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Red Hood in Position

Based on this post

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I do not "draft", I do not "edit", I do not "proofread", I do not "beta". I WRITE. And if I don't like it, I take a break for 2 years

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virgin who doesn’t know he has to actually put his cock inside. so he rubs against your wetness, crying out how good it feels to fuck you until he accidentally thrusts inside, and cums the second he slams himself to the hilt.

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congratulations on the milestone!!!! many more coming soon obvi cause ur the best 💯

for the job fair I'm asking for bartender!tomura with professional club dancer!reader so like playful coworker pining things

can be smau or written whatever's calling u

CHEFS KISS THANK YOUUU ily ily i remember seeing a club dancer for the first time a couple months ago and i was so mesmerized you already knowwww im gonna be channeling her into y/n

bartender!tomura // job fair

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slim pickins

they were never yours - so what if you find someone who could be?

pairings: toxic!Satosugu x roommate!reader, rebound!Sukuna x f!reader

content: MDNI, angst and smut, roommate AU, heavy yearning and pining, satosugu are dicks not gonna lie, reader isn't taking it though, extremely messy relationship dynamics, emotional hurt, reader standing up for herself, semi-public car sex, protected piv sex, oral (m! + f! receiving), threesome, consensual recording/sending, multiple positions and povs

a/n: this was very much inspired by beat your heart to death by the immensely incredibly talented @specialgradefckr !! divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !! also I'm blaming how much Sabrina Carpenter I've been listening to on @tsukuhoe bc her short n' sweet smau stays living in my head rent-free lol

good graces

bed chem

busy woman

teeny tiny sneak peak ahead, pls comment to be added to tags <3 first part will be up tomorrow (this was originally supposed to be a oneshot but it ended up way too long for that so I decided to split it up)

You'd seen the ending from the beginning.

They might've sucked you in, but you never fought back. Just stood still and let the quicksand take you until you landed here, sharing the middle bedroom in what some (yourself, included) would consider an unconventional living arrangement. Unstable would probably work too.

You were fucking Satoru, who was probably fucking Suguru, who was also fucking you.

If you didn't move out soon, the single thread holding the tightrope you were barely balancing on was going to snap, and you didn't think any of you would be able to pick up the pieces of whatever was left - as roommates, friends, lovers, or just strangers.

It'd been over from the first day you moved in. Really, the moment you'd met.

Satoru had been all smiles, so eager it was almost ridiculous how funny and charming you found him, his hand sliding over yours and squeezing like he'd known you forever instead of five minutes. He tutored you in your second to last year of college, forged a flirty friendship of sorts, waiting until you were clearly choking on your huge crush on him to introduce you to Suguru. You'd never been able to tell if he was his friend or boyfriend, but it didn't really matter, did it? Because even now, after the past four years, all the time you'd spent trying to carve yourself a place in their lives and living with them, it never made a difference.

There was them, and then there was you.

Their shared laughter and secret smiles, the tender touches and the way their eyes landed on each other from across the room - the subtle looks they exchanged like they were the only people who actually understood each other, you'd have to be stupid to miss any of it. Which, you guessed they thought you were considering the fact they both always waited until the other one was busy or had plans to bend you over the counter or pull your panties off on top of the washing machine and fuck you like you were the roommate they wanted.

"Suguru's gonna be home soon," You tried to warn him, but everything came out muffled, breathless, your face pressed against the soft mattress in Satoru's room, his hips smacking loudly against your ass. He hadn't even waited for you to finish brushing your teeth this morning to burst into the bathroom to whisk you away, throwing you on his bed and splaying you out like he'd been waiting all week for this.

And yeah, you did feel stupid for the faint flicker of hope that maybe he wanted this half as much as you did.

