#tsunade senju x reader smut

[animedaddymilkers]

Kinkmas 2020: Day 11

Prompt: Overstimulation w/ Tsunade

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Overstim, Oral, Fingering, Strap-on, Soft Dom || Characters: Tsunade Senju, Female Reader || read it on ao3 here

"Lady Hokage- Oh, where is Shizune?" You burst into the office with important papers, only questioning how easy it was to enter after you were in the room.

You were met with an indifferent voice, replying to you behind stacks of papers, "I sent her home. She was overtired. I promised I'd stay here but that doesn't mean I have to do anything."

The blonde snickered deviously at the loophole she apparently found and the papers in your hands became heavier, "Well… Maybe you should do something while you're here… with all due respect, m'lady."

"Perhaps you're right, I should do something. Come here, (Y/N). What do you have there?"

You swallowed hard and walked around to the side of her desk so she could see you, "It's unfortunately a few more reports, m'lady."

The disappointment on her face was obvious as she sighed heavily. She took the papers from you, looking over them briefly, "That's all this stupid job is- just paperwork and more paperwork."

"Have you tried making it into a game of sorts? To make it more interesting!"

"A game. Hmm, I haven't thought about it before," she rubbed her chin, mulling over the new idea before grinning, "How about we make it a game right now? Say, every time I make you cum, I'll completely finish one whole report."

As far as you could tell, she wasn't intoxicated, which was surprising and made her words even that more shocking. The proposition seemed to come from out of the blue, but the more you thought about it the more you realized Tsunade may have just been planning this for a while. From time to time you could swear you saw her gaze lingering on you, but brushed it off as you overreacting. It's not like you weren't also interested, hell Tsunade was easily the most attractive woman in the entire village. If someone said otherwise, they were probably lying. You looked at her for a moment, waiting for her to break out laughing and say it was just a joke. But that never came, instead her expression changed slightly to show she was waiting for an answer. You cleared your throat and took in a deep breath before speaking.

"That sounds like a fun game. What do you get out of it though?"

"Hmm, good point. How about-- If you tap out before 15 then I get to take you on a date... and don’t finish any reports?"

True to her reputation, Tsunade was terrible at gambling. Did she really think her taking you out on a date was a loss for you? Still, you were determined to make it to that mark, if not only for Shizune's sake.

"Deal." The single word from you has Tsunade standing up, walking past you and over to the plush couch decorating the side of her office. She sat down, fixing her outfit before looking at you and patting her thick thighs. Not about to back out now, you obeyed and approached her, swinging a leg around hers to sit yourself on her lap. Her hands slid up your hips to your waist, feeling your sides before slipping down to grip your ass. You let out a content sigh and leaned in to kiss her, her soft lips welcoming yours. She was quick to discard your shirt, tossing it onto the floor before also removing your pants. Patience wasn't exactly one of Tsunade's attributes, but you weren't about to complain. Within no time you were stripped completely bare for her, your body being laid down on the couch.

She leaned back for a moment to truly take in the sight of you, fingertips just ghosting over your skin. You shivered slightly when she brushed over your nipples and she tugged on them to further tease you. But she didn’t linger there for long, as her real mission laid lower, her hands feeling down your pelvis to spread your legs apart. The blonde laughed quietly as she saw how wet you were already, but she didn’t say anything because she knew if her pants were off as well then she’d be equally if not more wet. The first orgasm always took the longest to get to so Tsunade was eager to start your little game, two slender fingers slipping inside of you. Your content sigh was all she needed to start slowly pumping them in and out of you, coaxing more juices from your pussy.

The dull stretch in your core felt good and you began to press your hips down to meet her fingers as they pushed back in. Her pace was leisurely and calculated, pressing into you deeply, trying to find your sweet spot. After you nearly begged her, she slid in a third finger, stretching your walls more. The hand that wasn’t thrusting in and out of you slid up from your thigh to lazily rub at your clit, reveling in the soft gasp you let out. Tsunade kissed along your hip bones, leaving sweet love bruises as she went. You played with your nipples, pulling on them to heighten the pleasure that was building. It was pointless to deny yourself the inevitable and when you felt your first orgasm creep up on you, you embraced it wholly, gripping the sides of the couch as you drenched Tsunade’s face in your juices.

“One down, fourteen more to go, think you can make it?”

“Definitely.” Your optimism might have been a bit premature and maybe you would regret those words after a few more orgasms, but you had sheer willpower and determination on your side.

After briefly checking in with you, Tsunade continued her actions, fingers resuming fucking you and not giving you much time to recover. This was most likely going to take all night as it was, so why drag it out? This time though she decided to up the ante and leaned down, allowing her tongue to kitten lick teasingly at your clit. You were already sensitive from the first orgasm and now with her added tongue, your legs shook slightly. Her fingers curled inside of you, drawing a gasp from your lips that made her smirk. In a moment of boldness, you reached down and tangled your fingers into the Hokage's hair, tugging gently. Tsunade would have laughed and teased you if her mouth wasn't full of your pussy at the moment. She flattened her tongue against your clit before sucking on it as her fingers continued to pump in and out of you.

It didn't take long for Tsunade to find your g-spot and once she did you were at her beck and whim. Your second orgasm crashed on you hard and because Tsunade didn't let up it sent you straight into a third orgasm. Sure, the older blonde did want to take you on a date, but she also wanted to see just how far she could push you. That, and she was convinced there was no way you could possibly last to the fifteenth orgasm. She removed her fingers from you and cleaned her hand off, moaning quietly as she licked your juices up. Then she ducked her head back down, tongue sliding in to replace her fingers. It slowly pushed in and out of you as one of her soft fingers rubbed at your sensitive clit. You spasmed at the touch and winced to yourself, really wondering if you could last. Your body was in a constant tight knot now and thanks to Tsunade's relentless tongue. A whine left your lips as you felt yet another orgasm coming on and your legs once again shook around Tsunade's head.

The Fifth Hokage didn't give you a break until after your eighth orgasm and you couldn't thank her enough. Your legs were in a constant state of shaking and your pussy was so sensitive it was just constantly dripping juices. Now, she was sucking and playing with your tits, mildly curious to see if she could coax an orgasm from you with just your tits. Personally, you didn't think it was possible, you always had needed other stimulation in order to fully go over the edge. But, tonight wasn't exactly an ordinary 'cum and we're finished' type of night. No, Tsunade was purposely testing your limits and just what your body could do. Her mouth sucks on your left nipple while her fingers toy with your right, occasionally leaving to massage your entire boob. Your mounds of fat felt heavenly being massaged, to the point you were almost disappointed when her nimble fingers went back to your nipple. She switched sides, the cool air hitting your saliva covered tit and making you shiver. You laid your head back again, closing your eyes as the waves of pleasure kept shocking through you. With every suck you felt it in your core and much to your surprise, after Tsunade sucked particularly hard and twisted the other nipple, you found your toes curling and gasping as you climaxed.

Her mouth parted from your chest and she wiped her mouth with a smirk before leaving the couch. You lifted your head as much as you could to watch her figure saunter over to her desk. Curious as to what she was doing you lifted yourself up before blushing at the sight of the hot pink glitter strap on. In her hand she twirled a bottle of lube around as she came back to the couch. A cocky look on her face, she secured the fake cock around her waist and lubed it up.

"Ready to go for six more, princess?"

You licked your lips out of instinct and nodded before quickly adding a verbal, "Yes please, m'lady."

Tsunade laughed at your response, you looked so fucked out already yet were so desperate for more. Just her touching the insides of your thighs had them shaking again. In all honesty, she probably could have gone in without lube considering how soaking wet you were. Still, she lubed up her fake cock and slowly slid it inside of you. The pressure of being spread apart nearly had you cumming again but you somehow held on. Well, you held on for two more thrusts at least and then you were babbling incoherent pleas and cuss words. Five more. Kami, you only had five more orgasms to go before you could say you won. Granted, you could potentially go past fifteen if you really wanted to drown Tsunade in reports, but at this point that wasn't looking like a feasible prospect.

Tears were running down your face and your chest was heaving, the wet squelch of your abused pussy filling the Hokage's office. Thankfully most of the workers went home, but part of you knew that some poor ANBU member was being forced to watch you get rawed by the Hokage. Maybe that idea just made it all the more fun, after all it sure wasn't bothering Tsunade. Her hips fucked into you at a teasing pace, enough to keep you on the brink of pleasure but not enough to send you over. She kept it up for far too long before she quickened her pace and snapped her hips, reveling in the scream you gave her as you came yet again. Her fake cock didn't stop, quickly hitting your g-spot over and over and immediately sent you into another orgasm. Your pathetic legs couldn't even keep themselves upright, having to be slung over the blonde's shoulders as she fucked you.

Her nimble fingers came down to flick your tortured clit, laughing as it sent your hips spasming. She rubbed it skillfully, content on staring at the absolute fucked out expression on your face.

"Come on, princess, just three more and you win, you can give me three more can't you? Or are you going to tap out on me?"

Tsunade truly was terrible with gambles, if she had been questioning your will instead of praising you and coaxing more orgasm from you, you probably would have tapped out. But instead, she used that ridiculous pet name in that stupidly hypnotic voice of hers. Your mind was blank and your mouth kept making noises but you're not exactly what noises they were. Your mind and body were so far apart from each other at the moment, but you weren't about to complain. Her cock was still fucking in and amount of you, rubbing against your g-spot roughly as her fingers still played with your clit. Tsunade grinned as you shook harder and came on her cock, pressing her fingers into your clit harder. Her pace didn't let up and even though you clawed at the cover on the couch she kept going. She kept going and fucked you right into another orgasm and wasn't about to stop there.

Your whole body was shaking and tensing up as you gasped and whined loudly. The pleasure didn't die down and you let out a wail as you came for the fifthteenth time, your juices squirting out and covering Tsunade's lower stomach and dripping down her thighs. Your vision was blurry and you vaguely remember Tsunade finally pulling out and cleaning you up. Still you whined and wriggled around, body so used to getting fucked that the absence of it was almost painful. Seeing as now you were just left with a throbbing abused body and no pleasure coming with it. For a moment, you thought Tsunade was going to continue and you were going to have to force yourself to form the words to tap out, but she knew you were done in. Instead, she was pressing soft kisses along your still shaking thighs, trailing them up until she met your mouth.

"Look at you, you did so well, princess. You take a nap and I'll get started on my reports. Okay? And when you wake up I'll get us some food." Although she technically lost, Tsunade could barely count this as a loss. And even though this now meant she had reports to finish, she was content in hoping that this wouldn't be just a one time thing. Perhaps she should turn her work into a game more often.

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[dark-konohagakure2]

Hi can you write Teuande and sakura with a young female worker who they like to grop, sexually harrase. And force her to be naked 24/7 around them. Maybe she has clit leash or nipple claps and they always pull her from their like their own dog.

tw: noncon, abuse of power, workplace harassment, degradation, nipple clamps, clit clamps, mild petplay, exhibitionism, manipulation, cunnilingus, age difference

All characters depicted are 18+

Tsunade is very particular about who she allows to be her students. Sakura is her most trusted disciple due to her strength and intelligence, but the Hokage could always use another promising young lady to mold and guide, just not in the ways of medical ninjutsu and taijutsu, instead Tsunade requires someone who can provide something that has been sorely lacking for both women; some entertainment.

Tsunade really knows how to pick them, the kunoichi she picks to train with her and Sakura is a very cute and skilled young lady. Strong, but not strong enough to fight back against the Hokage, not to mention she is a very obedient shinobi. The girl is of course thrilled at the rare opportunity to train with both the Hokage and one of the strongest kunoichi of her own generation, she'd be a fool to turn down such a privilege.

All is well at first, but not for very long. One minute the girl is thanking her Lady for letting her learn underneath the Sannin, the next Tsunade is telling her to remove all her clothes. But not to worry, Tsunade is going to give her a brand new, and much more fitting uniform; a set of nipple clamps and a matching one for her clit. It'll be abundantly clear that she's not here as a student, but as a pet.

