#Naruto drabbles

[rae-writes]

car doors

multifandom || 0.4k || three types of men and I want them all

Lives for being embarrassing and stupid— follows the trends on tiktok by the letter sometimes. He will choose the most extra, ridiculous, and complicated way to open your door for you; climbing out of his window and crawling over the hood? Done. Climbing over you and going out your door, closing it, just to reopen it? Absolutely. Forcing his way through the entire car, somehow managing to come out of the trunk? For sure. It's both endearing, hilarious, and utterly dismaying because everyone is looking: you might not even want to get out of the car when he’s done. It does make you feel special, though. 

��� KAMINARI DENKI, Hizashi Yamada, Bachira Meguru, Ryusei Shidou, Dazai Osamu, Obito Uchiha, Kiba Inuzuka, CHOJI TOMIYAMA, Endo Yamato

Recognizes that you are entirely okay with opening your own door, but he doesn’t want you to. He loves to pamper and spoil and is known for finding every way under the sun to show his love. As soon as he sees you reach for the door handle, or maybe as soon as he parks and turns the ignition off for good measure, he’ll catch your hand with his. His voice is a low murmur as he kisses your knuckles, asking ‘won’t you please let me get that for you?’. He’s so satisfied, even smug at times, as he gets out of the car and walks around, smiling as he opens the door for you and kisses you on the lips when you stand.

↳ SHOTO TODOROKI, IZUKU MIDORIYA, Kirishima Eijiro, Tamaki Amajiki, Tenya Iida, Isagi Yoichi, Chigiri Hyoma, Atsushi Akajima, Edgar A. Poe, NARUTO UZUMAKI, Itachi Uchiha, SAKURA HARUKA, Nirei Akihiko, Umemiya Hajime

If you think for even a second that this man is going to let you open your car door, you are stone. cold. wrong. His aura is just so naturally commanding and dominant that it only takes one look; it might be with a raised brow and an incredulous expression, or it might be with lidded eyes and a lazy smirk, both silently conveying that you should sit pretty and wait for him to open it for you. Don’t get him wrong, though— he’s not a dick about it— in fact, it’s hot, especially when he pulls you close after opening your door and rasps out a ‘thank you’. To put emphasis on his thanks, he’ll tap or pat your ass, sometimes grabbing a handful and squeezing affectionately. 

↳ BAKUGO KATSUKI, Aizawa Shota, Rin + Sae Itoshi, BAROU SHOEI, Michael Kaiser, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Suo Hayate, Takiishi Chika

[h8ani]

Truth or Dare

Part One Here

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word Count: 2.3k

Synopsis: the events that led to asking your ex boyfriend a simple question from truth or dare

Warnings: Sappy fluffy ass smut, cursing, I’m gonna say the smut is lowkey trash so that’s a warning in itself, I am not good at writing fluff so there’s another warning in itself 😭

A/N - here’s Pt 2! I am not really good at writing fluffy stuff so I tried the best I could 😭 feel free to give your thoughts and opinions!

Shikamaru is a jackass.

That's it, that's the sentence. Point blank period.

Shikamaru couldn't have been further than the boy who you fell in love with. He was cocky, tried showing out whenever you were around now, cracked jokes. He didn't used to be like that, like someone who wanted attention. You liked his laid back attitude, how he always went with the flow, how he didn't care about anything. He didn't care about anything but you at one point in time, but that's in the past now. Now Shikamaru is someone you don't even recognize.

Shikamaru loved you, that you know. You used to love him too, you still do and a part of you knows you always will. He was your everything and you were his, the two of you were always seen attached to the hip in your early days of dating, and even when you were apart the other wasn't too far away.

Everyone used to joke about how you and Shikamaru were together since you both were in the academy, always laughing when you two finally hit your three year anniversary saying that it was much longer than that. You liked him long before he liked you and you being way more pushy about it as a 12 year old girl. Remember the saying about if a boy picks on you then he likes you? That was definitely you to Shikamaru and frankly he thought you were almost as annoying as Naruto was back in the academy. Keyword is almost. He swears up and down if you weren't so cute he would've shadow possessed you off a cliff on graduation day. How you were able to have him fall for you let alone get him to like you back is still a question you always asked yourself and him, even he could never give you a straight answer but you never really cared that much for one. You loved him with everything in your being, you'd jump in front of him any day of the week if it meant he'd stay out of harms way, he felt the same for you which makes everything about the breakup so much more painful to think back on.

You'd be lying if the breakup didn't come as a shock, you felt blindsided. It wasn't too long after your anniversary when he ended things. 16 days after your anniversary but who's keeping track of that? He didn't, you know he didn't. You're still bitter about it, about how abruptly he ended things and walked away like you weren't just planning on moving in with him, like you both didn't have countless talks about your future together, even the late night talks about what your kids would look like and how you two would raise them. All of that must have slipped his mind or he was just talking to talk and never meant any of it at all.

Your feelings and how it's still affecting you is evidence that you loved him and how much you truly did. The bond you had with him hurt too much to break but he did it anyway. You didn't leave your apartment for almost a month having Kakashi push back any missions for you for the time being, Shikamaru went on a mission the very next day seemingly unaffected by severing the tie you two had with one another. He had his missions to think about and all you had was your friends, most stayed neutral to your breakup because no one wanted to choose sides, you wouldn't want any of them to hence why everyone was at Ino's little party.

That party.

That game.

That damn game of truth or dare.

You never liked little party games like that, you never should've picked on Shikamaru for the next question. You blame the alcohol rather than you wanting to get on his nerves in some way after he called bullshit on your answer. Truth or dare was a stupid game and you should've just picked someone else.

~ ~ ~

"So Shikamaru, truth or dare?" You look at him with your arms crossed. He stares right back at you, eyes not leaving yours as he answers.

"Dare."

Of course he'd choose dare. He could never make this easy on you. He never did give you any easy passes even when you were together.

You think for a moment and fight the urge to smile as you speak. "Kiss who you want the most." He blinks and just looks at you, his brows scrunch for a moment. "Unless you can't-"

"Easy." He says as he gets up from his position on the floor. You roll your eyes at his response and lean back into the couch. You watch him as he doesn't even need a second to ponder who he wants to kiss and before you know it he's in front of you. You look up to him confused, Shikamaru leans down and his hand brushes past your cheek to find place at the back of your neck. You can feel your heartbeat in the back of your throat as you see him pause before looking at you. His eyes don't show the playfulness and teasing he had from earlier and you begin to question it.

"What are you-" You begin to speak but are cut off quicker than you started. His hand on the back of your neck pulled you to him, lips crashing into one another and your eyes fluttering shut almost immediately. You kiss back almost instantly and you can't help but not have a single care in the back of your mind about it. The silence from your friends was another thing that you couldn't help but not care about, seeing them watch this happening, nothing mattered to you but this.

You're conflicted, that part isn't going away, you so desperately kissed Shikamaru back after everything that's happened. The pain, the hurt, the heartbreak, yet you still missed his lips on your own. The butterflies in your stomach and the blush on your cheeks immediately counteracting the argument in your head that this was a bad idea because you wanted Shikamaru back more than anything. You missed him, you missed his kisses, you missed the way he'd grab onto your waist pulling you back to him in bed, you missed Shikamaru more than anything.

But the lingering thoughts still run around in your mind.

