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Between Light and Dark - Naruto x fem!reader x Sasuke

an: this was my first forte into writing with Naruto characters, it's a little old now and I think my writing has improved but I still adore this story and thought it might be fun to post over here. All of my own design, no request for this filth!

pairing: Naruto Uzimaki x fem!reader x Sasuke Uchiha

warnings: NSFW, post canon events, canon divergent, set when Naruto is Hokage, angst, hurt/comfort, mmf threesome, spanking, discussion of punishment, brat behaviour, oral sex f!receiving and m!receiving, gagging, unprotected sex, lil aftercare

You had really done it this time.

There would be no gentle slap on the wrists after this stunt, no way. True you hadn't risked any lives, no damage had been done to the Village, and the people were still safe and happy in their blissful ignorance, but you had overstepped the mark, big time.

It had to have been discovered by now, a gnaw of guilt ate at your stomach, yet the smirk that graced your lips could not be denied. Could you laugh your way out of it, it was, after all, a practical joke? That seemed unlikely, you knew how closely guarded the Anbu were about their uniform and their masks.

Masks that were to protect identities, although there had been notable exceptions throughout the years. Everyone had seemed to know of Kakashi of the Sharingan, despite the fox mask that concealed his face from view, not that your sensei had ever minded that knowledge. Although the bright crimson eye was sure to be a giveaway in that particular instance.

Your own mask sat nestled safely in a drawer in your bedroom, unused in almost a year. Taking it out only brought pain, not the stab of a blade, more like a thousand tiny papercuts that shredded at your heart and brought forth the twisted rage that festered in your mind.

One accident, one mistake, and you were benched. Forced on to the sidelines under the disguise of recovery. It was fucking bullshit, and everyone knew it. You were more than strong enough to rejoin the ranks, a shadow in the night to be feared and yet they would not allow it.

It was them that you wanted to protect, every fibre of your being demanding that you seek out and eliminate any threat that would wish them harm, but no. It was unfair, a cruel punishment for a slip up that could not have been foreseen, not even with the fucking Rinnegan.

A quick peek around the curtains that were pulled shut, keeping prying eyes out of your home. The sun may have risen, the day begun, but you were not going to open these today, for fear of what you would be greeted with if you did.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, your home edged the central hub of the Village, allowing for peace when desired, but close enough to still feel a part of the hubbub. Konoha awoke to a beautiful spring day, the hustle of people beginning their day, and no one was aware of the fiendish prank that had been played.

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It had taken weeks of preparation, information gathering from the people you considered your closest friends, and all the while you had imagined the looks on their faces when it was finally discovered. You could already see the deep scowls, the twist of lips turned down in displeasure, brows furrowed, and the tightening of such strong hands.

They deserved it; no one treated you like an invalid or incapable. You were just as strong as them, this they knew as you delighted in proving it time and again in your youth. A once Captain in the Anbu, you could have been so much more, but this was the life you had chosen, to protect them.

The perfect opportunity had been presented last night; a rare evening out that all Anbu were attending. It was almost unheard of for no one to remain on duty, but it had been an official decree from the Hokage himself, and therefore not to be refused. Of course, he would order a night off for them, far too soft-hearted for his own good, but you weren't going to rail too much, he had unknowingly gifted you an excellent chance to pull this off.

It had not been difficult to infiltrate their shared locker room; you knew every building in Konoha like the back of your hand. You had treated it much like the rigorous exercise regime that you continued to push yourself through each and every day without fail. Determined not to lose the strength and power that was tightly coiled within your body, ready to be unleashed at a mere moment's notice.

Slipping into the shadows, becoming a part of them until they curled around your lithe frame, a welcoming extension of your body and so very eager to follow your commands. The last straggler ran to catch up their friend, and in you slipped before the door had a chance to close.

Nimble fingers picked each lock with startling ease, it was lucky that you had not chosen a criminal path to follow, surely you would have made an excellent cat burglar and the idea tickled you immensely. Each matching uniform was gathered into a large bundle and carried into the adjoining bathing room where they were placed into the various Hinoki buckets that littered the room.

A large bottle of dye shook in your hands, this was it, your last chance to walk away from this, no harm done. The debate was over quickly, the cap unscrewed by a determined hand and added to each of the tubs, a quick stir and it was done.

