#jiraiyas hair appreciation

[cursingtoji]

SANDY!!! The way i ran here after seeing your event 🥹 Jiraiya with 46 plsplspls 💕 congrats on 3k sweets <3<3

❛ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠? ❜ ┊ cause he can’t stay away from his pretty girl, not even when she’s in a public hot spring

plus when you have been apart for too long ┊fem!reader x husband!Jiraiya, public sex, pussy eating cause he does that it’s canon, anal stim, creampie ┊ The Clichés ™

You ask your husband as he starts to kissing you in a way you know where it’s going to end.

Prior to that, you were just returning for an assignment, before leaving the village you were at you sent a letter to him, saying you would stop by this onsen on your way and arrive fully rested in the morning.

Jiraiya, being the impatient man he is, couldn’t wait to see you, specially after being apart for too long.

The idea was to surprise you in your room (laying naked on your bed with a rose in his mouth), but once he saw how empty the place was and peeking at the women onsen — cause old habits never die, although he swears your bare body was the only one he wanted to see — he sneaks in silently until he’s right next to you.

“Hello beautiful” he whispers squatting beside you.

“Jiraiya!” you yelp opening your eyes and looking over your shoulder, “You know this is the women’s area, right?”

But that doesn’t stop the old man from discarding the towel around his waist and entering the hot waters.

“Something about the ‘men are forbidden’ sign at the entrance tipped me off” he kneels holding your waist and getting close enough for you to feel his excitement against your stomach, “Couldn’t wait to see my pretty girl.”

You look at the entrance, afraid someone might catch you two.

“What if someone sees us?”

Jiraiya keeps trailing his kisses down until he wraps his lips around your nipple flicking it with his tongue, he loves how warm your skin is, how soft… in fact he loves everything about you, his closed ones might even say he’s obsessed about you.

“I’m sure we are breaking a law here” you whisper but can’t find yourself doing anything to stop your husband from picking you up and placing you on a rock where your bottom half would be off the water and directly on his mouth’s height as you feel his breath fanning over your folds.

“You’re worth it” he blinks before going fully down on you while holding the back of your thighs. The first thing he notices is how actually hot your pussy is, hotter than normal, just the touch of his chapped lips against your lower lips are enough to make you flinch.

“Jiraiya, wait, I think I’m quite sensitive because of the hot water” you hold on to his white locks.

“Is that so? We should come to places like this more often then” he kisses your inner thigh until your clit carefully minding your sensitiveness. Being apart all this time makes him appreciate your natural scent even more, giving it a long sniff that makes your face heat up at his lack of shame. Even after being together for years his vulgarity still manages to surprise you.

He moves your thighs to his shoulder where he can balance you better and free his hands to play with your tits as he devour your cunt.

“S’ good, love” you mumble with your head throw back, one hand one top of the one pinching your nipple.

Jiraiya sucks your clit working two fingers into your whole as you whine and close your shaky legs around his head.

“Oh sweetheart, you really are sensitive, aren’t you?” he chuckles.

“Y-Yeah, it’s been a long time since we— agh” his thick digits rubs your sweet spot.

“So you missed your old man playin’ with this pussy?” he flattens his tongue on your clit as you rock your hips on his face, “Fuck” he curses retreating one hand that held your hips, “Hold yourself, love” your adjust yourself on the rock so you don’t fall from his shoulders. Jiraiya starts to stroke himself, too aroused by the taste and feeling of your cunt to not do anything.

“Baby” you moan pulling his hair as you feel your orgasm approaching, “Don’t— I wanna cum with you” your whiny tone and teary eyes are everything to him.

“Of course, doll” he maneuvers you down his showers until you wrap your legs around his waist and he holds you by your asscheeks.

“You haven’t even kissed me hello” you pout.

“Haven’t I?” he kisses your cheek, “You sure?” he kisses the other.

“Jiraiya” you call his name in a scolding tone he loves.

“Come to daddy then” he closes his lips on your bottom one, sucking and licking it just like he did earlier to your clit.

The old man guides his cock to your hole and he takes advantage of your gasp getting his tongue inside your mouth, shamelessly making out with his wife so publicly.

He adjusts his grip on you and pulls out just a bit before thrusting again, he felt his own sweat trailing down his body, the humid environment combining with both your sweats generating a loud wet sound of skin slapping skin.

“Jiraiya~ too loud” you moan.

“Afraid someone will hear the sound of my balls hitting your ass?” he bites your neck, “Relax, love” his middle finger moves into the crack of your ass until it reaches your puckered hole, pressing it until it takes his digit, “If someone sees us— ugh” he cuts himself when you tight up around his cock having your asshole stimulated, “I’ll just have to take them down.”

“Fuck—“ he presses his torso against you, hard pecks squeezing your soft breasts, “Too much~” he tries to synchronize the thrusts on your pussy with the pace on your ass.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart” his thrusts become sloppier and he’s back at sucking your tongue, “Cummin’ ugh— shit” he groans bullying your insides with his thick cock, turns out he was also more sensitive than usual. The chances of taking you in a hot spring more often become an actual possibility after this.

“Come inside, baby, fill me up” you bite his lip as he curses and increases the speed of his middle finger on your back, the doubled stimulation pushing you through the edge as you moan your husband’s name, “That’s right, princess take it all” he keeps thrusting even after emptying himself inside you, overstimulating himself.

Your head fall on his shoulder, peppering his neck with kisses.

“Baby I wish we could fuck here all night but I don’t wanna be expelled” you kiss his lips sweetly, “Let’s go to my room, yes?”

“You’re no fun” he pulls his soft cock out, carefully placing you down and helping wrap a towel around you.

“If you behave well tonight I might reserve a private spring for us tomorrow morning” you caress his chest, especially the sensitive skin around his scar.

“There’s a private spring here and you didn’t tell me?” he puts his hands on his hips in disbelief.

“Now go, you’re not supposed to be here” you push him away.

“Can’t believe this and i’m the one supposed to behave…” he walks off bare naked and you just hope he doesn’t cross with any lady coming in or she’ll have a 26 centimetres surprise.

#jiraiya smut #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya x you #naruto x reader #naruto smut #— the cliches ™

[thottyimagines]

Still thinking about Naruto in the year of our lord 2024 so I was wondering what your take would be on a Sannin swap, meaning team seven has different mentally unstable mentors from canon so they can be traumatized/educated in new and exciting ways <3

I've written a few about the potential dynamics between Naruto/Orochimaru, Sasuke/Tsunade, and Sakura/Jiraiya, but let me tell you about the different iteration that really and truly is my favorite:

Sakura/Orochimaru

Mad scientist, came-from-nothing ninja with insane chakra control reporting for duty.

Orochimaru takes one look at this pink-haired freak with a puddle of chakra who thinks she can stand side-by-side with the kyuubi and the last of one of the great dojutsu and says, would you like to live deliciously?

And Sakura says, of course I would.

It is not enough for her to succeed, others must fail. And Orochimaru loves and appreciates this about her.

Sakura runs away from Konoha with the promise of having a mentor who will teach her, who will focus on her, who will believe that she's more than her pitiful background and more than her overwhelming teammates.

She is, at first, foisted onto Kabuto. She frightens Kabuto.

When she gets good enough to replace Kabuto, which happens in a very alarming two years (max), Kabuto suddenly gets to live with the ever-present threat of becoming an experiment.

Orochimaru adores her and encourages her to steal any and all clan techniques and kekkei genkai that she can. Why should she be barred from knowledge if she yearns for it?

Sakura is the most learned woman in the elemental nations. She has figured out Orochimaru's Body Problem. She's replicated the Strength of a Hundred seal Tsunade uses. They are a plague unto Konohagakure.

She's gene splicing like nobody's business.

The only people who care that Sakura up and left are Naruto, Kakashi, a bit of Sasuke, and Ino. Except for...well, no one has that manic desire to bring her back, the way Naruto did when Sasuke went missing nin. They kind of view her as a failed experiment, though Ino misses her and thinks of her a lot.

Sasuke/Jiraiya

Such a miserable duo, but they kind of like it.

Jiraiya is strong enough to keep Sasuke safe, and he keeps the kid out of Konoha, which he really needed.

Sasuke takes to everything quickly and antagonistically. Jiraiya hates having such a talented student - he is, perhaps, even more talented than Minato - who is so desperately antisocial.

You know that one post that's like, someone who's objectively attractive but has negative rizz? That's Sasuke, and Jiraiya despairs on the regular, because this student of his should, in theory, take over this position as horny spy master with the way he effortlessly draws in beautiful women who can act as informants. Sadly, due to his personality, no one would ever believe that Sasuke is just charming these (knowledgable) women into bed with him.

Sasuke takes to sealing, and Jiraiya is petrified that he's going to come up with something to, like, replenish his clan at an alarming rate.

Sasuke gets rid of his brother with some sort of homemade seal that traps him in a Matryoshka doll or something. He didn't technically commit fratricide, but Itachi is suffering in that thing.

He comes back to the village looking way better than he did when he left. Jiraiya takes that as his main point of pride.

Naruto/Tsunade

Naruto, should he learn chakra control, is the ideal healer in that he has more chakra than should fit in a human body, even an Uzumaki.

It's the chakra control that is Tsunade's true challenge in teaching. And, good god, is it a challenge. Sasuke is already murdering his brother by the time Naruto can reliably aid in a minor surgery.

But once he finally learns it, Naruto is improving in leaps and bounds, as is his way.

He completes a Strength of a Hundred seal six months after he finally learns chakra control. Sakura has had hers for two years, and he does not know or care.

Naruto is saving people at unprecedented rates. Honestly, Tsunade struggles to justify making him a combat medic, because he's doing so much good in the hospital just staying at the village.

Naruto is Naruto, though, so Tsunade teaches him to brawl using her style.

He winds up on the most dangerous missions, due to the fact that he has a natural healing ability with his Kyuubi, and is now the most talented healer Konoha has (who insists on getting out there).

Honestly, I could see him winding up in ANBU, given those skills and traits.

His true hardship, after mastering chakra control, is realizing that his talk-no-jutsu isn't going to work all the time and that he can't derail missions to attempt it.

Naruto is a better hokage for it, in the end.

#naruto #Naruto imagines #Naruto headcanons #sannin swap #sakura #orochimaru #sasuke #jiraiya #Naruto uzumaki #tsunade #sage swap

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Research - Jiraiya

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, titfucking, cum eating, fluff, has the nerve to be romantic lmaooo

A/n: Day 2! Jiraiya is the perfect mixture of raunchy perv and gentlemen and if I get to use my bring back one character card it's gonna be on him 😭❤❤❤

Read on Ao3.

The door slid open, but not with ease. 

"Jiraiya?" You pushed past the scraps of paper, potato chip bags, and discarded notebooks interfering with the door’s lower half.

You let yourself into the small apartment and surveyed the damage.

“In here.”

You strode to the living room and there he was: Jiraiya sulked in his chair, lording over an apocalyptic desk. You had never seen so many sheets of paper in your life.

“Is ―” You broke off as a groan lodged itself in Jiraiya’s throat. “Is everything all right?”

“Fine,” he grumbled.

Clearly something was up, and you didn't know what gave it away ― maybe it was the putrid smell of defeat or the dozens of crumbled rejection letters your feet swam in.

Again, Jiraiya groaned. He leaned into a chair creaking under his weight. His enormous arm lay slung over his eyes to block the nonexistent daylight, his tailed hair roping around the floor. 

He hummed tiredly. "You didn't come to collect rent, did you?"

“Jiraiya,” You began with a tone to emphasize what came next should be obvious, “I don’t ask for you for rent, remember?”

It had only been a few weeks since you had let Jiraiya stay in one of your units rent free to finish his latest pulp novel ― how has he forgotten? 