Sakura isn't the type to seem like a bully, but she is going to enjoy teasing her underclassmen, enjoying the seniority she has over the new student. The pink haired medical ninja is always looking for an excuse to tug on the clit leash or to tighten the already snug nipple clamps. While not as strict and domineering as Tsunade, Sakura is much more teasing.

"Oh come on! This is just some simple endurance training, hun! So be a good girl and take it before I tell Lady Tsunade how disobedient you've been today."

Tsunade is no better than her student when it comes to being mean to her little student. She'll use her power as both a Sannin and a Kage to force her subordinate to remain naked at all times, even when others are entering the office, Tsunade will even casually play with the young woman's naked body in front of others, this will quickly earn the poor girl quite the reputation, she'll be known throughout the village, and even by a few people in other villages, as Tsunade's obedient little fucktoy.

The humiliation doesn't just stop with the forced nudity and bondage, the two medical nin are very busy women, with Tsunade being the head of the village and Sakura being the head of the medical department, so they need some serious stress relief. It's not rare for the two women to pass her back and forth, forcing her to take turns eating both of them out until they're satisfied, praising her for getting so much better at eating pussy after all her training.

Getting passed around will soon become routine for the poor kunoichi, she'll be used as a reward for any shinobi who does a good job at their missions, she'll mostly be used by those who are close to the two women, such as Shizune and the men of Team 7, her cute body is perfect for boosting the morale of the Leaf jonnin, and it gives the girl the occasional much needed dose of dick, so everyone wins.

Tsunade is still a kind woman however, she's not going to be nothing but cruel to her beloved pet. She'll still be punished if she's a bad girl, bit if she's a very good girl, Tsunade will reward her with affection and pleasure, she'll even occasionally get the girl some gifts, although they aren't always very appreciated...

"You've been very good for me, haven't you? Well I guess that means you get a reward. If you put this collar on then you won't have to worry about me pulling on that cute little clit of yours! Isn't that nice?"

The wannabe medical ninja ended up getting exactly what she's always wanted, albeit in a twisted way. She wanted to be known throughout the entire village, and now she is. Just not for any of her combat of medical abilities...

[dxmmymxmmywrites]

Old Flames

Tsunade Senju x F! reader smut

Warnings: cursing, angst at the beginning, oral sex, scissoring

Very excited to be writing for my bi-awakening queen Tsunade 🥰🥰🥰 love her so much, she needs more content AND appreciation

This is also less smutty than I usually do, so I may come back to this later when life allows to add more to the spicy bits

The sky is dark with the coming storm when you make your walk to the Hokage’s office. It’s the perfect environment to match your inner turmoil, broiling over with too many uncertainties for your liking.

You kept away as long as you could. And honestly, it probably wasn’t the best decision. Now you were just angry with yourself for not coming sooner and so sexually frustrated you could palpably feel your need aching between your legs.

You had done whatever you could in your early days as a Kunoichi. You had always been a little power hungry, but with a desire to actuate positive change in the leaf village. It had led you through to an established reputation as a feared ninja across the Shinobi nations, and along the way you had manage to leave some good behind you.

For some, it had to be hard to imagine you as a naive young woman in your youth. You were hardened by the world quickly, but it didn’t stop you from holding your favorite people very close to your heart.

The new Hokage happened to be one of them. Tsunade Senju.

The two of you had grown up with the same peers, and had observed each other from afar when you were placed in your Genin teams. When you did interact more often, you became quick friends and confidants— two hotheaded and insanely smart girls that were ready to encourage the other to take on the world.

It was a brighter time, before tragedy had shaped you both. Tsunade losing both her brother and promised lover nearly destroyed her, and you did what you could to comfort her when you could.

It became a new way to bond with her teammates, as you all took the time to check in on her, but it would shape your view of Tsunade most.

Despite everything, she still held so many qualities you admired despite losing her faith for some time. She was a damn hard worker, brilliant as ever, and had a kind soul once you got past her shell. It made you weak every time you thought about how you realized your feelings for the first time.

It was a classic case of someone falling head over heels for their best friend. With this of course came the companion cliche of not wanting to ruin your friendship by confessing your love in any way. So you kept your thoughts to yourself as long as you could.

And it was painful. But eventually, they came to a head at the worst possible time— when Tsunade was preparing to leave the village.

Although... the outcome initially was not as bad as it could have been.

You convinced her to delay her exodus for a week. That entire time, the two of you were nearly inseparable. And you fucked like raving animals.

It was a life changing event for you— enough to cement the fact that you, indeed, loved women. But most of all, you loved her.

At some point after an exhausting collection of rounds in bed, you had known your time with her was coming to an end. You couldn’t stop the years even if you tried, because in that moment life sucked and it wasn’t fucking fair that you couldn’t keep anything good in your life.

You had been so tired then, but you have vague memories of her holding you close, and her velvety lips kissing your tears away. It made her absence the next day all the more painful.

She had left at some point in the night when you fell asleep, thought she could never tell you how long she waited in the window before leaving you. You had woken up a love in her unlike any other— and it terrified her. She had lost enough people already in her life, so she followed what her heart told her was the best course of action; leave, before you’re broken again.

It hardened both of you emotionally. Everything was a threat, nothing worth letting down your walls for. While she abandoned her ninja way for years, you clung to yours with everything you had. It might have paid off, but what worth did it have when at home you sat by yourself, when your select companions were away?

You thought of her every night all the same. Sure, you could enjoy others from afar as you once did, but no one was her. No one could ever fill the void she did.

And little did you know, when you least expected it, she would come parading into your life again.

You hadn’t thought Jiraya would be successful in retrieving her, as cynical as it may sound. But then there she was, accepting her role as Hokage before the village in all her fame and glory like she was born to do it. And you had never been so proud, and had never wanted her so badly than how you did in that moment.

Even with the time apart, your reunion was not as horrendously awkward as it could have been. You greeted each other as old friends, and within the week you became one of the honored members of her council. No one bat an eye at this, because you had earned the right to the seat three times over. But Jiraya did grin when Tsunade announced your appointment.

And life went on. It wen on. And on. And on.

And it drove you insane.

Your friendship rekindled in a way you had not expected at all. And she never even mentioned anything regarding your week together before her disappearance.

It pissed you off how unbothered she appeared by it. You bickered like an old married couple and defended each other like the war heroes you were, but goddamn it did you want more validation than a fancy new job where you got to eyeball the woman you had been in love with for most of your life.

So onwards you went to the Hokage’s office. You would settle this, and you would settle it that night if it was the last thing you did.

If anyone notice your darker mood, they steered far out of your path as you travelled. It wasn’t as late as it could have been, so Tsunade would mostly likely still be at work in her office. Later in the day was usually when Shizune could successfully corner her to do paperwork anyway.

Inside the building, you begin to hear the echo of rain from outside.

You take the precaution of knocking on her door with the formal greeting, and she allows you in.

She smirks at you and prepare a remark— but you don’t let her start.

“We need to talk.”

Her expression becomes stern instantly. “What’s wrong? Any threatening reports?”

You cock your head at her, then shake your hands “No, no, this isn’t about work. This is personal.”

She couldn’t have looked more confused if she tried. However, she did remain silent, so you continued with your thoughts. And you locked eyes with her.

“Are we ever going to talk about what happened when you left? At all? Or did it mean nothing to you?”

Her eyes widened, but knowingness came to them. “I didn’t think you would—“

“Whatever you think I just need to hear the truth.”

“I think that—“

“And don’t bullshit me on feelings—“

“Damn it Y/N, shut up!” Tsunade rose from her desk, leaning over it. Her irritated look is intimidating, but you know better.

A quiet moment follows, but your voice betrays you. “I just need to know,” you admit, sounding more defeated than anyone— especially Tsunade— had probably ever heard you sound.

There’s a part of Tsunade that’s fuming at being interrupted so many times, undoubtedly. But some aspect of her fury is doused when she sees how dejected you look on the other side of her desk. She didn’t think she had ever seen you look so small, and like you wanted to curl into yourself.

She never wanted you to make yourself lesser around her. The thought of you being in pain when she fled...

Emotions were swirling within her like a maelstrom.

“Come here,” she commands. She doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t need to.

Anyone else would have gotten a snide remark addressing you like that. But you walk until you’re directly in front of the desk, and she pushes her chair out of the way to stand before you.

When she stands fractions of an inch away from you, your heart rate quickens. The intensity of her expression is almost scalding. But it is not angry.

You open your mouth to speak again, but she breached the gap between you. Both of her hands grasp your face in such a mash of assertiveness and tenderness— but what knocks the breath from your lungs is the powerful kiss.

You wish you could say you responded immediately, but you were so shocked all you could do was tremble. Eventually, you felt her hands slink down to tenderly hold your neck as her tongue slipped past your lips.

Part of you wanted to fight her off. To get the last word in, or have the last snappy response. But you couldn’t fight how badly you wanted her to tighten the grip over your windpipe.

“I have never forgotten you,” she pants when gasping for air. “Not even once.”

She dives in for another kiss, and this time you have no regrets about giving in to it. Her hold around your neck tightens, and she’s upon you in an instant. Years upon years of tension and unsaid affection finally come crashing together in an emotional storm akin to the one outside Tsunade’s doors.

Just as she presses her chest to yours, her tongue slips into your mouth and you can’t help but to groan. However, you’re not one to give in so easily— and neither is she. Your sharp nails run over clothed back enough to give her goosebumps, and she reciprocates by sliding her hands into your hair to firmly tighten her grip. In the moment, it’s almost like neither of you need to breathe— your tongues dance in unison and all you can feel is the building heat in your gut as you melt into the other’s touch.

When you finally do part for air, she grins, devilishly.

“I see you still have a dirty mouth.”

You can’t help but turn red. “Shut up and get on the desk.”

That does catch her attention— it had been a while since anyone had the balls to mouth off to the Hokage. It was sexy as hell... and it made her recount all the reasons she fell for you in the first place.

She does step back to sit on the desk, and you follow after her just as she perches like a cat, eyeing you with ample amusement. Just as you set your hands beside her waist and lean in, she pulls at the wrap of her tunic and opens her strong legs.

“Are you going to stand there Y/N?” She purrs. “Or are you going to actually do something?”

It makes your blood boil, but you can’t help the excitement that comes from wrapping your arms around her again. She melts into your kiss the same way you did with hers, but your head starts to swim when you feel her legs wrap around your middle. Who in their right mind wouldn’t let their hands wander to glide up her thighs, listening to her moan, to firmly squeeze her love handles before returning the love to her ass?

You certainly were not going to waste the opportunity. And an opportunity you make it.

And despite being the one above her as you gently push her down against the desk, you melt into her kiss all the same. You throw one knee onto the desk to steady yourself enough to lovingly stroke her sides as you begin to nip marks into her neck.

It makes the grips her legs have on you all the more constricting. She rolls her hips upwards deliciously into yours, leaning to expose as much of her collarbone to you as possible. Any control at that point is abandoned— you nearly purr as you kiss and suck as much exposed skin as possible.

Who would have thought you would have the chance to hear her lovely voice again, much less her tantalizing moans.

“I think I may be one of the only people alive that can say I’ve knocked one of the Sanin on their backs,” you muster with confidence, and give her a sly grin.

There’s a slight glare from her, but she snorts all the same and chuckles. Tsunade raises forward and takes your lips with hers once more, pushing you to climb all the way on top or the desk.

Neither of you can fight the passion between you any longer. Your gasps and moans become louder, and the two of you begin to strip between feverish kisses and gropes. And not a single ounce of self control remains between you when Tsunade peels your underwear down your legs.

It’s like a volt of electricity goes through your body when she unabashedly spreads your legs and licks a stripe up your wet cunt. Her searing gaze locks with yours as she moves her mouth, and your eyes roll backwards when she plunges her tongue directly into your core.