As the dye did its job, you took to eyeing the beautifully decorated masks that hung in each locker, but surely they could use some more embellishment? The click of removing the lid on the first permanent marker, a smirk that stretched your face until it hurt, and you were lost in artistic freedom.

You eyed the masterpieces almost appraisingly, each mask now merely a canvas for the agony, shame, and anger that warred within you constantly. A young Naruto would have been proud of your work, and that brief thought made your heart tug painfully until you shook it away.

You could not afford such thoughts and memories, not now.

After the excess water had been wrung from each garment then pegged up to dry on a makeshift line that you strung up in the bathing room, you eyed your handiwork and a satisfied sigh left your mouth. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, if you could not be an Anbu, well neither could they, not with these uniforms and masks.

The vividly bright pink was an utter eyesore, it stained every piece with its intense colour, and pair that with the outrageously graffiti covered masks, they would never be taken seriously. It would be practically impossible to remain aloof, hidden by shadows in this lurid colour and that effectively rendered them powerless.

It was wicked, cruel, and perhaps unforgivable, but words had done you no good. The many times you had appealed to them, almost ready to beg on your knees, but never quite giving in to the submission that it would require. This was not the fault of your fellow Anbu, but there were always innocent casualties in war, and this indeed was a war in your eyes, and you would not lose.

~

The day passed, uneventful as most others were, but with each tick of the clock, your stomach knotted more tightly. Insides that writhed incessantly, your feet pacing a continuous loop of your small home, freezing at each slight noise that met your ears. You would drive yourself mad at this rate.

Who would come? Which one would be tasked with bringing you to justice?

This was what you thought over most as the day wore on, you knew instinctively that it would be one of them, they would entrust no one else with this mission. You weighed up the options, did you truly have a preference as to who would appear? No, not really.

Your prank could hardly be deemed an outside threat, therefore it seemed unlikely for it to him, but then again, maybe Lord Seventh did not wish to sully his hands with you over this childish stunt? That only made you bristle all the more, you had taken to only referring to him as his official title, flat out refusing to acknowledge him by name. You had seen the flash of sorrow in his blue eyes, quickly hidden by his will to 'protect' you, each and every time you refused to meet his eye fully.

It hurt more than him, you regarded him as one of the most important people in your life, yet he was hurting you and did not seem keen to stop anytime soon. By the same token, you refused to address the 'Shadow Hokage' by his name, there was no sorrow in his sharp eyes, but there was a prominent tick in his jaw that not even he could mask.

The two most important men in your life, and they were trying to treat you with kid gloves, didn't they understand how demeaning that was to you? Did they no longer trust you to watch their backs as you had done for so many years?

The tears fall, silent and scalding as they track down your cheeks. There is no use in crying, it solves nothing and with that you push them away and straighten your spine, daring another peek behind the still drawn curtains.

It was killing you not knowing what was going on, there was no way that your actions had not been uncovered, maybe they suspected another for the prank? That thought was unwelcome, guilt burned in your soul at someone else being blamed for your deed. You would not allow for another to be punished for your crime. Biting at your nails you flitted over the idea of heading straight to the Hokage's office to turn yourself in.

The sun was setting by this point, you had tugged on some black leggings and a simple cropped workout top, ready to head out and face your punishment like a big girl, and then it happened.

An almost imperceptible noise from the living area, most would not have even heard it, but your hearing was as sensitive as any canines and possibly even rivalled that of the Inuzuka's. Braced against your bedroom wall, you slowly peered around the edge of the open door.

A dark shadow moved almost too quickly for you to follow, and then he was in your face.

Towering over you as the mismatched eyes smouldered with annoyance, the tick was working his freshly shaved jaw as the gasp left your lips. His raven hair fell forward as he tilted his head to the side, taking in your appearance far too slowly, almost predatory, and you wished you could step back, but were blocked by a very solid wall.

"I assume you expected me?" he merely whispered, his deep voice washing through you and doing unspeakable things to your insides. It had been a long time since those brief months of passion, the wildfire that had ripped through the pair of you and left many bedsheets torn asunder from the intensity of the love-making.

You would not be swept down memory lane, not now, you would pound all thoughts of jumping into his arms and fucking him senseless into the ground. This was your war, and this merely the opening gambit.

