#naruto reader inserts

[c-monthecob]

"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[kimjun]

girls are like “I want a boyfriend” but reject everyone because none of them are their comfort characters

[floatyflowers]

Yandere Platonic/Romantic Various X Naruto Reincarnated Female! Reader, Part One.

Reincarnated into the body of Naruto Uzumaki, but now female. You thought you knew the story. You had the knowledge of a fan, the memories of the anime, and the will to survive the cruel world of shinobi. What you didn’t expect was how the story would twist around you. The characters you once admired? Now they look at you with possessive eyes whether it's Romantic or Platonic.

You had prepared for a life of isolation in a tiny apartment, eating expired cup ramen, dodging glares from villagers.

But the timeline cracked the moment Mikoto Uchiha pulled you into her arms in the Hokage’s office and refused to let go.

"I won’t allow another child to suffer when I can give them a home," she said, her tone firm but her touch gentle.

Fugaku's eyes had been sharp, suspicious. He looked at you not just as an outsider, but as a threat. And you knew why. He feared what you housed in your body. Kurama. The Nine-Tails fox.

But then you clutched the hem of his cloak, with a big smile, letting out baby squeals of happiness.

You felt his chakra shift. His composure faltered. Mikoto smiled knowingly.

From that day on, Fugaku treated you like a daughter.

Itachi was the first to truly see you.

He watched you during dinner. The way you’d laugh and play with Sasuke, and the way you would interact with him.

Children your age don't go on saying fall sentences once they teeth, nor do they write in a perfect way.

"You don’t need to act around me," he whispered one evening when he found you curled up on the veranda, your eyes reflecting the moonlight.

You turned to him. "...I don’t know how else to survive."

He looked at you for a long moment before pulling you into his arms. "Then I will protect you. From them. From everyone."

From that moment on, Itachi's gentle exterior became something far more intense. He brought you dango after missions, trained with you longer than necessary, and held your hand a little too tightly when other boys looked your way.

He called it brotherly love. But it wasn't.

Sasuke masked his possessiveness as rivalry and jealousy.

He pretended he was jealous of Itachi spending time with you and tried to always attract his brother's attention by making the older boy train him.

And when you asked Itachi to train you too, Sasuke would intervene.

"You should have Okaa-san train you instead, because you lack in cooking and cleaning."

It wasn’t long before Sasuke started to show his possessiveness.

At first, he was your shadow. Always following you around. Always watching.

You noticed the change when you sparred with another boy in class and he bled your lip.

Sasuke didn’t speak that entire day. But the boy mysteriously broke his arm that evening.

You knew it was Sasuke.

And you knew if you called him out, he’d only smile that innocent Uchiha smile and say,

“I was just training with him."

Fugaku sought to suppress your Uzumaki heritage by having Mikoto dress you in the Uchiha clan's colors, replacing the Uzumaki crest with their own. Even your hair was styled in the traditional fashion of Uchiha women, further erasing any visible ties to your true lineage.

The night of the massacre came far sooner than you expected.

You knew it was inevitable, this world, this story, always carved in blood.

But you hadn’t expected the ache. The sense of wrongness that came with the silence that night.

The compound was too still. No candles in the windows. No echo of Sasuke’s footsteps. Just the wind, and the faint scent of iron.

You stepped outside barefoot, the gravel cold beneath your feet. That’s when you saw Mikoto and Fugaku in their own blood.

And then you heard footsteps.

Slow. Calm. Familiar.

Itachi.

“You weren’t supposed to see this.”

He stood in the hallway, his ANBU mask discarded at his side. His eyes burned red.

Blood was splattered across his uniform. Across his hands.

"W-Why?" your voice cracked, your body trembling. "Why did you-?"

"I told you,” he said softly. "If they ever tried to take you from me, I would stop them."

You didn’t understand.

He walked toward you, kneeling before you slowly like you might shatter. His fingers wiped Mikoto’s blood from your cheek with careful tenderness.

"They were planning to use you. To harness the Nine-Tails again. I couldn’t let them turn you into a weapon for their revolt."

With a cold stare, and voice, he says.

"Don't tell Sasuke the truth."

Those were the last words you heard from him before seeing Sasuke breakdown at the sight of his dead parents after returning home.

After Sasuke confronts Itachi, and the older brother lies to him before leaving, Sasuke turns for you to find comfort.

"I will kill him, [Name]. I’ll make him pay for what he did to our clan. To you."

You turned to face him and froze.

He wasn’t just angry.

He was burning.

And when he looked at you, it wasn’t as a teammate. Or a friend. Or even a brother.

It was someone who had chosen you.

"You were the only one he left alive," he whispered.

"The only one he spared. I know what he did to you even if you won’t say it."

You tried to explain that Itachi has done nothing to you in any manner, but Sasuke doesn't allow you to do so.

He stepped forward, gripping your hand.

"And together we will restore the Uchiha Clan."

[rinneganed]

HOUSE OF BALLOONS — UCHIHA VARIOUS.

ENJOY A DOSE OF . . . ⌨️ : ̗̀➛┊͙꒰ dry humping ꒱

cw ! afab!reader, virgin!sasuke, hair pulling, biting, degradation, praise, spanking, penetration, creampie, sex deprived!itachi, maybe i missed some more..?

today’s registry . . . ⌨️ : ̗̀➛ sasuke, itachi, madara.

──🪷ᩖᩙᝪ᜔⠀notes ; not revised oopsiesssss

⁀ ۫ ִ ୨💉៹ ۫ ݂ sasuke ! ੭ꠥ ۫

SASUKE truly never had time to mingle in any unimportant business that got in the way of his goals, and yes that meant he lacked any sexual experience. he had always denied and dismissed any little daydream he’d have, he couldn’t allow himself to act on his hormone’s. he always swore up and down he would never let his sexual frustration get in the way of his success, that was until he met you. since meeting you he started to pick up on new habits, he’d often lose himself at the sight of your lips and even found himself getting hard when you’d get too close to him. it was like a moth to a flame, his body yearned for sexual comfort and you were that essence his skin had been seeking to fix his drought. it got to the point where it was unbearable and any time he was alone he would find himself with his swollen cock in his hand with a cloudy head and you on his mind. he started to fantasize seeing you on top of him stuffed so full with his length, moaning his name with spit trickling down your lips as your hands grappled onto his body to find stabilization.

he was currently trapped in the heat that erupted from his body, soft moans spilling from his mouth as his hand squeezed his dick. he was so vulnerable, body drenched in sweat as he imagined vigorous things— he couldn’t catch himself in time before his mouth moved on his own. “m-mm fuck, [name] ‘m gonna—“

“sasuke..?”

his body froze as his climax deflated, “shit, [name] wait i promise this isn’t—“

you shushed him as you neared, your knees sinking into the bed that he laid upon. there was something about how helpless he currently looked, a look of fear spread on his face as his chest caved in and arose. “no need to make an excuse, sasuke. i saw it all…” you threw your leg over his body, now straddling him. your finger drew a line from his chest, up to his chin, and to his lips. “you look so cute whimpering my name… i mean seriously you should really feel how wet i am…”

sasuke winced beneath you, grunting as his cock twitched against the fabric of your shorts. “let me feel, please?” he looked up at you with such wide puppy eyes, thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to slightly grind against your cunt.

you moaned as you felt his hard cock glide against your slit, “i‘m gonna help you cum, ‘kay?” you smiled as he shook his head violently. you wasted no time in rocking your hips against his groin, feeling your stomach tingle as a harmony of moans began to fall off his tongue. he was panting as the two of you sung sweet songs of hums and grunts, you were soaked and this only allowed his cock go slide inbetween your clothed pussy with ease.

he was full of different emotions that varied from excitement, ecstasy, lust and weakness. he was a whimpering mess and the moment he heard his name come from your mouth his hands latched onto your hips as his fingers dug into the meat of your waist. “oh f-fuck, ‘m gonna c-cum—“ he grunted and groaned when you turned nearly animalistic in the way you thrusted against him and continuously blurted out his name. it was over in seconds when the pit in his stomach unraveled and gasps emitted from within him, he was heaving as his cum spilled from his cock and all along your shorts, dribbling down your thighs and along his waist. both you and sasuke were full of cum and sweat.

⁀ ۫ ִ ୨💉៹ ۫ ݂ itachi ! ੭ꠥ ۫

ITACHI is definitely not a virgin, though because of the fact he had been away from living a normal life and rather took up the life style of a criminal; he no longer had time to slip in an occasional fuck. more recently he’s been itching to fuck you, and you’ve made it oh so difficult. you were different from any of the escorts from villages, you would egg him on and often tease him with a little nibble after kissing his lips. this is what drove him crazy and he hated when he would be left alone with his own thoughts because it is you who he would immediately focus on.

he had enough of the little game you had lead on with him, which is why as of now he had you straddling him your hair thrown over your shoulder and onto the other side of your head. he gritted his teeth, “fuck, grind harder!” his palm collided with your ass as he laid down a slap, earning a whimper from you.

you listened to his directions, your tits bouncing in his face as you rode his covered cock. you were wearing a dress— scratch that— you were told to wear a dress and now you saw why. he wanted you to have as little possible layers, when he saw you in such a short thin dress he knew exactly what he wanted to happen. now rather than him being the desperate one, he wanted to see you rub and thrust against him as you screamed his name during a weak attempt at cumming. his hand slipped under your dress, pushing your panties to the side to allow you to feel his hard cock through his loose pants. you moaned and it nearly slipped out as a scream from the friction, “i-itachi— feels so good, ‘m gonna!—“

another spank landed on your ass cheek, this time he dug his fingernails into the fat of your ass. “you’ll cum when i say so, got that?” his free hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to stare back into his sharingan eyes. he scoffed, “look like such a good little slut, i bet you wish you were bouncing and taking my cock inside.” he cocked his head to the side, smirking. “whimper my name and i’ll let you cum.”

although he spat his words like venom, you were quick to obey. “itachi, im so close im gonna cum for you!” you were trapped in a messy fit of moans, your breasts slipping out of the dress as he roughly grabbed onto your thighs to allow him better control and access to your cunt; thrusting his cock up against you in the same rhythm you were. he used both hands to slap your bum, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he slammed you down onto his hardon.

you screamed in delight, throwing your head back as strands of hair stuck onto your forehead; you grunted his name as your body began to shake. he was delighted to see you in such state, his length was twitching and he had already felt himself pre-cum; he knew exactly what was next.

⁀ ۫ ִ ୨💉៹ ۫ ݂ madara ! ੭ꠥ ۫

MADARA is a sex hungry man and his way of fucking was animalistic, he couldn’t stand being teased by you. the second he noticed how horny you were he was quick to pounce, although he did enjoy a little bit of pre gaming.

he loved teasing you, standing behind you in the kitchen with his fat cock pressed up against your bum. he would grind against you until you’d throw you head back and allow him access to your neck. his teeth gnawed at the skin, sucking, licking and kissing all along your throat. he was groaning in your ear—his favorite thing to do. “you feel how hard ya got me…?” he mumbled as his lips turned towards your ears, his canines nibbling on your ear lobes as his right hand explored your breasts and his left locked into your hip.

you allowed him easy access, pressing you ass closer to his cock as his name flowed from your mouth with ease. it was a matter of seconds before his hands were toying with your waistband, ripping your pants down and sliding his cock against your skin.

