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moumouton4 · 11 months

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Imagine Being Orochimaru's Daughter And Dating Yamato

A/n : I had a hard time writing it it felt so weird to struggle. But I fnally made it and I love it 🔥🦔

A/n : For the fic purpose imagine that you're sitting at a table on the floor, next to Yamato and Orochimaru is in front of him

Warnings : Fluff, slight comedy, Orochimaru has his own role in the fic as much as Yamato, Yamato is canon-verse like he doesn't seem to mind being the subject of Mokuton test of Orochimaru

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Yamato had never wondered about your family ties. After all, he didn't have anyone, so maybe you didn't either. He had met you at the Anbu long after Kakashi had become a genin instructor.

So he was very surprised at the beginning of your 3 year relationship when you told him that you would like to introduce him to your father figure. He was very surprised and he was a little - a lot - stressed. What if he gave the wrong impression, what if he didn't like him, and what if-

"Hey Yamato" you said rubbing his arm in a comforting way "Everything is going to be fine don't worry he's going to love you" "Y-you're sure ?" "Sure and certain"

He had taken a breath and after a quick kiss you parted, you going back to your place and he going back to the comfort of his apartment, ideas running wild in his head about meeting your "father" the next day.

On your side you didn't worry too much, you had known Orochimaru since you were a child. In your case he hadn't tried to trick you in any way. No. He simply took you in out of a sense of... kindness. He tried to convince himself that he was doing this for his own interest, but his heart had begun to change without him realizing it.

Of course one could clearly see that you were adopted, your h/c hair and beautiful e/c eyes were a far cry from the piercing, reptilian eyes of your father. But still you grew to love each other as father and daughter. He had taught you everything and you had been a great help in your own way.

On the big day Yamato took some time to decide what he would wear to make a good impression on your father. Far from thinking that he knew unfortunately enough already. He did his hair and decided to let his forehead protector home before leaving his house and heading towards yours.

He decided to take the path to the park to clear his mind of the anxieties that plagued him.

"Hello Tenzo what brings you in this outfit ?" he heard the voice of Kakashi who was reading a book sitting on a bench, his finger was pointed at the suit pants he was wearing.

"Ah that" he rubbed the back of his neck "I-I'm going to meet Y/n's father so I wanted to make a good first impression"

"First impression ? But you already know each other" he answered confidently

Yamato froze for a moment, his eyes fixed on Kakashi "Wait how ? When ?"

Kakashi smirked realizing that his old friend had no information on the subject "Well I won't spoil the surprise for you you'll see when you get there"

"Kakashi please tell me who it is-"

"Goodbye" said the older ninja waving, before he disappeared in a poof of smoke.

"Come on" Yamato shoot raising his hands above his head, before continuing his walk towards your house.

But the closer he got to your house the more he felt a sense of unease in his heart. He felt as if he could feel an extremely powerful chakra emanating from there.

When he got to the door he stopped, trying to remember who he had felt the chakra from before. He had already been standing in front of the door for 10 minutes as if he was trying to bore holes while he was trying to recall it. His eyes widened as he made the connection between the fabulous source of chakra and an old enemy he had a lot to do with in the past. He felt his heart racing with forecasting, how would Orochimaru react knowing that the man you as chosen was one of the children he had taken from his family to perform Mokuton tests.

He knew however that Orochimaru had changed but still, he wouldn't have thought that you were his daughter, not only because of the resemblance but also because you didn't really look like someone who had grown up with someone who was so evil - but truth be told you didn't grow up with this side of him. But little did he know that Orochimaru was not the same man with you as he was at that moment with the others who were using him for his personal scientific research.

Inside though, while you were busy serving the tea you had prepared to your father he drew your attention.

"Dear I think he knows, I've been sensing his chraka at the door for quite a while" his voice steady not giving anything away as usual.

You sighed serving your own tea "I know... I've been sensing it too. I'm going to talk to him" you said walking towards the door "Try not to eavesdrop... this time" you said sending him a dark glare before opening the door.

With a quick step you left your apartment and turned in his direction. He jumped back, still on his guard. A slight blush appeared on his face when he saw the pretty sundress you had specially put on for the occasion.

"Erm hey Y/n what are you doing here ?" he said mentally facepalming himself when he realized how stupid what he was saying was.

"Well I was at home waiting for you" you chuckled taking his hand in yours "But now that you're here I don't have to wait anymore"

He smiled sheepishly knowing that because of his moment of reflection concerning the identity of your father he was nearly 10 minutes late.

You took a step back into your apartment but his hand tightened on yours. When you looked back at him he gave you a look of doubt and apprehension. Of course you knew why and you bitterly regretted the childhood Yamato had known because of your father's actions. However, you couldn't go back in time as much as you wanted to, nor could you not tell him or at least formalize your relationship with Orochimaru, the latter being very close to you, because of the gratefulness he felt that you had helped him change.

You took a step back into your apartment but his hand tightened on yours. When you turned your head back to him he gave you a look of doubt and apprehension. Of course you knew why and you bitterly regretted the childhood Yamato had known because of your father's actions. However, you couldn't go back as much as you wanted to, nor could you not tell him who your father is, or at least formalize your relationship with Orochimaru, the latter being very close to you, because of the gratfulness he felt that you had helped him change.

You came back on your steps and took him in your arms. As his head set on your shoulder you whispered to him "That's okay if you don't wanna met him. I won't blame you"

But he shook his head "No, I'm sticking with it. Sorry for the internal reflection moment"

He kissed the top of your head and nodded "We're good to go"

And so the two of you enter your apartment. After taking off his shoes Yamato walked shyly into the dining room, where Orochimaru was sitting at the table with his back to him, he recognized his long black hair. Suddenly he stands up and his gaze settles on you first before landing on Yamato. He bows respectfully in an uncanny way and Yamato does the same for politeness.

"Okay so dad this is Yamato... and you guys already know each other so I'm gonna let you guys and get some cake for tea" you said before running hoping you didn't forget to buy the pastries.

Once out of the room Orochimaru looked at Yamato and whispered "Don't expect an exaggerated display of politeness from me"

Yamato swallowed hard, he didn't even have time to answer when you come back in the room with a plate of pastries.

"Hey I didn't forget them after all" you said smiling.

"I bet these namagashis will be delicious my Dear" smiled your father.

Yamato's mouth hung open, not because of the pastries you bought in the bakery but because Orochimaru had just called you my Dear ?!? I mean he was your father but still it wasn't usual to act so- is that a genuine smile on his face ?!? O.O

After you all took a patisseries, orochimaru see you exchange a look of love with Yamato and he felt his heart swell, he was delighted to see his little flower happy and shining like that.

Yamato on his side had a hard time to relax. You realized this and discreetly tried to start a conversation with your father "So how are you doing ?" unfortunately for you the conversation lasted less time than you thought "Oooh you know the usual. Oh by the way Dear would you like to warm up my tea please it's running cold" "Of course" and with that you went back to the kitchen with his glass of tea in hand.

Once you were out of sight, Orochimaru, after taking a bite from his cake, put it back down and asked the man in front of him "I hope this isn't one of your schemes to keep an eye on me. If she ever were to complain about you in any way you will have to deal with me"

The end of his sentence was brimming with murderous envy. Of course he wanted to assess Yamato's worth but he was firm on the fact that whoever hurt his princess would end up hearing from him. Of course Yamato realized this last part and almost choked on his cake, he quickly took a sip of tea to swallow. Then he spoke, his eyes full of determination.

"No, of course not, I will never allow myself to play with her feelings in order to ensure your surveilliance"

His interlocutor smirked "Talking about feelings. Did the ROOT give them back to you packed in a box ?"

And just at these words, a wave of feelings comes to crash on the poor yamato, who had no idea of what Orochimaru was currently trying to do. Maybe because of stress or something else he didn't even think that the latter was maybe trying to test him. No, directly his mind jumped to conclusions and he imagined a twisted scenario in which Orochimaru decided that he had had enough of him and decided to eliminate him coldly.

But listening to his heart Yamato instead of crumbling under the weight of the words, decided to straighten up and look Orochimaru in the eye, his eyes filled with a certain determination and dare he add an ounce of protectiveness. Liking the look in his eyes, Orochimaru smiled - but even his smile was frightening for him lmao - causing Yamato to be even more wary.

As he tried to gather his words to refute your father's words and express his true and unwavering devotion to you, you came back in with the steaming tea as requested, along with another cake

As you placed the tea in front of your father and the cake in the center of the table, your gaze fell on Yamato who had just swallowed the words he was about to address to your father. The smile he tried to throw at you to divert attention, as you sat back down next to him, could not hide the apprehension in his eyes.

You decided not to say anything, judging that if Yamato had thought it worthwhile to talk about it, he would have done so. However, your resolve was broken when your father took a knife to cut the cake and Yamato squeezed your hand under the table quite tightly.

And as if to add to his condition, your father spoke up and put a piece of cake in front of Yamato "I made this one myself. As a guest you'll be the first tasting it"

He couldn't say no in front of you, so with a trembling hand Yamato took a fork and dug it into the slice of cake before putting it in his mouth and exchanging a fearful look with you.

"What the hell was going on ?" you thought while waiting for him to finish his bite. He couldn't say that he didn't like the cake the sannin made however he was weary at the sight of its composition.

That was enough for you and you asked him "Tenzo are you feeling alright ?"

He looked at you with a face full of recognition, but also of embarrassment, as he saw Orochimaru serve you a piece and you too took a bite. He wouldn't try to poison his own child after all and with that he realized little by little that his apprehension and distrust of the sannin was a little out of place.

He looked at you before looking at your father, his voice filled with remorse even though he was trying to hide it "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding"

You looked at both of them trying to understand what misunderstanding your partner was talking about but Orochimaru spoke up.

"There is nothing wrong with that, my reputation is tenacious and I know it. However I appreciate what I can see before me" he said nodding approvingly as he looked at you.

You glanced at Yamato whose look made you understand that he was going to explain everything to you later. The meeting went much better than it had started for everyone, Yamato felt much more at ease, Orochimaru seemed satisfied with your choice and you... well you still had trouble understanding what you had missed but you were happy that everything went well nevertheless.

As you realized that the meeting was coming to an end, orochimaru spoke up "And by the way, who is going to move in with whom, as I realize that you both live in the center of town, maybe a house more away from the hustle and bustle would be more appropriate for infants"

"Infants ?!? 👀" exclaimed Yamato, a hint of red defining itself on his cheeks, his eye twitching.

"Pfffffffff dad !!!" you said after making a spit take as you started to choke on the little bit of tea you had swallowed. Yamato jumped towards you and gently tapped on your back to help you evacuate.

"What I'm worried about is my offspring-" he said before dodging a kunai that you threw at him. Yamato whistled, you were indeed your father's daughter. The latter chuckled "Oh I'm teasing you, Darling. Take care" and with that he placed a kiss on your forehead, nodded to Yamato and left your apartment, a smile on his lips as he added "Until next time Tenzo" and closed the door behind him, and this time it was the one who made a spit take.

