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luffystrawhat01 · 21 days ago

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paradigm shift

zoro x afab!reader c/w: jealous zoro, he raises his voice/yells at reader, possessive behavior, fwb to lovers, semi-public sex, piv sex a/n: inspired by a conversation @sunfloworcs and i had. meant to post this last night but i forgor! anyway here's wonderwall

Zoro watches you smile at the man attempting to court you at the bar. He watches as you laugh at something he says before replying in a manner that's a little too enthusiastic for the brooding swordsman in the corner.

He grits his teeth and tightens the grip on his drink, frustrated at the sight across the tavern.

The way your cheeks flush with mild inebriation makes Zoro clench the hand on his knee into a fist. His leg doesn't seem to stop bouncing as he glares in your direction, the tick going unnoticed due to his annoyance at the patron you're speaking with and himself for even caring.

You're not exclusive. The length of your shared relationship had been long decided as friends who just fuck on the side for a little stress relief, so why the hell does he care that some nobody is trying to coax you into their bed?

He takes a deep breath, exhaling through his mouth in what ultimately proves to be a feeble attempt at calming himself. It almost works, but as he brings the mug of ale to his lips he notices you lean in a little closer to the man, that undeniable look of desire flickering in your heavy-lidded expression that Zoro knows all too well.

Before he can even think to stop himself, Zoro stands from his seat and makes his way toward you, heavy boot steps trudging against the wooden floor of the tavern.

You don't notice his approach, far too lost in the music and conversation to really pay attention. It's only when his large hand envelops the small of your back that you pay him any mind.

"Yeah, if you wanna get out of here maybe we could fin-" the hopeful patron begins, the remainder of the sentence lost to time as Zoro rudely interrupts.

"We're leavin'," the pirate states bluntly, pulling you away from the man without hesitation.

"But-" You call out, a hand reaching in hopeless desperation toward the bar where your soon-to-be abandoned drink sits. "The others?"

"Fuck 'em," Zoro snaps, not looking in your direction as he leads you through the door and out into the humidity of the island. "They'll catch up."

"What's wrong with you?" Your voice wavers with uncertainty as you try and fail to wriggle from his tight grip upon your forearm. "Why're you so pissed at me?"

"I'm not pissed at ya!" Zoro shouts back defensively, stopping short to face you. "But I don't want some random asswipe tryin' to sweet talk my shipmate!"

You nearly trip over yourself when he suddenly comes to a halt in the middle of the street, the once lively town now having fallen into a slumber of its own. "So you just get up and leave?" You reply, managing to keep your balance before staring up at him angrily, a slight tilt to your head in mild confusion. "And what do you care if someone wants to 'sweet talk' me?"

"Because I care about ya!" Zoro barks, feeling his heart race in his chest. "I don't want anyone else touchin' what's mine!"

Your eyes widen, paralyzed in place as the words hang in the air somewhat awkwardly. Zoro's expression is still one of anger, brows furrowed and mouth twisted into a harsh frown. "I-" you swallow, shaking your head in an attempt to be rid of the butterflies threatening to form in your belly. "What's yours?" You finally echo, tone wavering between frustration and disbelief.

"You!" Zoro yells, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to look directly into his eyes. "Me and you, we've got somethin' special goin' on! We don't need anyone complicatin' things!"

You part your lips as if wanting to speak before averting his gaze with an unreadable expression. Your brows are raised and your hands tremble at your sides. "I thought we decided to just keep it casu-" Zoro cuts you off with a firm grip to your chin, forcing your gaze upon him once more.

"That doesn't matter!" He huffs, the hand on your shoulder twitching slightly as he fights off the urge to move it to the back of your neck. "Fuck," Zoro groans, the low timbre of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. He looks around quickly, and before you can say anything you feel him start to pull you along by the arm again and down a stray alleyway.

You hurry along behind him as best you can, accepting your fate within his iron grip. He stops and you hear him sigh heavily, his shoulders tensing in irritation. "Zoro...?"

"Shut up." He commands harshly as he releases your aching wrist, turning to face you with a fierce scowl etched into his features.

You let out a sound akin to a squeak, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as if you had done something wrong. Suddenly you feel vulnerable. Small. Your eyes dare not leave his, unsure and anxious emotions swelling in your mind. You feel your mouth go dry.

"I can't keep pretendin' that this is just a casual thing between us," Zoro declares, taking a step closer to you. "I know what we agreed on, but I can't help it. I want more."

You heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest. "Zoro-" you whisper, but the swordsman holds up a hand to stop you, not done speaking just yet. If he's going to do this, to expose how he feels, he needs you to shut up and listen.

"I don't want to share ya," He continues, his voice and words blunt. "I already told ya, I don't want anyone else touchin' what's mine." He leans in closer, his warm breath brushing against your earlobe.

Your back clashes with one of the outer walls of the two shops you're tucked in between. Zoro's hand finally finds the nape of your neck, leaning in even further until his lips ghost over yours. "Truth is," he murmurs, thumb caressing your soft skin. "I'm crazy about ya."

And at once, Zoro's lips crash onto your own, engulfing you in an open-mouthed, somewhat messy kiss. Your arms find purchase around his shoulders, eagerly reciprocating the gesture without a second thought. As your tongues dance together, Zoro's hand reaches down to cup your ass, pulling your body flush against his.

A surprised gasp is muffled between a mess of lips and tongue and teeth, the hands on his broad shoulders tightening their grasp at the newfound contact. With a low groan, Zoro breaks away from the kiss, panting heavily. "Now let's get one thing straight," he growls, running his fingers through your hair. "Ya belong to me."

You nod, a huff of what sounds like a breathless whimper of an 'Mhm!' falling from your parted, wet lips.

Grinning triumphantly, Zoro pulls you into another deep, passionate kiss. This time there's no hesitation, no holding back - it's pure desire and hunger and everything else that comes with wanting someone more than anything else in the world. And while your tongues continue to duel and your bodies pressed firmly together, Zoro's hand moves to cup your cheek before trailing down your neck to rest upon the exposed skin of your collarbone. He bites lightly at your jawline, his mouth leaving yours to taste your flesh and leaving a trail of fire wherever he goes.

When he reaches the hem of your shirt, his large, warm hand slides beneath the fabric and meets the soft skin of your torso. A soft moan escapes your throat at the intimate touch, and though he's heard your symphony many times, this note is different. It sends an unfamiliar, but not unwanted jolt to his heart. As if something tugs at his very soul.

Zoro stops in his tracks, thumb just brushing the underside of your breast. His mouth leaves your skin, and you mourn the loss of his touch until he raises his head to look upon the whole of you once more. He scans your face as if committing to memory, and in what seems like an instant, he locks you into another kiss that takes your breath away.

It's tender and careful, each touch working as wordless confessions.

It's almost romantic.

His arms wrap around your middle, lifting you and pressing you flat against the wall. His lips never leave yours either, it's as if you're quite literally glued to one another. When he finally pulls away, he's breathless, and there's a glimmer in his eye that wasn't there before. "You're mine," he repeats, smirking almost wickedly. "And I'm not lettin' go."

Zoro's hand resumes its tour of your body, sliding back under your shirt and grazing over your breast. Your legs wrap around him and he rolls his hips into you, watching as you writhe for him. "You're always on my mind," he admits, his voice heavy and rough. "Even when we're apart."

He descends down your neck, trailing kisses and nibbles and licks to your tender skin. "I can barely keep my hands off ya," Zoro murmurs into you. "If I had my way you'd be in my bed every single night."

"But," Zoro says firmly, breaking away from your neck to look into your eyes. "I won't settle for less than all of ya. I want your heart too."

You exhale as if you'd been holding your breath in for days. You'd be denying yourself truth if you say that you aren't interested - that you're content with just being crewmates once again. But you're not content with it; for at some point in the circumstance of your relationship, what had started as a quick means to an end had indeed grown into something more raw and real.

Something more than just infatuation, more than just lust.

"You have it," you whisper, a flood of warmth bathing your heart. "Zoro, you've had it for a while." The confession is soft, and your tone is a little rasp and hoarse from the intensity of the moment.

Zoro smiles, the gesture reaching all the way to his eyes. He leans down to capture your lips again in a yearning kiss, and as your lips lock together, his hand moves lower still, sliding up your thigh and beneath your skirt. He teasingly skims along the edge of your panties before dipping beneath the fabric. A breathy gasp falls from your lips, the sound thankfully swallowed by Zoro's hungry kiss.

He groans, feeling your wetness against his fingers. "Damn, ya drive me crazy, y'know that?" he mutters against your lips. You whine as he touches you, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure and clutching him ever closer to you. "But I love it," he adds, pulling away from the kiss to gaze down at you with a smirk. "Love how much ya need me."

"Always need you," you reply, lips swollen and glossed over with saliva. "All of you."

With a wicked grin, Zoro pulls back slightly, giving you a better view of his erection straining against his pants. He pulls his hand out from beneath your skirt just long enough to free his aching length from its confines before wrapping it around himself, stroking his cock lazily while watching your face contort in anticipation.

He aligns himself with you, carefully sliding your panties to the side. With a hiss, he pushes himself into you. Zoro's slower than usual, but still just as needy and desperate as ever. He buries himself to the hilt within your warm, plush walls, filling you completely until there's no room left for doubt or denial.

You cry out in surprise and ecstasy, back arching off the wall as Zoro begins to fuck you relentlessly. He holds nothing back, diving into you with all his strength as if trying to claim every inch of your being. His free hand digs into your hipbone, keeping you anchored to him while he pounds into you mercilessly. "Nobody else can have ya," he growls into your ear. "Nobody else can fuck ya like this either, isn't that right, princess?"

You nod wordlessly, unable to find the breath needed for anything more than short gasps of air. Your whole body quivers with each thrust, desperate to take everything he has to offer. Zoro seems determined to make sure you remember exactly what it feels like to be taken by him - and to show everyone within earshot just how much he owns you.

The sound of footsteps echo through the alleyway behind you, causing you both to stiffen momentarily before relaxing again. Clearly, whoever it was didn’t stick around to see what was going on. Zoro doesn’t let go of you though, continuing to fuck you with unrelenting force even as you both know they could come back at any moment.

And you're lost in him once again, completely bent and shaped to his will. Breathless and broken attempts at speech mix in between gasps and moans and sighs of pleasure. He moans softly into your ear, feeling your submission wrapping around him like a warm embrace. It fuels his desire even further, pushing him to go harder and faster until there's no thought left beyond the primal need to fuck you senseless.

It seems like his pace won't ever let up, soon losing any cadence to his motions as his eye closes tightly. A wild light burns within him as he loses himself completely in the act of taking you. The sounds of the village fade away, replaced by only the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh and the ragged breath shared between you both.

Your inner walls flutter around him wildly, moans befalling into frantic whimpers that tell him just how close you are to cumming around his cock. You feel yourself reaching the brink, and without warning, Zoro suddenly pulls out of you.

For a brief moment, he leaves you empty and aching - before shoving himself back inside you with a ferocity that makes you cry out in shock. His movements become frantic, almost violent as he tries to bring you over the edge with him.

As your orgasm washes over you, Zoro lets out a near-animalistic growl deep in his throat. His hips piston forward relentlessly, driving himself deeper and deeper into you with each pulse of euphoria. You scream his name, the blissful sensations coursing through your body as waves of pleasure crash over you again and again.

Zoro's moans into your ear grow more erratic, feeling his own peak building rapidly. With one final surge of power, he drives deep into you one last time before releasing himself fully inside and filling you to the brim with his spend. The sensation sends shockwaves through you, leaving you a shuddering and panting mess around him.

Zoro holds you tightly as your head lolls into his shoulder, body twitching slightly as you recover from his harsh fucking. He pulls out from you slowly, giving you a moment to catch your breath before withdrawing completely. Once he does, he helps you straighten up and adjust your clothes before leading you out of the alleyway.

Despite the roughness of your encounter, there's an underlying sense of tenderness in his movements - a reminder that he truly does care for you deeply. And as you walk toward the port where the Sunny is anchored, neither of you speak; instead, you revel in the afterglow of what just conspired between the two of you. There's something incredibly intimate about it now, knowing that you both feel the same way for one another, and it leaves you feeling closer than ever before.

"Zoro," Your voice catches him off guard, the swordsman seemingly lost in thought.

"Hm?" He replies, looking down at you with a raised brow.

You entwine your fingers with his, holding his much larger hand tightly within your own as you point in the opposite direction.

"The ship is that way."

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luffystrawhat01 · 22 days ago

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𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙇𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚. PART 2 POSTED

The party in the Flower Capital was wild and loud—the kind of victory only Wano could deliver after years of pain. Luffy should’ve been laughing with the crew, stuffing his face with meat, making wild declarations from rooftops.

But all he could think about was her.

Y/n had barely left his mind during the entire battle. The image of her bruised, fierce, beautiful—fighting beside him, risking everything—stayed like a flame behind his eyes. And now that it was over… he needed her.

He spotted her under a lantern tree, off to the side, nervously clutching a cup of sake as she nodded along to Robin’s words. Her cheeks were already warm from the drink—and from the way she noticed Luffy watching her from across the yard.

Before she could react, he was in front of her, grabbing her hand.

“L-Luffy?” she stammered.

“Come with me.”

