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hauntedhokage · 2 years ago

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hi hi! Could I please request hcs for your first time with the Konoha founders (Madara,Hashirama, tobirama?) tyia!!

hi, you certainly can! I totally got carried away with these but i had a lot of fun ~

warnings: written with female reader in mind, sexual content, mentions of potential pregnancy, cock warming,

Madara Uchiha

Madara isn't one for letting people get close, so to be at the point with him where not only you were regularly kissing and close enough that he's asking to go further says a lot.

He basically loves you at this point, even if he hasn't said as much out loud and the question of whether you'll let him go further requires no deeper consideration to have you nodding in the affirmative in the moonlit forest clearing

He's careful as he undresses you, gentle hands pulling at the various ties and buttons keeping your clothing together, his eyes staying on yours to ensure that you remain comfortable under his hands as he moves. It's only when you're undressed that he notices that he's still fully clothed, and sits back to give you the opportunity to see him as he'd gotten to see you.

He's very bashful as you undress him, which is truly out of character for the normally (mostly) collected man - unless he was with you. Madara was still strong and confident, but something in the way you specifically looked at him made him feel that way. It's the love but don't tell him that or else he'll blush

His hands are gentle as they explore your body without the layer of clothing keeping you from him, warm as they hold your breasts while he kisses you.

"Every bit of you is perfection, my dear," he'll compliment as he lies you back, kissing you one last time before he moves to explore the rest of your body with his mouth, gradually getting more comfortable with how you like to be touched.

He's nervous at first, but he is very generous when it comes to oral. He could probably be between your legs like this for hours, since he thoroughly enjoys how sweet you taste to him and the sounds you make for him and him alone while he's licking at your most sensitive spot.

The nerves return when he's sitting up in front of you again, cock in hand and lined up with your entrance. All he has to do is gently push forward, you've already begged asked him to take you finally, but he finds himself pausing as his tip is just barely pressing against your folds. But then he reaches for your hand, and holds it tight in his own as he finally urges forward to work himself into you.

He's painfully careful as he makes love to you, desperate to maintain his self control so he can avoid causing you any pain. Each thrust is calculated and careful, and his eyes stay on yours to make sure that he's actually making you feel good.

When he comes it's inside you mostly by accident, you'd made him feel so good that he wasn't thinking about arguably the most important detail. He hopes you're not upset, but he wouldn't be upset by having his heir conceived in such a setting. If you're not upset, he's able to relax in the grass beside you and pull you close, peppering kisses to your head as the cool night air blows over you both.

Eventually you'd both need to get up and get dressed before someone found you so exposed, but for now he's content to lay there and mumble sweet nothings back and forth.

Hashirama Senju

Oh, Hashirama is a nervous wreck over this. This was a moment he'd been waiting a while for and now it was here and you were sitting naked in front of him as planned and it was almost too much.

He's so worried about whether or not you actually want to have sex with him, if you'll like how he looks? Is his penis the right size? What even was the "right size"? These weren't things he talked about with Madara or his brother, so he feels under prepared for something so important.

Please kiss this man to pull him out of his head, otherwise you'd be sitting there naked all night while he overthinks.

His hands are shaky as he undresses, so giving him a helping hand will help him feel a lot better (and keep him from accidentally tearing something and feeling the need to explain how to the tailor when getting it repaired). Kisses to his chest and stomach as more skin is revealed, keeping your eyes on his as you do to help reassure him that you want to be here as much as he does.

"Relax, Hashirama," you request, taking his hands in his and gently peppering kisses along his knuckles to try and help him relax. "We don't have to if you don't think-" "I WANT TO TAKE THIS STEP WITH YOU!"

He's already hard, cock aching at the sight of your body and feel of your warm skin on his hands. When you bring one of his hands down to your already wet center, he's suddenly much more relaxed as he realizes that you want this too.

His fingers are eager to explore, spreading and stretching you open like he knows he'll need to while indulging in the sweet sounds you make as he pleasures you. He's not intending on making you come, so he's actually surprised when you do just by his fingers.

And when he gets to lay you back, his hand holds yours as he guides himself in. He could come from the sight of your face, contorted in pleasure as he stretched you, but he knows that he couldn't possibly cut this experience short for you.

But as enamored as he is by your face, he can't help but sit back so he can watch himself go in and out of you. There's something hypnotizing about watching his cock disappear inside you, he could sit there and watch forever.

But all things come to end eventually, and when he meets his end it's with his face pressed into your neck, profusely thanking you for providing him with the honor of this intimacy and telling you how much he loved you.

Tobirama Senju

The only one out of this trio that isn't at all nervous. Not at all understating the importance of the first time he's being intimate with you in that way, but it's a natural human occurrence and if you didn't want to take that step with him you wouldn't have let him move his hands further up your skirt. Nor would you have said "yes" when he asked if that was okay.

His kisses are confident as you sit on his lap, one of his hands resting on your thigh under your skirt while the other holds the back of your neck. Every so often he'll give your thigh a squeeze, moving his hand just a bit closer until his fingertips are brushing against the fabric of your underwear.

"Eager, are we?" you tease against his lips, gently nipping at his bottom lip and grinning when he lets out a soft groan. "I'm eager, too."

"You look so pretty on my lap like this, how can I not be?" his counter is accompanied by his fingers hooking into the band of your underwear, gently tugging at them so he could pull them down your legs. He doesn't let them hit the floor, instead pocketing them to keep them clean.

He takes a moment to wet his fingers before his hand goes back up your skirt, pushing your legs apart so he can spread your folds. The contact has your mouth falling open, your head falling against his shoulder as he spreads your wetness that had gathered to your clit.