You chuckled at your father's behavior, you didn't expect it all to go so well. When your gaze rested on Yamato, he was red, his mind retracing what your father had said about the children. A slight shudder ran through his body as he imagined the possible consequences that Orochimaru's words of you both having kids were having on him.

You gently ran your hand over his arm telling him how great he did for an official first meeting with your father. You quirked an eyebrow at him when you left how hot his skin felt under your touch "Aw is it because he talked about children that you are in this state ?" you chuckled as he buried his face in your neck his face as red as a tomato.

"You know" you said still patting his back "The subject of children won't be on the plate until the two of us decide it. That won't stop us from having our fun though" you said winking at him and clearing away the cakes that were on the table.

As his eyes followed your figure retreating into the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run through his body, was this an invitation ? Well for that there was only one way to know. He ran his fingers through his hair and with a decided but timid step decided to follow you. And take whatever you had in store for him.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥪🥧 Again my requests are open 🍵🍮

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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reelovesfictionalmen · 1 month

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Masterlist.

ALL READERS ARE 30+ AND WRITTEN WITH AFAB IN MIND

Here is a link to all my fics I have posted here. Most are cross posted to my Ao3.

Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost x 30+year old Reader SFW headcanons for Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW headcanons for Simon "Ghost" Riley

John Price

NSFW headcanons for John Price SFW headcanons for John Price An Eternity Together

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish Johnny's Little Pain Slut (HEAVY bdsm links to Ao3 post) Am I your Good Boy? SubSoap x Soft Dom Reader

Naruto Yamato Pregnancy and Baby Headcanons for Yamato x Reader Relationship headcanons for Yamato x Reader Obito Uchiha You can't run from me The Elder Scrolls Bastian Hallix Romantic Headcanons for Bastian Hallix

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #elder scrolls headcanon #elder scrolls x reader #yamato tenzo headcannons #yamato tenzo x reader #naruto x reader #obito uchiha x reader #bastian hallix x vestige #bastian hallix x reader #soap x reader #john price x reader #ghost x reader #mw2 x reader

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spiderlily-w1tch-blog · 4 months

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【ＮＡＲＵＴＯ】

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 𝟷𝟷

Naruto Uzumaki

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Sasuke Uchiha

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Shikamaru Nara

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Kiba Inuzuka

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Neji Hyuuga

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Shino Aburame

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙸𝚂/𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃𝚂

Shibi Aburame

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Shikaku Nara

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Kakashi Hatake

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Jiraiya

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Yamato | Tenzou

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Minato Namikaze

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Tobirama Senju

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Madara Uchiha

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁

Itachi Uchiha

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Orochimaru

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

【Ｂａｃｋ　ｔｏ　Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔｓ】

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beneathstarryskies · 2 years

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Day 24: Thigh Riding with Yamato Tenzo

Warnings: fem!reader, teasing, edging

Tag list: @actuallysaiyan @loki-love @the-eternal-sunflower

Yamato is sitting at the desk in the corner of the living room. His shoulders are slumped as he concentrates on writing up his report. You’d been excited when he came home, in fact you’d practically thrown yourself at him. Ever the dutiful shinobi, he asked for you to be patient so he can finish up his work.

“After that, I’m all yours,” he’d promised.

However, that was an hour ago. You’d even gone to take a shower and change into his favorite little nightgown to entice him. He hadn’t even looked up from his report. You pout as you wait for him as long as you can. You get up off the couch and walk over to him. You start rubbing his shoulders and he lets out a soft moan.

“I missed you so much,” you whisper softly.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

He straightens up in his chair and sighs softly. You come around to lean on the desk. For the first time he takes in the sight of your pretty body covered in silk, and he feels need stirring to life in his stomach.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” he says and pats his thigh.

“Happily,” you purr.

This was the chance you were hoping for. You straddle his muscular thigh and lean in to kiss him softly. Your fingers tangle through his dark hair as you try to deepen the kiss. He pulls away apologetically.

“I’m almost done, sweetheart. Then, I’m all yours.”

“You said that an hour ago.”

You start to get up but he grabs your hips and forces you back on his thigh. The sudden stimulation against your clothed slit makes you moan. Yamato raises his brows with a devious smirk before leaning in to kiss you roughly.

“I think you can keep yourself entertained for a little while,” he winks playfully before returning to his report.

You can’t quite believe your usually shy, sweet lover would suggest something so naughty. As he works on the report, you wiggle a bit on his lap. He hums softly in acknowledgement, but otherwise stays focused on his work.

Feeling a little more confident in yourself, you start dragging your hips against his thigh. The wetness in your panties grows the more you stimulate yourself. Your arms lock around his neck to keep yourself stable as you start rutting faster. Your juices leak through your panties and smear against the front of his pants. It feels so good, but it’s just not the same as him actually touching you.

“Yamato, please,” you whine.

“But you look so pretty like this,” he teases as he takes in the sight of your flushed face. “Keep going baby.”

He lets his free hand rest on your hip and he helps guide your pace. You can feel your orgasm building, but it seems just out of reach. Tears of frustration sting your eyes as you rest your head on his shoulder. Desperate whines and pleas fall from your lips. Everytime you try to slow down or stop, his firm hand is guiding you to keep going. You feel pathetic for needing him this bad, but it makes Yamato feel like the luckiest man in the world.

When he finally finishes his report, you’re hoping to get more from him. Instead, he sits back in his chair with both hands cupping your waist. His eyes are glued between your legs, entranced by the wet spot from your arousal on his pants.

“Please, help,” you plead.

“I’m actually quite enjoying this show,” he smirks. “Why don’t you keep going?”

#tenzo x reader #yamato tenzo x reader #kinktober 2022

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ayyyez · 1 year

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Headcanons on shisui, minato, and Yamato on how they'd react to their s/o (civilian shinobi or otherwise:)) getting attacked and almost dying? 😭 need the agnst in my life rn I love ur work ur iconic uwu

A/N: the angsssst! but it's okay I love angst it's what I do haha but mostly as long as it has a happy ending because we deserve that as a treat as do they. And aw thanks sm!

TAGS: angst, reader attacked/almost dies, sad characters, mini scenarios rather than headcanons, mentions of hospitals, mentions of wounds, mentions of being impaled, no graphic injuries, characters blaming themselves, long post under cut

CHARACTERS: Shisui Uchiha, Minato Namikaze, Yamato

SHISUI UCHIHA

Shisui is usually the calm and collected one no matter the situation. He can take out any enemy. Always has a plan and can lighten any situation with a lighthearted quip should it call for it.

But this, oh god nothing can prepare him for this.

You're not supposed to be able to get hit. Your entire jutsu is supposed to be impenetrable. More so than that, he's supposed to be your eyes in case things go wrong, your back up.

The enemy found a weak spot though—pulled a thread in the seam everything falls apart right in front of him.

Shisui feels so powerless as he calls your name.

'I've got you.' He says, catching you just before you hit the ground.

He ducks for cover as kunai come at him from all sides. The rest of the squad focus on the guy who got you. Taking down the rest of the enemies is a sinch in comparison. He can't even think about anything else except getting you out and alive.

When he makes it through the thick of the trees he feels you tremble in his arms.

'Shisui.' You call his name, same as you have a thousand times before but this time it's so quiet, almost ghostly.

Shisui is terried to look down but he has to. He can't let you down by betraying his fears. He needs to make you feel safe.

'H-hey.' He doesn't mean to let his voice slip and tremble as he sees how you don't look so good. 'It's going to be alright. We're almost there.'

You manage a nod.

By the time he makes it to the medics you begin to fade and he panics. They take you off his hands and into the tent to tend to your wounds.

Shisui spends the whole time pacing outside pale as a ghost.

He can't sit or stand still. He's a jolting mess. He can barely accept the water or food offered to him by his comrades.

It's the longest wait of his life waiting for you to wake up.

'Shisui.' Is the first thing you say as you come to.

He cries he's so overcome with emotion. Takes your hand and drops his face against it. Poor Shisui is so exhausted and has been so scared he just loves you so much.

MINATO NAMIKAZE

Guilt overwhelms Minato as he sits in the hospital room waiting for you to wake up.

He wasn't there when you had been injured because he held so much faith in your ability to hold your own and now he can't help but blame himself for being so carless. He should have been there. He should have been with you.

It's not that now he believes you can't handle yourself, it's that he should have been there anyway. Anyone can slip up. Anything can happen. This is proof of that and he knows that now.

If he could go back and do things differently—

No it's too late for that. He would do right and better by you now.

He stays by your side each day waiting for you to wake up. He speaks to you, tells you little things about each day that are trivial but also deep things like how much he cares for you.

'I'm sorry.' He whispers, stroking your hand. 'I love you, I'll be here when you wake up.'

He lets go of your hand and walks over to the window to look out onto the village below.

Everything seems smaller, holds less meaning without you here awake beside him. It's like something is missing. He's no longer quite whole.

There's a stiring behind him and Minato turns wide eyed to find you coming to.

He can't quite believe it when your eyes flutter open.

'Mmm.' You groan. 'Damn that hurts.'

A soft chuckle escapes him and then a few tears too. Just a flood of relief hits at the signs of you being there.

Then you turn to him, a little more awake.

'Hey.' You say. 'What are you doing all the way over there, huh?'

And that's all it takes for him to just crowd you in the tightest (but also careful) hug.

'I'm so glad you're awake.' He whispers. 'I'm so sorry.'

'Don't be sorry.' You assure him. 'I'm glad you're here though.'

He pulls away and looks you deep in the eyes. 'I love you.'

It's enough to take your breath away. 'I love you, too.'

YAMATO

The image of you jumping in front of him to protect him is something Yamato will never forget. He's not sure he can forgive you for it either if you don't wake up.

He knows neither of you had a choice but—

Seeing you there impaled is just not something he can ever forgive.

You should have let it hit him. Village be damned he'd rather—okay he would not rather hundreds of other people die instead of you getting injured but that's besides the point! He should never of had to see you that way. If you didn't worm your way into his life and make him care then—

Oh who is he kidding.

Yamato could never be mad at you.

He's mad at himself. He should never have agreed to put you in this situation in the first place. There should have been a better strategy. He should have thought up a better strategy.

'It was an impossible situation, stop beating yourself up over it and just be there instead.'

Yamato lifts his head.

'Kakashi.' He balls his fists against his pants then sighs unfurling them. 'I know it's just—'

'Just that you think you could have strategised yourself out of an impossible situation now that it's over.'

'This is different.'

'It's always different with the people we care about.' He gives him a knowing expression. 'With the people we love.'

'I don't need a pep talk right now.'

'No but you also don't need to sit here waiting for someone to scold you like you've done something wrong.'

Yamato gives him a doubtful look.

'You both did your duty and what you wanted to do so now you ought to both be together for the waking up part.' Kakashi sighs. 'Neither of you are dying today.'

Yamato takes a deep breath letting it settle in his lungs before he exhales again. Kakashi was right. He needs to be by your side.

'Okay.' Is all he says before he stands and heads to your room, leaving his senpai behind.