"And why exactly should I be expecting you?" you retorted, proud that your voice did not waver. Your eyes had already dipped down, refusing to look at him directly as you had been doing for almost a year now.

The hand was lightning fast, finger and thumb gripping your chin in a tight hold as he forced your face up and the rumble of irritation from the depths of his chest sparked a burning desire between your legs. Damn your traitorous body!

A scoff of derision lifted his lips out of the scowl that was on his darkly handsome face. The arrogance of his youth had smoothed out over the years, but that smirk was like a mirror to his past self, and you loved it. Adored that you had caused it, your little stunt bringing forth that old spark of self-confidence and cocky exterior that had once so riled you.

You could feel the intense searing heat of his body as he invaded your personal space, you didn't think he could get any closer until he did. Trying to slide yourself out from his body, the other hand lifted and flattened against the wall, right by your head.

"Running somewhere y/n? Surely you don't have anywhere else to be..." he hissed lowly, and the hit of those words was like a physical slap, a low blow indeed from the Uchiha. Clearly, he was not in the mood for playing around.

Shoving with all your strength you dislodged him enough to stride from the room, turning to watch him follow you into the living space. He had the audacity to smile at you as you put the small kitchen island between you, noting that his familiar cloak was already draped over the stool.

How long had he been in your home before you noticed his presence?

It was hard not to fantasize about the possibilities that having the Uchiha alone in your home for the first time in years brought to the surface. Would he accept extracting a punishment for you in the form of sexual favour, did you dare even suggest it? You knew what he liked, could turn it on with the lowering of your lashes, letting yourself submit to his wishes.

Right now you were still maintaining innocence, but it would not last much longer.

Arms crossed over your chest, you cocked your hip in hopes of giving off a look of confidence and indifference, "why are you here oh mighty Shadow Hokage? Surely I am not an outside threat to the Village?" you growled.

His jaw clenched once again, and you wondered over the reason for it. That was until the Sharingan activated, bathing you in the crimson intensity from the one red eye and the vivid purple of the other, so his emotions were heightened, interesting...

You were almost glad that he had come, the other option might have been more difficult to fight against. This way you could bare your teeth and not fear inflicting lasting emotional pain, the Uchiha had taken your harshness on more than one occasion. He could handle it, absorb it, or mould it into something else depending on his mood, and you wondered again what would happen this night.

His mouth opened, but before he could speak two loud knocks sounded on your front door, heavy and ominous. Your gaze ripped to the door, brows drawn up in genuine shock. The bastard looked smug, leaning against the wall that you would have to pass to get to the door, he knew something you didn't and it filled you with a cold dread.

Another knock sounded, a fist thundered once making the solid wood door rattle in its frame. Someone was desperate to come in, and it took all your courage to force your legs into motion, the limbs frozen in confusion and the first wash of fear.

You eyed the Uchiha as you slipped past him as quickly as you could manage, hearing the faint chuckle that made you want to grind your teeth, but that would only serve in humouring him more. His black shirt stretched over his lean chest, his sleeves were rolled to the elbows and that minor detail almost had you pausing, that wasn't right...

Swallowing thickly you unlocked the door, and threw it open, much like ripping off a band-aid. The last rays of the setting sun formed a perfect blazing halo around the frame of the tall blonde man before you.

Both? They both had come for you... well shit!

It would seem unusual for such a dark look to grace the Hokage's face, he was well known for his light-hearted nature, kind and openly compassionate almost to a fault. Yet you were used to this particular look, it was the one he always wore in your presence these days, only seeing it through lowered eyes as you furiously refused to meet his gaze.

As you stared, dumbfounded at him, a burn was building in your throat and you wanted to slam the door shut. To push both men away until you were once again alone with your misery and barbed anger, it was too much. Had they planned it this way?

He was inside with the door pressed closed behind him before you noticed that either of you had moved, and it was much too hot in the small space.

"Good evening Lord Seventh, how interesting to find you here of all places," drawled the bastard raven haired male at your back. He was closer again, having pressed further along the wall towards the door where you and he stood.

Your eyes had not moved from his face, watching the myriad of emotions flicker over his handsome face like clouds passing through the sky. It was hard to forget the happier memories that you held of him, the times you had laughed together, fought, and trained together, teasing the Uchiha to within an inch of his sanity, and most importantly the love that you had felt.

