WARNING !! : ooc daryl probably (but this is my imagination idc), smut, oral sex (f!receiving)
i'm sorry but daryl dixon is 100% the type to spit on your pussy and get you all messy for him. he's such a dirty bitch so you can't tell me he's all proper and into the whole "love-making" thing.
he'll get on his knees, pry your thighs wide open and lick his lips at the feast presented in-front of him. doesn't smile or laugh, just grunts out a "look a'that" before gathering up all the saliva in his mouth and shooting in onto your cunt without hesitation.
you wiggle around a bit, impatiently waiting for him to do something. oh and don't worry— he does, diving nose first into your clit and drinking up every last drop of your mixed juices. don't even be surprised if you feel a little teeth here 'n there because the man is STARVED.
men who are just so tall and beefy, that their presence alone is overwhelming. everything about them is just big. from their thick fingers and calloused hands, to their meaty thighs that make for the perfect seat to prop up on. and its just so perfect the way you fit them like puzzle piece, pressed against their warm chest while they rest their chin at the crown of your head, fingers tracing imaginary lines up and down your thighs.
How about Shikamaru x reader who is possessive/jealous? Other characters would be great too if you feel up to it!
WARNING !! : Fluff, Kiba being a little shit. Lemme know if I missed anything!!
Featuring : Shikamaru Nara, and Kiba Inuzuka.
A/N : Most definitely, anon! Here ya go (*´꒳`*)
Shikamaru isn't one to monitor other people's lives and meddle in their business. In fact, he finds it annoying enough that his own duties take up most of his free time. So it makes no sense for him to keep close watch on you when he wouldn't bother to do the same for his other friends.
He spends the time he has off sparring with you—never bothering to ask since you somehow always beat him to it. Secretly, the favoritism you show towards him only makes his possession of you grow stronger. It especially doesn't help when you throw yourself onto him and shower praises of how generous he is for helping you, thanking him over and over again until he's forced to pry you off. He'll give you an unbothered shrug and claim it's the least he can do for someone so kind.
It doesn't take long for him to realize this small favor he commits to isn't just because you're an acquaintance of his, but rather he finds you special compared to the others. There's something about you that keeps him wondering when the next time he might be able to see you will be. Sure, it's a daily routine where you come and ask a favor, saying he's the only one you trust to help since he always gets the job done right. What is there to worry when he knows you'll come to him every time with no hesitation?
Wrong.
He waits all day for a knock at his door, your shy voice behind it as you ask him to let you in. Perhaps if he went on a walk through the village with a bored frown plastered on his face, you'd magically appear and give him a reason to turn it upside down. Though time passes by quickly, and he realizes that you wont be coming around after all. It hurts more than he believed it would, overwhelming himself with endless questions on why you hadn't showed up like you normally do.
Days go by where he doesn't see or hear from you, and thats when panic settles in. Have you found someone else to take care of you and keep you company? Or pick another guy to be one of your favorites? He grinds his teeth together at the thought of some loser stealing his place as your number one choice. Embarrassingly, he grows slightly insecure the longer about the matter. Had he not been enough to maintain your attention and satisfy you?
Finally, he decides to go search for you himself, not wasting a second before he's running out the house and all over the village. He checks all your favorite restaurants to eat at, all your preferred stores, and even at your own apartment. Each stop is just another block of worry building up in his body, leading him to go practically crazy.
Then suddenly it clicks in his brain that you must be at your usual training spot. Why hadn't he thought of that before? There isn't a moment where he doesn't have over 100 options mapped out in his head, especially when it comes to you. But pushing that aside, he jumps from tree to tree, scanning all over the forest to catch glimpse of you.
It's not until he reaches your reserved training spot does he hear the giggle he's memorized in his mind more times than he count. Though to his surprise you're not alone, because he makes out another figure beside you. He groans at the recognizable hair, never expecting his best friend Choji, to be there.
He jumps down from the leaf covered branch of a tree, landing steadily on his feet. The look on your face when you notice his presence is full of guilt. You seem scared that he's finally caught you, pressing your lips together and stiffening your body. It'd be cute if what he'd come across wasn't so aggravating.
"This where you've been everyday?" Shikamaru says nonchalantly, though his eyes tell a different story. Choji immediately turns toward him at his words, revealing stained teeth with a welcoming smile. It's clear his best friend has no clue of tension stringing between you and him with how normal he's acting. After all, he'd hate to ruin a friendship over a girl that may not even feel the same way he does.
He knows Choji means no harm because for as long as they've been friends, there'd been a strong sense of understanding. And with that being said, how could someone like him ever compete with someone 10 times better? With all due respect, of course. "Oh, Shikamaru! Hey man, how've you—" But the sentence is cut short by a now annoyed voice.
"Could you leave us for a moment? There's something we need to talk about." His eyes don't blink not once, rather remained glued to yours. Choji mumbles a small 'okay' and disappears into the forest, leaving you and him alone at last. Slight breezes of wind brush past your hair, lifting pieces up with it.
Aside from gentle gusts, it's quiet. An uncomfortable silence as you both stand still in waiting of the other to speak. "You didn't answer my question earlier." He mumbles, folding his arms against his chest. His eyes watch you swallow down nothing but air, probably out of nervousness. "Look— I haven't been avoiding you I've just been... well, busy." The look on your face screams bullshit, but he knows you've never been a good liar anyways.
"Busy running off and not bothering to show up and let me know you're okay? How considerate of you." He lets his arms fall to his sides as he slowly approaches you. His footsteps are meant to taunt you, to rush you for an actual honest answer. And of course it works, making you not so discreetly tap a finger against your pants while coming up with a choice.
He's gets closer and closer, fighting back a small smirk that twitches his lip upwards. The awkward silence coming from you doesn't seem to help that much either. "Okay fine." You clench your fist and face him head on, suddenly with bravery. "I didn't want to annoy you with my constant nagging for your help. You just come off as annoyed and uninterested, so I figured i'd give you some space."