“fuck, you open up so easy to me…” he held the base of his length in his hand, sliding it against your wet slit before deciding he couldn’t take this teasing stage any longer. in seconds he had your face planted into the countertop with his left hand forcing you to arch your back and his right hand gripping your ass cheek.

his balls were heavy and full, slapping against your wet cunt; you were both sweaty and moaning. he let go of your ass, leaving his fingernails indented in your skin and the outline of his palm embedded in your ass. he targeted your hair, yanking it backwards and forcing you to look back at him. “you love taking me, don’t you?” he roared as a grunt rolled off his last words, slamming in and out of your sloppy pussy. you moaned in return as tears formed in your eyes, this caused him to pull harder. “i wanna hear you say it, be a good girl and let me know how much you love this dick!”

you screamed as his he propped his leg onto the counter, his hands grappling your hips and pounding in and out of you with hunger. “fuck fuck fuck! keep going, madara! f-feels so good, mm—“ your body quivered, your teeth cackling against eachother. “f-fuck! i’m gonna cum all on your cock!” your eyes rolled back as he dropped your head of hair, you face planted into the counter as you felt his strokes coming to an end and tuned into his grunts and groans.

“shit, you squeeze so good around me…” he grunted one last time before emptying completely inside of you, thrusting gently inside of you as he ran his course.

[malereadermaniac]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Bros will be Bros! - Kiba & Naruto x Male Reader

word count: 3k

Plot: Naruto and Kiba like fucking around with you! And you know how guys are... Just so gross... (;¬_¬) P without P - Just filthy smut, like actually gross, very self-indulgent sorry lol (yk you like it...)

Featuring: Top!Naruto x Bottom!Reader x Top!Kiba

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI Musk/Smell fetish, Foot fetish, Armpit stuff, muscle & body worship, underwear/sock fetish, very brief mention of piss!!

It was so hot. Just so fucking hot. It had to be the hottest day of the year. And it didn't help that you were currently partaking in some serious... physical exercise. It also didn't help that you weren't alone in your room; two other men were joining you. Three people in an already boiling room, their hot breath not helping with the temperature in said room... Sounds like a lotta fun~

Both Kiba and Naruto liked messing around with you. Both of them were always too awkward or unpopular to get with women, so you kindly agreed to help your friends release that pent-up sexual frustration. Realistically, who could deny that sexy pair? Today started with a request from Naruto. It was hot, all three of you in your bedroom; faces flushed, sweating, and panting from the heat. "Mind cleaning us up, [Name]?" The blonde posed, a knowing smirk on his lips as he leaned back in a chair; his muscular arms behind his head, showing off the man's bulging, shiny muscles and sweaty, hairy pits. You roll your eyes. "If I must" you say in a sarcastic tone, knowing that your dick was already getting hard just from the proposition. Swiftly, all three of you had stripped down to your briefs and positioned yourselves on your bed; with Kiba and Naruto lying on their backs and propping themselves up on their elbows to watch you, their muscular, sweaty legs hanging off of the edge of the bed. At the end of the bed, you stood over the two provocative looking men; just letting your eyes wander over their shiny, muscular bodies before getting to work. "C'mon, [Name]! Y'know I hate waitin' for ya!" Kiba teases, a sexy smirk on his face as he promptly nods his head towards his clothed dick.

So you got down to business. You started with both Naruto's and Kiba's abs, laying slightly on top of the two and propping yourself up on your hands to reach their bodies with your mouth. You laid your head on Kiba's rock-solid six-pack, your cheek squishing against the man's sweaty, sticky abs. You start to lap at the sweat on Kiba's abs whilst taking a free hand to Naruto's own six-pack; gently sliding your fingers across the sweaty bumps and ridges of Naruto's abdomen. You slowly start to make your way down, getting down onto your knees as your tongue inches down your friend's bodies. Kiba and Naruto watched like hawks as you reached their crotches; their incredibly HARD dicks tenting in their loose, damp boxers. You toyed with their huge dicks, gripping Naruto's with your left hand and Kiba's with your right, gently hitting your face with both clothed members, mouthing on them softly, and taking deep sniffs of their sweaty, damp, musky underwear. Much to both Naruto's and Kiba's disappointment, you teased their dicks only a little more before moving on; moving your face all the way down to the men's sweaty, manly, musky feet. Naruto and Kiba watched with turned-on grins as you worshipped their masculine, sweaty feet; watching as you took deep sniffs of their musky soles and toes. You licked their feet from heel to toe, taking in the look, taste, smell, and feel of Naruto and Kiba's massive, shiny, sweaty feet; their sole's light pink in some spots and the tops of their huge, manly feet a warm tan colour. With both guys' feet smushed into your face, forcing you to taste and smell their manly musk, you palmed at your clothed crotch; letting their sweat intoxicate you, your face flushing and your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

After having your fill of your friends' sexy feet, you made your way back up their bodies; settling your face by their muscular chests and arms. Naruto interlocked his fingers and placed his hands behind his head, flexing his beefy arms and showing off his hairy, sweaty pits; you took the hint, shoving your face into the blonde's steaming, musky armpit. You take deep breaths, taking in the manly smell and basking in the feeling of the erotic smell going straight to your cock. Not being one to be left out, Kiba involves himself by coming his fingers through your hair and shoving your face deeper into Naruto's pits, the dog-boy letting out an immature, horny cackle as he watches you take pleasure in smelling and licking his homeboy's pits. Slowly, you move up Naruto's arm, licking up from his musky armpit to his bulging bicep; basking in the huge muscle, lapping up the blonde's shiny sweat and gently teething at his muscular arm. You rapidly shift your attention onto Kiba when the brunette sits up on the bed and brings his arms up to the side of his head and flexes his arms. You take the view in briefly, your bro looked fucking sexy; his biceps looked insane, his dark brown pit hair was shooting out of his underarms in sweaty, wet bunches, and holy shit his chest looked crazy, all muscular n shiny with sweat. You quickly got to work on Kiba, getting up on your knees on your bed and smashing your face into Kiba's huge tits; licking at the sweaty creases in his muscular pecs and biting gently at his nipples. As you made your way to his biceps, biting them gently and lapping at them, you felt Naruto position himself behind you - one manly, muscular arm around your waist, and his other bicep curling around your neck, keeping you locked in place and squishing your face n neck in the most erotic way possible. After focusing on Kiba's arms n getting at his musky, manly pits for a while, you moved up to his face; the brunette's tan skin flushed a bright pink, not only from the heat but also from how fucking sexy you were! While it was true that Naruto and Kiba proposed this relationship with you just for sex initially, they couldn't deny that the more they fucked around with you, the more they liked you; your looks, your personality, your voice, your sexual appeal - the guys were fucking head over heels for you! You flashed Kiba a genuine, warm smile, looking into his eyes before going into a kiss. It wasn't unusual. The three of you would constantly kiss each other when fucking. But it was the brief moments where it felt like you were dating the guys that made their hearts race. But Kiba just shoved his feeling lower in the moment, so low that they rushed towards his dick! So as you made out with the brunette, his mind raced about how much he liked you, and those thoughts just turned him on more! As you made out with Kiba, your hands roamed the man's built shoulders; your fingertips brushing along his muscles and sending shivers up his spine. Your tongue toyed with Kiba's in some sort of game you two always played, one which only you two knew, and that made Kiba always grin into the kiss. Your hands made their way to the man's fucking built back, gently scratching his muscles as you fell deeper into the kiss; Kiba's tongue, his scent, his looks, all just making you fall deeper and deeper into the intoxicating eroticism of the situation. Oh and don't forget Naruto! His bicep curled around your neck, squishing your cheeks and pulling your body back into his. The blonde loved watching you make out with Kiba from behind, his head resting on your shoulder as he ground his clothed dick into your ass; the loose fabric of his boxers tenting over his huge dick.

Time goes by so slowly yet so quickly as you make out with both Naruto and Kiba; at least an hour having gone by, by the time you've satisfied both the blonde and the brunette. But once Naruto finally lets you go, you know exactly what to do next; instinctively getting on the floor and on your knees for the men. With Naruto and Kiba sitting on the edge of the bed, they both watch with eagerness and desire in their eyes as you make your way towards their crotches. You immediately get back to sniffing their clothed crotches; getting high off of your bros' masculine, musky underwear, the scent of your dicks n sweaty pubes slightly making their way through their damp underwear. The way that the loose, damp fabric of Kiba's and Naruto's boxers hang over their hard boners turns you on, but not enough to not want to practically rip them off. You watch in awe as both their cocks spring out of the fabric, the guys' big, musky, uncut cocks standing proud at attention; no matter how many times you see them, they always impress you. You've always been a fan of both Naruto's and Kiba's dicks; you don't exactly know why but they just fucking turn you on so MUCH! Naruto's dick is the shorter of the two, but that's irrelevant because of his girth; his thick dick adorned with veins leading up to the pink, mushroom-shaped tip, a loose, pale foreskin covering his head. The blonde's curtains match the drapes to an extent. Naruto's pubes are a darker blonde than his head, much curlier and incredibly long; creating a very enticing, damp bush of dirty blonde. Kiba's cock is the lengthier of the two, standing at a proud seven inches and the perfect thickness; his head covered in a slightly tighter foreskin and the perfect shape to just pop the rim of your hole comfortably. A thick forest of deep brown pubes adorns the base of Kiba's cock; his crotch so thick with hair that the musky scent of his dick n sweat will last for hours. Oh and Naruto's n Kiba's dicks can also be differentiated by smell, but you love their scents equally! Naruto's dick smells more like cum, a thick, manly musk coating under the blonde's foreskin; bro doesn't tend to wash his dick off after jerking off, but from how good the smell is, you don't tend to mind! Kiba's dick on the other hand has a thick musk of sweat from his thick bush; and even a light air of old piss. Hey! Bros got that dog in him and that comes with positives and negatives! Though you really wouldn't class this as a negative, cause that smell gets you so fucking hard no matter what! But back to the moment at hand, a cackle from Naruto and a comment from Kiba snapped you out of your trance; so you got to work with cleaning up. You shove your nose into Kiba's thick bush, the sides of his base fucking reeking of manly musk; your tongue instinctively lapping at the salty, hairy skin. You then may your way to Naruto, wrapping your hands around both Kiba's and Naruto's cocks whilst shoving your face into Naruto's huge, saggy balls. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you sniff and lick at the blonde's balls - the saggy, steaming hot sack resting on your face as you inhale and inhale. And that's when an idea pops into Naruto's head. "Brooo we should take some pictures of this shit! Could defo use some fresh 'n personal material for my spank bank!" Naruto chimes excitedly, turning his head towards Kiba and then back down to you, a horny sparkle in his eye.

....Of fucking course you agreed! That shit's hot! All three of you were hella down to add some new, premium material to your spank banks! So Naruto n Kiba started directing as if they were SeanCody producers! Numerous different photos were taken, different angles were used, and Naruto and Kiba made sure that both of them equally co-starred with you as the other. Here's a summary of the photos taken: A selfie you took of you on your knees on the floor, with Naruto standing behind you; the blonde's saggy, huge balls resting on your head and covering a part of your face as you show a toothy grin and throw up a peace sign to the camera. A photo of you knelt on the ground and sitting, your dick standing hard. Both Kiba's and Naruto's sweaty, veiny feet were just barely in frame near the bottom, suggesting they were standing above you n taking the photo. You were literally wearing Kiba's pair of musky, damp boxers on your face; the sweaty fabric covering your nose and most of your face, but the leg holes allowed for your eyes to show. And the wet stain near your mouth seemed to suggest that your tongue was out, letting Kiba's salty musk cover your tongue. A selfie taken by Naruto with all three of you in frame. You were in the middle, squished between both guys, face flushed and tears brimming in your eyes. Naruto n Kiba were throwing up peace signs and smiling, but your mouth was too full with Naruto's socks to smile; the salty, sweat-soaked fabric stinging your tongue, along with the scent making its way up your nostrils and making your eyes water. A photo of you on the floor again, kneeling with Kiba stood behind you; his muscular, shiny, tan body on display along with his hard, veiny cock standing HARD. Kiba had his arms in front of you at the sides of your head, with two fingers inside your mouth at each side to stretch your mouth into a lewd smile for the camera; your tongue hanging out of your mouth n drooling spit onto the floor, and your shiny teeth on display. Overall, some pretty high-quality pictures were taken! The three of you would have plenty of erotic photos to get you all through lonely nights!