You hold tight to his shirt as he fingers you; the long, slender digits taking their time in exploring your pussy, his thumb maintaining a constant pressure on your clit. It's when he feels your walls start to tighten around his fingers that he starts to rub small circles around your clit while maintaining that same wonderful pressure.

"Please come for me, my dear, I need you to be ready for me," he requests, his own mouth trailing kisses along your face and neck. Based on your pleasured whimpers and tight grip on his shoulder, he knows you're about to topple over that edge, and he's smiling as he feels your clenching around his three fingers. "That's it, you're so pretty when you're coming on my fingers."

Your skirt and his pants were going to be a mess, but that's not a concern for either of you as he's pulling his cock out of his pants. He's already so hard, and you gently take hold of him as he helps you adjust so you're straddling him on his chair and hovering just above his length.

There's a moment of hesitation, those red eyes meeting yours with a question in them that only you have the answer to. And your answer is given by carefully lowering yourself onto him, keeping your gaze locked on his until you're fully seated on his length.

With his hands on your hips and your hands settled on his shoulders, you both work together to set an easy pace. His goal is to make sure you feel and enjoy every inch of him as he helps you move, and he can tell by the way your walls are fluttering around him that you are very much enjoying what he's giving you.

He's a relatively quiet lover, the sounds that leave him are mostly quiet grunts and maybe a soft groan but nothing too loud. However, he wants you to be as loud as you want to be - let the whole village know that you were quite happily spoken for and well looked after.

His hand will leave your hip in favor of seeking out your clit, wanting to make sure that you find your release before he does. His fingers work against the sensitive bud rapidly, all while urging you to show him how pretty you are when you're coming for him.

And when you do come, your walls clenching rhythmically around his length, he's kissing you to muffle his groan as his hands keep you firmly planted on his lap as he finishes inside you.

He'll lean back in the chair, bringing you to relax in his arms as he works to regulate his breathing once more. Gentle kisses are peppered into your hair and his hands rub your back as he lets himself enjoy this moment with you.

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bridgetotheskyyy · 1 year ago

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Prove it - Hashirama

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, pegging (of course lol), hints of body worship, bdsm undertones

A/n: Day 1 complete! Got really fluffy toward the end but how can it not with daddy hashi ❤❤❤

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The bouquet was huge. Tulips nestled with baby's breath mingled with sunflowers and roses the color of the sea at morning's light. Hashirama had uprooted an entire forest to offer these to you. Or, rather, he had grown an entire forest just to uproot it as a gift to you.

Still, you stared deadpanned at the array of flowers, leaned to the side to see Hashirama.

“You can’t be serious.”

Hashirama leaned to the side to shoot you a wide-toothed grin.

“I am!”

You threw your hands up and went back inside. “You can’t possibly think this will make up for all the dinners you’ve missed?”

This would, in fact, be the fifth he had missed in favor of a council meeting. When he had to meet with the other Kage, you let it go; you had to, of course; the shinobi world depended on such diplomacy.

“I don’t.” Hashirama’s tone had turned serious. “It’s just ― Tobirama. You know how he is if I miss anything, even something as serious as a dinner with loved ones comes second! This is only the start. Anything else ― you only have to ask.”

He settled the gigantic bouquet by the front door and followed you to the living room, where you sat, already, on the couch, arms crossed and staring straight ahead. He approached you, knelt by your side. Hashirama planted a reverent kiss to your knee, exposed by how your dress had ridden up your thigh.

“I am yours, (Y/n).”

He trailed kisses up your thigh. He took your arm in his hands, turned it over to expose your inner wrist, where he commenced to plant kisses against the train of your veins, up and up.

After a few seconds of obstinacy, you retrieved your hand to caress his face. “Prove it.”

Hashirama’s eyes widened slightly, surprised by the challenge. Both knees were on the ground now to allow him to kneel farther, until his lips kissed your feet.

“I mean what I say, (Y/n),” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

A devilish thought crossed the moon of your thoughts.

“You know what I want.”

Hashirama stiffened, realization dawning. “B―But, dear, we have guests tonight! The council and my brother are coming to ―”

“Aw.” You dipped your head to coo. “Then we should hurry.”

Hashirama shuddered against your evil.

You chuckled. “It’s up to you, Hashi. You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Hashirama gulped. He bowed his head. “Very well.”

Leader. Hokage. God of Shinobi, even. All the titles your husband had accrued for himself.

But all of them were null and void as he sat on his hands and knees, fully nude as you came to fix yourself behind him, the strap-on tight around your lower half.

You licked your lips, relishing the view before you; Hashirama bucked slightly as your hand roved over his ass cheek, swallowing as he hunched, ready to receive.

“Go easy,” Hashirama said. “Won’t you, (Y/n)?”

“Of course,” You purred, giving his ass a playful smack ― and at the lack of response, you wished you had done so harder. “Remember when I prepped you that one time?”

You took the shaft of your false cock, relieved you had found it so easily and so cheap, and trailed it along the crack of Hashirama’s perfect ass. Despite the state the world was in, somehow strap-ons and dildos were allocated to the necessity category.

You held Hashirama by his hip. He lowered his face in the sheets, long hair training the side of the bed.

“I ―” He swallowed. “I do.”

The twitch of his cock did not go unnoticed.

“I prepped you for hours, if I recall …” You directed the tip up and down the valley of his crack, “accidentally” getting the tip stuck against his puckered hole. “Just the tip, then a little more, in and out … in and out …”

Hashirama clenched the sheets. His torment salivated you, overran your mouth in excitement.