It makes you squeal but she holds your thighs in place as you shake— and there was no way in hell you were getting out of her grasp. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

Her tongue swivels inside you and laps at your insides, stoking every ounce of pleasure out of you that you could think to feel. She remains as unashamed as ever, relishing in the wet noises of your arousal as she begins to thumb your clit and slurp your building orgasm.

You chant her name over and over as she tastes you— ravished you— but in an instant you tap her three times with your pointer finger. Your old signal to stop during sex makes her pause, not just to respect your boundaries. It feels odd to remember an old habit again.

She looks to you for an answer, and you order a smile. “I don’t want this to end yet.”

She grins, but before Tsunade can counter your remark you offer her a hand to pull her up to you. Quickly, you wrap your legs around her middle and shift your weight, putting her beneath you (despite having to save her from nearly falling off the desk.)

Who knows how many people would give their all to be in your position, crawling over the fifth Hokage, trailing your tongue up from her center. Tsunade looks just as pleased, watching you navigate her skin with a hunger you’ve only ever seen her display at war.

And a hunger she proves when she locks her tongue with yours again.

Your bodies writhe against each other with the most tantalizing friction, and you can feel her legs begin to quiver. “Y/n,” she starts, and trails away.

There’s not much you can imagine she would want to say in this moment. “What?” You ask her.

And she smiles at you. The genuine smile you fell for over and over again in your youth, and the one that lingered in your head for years on end.

“I love you. But hurry it up.”

It’s as close to endearing as she would be willing to get, but it still makes the heat in your face reappear. And it ignites the final fuse in your cunt.

You reach to hold the back of her head gently, just as she licks your bottom lip. She practically purrs your name when you put one of your knees beside her waist, and ease to lay your other leg flat.

It’s like electricity across your skin when you finally get to move against her this way. The two of your bare, sloppy cunts squelching together as you both bucked into the other.

You had to touch her everywhere. You could feel the tingle in your spine, and the insatiable desire to lick her and massage her breasts. She was everything you had every wanted, and everything you had ever wanted to fight for.

The gods themselves would have to pry you away from her now.

[honeybeedrabble]

can i get a tsunade x fem!reader pretty please

perhaps reader is orochimaru’s experiments and tsunade has to help heal and maybe some other stuff too

I AM SO HAPPY I FINALLY GOT A TSUNADE REQUEST !!!

18+ MDNI !!

Warnings: lady tsunade x AFAB!reader, praise (good girl, etc.), hospital sex, oral (f receiving lol), scissoring, breast licking, fingering, brief mention of squirting, abusive orochimaru, mentions of bruises, naïve/sheltered reader, implied age gap (reader is early 20s tsunade is early 50s-late 40s) lmk if i missed anything !!

You remember a lot of your life in a test tube, barely any human interaction except with Orochimaru- who you aren’t even sure you can count as human. It was just another day to you, trying out different tests to see if your regenerative cells were enough to sustain the infinite life your creator wished to have. He was your creator, your father and yet you despised him with all your being. Your sole purpose was to get beaten daily to test your cells. Your father was obsessed with this delusion of surviving infinitely and you were just a means to an end.

You don’t remember much from the fight, just a lot of commotion and soon after you were knocked out cold from god knows what. You could barely open your eyes before you slipped away, but what you watched was your father abandon you for his great escape. You cursed him silently, before slipping away into the darkness of unconsciousness.

You laid in your hospital bed, opening your eyes slowly. As your blurred vision focused, you looked down to your abdomen, a blue-green hue illuminating your core. A pair of hands were clasped on top of you. You followed the arms up you saw the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. She had blonde hair and gorgeous brown eyes that were narrowed into a focused, stoic face. She noticed you staring and looked at you through her lashes, your heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, thank goodness. You’re awake.” She huffed, the glowing mass dimming down until it died out.

“Are you an angel?” You asked, assuming you were dead. She blushed, eyes widening before returning back to your wound and focusing her chakra through your abused skin.

“No, but you’re very sweet,” she said with a smile. “I’m your doctor, I’m here to make you feel better.” She returned her soft hands to your abdomen, the icy-hot feeling of her healing chakra giving off an entirely different sensation to your core. You felt your body heat up everywhere, not used to the feeling of anyone other than yourself healing you.

“Feels… so good,” you trailed off, a slight moan escaping your lips as your body slightly writhed under her care. The woman blushed again, watching you squirm underneath her and she stopped working to place a hand on your chest and gently push you down on the bed.

“What’s your name, miss?” You asked, a weak hand coming to rest on top of hers.

“My name is Tsunade…” She answered, she removed her hand from your chest with yours falling off.

“Tsunade… your name is almost as beautiful as you are. I only say ‘almost’ because I can’t think of anything else that can compare to you.” You confessed. Her cheeks darken to a deeper red, and she placed her hand on your forehead, clearing the hair away from your face. You looked deeply into her eyes, the flush on her face making your heart swell.

“You didn’t get much interaction with others, did you?” she stifled a laugh. You blush, looking away embarrassed.

“No… I’m sorry if I’ve crossed any lines.”

“No-no! Honesty is a good quality. It makes you dependable… something we all need.” Tsunade smiled at you, running her hand down your face and titling your chin towards her.

Her hand trailed up to cup your cheek, smiling at you with adoration in her eyes. You put your hand on the back of her hand and held it softly to your face. Her eyes shined bright as you turned your head and pressed a kiss into her palm.

She slowly climbed on top of you, caressing your cheek as your hands came to grab at each of her thighs. Her thumb traced a bruise against your under eye, you winced slightly.

“Tell me where it hurts, darling,” She whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips. You could feel her hands working on your face as her lips collided into yours, suddenly the bruise under your eye stopped hurting and all you could focus on was kissing back. Your hips lifted on their own and Tsunade smirked, breaking the kiss.

“So needy… aren’t we, honey?” She teased, slowly inching in to bite your lower lip and release it before kissing you quickly again. You whimpered, placing your hand on the back of her head to get more leverage. Tsunades hand ran down your face and along your ribs, you felt your body go electric as her hands slid further down.

“Oh angel, you’re going to have to be a good little patient if you want my help, okay?” She teased, tracing circles along your stomach with her pointer.

“Yes doctor,” you nodded fervently. She smirked, inching further down the bed to where her her face was aligned with your stomach. She kissed right below your belly button, her pink lipstick staining your skin and your legs opened all on their own.

“Already so obedient, so easy…” Her tongue emerges from past her plump lips and licks a stripe down to your waistband. You moan, feeling the pool of want in your panties making itself present. You arched your back and gripped the bed sheets. “And so sensitive too… I bet it doesn’t take much, does it?”

“N-no doctor,” you stammered, breathing heavily in pure lust. Tsunade hummed in amusement.

“Well then, I might as well take my time.” She gripped your waistband and tugged it down to your ankles, your panties coming down with them. You kicked off the clothing and they landed on the ground with a thump.

Tsunade sat up, shrugging off her green cardigan and discarding it along with your pants. She unzipped her pants and then dove back down to your glistening cunt.

“Oh, darling. Already so wet for me, aren’t you a good girl?” Her praise made you even wetter, and you felt your face go hot. Tsunades face got closer to your pussy and you held your breath until her tongue made its way across your slick folds, you exhaled with a shaky moan.

Tsunade gripped your thighs down with her hands as she ran her hot tongue down your folds and back up to your clit. She flicked your sensitive bud and you bucked your hips up with a loud whine, unable to keep yourself controlled. She smirked, holding your thighs down harder as her tongue went to town on your sloppy cunt.

“Ngh- so good,” you whined as she sucked on your pussy, running her tongue back down to your weeping hole to gather your slick back up to your clit.

“I know, darling and you’re doing so good. You taste so sweet too,” She breathed, letting go of on of your thighs to dip her hand into her pants and rub circles along her own clit through her panties. She moaned against your cunt, her lips placing a kiss on your inner thigh before attacking your sensitive pussy again.

“Darling, you’re going to need to be good for me. So I need to stay still for me, okay?” She asked, staring back up at you. You nod, and bring your hands to your shaky thighs, holding them down flat.

“Good girl,” she removes her hand from your thigh then rubs a finger along your pussy and you sigh, clenching around nothing. “Oh I see, you already know, don’t you sweetheart?” Tsunade teases, pressing two fingers against your hole.

“P-Please Tsunade… I need you,” you beg, eyes tearing up in anticipation.

“I hear you,” her fingers plunge themselves into you and you clench at their arrival, moaning deeply as they push through your tight walls.

She resumes eating you out agonizingly slow as her fingers curl against your spongy walls, squelching as you feel your juices run down her hand. You try to keep your thighs and hips down with all your strength, your chest heaving as you look down at her pleasuring you with her tongue.

Tsunade moans as she ruts into her hand, fingering you with the other as she soaks her own panties. She speeds up her fingers inside of you as she loses her patience and eat you out as if she were starved. You gripped the bed sheets tightly and unleash a symphony of moans and gasps, quivering under Tsunades touch as you came around her fingers hard. Your whole body felt hot as she sucked and licked at your poor folds, focusing on your clit. Your face felt impossibly hotter as you twiched in agonizing ecstasy. She moaned as your pussy gushed hot juices down her chin and she lapped you for all you had.

You felt your clit twitch as you laid down on the bed, Tsunade took your shirt off of you and your tits came out. She kissed your breasts and ran her tongue along your areola, occasionally licking your sensitive nipple and sucking it into her mouth as you squirmed underneath her.

“You did such a good job, but I didn’t finish yet sweetheart. You’re going to have to keep up with me because I’m not going to be easy on you.” She kisses you and you taste your juices on her lips, her tongue breaking through and into your mouth as it swirled around, coating your mouth with your own flavor.

She broke the kiss and pulled down her pants, sliding them off completely and tossing them to the ground. She placed a hand on your chest and pushed you down on your back, kneeling in front of you withher knees at each side of your head. She looked down at you with a smug grin.

“Care to help me?” She asked, looking down at her lacy panties. You nodded, easing yourself up and biting down on her waistband, pulling her underwear down to her knees as you sank lower back onto your pillow.

Her pussy was as wet as yours and you lifted yourself up to lick at her folds. She let out a shaky exhale then pinched the waistband and ditched her underwear too. She maneuvered her way to your thighs. You lay down on your side and she grabbed your leg and lifted it over her shoulder, nestling her cunt dangerously close to yours before grinding against you with a deep sigh. You whimpered, feeling her heat against yours and the obscenely wet squelches filled the room. Her soft cunt nestled into yours was too good, you pathetically started to grind back against her.

“You like that?” She asked, her wet clit grinding right against yours. The circular movement of her hips had you breathing impossibly deeper, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

“I can tell,” she laughed lightly.

As she rode your pussy, your combined juices leaked down her thigh and onto yours. Her cunt was hot and wet pressed against yours, each buck of her hips sent a shiver down your spine and you could feel yourself coming undone yet again. Tsunades sighs became heavier, her grip on your thighs tighter and her pace was unrelating. Her stamina had nothing to do with her age, as she fucked you with all her energy on the hospital bed you lay in.

“Please… Please let me cum doctor,” you mewled. You sat up and she wrapped her arms around your head, clutching you to her tits. Your leg fell of her shoulder and instead wrapped itself around her waist. You stuck your tongue out and wrapped your lips around her hard nipples. She moaned as you licked her breasts, her hips swaying back and forth.

“Oh, you’re so good darling. Keep doing that, you’re such a good girl,” she moaned, her hips stuttering against yours. You moaned deep into her cleavage, drooling all over her tits as you came against her pussy. You felt yourself get impossibly wetter, pleasure shooting out of you and against the princess infront of you.

“Ahh- yeah baby, come on me… Just like I’m going to all over that pretty pussy of yours.” The slippery feeling of her cunt against yours made her grip your hair tightly, holding on for dear life as her own pleasure consumed her.

“Oh sweetheart, you feel so good-“ she cried, her hips messily bucking against yours as she gripped your hair even tighter.