Though all the teasing and having fun was enjoyable, all three of you had wild libidos; and the very little patience your libidos allowed you all was running thin. So after finishing up those photos, you all came to the consensus that it was about damn time to start fucking! Within a few moments, the three of you were on the bed again; with you on all fours and the guys either in front or behind you. After a rock-paper-scissors match, Kiba won the first round on your ass, with Naruto getting the front. It didn't take long for the three of you to get into it; Eiffel Tower was like second nature to all three of you! So after Kiba made his way inside of you, your mouth was already on Naruto's cock; his dick making its way down your throat, his salty precum n sweat stinging your tongue in the best way possible. The heat in the room increased tenfold, the heavy panting from all three of you not really helping. Moans filled the room as you all went crazy. Your body rocked backwards and forwards, spit roasting you on both Kiba n Naruto's dicks, with one going in and the other pulling out; you fully couldn't catch a break, either your prostate was getting pounded or your throat was stuffed! Kiba was so fucking turned on by the sight in front of him; your thick ass bouncing against his muscular hips, the sight of his long dick disappearing into your ass, and watching your head bop up and down whilst Naruto looked like he was about to bust, it was all just so fucking hot ta him! Naruto on the other hand couldn't get enough of watching you work your magic on his dick. The blonde watched and admired as you sucked his cock with such skill despite literally being spit-roasted; his hand brushing through your slightly sweaty hair and his eyes focused on your wet lips and cute, watering eyes. Eventually, your sex appeal and skill caught up to your guys. Both your ass n your mouth were filled with warm loads of thick, manly spunk; but Naruto n Kiba were very much not done! And you hadn't even cum yet! How could they not keep going when you needed them oh so bad?! So before you could even register the change in position (your head still woozy due to the lack of oxygen from Naruto's cock practically suffocating you), Naruto had dragged you by your legs to the end of the bed. You were lying on your back, your ass hanging off of the bed slightly, but your legs in Naruto's safe hands. Kiba had positioned himself by your mouth, kneeling above your chest with his hard dick hanging above your already fucked-out face. Another round of skin slapping and moans echoing throughout your bedroom occured. Naruto was drilling his hips into yours, holding your legs out on each of his sides by your ankles; his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his bottom lip harshly caught between his top n bottom teeth in pleasure. Kiba on the other hand was having the time of his life face-fucking you! The dog-man's hips were pistoning into your mouth, his dick forcing its way down your throat and back up; the brunette getting more and more turned on by your fucked out face, your drooling, wet mouth, and also just how fucking sexy you looked taking his dick!

After a few hours of fucking, the three of you had managed to get your fill; each of you having come at least three times! Your body felt stickier than before; cum and spit coating your body along with your sweat from before you all even started fucking! Kiba and Naruto were equally filthy, with your spit and cum coating their bodies. Exhausted and too hot to do anything else, the three of you just stayed in bed; the filthy sheets n the state of your bodies were not a worry at that moment. The room stank of sex, sweat, and cum, but if anything it was kinda comforting? The afterglow was probably to blame for that! You sleepily spooned with Naruto and Kiba; Kiba behind you and your chest to Naruto's back. Your sex drives were satisfied, and you couldn't be more happy. Sounds like a job well done!

[kisslandeds]

“SURRENDER”

summary: you run into your former sensei after several years, and decide to catch up in a teahouse. as you catch up and share drinks, old roles fade and new (and old) feelings emerge, leading to an intimate moment back at his place.

t/w: former sensei x student, alcohol consumption, kissing, oral sex, blindfolding, ‘good girl/sweetheart’, praise kink, corruption/innocence kink, use of ‘sensei’ during sex, light biting, light man-handling, sex

word count: 5,497

a/n: curated this one for a little while. u rly can’t convince me kakashi wouldn’t be the freakiest naruto boy.

I.

    THE SUN WAS beginning to fall, its molten light skimming off Konoha's tiled roofs like a brush dipped in gold. Shadows lengthened between buildings, cutting across the stone walkway like sharp strokes of ink. You moved slowly, your black linen pants loose at the ankles and swaying softly. A breeze toyed with the ends of your hair, lifting strands that brushed against your cheek. You used your hand to brush it behind your ear.

    The day had been languid; it was your day off after an intense mission. You stopped by a tea house and ambulated idly across the village with no destination—simply taking in the breath of fresh air and observing the lives of others. You decided if time permitted you, you'd stop by a teahouse. You liked to pass time this way if you weren't at home.

Your eyes peruse the area, observing the smoking food stalls, the soft chatter of couples, but stop when they meet the sight of a tall silhouette.

    The silhouette, masculine in stature, stood at the mouth of the side street like a memory too vivid to be old, hands stuffed in his pockets. The wind caught his grey hair just so, lifting the edges into the moonlight to make it seem like thin strands of silver. The thin strands covered some of his face, along with a mask that covered the lower half. It was unmistakable—that was your former sensei.

"Kakashi-sensei!" You call out. You breathe a small exhale from your nose, a smile curling onto your lips as you offer a small wave.

Kakashi turns slightly upon hearing his name called out. His flak vest was worn, the fabric softened with time, stretched across his broad chest in a way that somehow made you feel back in his squad again. It made you feel happy and nostalgic—you softly ran toward him and threw your arms around his neck into a warm but friendly embrace.

He gasps softly, taken back, but chuckles in the end. His arms find your waist, softly patting your back. You pull away.

"Well," he says, his voice virile but as smooth as honey, "if it isn't my most impressive dropout."

You scoff, swatting gently at his arm as you pull back. "Dropout? I made jōnin before I was sixteen. You're just bitter I didn't stick around to suffer through your book recommendations."

He hums, one eye curving. "Ah, so you do remember them."

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. He looks different now—older, yes, but in a way that's refined rather than faded. The sharp lines of his jaw beneath the mask, the few strands of silver hair brushing against his forehead—it was undeniably attractive. This time, you saw him in the lens of a man, as a woman, no longer your sensei or your superior. Although, back then, you did find yourself having a crush on him when you were on his squad.

You shifted your weight onto one leg, letting your hip cock slightly as you studied him in return. He was taller than you remembered, or maybe you'd just forgotten how much space he occupied. The snug fit of his uniform left little to the imagination—his torso lean and muscled, his thighs solid beneath those dark pants. You had to remind yourself not to stare too long.

"Are you going somewhere?" you ask, folding your arms loosely across your chest.

"No," he replies, voice low. "Just passing through. Got a little restless."

You nod, letting the quiet settle for a beat. The street behind you is alive—murmurs of conversation, laughter, the clink of ceramic from a food stall. But here in this narrow gap between buildings, time moves differently, like you're somewhere else entirely.

His gaze drifts over you—not overt, but not subtle either. You feel it settle on the slope of your shoulder, the exposed skin of your chest, the soft shape of your body.

"You've grown," he says finally, softer than before. "I mean . . . I always knew you would, but seeing it, it's different."

You glance at him, tilting your head just slightly. "You mean taller? How do you mean?"

He holds your gaze a moment too long. "No, something else."

The air thickens between you. Not uncomfortably, but with weight. You shift your stance, thumb hooking in your waistband, hip cocking slightly to the side.

"Well, I'm not twelve anymore," you murmur.

"No," he says. "You really aren't." His left eye crinkles with a small chuckle, the other hidden behind his headband.

It hangs in the space between you, the not-so-innocent truth of time passed, the shift from student to equal. You went from a girl to a woman.

You clear your throat and gesture to the open street. "Maybe I should get going . . ." you really didn't want to go, but you wondered if he would ask you to stick around. "It was really nice seeing you Kakashi-sensei."

    "You're not in a rush, are you?" His voice came softer this time—more like a soft command than a question. You paused, looking back over your shoulder.

    "No," you admit, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear again. "Not really."

    Kakashi shifted his stance, one hand rising to scratch behind his neck, a quiet gesture. "How about we catch up?" He met your gaze, something indiscernible in his eye.

   You feel a small smile tug at your lips.

   "That sounds nice," you say, stepping back toward him. "Lead the way."

II.

    THE TWO OF you decided to stop by a teahouse, and you sat yourselves at a small table. You'd spent the time chatting.

   The clink of ceramic echoed softly as you set your cup down, the heat of the tea still lingering against your palms. The air smelled faintly of roasted barley, cedarwood, and something warmer—comforting.

   You were seated across from Kakashi on a raised platform lined with cushions, shoes left at the door, the soft chatter of distant patrons fading behind a paper screen. A breeze stirred the corner of the window behind him, lifting the edge of the lanternlight, casting golden flickers across his silver hair.

"So," you said, fingers tracing the rim of your cup. "Is this your usual spot, or am I just lucky?"

He looked at you over the edge of his tea, one eye crinkling faintly. "Bit of both. I don't usually bring company."

"Right. You're very mysterious like that." You laugh, but you feel flattered to know your sensei willingly invited you into a spot of his. It was a thoughtful gesture.

He chuckled under his breath. "You always did talk too much," he says, "it's amusing. I'm glad you're here."

"Talk too much? You mean back when you made me train for hours?" You scoff playfully.

"You were mouthy." He responds plainly.

"I was twelve."

"And mouthy," he repeated, unapologetic.

You laughed softly, tilting your head. "Funny, I remember being dedicated. The kind of student you probably wish you'd kept around."

His gaze lingered on you for a moment too long, and something behind it flickered—recognition, nostalgia, maybe something a little different.

"I did," he admits.

You didn't respond right away. Just glanced out the window, watching the breeze stir the leaves outside. The quiet that stretched between you wasn't awkward. It was the kind that hummed with things that didn't need to be said outright.

When you looked back, he was still watching you.

You raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Just thinking," he said simply.

"About?"

His tone didn't shift, but the pause before his reply was thick. "You've grown into yourself. A lot."

You gave a short, surprised laugh. "That's vague."

"I meant it as a compliment." His words are simple but carry a weight to them.

You leaned forward a little, resting your forearms on the table, chin tilted. You feel your cheeks grow hot but don't dare show it. You crossed your legs, feeling a strange feeling envelop your stomach. "You're allowed to say it with more confidence, you know."

    He blinked once, then relaxed slightly—his posture easing back as he looked at you in full. "You're not the same girl I used to train," he said. "And I'm not exactly blind."

A gentle knock at the table's edge made you both look up.

The server bowed slightly, placing a small tray between you—two ceramic cups, a chilled bottle of sake sweating slightly at the sides, and a small plate of cut up plums.

"Courtesy of the house," she said with a smile. "You're welcome to enjoy."

You gave a polite nod, murmured your thanks. Kakashi glanced at the bottle, then at you, one silver brow arching.

"Oh?" he said, voice low, almost amused. "Are you even old enough to drink?"

You gave him a deadpan look, lips twitching at the corners. "I've been old enough, sensei."

He chuckled—soft and easy, but with a hint of something warmer behind it. "Just checking. Last time I blinked, you were barely up to my shoulder."

You took the bottle and poured for him first, steady and practiced. The way his eye flicked toward you after that—sharp, unreadable, then decidedly unreadable—sent a rush straight through your chest. His gaze lingered far too long on the way your blouse slipped off your shoulder, the soft curve of your mouth, and the gentleness of your hands.

   You poured for yourself next.

   Then he reached up, fingers brushing beneath his jaw.

    And to your surprise, he pulled the mask down.

   It wasn't dramatic—no fanfare, no heavy pause—but something about the way he did it made it feel so casual and anticlimactic.

   You blinked. Not because you'd never imagined what he looked like under it—but because you had, and you'd never quite imagined right.

    He was beautiful. Rugged, yes. Defined by a strong jaw and the faintest scar that stretched from his eye to the center of his face. His mouth was fuller than you expected, with a small beauty mark under it. His expression, unguarded in this moment, was neither cocky nor shy. He was undeniably handsome, with eyes that reflected his intellect and refined nature.

   "Wasn't expecting that," you murmured before you could stop yourself.

