reaction to such intensity.

“You’re too good for me sweetheart.”

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rindoushousewife69 · 2 years

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"Smile Haruchiyo"

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moumouton4 · 8 months

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Tobirama, Kakashi and Itachi's reaction to you saying the safe word😆

Using The Safe Word Hc || Naruto characters x reader

Including : Tobirama Senju, Kakashi Hatake and Itachi Uchiha

A/n : Okay now this was so fun to write. Thank you so much for the idea and I really hope you'll like it ! Also @mithology-marveloholick I outdid myself for you in the first part 😎

Warnings : No mention of gender ( unless that one time I wrote "clit" ) reader feels bad about using the safe word but their partner is understanding, rough sex, mention of breeding, marking, wall sex, mating press, doggy style, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1791

Tobirama Senju :

He is a big softie just like his brother you can’t change my mind. He is just more talented to hide it

He only let his sensitivity express itself with you, and only during moments of vulnerability. Like in the evening before going to bed, in the morning when getting up, in the shower and well during love making

He always wants to do his best no matter what field he's in ( I see him a bit like Katsuki Bakugo )

So he'd done all the necessary research and had come across the existence of the safe word. The aim of which was to warn the partner with a word to signify that you wanted to stop for whatever reason. He found it interesting because the inventiveness of the word prevented it from being confused with another or a "stop" which could be misunderstood in a non/con intercourse

You'd never really needed to use the safe word because most of the time he was very gentle, his hips moving slowly and sensually, while his mouth sought yours out in loving lingering kisses

Except that today, soft and slow wasn’t really was he intended to do nor what he needed

And that’s how you ended up there on all four on your bed as he railed you from behind

His hand found purchases on the flesh of your hips as his finger dug in your skin. The rapid slapping sound of skin only proved the intensity with which he was taking you

A low growl came from his throat as he felt your walls tighten around his throbbing length. He pulled your hair to make your hair turn towards him. As son as he saw your fucked out expression he inched forward and slipped his tongue inside your mouth

Damn he was so hungry for you today. You wonder what had happened during his day

But your investigation could not continue as his hand left your hip and passed in front of you to make rapid circles on your clit. His touch was so much rougher than usual that it made your hips buck forward

But after some time you started to feel overwhelmed. You guessed he wanted to make it last as long as possible and for that he needed to edge you, just like he was doing for himself

You legs started to quiver and close but he kept them from closing - I mean he couldn’t really know yet

As you felt him deny you a nth orgasm though you couldn’t take it anymore “Sh- shadow” you mumbled as tears started to well up in your eye, you were this close from having drool leaking from your mouth

He didn’t lose a second to react. He pulled out and helped you lie on the bed. His eyes were fixated on you as your chest heaved and fell rapidly

But that’s when you started to feel guilty and after everything you couldn’t help the tears from streaming down your cheeks

His eyes widened “Hey hey Y/n are you okay my Love ?” he got to his knees near your lying form

“I’m s-sorry… I couldn’t hold on until you came” you sobbed as he pulled you against his firm chest

“Shhh don’t you dare apologizing to me okay ?” his tone didn’t leave any room for more words “It fucking doesn’t matter. You do, you Dumbass” he said gritting his teeth trying to stop the smile from creeping on his lips. Gosh even in this situation you thought about his pleasure first

“Here let me help you” he said while picking you up bridal style “We’re going to take a nice bath together. You’re going to relax and… if you’re still feeling bad you could use your soapy hands to help me out mmh ?” he said as the red tinged at his cheeks

You nodded softly against his chest and with that you both went off to the bathroom where he prepared a nice and warm bath for you both

Kakashi Hatake :

To day was what we can call a fucking tiring day. It’s one of those days when he wondered why the heck he became a genin instructor. Like seriously those kids put the mission above their comrades lives

Days like these would lead to two different outcomes. Either training until he can’t stand up anymore. Or fucking you dumb until you’re both completely spent. And today training wasn’t his main priority

That’s how you found yourself pressed against the nearest wall not only 2 minutes after he arrived home. And we all know you like that kind of surprise you naughty little sausage

You were half dressed, your pants discarded somewhere on the floor. While he only pulled his pants down his legs

His strong arms were supporting you against the wall as he kept thrusting his frustration out. This position allowed a deep penetration that made your eyes roll

But as time passed you grew aware of the roughness of the wall. With each thrust your body went up and down and it started to burn

You decided to wait a little bit though. Maybe it’ll go away by itself or his thrusts will become less rough and the burning sensation will disappear. But it didn’t