“Ah,” he said. “That’s right. Remind me once this infernal book is finally done to include my appreciation for your hospitality in the acknowledgements.” His other hand shot out as if to give a toast. “To the kindness of strangers!”

A hinge of hurt sent you frowning. “So, I’m a stranger?”

Silence. Jiraiya peeked to admire you. 

“No, you’re not.” He shrouded his eyes again. “Sorry. Shouldn't have said that.”

You approached him, circled his defeated form like a concerned mother hen. “Are you ill? Do you need something?”

He finally removed his forearm. “Have you had much luck with love, (Y/n)?”

You perked. “Hm? I ― What do you mean?”

He quirked his head at you. “C’mon. You know what I mean.” 

“Well … I mean …” Your face grew warm. You nodded. “Yeah. I mean …” This part was under your breath. “... depends on what you mean by luck …”

“I knew it.” Jiraiya sighed and collapsed against the back of his chair. “You weren’t fooling anyone with that pretty face.”

You grew warmer under the spotlight of the compliment. “I …” He thinks I’m pretty?

“You’ll never know how good you have it,” Jiraiya said. Without ceremony, he abandoned the chair to pace around the room. “Do you know how hard it is to write about the raunchy threads of everlasting love when you’ve had no real practice?”

You blinked. Not the first time the man’s diction has thrown you for a loop and thoroughly bewildered you. 

“Raunchy ― raunchy threads ―?”

“Sometimes, I wonder if I’m really cut out for this.” Jiraiya shook his head. “Even success doesn’t guarantee satisfaction with one’s work. Who knew!”

“Jiraiya,” You implored. “You have a series of bestselling novels under your belt.” You playfully pushed at his shoulder ― what bit of it you could reach anyway. “Everyone struggles. You shouldn’t give up so fast!”

Silence, save for the crickets demanding attention tucked away in outdoor bushes.

Jiraiya laughed, a heaty, deep laugh from his belly. 

“Now you sound like one of my students!” 

You shrugged. “I’d offer to help, but you never let me, remember?”

Jiraiya stopped, as though an idea had held its arm out to stop his pacing. 

“You have …” He turned to you. His eyes flickered downward to study you. “Say … Would you … be up for helping me now?”

You threw him a suspicious look. “Depends on how I’ll be helping.” 

Jiraiya’s expression shifted ― nervousness etched onto his face. “Ahem … well …”

He began pacing again. Your brows creased as you followed his movements. What was he up to?

“It’s just,” he began. “When you’re writing, there are just so many unknowns. Things I can’t possibly know, being such a loser with women.” He socked the side of his head with a fist, seemingly convinced in his dried-up state the abuse could lead to some heart-stopping revelation. “Things I can’t even begin to imagine ― you know, ahem, despite the job description.”

“You’re stalling,” You teased. “It’s never good when you stall.”

Jiraiya faced you. You leveled with his chest, the sheer enormity of the man baffling in comparison to you. 

You probably would’ve been scared. 

If it hadn't been him.

Jiraiya reached out. His palm touched the wall, leaving you semi-caged in as he leaned toward you. 

“I’m going to do something,” he muttered. “Something I’ve always wanted to do. Promise not to hit me?”

“Why would I hit you?” You hoped he could not hear the tremble in your voice.

Jiraiya shrugged. “Minimal success with the fairer sex has taught me to proceed with caution.”

Your stomach knotted into itself. The shadow of his intentions fluttered vaguely over the penumbra of your mind. 

“Okay,” You whispered.

Jiraiya inched closer ― every inch a century ― and bridged the gap between you and him, his lips brushing yours before securing them in a soft kiss.

Soft. Gentle, both his lips and the technique he used. 

It was a good thing, too; for if he had used any more force, you surely would’ve died on the spot. 

His unoccupied hand came to cup the back of your head, cajoling you closer. Your lips moved on his while hands cupped the sides of his face. His rough-textured skin laid under your timid touch. Jiraiya hummed in appreciation. His tongue flicked out to ask tentative permission into your mouth.

But once you offered it, he pulled away. He held your gaze for a few seconds before retreating. He stopped midway to press a reverent kiss to your exposed shoulder pad. 

When he parted from you, you trailed his every move back to his disastrous desk. 

“Sorry,” Jiraiya murmured. He laid a hand on the back of his chair for support. “If I went on, I wouldn’t have stopped.” 

You said nothing, only sucked your lips in to taste the phantom of Jiraiya’s kiss.

“Hopefully, I’ve made my true feelings known,” he said. He leaned over his desk for a second before swiping something from it, one sheet of paper amidst many. 

“You …” You trailed. “You … Me?”

He approached you with a chuckle nestled in a smile. “Yes.”

He leaned over the wall, cool-guy style, and the position strangely suited him. You were still recovering as his eyes roved over the sheet of paper limp in his hold.

“I’m sure you also know now all my female love interests are secretly you,” Jiraiya went on. “I’m just so good at remaining subtle, I bet you didn’t notice.”

You had, in your wildest dreams, thought a character or two possessed your likeness, but you had never been so full of yourself to have actually imagined ― 

He offered the paper to you. “This is the scene I’m stuck on. Would you mind reading it over for me?” 

You blinked. It felt like a thousand things were happening when, really, one thing had happened at a time. But so many things. 

“Su ― Sure.” You took the paper. 

You read it, Jiraiya suspiciously close to you, peering over to watch you review his work. His scent dizzied you ― pinewood and paper and pencil shavings, hardly a dazzling combination, but it was him. So it was.

You read. You understood. You blushed.

Jiraiya’s lip-corner quirked, seemingly suspecting you were at the end of the scene. 

“I wanted to make my true feelings known before I suggested this ―” Jiraiya tapped the paper with a finger. “I didn’t want you thinking for a second I was trying to use you for anything.”

You laughed, prompted by the absurdity of it all. He wanted you to ―

You smirked.

“So,” he began, a flirtatious lilt to his voice, “will you do it?” 

You turned to him, tipping your head up to stare at the bigger man. 

“I’d be happy to.”

“Hold still ― hah ― that’s good, argh, that’s gooood ―”

Jiraiya sat above you, face strained. His mouth hung open, the heated huffs of his breath warming your skin, prompting your sensitive nubs to perk. 

You laughed; it was fun to watch him come apart like this, better than any vague fantasy.

“How does this even come up in the story, Jiraiya?”

Jiraiya chuckled amidst the pleasure. “Hehe, ahem, well …”

You squeezed your tits against his cock, presumably to shut him up. Jiraiya stilled, breath sharp.

His shaft sat nestled, secure in the valley of your breasts. You sat your chin on your collarbone to glance at the red, flared cockhead twitching up at you.

You licked your lips. “Is this what you’ve been seeing in your mind’s eye?” You gathered your breasts and began to jerk him, cupping him between your tits. “Picturing me like this, underneath you?”

Jiraiya leaned forward, his tail of hair falling inches from your face.

You cupped your breasts around him, working them against the sensitive skin of his excited cock. 

“I can’t imagine why you got stuck,” You purred, eyes narrowed on the gorgeous man above you.

“Ah, aahah …” Jiraiya’s mouth hung open as his hips worked in tandem with you. “Too enthralled with the real thing ― aargh!”

“I love seeing you like this,” You breathed out.

“I’m sure you do ― aah, gods, they’re perfect!” Jiraiya retrieved his cock to slap it against one tit before securing it in the slit you'd made for him. He jerked his hips; they stuttered as you closed any further gap between his cock and your pillowy breasts. “You’re perfect.”

He opened his eyes ― wrong move; just in time to see your tongue flick out and swipe at his cockhead.

“Urgh!” Jiraiya planted a hand beside your head to secure his balance. “Who knew you’d be such a natural at this?” 

“I did say I had experience, didn’t I?” You swiped and sucked at his cockhead with a hungry mouth. “Did you ― mmf ― forget?”

“Head’s kinda cloudy right now, admittedly ― aah!”

His cock dangled at your mercy, following the swift up-down motion of your breasts. 

You continued egging him on amongst his moaning. It was heavenly, watching the Great Toad Sage come apart just by the use of your tits. You licked and took his cockhead into your mouth, popping it out before speeding up your motions. 

“C’mon,” You urged at the hastening of his breath. “C’mon, Jiraiya, mmm …!”

“Please stop talking,” Jiraiya said. “Nurgh ― so good.” He cracked an eye open to smile weakly at you. “I’ve gotta last, y’know?”

You stared crookedly. “Why?”

“Research purposes ― ah, oh, gods ― we’ve been over this.”

You paused, your breasts falling flat at your sides.

“You know we could always just do this again right?” 

Jiraiya popped both eyes open, collecting himself just enough to speak clearly.

“You’d let me?” he said. “You’d really let me?”

Your eyes flickered over his face lovingly. “Yes.”

“Huh … I guess you’re right.” He smirked, stars in his eyes. “Totally right.”

You rolled your eyes. “S’what I just sai ―”

Jiraiya kneaded at your breasts, thumbs grazing over the precious nubs. You shuddered as he gripped them, adjusting his hips ― and gave a thrust.

He grunted as he took the reigns, thoroughly fucking your tits at his own preferred pace. You gasped as he pinched a nipple in his grasp, twirling it between huge, calloused fingers.

“Aha ―” His cockhead brushed repeatedly over your lips. “Jiraiya ― ah, hah ―!”

“So good,” Jiraiya hung his head back, exposing the raw muscles of his pectorals, the beautiful outline of his collarbone to you. “Such a sweet girl, letting me use you like this …” 

Your cunt throbbed from the heated praise. Again, you licked out for him, your tongue swiping at his cockhead, swishing into the slick slit with each jut of Jiraiya’s hips. 

Jiraiya gritted his teeth. His cock twitched in your hold. Against his own desires, his pace quickened. His abdomen barreled into your chest, skin to heated skin.

He groaned, lurched forward, more animal than man. “I’m gonna ―”

“It’s okay, do it ― cum for me ―”

Jiraiya threw his head back. He released with a growl, his seed patterning your clavicle, your chin, your lower lip. 

He panted as the thrums subsided. He recovered, staring down at you. A string of his cum dribbled down the side of your face. 

Sense returned to him; he frowned. Without fanfare, Jiraiya un-straddled you, as though it was the most gentleman-like behavior he could muster in that moment. 

“I’m sorry.” He let you up. “Let me get you a ―”

You laughed. You collected what was left of him and licked it off your finger.

He went bug-eyed. “You ― you want to ―?”

“Of course,” You said. You patted his inner wrist, having been left limp on the floor in surprise. “It’s okay ― it’s okay,” You insisted as Jiraiya moved to stop you.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” 

You swept up his spent, swallowed, and he watched you with an amazement you couldn’t name. 

“You weren’t lying, were you?” You muttered, turning on your side to face him on the floor. “You really don’t know how these things work? You haven’t …”

Jiraiya recovered enough to perform a halfhearted shrug.

You gasped, tilted your head. “You’re not ―”

“No,” Jiraiya said before you got carried away. “I’m not a virgin, just … Never been super lucky.”

Jiraiya’s fingers brushed against the soft skin of your inner wrist, calloused fingers trailing the faint train of your veins. “Until now.”

#jiraiya smut #naruto smut #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya x you #kinktober

[vulpisnocturna]

In your opinion if you are creating girlfriends for Naruto Sasuke itachi kakachi ans shisui how do you imagine them as terms of personality and appearances and what they be their dynamic in bed?

Oooh interesting. You said girlfriend, but I may slip with some of them lmao 💀

MILD NSFW from now, minors please don’t make me call your parents/guardian :(

Naruto: this man is a pure ray of sunshine. In my opinion, he would love a girl who is quiet and hides their emotions but feels intensely. He would love someone who is determined and willing to never give up, because he would admire her. He also needs someone who is as clingy as he is. Even secretly so, but he needs to never feel lonely.