   He arched a brow, lips twitching. "Disappointed?"

   You shook your head, pouring for yourself. "Not in the slightest."

 

   The sake warmed your chest and your cheeks in equal measure. Somewhere between your second and third cup, the table between you began to feel less like a barrier and more like a suggestion. The two of you talked for what felt like hours. You told him of your missions, you had been up to after making chunin, and eventually jonin. You shared several laughs, and the more you got to know him, the more compelled you felt to getting closer to him. Now, you could finally appreciate his personality and gain insight into his past.

    The sake was crisp, clean on the tongue with a slow burn that hit seconds after you swallowed. Kakashi refilled your cup once you set it down, and you let him.

    The lanterns outside seemed to glow a little softer, the edges of the shoji screens more blurred. You'd taken off your overshirt earlier, left in just your tank and loose pants, skin warmer now from drink. Kakashi had loosened the collar of his uniform slightly. You noticed the way his throat moved when he drank, the way he looked more relaxed with each passing minute, elbow now resting lazily on the table's edge.

   You leaned into your hand, blinking slow, already tipsy. "You're not nearly as uptight as you used to be."

   He tilted his head. "You were my student when you knew me best. Of course I was uptight."

   "Fair," you murmured, tracing the rim of your cup. "But still. You're different now."

You sipped again—slow, deliberate. Let your eyes linger on his hands, his jawline beneath the mask, the faint crease at the corner of his visible eye. The alcohol made it easier to let your gaze linger longer than you usually would. Made it easier not to pull away when he caught you staring.

"You've always been hard to read," you said. "Even when I had that ridiculous crush."

Kakashi's head tilted a little. "You had a crush on me?"

"Yeah," you shrug. "It was silly."

He looked at you for a long moment. Long enough that your pulse started to rise. His lips part. "Do you still?"

The question slipped through the air like smoke.

You didn't answer right away. You just reached for your cup again, leaned in, let your bare knee nudge his beneath the table—intentional. You felt your body stir.

"I'm starting to think I never really got over it."

He glanced at your cup, then at your mouth.

"Well," he said, voice low, roughened by the drink and something else, "we should stop before you say something you'll regret."

You leaned in a little more. Close enough to feel the warmth of his breath through the mask.

"Who says I'd regret it?" You smile, a hint of mischief.

Kakashi chuckles. "You have blossomed into a beautiful woman," he says, "it astounds me. Your confidence, your maturity. It's something special."

   You blush, though you made your best effort to hide it. You felt a heat coil in your stomach, and your thighs weaken. You reached for the plum on the tray, pinching a small piece between your fingers. You tasted it slowly, watching his gaze drop to your mouth and linger there. The salt and sweetness bloomed on your tongue. You swallowed.

   "I don't remember you being this forward," you murmured.

  "I don't remember you being this dangerous," he replied.

  "Are you always this charming," you asked, "or is it just the sake?"

   "It's you."

   You bit your bottom lip, and something in his gaze darkened—just slightly.

   Another cup. Another brush of your knee beneath the table. You shifted your legs slowly, deliberately, letting your ankle run the length of his calf before you drew it back. The two of you talked more, occasionally your gazes lingering on your bodies longer than it should. It was undeniable, this tension you two shared, it was tangible.

   Kakashi's jaw flexed, just once. Then he sat back, steadying himself with a breath.

   "We should—" he began, then paused. "If we stay here much longer, I might say something I shouldn't."

   You rested your chin on your hand, smirking faintly. "Like what?"

    He stared at you for a long moment. "Like how hard it is not to wonder what your lips taste like."

   The silence that followed wasn't awkward—it was hot, expectant, weighted with breath and heat and restraint. You felt your stomach flip, a heat that pressed on your chest, down to your stomach, and between your thighs. Suddenly, you became painfully aware of the intimacy of this situation, the alcohol in your system, and how beautiful the man in front of you was. You really wanted to kiss him.

   You smiled—slow, unfazed, heat flickering behind your eyes. You giggle loosely, an uncontrollable feeling. You were drunk, and slightly confident. "Maybe you shouldn't wonder."

His breath caught in his throat, his breath wavy. He shifted, setting his empty cup down with care. Then he looked at you, not quite smiling but close—something more intent. "What do you say I get the check?"

    You bite the inside of your lip, nodding.

    Kakashi smiles, pulling his mask back up. He gestures towards the server and asks for the check. The two of you leave the tea house, stepping into the cool night. You didn't want it to end, especially with the excitement you carried inside of you.

    "I'll show you to my place," he says, "if you'd like that."

    The tension between the two of you thickens, and you fought every urge to grab his arm and walk beside him, or kiss him, despite being inebriated.

     You nod, your heart knocking a little louder in your chest as he starts walking, and you fall into step beside him. "I would like that."

III.

  HIS APARTMENT WAS as quiet as you expected. It was dim but lived-in. Sparse but not cold—soft clutter here and there; a few frames, and a book face-down on the windowsill like he meant to come back to it and didn't. The window was cracked open just enough to let the breeze carry in the hum of the village below.

You stepped in without needing an invitation.

Kakashi closed the door behind you with a soft click, and you stood there for a moment, letting the silence settle between you. The kind of silence that doesn't ask anything right away—just lingers, heavy with breath and distance and something unspoken that had been hanging between you since dinner. Since before that, if you truly admitted that to yourself.

His voice came quiet, a little rough. "You want tea?"

You glanced at him, a smirk twitching at the corner of your mouth. "No, I don't," you say.

He paused. "Good."

   Kakashi gestures you towards the comfortable couch he had centered in his living room, the soft moonlight pouring gently on the soft green fabric. He takes off his vest, discarding it near an ottoman. You sit in the soft fabric, taking in the sight of his faint muscles from his black long sleeve, and soft contours of his body. He takes off his mask, putting it inside on the coffee table.

    You take in the breath of faint mahogany and old paper, a fitting scent for his home.

    Your eyes lingered on his face. He was devastating in the soft light—visage masculine but refined. You didn't try to hide your gaze. He noticed—and he didn't look away.

"You always stare this much?" he asked, voice low but amused.

"I'm sorry," you murmured. You swallow, softly laughing. You were unbelievably drunk. "You're really beautiful."

That earned you a faint smile—barely-there, but real. His eye crinkled just slightly. "Don't be sorry, sweetie," he says. You feel your heart skip a beat when you hear that.

"I have to say . . . You were gorgeous at the table," he said, "but I like you better here."

You tilted your head, smiling faintly. "Why's that?"

"Because here . . ." he reached down, brushing your knee with the backs of his fingers, "I don't have to pretend I'm not thinking about how innocent you are, what your lips feel like—what I would want to do to you."

Your breath hitched. It was hard to believe your former sensei had this side to him—or that you did, too.

You swallowed, slowly, the tension curling between your thighs like smoke. You felt heat pool low in your stomach—anticipation, hunger, and something far more tender than you'd prepared for.

"You don't have to pretend anything," you said softly.

His eyes didn't leave yours. "Good."

   You didn't know who leaned in first. Maybe it was both of you. But suddenly, your breath was caught between his lips and the brush of his fingertips at your knee, tracing higher, just beneath the hem of your pants. His kiss was slow—measured. Like he wanted to taste you without startling you. Like he knew how new this was for you, even if you hadn't said it aloud.

   Your lips parted, instinctive, and you tilted your chin up to meet him.

   You'd kissed before—once, maybe twice in your life—but this was nothing like that. This wasn't a boy kissing you too hard behind the Academy, this was Kakashi—steady, warm, and devastatingly in control. He kissed like he meant it, like he wanted to make you feel every inch of it. You felt your toes curl against the floor, hands fisting into the edge of the couch cushion for something to hold onto.

   When he pulled away, just barely, his mouth hovered over yours.

   "You kiss like you've never been kissed properly," he murmured.

   Your face flushed, and you gave a small, embarrassed laugh. "Maybe I haven't."

   His expression flickered with something unreadable—part desire, part reverence. "That's alright," he said, thumb brushing your lower lip. "I like that."

His hands slid down your sides, tugging you closer as he lowered himself beside you on the couch. You moved with him, your thigh sliding over his, your hand finding the hem of his shirt, curling it in your fingers.

He kissed you again—deeper now. His hand cradled the back of your head, angling you just right as his tongue swept slowly against yours. You gasped into his mouth, surprised at how easy it was to melt against him. He took his time with you, kissing until your skin burned, until your lips tingled. Until you whimpered softly without meaning to.

He smiled against your mouth. "That's it, sweet girl. Don't hold back."

Your breath stuttered as his hand traveled down—over your waist, then to the hem of your shirt. His fingers brushed your bare stomach, warm and slow, pushing the fabric up little by little.

"I'm gonna take this off you, baby," he says, "is that okay?"

You nodded, barely able to speak.

He undressed you carefully, peeling your shirt off, then your bra, his touch featherlight. His fingers traced the slope of your breast, the soft line of your ribs, like he was learning you with his hands alone.

"You're beautiful," he said, dragging a hand through his grey hair.

You felt your cheeks flame. "You don't have to say that."

"I don't say things I don't mean," he said, and kissed the corner of your mouth.

His soft lips trail down your throat down to your collarbone, lingering down to the suppleness of your chest. You arched into him, gasping when his mouth closed around one of your nipples, tongue flicking gently, drawing tight little circles. His hands cup at your breasts, kneading them softly. You weren't sure when your hands tangled in his hair, only that they did—and you didn't want to let go.

   You tugged at the waistband of his pants as his hand gripped your thigh, lifting it against his hip. His knee nudged your legs apart just enough, and the friction that sparked between your bodies made you tremble.

   He pulled back slightly, lips flushed, breathing shallow.

You could feel the length of him through his pants, the way he hardened against you with every movement, every breath. You felt heat pool between your legs, your thighs weak as you felt your sex pulse in anticipation.

Then his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pants.

You gasped—his fingers brushing between your legs, finding you wet, already aching. He looked up at you with heat simmering in his eyes, the sight of you unraveling beneath him clearly driving him mad.

"You're so wet, baby," he whispered against your skin. "I'll treat you good, okay?"

You whimpered, bucking slightly into his hand. "Then touch me."

   Kakashi sat back slightly, eyes dark, thoughtful. His thumb brushed your lower lip again, as if still debating whether to press further. But you knew—he already had you. You'd already said yes in every way that mattered, and you'd asked granted him access to you. He hums pensively.

   "I want to try something," he murmured. "Do you trust me?"

   The question settled over your skin like a weight. "Yes, sensei."

   Kakashi shifts, the muscles of his back stretching softly. He reaches for his mask on the coffee table, the black fabric loosely draping over his hand. Then he leaned in, kissing you one more time, slow and deep.

   When he pulled back, he murmured, "Close your eyes for me, sweet girl."

   You obeyed without thinking.

   His fingers brush against your temple, and he slides the mask over your eyes. You let out a small breath as the world went dark—suddenly, acutely aware of how vulnerable this made you. You shudder, feeling the small hairs of your body raise in the sudden breeze. You felt the soft tug as he tied the fabric behind your head, slow and deliberate.

   "There," he whispered near your ear. "Perfect."

    Your lips part but no sound emerged.

   "Now," he said, voice low, "look at you. Surrendering yourself to me."

   You whimpered at the sound of that. Your body tensed—but only for a moment. He ran a hand slowly down your side, palm broad and steady. His other hand slid up, cupping your face so gently it nearly undid you.

   You felt the soft curve of his mouth suck the delicate areas of your neck, telling stories with his tongue. It nibbles at your ear, trailing down to your breasts. He sucks at your nipple, tongue flicking at the delicate bundle of nerves. You softly gasp, your hands clutching at anything they can find. He pulls away from your nipple, and you feel a hot strand of saliva drip down your breasts.