Almost no one was aware that you had spent an equal amount of time with both men in the past, and yet the friendship had never been affected madness, but it had worked out by some miracle. There had never been an ounce of jealousy between the three of you, both relationships had been uniquely different; with the Uchiha, it had been intense, soul-searing, and filled with dark desires that had made your toes curl and your body ignite. With the Uzumaki it had been tender, brimming with warmth, a heated exploration that came with learning every inch of each other's bodies, and the absolute trust that was placed in one another.

The one thing that overlapped in both short relationships was the unconditional love; neither had worked out long term but that love had remained like an ever-burning flame that refused to be snuffed out. You had tried your best to extinguish it this past year, the fury you wore like a tightly drawn cape turned you cruel and unkind to your friends, but they had deserved it, right?

Now things weren't quite so clear anymore.

"Good evening Sasuke, y/n." he crooned, one hand lifting to run through his mischievous golden hair, pushing back the bangs that tried to fall into his crystal blue eyes. He wasn't wearing his usual orange tunic with the black trim, instead, a crisp white shirt rested on his broad chest, and you spied the way his sleeves were also rolled up.

He swept off the familiar cape of the Hokage, pegging it up on the coat rack that hung by the door as if he were an invited guest into your home, his shoes already kicked off and next to yours. This small detail had you swinging around for the first time since opening the door, your gaze falling to the Uchiha's feet, and sure enough, he was barefoot, so where were his shoes?

The Uzumaki took a step towards you, and you backed up, straight into a hard body. Their eyes met above your head, some internal conversation taking place that you had no part in, a tremble coursed up your spine and you felt suddenly very thirsty.

Your hair is swept over one shoulder, two fingers twirling a strand idly as a warm mouth lowers to your ear. Eyes locked with the Uzumaki, his own glittering with some unknown emotion, his mouth set in a determined line and a tiny 'v' between his brows as the Uchiha coos in your ear, "you have guests y/n, shouldn't you invite them into the living area?"

His voice blazes through your veins, burning them with feelings you have not felt for an age, leaving nothing but charred ash in its wake. How are you meant to form words whilst trapped between these two men? Caught between purest darkness and blinding light, gulping audibly you lick at your parched lips.

"Do come in Lord Seventh, and Shadow Hokage." you purred, rolling the titles in your mouth, determined to make them sound most indecent, wanting to fluster them.

The twin sound of breath catching in throats makes you smile, they might have won the first round with this double ambush, but it was round two to you as you managed to pull enough confidence to saunter away, hips swaying in the tight black leggings you wore.

They followed in silence and the faintest pink that stained the Uzumaki's cheeks and the Uchiha's ears was another point in your favour. You threw yourself on the sofa, arms crossed defiantly over your chest as you eyed the two men, daring them to make their next move.

"Do you know why we have come?" Lord Seventh asks quietly, choosing to take a seat next to you, sitting on the edge and turning his body so he can see your face clearly. The Uchiha remains standing, one foot lifted against the wall, the black has returned to his eye and that could only mean business.

You don't like this serious version of the Hokage, longing for the times where he would laugh so hard at your jokes that he snorted like a pig. Those days seem like a millennia ago, too much has changed since then and it was heartbreaking to think that you might never hear that laugh again.

If they are going to treat you like a brat then you were damn well going to act like one, it'll be more fun that way. "Enlighten me oh great one," you mutter, wafting your hand in the air, mocking his status openly and without fear.

"Watch your mouth y/n or I will put it to other use!" the Uchiha snarls yet remains frozen in his position. The blonde lifts a placating hand, his cheeks are twitching making the whisker marks dance and for a second you think he is going to give you that smile, the dazzling one full of teeth and joy, but no.

"Are you telling me that it wasn't you that defaced the entirety of the Anbu's uniforms and masks? Should we be searching for another to take the punishment for the crime?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking far too mature and grounded.

Well, he had you there, there was no way you would let another take the fall for a crime they had not committed, but you hadn't wanted to admit it quite yet. You had to think fast, a quick glimpse at the Uchiha who continues to watch you like a hawk, one brow cocked as if he knows you are up to some kind of bullshit.