Appearance, I think Naruto likes very feminine, very soft-looking women (bro grew up with Jiraiya talking about titties all day, who can blame him though). Other than that, I think he would really like big, expressive eyes.

In bed, I see Naruto as a switch. I think he can be a very soft dom, with a bit of a praise kink and a sailor’s mouth, and I think he would love for a girl to take some control too. It keeps it interesting and fun.

Sasuke: oooh, this one’s a bit tricky. Sasuke would fall for someone who never gives up on him, the one who stayed (so Naruto basically). Someone who knows how to express their feelings, because he’s not very good at it. He would also appreciate someone who pushes him to be better, though he’d deny it.

As appearance, I don’t think Sasuke cares that much. I think he would like someone on the shorter side. He lost his whole family, and I think it would make him feel as though he’s protecting that person.

In bed, Sasuke’s a very hard dom. Wants all the control, big humiliation kink and big massive colossal breeding kink (so why the fuck he only got one daughter??? like hello??? what about your clan sir??). He would like a girl who pushes back a bit, because he likes the challenge. But too much, and he gets annoyed and rougher.

Itachi: sweet little Itachi. I feel as though he would love someone who’s much more open and outspoken than he is, someone he finds intelligent but not in a pretentious way. He would want someone who makes him feel warm. Someone optimistic that can make him smile.

Itachi does not really make preferences for appearance. I think he would fall for personality and notice appearance after. But if I needed to say a few traits, I think he would need something striking that caught his attention. Really beautiful eyes or a unique hair colour. Even something like a scar on their face.

Itachi’s such a soft dom. He’s tuned in on his partner’s pleasure, big on praise kink and overstimulation (and breeding kink). He likes to be able to make his partner feel good. But when he’s rough, he’s veeeeery rough. If he gets possessive or his partner’s teased him a little too much, I think he would get very relentless and rough, lots of edging and dirty talk.

Kakashi: I think Kakashi would also need someone who’s quite optimistic and sweet, but more soft-spoken. He would like the shared silence, the understanding. I think he would appreciate honesty and hard work, but also determination and humour. That man’s had too much tragedy in his life.

You can’t tell me Kakashi wouldn’t like a curvy girl. God he reads Jiraiya’s books all day. Jiraiya’s obsessed with Tsunade’s titties (so am I) and I bet the mc of Icha Icha has got 106cm too. So Kakashi, I think, would love a girl with some curves. But also very soft features, I think.

Kakashi the brat-tamer. Literally. He loves the bickering, but he’ll put you in your place. He would be insatiable and ready to try anything. Not too comfortable with letting go of control, though.

Shisui: this man is so bisexual. He gives me fruity vibes. I think he would like someone he finds very pretty and sweet, maybe a bit shy. He also likes humour, so someone who can make him laugh. He’s also very protective.

In the realm of appearance, I think Shisui likes more angular features. He’s got such a baby face and chubby cheeks lol he’s so cute. I think he would like someone who looks very refined.

Shisui is also a switch imo. Fine with whatever, just wants a good tumble. He’s got a lot of stamina, and is quite enthusiastic. He makes his partner feel so so wanted all the time

#fanfiction #writing #naruto #archive of our own #itachi #uchiha itachi #creative writing #itachi uchiha #naruto headcanons #uzumaki naruto #naruto smut #kakashi hakate #kakashi smut #shisui smut #shisui uchiha #sasuke headcanons #uchiha headcanons #sasuke uchiha #itachi smut #sasuke smut

[nesmeyart]

SNSmonth23

High school AU

I was so inspired so I wrote a small ff please read it and let me know what you think ))))

For the first sight Sasuke is a typical school bully, but deep in his heart he keeps memories, how Naruto once shared his umbrella when they were kids. Sasuke was never paid attention by his parents because they have his perfect elder brother Itachi who also doesn’t care about him. So the boy lived by himself in the hatred of the whole world until he met sunny boy Naruto.

Naruto parents were missing since his birth so he was adopted by Jiraiya and Tsunade, they became his grandparents. Naruto asked about his parents past but Jiraiya and Tsunade kept saying that they can’t tell anything. Sometimes he missed his parents but he have never told about it. He was always a sunny boy.

The first time Naruto met sasuke he was leaving the school. It was raining hard but there was a black haired boy slowly walking down the street lowering his head. Naruto immediately ran to the boy and shared his umbrella starting to chatter some stupid stuff. Sasuke looked at the sunny boy like it was an idol.

«What’s your name?» - naruto asked when they came to sasuke’s house. «Let’s be friends! We’ll play together…» but unfortunately sasuke didn’t know how to express his feelings to someone who was kind to him so he pushed Naruto’s hand and ran away. Since that day Sasuke and Naruto have become rivals. And though Sasuke was always rude to Naruto deep in his heart he remembered his look of appreciation when he shared his umbrella.

#snsmonth23 #artists on tumblr #naruto shippuden #sasunaru #narusasu #naruto fanart #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha

[akiizayoi4869]

Sakura Haruno Appreciation Post

Rewatching Naruto and reading the manga has made me feel like posting about one of my favorite characters in the series, Sakura. At first, nothing about her really stood out to me. She was the typical teenage girl who had a crush on a guy who really didn't seem to care about her at all. As time went on, though, small things about her stood out to me. Her affinity for genjutsu (something that I wished Kishimoto touched on more) and her chakra control was better than both Naruto's and Sasuke's, something that I wasn't expecting from her at all. It's not like she was much of a fighter at this point, and she needed protecting more often than not. Sakura's character didn't really start to peak for me until the chunin exams in the Forest Of Death. This scene in particular:

The moment she cut off her hair to free herself from Kin's grip, I knew that she meant business, that she would finally start taking her life as being a ninja more seriously. Why? Because she cut her long hair, something that she was proud of simply because she heard a rumor back when she was a little girl that said that Sasuke liked girls with long hair. Sakura was no much for the sound ninja, of course, and she's eventually bailed out by Ino and her team, and later on by Sasuke himself when he wakes up. Seeing how beat up she was because of that fight, and how she wouldn't back down because she wanted to protect her teammates no matter what, made her character grow on me.

Then we get up to the preliminary round of the chunin exams, and it's there when one of my favorite fights in the chunin exams happens: Sakura vs Ino.

This fight is where Sakura slowly starts to sprout from a bud into a fully bloomed flower. She takes her fight against Ino seriously, and gives it her all. When Ino used the mind transfer jutsu on her, I thought that that would be it for Sakura. But she managed to kick Ino out of her mind thanks to inner Sakura (another aspect of her character that I wish Kishimoto did more with, but I get why she just sorta vanishes after a while) and the match resumes between them. It ends in a tie, but it was still a really good fight regardless. It showed that Sakura really can fight if she wants too, and it put an end to her rivalry with Ino, allowing them to become friends again. After this fight I definitely had more respect for her character.

When Sasuke eventually leaves the village to join Orochimaru, Sakura felt that she was worthless because not only was she unable to do anything, but Naruto got hurt in his fight against Sasuke because of the promise he made to her to bring Sasuke back. So, she does something that I didn't expect her to do: ask Tsunade to take her on as an apprentice.

We can see how those three years of training with Tsunade paid off, since Sakura can not only stand toe to toe in a fight against Kakashi fighting alongside Naruto, she also has enough strength to take on an Akatsuki member like Sasori:

This fight definitely showed how much better as a fighter Sakura has gotten in three years. Yes, I'm well aware that Lady Chiyo helped her in this fight, but she still did an excellent job of holding her own. Aside from her physical prowess, we also see how far she's come as medical ninja as well. Going from reviving a dead fish to doing something as critical as cutting Naruto open to pump his heart in order to keep him alive during the 4th Great Ninja war:

And it's during this time that she was finally able to stand next to Naruto and Sasuke in battle, instead of always walking behind them and watching their backs get farther and farther away from her. Idk about you guys, but watching these three perform the summoning jutsu at the same time, doing their own three way deadlock like the original legendary sanin before them was so fucking badass:

We already knew that both Naruto and Sasuke had long since surpassed their masters, Jiraiya and Orochimaru. But until this moment, it was unclear if Sakura had truly surpassed Tsunade or if she was just on her level. This scene right here definitely showed that Sakura has indeed surpassed Tsunade, making her, Naruto, and Sasuke the new legendary sanin.

Watching Sakura grow throughout the series was really nice to see, not to mention inspiring for me to watch as a young girl. Her growing determination to better herself and stand the same level as her teammates is why she is and always will be one of my favorite characters in the series, if not my most favorite character.

#Naruto #Sakura Haruno #Sakura Haruno Appreciation Post

[moonsickcafe]

The Jiraiya posting on my dash got to me and I was catapulted back into my Naruto crushes. Jiraiya I’m love you….

Features: smut, shy!reader, crying bc the dick’s so good.

You tug at his pony tail, choppy tufts of silver hair tangling between your fingers.

Jiraiya’s nose slides up your ear until his wet mouth is tonguing up your lobe.

His breath is damp. His voice jostled and unsteady.

“What’s all that about?”

You tug again, harsh. You’re so close. If he would just force you down a bit deeper, the tenuous high would tumble and you’d be cumming.

The lathing of your ear morphs to a toothy bite, matching your tug. Moaning, your pussy constricts further and you’re so, so close. He has to know. He always knows. He’s the author of all the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

“Jiraiya…”

His big hands are spread over your ass and thighs, squeezing your soft flesh with each thrust up. The length of your body is stretched to capacity in order to reach the back of his head, for your face to be near his, even with him hunkered over you.

“Say it out loud,” he says, almost tender. “Tell me what happens next.”

Your legs tremble uselessly against his slick sides, your feet aimless on the floor. The tingling in your chest blooms. Tears collect in the corner of your eyes. It’s so hard to tell him. You tongue knots over saying such dirty things, hesitance expounded by the lewd slap of your bodies.

“I-I want to cum,” you admit and Jiraiya groans.

“Yeah, yeah you do. And how? How are you cumming,” he says, the pistoning of his cock falling off-kilter to the rhythm he’d built.

You claw him down closer by the snag of hair in your hands and pant uselessly in his face. The red lines that cut under his eyes and down his cheeks, blur through your glazed eyes.

“By…by your cock! Please,” you sob. “Please, force me…deeper on you-r cock.”

Jiraiya slows, re-arranging to accommodate. With the curve of his back a ‘c’, his knees raised, legs wide, feet flat, and hands gripping your hips, he kisses you deeply.

Appreciative.

“You’re speaking a pervy old man’s dreams, honey.”

That first drag down straightens your spine and more tears slip down your chin.

You are so full of his cock, so tightly wrapped around him, that you feel the pulsating begin at his base.

By the second time he bottoms out, his hot semen is spilling into you and you’re mouthing at his chin as you cum. His entire cock is jerking, emptying itself.

Jiraiya keeps his tongue in your lolling mouth until your twitching limbs subside to stillness, until you’re able to kiss back. Until you pull away.

Skin overheated, you try wiggling away entirely, but Jiraiya’s hands are molded to your sweaty hips.

“It was still embarrassing,” you say. “I can’t get used to it.”

Jiraiya falls to his back with an ‘oof’. You shiver when his soft cock slides out, your thighs still spread over his waist.

“We’ll try role playing. Way easier getting out of your head with that.”

You give a ‘hm’, still unconvinced and rub his chest, the scratchy silver hair tickling your palm.

“That’s embarrassing too!”

He’s reached behind you, fingers toying with the entrance of your pussy, coaxing his seed on your lips like lubricant.

“Mm, but you like it, yeah?”

The mumbling reply you give emboldens him. He laughs. And the vibrations, the deepening crooked fingers elicit a fleeting little moan from you.

You can’t deny you’re a bit perverted too.