You also knew that if he acted like that it was because of pent up frustration he couldn’t let go during the day. His pace didn’t decrease in fact it slightly increased as he neared his climax

You couldn’t stand it any longer. Your fingers that were playing with the hair at the nape of his neck suddenly pulled the hair a little - making him moan - as you said “Protection… mmh Kakashi protection” you moaning

At first the words didn’t hit him, his hips continued to work as he kissed your jaw “You’re exquisi- wait what protection ?!?” he stopped right away

Your legs were trembling as your body totally slumped over his.. He held you close ensuring you didn't fall “Are you okay ? Did I do something wrong ?” he was extremely worried despite his usual nonchalance. His mouth, now free from his mask, hung agape as he waited for you answer

“I-I'm fine... it’s just the wall… it burned slightly-” you didn’t even finish your sentence that he pulled you flush to his chest so that your back was off the wall “I’m sorry I got distracted.. it’s just ugh” he sighed

“I know” you said, kissing his cheek “Maybe we can continue but in a more comfortable place ?”

“Are you sure ? I don’t want to impose myself-” He looked at you softly

You tightened the hold of your arms around his neck “Please” you said tightening your inner muscles, knowing it was going to drive him wild

“Ghh ah… in this case” he smirked “Who am I to deny you ?” and with that he brought you to your shared bedroom where he could have his way with you, knowing would be comfortable and eager to take him as much as he wants

Itachi Uchiha :

He actually was the one insisting on establishing a safe word. He knew that as an Uchiha he could easily lose control while mating with you ( yes in my hc Uchiha don’t have sex but mate )

He just needed to be sure that he wouldn’t do anything that could overwhelm you unpleasantly or harm you

A word that would help him ground himself in the present

“What about kitty ?”

“Y/n… this is supposed to ensure your well-being. Please focus”

“Okay fine” you chuckled “What about Mangekyou ?”

His eyes lit up “Yes. That would do. Good job” he said patting your head lovingly

And it was only some time later, when he entered that period in the life of the male Uchihas when having offspring became a real urge, that the safe word was used for the first time ( don’t mind if you aren’t aware of this, it’s part of my own Uchiha hc )

You were pinning against the bed as he held you in a mating press. His length sliding in and out of your at an almost desperate pace. His mouth was hungrily kissing you, nipping at your shoulders and neck in attempt to mark what is his

It felt heavenly. Well the 20 first minutes. Because at this pace you wondered how he didn’t already light a fire between your legs

You didn’t want to use the safe word at first. You knew he would panic and blame himself for hurting you even if he didn’t - yet. But you also know he wouldn’t want you to neglect your well-being for him

You tried to caress his cheek with a trembling hand, thinking it would coax him out of this state. But it didn’t. The depth of his gaze was enhanced by the swirling tomoe pattern in his eyes. Okay you had to use the word

“M-mang-mange- mphf kyou” you tried. You didn’t know talking through this would be so difficult. You couldn’t help but marvel at the balance between pain and pleasure that prevented you from saying the word clearly

Though he did hear you. And as soon as the words hit his brain, he blinked rapidly. His Sharingan faded. His hip rhythm had slowed considerably.

He then took a deep breath and used all his willpower to gently, completely stop all his movements.

He was totally out of breath, but that didn't stop him from focusing all his attention on you: "Are you all right? I didn't hurt you?" he cradled your face in his hands

You could feel him inside of you. He was still hard and throbbing. You felt bad, as if you were denying him pleasure

But as soon as he saw your teary eyes he kissed your forehead “Shhh you did great Y/n. That’s exactly what you were supposed to do. I’m proud of you” His words were a soothing balm for your mind and you finally relaxed in his arms

He told the truth. He didn’t mind at all having to stop even if he is in the middle of an urge. He could still take care of his throbbing need later

He slowly pulled out and gathered everything that was needed at the moment. A towel to clean you up, a cup of water - in which he added a bit of sugar just in case, unless you have diabetes.

