toneriisbae

[toneriisbae]

Sneaky

Pairing: Obito Uchiha/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content [minors dni!!] modern au. stepcest, slight degrading, rough doggy. stepbrother!obito.

Word count: 5.8k

Masterlist

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“Obiii! Do you have anything cute I could wear?”

A SIGH puffs past Obito’s lips at the fluffy nickname you insist on using for him.

Pausing the game at your coy whining that’s steadily growing louder as you dash up the stairs and take them two at a time, the twenty-one-year-old Uchiha grumbles in annoyance whilst he sits up in his bed and straightens his spine that’s long since gone stiff from hours of remaining stuck in one position. 

The car he’s succeeded in stealing from an NPC freezes in the midst of the virtual road just as Obito tosses his controller to the side. He catches the blurring effect overlay the television screen before it coats the room with dim darkness. Meanwhile, you're already turning the knob and peeking inside his bedroom.

There’s a giddy glint of mischief swirling inside your irises which he can see even across the distance between you, despite the rather innocent quirk your mouth portrays in that exact moment. Reprising your role of the annoying little stepsister he’s never asked to have, you’re spelling nothing but trouble and seem to be set on irritating the crap out of him yet again. 

Great.

He gives you a glare as his gaze fixates on you; the ebony within his eyes hardening to sleek, dark ice which you’re pretty used to by now, much to his misfortune. “Can’t even bother to knock?”

“Didn’t feel like it.” Obito can see your smile grow into something a little less pure with the matter-of-fact tone you use as you step inside his bedroom without receiving any sort of invitation from him first-hand. “Besides, what do I even need to knock for? It’s not like you've got anything interesting to hide in this sad little man cave of yours.”

Obito huffs at the jab. He can already feel his nerves sparking with vexation from your presence alone as he scrubs both hands across his face to avoid showing the exasperation he's experiencing. He’s rubbing at both of his eyes; groaning and sighing until he can see stars of blue and violet behind his eyelids. “Oh, my god… You’re so funny.”

What he says is true, despite the sarcastic and rather bored tone he uses to lace his statement. He’s gotten to meet you officially only eight months ago; has been living with you for four, and not once during that time have you failed at coming up with a witty retaliation that could match - hell, even one up - his own. 

It’s a talent, really. Most people usually give in the moment they face the unyielding monster that is his stubbornness, because, well: he’s worse than an ox repeatedly slamming its head against the wall when it comes to sticking to his opinion. However, much to his dismay, it seems that you’ve managed to build yourself quite a hindrance in these measly couple of months of living with him.

“I’ll be here all night.” You brush him off with a flick of the wrist now, proving his point even further as you click the door shut and aim straight for his wardrobe. “It’d be my pleasure to entertain you, dear brother. Right after I raid your closet, though.”

Actually, you’d entertain him in more ways than one. But Obito doesn’t know that, of course. Come to think of it, neither do you. At least not truly, anyway.

The desire is hidden somewhere deep, deep down. Where even your conscience isn't able to reach.

“I’d rather not.” He’s silent for a second as if he’s mulling something over before he adds, “And I ain’t your brother.”

“Right.” He’s determined to remind you of that fact quite often. Your response is nothing but a shrug that is aimed in his direction, even though your back is turned towards him now. “Your loss.”

“Is it?”

His question makes you still your search through his hoodies for a brief second before you sigh and bend over to go through the lower shelf that’s practically cluttered with clothes he doesn’t wear all that often. You furrow your brow and bite your lip absent-mindedly as your fingers trace the untidy stack of thick cotton that’s nearly all in the exact same shade of navy blue. “And what do you mean by that, my beloved Obi?”

Unbeknownst to you, your so-called ‘beloved’ stepbrother is watching the way your pastel pink gym shorts tighten around the curve of your ass with the movement as you lean even further into his wardrobe to grab a sweater that’s hidden way in the back. The manner in which the spandex pinches both sides of your juicy thighs until he can see the slight cinching of the plush flesh is fury-inducing to a man like him who’s into legs.

He forces himself to look up from the smooth back of your thighs and calves, but all he can see now is the round shape of your plump pussy. He’s literally able to make out the hole from how noticeably the bubblegum pink fabric dips slightly inwards. It’s like a goddamn ravine of the most adorable design. 

And Obito feels bad, perhaps even dirty, for wanting to trek it with his fingers and tongue. All until you’d start to wiggle your hips and mewl like a little kitten against him; asking him for more, calling him a good big brother for taking such good care of that needy little pu-

For fuck’s sake, are you doing it on purpose?! Is the way you jiggle your ass right in front of him just another ploy to provoke him like you’ve been doing ever since moving into this godforsaken house? It’s not the first time it’s happened; these tension-inducing moments that arouse sin within his mind no matter how much time has passed, as well as the fact that he’s tried to not look and act upon them. 

And God knows that he’s tried. Yes, even when he’s heard you moaning quietly on the other side of the wall late at night before the buzz of your vibrator finally died down. Before you finally came - all on your own, without his help. Even then.

“I just… Uh…” Obito clears his throat; swallowing the runny saliva as his expression darkens into something a bit more troubled. The shadows would have literally been visible on his face, had it not been for the dim lighting of the room and the late hour to accompany it when he utters, “I don’t see any advantages to being your brother, is all.”

“Wow.” All he can see is your right eye and the half of your face that’s partially hidden by the curve of your shoulder as you turn to look at him. “Is there supposed to be an advantage? Or are you just trying to be plain mean again?”

‘There could be an advantage, if you’d let it happen,’ he thinks.

“I dunno, I asked you first,” he says instead, picking up the controller again. He spares you a glance the moment you stand up to your full height and show him the hoodie you’ve snatched like it’s a prize. He frowns at the way you press it against your chest and squeeze it real tight in excitement. “Make sure to give that back when you’re done wearing it. And don’t spray any of that shitty perfume on it like you did on my Nike hoodie last time.”

He couldn’t stop smelling it during class the last time he’d worn it. Couldn’t concentrate at all, not even when Kakashi - his stupid classmate/friend - had started looking at him all kinds of weird.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble as you put on the black oversized piece of clothing and check yourself in the mirror. “So strict... You’re nothing like dad.”

“My dad lets you do what you want, just so you’ll approve of him and take it easy on the whole marriage ordeal your mom can’t shut her mouth about,” he retaliates, enunciating the word ‘my’ to only give you more proof he doesn’t consider you family. “Where are you even going, by the way?”

The wink you give him is as sly as that of a fox as you fix the sleeves and prop your hands against your hips, “Why do you care?”

His expression is completely deadpan, even though his heart is jumping all over inside his chest at the tease you’ve just given him. “I never said I did.”

“Mhmmm,” you hum, smiling again. “Then why are you askin’, brother dearest?”

All Obito does is stare at you. And then he points at the door. “Out.”

He hates it when you call him that. Outright despises it, for some reason.

Your girlish laugh makes his brain tingle with something gooey and warm that shouldn’t be there as you skip towards the door. “If you must know, I’m heading to Sakura’s to watch a movie with a couple of friends.”

He dismisses you completely with a subtle wave of his hand as he turns towards the television again. “Aha.” In truth, he wants to ask what friends, what movie, when are you planning to come back home and with who, but he represses the urge. Of course he does.

“I’ll text you when I get there,” you chirp knowingly as your hand wraps around the doorknob. You notice the baseball cap that’s thrown on his desk. It's got his university's logo patched right in the front. “I'll be borrowing this, too. You don't mind… Right, Obi?”

“Aha,” he repeats dispassionately, even though his eyes flick towards the nightstand so that he can be positive he has his phone there. “Just make sure to give me my shit back the moment you step foot inside the house again. I’m not playin’ around, ‘cause last time you-”

“Bye, Obi!” His sentence is broken as you slam the door shut behind you.

“Did you hear what I just said? Hey! Airhead!” He shouts after you, but the only answer he can hear is the pitter-patter of your feet against the wooden stairs and your mischievous snickering. A proper she-devil you are; causing chaos to his already mayhem of a life.

The emoji of the pink, sparkly heart and the winky face you text him not a minute later as some lame sort of apology only causes Obito to grumble out loud. He turns back to his game with slightly redder cheeks than what would be considered the norm for him and with his body just a couple of degrees hotter than it was before you entered the room.

He’ll never admit to getting flustered over a text message from his stepsister. Will never admit that he’s just spent minutes staring and leering at that fine, peachy ass of yours; imagining all the ways he'd make it jiggle and clap.

Boom! - the memory of your curves stuffed in those tiny shorts makes him crash the car straight into a brick wall of pixels. He watches as the screen turns black whilst he toys with the pair of joysticks stuck to the controller. His digits feel somewhat sweaty as they slide across the smooth rubber over and over again.

He's quite skilled with his fingers from gaming so much. It's a shame he can't put them to good use. Like on that tiny nub of nerves between your legs.

“Ugh.”

Great. Just great. 

—

That same night, Obito is awoken by multiple repetitive nudges to the cheek.

It’s been ages since you’ve left, the late hour is even later and he’s tossing and turning to the side in his bed now; trying to swat your hand away with a lazy drawl of a groan that’s voiced only because you’re so fucking persistent at pestering him.