"Whatever could you mean by that? Defaced in what way?" you asked innocently, tipping your head to the side, allowing your hair to fall over one shoulder, and baring your neck at the blonde. The bob of his Adam's apple felt like another point to you, the way his eye lingered on your pulse point, exactly where he used to like to leave his mark.

His rough voice is laced with control that had not been present until this point, a peek at his hands shows that they are gripping his knee tightly, one thick vein protruding from the skin and it made you smile, a sly smile that stroked at your confidence.

"The uniforms were dyed a very vivid pink, and the masks – well let's just say they were... marked."

You chuckled darkly, "oh I would say that the uniforms and masks were merely improved. They looked very fetching in that particular shade of pink." And with those biting words you had taken ownership of the deed, you would face whatever punishment they felt befitted the crime.

Your hands lifted to either side of your mouth in mock aghast at your 'confession', one hand moved to your parted lips, a finger slipping inside until you bit down on the pad and indented the flesh.

"Oh no, what have I done? Confessing my little prank and so readily too. How will you punish me, Lord Seventh?

Will you take me off duty? No, you've already done that.

Tear me away from the ones I love most? Nope, you've done that as well.

Put me under house arrest? A possibility, yet I am practically already under house arrest. I don't want to see the looks of pity on every face that I meet in the street.

May as well exile me and be done with it!"

Your voice had started off quiet, dripping with a false cutesy tone, but it had risen as you continued to speak until you were yelling the last part. A thundering heart pounding in your ears as the Uchiha finally moves, his hand pinning your throat to the couch cushion, no pressure but holding you still.

"Exile?" he roars, it's highly unusual for him to speak to you like this, and for the first time you are scared of what he might do, "you think we'd exile you from the Village?"

The Sharingan is back, burrowing deep into your soul as you sit immobile, but you cannot stop your arm lifting, wrapping around the one holding you down, and pressing your nails into his skin.

"The fuck y/n? Have you lost your damn mind?" the Uzumaki yells, your eyes slide to the side and you can see the intensely red face that is so very mad at you. You hated to be the cause of his anger, but you would take it if it meant that fucking annoying formality slipped away.

"You speak of us tearing you away from the ones you love most, but it is the opposite and you fucking know it! Where the hell have you been, huh? You are a part of us and yet you refuse to look at us, refuse to meet with us, refuse to call us by our god damn names y/n!

I have never been so furious!" and he is on his feet abruptly, obscured by the Uchiha still holding you down.

You had expected the emotion from him, he was always the one to wear his heart on his sleeve and you knew that he had fought for every little bit of love and kindness over the years, therefore this past year would have affected him greatly.

What you hadn't expected was the words from the Uchiha, "we miss you y/n." and you were sobbing.

The tears built in your eyes until they were like tidal waves, pouring down your cheeks as if a river had burst its bank. You couldn't look at them, eyes tightly shut as the emotions you had worked hard to keep locked away for so long burst forth.

You had no idea how long you cried, you felt the Uchiha move away and then you were shifted, lifted upwards as they moved around. They sat side by side with you cradled on top of them, each wrapped an arm around you until you were cocooned in their warmth, the two unique scents invading your senses as you desperately tried to quiet your crying.

Sweet nothings were whispered in each ear, promises that things will be fixed if you would only let them back in, and you pressed yourself further into their embrace. The two strongest men in the Village and here they both were, in your house, seated on your sofa and holding you so tightly like you were the most precious thing in the world.

What felt like hours, but was in fact minutes, passed until you were able to open your eyes and sit up, struggling against the arms that worked to keep you in place, but they were no match when you wanted to do something.

"Better?" the Uzumaki whispered, wiping the final tear from your eye with his thumb.

You nodded, attempting to slide from their laps, but a hand was wrapped around each wrist until you gasped and looked back at them.

"Did you think that there would be no punishment? What do you take us for y/n?" the Uchiha scoffed, and you could see the unmistakable flicker of desire igniting in his searing gaze.

The Uzumaki laughed at the look of abject terror that had spread over your face, "a personal punishment for what you have done, but more importantly for the way you have treated us, little brat." he practically growled at you, and this was too much to take in.

What were they going to do? Surely they did not both intend to take you at the same time... no, they didn't share well at the best of times. Yet as you watched the two men exchange a quick nod, you knew you were wrong in your assumption.