The tension is palpable as he enters your room. The machines beeping and your assisted breathing fill his ears. He sits beside you timid as he shifts closer.

'Sorry, I took so long.' Is all he whispers as he wakes for you to wake.

Your eyes flicker open a few moments later as if to let him know it's alright. He's not mad anymore, only relieved. Loved.

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honeykngdom · 3 months

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triad effect | pt. 2

Pairing: Yamato Tenzo x fem!reader x Kakashi Hatake

Synposis: Excuse me boyfriend’s best friend, I need you to come underwear shopping and tell me which set he’d find hottest as a gift. Oh, can you also explain what the hell this contraption you’ve put me in is? Wait, what are you doing in here … stop, we shouldn’t do this … alright. Maybe just this once.

CW: lingerie, alcohol use, cheating (i still promise it ends deliciously for reader!) sexting, exhibitionism, dry humping, public orgasm

part one | part three

You woke up Valentine's morning to an empty and cold bed. Much to his dismay, Yamato had two meetings before noon, followed by a short lunch with a few comrades. Even without being able to be home to spend the morning with you, he found a way to make it special. Roses were perfectly placed in a vase on the kitchen table, along with a card that read:

My sweet,

I’m sorry I couldn’t be home this morning - I hate this as much as you do. I’ll be home annoying (and loving) you before you know it.

I love you so much, have a good day!

P.S don’t forget to feed Snoring Beauty

Surprisingly, you didn’t have to wake Kakashi. By the time you retreated from Yamato’ bedroom after your shower, he was already waiting with a stack of pancakes placed in front of his seat, and yours.

A silent gesture.

Later that same evening, from your place secured in the bathroom, you could hear Yamato’s heavy boots as he entered the apartment. After a short pause and what sounded like an agitated grumble, his footsteps retreated, prompting the corners of your mouth to turn upwards in a smile. The snow hadn’t let up since it started the night before, covering the sidewalks and streets all over the village, and he knew you had been up since five this morning anxiously cleaning.

He was off wiping his boots. How thoughtful.

“Sweetness? You here?” Yamato called into the apartment, greeting Kakashi briefly before you heard his feet move into the kitchen. You warmed at the sound of your nickname, simply adoring the way it rolled off his tongue with such ease.

“Bathroom.” You called back, pulling up your lashes with the mascara wand.

You spent the better half of the last hour primping for the evening; your makeup was sprawled across their bathroom counter, and your dress hung with the shower curtain. You jumped a little at the knocks on the bathroom door, which was followed by the knob jiggling.

You pressed yourself to the door hastily. “Don’t come in!”

You were surprised to hear Kakashi groan, his head hitting the door. “I really have to pee.” He complained with a whine.

You rolled your eyes and pushed off the door, flipping the lock to keep him out. “No way, I just got your raunchy ass out of here.” You grimaced, thinking about how unbearable it had been trying to stand in the tiny space and curl your hair after he’d walked in here and dropped a bomb.

After a short pause, there was another tap on the door. This time, Yamato spoke. “I see an opened gift out there. I’m hoping that wasn’t for me?”

You swiped some bronzer on, hoping to bring some colour to your complexion. “No, it was for Kakashi.”

“No gift for me?” He was teasing, but he tried to make himself sound pouty.

You laughed once. “Oh, there’s a gift for you, too. But I figured everyone deserves a little chocolate on Valentine’s Day.” Kakashi announced he had a date for the evening, also, but you knew that his last-minute acceptance to the Anbu’s Date Party had been to appease one of his frequent flyers.

Though you couldn’t see him, you were sure he was smiling. “Always a sweetheart. Are you almost done?”

“Can’t rush perfection.” You reminded him, hands worrying with your hair again.

“If you saw what I saw in the morning, you would know you’re already there.”

Twenty minutes later (after playfully snapping a few photos in your newly purchased lingerie), you were slipping a red bodycon dress over your head and bustier carefully, and then walked into the living room where Yamato and Kakashi stood. They were watching the television, remote in Yamato’s hand, a bottle of beer in the Kakashi’s. In the last seventy-two hours, your poker face had been substantially tested when you were in their presence, but tonight it was no match for the fact that the boys were both wearing dress shirts and ties.

It was official. You had seen everything.

Kakashi was the first to notice you enter the room, knocking his fist against his best friend's chest with his mouth hung just slightly ajar. His warm brown orbs were locked on yours, but only momentarily. Then, they travelled downwards, taking their time to really appreciate all of your well-accentuated curves. There was something about the way his eyes watched you that made you feel sinful and warm.

You brought your eyes to gage Yamato; as always, he was already staring so reverently at you that you found it a little hard to breathe. You could already tell what he was thinking, and you knew that the dress wouldn’t last once you made it home. You would be lucky if it were still held together at the seams come dawn. There was so much devoted passion and love in the intensity of Yamato’s gaze, you felt like you could drown in it.

And then, you wanted to die.

All of this day, this meaning, this celebration of love was for nothing when you had done what you’d done. You swallowed nervously, suddenly wishing Kakashi would excuse himself or look away because his eyes hungrily drinking you in was not helping. At all.

Yamato stood to greet you, setting the remote on the coffee table. “Simply ravishing. I am a lucky, lucky man,” he mused delightfully, walking toward you until you were encircled in his strong arms. His lips gently pressed against yours, and then they travelled across your jaw, past your ear, and then down your neck to your collarbone. You couldn’t help but sigh and relax under his touch.

“You’re wearing a tie,” you replied softly, running your fingers down the material of his arms in awe.

He leaned away and looked down, examining his work. “I sorta hate it, but I figured you’d come out and take my damn breath away, so I figured why … not.” He paused, observing your face carefully. “You hate it, too.”

You shook your head, fixing the tie around his neck. “Not at all. Actually …” taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you pushed yourself up to his ear, “I’m considering the idea of staying home.” Your voice dropped with the suggestion, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear.

Yamato smiled and proudly ran his hand down his front. “Tempting offer, sweetness, but we’ve got reservations.” He paused at the door to help you into your coat, fixing your hair before he grabbed hold of his own coat. Smiling appreciatively, you followed him out to the elevator.

Once behind the closed doors, he turned to you with a wicked grin, stepping forward to press you to the mirror. Not too rough, but just enough. You laced your fingers behind his neck, nuzzling your nose just under his earlobe. He smelled incredible. The more you thought about it, the more you thought you really should stay home. Kakashi would have been leaving shortly, anyway. You could put your gift to use sooner and skip the part where you worried about ending up too painfully bloated after eating red meat.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and controlled. “This is going to be a very long, exciting evening. Do you think you can do one thing for me? It would make one of your gifts just a little better.”

One of my gifts? “What’s that?” It came out a little breathless, his lips just barely brushing over yours in a featherlight kiss. You wanted to chase them, but you knew better. He would only keep teasing.

The intensity of his gaze grew with each floor you descended. He placed a hand on either side of your face, tilting it upwards. “Submit.”

The word rang in the space around you. His voice had been clear and direct. There was no mistaking the conviction. When he dropped his hands, taking yours in his to exit into the underground parking garage, you inhaled as much as you could without drawing too much of his attention.

Suddenly, everything was too tight and constricting. The dress, the bustier, even your high-heels.

Within half an hour, you were sitting at the bar of a local restaurant. The place overflowed with guests and staff, but you were fortunate enough to find a couple of empty seats at the bar while you waited for your table to be ready. Looking around at the crowd, you noticed many other patrons wearing varying shades of red, white and black; most of them were accompanied by a partner.

Your phone vibrated in your lap; you turned it over and read the message, curious to know why Kakashi would be messaging you.

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎.

Your reply was hasty, hoping Yamato would be kept preoccupied with the high flames coming from the gentleman sautéing on the other side of the room.

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.

Swallowing thickly, you rested it on the table next to your drink. That wasn’t an entire lie. You’d caught a few older gentlemen glancing sideways at you when you walked in, and only moments ago you met eyes with a younger man on his way to the restroom. They had definitely been watching you closely, but you usually didn’t like to pay attention to those kinds of details. You shouldn’t. You had Yamato.

Taking a sip from your straw, you noticed Yamato was frowning. “What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, stomach pitted and hollow.

He seemed torn, deliberating on whether or not he really wanted to answer before he met your gaze, looking almost apologetic. “I wanted tonight to be special. This is kind of lame.” He admitted, glancing around.

“Lame? Sure, we’re a bit underdressed - well, I mean, you’re underdressed. I, however, look like I belong outside on the street corner --”

“You look gorgeous, sweets,” he interrupted, taking one of your hands in both of his reassuringly. The dress had been pushing it, truthfully. He was just too appreciative of it to say so. “I just wanted our first Valentine’s to be remarkable, I guess. Look at all of the people here,” he gestured around at the tables and booths filled with couples. “As fancy as they are, they’re still doing the same thing we are.”

“That’s not a bad thing.” Sitting in the same room as those considered ‘elite’ in the town of Konoha meant that Yamato had been saving for this evening for quite some time. Glancing around the brightly-lit room again, you wondered just how much money he was forking out to afford the evening, and then felt terrible for him spending any of it on you.

Your phone vibrated again under your arm. You turned it over to glance at the message, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?

A woman yelled over the dozens of conversations humming throughout the room. “Yamato?”

The only response you could afford to send Kakashi was one of the suggestive photos you had taken earlier in the bathroom; you were standing facing the mirror, phone strategically covering your face whilst it focused on the attire you wore.

Then, you looked up from my phone to Yamato expectantly, waiting for his signal. He stared back, gnawing on the inside of his cheek for two heartbeats before he stood from his barstool and offered his hand with a beautifully charming smile. “Table for two.”

The hostess led you further into the restaurant, expertly weaving her way between tables with her blonde ponytail swaying back and forth. You stopped near a corner booth, where it curved into a three-fourth circle; it was decorated with an assortment of red roses, a bottle of expensive looking champagne and two tall crystal glasses. It looked like something out of a movie.

“Yamato…” he was smiling proudly, obviously pleased with your reaction. It was a gorgeous sight. And then, with another thought, you realized this was a gorgeous sight created and orchestrated for you. You tried not to let the guilt that slowly ate you alive from the inside out take away from the romantic aspect of the entire gesture.

The two of you sat closely together in the middle of the booth, his arm placed around your shoulders, a hand on your arm. “I’ve preordered everything to save on time, so we’ve got some calamari and spinach dip on the way out.”

You nodded at his choices, lifting one of the glasses of water to your lips. “Sounds good.”

“And garlic bread,” he added, following your actions by taking a sip from his own water.

You looked up at him, no doubt with excitement. “With cheese?”

“And marinara.”

You leaned forward, unable to contain the smile your lips lifted into when you pressed your mouth to his. “You’re a dream, Yamato, you know that?” How he could ever think this was boring and lame was beyond you - you were completely awe-struck.

“I love you.” If you could have, you would have instantly melted. Yamato rested a hand on your thigh, dimpled cheeks reeling you in as he continued, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman quite like you, and you truly are a Gods-given blessing. All of tonight is my gift to you.”