“Beg for me,” You said.

You could see him in your mind’s eye, clenching his teeth, cheeks pink, suppressing his pants ― and you hadn’t even done anything to him yet. The image went right to your clit.

“P ― Please …”

“Louder.” You tapped the tip against his asshole. “Let the whole of the shinobi hear Hashirama Senju beg to be fucked ―”

The sheets ripped in his hold.

“Please! Please, (Y/n)!”

You forced the dildo in, pulling Hashirama toward you.

He released a harsh groan as you sunk into him, until the hilt met his ass. You drew circles over his sun-kissed skin with your thumb as he shuddered under you.

“Tell me when ―”

“Now,” he ordered. “Please. I can take it.”

You smiled. “Thatta boy.”

You experimented with an initial thrust. Hashirama sighed as you found a rhythm, fucking slowly into him each time. You bit your lip to his soft sounds of praise, the “yes yes” and “so goods.” The gentle expletives under his breath. Not for the first time you wished you were strong enough to rock Hashirama’s steady form, but he showed his affinity to wood in even this respect, rooted on his hands and knees where he was.

You angled both hands to his hips to steer you forward and gave your first hard thrust ―

“Aargh!”

Hashirama reached forward for the headboard, taking a chunk out of it upon contact.

You slapped his ass, harder this time.

“Behave!” You ordered as he shivered at your touch.

“I’m sorry,” Hashirama said hastily, breathlessly. “I apologize, please, please, don’t ―”

“I don’t move for boys who don’t behave,” You said, determined to sit dormant inside him.

Hashirama whined, but accepted the punishment. Your fingers ghosted over the stalks of hair on his skin and you stared in delight as goosebumps raised them. You met a strand of his hair and twirled it around your finger.

Moments more, and you began to move again.

“Oh, thank you,” he breathed out, his praise more for the heavens more than you. “Oh ― aargh!”

Your hips slapped into him, skin spanking and reddening between the two of you as you fucked him. You wove a hand around to grasp at his cock ―

Hashirama jolted in surprise. He cried out as you stroked him.

You leaned to run your tongue against the small of his back, bucking harder into him.

“I love you like this,” You said as Hashirama whined at the feel of your warm breath on his skin.

Still, despite your composure, you were not immune to the way the strap-on brushed against your clit, soaped with your slick, the sensation heavenly.

You bit your lip against it as Hashirama bent a head down to bite down on the sheets.

SLAP

He drew in a sharp breath.

“No muffling,” You said, quickening your pace. “I want to hear you, my love.”

Hashirama bent his head forward, groaned as you palmed at his hefty erection. You thumbed his tip and he gave the loveliest, most defeated whisper-moan.

You gasped, your cunt clenching onto nothing. You knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

You stroked him faster as you rolled your hips, surprising the man underneath you with jolting thrusts.

“Aah!” Hashirama bucked into you, meeting one of your thrusts head on.

He twitched in your hand as you mustered the hardest thrusts you could, in search of your climax as much as his. You reached forward with another hand and bundled Hashirama’s hair in your fist for leverage, another throb of pleasure jolting your cunt as Hashirama cried out louder, masculine voice nearly set to an echo against the pristine walls.

“Cum for me, Lord Hokage,” You purred. “Cum on my cock.”

With a magnificent roar, Hashirama spilled into the sheets, staining them white. He ground against your hand, having since released his hair in favor of palming at his ass and muscled thighs. You hummed as you rocked and humped with wild abandon against the strap-on, fucking your clit raw as you fucked into Hashirama.

“Oh, gods!” Hashirama fell forward as you found your orgasm.

Clench, clench, clench. You gave Hashirama a few more parting strokes before pulling out. You disposed of the strap-on with struggling, trembling hands. Once removed, you joined Hashirama on the bed, closing and tightening your legs to enjoy the final thrums of your climax. The poor man had swirls for eyes for seconds more as he panted to recover his breath.

You kissed his shoulder, resuming your habit of drawing invisible patterns into his tawny skin, following the planes of his back.

He turned his head to face you, cracked the eye not planted into the sheets. He smiled at you.

“You’re a goddess,” he said. “You know that?”

You kissed the sharp cliff of his nose before returning his smile. “You could say it more.”

Never one to run out of stamina, Hashirama sat up, roping an arm around you to move you to the top of the bed. He laid you on pillows before kissing your lips, your chin, the line of your jaw, all the way to your ear.

“You’re not really angry with me, are you?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes halfheartedly. “I never was.”

“Wha ―?” Hashirama shot up to see your face, shock coloring his. “Then ―?”

You chuckled. “I just wanted to bait you into this, is all.”

Hashirama shook his head, though his smile was stubborn. “You are a vixen.”

“And you are a man who’s doing his best,” You said, caressing the side of his face. “I know that. If you had a choice, you’d spend more time with me.”

He chuckled and it was a laugh from a man much younger. “Especially after that.”

You cuddled into Hashirama’s side. “So, when do we have to be ready for guests?”

Calm. Wind chimes tinked nearby as Hashirama hummed.

His eyes flew open. They found the clock.

“... Five minutes.”

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veroniquesboutique · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 11 - Sensory Deprivation/Role Reversal

For Kinktober day 11!

Hashirama Senju x gn!Reader

Content warnings: gender-neutral reader, manipulation, sensory deprivation, bondage, choking, cumming untouched, hands-free, established relationship

18+ Minors DNI!

More under the cut!