You could never go back to him no matter how much you missed him. Too much has happened, too much that shouldn't have happened. You'd never get back with Shikamaru.

~~~

You and Shikamaru would never-

Your legs tightened around his waist as he carried you back to his bed, the only sounds in his room were of you two, your kisses, your whispers to each other. He laid you back on his bed, your back melting into his soft mattress as he kisses you harder.

His teeth nipped at your bottom lip causing you to gasp as he slid his tongue into yours. You allowed him to take over, his one hand sliding into yours as his other slid up to your cheek. The subtle softness to the hunger of his kiss balancing each other out and you couldn't help but tighten your legs around him pulling him in closer. His hips slowly grinding into yours while he left your lips, kissing you one last time before looking down at you.

"What?" You say in almost a whisper, he would've missed it if he wasn't so close to you. He just shakes his head in response and kisses you softly, a change of pace from how he was kissing you moments before, his hand left yours before he sat up and removed his shirt quickly tossing it to the side. His hands found their way back to your waist before sitting you up and helping you with taking your clothes off.

He was slow and wasn’t in a rush with you, every button on your shirt he took his time with and a part of you wished he’d be faster with this because it’s just a hook up, at the very least that’s what you thought because why? Why would he want to reopen old wounds? Why would you think that this is anything but sex?

“Baby.” His voice brings you out of your thoughts and you look up at him, eyes wide at his words and a small chuckle comes out past his lips. “You’re thinking too much.” He places a quick kiss to your lips while taking your shirt off and tossing it to the floor. His hand finds it’s way and pushes you back on his bed.

You can’t help but pout at his words, how dare he still be able to read you so easily. How dare he kiss you tonight. How dare he be the Shikamaru you missed oh so much, how fucking dare he.

In the moments of you thinking and distracting yourself Shikamaru removed the rest of his clothing and quickly found his place inbetween your legs, he lined himself up gathering your slick on his dick and you finally glance up at him to see him already watching you. A smile graces his face. “There’s my girl.” You can’t help but let the smile that’s creeping up show as he says that. His girl. Like you never weren’t his in the first place. “Are you ready?” His thumb presses to your clit and moves in quick circular motions, you were already wet, he knew every trick that was your body. You nod quickly and as he leans down to kiss you he pushes in eliciting a deep groan from himself. “Fuck- God you’re so tight still.” His hips slowly roll into you making your pussy flutter around him.

“Faster Shika.” You arch your back slightly, his length hitting that perfect spot in you and he listens, picking up his pace along with the pressure of his thrusts. Each thrust he gave was harder and harder making you see stars with every one.

The small noises that came from you were music to his ears, he missed that sound, he missed you. Shikamaru would never admit this but he was nearing his peak already. He hasn’t bothered to sleep around after parting from you and he didn’t want to, his only release has been his hand and his constant thoughts of you and now that he has you again he doesn’t know how much longer he can last, but it’s like you knew that already. Just like how he remembers every little thing that makes you tick you also know everything about him, you know when he’s close, you know what turns him on, you know Shikamaru better than anyone else.

You clench around him and he about loses it, every little profanity slips past his lips and you watch him as he’s barely holding it together. A smile tugs at your lips and you bring your hands up to hold his face. “It’s okay if it’s quick.” His face heats up in embarrassment and he shakes his head, his fingers find their way back to your clit in response cutting off any other words you were about to say.

“Fuck- I love you. I missed you.” His head drops to the crook of your neck leaving open mouth kisses all along it. “Should’ve never fuckin let you go, I love you so much.” His pace quickens and the only sound that’s heard is the sound of skin slapping skin and the whimper you give out from his confession. “I love you.”

“Shut up Shika-” you begin to speak but his head leaving from the crook of your neck to hovering about your face has the words die on your tongue.

“No, I love you, so let me love you.” He’s adamant on his words and all you can do is nod and allow him to show you. He kisses you putting all the words he couldn’t say behind it, quickly deepening it.

It doesn’t take long for his fingers on your clit to make you cum, your pussy gripping him as he fucks you through your high and you feel his hips stutter, he pulls out and releases on your stomach and not even a moment after he’s getting off of his bed and going to the bathroom to get a warm towel to clean you up.

You two sit in silence as he wipes the towel on your stomach and thighs cleaning you up. The warmth of the towel and the chill in his room is a nice feeling. The silence is nice too but you both understand there’s more to be said.

“Do you want to stay the night?” He glances up at you, a pleading look can almost be seen in his eyes, the uneasiness of his question being heard.

“Yeah, I’d like to.” You give a small smile to him and grab his hand gently tugging him back to you. He grabs his blankets and throw them over you two, pulling you to his chest and holding you tightly to him.

It’s silent for a moment and for a second you think he fell asleep already, his breathing was even and he was silent until you felt his fingers brush against your side. “I do love you, ya know.”

“Then why’d you break up with me.” You say before you can even stop yourself. You can hear him let out a small sigh and bury his head into the back of your neck.

“I was scared and stupid. There’s nothing I can say but that…I’m sorry.”

He’s holding onto you so tight, almost as if you would just get up and walk out of his bed and out of his life. You can feel the slight tremble of his hands against your body and you can’t help but pull yourself out of his grip and turn around to face him. “I love you too, you idiot.” You shake your head at him. “God you’re such an idiot.”

“I have an IQ higher than yours.”

“Then you’re a really big idiot.”

[kentofication]

% — hidan & fem!reader ] — 927

❝ sexual content # mention of kakuzu # creampie # breeding # public sex # dom!hidan & sub!reader # unprotected sex # petnames # mentions of violence # mentions of religion # mentions of ritualistic activities ❞

this was just supposed to be a nice visit to the collection office—particularly because of kakuzu’s continuous hunger for cash. he had recently got a huge bounty and decided to deposit it immediately. someone in particular also had a hunger for something: your boyfriend, hidan. 

of course, not the hunger for making his enemies feel the pain that he feels, killing them slowly, making them go through continuous agony then quickly finishing them off. no, not that kind of hunger. hidan went through a frenzy that he didn’t tell you about. a frenzy that required you and only you. 

after you two ended up in a somewhat successful relationship, he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he wanted you day and night, no matter what the circumstances were. 

he thought about you when you were on missions for the akatsuki—preferably safe ones just to keep you away from danger, when you were resting in your shared bed, when you were awake cooking meals for the group, when you watched him do his rituals. he thought about you 24/8. that is until you visited the collection office. 

it was a normal site for you and hidan to see here and there, for kakuzu it was a wonderful sight for him to behold. depositing his bounty and gaining the amount of money that was on the bounty’s head, that is. just as kakuzu entered the secret entrance to the collection office, that’s when hidan’s eyes met yours. he quickly entered your personal space as he placed kisses all over your neck and collarbone, leaving dark red hickey’s on your neck—thankfully covered by the collar of your akatsuki uniform. 

“w-wait, hidan . . . what if he sees us?” hidan stopped his ministrations as he looked at you with his purple eyes. “sees us? then he’ll see how good i fuck you so he can stop teasin’ me, baby.” hidan planted both of his hands on your ass as your initial reaction was to jump and wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

hidan kissed you deeply and passionately. not only was this kiss filled with pent up lust, but the extreme adoration for you. hidan loved you like no one else. he even loves you more than his rituals, well, somewhat close to that. 

his tongue began to enter your mouth, exploring around as he pulled away, leaving a string of spit connecting the both of you. he quickly shimmied down your uniform as he did himself too. his cock slapped against his abdomen as he lined it up with your entrance. “ready, baby?” hidan asked, looking at you for his consent. you nodded your head, “make it quick, please.” 

“aye aye captain.” hidan slowly entered your wet cavern, relishing the feeling of your walls clamping down on his dick, holding it hostage in order to milk it dry. the creamy substance started to coat his cock as it glided its way to the base of it. 

“creamin’ already baby?” he chuckled, slowly pulling out and quickly slamming back in. you let out a little yelp as hidan maintained this rhythm. you buried your face into his neck, embarrassed at the small sound and lewd expression you made. 