He hears your giggle the moment he forces his heavy eyelids open after some much-needed effort. You’re leaning over him: your face is hovering mere inches from his own as you watch him in the dark, lips puckered around the plastic stick of the sucker you’re licking at absent-mindedly whilst studying his sharp features. The only source of light is the meek sliver of orange from the street lamp outside his window. It splashes the side of your face to the point that he can see that same glint inside your irises he's seen hours ago.

“What… Mm, what d’you want?” He sounds so sleepy as he draws out the vowels; so deep and raspy - husky. It sends a chill trickling down your spine like it’s a surge of cold water weaved with chunks of ice in-between. If the popping and crackling of burning logs had a voice, it’d be this one.

It’s so improper to feel turned on by the sound of your stepbrother’s morning - does it count as morning already? - voice, but it’s not like you can control it.

His cheek is still warm from sleep as you nudge him again, prodding the bone underneath the soft skin in an attempt of averting your attention from your troubled thoughts. “I brought you your hoodie back, Obi.”

Obito nods before he buries his face further into the pillow. Of course you'll listen to what he says only when it suits you. “And the cap?”

Silence meets him. And then: “Oh, shit.”

He sighs as he looks up at the ceiling, and even though he already knows the answer, he still asks: “Mm?”

“I forgot it at Sakura’s,” you admit quietly, exhaling deeply in apology. “I’m sorry. I’ll get it back first thing tomorrow… I promise!”

You’re expecting him to be angry. To be scowling up at you and starting one of those annoying-ass monologues of how irresponsible you are and that he’s never letting you borrow his stuff again; that you’ll need to pry it from his cold, dead hands if you ever wish to wear it again in this lifetime and how much you suck - all that typical jazz. 

But all he does instead, is blink tiredly as he mutters a nonchalant, “Fine.”

You watch the fluttering of his thick eyelashes before he lifts his hand and rubs at his eye. The one that he keeps open is still glazed over with a film of slumber that makes the ebony shade within hazy and blurry at first glance. His pupil is so big, even though you can barely distinguish it from the iris from how matching in colour it is.

“Fine?” You stare down at him in pure astonishment as you keep inhaling his musky scent. Every shallow breath is only unknowingly drawing you closer to him - to your fucking stepbrother.

Obito smells like pine; you’ve noticed it the first time you’ve borrowed - stolen - his hoodie. His scent is potent and sticks to your skin and hair, no matter how long you wear the clothes. It reminds you of the soil underneath your feet, the moss, the roots and the earth itself - like a gloomy morning full of thick air and promises of rain. In all honesty, it makes it hard to concentrate, but you still manage to whisper, “So, you’re not angry with me?”

He looks up at you, eyeing the strawberry lollipop that’s dangling from your bottom lip and coating the inner edge of your pouty mouth a bright red. His voice is merely a hushed whisper of his own as he replies, “No, m’not.”

You don’t know what kind of lewd god possesses you in that moment that makes you pull out the lollipop from your mouth and press it against his lips gently, and yet you’re doing it anyway. Shame.

“Here,” you mumble, coaxing him to take the sweet, “as an apology, since I’ve got nothing better to give ya.”

Obito can see the sheen of your drool coating the sucker; can feel it wetting his lips as you keep pressing it against his mouth. He’s twenty-one, and yet he can’t help but think of it as an indirect kiss, like he's eight again. And perhaps he’s still too brain-dead from sleep, or simply because it’s one in the morning and secrets are spilled easier late at night, but he catches himself saying, “You’ve got plenty of things you could'a given me, if you wanted to.”

Your fingers nearly tremble as you watch him part his plush lips and accept the lollipop the moment the words are out and dangling in the open space between you like some inviting bait you can't help but paw at curiously. 

And it’s the way his lips wrap around it; the way you catch the tip of his pink tongue glide over the sugar before he sucks it into his mouth that makes your insides all jittery and jelly-like. That makes you outright start ogling at him now.

“Yeah?” You swallow thickly when he looks away and sits up. He looks so unbothered; sighing and stretching his strong limbs until his white t-shirt is riding up his toned stomach. So tired in all the right, appealing ways. Staring at him like this, you wonder if your saliva matches his own when it comes to sweetness. The indecent thoughts make the needle of your moral compass twitch and falter as you speak again, “Like what, for example?”

Twitch, twitch, twitch. His own needle is pushing downwards in the exact same manner. “You could play with me.”

He can see your eyes widen. “Wh-What…? Play with you?”

It’s the first time he’s managed to make you stutter. To make you unable to retaliate and cut him swiftly with a clever comeback. If he weren’t still half asleep, perhaps he’d feel somewhat proud. Perhaps he'd even let the smirk ghost over his lips. “Play GTA with me… You woke me up, so it’s the least you can do.”

Oh… Oh.

You’re not sure if the rock that’s lifted from your heart at his answer is a good thing or not. Still, you linger on his bed; bare knees sinking into the firm mattress as you tilt your head to the side. “You want to play GTA? Like, right now?”

No, he wants to spend time with his bratty little stepsister. “Mhmmm.”

“Well,” you mumble, making yourself comfortable, ”all right, I guess… But you’ve gotta teach me the controls! I have a life, unlike you, ya know.”

Obito yawns before placing the sucker back into his mouth again. “Sure.”

Oh, he’ll teach you, all right.

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“Okay, now I get why you play this all the time. It’s pretty fun.”

Your giggle is soft to reach Obito’s ears twenty-five minutes later as you keep swiveling the tiny Smart car you’ve managed to steal across the entire virtual road, chuckling and muttering nonsense at how funny it looks: redecorated in an absurd shade of yellow and plastered with stickers from top to bottom.

“Yeah,” your stepbrother drawls lazily, head tipping back against the headboard of the bed without much interest. “Fun.”

You’re lying on your stomach right beside him and he simply can’t stop staring at your ass. It’s just so cute, looking like a plump little peach; all tight and firm from the way your legs are stretched out and your toes are curling subtly into his white bed sheet every once in a while you come close to dying in the stupid video game and you're trying to focus. You’re like a delicious meal - splayed out right next to him, too busy staring at the screen to realize how hungry his stare has gotten. It’s like you’ve been served on a silver platter. 

Just for him. All for him.

God, what he wouldn’t give to place his hand on you. To dig his fingers into the fat of your thigh and just make you whimper and plead for more. To feel the spandex of those tiny shorts you insist on wearing rubbing against him; a horny, lonely male still full of vigour.

But instead, Obito places his hand on his own thigh. He bends his knee as he inches it up and rests it on the bulge that’s straining his light grey sweatpants. He sighs when he feels the friction. Resists a groan when his fingers curl around his cock right over the cotton. It’s thick, but he can still feel the pressure even over the single layer. Even more, because he isn’t wearing any underwear underneath.

Is he seriously going to jerk it to his stepsister? While she's right there - next to him? It’s so wrong… But why does it feel so right? So good?

“Fuck yeah!” Your celebratory whisper-shout causes your ass to push high into the air as you finish the race and wave the controller around. The smug look you give him over your shoulder makes his heart hammer inside his ribcage as he immediately drops his hand back to his side.

No self-love tonight, it seems.

But his cock is just so damn hard. It twitches and throbs; especially when your tongue pokes out past your bottom lip to tease him further. “Did you see that? Did you see how well I did? I only drove over one hooker, hah.”

No, he didn't. Sadly, Obito was too busy staring at your ass and imagining how snug his dick would be in-between those plush cheeks. How good it'd feel if he spread them apart and pushed his cock into that sopping hole underneath. Until you'd be crying from how full your pussy would become with him.

“Yeah,” he mutters quietly. His eyes are so glossy that the glaze reminds you of the liquid eyeliner you use from time to time. “You did great. Just one hooker is great.”

“You fucker,” you grumble, kicking his leg, “you weren’t even watching.”

“Sure I was,” he immediately lies through his teeth, sucking in a sharp breath at the surge of pain. “I’ve seen it all.”

“Liar.”

“Call me that again,” he says, tone somber and dark all of a sudden. “I dare you.”

You pucker your lips before a naughty smirk smooths them right back down. “Lia- Ah!”

The squeal you let out sounds a bit too loud with the late hour when he grabs your foot to stop you from causing him any more ache when you try to hit him again. His touch is ticklish but it is also overpowering. It sends tingles creeping up your neck, especially when his fingers wrap around your ankle when you try to escape him.

You’re laughing now; play fighting for some vaguely intimate reason that you’re both trying to conceal underneath the pretense of gaiety as you toss and turn around the bed. The game is long since forgotten. Just like your morals.

After all, in the midst of all the chaos: Obito has somehow managed to end up on top of you, finding improper comfort in the tight space between your legs as your thighs keep rubbing the sides of his waist every time his fingers dig into the sensitive spot right underneath your ribs.

The jab makes your back arch in the process. Makes him do it again and again. Oh god, he's so turned on by it that it makes him sweat.

Trying to keep quiet for your parents’ sake that are asleep downstairs, a gasp leaves you the moment your stepbrother presses a finger to your lips in a meek attempt to shush you. You’re staring up at him now - all doe-eyed and panting, with your hair all askew and with your chest heaving in that tight crop top that certainly leaves nothing to the imagination when it comes to fantasizing how your tits look like. Quite literally; he can see the two cute nubs poking against the fabric.

Obito sounds breathless as he says, “What?”