#literally the amount of jiraiya thirst i saw this morning got me to make this multi fandom blog and wrote this in a haze of lust #tfw my naruto crushes come raging back FULL FORCE #naruto shippuden #jiraiya #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya smut #mademoonsick

[13as07]

Patience #1

(Jiraiya Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to SUk1J1]

Requested by: Myself

Keys:

None

Word Count: 5,678

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Masturbating (clit stimulation & pillow humping)

Age Gap

Power Difference (Teacher/Student)

Overstimulation/Orgasm Denial

Pet Names: Little One, Sweetheart, Pillow Princess, Obedient Girl, Sweet Thing/Girl

Choking (for like five seconds)

Hair Pulling

Soft Domination

Praising

Fingering/Oral

I'm stuck on what to do for part two. Should I do wake up sex or the story from Jiraiya's pov? Maybe I'll just make this a four part story instead of a three part story. We'll see :)

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     "Jiraiya-Sensei," the name slips out before I can stop it. Disgust with myself mixes with the pleasure sliding down to my core. Despite the disgust, I continue letting the shower head shoot stimulating bolts of water into my clit.

That's so bad, so inappropriate of me, so wrong. I shouldn't be getting off to thoughts of my Sensei. Jiraiya is a highly regarded Shinobi, one of the legendary sannins, old enough to be my father, all of which only seem to make me hornier.

I can't stop the dirty thoughts seeping into my head, causing my empty pussy to clench with need, to pulse from the lack of being filled.

Thoughts of my Sensei in his nightshirt circle my head, images of him in it pushing me forward. The lovely nightshirt that shows off his defined muscles a lot better than his day clothes. The thin material that dips with his scar. The scar I've thought about tracing with my fingers a million times.

Soon the thought is replaced by another. The innocent memory from earlier this week is soaked in sin. I can't help it, the sight of Jiraiya pushing up the sleeves of his undershirt was just so attractive. The way the bunched-up material empathized his arms just churned something in my stomach.

When the memory of my sensei's heavy hand pushing against my back this morning crosses my mind, it snaps the band between my legs. "Please Jiraiya," I whine, a lot louder than I meant to. I shouldn't mean to. I shouldn't be thinking of my Sensei in this, saying his name in this tone, in this situation.

My legs are just as shaky, if not shaker, than my breath, but I don't move the shower head away. This will be my punishment, overstimulation to wash away my unprofessional thoughts. It's not a punishment though, and I know it. I know I'm going to enjoy continuing to get myself off until I can barely stand.

The continual stimulation only lasts for another minute or two before I can't stand it anymore.

The thought of my Sensei forcing my overstimulation crosses my mind as I pull the shower head away from myself. I don't know what's worse; having the thought or knowing Jiraiya would. After all, he's known for making his students train until they drop. I can't see him being any different with his sexual partners.

I shake my head, trying to clear the thoughts out and steady myself. I just need my legs to last long enough to clean my mess up.

As I clean myself again, the pleasure from before washes away, leaving only the disgust I feel from my thoughts and my actions.

The disgust doesn't subside as I climb out of the shower and dry myself off. It sure as hell doesn't drain as I dress myself into my sleep clothes. It gets even worse when I question whether Sensei would find my panties cute or sexy.

By the time I get out of the bathroom and into our empty hotel room, I'm making myself sick from the reappearing thoughts. Why am I so horny? Why am I so perverted? Why isn't Sensei back from his outing yet?

A whine bubbles in my throat as I scan the room again for Jiraiya, even though I know he won't appear from thin air. Maybe it's good that he's not back yet. Having him here would only grow the fire that wasn't completely put out in the shower. But, it would be so nice to see him right now, to get to appreciate his appearance, to have him distract me from the ache between my legs.

Acknowledging the ache only makes it worse. I need my hormones to stop, for my horniness to go.

Before I can stop myself, I crawl into Jiraiya's bed, leaving the other bed in the room - my bed - empty. The faint forest smell of my Sensei wisps off the sheets, causing the heat to grow even more.

I'm such a pervert, a terrible student, a nasty person.

Just like before, the disgust with myself doesn't outweigh the neediness of my pussy. My eyes snap closed as my hand snakes up the bedsheets, colliding with one of the fluffy white pillows on the bed. I tug the pillow down, shifting it between my knees and propping myself onto it.

When tingles fill me again, I know I'm in the perfect position. I waste no time, burying my head into the sheets to soak in more of Jiraiya's scent as I start thrusting my hips forward.

My hands cling to the bedding when I try to shove my face further into the mattress. Despite my efforts, whines and my sensei's name still come tumbling out of my mouth. "Jiraiya," I whine to myself, grinding my clit against the pillow faster, keeping my thrusts nonstop. The feeling of my slick reapply to my thighs only pushes out another whimper. "Please Sensei?"

     Pressure is added to my clothed hole, causing me to clench before I'm ripped from my dirty fantasy. A yelp falls from me because of the added pressure, the added pressure not being caused by me.

     "So chatty, aren't we?" A voice curves from behind me, causing me to shoot up. My hands are still clenched to the bedding, which is now pulled up from my sitting position. My clit slides against the pillow because of my movement, pulling out a soft moan from my throat.

     My heart is racing as my mind starts processing what's going on. A big, warm hand is now pressed below me, cupping my pussy because of my sudden movements. I can hear the soft breathing of the intruder behind me, my mind fuzzy from the surprise and stimulation, making it hard to process the situation and figure out how to get out of it.

      "Are you going to answer me? It's disrespectful not to answer your Sensei."

     Arousal and embarrassment seep down my stomach from the words. My mind is both empty and packed as I process Jiraiya's words. Jiraiya... my Sensei... who I've spent the past five minutes whining for. "I... um... didn't hear you," I murmur, letting my hands back down, the bedding following suit.

     "Are you a chatterbox in bed, sweetheart?" He repeats, tugging his hand out from under me before laying both of them on my hips.

     "Sometimes," I whisper, my breath shaky as I focus on the headboard in front of me. I fail at this, my attention fully being on the weight of my sensei's hands on me.

     "What have you been up to, little one?" Jiraiya purrs, his head dipping down to whisper into my ear. His hands go to work, slowly sliding me back and forth on the pillow still held between my thighs.

     "While you were..." I try, cutting myself off to hold a moan back.

     One of Sensei's hands releases me long enough to poke my cheek before forcing my hips back into motion. "Don't do that, sweetheart. I want to hear those pretty noises again." I shift my head to try and glance behind me, being met with my stimulation stopped again and hands cupping my cheeks to keep my head still. "Keep your head forward, little one."

     I shift my head back into place, leaning it to the side to soak in Jiraiya's touch. "While you were gone I practiced my clone jutsu," I finally answer, rolling the current situation in my head. This can't be real. This isn't my Sensei, this has to be someone pretending to be Jiraiya. "Sensei?"

     "Sweetheart?" The word is followed by soft circles being rubbed into my cheeks and a kiss pressed behind my ear.

     "If I can't look at you, how do I know it's really you?" Another kiss is pressed into me, behind my other ear this time.

     "Oh, little one, are you that desperate to see me? If I knew you'd miss me this much, I'd go on more outings while we're out of the village."

     The answer makes me huff, mostly out of jealousy. I know what Jiraiya does on his outings, I know what his 'research' really is. All Sensei ever does is thirst after any woman who crosses his path.

     "Oh, don't be so jealous, Sweetheart. I was actually busy this time." It makes me angry how easily he reads me.

     "Busy with what? Peeping into another bathhouse?"

Jiraiya chuckles, the sound echoing throughout the room. "No. Believe it or not, I was meeting up with one of my under-covers."

"Lair," I mumble to myself, shifting my head so it leans the other way.

Sensei chuckles again, this time softer than before. His hands dip, tugging my head back as far as it'll go. Finally seeing him makes more embarrassment seep into my bones. My cheeks start to heat up as I look over Jiraiya's face, taking in his dark eyes before my sight slides down the red stripes of his face. "Hello, little one."

"Hi," I answer, shifting my sight away from him.

"Aw, come on, sweetheart. Don't do that. I want to see your pretty eyes. Look at me." Reluctantly, I do as I'm told, turning my attention back to Sensei's face. His eyes are soft but a smug look coats the rest of my face. "What an obedient student I have," he murmurs, dipping his head down.

I stay still, not knowing what he's going to do or what to do with myself. Jiraiya's lips brush against my face, leaving behind dragged-out kisses as he works his way down to his fingers. Once he's done littering kisses on the right side, he changes his attention to the left.

"Sensei?"

"Hush, little one," he orders, his hands dropping down to my neck. They're light against my skin, his fingers overlapping quite a bit. Jiraiya's hands are big enough that he doesn't need both of them to wrap around my throat. "We're going to work on patience, okay?"

"But-"

"But nothing. I'm your teacher after all. Am I not? It's my job to teach you, to train you." Sensei's speech is followed by a gentle squeeze to my throat, causing me to wiggle uncomfortably. I don't like that, it scares me.

He freezes, his attention being pulled from the repeating kisses being pressed into my face. His eyes scan over me for a beat before his hands shift back to cupping my cheeks, his fingers gently massaging my jawline. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to scare you."

Once again I'm a bit pissy at how easy he reads me. I don't like him knowing he scared me. I don't want it to scare him away from the attention I'm getting, the attention I've been craving from him. "It's okay."

"It's not," Jiraiya whispers back, lips back to attacking my face. "I won't do anything you don't want, little one."

The nickname makes me squirm, adding a bit of friction to my forgotten clit. Half of a whimper slips up from the small attention to my pussy, getting me a tighter grip on my face.

"Let's start your lesson, ya? Do you want to start your lesson, sweetheart?"

"Please?" I ask, the question coming out whiner than I meant it to.

"Fuck," Jiraiya husks out under his breath, causing me to tingle even more. "You sound so pretty." Sensei's hands drop down to my hips, lifting me off the pillow I've been sitting on before placing me on my feet. "My pretty pillow princess," he mumbles, keeping me in place so I'm facing the wall again.

A hand slides into my hair, holding on to the roots of it. He waits for a second, scanning for my reaction before he tightens his hold. "I'm going to start our lesson, okay? You tell me if there's something you don't want to do, got it, sweetheart?"

"Got it," I mumble, rubbing my legs together. The small touches and ignorance of my needs are making my ache worse. I want to get off now, I need to cum now. Why won't Sensei give me what I want?

Jiraiya's hand relaxes in my hair, loosening his hold but not letting me go. "You need to learn some patience, to learn to wait for me and not rush into things. So, we're going to go nice and slow, okay?" I hum out a yes, nodding my head a bit but that doesn't work out very well. "I'm going to work out your orgasm, slowly. Soft little licks, slow curls, and pumps, and if you behave I'll give you a nice reward, okay little one?"

That sounds terrible. I don't have the patience for a slow pace. I want to orgasm and I want to do it now. "Yes, Sensei," I answer, following my answer with a disappointed whine.

He's silent for a couple of seconds, his hand massaging my head before he drops his hold on me. Sensei's hands land on my hips again, gently pulling me against him. He's warm to the touch, his chest stretching out wider than my frame and coating me with the familiar forest smell he gives off.

"There's my obedient girl," Jiraiya coos, his fingers toying with the hem of my shirt before he starts sliding it upwards. His fingertips tickle as they slide up my sides, tugging my shirt up with them.

I squirm from the touches, rubbing against my Sensei in the process. The hard impression of his dick presses into me from my movements, only making it harder not to move. It excites me to know he's as turned on as me. "Or not," Jiraiya says, his hands - and my shirt - falling back down. "Let's try again, little one. I know you can do it."

This time around, I set my mind on staying still. I'll never get what I want if I can't even make it past the first step.

Once again, Sensei's hands work their way up, tickling my sides the whole time. "Good job, sweet thing," he coos again once my shirt is over my head and disregarded to the floor. "Sweet, sweet thing," he continues to utter, his big hands rubbing soft circles into my stomach. "Are you ready for our next step?"