“no, no, no. show me that pretty face.” hidan said, leaving visible hickeys on your neck as you slowly lifted your face from his neck. “that’s it baby. atta girl.” hidan quickly thrusted his hips, leaving the pace at a steady rhythm that would please both you and him. 

hidan primarily cared about your pleasure over his. although he does want to pleasure himself with your pussy, you’re just a goddess to him. he believes goddesses need more pleasure than he does. you are his goddess. he worships your pussy like he worships jashin. he worships you in general as if you were jashin. you’re just a perfect match for him, and he just loves you so. 

hidan can’t put it into words, but whenever your pussy pulses around him, it sends him into a frenzy. the veins in his cock riding against your walls giving you extra pleasure to his continuously welcomed dick. your walls are just so welcoming to him to the point where he gets lost in the warmth of your pussy, forgetting to pull out when he’s cumming. 

he looks at your expression, seemingly studying your likes and dislikes, as he pulls his cock out. heavy panting could be heard from you and hidan, mostly you. “w-was that good e-enough?” he questioned, looking at the back of your head, for your face was stuffed between his neck and collarbone. you let out a hum in affirmation as hidan helped you to your feet. 

you could barely stand as you use hidan as a personal balance beam as he helped you in your uniform. “h-how long was that?” you asked. “he’s probably halfway through counting.” hidan says, letting out a low chuckle as he pulls his uniform up also. 

“thank you, hidan.” you said, wrapping your arms around his. “hmm?” he said. “thank me? for what baby?” 

“just thank you.” you said, gripping onto his arm. 

he found that gesture comforting. the gesture of you gripping onto his arm in a form of relying on his safety and in a form of love. hidan loves you dearly, but he has no way of putting it into words. hidan is a man of religion. a man of violence. a man of rituals. a man that you truly love. hidan, too, truly loves you too.

originally wrote and published by @kentofication

[narutogwriting]

HELLO!!! Hope you've had a great day!!

I've beeen having this thrist stuck in my head...hear me out...

Naruto sneaking into your room at night to fool around with you 🙈 but trying to keep quiet and not wake up your household??? Oof....SEND HELP SOS.

Wow this spoke to me on a spiritual level

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What’re you—“

Naruto shushes you as he continues to slither in through your window. You sit up in your bed, watching him as he lands quietly on his face, way more gracefully than you’re used to for the boisterous blond. “Had to come see you… Missed you…” He murmurs as he crawls on your bed, his body hovering over yours without preamble. He’s already nuzzling at your neck, forcing your head back to give him access to the bare flesh there.

“Gotta be quiet, baby,” he mutters before beginning to trail open mouthed kisses over your neck, making you sigh in pleasure. “Don’t wanna wake anyone up, do we?”

The feeling of his lips has whatever questions or protests you may have had. His hands are already moving up from your hips over your breasts, and god with that low, raspy instance, how can you deny him?

You nod in agreement, and Naruto takes the invitation without hesitation. He nips at your neck before harshly sucking at the skin there, making you gasp and hiss, but he’s quickly shushing you with a kiss. His mouth presses against yours, hot and needy, and he doesn’t even bother working up from something slow and sweet. His tongue is quickly forcing its way into your mouth, and its all you can do to keep up. Just as your hands are threading into his hair, holding on for dear life, his hands are forcing their way up your shirt. His fingers quickly find your nipples, pulling and tweaking in the way that you like, and it has you mewling into his mouth.

“Quiet, baby,” Naruto shushes you, but you keep feel the way he smirks against your lips. He’s doing it on purpose. Does he *want* you to wake up the whole house?

“Want you,” you whisper, unthreading your fingers from his hair to try and grope him over his basketball shorts. “Wanna touch you…”

Naruto removes one hand from where its playing with your hardening nipples to grab both your small hands in his large one. He pins both your hands above your head. His movements are aggressive and rushed. He’s needy, *really* needy, and he doesn’t want to waste anytime.

“Nu uh,” he growls against your lips. “Don’t want foreplay… Wanna be inside you.”

The hand that’s no holding yours trails to your pj bottoms. He shoves them down and his fingers return to play with the string of your thong. You think he’s going to pull it down next, but he doesn’t bother. Naruto’s gotten his own shorts and boxers kicked off, and he only pulls your thong aside before he’s shoving his cock inside you.

You moan out instantly, but Naruto’s big hand goes over your mouth, muffling the noise. “Shh,” he hisses as he begins shallow, rough thrusts that have your breasts bouncing against the confines of your shirt.

“Be quiet…” Naruto grunts with another hard thrust, his head dropping down to the crook of your neck. “Be quiet, and. Just. Take. It.”

Each word is emphasized by his hips smacking into yours with such force that your head board is hitting the wall. All you can do is moan and whine behind his hand that’s forcing you to stay quiet.

“Take it, baby. Take my cock. *Fuck,* you feel so fucking *good.*”

Naruto’s the one who’s telling you to keep it down, but he’s making all the noise. His whispers are getting louder, the headboard hitting the wall with *smacks* now.

“Yeah baby. Good. So good. So fucking good… Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum. Do you want me to cum? Tell me you wanna cum!”

The hand over you mouth moves down to your neck, and his fingers wrap around it, squeezing.

“Y-yeah,” you gasp the best you can, your eyes rolling back as he angles his hips upwards. His dick hits that spot that has you seeing stars, and you’re practically begging now. “Yeah, baby. Cum. Please cum, I want it!”

You’re cumming as soon as the words leave your mouth, spasming and clenching around him tightly with a cry.

Naruto’s hips stutter against your own. They stop as he bottoms out, then pick up again. One, two, three more thrusts and he bottoms out one last time, hips resting completely against yours as he cums. You can feel him pulsing inside of you as spurt after spurt fills you up. The pulsing lasts seconds, and until it finally stops. Warmth fills you, and you can feel him beginning to leak around where he has you plugged.

Naruto is panting hard, catching his breath. He picks his head up finally to look down at you, and he gives you a sheepish, goofy grin, so different from the harsh, dominant figure he just was.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. You grin back up at him, but before either of you can say a word, a banging comes at your door.

Naruto freezes, eyes wide, as you flush with embarrassment.

“Can you both be quiet!”

[thedevotedhealer]

"Another eventless all-nighters."

He sets down the pen and removes the glasses from the tired eyes. He rubs his eyes and looks at the clock. It was already 4:24 AM and he was still racing through the paperwork. Hokage be damned, hospital paperwork was equally as hell to do as any other, especially at the end of the month when new supplies and much needed to be run over by the head of the hospital.

He sighs and sets the pen down, ink clear on the underside of his hand and pinky. He gets up and stretches, the blanket sliding off of his shoulders and his bones cracking from the effort. He had been sitting on the chair of his living room for hours now, writing paperwork under the comfort of the yellow lamp light and the blanket that was draped over his shoulders for warmth.

"I guess I'll make myself some tea, then..." Sakuro turns, takes the mug, that had been sitting on the side of the table, nearly empty from his beverage, the coffee he had made before he sat down, and walks towards the dark kitchen, turning on the lights. He then proceeds towards the stove and refills the kettle with fresh water, his mind racing.

His thoughts trace back to his teammates, currently, away on an A-ranked mission. He hums and looks outside. "I wonder how they're doing..." He muses out loud. Even though he knew he was needed in the hospital more, he couldn't help but worry for his boys. They were reckless and tended to get injured more often than not, especially Naruto and Kakashi. He sighs. "I guess there's no helping it..." He sets the kettle to boil, anxiety creeping its way into his heart, wrapping around his heart. He turns to the window with a worried expression. "Please be safe, you guys..." He mumbles before turning back to the shelf, taking one teabag out of the ceramic piggy Ino gave him as a gift not too long ago, putting it in his mug after spilling the excess coffee and rinsing the mug.

Yes, they would be fine, he comforted himself. They would keep each other safe...

With the new hope in his heart, he smiles and waits for the kettle to boil.

[mehgumiiso]

Boyfriend!Gaara

wc: 700sumn | content: dark/fluff | post Chunin Gaara/ Kazekage Gaara Boyfriend Situations, Headcanons and Traits

warnings: has mentions of self harm and depression

notes: I headcanon the Sand Village as Desi, to some Desi's what ethnic backgrounds are included varies! Majority include: India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh. (I include Sri Lanka as well!!). "Kazekage Gaara" is written as an adult instead of 16/17 like he is in shippuden