The outline of his dick is so visible through his sweatpants, and yet you can’t bring yourself to say what you’re thinking about. Can’t admit it - not even in the safety of the darkness to surround you. 

The poor Uchiha is completely red in the face from all the movement as he keeps looking down at you all puzzled; his shoulders rising and falling in the same unsteady rhythm of his inhales and exhales that push past his parted lips. 

He’s wound up so close to you that you can smell the sugary strawberry on his breath and see the way the artificial colouring has tinted the inside of his mouth. Christ, he looks so innocently charming like this, despite his rather rugged appearance. So fucking sweet - all sunshine and daisies.

And somehow; for some unknown, inexplicable reason, he looks even sweeter when he swallows audibly the moment you place a soft kiss on his finger pad and twirl your tongue right across the print without any sort of explanation or warning. Just the way his Adam's apple bobs inside his throat is enough to get you going.

And somehow; for some even more foreign, unfathomable reason, you look just as lovely as he shoves his digit even deeper into your mouth, as if in silent agreement. As he pushes it in right to the knuckle - until you’re sucking on it in the same manner you did on the lollipop you’ve shoved into his mouth half an hour ago and that he’s long since chewed away.

The tension between you is so thick that it makes it hard to breathe properly. At long last, you’ve finally both acknowledged its presence. To say that you feel on edge would be an understatement.

Especially when he leans in even further and traces the length of your entire bottom lip with the tip of his finger that’s covered in your drool now. When he looks at you with eyes that you can swear burn crimson in colour, or perhaps it’s just the darkness and your nerves playing tricks on you.

Must be that. Why on earth would his eyes turn red, after all? Better yet: how?

You loose a petrified sigh when his thumb hooks underneath your chin and he tilts your head upwards to make you look at him better. To make you share the same breath with him, that you're both secretly yearning to exchange.

His voice sounds so small and hesitant as he whispers, “Why are you here this late, y/n? In my room; at one in the morning?”

And you just can’t bring yourself to answer. Well, at least not by using words.

So you kiss him instead.

Neither of you thinks about anything in particular the moment your fingers curl around the collar of his t-shirt and tug until his lips are crashing against your own clumsily, and your tongue finds its way into his strawberry-coated mouth. You’re just panting; groaning down each other’s throats and trying to grab a hold of each other as tightly as you can.

You both know that what you’re doing is wrong, but god fucking damn it - you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good. So good, in fact, that you just keep going. That you keep touching and rocking against each other, sweating and nearly purring like two happy kitties from the wanton friction that’s beginning to buzz between your hot and bothered bodies.

You continue to relish the unfamiliar sensation as his breathing picks up and you begin to mewl when those big, rough hands, that you’ve subtly been eyeing during the entirety of every family dinner, begin to explore your body in awkward, albeit determined gropes. 

He’s attempting to fondle and feel every single one of your curves, whilst still tasting your saliva just as fervently. And perhaps you’d laugh at how boyishly enthusiastic he is with it, if you weren’t stuck in the same boat as him; stroking his broad shoulders and scratching the nape of his neck with your pretty fingernails over and over again.

Everything is a blur as you begin to practically tear each other’s clothes off. As your crop top finds its rightful place on the floor of his bedroom, and his hot mouth finds your neck; latching and sucking on the sweet spot just underneath your jaw and blessing you with a hickey you’ll have to somehow figure out a way of hiding from your mother in the morning.

Neither of you wastes time with romance. Any form of tenderness is too risky and needs to be dealt with quickly, if you wish for the curiosity to be appeased and the urge to be satisfied with zero mishaps and no surprise visits from your parents.

So you find yourself lying on your stomach once more, but this time with the weight of your stepbrother pressing you flat against the mattress and those tempting shorts dangling around your ankle, along with your black thong. All until your cheek is flushed against his bed and a lewd mixture of your drool and tears is dotting the bed sheet that smells just as intoxicating and delicious as him.

Honestly, it’s like you’re being hugged by him from the top and bottom. Every inhale feels sacred as you keep filling your lungs with his scent. As he fills you up in return.

“Obiii,” you whine needily, clawing at the duvet that’s somehow managed to find its way underneath your hands. “Oh-...! Oh, fuck!”

“Shh, shh,” Obito soothes you like a good big brother, even though his cock is practically splitting you in half as he tries to stuff all of it into your tight little hole that simply refuses to stretch enough to accept him wholly. “Please keep quiet, cutie. I love your pretty moans, but please... We’ll get, ah… Fuck, you’ll get us in trouble if you keep bein’ so loud.”

“I can’t!” You cry out, as your hips quicken their adorable wiggling underneath him. “Ca-... Can’t keep quiet.”

“You gotta try at least… Gotta try and lemme in, too,” he mumbles in reply as he kisses your naked shoulder blade. You feel the saliva to coat your skin when his teeth graze over the bone. It’s like a mark. One you’re too ashamed to admit you’d be proud to wear.

He’s breathing so heavily against your shoulder that the warmth makes goosebumps erupt all over your arms. Especially when he says: “Be good and listen to your-... Your brother, okay?”

He knows what’s best for you.

The sentence nearly makes you explode into a million little pieces of pleasure that will never get a chance of connecting again. There’s a kink hiding somewhere within it; grinning at you wolfishly and coaxing you to explore it with your greedy little hands. With your lips. Mouth. Every other hole, too.

Your body feels like it's on fire because of it.

But try all you might, you seriously can’t help when it comes to making noise. The stretch his dick gives you burns hot as you lift your hips and arch your back to take more of him, however it feels just as good. He’s going in completely raw and hasn’t even given you any foreplay, and yet your cunt is drenched to the brink of embarrassment from just kissing him; walls eager to be stroked and spoiled by the love of his fat cock.

Perhaps you’re wet and ready because you’re not supposed to be doing this. Because you’re not supposed to know how your stepbrother’s cock feels inside you, and yet here you are: a naughty, dirty girl squeaking and whimpering like a slut from feeling so full with it.

“Fucking prancin’ ‘round in those shorts like you own the place,” he says, his voice low and dangerous like the rumble of thunder before a storm. “Testin’ me all the fuckin’ time… God, you're such a bad little sister.”

Excuse his lack of manners, but Obito is nearly losing his mind above you from having to call you such a filthy term, as well as how you react to it the way you do. His hand is shaking as it grips the back of your neck the moment he at long last manages to bottom out within you, and as the waistband of the grey sweatpants, that he still has hanging loosely around his hips, struggles to stay in place with the single, harsh thrust he gives you now.

The push makes the tip of his cock shove past that barrier of tight muscles that’s protecting your cervix, making it too painful for you to endure. Jesus, he’s massive. So thick and heavy inside you, that you’re starting to feel like you’re going to die the most blissful death known to humankind if he doesn't start to move soon.

Your head shoots up at the sensation; at the pang of ache that makes your eyes cross so intensely that those begin to hurt, too. You’re lucky - so damn lucky that he’s smart enough to cover your mouth with his hand the moment a high-pitched scream bubbles up your throat and slips right past your adorably ‘o’ shaped mouth.

The salt of your tears drips down to his knuckles. Trickles right to his wrist.

“Hah… You’re-... Mmh.” He laughs now - laughs as he watches you squirm and writhe underneath him; plump ass jiggling and bumping against his abdomen just like he’s imagined it would as he pulls back and slams right back home inside your adorable cunt again. He can see the glimmer of slick and can hear the squelch. God, you’re like a porn star, but better.

And he's like a bear; so big and strong to hold you in place as he paws at your tight body.

Obito wants to tell you that you feel good, he truly does. He wants to tell you that you look so fucking pretty like this: all disheveled and sweaty and panting as you keep squeezing his dick and leaking warm, milky arousal all over it just because he’s inside, inside, inside, but he simply can’t. He can’t even form words from how overwhelmed he feels, much less fathom the entire situation and if it truly is happening.

So he shows you instead. 

He shows you by fucking you into the mattress the moment you stop crying; with his massive hand clamping over your mouth the entire time as his fingers painfully prod at your gums in-between every thrust. He shows you with the swing of his hips, with the way his cock forces its way into you nice and hard and deep. With his heavy panting to brush against your earlobe with every ragged breath, and every incoherent mumble of a particularly nasty curse you’ve never heard him use before.

Obito gives you his all - well, as much as he’s able to without waking the entire goddamn house, though he still makes you sweat and cry and drool and gush during the entirety of it. How his hips drill into your own is mind-numbing and dopamine-inducing. You’re literally not able to think straight from the way he’s pounding into you now - even less capable of collecting your fuzzy mind into something decent.

“You ain’t my sister,” he mumbles at some point whilst you’re orgasming and spilling your love all over his cock for a second time in the rough span of ten minutes. The veins atop his knuckles are prominent as he squeezes the back of your neck and smiles against your temple. “You’re my bitch.”

Unbeknownst to you, his gaze glows like embers in the night as he watches your face contort into pure, divine pleasure the moment you sink it further into the bed sheet at the derogatory term. The action just makes you push your ass higher into the air. Your legs are trembling, but you insist on being good for him, just so that he’ll make you cum for a third time.

Still high in the midst of immoral bliss, you fail to notice that he’s already called you his.

Sneaky little Uchiha. So possessive.