Shikamaru had considered that being one of the possibilities, but it didn't make sense to him at the moment. Once he comes close enough to your body, it's easy to notice the way you flinch away. In spite of that, he reaches his arms out to pull you close into a tight hug. He can hear the little gasp that leaves your lips from how close you are to him.
"Yet I still do everything you ask of me anyways." He squeezes tighter. "I'd do anything you told me to. Don't ever try and avoid me again, alright?" Pressing a small peck to your forehead, you blush. He can't see it, but he can surely imagine. And deep down he hopes you never go as far as ditching him for another guy ever again, or next time he won't be as nice.
From the very beginning of your friendship, Kiba had always been overprotective over you. Staring down every boy who so much as dared to look your direction, picking a fight with sore losers that tried to make a pass at you, and plenty more. He'd always been territorial over the things he valued, so why would you be any different?
You'd been so nice to him, as well as everyone or anything. A part of him liked to believe he was special to you, someone who you could trust and turn to in any given situation. In fact, he'd say he was all you needed in life. He could keep you safe and happy, loving you with everything he had to offer.
Though after a while of his delusions, he soon began to realize he wasn't the only important person in your life. He realized this the day he took you out to eat at Ichiraku Ramen, excited that the two of you were basically on a date, despite you not knowing. But what he never expected was for someone to come in and ruin his evening alone with you.
Shino, his close friend decided on stealing the attention away from him and making it his own. You had welcomed him to sit next to you, insisting the three of you could enjoy time together as a group. And sure enough, the bug lover apathetically accepted and took the seat right of yours.
The whole time was essentially torture for Kiba, having to sit there and watch you giggle with the audacity of letting someone other than him entertain you. He swears a vein would pop out of his forehead every time you so sweetly smiled at another's words. It wouldn't help the anger flowing throw him when he'd make a snarky comment against his friend, only to be gently scolded by you.
"C'mon, be nice today. I just want to peacefully eat a meal without any problems." You'd sigh, picking up more noodles with your chopsticks to slurp up. The words left him frustrated, yet for the sake of you he managed to stay respectful the rest of the time. But how could you recognize his dislikes and still push it aside with no sympathy? The thought puzzled his mind.
A couple hours passed as you kept conversation with Shino, and he was beginning to grow impatient. How could someone so plain be getting this much attention from someone like you? And last time he checked, the two of you were never close before. It made no sense how a weirdo like his friend could ever pull someone like you, perfect in every way possible.
When you finally finish your meal and call in quits for the night, he slaps yours and his fee onto the counter and says his thanks to the old man, grabbing your wrist to drag you from the booth and away from Shino. "Wait— Kiba! Why are you rushing me out of there? I didn't even get to say bye!" He holds back a growl at your shouts, ignoring the people who stare and whisper at the scene. All that mattered was getting you far away from that ramen shop so he could at last spend one-on-one time with you.
"Let me go!" With a tug of your arm, his grip is released and you stumble backward. This time a noise does escape him, quickly turning around to bark out a complaint, but you beat him to it. "What's going on with you? This whole day it's like you've been so–" You stumble for words, rubbing the reddened mark on your wrist.
Kiba rolls his eyes and shoves his hands into his pockets, avoiding your gaze. "Annoyed?" He mumbles, finishing your sentence. You nod your head, keeping silent to await his much needed explanation. He resists at first, but shortly realizes your stubbornness wouldn't be that simple to overcome.
"Fine. It just..." A breath rolls into his lungs, is held, and then is released. "It pisses me off seeing you all friendly with another guy. Makes it worse with him being my friend too." The words aren't easy to admit, given the blushed tint that paints his cheeks with embarrassment.
He watches your furrowed brows relax and eyes soften, but he doesn't expect you to tilt your head to the side and giggle. Had he said something stupid? Is that why you were now tenderly laughing in front of his face? "What's so funny?" He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Y'know if you're gonna laugh at me like this every time I open up, then–"
His words are abruptly interrupted due to your arms being slung around him. You pull him closer to you in an attempt to soothe his frustrations, nuzzling your head right below his chin. His body stiffens up and heat travels up his neck, flustered from the sudden contact.
The two of you keep quiet to bask in the moment until he can't take the feeling of you pressed against him much longer. Clearing his throat to give you a hint, you pick up on it but hesitate. "I'm sorry I made you feel like that. Next time, i'll be more aware." you whisper into his chest, giving one last squeeze before pulling away.
Kiba remains standing stiffly, face redder than a strawberry. If he had a tail, it'd be wagging right about now.
Sick to my stomach rn imagining Kisame having a flesh toy that just so happens to match your exact skin tone (he was very meticulous picking one out) with a cute pussy, fat ass and tiny asshole he can slip his finger in when he fucks it after a very intense sparring match with you sksk
Just imagine him grunting and slamming his cock in the toy, the poor flesh bulging and squelching with every rough buck of his hips. His teeth bared, groans rugged, sweat clinging to his skin cause he didn't even bother to shower before slapping the fleshy cunt on his throbbing cock, still imagining the way you arched your back against him to twist out of his grip and slam a fist at his side.
And god, it hurts— the bruises you inflicted, the hot blood you ignited. Kisame can't think straight as his balls clap against the sticky silicone that could never mimic the recoil of your ass or the low moan you make when he flipped you into the dirt cause you never gave him the chance to go easy on you.
"ya'like it rough, dontchya?" His chuckle chokes into a deep groan, the sting of your weapon swelling on his bicep, but Kisame’s hips ram into the toy widely. Cock pistoning in and out spilling his pre cum all over the folds of the fake pussy. It sucks him in, wet and loud and maybe just shy of enough when he closes his eyes and envisions your bloodied smile asking him for another round ahh but you've gotten him so hot and achey, he wouldn't be able to handle not pining you into the ground with your back flush against his chest and ass pressed against his pulsing cock.