"Yes," I breathe out, trying my best to stay still. It feels like I'm vibrating with the need to shift in Jiraiya's hold. His hands are so close to my waistband, why can't he just dip his hand down and give me some relief?

"Come here, little one," he calls, tugging me with him as he sits on the edge of the bed. I slide into his lap, his boner pushing against my butt as he cradles me between his knees. "Turn around, sweet girl."

I do as I'm told, shifting in Sensei's hold. His hands slide down, cupping my ass while his gaze rolls over my bare chest. "What an obedient little thing. You're being so good." The praises make me tingle, forcing the lack of attention further into my mind. "I'm going to play with your chest, okay sweetheart?" Jiraiya asks, one of his hands letting my butt go so he can ghost his fingertips over my nipple.

"Okay, Sensei," I whisper, lifting my hands to rest them against his broad shoulders. I swear this teasing is going to kill me. "Why won't you touch me Sensei?" I whimper, shifting forward to grind myself against anything I can reach.

Jiraiya's hand shifts from my ass to my hip before he gently pushes me back in place. "I am touching you, little one. You need to be patient if you want me to touch your pussy, okay? Be patient."

I whine in disappointment but still fall back into place. I'm getting attention, the attention I want, even if it's not in the place I want. "Stop pouting, sweet thing. I'll get you off after our lesson." Once the sentence is out, Jiraiya latches himself to my nipple, softly sucking on it as his hand gently rolls my other nipple between his fingers.

He does as he pleases, switching his mouth and hand between my boobs. It feels nice, having him attack my chest, but it doesn't help my craving for attention. It makes me ache more. "You're being good," he praises, his tongue poking out to slide over my hardened nipple. "So, so good," he continues, his teeth grazing me now.

Sensei does the same to the other side as he tugs me into his lap. I'm shifted around by his free hand, my clothed pussy being pressed against his cock. Jiraiya's eyes flicker up at me, taking in my distressed face. This isn't fair. How am I not supposed to squirm against him? Not stimulate myself when he's so eagerly pressed against me?

After another minute or two of sucking and nipping at my chest, pain starts to overwhelm the pleasure I was receiving. "Sensei?" I call, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Yes, little one?"

"It's starting to hurt."

Without another word, Jiraiya loosens his mouth from me and the hand that was toying with my nipples drops back down to cup my ass. "Good job, sweet girl," he coos, lips sliding over the sore skin of my boobs. "You're being so good. You deserve a reward."

"For what?" I ask, not convinced this is the end of my so-called lesson on patience.

"For listening, for telling me when to stop. A good student knows their limits, knows when to not be obedient."

Sensei's hands slide up to my hips, taking hold of them before he shifts me against his penis. "Hey," the word tumbles out, curling with a shaky breath. My arms wrap around Jiraiya, clinging to him for some form of grounding. The grinding sends sparks through me, my clit throbbing from finally getting the needed attention.

Before I get too much attention, the movement is stopped, leaving me still as Sensei is pressed against me again. "You're doing great, sweetheart. One more step and I'll give you what you want, okay? Be good and I'll fill you up."

My thighs tense as I clench around nothing. I want to be filled so bad. At this point, I'll do anything to get what I want. "Okay, Sensei," I whisper into his shoulder, leaning my head down for the slightest break.

"For our next step, I'm going to spread you out all nice and pretty on the bed, okay? I'm going to taste you and play with you, and you're going to stay still the whole time, you understand? Are you going to let me spread you out?"

"Yes!" The word rips from my lungs, my clit throbbing again from the promised attention I'm going to get.

     Jiraiya laughs at my excitement, the noise following us as he stands up, pressing me into his chest as he does so. Once again I'm set on my feet, body pressed up against Sensei's. Unlike last time, his hands dip past my waistband like I want. His fingers inch down my legs, his thumbs hooked around the waistband of my pants, tugging it down with his hands.

"I can't wait to make you feel good, little one," he whispers into my ear, his lips falling down my neck once the praise is out. When his arms are stretched as far down as possible, they crawl back up to me, leaving my bottoms to be pulled the rest of the way by gravity.

Sensei picks me up again, successfully leaving my pants abounded on the floor with my shirt. The bed is soft, almost as soft as Jiraiya's hold, when he sets me down. "Lay down, princess," the command is followed by peppered kisses across my shoulder blades.

The shifting of the bedsheets seems loud as I move around. I feel exposed with myself spread out, knees open as Jiraiya looks at my vulnerable spots. As if the shyness wasn't enough, I'm suddenly very aware of the situation going on right now. My Sensei - my teacher - is hovering over me as I'm very much nude under him.

"Jiraiya," my voice shakes out as I slowly close my knees. I keep my eyes locked on the ceiling, hoping that looking away from him and clinging to the bedsheets will help me ground myself.

"Hey," he calls softly, hands gently clasping my knees as his thumbs rub circles into me again. "What's going on in that smart little mind of yours?"

     "A lot," I whisper, closing my eyes to help focus on my breathing.

Lips brush against my stomach, making a path of swirls and curves as Sensei travels across my skin. "You're overwhelmed. It happens sometimes when you get stimulated for too long. We'll take a breather, give you time to calm down."

The explanation is followed by arms wrapping around me, pressing me into him again as he shifts us. When we're settled, my back is against his chest, his arms wrapping me up and resting in my lap, and his knees pressed up against mine, keeping me secured between his legs. Jiraiya's head is nestled into my neck, his nose brushing butterfly kisses into my skin.

"Sensei?" He pushes out a hum, the vibrations raking over my skin when his lips brush against my shoulder. "I know what being overstimulated is."

"Do you, sweetheart? I've spent about thirty minutes playing with you. After you enjoyed yourself in the shower and on my bed. So, it's safe to say you've been going for a little over an hour. Do you regularly overstimulate yourself for that long, little one?"

My cheeks warm from Jiraiya's words. He knows about all of it, he heard all of it. All my whines and whimpers for him. "Answer me, sweetie," he orders, poking my cheek before letting his arm fall back in place.

"No... I don't usually last longer than a couple minutes of it." My answer makes the temperature in my cheeks rise even more. Sensei is a pervy guy, of course, he knows more about situations like this than me.

"Mhm, that's what I thought," he mumbles, cockiness coating his words. It's quickly chased away by another line of kisses being pressed across my shoulders. It's soothing, having his body warmth envelop me as he presses soft kisses across my skin. "My pretty, little, obedient girl," he murmurs, hands going back to work, rubbing large circles on my inner thighs.

     I let my legs tumble open, bumping against his as I do so. "Sensei?"

     "Sweetheart?"

     The word sticks in my chest, the shyness coming back from earlier but luckily none of the overwhelmness. Instead, I let my hands slide backward, my fingers wrapping around the hem of his shirt before I tug on it. "Please?"

     "How am I supposed to say no to a request like that?" He teases, hands clenching my thighs to shift me forward. My ears ring with the sound of clothes shifting, causing the ache between my legs to ramp up again.

     When I'm pulled back into place, my chest connects to Jiraiya's scared chest. The rough tissue rubs against my back in a weird calming way. It's a reminder that it's my Sensei behind me, my Sensei touching me, my Sensei making me feel good. No one else's bare chest will ever feel like this against my back.

     "Spread your legs wider, Princess," he orders, moving me before I can do it myself. My legs are shifted, hooked around his so I'm spread wide. The mixed warmth of Jiraiya behind me and his fingers dancing over my inner thighs is intoxicating. "Good job, little one," he coos, small licks sliding over my neck as his fingers inch closer to my clothed pussy. "I'm going to touch you now, okay?"

     "Okay," I breathe out, tipping my head back so it's resting against his shoulder. My hands settle in his thighs, gripping them softly.

     Fingertips ghost over me, adding pressure on my hole again before focusing light circles to my clit. A hiss breath escapes me before my eyes snap closed. "Look at me sweetheart," Sensei orders, his nose bumping into mine when he turns his head.

     I reluctantly do as I'm told, snapping my eyes open with the fear of spooking myself again simmering in my head. "There are those pretty eyes," Jiraiya whispers, eyes glancing down at my lips. "Can I have a kiss, sweet girl?"

     "Yes."

     The distance between us is closed, his lips brushing against mine as his fingers work on tugging my panties down my legs.

     "Wider, sweet thing," Sensei mumbles against my mouth, his pressing against me again as he shifts our legs wider. "Fuck," he husks again, fingerings sliding through me and getting coated in my mess. "Open your mouth."

     I let my mouth fall open, Jiraiya's fingers quickly filling it. His fingers press down on my tongue as they slide down my throat. More soft curses spill from him as I suck myself off his skin. "I swear I could fuck you right now."

     "Please?" I ask from around his fingers, the word coming out butchered.

     Sensei stays silent for a moment, his mind torn between continuing my 'lesson' or giving me what I want. The answer is given to me when his fingers pop out of my mouth and go back to my pussy. I can't complain too much about the aching of my needs finally being met.

     My eyes stay locked on his as his fingers explore me, two of them slightly dipping into me before going back to rubbing circles into my clit. This is another test of my patience, an attempt to get me to thrust forward to be filled more. A test I won't fail.

     When Jiraiya is satisfied with the results, his lips brush against mine again. As my lips are busy with his, fingers plung into me, his knuckles rubbing against my folds as he pumps his digits in and out of me. "Hey," I drag out when Sensei curls his fingertips against my walls.

     "Hey," he mocks, the pace picking up ever so slightly as he stares back into my eyes.

     The pace stays as is, slow and rough with a mix of thrusts and curling. Just as I'm sure the bend of my orgasm is going to snap, I'm left empty and gapping. "Hey! That's... you can't do that," I whine, nails digging into the material of his pants.

     "I can and I did, sweetheart," Sensei answers, his soaked hand coming up to squeeze my breast. Opened-mouth kisses are pressed along my neck as he continues to squeeze my boob, his grip switching from being gentle to being a lot rougher.

     "We're going to play a game," I'm told, the words hard to process as Jiraiya slides his tongue over the previously pressed kisses.

     "We... we are?" I ask, my heavy breaths making it difficult to push out my question.

     Sensei hums a yes, hands dropping down to grip my thighs. "You are going to sit nice and pretty on my face like the pillow princess you are. As long as you're talking I'll play with you. If you stop talking, I stop playing. Does that sound fun?"

     "Ya, yes, yeah," I stumble out, leaning forward to get another kiss. I'm given what I want, a string of small kisses before a deeper one is pressed into my lips.

     After I'm given my kisses Jiraiya lifts me off of him, but quickly sets me back down on the bed beside him. My eyes trail over his body, taking in the way his chest muscles work to pump oxygen through him.

     My attention catches on his hands. I watch them slide down his body, quick to undo his pants and shove them off of him. The imprint of his dick in his boxers makes me pulse. His big, bigger than I thought he would be. I don't know why I'm surprised though, my Sensei is built like a brick.

     "Come here, sweet thing," he orders, hand gripping my thigh to tug me back on top of him. I'm pulled onto his chest, a leg on either side of him, before I'm shimmied upwards. Jiraiya's hot breath coats over my pussy, proving to me how wet I am. "Sit, sweetheart."

     I shift down a bit, the worry of suffocating my Sensei forcing me to stay hovered. "Where's my obedient girl at? I said sit," he repeats, hands gripping my thighs before I'm pulled the rest of the way down.

     "Jiraiya," I call when his tongue presses against my clit. My hands shoot forward, a fist full of his hair being clenched in my fingers. He hums in response, his tongue licking short strips against my nerve bundle.

     One, two, three more licks are pressed into me before he stops. "I... I don't... please? Sensei please?" My voice is rewarded, his tongue going back to work. "I don't... know what... what to talk about." The words stumble out of me as my hands brush through his hair, my fingers snagging on the knots.