“W-Wait, what—”

He didn’t give her time to overthink it. He tugged her away from the lanterns and music, down a narrow corridor of the castle, ignoring everyone they passed. His grip was firm, his strides confident—but there was something burning in his chest. Something restless. Something that had been building since Onigashima.

When they stopped, it was in a quiet room with sliding doors and dim lighting. The soft hum of the party became distant, drowned beneath the sound of her quick breathing.

“Why’d you bring me—”

He reached up, gently placing his straw hat on her head.

She froze.

“Luffy…”

“It looks good on you,” he said lowly, stepping closer. “I wanted to see it.”

Her fingers fluttered at the brim, flustered, her gaze ducking shyly. The hat tilted a little, slightly off-center, making it slide down and nearly cover her eyes.

“I-It’s too big,” she mumbled.

He didn’t move to fix it. Instead, he tilted her chin up with his knuckle.

“I like it that way,” he murmured—and then kissed her.

Y/n squeaked softly against his lips, her breath hitching as his mouth captured hers with far more heat than she expected. Luffy kissed like he fought—direct, intense, and with his whole heart. His hands slid down her sides, rough from battle, grounding her.

She whimpered quietly, hands curling into his shirt, heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst. The kiss deepened. He tilted his head, his lips tugging hers open, coaxing a shiver from her chest. She could barely keep up—his touch was overwhelming, but so good.

The hat slipped forward more, obscuring her vision. She gasped when his tongue brushed hers.

“L-Luffy…!”

He pulled back only for a second, grinning, breath hot against her lips. “What’s wrong, Princess?” he teased, voice low and rasped.

“I-I’ve never kissed anyone like that…”

“Yeah? Then I’m glad I’m your first.”

She squeaked again, face hot. “Y-You’re so… forward…”

“You like it,” he smirked—and then his hands were gripping her thighs, hoisting her up suddenly.

“Aah—!” She gasped as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her arms flying around his neck for balance. Her back hit the wall with a soft thud, and her heart was going wild. She could barely breathe with how close he was.

His hand slid under the edge of her kimono to hold her thighs steady, the touch not indecent, but firm—possessive.

“You always call me Luffy,” he said, brushing his lips along her jaw. “But right now… say it.”

“S-Say what?” she whispered, voice barely there, the hat wobbling precariously atop her head.

He nipped lightly at her neck, and she shuddered.

“Say what I am to you.”

Her lips parted in a shaky breath. “C-Captain…”

That did something to him. His grip on her hips tightened, a low groan leaving his chest as he kissed her again, harder this time. The straw hat tipped backward slightly with the movement, revealing her eyes—wide, dazed, and glossy.

Y/n’s lips trembled between kisses. She gasped his name again, overwhelmed but melting into him, her fingers tangling in his dark hair.

“You feel this too, right?” he whispered against her lips. “Not just the fighting… this.”

“I—I do,” she confessed, voice shaking, eyes shimmering. “I feel it. I c-care about you, Captain…”

“Good,” he murmured, forehead pressed to hers. “Then don’t run when I do this.”

He kissed her again—slow and consuming—as the hat finally slid off her head and landed gently on the floor beside them.

And in that quiet room, pressed between Luffy’s chest and the wall, her heart beating against his, Y/n knew she’d never feel safer. Or more wanted.

Wano Luffy will always have a place in my heart anyways should I make this a smut?

#fyp #x reader #luffy one piece #one piece #luffy #luffy scenarios #luffy smut #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #character x reader

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luffystrawhat01 · 23 days ago

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I just came across and.. Godness. May i Bully ! Jealous ! Sasuke Uchiha in a more medieval setting? They re betrothed to one another

Medieval! Sasuke x fem reader

Sorry I took so long I barely check inbox I need to do that more

You work as a linen washer at the lower castle stables, and today, your hands are warm with soap suds and sunlight. You smile—just once—at the farmer boy handing you an apple from his cart.

You don’t see the eyes watching from above.

But he sees you.

Prince Sasuke Uchiha.

The sun was low over the orchard wall, the dirt path still soft from last night’s rain. You were laughing—quiet, barely audible—but you laughed. At him.

The farmer boy. Tan, kind-eyed, a year or two older. He offered you an apple like it was nothing.

“You’re always working,” he said shyly. “Thought you could use something sweet.”

You smiled. “That’s kind of you.”

That was it. A harmless moment.

But high above, cloaked in black, standing between two iron gargoyles on the castle tower, he was watching.

Sasuke Uchiha. Second prince. Cold-hearted weapon of the crown. His Sharingan didn’t need to activate to see everything.

Your smile.

The boy’s hand brushing yours.

Your lips on the fruit he gave.

And for a moment, the world turned red. You heard the screams before you saw the body.

You dropped the washbucket and ran barefoot toward the village edge, where the fields turned wild.

There—under the twisted branches—was the farmer boy.

Dead.

Throat slit clean. Eyes wide. His hand still clenched around a bruised apple.

You didn’t even get the chance to cry out before a hand clamped around your mouth from behind and dragged you back.

Thrown against a tree. Wind knocked out of you.

He stood there in the moonlight.

Sasuke.

He didn’t look angry. He looked calm. Like this was the inevitable conclusion.

“You liked him,” he said flatly.

You were shaking. “W-What did you do—”

“I slit his throat.”

You screamed. “He didn’t do anything—!”

“He looked at you.”

“That’s not a crime—!”

“You smiled at him.”

You shoved at him, tears falling fast. “He was nice! He was kind! Something you wouldn’t understand!”

Wrong words.

His hand gripped your jaw so hard it ached.

“He was nothing,” he hissed. “A filthy commoner whose biggest ambition was digging holes in the ground. You think I’d let trash like that touch something I want?”

Your eyes widened. “I’m not a thing.”

He leaned in close, voice like ice.

“You are now.” You were dragged to the castle that night.

Stripped of your servant’s rags. Bathed in scalding rosewater. Dressed in black silk you never asked to wear.

And when they led you to his chambers, his words were waiting.

“You’ll stay here now. Speak only when spoken to. Smile only when I tell you. And if I ever see you with another man again—”

He looked at you then, eyes blood red with fury.

“—I’ll kill him slower.”

You didn’t answer.

You just stood there.

In silence.

Because you finally understood: he wasn’t in love.

He was obsessed.

And you were caged.

#fyp #naruto shippuden #x reader #authors on tumblr #naruto fanfiction #naruto x reader #sasuke imagines #sasuke fanfic #sasuke x reader #yandere sasuke #sasuke uchiha

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luffystrawhat01 · 24 days ago

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men who are all big and strong and muscular but whine when they cum 🤭

jjk : toji, gojo, nanami, sukuna.

aot : levi, eren, erwin, reiner.

op : zoro, ace, shanks, law, mihawk, kidd.

im listening to pony while writing this.

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luffystrawhat01 · 25 days ago

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❥ SHANKS X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 2.3k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: forced orgasms, some yandere vibes, dub-con to be safe, very inappropriate use of conqueror's haki, power dynamics (captain/crew), praise, creampie, Shanks is so mean but so good and I would die for him

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“You’re gonna cum for me, darlin’, even if I have to take it from you.”

The weight of his words curl around your throat like a vice, blood pumping in your ears you until can barely hear his boisterous laugh.

The smile he gives is so cheshire, so oddly genuine, it makes a shiver of fear run down the back of your neck. Perhaps it’s actually pleasure, but the emotions are too entangled for your brain to piece apart your state of mind.

He’s not letting you go this time, not until he gets what he wants.

“Shanks,” you plead, nails gripping into the black fabric of his cloak, “we shouldn’t, you’re my captain, and I—”

“And your captain knows what’s best for you. Promise.”

The playful lilt in his voice is disarming.

He always lures you in so easily, and usually you can squirm away, calm your raging heart and pretend like you’re not the object of his desires. Because you shouldn’t be, you can’t be, you’re honor bound to serve him as your captain and you refuse to let lust cloud your relationship to Shanks. He helped make you a pirate. You’re more than a mistress.

Yet he’s already stripped you bare for him tonight, easy work for one of the most powerful men on the seas.

Warm lips press into your cheek as you turn your face from him, gritting your teeth as you deny his kiss.

Shanks chuckles in the face of your defiance, squishing his fingers into your cheeks to make you look at him.

“You know, you really are cute, thinking you can stop me. Besides, don’t you want to follow Captain’s orders, hm? That’s why I picked you—you’re so loyal, always willing to please. But you should please and be pleased.”

His eyes close with a sincere smile, the pink scars nearly shining in the firelight of his room.

Perhaps you do forget sometimes how weak you are compared to him, to the man who can cut down enemies with a single gaze.

Trapped between his colossal body and the wall, you have nowhere to run, no way to slink off and keep only ghosts of his touches. He’s going to make you feel every moment.

“Want me to show you how good I can make you feel?”

“Trust me, I know, I know how good you’d feel, but I can’t—”

“You have no idea.”

Somehow he feels closer, as if the sun-kissed skin of his chest from his parted shirt is already blending into yours. He is darkness clouding over you, engulfing you.

He cups your chin with his hand, big fingers spilling down onto your neck. He slants his mouth over yours before you can protest, moving plush lips until you can’t help but moan. Spiced rum, aged and smooth, greets you when his tongue slides between parted lips. He kisses like a dance, like a back and forth that he leads.

“Breathe,” he whispers, and you don’t have to ask why. You sense his conqueror’s haki in the air before you feel the power lick at your skin, dragging and pulling and hot.

“Cum for me.”

Lightning quick, your tummy tightens, the pleasure centers of your brain on overload as he overtakes you. Desire boils down to your cunt like a poisonous liquid heat, unbearable, sinful, yet so, so blissful as your pussy flutters and you fall over the crest of orgasm.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck you, fuck, fuck…” Your eyes squeeze closed as the ecstasy is literally ripped from your body, like he somehow sunk his hand inside your core and extracted all the delight he craves.

“Doesn’t that feel good?”

You can’t help but nod, because yes, it does, as if pleasure is bursting like supernovas underneath your skin. Your hands are clinging to him, one around the back of his neck, the other beneath his shirt, like you can’t help but be closer to the source of your heat.

“Shanks, I…” your tongue is so thick in your mouth, searching for words you can’t think of.

“Now imagine just how fucking good you’ll feel when you do that on my cock.”

“Please, oh, god, please.”

His famous laugh greets your ears and you’re almost knocked back to the reality of who has you in his grasp.

“That’s my girl.”

You’re in his bed before you know it, eyes glassy at the sight of his naked body. You knew he’d be beautiful, but the actual view of him, on his knees, pumping his cock in his hand while between your legs has you whining.

“What’s going on in your pretty little head? Tell me.”

“I…want you, so badly, and I-I’m sorry for pushing you away. I never—”

He shushes you, takes his hand from his cock so he can brush the back of his finger across your cheek, “You were just doing what you thought was right. Didn’t wanna just be my plaything, did you? I know you wanted to be my strong little pirate, but you can be both.”

“Promise?”

“Swear it.” He grins like a little boy as he mockingly draws an X across his heart with his finger.

How can someone so deadly be so adorable?

Your instincts are flaring again, telling you to run, that once he sinks his claws into you, you’ll only ever be his. Nothing more, nothing less.

Maybe that doesn’t sound so bad, especially not with how good it feels when he buries his hand between your thighs, fingers playing in your wetness.

Shanks is equal parts messy and methodical, swirling his fingers around in your slick folds before rubbing his thumb over your already sensitive clit. You cry out, back arching and nails digging so deeply in his pillows you swear you hear fabric rip.

“Think I made you wet enough to take my cock already, don’t you?”

To prove his point, he slides his slick-drenched fingers between your lips, letting you taste yourself. You nod your affirmation as you suck against his skin, his eyes shining as you wrap your tongue around his fingers.

You eye his cock between his legs, preening at the thought of having him inside you. His cock is pretty, fat, already leaking and veins straining beneath silken skin. Red curls crawl up his toned stomach and you nearly drool around his fingers.

All you ever wanted was to be a pirate, but the sight of your captain’s cock has you content to be a whore.

“Been dreamin’ about you in my sheets ever since I found you, darlin’. Knew you were the one for me, my perfect girl.”

“Oh please,” you gasp as he draws his fingers from your mouth, dragging them down to your tit so he can pinch your nipple, “you know what praise does to me, Shanks.”

“Of course I do,” he sing-songs, grasping his dick and pushing his tip between your folds. He presses in, a cant of his hips shoving his cock halfway into your dripping hole. Your head falls back at the stretch, cooing at the feel of him.

Shanks is clearly done chasing you, mindset moved to capture, to take. He bottoms out and immediately starts moving, grinning as he watches your pussy lips drag along his length.

He wolf-whistles at the sight, making you flush with a strange mixture of embarrassment and pride. “Look at that pretty fucking pussy. So slutty already for me.”

Strong fingers push your thigh back, spreading you wide as he starts his pace.

“Now,” Shanks clicks his tongue against his teeth, “let’s see what it feels like when I make you cum around my cock.”

“You don’t, ah,” you gasp as his cockhead prods against a soft spot, “h-have to make me, I’ll—”

“Shh, I’ll take care of you, baby. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

There’s no time to think, not with how fast he acts, a simple look into your eyes has you shattering until you scream. The pleasure claws from your depths all over again, more intense now that your cunt has his fat cock to convulse around. You suck him in deep as you fall, bliss blooming over every nerve ending. Your toes curl, your nails cut into his shoulders, your stomach nearly hurts from the twisting of your orgasm.