Then he left you a bit to take care of himself. When he came back to bed he made sure you drank enough water before slipping into bed with you. he pulled you close to his chest, reaffirming how proud of you he was

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miris-secret-files · 8 months

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Estranged uncle Tobirama seeing his niece all grown up and trying to fuck her 😭😭

An Interesting Family Meeting || Tobirama Senju x niece!reader

A/n : Hello my dear ! 🌹 It too me so fucking long but I had a lot to deal with in life and in my other blog lmao but it's finally out ! Hope y'all will enjoy it ! Next request is a Loid Forger smut 👀

Warnings : Dark content, slight masturbation in public, long stares idk if it's like voyeurism, mention of breeding and oral fem!receiver, reader is an adult, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 597

Seriously he didn’t know you’d be the one everyone calls Y/n/n. Like seriously you’re a fucking knockout

In front of your parents though he has to stay calm. It’s one of those family gathering that happens once in ages so for now he’ll only give you a kiss on the cheek, his hand is comfortably sitting on your shoulder ( the kiss is like a French “bise” if you know what I mean, a kiss on each cheek but you don’t have to use your lips )

His expression stays the same, focus, hard, unreadable. Though from afar he eyes you up and down. Gosh you’re beautiful, his eyes travel down your neck to the cleavage picking from your shirt. He is already seeing himself with your tits in his mouth while he sucks on them. Your skin look fucking smooth, and your scent gosh it’s intoxicating

He can barely hold himself from pressing you against the nearest wall. Speaking of how, his expression isn’t the only thing that currently is… He kinda hopes he won’t have to stand up just now

Throughout the all talk he is imagining you sitting on his lap, with his cock buried deep inside your pretty cunt while no one is away of his thrusts. Mmmh fuck he thinks while his hand slowly travel in his pocket where he can play with the tip of his swollen cock through the fabric

He is already trying to think about a time he’d find you alone. Maybe after diner when everyone goes to do whatever or when they will go to sleep

Maybe he could even try to slip in the shower while you- wait no no. You need to want it as much as him or it wouldn’t feel as good

Meanwhile the talk is still on going and he can see your gaze subtly flickering to him. I mean you didn’t expect to meet such a hot uncle. You just can’t help but imagine how good it would be to feel his smooth hair between your fingers while he eats you out on that damn table

As you clench your thighs, you cross your arms over your chest. He almost groans as he sees your breasts behind pussed up “Almost” he murmurs under his breath, he just wants to see them spill from your top

Finally after what feels like an eternity the talking part finishes and you’re - as if faith had a say in it - both left alone there. Alone and seemingly horny

He took a careful step towards you, his eyes scanning you up and down. He looked distant though it was in totally contradiction with the fire burning inside him

You didn’t seem scared at all by him getting closer, more intrigued than anything else

So in a momentum - that was more an urge than anything else - he gently and tentatively brought his hand to your cheek. You looked so cute and he couldn’t wait to have you whining for his cum

“Would you mind showing me around your house ? I think we may have on or two interesting things to discover there”

You nodded at his words while a small “Y-yeah that seems like a good idea” left your appealing lips

And there you saw it, it only showed for a split second but you swear you saw it. The pure lust that held his gaze. The lust to have you senselessly in every corner of your room

He will even leave you a little gift to remember him… in your womb

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seraphdreams · 1 year

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PART II — BLINDING LIGHTS.

“sin city’s cold and empty”

CONTAINS. fem!reader, fingering/cunnilingus, bimbo reader <3, haitanis being asses, squirting.

TODAY’S RACERS. senju kawaragi v. manjirou sano.

WORD COUNT. 1.9k.

LINKS. series masterlist — general masterlist.

Onto the second race—The most anticipated so far; tonight’s set of racers were tinkering with their bikes. Sounds of sonorous music from overhead speakers, the revving of engines, and a pleasant fuse of chattering were heard from the main gate. After the events of the first race, you accompanied Koko, helping him collect more money while sitting pretty on his lap. The others didn’t have to know that you were cockwarming him as well, it shouldn’t come as a surprise with the way you practically writhe in his hold.

The bets being placed seem to favor one side over the other which raises your query. “Haji, who’s racing this time?” He’s silent as if your words fell flat once they managed to leave your lips and you wait, hoping he’d respond in the next few seconds. Of course he doesn’t and you call out for him again. “Haji!” He’s finally snapped out of his money-induced focus, snake-like eyes locked onto yours. “Hm?”

You sigh, almost defeated before starting up. “I asked who was racing tonight. Don’t the bets seem a little unfair?”

He sets the money down onto the table behind you. “It’s a bet, of course it’s unfair.” He straightens his posture, lithe hands coming to rest at the plush fat of your hips. “We got an amateur up against Mikey. She’s stupid if she thinks she has a chance.”

“She?” You perk up, a bit more immersed in the topic at hand. “Who’s she?”

Koko’s eyes relax and his pupils narrow as if he’d grown annoyed. He goes back to counting the fat wad of cash, making sure the amount remains consistent. “Sanzu’s little sister.”