#naruto #obito uchiha #obito x reader #stepbro obito #reblog

[toneriisbae]

Toxic Hashirama Senju Headcanons

Ladykiller vibes. Definitely uses his charm and good looks to get everything he wants. Even when it doesn’t seem necessary.

The type to act cute and innocent even tho he manipulates on purpose.

Manipulation is centered around him. Guilt tripping, victim playing, acting narcissistic at times. It’s all very subtle though.

Everybody is under his spell. The only person who sees through it is Tobirama.

Controlling. Wants people to follow his exact orders to the point of explaining things they already know, acting as if he is guiding them through it.

He appears unbelievably charming as if he wants to get along with everyone. On the inside, he doesn't like people getting close and will push away anyone who tries to get past his charismatic facade.

The man is just . . . off. He seems normal at first, but questionable comments slip out here and there . . . No one seems to care . . .

#idk why i wrote this #it just popped into my head #hashirama senju #naruto #headcanons #toxic hashirama

[toneriisbae]

The Senju brothers finding out their little sister is going out with Madara 💥

Lately I’ve been into family drama and such, so when anon requested this I couldn’t say no lol Btw thank you, anon, for this scandalous incredible idea 😘

In this scenario/list/idk we have the Senju brothers finding out their younger sister and Madara are seeing each other. As you might expect, the news provoke different reactions in each of them, but the main point is how she will deal with this situation.

So I’m gonna shut up now and leave you with this:

Fandom: Naruto | Senju Brothers

Warnings: none, just a heated argument and a looong list ahead

Symbols: 💙 | ◻ | ▶▶

Keep reading

#naruto #hashirama senju #tobirama senju #madara uchiha #reblog

[toneriisbae]

Hashirama & Tobirama With a Little Sister Headcanons

HASHIRAMA

( as children )

♡ butsuma was never really a good father. he was constantly pushing his children into war one way or the other, so i headcanon him as being, to put it bluntly, a very abusive father.

♡ i imagine butsuma being absolutely infuriated when he finds out that his youngest child is a girl

♡ “what am i going to do with this? she won’t ever be as strong as my sons!”

♡ with this being mentioned, hashi and tobi’s little sister grows up constantly being called a ‘total misfire’

♡ so, with that in mind…

♡ get ready for a whole lot of UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

♡ GOD, hashi just loves her SO MUCH

♡ when she was little, hashirama would play with her in her room like, all the time. no buts. all the time.

♡ “wanna play with the blocks? you want the green one? here you go!! i love you so much!!!”

♡ he can’t believe he has a little sister! three brothers it took to get him here and now all he wants is to play with her constantly

♡ when kawarama and itama become fatalities to the uchiha clan, hashirama has a newfound drive to protect his youngest sibling. he vows to never, ever let anything happen to her, may god help him.

♡ stands up for her against their father. butsuma is furious, but hashi’s little sister never forgets that. hashi made a vow to protect her, and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do.

♡ whenever she has nightmares, he’s always there to comfort her, no matter what. if he has a curfew and has to be in his room and stay in there at a certain time, he’ll sneak out and crawl through the halls just to get to her room. #goodfam

♡ during the colder months he likes to wrap a long scarf around his sister and throw one of the ends over her head, just for shits and giggles

♡ she doesn’t mind, she’s giggling too

( as teenagers )

♡ when things get a little more rocky in their lives now that hashirama is older, he finds he doesn’t have enough time for his baby sister anymore. right around the corner he’ll be in his twenties, and his baby sister is still only barely past the age of ten. now that he’s much more stronger and able to provide more for his family, he’s willing to do anything it takes, even if it means he won’t always physically be there for his sister.

♡ when butsuma passes away and hashirama becomes the head of the senju clan, there’s a lot of strain on him, but he manages to pull through

♡ his baby sister is always getting noogies or having her hair ruffled by him

♡ once she was complaining about her hair getting too long and how she didn’t like it, so hashi sat her down and cut her hair for her. he was like “OMG KSJGFSHGBJRGH IM GONNA CUT YOUR HAIR ARE YOU READY? im not the best at cutting hair. like, TERRIBLE. im TERRIBLE at it. but i hope it’ll look good on u!! cus ur so cute!! look at those squishy cheeks!!!!”

♡ his little sister is like “uhh, on second thought???”

♡ he does a terrible job

♡ he cuts it at about a few inches above her shoulders but it’s so UNEVEN

♡ he tried his best

♡ she cries because it looks so bad but can’t get mad at poor hashi

♡ his little sister enjoys practicing being a homemaker before fighting other clans, so that’s what she does. while hashi and tobi are out, she stays at home and sweeps, scrubs the floors on her hands and knees, does the dishes, washes the laundry as best she can, etc

♡ by the time hashi and tobi get home she’s fallen asleep on the floor

♡ “HEY (NAME) WANNA HEAR ABOUT THIS CRAZY THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY”

♡ when she woke up nothing went well.

♡ if his little sister wants to dabble in some medical ninjutsu, hashi complies immediately. 3 seconds after the words are out of her mouth hashi is dashing out of the house towards the medical quarters to see if he can find a nurse nin to teach his lil sis

♡ oh, btw, lots of “sis”’s

♡ and hugs

♡ and cheek kisses

♡ he can’t resist he loves his baby sister SO much. like, 100/10 would fr die for her

TOBIRAMA

( as children )

♡ he comes off as a bit cold and distant sometimes, but he really does care about his little sister, especially after itama and kawarama.

♡ whenever she’d come up to him wanting to play he shrugged her off and made her cry quite a handful of times, but every time he’d cringe at her sniffling and would be guilt-tripped into stacking blocks with her or some shit like that lmfao

♡ tobi definitely would not go to hashirama’s level of affection for their little sister. it’s just… it’s just kinda nasty to him

♡ he hates the idea of receiving such affection and wouldn’t “obsessively” kiss or hug his baby sister like SOMEONE he knows

♡ although once in a while he’ll lay a hand on the top of her head

♡ she doesn’t really know what’s happening but he takes it off after .2 seconds

♡ he just aint that kinda brutha

♡ one time his sister started uncontrollably crying in the garden outside of their house and when he came to see what was wrong she pointed at a dead lizard on the ground and “i stepped on him!” poor babey

♡ tobirama honestly doesn’t see how that’s a problem. big deal, how many, i dunno, ants has he stepped on before? he never cried about that. he just cant understand what the big deal is. it’s a lizard. there’s billions of them.

♡ “so what? he was bound to be caught by a bird sometime or the other.”

♡ in which the crying ensues, again, and tobirama begrudgingly places a hand on his sister’s shoulder in some way to console her, but that’s the best he can do. if his sister jumps at him while she’s crying for comfort, he may lay a hand on the back of her neck while cries on him. that’s it though

( as teenagers )

♡ when he’s in his late teens, he’s constantly out of the house preparing battle strategies just in case. he’s virtually never at home except for when he gets off from his strategizing earlier than normal. when he’s out late, he doesn’t come home till past midnight probably or he’ll be pulling an all-nighter. it’s just who he is, and battle strategizing in case of a uchiha attack is necessary. someone’s gotta do it

♡ now that his sister is older, she now has a bit of knowledge in the kitchen, and sometimes makes a little, small snack for her brother if he gets home late. it’s not much, but it’s the best she can do. probably something like a little tiny cupcake or a small dish of sliced fruit for him

♡ he appreciates it, but will never ever say that to her. his pride wouldn’t be able to take it, showing thanks to a little girl when at the very least it should be him cooking for her. but we all know he doesn’t have time for that

♡ once hashirama switched around the salt and sugar jars by accident since he just. he just doesn’t know anything that goes on in the kitchen. it was a mistake. their little sister decided to make a little treat for tobirama when he got home, and she put salt in the cupcake instead of sugar. made it all nice and as neat as an eleven-year-old could, even put only a very small amount of icing on the top, just how tobi likes it

♡ when tobi got home he found it sitting out on the kotatsu in the dining room and decided to take only a bite before getting ready for a much-needed hot bath

♡ and promptly spat it out on the floor

♡ he was SO angry. ???????? like??????? did she do this on purpose??? was she messing with him?? was she angry that tobirama couldn’t stay home the other night to eat dinner with her???? she knew that he had a busy schedule, so her giving him this garbage was unacceptable and selfish

♡ he’s just a big grump

♡ when he confronts her about it the next day, shes like ??????? huh??? i didn’t put salt in the food, get your mouth checked

♡ and then hashirama, amidst the loud arguing, is rubbing his neck like …… hey guys, i have a confession to make

♡ when konoha is formed, tobirama is old enough to have his own home, and hashirama is arranged for a marriage with a woman named mito uzumaki. so tobirama moves out, and brings his little sister with him

♡ she runs the house while he’s out being hashi’s right-hand-man and whatnot

♡ y'know, slaving away, but now, thanks to hashi, pretty good at medical ninjutsu

♡ now that they’re living alone together, tobirama has a bit more time for her. when he’s free, he takes his sister out to a secluded spot to practice battle moves with her, pretty much trying to show her everything he knows, as much as he can. if his sister has an affinity for water like him, then all the more convenient. this gives him a much larger platform to teach her on

♡ she lowkey hates his style of teaching though

♡ “i can’t be hitting you that hard” headass

♡ tobi she’s like, thirteen, with barely any battle experience. you’re a grown adult male whom has literally wasted some people, including that spikey-haired angry man’s brother, ok

#naruto #hashirama senju #tobirama senju #reblog

[toneriisbae]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 — 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂

ᴊɪɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴋ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐽𝑖𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤-𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ (s): sᴍᴜᴛ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ, ʙɪɢ ᴀɢᴇ-ɢᴀᴘ, ᴅʀᴜɢɢᴇᴅ, sᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ sᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀ-sᴜʙᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ

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A.N.: As always, stuff like this is self-indulgent lol. I did say I was going to do it, and @plopifuee gave me the encouragement to do it🤭. N' like @o3o-aya said: I am down bad — so fucking tremendously😩. So, writing about a condescending and smart-ass psychopath? Yes please! And to my best friend that is concerned about my taste in men and is disappointed in said taste, this is specifically for you <3

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𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑤𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝.

𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝.

𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠.

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If there was one responsibility Eugene failed to mention in his job offer to help the medical prodigy Jinyoung Park, it would be how you were expected to be a sort of stress reliever for the man and be fucked stupid to the man's content — whether you wanted to or not. Yet, you couldn't be upset for the most part. For the high pay of "helping" the older man, it became tolerable, especially when he was in a good mood. 

There were times he could be a decent man, don't worry. For instance: slow kisses along your neck while you sat on his lap as his long fingers pumped in-and-out your pussy, having you sit on his desk with his head between your legs as he shamelessly slurped on your slick cunt beneath your pencil skirt, have you suckle on his cock while he did paperwork, or maybe when he asked before he fucked you roughly against any nearby surface. Of course, he gave you a thick wad of cash after every encounter, on top of your already high regular salary. 

So why complain? Simple. His unpredictable fits of rage. 

They were always followed by his need to abuse and stuff your pussy until he was satisfied, until his anger melted away. During these instances, you were left sore and left to deal with the grim aftermath.

Unfortunately, you caught him in a bad mood today, with the criminal doctor coming into one of the spare medical rooms you were cleaning up and stabbing your neck with one of the needles he carried in his pocket without so much as a single greeting. All you could remember before blacking out was his silvery voice cooing at you, "Don't hate me too much, okay?"

Waking up with a familiar fullness, your form lay limp on the vast examination table, your thin pretty blouse fully unbuttoned as your tits bounced with each erratic buck, your boss already having his black slacks half-way down his thighs, your hips resting in his palms as he lifts your legs up to his waist, pinning them apart. Your head lulled side to side as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Though, you couldn't as your vision only showed you blurred silhouettes of everything. Even looking at the doctor proved to be difficult, barely making out the outline of his dazed features whilst he ruts into your cunt with such vigor, such desperate hunger, and raw fury.

The stretch of your weeping heat as he slides in and out is not enough to quell his anger, even as the swollen tip of his fat cock pierces the opening of your womb, pushing his cum deeper into your poor pussy without so much as a heavy grunt. Despite the white ring painting the base of his shaft, he didn't feel the slightest bit satisfied nor did he feel better. Not at all. It didn't help that you kept passing out on him every few minutes.

The deadly grip he held on your soft plush elicited a small weak whine, yet it only made him dig his nails into your flesh as a result. The only encouragement he gave to be, at the least, vocal as he fucked you. Whether from enjoyment or distress, he loved how your features contorted from either one. Jinyoung gazed at your abused cunt as it glistened with arousal under the searing light above, illuminating how it split into two and struggled to take him. Such a pretty sight, really, but he couldn't even admire your appearance as his mind was muddled and he babbled about the first thing that came to mind, even if  you were listening or not. His voice sounded muffled in your ears and only when he slipped out and flipped your body onto your stomach, sinking back in, did you finally make out a few words.

"Fuck, w-what do you think…?" Jinyoung hisses, calloused hand gripping onto your hip and knotting his fingers into your hair, nails digging into your scalp as he tugs your head up just in time to meet his brutal thrusts, groaning as he hilts his cock in one single stroke, drawing a strained whimper from you. He bit back a moan, more interested in poking jabs at your sullen expression. No, this will not do at all.

First Daniel, now you? No, unacceptable!

"Oh, you're awake? I thought we fixed that infuriating attitude of yours a while back," he sneers, running his tongue over his upper lip. Brows knitted together, his mouth stretched into a wry smile at the sound you made, rocking back before cruelly driving his pelvis forward with a deep groan. Once more, he's met with your pathetic cries and continues the vicious pace he set. "Tch, I can't believe you, [Name]. We talked about this, it's disrespectful. You were such a good girl before all this and now you're passing out on me?" He shakes his head, humming to himself when you respond with a whimper. "This just won't do, especially after the day I had."

Whatever, he didn't expect more than a few meager mewls from you right now anyway, carrying on talking to himself, dragging his throbbing length along your sweet spot and carrying on with stirring your insides. Mhm, he can always count on his cute assistant to make him feel better, your velvet walls pushing against him, helping him clear his mind in minutes when his day just wasn't going his way. And this? It gave him just enough reason to truly ruin you as he pleased.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes at the thought, seething as he speaks through gritted teeth, "I mean, two bodies? It's not entirely impossible, don’t get me wrong. Ngh, but putting me up to deal with that fucker Eugene…?" The man purses his lips as he nips the tip of his tongue between his teeth, trying to calm himself. He sucks in a sharp breath, stiffening as your pussy spasms around him for the umteenth time that night, gushing and adding to the creamy fluids dribbling down your bare thighs. "Damn irritating… Shit." 

Your hazy mind could barely wrap around what he is referring to, a vague idea of what he mentioned earlier that week flashing by but slipping away once his low raspy moans drift in the air. It seems just talking about it was enough to make his blood boil, having the opposite effect of letting his emotions bottle up. Pulling your hips back, he slams back into you, bullying his thick girth into your tight sloppy cunt in an effort to forget his smoldering fury. Growling with an irate expression, he yanks your head further back and presses his chest flush against your curved back, cooing with a teasing tone into your ear, "Mm, but I'm so glad I have my favorite girl's cunt available to me… Makes this mess so much more tolerable to deal with — even if you are a damn brat right now…."

Tears lear at your eyes and the man grins at the sight, reeling at the sight of teardrops resting on your lashes and threatening to fall, how your brows furrowed, and bottom lip trembled — your pain and discomfort was more than enough to make his blood rush and heart swell, spurring his thrust to become nastier, crueler. Straightening back up whilst increasing his tempo, Jinyoung’s head lulls back, focusing on your slick clenching around him. His own release builds higher and higher once again, his abdomen tensing as his gaze bores into the blinding ceiling lights.

"Hah, no wonder that bastard was so arrogant, kept smiling n' shit…." Fat balls slapping against the  curve of your ass, he could feel himself melting and getting lost in your mellow warmth. No drug could recreate this feeling, no matter how hard he tried — and fuck, he was glad as there was nothing that could replace burying himself in this sweet cunt. Jinyoung pulls at your hair once again, the rumbling laughter slipping out of the man as he’s met with a tight squeeze, tone dripping with a dangerous edge whilst you whine at the pinch of your scalp. "I hate bastards like that! They're utter. Fucking. Trash." He emphasizes every word with a harsh snap of his hips, his thighs flexing and aching from how sore they were from hours of stimulation.

You remain silent, only sounds drizzling from you being meek broken cries whilst your eyes struggle to stay open, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth, and dribbling down onto the steel surface of the table. Though, you could not welcome the concept of rest so soon when it came to Jinyoung’s insatiable need to fuck. 

He takes notice of how your gaze falls shut and stays close for longer periods of time, much sooner than before, only for you to open them once more and ever so slowly slip into the slumber he’s been putting off. He scrunches his nose in annoyance, ceasing his movements and giving your plush a quick squeeze. Nothing. Clicking his tongue, he shakes his head in disappointment, crooning with an airy tone, "Can't have you passing out right now, puppy. Give me a second…." The man untangles his hand from your locks and detaches his hand from your waist, letting your temple hit the hard table as he twists his torso to reach over to the metal tray behind him.

Carefully plucking a syringe and red vial from the full plate, Jinyoung hums whilst he stabs the small silicone opening with the pointer, pulling the end of the syringe until a fraction of the base is filled with a clear substance. Just one jab of this and your hell would continue.

"Sir… please… No… no more..," you whisper, breathing weakly as you stare blankly at the door opposite to your current position, pathetically hoping your boss would cease his antics, the sore sensation of your lower half creating an uncomfortable pressure you could hardly support. Your vision is starting to spin and you could barely make out his voice. "Ngh, it hurts… a lot, I-I can’t…."

Jinyoung feigns worry for a moment, putting the instruments down and caressing your ass gently— only for him to crack his hand against your flesh the next second.

Gasping, you flinch and curl your hands into fists as the area he struck begins to burn and throb immediately. It’s no surprise considering the rippling mass of muscles he adorned, yet his strength was another level.

"Who cares? I didn't ask you…," the man jeers while picking the syringe back up, mocking your displeasure as he grits his teeth, feeling how your cunny gripped tighter onto him when he smacked you. Interesting reaction, truly, he thought,  taking a mental note of it for future reference before a dry laugh trickles from him. Just hearing your voice pleading to him to stop when all he wanted was some relief irked him.