“God damn, you feel so fucking good when you do that, get so tight around me.”

“Sh-Sha—mhm, fuck,” you try to protest, to say something, but the way his body moves into yours is like the mesmeric waves, lulling you into a headspace of drifting euphoria.

He’s all over you—hand in your hair, tongue sliding down your neck, lips sucking at the fat of your tits, teeth scraping along your curves. He’s all encompassing, snaking his arm behind your back until you're pressed against his thick chest and rocking with every thrust.

The orgasms have made you numb, all you feel is pure carnality, like now you just exist to fuck and be fucked.

For a moment you wonder if he’s still forcing it on you, but you decide you don’t care. He’s the only one who can make you feel like this, haki or no.

Shanks brushes his nose down your cheek, lips hot and wet as he kisses your skin, “Touch me, baby, be with me.”

Like puppetry, your hands trace his musculature, taking note of how his shoulders roll with every push and how his abdominal muscles stiffen whenever your cunt spasms from pleasure.

You kiss over the freckles on his shoulder, down to the thick bicep he no longer wraps in bandages.

He groans as your lips get close to where his arm used to be, a purr from deep in his chest like you’re too close to something vulnerable.

“Gonna take from you again, darlin.’ Gotta feel your cunt suck me dry.”

“N-no I can—I can do it, I can cum for you, promise.”

“Mhm, where’s the fun in that when I can just make you?”

His hand snakes around your body, letting you sink into the bed free of his hold. He teases your clit just because he can, because he likes watching you wiggle and writhe and whine beneath him.

You suck in a sob, “Please, just a little more, more, and I—”

Shanks’ haki feels like the warm licks of familiar fire. He burns because you let him too close, stared too long at the flames.

You’re sure he purposely brings the assault of his conqueror's power on slower, lets it bleed and blend with the ecstasy building from the sensitive pressure on your clit.

This crest is bigger, fuller, like you’ve been thrown from the Red Force into the toiling dark ocean. Only it’s boiling, scorching and tugging the pleasure from deep within your belly.

“Oh god,” you throw your head back and whine, “too hot.”

Shanks groans deep from his chest, fingers pausing on your clit as he feels you cum around him. His thighs shake, cock twitching and throbbing. Mean fingers dig into the softness of your belly like he’s clinging to sanity, holding himself back just enough to be in control.

“One more, baby.”

He starts thrusting again, a slow grind into your depths that has red curls kneading into your clit. You feel him in your guts, your heart, like the beat of blood in your veins.

“C-can’t, god, can’t, please.” Please no. Please yes. You’re back in an entanglement of emotions where no way is up, the sun still so far from underneath the waves.

Shanks buries his face in your neck, red hair fanning like embers across overheated skin.

He sucks at your pulse, flesh between his lips, “yes you can, my good girl. For me.”

You’re slammed into a new atmosphere, floating for seconds before being dragged back down, down to where you feel details of your name whispered against your throat and the pulsing of a thick cock as ropes of cum spill into tight, gummy walls.

“Fuuuucckk, oh g-god, Shanks, hurts, so good, shit—”

You babble until your mouth runs dry, anchored by your captain’s bruising grasp on your hip. He has you flush against his body, heavy breaths syncing as you both float up from hell.

It’s like waking up from a dream when he starts kissing you, all feather-light and reverent. He sits up and his lopsided smile seems so sincere.

“So proud of you, really thought you were gonna pass out there for a second.” He laughs playfully, blowing a stray red hair from his face.

All you do is whine and shift your sore hips, gasping at the feel of his cock still hard and deep inside you.

You’re not sure how much time passes before he pops his dick out—your heart beats are too erratic to count as seconds.

He sinks praises into your skin, kissing down your breasts, your belly, making you jerk when he kisses the mound of your pussy.

His breath is hot on your clit. That feeling has your mind shattering like porcelain, a sharp smack centering you straight back into reality. You sit up and stare at the scene before you, sharp-eyed prey watching a predator in the forest.

“Shanks, no, please, for the love of god—”

“No no no no, it’s okay,” he coos from between your legs, eyes closing and head cocking to the side as he smiles, “I’m not gonna take this one from you. Promise. Gonna let you do it all by yourself, nice and slow.”

It’s easy to forget that Shanks is a bad liar when he shoves his pretty face down to eat his cum from your pussy.

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luffystrawhat01 · 25 days ago

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Flirting For The Mission (Luffy, Sanji, Zoro)

_____ Pairings: Luffy x Reader; Sanji x Reader; Zoro x Reader Summary: You go undercover and flirt for information, your boyfriend doesn't particularly like it. Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Comfort, Harassment, Unwanted Touching/Kissing [One Piece Masterlist] _____

- Luffy -

The man in front of you is charming, or at least that's what he claims as he talks to you. "Women just can't seem to resist me it seems-" You force yourself not to sigh and not to leave your place next to him as you try to remind yourself what is at stake. Your crew was undercover again, on an island full of powerful enemies, and half of you had gotten captured. In desperate need of information, you had volunteered to flirt with this man, but you hoped the grimace on your face had contorted into a believable smile.

Fortunately for you, this man is so in love with himself he barely seems to notice, but unfortunately for you, it means you have to try a bit harder to get him to spill the information for you. You lean closer tilting your head in mock interest and you force a laugh from your throat at a tasteless joke he spills. He looks up and meets your gaze, eyes sparking in what seems to be surprise and desire; maybe he had finally looked at you properly instead of getting lost in his rants about himself.

A short distance away, Luffy, Zoro and Nami watch from a distance. Unfortunately for you, Nami had already been recognised by the enemy earlier on and so she hadn't been able to take your place, more required to keep a low profile. She was eying you carefully whilst Zoro indulged in drinks and Luffy indulged in the meal placed in front of him. In all honestly, Luffy had been so distracted by the prospect of food he had barely registered the plan that was actively taking place.

"Numi whe-re's [y/n], 'might be hungfy foo!!"

An irk mark rises on Nami's forehead as she hears Luffy's words muffled with the plates of food he devours. "She's trying to get us information, idiot! Were you even paying attention to the plan?!" She whisper-shouts to her Captain who tilts his head in utter confusion, hands not stopping as he continues to reach for food. "Reaflly? Where?" He swallows another plate-full harshly as he grabs a piece of meat. Nami nods her head in the direction of you.

You had leant even closer to the man in front of you, to the point where you were reaching for his hand and causing him to flush red at the proximity. You smiled prettily and gazed up and through your eyelashes, your dress revealing soft flesh that the man couldn't help but admire. He whispers something in your ear that has light laughter fill the air, though Luffy only thinks of the fact that it sounds more strained than usual. Your Captain doesn't know why a sudden twisting feeling erupts within him at the sight of you and him.

"Wow, so you're a commander of this lot, are you?" You say in what you hope is a teasing tone, playing with the man's hands in what you hope is a believable flirt. You nod to the others who are at the bar where you and some of your crew reside; at the men who enjoy their drinks and their meals. "Impressive, isn't it sweetheart? You know, we even captured some of the Strawhat crew this morning. They're nothing compared to our strength-" Finally, a glint of a true smile makes its way onto your face at his words. "Is that so..."

Back at the table, Luffy pouts and suddenly and surprisingly to Nami, slows the pace at which he eats as he watches you. "Why's she there with him?" Nami sighs deeply, though she looks proudly at the way you seem to be getting them the information they so require. "I told you, she's getting information. We need to find out where they're keeping Sanji and the others." Luffy's frown remains on his face. "Why can't we just beat them up?" Nami keeps her eyes trained on you. "Because we don't want unnecessary fighting-"

Her words seem to die on her tongue however as she witnesses a sight she wishes she didn't have to.

You had been about to leave the man in front of you, having got the information you required. But, in your distraction and excuses, you hadn't seen as he leant forward, and suddenly his lips were on yours. Freezing in utter shock, you pushed him back and away as bile rose within you. You see a flash of his confusion before all of a sudden he is flung from the seat in front of you, your boyfriend standing from his seat with an outstretched fist in the air.

Steam seems to unravel from Luffy's skin, his eyes sharp with an anger you have only seen in battles. He pulls his arm back to him from where he has punched the man who had harassed you. "Hey, what do you think you're doing to [y/n]!!" The man you had just taken information from was now unconscious, but his subordinates took notice of your boyfriend's actions. "Hey, it's Strawhat Luffy!!" Zoro takes it as a cue to retrieve his swords but it is for naught as Luffy goes on a rampage, fists flying along with the bodies of men.

You look on in shock until Luffy finally finishes and makes his way to you. "Luffy I-" But before you have the chance to continue, he has connected his own lips to yours, making your words falter in your mouth. When he lets go, Nami and Zoro are looking at you dumbfounded as Luffy grins at you. "There, all better." You blink in utter surprise until a soft, true smile reaches your face, causing Luffy's insides to churn in warmth. "Thank you, Luffy." Your boyfriend grins wider, satisfied with your contentedness.

"No more kissing for information next time! We can just beat them up!"

You continue to smile and try not to roll your eyes.

"... okay Luffy."

- Sanji -

"You expect me to stay here while that no-good, brainless, revolting, bastard touches my [y/n]-chan so carelessly?!"

Zoro's teeth clenched together in blunt irritation at the crew's cook who looks like he is about to explode from the utter rage that fills him. "Yes, now would you control yourself, damn cook?!" Sanji's anger remains on his face, fire building in his eyes at the nonchalant expression on Zoro's face, vastly contrasting his own. "Get out of my way!!" Sanji tries to side-step the swordsman who pulls out two of his swords. "She said she can handle it!"

There is then a flurry of movements as Sanji and Zoro attack each other, legs kicking and swords slicing. They continue only for a short moment, however, as Sanji hears your light laughter from within the building they wait for you outside. The two men pause, looking into a window and at the elaborate party that takes place from within it. As Zoro looks for potential threats, Sanji's eyes instantly go to you.

You are adorned in an utterly beautiful dress that elegantly glides across the space in which you walk side-by-side with a man you try to pry information from. Your group - the Sanji, Zoro, [y/n], group - had come to this Island later than other members of the crew after being separated. However, you had all learnt that Luffy and the others had been captured, resulting in the need to know exactly when and where. The place you were at now was large and full of enemies, so discretion was necessary, thus you volunteered to flirt with one of the executives in charge, much to Sanji's dismay.

Sanji's heart jolts in his chest as he looks at you from outside. How can you be so beautiful? You were like a goddess, an angel. But inside, Sanji felt as though he was also thrown into the pits of hell. The man you talked to was old and rich and completely enamoured by you it seemed. Your flirts and charm were working, as the man seemed entranced by the younger woman on his arm, showing such keen interest in him; Sanji's woman.

"So, powerful man, large mansion, elaborate party, what's the occasion?" You look up with sharp eyes glinting hypnotically; the older man is no match for you. "Well, we captured the Strawhat Crew this morning, if you could call that a source for celebration. Especially their Captain, though his bounty would only be enough to pay for this one party." You smile and let out light laughter, the sound like ringing bells to the man next to you, but it sounds strained to your boyfriend who listens in.

"Care for a drink?" The man holds out a glass of champagne, and you reach for it, but his hands linger and pull you closer to him so you are flush against his side. You force away the sick feeling in your chest and fight to keep the smile on your face at the sudden proximity of him against you. "Thank you," you murmur, as an uncomfortable feeling erupts within you. But you remind yourself you are so close, finally having heard the utterance of your Captain's presence here on this island. Your thoughts, however, are unlike Sanji's.

"That slimy bastard!"

Sanji's anger erupts with such vigour, that he is practically clawing at the glass he looks through, causing Zoro to have to push him back and away from the visibility of those inside. "Have you lost your mind?!" Zoro basically shouts at the cook, but Sanji retorts just as quickly. "Have you?! That's my girlfriend in there-" Zoro tries not to slice off the head of his crewmate, not understanding why he finds it so hard to let you just do what you need to do.

Lucky for him though, amid Sanji's incoherent rambling you have finished your task and were running up to them. "Hey, guys!! I got the information!" Sanji instantly freezes his words and turns, whilst Zoro finally lets his headache ease. "Finally-" "My Love!!" Sanji turns to you instantly, heart in his eyes at the sight of you still adorned in your dress. His hands however then reach for yours, suddenly as serious as his sudden happiness had come.

"Are you okay, love?" You smile gently at the concern that brims in his gaze but you nod easily, finding comfort in the presence of your boyfriend. "I'm fine, but I think we need to go quick before he notices I haven't just gone to the bathroom." Sanji seems to tense once more at the remembrance of the man and how he had touched you, but you seeing that, gently kiss his cheek before guiding him away. "Come on!" Sanji can't seem to say no to you as he nods hesitantly, all the while Zoro grumbles under his breath about how the show of your love has him nauseated and confused.

"Don't pull that lovey-dovey shit while I'm around-"

"Shut up Marimo!"

- Zoro -

"... I don't like this."

Zoro's voice was low as he eyed your figure by the bar, teeth gritted against the other. You were adorned in a beautiful black dress, one you know that he loves, one the man in front of you is enjoying a bit too much. "She'll be fine, she can handle this." Nami rolls her eyes at your protective boyfriend and the permanent frown on his face. He could trust you in battles to take down a thousand men, but not one at this bar who looks to you in clear desire.