You maneuvered your hand to your pussy, spreading your slippery lips open so she could ride you until her legs buckled underneath her. Then she crashed onto the bed next to you with a sigh.

Your both lay on the bed intertwined, catching your breaths. She stroked your hair softly as she held you to her chest. Tsunade tilted your head towards her, thoroughly examining your face.

“Your face… you’re so much more beautiful when you’re not covered in bruises,” she softly spoke, placing a kiss under your eye. You exhaled softly, closing your eyes and laying there in post-nut content.

“Tell me everything you know about him. That bad man will never touch you again.”

A/N: TWO FICS IN ONE WEEK?!??!! y’all are getting well fed enjoy !!

[correctingstupidbitch]

This is your reminder that if you claim to be a Neji fan yet deny Neji being abused and exploited by hinata,you are a dumb fuck.

hinata is the same slave owner hiashi is and is equally guilty and responsible for Neji’s sufferings.

one doodle for you,,,

[dreamingofaizawa]

Fixing Broken Glass

Itachi Uchiha x AFAB! Chubby! Reader

Hurt/Comfort

***18+ warning. No smut but it gets mildly suggestive***

Warnings: Brief psychological torture (kinda), improper use of genjutsu, arranged marriage, hints at biting/marking, lmk if I missed anything relevant

Word Count: 6.1k

Author's Note: Idk man, I got Itachi in the brain I guess? Wtf even possessed me to do this? Why not just pure smut? Why no smut at all? IDK MAN IM IN A MOOD I GUESS????? MORE hurt/comfort. MORE trauma responses, MOOOOREEE. After the Bazz-B fic this was just...BAM right there, y'know? Fuck me ig. I'm a sucker for the "fix what you broke" shit

ANYWAY HAVE FUN~

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He’s supposed to be cold. Stone cold. A killer without a heart, soul, or emotions. He’s supposed to be able to torture enemies and eliminate adversaries without blinking an eye. He’s not supposed to feel a sharp clench in the space his heart left empty. He’s not supposed to feel what’s left of his soul shatter like glass. Especially since he’s the one that’s done this, and he’d done it just as easily as he would in any mission for the Anbu. 

Except this time it’s you on the receiving end of his genjutsu.

You, his now wife. The woman he’d been arranged to marry ten years ago to save his entire clan from extinction, granddaughter of the second hokage Tobirama Senju, cousin to Tsunade one of the legendary Sannin. Truthfully, he never liked you. He hadn’t even known you existed until he’d been betrothed to you, and even then he hadn’t met you until this morning, when you knocked on the door to the house you two had been gifted by Lord Third for the marriage. You aren’t even a ninja. No training or chakra control, just an ordinary Hidden Leaf civilian. He despised you for one reason and one reason only: you were the only gateway he had to saving his clan from genocide at his own hands. But that wasn’t your choice, and it’s no reason for him to have done this.

—

There’s so much noise. It won’t stop. Make it stop, please!

“Itachi please! Make it stop, Itachi! I’m sorry!” You can barely even hear yourself screaming over the noise in your head. There’s too many shrill sounds, too many of your own screams but they aren’t really yours, they’re all the fake screams he’s concocted in your head, all in your voice. It hurts. Your head is pounding, your eyes hurt from crying, your throat is dry and sore and your chest is burning. If you could hear your real voice you’d know you were losing it. You’ve been screaming for what feels like hours. Itachi knows it’s only been about 45 seconds, but it’s the longest and most horrific 45 seconds of your entire life. Your entire body is trembling where you sit, curled up against the wall on the floor with your hands clamped over your ears like it helped at all. And the worst part is that even squeezing your eyes shut doesn’t keep you from seeing those blood red sharingan. Hundreds of pairs, all glaring down at you with such hate and malice and rage. 

Then, suddenly, you could hear yourself. Your real self. Your voice was nearly gone, cracking and broken and not nearly as loud as your mind was just moments ago. And then it was quiet. You could feel your heartbeat all the way through to the tips of your fingers and toes, and the pressure in your head feels like your skull is about to split in two. It takes you a moment to work up the courage to pry your eyes open, and when they finally refocus you immediately regret it. Because all you can see are those eyes. He’s staring at you from where he stands, less than two strides away, unblinking. But as much as you regret looking, you can’t close your eyes. Because then you won’t know where he is, and that is somehow more terrifying than seeing him there before you.

He moves. You panic.

You scramble against the wall, crawling sideways as far as you can get until you've backed yourself into a corner, and your only option is to curl into yourself and beg him not to hurt you again. He’d stopped moving the instant you panicked, staring down at you with an expression you don’t care to decipher. To your shock he actually takes a step back, his hands coming up to show you his palms in what might be an attempt to show you he means no harm. Too little, too late. He’s given you a wide berth, having returned to the couch he’d been sitting on, and you take the opportunity to run. As fast as you can, past the couch and down the hallway, into the bedroom and locking the door behind you. Even with the door between you and Itachi, you take the thick duvet and bunker down in the walk-in closet, wrapping yourself in the blanket and leaning into the corner. You cry until you fall asleep, and even then your dreams are haunted by nightmares.

—

What has he done? He watched you sprint by and only barely managed to keep himself from running after you. He could have caught you before you’d locked yourself in there, easily could have grabbed you before you got to the hallway and explained that he didn’t mean to hurt you like that. Oh, but he did. He meant to activate his sharingan, and he allowed his anger at the system, the hokage, and his clan to cloud his judgement. You were never meant to take the brunt end of that type of genjutsu, your fragile civilian mind is not trained to handle it. He knew that, and he still unleashed it on you without hesitation. There is no excuse for what he’d just put you through. The worst part of it all is that he regrets it. He feels awful, he feels like his soul is being torn like fabric, like his heart’s being strangled by a live wire hooked up to a lightning rod in a thunderstorm.

He can hear your sniffling, muffled through the walls and doors. His fine tuned, heavily trained ears can pick up the way your body is trembling up against the wall. He listens until you pass out, and listens when you whimper and cry in your sleep. It hurts him, more than he cares to admit. Every whine sends a pang through his body, makes his fists clench and his jaw tighten. He’s beating himself up, rightfully, over the mess he’s made. You didn’t deserve it, any of it.

—

A knock jolts you from your shallow nightmare-riddled slumber. You’d woken up several times from the horrible dreams alone, and you have no idea what time it is from your spot in the pitch black closet. Another knock reaches your ears, softer than you expect but the noise is sharp and rattles you to your core. You know who’s on the other side, and you don’t want to face him. Another knock, this time even softer. Like he’s giving up. 

“I’m not leaving. I’m going to wait for you to come out. I promise I won’t do it again. Never again.” His voice sounds tired, like he hasn’t slept at all. You can’t help but feel sorry for him, clearly he regrets it. But you’re still afraid, and you can’t bring yourself to respond to him. There’s a thud, then a louder thud, and he speaks again.

“I’m sitting outside the door.” Then silence. Your heart rushes in your ears. You’re stuck in here until you decide to talk to him. What feels like hours go by as your brain works overtime, debating whether or not to go and face what he has to say or just figure out a way to break out of the bedroom window without being detected. Surely he can break down the door or just pick the lock faster than you can escape. He was Anbu after all. You’re prey, cornered by an elite predator. If you had any choice at the ripe age of thirteen, you’d have refused the marriage arrangement. But you’re stuck here, and you might as well rip the band-aid off, so despite how hard you’re shaking you peel yourself off the floor and open the closet, crawl over to the bedroom door and wait kneeling in front of it. Whatever he has to say, he can say it through the barrier.

“You didn’t deserve it.” You jump when he speaks. His voice sends a chill down your spine. 

“You didn’t deserve any of it. I won’t feed you excuses about not knowing what I was doing, because I did. I knew it would hurt you, and I knew how badly it would hurt. I know you’re a civilian, you can’t handle a genjutsu like that.” None of this is helping. The more he talks the more you fear him. He knew exactly what he was doing by setting that blood gaze on your mind.

“I allowed my hatred and anger toward Lord Third and my clan, and my frustration toward our situation, to cloud my judgement and control my actions. For that, I sincerely apologize.” An apology? That’s…unexpected. Not unwelcome, though it does very little to make you feel any better.

“I am also sorry for using any kind of jutsu on you, no matter the circumstances. It was wrong, dangerous, and abusive as a husband.” Husband. That’s right, this man is supposed to be your husband now. Supposed to be. You reach over and toy with the ring on your finger, twisting it and tugging the smooth band. It’s a simple ring, no engravings or stones, just a plain white gold band. It still shines, no wear or tear having afflicted the soft metal yet. It’s tempting to remove the damned thing. 

“I don’t expect your forgiveness. I don’t deserve it.” He’s right, you muse. Right now, he doesn’t deserve even this much of your attention. But it would seem he wants to crawl his way to redemption.

“But if you ever let me, I want to earn your forgiveness. Earn your grace.” He’s silent after that. He doesn’t seem to move, and you can’t tell if he’s waiting for a response. You aren’t sure if you can respond, your voice may be completely shot. Not that you know what to say. You want to curse him out, call him every degrading name you can remember for the Uchiha that your father had picked up from your grandfather. You can remember having an argument with him every time he’d used one, you hated the way he treated that clan. This clan. Your clan now, apparently. 

Movement snaps you from your memories as Itachi stands, and a piece of your brain panics for something, anything, to say to him before he walks off. Despite all that’s happened in the last presumed 24 hours, despite his mistreatment of you, despite the agony he’s put you through, you want to forgive him. He meant it, but you want to believe he desperately wants to take it all back. Even if just to save the marriage, to save his clan, you want to believe he wouldn’t have done it, given the chance to go back in time. So, despite every nerve in your body and every fiber of your being, you reach up and unlock the door. The handle is cold, and you crawl backward on your knees as you allow the door to swing open toward you. The hinges are silent, and the low thud as the door hits the wall feels like a thunder clap.

You can see his feet, turned toward you. He’s looking at you. You can’t look at him. You’re frozen in place. Now that you can see him, you don’t know what you were going to say, and you can barely even think. Your heart is racing again, your body trembling as you stare hard at the fabric of his pants that gathers at his ankles. You flinch when he takes a tentative step toward you, but you remain in place. Another step, another flinch, another step. He’s getting closer, you’re shaking harder, you’re breathing faster. Don’t move. Be strong. You squeeze your eyes shut tight when he kneels before you, matching your pose. The risk of seeing those eyes is far too great to keep your own open.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” It’s almost funny, and you almost crack the tiniest smile. But it’s bittersweet. A scream crawls up your throat suddenly, voice broken and hoarse, when you feel a hand grab your shoulder. Your eyes are open again, focused solely on that hand that’s now floating mere inches away from your body. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His voice has dropped in volume dramatically, nearly a whisper. It’s hard to swallow around the dry lump in your throat, but when you manage, you turn your eyes toward him, not daring to look above his collar. 

“I shouldn’t have grabbed you.” His hands move, slowly, palms up and outstretched toward you. 

“You need water. And food. Let me take care of you, like I should have been.” You hate that he’s right, again. You do need water, and food, and he should have been taking care of you from the beginning. As much as you don’t want to, you take the offer being presented to you, reaching out and placing your shaking hands in his open palms. His fingers are warm where they wrap gingerly around your own, tugging you gentle but firm to stand with him. Your knees are weakened after so long crouching and kneeling, and when you try to stand your legs collapse beneath you. A shattered gasp makes its way out of your lungs, but the impact from the ground never comes. Instead you’re leaning up against a strong, solid chest, a similarly strong arm wrapped tight around your waist. You hate the fact that you like how it feels, being held by the very man that less than a day ago had you screaming in fear and agony. 

“Are you alright?” The words are tender, quiet against the shell of your ear. It sends goosebumps over your flesh. Words fail you, all you can manage is a nod as you get your feet beneath you and attempt to stand once again. He supports you still as you gain your balance and the arm around your waist only loosens, a large hand nestling into the dip of your waist. The touch feels too familiar, too affectionate. Your own hands are clenched tight on his shoulders, and you still can’t look him in the face.