The Uzumaki shifted you until you were straddling his hips, one wrist still held by the Uchiha but he quickly let go as the blonde snaked a hand around your lower back, "tell us to go and we will. There will be a formal punishment if you decide on that route, but I'd much prefer this one," he whispered, his lips were an inch from the skin of your throat, poised, waiting for your answer.

The hand that was now free, shot backwards, seeking out the Uchiha, and what you felt made your insides turn to jelly. He was kneeling behind you, between the blonde's thighs, his warm breath fanning against the back of your neck and raising the hairs that lay there.

"Do your worst," you cooed, and they sprang.

Teeth nipped at your throat whilst harsh kisses littered your shoulder until you whined from the pressure. Your own hands slipped with ease into the golden locks of the Uzumaki, tugging on them until his head lifted to meet your eyes, glazed with lust.

His lips were cruel, punishing in how they devoured your own, sweeping inside without even the decency to ask for permission. You were indeed being punished, but you liked it. Cool hands reached around until they detailed the swell of your breasts held tightly in the cropped top, an equally demanding mouth running kisses down your bare spine until the fingers groped at your chest and you mewled.

The Uzumaki was quick to swallow the mewls with his greedy mouth, his tongue explored every crevice of your mouth, reminding himself of how you tasted as his tongue dominated your own. The writhe of your hips was as instinctual as drawing breath, and the groan that rumbled from the blonde made you do it a second time, only slower.

"Damn brat," he hissed, pressing you back until you were fully in the Uchiha's arms. His mouth fell to your collarbone and began sucking what would become a wicked looking bruise into the tender flesh. You stroked the raven hair that fell like a curtain over his actions, the other hand reaching out for the Uzumaki who was watching his friend suck on your neck with heated fascination.

His hands spread over your thighs, the pads pressing into the thin material of the leggings, the heat that radiated from him was intense as they inched closer to your hips. You wanted to rip the shirt from him, detail every inch of his torso with your tongue, but you were stuck fast in the steely grip of the Uchiha as he marked you.

"Bedroom," ripped from the male at your neck, the sound made an instant heat pool between your legs, and without warning, you were lifted by strong arms and quickly marched into your bedroom and deposited on to the bed.

The absence of their heat came like a crushing blow, a low whimper leaving your lips as you eyed them curiously standing at the edge of the bed. You had never expected to see them working together in this kind of situation, yet perhaps this was not as new as you had assumed. They barely needed to communicate their actions, either they had done this before, or they had discussed this at great length, and you weren't sure which option you would prefer to be correct.

The Uchiha crooked his finger and you crawled to him as you had done on many occasions, lashes lowered as you neared him, the flutter making him growl as you had known it would. Hands wrapped around his neck as you sought out his lips, he dodged them and you whined again.

"When are you going to call us by our names y/n?" he asked softly, deadly even in the tone of his voice. The question took you off guard, but despite your willingness to submit to them, there were still things you would fight them on, and this was one of them.

You licked up the column of his throat, nipping at his jaw until you reached his ear, "when you deserve it Uchiha."

The Uzumaki chuckled from the head of the bed, you hadn't noticed him moving, and his top buttons were now undone as he watched you fight with the Uchiha. Calloused fingers edged into the waist of your leggings until they gave a quick yank, pulling them down until you had to lay back for them to be peeled from you.

You tugged the cropped top over your own head, and now you were only in your bra and panties, the black colour a stark contrast on the pure white sheets. The Uzumaki hummed his appreciation, "I always liked you in black," he groaned out.

The Uchiha made a noise in his throat, your eyes cut to him as he smirked, "pink was my favourite, such a cute colour on such a wanton girl, a total contradiction."

Were they seriously debating the colour of your underwear, now?!

The irritation must have been clear in your eyes as the Uzumaki scooted down the bed, placing a quick peck on your nose before tipping you over his lap until your ass was high in the air.

"What the – ?" you cried out, stabilising yourself on your forearms as the Uchiha held down your legs on the bed, rubbing up against your thighs until they parted slightly.

A rumble of amusement sounded from both men, "punishment remember, although I hear you quite like this, isn't that right y/n?" the damned Uzumaki cooed, and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. This was not something you had done with him before, the Uchiha on the other hand, well the same could not be said.