He first met you when he came back from the chunin exams in the med room. He had a room separate from others since the doctors didn’t want to house a jinchuriki in the room with other patients. (he was deemed as unpredictable and dangerous)

He just laid there as you tended to his wounds and was shocked when you asked him “are you okay mentally?” He wasn’t, his whole world was turned upside down and he was having an existential crisis

He was in awe at how gentle you were, everyone his age and above were terrified of him

people were still hesitant towards him, however you’re the only one to notice his shy “please” and “thank you” when he is ordering food or shopping for new ninja tools

It’s the first time his eye contact was soft instead of angry

Temari and Kankuro saw how awkward your interaction together was and later gave him pointers on how to talk to girls 

He later saw you at his favorite daal place and approached you

“The Daal Makhani is my favorite… may I take you out one day to try it?” 

Of course the bystanders thought he was threatening you, but you were flustered and your knees felt weak 

You reply to him softly “Mines is Moong Daal Bhuna, how about we try each other’s favorite dish?” 

You watched as the corner of his mouth slightly curved

You quickly learned that Gaara was touch starved, his siblings JUST started hugging him or wrapping their arm around his shoulder. You started off by linking your pinky finger with his whenever you both had insomnia and would sit atop the rooftops

You never imagined getting ontop of the roof, in fact it was pretty fun gazing at the sky and seeing all the stars in such proximity. 

He never lets go of your pinky until you decide to unlink it, but one night he was brave and decided to hold your hand entirely. You gave it a tight squeeze and you swear you could feel his heart pounding 

Kazekage Gaara never lets you go out on dangerous missions and prefers you stay by his side be it at meetings or at summits

He trains with you but doesn’t go easy on you instead of finishing the attacks he will capture you in the sand and go “if I was a bad guy you would’ve been crushed” “I could’ve thrown you be more mindful of where you are stepping” “hey focus it’s not a game!” 

He stops the training when you get too upset that you can’t get a hit in “okay, how about we just practice medical ninjutsu? Healers are the most important on a team”

Enjoys your home cooked meals and constantly falls asleep after eating since your food is so heart warming and full of love

He teared up the first time he tried your food, Temari or Kankuro had to always go get his food since he would come off as rude and disrespectful when he was younger 

He finally felt what another form of love was through food and yourself, no ones ever served him nor cared about his opinions on the flavor 

The desert never gets cold but when he’s on negotiation meetings with you he always like to hold you closely against him in the frigid weather

He is touch starved but doesn’t say anything to fix it, you assume he prefers not to be touched. But he melts at every faint touch even if it’s you accidentally brushing up against him.

Suffers from insomnia so he usually spends the night thinking about you

Hated when you first started dating and you would go no contact with him until you felt better after an argument (it triggered him since he was shunned as a child/preteen)

He likes talking things out “I don’t want to yell at you and I don’t want you to yell at me.. can we collect our thoughts and talk about this later?”

Always worries when you get piercings since he thinks you do it out of self harm (this comes from him only being able to hurt himself with his sand) You have to constantly reassure him that you just think they look cool and you aren't doing it to harm yourself

[munybagd]

NEW POST FROM @munybagd

i am going to fuck him … i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )

whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1

he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2

sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3

( BOUNS )

no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4

[icameheretoreadstuff]

POV: wishing this happened between you.

You sat curled up into his couch as you tried to watch the movie but you couldn’t help but to slowly look over to him and study his gorgous face. He was so dreamy, you felt like you were melting when he looked into your eyes.

Everything he said to you was so charming it made your heart swoon, when he called you pretty your heart sang, when he called you babe your heart melted.

He slowly looked over to you and for a moment you locked eyes, you could feel your heart melt when he smiled.. the smile you wanted to be able to see everyday, your cheeks burned as you quickly looked back at the movie smiling, hiding it behind your hand, feeling your heart burn.

You could feel your heartbeat loud in your chest, you slowly exhaled as you sat closer to him. You looked up into his beautiful eyes and melted, he slowly cupped your cheek, stroked it slowly.

His dreamy eyes were staring back at you, you wanted to just tell him please let me see you smile everyday. You felt overwhelmed and overjoyed at the feeling of him being here next to you, so close to you that you could smell his perfume. You swear you could actually cry, you want him so badly..

[heich0e]

"I find you exasperating."

You go out of your way to step on a particularly dry looking leaf along the path—stained a deep, golden colour and curling at the edges where it rests waiting for the weight of your foot—just to hear the way it crunches beneath the sole of your shoe. At your side, Kakashi's attention is still on the book in his hand, the pages spread open only with his thumb and pinkie finger while the other three support the cracked spine. He doesn't spare you a glance, but he does deign to respond with a curious little hum.

"That's an awfully big word."

The lazy way he says it is enough to irritate you, but his condescending words are almost too much for you to bear. You stop in your tracks, fists curled tightly at your sides, and the white haired young man doesn't so much as slow in recognition of it.

It's fall in Konoha, and while the days are still warm and bright, the breeze that whisks through the village's winding streets is cool. The annoyance you feel prickling under your skin is enough to insulate you from the chill. To numb you to its bite.

You swoop down, dragging your hand lightly along the path to retrieve a handful of small, smooth stones—no larger than the tips of your fingers. Without a moment's contemplation, you launch one at the back of Kakashi's head, and watch as it bounces off dully.

He keeps walking.

"Irksome."

Another pebble hits the ground after ricocheting off the back of his headband.

"Vexatious."

The next makes contact with his right shoulderblade.

"Antagonistic."

He catches this one—just like he could have caught any of the previous three—without even turning around to watch you throw it. His hand, the one not holding his book, shoots up to protect his ear before the pebble can make contact. He holds it pinched between his thumb and forefinger for a moment, still leisurely walking away from you, before he flicks it to the ground.

"You're being so childish today," Kakashi calls back over his shoulder. "Are you sure I'm the antagonist here?"

You hear it then, the smile in his voice, and even though it would only serve to legitimize his accusation it almost makes you stomp your foot petulantly.

"Kakashi!"

Finally, he turns to face you, and even though his mask conceals most of his expression, you can tell it's hiding a grin beneath it. He tilts his head to the side, as though waiting for you to continue.

"How many times have you read that stupid book?"

The familiar novel is closed now, and his page marked, though you're not entirely certain when he did either of those things. He glances at the paperback, as though considering it carefully.

"How many times am I allowed to admit to before you call me a pervert?" he asks.

"You are a pervert," you answer, immediate and sure, while slowly walking towards him to close the gap he put between the two of you. "And you would be even if you were illiterate."

"That's not very nice of you to say," he says, tipping his head back and sighing profoundly as though your insult caused him great pain.

"It's the truth, though."

Kakashi peeks down at you from the corner of his eye as you stand by his side. Without thinking, you reach out and grab the sleeve of his jacket, averting your gaze.

It's quiet for a moment. Just the two of you, the fall breeze, the scattered pebbles, and that atrocious romance book.

"You've been gone for a month," your voice is quiet when you finally speak again. So soft it risks being carried away with the wind.

Kakashi didn't even tell you he was leaving before he was sent off on this last mission; you had to find out from another shinobi the next morning, and all they could tell you was he was gone and they weren't sure when he'd be back.

This isn't unusual with Kakashi. It's happened more times than you care to count. Missions that force him to leave the village at short notice are unavoidable—assignments like that to be expected for any shinobi, but particularly for one of Kakashi's rank.

It doesn't make it any easier.

You've thought about bringing this up to him before. Thought about asking him to tell you when these sorts of things come up. Thought about explaining to him how awful it feels to be the last to know. Thought about telling him what those long days apart feel like in this village without him.

But you don't.