"Why couldn't you do this?" Zoro sharply retorts, grip tightening against his bottle of sake to the point where it creaks beneath his fingers. "[y/n] knows these people, and you know we need to keep a low profile if we want to find where they're keeping Luffy and the others." Nami sighed as she thought of the crew who had somehow become captured again by powerful enemies. They needed information, and you were their best bet; it was the best plan they'd got.

Zoro stays silent to Nami's words, eyes not wavering from yours. He can see how you force a smile, hands lingering on the arms of the man in front of you flirty. You batted your eyelashes and laughed, making Zoro's insides churn. He tries to control his emotions and his haki that threatens to spill out from within him, cursing the way you have him so wrapped around your finger. He takes a rough swing of his beverage and continues to brood in the low lighting of the room next to Nami.

You, on the other hand, are getting bored beyond your mind listening to this man talk to you about his role on this vast Island controlled by pirates. The only reason you knew anything of these pirates was because their Captain had taken a liking to you many years ago, before you joined Luffy. But now you see how lucky you were that you rejected his advances to join such a revolting crew. The man in front of you reeks at the proximity you both share and his hand is coming dangerously close to your upper thigh.

"We actually captured a bunch of rookie pirates tonight, the crew of some idiot with a straw hat." The man continuously seems to lose himself to the alcohol in his grasp, but your heart jumps at the mention of your Captain's name. Finally. But just as you are about to get him to expand, that is when his lingering hand finally grasps for the flesh of your upper thigh, his yellowed teeth flashing beneath a sickening smirk. "So, sweetheart-" His words are cut short with the sound of shattering glass.

"Zoro!" Nami whisper-scolds the swordsman and tries to tug him back to his seat to very little avail. "That bastard..." The shattering of glass had been from Zoro's bottle of sake, its contents now spilt upon the table and his unrest causing many eyes to turn to them. But Zoro doesn't care anymore. All he sees is the uncomfortable expression on your face, the grimace that you try to contort to a smile, the hands of a man that isn't his on your figure; the woman he's meant to protect. He witnesses you try to pry back the attention of the man as you lean close to him, making him sick.

"Zoro, come on, please!" Nami continues to whisper as eyes still linger on her and the swordsman. Zoro finally turns to meet eyes with the navigator and her touch falters on his shirt as she looks at the deadly glint in his eyes. Zoro knows what is at stake, but isn't used to being forced to stay put when you are so uncomfortable. He knows what is at stake, but at what cost? At least on battlefields, he can step in if he deems it necessary. He grits his teeth defeatedly and sits back down, eyes now trained on the table to try to control himself.

It feels like eons when you finally make your way back to them.

"Okay, I know where they are we can go now!" Zoro's eyes snap upwards to meet your warm gaze, before travelling behind you to the man asleep on the bar table, most likely your doing. His hand itches for his sword to go and make sure that when the man wakes, he will have no wretched hands any longer, but he recedes. "Let's go," Zoro's voice is short and sharp and he avoids your gaze. Nami rolls her eyes once more at his attitude as you give her a questioning glance, but she shrugs in response as you go to lead them to the crew.

Only a few moments pass when Nami goes to find the keys to where the crew are confined and you go to Zoro who leans against the wall of the room you are yet to enter. "Zoro," you murmur as his gaze reluctantly meets yours. "Are you mad? Look, it was all just to get information, you know I wasn't flirting with that guy on purpose I-" Zoro cuts you off sharply, as he eyes the way your eyebrows furrow together and he realises his anger of the revolting man had seemed like anger towards you.

"I know. I trust you."

Your eyes widen in surprise, and even more so when a slight flush reaches the tips of his ears. Your surprise then morphs into a sigh and a smile lingers on your face as you realise he had just been worried for you, and most likely trying not to commit murder of the man you had to manipulate for information. "If you want some consolation, I did give him a good punch to the ribs before he was knocked out." You whisper as you reach for his hand that had been clenched into a fist. It instantly unravels at your touch as he allows you to hold it and you guide it to the side of your thigh where the man had touched you.

Zoro's eyebrows seem to furrow, but he seems to concede to your words as he traces your figure, trying to eliminate the man's touch from your skin. "That's my girl." You grin as you look up to him when Nami sprints back to you, a hoard of men on her heels. "[y/n]!! Zoro!! Deal with them!!" In her grasp is the key to your crew's confinement and Zoro smirks as he readies his swords, seemingly more at ease now that you are next to him again.

"Mind if I take care of them?"

"By all means."

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luffystrawhat01 · 27 days ago

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─── 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 .

# with monkey d. luffy.

when it came to food and you, luffy was insatiable. it was only fair that he had a simultaneous taste of both.

⎰ & KINKTOBER, day four. smut (mdni!) food play. cunninglingus. overstimulation. afab!reader. fingering.

countless of battles — from smaller to the most tremendous — had led the crew to this specific, well-common, instance. the feast thereafter. reconquered freedom that brought forth gratefulness from the common people, a convergence all but willing to offer their food and gold and music as the symbol of their gratitude. sanji’s warnings — our captain is a black-hole; marimo will empty your cellar and it still won’t be enough — more often than not fell on deaf ears, forcing your cook to retreat and relax, at least for once.

the celebration at hand had been lasting longer than anticipated: four entire days, with no ending in sight. you were used to pushing your limits, lingering regardless of the gradual tiredness, for once you announced your retreat, luffy would soon follow. and you hated the thought of being the one depriving him from the feast — especially since luffy was its main attraction. yet, apart from the monster trio with their inhuman resilience, the entire crew opted to return to their rooms in the country’s palace hours — days — prior. and you, too, were exhausted.

luffy busied himself with the locals and the buffet, so you figured it’d be easier to leave without being noticed. of course, that was far from the case. the second you started to tiptoe away, his head snapped towards you, a glint of delayed understanding explicit in his eyes.

he swallowed an entire chunk of meat with one go, burped, and announced: “I’M LEAVING!”

the locals began their failed coercion, offering sweets and beverages and first-course meals, but luffy was as obstinate as he was strong, and ignored their pleads for the sake of your comfort. however, he was still luffy. he outstretched a rubber arm, hugging an alarming amount of food and pressing it against his chest — a frosted cake the size of a human being following-in-suit — while the other arm wrapped itself around you. as predicted, when luffy pulled you towards him, the entire front of your figure was smashed against said sweet and covered in white cream. he all but laughed, licking it off your cheek before grabbing the palace’s construction and sending the pair of you flying towards it.

was it not for your presence, luffy would have taken solid hours to find the way back to the shared room. meaning he didn’t question your authority when you started to drag him, half-listening to his excited words — those a tad incomprehensible whenever he stuffed his face with the stolen food. upon entering the room, however, he at last noticed your silence, his glance a burning sensation in the back of your head.

“you’re not ok,” not a question; a statement. luffy had a dozen flaws, yet being emotionally unintelligent was far from one of them — especially when those he loved were concerned.

“i’m tired,” you mumbled, containing the urge to brush the sleep off your eyes, for your hand was smeared.

“let’s sleep then!” he beamed, shoving the food into his mouth.

his lower body remained round until the starting process of digestion. he hadn’t been able to eat the entire cake in one go — which was a surprise of itself — but perhaps he decided to save it for later. you were quick to dodge his efforts to pin you down on the bed, retreating to the corner near the door.

“c’moooon,” luffy whined, wrapping his arms around you, staining your skin and clothes further. “we need to sleep when we’re tired. and you need energy! because you won’t focus on me otherwise, and that’s no fun!”

a small smile made its way to your face, but you couldn’t help the hesitation whatsoever. “can’t do, luf. i need to take a shower.”

the whipped cream was the least of your issues. luffy had stolen a city-worth amount of food, and you were smashed right against it. from cake, to cookie crumbs, to meat and fruit juices. upon dressing yourself four days past, you hadn’t taken into account that your lover would decide to turn you into a walking buffet. the dress you wore was ruined and provided no protection whatsoever, hence why your thighs, too, were dripping with a combination of tastes.

luffy blinked, his grip tight enough to support your limp muscles. when his mind wrapped around the meaning of your words, he groaned. “but the bathing suites are on the opposite side of the palace.”

“i know,” you sighed, tapping his arm lightly so that he’d let you go. he didn’t.

“why haven’t you said so? i would’ve sent us there instead!”

“figured you’d rather wait here. there’s more space for you to eat and no vapor to ruin the cake; besides, if i had taken you with me, you’d have to wait outside, and i doubt it’d have been fun for you.”

luffy laughed, the sound of it contagious. “fun is wherever you are, silly!”

the affectionate words had you melting, but you refrained from answering, for luffy wore his usual “thinking” expression — pouted lips and narrowed eyes, nothing but an adorable sight. when his face brightened up yet again, you braced yourself for whatever plan he came up with.

“well, if you’re too tired to go there, i’ll just wipe you clean!”

“there’s not enough water or towels here—oh!”

luffy’s tongue claimed the flesh of your face, a long stripe from your chin to your temple. whipped cream stained his lips and he, too, licked it, beaming.

“you and food all at once, shishishi,” you closed your eyes as he lapped at your face yet again, coating it with saliva. “that’s great!”

he prepared his knees for a jump, his eyes aimed at the bed. you were but helpless in his embrace, and had to tug at his — freshly — dirty cheek to catch his attention.

“wait, i don’t want to stain the bed!”

he hummed. “that’s fine! i can clean you on the floor!”

as the wood for sure would have hurt you, for it was not as soft as the mattress, luffy laid you down with surprisingly tenderness, grinning to himself as he hovered above your figure. his wide eyes scanned your face and body; his mouth all but watered. it seemed as though he was conflicted with where to start.

his lips found the side of your neck, giggling as the cream and crumbs smeared his nose. luffy was sniffing you, searching for specifics. rather than to decide which part of your body to clean, he chose which food he wanted to taste first.

“found it!” he beamed, sucking on the flesh of your throat. you gasped, unable to squirm as his hands had you pinned down.

luffy hummed with pure bliss; tongue swirling and teeth scraping. he was famished, mouth wide and a cascate of saliva trailing down your cleavage as he devoured the aimed essence. luffy, then, strived to wipe the desserts, drowning his face on your neck, claiming the sweetness that lingered.

his presence ensued in gradual pressure as he lost the previous giddiness, leaning closer until mere inches separated his hovering chest from your own. he was moaning in delight; swallowing it all. without the barriers from the cream, his tongue had guaranteed access to your bare flesh, and luffy couldn’t help the constant biting, his smeared lips doing nothing to wipe you clean — having rather the opposite effect. the tiredness, combined with his touch and pleased moaning, had you growing sensible.

luffy raised his head and glimpsed at you. his lips held a tinge of chocolate, and he swiped a thumb on your skin, laughing as he smeared your lips with the cream. something seemed to have shifted within him at the sight of your mouth coated white; your tongue lolling out to clean it. his eyes glanced down to your cleavage, a finger teasing the fabric of your dress.

“i can’t clean you if you’re dressed,” he stated, toying with the straps. luffy’s fist clenched around the hem, tugging it above your head. you had raised your arms in order to be of use, and was surprised at the sudden lick of his tongue, starting on the inner area of your upper arm, reaching your wrist.

he curiously glanced at your armpit, and you dodged his attempt to shove his face into it. “luffy!”

he pouted. “it was dirty too!”

“you’re not licking my armpit!”

as expected, when one considered his poor attention span, luffy’s glance fell on your cleavage, and he hummed pleasantly to himself, groping your breasts. “found something better.”

he latched his mouth on the flesh, the loud sound of slurping commanding the ambience as he drank the fruits’ juices and cream off it. luffy pressed his knee in between your legs, applying pressure on your cunt. you mewled, trembling hands gripping his hair.

luffy’s pupils were blown when he stared at you, voice rough and demanding. “where’s the meat?”

he caressed your ankle before placing it above his shoulder, fingers tapping on it to grasp your attention.