   Kakashi drags saliva down your stomach, using his expert tongue to glide against your skin. You shudder with every movement, unable to see him. His lips stop at the waistband of your pants. He dragged your pants down in one swift motion, his mouth trailing after the fabric, kissing his way down your midriff, across your hips, until his head dipped between your thighs. His breath hit you first—hot, anticipatory. Then his tongue.

   A cry escaped your lips, fingers fisting the sheets as his mouth moved over you with deliberate hunger. He licked, sucked, teased you until your thighs trembled around his head. He took his time—slow and thorough, savoring every sound you made, every twitch of your hips.

His lips find your folds, his tongue sliding through your slick, fingers tracing down them. You moan softly, but stifle it as much as you can. You felt his strong hand splay across your stomach, and his lips lock onto your clit. You give soft cries, your hand clutching onto the green upholstery. You felt dirty in a way, and held back your moans.

Kakashi could tell you were holding back the sounds of pleasure. "It's okay that you like it, baby," his voice is laced with lust, but reassurance. "Don't hold back."

You bite your lip and nod, allowing yourself to surrender to him—fully. His tongue tells stories on your sex, running soft circles on your aching bud, forming a tight coil in your stomach. He slips two firm fingers in your warm core, lips kissing at your labia.

    "Kakashi-sensei," you moan, your fingers finding his grey head of hair.

    "That's a good girl," he praises.

When you came, it was with a cry that left you breathless, your back arched thighs clamped tight around his head. He didn't stop until you were shaking.

   He pulled back with a satisfied hum, one that made you shudder. You wished you could see the expression on his handsome visage as his head was buried between your thighs, but you enjoyed the thrill, and the complete surrender to him.

   Kakashi kisses you, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip. You taste yourself, your own mouth wet. His hand loosely coils around your neck, softly parting your jaw with his thumb, pulling you into a deep kiss.

   "Hmm," he hums, "do you wanna see?"

   You nod. You liked the element of surprise, but the truth was, you wanted to see him.

    Kakashi undoes the blindfold. You feel the soft fabric run down your nose, and you shudder. Your eyes flutter, but you're met with the beautiful sight of his visage. He was flustered, cheeks warm with the effects of the alcohol, and lips slick with your sex and your lips. His one eye was closed, and you brought your finger to trace down the scar.

   You were glad you shared this experience with him, of all people—but you still couldn't believe it lead to this.

   Kakashi had held himself back this whole time. The reality was, he had been aching just as much as you. His length throbbed almost painfully beneath the fabric of his pants. You felt it brush against your knee.

   He reaches for your hand, allowing you to feel the arousal you gave him. You reached for him, pulling him down by his waistband, your fingers finding the buckle and undoing it with trembling urgency. He let you, watching your every move, his breath tight with restraint as you freed him from his pants.

   You stared for a moment, taking him in.

    "Fuck," you whispered.

He smirked, leaning down to kiss you again—slow, open-mouthed. He pulls away for a moment, peeling off his shirt. You admire the soft contours of his body, the shape he was in.

  Kakashi uses his hand to guide himself between your thighs. You were still slick, still pulsing from his mouth, and he teased your entrance with the tip of his length, dragging it up and down until your hips rolled helplessly beneath him.

"Tell me," he whispered into your ear, voice wrecked with want. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," you breathed. "I want you, Kakashi-sensei.”

    He didn't make you wait. With one slow, aching thrust, he pushed into you, stretching you around him inch by perfect inch. You gasped into his neck, nails biting into his shoulders. He filled you completely, deeply, until your bodies pressed flush. He held still for a moment, his forehead resting against yours.

   “I wanted this, so long,” you said, breath trembling. "Sensei."

   You kissed him—messy and desperate—before he started to move.

   The rhythm was slow at first, dragging friction that sent sparks up your spine. But it didn't stay slow for long. Each thrust got deeper, harder, pushing moans from your lips you couldn't suppress. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, sweat slick between you, mouths tasting every inch of each other in between gasping breaths.

   "Look at me," he said, voice sharp, hands pinning your wrists to the upholstery. "Tell me you like it, baby."

   "I like it—" you cry, "so much." You buck your hips with every movement.

   He groaned your name, hips stuttering. "You feel so good," he sighs, his hands finding your hips and pulling you to his pelvis with deep thrusts. "My sweet girl."

   You lay, suffocated with an intense combination of pleasure and surrender. You felt a tight, warm heat pool within you, a feeling more intense than the orgasm he'd given you with his mouth. "I think I'm close—"

    Kakashi was following you over the edge, pulling into you with a growl that rattled through his chest. "Come for me," he says.

    Your back arched as you felt yourself come undone. Your lips part, a deep sound emerging. Kakashi followed, but pulled himself away. "Do you wanna touch me, baby?"

    You nod, swallowing as you reach for his length. You delicately wrap your hands around him, clumsily playing with him. He guided your hand, finishing on your chest.

   You lay tangled in silence, chests rising and falling in sync. His body half-draped over yours, lips brushing your shoulder. "You did so good," he says, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

    "Mmm," you hum. "Did this really just happen?" You smile, a soft laugh escaping you.

    Kakashi chuckles. "Yes, it did. You wanted it. You asked me to, very prettily, too."

You lay curled against his chest, your fingers twining softly in the loose fabric of his shirt. His hand moved slowly over your back, tracing lazy circles that soothed the tremble still lingering in your limbs.

For a while, neither of you said anything. Just the quiet rhythm of your breaths, the soft sound of the village night drifting in through the open window.

Then you murmured, voice small and a little shy, "I can't believe I begged you like that."

Kakashi's lips curved into a gentle smile. "You were very persuasive," he teased softly, voice warm.

You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, a light blush warming your cheeks. "Stop it . . .”

“Not a chance," he whispered, brushing a stray hair from your forehead. "I think I'm going to enjoy that about you."

You peeked up at him, eyes bright but soft. "You're terrible."

He laughed quietly, a sound like a secret between the two of you. "Only for you."

You smiled and snuggled closer, your heartbeat steadying under his steady warmth.

After a long moment, Kakashi's voice softened. "You're staying, right? Because I'm not letting you go anytime soon."

Your answer was simple. “I don't want to."

He kissed your temple gently, fingers threading through your hair. "Good."

   "Still not in the mood for tea?" he asked eventually, breathless.

   You laughed weakly, brushing a hand through his hair. "Only if you make it."

    He kissed the edge of your jaw. "Deal."

[beyondallodds]

THINKING! About a fanfic with a reader-insert, where the plot goes along normally. They're part of the main characters, they defeat villains, they know everyone's futures and past, help them with their struggles – but one little thing.

No one knows their name.

They're a foreign-exchange student? The teachers are wondering who tf "Y/N" or "[ name ]" is, but whenever they have to call them out, they suddenly voice out the name.

They randomly appeared in the destination you were supposed to be in? What's that literal BLUR on the ground that LOOKS like a human being?

Might not even be a human being. Could be a slime.

Whenever characters think about them, their characteristics always blurs; what hair? What clothing? Do they have siblings? Why're they so quirky and involved in everyone's lives?

It's seemingly just the little things you're meant to know about someone.

But after they marry the main lead, sharing a last name, suddenly.. it all becomes clear. They gain a name.

That's [ Y/N ] [ L/N ]. You don't know them? Neither do I.

[anj4m]

Unmasked Desires| Kakashi Hatake Smut

Kakashi Hatake x Reader | Smut | MDNI

Synopsis. It started with a few drinks—casual, harmless, something to take the edge off after a long mission. But alcohol has a way of loosening tongues… and inhibitions. One minute, you’re teasing each other like always. The next, Kakashi has you pinned face down, whispering things that can’t be taken back. Tonight, the mask finally comes off—and he shows you exactly what he's been holding back.

Genre. Smut, Tension Relief, Slow Burn Snapping Point

Warnings. MDNI, explicit sexual content, manhandling (waist-grabbing, positioning), alcohol involved, dom!Kakashi, rough & possessive vibes, unprotected, cursing, hickeys, oral

Status. One-shot

Word Count. 3425

[I highly recommend reading this while listening to Wicked Games by The Weeknd]

You're a Jonin who just became an apprentice of none other than Kakashi Hatake. After an exhausting week of the both of you being sent away for an intel-gathering mission, you decided to invite him for a drink in the pub.

The night was cold, the streets weren't as silent as how they were supposed to be as waves of laughter erupted along with the beating of drums outside.

You sit there silently, chin resting on your palm as your fingers simultaneously tap on the glass of liquor in front of you. Your chest is weirdly beating fast, it's as if you're feeling extra excited.

"Hey there. 'M sorry, I'm late." A familiar husky voice caught your attention. You turn to look with half-lidded eyes. You're one drink away from being drunk after consuming a good amount of alcohol waiting for his tardy ass to arrive.

"Kakashi?" You call his name.

A soft smile appears, his eye crinkling above the mask. He didn't waste another second and immediately sat on the stool next to you.

The both of you ordered bottles of your favorite drinks, even debating which one tastes better. Because of that, you guys ended up ordering almost every single drink there is. You even ended up doing a drinking competition against him.

You guys erupted with loud laughter as you told each other funny stories of your past. For the first time in so many years, you felt fulfilled again. You never laughed like this with any other person you've been with before.

Kakashi...he was able to bring out another side of you no one else was able to do.

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter, spilled liquor, and slurred stories. Unfortunately, Kakashi's head rests on the bar. Just when you thought he had a higher alcohol tolerance than you, he's now drunk and asleep.

You press on your temples, what the hell are you supposed to do now? Helping him walk home might be the best thing to do. Besides, you already know where he lives so it's less of a hassle now.

But how in the world are you supposed to carry a drunk man with you when you are drunk yourself?

"Damn you, Kakashi." You grit your teeth, sucking in a sharp breath.

Hopeless, you let out a heavy sigh and stretched your arms before you grab onto him, draping his arms over your shoulder.

"Goodness gracious" You murmur to yourself. He's not as light as you thought he'd be. You ended up wobbling when you tried to take a single step.

You take out your wallet to pay for the drinks, yet the old man told you that Kakashi had already paid for everything the both of you drank tonight. You didn't even notice.

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, the gentleman already paid for it. Come back next time." The shop owner smiles.

You bite your lip in embarrassment. You were supposed to be the one to pay since you're the one who invited him. The least you could do now as a 'thank you' is take him home safely.

Your sight blurs and your head spirals. Walking home when your drunk is such a challenge, how much more if your carrying an unconscious person with you?

Even thought you struggled to stay awake, you use all the energy left in your body to quickly arrive in front of his house. Thank God you managed to take him home in one piece.

"Where are your keys?" You ask as you guide him in front of his door.

Not even a single proper word came out of his mouth when he tried to answer you. The strong urge to slap him awake sounded like a good idea, but you resisted.

You try to find his keys. He is so wasted that he didn't even flinch when you reached into his pocket. Beads of sweats trickled down your neck as you struggle to reach for it. You eventually found it in one of the pockets of his vest, and you quickly openee the door.

The corridor is dark and silent, you can barely see anything, so you slowly drop him on the floor to find the light switch.

Despite turning the lights on, it was still dimly lit—maybe this is why he is gloomy sometimes, because his house is too. You turn to lock the door and bent over to carry him again. The wooden floor creaked each time you took a step through.

Your eyes wander around. His house is half-empty, and you realize that he didn't have that much furnitures—only the essential ones and some photos of him with his own teams.

You eventually found your way into his room. Strong minty scent immediately crawled up your nose the moment you entered.

"Alright." You groan as you push his heavy body to his bed. Just as when you are about to leave, his hand grabbed your wrist, gently yanking you back.

Your forehead creased. You sat on the edge of his bed—just right beside him. Your hand went to his forehead, trying to feel if he's having a fever, but he's all fine.

"Is there something wrong?" You gently hum, patiently waiting for him to respond.

He didn't give you any answer because he drifted back to sleep again. You decided to take his vest and headband off so he'd be able to rest comfortably. You quietly place his things on the table beside his bed, leaving him only in his black turtle neck.