Before you had the chance to react, the blaring music stops and the announcer starts.

TEN MINUTES TO RACE 2.

Had you not heard Mochi’s voice on the speaker, you’d forget that you actually have a job to do. You hastily make your way off Kokonoi’s lap, attempting to not wince at the friction while patting your skirt back in place. “Gotta go, Haji! Put $1,000 from me to Senju, please!” You sing-song, trotting in Miu Miu heels on the way to the main road.

“I swear, that girl..” Koko mumbles under his breath, more affectionate than vexed, tucking himself back into his slacks and continuing with the task on hand, setting your specified amount into Senju’s pile.

The racers’ garage space was feeling tense compared to the previous race. Whereas Baji and Kazutora exchanged playful banter, there was silence between Mikey and Senju. Heel trotting filled the silence as you walked onto Mikey’s side of the garage. He really seemed to never want to let that CB250T go, instead having his “anii-ki”modify it once every few years.

“How’s it going, Boss?” Mikey’s kneeled against his bike, seemingly messing with the engine—or maybe it’s the gas? You weren’t too into motorized vehicles but you knew they looked nice. He looks up at you through strands of ivory white hair, his familiar emotionless glance. “It’s good.” He wasn’t much for conversation, especially with you, yet it wasn’t enough to get your spirits down. “Good luck with the race, i’m sure you’ll do great!”

For the first time that you’ve seen it, a hint of a smile quirks on his lips. He softly nods his head and continues to tinker around with the large piece of metal. You redirect yourself to Senju’s side, almost in awe at her setup.

“Senju!” You beam, taking in her appearance. She’d always been a gorgeous girl but seeing her in her tight black biker suit, cherry blossom embroidery around the ankles with the zipper showing an overflowing amount of her chest, you’re left speechless. “Hey, cutie.” She responds, wheeling her bike out of the garage. You get the incentive to follow her along, assuming she’s heading to the start line. “You look so pretty! Forget what the others say, I think you’re gonna win a hundred percent!”

Her eyes widen in adoration, matching your unshakable optimism. “I know I am! I’ll have those fuckers amazed.” You nod along with her, eyes flitting from her cleavage to back to her emerald orbs. She really did resemble her brother in every way. Soon after, Mikey also makes his way to the start line. It’s about two minutes to the race and you make sure to give each of them a kiss on the cheek before heading to your position in between them with your flags in hand.

Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu watch from above on one of the higher floors, looking down at the events taking place beneath them. “God, she’s cute.” Rindou groans, a glass of dark sake in his hand as his older brother hangs off his shoulder. “That’s your little sister, right, Haru?” Ran queries, finding the utmost entertainment in how Sanzu glowers at him.

“Maybe we should fuck her in the back of our car later, yeah? What do you think, Rinnie?”

Rindou takes a quick glance at Sanzu before looking at his brother. “I think that’s a great idea.”

Sanzu’s quick to find somewhere else to watch the race, ticked off at their usual Haitani antics. “You both disgust me.” He growls out, pouring himself a glass of Whiskey. “Love you too.” Ran throws over his shoulder.

FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

The racers take off on the track as soon as your checkered flag grazes against the pavement. There was no denying the excitement welled up inside you as you watched the race go on. It seemed like a close match all the way up until the end where Senju pulled her speed out of nowhere, being the first at the finish line despite her lack of racing experience.

She hops off her bike, taking her helmet off and tussling her hair back in place, the widest grin on her face. “Congratulations, Sen! I told you, you’d win for sure!” You hand her the gold trophy with another peck to her cheek. Mikey comes in soon after, looking at the scene in disbelief.

“Guess I lucked out, Invincible Mikey.” Senju taunts at her opponent, nonchalantly waving her trophy around in one hand.

After her bout of throwing jeers at Mikey, you begin to speak again. “Why don’t we celebrate a little in your room?” You suggest. With the quirk of her brow, she knew exactly what you were suggesting, wrapping her arm around your waist and leading you up the steps. “Why don’t we?”

Following her to her suite took less than an ample amount of time, the two of you dexterously sifting through the crowd of people awaiting the next race. Once you got to her room, she sits at the edge of the bed, slowly unzipping the one piece as if she had planned on teasing you.

You watch as her breasts spill from out of their tight confines, pert nipples hardened and slightly lacquered in sweat. “No bra, Sen? Bold girl.” The last words come out as a softer whisper while you make your way between her thighs, kneeling. “Just thought it’d be more comfy.”