The feeling of the grass slowly growing and stretching up to tickle your toes will never stop surprising you. As you sit in his lap in this field the two of you tend to find yourself in, you lean yourself into his chest and breath in the earthy, mossy smell that feels like home radiating off of him. The only thing interrupting the sound of your shared breathing is the babbling creek cutting through the field, and it is all comforting despite the chaos of life outside of these moments. With your hand caressing his cheek softly, you press your face into the crook of his neck, trying to get yourself as close to him as possible. He laughs softly at your squirming, wrapping his arms around your body and keeping you tight against him.

“Are you sure?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper but loud and close enough for it to echo off his skin. He chuckles again, twisting a strand of your hair between his fingers.

“I’m just saying that I think it would be interesting,” he muses, tilting his head to let his body envelope you whole.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t?” It feels so obvious to him. That you can control yourself enough because of how dearly you love him. And honestly, how could he be wrong?

And your own use of the word love always freezes the churning in your stomach. Your moments with Hashirama were few and far between, private, tense with the knowledge that you two probably shouldn’t be as friendly as you are. Of course, that hasn’t stopped you from becoming friends, the best of friends, from blurring the lines of friendship as your hands and lips explored each other’s bodies in this exact same field. Now it feels like a universal truth that you cannot be together as much as it feels like a universal truth that you cannot live without him, and it’s awful when you think about it for too long, and the only time you’re not thinking about it is when you’re wrapped up in him, all of him surrounding all of you and keeping you from the harshness of the world you live in.

You’re brought back to the moment by the sound of snapping in your face. “You disappeared on me for a moment,” He laughs, and it vibrates your whole body with the warmth of joy that you can only feel when he’s with you.

“I’m just trying to predict every way I could kill you to mitigate it…or use it to my advantage,” You offer back, your deadpan as playful as you can get, and it makes him smile because he knows you’re trying to match his energy.

“It’ll take a lot to kill me, so give it your best shot,” he challenges, and you can’t help but smile at him.

Continued on AO3...

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queenuchiha89 · 8 months ago

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#hashirama smut #senju tobirama #madara #hatake kakashi #tw dark themes #tw dark thoughts #tw. dark content #tw noncon #fandom polls #tumblr polls #my polls

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suvidrache · 1 year ago

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NSFW Alphabet - Hashirama

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 439 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

A: Aftercare - What they're like after sex?

- Will get you anything that you need and clean you up.

B: Body Part - Their favorite part of themselves/you?

- His arms, your legs.

C: Cum - Taste, texture, etc?

- Slightly salty with an opaque color.

D: Dirty Secret

- He gets himself off in your lingerie when you aren't there. Of course, he will either wash the clothes or pretend like nothing happened to them.

E: Experience - How much experience do they have?

- Lots, he has 3 kids from a previous partner.

F: Favorite Position

- Lotus, Missionary, Doggy style.

G: Goofy - How are they: serious, funny, etc?

- Will make jokes and laugh at times to ease the tension. He doesn't want it to be uncomfortable or too serious.

H: Hair - Shaved, not shaved, color?

- Trimmed, black.

I: Intimacy - How are they romantically?

- Very romantic. He tries his best to make you happy. He will also leave marks on accident.

J: Jack Off - How often do they masturbate?

- Once or twice, when you've been gone a while.

K: Kink - Their kinks?

- Breeding, playing with his hair, light scratching.

L: Location - Favorite place(s) to do it?

- The bedroom. He doesn't really want his sex life to be public.

M: Motivation - What gets them into it?

- Lingerie, teasing touches.

N: No - Will not do/turns them off?

- Threesome, public places.

O: Oral - Giving, receiving, skill?

- Loves receiving and giving equally. Very skilled.

P: Pace - Fast, rough, slow, etc?

- Slow and hard but will adjust to how you want.

Q: Quickie - How often?

- Whenever he can get a chance.

R: Risk - Willing to take risks/experiment?

- It depends on what they are. He isn't much of a risk taker, but as long as it isn't dangerous or causes harm.

S: Stamina - How long/many rounds can they go?

- 2-3, for about 40 minutes.

T: Toys - Do they have any/will they use them?

- Only if you want to use them. He doesn't own any himself. However, he'd be willing to try them.

U: Unfair - How much do they tease?

- A little, at times, but mostly loves pleasing you.

V: Volume - How loud are they?

- A little loud, but not much. He would rather hear your noises.

W: Wild Card - Something random?

- Would love to do it in Madara's house, but would never suggest or tell you.

X: X-Ray - Size, appearance, etc?

- 6½, noticeable veins. Slight curve to the right, a slightly lighter tip, cut.

Y: Yearning - How high is their sex drive?

- Nothing too high or too low. He takes what he can.

Z: ZZZ - How quickly do they fall asleep?

- As soon as you do.

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yu-huuuu · 8 months ago

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Madara smiled as you nestled your face against his neck. He felt his heart flutter with happiness and tenderness as he heard your giggle while he planted a soft kiss on your head.

His arms wrapped around you as the darkness of the room enveloped both of you, but that didn't even matter to him, not as long as he had you in his arms. The warmth of your body pressed against his lulled him to sleep along with the gentle scent of your silky hair.

Madara scoffed at how ridiculous this whole situation was. The man who lead the grand Uchiha clan, the man who could defeat tailed beasts with just his eyes... was defeated by the warmth and tenderness of your embrace.

"Madara", your soft and sweet voice like honey called out to him from the dimness of his sleep, successfully pulling him away from the reverie you had put him in.

He hummed unwilling to pull away from you, simply not wanting to let go of your warmth. His cold hands warmed with the touch of your back. His heart, which sometimes he felt stopped beating, now beat softly and so wonderfully against his chest, making him feel alive after not being by your side all day.