Your gaze went to his face, the strong desire to take another thing off is tempting you so much.

Yet you know to yourself that doing it is crossing beyond the boundaries so you shook the tempting urge away. But no matter what you do, restraining yourself doesn't seem to work.

He's drunk, he wouldn't be able to know. I'll make it quick. You say to yourself.

You feel your pulse getting quicker when curiosity has finally won. You bite your lower lip, taking a deep breath before you slowly crawl on top of him, trying your best not to wake him up.

Your fingers extended to his face. Sweats trickled down your skin as the silence of the room swallows you whole. You swallow the huge lump in your throat before finally hooking the edge of his mask.

Slowly, you pull it down. Each second revealing an inch of his face you have never seen before. And once you've completely pulled his mask down, your lips part.

You can't properly see his face because his room was dim, yet the moon lit a quarter of it so you were able to have a good look.

Your heart raced at the sight. You've never seen anyone this beautiful before. His features were perfectly made. Chiseled jaw, arousing lips, and a mole perfectly placed under his lip.

Kakashi...he surprisingly looks good, what's the need to hide all of these under a mask?

You wanted to admire his face longer but it's time to put his mask back on. You can't afford getting caught by him, who knows what might happen?

You quietly extend your hand to put his mask on again, but before you could even touch it, his eyes opens and his hand grabs your wrist.

You gasp. N-No way, he's awake?!

"What do you think you're doing?" He groans, his right eye shut close.

"I-It's not like what you think!" You quickly explain yourself. Just as when you thought he's going to push you away, a cocky smirk is tugging at his lips.

"So this is what you want...Y/N?" His voice dangerously dropping low. Tension is thick in the air. One wrong move of you, and everything might go wrong.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I just wanted to-" Before you could even say another word, his hand slowly went to the back of your neck, pulling you in.

You should resist, but you're body betrayed you. Instead, you succumbed to his touch when he pressed your lips into his.

He reeks of alcohol when he opened his mouth, taking your lower lip in. His tongue licks your lip before it went inside your mouth, dancing with yours.

A moan escapes from you, and you feel him smile against your lips.

"You're so sneaky," He pulls away. "I'm not that drunk, you know." He says before kissing you again.

It was just tongue kissing, but your eyes are already rolling back, how much more if...

"Is this what you want?" He hums against your mouth. His hand crawls up to the back of your head, hands spreading through your silky hair before he grabs it, sending shivers running down your spine.

You weren't intimate with anyone like this ever before.

The moment he bucked his hips upward to adjust his position made you almost lose your mind. You can feel him, and he's so fucking hard. You can't help but just moan to what he's giving you.

"Do you feel that?" He smirks, gently pulling your head away.

There's no use asking. You can't even get a single fucking word out of your mouth. Your too drunk...and aroused.

"Look at you. I haven't even started yet but you're already such a mess." A low chuckle grumbles from his chest.

You gasp when he swiftly pushes you to the side, before quickly standing up and then crawling on top of you. He reversed your positions.

His thumb went to your cheek, tracing your jawline, and then to your lower lip. "Tell me," He says, brushing his calloused thumb over your lip. "Do you want this?"

Fuck, there's no use asking that. You're already looking so desperate for it, but he wouldn't do anything if you wouldn't let him know you want it.

"I-I...yes..." Those were the only words you managed to say. A smirk appears on his lips, arousing you even more. He's clearly amused at the sight of you being aroused by him.

An abnormal heat spreads through the entirety of your body, radiating from your core. You're feeling so damn hot.

He bent over and his face went to your neck. You wince at the sensation as his breathing tickles your neck. He gently kiss your neck before sucking and nibbling on your delicate skin.

You want to moan—to let him know how good you're feeling, but you don't want to let him know you're already so down bad for it.

As he sucks on your neck, leaving traces of himself, his other hand went to your shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. Despite using only one hand, his talented fingers didn't take long before he exposes your breasts to him.

Embarrassment colored your face red. Kakashi's the first man to see you in such a vulnerable state.

He pulls your bra down and his hot and electrifying kisses went from your neck, down to your collarbone—intently tracing them, and eventually reaching your nipples. He puts it in between his teeth, playfully yet gently biting, and then licking and sucking on it before he does it to the other too.

Your chest heaves so quickly, you're running out of breath as if he's sucking the oxygen out of you. You can't hold it in anymore and a moan escapes from you again, followed by another, until it became a series of them. It's as if he wants to hear your sweet cries that he doesn't stop on teasing them.

His fingers lifts your skirt up until your legs were fully bare. His hands trailed up your leg, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, until his thumb went to rub and press on your throbbing clit through your panties.

"K-Kakashi!" You cry when you feel his fingers gently and intently brush your wet folds. His thumb drew circles on your pleading clit, while his tongue works its way on your nipple.

"Look at you, so fucking wet." He mumbles.

He didn't waste any more second before sliding your panties to the side, and then shoving two long and thick fingers inside you. You feel your insides stretch around his fingers.

"A-Ah!" A loud moan erupted from you, and it only made him smirk even more.

His fingers curls up and down inside you, hitting a spot that makes you want to close your legs, but he keeps them in place. You wanted to just cum and cry because of how good your feeling—but he's not making it easy for you.

He crawls down until his face is in between your legs, strong hands grabs the back of your thighs before he lowers his head in between your legs.

The tip of his tongue brushes against your wet folds before he pushes it deeper, sucking on your clit after. He's toying your pussy and he's enjoying it so much.

"Nghh...P-Please." You cry. You're so pent up you just need to cum at this point. Yet everytime you're about to reach your limit, he just stops and watch your frustrated face.

"You wanna cum?" He hums.

His tongue withdraws from your cunt before he kneels in front of you, leaving it dripping wet. His hands went to take off his turtleneck, revealing a much more arousing sight. His body is beautifully built.

Two different colored eyes menacingly stare down at you as he opens and pulls down his pants. You weren't able to see the rest anymore because he already lifted both of your legs up in the air.

You only gasp when you felt the tip of his member brushing up and down your folds, making sure it's well lubricated before thrusting it inside you. He didn't say anything, not even a warning when he completely shove his cock inside you.

A sharp pain in your core made you wince and bite your lip, you grip on the wrinkled sheets as you shut your eyes close. Kakashi's forehead creased as he looks down at it.

"You," His tone worried. "You've never done this before?" His grip on your thighs loosened.

You're afraid he's going to stop, but you also know that you can't lie, so you hesitantly nod.

"Why didn't you tell me." He pressed his temples. He spreads your legs open again and then crawling up to you to kiss your lips. "Then I should've went easy on you."

He was still inside you, but he didn't move. Instead, he gave you time to fully adjust around his lenght. And until then, he stayed still and just kissed you.

"Just tell me if it hurts, okay?" His gentle voice arouses you so much. You nod in response.

He puts his arms under your legs and lifts it up. He made sure to adjusts himself in between you before he slowly pulls it back and slide it back inside again.

A knot-like feeling started to form in your abdomen. You don't know what it is but it sure does feel good.

You suck in a sharp inhale as his fingers bury deep in your thighs while he slides himself deep inside you. He made sure to start of slow and gentle until you fully adjust around his girth. His eyes observing you intently under the moonlight, trying to spot a hint of pain.

"Kakashi..." You whimper, your voice cracking under the weight of pleasure.

He hums in response.

"Please, just give it to me..." A needy moan escapes from your lips. You're too pent up with lust and he's there going all gentle on you.

"Don't give me such a desperate face." His hips buck backwards and then forward before he leans in to suck on your neck. Your fingers grabbing his silver hair as you whimper in pleasure.

"You don't have to rush. I'll make sure you'll cum." his tone feral. And with that, he pounds his cock in you just like what you've asked for.

He hits it deeper each time he slides in, making you roll your eyes to the back of your skull—skin flushed as you arch your back. Your hands grab onto the sheets at the sensation.

Pleasure pools in your stomach as you wrap your legs around his waist. He groans softly as you tighten around him.

"Fuck..." He exhales sharply before he takes your lips for another kiss while his fingers draw circles in your nipples, teasing them.

The bed creaks louder and louder each passing minute, and you're closer to your release. You bury your nails in his back and he groans in return.

Sweat and heat enveloped your body as it collides, both of you nearing each others' climax.

"I-I feel like I'm g-gonna pee." You whimper.

A smirk tug at his lips. "That's fine, don't resist it." His pace suddenly picked up and you're caught off guard that you scream in pleasure.

"Fuck, I think I'm going to-" You weren't able to finish your sentence when he continues to thrust his throbbing member inside you deeper...and faster.

You cry in plea, you wanted to cum so. fucking. bad. You buck your hips towards his direction, taking him in more deeply. He groans.

"Please... don't-" He's now made you a whimpering mess and he loves it so much.

Your eyes roll back as you feel like your abdomen is already about to explode. A tear ran down your cheek, pleasure clouding your mind that you can't even think straight any longer.

"Come for me," He groans, grinding his hips back and forth. Slapping sounds occupying the whole room.

You can't hold it in anymore. Your whole body jerk back, your nails digging deep in his back, feeling your release.

Even after knowing that you've already came, he doesn't stop.

"I'm not yet done." In a swift motion, he grabs your waist with firm hands, spinning you with ease until your front pressed into the sheets, your back arched toward him.

His grip was commanding—unmistakably in control—but not cruel, guiding you exactly where he wanted you.

Strong hands grab your waist, placing your ass upwards to his desired position. You're whole body is bare to him now, and he looks down at you with lustful gaze. Seeing in you in such a vulnerable state makes him want to not stop fucking your brain out of you.

You look behind you and your eyes met. Embarrassment swallowed you whole, so you bury your face in the pillow.

His hands grab your back before he shoves himself inside you again with no warning. Your whole body shakes, you can barely keep kneeling.

Your moans are muffled by the pillow that smells exactly like him. He thrusts in and out of you again. Fucking you so hard like there's no tomorrow. You became a moaning and whimpering mess for him as he pounds you hard.

He is perfectly hitting a spot that makes you want to cum for the second time again.

The bed creaks louder each time he shoves his cock inside you, pushing you closer to another release again.

You can already feel his hot and ragged breathing, a sign that he's already close to his release so you tighten around him, wanting to give him the pleasure he deserves.

"Fuck..." He curses under his breath.

His fingers grabbed your ass tightly, and with one final and deep thrust, hot fluid filled your insides. You can feel his member twitching inside you and that made you reach your climax.

He pulls out a minute after and loads of thick white fluid came out of you.

Both of you are out of breath, panting. Now what?

Your body dropped on the soft matress, exhaustion made you want to drift to sleep, but before you could even close your eyes, his arms wrap around your body before he lifts you up from the bed and carry you with ease.

What? No way he's still up for it.

"Don't worry," A smile graces his lips. "I'm just going to clean you up." He reassures. His fingers tucked the strands of your hair behind your ear.

His footsteps quiet as he walks to the bathroom. He gently places you on the edge of the bath tub before turning the hot water on for you.

"Clean yourself up, I'm going to get you some clothes." He says before leaving the room. The atmosphere has now completely changed, he didn't look like the Kakashi who just ruined you a while ago.

You hug your knees and rested your chin on top of them. Now you're left thinking if all of that really did happen or your just drunk and imagining because you like him so much.

One minute, you guys are laughing and telling each other silly jokes. In a glimpse, you guys are already fucking.

After you shower, he helps you wear the clothes he got you. An oversized white shirt and a boxer.

"That's the only thing I have in here that you can wear. Don't worry, I've never worn that underwear."

You give him a light nod. He helps you dry your hair before he carries you back to his bed. He already changed the sheets because the last one was soaking wet.

"Am I...sleeping here?" You look up at him. Your pulse picks up its pace again.

"It's unmanly to just send you home after what we did, plus your drunk. Let's get some rest together until you're fully recovered." A soft smiles appears on his face.