“my thighs,” you whispered meekly.

another glance at your figure had him grinning — all teeth and lust. “your abdomen is dirty still. we can’t have that.”

you raised an eyebrow in confusion, for your dress had managed to shelter pieces of your skin from the onslaught of food. your abdomen had been the solemn spared inch. yet, luffy had outstretched his arm to grab a chunk of the cake, and he slapped your flesh with cream, smearing it all over from your ribs to your belly-button.

the forethought retort died at the tip of your tongue when his own worked its magic, wiping it off your flesh. luffy kept his knee pressed against your cunt, rutting his hips as he licked long, disgusting stripes on your front. spit dripped from your body to the ground, and you spasmed, rolling your eyes in an attempt to match his pace. luffy sucked on the flesh, grunting as he left a dozen bites, teeth digging into it and tongue soothing the maimed spots.

he trailed his mouth lower, reaching the waistband of your panties, removing his knee. you had no time to mewl at the lack of contact, for luffy began to drag his tongue along the inner thigh above his shoulder, moaning loudly as the taste of meat overlapped with that of your own sweat. he slurped as though a man starved, chasing the food juices, sucking on your thigh and dragging his teeth lower on your leg.

luffy bit on it harshly, dragging a gasp out of your mouth. he then moved towards the other leg, repeating the process with twice as fervor, though his glance was tethered to your cunt — wetness pooling through the fabric of your panties. he abandoned your thigh altogether, tugging on the waistband, licking his lips. luffy lost his patience, tearing the underwear from your body, and latching his face to your cunt.

the suddenness had you gasping; gripping his hair as a form of anchoring. luffy shoved two fingers into your intimacy, lapping at your folds as a man starved, rubbing his nose against your clit. he moaned and swallowed, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves, scissoring your insides. your back arched, and he observed you through his eyelashes, stretching his free hand to pinch your nipples.

luffy’s head retreated, though the ministrations of his fingers remained. he eyed the forgotten cake, eyes glinting with an idea he sure deemed brilliant. the sudden absence of him on your cunt had you groaning; begging. he all but ignored you, drowning his fingers in cream and shoving it inside his mouth, sucking on his own flesh and tasting at the merge of your essence and the dessert.

luffy beamed. “delicious!”

he fisted yet another chunk of cake, and before you could process his actions, luffy had cream whipped on your cunt, smiling to himself in satisfaction. you were given a brief second to collect your breathing before he shoved his tongue inside, pumping the cream. luffy groaned, drowning his nose amidst your folds. he dared not use his fingers, for the cream was but a blessing to his mouth. instead, he gripped your thigh, pumping his tongue inside and out.

your toes curled at the odd sensation born from the cream texture in your walls. luffy’s attempt to wipe it all; to swallow; had his tongue moving in an erratic manner, tearing a moan of bliss. he licked a stripe on your folds, latching his mouth around your clit, collecting the cream.

“it’s bittersweet,” he stated, his chin dripping down with your essence; nose stuffed with the white sweet. luffy licked his lips; cracked his neck.

a deep breath had him returning to your cunt, lapping at your folds with loud slurping sounds. he licked long, warm stripes on your outer lips.

“luffy,” you whined, tugging at his hair. “fingers, too. please.”

he complied, shoving his middle-finger inside, stretching it. you could feel it gradually fill you up; the tip curling and brushing on your cervix. you cried out the second his mouth returned to your clit, hollowed cheeks applying pressure before his tongue began with its usual swirling, the fast pace causing you to tremble; your legs a melting mess.

the finger around your nipple twisted it; the cream melted on his nose due to the warmth of your fluids.

“so good,” he moaned in awe, moving his head and nose to the sides, breathing you in.

luffy added yet another outstretched finger, pumping the pair in-and-out while his mouth busied itself with your labia. the knot at the pit of your stomach tightened and loosened; your tongue lolled out ever-so-slightly and you grew quite sure that luffy had managed to steal the movement of your legs.

“luffy—”

“i’m hungry,” he interrupted, tearing his face off your cunt for the briefest instance to observe you with a darkening glance. “serve me more food.”

you whimpered, and luffy maintained eye-contact as he swiped the last of the whipped cream from your urethra, challenging you to disobey. a broken moan bloomed at the pressure he held, and your orgasm was a devastating cascate. luffy was quick to remove his fingers and replace them with your mouth, swallowing your cum faster than it came out, chasing it within your walls with his tongue.

when he, at last, grew satisfied, he licked his fingers, staring at your limp figure on the ground. luffy hovered above you, licking your lower lip.

“love is sharing food,” he stated, lolling his tongue out to show it coated white with both the cream and your cum. “open up.”

his kiss was bruising. his covered cock rutted against your thigh. there was still some cake left — and luffy was famished.

— 🐈‍⬛ : another day, another kinktober!

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luffystrawhat01 · 28 days ago

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My babies

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luffystrawhat01 · 28 days ago