The soft touch of your hand against his cheek caused him to open his eyes, meeting your gaze that looked at him without any fear. Obsidian met the rich color of your eyes. Madara felt his chest flutter. Unconsciously he leaning his head more towards the warmth of your hand, trying to enjoy your touch as much as he could.

"Madara"

There it went again, his name coming out of your soft lips making his ears feel warm. He leaned in trying to meet your eyes. "Yes?"

"Wake up"

He remained silent for a moment, completely confused about what you meant. "What?"

"Please, wake up", you pleaded as your precious eyes were filled with unshed tears.

"I... I don't understand"

"Madara, please wake up, this can't go on like this"

"Madara... I'm dead"

"Please... wake up"

"Wake up"

…

Madara woke up from his dream.

Feeling again like a dead man longing for the warmth of a woman who was also dead.

...

fluff and angst? yes please

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dolliestfairy · 1 year ago

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TW: Smut, Fluff, Breeding, Praising, Size Kink (?) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics with No Skintone of Reader Mentioned.

-Dividers from @v6que

can you imagine having a husband or boyfriend who is a farmer boy? like he's all buff, beefy, and strong and stuff.. and every time he gets home and opens the door, one thing he always does is that he will always look for you first, then he will carry you up to his room, and fucked you for the rest of the day. he's a boy who always fucked you like you're some kind of whore of his, but he somehow -- praise you like a princess. he use his dick to get you to your place, but on the other hand he also use his words to make your heart flutter by saying how good you're doing for him, how you're his woman, and how are you, sooner or later, that you will for sure, will gave births to his 'mini me'. and by the end of the day, you're gonna be nothing but his Pretty Woman.

🍡

one of the things about a farmer boy that i really like to thoughts about is the fact that since he's (so) beef and buffy, he really like to just carry you, scooping you, and bump you into his shoulder while his hand leaning on your back, ignoring your whining and protest about how you're a heavy woman and that you've also beg him to let you down while he was just saying "oh come on baby,, its not that bad. i promise i'll gave you a sweet treats."

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wifenanami · 1 year ago

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I'm so ashamed (no)🤭

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dark-konohagakure2 · 7 months ago

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Tobirama and hashirama using there little sisters pussy

(Noncon,tobirama is a little harsh and hashirama a bit gentle,breeding?)

tw: incest, sibling incest, noncon, threesome, double penetration, breeding, praise, abuse, degradation, power imbalance

All characters depicted are 18+

Hashirama and Tobirama both have very different approach when it comes to being older brothers to their precious little sister. Hashirama spoils and dotes on her like a child despite her being anything but, while Tobirama is much more stern, even mean to her at times and nowhere near as affectionate as his brother, but they have a lot in common when it comes to their shared lust for their sister.

The two brothers frequently have spats over who would get to claim her virginity first, Hashirama thinks he should get it first since he's the oldest, and Tobirama believes he should get it first since he's more mature. Eventually they come to an agreement, since she's such a big girl now, she should be able to handle them both at once.

Getting her alone with her two brothers is almost trivial with how easy it is, they're her brothers after all, and Hashirama is the Hokage and head of the Senju Clan, so no one thinks anything of it, and their little sister is naive of their intentions until they pin her down between the two of them.

Hashirama is very gentle when he forces his thick cock into her untouched pussy, whispering soothing words into her ears and stroking her hair, even as he forcibly breaks both her virginity and her trust in him.

"Shhh~ I know it hurts, baby, I know... we're just showing you how much we love you, sweetie. Don't you want to have a baby with us?"

Tobirama is nowhere near as sickeningly sweet as his brother, taking a much more firm approach to fucking their sister, roughly taking her pussy from behind while Hashirama gently takes her from the front, peppering her face and head in gentle kisses as he does.

The white haired Senju brother isn't very sentimental, roughly hitting her around and thrusting into her while lecturing her for crying too much and not accepting her brothers' love for her, even calling her selfish for not wanting to have their babies, when doing so would benefit their clan.

Both of them are going to cum inside of her, it's the most effective way to both claim her as their property and to increase the clan's population, not to mention it will ward off any filthy outsiders who'd want to taint her innocence.

Hashirama will chastise Tobirama for being so mean to their innocent baby sister, but the younger brother will brush him off, telling him that he's too soft on her while telling their sister to stop crying and to just suck it up.

"You spoil her too much, elder brother... and you, stop your crying, or else I won't be so gentle with you next time..."

Both are equally looking forward to having children with her, and even if their seed doesn't take the first time, they still have unlimited access to her, so they can try again as many times as they want. After all, no one would believe a spoiled little Senju princess over the Hokage and his trusted brother.

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philistiniphagottini · 1 year ago

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Hello! It’s SleepyPriestess, I was wondering if I could request some NSFW content with Hashirama Senju x Reader where they grew up together and she had a habit of scolding him. This time he decides that they’re adults and he’s too old to be being scolded by her? :) Thank you for your time!

Hi! Thanks for dropping by and sending a request. I had tons of fun writing this. I got a little carried away and wrote a lot of words, lol. Hope you enjoy :)

NSFW below the cut.

"Knock, knock~"

Not even bothering to wait for a reply, you decided to invite yourself into the Hokage's office. You nudged open the ajar door with your foot, the hinges groaning lightly in protest as you entered. You were pleasantly surprised to see that there was no one else in the room besides the Hokage, a pile of papers scattered in front of him as the soft scratching of a pen filled the room. Hashirama peered up at you from behind his desk, a beaming smile stretching his lips when his eyes met yours.