His hand went to the back of your neck, helping you lay down. Before he could go to his side of the bed. He presses his lips against yours once again.

"I love you, Y/N"

[gaybitchfx]

Could I ask for an adult Sasuke x Naruto's twin brother? Like while Naruto has his dad's looks but his mom's personality, his twin brother has their mom's look and their dad's personality?

Welcome back to tumblr writing! I missed your writing - 🩶 (I'm so sorry if this anon is taken. It's my first time using an anon 😅)

✰𝓤. 𝓢𝓐𝓢𝓤𝓚𝓔✰

dios sabe que tienes que cambiar, cariño —★

oye como va mi ritmo bueno pa’ gosar mulata

★—oye como va mi ritmo bueno pa’ gosar mulata

got a black magic woman got a black magic woman —type o negative

𝓣𝓦: none!

SOMETIMES it was hard to tell how you and naruto were related besides in semi looks. you were more like your father, humble and collective as well as kind. and naruto was just..well, he was naruto. compared to naruto, sasuke didn’t mind how you clung to him whenever you had the chance but of course sakura hated it but oh well, she couldn’t do much but sulk in some corner.

AS the two of you grew up, sasuke had gradually grown an attraction to you but it wasn’t too obvious of course so you never entirely knew though he was pretty protective over you and would always insist on going places with you just to make sure you were safe. this allowed kakashi to already get a little hint he liked you, but he wanted you to figure it out on your own rather than someone telling you. it would be all the more romantic anyways.

AND so here the two of you were, both grown adults and living out their own lives. sasuke’s crush for you hadn’t wilted not once in those years and today was the day he was going to confess to you in hopes you would reciprocate his fillings. “hello.” sasuke said with a small smile as he took a seat next to you causing you to smile, your usual bright smile. “hey sasuke, how’re you? how was that mission kakashi sent you on?” you asked as you rested your elbow against the table you sat at allowing your cheek to rest on the palm of your hand. “it was alright, not much happened but i’ve been thinking for some time now..” mumbled sasuke as he didn’t break eye contact with you.

YOUR beautiful gray eyes were always so calming to him after all you did inherit it from your mother as well as your red hair. “and what have you been thinking about?” you asked him with a raised brow, ever so curious as to what has been on your friends mind for the longest now. “not much, just thinking about how we’ve been throughout all these years. and how i’ve liked you a lot for said years, more than a ‘friend’ really should.” he hummed softly causing your eyes to widen and cheeks to flush rather quickly as you blinked a couple times. “..really?” you asked him, your voice softer now as your heart beater in your chest like a drum, its pounding sound loud in your ears. sasuke nodded his head a little as he looked off to the side a bit, his pale cheeks flushed a tad bit though it was noticeable. “i want to spend to rest of my life with you only if you’re alri—” “YES YES! A THOUSAND TIMES YES!” you practically screamed out and hugged sasuke ever so tightly, probably squeezing the daylight out of him in the process.

SASUKE let out a breathy chuckle as he hugged you back, liking the warmth your body brought and hearing how happy you sounded. “i’m glad you like me just as much as i like you.” you sighed out and placed a small kiss to the other man’s cheek causing his cheeks to flush a lot more than before. “i can’t wait to spend my life with you, my god, i need to go tell naruto and kakashi! those two were betting if you liked me or not.” you exclaimed and quickly sat up before placing another kiss to sasuke’s cheek and quickly left leaving him in cloud 9.

[cvnt4him]

drawing a silly little version of myself in silly little shows because creating silly little fantasies and daydreaming about silly little characters is no longer enough to keep my silly little mind from exploding.

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

She Who Suffers

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@sacredwarrior88 asked: May I please request headcanons for Naruto, Shikamaru, and Gaara reacting to their girlfriend showing signs of PTSD after being kidnapped and tortured for days?

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mmmm I love the smell of angst in the morning. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Talk of PSTD, Anxiety attacks, and torture

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Naruto:

Waking up screaming was the biggest indicator to Naruto that you were having horrible bouts of PTSD from when you were kidnapped.

He felt startled and heartbroken for you and took you into his arms, trying to shield you from your nightmares and the horrors you've been through.

You'd be crying, inconsolable as he rocked you, whispering that everything is going to be alright.

Truthfully, he didn't know that.

"It hurts, everywhere hurts..." you'd say, tears dripping down your face.

Naruto would swipe them away, only for new ones to take their place.

"It's okay, you're okay. Here, in my arms, you'll never be hurt." He would tell you, his own breathing short and shallow, his heart shattering for you.

There wasn't a lot that Naruto could do, except be there for you.

He laid back down with you still in his arms and comforted you all night long until you finally fell back asleep.

And he didn't let go of you until morning rose.

He vowed then, to never let you go ever again.

Shikamaru:

Seeing you with a thousand-yard stare is all Shikamaru needed to know for him to act accordingly.

You were having an episode again.

They always frightened him. How you were somewhere when he was right there.

How it seemed like you weren't even breathing when you had them.

He took your hand in his as he looked out the window of the office building you both were in.

You flinched at his touch but didn't pull away.

He would notice the tears that threatened to fall and tighten his hold, moving closer to you.

"Where did you go?" he would ask in a tiny whisper. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat.

"To Hell," you replied, a thousand-yard stare falling over your face.

You describe to him the gruesome torture you were put through, the enemy looking for intel on Konoha. You wouldn't tell them anything but at a horrible cost.

You sanity.

It scared Shikamaru just how much you changed after that night. But he does his best to make sure you heal and never forget that he will always be by your side.

Gaara:

"My love, you haven't left the room in days."

You were curled up in your shared bed, the comforter covering your entire body.

"I don't want to, Gaara."

Gaara sighed, his soul breaking as he stared at your limp and lifeless form. He observed the dark shadows under your eyes, the dry cracks in your lips from lack of water, and how you just seemed that you could wither away at any minute.

He understood all too well what was happening.

PTSD was -- is -- something he still deals with on a daily basis.

What got him through it was family and friends.

So, he climbed into the bundle of blankets with you, taking you into his arms.

"Then, I suppose I'll just have to join you."

You broke down, clinging to him as you recalled the heinous acts that were done to you, a few of Gaara's own tears falling freely.

"I'm here for you, my love. I will always be here for you."

[snuggleboots]

₊˚♡˚₊ The Akatsuki and their jealousy ₊˚♡˚₊

Tags: GN Reader, GN flirt, general jealousy and implied murder shenanigans.

Tobi essentially zeroes in the instant someone else starts laughing a little too hard at your jokes. Uhm, hello? You're funny, but you're not that funny. In fact, he's pretty sure he's the only person that busts a gut laughing when you crack your silly little one-liners or puns. It's cute to him, nobody else has any business making a play by acting all giggly and doe-eyed. He doesn't need to be violent about it - and really, why would he be? Tobi's just as happy to lean in - uncomfortably close - and then loudly declare that they have something stuck in their teeth! And it's super noticeable! So's their breath! It's not rude, he's just being helpful! He can smell their lunch through his mask! And it's rank! How embarrassing! Haha! They really should go brush their teeth, huh! Go away! Far, far, away!

Hidan is, in fact, very liable to wind up jealous over stupid little things that always result in becoming a pain in the ass for you to defuse when he inevitably hops onto his bullshit. You're out trying to enjoy one meal in peace together? That's funny, because the server seemed to put some weird, flirtatious emphasis on hot when they asked how you like your tea, and that's a problem, and that bitch knows it, too. Oh, they wanna know how hot you like it? Alright! There's loads of people on this earth, and they really wanna get stabbed over you? Fuck it! He just sat down, but clearly he's got some shit to do now. Dinner and a show! Why not?! He gets why Kakuzu doesn't tip now, not that he was gonna anyway. Shit service, and thirsty-ass servers. Fucking ridiculous.

Deidara is the first to notice when someone gets too close and cosy with you. Does it bug him immediately? No. His reaction, however, depends entirely on yours. Do you notice that they're smiling with way too much teeth when they playfully punched your arm? No? Alright. He can let that slide. It's when they deliberately divert your attention from him to themselves that he starts getting annoyed. He's not at all above pointing out tacky behaviour, petty king, and even if it embarrasses you a little, it is highly satisfying for him to see the flirt's face drop into something sour or burn up from the embarrassment. It's even better if you snicker along with him.

Kakuzu's only problem with someone chatting your ear off and really gushing over whatever comes out of your mouth is the fact that they're boosting your ego and he has to deal with it later. Not because the offending flirt boosted your ego, he doesn't give a damn about that, but he's now going to hear the same things you just told them about later when he's already just heard it - and he sincerely doesn't care to hear it again. He doesn't want to act interested, and yet he's going to be faced with either being called a dick, or being forced to feign something to avoid bickering about it after the fact. God dammit.

Kisame doesn't mind seeing someone try their damndest to flirt with you. He trusts you, and he's very happy to sit back while you turn them down- or, if he's lucky, watch while the flirt makes an idiot of themselves trying too hard to clue you in and get your attention. It's funny - he's laughing, and he isn't even trying to hide it. If he's in a cheeky mood, he'll even stir the pot, because he has gremlin tendencies and his humour is catered exclusively to himself. Yeah, he'll egg them on in little ways, until they're feeling nice and confident. Then, while he isn't really a PDA kind of guy, he'll drape a brawny arm over your shoulders, plonk a cheek atop your head and drawl something to the effect of, 'You know what? You do look great in that outfit. It'll look better on the floor later. Ready to go?' Kisame likes finding his own fun like this. The flirts always flap their lips like gasping fish when he hits 'em with that bit, and it tickles his brain just right.

Itachi is generally ambivalent. You have attractive qualities, he knows this, and he's well acquainted with the consequence of having said attractive qualities. As long as you're fine with it and nobody's pushing any obvious boundaries, he's fine with it too. Jealousy isn't an issue at all with Itachi. It only becomes one if you end up uncomfortable and the flirt doesn't pick up on that fact. In that case? He's glad to leave with you, if you don't feel like handling it. If you don't want to leave, or leaving isn't an option? Well, he can use his words. Or, if they've ruffled your feathers enough to annoy him, there are many benefits to being a genjutsu master. Oh, noooo, suddenly all eyes are on the flirt and the judgmental looks are intense and highly disarming. Or, uh oh! There's definitely a fire that just broke out, and they're the only one panicking about it! Oh wow, they left in a hurry. What a shame. They must've drank a little too much, or something like that.

Sasori, simply put, could not possibly care less if you paid him. Possibly aggravated by the fact that someone's breathing air in his direction while he's minding his business with you, someone he can actually tolerate. Yeah, he fully expects you to handle that. He's gained a knack for zoning minor annoyances out- until those minor annoyances become general annoyances. It's only when the offending flirt's voice becomes grating - which, really, doesn't take long at all before he bothers intervening if you haven't already shooed them away yourself. If a terse 'shut up' or 'begone' doesn't dissuade the persistent little gnat, he has poison and many fun, discrete vehicles with which to deliver it. It is purely for the sake of peace and quiet. Does he care when they drop like a sack of rocks, seizing and foaming at the mouth? Not particularly. Do as he does, and zone it out. Don't look at it (derogatory), you'll only encourage it to make more of a scene.

[wing-ed-thing]

Being Dumb and 12-Years-Old with Team 7 Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Being 12, Mixed AU

𓆃 Genin are a different breed of insufferable. Because they do such heavy, "adult" work, the times genin get to be kids, they almost double down and have to get a certain amount of thoughtlessness out of their system.

Naruto

𓆃 Naruto is just spending money on useless things. He has no idea how to handle money at all and will pay for things in the lowest coin denomination possible.

𓆃 He's a sucker for "limited-time" snacks, no matter what the flavor, and he's paying for everything with the lowest denomination possible.

𓆃 So you're standing at the cash register with your two "spicy pickle and cream" flavored onigiri while the poor cashier has to count 200 1ryō coins.