Part of it is pride, you think. You're too stubborn to be the one to show your hand like that. To be vulnerable in front of him in such a mortifying, humbling way. Somehow the mere idea of making any of those admissions seems more embarrassing than trailing along behind him tossing rocks at the back of his head.

Another part is fear. You don't want to be the one to speak this thing between the two of you into existence. To give it shape. To breathe life into it by giving it a name. You and Kakashi have always lived in intentional ambiguity. A certain uncertainty. You're not quite friends, you're not quite lovers, you're not quite anything at all.

You're just the one who's left waiting for him to come home.

And then there's the last part—the biggest part—that holds you back. The part you don't quite know how to explain. The part that tells you to bear the pain of missing him, to swallow down your longing, for his sake if not your own. The last thing Kakashi needs is the burden of knowing his duty makes you ache while he's away. That his absence keeps you awake at night. He's got enough he needs to shoulder without you adding to the weight, and this is the least you can do to try and help him carry it.

You let his sleeve slip from your grasp.

"Sorry," you mutter under your breath, shaking yourself from your momentary stupor.

"Are you acting out because I haven't given you enough attention?" Kakashi asks, only his voice is different now than it was a moment prior. Sincere in a way that upsets you more than when he's being intentionally annoying.

You finally bring yourself to look at him, but only to shoot him a narrow-eyed glare.

His own gaze is disarmingly soft when you meet it. Unexpectedly tender. Perceptive in ways you usually choose to overlook.

So much so, in fact, that you're too stunned to even flinch when he taps his book against your forehead.

"Ok, ok," he says with a shrug, spinning on his heel and continuing on down the path at an idle pace, leaving you dumbfounded in his wake. "If you wanted to borrow it, you could've just asked!"

[tired-biscuit]

hmmm thinking about bratty, shit disturbing omega reader telling alpha kiba 'ooo you wanna breed me so bad' during a petty argument when they're not even together and it resulting in him putting you in a non-con mating press.....

18+ MDNI, fem!omega!reader // cw: noncon, omegaverse, breeding, reader is in heat and kiba is MEAN about it.

wait, this is actually perfect; there’s just something about omegaverse and kiba that makes such a good combo every single time!

i’m thinking about him being your neighbour. he’s nice on the eyes but he’s also grouchy, not much of a talker, and always seems super tense whenever you bump into each other in the hallway or at the entrance leading into your apartment complex.

and when i say tense, i mean tense. your mailbox resides next to his, so if you by any chance come down to get mail at the same time as him, he’s clutching his bills with a white-knuckled grip and is storming right back upstairs and slamming his door shut with an unnecessarily loud thud before you’ve even finished sticking your key into the tiny lock.

while living so close to each other, you’ve tried being polite towards him on several occasions. have greeted him with a smile and a quick “morning!” or “hi!” even though all he did in response was grumble something under his breath and brush you right off. you even went as far as to ask him how his run went when he came back into the building drenched in sweat and with his cheeks flushed a pretty red one time, but to no avail. the face he pulled made him look like he was seconds away from telling you to fuck off.

all signs point to general dislike no matter what you do, so winning him over just for the sake of having a good relationship seems to be outright impossible. which is also a huge bummer because he lives right next door, and it’d be nice to have him on your side since it significantly lessens the chance of him nagging you when the music is a smidge too loud or whenever you have friends staying the night.

by the time several weeks had passed — hell, you’ve endured almost two months of this crap — and he was no closer to warming up to you, you’d given up. not only that, you also made sure to give him a taste of his own medicine: you got rid of the sweet girl attitude and instead started treating him the same way he treated you.

rudely.

so it’s no wonder that he appears to be absolutely fucking pissed when he shows up at your doorstep one day when you’re in the middle of suffering through one of your worst heats yet, banging on your door with an impatient fist and sporting the pushiest demeanor you’ve ever seen.

when you finally force yourself to get off the couch and open the door, the first thing you realise is that he’s so big that he fills the entire entrance. all muscle and raw, brutal power. you’ve never gotten the chance to see him this upclose.

the glare in his dark brown eyes is harsh as he immediately makes eye contact with you, and his lips press into a firm line. there’s a constant flutter of a muscle in his right cheek that he can’t seem to get rid of.

he doesn’t look happy.

and there’s an odd sinking feeling appearing in the pit of your stomach because of it.

“what do you want?” you ask, trying your best to breathe as little as possible through your nose. he smells like pure alpha, heavy and intense because of that wretched musk — a scent you definitely shouldn’t be in close vicinity of at this particular time.

“i want you to get the fuck out of this building already,” he snarls with zero hesitation, gripping the side of the doorframe so that he can shove himself even further into your space. “you’re stinking up the entire place with your omega bullshit and it’s making it hard to think.”

“ex-…” you blink slowly, taken aback by the jumble of insults he’s just thrown at you. “excuse me?”

“you heard me the first time,” he snips, baring his front teeth for a split second as he visibly cringes at you. his canines are sharp; it’s your first time noticing this since he sure as hell never smiled in your presence. “i’ve got work in the morning and i can’t relax when your scent is taking over the entire goddamn floor. either find someone to take care of your heat for ya and give that vibrator that you’ve been riding since last night a rest already, or move the fuck out.”

you stare at him, dumfounded and wide eyed just like the first time. he stares right back, with his jaw tightly clenched and his shoulders stiff.

and there’s just something about the way he looks at you now, about the way he looks now — so rugged and blatantly male and rough around the edges, that causes your panties to turn even slicker than they already are.

“you’ve gotta be kidding me… christ, are all of you omegas so freaking pathetic?” he mutters quietly as he watches you squeeze your thighs together.

you’re dressed in nothing but a pair of tiny panties and an oversized t-shirt since you planned to do nothing else but sit at home today and try to make yourself feel better. the thin piece of fabric is doing absolutely nothing when it comes to keeping the scent of your urges at bay.

kiba’s throat feels like it’s on fire. it makes it hard to speak when he says, “whatever, just- are you gonna do somethin’ about it or not?”

“no, i’m not.” in your disoriented, the-heat-has-outright-cooked-my-brain-and-turned-it-into-useless-mush state, you can’t help but say the first thing that pops into your mind, “i’ve got just as much of a right to be here as everyone else does, you know. and it’s not my fault that you can’t focus because your shitty alpha brain is telling you to breed me… so if that’s all, i’ll be kindly asking you to get off my doorstep. i have a toy i want to get back to.”

you go to slam the door shut right in front of his nose, only to be caught off guard when BAM! — he uses his hand to shove it right back open again.

oh, he’s definitely not used to omegas disrespecting him or acting bratty around him. because of it, he’s all up in your face in a matter of seconds, blood boiling underneath tan skin.

with every step he takes forward, you try to take one back, but it doesn’t take long for him to corner you. before you know it, he’s got you with your back against the wall. his cock is thick and heavy in his sweatpants, pressing against your thigh and exposing the fact that your heat is affecting him too, and you spring into action because of it, desperately fighting to create more distance between your body and his.

however, the problem is that he’s ended up standing so close to you that the proximity is practically non-existent. trying to shove him away is futile since he’s so much bigger than you that he looms over your smaller frame and keeps you caged between the wall and himself with no issue.

you don’t stand a chance against him.

“look at me.”

forced to act submissive by nature, you give in easily to his demand despite the fact that it takes all the effort in the world for you to even attempt to refuse it. so you lift your gaze like the good little omega that you are, and you come to learn that there are tiny summer freckles dusting the bridge of his nose. you’ve never gotten the chance to see him this upclose either.

mentioned bridge slightly scrunches with displeasure now as his hand moves to wrap around your throat. he leans in, his voice hoarse, “is anyone else in here with ya?”

“y-yes,” you stammer, upper lip wobbling because of the fastly upcoming tears that are threatening to fall any second now. you’re well aware that alphas can get aggressive whenever they slip into rut, so you and your big mouth have put yourselves in quite the predicament. and if anything, this particular situation is definitely good enough of a reason to cry about.