What happened to his little cocksleeve who just shut up and took it? Who begged him to go faster, harder even?!

Placing the vial back, he lightly flicks his finger against the needle as he pushes down, watching with delight as the tip spurts out a clear liquid. With a small amount, he'd have you back to his sweet little ragdoll who he can fill with load after load of his cum, not making a single effort to defy him.

 "Shh, this isn't going to hurt, just a quick pinch…," he said with an airy tone as he hunches over your feeble frame, poking the vein in your neck and dispersing the drugs into your bloodstream, reeling from how you shudder against him. This would force you to stay awake yet remain in a catatonic state for a few more hours, just as he wanted — needed. "That's it, pretty, that’s it…," he coos, humming in content at how quickly it began to take effect. Jinyoung always found delight in the way your body falls limp once he injects you, gleefully welcoming how quiet and compliant you became. It made slipping into your slick all the more pleasant, gummy walls swallowing his girth deeper as your muscles relaxed. "Wasn't so bad now, huh.…" Tossing the syringe over his shoulder, he leers down at how you slumped against the table, eyes wide as they look back at him in fear.

Perfect. With a blissful sigh, he starts pounding into you, breathlessly muttering as he pulls your hips back into him, nails digging in and breaking the exposed skin —

"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲… 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐞𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?"

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©ʀᴀɴᴅʏɴᴏᴠᴀ || ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ || ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴅɪᴛs, ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs.

#lookism #jinyoung park #jinyoung park x reader #reblog

[toneriisbae]

𝕶𝖆𝖐𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎 𝕳𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Chicago

“I was surprised to see that a woman like that was really into me.“

Starboy

“You talkin’ ‘bout me, I don’t see the shade.“

I Was Never There

“And mindless sex is how he feels.“

Walk

“Crying through the night’s what growing up is all about.“

Under The Influence

“Your body lightweight, speaks to me.“

Renegade

“Don’t you know what I am … ?“

Soap

“I said too much, it overflowed. Why do I always spill?“

Class Fight

“Daddy chimed in, ‘go for the throat’.“

#naruto #kakashi hatake #playlist #reblog

[toneriisbae]

𝕶𝖆𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖔 𝖄𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

I Was Never There

“It was like he was gone in thin air.“

Complicated

“Why’d you have to go and make things so complicated?“

Bleeding Love

“I don’t care what they say, I’m in love with you.“

Woke Up In Nashville

“Dreamin’s just sleeping here with you.“

Right Here, Right Now

“I promise you, somehow …“

Just That Girl

“The one that’s dancing through my mind, the girl that I’ve been trying to find.”

Tek It

“So long, nice to know you, I’ll be movin’ on.“

Oops! I Did It Again

“I’m not that innocent.“

#naruto #kabuto yakushi #playlist #reblog

[toneriisbae]

Collection

Naga!Orochimau x Reader

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!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Naga boyfriend, kidnapping, stalking, obsessive behaviour, dubcon with pheromones, breath play, size kink, creampie, humping, descriptions of bodily harm and corpses.

How sad...

Things are so incredibly fragile.

delicate...frail.

Weak.

He tsked, staring down at his broken toy, disappointment festering into anger─ how could they do this to him? After all the time and effort he spent in making them happy, comfortable, cherished─ they go and do this. All bent and disfigured, disgust burned at the sight of them─ even if he did try and fix them, it wouldn't be the same.

"It's ruined now", he muttered hollowly, lifting their arm and watching it flop back down, how ugly, laying on his tail limp and lifeless─ already beginning to match the temperature of the cave the longer he spent examining the damage. He hoped to keep this one until the end of the summer─ the thought of starting all over again only boiled his frustrations more.

Orochimaru picked up the discarded silks, cleaned up the dried cum and blood that stained his beautiful scales, and tossed away his ruined doll─ the sound of a body thumping over clattering bones echoed in the cave. He sighed heavily; he enjoyed that one─ they were so sweet, so tight and warm─ it's what drew him to them in the first place. Soft skin and full thighs he liked to nestle in. But they defected, and once again, they only proved to be a disappointment.

Attracting a mate is effortless. His pheromones made them pliant and susceptible to his advances, making it easy to lure them to his nest filled with treasures and all the comforts they'd ever dream of─ Orochimaru was the ideal mate. He knew how to take care of his things─ how to wash them and keep them warm, dressed, fed. He was incredibly considerate, giving them their own space with a bed filled with the softest cushions and precious silks. He was perfect, and he expected perfection in return.

After all his troubles, didn't he deserve the perfect mate? Flawless─ gentle, soft, untainted─ they're essential attributes for an ideal partner. Someone to smooth his scales, prepare him a warm bath during cold nights, provide him with the addictive warmth of a tight cunt─ Orochimaru deserved the best. Those cheap, broken models littering the darkest corner of the cave meant nothing.

Just broken toys that couldn't handle a little rough play.

Maybe he was a little too harsh─ but only when he got carried away; little dolls are so delicate, sometimes he underestimates his strength, and they just can't take it. He needed someone strong, something that would last, or at least until the warmer months ended and the snow began to settle.

His new mate had to be perfect─ there has to be someone out there to meet his requirements. The sweet spot between soft and durable─ he needed something permanent─ who would appreciate all his gifts and attention. Someone that would be grateful for all the things he does to make them comfortable and happy─ who would shower him with the attention and love he deserved as a courteous mate.

He needed someone like─ oh, what's this?

Orochimaru stood straight, focusing intently on the sound of laughter that echoed through the air. A sweet voice belonging to an even sweeter scent carried in the wind, leading him to you swimming in the ravine close to the waterfall that concealed his nest. Orochimaru made his way out of the cave for a better vantage point to investigate the potential mate unknowingly slinking into his arms.

Perhaps this one will be different from the rest.

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Like everything else Orochimaru possessed, even his home was beautiful; lush wildlife, rushing waters and sparkling waterfall illustrated the area. So he understood why explorers enjoyed lingering around his land. Usually, he didn't mind the odd individual that would splash around the ravine and take photographs of the wildlife─ what bothered him were the loud tourists that ruined the tranquillity and got too close to the waterfall. Those people had to be punished─ though he would keep the prettier looking ones for a day or two before growing bored and discarding them with their friends.

Though, you─ you were intriguing.

You stumbled upon his watering hole three days ago─ from your backpack; he assumed you were a traveller. You were a curious thing. Stumbling and giggling over the rock formations and landscape until you found the waterfall in front of his cave. With your plump cheeks, glistening skin, bright smile─ warm and soft and oh so perfect─ You practically begged for his attention─ prancing around in the water half-naked and parading in front of his home─ pleading for him.

And course, he obliged.

Pretty young thing─ he mused, watching you whistle at the birds and smile when they matched your pitch. Orochimaru watched from the shadows; the noise of rushing water hid the sound of the shifting rocks when he slithered closer to get a better look at you. Yes, he whispered, "come to me", golden slits widening in intrigue as he watched you play in the water. The more he observed, the more Orochimaru considered keeping you for a little longer than he originally planned.

There was definitely something different about you; the way you looked so...beautiful, soft, flawless, exactly the way he envisioned─ the need to have you in every way he could possess overwhelmed his logic. Orochimaru didn't care anymore, he was tired of sitting in the shadows and only observing, the time was now.

"Hello, dear", he murmured smoothly, slinking out of the waterfall, pumping his pheromones and smirking from the way your scream died before it passed your gaping mouth, eyes rolling from shock to purified lust directed at him.

"You're beautiful", you breathed, wading through the water slowly with your arms outstretched, eyes glassed over with a film that shimmered your vision. His scent filled your senses, overpowering your instincts and making your body hum to life with a heat that pulsed in your core. Him, him, him─ that's all you knew; golden eyes and wicked smirk, dark, inky hair that looked so soft you ached to touch, slender, pale torso with a thick, long tail decorated with white and grey scales that shimmered in the light. You practically ran through the water when the scent grew thicker, wafting through your mind and filling you with desperation you had never felt before.

Orochimaru chuckled, sliding into the pool with his tail swishing behind him and scales sparkling as water droplets rolled down his body, allowing the warm heat of the sunlight to shine through his iridescent skin. He welcomed you with open arms when you stood in front of him with your arms out, pleading him with quiet whimpers as you strained on your toes to reach him. "There, there", he cooed, lifting your body from the water and allowing you to curl yourself onto his torso, keening softly into his neck and breathing in the delicious scent that flushed you with a warmth that tingled in your pussy for him. Orochimaru took a deep breath, taking in your addictive smell of lust and the undertones that were purely you as he enjoyed the way your fingers raked through his silky hair. "Would you like to go home with me, dear?" he murmured teasingly into your shoulder, his hand needling against the flimsy fabric tied around your waist that hid your bikini bottoms from him, "I promise to take good care of you", he purred.

You nodded earnestly, lifting your head to smile at him as you caressed his gorgeous, perfectly angular face, "Yes, please". The haze that shrouded your mind had you grinding your hips into his abdomen, frantic to relieve the ache that made you feverish and breathless for release, "please, please", you whined, pressing kisses on his jawline and raking your nails on his smooth chest. Thoughts of who you were became smothered by the thick scent of the pheromones that reduced you to a docile body only required to become sated with his touch─ and that's all you wanted─ him, him, him. Uncaring of the life you abandoned and the strange monster you clutched onto, nothing else mattered when your pussy felt hot and oh so empty you wanted to be stuffed full.