“I-” your voice cracks, and you clear your throat, “I’m okay.” Still hoarse, but not as bad as you’d expected. When he moves he takes you with him, slowly guiding you to the dining table where he pulls a seat and sits you down. You’re left there as he disappears into the kitchen, and you can hear him shuffling around as he does whatever it is he’s doing.

—

When you’d fallen into his arms he felt a tightness in his chest, one he hasn’t felt in a very long time. You’d locked yourself in the closet, having to put two barriers between you to feel any semblance of safety in the house you were never supposed to feel threatened in. He knows you can’t look him in the eyes. He’d be lying to himself if he said it didn’t sadden him, but he has no room to feel sad about something he’d done. But your eyes, oh your eyes, they’re so red and swollen. Your nose rubbed raw, your lips and cheeks puffed from the crying. Your poor voice is almost completely gone, and all he can hear in the silence as he prepares you a cup of soothing tea are your screams. Those screams are going to haunt his nightmares for days. 

He’s done so much worse to people, and yet here he is feeling extreme guilt and sadness for what he’d done to you. He doesn’t know what it is about you that he’s so attached to. All he knows is that when he held you, he felt warmth in his belly. You’re so soft, so fragile in his hold. After having scarred you so badly, all he ever wants to do is protect you. When he peeks around the corner to check on you he feels that tight squeeze in his chest again. You look ghastly. Your eyes are blank, staring at the table unblinking and unmoving, save for the slight tremble that still wracks your limbs. Deep bags have settled beneath your eyes from both the poor sleep and the stress and trauma that is gnawing its way through your body. Fresh tears fall down your cheeks, and he fights the urge to run over and hold you tight to his chest. It would only scare you more. 

He finishes the tea quickly, then puts some leftover soup on the stove to warm. He makes his footsteps audible on purpose, lets the teacup clink against the dish so you know he’s coming even if you aren’t fully there. Somewhere in your subconscious, you’ll hear him coming and be less alarmed when he’s in your space. He doesn’t comment when you jump as he places the cup down in front of you, and you blink hard to get the tears out of your eyes to see properly. A tiny, weak ‘thank you’ is croaked out. Slowly, he kneels beside you, reaching up even slower toward your face. Every time you flinch back he halts his movements, he wants you to be able to trust him again, if you even trusted him in the first place. Eventually, his fingers touch your cheeks. They’re hot and inflamed as he gently wipes your tears with his thumbs, cradling your face. You still can’t look at him, but he can hardly blame you for that. 

“You don’t need to thank me, sweet girl.” He surprised himself with the pet name, but he can’t say he hates it. He seems to have surprised you too, you’ve stopped shaking for a moment. He doesn’t want to, but he pulls away from you, fighting the sudden urge he has to press a kiss to your temple. It’s not something he’s ever had the urge to do for anyone before, except for his baby brother. He can’t dwell on it too long. There’s soup on the stove, after all. 

—

You’re still blinking away your shock as he disappears back into the kitchen. A pet name was the last thing you’d expected from him. His fingers were so gentle, a stark contrast to how cold he was the first time you’d met in this very house. Even before he’d set his genjutsu on you, his demeanor was less than savory. He clearly wasn’t happy with the arrangement, but now it seems he’s flipped a coin. From what you’ve heard about him, this behavior is unlike him. He’s known for his stint in the Anbu, known for being cold and cruel to his allies and much, much worse to his enemies. 

You never imagined you could be considered an enemy.

You’d tried to be civil when you arrived. When he answered the door he was snippy and his words were clipped. Any of your questions to try to get to know him were met with one-word answers or complete silence. Any attempts to start civil conversation were met with irritation and more silence. Then, when you began getting sick of the cold shoulder from the man you’re supposed to be married to, you’d tried to explain that being friendly with each other would be best. Somehow, somewhere in that interaction, you became a threat. 

It’s hard to suppress your scream when Itachi’s hand ends up on your shoulder again. He’s sitting beside you now, a steaming bowl of what smells like miso soup sitting on the table in front of you. When did he have the time to make it? You don’t get much time to dwell on the thought, though. To your shock, Itachi grabs the spoon and lifts it slowly toward your lips.

“Blow. It’s hot.” It’s gentle, the way he says it, but firm. The finality in his voice leaves little room for argument. So, you do as he says, blowing on the soup gently. 

“Open.” You do, dropping your mouth open for Itachi to slip the spoonful past your lips. It tastes good, savory and salty and warm. It’s doing wonders for your throat, since you hadn’t touched your tea. Itachi noticed, of course, and after a few more spoonfuls the soup is pushed aside. He takes your hands in his, tenderly wrapping your fingers around the warm cup. Gently, he lifts the cup with your hands, urging you to take a sip.

“It’s chamomile, with mint and honey. And lemon.” You blink, turning to look in his direction. You can see his adam's apple bob as he swallows, like he’s nervous.

“It’ll help your throat.” If you weren’t still scared to upset him, you might laugh at how he sounds like a schoolboy talking to his crush for the first time.

“Thank you.” Even though part of you fears the man, an equal part of you recognizes he’s trying. Trying to take care of you. Trying to make it better, somehow. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hated him. Part of you might, if you thought about it too long and hard, but despite the pain he’s caused you want this to work out. Desperately, you want to be able to move past this and be able to look at him again. Because now, seeing that he does have a tender side, you want to be able to receive all that he has to offer, without being deathly afraid of him. But before anything else, you need to know why. 

“Itachi?” His body goes rigid, you can see the stiffness in his shoulders and the way his fingers grip the fabric of his pants. 

“Yes?” He sounds nervous, which is just a little ironic.

“Why did you do it? What did I do?” All the tension in his body dissipates instantly, and is replaced by what seems to be shock. He’s off his chair and kneeling beside you on the floor, both his hands tugging your own to rest in your lap.

“You didn’t do anything. Nothing you did warranted what I unleashed on you, sweet thing. I did it because I allowed my anger and frustration to dictate my actions. I took out all of my negative feelings on you, simply because you were the one that's been locked into this marriage with me.” That…actually sounds like a normal thing for people to do, when they’re frustrated and overwhelmed. Though he’s far from normal.

“So, it’s not my fault?” You can’t control the way you flinch when he reaches up toward your face, but when you calm your racing heart you allow him to cup your jaw in his palm. It’s warm, and strong, and the longer you focus on the feeling the calmer your heart beats.

“Of course not, sweetheart. None of it was your fault, and it wasn’t fair to you. This is on me. Don’t blame yourself.” Sweetheart. He must be trying desperately to save this marriage. Even if it’s not entirely for you, you’re glad he’s trying. His thumb is brushing across your cheek gently, the rough calluses scratching softly against your skin. It’s comforting, soothing, in a way you can’t quite explain. But you lean into his hold anyway, and reach up to hold his hand in your own. 

“I’m so deeply sorry for what I’ve done. It never should have happened. It shouldn’t have even been a consideration. All of my trained discipline, all of my logic, leapt out the window yesterday morning.” He sounds sincere, you have no doubt he truly is sorry. Regret is hard to miss. Maybe, in time, you can forgive him. 

“Thank you for that, Itachi.” His thumb presses into your bottom lip, tugging it gently as he swipes across it.

“Don’t thank me, sweetheart. Not until you can feel safe looking at me again.”

“I didn’t realize you cared at all.” It’s a little more vindictive than you meant it to be, a little more venomous. It’s sharper than you intended.

“I do care. I care a great deal, actually.” It’s hard to believe, after everything is said and done.

“Why? Why do you care so much? When we first met you didn’t even want to speak to me, let alone acknowledge our marriage.” His hand on your jaw slips down to your neck, massaging the muscle joining it to your shoulder.

“I know. And for that, too, I’m sorry. I care because I’m supposed to care. Because I hurt you, and I need to heal you. And because when I realized exactly what I’d done, when I saw you curled up in that corner…My heart began to beat in my chest again. And it tried to suffocate itself at the sight of you.” You can only blink at his confession. What exactly is he trying to say?

“Seeing you hurt caused me pain. I hadn’t even known you for an hour yet, but in that moment I realized I never want to see you hurt ever again, and the fact that I was the cause for all of your pain made me feel like I wanted to curl up and die.” Swallowing around the lump in your throat is hard, but you manage.

“Itachi, what exactly are you telling me?” You lean back when he leans forward, but he doesn’t stop until his forehead is pressed to yours, your eyes squeeze shut to keep from seeing his.

“I’m saying that I care deeply for you, out of more than just obligation. I care about your well being, I care about your safety, and I care about you. And I hurt you, and I need to help you heal from that because being the root cause of your own personal hell is killing me inside. Knowing that I hurt you so profoundly that you can’t even look at me without fearing me is eating me alive. You deserve better. I want to be better, for you.” The silence that draws between you is strange, heavy but not thick or pressured. He leans closer, his nose nestling side by side with yours, and you can just barely feel his breath on your lips.

“I’ve never been in love, not deeply, and I can’t say that I love you. But I think I may come to love you. All of this is brand new to me, and I’ve spoiled it all. Even worse, I’ve spoiled it for you in a way that may be irreparable. I’ve ruined it so thoroughly that you feel in danger in your own home. Nothing can fix that, nothing can fully take away your pain and fear.” His voice is beginning to tremble, the grip he has on your hand tightening. It’s only been a day since the incident, and part of you still fears him immensely. But now, hearing these things, hearing just how heavily the regret lies on his shoulders, a large part of you wants to heal.

“Itachi?” 

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You promised earlier, through the door, that you’d never…you know.” Your head is nudged around as he nods.

“Never. Never again.” Healing has to start somewhere, right?

“Hold on to me. Tight.” He complies, after you feel his brows pinch together in confusion. With your heart in your throat, you force your eyes up to his face. Slowly, you drag your gaze up his features, your hands beginning to tremble. The hand on your neck comes back up to cup your jaw, holding you in place as you stare hard at his lips.

“Don’t force yourself to do this. You don’t have to try right now.” You grip his wrist, blink away some of the panic that tries to crawl over every one of your nerves. 

“I want to.” 

“Are you sure? You don’t have to, really. Not yet. It’s barely been a full 24 hours, you don’t need to push yourself so soon.” It’s strange how terrified he sounds. Still, he’s holding onto you, and if you don’t try this now you might not try it ever.

“I’m sure. Just…I need to try. For both of us.” His jaw clenches, even while he nods, and you take your time pulling your gaze up his face. You can see them, his eyes, in the edges of your sight. They aren’t red without the sharingan active. That blood red haunts you. But the cool, pitch black that gazes at you now is almost calming. Almost. You have to repeat over and over in your head that he promised he wouldn’t, and the closer you actually get to his eyes the more you begin to concentrate on his physical features. There are tiny, barely-there scars littering the skin on his face. No doubt from years ago, possibly from when he first started his ninja training. You force your eyes to follow the slope of his nose, all the way to his lower lash line. The bottom lashes alone are enough to make any girl jealous, but that afterthought vanishes quickly. 

Then you actually look. Directly into those dark eyes of his, back and forth between left and right. You can only hold his gaze for so long before your body wants you to stop. Your breathing becomes ragged, and your vision begins to tunnel, and somehow Itachi catches you before you do and squeezes his eyes shut tight. With his eyes shut suddenly you feel like you can breathe again, and the longer you look at him like this the more you realize just how gorgeous he is. It should be a crime how handsome he is, and his hair just looks so soft. When you try to pull a hand out of his, his grip tightens just like you’d asked him to. So you hold one hand tight and pull his other hand to rest on your thigh, transferring his grip effectively to your leg. Somewhere in the interaction his brows creased his forehead, and you reach up and press your thumb into the wrinkled skin, rubbing circles to relax the muscles. 

“Are you alright?” His voice shakes just a little, his hands squeezing and releasing the parts of you he’s holding in increments like it’s a stress relief mechanism. His throat bobs as he swallows, and you nod until you remember his eyes are closed.