     "I... I've... thought about this a lot and... oh my god." Jiraiya's tongue rolls around the rim of my hole before dipping into me, rubbing long strides against my walls. "You're really hot. Like... really hot and... I hate... I hate it when you're a flirty jackass with everyone."

     I'm lifted off his mouth, deep breaths being sucked in by the man under me. "That's because you're a jealous little thing. I'll stop being so flirty, sweet girl."

     I'm gently set back down on his mouth, his tongue jumping back and forth between my clit and my vagina. "Oh... okay... that's... that's good... fuck." My ears are filled with the sound of my Sensei slurping up my juices. Once my slick is cleaned up, his tongue is back to poking at my walls, quickly pushing me to my edge.

     "I... um... I don't know... how... you're going to fit." I can feel the smirk being pressed into me as Jiraiya continues his work, my pussy clenching around his tongue.

     When his mouth wraps around my clit, sucking it gently, my long-awaited orgasm washes over me. "Fucking Christ, Jiraiya. Holy fuck." My head tilts back, filling my sight with the ceiling as I grip his hair tighter. My hips thrust forward, his nose bumping into my clit as he dips his tongue back into my pussy.

     My orgasm works its way out, Jiraiya slurping and licking my mess up as it spills out. A couple more soft licks slide through my folds before I'm pulled back down his body, my dripping cunt resting against his chest as I pant above him.

     "That was quick, sweet thing. Maybe I shouldn't have toyed with you so much," he coos, rubbing soothing circles into my thighs. His face is smug and dripping as he looks up at me, quickly pushing me toward being ready for round two.

     "I'm... I'm sorry," I murmur, trying to calm my breathing down.

     "You don't need to be sorry, Princess. You did a good job," Sensei answers, his words calm as he shifts us on the bed again. I'm starting to enjoy getting manhandled by him.

     When he settles, I'm laid on top of him, my legs around his waist, his penis pressed into my bare pussy, and our hands tangled together.

     "Sensei," I huff out, my breath still heavy despite my attempts to calm it down. "You said you'd fuck me. I behaved, I was good, I passed every step." I whine, humping myself against him. The panic from earlier starts to rise in my chest again.

     "I know, little one, and I will, but you need to calm down again. You're getting too overwhelmed," Jiraiya says, his voice still soft and gentle as he denies me what I want. The disappointing words are followed by a handful of soft kisses to ease the denial.

     "You promised. You promised me. You said if I'm good you'd fill me up. You're not being fair." More whines tumble out of me as I grind against him. The feeling of being empty is so overwhelming it almost hurts.

     Sensei looks at me amused as he sways my hands next to his head. "I'll make you a deal, okay?" I eagerly nod, my pussy filled with sparks as I keep attacking my clit with his hard-on. "I will nestle myself into you, filling you up like I promised, but we're going to take a nap, okay?"

     "A nap?!" I yelp, another panicked wave washing through my chest. "Sensei-"

     "Yes, a nap. You're overwhelmed again, sweet girl. If I fuck you now, you're not going to enjoy it. I'll fill you up, all nice and full while we nap. Then, when we wake up I'll fuck you, okay? I promise, Princess."

     "Fine," I huff out, the sudden feeling of my body vibrating overflowing my nerves.

     Jiraiya untangles his fingers from mine, gently pushing me onto all fours. I stay still, arching over him as he tugs his boxers off. The last piece of clothing is thrown to the ground, joining the rest of our clothes.

     "Nice and easy, sweetheart," he orders, his warm hands wrapped around my hips once again. A long moan seeps from me as Sensei lowers me onto his dick. It stretches me out, pushing me to my limits as it sinks into me. By the time I'm back on top of his lap, I swear I can see it imprinted on my stomach.

     "Nap time, sweet thing," Jiraiya orders, his arms wrapping around my back before pulling me against his chest. I rest my head on his shoulder, letting his body heat seep into my shaky muscles. My fingers dance over his scar as the feeling of Sensei buried deep into me fills my head.

     "I don't see why you can't fuck me now."

     "Patience, little one," he orders, words coated in sleep.

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #jiraiya oneshot #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya #jiraiya smut #naruto shippuden smut

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OC PROFILE - KAORI YUMENO

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BASICS

Name - Kaori Yumeno

Birthdate - December 21

Age - 13-14 Years (Part 1), 17-18 Years (Shippuden), 20-21 Years (The Last), 21-27 Years (Blank Period), 33-34 Years (Boruto)

Birthplace - Konohagakure (Village Hidden in the Leaves)

Pronouns - She/Her

Nationality - Hinokoku (Land of Fire)

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APPEARANCE

Hair Color - Pinkish Wine Red

Eye Color - Pink

Height - 4'10" (~147.32 cm)

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PERSONALITY

Best Traits - Determined, Clever, Hardworking, Caring.

Worst Traits - Hot-Headed, Rude, Bottles up thoughts.

Mannerisms - Left-Handed, Crosses arms often.

What they hate the most - Failure, Snobby people.

What's most important to her - Her friends, becoming the best genjutsu user in the world.

Secrets - Cries often. She is constantly questioning herself and feels like a failure. Bottles up these feelings, and sometimes her emotions explode and she takes it out on the people and things around her.

Do they get along with or avoid other people - Avoids, even though she craves friends and attention. Will never admit this, but will always appreciate being included.

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FAMILY AND FRIENDS

Parents/Guardians - None (She might get a parent later but I haven't decided yet)

Siblings - None

Significant Other - Rock Lee (Boyfriend in The Last, Husband in Blank Period and onward)

Children - Metal Lee (Son), Unnamed Daughter (I'm still working on her sorry)

Pets/Animal Companions/Summons - Unnamed Snake Summon (They're a work in progress lmao sorry)

Teacher(s)/Sensei(s) - Suzume (academy sensei [kunoichi instructor]), Iruka Umino (academy sensei), Anko Mitarashi (Genin sensei)

Friends - Tenten, Rock Lee, Neji Hyuga, Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuga, Akua Koizumi, Chihiro Osaka

Best Friend(s) - Tenten, Akua Koizumi, Chihiro Osaka

Enemies - Akatsuki Organization, Orochimaru, Madara Uchiha, Kabuto Yakushi

Acquaintances - Kiba Inuzuka, Akamaru, Shino Aburame, Shikamaru Nara, Choji Akamichi, Kakashi Hatake, Might Guy, Kurenai Yuhi, Asuma Sarutobi, Tsunade, Jiraiya, Hiruzen Sarutobi, Gaara, Temari, Kankuro, Sai Yamanaka, Hanabi Hyuga, Sasuke Uchiha, Hiashi Hyuga

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OTHER AND FANDOM SPECIFICS (Naruto)

Occupation - Leaf Shinobi (Ninja, Kunoichi)

Rank - Genin (Part 1), Chunin (Shippuden), Jonin (The Last, Blank Period)

Chakra Nature - Wind

Kekkei Genkai - None

Affiliations - Hinokoku (Land of Fire), Konohagakure (Village Hidden in the Leaves), Allied Shinobi Forces (5th Division), Team Anko

Other Names/Nicknames/Aliases - Kaori Lee, Kaori Yumeno-Lee

Blood Type - AB-

Favorite Food - Ice Cream

Least Favorite Food - Unagi

Hobbies - Flower arranging, rock collecting

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Brief Description:

Kaori has reddish-pink hair and pink eyes.

Her academy grades were nothing to look at, with Lee being the only one who scored worse than her during their graduation exam. She has very low stamina, and has little strength. She tries to push herself though, which causes her to pass out often. What she lacks in physical strength, though, she more than makes up in her ability to use Genjutsu. Poisons and Senbon are also incorporated in her abilities, to make her jutsu that more deadly.

Kaori is short-tempered, but it mainly stems from a lack of self esteem in herself. Hates talking about it, so if she's opening up to you, you're special no doubt about it. Really admires Rock Lee and his constant determination and positive outlook on life. Strives to also be like that, but it's hard to change her ways. Will mellow out a bit as she gets older.

#Kaori Yumeno #Yumeno Kaori #Kaori #Yumeno #naruto oc

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Cool Down - Alpha Jiraiya x Omega Fem!Reader [NSFW]

tags: alpha/omega dynamics, foodplay, temp play, breeding kink, pregnancy, lactation, knotting

word count: 2.8 k

synopsis: You, as Jiraiya's now pregnant wife, wake up from a nap and are given a popsicle from your husband

a/n: i really tried to make a wholesome fic but something about jiraiya really makes me *bark bark bark snarl howl* the third fic in this long standing story of Alpha Jiraiya and his Omega wife (first, second, fourth) also this is partially because my friend reminded me of knotting and i forgot it in the first two fics~

You held your back, sitting up from bed with a low groan. Your shoulders felt tight, your stomach half-full with your growing pup.

You sat up on your thighs, hands draped over your stomach while you tried to stretch your shoulders.

"How was your nap?" Jiraiya asked, placing his hand to your forehead upon entering the bedroom.

You leaned your head back to look up at your old man, grinning softly. He returned your soft grin then beamed before leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"Lousy," you muttered, stretching your back to receive another kiss on your forehead. "Your pup burns hot. I couldn't get comfortable."

Jiraiya mused, nuzzling his cheek to your temple.

"So you've told me," he added, his tone turning boastful. "But my darling, you glow. Pregnancy becomes you."

His hand slipped down your head, petting your hair then down your neck. You shivered at his touch, somehow cool and comforting from the film of sweat over you.

"Here," Jiraiya offered up a popsicle, bright pink and wafting with cool air. "For the heat."

You smiled at him, taking one of your hands from your stomach to grab the popsicle. "You have read my mind."

"As I normally do." Jiraiya chuckled, lowering himself to sit next to you on the tatami. He reached his hand out to rub at your stomach, praising and appreciating your body cradling his child.

Your other hand stopped his rubbing directly over your belly button, bringing your popsicle to your lips. "Easy now, Jiraiya."

"What?" He asked casually, though you could notice his nose turning red.

"I can read your mind, too." You rested the popsicle to your lips, batting your tongue out in small licks to savor the tongue-catching cold of the treat. "

"Cherry," you smirked, dragging the popsicle along your jaw before resting under your ear.

You felt your body heat begin to melt it, feeling the popsicle juices slip down the side of your neck and pool to your collarbone.

Jiraiya attempted to hide a gulp, his grin going dumbfounded and struck. His eyes followed the juices down your neck, his nose not keeping his secret.

He grinned hard, closing his eyes as he pulled his hand back to rub at his neck.

"I'll have to get you some more." Jiraiya pushed to his feet, fumbling with his footsteps as he managed to make it to the doorway backwards.

"So soon?" You asked coyly, tracing the popsicle down your neck in a distinct cool line before peeling the neckline of one of Jiraiya's robes from your shoulder.

You shrugged the fabric down, rolling the popsicle over your skin with a deep sigh. "I might need a whole ice bath, honey."

You spared a sultry glance at your husband; his nose was flowing with blood, a feat you were often proud of. To make the pervert overwhelmed felt so powerful.

You shrugged the other shoulder of Jiraiya's robe from you and held the gathered fabric to your chest, accentuating your cleavage with a soft squeeze.

Jiraiya leaned against the doorway, only watching while you teased him with your melting popsicle. The cool juices continued coating your sticky skin and you had to stop to lick the excess from your hand.

You pushed the popsicle past your lips and sucked softly at it, dragging your teeth to shave off the soft ice into your mouth. Bringing it back to your lips, you popped the tip off and lolled it over your tongue before swallowing.

"An ice bath?" Jiraiya finally repeated, folding his hands into fists before his crotch.

You hummed in response, slowly dropping Jiraiya's robe from your body to reveal your breasts. Jiraiya groaned at the sight, pulling himself further out of the room to clamp his teeth down on the doorway.