"Is that what you want, my dear?" Orochimaru slowly slithered towards the waterfall, holding you by your thighs as you anchored yourself by tightening your legs around him and clutching onto his shoulders, "How badly do you need me?" Hearing the distress, the desire in a doll's tone when they whimper how much they want and need his touch fuels Orochimaru more than anything he's ever felt. The anguish, the desperation, the pure unadulterated lust stirred his cock beneath his slit, already probing out and leaking at the tip the more he felt your soft lips on his neck.

"I-I need it─" you stammered, unable to find the words because that meant lifting your mouth away from his neck, and you couldn't stand not touching him, "feel hot, s'too much", you whimpered, humping your clothed cunt on the soft ridges of his abs in a hopeless attempt to relieve the heat that seared your skin.

Orochimaru shushed you gently, covering your face by tucking you into his chest when he went through the splashing waterfall and slithered further into the cave until he presented you his nest. The glittered ceiling of ice and rocks with trickles of water covered the walls, a blue light filtered through the enclosed space when sunlight streamed through the crystal waters. It was cold, damp, and it was your new home for the foreseeable future─ but you didn't pay attention to any of it. Your eyes didn't leave the creature holding you; your hands never stopped petting his shoulders, running through his hair, clawing at his back or stroking his abdomen. Every surface you kissed, touched, rubbed wasn't enough to satiate the throbbing in your core.

"please, please, please"─ you continued to whine in stuttered breaths.

Your captor pressed a cool kiss to your cheek, nudging you to turn your head to see the mountain of pillows, plush blankets and silks that made a soft cot. "You need only to ask, and I'll bring you whatever you want", he whispered into the skin of your neck, stroking your back softly as you took in your surroundings before turning back to him with lidded eyes.

"What can I call you?"

"Orochimaru", he hummed smoothly, his voice as silky as the hair that cascaded down his shoulders and tickled your arms. He cupped your chin, lifting your head up and gliding his chilled lips to your warm, full ones that raked a shudder down his back at the taste, "You're so warm", he groaned.

"I can make you feel so good", you pleaded, reading the shiver you felt crawl down your spine as pleasure rather than the biting cold his touch brought you when he stroked your back. "No! N-no, don't let me go!" You cried from the loss of contact when the creature known as Orochimaru placed you down on the pillows and silks, watching you sink on the soft materials before coming up behind you and coiling his large tail around you, squeezing the silks against you. Old fears of small spaces ripped through the haze as you started panting the further your body melted into the cot, and the blankets covered your head for even a second. You twisted in the sheets as you pushed the pillows out of your way, clawing up from the sinkhole of plushy cloths for the cool touch of your new master, "O-orchi─" you hiccuped as you wept, feeling despair clutch your chest when you continued to sink, and the air sucked out of you.

He chuckled, watching you twist and flail in your desperation to touch him. Orochimaru sat up straight, keeping his upper body out of reach and coiling his tail tighter around the cot, finding amusement in the way you continued to sink and be smothered by the fabrics. He toyed with you, relaxing his grip and letting you breathe when your doll form twisted itself into knots over the velvet blanket, then tightening again to see the way tears blotched your cheeks when you gasped for breath.

"O-rochi", you gasped, clawing at your chest as stars danced across your vision when the world started to darken in the corners until the blanket ripped from your body and air returned to your lungs. You breathed deep, greedily taking in as much oxygen as your lungs could take, then coughing when you strained from the effort. You cried, melting into the cold body of the creature that snickered as it pretended to comfort you, "I-I hate it". You sobbed, burying your face in his chest, unaware of the slender fingers that slid off your cover-up skirt and untied your bikini bottoms by the hip, giving him the room to slide the cold digits upon your wet slit.

"I'll make it better", he kissed your shoulder, imitating care with the way he caressed your body, only raising goosebumps on your skin whenever your warmth got compromised by his chill. Orochimaru soaked up your heat, rubbing his fingers on your drooling slit and sighing from the wetness that trickled down his palm, "my pretty little doll", he hummed, sinking his fingers inside and feeling his cock start to rise from the hot suction that greedily welcomed him.

You sighed, tilting your head back and succumbing to the pleasure his fingers brought you when they curled inside your wet pussy─ sliding in and out, stretching the skin, bumping your soft walls until his name stumbled in desperate gasps from parted lips. "You like this, don't you, pretty?" He husks against your ear, smirking when you mewl in response and claw at his chest again, especially when he curls fingers and rubs the bundle of nerves with his palm that has you jerking in his hold. Orochimaru's gaze never faltered; amber slits raked through your trembling form as you unfold into breathless moans and wetness trickling out of your puffy folds. He groans quietly as his cock pokes out and sits erect, leaking with pearly beads of cum that roll down the white, pointed tip and down to the thick shaft that matches the grey hue of the end of his tail.

"Who makes you feel like this?" He muttered into your neck before sliding his fingers out and sucking them clean, then lifting you by the hips and lining your gaping pussy with his eager, drooling dick that twitched in anticipation as he lowered you down onto his lap.

"Orochimaru!" you cried suddenly, arching your back, digging your nails onto his shoulders for some semblance of control as his cock fully pierced through your tight heat. Pain, pleasure, pain─ you sobbed from the sheer size of his length that impaled your poor little cunt─ fat and cold, sucking in the warmth of your fluttering walls while he moved you up and down, barely giving you a moment to grasp your breath or blink back the tears. His name was the only thing you could manage, your body used for his selfish pleasure as the pheromones kept you malleable for his influence. Nothing else registered, not the blood that tickled from your cunt and added to the wetness that squelched with every thrust, not the fangs that teased upon your neck, not pleasured groans that puffed into your skin with every jerk into your soft pussy. Your mind slipped from this realm; the pain and pleasure that hummed between your legs were too much─ you couldn't handle the heat that flushed your core as quickly as it dulled by the cock that ruined you deeply─ and yet you relished in the pain of his thrusts.

Mean thrusts, deep groans, and a cruel, strained laugh echoed through the cave, "Yes, yes─ such a good girl", Orochimaru moaned low, filled with desire, soaking the heat of your pretty pussy swallowing his thick cock, never stopping, never relenting his pace. It was too good─ how could he ever leave the addictive warmth of a tight cunt? Orochimaru gripped you tighter, bouncing his new doll up and down his length, captivated with the noises that escaped her glossy lips and the way her eyes rolled back into her head, intending on using her until she broke─ wait. Orochimaru stared closely at the heaving chest, the slant, drooling smile, the nails raking down his chest─ it seems that your consciousness remained, only the sight stuttered his rhythm, "A-are you enjoying this, doll?"

You nodded, "b-big", you babbled, "big, s'so big─ s'good", your words never registered to anyone else but him─ being stretched, stuffed and filled with a thick cock like this was something you had never experienced, and yet it's precisely what you always wanted. Finally, the ache in your core filled by something so thick, hard and deliciously perfect─ so so full, you moaned loudly from the sensations trembling through you. With the shimmer still sparkling your vision, you stroked his cheek tenderly, "so perfect", you sighed, rocking your hips when his thrusts stalled, itching for the pace that had you crying before, but it was the good tears, the─ it hurts, but I love it─ tears. The pain throbbing between your legs dulled to a low ebb the more he moved, every drag of his cock pushed his pointed tip so perfectly against your g-spot─ how could you hate him "when he was so perfect".

Your slurred words bloomed a warmth in his chest Orochimaru was unfamiliar with, having never heard words like that directed at him before. They cry and whine and murmur praises, but you─ you touched him so delicately, you purposely tightened your walls on his shaft when he still didn't move to entice him. You were different. Seeing your eyes blown with lust and hazed over yet enthralled with him as the creature he was added to the pulsating warmth of your tight pussy, prompting him to do something he had never done before.

"What's your name?" he asked quietly, stroking your chin delicately, trying to get you to stop bouncing on his cock in a needy attempt to chase your relief. He took in your noticeable features, how your nose slanted, how your lips formed when you smiled, the beauty marks that decorated your skin. Everything about you was beautiful, and to think he would use you like this. Orochimaru smiled, slowly growing obsessed with every tiny detail that made you this way─ you were special. When you ultimately gave your name, Orochimaru kissed you hard, swallowing your voice, taking your name for himself as his way of possessing you in every way he could.

You were now his─ now and forever.

The warmth you created when you keened and mewled how perfect he was as he dragged his dick in and out of your tight pussy was a feeling he was now addicted to. Orochimaru littered kisses on your neck, his fangs nipping the skin as he breathed out your name with every groan, fucking you deeply, yet taking the care not to grip you too hard this time because you were precious.

Your moans carried, bouncing off the icy walls and into the darkest corners of the cave, including the collection of broken toys that occupied a particular space deep in the bowels of the cave─ the only thing that mattered was him, him, him. You bounced, rocked, sighed, cried─ the only thing your body knew was the tender ache of how his monstrous cock stretched you and pulled pleasures that coursed a heat so intense it only intensified the coil threatening to burst in your core.