"Come in, come in my friend" he greeted with a hearty chuckle.

You offered him your own smile, balancing a plastic container in both of your hands as your hip knocked the door back in the other direction. The door shut with a soft click. Hashirama's paperwork was immediately abandoned as he focused all his attention on you, wide grin still plastered to his face as you approached.

"Working hard?" you asked, gesturing to the small pile of papers.

Hashirama nodded with a soft hum, tucking a long lock of his dark hair behind his ear.

"Just a few forms that need my signature. The pile seems to never end."

You made a small noise in the back of your throat as you rounded his desk, carefully setting down the container you had brought with you. A small sigh blew past your lips at the sight of paper strewn across his desk, brows furrowed as a small frown tugged at your lips.

"It'd help if your desk wasn't such a mess" you commented.

Without even asking you reached for the papers, mind already set into sorting mode as you cleaned up the mess. Hashirama chuckled at the sight, finger idly scratching at his cheek.

"Sorry about that. Didn't really notice the mess."

You pointedly rolled your eyes at his breezy laugh as you stacked a bunch of papers into a neat pile, the smell of fresh ink tickling your nose with each deep inhale. As you continued to file the papers, you caught Hashirama's gaze as his stare lingered on the container that you had put aside. He cocked his head, trying to get a good look through the clear top and see what was hidden inside.

"What did you bring?" he inquired.

"I brought some afternoon refreshments" you replied. "Freshly made by yours truly" you added with a dramatic swish of your head.

Hashirama's eyes lit up as he reached for the container. Before he could lay a finger on the cool plastic, you swatted his hand away, shooting him a disapproving scowl. Hashirama immediately retracted his hand, a small noise of protest falling from his lips like he had just been stung.

"Wait" you told him.

His brows pinched together as a small pout formed on his lips. He offered his hands up as a sign of defeat with no further complaint and tried to patiently wait for you to finish sorting through his mess before you relented. Once you were satisfied you pushed the large pile of papers to one side of the desk, crisp pages balancing precariously at the edge. You slid the box of treats in Hashirama's direction.

"They're all yours" you said.

Hashirama’s bright smile returned as he clapped his hands together, eagerly reaching for the box of sweets. He peeled the lid off, eyes shimmering in the afternoon sun as he raised the box to his face and took a deep breath.

"It smells amazing."

You slowly trailed closer to Hashirama’s side, your thigh bumping against the arm of his chair as you rested your weight against the edge of the desk. You had been making and baking snacks for Hashirama long before he had ever become Hokage. You had known each other since you were kids and were practically inseparable since the day you met. Hashirama’s younger brother, Tobirama, loved to complain that you two were joined at the hip through much of your life. Where one showed up, the other was soon to follow. The off-handed comments never really bothered you.

Just before your mind could slip into memories of days past, your attention was drawn back to Hashirama once more as he dug his hand through the box and snatched a treat. You raised an eyebrow at the way he devoured it one bite, the soft sounds of his chewing filling up the space of his office.

"Wow, these taste so good" Hashirama complimented, crumbs spilling from his lips as he continued to eat.

You let out a long sigh. "Don’t talk with your mouth full" you lightly scolded before crossing your arms over your chest. "I don’t know how many times I’ve had to remind you."

Another habit you had picked up from your years of knowing Hashirama. The first Hokage could be quite loose and carefree with his actions and you were forever chewing his ear off when he did something impolite or just plain stupid. Another thing that Tobirama liked to point out on occasion. You two argued like an old, married couple. And today was no different. Hashirama swallowed his bite to eat before he huffed loudly, eyebrow twitching in irritation as you continued to yap, face leaning closer to his.

"Honestly, I’ve been telling you to fix that bad habit since you were a kid" you said with a sigh of exasperation.

"We’re not kids anymore. Aren’t I a little bit too old to be scolded?" he shot back, subtly moving his body forward as he addressed you.

You rolled your eyes so hard they almost disappeared into the back of your head. "Oh please, Hashi. I won’t have you making excuses to justify your own bad habits."

Your body was now directly in front of his, arms crossed firmly over your chest as you stared him down. The Hokage easily matched your stare, sitting so far forward in his chair that if he were to suddenly stand, he would crash right into you. Your faces were only a scant, few inches apart and when he spoke, you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

"If it bothers you so much, then why don’t you make me stop?"

You have no idea what possessed you after you heard those words. Perhaps it was the underlying challenge lacing his tone that got under your skin. Or perhaps it was how close his face was to yours, the sudden tension in the air palpable. But the second your eyes strayed from his and landed on his lips, it was all over for you. There had always been some underlying tension between the two of you that had been going on for months. Years, possibly. It had only been a matter of time before everything, eventually, decided to boil over. Whatever witty remark you had formed was scattered to the wind, the tatters flying straight out the open window of the office like a leaf dancing on the breeze. You decided to lean forward and Hashirama met you halfway.

You took a deep breath, eyes immediately falling shut when you felt the press of his mouth on yours. The scent of sandalwood and the rich smell of earth tickled your senses, the powerful aroma making you take a step back. You squeaked when your back hit the edge of the desk and you were nearly sent toppling over when Hashirama’s lips chased yours. He was standing now, hands placed firmly on the desk and trapping you between his arms. His lips were hungry as they devoured yours, your nose scrunching up when his teeth clacked against yours and his tongue invaded your mouth. You could feel your blood simmering in your veins when his tongue touched yours, a pleasant heat creeping down your spine and pooling into the pit of your stomach. Your fingers tangled in his robes, hands placed against his chest and feeling his thunderous heartbeat racing as you parted from the kiss.