You're too tempting. Too addictive and rousing and — "Fuck! Fu-ck! Shit! Hit me again, baby. Youre gettin' so strong, darlin. Makin me so hard, fuck!" Kisame shouts. Throwing his head back as he fucks into the toy. Hard and fast and his grip tearing the silicones ass, the blunt tip of his cock protruding against its lil tummy while his jaw throbs from your pretty fist :((
just thinking of how BIG he is (in so many more places than one) compared to not just you, but practically everyone he'll ever come across. I LOVE MY BIG BOY!!!
synopsis: your shinobi boyfriend got hurt on a mission, and luckily for them their trusty girlfriend is here to help! (mentions of wounds and blood, SFW) FT. Gaara, Naruto, Sasuke, and Shikamaru
a/n: finally im back!! missed writing more than I expected lol also sorry naruto fans I didn't know what to do with him really!! ( ≧Д≦)
☆ SILENCE. (FT. GAARA)☆
"You don't have to do this, (Y/N)." Gaara murmurs, resting his arm on the table. You ignore his comment, unraveling a roll of gauze. Sitting there patiently, he watches as you carefully formulate your supplies with precision.
Grabbing a chair next to him, you begin to treat his wound. A large slash down his forearm, yet shallow enough to not cause any substantial issues. But the bleeding alone was enough to make you pout.
Meticulously dabbing a cloth over his wound, not a single word escapes from either one of you. Steady breathing fills the empty silence, a comforting phenomenon that always came along with Gaara. He was the type to speak unless he had to, even then his sentences remained short and meaningful.
Picking up a swab coated in sterile saline, then patting it along the gash, You glance up to check Gaara for any signs of discomfort, an instinct that came along with treating injuries.
Suddenly, your rhythmic movements halt abruptly.
Your eyes meet.
For a moment neither of you move. His cold teal eyes grasp yours, indecipherable but fierce. Almost like he was studying you, memorizing the way your eyebrows furrowed with concentration, the way your eyes squint slightly as you focus. There's no falter nor embarrassed look away—only fixed tranquility.
He still doesn't look away.
Gaara isn't the type of person to shy away when he's caught staring, especially if it's something he's infatuated by. Instead his gaze intensifies, as if he's trying to understand something—himself. Why does he feel this odd warmth in his chest every time he's around your vicinity? Why does his heart slow but his breathing quicken as soon as he feels your delicate touch? It's all so new to him.
You catch a glimpse of something that crosses his face. Although hard to catch, you still caught it. A rare tenderness he rarely allowed himself to show.
"...Does it hurt?" You ask gently.
Immediately, his lips part, like he wants to say something. But instead, he simply shakes his head "No. It's fine."
However, his eyes still haven't let you go. At least not yet. Not until you look away first, flustered by his silent potency. And even then, he's still watching, his thoughts unsolvable, his heart struggling to make sense of feelings he's never felt before.
☆ BIG BABY! (FT. NARUTO) ☆
"Ow, ow, OW— (Y/N), you're killing me!" Naruto whines throwing his head back like he's just been stabbed in the chest.
You glare at him, pressing the antiseptic soaked rag against the scrape on his cheek. "It's just a tiny scratch, you big baby."
"A tiny scratch?... Do you see the SIZE of this thing? I was fighting for my life out there!" He puffs, pointing at the scrape. You sigh loudly, muttering about how ridiculous he is, Naruto crossing his arms childishly at the comment.
Tossing the rag aside, you grab a glass bottle filled with ointment. "You literally get punched through walls, but this is where you draw the line?" You retort, leaning in closer to spread the ointment more precisely
But unknowingly, you closed in the last bit of space between you two, the lack of air making Naruto's brain go fuzzy. Actually, he was completely frozen. Too stunned to speak. His usual goofy demeanour falters for just a moment, his breath pausing as heat rises to his face. He's blinking rapidly, unsure of where to look. He's lost in the way your fingers gently grasp his jaw, tilting his head slightly backwards. And he's fixated on the pacing of your breathing too, feeling the warm air against his cheek.
Fuck. You were way too close. He swallows hard, "Uh..." He scrambles to find his words, for the first time, the Ultimate Knucklehead Ninja is speechless.
You raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence as if the close proximity wasn't a part of your plan. "What? You were just talking a mile a minute, and now you're quiet?" You spit, lips curled slightly as you spread the thick medication across his cheek.
Naruto quickly averts his gaze, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "N-Nothing... Just... uh... you must be really focused, huh?" He lets out a nervous chuckle, trying to slow down the sudden pounding in his chest.
Rolling your eyes, you twist the cap back onto the bottle. Adjusting himself on the couch, Naruto tries to retrieve his cool, as if his face weren't a bright tomato red. You continue patching Naruto up, still bickering back and forth with him. Only this time, he seemed to be a bit more jittery and shaky with his responses.
But later, when you're finished and packing away your supplies, you swear you hear him mumble something under his breath. Something that makes you smile not matter how much you stifle it back.
"Man... I think I just feel for you even harder..."
☆ STUBBORNESS (FT. SASUKE) ☆
"I'm fine."
You exhale sharply, ignoring Sasuke's regular resistance. Placing a cloth over the gash and then applying mild pressure, you attempt to stop the bleeding from his neck. "You're bleeding, Sasuke."
He doesn't flinch, nor does he wince. Instead he's just sitting there, stuff but compliant. His arms are crossed, like this whole situation was just some minor inconvenience. Of course. It wasn't unusual for Sasuke to act so detached, always pretending to be unaffected yet his body always said the opposite.
You shake your head, "Just let me help, okay?"
Sasuke sighs through his nose, but doesn't dispute with you any further. That was the most compliance you'll ever get out of him.
The wound on his neck wasn't deep, simply messy. Dried blood strips near the opening, and despite his bluffed collectiveness, you could tell he's exhausted. It wasn't uncommon to see Sasuke injured, oftentimes training tirelessly, or engaging with enemies he underestimated way too much. But this time, you could tell he wasn't just worn out physically.
Too lost in your thoughts, you accidentally prod the cloth a bit too harshly, making him tense up for a moment. Not a flinch, but you swore you heard his breath quietly hitch.
"Sorry," you murmur.