“Y-yes, yes I’m okay now.” Gently, slowly, you let your thumb trace along his eyebrow and down his temple to his cheekbone, feeling his skin beneath your fingertips. Your gaze drifts down to his lips, your thumb follows, tracing the line of his lower lip. The corner of his mouth twitches upward, fighting the urge to smile.

“Do you like what you see?” Beneath the tease is an undercurrent of fear, his nerves coming to peek through the words. It’s hard to come to terms with the fact that he cares about what you think of him. Part of you doesn’t want to answer the question.

“You’re prettier than I expected.” It slips out, unfiltered, and you freeze as you fully process what you’ve just said. You’re about to apologize when his lips pull into a wide smile and a laugh bubbles up out of his chest. It’s so warm, the way he lights up, like a little piece of sunshine. If you’d seen this side of him first, you think you may have fallen in love instantaneously. 

“I’m supposed to be the one calling you pretty. But thank you.” Mildly shocked, you stare down at him.

“You think I’m pretty?” His lashes flutter, and you prepare yourself to see his eyes once again. When they finally open your breath is stolen by the softness, by the adoration in his gaze.

“You’re beautiful.” 

—

Beautiful. Even the way you look in this moment, eyes and lips puffy from crying, nose rubbed raw, cheeks swollen and tears staining your skin. You’re gorgeous. You’re real, and raw, exposed and vulnerable and the most captivating creature on Earth. He regrets not seeing you before, not acknowledging you and backing you into an impossibly tiny corner. Oh, the things he’d do to turn back time and take it all back. Maybe then you wouldn’t hate the way his eyes are always so sharp and calculating, maybe you’d be able to gaze into his soul for longer than ten seconds without trembling and breaking down completely. 

“If I weren’t so hostile, maybe I’d have been able to express just how attractive I find you to be. Even while I was being awful and inconsiderate and aggressive, the first thing I’d thought at the sight of you was that you’re the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. I hated that thought. Hated how I’d made you to be a hindrance in my mind only to find you enchanting.” In the midst of his spiel your eyes had fallen away from his, but that’s okay. He’ll wait as long as you need. But he is still Itachi, after all, and those eyes of his pick up the way your chest stutters with your hitched breath at his praise. You’re looking down at your lap, now, not because of fear but because you’re suddenly shy at the flattery. He can tell the difference. He loves that he can, loves knowing that despite his mistreatment of you, you’re still capable of feeling positive emotions for him. He watches, carefully, the way you chew on the inside of your bottom lip as discreetly as you can manage, before you take a breath and half-shrug.

“I’m nothing special, Itachi. I’m no ninja.” He hums, the sentiment not lost on him. Sure, you’re not a ninja, but that doesn’t make you any less pretty.

—

His fingertips are warm where they squeeze into the flesh of your thigh, little shapes being drawn. From your peripheral you can only just see his eyes drag over you, watch his head tilt back and forth.

“I wasn’t aware one needed to be a ninja to be considered pretty.” That’s…oh for goodness sake.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He should know, at least. All the women nin are gorgeous. Fit, badass and always a combination of the best genes. All of which you’re not. You haven’t trained your whole life to become a ninja. You don’t have toned muscles or sharp senses, nor the reflexes or stamina or physical anything they possess. Not that you care, with him. Not at all. You don’t care what he thinks. Definitely not.

“Well the only other conclusion I can come to is that you believe I’m lying. Tell me, my dear wife…” His head leans forward to rest on the pudge of your stomach, and you gasp when sharp teeth nip through the fabric of your shirt.

“Am I lying when I say I love how soft you are? When I tell you how desperate I am to grab your hips and watch your plush flesh spill between my fingers, am I dishonest? Or when I say that in just the last few minutes I’ve imagined leaving bites along the pouch of your belly and thighs, sucking on the softest parts of your body and laying claim?” Holy shit. You tremble as he speaks, the nearly predatory gaze he sets on you making your head spin even though you don’t even look. Heat pools in your belly, and your thighs squish together ever so slightly. His hand squeezing your thigh tells you he knows the effect he has on you.

“I’m no liar, my sweet little wife.” He releases your hand, bringing both to your knees and gently prying them apart to slide himself between. Your chest stutters as he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your stomach, just below your breasts, peppering kisses along the pudge there until he simply rests his weight on your thighs. You don’t know what to do with your hands, and you’re still stunlocked when hot fingers slip beneath your shirt and dig gentle shapes into the skin of your waist.

“I find you incredibly tempting, sweet girl, in more ways than one.” He moves once again, pulling away only to stand and tilt your jaw with a hooked finger beneath your chin, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“Do you think you can look at me, sweetheart?” Yeah, maybe you can. So you do, slowly pull your eyes up to meet his, once again shocked by the emotion there. But the adoration sits in limbo beneath the heated lust.

“Do try not to insult my wife again, pretty thing. Just because you’re not in the same physical shape a ninja is, does not make you any less desirable.” 

After the last 24 hours, after the agony and pain, then the stark juxtaposition of being cared for, one thing becomes abundantly clear: You have Itachi Uchiha wrapped around your little finger.And maybe, just maybe, knowing he'd rather launch himself into the sun than bring you any more harm, you’ll be able to heal, instead of piece shambles of yourself together like shards of broken glass.

[katsuyuswritings]

— ᕦ kei ᕤ —

a lonely writer who has a few friends. asking for mutuals, also an employed attorney and has no social life 💗

— MALE — genshin, naruto, saiki k, chainsaw man, stardust destiny (oc)

male; aether, dainslief, kaeya, diluc, albedo, venti, bennett, razor, mika, zhongli, chongyun, xingqiu, xiao, baizhu, tartaglia, itto, gorou, kazuha, heizou, ayato, thoma, alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno, capitano, dottore, pantalone, scaramouche/wanderer, lyney, neuvillette, freminet, wriosthley

naruto uzumaki/namikaze, sasuke uchiha, kakashi hatake, iruka umino, kotetsu, izumo, asuma sarutobi, sai yamanaka, shikamaru nara, choji akamichi, aburame shino, kiba inuzuka, kankuro, gaara, itachi uchiha, kisame, sasori, deidara, kakuzu, hidan, orochimaru, kabuto, jiraiya, minato namikaze, neji hyuga, zetsu, zabuza, haku yuki, suigetsu, juuga, maito gai, boruto uzumaki, mitsuki

saiki kusuo, kaidou shun, aren kuboyasu, toritsuka reita, nendou riki, hairo kineshi, makoto teruhashi

denji, aki, angel devil, shark devil (that's literally all)

aifuyo hime/yuzuki, renyue yuzuki, kōhaku hayashi, eijiro yuzuki, aoi hime, anh hyu, eugene hyu, feng xiang

— FEMALE — genshin, naruto, saiki k, chainsaw man, stardust destiny (oc)

female: amber, fischl, noelle, mona, jean, lisa, eula, klee, barbara, xiangling, xinyan, yunjin, ganyu, keqing, shenhe, ningguang, beidou, qiqi, yaoyao, kuki, kujou sara, yae miko, raiden ei/shogun, raiden makoto, kokomi, ayaka, sayu, yoimiya, faruzan, layla, nilou, dori, dehya, candace, dunyarzad, focalors, navia, lynette, yuelin, tsaritsa, la signora, sandrone, arlecchino, columbina, raiden makoto

sakura haruno/uchiha, hinata hyuga/uzumaki, karin uzumaki, konan, kurenai sarutobi, hanabi hyuga, ino yamanaka, tsunade senju, temari nara, tenten, anko mitarashi, kushina uzumaki/namikaze, guren (mommy), himawari uzumaki, sarada uchiha

kokomi teruhashi, chiyo yumehara/teruhashi, kuriko/kusuko saiki, aiura mikoto, rifuta imu, mera chisato

power, makima, yuro, himeno

katsuyu yuzuki/hime, chiyo hime, shinkkami ayakemi-sanjin (teiko), kohari hayashi, mina noshiro, maikka yue, yan xiang

— ᕤ can request ᕦ —

smut, suggestive, angst and fluff

aged up characters smut/suggestive

child!reader x parent!character or vise versa

song related storyline

ships and oc x reader

— ᕦ can't request ᕤ —

minor character smut

oc x canon (I have my reasons)

weird shit like armpit kink and others (I don't wanna name them 😨)

Also I know most of y'all are minors... You can't hide from me

[correctingstupidbitch]

imagine a Sasuke fans who denies Danzo & Hiruzen & Konoha Elders being guilty in committing genocide of Uchiha clan—this is what this cunt is,but for Neji.

Anyway,the doodles are garbage.

hinata,hanabi,hiashi are all slave owners and are all equally guilty. hinata exploited and used Neji as her slave all his life.

[wooobuddyletsgetnasty]

kinktober 2021 👻

DAY 6:

EXHIBITIONISM w/ TSUNADE (put ur tits in my face u beautiful bitch)

⚠️: oral (Tsunade receiving)

you weren’t sure where your head was— well actually— you took that back. your head was currently between tsunade’s thighs.

to rephrase— you didn’t know what you were thinking. you talked a big game, that was for sure, and you definitely didn’t expect her to take you up on your offer so quickly— especially in an alleyway, where anyone could see you giving head to the Hokage.

your hands gripped tighter at her, parting her legs further— mouth suckling harder at her clit— suction not stopping until she cried out for you— hips rocking into your face until it felt like you might suffocate.

“shh..” you hushed her softly from beneath her dress— tongue lapping a full line across her cunt, “you don’t want us to get caught.”

you felt it before you heard it— and you couldn’t help your own whine at the sound of her laugh— mocking you almost.

“you’re the one speaking so loud.” the change in her tone matched by a roll of her hips against your face.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it.. we won’t get caught— and if we do, then it’s your fault. i would suggest you make me come quick— since you’re so worried.”

your mouth parted wider in response— sucking at her lips— pulling more arousal from her sweet center.

she was right— you needed to work fast.

[correctingstupidbitch]

Being a hinata fan and Neji fan is like being Danzo and Hiruzen and Konoha Elders while also being Sasuke,Itachi and generally Uchiha fan—impossible.

You are not a Neji fan,you are a dumb bitch who uses Neji to fetishize gay men in your drawings.

hinata is a slave owner who abused and exploited Neji all his life,treating him like nothing more,but her slave.

hinata fans trying to picture hinata as a victim in order to white wash her from being a canon slave owner is hilarious and never works because in manga hinata was never abused,had a perfect comfortable and luxurious life with hiashi always covering her ass.

Hinata doodle

[actuallysaiyan]

My Girl(Sannin NSFW headcanons)

word count: 0.9k warnings: smut, being shared by the sannin, face riding, slight jealousy, mentions of virginity loss, lots of smuttiness, mentions of drinking. summary: after the war, the sannin came back feeling all kinds of different ways. this is the headcanons for that. pairings: Tsunade Senju x Fem!Reader, Orochimaru x Fem!Reader and Jiraiya x Fem!Reader

The war left Tsunade feeling so cold and lost. She’s a bit of a greedy and selfish lover, but she never leaves you unsatisfied.

She likes to show up late at night and is super drunk. She’s loud and brash, and makes lots of noise when she knocks on your window.

Tsunade loves to take her time riding your face. She will greedily grind against you until she is absolutely shaking.

She moans loudly as her third orgasm washes over her. You’re practically suffocating between her thighs, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Out of your sannin lovers, Tsunade is easily the greediest. You think it’s because she’s so afraid of losing someone else. She’s afraid to lose you. You are someone she finds so much comfort in. She couldn’t even bear the thought of losing you just like losing so many others before.

She doesn’t care about sharing with her two partners. No, that doesn’t matter to her when all she wants to do is fuck the pain away. She shudders as the final waves wash over her, rendering her into a numb mush of a human being.  She slowly comes down from her high and climbs off of you. You take a deep breath and let yourself get as much air as possible. Tsunade  chuckles as she settles on the bed next to you.

“Thanks. I needed that.”