"Darling," he growled, a warning of what he was holding back so carefully. Lesser alphas would've lunged at the sight, but Jiraiya wanted to be patient.

Jiraiya had to be patient. You cooed, tilting your head to the side before tenderly dragging the half-melted popsicle between your ever-engorging breasts.

"You're not being fair," he huffed against the wood clamped in his teeth, close to splintering from the pressure.

More juices slicked down your skin, slipping down the sides of your protruding stomach and over your belly button.

"Fair wouldn't have gotten us here, dear," you purred, not holding an ounce of venom towards your husband. "Would it?"

Jira didn't answer you, eyes trained on each translucent pink juice drop that dried and decorated your skin. He imagined them all as a treasure map, starting on your neck, down your shoulders, over your stomach and to the sweet spot where the rest of the juices landed.

You straightened up, taking the popsicle over your breast before circling it on your nipple. You threw your head back in a high moan, the shiver it sent through you mixing with the heat coagulated in the small of your back.

Jiraiya's breathing picked up, his ears perking at your sound. His teeth clamped harder with the wood giving way and splintering. You jolted out of the slight trance, pulling the popsicle from your nipple and fluttering your eyes.

Jiraiya was unfazed, however, spitting whatever wood had lodged in his mouth and easing himself back into the room.

He fell to his knees, fists clenched before his kneecaps to show restraint.

"Don't neglect the other one," he urged, inching closer to you.

You spared a slightly embarrassed grin, lowering the popsicle to your other nipple and circling it there. You keened, spreading your knees apart at the sensation before pulling it away.

You brought your poor, violated popsicle to eye level. It was a half-nub of soft pink ice dangling on the wooden stick; you brought it between your lips, held it there while you stared hungrily at Jiraiya.

Before you could order him, Jiraiya found his cue. He cut closer to you, finding your lips and sharing what little of the popsicle was left. The heat of his mouth melted it just before your teeth and you messily slurped the remaining juice away.

Your husband's tongue pushed inside your cool mouth, warming your gums and bedding your tepid tongue. You whined into his mouth, your hands grabbing at the fabric of his pants.

His growl was possessive over you, making your skin liven with a new jolt. Jiraiya's hand slipped casually along your bare knee before slipping under the robe you were wearing to meet your already wet clit.

You heaved, pulling into him with a breathy keen when he flicked his thumb across it.

"Such a dirty girl," Jiraiya scolded, pulling away to nuzzle your nose. "And a horny one at that."

You swooned at his words holding a distinct gravel, one that would talk you out of panties every single time.

You shifted your body closer to him, pressing your breasts to his clean robes before he snarled and lunged forward, carefully easing you on your back.

"I've been patient," Jiraiya began, "because you are with my pup. But darling, you've made a treat of yourself."

You tried at a prideful smirk that was quickly swiped off your face when Jiraiya expertly peeled his pants down to reveal his hard cock.

Your breath hitched, picking up the more you stared at it rubbing against your bare thigh.

"Savor me," you mewed, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

"To the last drop," he hummed, nuzzling to your neck and starting at the sticky cherry there.

You raised your knee to rub at Jiraiya's waist, feeling him switch between his tongue and lips in the sticky trail you wove.

Each swirl of his tongue made your toes curl, wanting to hold him in place until you willed yourself to cum.

His deep groans vibrated through you, his hot breath being pleasant and prickling. Sweat pooled down your back, your hands running through Jiraiya's long white hair.

Your arms crossed tightly along his wide back, wanting to tear the clothes from his body to feel all of him. Your body felt electrified, wanting more of your husband than physically possible.

To punctuate his first trek, Jiraiya found your lips again and shared the salty-sweet mixture of your sweat and the popsicle.

Hungrily, you clawed at his robes, carelessly undressing him before roaming your hands up and along his scarred chest.

Your hands slid down to his hips, raising your knee to shrug the rest of his pants down. You wanted him stark naked, touching and caressing his back with a few deeper moans.

Jiraiya's hand reached to caress your stomach, earning a lively energy in return. His palm coasted over your skin, feeling the small zips between his and yours.

He parted with a pant, his dark eyes blown with lust. His fingers caressed your soft lips, earning your tongue following after them.

"You are so beautiful," he panted, leaning in to lap at your throat.

You extended your neck, feeling Jiraiya's tongue backpedal down your body, sliding over your chest before kissing between your breasts.

You groaned, carding your fingers through Jiraiya's soft hair while he sunk down your body; his band slid off in your hands but he wasn't deterred from his path.

Jiraiya glanced up from under his brows, a darkened look in his eye, taking your breasts in his hands. He massaged carefully, his thumbs circling over your nipples before turning to one and sliding it past his lips.

Your leg hooked over Jiraiya's bare thigh, closing your eyes while your fingers massaged at his scalp. His tongue lolled around the sensitive nub before suckling gently, causing your hand to tighten in his hair.

It was too sensitive then, such a harsh internal tickling that made you want to pull Jiraiya off of you.

"T-too much," you tried, pleading and breathy, though Jiraiya was hard to dissuade.

His other hand slowly drifted down your body, from your breast, over your stomach before reaching to rub at your clit. You careened, wanting to clasp your legs together to deter him from continuing.

Jiraiya parted his lips to huff on your nipple, another harsh feeling of warmth towards your sensitivity. He offered a breathy amused huff at your squirming, his hand now scrubbing in small circles.

Your hand reached to grab his wrist to stop him, your face scrunched in a masochistic sense. The pain and pleasure warred on your face between your furrowed brow to your tightly bitten lip.

"Jiraiya, please," you pleaded, wanting his lips to soothe the heightened sensitivity.

"Oh," Jiraiya responded, condescending yet soft as he curled his fingers away. "Too much?"

You tried at a nod, your face melting to your pitifully knitted brows downturned with your bitten lip swelling to a pout.

"Honey," Jiraiya cooed, distracting you with a few tender kisses to your cheek. "My love, how precious."

His fingers pet down from your clit, earning a twitch of your knee before sliding two inside your pussy and curling them instantly. Your legs came apart at that, your chest puffing with a sharp intake.

Your hand clasping his wrist gripped tighter, attempting to pull him out and further into you at the same time. Your other hand hovered over your mouth to hide your ecstatic noises.

Jiraiya lowered his deviant smile to your other nipple, taking it in his mouth and suckling harder than before. Your knee tried to batter at his side, wanting to shove him off of you though it was starting to feel better.

Your breath picked up more, your knee slowly running up Jiraiya's side. You arched your back, feeling his intricate fingers pump into you.

You jolted at the sudden pull from your nipple with Jiraiya slowly pulling away with a pale white trickle in the corner of his mouth.

"Jiraiya," you crooned, taking his face in both of your hands while your cheeks blushed in mortification. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, leaving a shiver through your body.

He carefully prodded his tongue to the corner of his mouth, licking up the milk. "It's sweet."

He ignored you, shifting you back down before lining his cock. Jiraiya slowly sank into your pussy, taking the back of your knee and folding it back to your stomach.

You whined, feeling your body tighten around him. Your hands on his face curled around his neck, pulling him close to share his body heat.

Jiraiya hovered over your face, catching the tip of your nose with his.

"I want to taste it again," Jiraiya whispered, grabbing your hip with his free hand to start a softer stride.

He was larger than remembered, conforming to all your softness with his firm girth. Your body pressed closer to him, forcing your weight to his shoulder before shifting him on his back.

Jiraiya's eyes widened at the action, even more at the sight of his voluptuous wife on top of him. His cock hit deeper then, causing you to press your knees into his hips.

You rested your hands to your husband's scarred chest; the plump, shiny scars rippling from the center of his ribs and out to decorate his skin.

Jiraiya rested up on his elbow, watching you write on him and working up the strength to move. His other hand went for your hip, slowly guiding you up on his cock then back down with a satisfying yet agonizing plop.

He groaned, no longer hiding his nose trickling with blood again.

"Just like that, take it slowly," Jiraiya instructed, leaning back further to watch the view of you, bouncing on him, and his cock sinking between your full hips.

He threw his head back in a low moan, his teeth gritting to hide the want to take charge again. You keened on him, plopping down again and clenching your knees harder, your clit smushing to his pubic bone.

"Come on, darling, keep going," Jiraiya hid a whimper, his hand on your hip striding to your clit. His thumb circled it slowly, pushing himself up to take your leaking nipple in his mouth.

You seized on him in an instant, your hands quickly turning to fists to tenderly batter his shoulders. The sensitivity was too much, less of the euphoric kind and more of the ticklish type.

He laughed, low yet boastful, against your chest.

"You don't know what to do with yourself, do you?" he asked.

You shook your head, your eyebrows knitting together in a strain. Jiraiya nodded back at you, pulling his hand back to guide you up and down on his cock.

"It's alright, my love. I'll show you," he said, the husk flowing from his voice. "You'll get there, soon. I'll make it so."

You shook your head again, denying his statement though your stomach felt full of butterflies. Every time you took him in, you felt closer to losing strength, wanting to give him everything he wanted.

Jiraiya was patient, following your slow movements on his cock, milking him so deliberately and delicately. You whined when you sank down hard on him, grinding your slightly abandoned clit to his waist.

"You'll get there," Jiraiya repeated, tracing his hand back a final time and flattening his thumb to your clit. "I'll make it so."

You got caught up, your knees trying to squeeze tighter around your husband's firm waist. Your hips stuttered on him, grinding yourself on his lap while your battering fists calmed and curled around him.

You took his mouth with yours, moaning highly into it while you pressed yourself as tight as possible to him. Your sensitive nipples heaved against the ridges of his scars, gaining more from your orgasm on Jiraiya.

He hummed in response, his arms closing around your waist before using his hand to bounce your butt in efforts to wiggle your hips on his cock. Jiraiya came undone soon after, growling effectively in your mouth and earning more gushing from you.

You pulled away to catch your breath, feeling Jiraiya suddenly harder and firmer inside you. You refused to lean away from him, obsessed with the touch of his damp skin and sweet mouth.

You tried to unclamp your knees from him, ready to lie beside him but was stuck on his lap. With a dull glare at Jiraiya and his sudden avoiding gaze, you planted your feet up at his sides, looking down to see your pervert husband's cock planted firmly inside you.

"Jiraiya," you tried in a scold.

Jiraiya nervously grinned, still avoiding your eyes. "Yes, my beautiful girl?"

"You knotted me, you perverted bastard!" Your hand turned into a fist again, battering at his chest.

"It's just that you're so sexy, my love," Jiraiya hummed with praise, curling his finger behind your ear as if to tuck a hair back.

"Deflate it right now," you ordered, trying to ignore the delicacy of him inside your pussy.

"Wish I could, darling," he sweet-talked, leaning into you before glomping on top of you. "We'll be stuck like this for some time."

He nuzzled under your chin, emanating a loud purr and petting softly at your stomach that you couldn't help but swoon to.

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[thetoaddaddy]

Hopefully, I'm not too late to send this in. (Pairing: Kira and Jiraiya)

Name: Something real loving and cute. That really shows how appreciated this one is. Tamako. Which means precious stone.

Gender: Female

General appearance: She’s a nice blend of her parents. Kira’s colouring with Jiraiya’s features. So face wise she’s a pretty version of her papa. She got long reddish brown hair and is more on the lithe side.

Personality: Lil shit.

Special Talents: Gettin in all kinds of trouble.

Who they like better: She’s a daddy’s girl. Only because he can barely find it in him to punish her when she gets in trouble.

Who they take after more: She’s as feral as Jiraiya was when he was a kid. Goblin energy.

Personal headcanon: She stresses Kira out with her antics. Jiraiya often apologizes that his feral genes passed on so strongly to their offspring.

ankle biter. Gotta hold her by the scruff and make sure she doesn’t claw people up. Look at that smile shes plottin something.

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[suvidrache]

NSFW Alphabet - Jiraiya

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 535 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

A: Aftercare - What they're like after sex?