You knew Yamato didn’t practice any religious beliefs daily, weekly, or even monthly, but to hear him say the words so solemnly was surprising, but they resonated so deeply with you, you laced your fingers with his.

“I love you, too.”

You could hardly believe how perfectly the evening was going. Yamato didn’t look like he had the slightest clue about what happened at Victoria’s Secret. Of course, you planned on telling him and felt terrible for putting it off until after Valentine’s Day was over, but you saw no reason to crush his spirit. It was selfish. You fully expected him to hate you entirely after the fact, but decided one more evening to yourself wouldn’t hurt. Just one more night.

After happily chewing the last of his chocolate cheesecake, he settled back into the booth with a defeated and full look as you nibbled on a skillet cookie. You were nearly two bottles deep into your evening; when he turned to you after finishing the last of his glass, he murmured that he would be back. You watched him disappear towards the front of the restaurant, phone in hand as he departed from your private section in the back.

You pulled out your phone, unlocking the unread messages. One from your mother wishing you a safe trip home because of a storm rolling in, and two from Kakashi.

𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢-𝚝𝚠𝚘-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌? 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎? 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖? 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝.

𝙸𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

You sighed, biting your lip as you typed a response – to all of his questions.

𝙽𝚘.

His reply was almost immediate. Attached was a photo, and even though you were alone with nothing and no one to possibly see, you partially covered the screen anyway. After a few controlled breaths, eyeing the entrance for Yamato to return, you peeked down between your hands to examine the photo.

A large hand. Unmistakably his large hand, his rings, and his thumb scar gripped tightly around the base of a rather sizable, favourably girthy cock.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝.

You swallowed thickly, throwing all caution to the wind with your response.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

You held your breath, watching the three little dots in the bottom corner pend, then his response came through.

𝙸’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

The words stared back at you. He was asking, honestly asking, and you couldn’t even fathom giving him a reply. Was he being serious?

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐?

You blinked, confused and taken aback by the sudden change of topic. You weren't given any time to respond, noticing Yamato returning from the front of the restaurant. You slipped the phone away and leaned back in the booth, smiling as he approached.

“Waving the white flag?” He questioned, gesturing to the half-eaten and picked apart dessert with a knowing smile. “I hope you’re not too full for the next part of our evening.”

You lifted a brow, curiosity pulling you from your seat and to his side. The two of you left the building into the bitter February winter; you folded your arms across your chest to keep the cold at bay while you waited for the car to be brought around. He hadn’t given much detail as to where you were heading next, though he seemed entirely at ease which certainly helped calm your own nerves.

The ride was short. You reached your destination sooner than you anticipated, and you had barely thawed your toes by the time the car was parked again. You glanced out at the sign, a small shiver trailing down your spine as you recognized the letters. “What are we doing here?”

“Get your ass outta the car, and I’ll show you.” Yamato was holding the door open expectantly, hand stretched out for yours, but his words were playful and light. You slipped your fingers with his, abandoning your coat in the car to follow him towards the large red front door with your arms clad and bare.

Devon, an administrator from the Academy that you recognized, stood at the door with his arms folded across his chest. His muscles stretched the sleeves of his red shirt, the bold white letters reading SECURITY were stamped to the back. There wasn’t a lineup anymore, it was far too late into the evening for anybody to be standing outside for longer than ten minutes at a time, meaning you were in and past coat-check quicker than any other night you’d come.

You had been to Beta a handful of times with the guys, and surprisingly enough, it had been the place you first started talking to Yamato. It was underground, and a little dingy, but the number one hangout in Konoha. Off to the right was the slightly elevated dancefloor and DJ booth. There was a backdrop for group photos to commemorate your night should you wish, but the majority of patrons that stood in the booth corner were older and considered regulars. Parallel to that was the front bar, where you spent the least amount of time. It was always far too rowdy, and if you didn’t bring someone with you, you could spend an entire night standing there waiting to be served.

Then, there was the only reason why you and Yamato bothered to come at all. The pool tables were lined up in a row, flanked with circular tables and stools a little further back in the corner for a more intimate setting.

It was a little slice of heaven in your very own personal hell. Konoha was rumored to be so small, you could drive straight through the village in under fifteen minutes if you were lucky with the traffic lights.

So, it was no surprise to you that when you weaved your way through the crowd to your regular table in the back, Kakashi preoccupied one of the stools. His tie was loosened around his neck, hair falling into his face as he absently watched the dancefloor and sipped on a beer.

You thought about the photos sitting in your messages, thought about what happened in the change room. For the second time that evening, your outfit felt too tight and you felt slightly nauseous. You glanced sideways at Yamato, brow lifting in question. His smile didn’t serve as much of an answer, and when the two of you neared the table, you found that there were already shots and drinks waiting for your arrival.

“Did you plan this?” You asked over the music, leaning into his ear as you took your stools next to his roommate.

Yamato’ grin widened, handing you one of the three golden liquors that had been poured into a shot glass. “It was a last minute change of plans. Kakashi bailed on the date party.”

“Did he?” You looked over to where the other sat, a tattoo half-hidden behind his ruined collar, beckoning to you like a crooked finger. Under the flashing lights, it reminded you of that first night, and you remember how close you had come to going home with Kakashi instead. You weren't sure what kind of game he was playing, but you never thought he would have pulled something like this. “Not sure why you agreed to go in the first place.”

“Self-deprecation.” He replied with a shrug.

You screwed your face into a grimace, clinking your shot with Yamato’ before throwing your heads back and swallowing in unison. “Twisted sense of humour.” You managed to breathe out once the trail of burning liquid was relieved with the chase of cheap beer.

“Just a minor mishap, dude,” Yamato slapped his friend on the back encouragingly, offering him a sympathetic smile, “no worries. We’ll get you a new doe with long legs, ain’t that right, sweetness?”

You swallowed the liquid in your mouth, narrowing your eyes across the table. Kakashi only looked slightly amused, pushing another small glass filled with the amber liquid towards you. “‘Course she will.”

Feeling your eyes settle into a glare, you took the shot between your fingers and threw it back quickly. This time, the burning sat in your stomach. Your arms and legs felt a little warmer, but that could have been from the humidity in the club. Now you were really confused. What was his plan? Did he really have Yamato bring you to Beta to have you play wingmen for a night? And it had to be this night?

Your phone vibrated; you looked down at the screen.

𝙸𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍.

You replied hastily, not even caring for the looks they both served when you slammed the device back onto the table top. Hopefully, that would keep Kakashi and his suggestive comments to himself.

After another two rounds of tequila, you were four (or was it five?) shots and three drinks deep; you stood from the table, fixing your dress around the waist and rear while Yamato held out his arm, strictly for precautionary measures. You had full intentions of making your way to the dancefloor, heavy bass of the music blaring from the speakers that hung in every corner calling your name. In need of a distraction, you drape your arms around Yamato’ shoulders, pressing a chaste kiss to his neck, slowly working your way to his ear.

“What’re you doing, sweets?” He asked quietly, only enough so that you could hear.

“Dance with me.” You hadn’t meant for it to come out in a whine, but he seemed alright with the tone you had taken on. You hugged yourself closer to him; now you were face to face, and his hands rested on your ass, kneading it between his palms. His brown eyes were difficult to read in the dim light, but it wasn’t too difficult to see that the alcohol was doing its job.

Yamato’s mouth twitched in amusement as he leaned forward, sealing his lips over yours. You carded your fingers through the short hair at the back of his head, sighing at the first taste of his tongue. There was a grumble behind you, sounding close to a ‘be right back’; you assumed Kakashi didn’t want to spend any more of his time watching his friend suck face with you.

Feeling slightly victorious, you pulled back far enough to tilt your head towards the dancefloor. Yamato blinked twice, standing from his stool as your feet carried you towards the sea of moving bodies, a mixture of long legs and swaying hips. This was territory you were familiar with. You spent many nights indulging your cravings for cheap beer and loud music, preferring Beta’s dancefloor with next to no cares in the world.

Yamato placed his hands on your waist, pulling you into him again, your hips fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. You had numerous nights of practice, your movements falling into step. Hell, this is exactly where you met, and how you met. It wasn’t unlike any other night, and it still gave you a pleasant fluttering in your core. With your ass pressed against him, and his hands happily running along your body, it was almost as if the last seventy-two hours hadn’t existed.

In this bubble you created, this false picture you were feeding your inebriated mind, you didn’t think you were a sorry excuse for a girlfriend. It was Valentine’s, and you were wearing a beautiful set of lingerie whilst dancing against one of the hottest (understatement of the century) guys in Konoha.

The rhythm switched to something you recognized, filling the spaces between grinding bodies with a familiar deep voice. This song you knew well, it had become part of your showering playlist. From over the crowd, you could see where Kakashi stood; he held his drink in one hand and had his arm wrapped around some pretty girl's shoulders. She was tall, blonde, and was wearing what you could only assume was a shirt that she forced into a dress.

Stupid vulture.

Your hips moved with the new tempo, words tumbling past your lips as you sang along, eyes slipping shut to focus on the feeling of the travelling hands that wandered the canvas of your body, pushing all of the outrageous jealousy from your bleary mind.

Yamato took your hand, twirling you so that you were facing him. With a playful smile, you lifted your arms to slide around his neck, holding yourself close to him. In the midst of all the sweat, his cologne was still delicious and heavenly. With a thin sheen coating his neck, he hummed knowingly and tilted his head back as your tongue ached to taste. You ran it up from his collar to his ear, tugging playfully on his lobe before you pulled back to smile innocently. He touched his forehead to yours, lips twisted with his own wicked grin, chasing after you for a chaste kiss, once, twice, three times -

A second set of hands found purchase on your hips. They were larger, yet somehow still familiar. And then you could smell it. Thick and heavy. So different from Yamato. The kind of scent girls turned their heads for, the only kind men wore in this type of atmosphere.

Or, more specifically, the only kind Kakashi wore when you spend your nights here.

The hands, they kept you in place, their fingers bruising your flesh as you became sandwiched between two bodies. Both equally hard and warm, it was difficult not to moan audibly. Yamato brought his lips to your ear, clearly amused with my surprise and confusion.

“Do you remember what I said earlier, sweetness?”

Submit.

The word repeated like a deafening echo, louder than the music blaring from the speakers, and despite all of the parts of your body screaming otherwise, you took a deep breath in an attempt to give him just what he asked for. You knew you could trust him, and so you did just that, as difficult as it was proving to be.

Thankful for your willingness, Yamato found his way into the crook of your neck, teeth appreciatively nipping the skin. The second set of hips continued as he then took a step away from us, leaving you in the capable hands of Kakashi. Turning on your heels to face him, you were pulled closer immediately, eliminating any space that could have existed between your bodies. His eyes were dark and swimming from the tequila, mouth taunt with a smirk.

But still, he watched you with wonderment.

Moving your hips with his, you placed your palms flat against his chest, slowly easing them upwards until they were resting comfortably around his neck; you let your fingers play with the hair at the nape, amazed that it felt as soft as it did.