Once the zipper reaches its stop at her lower abdomen, she’s slipping out of her outfit, discarding the garment off to the side and leaving herself in nothing but pink lacy panties. The damp spot of her slick is visible through her panties from where you kneel, eyes locked on how she throbs even without touch. Little by little, you pull her thong down until it ruffles at her ankles, slipping them off completely and tossing them to the side. She’s wet, puffy folds covered in essence and clit twitching ever so slightly; as if it’d been awaiting you.

Carefully, you delve your tongue into her core, keeping it still for a short moment until you begin to use the muscle to aid in her pleasure. “A-ah!” Docile whimpers fall from her lips at the initial sensation and her hands grasp at her chest, kneading the flesh as if it’d give her leverage in some way. It was cute how quickly she reigned flustered. The light dusting of pink across her cheeks complimenting her angel-like features in the best way. On behalf of her tomboy-esque facade, she was quite the pillow princess.

Her little cunt tightens around your tongue, a slow rocking rhythm building up within her body as she throws her head back. The rising and falling of her chest in tandem with those cute fucking whimpers has one hand dipping underneath your pleated skirt, middle finger lightly rubbing your clit. “Please—Please don’t stop..” She rasps, light and airy voice coated with desperation. You opt to replace your tongue with your fingers, stuffing two of your digits inside her hole while your tongue flicks at her clit.

Louder and louder, her moaning gets, as if she shredded her sense of shame and gave into the temptation of pleasure. You switch between licking to sucking on the sensitive numb, watching how she grows dumber and dumber from each touch. The fingers on your clit work faster and so do the digits pumping in and out of Senju.

You might as well have been making out with her pussy the way you sloppily sucked and licked at her clit and folds. There’s no doubt she’s close when you feel her core tighten around your fingers. “G-Gonna make a, fuck, big mess..” She whines through soft mewling. Your fingers work at lightning speed to inch her closer to sweet release, your own orgasm building within you.

You watch her abdomen flex and relax repeatedly as if a surge shot through her, the warm sensation of liquid orgasm dripping from your fingers and down her thighs. You drink in all she has to offer, continuing to lick at her clit, reveling in the way her pussy spurts more and more essence in her aftershocks. You moan against her heat, feeling your own release just seconds away.

Before you could even react, your body is convulsing and cunt creaming all over your fingers. You were rather sensitive from previous activities which heightened the intensity of your orgasm, sonorous cries leaving your lips.

The two of you take a haste moment to collect your breathing, slowly peeling away from each other. “Sen, you’re so pretty when you squirt.” You compliment as you slide into her lap. She leans back amongst the sheets naturally, strands of soft pink haired splayed across the fabric. “‘S real embarrassing.” Her response comes out in the form of a light chuckle, quickly getting silenced by your cum-slicken fingers pressed to her lips. Instinctively, she wraps her lips around the digits, closing her eyes and moaning at the saccharine taste of you. When you pull your fingers away, you make sure to give her a salacious kiss to her lips.

The kiss grows deeper until you’re quickly pulled aback by firm knocks to the door.

“Next race starts soon.” The voice from the other side says. You come to recognize it instantly as Mikey from his monotonous airing. You hop off Senju’s lap, attempting to clothe her with one of the blankets on the bed before heading to the door.

“What a sore loser.” She states as you walk off, and just before opening the door, you reply.

“I know, right?”

#senju x reader #senju kawaragi x reader #senju smut #mikey x reader #mikey sano x reader #manjirou sano x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers smut #mikey smut #tr x reader #tr smut #senju x you #senju x y/n

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kisakis-boyfriend · 7 months

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A snippet from kinktober day 19 because I'm too excited for this one to be published~

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#my writing #previews #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #senju kawaragi #wakasa imaushi #trans headcanon #senju smut #wakasa smut #trans senju #trans wakasa

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benkeibear · 1 year

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☰ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⧫ Characters: Yuzuha, Senju, Emma, Hinata

⧫ Reader: genderneutral

⧫ Summary: a short description of how each of them fingers you

⧫ WARNINGS: afab! Reader, visuals at the 🖤, fingering, oral (f!receiving), toys being used

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☰ Yuzuha 🖤

Yuzuha likes to make you suffer with a little bit of overstimulation just to see you squirt for her. She will spend hours teasing you with her magic wand and makes you hold it against your sensitive bundle of nerves as she harshly fucks your cunt with her fingers, digging the pads of her fingertips into your sweet spot. Silly little thing, of course she will keep going even when you wet the bed with your intense release - you can give her one more, can you?