You stared at each other in a daze, eyes glossed over and lips parted as you tried to steady your breathing. As you continued to stare into the depths of his eyes, it felt like a spark was shared between you, a single brainwave connecting your thoughts. You had been friends since childhood. So why did it feel so oddly…right?

The tips of your fingers were starting to tingle from the harsh grip you had on Hashirama’s robes, nails catching in the fabric and threatening to start tearing at it. Your eyes followed the movements of Hashirama’s tongue as he traced it over his lips, your taste still lingering on the tip of his tongue. He swallowed thickly before clearing his throat.

"That was a little…"

"Unexpected?" you offered.

You also cleared your throat, eyes flicking away briefly as you tried to stave off the heat rising on your cheeks.

"But not unwarranted" you added.

Your remark made Hashirama’s eyebrows raise with amusement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh? Do tell."

He leaned closer, trailing butterfly kisses across your jaw as you stumbled over your words. You tried to think of something to reply with but your thoughts were currently jumbled, too distracted by the way he left open mouth kisses against your burning skin and the feeling of his hot breath fluttering against your hammering pulse. His hands slid around your waist, finding purchase on the small of your back as he continued to litter your skin with kisses. You huffed, resolve slowly crumbling as you chewed on your bottom lip.

"Is this your way of dodging my scolding?" you inquired.

Hashirama hummed, the vibrations thrumming across your skin and making your toes curl into the soles of your feet. He pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, your skin erupting in goosebumps as his voice came out as a husky purr that made your knees weak.

"Perhaps you should be the one that gets scolded for goading the Hokage."

When Hashirama pulled back, he didn’t miss the flustered expression that flashed across your visage. You bit your lip harder, trying to contain the quiver as the tips of your ears burned as hot as a raging inferno. You restlessly started to rub your thighs together, trying to alleviate the dull ache that formed in your core. You were so embarrassingly turned on, the material of your panties soaked through and the back of your neck prickling with sweat. You caught the coy smirk that tugged at Hashirama’s out of the corner of your eye and you were so tempted to wipe it off.

"Could it be that you-ahh!"

You threaded your fingers through Hashirama’s hair, fiercely tugging on the locks to silence him before another word could slip unabashed off his tongue. You tried to ignore the sound that bubbled up the back of his throat, spine tingling in delight as every hair on the nape of neck stood up in anticipation. You tugged his head closer as you gave him a stern look.

"Shut up and kiss me again."

You may have sounded intimidating of your voice wasn’t so breathless. If he kept pushing your limits, you were possibly going to end up combusting on the spot. Hashirama sealed his lips, another carefree smile lighting his features as he leaned down to kiss you again. It was much slower this time, no sense of urgency in the way his mouth brushed against yours and savoured your taste. You felt his hands start to explore your body, fingers tracing down your sides and slowly mapping out your curves. A small noise tickled the back of your throat as he grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you up like you weighed nothing and depositing you on top of the desk. The sudden moved caused the legs to abruptly scrape across the floor and the stack of neatly piled papers to scatter haphazardly to the floor. You huffed loudly at the sorry state, a small smile tugging at your lips as your eyes twinkled with amusement.

"You did that on purpose, didn’t you?"

Hashirama rolled his shoulders in response, fingers looping into the waistband of your bottoms and teasingly dipping under the back to feel your skin.

"Another bad habit that you can scold me for later" he teased.

He paused for a moment, looking down at your flustered and needy form sprawled out on the table beneath him. There was a sudden moment of clarity, a break in the fog that was clouding his senses. There was obviously no going back to being just friends after this. That much was clearly obvious to the both of you. And it seemed like you didn’t care about that. But he still had a question itching at the back of his skull, one that popped up when he had remembered exactly where the two of you currently were at the moment.

"Are you sure you want to do this here? Right now?" he asked.

You nodded vigorously, fingers playing with the ends of his silky hair as you twisted and twirled a strand around your finger. You were well aware that there was a chance that at any moment, someone could discover you in this compromising position. But the small thrill only made it seem much more tantalising. You didn’t think you could hold out much longer. You needed to sate this hunger that gnawed at your insides and there was only one man for the job.

"Can’t wait" you replied, breathing rough as your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your ribcage. "Need you now."

You could taste the desire in the back of your throat as you swallowed thickly, fingertips itching as you started to impatiently tug at Hashirama’s robes. A small laugh breezed past his kiss swollen lips.

"How insatiable. Naughty little imp."

You could tell that he really enjoyed the effect his words had on you and you were probably never going to hear the end of his goading from this day forward. You lifted your legs as Hashirama started to pull your pants off, waiting until he threw the article of clothing aside before wrapping your legs around his waist and drawing him closer by his hips. Your feet dug into the dip in his back, fingers knotting in the sash of his robes and hastily unfastening it. Your hands froze when you felt Hashirama drag his fingers over your wet panties, fabric rubbing against your aching clit and setting every nerve in your body on edge. You hissed through clenched teeth, trying to stifle the loud noises that wanted to break free.

"Huh, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?" Hashirama commented.

Your eyes lit up as you were finally unable to untangle the annoying sash, your eyes flicking up to his face as you gave him a cheeky smirk.

"I could say the same about you" you cooed.

A hint of red crept over Hashirama’s cheeks and his infectious smile did not waver. It made your heart flutter, pulse drumming so loudly in your ears you could barely hear anything over the incessant ringing. Your breathing waved as your panties were pushed to the side, exposing your most private parts to the cool chill of the room. You squirmed under Hashirama’s intense gaze, eyes focused on the glistening pearl at the top of your puffy pussy and the way your arousal dripped down your trembling thighs. He breathed in sharply, fingers tickling against the skin of your thighs as he caressed your body with reverence.