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Watch your mouth

Ya'll fucking with fear play?

~~~~~

"Fuck you."

the words left your mouth without even realizing, an instinctual curse as a response to your boyfriend finally- finally- sinking his cock inside you. He was torturing you this whole time; hours spent between your legs where he edged you over and over again, driving you crazy with his skilled fingers and tongue. He ignored your countless pleas to just fuck you already, having a lot more fun devolving you into a blubbering mess. So when he finally pushed his length inside your dripping, stretched out cunt, you gasped out a curse that was more meant to convey your satisfaction but of course, that's not what he interpreted from it.

"What was that?"

"Nothing- nothing- sorry-"

"Did you just curse at me?"

"Nononono- I didn't- I didn't-"

"No? Really? Because it sounded to me like you said 'go fuck yourself'. Was I wrong?"

"Nono- I wasn't serious- I couldn't control it- Please- I didn't mean-"

Uzui clicked his tongue at your babbles and whimpers, your words getting lost among your ramblings.

"Five. Four. Three-"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it- I didn't mean it!" you whined, your heart leaping in your throat at the countdown, your instincts immediately taking over in fear of him reaching one.

"So you did curse at me."

"I did b-but it was an accident! I promise- I didn't mean to say it."

"I bet it was cause I know you're not that fucking stupid that you think cursing me out is a good idea. What were you even thinking?"

"I wasn't- I wasn't thinking Daddy. I'm sorry! Please- please-"

"Where's your hairbrush?"

"Daddy- please!" you babbled, heart jumping up to your throat at the implication, your behind already stinging just from the idea of what he was going to do to it, "I'll be good. I'll be so good for you Daddy please- please don't spank me!"

"If you're going to be good for me, you have to prove it. Now tell me where it is before you piss me off even more."

Rengoku tilted his head like a dog confused, his lower lip jutting out in a pout, eyebrows furrowed like he was about to cry even as he pushed his whole cock inside you, inches burying deep in your weeping cunt.

"Why would you curse at me, my love? That really hurt my feelings..."

"Sorry- i'm sorry- I didn't mean it- hah-"

"No? You didn't mean it?" he asked, hissing as your cunt throbbed around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as his heavy balls pressed against you, "Then why did you say it? Don't you know your words have meaning?"

"I know- i'm sorry- it was instinct!" you cried out, whimpering as he stayed completely still inside of you, his body pressed against yours, rendering you unmovable underneath his weight.

"You wanna show me how sorry you are?" "Y-Yes- okay-" "Yeah? Then we're going to stay like this." "W-What?"

"Yeah~" he cooed, tickling your nose with his own, "You're going to cockwarm me for as long as I want. If you're really sorry, you'll do this for me, right?"

Sanemi gripped your face harshly, growling as he squished your cheeks between his fingers, forcing a silly pout on your face.

"Do you think I’m stupid?" he warned, grip unwavering at your whimpers,

"No- no- sorry- I didn't mean to Daddy!"

"Fucking brat. Just when I was going to take pity on you- you cuss me out?"

He ignored your continued apologies as his free hand went down to your ankle to grab at your panties that was still dangling off of it. Bunching it into a ball, he roughly shoved it into your mouth, muffling your squeals as you tasted your own essence, the fabric soaking up the remaining saliva in your mouth. He then flipped you over, a hand on the back of your head before pushing your face down on the mattress harshly.

You gasped against your panties as he pressed his cock against your entrance, the heat of his fat tip kissing your pussy making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Fuck. You were in for a night.

"You know, I was going to be nice." he said, gripping the base of his cock before he started to push inside you again, "Make love to you for being so good for me. Too bad. That's off the table now."

Gyomei pressed a heavy hand onto your chest, pressing down gently and that was enough to get you to stop talking.

"You know I don't like it when you lie. And you know I don't like it when you curse."

"It-It was instinct- no like- not instinct but-" you whimpered, "I didn't mean it Sir, I promise!"

"I don't care. You never curse at me. Understand?"

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Sir."

"Why have I told you not to curse?"

You sniffled, thinking back to your training- "B-Because I'm a strong and intelligent w-woman and I don't need to use b-bad words to- hah- to make my point."

"Good girl. I'm glad you remember. But we're stopping here."

"No- please- please- don't stop-"

He pressed down on your chest more, making you whimper as you bit back your words. He always knows how to render you speechless with just a touch. With just a word.

"You need to learn. You're going to suck me off and once I cum down your throat, we're going to bed. You'll be lucky if I decide to touch you tomorrow. Now, get on your knees."

Obanai raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by your whines and whimpers of apologies as he brought a hand up and wrapped his fingers around your neck. You gasped, air getting caught in your pipe as he choked you, fingers gripped you tightly from the sides.

"Since you can't control your potty mouth, maybe you don't need to speak at all." your boyfriend said, tightening his grip on your neck as he pushed back inside of you, walls parting for his meaty cock. You grit your teeth, mouth opening in a pathetic attempt to moan but you just felt lightheaded, your man giving you just enough to keep breathing but not enough to speak or gasp.

"That's better, isn't it?" he asked rhetorically, looking down at you with a dark look in his eyes, "Dumb little thing like you doesn't need to use words. Especially since you can't think before you speak."

He knew you could take it as you were a formidable Hashira yourself- a bit of choking wasn't going to really hurt you but you could feel his cock grow harder inside you as you struggled, gurgling nonsense as your eyes filled with tears, overtaken by the various sensations.

"S-Sor- I- Sorr-"

"Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and take my cock."

Giyuu clicked his tongue as he took his cock away from your cunt, ignoring your cries of protest. He stroked himself once before he started to crawl up, pinning your body down as he did. Eventually, he reached your chest, giving a nipple a harsh pinch and a twist to make you control yourself, unable to focus on babbling apologies as you had to focus on the pleasurable pain.

"Are you done?" he asked coldly, referring to your cries. You nodded quickly, gasping as he let go of your tit. "Good." he said before crawling up some more. You stayed still, obediently waiting as he straddled your face, knees on either side of your head as he towered over you.

"Open."

You obeyed, opening your mouth wide. He not so gently started sliding his cock into you, able to taste a little bit of your own juices as he did. While he'd usually take it slow, now he pushed in inch after inch, not stopping even as he hit the back of your throat.

You gagged around him, eyes starting to water as he mercilessly drove his dick into your mouth, his thick member sliding down your throat. Your legs kicked up and down as he stuffed himself balls deep, the tuft of hair on the base of his cock tickling your nose. You tired your best to breathe, blood rushing to your face, making you dizzy.

He rolled his hips against your face, a whisper of a laugh leaving his lips before he started to move, thrusting his hips back and forth, making you gag and choke as he started fucking your face.

"Since I don't have soap to wash your mouth out, my cum will have to do."

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luffystrawhat01 · 28 days ago

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“short dick”

oh. oh you shouldn’t say that to him.

Cuz he’d slam into you — one smooth, brutal thrust that knock the air from your lungs.

poor you.

Your back arched off the bed, a strangled moan ripping from your throat as your pussy clenched violently around him. He was deep — so deep it felt like he’d split you in half, buried to the hilt and grinding slow, like he wanted to push deeper still.

It was too much. Too soon. Too fucking full.

You clawed at his shoulders, trying to breathe, your mouth open but no sound escaping.

His grip tightened around your hips as he pinned you down. “Not so short, huh, babe ?”

He pulled out only halfway — and slammed back in, hard enough to bounce you against the mattress.

You cried out, tears burning your eyes from the sheer intensity. Your body was already overstimulated, every nerve screaming — but he didn’t stop. He set a brutal rhythm, each thrust measured and devastating, the thick length of him bottoming out every time.

You could feel it — the blunt head of his cock grinding against your cervix with each deep stroke, the obscene squelch of slick between your thighs every time his hips collided with yours. The sounds were filthy. Shameful. Unrelenting.

“Listen to that,” he growled, leaning close, his mouth at your ear as he fucked you deeper still. “That’s how bad your pussy needs this.”

You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t think. Your body was a trembling, soaked mess beneath him — your thighs shaking violently as he used you like he owned you.

And right now, he did.

He hooked one of your legs up over his shoulder, opening you further, angling his hips just right—then drove deeper.

You cried out.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “And this is short ?”

He held you there, hips grinding in slow, tight circles with his cock sheathed impossibly deep inside you. The pressure was unbearable. Your walls fluttered violently around him, every twitch of his cock dragging against something that made your vision white out.

“I can feel you tightening,” he murmured. “You’re going to come. Right on this big cock.”

“Ah—please—too much—‘m sorry!” Your voice was slurred, ruined, helpless.

“Take it now.”

He didn’t stop. He didn’t let up. His pace returned — relentless now, brutal and grinding. Each thrust pushed you higher, deeper, until your body snapped.

Your orgasm hit like a scream — a full-body, shaking release that tore through your gut and flooded your core. Your pussy clamped around him, milking his cock as your hips bucked uselessly beneath him, nails digging into his back.

He didn’t slow down. He rode you through it, making you take every inch as you convulsed under him.

You barely processed the low growl vibrating from his chest.

Then he grabbed both your thighs, yanked them up around his waist, and fucked you harder than before — rutting deep, fast, animalistic now. The bed slammed into the wall. Your moans turned to broken cries. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

And then you felt it — him — thick and twitching inside you, his grip bruising your hips as he plunged one last time and emptied himself.

Hot. Deep. So much.

You whimpered at the fullness, the warmth of it flooding your raw cunt as his cock pulsed inside you.

He didn’t pull out.

He didn’t move.

He just stayed, deep and thick inside your stretched hole, watching you twitch beneath him — used, overflowing, completely ruined.

“You feel that?” he rasped, hand sliding down your stomach, palm pressing low just above your mound. “Right there. That’s how far in I am.”

You gasped — you could feel it inside you, the weight, the heat, the thick shape of him stretching you from the inside out.

“Next time,” he murmured darkly, brushing a hand down your throat, “you think twice before speaking like a brat.”

Your thighs were still shaking.

You nodded, lips parted, unable to speak.

But your body? It was already begging for a second round.

-> w your favs ;)

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luffystrawhat01 · 28 days ago

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𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝗧𝗪: 𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗡, 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘, 𝗙 𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗟, 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡, 𝗦𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚

The sound of Iruka’s voice filled the classroom as he droned on about chakra control, but your attention was divided. On one side of you, Naruto sat fidgeting, tapping his pencil loudly against his desk, clearly uninterested in the lecture. On the other side, Sasuke sat with his usual brooding expression, eyes fixed on the blackboard but occasionally glancing in your direction.

“Psst! (Y/N)!” Naruto whispered, nudging your arm. “Want to skip this and go train later? I can show you my awesome new jutsu!”

Before you could answer, Sasuke’s quiet voice cut through. “You’re distracting her. If you actually paid attention, you might learn something useful.”

Naruto turned to glare at Sasuke. “Oh, shut up, Mr. Perfect. Not all of us are born with a stick up our—”

“Enough!” Iruka slammed his hand on the desk, his patience clearly wearing thin. “Naruto, Sasuke, if you can’t keep it down, you’ll both stay after class and clean the training grounds!”

Naruto pouted but sank back into his seat, muttering under his breath. Sasuke smirked faintly, victorious as always. You sighed, caught in the middle of their endless bickering.

As the class broke for lunch, you found a shady spot under a tree, enjoying the brief moment of peace. But it didn’t last long. Naruto appeared first, holding a slightly charred bento box he had clearly made himself.

“Ta-da!” he exclaimed proudly, holding it out to you. “I made this just for you, (Y/N)! It’s got extra rice balls and—uh, well, just ignore the burnt parts.”

You smiled at his effort, about to thank him, when Sasuke appeared, holding a neatly prepared bento that looked like it had been crafted by a professional chef. He silently handed it to you, ignoring Naruto’s outraged gasp.

“You can’t just show up with a fancy bento and expect her to pick yours!” Naruto shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Sasuke.

Sasuke shrugged, his tone calm. “Why not? It’s better than whatever mess you made.”

Naruto growled, ready to pounce, but you quickly stepped between them. “Guys, it’s fine! I’ll just—” You froze, realizing you couldn’t pick one without upsetting the other.

Before you could decide, Iruka called from the distance. “Naruto! Sasuke! Stop causing a scene and get back to class!”

Reluctantly, they both retreated, glaring daggers at each other.

Later that day, Iruka paired the three of you for sparring practice. Naruto grinned widely, thrilled at the chance to show off.

“Alright, (Y/N), let’s see if you can keep up!” he said, throwing a kunai your way. You dodged easily, smirking.

The match was playful at first, with Naruto trying his best to impress you while you countered his every move. But when Sasuke joined in, the mood shifted. His attacks were precise and calculated, his dark eyes never leaving yours.

Naruto quickly grew frustrated. “Hey, Sasuke! Stop hogging all the attention!”

Sasuke didn’t respond, instead launching another kunai that landed inches from your feet. “Focus, (Y/N). You’ll need to work harder to keep up.”

Naruto, determined not to be outdone, charged in. “I’ll show you who’s the better teammate!” But his footing slipped, and he crashed into you, sending both of you tumbling to the ground.

“Idiot,” Sasuke muttered, pulling you to your feet while glaring at Naruto, who was laughing sheepishly.

The academy’s annual festival was the highlight of the year, and you were excited to enjoy it with your friends. But the moment you arrived, Naruto was by your side, practically glued to your arm.

“Come on, (Y/N)! Let’s play some games! I’ll win you the biggest prize!” he declared, dragging you toward a dart-throwing booth.

Sasuke, who had been silently watching from the shadows, followed closely. When Naruto missed his first few throws, Sasuke stepped in, effortlessly hitting the bullseye every time.

“I wasn’t even trying!” Naruto huffed, crossing his arms as Sasuke handed you the plush fox he’d won.

“Sure you weren’t,” Sasuke replied with a smirk.

The tension between them was palpable, and you tried to lighten the mood. “Why don’t we all go to the food stalls? I heard they have—”

Before you could finish, Naruto grabbed your hand. “Great idea! Let’s go, (Y/N)!”

But Sasuke wasn’t about to let him steal the moment. Grabbing your other hand, he said calmly, “She can decide where she wants to go.”

Caught between them, you laughed nervously. “How about we all just stick together?”

As the festival went on, their possessiveness became more apparent. Naruto insisted on staying by your side at all times, loudly proclaiming that he was “keeping you safe.” Meanwhile, Sasuke kept shooting glares at anyone who so much as looked your way, his silent intensity making people back off without a word.

At one point, a classmate approached you, nervously asking if you wanted to check out the fireworks with them. Before you could answer, Naruto stepped forward, grinning but with a dark edge to his tone.

“Sorry, but she’s already with us. Maybe next time!”

The classmate quickly retreated, and you frowned. “Naruto, that was rude!”

Naruto pouted. “I was just helping! You don’t need anyone else when you’ve got us, right?”

Sasuke added quietly, “He’s right. You should be careful who you trust.”

Their words left a strange feeling in your chest, but you brushed it off, chalking it up to their overprotectiveness.

As the fireworks lit up the night sky, you found yourself standing between Sasuke and Naruto once again. Both boys seemed unusually quiet, their gazes focused entirely on you.

“(Y/N),” Naruto began, his voice softer than usual. “You’re… really important to me, you know? I’ll always protect you.”

Sasuke nodded, his dark eyes piercing yours. “Me too. No matter what happens, I’ll make sure no one hurts you.”

Their words felt heavier than they should have, and for a moment, you wondered if there was more to their feelings than they were letting on. But as they both smiled at you—Naruto’s wide and bright, Sasuke’s faint and reserved—you decided to let it go, enjoying the moment of peace between them.

Little did you know, their rivalry was far from over, and their obsession with you was only just beginning.

The Formation of Team 7

The warm sunlight filtered into the classroom as the academy buzzed with excitement. Today was the day the teams would be announced, and the tension in the air was palpable. Naruto was practically vibrating in his seat, rocking back and forth as he waited for Iruka to call his name.

You were seated between Naruto and Sakura, the two people you were closest to at the academy. Naruto’s boundless energy had always been infectious, and Sakura was like a sister to you—supportive, kind, and always willing to lend a listening ear.