“don’t you dare fucking lie to me. that shit pisses me off.” he gives your neck a firm squeeze, enough to make you kick your feet against the floor in sheer, utter panic. a scared little voice in your head tells you that he could lift you right off the ground if he wanted to. or worse.

“no, n-no there isn’t anyone else here!” you squeak out. “it’s just me and my cat! m’sorry!”

his eyebrows draw together.

“what?” you ask warily, trying to calm him down by distracting him even though you’re well aware that he can smell how wet your pussy has become by now and that it’s making him lose more and more of his sense of morality. there’s just something about his touch… it’s so warm that it makes you want to arch your back, as unbelievable as that sounds. “is something the matter?”

“no,” he mutters, still looking unimpressed. god, do his features ever soften? “it’s just that i hate cats, is all… dogs are better.”

you make a mental note to remember this piece of information for whatever reason. what the fuck.

“anyway,” he continues before you can say anything. “let’s take care of your heat now. i have a game to watch later, so i wanna be done by six… unless you feel like warming my dick at my place, that is.”

“w-what?” you freeze, cold sweat rushing over you. one tear falls, sliding down your much too feverish cheek and you sniffle. “no, wait-”

“yeah, yeah, you don’t want it, blah blah blah,” he brushes you off so carelessly that it makes your pulse begin to hammer inside your ears. “and yet you’re still soaking wet between your legs and feeling like you’ll die if i don’t shove my cock inside ya this very instant. spare me with the poor, helpless omega crap, sweetheart... you ain’t foolin’ nobody.”

he’s looking directly into your eyes again, completely shameless and with zero remorse, and you’re so turned on by it that your clit is throbbing. it’s making you slightly nauseous.

“i…” you swallow thickly, trying not to think about the amount of saliva that’s gathering in your mouth. “i don’t-”

without a single warning, he presses himself against you in a way that instantly makes you buck your hips towards him in search for more friction. when he begins to draw back, you act before thinking; grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt and frantically tugging him closer.

“see, i told ya,” he purrs, cruel satisfaction evident on his face as he watches you struggle. “you need me.”

he’s right. god-fucking-damn it, he’s right. the urgency to have an alpha like him inside you has gotten so bad by now that you can barely stand. if it weren’t for his hand that he’s still got wrapped around your throat, you’re pretty sure you’d already be laying on the floor by now.

and that is exactly where you end up.

on the floor, naked, manhandled into a mating press and forcefully stuffed full with his cock. moaning like a slut, sweating like crazy and crying at him to stop, to fucking stop stop STOP, even though you’re the one who’s reaching out, desperately trying to cling onto him and keep him inside.

the sounds your pussy is making whenever he sinks in to the hilt is fucking embarrassing. you’re so wet, practically delirious with want, twitching and whining when he hits that sweetspot deep inside you. you don’t even know his first name, so you’re just babbling nonsense, clawing at his strong arms in meek attempt to punish him.

“open your legs wider f’me.”

the desire to spread your legs further for him even if he’s literally the meanest piece of shit of a man is making you feel disgusting, but you just can’t stop yourself from obeying. your body wants him, it yearns for him, and it’s making your hormones go batshit crazy.

“that’s it, sweetheart.” he pants above you as he praises you, back arching and bicep flexing when he places one hand on your belly. “trying to be such a good girl for your alpha, huh? gonna do just about anythin’ to get me to knock ya up.”

your sobbing intensifies when he presses into the bulge his cock makes underneath your skin.

it’s the first time you see him smile.

[melancoley]

Kakashi didn’t know what was happening to him.

Suddenly, without realizing it, Kakashi wanted something more intimate than an exchange of smiles. He couldn’t understand what had happened, or what was happening exactly, but, out of nowhere, just like someone blinks their eyes, Kakashi was craving something.

Every time he saw you, Kakashi felt something itching in his chest. Between your affectionate smile and your tender words, Kakashi felt a small anxiety rising at his fingertips that left him completely confused. Whenever you left, Kakashi’s heart felt heavy, trying to reach the depths of his being to gain refuge.

What was going on?

Kakashi has experienced all kinds of pain. Kakashi knew all the symptoms of all diseases by heart. Kakashi had an encyclopedia of solutions to every problem. But nowhere did Kakashi come across a justification for his nervous state. He was definitely losing his mind – it was the only justification. Yes. Lack of sleep, a terrible diet, and all the tiredness of a lifetime were the ideal recipe for whatever was plaguing Kakashi. He was sure that was it.

Now the only question left to answer:

why did the symptoms only appear in your presence or at the exact moment you left?

‘A new novel came out yesterday,’ you gave a small, sarcastic laugh when you remembered the premise of the book. ‘It’s more of the same.’

‘Did you want something different?’ Kakashi put down his book and stared at you as he waited for an answer.

‘I wanted something real, you know? I’m already tired of reading about men falling deeply in love with a woman the very moment they meet her.’

‘What is real to you?’

‘It’s the urge, you know? That wanting without being sure if you can. The need for something without having any clue of what. That tension before the first touch, the first kiss, the first… the first everything!’

‘So you want a holding of hands?’

You let out a new laugh and looked at the landscape of the moonlit village. ‘Yes. You could say that.’

And when your fingertips gently rested on top of Kakashi’s hand; when your warm fingers began to tenderly warm Kakashi’s hand; when you showed that you wanted without being sure if you could – when you touched Kakashi for the first time, he understood everything.

Kakashi wanted you. Desperately.

[bttrflybb]

ANTIFRAGILE ❤︎ madara u. 18+

summary: the newlywedded uchihas have yet to fulfill their... obligations, even though they're coming up on a year anniversary. some think it's not going over as smoothly as expected, as many arranged marriages do. 'what a gentleman,' the old ladies would gossip at the fact that you were yet to be with child. it's funny, how wrong they are.

contains: madara x f!reader, arranged marriage (but you couldn't be more perfect for him), breed¡ng, preggo mentions, creamp¡es, mating press, light choking, praise (good girl, princess, doll), cerv stim, madara is a FREAK, reader matches it, uchiha love (he is fucking crazy)

your head hums each time you pull a groan from madara’s mouth into yours, straddling his waist with your chest flush against his as you tongue him down. “god- you’re insatiable, woman,” he murmured between a sloppy break in the kiss. a husky chuckle comes from him when he sees you already a mess of yourself. spit sticks strands of hair to your cheeks, your lips dripping in it- so pretty and swollen already.

your desperation was evident when he arrived home and you immediately approached him in a loose-fitting navy blue robe- certainly not yours judging by how it all but hugged your figure. he peered down at you when you wordlessly outstretched your arms to him, and his expression shifted once you were close enough that he could make out the mounds beneath the fabric. a thick arm hooks around your waist, his other taking a firm hold of your jaw for a kiss. madara loved you hard, an aggressive lover through and through. you were his, and he would make that fact apparent to everyone including you.

no other woman could match the energy madara exuded. you, however, were different. so much smaller than him, he clicked his tongue at your pitiful bow. your face remained unchanged, and you rose to look him in the eyes. madara felt something stir within him- he felt challenged, in a way. every woman before and without a doubt every woman after could not meet the eyes of the man, and if they did it was shaky and uncertain. never in a million years would he take such a woman’s hand. much to his fathers dismay.

it was much deeper than eye contact to him. to him, it was stability. it was significant of the fact that you matched him in beliefs and wits. to him, you were equal. you were weaker by many miles, but you were wise- somebody he would be proud to have by his side and make a mother.

marital manners were something quickly thrown out of the window though, because you matched him in one other thing.

desire. lust, you could say. you and madara were unapologetically attracted to each other in a carnal, unceremonious way. fuck making you shuffle around and bow to him in your own household. many would assume the two of you to follow such outlines firmly, but oh were they wrong.

even after he broke the kiss, your eyes stayed fixed on his face, searching for something. “what do you need, lover?” he’d break you from your little trance and you’d look him in the eyes, your fingers gripping wrinkles into his robe sleeves. “i need you, madara.” you’d purr.