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faking it

everyone has a price - even suguru geto

synopsis: with no friends and a wallet full of cash, you concoct one last idea to make your final semester one to remember. paying everyone's favorite pretty playboy to pretend to be your boyfriend to complete your college bucket list before you start the life your family is forcing you into. but you might be buying far more than you bargained for.

pairings: broke!Geto x rich!Reader x dropout!Sukuna

content: mdni, angst and fluff and smut, college au, fake dating, pining, yearning, falling in love, jealousy, hurt/comfort, piv sex, drunk sex, oral (m! + f! receiving), car sex, making out, drinking and parties, piercings/tattoos, complicated feelings, regret, healing, more tags in each part

art by @aransmind !!

bank statements

first transaction | loose change | iou | (rain) check | splurge

scammed | refund | declined | debt | last check

ink | overdraft

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RUE!! Congrats on 6k, oh my goodness!!!!

For the job fair request, what do you think about doing something with coworker!Touya, and animal care?

Y’know just a thought 👀👉🏼👈🏼

hiiiii thank you hehe i didnt realize i had another animal care submission with touya mmmmhhm fuck itttt lets do it!!

vet assistant!touya // job fair

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PLUG KATSUKI WHO IS SOOO CUTE AND NONCHALANT BUT ONLY FOR U!!! rolls up and lights for you so sweetly but hates everyone else, charges people extra while all he charges u is kisses while he rolls

AAAAAAHHHHHH AAAAHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH thank u ily omfg THANK U

plug!katsuki // job fair

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you’re rocking back and forth on your heels as you see the bright headlights of katsuki’s car pull up in front of your apartment building. you can’t see through his tinted windows, but you're well familiar with the vehicle and wave as you approach anyways.

“hi,” you whisper once he rolls down the window, letting a gust of the perpetual weed smell in his car hit you in the face.

a whistle leaves his lips as he leans over the center console and eyes the outfit you had worn out to the club an hour prior. “throwing a party and didn’t even invite me?”

“we went out for someone’s birthday,” you correct with an eye roll, “you would’ve hated it.”

“would’ve hated it more than being woken up at 1am to deliver across town?”

“stop that. you said you were already up,” you lean into the open window with a pout, “you really didn’t have to, katsu, i already told you i wasn’t expecting you to say yes.”

“no shit i’m going to say yes to you,” he scoffs, “you know better than to think i won’t. get in.”

you don’t move or say anything until he cocks his eyebrow at you, almost ready to get out of the car and come over on the other side to open the door for you himself.

“i can’t sit and hang. i have guests over and they’re all drunk and feigning for a smoke.”

he presses his lips together in a tight line. maybe he would’ve enjoyed being dragged out for one of your friend’s sloppy birthday celebration after all- as long as it meant time with you if he couldn’t have it right now.

“how are you gonna smoke it, huh?”

“uhhh..” you trail, “through an apple? crush up an empty beer can?”

he gives you the look that only brings a sheepish grin to your face.

“sit with me for a little and i’ll roll a couple for you to take in.”

without missing a beat, katsuki reaches over and unlatches the passenger door, leaving you no choice but to slide right into your spot.

he doesn’t waste any time. from behind your seat, he pulls out a tray that perfectly fits in his lap. you’ve watched him do this countless times, but it never gets less interesting. you think he’s so type-a. he’s meticulous about his rituals, you don’t even bother asking him to let you have a go at it.

“you should teach me how to do this sometime,” you say, leaning over the center console and resting your cheek against his shoulder, watching his hands move seamlessly.

“nope."

“no?”

“no.”

“scared you won’t be useful to me anymore?” you chuckle, shifting your head to gaze up at him.

“can't risk losing business.” he shrugs.

“oh right. business,” you roll your eyes, “how much do i owe you? i’ll wire it over right now.”

katsuki scoffs out a chuckle and shakes his head, still fumbling with the cone in between his fingers. 

“if you want to pay me right now, then you’re definitely gonna be late getting back to your little friends.”

your hand runs up the side of his outer bicep and to the back of his neck, rubbing your thumb back and forth against his nape. he sends you a side glance.

“not that i mind,” he quips.

you lean up against him and press a kiss onto the tender skin of his cheek. and again. and again until the tip of his ear is pink and he’s biting back a smirk.

“thank you again,” you mutter against his cheek.

“it's you. no biggie."

katsuki takes his attention away from the half stuffed joint to turn towards you, pressing his lips against yours for a split moment. you taste the remnants of the mint chewing gum in his mouth just as he pulls away.