☰ Senju 🖤

Senju had two of her fingers buried deep inside of you and continuously aims for your little sweet spot that pushes you over the edge. She’s so eager to please you whenever her sweet little lover needs her and she loves to watch you fall apart on just because of her. Her tongue can’t resist from joining the mess she’s making out of you, making sure to taste every inch of you as her fingers massage your plush walls.

☰ Emma 🖤

Sweet little Emma just couldn’t keep her hands to herself when you two were working out together. Seeing your ass so clearly through your shorts made her reveal a new side to you and before you knew it you two were doing a different kind of workout. She was stuffing your cute little pussy with three of her fingers while her thumb rubbed away at your clit. Oh how she loved the sounds you made just for her as she kept alternating between kissing you and your boobs. The steady thrusting of her fingers carried your through an orgasm and who knows - maybe you two will work out more often now.

☰ Hinata 🖤

Little Hina wasn’t as innocent and sweet as people made her seem. She loved nothing more than getting your legs to quiver from just two of her small fingers slotted deep inside your heat. Her fingers repeatedly hit your sweet spot with a rhythm that had you creaming around her fingers faster than anything else. You were desperately trying to get her to slow down by rubbing her folds but it only made her speed up more, leaving your slick to run down your thighs as she brought you to your oh so sweet high

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #yuzuha x reader #senju x reader #emma x reader #hinata x reader #yuzuha smut #senju smut #emma smut #hinata smut #tr visuals #yuzuha shiba #senju kawaragi #hinata tachibana

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wifenanami · 6 months

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I'm so ashamed (no)🤭

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #naruto #nanamikento #madara uchiha #tobirama senju #hashirama x madara #geto suguru #toji fushiguro #toji smut #jjk smut #naruto smut

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risuola · 4 months

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VI — YOU HAVE MY HEART — F. READER x TOBIRAMA SENJU

It's so easy to love you and it's even easier to admire how hardworking you are. You trained and became strong, you assisted in creating the ANBU leading the first unit. You were the pride and joy in Tobirama's life, but with all of that came also the fear. The terror of losing you.

cw: not much, it's mostly fluffy. it gets a little steamy towards the end, so reader discretion is advised — 2,5k words

note: when I was translating this chapter, I realized that the timeline can be a little blurry, though I tried to make it as clear as possible, but I'll summarize this here quickly: one year has passed since the wedding until the events from chapter V, then one year she was training and working in ANBU and then the mission took another year. so it's three years since they married ❥

SERIES MASTERLIST

Sometimes, you felt like you and Tobirama were meant to be. Like this whole arranged, political agreement was planned somewhere by someone who has way more power than you’d think, because even after nearly three years with that man, you still find it difficult to understand how on earth you worked so well when it’s more than clear that you shouldn’t.

There were just too many differences between you and your husband. He’s cold and stoic whilst you are warm and bubbly. Your calmness doesn’t make a fraction of how calm he is, or rather, used to be. You loved to touch him and for his entire life, Senju faltered from physical contact. And yet, all of it changed, when you stepped into his life. A princess from the foreign village, a diamond that was kept in the cage made of gold and luxury, a bird that was yearning for freedom and safety. Tobirama gave you both of these things.

The feelings between you two only solidified after the incident in your homeland. It’s almost two years after the unfortunate chain of events that led the young Senju to leave the negotiations in Konoha to save you from abusive ritual that took place in Yu; a pathetic display of parenting that your father thought was a favor to your husband. After that, and the little time you needed to heal completely with a help of one of the best medics in the leaf village, you had made a decision to go back to training. Ever since you moved, you spent your time learning topography of your new home, befriending people, helping – none of which you put into your own development and it’s only after you were defeated so easily, it got to you that everything that you thought you knew was not even a fraction what you should be able to execute.

That’s why for the months after that, you trained – mostly by yourself, but Tobirama was more than happy to help you anytime he had some spare hours. He found you admirable, the way you wanted to become the best shinobi possible even though there was no need for that. You were excellent even before, the idea of you lacking never crossed his mind and yet you stood up for the challenge and it was in his best interest to help you achieve the goal. You were, after all, his beloved wife, his sunshine, his pride. Quickly, it turned out that on top of all these things, you were quite deadly.