Friction between your thighs was making your palms sweat profusely. You couldn’t tell if Kakashi was aware that the way his leg had wedged between yours was downright sinful, and anybody that was paying close enough attention would have definitely known that you were, essentially, grinding against it shamelessly on the middle of the dance floor.

The tempo building in the beat meant your bodies moved faster to match, and the closer you felt yourself crawling to that edge, the less you cared about somebody watching. Everyone could have been watching, and you were sure you wouldn’t have given a shit. Heat pooled in your lower abdomen, and desperate to finish what had started, you locked your arms in their position, practically burying your face into his neck. You could hear Kakashi’s quiet chuckle, the sound igniting sometime deep inside you.

“Atta girl,” he purred, encouraging your movements with his bruising grip.

It was as though his words were the final push; with an incredible amount of restraint, you hid your face against his slick skin, lips falling open with an elicit moan that could (hopefully) only be heard by the two of you.

Two things were certain:

You had never done this before, most certainly not in a club, and;

No one had ever been able to make you cum that quickly. Ever.

And then you felt Yamato return, his warmth pressing against your back and keeping your body in place as his hands replaced Kakashi’s. You were thankful that he was a little more gentle. Song after song, the three of you remained in this position; sometimes, Yamato would pull your hair to the side and sink his teeth into your skin, adding to the neverending marks that collected there.

Midnight had come and gone, and as bodies shuffled towards the bar for the last call, you were stumbling from the dancefloor back to your unattended table. More amber liquid poured, two more shots, another couple drinks, and several stolen kisses in a dark corner later, mostly-sober Yamato led you towards his vehicle, whilst drunk you pulled an equally drunk Kakashi along by his belt loops.

The two of you spent five minutes bickering back and forth in the cold, trying to decide who would sit shotgun on the ride home. Once it had settled, and you were safely inside the vehicle, Yamato blasted the heat from the vents and handed you the jacket from the front seat; then, once ensuring you were buckled in, he spun onto the street.

Another reason why you had fallen in love with Yamato: he drove fast. You would be lying if you said you weren't completely obsessed with his car. With the engine revving, increasing in speed as he zipped through the late-night traffic expertly, you could almost pretend as though it was something from a movie. You sat in the middle seat in the back, watching the signs from downtown flash by, knowing that you were only anxious to get home and continue what had been started.

As though he could read your mind, Yamato looked up at you in the rearview mirror and grinned, ear to ear.

#kakashi hatake #yamato tenzo #kakashi smut #kakashi x reader #yamato x reader #kakashi sensei #hatake kakashi #team 7 #cw suggestive #cw alcohol #cw dry humping #cw cheating #cw sexting #mdni #18+ content #* mine #series: triad effect

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Daddy’s Girl [Naruto Shippuden]

an: I wrote a JJK version of this (link here), and decided that some of the older Naruto characters deserved the same treatment

prompt: daddy always has more fun…

feat: Kakashi Hatake, Obito Uchiha, Yamato Tenzo & Tobirama Senju

warnings: daddy kink (obvs), tread carefully as all except Yam Yam are pretty mean, Dom/sub dynamics, office sex, overstimulation, pussy eating, blowjobs, role-playing in all, spanking, hair pulling, pussy fingering, possibly light degradation if you squint, just tread carefully people

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Kakashi Hatake

You shouldn't be doing this, someone could walk in at any second but you weren't the one in control right now.

Oh no - you were merely the outlet for his frustration and he was making sure you knew it with every loud slurp to come from between your spread thighs.

Kakashi's furious eyes met your tear-filled gaze and you felt the smirk of his lips against your gushing pussy. He was biting at your tender flesh, tugging with insistent motions that made your spine arch in a wicked curve and a keening noise crawled from your throat.

"Kashi," you whimpered as quietly as you could.

You wished for the ability to bite into your hand to keep yourself from alerting others to what was transpiring behind the closed doors of the Hokage's office. However, your silver-haired man kept a tight hold on each hand, pressing them tightly into your ass cheeks, helping him spread you wide.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you found yourself naked from the waist up, skirt hiked around your hips and splayed out for Kakashi’s personal use. Had no way of counting the times he had growled and snarled as he ate you out like a starved beast devouring a meal. It was all a delirious blur, but when he suddenly stopped, you panicked.

His mouth left your overstimulated cunt.

The wet disconnect of his plush lips sounded carnal in the hushed room. Slick coated his mouth right down to his chin, skin shining with your arousal which he made a show of licking at with that sinful tongue.

"Who?"

The tone was deadly, low and most definitely not to be messed with. It wasn't often that he was this harsh with you, but you couldn't lie, you did enjoy feeling like his little fucktoy every now and then.

"I meant - Daddy."

"That's better," he cooed in reply.

He finally let go of your hands to sit back in his chair, you could only watch as he revealed his angry red erection from his pants, oozing with precum as he stroked the monstrous length.

Kakashi hissed through his teeth, eyes rolling once before he locked with your gaze, "time to sit on Daddy's dick princess."

Obito Uchiha

His breath was heavy against the nape of your neck, a strong fist twisted around your hair to keep you exactly where he wanted you. The leather of his glove sounded erotic as it creaked from the pressure of his fingers.

“Don’t think I’m finished with you yet baby. Let’s get you more comfortable,” Obito crooned with that rumbling voice that sounded like thunder rolling over the hills.

Your body was numb, utterly spent from the relentless orgasms he had forced out of your cunt. Your clit throbbed, every tightening of your thighs jolting you like you had been electrocuted.

Obito yanked your hair, impatient from waiting on your reply that was never coming. How could you possibly conjure words at a time like this?

Sweat dripped from your dewy skin as he manhandled you onto your knees. You couldn’t help but admire him; dark hair mussed from your wandering fingers, tall and broad in stature and utterly rippling in steel-cut muscle.

He was your dark God. Your obsession. Your everything, and he knew it. Didn’t always quite understand it, an angel like you being enamoured by a devil like him, but he wasn’t going to poke at it right now.

Arousal coated your thighs in sticky trails that slid towards the floor, doe eyes blinking up at the thick cock that you hungered for.

He twitched under your gaze, a growl sounding in his chest as he wiped the thick precum across your lips and watched as your licked yourself clean.

“Open up for Daddy, he needs your sweet little mouth.”

Your lips parted on a moan of bubbling delight, another jolt rippled through your body as Obito’s fat tip pressed through your opening.

He tasted so good, so utterly male. You traced the delicate veins that ran the length of his shaft before sucking at the purplish fattened head until Obito was snapping his hips in urgency.

“Like sucking Daddy’s cock, baby? Gonna let me fuck that tight little throat before I destroy your perfect pussy?”

You could only groan, eliciting a hiss as the sound reverberated into his cock. Nodding frantically, you met his lust-blown pupils and the stark scars that twisted his face into something sinister yet beautiful.

Daddy really was a devil…

Yamato Tenzo

“Need your cock Daddy - please.”

Yamato was scarlet, metaphorical steam poured from his ears as he listened to your whimpered plea. Did you just call him Daddy? And did he just like it?

He had known you were feeling frisky the moment he set eyes on you. Lounging, as you were, on the bed with nothing but a smile on your lips and flames in your eyes.

You touched yourself as he strolled around the room, his eyes following your actions with a certain wariness. He wasn’t too familiar with this bolder, more forward side of you but he couldn’t say he didn’t like it.

He certainly liked the way you were playing with your nipples, squeezing them between finger and thumb until they were so ripe and ready for his mouth…

“Wh-what did you say?”

Crawling across the squishy mattress, your fingers hooked into his belt and began to tear at the leather in earnest. Yamato could only watch as you savaged at him in your desperation to free his already painfully straining erection.

“Need your cock Daddy, feel all empty inside.”

Motherfucking god.

He was gonna nut before you even touched him properly if you didn’t stop with the lewd words.

Yamato had never considered himself one to indulge in such a kink, but here he was, more turned on than ever before at the little act you were putting on.

Flushed with embarrassment, but not wanting you to stop, he swallowed past the ragged lump in his throat. He sighed as his cock sprang free from the confines of his pants and boxers, gathering his courage to play along.

“Why don’t you suck Daddy’s cock baby girl? Maybe if you do a good job, I’ll fill up that needy little pussy, would you like that?”

His voice trembled, cheeks absolutely on fire but it was worth it to see the feral desire swimming in your eyes. To watch as you nodded to his proposition and eagerly went to town on his dick.

“Fuck.”

A hand traced down your spine as Yamato lost himself to the sinful pleasure of your hot slippery mouth. Teeth barely concealed behind your lips, sucking him down into your throat as if you were trying to steal the very soul from him through his dick.

“That’s it, baby girl. Just. Like. That.”

Tobirama Senju

He was grumpy.

Your tired man exasperated by what he considered to be time-wasting fools. He didn’t listen when you explained for the hundredth time that they were his jonin and it was their duty to report back to him.

Arms folded over his buff chest, lower lip jutted out and a scowl so prominent that you couldn’t help but chuckle. Tobirama really was a pest, but you loved him and knew that he needed something to take his mind off his troubles.

The lock clicked and his head lifted, carmine eyes narrowed as you approached with those mesmerising hips swaying like a pendulum.

You seated yourself upon his lap, uninvited, but you dared to provoke him. The man capable of breaking you clean in two with only the flick of his wrist, but he was putty in your dainty hands.

“Play with me Daddy. I’ve been so very naughty,” you whispered, licking at the shell of his ear.

There was always a danger in playing such dirty games with your beloved, and it seemed that your white-haired, chiselled God was feeling rather domineering this day.

Within the blink of an eye, you were spun around to face his desk. Your hands shot out to stabilise your frame as he yanked down your shorts without preamble.

Tobi forced you to brace your weight on the desk, knees nestled on either side of his hips once he had rid you of your flimsy shorts.

A calloused hand ran the length of your inner thigh, making you tremble and quake as he brushed delicately against your pussy.

Your breathing was coming in short sharp pants, heart thundering in your chest as he finally broke the silence, his voice a whole octave lower than usual.

“My angel has been a naughty girl, is that right? Well, Daddy should teach you a lesson. I hope you’re ready?”

He didn’t wait, gave no time for refusal for he knew that it would never come. You liked this side of him, it gave you a thrill to be bent to his will, and he remembered it well as his meaty palm connected with your plump ass cheek.

The crack reverberated around the office, along with your whimpered cry. His palm stung from the impact and he smirked that coy feline-like smile as the red imprint of his hand stared back at him.

You expected him to repeat the process on the other side, tensing under the palm that rubbed at your unmarked cheek, but he was full of surprises.

A finger pressed into your tight little hole, wet from his saliva and forcing you open around the thick digit that wriggled against your gummy walls.

Another was added in quick succession, fucking into you until he was buried up to his top knuckle in your cunt.

The sharp sting of his teeth flashed through your body as he stopped all movement, displeased with how you had tried to fuck yourself on his hand. Rutting against his palm as if you were in heat.

“Daddy didn’t say you could fuck yourself, haven’t finished your punishment little one.”