"you should've invited me to the birthday thing," he murmurs, "i wouldn't have minded. even if your friends are messy as fuck."

"really?"

"mhm," he hums.

you fiddle with the hem of your dress for a moment, chewing on the bottom of your lip.

"do you want to come up then? people are probably just gonna smoke a little and then go home, but we can still hang out? if you're not sleepy?

he continues humming. he's pensively thinking and it only makes you more nervous, but his hands are still moving as if rolling a joint was muscle memory at this point.

"yeah sure. but when you introduce me, i'm not your plug. i'm just yours."

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“i wouldn’t do that” “i wouldn’t say that” “i wouldn’t wear that” “i wouldn’t kiss them” too bad you pedantic dorks, you’re not the one in control here.

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More Than Friends: Genma x Reader

Summary: When girls night happens in front of guys night, Genma gets a little jealous watching his girl best friend being hit on in the bar. 

Notes: shoutout to @luvjaclyn and @uchiha-bride​ for inspiring this story. Friends to lovers. 3.6k words.

Warnings: talks of alcohol

Continuar lendo

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I need Genma fluff. Something short and sweet ❤

I've been waiting for a Genma request! Ahh I love him. I tried to keep it under 500 words because I know I tend to ramble and go into background lol. Here you go! Hope you enjoy!

Genma x Reader: Late Night Hearts

Genma returned late at night from his mission. You were fast asleep by the time he got home and as stealthy as a ninja could be, you immediately picked up on his presence. After all, you were a Jonin as well.

Genma smiled as he felt you wrap your arms around him. “I missed you.” you whispered as you dropped your head against his back, still half asleep.

Genma turned around in your arms so he was now facing you. “I missed you more.” he smiled as you looked up at him.

Your hands delicately removed his senbon from his mouth and placed it on the counter next to you.

“You were gone for three days - I’m running low on kisses.” you smiled as you jumped up on him. Your legs wrapping around his waist as his arms flew down to keep you stable.

“I think I can fix that.” he smiled into your kiss. He missed this. He missed you.

He continued giving you soft lazy kisses as he made his way back to the bedroom. “I see you replaced me,” he laughed as your cat took up his side of the bed.

“She was lonely too,” you giggled. “You’re her favorite, you know.” You laughed as Genma laid you back down onto the bed.

“Well you’re my favorite.” he smiled as he gave you another soft kiss before leaving to get changed. You turned on your side so Genma could have room on the bed. Genma looked at your through the doorway, he watched as your breathing slowed, how your hair slowly fell from it's original position. He was truly in love with you. He made his way into bed, letting his fingers trace up and down your arms.

He loved moments like this. Moments where the two of you had time to just be with each other. You two were constantly on missions and since you were dating, you weren’t allowed to go on missions together unless the mission required both of your skills.

“You’re my favorite too.” You whispered as your eyes opened. Your hand went up to his forehead where you noticed a cut. You looked at him, waiting for him to explain it.

“Too slow to dodge it. Just a scrape.” he whispered as he pecked your forehead.

“If I was there that wouldn’t have happened.”

“If you were there I would’ve been distracted.” he chuckled. You cuddled into him, your fingers tracing little hearts on his chest. “Are you drawing a heart?” he smiled.

“No. I’m drawing many hearts.” you smiled as he felt your hand drop as you drifted back to sleep.

“You’ll always have mine.” he whispered as he kissed the top of your head. The two of you started breathing in sync. Both falling asleep next to each other, nothing made the two of you happier.

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take care; uchiha men

synopsis — finding out their s/o is being bullied for having heterochromia and red hair.

content warning — bullying

requested via messages

♡ madara uchiha

— he finds out indirectly — overhears a conversation between clan members mocking “the outsider girl with demon eyes and cursed hair”

— his silence is terrifying — not a single word, just the slow turn of his head and the death stare that clears a room

— madara hates petty cruelty; to him, bullying is a sign of weak discipline and smaller minds

— believes your appearance is a mark of divine individuality, not shame

— privately furious that you hid it from him, even to protect his pride. immediately places you under his “protection,” which basically makes anyone too afraid to even look at you wrong

— doesn’t need to shout, one sentence from madara is law

you’re cleaning a gash on your arm when he walks in. you don’t flinch, but you do turn away — trying to hide how tightly your jaw is clenched, he sees it.