“I hope we get put on the same team,” Sakura whispered, leaning toward you with a hopeful smile. “It’d be so much fun working together!”

You nodded eagerly. “Fingers crossed. I can’t imagine doing this without you.”

Naruto, overhearing your conversation, immediately butted in. “What about me? You’d miss me too, right?”

You laughed softly. “Of course, Naruto. Who else is going to keep us entertained?”

Naruto puffed up his chest proudly, grinning from ear to ear. On your other side, Sasuke scoffed under his breath, his usual stoic demeanor masking the fact that he’d been eavesdropping on your conversation the entire time. Iruka finally called for silence, and the classroom fell into an anticipatory hush.

“For Team 7, we have…” Iruka began, scanning his clipboard. “Naruto Uzumaki…”

“Yes!” Naruto pumped his fist in the air, shooting you a triumphant grin.

“…Sakura Haruno…”

Sakura let out a quiet cheer, glancing at you with hopeful eyes.

“…Sasuke Uchiha…”

Naruto’s grin faltered instantly. “What?! Why do I have to be on a team with that guy?”

Sasuke remained silent, though the faintest smirk tugged at his lips. His gaze briefly flickered toward you.

“And finally…” Iruka continued, “(Y/N) (L/N).”

Your name was barely out of Iruka’s mouth before Naruto shot out of his seat, pointing dramatically at Iruka. “No way! You mean I’m on the same team as (Y/N)?! Best team ever!”

Sasuke gave Naruto a dark look, clearly irritated by his outburst. “Sit down, idiot. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Naruto glared back at him. “What’d you say, Sasuke?!”

“Enough,” Iruka sighed, rubbing his temples. “Team 7, meet on the roof in 10 minutes to meet your jōnin leader.” The four of you sat in a loose circle, waiting for your sensei to arrive. Naruto sat as close to you as possible, practically leaning into your side, while Sasuke sat a few feet away, arms crossed and glaring at the blond.

Sakura, sensing the tension, leaned over and whispered, “Looks like you’ve got two shadows now.”

You chuckled nervously, brushing it off. “They’re just excited. It’s our first day as a team, after all.”

Naruto suddenly turned to you with a determined expression. “(Y/N), you’re gonna stick with me during missions, right? I’ll protect you no matter what!”

Before you could respond, Sasuke cut in. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. She’ll need someone reliable.” His dark eyes locked onto yours. “I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

Naruto bristled, standing up and pointing at Sasuke. “What’s that supposed to mean?! I’m plenty reliable!”

“Quiet down,” Sasuke said coldly, “before you scare off our sensei.”

Naruto lunged forward, and you quickly grabbed his sleeve to stop him. “Guys, come on. Can we try to get along for at least one day?”

Sasuke’s gaze softened slightly at your words, though he didn’t say anything. Naruto pouted but reluctantly sat back down.

Moments later, Kakashi appeared, looking as uninterested as ever. “Hmm… Team 7. You look lively.”

Naruto immediately stood up. “Kakashi-sensei! We’re ready to take on any mission! Just give us something cool—like fighting bandits or finding treasure!”

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “We’ll start with introductions. Your name, your likes, your dislikes, and your dreams for the future.”

One by one, you went around the circle. Naruto’s introduction was loud and full of ambition, proclaiming his dream to become Hokage. Sakura’s was sweet but clearly focused on her hopes of becoming a strong kunoichi.

When it was Sasuke’s turn, he gave his usual curt response, speaking of revenge and his desire to grow stronger. But you couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze lingered on you as he spoke, as if silently adding and to protect you to his goals.

Finally, it was your turn. You spoke about your dreams of becoming a great ninja, your love for your friends, and your desire to make a difference. Naruto and Sasuke both hung onto your every word, though their reactions couldn’t have been more different—Naruto beamed with pride, while Sasuke’s expression grew more serious, as if silently vowing to support your dream. Kakashi’s first test as your sensei was a challenge: steal the bells from him before noon. Naruto was overly eager, rushing in headfirst and getting caught in a trap almost immediately.

“Help me, (Y/N)!” he called, hanging upside-down from a tree.

You sighed, running to help him down. Meanwhile, Sasuke watched from the shadows, his gaze narrowing as he saw Naruto clinging to you once he was free.

“Let’s focus,” you said, trying to keep the team on track. “We need to work together.”

Naruto nodded, but as soon as you turned to make a plan, he shot a smug grin at Sasuke. “See that? (Y/N) saved me first. Guess she knows who’s more important.”

Sasuke’s eyes darkened, and before you could intervene, he stepped out of the shadows. “If you keep holding her back, we’ll never pass this test.”

The two boys started bickering again, and Sakura groaned, throwing her hands in the air. “Why are you two like this? (Y/N), you have the patience of a saint.”

You laughed softly. “They just need time to figure things out.” Despite the chaos, the four of you managed to pass Kakashi’s test through teamwork—though it was clear that Sasuke and Naruto’s idea of “teamwork” mostly revolved around trying to outshine each other for your attention.

As you walked home with Sakura, she teased you about the boys’ antics. “They’re both so obvious, it’s almost funny. I mean, they couldn’t be more different, but the one thing they agree on is you.”

You shook your head, smiling. “They’re just being protective. I’m sure they’ll settle down once we get used to working together.”

But deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something much more complicated.

Title: Awakening Shadows

After the land of waves missions you and team 7 are notified for the chunin exams

The Forest of Death was eerily silent, the oppressive atmosphere making every sound feel like a threat. Team 7 had been progressing cautiously, but Orochimaru’s sudden attack left the team in chaos. Naruto had collapsed after Orochimaru’s monstrous power drained the Nine-Tails’ chakra from him, leaving him unconscious. Sakura knelt beside him, frantically shaking him to wake him up, while you and Sasuke stood ready to protect them.

But the fight wasn’t over.

The Sound Ninja—Zaku, Dosu, and Kin—arrived shortly after Orochimaru’s departure, their sights set on finishing what the snake-like man had started.

“Give us your scroll, and maybe we won’t hurt you too badly,” Zaku sneered, cracking his knuckles.

“We’re not handing over anything,” you said firmly, stepping in front of Naruto and Sakura. “You’ll have to go through me first.”

Sasuke glanced at you, his jaw tightening. “Don’t try to be a hero. This isn’t the time.”

“And just let them hurt Naruto and Sakura?” you shot back. “Not a chance.”

The Fight Begins

Kin smirked, twirling senbon needles between her fingers. “Brave, aren’t you? Let’s see how long that lasts.”

The three Sound Ninja attacked simultaneously. Zaku unleashed a powerful air blast that sent debris flying, forcing you and Sasuke to dodge. Dosu charged at you with his gauntlet, the vibrations from his soundwaves causing your ears to ring painfully.

You gritted your teeth, dodging his attacks while keeping yourself positioned between him and Naruto. Sakura tried to help by throwing kunai, but Kin intercepted them easily, mocking her with a cruel laugh.

“Is this all you’ve got?” Kin taunted, sending a wave of needles your way.

You barely managed to block most of them with your kunai, but one needle grazed your shoulder, leaving a shallow cut that stung painfully.

“(Y/N)!” Sakura called out, panic evident in her voice.

“I’m fine!” you yelled back, your focus never wavering. “Just stay with Naruto!”

The fight dragged on, and exhaustion was beginning to set in. Sasuke managed to hold his own against Zaku, but Dosu’s soundwaves were relentless. You kept deflecting attack after attack, determined to protect Naruto’s unconscious form and Sakura, who was doing her best to guard him.

But then it happened.

Zaku, growing frustrated with Sasuke, redirected his attention to you. He launched a powerful air blast in your direction, catching you off guard. You tried to dodge, but the force of the attack sent you flying into a tree.

Your body hit the trunk with a sickening thud, and you crumpled to the ground, blood trickling from your forehead.

“(Y/N)!” Sakura screamed, running toward you.

You struggled to push yourself up, but your vision was blurry, and your limbs felt heavy. Kin smirked, walking toward you with another handful of needles.

“Looks like you’re out of the fight,” she said mockingly.

Sasuke Awakens

The sight of you injured broke something inside Sasuke. The fear he had felt moments ago was swallowed by a searing rage, and the curse mark on his neck began to burn.

“Stop,” he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Kin turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong, Uchiha? Finally realizing you’re outmatched?”

But Sasuke wasn’t the same. The black markings of the curse spread across his skin, his Sharingan spinning violently. He stepped toward Kin, his movements unnervingly calm and deliberate.

“You hurt her,” he said coldly. “You won’t get another chance.”

Before Kin could react, Sasuke vanished in a blur of speed. He appeared behind her, grabbing her wrist and twisting it until a sickening crack echoed through the clearing. She screamed in pain, dropping her needles as she fell to her knees.

Zaku and Dosu moved to attack, but Sasuke was faster. He dodged Zaku’s air blast with ease, landing a devastating kick to his stomach that sent him crashing into a tree.

Sasuke’s Wrath

Dosu hesitated, his confidence faltering as Sasuke turned his glowing red eyes on him. “You think you’re strong?” Sasuke taunted, his voice filled with malice. “Let me show you what real strength looks like.”

Sasuke’s punches and kicks came with brutal precision, each one designed to hurt. The curse mark’s power amplified his movements, making him faster and stronger than ever before.

“Sasuke!” Sakura cried out, fear in her voice. “That’s enough! You’re going to kill them!”

But Sasuke didn’t stop. He grabbed Zaku by the collar, slamming him into the ground. “You think you can just hurt her and walk away?” His voice was venomous, dripping with rage.

“Stop!” Your weak voice broke through the chaos, drawing Sasuke’s attention.

The Aftermath

Sasuke froze, his gaze snapping to you. The markings on his skin began to recede as he saw the way you looked at him—not with fear, but with concern.

“(Y/N),” he murmured, his voice softening.

Naruto groaned, finally starting to stir. He sat up, rubbing his head. “What… what happened?”

“You missed all the fun,” Sakura said bitterly, helping you sit up. “Sasuke went berserk.”

Naruto blinked in confusion before his eyes landed on you. “Hey, (Y/N), are you okay? You’re bleeding!”

“I’m fine,” you assured him, though your voice was weak. “Just a little banged up.”

Sasuke walked over to you, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he crouched down and carefully helped you to your feet.

“You shouldn’t have pushed yourself so hard,” he said quietly, his tone tinged with guilt.

“And you shouldn’t have lost control,” you shot back, though your words lacked any real bite.

Naruto crossed his arms, glaring at Sasuke. “What’s your problem, huh? You didn’t have to go all crazy like that!”

“She got hurt because of us,” Sasuke said, his gaze darkening. “That’s my problem.”

Moving Forward

The Sound Ninja retreated, their injuries forcing them to flee. Team 7 regrouped, though the tension between Naruto and Sasuke was palpable.

As the group rested, Sakura tended to your wounds, her hands shaking slightly. “You really scared us back there,” she admitted softly.

“I’m sorry,” you said, offering her a faint smile. “But I couldn’t let them hurt you or Naruto.”

Sasuke sat nearby, his eyes fixed on you. He didn’t say anything, but the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes.

Naruto, sitting on your other side, huffed. “Next time, let me do the protecting, okay? You’re not allowed to get hurt again!”

You chuckled weakly. “I’ll try, but I can’t make any promises.”

Sasuke’s fists clenched at your words, his resolve hardening. He wouldn’t let this happen again. No one would hurt you—not while he was around.

Shattered Bonds

Sasuke’s Departure

The night was eerily quiet, the moon casting a soft light on the streets of Konoha. You, Naruto, and Sakura were gathered near the village gates, your hearts heavy with the unspoken knowledge that Sasuke was about to leave.

Naruto had been acting unusually withdrawn all day, his usual enthusiasm replaced by an anxious, desperate energy. He knew something was wrong, and his instincts had been right. Sasuke had been slipping away from them for days now, becoming more distant, more obsessed with his own power.

“I’m going to find him,” Naruto had said earlier, determination in his voice. “I won’t let him leave.”

But now, standing at the gates of the village with the moonlight casting long shadows over the ground, the truth hit harder than any of you expected. Sasuke stood before you, his back turned as he prepared to leave the village.

“Why, Sasuke?” Naruto asked, his voice cracking. “Why are you doing this?”

Sasuke didn’t turn around. “I have nothing left here, Naruto.”

“No!” Naruto shouted. “You have us. You’re our friend!”

Sasuke’s eyes glinted coldly. “I never needed friends. I need power. I need to avenge my clan.”

Your heart twisted as you looked at Sasuke, but you knew what was coming. He wasn’t the same person anymore. The Sasuke you knew was slipping away, and in his place was someone who no longer cared about the bonds that had once meant so much.

“I won’t let you do this,” you whispered, your voice shaking.

Sasuke’s eyes flicked to you for a brief moment. “You wouldn’t understand.”

The Retrieval Mission

The mission to retrieve Sasuke was like a cruel echo of everything you had hoped to avoid. You, Naruto, Sakura, and the rest of the retrieval team set out immediately after Sasuke left, tracking his movements through the forest as he made his way toward Orochimaru’s lair.

Naruto was determined, but you could see the fear in his eyes. He hadn’t given up on Sasuke, but he was struggling to hold on to hope. You, on the other hand, felt an odd sense of dread. Something told you that this mission wouldn’t end in the way you hoped.

When you finally encountered Sasuke, the confrontation was nothing like you imagined. The anger and betrayal in Naruto’s voice was a sharp contrast to Sasuke’s cold, indifferent demeanor.

“I’m not going back with you,” Sasuke said, his Sharingan flickering ominously. “This is my path.”

“Your path?” Naruto shouted, his fists shaking with rage. “You’re going down the wrong one, Sasuke! You’re my friend!”

Sasuke’s lips curled into a dark smile, his eyes narrowing. “You don’t understand. You’ll never understand.”

The Fight

The battle that ensued was brutal. Naruto and Sasuke clashed in a whirlwind of taijutsu and ninjutsu, each blow fueled by years of unspoken rivalry and unresolved emotions. You and Sakura fought beside Naruto, doing everything you could to hold off Sasuke’s devastating attacks. But you could see it: Sasuke wasn’t holding back. He was going to do whatever it took to sever the ties that bound him to the village, even if it meant hurting his friends.

You darted in to protect Naruto during a particularly dangerous moment, stepping in front of him when Sasuke launched a devastating Chidori. The electricity crackled through the air, but you were too close, and the shock sent you crashing to the ground.

“Sasuke!” Naruto yelled, horrified. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Sasuke looked at you for a long moment, his gaze cold. “I warned you. This is my decision.”

Then, in a move that sent chills through your bones, Sasuke launched a full-force Chidori at Naruto, knocking him back with devastating force. You screamed, rushing to his side to make sure he was okay. But you knew, deep down, that Sasuke wasn’t going to stop until you were all broken—until the bonds that connected you were shattered.

The Knockout

The fight raged on, with Sasuke effortlessly overwhelming everyone. It wasn’t long before you found yourself facing him alone. You tried to push through, using everything you had left to stand your ground, but Sasuke was too strong, too fast.

You threw everything you could at him—chakra-infused attacks, taijutsu, anything you could use to stop him—but Sasuke’s Sharingan saw through your every move. He was methodical, precise. Every strike was calculated to disable, not to kill, but you could feel the anger in his blows. He was angry at the village, angry at his past, angry at everything.

But when he finally delivered the finishing blow, it wasn’t with the intention to kill. No, Sasuke wanted something far worse: he wanted to break you.

The punch landed with sickening force, and everything went black.

In the Hospital

When you woke, the familiar scent of antiseptic filled the air. You blinked, disoriented, as you tried to sit up. The pain in your head was unbearable, but your vision slowly cleared as you realized you were in the hospital.

“(Y/N),” a voice whispered. It was Naruto, sitting beside you, his eyes red from crying. “Thank God you’re awake. We were so worried.”

You tried to speak, but your throat was dry. It took a moment for you to find your voice. “Naruto… Sasuke…”

“Don’t worry about him,” Naruto said, his voice cold and hard. “We failed. We couldn’t bring him back. But I’m not giving up. I’ll bring him back… no matter what.”

Your heart ached for him. He was doing everything he could, but it wasn’t enough. Sasuke had slipped too far into darkness.

“You have to rest,” Naruto continued, his hand gently gripping yours. “You’re gonna be okay. I won’t let him hurt you anymore.”

You squeezed his hand weakly, but your mind was elsewhere, filled with the haunting realization that Sasuke’s departure wasn’t just the end of a friendship—it was the beginning of something far more dangerous. The bonds between you, Naruto, and Sasuke were breaking, and you didn’t know if you could ever fix them again.

The night was still, and the weight of Sasuke’s actions pressed heavily on your heart. You had been knocked down, but the fight wasn’t over. You would keep fighting—whether to bring Sasuke back or to protect the people you cared about, you didn’t know. But one thing was certain: the future was uncertain, and the path ahead would be filled with more pain.

Sasuke’s Obsession

Far away, hidden in the shadows, Sasuke watched the village from a distance. His eyes, though cold and distant, burned with an obsession. He had left the village, but he wasn’t done with you or Naruto.

They would never escape his reach.

He would break them all—if not with his power, then with his presence. You, Naruto… none of you would ever truly be free.