𓆃 And even after all of that, Naruto will be short.

𓆃 Naruto will be too loud and laugh too much in public spaces. He can't keep his hands off anything and will get you kicked out of at least one (1) business every few weeks.

𓆃 Will go into a business without buying anything and just sit down and hang out. Has absolutely no social anxiety and will stay completely oblivious to the clear mounting frustration on the employee's face until he's asked to leave.

𓆃 Be prepared to apologize for him a million times or instead you can validate to him that he totally didn't do anything wrong— what was that guy's problem?

𓆃 Then you're going back to his apartment, trying to eat spicy noodles— that were actually far too spicy for either of you but neither of you are admitting that— and getting into scream debates over TV shows until the neighbors are banging on the wall because you're being too loud.

𓆃 He's also showing you the grossest things the internet has to offer and traumatizing you for life.

Sakura

𓆃 You and Sakura think you're such mature little adults, meanwhile, you're getting all anxious about the passive aggressive fights you're getting into with your peers.

𓆃 And in true 12-year-old fashion, no one is beefing with each other to their faces, but you sure as hell are sending each other to talk to other people and then report back to you.

𓆃 You once texted Ino's "ex-boyfriend" just asking, "Is this ___?” He threatened to call the authorities and Sakura and Ino had to calm you down for the rest of the night.

𓆃 You think you're being sneaky using the samples from the beauty store to put make up on, and looking back you're baffled you didn't get an infection.

𓆃 Any underwear outside of standard cotton panties is scandalous and terrifying, and there was definitely a time you all bought a lacy undergarment together and worried for a solid hour how to get them home without your parents knowing.

𓆃 You never wore them. Your parents never found out.

𓆃 Sakura and Ino gave you a make over during a sleepover once, even though their version of make up was just very caked on foundation and boxy eyebrows.

𓆃 Every so often, the three of you will pair off and have fights with each other. You and Sakura will have a fight that Ino "mediates." You'll "mediate" a fight between Sakura and Ino... and totally take sides. You'll tell Sakura that Ino's wrong, and Ino that Sakura is wrong.

𓆃 The fights don't last long and usually result in some tears shed and ice cream bought.

Sasuke

𓆃 Sasuke touts himself as a sort of wiz on the piano or perhaps on the guitar, when in reality, he just learned to play three songs really well.

𓆃 He won't outwardly flex, but you can tell he likes to be recognized for it. He'd whip the skill out on days he's feeling particularly down.

𓆃 He'll tell you that you're going to "start a band," but you "won't be like other music groups that just want to get famous". But in reality, when you go over to his place, you'll just end up eating junk food, playing games, and won't ever actually touch an instrument.

𓆃 The closest you'll get is karaoke, but if you ever mention it ever again Sasuke won't talk to you for a week.

𓆃 And he's not immune to sending someone back and forth with messages to you because he's not talking to you. But "not in the way girls do," whatever that means.

𓆃 He’ll also accidentally download something shady from a shady website one night after going down some obscure internet rabbit hole, and Sasuke will say he's not worried about it, but he'll call you when you get home hyperventilating about how worried he is about it.

𓆃 You'll try to learn how to ride the latest form of transportation on wheels together, but the moment Sasuke discovers he's not instantly good at it he'll get mad at you for being better than he is even though it's only been 10 minutes and are you really that better than he is?

𓆃 Only posing for pictures with a scowl and hands clasped in front of you. Bonus points if your head is tilted back. These are photos you and Sasuke hide when you're older.

𓆃 Coming up with nicknames for yourselves and subtly trying to encourage other people to start calling you those nicknames.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: No offense to any 12 year olds in the audience. Being your age is universally a cringe time it's okay it's a right of passage.

[dark-konohagakure2]

kakashi having to punish his little cousin for going out with another guy

tw: incest, cousin incest, age difference, protectiveness, slut shaming, impact play, breeding, abuse

All characters depicted are 18+

Kakashi usually doesn't involve himself too deeply in his family's personal business, but when his father laments to him about the fact that Kakashi's younger cousin has been sneaking out at night to see some guy from time to time, Kakashi is suddenly very invested in what his family is up to now.

Sakumo himself was originally asked to give her a stern talking to, but Kakashi convinced his dad to let him do it instead, since Kakashi is (barely) closer to her age, so she'll definitely listen to her dearest older cousin.

Of course Kakashi's intentions are the furthest thing from pure. He's been lusting after his own cousin for a while, and this is just the perfect excuse for him to act on those desires. He isn't nice about it either, pinning her down and berating for going out with a guy, despite the fact that she's old enough to see whoever she likes, but Kakashi doesn't care.

Kakashi will act more like a bully than a cousin, roughly forcing her underwear down and spreading her cheeks apart to get a very good, thorough look at her pussy, snidely claiming that he's just checking to make sure she's still a virgin, and not a whore.

"Stop whining. That boy you wanted to get all friendly with would have done this to you and then some. Be grateful that I'm being more gentle."

Kakashi is easily able to force his thick cock into her cousin's pussy, his years of extensive shinobi training making him leagues stronger than a delicate little civilian like her, allowing him to practically use her like his own personal onahole.

Kakashi's reason for being there is to punish her, and he'll do just that as he fucks her, slapping any part of her body that his calloused hands can reach, mostly focusing on hitting her ass and thighs while telling her what a bad girl she's been, and how she must have had a lot of guys do this to her before him.

He wants to make sure his lesson will leave a mark on his disobedient cousin, so he'll be sure to cum inside her, and more than once at that. Kakashi is going to make sure she doesn't ever forget the rules of their family, and besides, if she winds up getting pregnant, she can't whore around anymore, so Kakashi wins either way.

When he's finally had his fill of her pussy, he'll sit her down and have an earnest heart to heart conversation with her, making sure she gets it through her thick skull that she isn't supposed to be talking to any man that isn't family, that's what whores do.

"Are you done crying? Good. Now you know what happens to bad girls who act like sluts. Oh, and tell your father I said 'you're welcome'"

Kakashi really hopes that his lesson stuck with her, and even if he didn't and she decides to whore around again, he is more than willing to teach her another one.

[rinneganed]

WARMTH — NAMIKAZE MINATO.

cw; cockwarming, slight hair pulling, slight mention of spanking, nothing toooo major just a small drabble :)

OF COURSE you always wore the pride of being the fourth hokage’s wife, you were always so proud of him, always making sure to let everyone know how much of a hard worker he was. yes, it was an amazing role you played, but truth be told there was something that always seemed to get under your skin about your husband. of course, as the village’s leader, he was always so busy. you would stay up hours after preparing dinner for the two of you, but alas he would never arrive. most of your mornings consisted of arriving at the hokage’s office to awaken minato from his slumber, provide him a satisfying back massage and starting him off straight for a day full of paperwork. although you missed hugging him to sleep, enjoying supper with one another, and being able to chat amongst each other; there was truly one thing you craved every second the day.

with all the workload minato has, it has been entirely too long since you had been able to be intimate together, and god has that been tearing you to shreds. you were tired of the aimless attempts at finding intimacy with your husband, wearing your lingerie dresses, or kissing him passionately— no, this never succeeded due to his all time favorite excuse. ‘babe i’m sorry but I really do need to finish this paperwork.’

It was nighttime as of now, the streets and alleys of konoha were empty with only the lights from the food courts or house lamps brightening your path. the walk to the hokage's office was different this time, you didn’t carry with you a bento box nor a change of comfortable clothes for minato. no, it was just you in a sleeping gown that stopped just above your knees. as your knuckles produced a beat against the wooden door, a smile creeped upon your lips.

“proceed!”

the door creaked as you peeked a part of your face in before stepping inside as you closed it behind you. “well goodnight to you too, minato!” you smirked, taunting him playfully as you made your way to his desk.

his arms reached out for you, pushing himself away from the desk and turning towards you; wrapping his arms around your waist as he laid his head beneath your breasts. his lips murmured against the fabric of your clothing, “i’m sorry sweetheart, i know i promised to be home tonight for dinner—“

you shushed him as your fingers combed through his golden locks, “mmm, it’s okay baby, i understand that’s why i came to you instead.”

he smiled, causing the bags beneath his eyes to reappear. “thank you, you’re just what I needed today. it’s been so busy, assigning all these missions and having meetings with the elders— i mean really i should continue to fill out all this paperwork—“

you cut him off again, grabbing a hold of one of his hands, placing yourself on his lap; doing this you resealed his arms around you. you tilted your head up at him, your thumb and index finger resting on his chin. “don’t worry, I'll still let you do your silly little paperwork.” you nibbled on his bottom lip, licking it gently waiting for him to accept your invitation.

he grunted softly, taking the side of your face into his open palm. he ravished your lips completely, grunting into your mouth every time his teeth grazed the fat of your lips. in moments he was panting and you could feel the warmth of his boner poke against your thighs. “shit, how long has it been…?” he held onto your hips as he stationed you against the counter, rocking himself in his office chair. he bowed his head down, kissing your neck and down your collarbone. “‘m sorry..baby…i’ve just been so busy…” he planted kissed along your skin in between words, his cock twitching at every moan that slipped past your lips. “i..i really do need to finish this stack, at least— promise… then we can conti—“

you rolled your eyes, how absurd! how dare he try to ruin this moment, you would be an idiot to let this happen again. you thrashed your hips, riding your cunt against his hard-on. your sighed contently as a groan escaped him, “really babe…? can’t you feel how wet i am?”you swayed your hips, pushing yourself off of the leaning stance he had you at; one hand on his thigh and the other lazily cupping his cheek. “jus’ slip it in, and i’ll be a good girl for you and let you work, does that sound good?”

he huffed, “fuck, you’re too good at convincing me darling.” he chewed down on his lip, setting you up on his desk with little to no effort. he was frantically unbuttoning his pants, lifting himself up before letting his length slip out. you could feel the drool pool in your mouth, he was so thick and swollen with pre-cum oozing out his pink tip.

you pushed yourself off the desk, propping your feet on both sides of him before slowly lowering yourself down on him. your fingers trembled with excitement, pushing your panties to the side before beginning to slip his length in. the two of you synced in with a grunt, “s-shit, minato..!” you squeezed around him, shutting your eyes shut as your mouth hung open.

minato moaned, gasping at the small recoils that you did with your hips. “fuck i’ve missed you so much, you take me in so perfectly…” he whispered in your hear, hushed as he didn’t want to alert any of the hidden ninja along the building.

you moaned before turning your back on him, your hand finding its way behind you to readjust his cock inside of you. “mm, i don’t think so… c’mon don’t you have work to f-finish up?” you teased him, slamming your hips down on him.

he whimpered at the back of your neck, his lips painting sloppy kisses. “please, don’t do this…” his teeth dug into you, shooting you with immediate arousal. “don’t you wanna get fucked and filled up anyways, doll?” he grinned against your skin, his hands taking a handful of your ass, surfacing you up in the air before colliding his hips against your lower half.

you winced, throwing your head back with a grunt. “oh fuck!” you yelped as he pounded you, rising you up and slamming you back down— you took in how thick and lengthy he truly was.

his hand collided with the fat of your ass, “that’s a good girl taking all of this dick in you, you missed it huh?” his fingers tugged on your hair, forcing you to look back upon his eyes. “i wanna fuck you on this desk and throw all this damn paper off here so bad… you really don’t know much i’ve missed you.” he let go of the grip he had on your hair, hugging you from the back as his hand found a pen. “but you’re gonna wait like a good girl right? gonna help me fill out all these papers so we can finish…” he kissed along your shoulders, “gotta finish quick… needa make up for all the lost time…” he was drowsy and drunk off your essence, keeping your cunt warm with his member parked inside of you.

minato grinned as you rushed to read and fill out forms, he was so glad you came to visit him that night. truthfully, he was waiting for the day you’d surprise him like this. he wanted nothing more than to take you right there in the office that throned him as leader of his village; now that would be true pride.