“…who said something,” you pause.

“…it doesn’t matter.”

he steps closer. you can feel the heat of him even before his hand lands on your shoulder.

“i will ask only once,” you sigh.

“…two clan sons. they called me a mutt. said my eyes were a bad omen. that your bloodline deserves better.” madara’s silence is cold and sharp.

“…and you let them speak that long?”

“i didn’t want to cause trouble,” his eyes narrow.

“then allow me.”

the next morning, the two men are relocated. no one sees them again. madara finds you in the garden, kneels beside you, brushes your hair back with a rare tenderness.

“you will not be ashamed of what was never meant to be hidden,” he says. “red suits war. and those eyes? they see more clearly than anyone,” you press your forehead to his chest.

“am i still worthy of you?” he doesn’t answer, kissing your hand instead — knuckles, wrist, palm. like a vow.

♡ itachi uchiha

— itachi notices before you say a word — the stiffness in your smile, the way you hesitate before walking through the village

— he doesn’t confront you outright; he waits — quiet, watchful — until you finally admit what’s been said about your mismatched eyes and red hair. he is calm, frighteningly so.

— but his silence isn’t detachment — it’s calculation. he’s deciding how to respond without escalating things. considers bullying a form of cruelty that reflects more on the abuser than the victim

— internally furious that you even considered hiding your pain from him. assures you — in his own Itachi way — that your “difference” is exactly why he chose you

— doesn’t threaten the bullies. just makes sure they know he knows

you try to slip into bed without waking him, he’s already awake.

“…your gait is off,” he murmurs in the dark, you freeze.

“…just tired.”

“no. you’re upset.” his voice is soft. no accusation. just truth. you sit on the edge of the bed. your hands curl in your lap.

“…i didn’t want to bother you.” he sits up. leans forward. his hand finds yours without hesitation.

“who said it.”

“some girls near the training field. they said i looked cursed. that no uchiha would ever take a woman like me seriously and i dyed my hair to be noticed.” his hand tightens just slightly.

“…did they say it more than once?” you nod.

he exhales through his nose. you expect him to get up. maybe to say something harsh. but he doesn’t. instead, he pulls you closer — settles you between his knees.

“i was feared for my eyes,” he says quietly. “called a monster. a tool. a weapon.” he lifts your chin.

“but i look at you… and all i see is something rare. something mine.” your breath catches.

“you’re not ashamed?”

“never.” he presses his forehead to yours.

“you don’t need to be like anyone else to be loved. not by me.” you nod. your throat tightens. you wrap your arms around his waist and hold him there like a secret.

♡ shisui uchiha

— he hears it secondhand — through whispers from a group of genin, laughing about “that redhead freak” they saw training. at first, he brushes it off — until he sees you brushing your hair in the mirror a little slower, trying to cover one eye

— shisui is not one to sit still when someone he loves is hurting — especially not someone as strong and beautiful as you

— his anger is rare, but when it shows? it cuts deep — and always with a smile. hedoesn’t yell. doesn’t threaten. he just outclasses the bullies so effortlessly they never speak your name again

— makes it his mission to remind you that what makes you different is what makes you unforgettable

— becomes aggressively soft — extra kisses, dumb jokes, pulling your hair back and saying “gotta let everyone see the best part”

you’re sitting outside alone, eyes down, blade across your lap. you haven’t spoken much all day. he flops beside you with a dramatic sigh and rests his head on your shoulder.

“…you mad at me or just the world today?” you shake your head.

“it’s nothing.”

he pokes your cheek. “then why’s your nothing making your shoulders all tense?”

you sigh. “some kids in the village said i look unnatural.”

he frowns. “you look incredible.”

“they said it like it was an insult. like i’m just… too strange to belong.”

he’s quiet for a second. then he gets up.