Sasuke though, doesn't say anything. But as you continue, grabbing other materials, you treat his wounds with extra care. Fingers grazing his skin with gentleless, you begin to notice something. His breathing slows. His once taut shoulders are now relaxed under your touch.
He isn't just tolerating this, but he's allowing it.
There's something strangely intimate about this silence. Perhaps it's the way, you're the only one he lets close like this.
Then you feel it. His gaze locked on you.
Holding the gauze in your hand, you pause.
"Sasuke?"
But still, no answer.
You peek up at him, expecting his eyes to rush away like they always do, but he doesn't. His distant black eyes are now fixated on you, unreadable, steady, yet softer than usual. They lacked their usual sharpness, but instead grew of quiet observation.
The sight sends your heart into your throat.
"...What?" You ask, voice barely above a whisper.
He blinks, laggard and calculated. His lips part ever so slightly, like he's about to speak but he doesn't. Instead, after a moment, he exhales and mutters, "Nothing."
Taking in his answer, you continue on with patching him up. But his gaze lingers, still focused on you. Even after you finish patching him up. Because as he stands to leave, his lips part open again, like there's something on his chest that's dying to come out.
And then, he turns away, his voice—low and nearly inaudible.
"...You don't have to worry about me so much."
☆ GENTLE (FT. SHIKAMARU) ☆
"This is such a drag..."
Shikamaru groans, resting his head against the wall as you kneel beside him, tending to the slash across his chest. He's always complaining and always acting like everything takes up so much of his precious energy. But he hasn't moved an inch since you've started.
"You say that like I'm the one who got you hurt," you mutter, blotting a rag over his wound.
A long and slow breathe escapes his lungs, "Tch. Guess that's fair."
His voice is low and sluggish, like sitting here was simply exhausting. Despite having a fresh injury, he seems to be half asleep. Typical. You should've expected him to act like this was more tiring than the actual fight.
"Hold still," you say, pressing a bandage against his skin tightly.
Shikamaru doesn't even flinch. Doesn't really react at all, really—except for the way his eyes flicker downwards watching the way your fingers dance over his chest, you brows knitting together in silent concentration.
You don't notice at first, only until the silence begins to grow way too suspicious.
You glance up, only for him to be looking back at you.
You waver, gripping the roll of bandage.
"What?"
But, he only blinks at you, hushed but calculated, unbothered at the fact you just caught him staring. In his eyes, there's no sign of embarrassment nor instant divergence. Just quiet deliberate eyes, like he's studying a foreign topic.
"You're being weird," you comment, focusing your attention to bandaging him up.
Shikamaru's lips twitch into a lazy smirk. "Nah. Just thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
He pauses, and so do you. His eyes dart towards something—not away but lower, to where your hands are still resting on his chest, rising up and down as he breathes.
"You're pretty gentle," he murmurs.
Your breath catches to the back of your throat. But before you can respond, he leans his head back again, shutting his eyes like he's done speaking.
Shaking off the unexpected heat in your cheeks, you huff "You say that like you expected me to be rough."
"Didn't say that," He mutters, eyes still shut.
"Then?"
He exhales a small tired sigh. And then without opening his eyes:
"I think I could get used to this"
Your hands still for half a second, but he doesn't say anything else. Instead he lets the silence between you two settle, as if it were meant to be there.
And when you finally pull back, he doesn't move right away.
asce! , here’s an idea maybe the reader tries to escape but gets caught by the yandere but instead like a physical punishment or scolding cause they think your acting this way cause you want attention. so they start babying you and just smothering you with affections, kisses, cuddles etc and constantly trying to dumb you down and teach you a lesson .
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Smothered
contents: Yan!Naruto, Yan!Kakashi, Yan!Gaara, Yan!Jiraiya and Yan!Kiba catching gn!reader escaping and thinking they only did it to get their attention.
more content for Gaara here
more content for Naruto, Kakashi, Jiraiya and Kiba here
A/N: These are just small drabbles to get into writing again, sorry if they're shorter than usual :,)
WARNINGS: ESCAPE ATTEMPTS, YANDERE, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, NSFW-ISH IN SOME PARTS, MANIPULATION, COHERTION.
Gaara
Gaara is sure this is his fault.
He knows he isn't... the most affectionate. Maybe that's why you did this, for him to show that he cares for you, that he would like to remain by your side forever and ever.
His touch is rough and coarse, and he rubs himself against you like an overgrown kitten. His eyes closed, your hands restrained by sand that hurts every time it rubs against your sensitive skin. His lashes flutter as he opens his eyes to look at you, offering the most gentle of smiles.
"I... I love you..." He whispers, and you shudder. He says it so mechanically, like he's not entirely human, you squirm, and his heart leaps with joy. Are you trying to get out of your restraints to touch him? Cradle his head and kiss him? Oh, how beautiful you are. But he can't let you go for now, he has a point to prove. "I will always love you. And you never have to do this again. I will provide you with all the attention and care you ask me for."
The sand wraps around your neck when you try to scream for help.
Jiraiya
"Stupid, stupid little thing. There was no need to do all this drama if you wanted attention and love." He grins, flicking you on the forehead before kissing the bruised spot. He has you effectively trapped with rope, unable to do anything but move your head and the tips of your toes. Have I mentioned he also has you gagged? "But I get it, you know? I have been traveling for my job and my investigations. I haven't destined you enough time. But enough of that! Now I will be next to you every single second of the day." He punctuates every last of those words with a kiss to your face.
He carries you over his shoulder, not even making an effort as he tosses you over himself as if you weight nothing. He delivers a tap to your ass.
"But first I have to get you home... and compensate for all the love I haven't given you."
The predatory smile that plays on his lips is enough of a warning for you to never try anything like what you did again.
Kakashi Hatake
"I thought we would be over with this... childish behavior by now," He sighs, rolling his eyes when you try to kick him, as if the trap he set hadn't you dangling upside down. "Then again, I can't blame you for... lashing out. I guess I've been neglectful."
He pushes you slightly, making you dangle from side to side. He smirks, and then stops you, unties you and only restrains you by grabbing you by the wrists. He rests his chin over your shoulder.