You were in for a world of pain and pleasure…

#delirious writes #kakashi smut #obito smut #yamato smut #tobirama smut #kakashi hakate #obito uchiha #yamato tenzo #tobirama senju #kakashi x reader #obito x reader #yamato x reader #tobirama x reader #tw daddy kink

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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I Hate Your Friends

Tenzo x Reader

Synopsis: Tenzo had decided long ago that he hated your friends as they always put negative thoughts in your head. But this time they had gone too far.

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Springtime was always your favorite season for many reasons. The weather was nicer and the people were happier, but your favorite part was the napping. You didn't know why, but taking a nap in the afternoon with open windows made you feel serene.

You were lucky that Tenzo felt the same.

The sound of a mother scolding her child in the market below your apartment woke you first, eyes opening slowly as you took in the afternoon glow of your room. The weather had gone from hot to cool within hours, but you weren't complaining. It gave you an excuse to cuddle deeper into his arm.

You let out a soft sigh as you tried to fall back asleep, but it was no use. More commotion from the market below floated through the air, making it difficult to fall asleep. Part of you envied Tenzo for being able to sleep through it, but on the other hand, it allowed you to admire him.

Pulling your face from his bicep, you let your eyes travel to where the tattoo resided. It was just red ink in a swirl shape, nothing special. But it meant more to you. Safety. Security. Home. Tenzo knew you loved it but didn't understand why, even though you've told him the reasons a million times before. He argued that the mask should bring you comfort, not the tattoo. And while he was right, he was wrong about one thing.

He'd remove the mask around you, but the tattoo - his strength - would remain. He would always protect you, keep you safe. Therefore, you loved the red ink more than you probably should. Your finger rose to the tattoo, eyes twinkling as you traced it repeatedly. You had become so entranced with it that you didn't even realize he had woken up. "Sometimes I wonder if you love that thing more than you love me."

You gasped, hand flying to your chest as you faked being hurt. "How dare you accuse me of such a thing!!" Tenzos lazy smirk made your heart skip a beat as he rubbed at his tired eyes, "I feel like you'd marry the tattoo but not me-"

"We both know that isn't true" Your whisper made him freeze, and he was thankful his hand covered most of his face. Meanwhile, you held your breath, waiting for him to acknowledge it. You had been with each other for years, and your friends were getting anxious that he had not once talked about marriage.

"I don't think he likes you, Y/n."

"Ya. Part of me is concerned that he's just using you!"

"You deserve better. You deserve someone who wants to marry you."

They were all cruel things to say, but you somewhat understood their point of view. What was taking him so long? Wasn't five years of dating long enough to begin discussing marriage? Your sigh seemed to jolt him from his shock as you exited the bed. Your face was full of pain and betrayal as if he had stabbed you in the heart.

"Y/n-"

"Are you not interested in marriage? Because if not, tell me. I can't keep listening to my friends go on and on about how they're married, and I'm not, despite us being together the longest of the bunch" Tenzo was feeling mixed emotions at your words. He was happy you were bringing it up, but he was sad you felt this way. He sat up in the bed to face you better. "Of course I'm interested in marriage-"

"Just not with me?"

Tenzo sighed, eyebrows crinkling together as he rubbed at his face in anger. Your friends were the worst, he had decided that long ago, but he hated them a little extra right now for putting these negative thoughts in your head. Real friends don't make you question things like this. Real friends reassure and point out instances that would counter those negative thoughts.

"Yes, with you. Why in the world would it not be with you?"

"I don't know, you seem pretty reluctant to me. Five years is a long time!"

"Y/n"

"I mean, come on. You could bring it up occasionally, make me feel wanted."

Tenzo's heart seemed to stop at your defeated tone. He let his eyes drift to the dresser. "Swear to God I'm going to kill your friends someday," he muttered as he moved from the bed to the dresser. You gasped at his statement, storming after him and angrily shouting for him to take back that statement. The drawer opened, and he rummaged through it. You didn't quite understand what he was doing, but the action made your anger disappear quickly—worries of him running away from you filling your body with an unbearable dread.

"Wait, wait, don't leave." Your fingers gripped him tightly, hands shaking as you realized that pushing him away wasn't the answer. Maybe he wasn't ready. Perhaps you had to be patient. From birth, he was trained to be a killer, a machine. He didn't know love when you met. You had to show him, teach him.

Marriage was a scary thing.

Tenzo let out a chuckle. Leave you? Why the hell would he do such a thing? He smiled when he finally managed to find what he was looking for. Pulling you off of him, he turned around to get a better look at you. Your eyes were wide with panic, and your lip was pulled between your teeth as you fought your gnawing anxiety. The sight was heartbreaking.

"I hate your friends."

They instilled this fear and doubt in your mind that he didn't love you and especially didn't want to marry you. They were lies. Tenzo nervously rubbed the box in his hand, and he suddenly grew shy. The blush started at his neck before it climbed to his cheeks. He has had this ring for three years now. He just never found the right time to ask you. Even now, it didn't feel like the right time to ask you. "Tenzo," your whisper was light and airy as you finally let your eyes drift to his fidgeting hands. He inhaled sharply as his gaze dropped to his hands, "I've, um, had this for a couple of years now. I just never found the right moment to ask"

He didn't look at you. Couldn't look at you. But he didn't miss the way your body relaxed in front of him. Shame started to eat you alive, hating that you listened to your friends about something they didn't know about. They didn't know the 3 AM talks when he'd get back from a mission, and he had to know how your day was. They didn't see how he held you close to help you fall asleep or how you rarely slept when he was gone. They never saw the loving gazes, heated kisses, and bone-crushing hugs.

They didn't know, but you did.

"I'm so sorry."

Tenzo sighed as you uttered those words. You didn't have to be sorry. In a way, your friends were right. He should have done this years ago. Silence fell between you both, and shameful tears fell down your face. After what you just did, you didn't think you even deserved to marry him. "Will you-"

"I don't know if I deserve you anymore."

He gripped the box at your words, fear shooting through him as you backed away. Your eyes were wide with panic, and only then did he notice you were crying. For every step you took away from him, he took two towards you. "Hey. Don't say that."

"I mean. I believed my friends over you. You deserve someone better. Someone more stable."

Tenzo shook his head at that as the grip on the box tightened, "I don't want anyone else, Y/n. I want you" he finally grabbed your wrist, stopping your retreat before you managed to run away from him. You didn't fight him off of you, you didn't have the energy to. He didn't know the right words even though Kakashi has coached him on this a million times, so he opted to place the box in your hand without another word.

You just stared at it. Not entirely processing that he was silently asking you to take it and be his forever. He let out a frustrated huff at your reluctance, this was not the perfect moment at all. But he needed you to know that he only wanted you, only needed you.

"Will you please marry me?"

Your e/c eyes flicked up to his dark ones. You should be happy. Should be overjoyed that you were getting what you wanted. But all you felt was sadness. "Tenzo I don't think-" His lips slammed against yours as he dragged you into his chest, tired of you acting like you weren't deserving of this. Like you weren't the most important thing to him.

The box fell from your fingers so you could grip onto him for support. His hold on you was tight as if you were going to float away if he wasn't careful. You pulled back for air, chest heaving as you tried to catch you breath "Tenzo-"

"The only word I want to hear from your mouth is 'yes'. Is that clear?"

Your eyes widened at the annoyance laced within his words. You knew he wasn't annoyed with you, he was just mad at your friends. You let out a sigh, mentally making a note to stop talking to your "friends" for their sake. Your eyes drifted to the box on the ground. It had opened upon impact with the floor and the ring laid haphazardly next to it. You smiled softly at it before dropping down to grab it, "Sorry I dropped it-"

"What did I say about saying anything other than-"

"Ya. Ya, I know. Sorry,'' you teased before standing up once more. Tenzo watched with bated breath as you examined the diamond in the afternoon sun. You slipped it onto your finger; it was beautiful and perfect. You took too long apparently as he pulled you to him, trying to encourage you to say that one word he wanted to hear. Your giggle filled the room as you rested your head on his chest, eyes watching dreamily as the light bounced off the diamond.

"Y/n"

"Yes, Tenzo. I'll marry you"

#tenzo imagine #tenzou imagine #yamato imagines #yamato imagine #yamato x reader #tenzo x reader #naruto imagine #naruto imagines #naruto x reader

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lavenderangeline · 10 months

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Underrated cutie #yamatotenzo from Naruto bc he's a cinnamon roll and needs more love

Also a little face Analyses bc i can't watch the Show rn

#yamato #naruto #yamato tenzo #anime #drawing #my art #tenzo x reader #naruto tenzo #fanart #naruto fandom #naruto figures

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mrs-barnes-library · 1 year

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My Favorite Yamato Fanfictions 🌳🎧

Fluff : 🌺 Smut : 🔥 Angst : 😭 None : 🌲 Incorrect Quotes : 💫

If you like these characters don't hesitate to check the new arrivals, I update every day according to my readings.

Yamato 🌳🎧 :

When His S/o Loves Giving And Receiving Kisses And Cuddles 🌺

How He Hold Your Hand 🌺

Cuddling 🌺

Telling Him You're In The Mood 🔥

Flirting With Him 🔥

Making His S/o Squirt 🔥

Losing Your Virginity 🔥

Cockwarming 🔥

Walking On Him Jacking Off 🔥

Possessive 🔥

Giving His S/o A Facial 🔥

Offering Him Flowers 🔥

Relationship Headcanon 🔥

Can He Find Your Clit ? 🔥

How He Reacts To You Starting To Rock Your His Against His 🔥💚✨

You Can Be The Medecine 🔥

Clothed Sex 🔥

Don't Go Away Mad 🔥

That Moment You Tried To Top Him 🔥

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden smut #yamato #yamato x reader #yamato smut #tenzo #tenzo x reader #tenzo smut #tenzo yamato #tenzo yamato x reader #tenzo yamato smut #smut #miri-writes

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actuallysaiyan · 4 months

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Will You Love This Part of Me(Femdom!Multifandom)

warnings: smut, handjobs, subspace, submissive and dominant, femdom, cock and ball torture, mentions of bodily fluids, overstimulation, use of the term "mommy", AGED UP CHARACTERS, use of cock ring, bondage

fandoms: JJK, Naruto, Demon Slayer, Dragon Ball, Castlevania, DMC

He whimpers as you hover on top of him, his eyes blurred with tears. It feels like it’s been hours since you last touched him, when in reality it’s only been about a minute. You smirk at the mess of a man under you. He’s just begging to be touched more, but you want to see just how desperate he can be.

“Awhh,” you coo softly. You lean in to kiss his swollen lips. “Does my baby need some relief?”

You don’t let him say anything, you just reach down to flick the head of his cock. This causes him to jump and he whines. You flick it a few more times, watching as it dribbles more precum. You love that he has nowhere to go either; he’s all tied up and his cock is secured in the ring you picked out specifically for this moment.

“You gonna answer me, baby?” You ask, nibbling at his earlobe. You hear him let out another breathy huff, clearly so desperate for more stimulation.