“c’mere.”

“shisui—”

“up. now.”

you follow him, confused, until you’re standing in front of the water’s edge. he stands behind you, grabs your shoulders.

“look.” you glance up at your reflection.

“what do you see?”

“…me.”

“wrong.” he leans in.

“i see the most badass kunoichi i’ve ever met. born from shinobi. forged in fire. one green eye like spring, one blue like ice — hair like the blood of gods.” you stare. your throat tightens. he grins.

“no one forgets you when they see you. and anyone who tries to bring you down? they already know they can’t compete.” you turn, eyes glassy.

“shisui…” he shrugs.

“what can i say? i like my girls a little terrifying.” you laugh — loud and real.

and he kisses you like that sound is the only thing that matters.

♡ obito uchiha

— he doesn’t take it well. not because he thinks it’s true — but because the idea that you’ve been suffering alone hits too close to home. he finds out when you brush off a comment during training, but your smile doesn’t reach your eyes

— he pushes once. you deflect. he pushes again and the whole truth spills out. immediate response: “who? names. rank. how fast can i make them regret breathing?”

— doesn’t actually do anything violent (yet), but will definitely let the offenders feel his chakra as he approaches

— gives you the most genuine, flustered, devoted praise ever. it’s messy. it’s emotionally raw. he stumbles over his words because he means every damn one

— may or may not get possessive when someone stares too long. “what, never seen a woman with better genes than you?”

you’re quiet on the way home from training, too quiet. obito’s watching you out of the corner of his eye, brow furrowed.

“…what did i miss?”

you shake your head. “nothing.”

“nope. try again.”

“obito—”

“uh-uh.” he steps in front of you. “look at me.” you do. reluctantly.

and he sees it. the gloss behind your eyes. the shame under your smile.

“…who was it?” you hesitate. then you whisper:

“just some genin. said i looked like a failed experiment and that no one would take someone like me seriously.” you expect him to laugh it off.

he doesn’t.

his face hardens. his fists clench. his chakra flares — barely restrained.

“…they’re lucky i’m trying this whole ‘better person’ thing.” you blink.

“you’re not—mad?” he looks at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“mad? i’m livid. but not at you.” he steps closer. cupping your cheek, gentler than he’s ever been.

“you’re the strongest person i know. red hair, mismatched eyes — that’s not weird, that’s iconic.” you laugh softly. he doesn’t let go.

“seriously. you walk into a room and everyone knows you’re the one to watch. i knew.”

“obito…”

“they only talk because they’ll never stand beside someone like you. but i do.” he kisses you hard — like a promise. like defiance.

you pull back just a little.

“…you really mean that?” he presses his forehead to yours.

“there is no one else and nothing about you that i’d change.”

♡ sasuke uchiha

— he notices instantly. not because you say something — but because your silence is different. hears a passing comment from a civilian near the market one day — something about your “odd eyes” and “unsettling hair”

— his entire demeanor shifts. subtle, cold, and lethal. he doesn’t confront them. he doesn’t need to. just stands there, staring long enough that they feel something ancient and wrong looking back at them

— you don’t want to tell him. but he asks, directly, the next time you’re both alone. quietly tells you your red hair reminds him of someone once revered — and someone he lost

— reminds you the uchiha were feared and hated too — not for their weakness, but their power. after that, his hand always finds yours a little sooner in public. his silence feels safer. stronger. deliberate

you’re sitting on the porch, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve, eyes fixed on the ground. he walks up without a word — just stands beside you for a moment before he finally speaks.

“…you’ve been quiet.” you shrug.

“i’m always quiet.”

“…not like this.” you sigh. biting the inside of your cheek.

“people were staring again.” he doesn’t ask what they said. doesn’t need to.

“…is it the eyes or the hair this time?” you murmur. he kneels in front of you — slow, measured.

“…both.” you look up.

“you’re not going to tell me it doesn’t matter? because it does” your heart drops.

“oh.”

“they’re wrong,” he adds. “but you believe them.” your eyes sting. you look away. he gently cups your face — tilts it back toward him.