"I could pop your wrist bones right now and get this over with, but since I'm mostly to blame, I'll let it pass for now." His voice always holds that teasing tone, like he's making fun of you. As he makes you walk back inside your home, his touch loosens, ultimately only guiding you by the small of your back. A power move, a reminder of how he could stop you in a second if you tried to go for a run again. Your escape attempts useless. "I'm sorry, m'kay? I'll be all the more doting from now on."
He relishes on how you can't refuse.
Kiba Inuzuka
He pins you to the ground, panting, breathing heavily, almost drooling. He's too much like a dog.
"Almost-" He takes a second to catch his breath. "Almost escaped me there. What were you trying to do now? Help me with my training?" He plays oblivious to what you were doing. You're both sweaty and covered in dirt from the forest, from the running and from the rolling around in the dirty when he tackled you. "It's not that useful, because your smell is already engraved in my brain. I could find you anywhere at anytime... as long as you don't change your perfume."
He collapses on top of you, clinging to your body as he tries to scent you, to get more of you inside his brain, his nose, his mouth. You catch the grunt and the soft whimper that escapes his lip as he starts to lick at the nape of your neck.
At how you can feel the tent in his pants as he rubs himself against you.
Naruto Uzumaki
"Don't do that, I'm sorry. I know I have been busy, but I'm here now." His voice is a childish whine, almost reminding you of the age that you both met. He clings to you, his claws out at the thought of you leaving him. He can't let you leave, you're his only one, you're his. "I'll take a short vacation. I'll be with you all the time, alright? I promise, I promise!"
He sounds like he's about to cry, but he's just trembling, holding you so tight you think he might break your ribs by accident if he tightens his grip just a little more.
"Are you leaving me because you hate me?" His eyes are intense, filled with longing, with possessiveness and with sadness. A mixture of emotions that just shouldn't be together. You can't help it when you shake your head, disagreeing. He smiles, holding you tighter, making you gasp in pain. "I knew it. I knew you didn't hate me."
He peppers kisses all over your face, the claws and the tail and the burning chacra that surrounded him disappearing quickly. He curls against you on the bed, spooning you.
"I will never, ever let you leave."
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WARNING !! : age-gap (23 and 51), fingering, pet names, cursing, smut ofc lolz, cum eating, jiraiya being a warning himself. lemme know if i missed anything!
Summary : jiraiya has never had any issues when it comes to women (that he likes to think of), until he meets you. is it possible to get someone as stubborn as you into bed with him?
A/N : eeeee!!! i'm so happy to finally write for my love jiraiya! we want a part 2?? (๑>◡<๑)
womanizer!jiraiya who stops at a random town during his long and exhausting journey to finally take a break. he deserves a good nights rest, savory food, and of course finding a pretty prize to take back to his hotel room and please.
womanizer!jiraiya who the very next day, comes across you admiring the flowers at a small nextdoor floral shop. even from afar he can make out the features of your face that make you an absolutely breathtaking sight.
womanizer!jiraiya who decides to be brave and approach you, expecting nothing less than what he usually receives. and when he finally gets close enough to smell your perfume (which only makes him want you more once he gets whiff), he's stuttering back on his words from how nervous you seem to make him with just your looks alone. "what brings a lovely lady like you around here?"
womanizer!jiraiya who is beyond shocked when you only shoot him a mean glare and walk away without so much as a second glance. and don't get him wrong, he hates to see you go, but damn does he love to watch you walk away.
womanizer!jiraiya who finds that women normally come to him like bees drawn to honey. he's one of the legendary sannin after all, a heroic man like him usually suits well with the ladies. so how come a gorgeous woman such as yourself seem to find no attraction to him?
womanizer!jiraiya who wonders if you just like the chasing game. that's fine— he doesn't mind playing the part if it's what gets you going.
womanizer!jiraiya who unintentionally happens to appear wherever shop you look around at next, offering to pay for anything you planned on getting all in agreement you gave him one chance. and if not that, at the very least a conversation.
womanizer!jiraiya who soon begins to realize that perhaps you just don't like him. he'd done nothing but show you kindness, consideration, and respect. so why did you insist on giving him zero effort in return for his?
womanizer!jiraiya who finally accepts his fate and heads back to his hotel room, dumped— but still looking forward to one last night of rest before he's back on the road by morning.
womanizer!jiraiya who on his walk there hears small commotion coming from a nearby alleyway that catches his attention. it isn't until he peaks around the corner to find you surrounded by a couple of punks does he interfere.
womanizer!jiraiya who interrupts their harassment with a couple of basic jutsu that sends low life's like them running in less than 5 minutes. although the pale look on your face is one he'd never thought he'd see, considering how unbothered you seemed to be earlier.
womanizer!jiraiya who checks on you with a warm smile, despite you turning him down harshly the whole day. "don't even worry about it, sweetheart!" he promises, "you sure you're alright?"
womanizer!jiraiya who watches as you bow out of thanks with your hands tucked tightly at your sides, face flushed with embarrassment as you assure him you were okay. and disgustingly enough, he can't help but wonder how you'd look bent over a desk with your legs spread wide, begging for him to fill you.
womanizer!jiraiya who is just about to turn around and leave before you're pulling him back by his wrist. "let me repay you, mister– uh.." you stumble for his name, biting your bottom lip as if internally cursing yourself for how stupid you may appear by now.
womanizer!jiraiya who only smirks at your struggle, finding this new side of you rather intriguing. "jiraiya, kiddo. you can call me jiraiya." and when you do, he curses himself for how good it sounds coming from those pretty lips of yours.
womanizer!jiraiya who can hardly contain his excitement when you ask him to take you back to wherever he's staying so you can uphold your offer. no matter how cool he attempts to play it off as, his entire body gets hot at the imagination of what might happen.
womanizer!jiraiya who you shortly end up making out with in his room like theres no tomorrow. tongues exploring each others mouth sloppily, though neither of you complain when the feeling is euphoric.