He lets out the sweetest moan when you wrap your fingers around him, and you begin stroking him. You alternate between very fast strokes that leave him panting and begging for release and slow, tortuous strokes that make him blink back tears. He’s trying in vain to buck up for just a little more stimulation, but whenever he moves around too much, you decide that he needs to be punished.

Smack! You slap his balls, making him cry out. He whines a soft apology, but it’s just not good enough for you.

“I thought,” Smack! “You were going to be a good boy for me.” Smack!

When you pull away to admire your handiwork, you can see how the head of his cock is red and dribbling precum while his balls are a cute shade of pink from being smacked and they look so heavy with cum. He’s whining and whimpering, soft pleas coming from his lips that are so swollen from being kissed.

“What was that, baby? You gotta speak up.” You tell him, flicking the head and shaft of his engorged cock.

His head falls back, “P-please…’m so sorry, please mommy!”

You smirk again when you hear him call you that name. It was so embarrassing for him to call you that at first, but he soon learned that it’s what gets him rewards. It’s what makes you want to actually get him off. You lean in once more, kissing those pretty lips. Your tongue slides into his mouth as you begin stroking his cock. Precum coats your hand, facilitating your actions.

“You wanna cum, dontcha?” You ask, nipping at his bottom lip. “Tell me how badly you want to cum.”

He grunts softly, “Mommy, please…I need to cum. Needta cum so fuckin’ bad.”

You love how far gone he is. His eyes are glazed over with lust. He’s more than desperate now, and so pathetically begging for his release. You reach down to cup those cum heavy balls and you tug on them lightly. He gasps at the sensation. You begin to jerk him off even faster and harder.

“Cum for me, big boy. Come on, shoot that load for mommy.”

He’s moaning like crazy, and these sweet little pleas and whimpers slip out too. You tug on his balls a bit more, and then alternate between flicking the head of his cock and smacking his balls between strokes. It takes so little to push him off the edge, and he’s moaning and crying out your name as fat globs of cum shoot out of the tip of his tortured cock. Soon, you slow your pace before leaning in to kiss him.

“My good boy…”

He breathes a sigh of relief, but it’s soon replaced with a whine as you start jerking him off faster and harder than before. You tug on his balls again, making him squeak.

“I never said we were done.”

YUTA, Yuji, Trunks, Goten, GOHAN, RICHTER, Alucard, TENZO, Naruto, NERO, Dante, ZENITSU, Tanjiro, Kyojuro...and all your faves!

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moumouton4 · 10 months

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This is me requesting both Iruka×Naruto's big sister and her finding out she's a jinkuriki too please!! I need more big sister love with sweet Naruto!!

It Was About Time || Naruto Uzumaki x sister!reader

Part 1 : I've Got You Now 💫

Also Including : Iruka Umino x Uzumaki!fem!reader ( and Kakashi and Yamato )

A/n : Hiiiiii precious ! I'm so happy to finally post this ! It took me some time but I'm real happy with it so it was worth it ( for me at least 😂 ) I hope you'll like it 🌺

A/n 2 : This one is more based on the action and the growth of her and Iruka's relationship. Though I'm still open to ask about this specific series

Warning : Fluff

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 2394

A lot of time had passed since you'd reunited with your little brother years after your separation. Your h/c hair intertwined with red bangs had grown a lot and well as much as you hated to say that Naruto was now taller than you. To say that a lot had happened since your arrival at Konohagakure would be an understatement. The day he discovered he was the Jinchuriki of Kyubi, his entry into team 7, Orochimaru's attack, the death of the IVth Hokage, Sasuke's departure.

He was eternally grateful to have you by his side in those moments. Admittedly, things were different now, and he had many friends, but the comfort of family was of added value to him.

You still lived in Naruto's little apartment. This in itself didn't bother you, since you weren't really home-loving and were always busy together or on your own, being out and about. On the other hand, you hadn't slept with him for a while. In fact, you lasted 1 month, after which you couldn't stand it any longer when he made you fall out of bed rolling around in his sleep. So you put a second bed in the apartment.

When you say you, you mean you and Iruka. In fact, he was the 1st person you met at Konohagakure, the 1st person to earn your trust. You both feel indebted to each other. You because he trusted you and, thanks to him, you found your long lost brother. And he because you gave his favorite student back his zest for life and now he had peace of mind knowing that Naruto was supported and cared for.

Over time, however, this gratitude turned into something else. Both of you knew that gratitude had nothing to do with meeting up in the evenings after his class, in a restaurant or going for a walk in the cool of the night talking about various subjects. You decide to live the thing quietly without questioning or asking questions about your relationship, it's not like you've already kissed right ?

That's what Iruka was thinking. He didn't want to burden you with his emotions, he knew he was clumsy in this kind of situation. He knew that at some point he was going to screw things up. In addition., Naruto had started a training session. Naruto had started a special training with Kakashi and Yamato and Iruka was sure that your brother needed your attention more than he did.

Little did he know that on each of your "dates" you wondered if he'd have the courage to kiss you. With time, however, you realized that he was shy and reserved, especially in this context, and that for that to happen you'd either have to pray to a lucky star or make the first move yourself.

But for the moment you weren't too concerned about that. You accompanied Naruto to his training session of the day, which he had well like every other day with Kakashi and Yamato. By the way, speaking of Yamato, he was nice but he always made funny faces. He'd stare into your eyes sometimes when you used your chakra. At the time, you didn't really understand why. And every time, Kakashi would appear out of nowhere and tell you not to worry, giving you an apologetic smile. But even his smile left you with a funny feeling in the back of your head ( even Naruto could sense something strange in your aura, which reminded him of his own, but he decided not to worry about it, reassuring himself that you were brother and sister )

In any case, today you had come to attend Naruto's training session. He'd told you he'd made a lot of progress. And you were as eager as he was to show you how. That's how you ended up on the training ground with - you must admit - a grandiose waterfall.

But then things took a completely unexpected turn. To perfect his technique, your brother needed to channel a great, great deal of chakra. He therefore had to borrow some from Kyubi. Except that dealing with so much power had its risks, like losing control. And that's exactly what happened before your stunned eyes. You knew that this situation had apparently happened twice before, once on his first mission with the new Team 7, under Yamato's orders, and again during his training with Jiraiya, on his 3-year journey.

When you saw the face of the fox demon your brother was harboring, you panicked. Little by little, you saw the tails appear, just as the toad hermit had described. You counted one, two, three... seven tails... you were speechless, unable to draw your gaze from his lava-red form. He repelled the assaults of Kakashi and Yamato with the greatest ease, it was disconcerting.

What was equally disconcerting for the two men on the ground was the way you were running straight towards the half-transformed form of Kyubi through Naruto's body. You weren't planning on letting him deal with this alone any time soon. Suddenly you saw one of the tails rise up and run towards you. You put your hands towards your face to protect yourself from the blow, which you were sure was going to be of unparalleled force. And as you waited for the pain to arrive, nothing happened. When you opened your eyes again, your body was surrounded by a glowing aura, which served as a kind of protective shell. What the heck was going on ?!?

Clearly you weren't the only one stunned, for you saw the half-Kyubi half-Naruto in front of you freeze, tilting his head to one side for a brief moment. Yamato's eyes widened as his theory was confirmed before his very eyes. Kakashi smirked and said, "Do you think you could give us a hand, Y/n ?"

Your only response was a confident nod. You were unfazed by what had just happened when you saw the state your brother was in. So you took a breath and resuled your run towards him, hoping to catch him and block him before forcing him to become human again. Or else you'd use the brutal method and knock him out.

With each new step you felt the chakra inside you bubble and warm up, in a way you'd never been able to feel before. Deep inside you heard a voice urging you to confront this creature that was torturing your brother's mind. Suddenly, it was as if the link between you and that inner voice solidified, creating a bridge. You felt as if time had stopped as you stood there in your inner self.

You found yourself face to face with a .... erm orange fox ? lying on a kind of large cushion, its two front paws gently crossed in front of it, its head set on them. As you stared at him, intrigued, he surprised you by opening one eye. He looked at you with his red eye before finally speaking in a deep voice "Finally, it was about time ! I thought you were going to let me sleep here for the rest of your life. Even your brother managed to awaken the part of me he was hosting"

You looked at him with round eyes. Could it be that a part of Kyubi was also locked within you ? Without realizing it, tears welled up in your eyes and you began to pour down your cheeks. Minato, your father hadn't used you as a diversion like you always though. He trusted you with this, the proof being the part of Kyubi that had been sealed inside you. You were so happy he hadn't let you down.

"Hey kid, I don't want to spoil your emotional moment, but I think they need you out there" he told you this time, his voice holding an ounce of friendliness. This part of him seemed far less enraged than the one that was inside Naruto.

"Yes, it's true-" and just like that you snapped out of your trance to realize that only a second had passed in the real world. As you continued to dodge the attacks of those tails to reach him, you thought that maybe those two parts of Kyubi weren't purely identical, and that they both had their own temperament. With the incredible amount of chakra he lent you, you were able to skillfully avoid all the attacks and get closer to your brother's body.

Suddenly, you saw an opening, you screamed gathered your chakra in your fist and you reluctantly struck a blow into his torso. Sending him tumbling into a rock, after blowing up a tree in the process. Yamato ran over to Naruto, who could be seen again the more Kyubi's chakra faded. He wanted to make sure he was all right and that Kyubi wouldn't regain control. Kakashi, for his part, walked casually up to you to congratulate you "Hey Y/n good jo-"

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before you fainted. He barely had time to run and catch you on his back before you collapsed to the ground. He barely caught you and made sure you were secure on his back before standing up. He quickly ran his hand over your pulse to make sure your heart was still beating, and when he turned around he saw Yamato carrying Naruto on his back in the same way he had. It seemed that the siblings were as out as each other.

. . .

"I came as quickly as I could. Is she all right ?" a worried and breathless voice asked.

"But yes don't worry about that. She's just a little groggy, that's all. She deployed a lot of chakra" replied Kakashi in a relaxed tone. He knew you were going to get through this way easier than anyone thought. You were just like your little brother.

"B-but how did that happen ?" he asked stuttering.

"It would seem that Tenzo's theory about her having some of Kyubi's chakra inside her was well-founded-"

"Huh ?!? So that's what I felt ! I-I have to go see her" he said in a hurried tone.

"Well go on what are you doing here ? Go for it" Kakashi replied, pushing him towards your room.

Iruka, under Kakashi's guidance moved towards the door and after taking a deep breath before turning the handle and gently pushing the door open. He was extremely concerned about your well-being. In fact, when he saw you lying like that in bed, he felt his heart clench. He knew his fears were irrational, for you were a strong kunoichi, but he couldn't help the way his heart was beating at that moment.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you" he mumbled

"Why are you speaking as if I were dead Iruka ?" you said, turning to him. In fact you'd been awake for a long time, you were just staring out of the window. He yelped and jumped back before retracing his steps closer to your hospital bed. He took you carefully in a loving, longing embrace.