- Very romantic, will get you anything you need, clean you up, and cuddle you. Before the event, he would lay petals around and either lit candles or fake candles (so nothing catches on fire).

B: Body Part - Their favorite part of themselves/you?

- His dick. If he must pick something else, his arms. Your boobs and/or ass.

C: Cum - Taste, texture, etc?

- White, slightly salty.

D: Dirty Secret

- He gets himself off in your lingerie. He always cleans up so there's no evidence left behind.

E: Experience - How much experience do they have?

- Lots, he paid prostitutes before he met you. He also writes novels. 

F: Favorite Position

- Lotus, missionary, the ones that have you face him. He'd be willing to do different positions if you want. He's tried just about all of them at one point or another.

G: Goofy - How are they: serious, funny, etc?

- Neither, he's not super serious. If you're nervous, he may tell a few jokes to make you laugh. He wants you to be comfortable. 

H: Hair - Shaved, not shaved, color?

- White, unshaven.

I: Intimacy - How are they romantically?

- Very romantic and will mark you. If you don't want your marks to be visible, he may give a few just to mess with you, like on your collarbone, which is easy to hide but could be visible. All others he gives you will be hidden. 

J: Jack Off - How often do they masturbate?

- Once or twice a day, sometimes three.

K: Kink - Their kinks?

- Marking, you pulling his hair, overstimulation, edging, squirting.

L: Location - Favorite place(s) to do it?

- Anywhere, anytime you let him.

M: Motivation - What gets them into it?

- Anything revealing. He takes what he can get. Tank tops, shorts, strapless dresses, crop tops. Tight clothing, leggings, tight-fitting shirts. Lingerie. 

N: No - Will not do/turns them off?

- Anything painful, anything with blood (period sex not included), anything that will harm you both. Threesomes.

O: Oral - Giving, receiving, skill?

- Very skilled. Loves both giving and receiving. However, he does like giving more because he likes pleasing you.

P: Pace - Fast, rough, slow, etc?

- Slow and hard, but will change if that's what you want.

Q: Quickie - How often?

- As often as you would like!

R: Risk - Willing to take risks/experiment?

- It depends on what it is. If it brings harm, no. 

S: Stamina - How long/many rounds can they go?

- 4/5 rounds for about 50 minutes. 

T: Toys - Do they have any/will they use them?

- If you want him to use them, he will.

U: Unfair - How much do they tease?

- Quite a bit, he just likes hearing you beg for him sometimes.

V: Volume - How loud are they?

- Not super loud, but not quiet.

W: Wild Card - Something random?

- Would maybe want to do some role-playing, however, he would never mention this.

X: X-Ray - Size, appearance, etc?

- 7. Some noticeable veins. Cut.

Y: Yearning - How high is their sex drive?

- Very high, would do you every day of the week if you let him.

Z: ZZZ - How quickly do they fall asleep?

- As soon as you're taken care of and you fall asleep first.

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[cursedfortune]

She's unfortunate enough to have a large man with a white mane of hair sidle up next to her, beaming down at her, bottle of sake in one hand. "What do you say to free drinks from one JIRAIYA THE GALLANT, THE LEGENDARY TOAD SAGE, THE GREAT SANNIN... sound? In exchange for my having the lovely gift of your company tonight?" Yes, he's never met this woman in his life, has no idea who she is, but -- he's lonely and this is his last resort. At this point, he's used to being rejected.

@primogemhunter

As if she didn't know who he was - her age far exceeding her appearance as she stared at the man who joined her. It would seem he was ready to begin his adventure into drinking the night away; as well, that no one else seemed to wish to listen to the boisterous man - regardless of his status. Lucky for him, however, the witch hardly minded his behavior.

"I do not need to be bribed to spend time with you, lovely." Mortem answered quite simply, cutting through the offer in favor of replacing it with something different. One that didn't require him to feel like he needed to give her something for the sake of enduring his company. To begin a conversation with such foundation would only set a precedent should they ever do this again - and that just wouldn't do. Besides, to want the company of another was not something one should pay for (excluding jobs, that is). Was he like her, that of a lonely soul? Or merely one that enjoyed socializing? It mattered not, she didn't see the need for him to pay for her to simply engage with him.

The witch's hand lifted as she rested her chin upon the back of it, watching him with eyes blacker than the night itself. A distinct lack of any reflection, save for when the light caught just right and revealed that these were eyes she easily saw in the dark with. A pretty face, a lurking beast - or perhaps worse, that of a force that was so often indiscriminate of what she did with others (good or ill). Was that what he wished to keep for company? Was he willing to dare? Maybe he was used to being rejected by others, given how the patrons of this place did so easily. But was he used to engaging with a creature - something unlike him, far from human despite the face she was born with.

Mortem stared into Jiraiya's eyes; ashen lips curving into a friendly smile despite the air around her carrying the potential of violence. Yet the duality existed so easily with her, docile for now despite always being ready to change her tune (should it be warranted). "I welcome you, Great Sannin. I would appreciate the company." And though her expression could have slipped into something cruel or vague; she instead relaxed, her smile easing into something friendly for now but no less sincere.

#primogemhunter #asks #this is cute wtf. as if she'd turned away such a neat guy from hanging out. witch thought his tales were neat already

[smutteedreams]

DADDY'S GOOD GIRL

Jiraiya x reader

WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, mirror sex, rough sex (vaginal), use of title (daddy), mention of toys

a/n- this one's dedicated to @mal-the-konohoe....from one jiraiya hoe to another

"C'mon now darling, you really didn't think I'd let you off the hook after you've teased me all day did you?"

You whined in desperation for more, trapped between the bulky frame of the sage and your desk, embarassed at your needy face in the reflection on the mirror. He brought his mouth close to your ear, brushing against your earlobe and said- "oh you did huh?"

He pressed himself further into your body, his painfully hard erection pressed snug against the curve of your ass. He wanted to ruin you, even more so then as you looked so vulnerable in your ripped clothes and torn panties that pooled at your ankles, but Jiraiya was a patient man- after all, the satisfaction of reducing you to a whiny, needy, pleading mess, all fucked-out and drunk on his cock was worth it.

He spread your legs, dragging his length over your pussy lips, swollen from the numerous slaps he landed on it minutes ago and denying the orgasm that almost washed over you. You arched your back and moaned lewdly, urging him to relent to your needs.

You felt him spread your lips and slowly, almost too slowly, slide in. He fucked you lazily with just the tip in, keeping your body still as you tried to fuck him back to feel more of him, feeding your hunger yet leaving you terribly empty.

"So impatient for an old man like me, tch."

"Jiraiya pl-please ughh..."

"Go on, tell me. Now's not the time for you to be shy my love. Teasing me during meetings and in front of the Hokage, brushing your hand past me while walking, wearing that sweet little smile- you've been testing me all day."

His usually jovious voice turned dark and husky in an instant as his eyes became foreboding of what your body might have to endure.

You squirmed and twitched in his grip under his ruthlessly slow teasing and the abundance of hickeys and wet, sloppy kisses he was leaving all over your neck, shoulders, and the sweet spot just below your ear.

"Daddy please...its too much, I need- AHH!"

Without warning Jiraiya bent you over the desk, pressing your face against the mirror as he mercilessly rammed into you, pulling out all the way and then thrusting back, over and over, making the furniture rattle furiously.

No coherent thoughts remained as he drilled himself into you and you drooled all over the glass of the mirror, all the while watching him dig his nails into the plump flesh of your ass and biting his lower lip at the sight of your arched, helpless body. His hips rolled in deep, pervading thrusts that reached unimaginable penetration, stretching out your walls- you could feel him in your stomach.

"T-too m...much daddy please...it hurts!" You whined and begged as he brushed against your cervix.

"Aww baby, its too much for you? It hurts? Then cry for me". The thinly veiled fake pity drove you insane as he accentuated the words with a particularly harsh and unyielding thrust that ripped a scream from your coarse throat and welled up tears in your eyes.

Your eyes shut as the blinding pain and pleasure consumed you. His hands roamed to your breasts, pinching and rolling the erect buds between this thumb and index, kneading the supple flesh and using them as leverage to yank you back to meet his thrusts.

You gushed all over his cock as your thighs quivered and body grew limp after a prolonged bout of immeasurable pleasure- beads of sweat made strands of hair cling to your forehead and neck, your eyelids felt heavy. Regaining your breath, you stood up straight but to your horror, Jiraiya seemed nowhere near done with you as he brought a spreader bar out.

"Now then, lay on the bed like a good little girl, will ya?"

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[imaginativeamateur]

|Headcanons| Cuddling {Part 3}

Part 1   Part 2

Naruto, Shikamaru, Sai, Neji

Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto is generous in everything

including cuddling

he would be willing to do all kinds of activities when having you close to his body

when he is cuddling with you before bed, he would keep you accompanied by telling you anything that crosses his mind

if he is cuddling you in the early morning, it would be quiet because Naruto is a deep sleeper

it would likely be you ogling at his cute, contented face while resting your chin on his chest

if you two are lounging on the couch for a lazy afternoon, he prefers to have you on his lap, snuggling into his arms

he would cradle you to bed if you fall asleep afterward

when he is tired after training with Jiraiya, you would run your fingers down his back to give him a soft massage while he lies on his stomach

when you are drained, Naruto would let you have full access to his chest as he peppers kisses on your head

cuddling with him is your ultimate cure to any sickness.

Shikamaru Nara

Shikamaru is a passive man

so you would get even more cuddling time

instead of lying in bed or slugging on the couch, you two would be cloud watching on the grass

or maybe stargazing if it’s night time

you would spread one of your arms across his chest

and he would wrap his arm around your back, occasionally reaching up to smooth your hair

Shikamaru won’t talk much since he likes to spend as much time as possible just to appreciate the beauty of nature

and of the person beside him

if you accidentally fall asleep in the process, he would give a light chuckle and hug you tighter

being an inert man he is, Shikamaru would lay there for you to use his chest for as long as you want

if it’s already late and you two need to go back, he would shower you with little pecks on your cheeks until your eyes flutter open

if it’s the early morning and you wakes up before he does, you would spot a slight frown on his lips

so you engulf him in a hug by throwing your arms around his neck

and he instantaneously relaxes his features

cuddling is Shikamaru’s way of rejuvenating.

Sai

Sai would be very awkward at the mention of cuddling

and he would pull you into his arms, more like squeezing you against his chest

until you squirm around for air, he would then release his grip

he would eventually learn how to cuddle properly

Sai would totally pull on new cuddling positions from the books he read

and he would take note of the ones that you like best for the future days to come

if you are up before he is, feel free to snuggle closely because the man would unconsciously lean into your warmth when he sleeps

but if he is awake before you are, Sai would first take a deep breath to remind him that this is real

and he would give your forehead a kiss then pull you into his chest

he prefers both spooning you and being spooned by you

when he is the big spoon, he plays with your hands and rests his chin on your head

when you are the big spoon, Sai would melt if you rub soft circles on his shoulder

overall, he only wants to spend time with you after a long day.

Neji Hyuuga

The man would choke on his water when you say you want to cuddle him

Neji would be imagining all the possible outcomes before he hesitantly nods

but when he’s cuddling close to you, all his earlier plan astray

he would lay on his side and drape his arm around you out of instinct

and when he finally realizes what’s happening, he would try to pull his hand back

but you stop him and interlace your fingers

and the man would literally dissolve 

after a few times, it becomes Neji’s habit to snuggle into the crook of your neck

because that’s the warmest place

and he can smell your comforting scent

he would prefer to be the big spoon because he sees you as his cute, little baby that he needs to protect

but he would also enjoy the moments when you are the big spoon because he feels cared for

the best place for cuddling with Neji would be the couch since it’s convenient to wrap your arms around each other for some movies or just short breaks during the day.

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