"Beautiful" he uttered with content.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as his hands continued to caress your legs, your skin burning hot under his touch as he trailed his fingers to your centre. You immediately clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your lewd noises into the palm of your hand. He drew his thumb over your throbbing clit, sending a spark of electricity spiralling down to your core as your legs tightened around his waist. Your eyes fluttered, threatening to slip close as the bliss set into your bones. Your hips twitched forward as he teased your opening, an obscene amount of slick coating his fingers as he experimented with his touches. Your ears burned when a finger slipped inside of you, a loud and wet squelch abruptly cutting through the silence as you moaned into your hand.

"Hashi" you moaned; voice muffled into your skin as you tipped your head back.

He buried his finger up to the knuckle, twisting and curling the digit before making room for a second one. Your breath hitching, teeth catching in your skin as you bit back the loud moan worming its way up your throat. Your head felt dizzy from the pleasure, hot coil winding tight in the pit of your stomach. Your nails dug into the wooden surface of the desk, scratching at the waning polish as the coil wound tighter, the tension in your muscles growing with each blissful moment. You were finding it increasingly difficult to silence yourself, hips shaking as Hashirama rubbed his fingers against your plush insides, brushing against your soft spots and making stars waver in your vision. You didn’t know how much longer you would last, pussy gripping his fingers like you never wanted to let go yet craving to be filled with so much more.

"Hashi, hurry" you urged, panting against your skin as sweat dotted your brow.

Time was scarce, as was your patience. And though Hashirama would have loved to indulge you for a bit longer, he realised how desperately you both needed this right now. He could make it up to you later, if you would allow it. He removed his fingers from you with a loud pop and before you were left mourning the loss of warmth and friction, you were being filled to the brim with a different kind of heat. Your hand fell from your face, jaw slack and eyes rolling as Hashirama’s cock pierced your centre, the stretch both uncomfortable and comforting at the same time. Hashirama was quick to seal his mouth over yours, swallowing your hungry cries of ecstasy as he buried himself inside your pulsing warmth, your walls snug around his drooling cock.

"Hhng, so warm" he groaned against your mouth, tongue lapping at the drool clinging to the corner of your bruised lips.

You couldn’t find the words anymore. You could barely form a coherent thought. All you could do was cling onto the Hokage with waning strength, hips moving lazily as he rocked his hips against yours. His stomach clenched, rippling muscles glistening with sweat and tempting you to trace your fingers over the beautiful dips and lines of his toned body. Long locks of his hair tickled your skin and spilled over your shoulders, the featherlight touches making your skin extra sensitive and receptive to his addicting touch. He drove his cock deeper into your pussy, the desk creaking in protest from the sudden, jarring movements. Your hands clung onto the back of his neck, your breaths mingling every time your lips met in sloppy, unrefined passion that drove the heat inside of you to boiling point. You could feel the head kissing your sweet spot with every push of his hips, walls fluttering around him with every slow drag of his cock against your plush insides. You could feel him throbbing as you whined into his mouth, teeth catching his bottom lip as you whispered his name.

"I’m so close" you slurred.

It felt like fireworks were crackling to life on your stomach and it was almost too much for you to handle anymore. You could barely focus on anything other than Hashirama and the way he made you feel. His hands curled around your hips, fingers digging into your plump body as he shoved you down on his cock harder. The sound wrenched from your lips was so loud it vibrated against his skin, his jaw tense and brow furrowed as he rushed you both towards release. Your walls spasmed around his girth when he hit just the right spot, your vision turning white for a few brief seconds as you tumbled over the edge.

The coil inside of you shattered into a million pieces, flooding your veins with white hot euphoria that made your head spin. You bit your tongue to stifle your loud moans and mewls of bliss, walls undulating around Hashirama’s cock as you coaxed him into his own release. The pressure snapped as he buried himself to the hilt inside you with a loud grunt, balls tight and cock kicking with each heavy spurt of his cum. Warmth blossomed across your abdomen, pussy gripping his cock and squeezing him for every last drop. His movements started to taper off, riding out the last dregs of your pleasure high as the ends of your fraying nerves started to become overwhelmed.

Your limbs felt like the consistency of jelly as you finally relaxed, the tension melting away and being replaced with a warm, satisfied feeling. Your lungs burned as you greedily gulped down air, eyes in a trance as you stared absentmindedly at the ceiling. You could feel Hashirama rest more of his weight against you, hands rubbing at your hips to soothe the aching of your joints. He was struggling to catch his breathing as well, hair falling into his eyes when he dipped his head to look down on you.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, voice coming out in a husky murmur. "I didn’t hurt you, did I?"

You gently shook your head, brushing his bangs of his eyes and tucking them behind his ear. "No, you didn’t. I feel…actually I feel really good."

Hashirama chuckled as he pressed his forehead against yours and left a chaste kiss on your nose. "I feel the same."

As much as you would have loved to bask in the moment for a little longer, you had to separate before you got caught. You gently pushed on Hashirama’s shoulder, gaining his attention once more as you tried to move him off. He refused to budge, softening cock still plugging your centre and stirring a pleasant tingle in your stomach.

"Come on Hashirama, we need to move."

"Hmm, I think gravity is increasing on me" he mumbled against your neck, arms wrapping around your waist as he held you.

You pointedly rolled your eyes. "Don’t be such a baby. We can do this later. If your brother catches us like this, we may never recover from the scathing remarks he would make."

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