"How do you feel ? Are you feeling well ? You're not dizzy ? Or trouble breathing ? Maybe I'm choking you-"

"Hey relax Iruka" you said as you gently placed your hand on his cheek, looking straight into his eyes for comfort "I swear I feel fine"

At that moment he didn't know what got into him. His gaze dropped for a split second to your lips and it was as if he'd just realized that your mouth looked really soft to kiss. He felt unable to resist any longer. His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Can I-" but you cut him off as if you were thinking the same thing he was "Please."

And the red rose to his cheek as he pressed his lips to yours. Expressing all his love for you. The kiss was kinda sloppy because of his lack of experience, but that didn't take away from how good it felt to finally kiss the man you loved.

After a while, when he stepped back, he was out of breath and flushed. In short, adorably flustered. His hand couldn't stop rubbing his other arm as he looked down at the ground. He couldn't get over how good it felt.

"And now Iruka thanks to you I feel even better" you said smiling mischievously, adding a tinge of red to his flustered face.

"You're welcome" he stammered.

"Tell me, would you help me get even better ?" you teased unsure whether or not he'd play along.

"O-of c-course" he said, leaning towards you and pressing his lips to yours. This time his hands went behind your back and he pressed you a little closer to his chest. As you wrapped your arms around his neck. The kiss seemed much more passionate than last time, as if he had improved in such a short time.

You were just giving a series of sweet pecks on his lips when suddenly the door opened "Hey ! Nii-chan how are youUUUUUUUU ?!? Iruka sensei ! What the hell ?!? Are you kissing my sister ?!?" Naruto's voice dripped with surprise as it took on a high-pitched tone.

Poor Iruka jumped back 2 meters from your bed as he heard Naruto's high pitched scream "It's not what you think ? I came to see if everything was all right..." and as if he wasn't convinced himself, he sheepishly added "Okay, that's what you think, but B-but she means a lot to me. And with your approval, I'd like to see her again" he said, leaning in Naruto's direction. He wished he had Naruto's consent too, but he knew full well that even without it he couldn't help being away from you.

Naruto squinted his eyes at his former teacher "It's up to her to make this choice but I'll never be far away so be very careful" he said with a falsely threatening air that was menacing all the same.

Iruka nodded eagerly before turning his attention back to you. You took his hand and nodded towards him, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand "It was about time right ?" you said hearing the part of Kyubi you beared chuckled lightly within you.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍰🍣 Again my requests are open 🍞🍮

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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Pregnancy and Baby Headcannons for Yamato

This turned out a lot longer than I planned lol. Also, I HC that there is birth control for both male and female ninja.

SFW

- After the two of you got married it was time to start making plans for trying for a child.

- Yamato is particularly excited to start a family, he had always been alone for holidays and celebrations before you. The idea of having a family with you sometimes brings him to tears, not that anyone but you know this about him

- First the both of you came off of your birth control and second you got ready to transition to a desk job

- When you finally discover you are pregnant, he is away on a quick mission and should be back in a few days, the wait for him to walk in the door is unbearable - When you do see him and tell him that he’s going to be a father, he is overcome with many emotions. Fear, love, excitement, nervousness and unbridled happiness.

- During your pregnancy he’s like a mother hen. He rids the house of anything that sets off your morning sickness, he makes sure you take your pregnancy supplements, kisses away your tears and handles your mood swings like a champ - You’re now about 6 months into your pregnancy and he no longer takes missions that have him away from you for more than a day unless it is deeply important to the sake of the mission - He has created several dozen cribs for your child. He cant decide on what kind of one will be best for the baby. One is too ornate, the other is too plain. Early on you realised this was an outlet for his anxiety

-During late night cuddles with him curled up against your stomach he admits to his anxiety about being a good father. His upbringing was not loving nor kind. He worries that he wont be able give him the love they need. - Has several routes to the hospital planned for when you go into labor. He also has several bags ready for you to choose from to take.

- He has to be touching you the entire birth. Be it holding your hand or stroking your hair.

- Is very worried about how much pain you are in and questions the nurses a few too many times if you are ok.

- When your daughter is born he cuts the umbilical cord and is a mess of tears.

- As you hold the baby for the first time he is kissing and stroking your head, telling you how proud of you he is.

- He tries to hold back his tears, but he cant. When he gets to hold your little girl he is a mess of ugly sobs. - Names her Ume (Apricot Blossom, meaning “Pure Heart”)

- Is very wary of letting his friends come visit the three of you in hospital. He trusts his senpai Kakashi with his life but worries he wont be careful with your new born. He straight up refuses to let Gai hold her until he sits down, is quiet and calm.

- Has 6 months paternal leave to spend with you and baby - Is very protective of the two of you. He doesn’t like the two of you going out of the house in case you both get sick. After an argument and doctor reassurance he settles down but neither you or the baby are more than a step away from him when out of the house - Spends as much time holding or watching the baby as he can without making you feel lonely nsfw under the cut

NSFW - The two of you started trying for a baby as soon as you stopped taking the birthcontrol, even though it takes a month or two to get out of your systems

- You guys fucked like rabbits every day you were able, even when you weren’t ovulating

- He developed a breeding kink after one night where you begged him to “breed you”. After that he always moaned and groaned about how he was going to fill you with his cum and breed you.

- After you’re pregnant and the pregnancy horniness kicks in he straight up says no to having sex with you. That is until you get cleared from the doctor. - Even then he is gentle, but still makes you see stars - When you start lactating he asks to taste your milk. He finds he enjoys it and helps you release pressure in your swollen breasts by sucking on your nipples in between feedings. - Finds your stretchmarks and other body changes incredibly sexy knowing that you gave him your daughter

#Yamato tenzo x reader #yamato tenzo #yamato naruto #Yamato tenzo headcannons #naruto imagines

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konohaforestfire · 1 year

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How he holds your hand pt. 2

Part 1 era & up | Minors DNI

📖 Kakashi

Now for a man who always has his hands in his pockets, Kakashi sure does love holding your hand.

Especially after all the trauma, he is a solitary creature, yet he loves people like Gai and you who pull him out of his habits.

If he’s taking you out on a date or a walk, he’s gonna slip a hand into yours and tug you along.

As we know he can easily read his books one handed, so the other hand is free for different things. Like holding your hand.

Honestly he’s so blase about it, but it warms him so much to see you smile and sigh with your hand in his.

He’s the type to go grocery shopping together around town and use your interlocked hands to point at shops and items.

If he’s propped up on his bed reading, and you’re on his lap with him, he’ll hold your hand while he reads with the other.

This man also loves to grip your wrist and pet at the pulse point with his thumb.

Now he’d get too flustered with too much pda, but if you and him are on a double date with Asuma and Kurenai he’s def holding your hand without any fanfare.

When you’re older after he’s retired from being the Hokage, he has no issues walking hand in hand all the time.

He loves doing “old people” things with you, and has even attempted to hold your hand while you’re gardening and cooking.

He’s even dramatically pouted (to tease you) if you don’t let him.

🌳Yamato

Yamato loves holding your hand so much.

Honestly after you were official, he started making it a thing that he holds your hand all the time.

Yamato loves recognition and praise, and he needs everyone to know you’re his special person, his love.

Yamato can be shy, but the fact that someone loves him this much means he’s just happy to be with you.

He’ll have all the upcoming festivals and events on a calendar so he can have time to hold your hand in front of others.

He holds it pretty normally, but if you do any interlocking of fingers he will blush and whisper affections to you. Especially about how cute you are.

If you’re at home and relaxing with him, especially with your hands occupied, he’ll think about how he can get to holding your hand.

Yamato will end up deciding on pulling you close and just holding you instead. Another very needy person.

🕳Genma

He’s sooo rude, he can’t take shit seriously.

Man is purely unserious. (look at him!! awful man!)

Y’all aren’t even dating, you’re in a situationship and he’s trying to hold your hand.

One time you guys were hanging out and he quickly grabbed your hand and used some old fashioned terms and pointed out a cute gift at a shop. (Probably a plushie or something)

The man running the shop asked Genma if he was thinking of getting it for his wife… and he said yes! Raising your held hand up to show you were together.

He then let that man give you it on a discount and walked you home shocked holding your hand.

At your door, he kissed it and then let you know he wouldn’t be able to get dinner tomorrow because he had to hang out with Anko.

I hate this man stg.

He also likes trying to hold your hand if all the jonin are having a hang out to try and make fun of Kurenai and Asuma.

It’s okay though they “talked” some sense into him for playing with you, and the next time he tried to hold your hand:

Well… you told him no, and he said he was just trying to hold his s/o’s hand, he said it so softly and seriously, you let him take it.

And he squeezed it and took his senbon out and kissed you while whispering apologies and still holding your hand.

He also changed how your hands were linked so he could pin you back against the wall with that hand and give you more kisses.

Hate him so much, smh.

🎓Iruka

Now Iruka is a teacher and that’s the only reason he’ll be cautious about holding your hand.

It’s not that he’s not madly in love with you, it’s that kids do not shut up about these things.

He doesn’t want them distracted by his relationship (which is so damn silly)

But he’s def linking your fingers if it’s at an event where he knows he won’t see the kids.

Honestly sometimes he puts time aside for late night walks

(Or late night dinner after he’s finished grading) so he can hold your hand around the city in peace.

But the kids will end up seeing, and it will spread. It was two girls who were out with their moms doing some later afternoon shopping and they spread that back to Konohamaru and Crew, then it got to Naruto and Sakura, and then it got to everybody.

Actually a lot of the chunin and jonin didn’t even know you two were dating and because it’s Iruka it just becomes a whole thing if any of them see you together and you’re not holding hands.

Poor Iruka, he just gets bright red at all the teasing, ‘Hey Iruka-sensei your girlfriend is right there why aren’t you holding her hand?’

His students ‘Iruka-sensei! My mom said she holds my dad’s hand because she loves him, do you love s/o?”

Kakashi is actually the worst offender somehow.

Naruto actually thinks it’s really cute and he reacts to it kinda like he did his Minato and Kushina’s love story. (excuse me I’m crying brb)

📝Jiraiya (yes he should be in jail… yes I would send him my check for commissary)

If you catch Jiraiya (or possibly read these as Jiraiya/Tsunade headcanons) he’s usually just got a hand on your lower back.

He likes to give you nice back rubs, and surprisingly they don’t turn into anything unless you were alone in your room together

Though if you were in a crowded street etc, he’s grabbing your wrist with his big hand and making sure you stay tucked in against him.

He also likes to throw an arm over your shoulder at restaurants and link your fingers from there.

He’ll even pout and ask you to give him your hand from that weird angle.

Or he’ll have his arm wrapped behind your back and hold your hand that’s at your side.

Surprisingly he is a hand kisser. He likes to play the gentleman and kiss the back of it all the time.

Say you need him to help steady you as you fix your shoe, or get over a puddle he’ll kiss it before he drops it down…. Still holding your hand, and now you’ll be walking like that.

#naruto headcanons #kakashi x reader #tenzo yamato x reader #yamato tenzo #genma x reader #iruka x reader #jiraiya x reader #;;handholding series #mdni #minors dni #Mana talks [Yes Jiraiya is under the cut incase some people don't wanna see his face. He has to be in some sort of jail]

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