"My precious girl", he would sigh while fucking you deep and hard and so good you continue to cry his name along with words like big and perfect to describe him as you gush all over his shaft. Orochimaru continued, pushing through your spongy walls that seeped your released, feeling you tighten and pulse on his cock until his orgasm washed over him─ flushing your cunt with spurts of cum until he emptied himself completely. Orochimaru groaned low, holding you tight with his tail coiled around your legs as the both of you breathed deeply, slowly coming down the high of your release together─ another new thing that started with you.

"So beautiful", you mewl, stroking his hair softly, curling into his cool touch to regulate the intense heat and sweat that clung to your own skin. Soft kisses press on his shoulder as you continue to murmur praises, keening at the hum of pleasure that ached in your cunt, "don't leave me", the thought of being away from the creature that brought you such satisfaction bubbled anxiety you couldn't place. You snuggled your face into his chest, feeling the mixture of cum ooze out of your stuffed pussy and relishing in the sensation, too pleased to move yet still humming with need the more you breathed in his rich scent.

Orochimaru smiled wickedly, allowing himself to enjoy the tight heat that throbbed around his cock and the tender affections of your kisses, "You're mine now, dear", he hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He held you close, rubbing your thighs affectionately, unnoticing the wrinkled skin of a fire burn on the heel of your foot that would ruin everything if Orochimaru discovered you were anything less than perfect.

For now, you received kisses and the attention he thought you deserved─ until the time comes when you don't, and you join the other dolls in his collection.

my love for him is unhealthy plus I just love naga's <33

Buy me a coffee? ♡

#orochimaru #orochimaru x reader #naruto #reblog

[toneriisbae]

"ew Orochimaru is not even hot, how could you even like them. They're so creepy and disgusting"

Meanwhile Orochimaru:

Me: 🤨 y'all hear something?

#naruto #orochimaru #reblog #i feel like orochimaru is canonically the hottest person in the series #dont @ me

[toneriisbae]

brooding little heart {tobirama senju headcanon}

one of my favorite works i've ever posted. this is a repost from my old account @/mal-the-konohoe

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tobirama realizing he's actually in love with his wife

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Tobirama is not an oblivious man, he can see it in your eyes how quickly you fall for him, or maybe the idea of him right from the start of your marriage. 

And while he is your husband and by definition, wholly devout to you, he can’t help but feel sick at the idea that you think this marriage is a romantic gesture. 

He had to admit to himself that he was perhaps a bit too cold at times. Tobirama had no reason to be rude to you. You were kind and sweet and all the things he should want in his wife, this was the reason his older brother had brought you to him. He just couldn’t shake the fact that he didn’t need marriage to be happy and to feel successful. He didn’t need you. 

But for whatever reason, your heart had sought refuge with him, and day in and day out, he hated how nice you were and how considerate you were to him, to someone who could never reciprocate those same feelings. 

His chest tightened when you would crawl into bed with him and give him a small kiss on the cheek and wish him a good rest. Tobirama grunted the greeting back to you and felt your presence closely behind him as you both drifted off to sleep. 

Mornings were calm and peaceful in the house, probably Tobirama’s favorite time of day. He enjoyed sifting through his papers at the table during breakfast while you cooked. He made note of how quickly you learned just exactly how he enjoyed his breakfast. Another kind gesture that made his stomach sink whenever his meal was presented to him. 

“I hope you have an amazing day.” Your words were soft but completely sincere as you leaned up and kissed him before Tobirama went out for the day. 

Of all the things in the world, why did you have to be the perfect wife? 

He groaned whenever he would enter his brother’s office, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. Hashirama seemed all too aware of what was going through his little brother’s mind. Tobirama wished he could kick him out of his head. 

“How is Y/N?” Hashirama would ask casually. 

Tobirama would shrug. “Nothing much as changed, big brother. She is a wonderful woman, but I do not love her.” 

“Do you not love her, or do you not wish to love her?” 

Tobirama’s eyebrow twitched at his brother’s words. He kept to himself for the rest of the day. 

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You always insisted on tending to your husband’s wounds whenever he returned home from missions. 

Tobirama would sit tensely in your shared bed as you changed his bandages and applied different serums to the wounds. He hated how delicate and soft your touch was. It wasn’t what he deserved as your husband, a husband who didn’t even love his life. 

But alas, he tried to play the front of a good spouse. “How… did you do anything interesting while I was away?” 

He noticed how you perked up at his question, a gentle smile spreading across your lips. The way your eyes lit up made his chest hurt. 

“Your friend Madara took me out for tea… but other than that it was rather uneventful.” 

Tobirama almost jumps out of bed at your words, rage filling his eyes. 

“Wh-why would you… Madara Uchiha? Are you serious?” He tries his best to hold back the disgust in his voice. Of all the things he couldn’t stand the most, it was the kindness of others being taken advantage of. For what other reason would Madara want to spend personal time with his wife other than… 

Your lips found Tobirama’s and you immediately felt his body calm. “It was an innocent invitation… I promise I wasn’t out with him for even an hour.” The look in your eyes is genuine. You wouldn’t leave him or even consider seeking refuge with another man, especially not the likes of Madara Uchiha. 

Tobirama let out a ragged sigh and pulled you in for another kiss. 

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“WHERE IS MY WIFE?!” 

Tobirama rushed to the hospital immediately when he heard the news. 

He should have been there. It should have been him fighting the perpetrators and not you. You weren’t a shinobi, you had no training. It absolutely should have been him. 

The man was enraged when he saw you resting in the hospital bed. He could barely take in the nurse telling him that your injuries were healing fine and that you only needed rest. His eyes met yours and you could almost feel his rage seeping out of his body. 

“Why in the world would you fight back? I told you, if anything like that happened you run away, you get as far away from the enemy as soon as you can.” He doesn’t mean for his words to sound so harsh, but he just cannot fathom why his wife would put herself between the enemy and their home.. For what? 

“Y-you hate people touching your stuff…” Your voice was a little broken, but you try to keep it together despite the tears welling up in your eyes. “I didn’t… I didn’t want them getting to your office and taking anything you thought was precious I-” 

“You are precious to me!” Tobirama’s fist slammed into the wall next to your bed, almost hard enough to create a hole completely through. “Do you not understand that? You are more important to me than any stupid document or book I have in that house.” 

He runs a hand over his face. Is he seriously doing this right now? His head is pounding almost as hard as his chest. In his mind, he feels like he sounds ridiculous, but he means every single word of it. 

“I love you… I love you and I don’t know what I would have done if… if they had taken you or even worse-” He holds back, feeling his throat tighten. 

That was the first time he had said it. I love you. Since the day of your marriage, he hadn’t muttered those words, not to you and not to anyone else. 

A weight is lifted off of him and Tobirama drops to his knees next to your bed. Something is stripped away from his soul, but replaced with something else. 

For once, I wish to love you. 

#naruto #tobirama senju #tobirama x reader #reblog

[toneriisbae]

#orochimaru #naruto #reblog #dude we get to see his arms?? #his THIGH #after years of 2010s style clothing #this is what we deserve

[toneriisbae]

hashirama is a resident little sister diddler

#I was just thinking this #he just is #hashirama senju #naruto #reblog

[toneriisbae]

Madara being a funny asshole to Hashirama: 

#'like ur hokage thing is oozing with sex appeal' #probs the funniest thing madara ever said #😭😭😭 #madara uchiha #hashirama senju #reblog

[toneriisbae]

"If you find yourself struggling in life, you can start over, like me. Remember that."

Takuto Maruki Week 2023 - Day 5 - Empathy / Recovery / Past Times

#takutomarukiweek2023 #takuto maruki #persona 5 royal

[toneriisbae]

He used to be Takuto. Now, he goes by Doctor. He used to prepare two cups of coffee, Now, he only brews one. He used to cook for two. He barely cooks at all. He used to brush his hair and spray cologne. Now, there’s no one who indulges in him in such ways. He used to be passionate about helping people. Now, he couldn’t care less. He used to put off research because he was distracted. Now, it’s the center of his focus. 

He used to buy snacks. Now, they sit in a drawer in his office.

Takuto Maruki 2023 - Day 5 - Empathy / Recovery / Past Times

#takutomarukiweek2023 #takuto maruki #persona 5 royal

[toneriisbae]

tw: dermitillomania, excessive self care

“I was extremely particular about my life, my grades, my public image!“

Akechi’s alarm wakes him up at 5:00 am. It takes several hours before he allows himself to step out the door. First thing, he steps into the shower, where he spends at least an hour. He goes over his scalp with shampoo more times than is necessary to strip his hair of oil. A glob of conditioner and meticulous scrubbing with pumps upon pumps of soap later, he’s finally done. He’s a fresh canvas.

After his shower comes a ton of lotion that makes his clean scent last all day. He can’t have dry skin when he sees his fans, after all. Trimming his nails. Layers of deodorant. Exactly a spritz and a half of a cologne he spent months pondering over before purchasing. Combing his hair left to right and back. Extra lip balm because he was picking his lips the previous night. He checks himself in the mirror before packing his bag. He’s finally ready. He’s perfect.

“You’re just some criminal trash living in an attic! So, how . . . !?“

#goro akechi #personal 5 royal #fanfic

[toneriisbae]

Takuto Maruki Week - Day 3 - Special Occasion / Memories / Emotions

#takutomarukiweek2023 #takuto maruki #persona 5 royal