You kiss her softly and she moans at the taste of herself on your lips. It doesn’t take too long before these kisses become heated. Eventually, she’s kissing a sloppy trail down your body. She parts your thighs and smirks at you. Her fingers part your folds, collecting the juices on her digits. She can’t believe how wet you got just from letting her ride your face.

“So wet from just letting me use that pretty mouth of yours.”

You blush at her words. She’s always had that effect on you. And you think to yourself, that she probably always will.

Orochimaru comes back from the war with an even bigger need for love. He wants to feel connected to someone else. He longs to feel love.

He’ll be overprotective and possessive, but he enjoys spoiling you as well. He doesn’t like when someone tries to mess with his lover.

Long lovemaking sessions are his favorites. He will spend hours just rutting into you, his heavy balls slapping against you. 

Orochimaru buries his face in the crook of your neck. He doesn’t want you to see the tears in his eyes. When he first met you, he thought so little of you. He found it revolting that his two teammates wanted to share a lover between the three of them. But as he got to know you, he found that your softness was the exact thing he truly needed. He was drawn in by your kind heart and he became addicted to having you around all the time.

He loves being so deep inside of you. Your silky walls pulse and clench around him so tightly, making him whine in a louder pitched voice than usual. Something that he would be so mortified if anyone found out about it. The way you moan his name just drives him crazy too. It sounds like a song written just for him. Orochimaru isn’t sure that he could continue being such a bad person with you in his life.

“Love you so much, Oro’.” You always coo the sweetest things to him. And he’s so sure that you must be saying these to the others, but he likes to pretend it’s for him only.

He grunts softly as you clench around him. He wants to tell you to keep your mouth shut to not give him hope, but he loves the sweet words you give him. It’s the only time he’ll truly hear it. He knows you’re in love with all three of them.

“I love you too,”

Jiraiya came back from the war hornier! He has lost his virginity, and his love for sex has grown even more than the last time you saw him.

He’s the one who suggested that the three of them share you. He knows that they all have softness for you, and he adores you to bits.

He was your first. Jiraiya took your virginity in a very sweet and romantic way. He loves to dote on you a lot.

“Come on, baby.” Jiraiya moans, “cum again for daddy.”

You moan as he pounds himself into you. His cock rubbing up against your sweet spot over and over again has you reeling. You’ve already cum so many times tonight, but Jiraiya is on a mission. He wants to prove himself to be a very good lover. You iust think it’s funny that he wants to prove that to you every time you have sex. He has your legs pinned against your chest, and he’s plowing into you with such vigor that the headboard of the bed slams against the wall with every thrust.

“Your poor neighbors, baby. They must hate me.” Jiraiya jokes before leaning in to nip at your neck.

A happy sigh falls from your lips as he finally bites down on the tender flesh. Jiraiya enjoys marking you up. He doesn’t care that he shares you with his teammates, they can mark you up all they want. But as far as anyone is concerned, you pretty much belong to Jiraiya. He claimed you first, and he will take you from the others if it comes to it.

His thumb comes to rub your clit in sloppy circles, and that sends you over the edge. Jiraiya thrusts into you harder with every wave of your orgasm, and you drench the sheets in your juices.

“That’s my good girl.”

[actuallysaiyan]

oh god I've waited so long for your requests to open - Can I request Naruto characters of your choice - with a S/O who is addicted to getting pregnant? They constantly want to be filled with cum and want as much babies as possible! Who handles this the best?

Word count: 1, 559 Pairings: Orochimaru x Reader, Jiraiya x Reader, Itachi Uchiha x Reader, Sasuke Uchiha x Reader and Hashirama Senju x Reader Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, pregnancy, slight dub con, slight lactation kink

Orochimaru absolutely adores you. You are a dream come true. The more filled with his cum you are, the more subservient and loving you become towards him.

At first you were his student, but as time went on, you realized you couldn’t hold back any longer. You need to act on your feelings.

You surprise him with your insatiable appetite for sex and cum. Orochimaru was prepared for you to be prissy, but he realizes his mistake.

He keeps you in a comfortable room all day where you barely have to do anything. He just loves the idea of being able to keep you safe but also he knows everything you do.

Every night he pumps you full of cum for hours. He hopes you get pregnant, because he wants you to give him an heir.

This happens so quickly and Orochimaru is the person who delivers the baby. He allows you some time to heal from it.

But once again, you are completely insatiable. You need his cum. You love the thought of being pregnant with another one of his children.

This becomes an addicting cycle as Orochimaru continues to impregnate you. You become addicted to the way he treats you when you are pregnant and how your body fills out in the best way possible.

You are the perfect candidate for this little experiment. Orochimaru gets to fuck you in all the deprived and desperate ways he’s always wanted to, and he gets to have as many children as he wants.

This literally goes so well with his daddy kink. He’s going to spoil you and make sure you take every drop of his cum. There’s no other way of going about it.

You both met at a bar one night, and as you continued dating, Jiraiya realized how much you loved sex just as much as he did.

He ended up moving you into his apartment and trying to stay within Konoha most of the time with you. You had an insatiable appetite for sex and cum and you often wanted to fuck multiple times a day.

As soon as you called him daddy during sex the first, Jiraiya loses his mind. He goes completely feral and fucks you so hard. He’s got your ankles on his shoulders as he pounds himself deeply inside of you.

Every night since then, he’s pumped you full of cum. You are insatiable. You need to be fucked to sleep and Jiraiya found that out so long ago and he’s always been good with his dedication to you.

It doesn’t take too much time before you are round and pregnant. Jiraiya hires a maid and a caretaker to take care of things while he works on his novel and you stay at home, pregnant and happy.

Jiraiya gets Tsunade to help deliver the baby and Jiraiya allows you the time you need to heal from the birth. At first you are happy and excited about motherhood, and then you slowly gain your insatiable appetite.

He’d be stupid if he didn’t fuck you into submission once more and pump you full of cum. Jiraiya keeps you nice and full and you are always pregnant. Nothing excites you more than the thought of giving Jiraiya another beautiful baby to add to your family.

He loves fucking you to induce labor and he just enjoys how much you do love having a big family. You’re voracious sexual appetite is only fed into by Jiraiya’s need and want to fuck you all of the time.

At first, your relationship was innocent and sweet. He was your childhood crush and your parents decided it was a great idea to set you up.

Ever since you got married to Itachi, things have changed. Nothing is innocent or pure anymore. You show your slutty side of things and beg Itachi to impregnate you.

He’s a little shocked at first, but he grows to love pumping you full of cum. Every night, he fucks you to sleep. He loves having his cock buried deep within your pussy, no matter the time of day.

Lots of cockwarming with you just milking his cock by clenching your walls around him and riding him so slowly and so gently. Itachi cums so much if you do this with him.

Everyone is so excited for you to consummate the marriage and have a baby, but little do they know that you and Itachi are fucking like rabbits.

He breeds you. He’s got the biggest breeding kink in the family and he will literally have you begging him for his cum so that you get pregnant.

When it finally happens, Itachi is so damn happy about it. You continue to fuck a lot throughout the pregnancy, as you are just so damn horny for him all of the time.

With his head between your thighs and his fingers in your tight cunt, Itachi makes you cum so much. He loves to prep you and get you all wet from multiple orgasms while you’re pregnant. You cum even easier when you are fat and bulging with his child.

When the day finally comes, Itachi has the family doctor help deliver the baby. Itachi is so proud of you and he loves being a father, but it doesn’t take long before he’s pumping you full of more cum, hoping to impregnate you once more.

Sasuke cannot stand you for the longest time. He was so sure he’d never grow up to even remotely like you.

But when he came home from his long journey of atonement, he found himself to be lonely. Sakura had moved on and married someone else, and Sasuke realized that he couldn’t love her the way she wanted him to. This is where you come in.

He reunites with you at a bar one night and Sasuke finds himself pleasantly surprised. You’ve grown up and you are so damn sexy. You bring him home that night and show him what he’s been missing.

Sasuke’s breeding kink becomes stronger as the relationship continues. The more you show him the insatiable side of you, the more he wants to breed you.

He’ll have you sore and unable to walk for days after he pumps you full of cum. It takes a lot to tire him out, but you sure know how to exhaust him.

He wants to get you pregnant so bad, but he also feels guilty because he wants to leave the village again. He decides not to leave and instead he marries you.

Your first child comes along so quickly after that. Sasuke keeps you at home, tending to the house and child...ahem children. You will continue to have yourself bred.

You want his cock every night. You will not be able to sleep unless Sasuke makes you cum and fills you with his hot semen. You whine for it almost all day.

Sasuke knows how to keep you subservient and at his beck and call. You will literally do anything to have him fuck you. You are a good little housewife.

He never thought he’d be into this sort of thing, but when he was reminded that he was the leader of his clan and that their numbers had been decimated in the wars, he understands he needs to find a wife that will want to bear children.

When he meets you, he’s a little overwhelmed by your forwardness. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by how sexually positive you are. It makes him so hard when you say things like “I want to be pumped full of your cum, Lord Hokage.”

That’s right, he’s also the hokage. He needs a proper family and you are the woman he’s going to breed. The Senjus might not have the same breeding kink as the Uchiha, but they do have a very strong inclination to start families quickly.

Hashirama loves how you beg for his cock and his cum. He picks you as his wife and marries you quickly, hoping to fill you up and have you fat and pregnant in no time.

Every night, Hashirama fucks you for hours. He lets go of his frustrations and he uses your hole as he pleases. He’s never harsh or mean, but he can be firm with you in bed. He’ll hold you down as he pounds himself into you.

It doesn’t take long at all for you to become pregnant. You are round and fat and Hashirama has handmaidens to take care of you all the time. You enjoy being pregnant and everyone thinks you are absolutely glowing.

The birth is hard and you go past your due date. Hashirama fucks you to induce labor and you both enjoy fucking for days as you both anticipate the birth of your child. When the day finally comes, you are in a lot of pain.

Hashirama is a very proud father. He dotes on you and your child often, and he lets you heal. You enjoy raising your child...but something snaps in you after a while.

You become insatiable again and Hashirama is more than happy to breed you. He keeps you fat and happy, full of cum and pregnant. He’ll fuck you for hours while your tits are still producing milk and he just sucks on your tits.

[actuallysaiyan]

Hotter Than Hell(Jiraiya x Reader)

Word count: 2,917 Pairings: Jiraiya x Reader Warnings: Virginity loss, smut, creampies, drinking... Summary: Y/n has been in love with Jiraiya for a long time, but she doesn't think he even notices her. When they meet up in a bar together, Jiraiya tells her that he's a virgin. What ensues is some very serious sensuality.

For years, you trained hard. It was just so strenuous, but when you had a rival like Tsunade Senju, you had to become the best. And still, with all your training, you found yourself never good enough to beat her. She was always three steps ahead of you, and you were always going to be less than her.

This hurt in so many ways, but the place that it hit you the hardest was in love. You were absolutely in love with Jiraiya, and yet he would never look at you. He was infatuated with Tsunade, and because you weren’t as good as her or better, he was never going to even give you any attention.

You were bitter for some time about it, but once you turned 18 and moved out of your parents house, you started to let it go. It just wasn’t as important to you anymore. You had other things to worry about now.

You’re sitting in the bar one night, and you’re just enjoying your drink. It’s not very packed in here and it’s exactly the right kind of crowd to keep your buzz going strong. That’s when Jiraiya walks in. He’s by himself. When he looks at the pretty waitresses, you can feel yourself become that bitter person again.

It surprises you when he sits right next to you in your booth. He gives you his iconic smile, and you try hard not to blush. You haven’t been this close to him ever. He’s so warm and so big...and your mind is wandering all of a sudden.

“Hey, nice to see you!” He greets you.

“Hi Jiraiya, how’ve you been?” you ask as you take another drink of your sake.

“Hmmm, I’ve been alright. I haven’t seen you in so long, where have you been hiding?” he’s being a tease right now, but you’re not really sure how to take it.