“your hair… it reminds me of someone strong. someone important. and your eyes — they’re rare. not broken.”

“…you really think that?” he nods once.

“you think i fall for people who blend in?” your laugh escapes in a puff of breath.

“…you fell for me?” his gaze doesn’t waver.

“i stay for you.”

he leans in — kisses your forehead, then your lips, then lingers there for a beat longer. and somehow, even in silence, you know:

they can stare. they can whisper. but he sees you clearer than anyone else ever has.

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"I need to see them suffer" I say about a character who already does nothing but suffer

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Birthday Wishes

Featuring - Yamato x GN!Reader

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - Sub!Yamato, Oral (m receiving), Marking/Biting, Slight Praise

A/N - I had to make a quick lil something for my fav underrated princess’s belated birthday, will definitely be pouring a glass for him later (as if I haven’t already) !!!

You couldn’t help but greedily swallow every whiny groan and whimper Yamato let out as you grinded against him.

The taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue, smooth, woody, sweet—the addictive flavor stuck to your tongue as it danced around his before pulling away.

Dim room lights highlighted him beneath you perfectly; blown-out eyes fluttering softly as they scanned your face, adorably flushed cheeks, rubied kiss-swollen lips parted as he caught his breath, bare chest gently heaving with every breath he took.

He looked sinfully beautiful, your hand reached out, cupping his cheek before swiping your thumb across his bottom lip with a gentle smile, admiring the sight before you. Leading your hand up the side of his face, tangling it in his messy locks before pulling his head back to further expose his neck.

Yamato couldn’t help but hiss through gritted teeth at the quick motion, tightening the grip he holds on your hips.

You leaned in closer to him, placing a single kiss on the side of his neck and softly whispering “Don’t worry, I’ll make it as painless as possible, Baby.” before biting into the flesh and sucking a purplish-red hickey in its wake.

Slowly working your way down his body, whispering sweet nothings as you left love-bites and hickeys on every inch of exposed skin you could reach on your way down—cherishing every flinch, groan, and sweet whimper that fell from his lips.

Finally making it down his torso, placing one last kiss below his navel before meeting his eyes once more, admiring the reddish flush that went from the tip of his ears to his chest, then trailing your eyes down his body to admire your work.

“Got any birthday wishes, Love? I wanna’ make tonight all about you.” You said, propping yourself between his legs as you toyed with the waistband of his underwear.

“J-just be gentle, please..” His voice was soft with a pleading tone to it as he stared down at you through half-lidded eyes.

You couldn’t help but grin at his words before replying, “Whatever you say, Birthday Boy.”

—

Hazed black eyes locked on you below him, what felt like hours in his clouded mind was in reality minutes—minutes that felt like they went on forever as you teased his drooling cock around your soft lips.

Letting out elongated moans around him to feel him writhe and jolt beneath you, to hear his weak breathless groans from the sudden stimulation; pulling away from him just to bite and suck another hickey into his inner thigh whenever he got close to cumming.

His soft pleas for release between sweet moans and gasps as you returned a hand to his leaky cock were to die for, swiping your thump across the pearly bead of precum pooling on his tip before hastening your strokes.

“Don’t worry, Baby. ‘M almost done”, You softly coo, leaning in and swirling your tongue around his slit before taking him back into your mouth—kneeding your freehand into his upper thigh as you bob your head along his length, resting your tongue flush against the veins that rest on the underside of his cock.

Feeling his muscular thigh tense up in your palm as his soft pleas become helpless babbles and curses of how close he is, breathy moans into choked out ones filled with desperation.

“‘M close..so close, I p-promise to be good, p-please just let me-“ his babbles cut off by the feeling of your fingers tapping against his tensed thigh, a silent gesture he’s been waiting for what felt like an eternity.

One of Yamato’s hands soon found home settled on the back of your head as he guided you up and down his shaft, pushing you just a bit further down to feel your shocked moans as you lightly gag around him.

“J-just like that, fuck- your doing soo good, baby” his praise was riddled with the tone of lust and desperation as his breath hitched, muscles tensed, brows furrowed, and the grip on the back of your head tightening as he came.