And he would make sure of it.

Timeskip to shippiden before war arc

The Uneasy Night:

The night was unsettlingly quiet. You’d just returned from a long mission, and the exhaustion weighed heavily on you. The evening was meant to be a peaceful one—just you, finally alone in your room. You had no idea that the night would take a dangerous turn.

As you entered your room, you noticed the faintest creak of the door. You froze. Your heart skipped a beat, and before you could react, it swung open, revealing none other than Sasuke. His expression was colder than you’d ever seen, but there was something else—something darker that made the air feel heavy.

“Sasuke?” you breathed, taking a step back. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer right away, stepping into your room with an unsettling calm. The door clicked shut behind him, and you felt an immediate sense of dread settle in the pit of your stomach.

“I couldn’t stand it anymore,” Sasuke said quietly, his voice tinged with something unfamiliar. There was a dark, possessive edge to it, like a quiet storm building up inside him.

You instinctively took another step back, trying to keep your distance. “What do you mean?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

His eyes locked onto you, unreadable and intense. “You’ve been avoiding me, (Y/N). You’ve been avoiding us,” he said, each word feeling like a weight pressing against you.

Before you could respond, his presence grew closer, and without warning, Sasuke reached out and grabbed your wrist. The force of it caught you off guard. “Let go,” you demanded, but your voice trembled as you tried to pull away, feeling the panic rise in your chest.

But Sasuke’s grip tightened. His eyes bored into yours, and you saw something more dangerous than usual. “I won’t let you leave. Not again,” he muttered, the words laced with something darker.

Just as you were about to protest, the door to your room opened once more. This time, Naruto stood there, but his usual energetic presence was replaced by a quiet, ominous tension. His bright blue eyes flicked from Sasuke to you, taking in the scene in front of him with an unreadable expression.

“Sasuke,” Naruto growled, stepping inside. His voice had lost its usual lightheartedness, replaced with something heavier, possessive. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Sasuke didn’t flinch. “She’s ours, Naruto,” Sasuke said simply, his voice cold, almost final. His hand remained firmly around your wrist, keeping you close. His eyes never left yours, a dangerous gleam flickering behind them. “She just doesn’t know it yet.”

The words sent a chill down your spine, a knot tightening in your stomach. You tried to pull away, but Sasuke’s hold was unyielding, and you could feel Naruto’s gaze burning into the back of your head.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you two, but this isn’t right!” you exclaimed, your voice rising in panic. “Let go of me!”

But Sasuke only stepped closer, his face inches from yours now. You could feel the heat from his body, and his presence seemed to fill the entire room. “You’re not going anywhere,” Sasuke whispered, the words like a command more than a plea.

Suddenly, you felt a shift in the air. Before you could react, Naruto was behind you, his hands landing gently on your shoulders. The warmth of his touch contrasted sharply with the coldness of Sasuke in front of you, but the closeness of both boys was suffocating. Naruto’s grip on your shoulders tightened, pulling you back against him.

You gasped, your heart racing in your chest. It felt like you were caught in the middle of something dangerous, something you couldn’t control. You could feel the heat of both boys as they surrounded you, closing you in.

“Naruto, please—” you began, but your words died in your throat when you felt the unmistakable pressure of Sasuke’s hands on either side of your face. His fingers brushed against your skin in an almost tender way, but it felt like a dark, possessive gesture. His eyes bore into yours, an intensity in them that made you feel like you were losing yourself.

“I told you,” Sasuke whispered, his voice low and dangerous, “You belong with us. You’ll understand eventually.”

The air seemed to grow thicker, and you could feel the overwhelming tension between Sasuke and Naruto, both of them pulling you in their direction. You struggled, your breath quickening. “Stop this!” you cried, pushing against Naruto’s chest. But he didn’t move. His grip on you only tightened as if to hold you in place.

“We can’t stop now,” Naruto’s voice was dangerously soft, his breath hot against your ear. “You don’t know what you want, (Y/N). But we do.”

Sasuke leaned in closer, brushing his lips against your forehead in a gesture that should’ve been comforting, but instead, it felt possessive—like he was marking you as his. “You’ll be ours, (Y/N). We’ll make you understand.”

You tried to step back, but the weight of both of them, their combined presence, made it impossible. You were trapped between them, neither of them letting go. The intensity in their eyes was unmistakable—the obsession was starting to show, and you could feel it wrapping around you like a vice.

“Get off me!” you shouted again, your voice cracking with the strain of trying to break free. But they only exchanged a glance, one that spoke volumes of something far darker than friendship.

“Do you think you can escape us?” Sasuke asked, his voice colder than before. His hands slid down your neck, not in affection, but in dominance, as though he were asserting control. “We’re already inside your head.”

Naruto’s grip on your shoulders became a little less gentle. His lips grazed your ear as he whispered, “You’ll see. Soon enough, you’ll understand.”

You didn’t know what to do. You were trapped—caught between them, the weight of their possessiveness and obsession too overwhelming to ignore. You could feel yourself slipping further into their world, where escape seemed impossible

With Naruto pressed against your back in the back of you he starts sloppily kissing you all over the place he then starts kissing your neck causing you to let out small whimpers with you being distracted Naruto then grabs your headband tossing it to Sasuke. Sasuke then wraps the headband around your eyes dragging you in darkness. With your stubbornness you start fighting and kicking. “Let me go! Get off of me!” Sasuke getting tired of your fussing He then commands Naruto to grab your arms tightly. Causing you to lean more into Naurto chest.

“Wait!- please don’t do this it’s other ways we could work this out” Sasuke then tusks shaking his head no “Just be quiet and let us handle this before we cover your useless mouth next.” Feeling helpless tears start coming your down cheeks Naruto then comforts you. “Don’t be so harsh on her Sasuke kun you’re gonna scare her.” Sasuke then looks up at him “Don’t be harsh my ass she needs to stop moving around so much.” Sasuke then takes your clothes off immediately opening your legs.

Never in your life would you expect Sasuke and Naruto to go down on you like this. “S-Sasuke!” You managed to moan out. Your voice was very tired out from all that screaming you did with Sasuke and Naruto.

Your legs wrapped around his head into a tight headlock. Your grip on Sasuke hair tightening and getting even more tighter. But that wasn’t only thing getting tighter, with Naruto pressing his finger into your butthole you could feel the intense pleasure. “Damn shes sensitive!” Naruto said struggling to hold you down with your sensitive self from pleasure. Your core was burning, his tongue flicking up n down your clit while Naruto finger continues to go into your hole sloppily, while Sasuke lips strokes sensually.

N-Naruto, Sasuke, this is becoming to much!-“ You cried out tryna bite down your lips. Tears were coming out your eyes in a rush, It shouldn’t be feeling this good.

“Y’all gonna make me- Stop Sasuke, stop Naruto please!” You choked out Your last straw was when Naruto was shoving his finger into your hole curling it hit your sweet spot. To make it more Intense Sasuke then bites your clit as your legs loosens around his head. You saw him smirk. When you came squirting against them but no that DIDNT make him stop. Sasuke spent 0 time lapping all your juices up. Naruto then smiled down at Sasuke, “Anther round?” Sasuke then looks up and goes back down on the reader giving Naruto the signal to continue. Naruto then adds another fingers causing you overstimulation.

Finally sasuke then showed emotion, “You’d die for us isn’t that right Reader?” He chuckled “Cause you telling us to stop but your creaming and wetting around us. And fuck to be honest I’d die since the beginning.”

You were finally catching your breath before he dived right back. You let a loud yelp as you pulled his hair once again. “Guy-guyyysss!!” You resorted religiously

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I absolutely loved your Bully! Sasuke x reader. Can you do Bully Shikamaru? Pls

Dark! Shikamaru x Reader

Info and Tags: Reader is ino younger sister. Warnings: Noncon, sex, Bullying.

No One Can Save You

You should’ve known better than to walk home alone.

You had spent the entire day trying to ignore him. Ever since your argument on the mission, Shikamaru had been watching you—tracking your every movement with that same unreadable gaze. No teasing smirks, no lazy remarks. Just silent, suffocating attention.

And now, you were paying for it.

The streets of Konoha were quiet, the evening air crisp against your skin as you made your way home. The Yamanaka compound was just a few turns away. You weren’t worried—why would you be? You had walked this path a hundred times before.

But something felt off.

A presence. A weight in the air, unseen but felt.

Your instincts screamed at you to run. But before you could react—

A rough grip yanked you backward.

You barely had time to gasp before you were shoved through an open doorway, the wooden frame slamming shut behind you.

The dim light flickered. The silence in the room was deafening.

And when you turned—

Shikamaru stood in front of the door, hands in his pockets, his shadow stretching ominously beneath him.

His parents weren’t home.

It was just the two of you.

Caught Like Prey

Your breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Shikamaru didn’t answer. He just stood there, his dark eyes fixed on you, something cold and possessive lurking beneath his usual lazy expression.

Your fingers twitched toward the kunai at your thigh—

But you didn’t make it.

His shadow struck fast, faster than you’d ever seen, twisting around your limbs like a serpent. Your arms snapped to your sides, legs locking in place.

Helpless. Trapped.

Shikamaru exhaled, stepping closer, slow and deliberate. “You don’t listen.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears. “Shikamaru, let me go.”

He tilted his head, unimpressed. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

You struggled against the invisible weight, but his grip was absolute. The more you strained, the tighter it became.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured.

Your jaw clenched. “Because you’re insane.”

A low chuckle. “Am I?”

He took another step forward. Then another. His shadow pulled you toward him, forcing you closer, closer, until you were barely inches apart.

“You think this is a game?” His voice was quiet—dangerous. “You think you can embarrass me in front of the others and just walk away?”

Your breath hitched.

He leaned in, his scent—smoke and pine—wrapping around you, his presence suffocating.

“You’re Ino’s sister.” His voice was slow, controlled. “You should be smarter than this.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “If you touch me—”

His smirk was sharp, dark amusement flickering in his gaze. “What?” His fingers twitched, and his shadow tightened around your wrists. “You’ll stop me?”

The worst part? He was enjoying this.

“I don’t need to touch you,” he murmured. “You already know who you belong to.”

Your throat tightened. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

His smirk widened.

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

His grip on you didn’t waver. His fingers hovered near your throat, never making contact—but it didn’t matter. Because he didn’t have to.

He already had you exactly where he wanted.

And no one was coming to save you. The air in the Nara household was thick, heavy with something unseen but felt. You could hear your own breathing, uneven and sharp, but Shikamaru’s remained steady. Controlled.

His shadow still held you tight, binding your wrists and legs in place, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

He hadn’t touched you. Not once.

And yet, the weight of his presence, the way his dark eyes devoured your every movement, made you feel like he didn’t need to.

“You’re shaking.” His voice was smooth, laced with quiet amusement.

You clenched your jaw, willing yourself to be still. “You’re sick.”

Shikamaru hummed, tilting his head. “That’s not an answer.”

“Let me go.”

He didn’t move. “Say ‘please.’”

Your fingers twitched against the invisible force holding them in place. “Go to hell.”

Something flickered in his gaze. A glint of warning.

Then—his fingers twitched.

Your knees buckled beneath you, forcing you downward until you were on them, your body obeying his command like a puppet on strings.

You inhaled sharply, refusing to look at him.

Shikamaru sighed, crouching in front of you, his smirk never fading. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

The weight of his shadow constricted around your wrists. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind you.

“Be good,” he murmured, voice low, almost coaxing. “Or this gets worse.”

Your throat tightened. “What do you want from me?”

His gaze darkened.

“I want you to understand.”

His fingers twitched again—and suddenly, your body moved forward, your face only inches from his. His breath was warm against your skin, the heat between you suffocating.

“You don’t get to ignore me.” His voice was a whisper now, dangerous and soft. “You don’t get to walk away.”

Your pulse pounded against your ribs.

“You don’t get to fight me.”

The words sank into your bones, heavier than his shadow.

“Shikamaru…” You hated how your voice wavered.

His smirk returned, lazy, confident.

“There you go.”

And then—he let go.

The shadows melted away, releasing your limbs. But your body remained frozen, still locked in place by something else.

Him.

Your mind screamed at you to move, to run, but you didn’t.

Because somehow, you already knew—

This wasn’t over.

It would never be over.

But you wait in vain, because instead of pain–instead of something harsh and cruel–you instead feel the soft touch of his fingers against your folds. His thumb rests softly against your clit, and begins to rub, sending an unwelcome jolt through you.

“Shikamaru?” You ask, and boldly prop yourself up on your elbows.

“I told you not to speak,” he murmurs, and you press your lips together. Now, you think, surely he will hit you.

But no. Instead he returns to his former ministrations, gently rubbing against your clit, other fingers gently squeezing the flesh of your pussy. It almost tickles, pleasantly. After a while, the dull pleasure begins to heighten, and you can feel a mild orgasm beginning to reach its peak.

He stops. The pleasure hovers for a moment, and then begins to fade.

He begins again.

You want to ask him what he’s doing; you want to ask him why he stopped. But his order to remain quiet thrums through your head and you merely keep your head back on the bed, staring at the plain ceiling above you.

The pleasure is different now. Sharper. Wetter. Instead of a dull, mild orgasm, it begins to feel like the ones you’ve had with him before; the ones where he spends a while building you up, getting you wet, wanting to hear you moan.

Your breath begins to catch in your throat, and you can’t help but squirm your hips. It feels good, you don’t want it, but he knows your body well enough to make it feel good.

And like before, you can feel yourself starting to reach your peak, getting to the point when pleasure becomes sparks. And–like before.

He stops.

And begins again.

And stops.

And begins again.

Until you are wet, and sweating, and squirming. Until your breath is not mildly catching in your throat but coming out in desperate pants. Until your hands are clenching the sheets.

Until you are crying out, not because of pain and a sharp slap against your skin, but the unbearable heat that has built between your legs. A heat which Shika has carefully stoked with his fingers and his mouth, and the unrelenting pattern of bringing you to the top, only to let you fall before bringing you there once again.

You know you’re not supposed to speak. But you can’t help it, you just can’t help it. Not with the way his thumb is idly circling your clit. Not with the sweat clinging to your back. Not with the way your head begins to turn side to side of its own accord, unable to deal with the teasing.

“Stop–” Your voice is a needy whine. “Please, please–”

“Apologize,” he says, simply. Calmly. All the while continuing to slowly rub your clit with his thumb.

“I’m sorry,” you croak. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry–”

His thumb pauses, and you can feel your clit twitching against it.

“But do you mean it?”

“Yes!” You don’t hesitate. Tears leak from your eyes. Wetness leaks from in between your legs.

“Then beg.” He keeps his thumb hovered above your clit. “Beg like you’re my pet. Because that’s what you are, isn’t it?”

Your thighs tremble. Your lips quiver.

“Please, stop Shikamaru.” For a moment he does but then he continues, Your cheeks heat in shame, but what shame can you truly hold onto, when your pussy is this wet, when you’re gyrating against him so pathetically? You say everything you think he wants to hear. “I’m yours, I won’t run again, I’ll do what you say–”

You feel half-delirious, raising your hips towards the air to try to get some friction against his finger. All you succeed in doing is humping yourself against him, teasing your swollen clit with the promise of an orgasm that can only come from his fingers.

After a while, your words trail off into a pathetic whimper.

It’s then that Shikamaru crawls up further on the bed and plants a kiss on your forehead.

You sigh in relief.

“No,” he says. “Bad pets don’t get rewarded, do they?”

You can only shake your head in response as you shift your legs, trying to catch the fleeting orgasm that has begun to fade even further from your grasp. Shikamaru looks at you and places his palm firmly on your hip to keep you in place.

Once you stop squirming–it’s useless, you realize–he sighs and cuddles against you. It might be sweet, if he wasn’t who he was; if you weren’t in the position that you’re in. If there wasn’t an aching, warm soreness between your legs that has gone unfulfilled.

His voice is not so sweet when he whispers against your ear.

“If you ever try something so foolish again, I won’t be kind about it.”

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