womanizer!jiraiya who has his lips and body glued to yours as he lays you onto the bed, mattress dipping from the sudden weight. when he separates his mouth from yours and pulls back, the sight of you perfectly spread out for him has his cock aching.
womanizer!jiraiya who doesn't waste any time pulling your panties down and plunging a thick finger into your soaked cunt. he watches as you throw your head back in pleasure, lips parting open to release a sharp gasp. "so you really are into me, huh? surely you're wet enough to take a little more."
womanizer!jiraiya who stands by his word, adding in another finger to stretch your walls out. you moan his name aloud when he pumps his digits mercilessly. he could see with your already fucked-out face, that you'd reach your orgasm sooner than expected.
womanizer!jiraiya who takes your breathless whimpers as a sign and leans down to kiss you roughly, fingers never halting.
womanizer!jiraiya who has you caged beneath him on top of the bed, large chest rising and falling in sync with yours. the sound of your pussy squelching with each push is enough to send him over the rails as well.
womanizer!jiraiya who curls his fingers just in time, eyes opening to watch the beautiful scrunched-up face you make reaching your high. "there we go— shit, baby." he grunts, slowing down his pace. "good fucking girl."
womanizer!jiraiya who pulls his fingers out with your cum dripping off, quickly pushing them into his mouth to taste you. he closes his eyes and moans at how surprisingly sweet you are, not wasting a single drop as he cleans off your juices.
womanizer!jiraiya who think it's only fair if you see how delicious you are for yourself. pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a small "pop!", he grins before looking at you. "you wanna taste of both of us? c'mon, open up for me, pretty."
womanizer!jiraiya who presses his wet fingers to the plush of your lips, slowly pushing through as your warm mouth welcomes him happily. he analyzes how your glossy eyes look at him dazed, accepting him to fully control your body.
womanizer!jiraiya who groans and clenches his jaw when your tongue roams his two digits, watching with fascination as you lick up all that remains.
womanizer!jiraiya who feels his cock twitch with need in his pants, begging for any sort of friction. he grabs your hand and guides it onto his bulge, letting you fully grasp what he has in store for you. "you know what you do to me, kid?" his gaze meets with yours, and he smirks. "i'm dying to fuck you right now."
you're so right anon! shikamaru is one of my other favs actually (//∇//) if you have any scenarios or thirsts for him, don't be afraid to send some in <33
thinking about movie night with nanami. You’re sitting in his lap comfortably, head resting on his shoulder while you giggle at the movie. But nanami doesn’t care for the movie when two of his thick fingers are plunged deep inside of your pussy. He’s moving them so slowly, teasing you as he pumps them in and out. Every now and then you’ll grip onto his arm that’s holding you in place, getting too distracted before he corrects you. “Focus on the movie, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear all while massaging your g-spot. He’s so cruel to you but he’s enjoying playing with you. Your eyes will slip down to where his fingers are, can’t help but stare at the way his fingers disappear into your sopping hole. You see them glisten with the glow of the tv light and bite down on your bottom lip as grow needier for more. “Eyes up.” He guides your chin up, holding your jaw in place. With every passing minute you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter, and your heart beat faster and faster sneaking glances and letting out stifled whimpers every now and again.
The pads of his fingers run up your slit, rubbing your swollen clit in small circles making you tense up. A shaky breath escapes your throat, and you’re trying your best to focus on the movie but it’s so hard to when he’s whispering such filthy things in your ear. “You want my fingers back inside that pretty pussy? I bet it feels so good to be stuffed full, huh?” He smirks against your skin. All you do is nod, gently grinding your hips against his hand because you’re done playing by the rules. You reach for his wrist, moving his hand downward back to your fluttering hole. “Is that where you want me?” He breathes against your skin. Just before you could answer he plunges his fingers back inside, your pussy making the most lewd squelch ever. “Just lean back and feel good, darling.” He held you against him tightly while he worked you open with his fingers, pressing and dragging his fingers against your g-spot with more pressure.
“Hear that?” He dragged his fingers in out of your soaked cunt, a wave of embarrassment washing over you at how wet you were. “Is this all for me? If so, it’d be a shame if I didn’t get a taste.” His fingers reached up to his mouth, sucking your juices off like you were the best thing he’s ever tasted. Your body shuddered in anticipation, as he brought his fingers back down to your pussy, gathering more of your slick. “Have a taste, baby.” Without hesitation you opened your mouth, feeling his fingers lay flat on your tongue where you tasted yourself on him. “Tastes good, doesn’t it? Such a good girl for me.” He grabs your chin, planting his lips on yours, his tongue sliding past your lips and into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss as he began fingering you again, going faster than he was before.
You pull away, breathing heavily as you feel yourself growing closer to cumming. “Ken,” you whimper, your nails digging into his forearm while your legs begin to shake. “Oh fuck,” you squeak, your jaw slack as you become mesmerized by the view in front of you. Nanami kisses your neck gently, watching as well, feeling the way your walls tighten around him.
“I can feel it, sweetheart. Tell me how badly you wanna cum,” he huskily says, moving his fingers faster on purpose.
“Please, let me cum! I need it so bad, Ken! You always make me feel so good, baby,” you cry out, your chest moving up and down rapidly.
“Good girl. Let it out for me.” As if on command, clear liquid gushes from your cunt, soaking his hand and couch in the process but he doesn’t dare stop. “There you go, sweetheart. There you fucking go.” He kisses you tenderly as he drags every last bit of your orgasm out of you until your entire body is shaking. He removes his fingers, gently slapping your messy pussy, chuckling when you whine at the sensation. His thumb toys with your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “What a mess you’ve made.” He clicks his tongue at you.
“You’re no fair!” You pant, gasping when applies pressure to your clit.
“I think a thank you would be better. What do you think?” He looks at you with fox like eyes, and you can’t help but stare back with such desperation.
“Thank you,” you mutter under your breath.
“Atta girl.” He slaps your pussy a few more times causing you to buck your hips. “Now, keep watching the movie. I’m not finished playing with you.”
rewatching naruto and tell me why i just realized how fine Jiraiya is?? would you guys like to see more stuff about naruto characters? (*≧∀≦*) leave requests or thirsts in my asks please!!!