and now you’re on top of him, his robe untied around you and the entire front of your bare body on display for him. ‘like an escort,’ he had chuckled when you tugged it free over top of him. “you look a fucking mess already, doll.” “for you, madara.” nothing sounded better than his name on your tongue. the two of you flash a sly smile at the other, like two animals pausing a fight for dominance before attacking the other. this time, it’s him. gloved firm fingers and a thumb nestle on each side of your neck, and he singlehandedly tugs you down by the throat to be centimeters from his face. “better be for me.” he squeezes and a breathless, silent yip comes from you. not from the action, but the sudden arousal it causes. “only you.” you weakly strain out. the pressure isn't enough to make you struggle, but enough to make you fuzzy. he nips part of his other glove between his teeth, unsheathing it and tossing it to the side. “let’s see what you’ve got for me then, hmm?” he murmurs, tugging you down into another kiss with one hand and the other finding it’s way to you already soaked cunt. a hot moan breaks from you and into his mouth at the contact, two thick fingers lazily rubbing at your clit.

it’s not long before he’s stretching you on them both- you make it so fucking easy for him. you choke when the hand around your throat pushes against you, separating the kiss with a breathless “phuahh..” from you. “pretty girl.” he smiles, admiring your fucked out face. “needed me home, didn’t you?” he gives your head a small shake, like you’re a toy he’s trying to get to work. “huh, doll?” “mhmm..” is all you can hum, catching your breath and swallowing the spit pooling behind your lower teeth. “it’s… it’s been two weeks…” you breathe, watching for his face to realize what you’re saying. “since i bled.” you can see the cogs turns behind those inky eyes of his, and your cunt throbs at the way they soften upwards.

you and madara fucked like rabbits when he was with you, but that was the thing. he wasn’t with you often, and when he was, it was horribly mistimed with your cycle. poor you had been left to get through every ovulation cycle on your own, left only with his robes soaked with the smell of oak, jasmine, and his musk.

“hahhh? is that what this is?“ his laughs send tremors through your body, still sitting atop him. “i’m still to give you an heir, aren’t i?” he chuckles, like it just slipped his mind. like that wasn’t the only reason you were arranged to be wed so quickly. everything is so hot to you that even that fact has got you tightening around nothing. the fact that such a traditional man is so lost in you he’s forgotten your joint marital duty. “mhmmm,” you hum, your hands finding their way to his chest, taking two handfuls of his breasts into your palm and softly raking your nails over them. “i’m still to carry it, madara.” your voice drips like syrup, and all he can think about is you, ripe with his child and in this same crested robe.

your cunt burns as he goes to the hilt, even when all you and your body needs is him, he’s still so big. “there you go, princess. you’ve got it.” he rumbles, licking his lips like he’s soaking up your noises and whines like an incubus. “fuck- you feel fucking good.” he shudders, pelvis to cunt with you. your legs are bent and your knees are to your shoulders, arms still drowned in fabric weakly splayed out across the futon. “you feel good- stretch me so good, madara-” you whine “yeah? do i, pretty girl? feels like this pussy was made for me,” he chuckles as you tighten around him at the statement, a weak whine crawling it’s way out of your throat. “jus’ for you, sir,” you weakly smile, and that title is enough for him to start moving.

your hands find your chest and you weakly squeeze and pinch at yourself while his cock splits you with each thrust, you feel so much but you’re somehow desperate for more. it’s not enough, you need more of him. “m-mada-raaa,” he fucks his name out of you, head tilting down at your pathetic little pleas. “more- i need f-fuh-hahhh.. fucking moreee,” you groan, eyes locking with his. he almost looks offended. “more? more??” he cackles.

in one swift movement, his hands are on either side of you and he’s leaning forward, still sheathed and curling you in on yourself with him. “you’re too fucking much, you know that, brat?” he hisses, punctuating that poisonous nickname with a small thrust that sends blissful agony shooting through your nervous system. “you take and take,” he pulls out, situating himself to stand on the balls of his feet now. “all you do is fucking take,” he buries himself- fully inside- balls practically to your fucking asshole, and you feel like you’ve fallen flat on your back with the wind that’s been knocked out of you. he's suddenly flush against every erogenous spot inside of you and you're sobbing. “but.. hahahh.. you’re so fucking perfect i just want to give.” for a moment, you swear you see red flash in those eyes of his. he looks crazed above you, eyes wide and weakly smiling, and you swear you’ve never felt more attracted to him.

you’ve already milked one load from him, warm cum shooting into you for maybe 20 seconds straight, but it’s not enough. he’s ramming it back into you, a milky white ring forming around the base of his cock as cum mixed with cream keep the two of you attached by strings of each other each time he pulls out, just to drive it directly back into you. you look fucking stupid on him, and he loves it. loves that pretty little fucked out face. loves bringing a hand up to smush your cheeks together and give you little smacks like he’s trying to wake you up. “thought you wanted more, doll.” “nghh.. i do… i want all of you- i need you, madara. you’re- hohhh, you’re all i n-need…” you pathetically babble. “you’ve got me, princess. i’ll fucking kill for you.” uchiha’s and the way they profess their love. isn’t it so dreamy?

tears stream down your pretty face, you feel so exposed beneath him like this. you’re getting the air fucked out of you again and your hands ball up as you focus on the increasing heat in your belly. “you’ve got it, doll. hahh- need you to finish- hahh, gotta make sure it takes- hahahh,” his filthy words make the turbulence of feelings you’re riding through even rougher, and a sob escapes from you as you teeter on the edge. “cum for me, princess. i’m- hah, i’m gonna finish too- gonna shoot right into you,” his words are separated with the loud wet plaps of your cunt meeting his pelvis, and the harmony of those noises and his vile speech create have got you throwing your head back onto the cushioned tatami. you’re not sure what he’s saying, but the rumble of his voice is the only thing that's keeping you grounded amid your nerve-frying orgasm. his fat, precise tip abusing your low-set cervix has you going crazy, and then a particularly hard thrust has the two flush against one another and he’s emptying directly into your womb.

madara isn't always so vocal, his roster of noises consists of low groans and huffs (and... laughs for some reason..?), but god you've got him falling apart. every clench around his wide dick has got him singing above you. "hahh-- good girlll," he growls, sucking air between his teeth. "don't waste a drop, take it all for me," he pulls out of you, falling back on his knees and letting you lower body unfold and drop. you're still twitching from your climax, every part of you feels fuzzy. like you're in a cloud. a rough thumb rips you back to the mortal plane as it grazes your clit and plugs your entrance. he tuts, "now what'd i say?" you whine, limp legs weakly jerking in reaction. "nnh- madaraaa..." you breathe. you're funny, he thinks. "whaddya say, princess?" "mmm... thank youuuu..." you giggle weakly, hands coming up to rub at your teary eyes. his smile is gentle as he looks at you- not so hungry compared to the others. you're just too sweet in your glow. you make him soft. and that dumb little smile you reciprocate has him even softer.

[yakamozz3]

❝ I know you can take it ❞

༄ 𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: sasuke x reader

༄ 𝒯𝒲／𝒞𝒲：fem!reader, boyfriend!sasuke, p in v, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, porn without plot, use of ‘good girl’, praising, choking

𝒫ℛ𝒪ℳ𝒫𝒯 ☆*:・ﾟ

Sasuke just loves you so much, but he also loves to take out his Stress on you <3

“just look at you“ sasuke cooes down at you with a grin on his face while thrusting into you with no mercy. “Taking it all like a good girl” he mockingly says cupping one of your tear stained cheeks with his hand. He just came back from a mission that night -an especially unpleasant one too- that really fucked with him, so why not fuck it out on you when he comes home he thought, and that’s what you’ve been doing ever since.

there you were submissively laying under him as he bullies his large cock into your -by now- sore little cunt. “sasuke” you slur out while other breathy whines escape from your glossy plump lips, the sound of skin slapping against each other and your sasukes groans filling the small room completely.You were completely cock drunk from his deep thrusts and his tip always hitting that one spot which makes you go insane. Your walls clenching so well around his cock, a creamy circle forming at the base of his cock from fucking your balls deep.

“sasuke” you call out again as tears well up in your ( e/c ) eyes from all of the pleasure. The way he rolled his hips, the way deep groans escape his mouth and the way your tummy bulges at his length makes you go feral. And he knows that too. “you’re too deep, I feel it in my tummy!” you barely manage to get out being too distracted from sasukes thick cock in your creamy pussy dragging against your gummy walls with each thrust making tears stream down your face.

“you feel me hm?” he replies with a breathy voice trying not to cum already, at this rate he didn’t just drive you crazy but also himself, getting lost in your wet tight pussy that was also so fucking warm he could come every second if he didn’t take pride in making you cum multiple times before he did. “Mhmm” you moan out while eagerly nod your head as a reply as he wipes away a tear from your cheek. deep groans still escaping his parted lips while his arousal washes away the anger and stress from before. “You’re so good to take your stress out on” he moans seemingly going faster, wrapping his hand tightly around your neck.