You began taking missions, standing on top of a group consisting of the best ninja from Konoha – ANBU, as Tobirama called it. A set of exceptional individuals, the most skilled ones available. It was a project that Senju wished to finalize, it was meant to provide the village with safety, with the strong asset able to infiltrate, fight and protect and you… You became the leader of it, representing the highest skill of them all and supporting him in establishing the unit.

Tobirama found you incredible, time after time finding himself in awe because of your achievements. There was no such term as impossibility, it seemed, everything he assigned you with, you finished with success, caring about your team well-being and the quality of the process. As much as he felt the endless amount of pride, his heart was also filled with fear. The idea of losing you haunted his dreams anytime you were outside Konoha, dealing with something he himself ordered you. The contradicting feelings weighed heavy on his shoulders – he wished to keep you safe and yet, it was only fair to give you tasks that were relevant to what you were able to do. It would be against his nature to spare you the difficulties, to limit your progress only because of the selfish want of keeping you far from harm. That led him to assigning you with one of the most difficult missions he had to offer.

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” he had told you the day before. You remember him joining you in bed late at night and the way he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest was enough of a hint. You knew him well. “I don’t want you to take that mission,” honest as always, and nervous when he spoke quietly. His roughed-up fingertips were circling little ovals against the delicate skin over your spine, his hand buried underneath the shirt that you used to sleep in.

“I know,” you replied, pressing your lips to his bare chest. Oh, how well you knew him. The moment he gave you the details of the job earlier that day in his office, you already knew how hesitant he was and once you read the description, you understood why. “But it’s gonna be fine, I promise.”

“How can you promise me something like that?” He found his way to your chin, lifting your head up just enough to look you in the eyes. “I know you are strong, you are the most skilled ninja I have, don’t think I’m underestimating you, love. But yet, I can’t help but fear, the idea of you not coming back from that job, from something I send you by my own order… it feels unbearable to think.”

Tobirama wasn’t a man that’s easily scared. In your entire time with him, spending so much time as his wife, you saw him worried at most, only few times so it shook you deeply, seeing his sincere eyes glaring at you in nothing but concern. The soft red shade of them looked straight through your soul, you could feel the way his jaw was tensed when you placed your hand on the side of his handsome face.

“I will come back to you, my lord. I know how dangerous the mission is and I would be lying if I told you that I’m not scared of it. But I also know how important it is, how crucial the data I need to gather is to keep Konoha safe and it is my duty to serve the village. It’s my home, I swore to keep it protected.” Your words were honest, Senju knew that. It was difficult, the hidden leaf stood on the verge of war, it was nearly palpable in the air and the information that you were meant to collect had a power to stop it before the blood of innocents was spilled.

The love you developed to Konoha was something Tobirama couldn’t help but admire in you. Despite it being a foreign land to you, you grew to care of it as if you lived here since the beginning. Truth is, you did feel like you were born in it. What hidden leaf gave you was freedom, was love. It showered you in things that before that, you only silently dreamt about, it was a place that you truly began being yourself, hence why you wished to give it back all of yourself.

“I know you’re gonna do your best. It’s just… I wouldn’t mind standing to fight later if you’d say you don’t want to take the job. I wouldn’t mind giving my life in battle if it could save yours.”

“Your life is too precious to be lost, Tobirama,” you leaned into him just slightly, your lips a breath away from his. “You are needed, you are so incredibly fundamental for this village to function properly, you have no idea. Without you, there would be no Konoha, doesn’t matter how great of a hokage your brother is. You are what makes this place a home to so many people, you are the mind and heart of it, so please don’t say such things.”

“It’s you who have my heart. If I have to risk losing it along with you, how could I be one for the village?” Senju exhaled, closing his eyes for a brief moment before closing the distance and pressing his mouth to yours. A kiss of love that’s indescribable, it bore everything that he was too afraid to word out loud. “Just… come back to me.”

“I will always come back to you, my love.”

The reassurance you gave, although carrying uncertainty, you followed with yet another kiss. The intimacy you shared later that night carried an unspoken goodbye, it was intense and oh so full of passion as if it was the last time you were to be so close.

Early in the morning, you were already gone, heading towards the unknown land where you were meant to spend the next weeks, working undercover. In the morning, Tobirama watched you leave, hating himself for letting you go as the sweet taste of the last kiss you shared still lingered over his lips.

* * *

“Later,” Tobirama groaned, responding to the soft sound of knocking against the wooden doors to his office. He was busy, digging through copious amounts of documents and reports, annoyed to the very core of his existence. His mind was already far in the future, balls deep in the upcoming negotiations that were meant to take place in Konoha in just few days. They were important, the safety of the village depended on the results and Tobirama made it very, very clear that unless the matter is absolutely, death-threatening urgent, he’s unavailable to anyone.