WARNING !! : Virginity loss, mean!reader, blowjobs, PiV unprotected, slight dick desc, cum swallowing, cowgirl position, swearing. Lemme know if I missed anything!
Summary : When your grades drop extremely low and leave you with a bad reputation, you decide it's up to that stupid dork Izuku to tutor you. Oh, a maybe ruin his virginity too.
A/N : A long ass wait, I hope you'll forgive me! (＾ｰ^) Love you all, and happy late New Years!!!
Never in a million years would Midoriya ever think that this day would come.
The day when you came to him after class and shoved your paper in his face with a big fat 'F' in the corner, ranting on and on about how much your reputation is at risk when you are getting shitty scores on tests and practically failing every exam.
It seems to go on for about another 30 minutes until you look him in the eyes and tell him not ask, tell him, "You're gonna tutor me so all of my hard work doesn't go for nothing, loser."
He remembers how sharp your eyes were that day when you pressed your pointer finger against his chest and made him swear on how he wouldn't let you fail. Claiming you'd make his life even more of a shit show if he let you down.
So of course, he's frantically nodding as he swears he would never let that happen! Sure, you two have had your differences, but maybe this could fix the relationship you and him had. And if not, he's just glad you're willing to let him keep the already toxic bond you share and not make it any worse.
Ultimately, you both end up at his house, sitting on his strangely clean floor as he explains how each problem is somehow related the next in the most complicated way possible. It twists your brain just right in some inhumanly fashion that you haven't experienced since you actually cared for your education.
One stupid math problem leads to another, and you quickly find yourself getting bored. Your eyes linger on to his pretty pink lips as he blabbers on about some random subject you don't bother to listen to. Each word that leaves his mouth has you a little more fixated on him. It especially leaves you in a trance when he presses his lips together nervously, catching your obvious stare and wondering if he'd done something wrong.
"Is... everything okay?" he speaks up, the hesitation in his voice so obviously showing. You can't help but roll your eyes and snatch the sheet of paper out of his hands, already tired of supposed tutoring. "This is boring!" you slam the paper on the floor, which Midoriya pathetically flinches at. "You can barely get a sentence out without stuttering or avoiding eye contact! Have you even talked to women outside of me?"
He doesn't know why, but your words hit him harder than usual. Sure, he's never been the luckiest with women, let alone have a relationship above friends... but he could if he wanted to! He's doesn't know the lines of unattractive or attractive, but he knows he isn't ugly enough for girls to not even look at him.
It takes him a few seconds of silence to reply, debating on a good comeback. "I-I have... There's plenty of females who I talk to." Even with a lie as obvious as that, he doesn't expect you to burst out into laughter, hands clutching at your stomach as you wheeze and gasp for air.
Sweat beads form on his forehead, and his face goes red with embarrassment. He watches in humiliation as you try and settle yourself down, somehow becoming infatuated with the way yours crinkle with joy, and the way your teeth show brightly to light up your face. Suddenly, he feels his body temperature spiking up, warm from how flushed he is.
Once you finally calm down, your eyes flicker back up to him. He's watching you intently, fingers fidgeting with themselves as he waits for your next word. You find it amusing, really, with how patient he manages to remain with you even after all the tormenting things you do to him. Maybe— just this once... you can be a little more appreciative of his kindness.
Slowly, you pick yourself up from your sitting position and get on all fours to crawl to him. His eyes go wide and he bites his bottom lip, and you can tell he's anticipating what's about to happen. "Y'know.." you begin, "I'd be willing to show you what a woman does when she likes a man."
Midoriyas jaw drops open as you get closer to him. His brain goes mushy when he can feel your warm breath tickle his skin, reminding him just how close you are. His breathing gets heavier, and he swallows down his nervousness.
It suddenly feels like the worlds going to stop on him in any moment when your hand inches towards the layer of fabric above his leg. "What do you m-mean?" But you know he isn't dumb. It's clear he understands your intentions since you've seen the shit he writes and reads about. Who knows what he's watching behind closed doors.
"We're gonna fuck. Or do you not want to?" You state it so bluntly, Midoriya thinks you've gone crazy. Its always been you teasing or making fun him, putting him down and setting a clear boundary between you two. Now here you are, claiming you want to have sex with him!
His eyes shoot down to your hand and then back up to meet yours. Panicking, he decides on blurting out whatever he can think of. "I never said that! It's just that well you caught me off guard and I've never done this sort of thing so–"
"Shut up before I change my mind!" you cut his nervous rambling off irritably. Silencing, he nods his head slowly, afraid of screwing this up any further. He's only seen what happens in the stupid pornos he watches, so he hesitates on what to do. But when he catches a glimpse of your impatient face, he mutters a quiet "sorry" for the wait and quickly tackles his fingers with his waist band to push it off his hips.
And when he does, you eyes widen at the sight of his boner, not expecting him to be as big as he was. It twitches under the thin material of his boxers as you hungrily stare, begging to be freed from its confinement. You don't waste any time, reaching to pull down the front of the fabric. His meaty cock springs up and bounces with release, making you ogle at the sight.
Despite not being a mathematician, you estimate a total length of 5.7 inches and a girth a little below half of that. Long and angry veins lead up to his blushed red tip, which already leaks pre-cum. A small patch of green hair covers below the base, matching the messy patch he has on his head. Naturally, a pool of saliva pools in your mouth as you take in the sight before you.
Midoriya watches you keenly as you admire his length, blushing when you look back up at him. "So this is what you've been hiding from me, huh?" you tease, and he waves his hand in front of his face as he rapidly shakes his head, sputtering out whatever he can to deny or defend your accusation.
While he isn't paying attention to what's happening below him, you lean down to place the flat of your tongue on his tip. Almost instantly, he lets out an unexpected whine and bucks his hips forward, pushing more than just the tip past your lips. The heat of your mouth, overwhelming him, quickly sends him off the edge. Pathetically enough, he might not last as long as he thought he would.