Sweet, bitter, oddly woody, a taste you’ve grown to love leaving a warm coating in the back of your throat—dripping from the corner of your mouth as he came in continuous splurts, gently bucking his hips at at the feeling of you swallowing around him.

Yamato’s staggered breathing filled the room as he came down, releasing the grip on the back of your head as he met your eyes once more—hazily watching you sit up with a smirk on your face.

“Happy birthday, Yamato~”, your voice was soft, almost a coo as your hand trailed up his upper thigh to the side of his abdomen, “T-thanks, but what about you?”

“What about me?” You asked

“You didn’t get to finish..” his words were riddled with a tinge of guilt.

“I don’t remember saying we were done, besides, tonight is all about you, Love.”

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🔞 NSFW Naruto Headcannons 🔞

Ft my good boys: Kakashi, Itachi, Yamato, and Iruka (w/ fem!reader)

Prompt: How would they feel about choking during sex?

Kakashi:

Absolutely down

He reads smut for a hobby, so he has picked up some tricks

The second you ask, his hand is around your throat and his dick is harder than ever

He didn't know how much he was into dominating until he watches you quiver and thrash underneath him, your body receptive to his every touch

He fucks you rougher, but not too rough, he still manages to caress you lovingly with his free hand as he praises you

Kakashi loves to call you a good girl when you let him take full control, pulling your hair and covering you in love bites

He won't last long after that. Still, he will fuck you with all abandon, until you're dumb. And then he will kiss you hard on the mouth as he cums inside you, slamming his full length into you

Before you can recover, he's pinning your thighs down as he moves between your legs and suckles your swollen lips, licking up your mix of juices, curling two fingers against your g-spot as you spiral into another, violent orgasm

Doesn't stop until you're shaking and teary eyed

Itachi:

He prefers gentle sex (well, about 85% of the time), especially with his life being forged through violence, but when you ask, he can't refuse

Obedient to a degree, his main focus during sex is you

But he always leads, even when you're on top of him

When you ask him to choke you (again) while you ride him, a small devious smile will sprawl across his hips

One hand is around your neck, the other on your hip as he continues to guide you up and down his cock

With expert finger placement, he squeezes just two fingers and you're seeing stars as he picks up the pace

Soon, you're collapsing against his chest as he fucks you feverishly, suckling at your neck as you tremble against him

"On your knees," he'll demand with a heavy whisper in your ear. If you take too long, he'll flip over you himself and take you. Hard.

Yamato/Tenzo:

Hesitant at first

Relatively vanilla b/c of his lack of experience (too focused on work)

BUT, once you tell him what you like and have him trained, he turns out to be a lowkey freak

He's into dirty talk, likes to call you his little slut as you whimper, your hand weakly squeezing his bicep as he has you pinned below him

He know's what you want and his hand is instantly at your neck, squeezing it (as gently as he can in the moment) and he sits back to look at you

Yamato likes to watch his dick move in and out of you, watching your pussy grip his length

After watching for a bit, mesmerized, you beg him for more and he stares at you with a domineering haze as he squeezes his hand ever so slightly against you neck before fucking you hard

Will compliment how pretty you are as you take him, and praise you as you cum on his dick

After he cums he always asks if you're okay

Iruka

This boy is terrified of the idea of choking you

Such an innocent, golden retriever boyfriend

He is still nervous about smacking your ass, especially after seeing you covered in welts at the end of it the last time

You'll have to beg him to do it, and even then his hand is so gentle. He's terrified of leaving bruises on you

Iruka will constantly ask if you're okay, or if he's doing too much. When you tell him you want it harder and rougher, his cheeks burn pink even though he's balls deep inside you

(He's SUPER into praise), and if you encourage him enough, he will do whatever it takes to please you

Like a beast that has been freed, he will lose restraint (temporarily) and rail into you like a starved man, chocking you gently as he stares into you eyes

Like Yamato, after he cums, he checks on you and carries you to the bathroom for cleanup

Let me know if you want me to do any other characters from Naruto!! 🫶