“Sasuke!” you moan out with your back arching and pussy clenching around his cock “I can’t take it anymore” you cry out with a whine and tear filled eyes watching sasuke still pounding you without a care.

“I know you can take it”.

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉ℯ： this was the first thing I’ve ever written some months ago and I finally got the courage to post it! Ik it has room for improvement so if you have any critic feel free to leave it here for me!!

[narutogwriting]

Anyways let’s thirst y’all 💦 👅

[dragonsoulage]

What a drag...going shopping with his pretty girl

feat. Shikamaru Nara

Poor Guy, for some occasion you need a new dress, even when his lazy ass wouldn't move, but seeing his girlfriend in a stunning dress could be worth it..

warnings: fluff

Wordcount: 1,4k

Hello world, so since I do my little stuff, here a short glimpse of what it would be like to go shopping with our genius Shikamaru 🤌

English is not my first language and I suck in proof reading lol 👁️👄👁️

Oh he already groaned in frustration when he heard you wanted to go shopping because you was invited to the wedding of your sister.

Shikamaru was already aware that he not only needed to attend the wedding but also going shopping with you. He sat there looking at you with tired dark eyes while he had a toothpick between his lips, watching how you paced around the room while talking to your mom.

With his oh so smart thoughts he tried to get ready like morally to go shopping with you. Not that he disliked it per se but alone the fact that it was a store full of clothes, hours would go byfor you to look for the "perfect" dress, and he just wanted to chill under the clouds.

But as your boyfriend he knew his duties, aware he needed to do it with you  after all why should he pass the option to "decide" what dress suits you the best. When you then hung up on the phone you looked at him, your gaze loving and excited because of the news.

"Not even a little glimpse of motivation huh." You mused out loud when your eyes locked with his. He took out the toothpick from his lips before he stretched his back.

"We both know I won't even stand a chance against the shopping thing or the whole wedding thing." Shikamaru yawned before you stepped closer to him. He sat on the edge of the bed and you placed yourself between his manspread legs. Laying your hands on top of his shoulders gazing down at him.

"You know when it's really thaaaat bad for you I can-" you wanted to tell him when je really would dislike the idea of going to a wedding ceremony or even shopping, he wouldn't have to, after all you was indeed really understanding. One of the things je loved about you. But the clever shinobi interupted you placing his hands on your waist, pulling you just a little closer and looking up into your pretty face, what showed him how concerned you was. You was could smell the faint scent of cigarettes. He wasn't uncomfortable to go, he was just an lazy ass and he knew that. So Shikamaru would do it, for your sake.

"Nah, even I am aware that this is one of those boyfriend duties I need to attend. And I love you even more than my holy sleep or watching clouds. I will get over it." Shika spoke maybe a little grumbly but that was his decision to accompany you in this. You chuckled then and laid a hand on his cheek marvleing at his skin and you found it endearing how knee he just an lazy ass. A handsome and smart lazy ass to be honest.

"Boyfriend duties hm? But fine I won't complain so get ready, baby. We go shopping this weekend. After all I need a new dress." You Said with that little wicked smile and your sarcastic tone. Why you was just an evil but so pretty temptress? Why does he sacraficed his sleep and lazy afternoons just for you? A mircale he probably would never solve.

And the minute you two stepped into a store he straight wanted to go to the dress section, although you seemed to have other plans, you wanted to browse a little through the store, not just to look at what you need but to see what you might want.

"Babe, you look at this clothes, eyeing saying 'this is cute' just to not even take it to the changing room. So where is the point in that?" Shikamaru asked with that irritaed voice, watching you browse through the section. A small smile tugged at your lips before you turned your head around.

"Not everything has to be logical right? I just want to see what I probably would like but mostly can't afford or don't really need. But I still want to look." You tried to explain that, although it was just typical behaviour for you. He shurgged his shoulders continued to walk behind you.

After you was done and took a few dresses to the changing room, Shikamaru sat down on this armchair in front of it, like the typical boyfriend should do. Just waiting for you to present him the dress you tried on. After all it should be fitting for a wedding.

You took some minutes as you stepped out of the cabin. This dress was indeed really good but you kinda looked not really convinced. His eyes ranked you up and down before they settled on your unsatisfyed face. "Whats wrong, babe?" He asked then, before he would give his opinion. The shinobi was a smart man, not saying something wrong before he would clearly knew what was disturbing you.

"Don't know kinda looks...cheap on me like with those rhinestones...I thought it would be cute but it isn't at all." You sighted and then he cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows pulled together before he rested his chin on his oalm. Yeah he wasn't the one for shopping but he would give you feedback when you really wanted it.

"Well cheap is the wrong word, it's not cheap. It just not bringing out the best. You have better dresses at home." His voice collective as he eyed you. Even when this dress wasn't ideal you still was a sight to behold.

After some more dresses were he always looked up and said something to it. Shikamaru sat there looking down to his fingers that fidget with the hem of his vest. Before you stepped out again. And this time it was the perfect dress. Black and long, flattering your figure and curves. Your waist snatched with a slit in the right thigh. Gorgeous. It was just absolutly gorgeous. When he looked at you he runned a hand through his hair, cleared his throat. Just observing you before he made a move with his finger, what means that you should turn around for him.

Even your backside, he indeed liked it really much in general was breathtaking. The usually so composed and lazy shinobi gluped hard, so his adam apple bobbed in his throat.

"What you say? It's a little bold maybe, usually I don't wear this but-" you wanted to start your explanation but before this could get iut of hand he stopped you. Besides the fact that this was indeed stunning on you this was the opportunity to go out of this shop, you found the dress you would need.

"Take it. You Look good, actually more than good. Flattering even." He replied, still his eyes roamed over you. Such a pretty girlfirend, the young man thought to himself.

After you paid for the dress you and Shikamaru walked out. Indeed it had been a while but it was not so long, as what he thought it would be. A small smile tugged at his lips, a smirk perhaps, a smart smirk. As soon as you two were outside again he lit on a cigarette took a drag before looking at you. "You know probably this wedding we need to attend won't be too bad, then I can oggle you the entire time." Hlhe Snickers at his own words. Before you have him, quiet a playful nudge. "Oggle me huh? I will oggle you too, after all we still need to get something you can wear too, Shika." You spoke and he could swear for a moment he saw a devilish grin. But then the realization kicked in he took the cigarette with two fingers out of his mouth.

"What do you mean with for me?" Poor hoy thinking shopping was over, you still needed fitting shoes and besides that he would need a suit. And Shika probably would look so good in it.

"Like how I said it, clever boy. We need a suit or something like that for you. Oh don't give me that look." You teased, patted his cheek.

"For someone who always knows every move I could make and has like battle strategy plans...you should have known that we are not done yet." You said to him with a small giggle. Then you leaned forward placed a cheeky kiss on his lips before you walked further.

"You will be the death of me." Shikamaru meant before he literally didn't have a choice and continued the shopping spree

[vivasciouslay]

You shivered softly, eyes closing as he covered the barely there distance between you two, one hand resting on your nape and other on your jaw. The red hue of Sharingan glinted in the dark of his room, the other light being the soft illumination of Moon. Your breaths turned heavy when he leaned in, and your neck tilted automatically, breath knocking out of your chest as your lips met.

His right hand tightened on your nape as his lips gently claimed yours, other hand trailing down your spine gently. "Breath, Love." He breathed in your mouth, making you take a ragged breath in. He claimed your lips once again, the plush of your lips dragging against his chapped but soft lips again and again, your nose bumping lightly.

He kept kissing you softly and deeply, his hand holding on the small of your back as he pressed you flush against him, your arms automatically coiling around his neck, and you kissed him back with same fervour, holding onto his neck as the low rumbles of his chest made you weak to the knees.