You smirk to yourself at his reaction and press forward, placing your hands on his thighs as you swallow him whole. Your wet mouth coats his dick easily, making it easier to take him. A slutty moan echoes throughout the room, and he quickly slams his own hand against his mouth. His panting escalates through the muffles past his fingers as you bring your head up and down on his cock. Your tongue drags along his base from each bob of your head, memorizing the veins that decorate it.
His hand falls from his mouth and finds its place in the roots of your hair, tangling it between his fingers. "Shit— feels s-so– good!" he whimpers, grinding his hips to the rhythm of your bobbing. The gagging sounds you make when his tip hits the back of your throat makes warmth rush to his face. He swears he's never felt anything better than this.
The hand that's taken place in your hair tightens, and he lets his mouth fall open, only shaky moans and cries leaving him. He finds it incredible how you haven't come up for air yet, only breathing through your nose like a professional. And the way you take his whole cock like it's nothing proves his point.
It isn't long before he can feel himself about to cum, lengthy moans slipping out as he grinds lazily into your mouth. You take notice of this, sloppily finishing him off and picking up the pace in which you take him. "I'm gonna— fuck!" He pushes your head down to where your nose brushes his pubes, ramming his cock deep enough to knock past your uvula. His eyes close tightly as his warm cum washes into your mouth, clenching his teeth roughly together.
Once his fingers untangle from the crown of your head, you quickly swallow his cum and push yourself up to breath. As soon as you're able to sit up, you gasp and take in as much air through your lungs as you can. "How the hell do you–" cough "cum so much.." You complain, shooting him a glare. Midoriya is practically passed out, leaning back with his cock slapped against his abs as he pants tiredly.
" 'M sorry," He whines, peaking one eye open to look at you. Even with droplets of his cum on your face and now messed up hair, he still thinks you look breathtakingly gorgeous. "It just felt so good and I couldn't help myself. Are you... o-okay?"
Scoffing at his worries, you push a loose piece of hair behind your ear and rest your eyes for a moment. "Fine. At least you gave me somewhat of a warning." And he might be overly exhausted from the earth shattering orgasm he just had, but he swears he can see a small tint of blush form on your cheeks. The thought of you having somewhat of an attraction to him makes his stomach go weak. Can such a thing really happen?
When he goes to close his eyes again and take a breath, he hears you stand up and begin removing something from your body. His eyes open up out of curiosity and he's met with you removing your pants and underwear. "W-wait, I thought we were done—" he pauses when he catches sight of your pretty pussy, slowly being revealed as you strip free from your panties.
Heat rushes to his face again as you walk back over to him and sit yourself down with two knees outside of his legs. He doesn't even notice his cock spring back up to life as his eyes take you in. "I said I was going to fuck you, didn't I?" The tease in your voice has him growing in desperate need of you once again, and he can do nothing but nod and let you take the lead.
You scoff and shake your head, hand grabbing his dick below you and aligning it with your hole. Midoriya sucks in a breath and watches as you let your hips slowly fall down so his tip brushes your clit. "Shit–" you shakily breathe, grinding your hips back and forth to swipe your pussy along his cock.
He whimpers needingly as his hands find the fat of your hips, giving him something to hold onto. You do the same, resting your arms around his neck when you finally slip his leaking tip into your warmth. The both of you moan in sync from the pleasure, pressing your bodies closer together. "I'm not sure it'll... fit." You admit embarrassingly, biting the inside of your lip as you cautiously lower yourself.
He anxiously waits for you to fuck him, so he can finally feel the walls of your cunt. And when you bring your body down and let him stretch you out, he shamefully cries out your name, pleading for you to warm his cock. "Needa' feel you! Please, I need to feel more!". You grumble back a snarky comment, but decide to get it over with.
The weight of your ass hits his thighs and you let out a lewd moan, similar to one of the porn star Midoriya likes so much. His girthy length splits you open entirely, hitting your cervix harsh enough to leave bruising for at least the next few days. He impatiently rolls his hips into you, whimpering random nonsense to try and keep himself from finishing too quick.
As soon as you adjust to his size enough to keep going, you begin to drag yourself up and down on him. The heat of your pussy invites him in sensibly, gummy walls being stretched each time you bounce on him. It doesn't go unnoticed by how wet you are already, letting him glide in and out of you easily. "You're so— fuck.." His thick fingers squeeze your skin, bound to leave marks you'll see in the morning. "So so so so good." He whines, face flush with euphoria.
You don't hesitate to start riding him faster, tits bouncing against him under your shirt. The familiar feeling of his stomach tightening approaches him once more, making him groan. Your skin meets his as you push your ass up and down on him, feeling your own orgasm begin to rise in you.
Sweat forms one body, exhaust briefly catching up to you as you ride him like your life depends on it. His cocks plunges into you so sweetly, making you unable to hold back a single moan as it hits the spongey wall in you. It has you gasping with each puncture it deals on you.
The whole room is filled with slutty sounds and wet slapping, seemingly like a porn video. It feeds into the sex perfectly, only bringing him to finish sooner. "Im so close! Please— don't stop!" Midoriya gasps, shutting his eyes tightly to let the feeling of pleasure take over him.
You take notice of the way his cock twitches inside of you, begging to spill his cum into your walls. Digging your fingers into his shoulder, you let out a string of moans before letting your orgasm rush through you and make you cum riding him.
Pants leave your lips as you grind yourself on him, rocking out the pleasure on his body to ease yours before pushing your sore knees up slightly so his dick can be free from your pussy. It separates from you with a small pop! sound, leaving you empty once again. The sight of him jerking his hips into the air as his cum spurts from his slit and onto his chest with a somehow cutely fucked out face, leave you wishing for another round.
The atmosphere seems to settle down after awhile as the two of you rest against each other, calming yourselves down from your session. "You're a pathetic fucking pervert, you weirdo." You smack his shoulder with your remaining strength, mumbling curses on your breath.
But before he can say anything, or make some half ass witted reply, your soft snoring cuts him off. Midoriya can't help himself when he softly smiles, because truthfully, he knows deep down you care for him.
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