“I’ve been pretty busy. I didn’t suspect someone like you to care about the things I get into,” you tease right back. Jiraiya chuckles.

“And where would you get an idea like that? You do know I’m very interested in the doings of pretty ladies such as yourself,” Jiraiya thinks himself a flirt. It comes out very sleazy, but you’re still eating it up.

“You think I’m pretty?” you ask as you finish up your drink.

Jiraiya places his hand on your knee, testing the waters. He’s used to women slapping him and walking away, but when you don’t, he’s enjoying himself. He’s been watching you from afar for a long time now.

“More than pretty,” he says before he gets up abruptly. You’re a little confused at this point.

“How about I buy us a round of shots and then maybe a bottle of sake to share? You know, as good friends!” Jiraiya suggests and you blush.

“Good friends? Jiraiya, you barely talk to me. I wouldn’t really consider us that---” but he doesn’t let you finish.

“Shhh, this is going to be fun!” he walks over to the bar, and you can’t help but check him out.

Has he always been this damn sexy? I can’t believe this is truly happening!

By the time Jiraiya has returned with the drinks, you’re fantasizing about the things you could do with such a big man. You’re guessing that he probably has a huge cock.

“So, Jiraiya…” you say, taking one of the shots and downing it.

“Mmm, I do like the way you say my name,” Jiraiya teases again, but he doesn’t let you say anything else. He just shoves another shot your way.

You down that one too, letting the alcohol go straight to your head. If you were buzzed when he got here, you were on the path of being drunk very shortly. You giggle when he downs his shot too, and he winks at you.

The rest of the night is spent by you and Jiraiya nursing the bottle of sake and just chatting like you were lifelong friends. You find Jiraiya is very easy to talk to, and very fun to look at. He’s absolutely gorgeous, and you are very jealous of Tsunade. You know she’s not interested in him, but she has all of his attention.

“I have a confession,” you mutter slowly, and Jiraiya leans in closer.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” he asks, and you can feel his hot breath on your face. He smells like sake.

“I uhm...I’ve got a crush on you,” you say, laughing.

“What a coincidence, I’ve got a crush on you too.”

This makes you blush, but Jiraiya takes the opportunity to kiss you. It’s clumsy and sloppy, but it has your heart racing. You’re starting to think that Jiraiya might be all talk and no walk, but you don’t want to just assume things. Surely, he’s lost his virginity to somebody by now.

With his tongue in your mouth and his hand on your inner thigh, you’re starting to really feel aroused. He smells really good, he’s so warm and you just want to ride him. You move your hand to his pants to palm him under the table, and Jiraiya jumps back.

“What? Did I hurt you?” you ask, blushing.

“No, I just...I…” Jiraiya can’t find the words to explain it to you. You’re worried you might have moved too quickly, but you were sure you were reading his signals clearly.

He’s got a pained look on his face. He’s not sure how to explain this to you, and it’s mostly because he’s ashamed of this fact about himself.

“I’m going to pay the tab, okay?” Jiraiya finally says, and all you can do is nod.

You watch him get up and walk over to the bar. You’re not sure what to do, and you’re wondering if you’ve done something wrong. You were sure that the two of you were both wanting this, but now you didn’t think it could be possible.

When Jiraiya returns, he’s got a bit of a frown on his face. He’s not really sure how to tell you about his predicament. He just hopes you won’t hate him when you leave the bar.

“So, what now?” you ask cautiously. Jiraiya chuckles nervously.

“Want to go for a walk and get some fresh air?” He asks, and you nod.

You both head outside and Jiraiya leads the way towards a small field. You’re trying not to hold his hand, but you so desperately want to feel his touch again.

“You wanna tell me what’s up?” you ask, hoping he’ll finally open up.

“Y/n, I’m a virgin.”

There’s a bit of a silence, and you just start laughing. You feel horrible for laughing, but honestly, if that’s what he was worried about, he had nothing to be worried about.

Jiraiya crosses his arms over his chest, and he’s looking at you with a menacing glance. Finally, you stop laughing and look at him with a sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry for laughing, I just thought I had hurt you or something when we were in the bar. I don’t care that you’re a virgin, Jiraiya.” You explain to him.

His face softens when he hears you explain yourself. He was so worried that you wouldn’t like him anymore if you knew he was still a virgin.

“C’mon, let’s go have some coffee at my place and sober up. How does that sound?” You ask, hoping this might go somewhere further.

Jiraiya smirks at you, “Coffee eh? I know what that means,”

You smack his chest lightly as you lead him towards your apartment. Jiraiya follows you along, smiling widely. He knows he’s going to get lucky tonight and hopefully lose his virginity.

You allow him inside of your apartment when you finally get the door unlocked. Jiraiya isn’t surprised by the decor whatsoever. You were always someone who appreciated different things than most people.

“Make yourself at home,” you tell him as you walk down the hall to your bedroom. “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.”

Jiraiya laughs when he hears you say this. He sits on your couch and waits for you to return. His jaw nearly drops when he sees you wearing these sexy little cotton shorts and a v-neck tank top. His cock is becoming harder as you slowly walk over to him.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer,” you tease as you walk over to the kitchen.

You start to grab some stuff to make some coffee, and Jiraiya walks over to you. His hands are on your hips while you spoon out some ground up coffee into the percolator.

“You look so fucking good,” his voice is gruff as he grinds his cock into your ass.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you tease once more, and Jiraiya just groans.

“You’re going to kill me.”

You turn to face him, smirking slightly. “Ahh, I sure hope not. You’ll die a virgin before I can fuck you,”

Both of you blush at this declaration, but Jiraiya takes this as an opportunity to kiss you. It’s less sloppy this time, and he’s taking his time to explore your mouth. You can’t help but grind against him, holding him close to you.

When he pulls away, there’s a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Jiraiya is panting and he’s looking at you with heavy lidded eyes. He’s entranced by you.

“Wanna take this into the bedroom and forgo the coffee?” you ask as he leans in for another kiss.

Jiraiya kisses you roughly, and with his large hands, he picks you up easily. You wrap your legs around him, allowing him to bring you both into the bedroom.

He lays you on the bed, while he starts to remove his shirt. You can’t help but bite your lip while you watch him undress. Jiraiya is so well toned, and his scar just makes everything so much sexier. You know how he got it, but that doesn’t bother you at all. Jiraiya is sexy to you, and that’s all that matters.

“Come here,” you beckon with your finger, and Jiraiya climbs on top of you.

He’s kissing you again, and you can feel your head whirl from all the lusting and wanting. You’re very wet and you just need some relief. Jiraiya pulls away from you and he starts kissing your neck.

“Can I take off your shirt?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

You nod and lift your arms so that he can remove your tank top. He’s in complete awe when he sees your tits. They are so perfect to him. His mouth goes dry as he tosses the shirt aside.

“You like what you see, Jiraiya?” you ask him, pulling him back down for a passionate kiss.

“Oh...fuck yes!” Jiraiya moans as you bite down on his bottom lip.

You bat your eyelashes at him as you grab his hand. You lead it to your tits, and Jiraiya finally snaps out of his trance. He begins kneading your breasts and he leans down to suck on your nipples.

You’re moaning underneath him, and you can feel the stickiness between your thighs growing. You’re really aroused now, and you just want him to fuck you. Yet, you know it’s important that you show him the ropes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters against your skin as he continues to kiss and suck the soft skin of your breasts.

You run your fingers through his long white hair, and you continue to grind up against him. Jiraiya is following your lead, hoping you won’t notice his lack of experience too much. So far, he’s been doing very good for a virgin.

“Have you ever gone down on a girl before, Jiraiya?” you ask him out of the blue.

He looks up from his spot on your breasts and blushes. He looks pretty flustered by this question, and you feel a little guilty about asking it.

“No,” he says. You smile at him.

“I can show you how I like it,” you tell him and he’s suddenly very eager.

His long fingers run down your abdomen, making you shiver. Finally, he peels off your shorts to find that you aren’t wearing any underwear. Jiraiya is practically drooling when he sees your glistening cunt.

Jiraiya starts kissing your inner thighs and when he smells your arousal, his cock twitches. You give him a nod to continue, and he slowly licks your pussy. He moans when he tastes your juices. He’s instantly hooked.

“You taste really good,” he says as he starts lapping at your pussy. He holds your thighs apart as he continues to taste you.

“That feels fucking good,” you tell him, tugging on his hair a little. He’s a natural at this.

His tongue swirls against your clit as you try your best not to buck into his face. His cock is straining against his pants, and he’s just rutting against your bed to relieve some of the pleasure.

With Jiraiya’s tongue lapping at your cunt and his moans making the best vibrations against your clit, you reach the edge so soon. You’re not sure if it’s the excitement of it being Jiraiya’s first time or the fact that it’s your long time crush eating you out, but you cum hard.

“Fuck yes!” You whine as you tug on Jiraiya’s white locks.

He doesn’t let up, and instead he continues his pace. You’re panting and moaning, bucking up against him. Jiraiya is fucking loving every second of this.

Finally, he stops licking and he sits up between your knees. You watch him while you get your breathing under control. He smirks as he leans in to kiss you chastely.

“How was that for my first time?” he asks in a cocky tone.

“Pretty good,” you tell him. His ego is very flattered right now.

Jiraiya takes a moment to remove the rest of his clothing, and it’s your turn to be in awe. His cock is huge. You’re a little worried it’s going to stretch you out.

“I didn’t expect you to be packing that,” you tell him as he climbs back on top of you.

“What can I say? I’ve been blessed with not only good looks but also a huge cock,” he’s becoming a bit too cocky, but you know you love him regardless.

You just give him a kiss while he uses his cockhead to tease your cunt. You’re grinding up against him, but you stop him for a second.

“Don’t you want me to return the favor? I give pretty good head,” you say, flattering your own ego.

Jiraiya laughs, “I’m sure you do. But I’d like to get to the main act if I could,”

You give him another kiss, and you spread your legs for him. He grips your thighs and pulls you closer to him and he watches you for any signs of regret.

“Did you want me to get a condom or?” Jiraiya asks, looking around the room.

“Don’t worry. I’m on birth control,” you explain, and Jiraiya groans.

“Fuck baby, you really are going to kill me.”

He teases you a few more times with his fat cockhead, making you moan when it rubs up against your clit...then he slides into your slick entrance.

With one thrust, Jiraiya is all the way in you. He’s trying his best to keep his breathing under control. It’s hot, wet and it’s squeezing his cock. He’s not sure how long he can actually last like this.

“Fuck…” he mutters as he pulls out almost completely. Then he slams himself back in.

“Oh fuck yes!” You moan, coaxing him to continue.

He grabs your legs and wraps them around himself. It’s so much deeper this way. He starts up a fast but gentle pace, and he can’t help but nuzzle his face in your breasts as he fucks you.

“I’m gonna cum...I’m gonna fucking cum!” Jiraiya mutters against your skin.

You thrust up against him, making his orgasm that much more intense. Jiraiya cries out loudly as he begins to throb deep inside of you. He’s trembling and whining as he paints your insides white.

Jiraiya holds you closely as his orgasm subsides. He’s panting as his cock stops throbbing and you’re looking at him with lots of love in your eyes. You just hope that his first time was everything he hoped it would be.

“How was I?” he asks, still panting.

“Well, not too bad,” you tease as he frowns. “We’ll need to practice a bit more,”

Jiraiya perks up when he hears you say this, “Practice huh? Does this mean you wanna do this again?”

You kiss him once more, “I did say I have a crush on you, didn’t I?”

Jiraiya pulls out and wraps his arm around you, pulling you really close. He’s feeling a little vulnerable right now. He kisses your shoulder and neck as you slowly feel yourself falling asleep.

“I think I love you,” you mutter.

“I know I love you, y/n. I’m sorry I haven’t always shown you the attention you deserve, but I always thought you were way out of my league.” Jiraiya explains.

You roll over and give him a passionate kiss, “You were always in my league.”

The two of you cuddle in your bed and fall asleep together. The two of you are very happy to have finally confessed to each other.