But the knob twisted and despite his objections and rough tone the doors opened and he couldn’t help but scoff. His blood was boiling, his brows creasing and even the deep breath he took, trying to calm down his nerves didn’t help at all. The rage inside of him burned with hellfire, it got him out of his chair, smashing his fist on the desk.

“I said fucking late—” he stopped. The sight of you, standing there in the entrance to his office made his voice catch in his throat. Was he even breathing? He felt like the world faded away, time slowed down and the chaos inside his mind calmed in an instant when his eyes met yours. He couldn’t believe, were you really here? In the last report he’s got from you, the one from a month prior, you wrote that at least twelve weeks will be needed to finalize the job and yet here you were, standing just few meters in front of him. After a year.

“I heard you the first time, my lord,” you chuckled softly, watching how his expression changed from rageful annoyance to surprised confusion. It was a display of emotions you were yet to familiarize yourself with, giving Tobirama’s spare range of expressions. “I was told you’re busy and expecting no one to bother you, but I took the freedom to disobey.”

The Senju stood there, flabbergasted for a little longer before his head dropped. A wave of laughter that shook his body made all of his tension go away. You really were there, he could see you, feel your chakra. After long, twelve months of undercover mission he gave you, the one that required you to stay in Iwagakure, gathering intel of governmental nature you finally got back. You had not seen each other during that time and Tobirama had only received few letters from you, all of which being more like short reports about the mission status rather than lover’s notes. But now, you were here, safe, alive.

“You came back,” he said, his voice so much lighter than what he greeted you with. Tobirama took a second to look at his desk, assessing the piles of documents before he pushed everything to the side. Papers flew off and scrolls unraveled on the floor but he couldn't possibly care less about any of those, when you were here, finally after a year of absence, in a flesh and bones. Being so messy was unlikely of him, you had never met someone more organized than Tobirama, but to him, it was more important to now have you on this desk, rather than documents.

“I promised I’ll come back to you, didn’t I?” You smiled, pushing the doors closed behind you and approaching him, placing the box with all of the reports and information regarding your latest work on the floor, before you circled the furniture, meeting him finally.

“You did,” he replied, finding his way to press his lips to yours. His large hands pulled you closer by the back of your neck and you hooked your arms around his shoulders, burying your fingers in the silver strands of his hair, scratching his scalp gently and causing him to purr into the kiss. It tasted sweet, addicting, with the longing being carried through every movement of his lips and tongue. It was heavy with feelings, breathtaking, nearly suffocating with how much it bore, how many unspoken words, how many worries that were now releasing. Tobirama pulled you towards himself, your body now flush to his own as he made you lean against the edge of his desk. It took no time before you were situated on top of it, with his large frame between your legs and his hands wandering all over the lines of your figure.

Tobirama was hungry. He had no idea how much until he saw you, until he tasted you. You taught him how to love, you opened the world of intimacy and touch to him, you showed him the pleasure of marriage and once you took all of it away, he was lost. The need to have you close was unfulfilled for such a long time where he couldn’t even see you, it left him with the burn of craving inside his chest. He was incomplete without you, unable to focus as much as he would usually do, his mind was wandering to the places where your image was stored.

“I missed you so much, my love,” you whimpered, feeling his lips smearing the wet traces of kisses along your neck and down your throat. At that moment, he was not caring about the marks he was leaving, he wanted to make you his own again. Nothing else mattered, only you, the taste of your mouth, the sweet scent of your skin. He would love to be more romantic, to welcome you with something more appropriate – a nice dinner, some pretty flowers, but being romantic was never his strong suit and frankly, things like bouquets and food were last on his mind, when he had you near his body.

“Love,” he groaned against your pulse, his hands making contact with the bare skin on your sides where he pushed the fabric of your black blouse up. He missed you so damn much. His body longed for your touch, for your skin flush to his, for everything that came with you.

“I thought you were busy, my dearest,” you teased, your voice soft and playful as you run your hand down his stomach. It was risky to do so in his office but he did nothing to prevent you from reaching his manhood and as you did, you stroked him gently through the fabric of his pants. A breath hitched in his chest, your touch burned him with lust, he felt like a fire was consuming him just because you put your touch over him.

“I am,” he muttered, sucking a spot onto your neck, reminding your body to whom it belongs to and you gasped softly at the feeling of his lips against your delicate skin. “God, I’m so damn busy.”

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