A warm hand caressed your ass, pushing the inky black panties down until your cheeks were bare to them. Little strokes up your inner thighs, likely from the Uchiha, trying to stop you from tensing up, it would only hurt more if you did.

The strokes and caresses went on for longer than you expected and you lost yourself in the rhythmical sensation of being cared for, loved, and desired until you were ripped from those thoughts with the biting sting of a large strong palm against your left cheek.

You cried out, trying to struggle out of their hold, but it was useless. "Count them y/n, let's see if you can make it to six yeah?" the Uzumaki gritted out, and you knew this was affecting him, you could feel his hardness pressing into your stomach as you lay draped over his lap.

Each smack was just on the right side of pleasurable pain, the bite of the strong hand that would lift only to strike down and then gently rubs at the heated flesh was delicious. He could break you if he wanted, yet this was not the true punishment that it could have been, this was all done in the name of pleasure.

Your eyes had watered but no tears fell, you gritted your teeth but took all six hits as the Uchiha continued to worship your inner thighs with idle patterns and the blowing of cool air on your very sore ass. He lifted you from the Uzumaki as he slipped out, palming his painfully restricted erection as he stood and started to undress.

At last, you were given the chance to kiss him properly, the black haired male holding you close as his lips danced with your own. There was a hunger lurking just beneath the surface, yet he held it in check as you pressed yourself to him, wanting to feel him against every inch of your skin, and whimpering your frustration as he pulled you back.

The sight of the very naked Uzumaki caught your eye, he was still as muscled as you remembered. The heavenly sight of his sculpted upper torso lowered into the deep 'V' that you adored so much, how many times had you run your tongue along that very path?

His cock twitched in his palm as he stroked it once, kneeling on the bed until you were practically at eye level with the monstrous length. You squirmed as a head slid between your parted thighs, a quick peek and you saw the Uchiha lick his lips in hungry anticipation of his meal, and that meal was going to be your throbbing pussy.

Before you swung back to the cock that you were eager to swallow down, you noted that the Uchiha had also stripped, although he still wore his tight black boxers with a prominent bulge. He lay stretched out on your bed, still as strong as the blonde but leaner and just a tad more defined. There was no doubt that they were both Gods among men, but each different in their own right.

The drag of a warm wet tongue along your length made you moan, and the Uzumaki used that moment of parted lips to press into your mouth. No teasing kitten licks or kisses allowed on this occasion, you sheathed your teeth and accepted him into your mouth like an honoured guest.

Every bob of your head was mirrored by a lick or suck from between your legs, the vibration of your throat contracting made the Uzumaki groan out and lace his fingers into your hair, his hips snapping in tandem with your own rhythm.

Hollowing your cheeks you sucked him deeper, he pressed against the back of your throat and he faltered, not daring to press further, likely from fear of choking you. Oh, how little did he know, had the roles been reversed, there would have been no mercy for you, the Uchiha would eagerly choke you on his cock.

Your own release was ticking ever closer, and when he slid two fingers deep into your pussy you bucked and writhed over his face, grinding yourself down as he worked you over with his mouth and fingers. Fingers that curled and called you to him as he ripped an orgasm from your trembling body, mouth still around the thick cock of the Uzumaki.

He grunted as your tempo faltered, the waves of your own release almost bringing on his own, but he held back.

"Open up!" he demanded and your lips loosened immediately, his cock lay flat on your wet tongue as saliva pooled from the sides of your mouth. He twitched before withdrawing and taking a step back, eyeing how the Uchiha continued to stroke you past overstimulation, almost towards torture.

Another coil of desire was sweeping over you and the crash of this one almost had you prone on the bed, your arms quivered as you supported your upper half, panting and shaky from the intensity.

"Sasuke!" you all but screamed, and all movement stopped. The name had flown from your mouth before you could even think of stopping it, not that you wanted to at that moment, too far gone now.

The quiet gasp had your eyes flying to the Uzumaki, he stood with a clenched jaw and a burning determination in his beautiful blue eyes. Oh shit, you were in for a world of trouble now.

The Hokage growled, low and dangerous as Sasuke sat up on the bed with an entirely too smug smile on his lips, he licked at those slick lips that were painted with your juices and practically waved towards you laying panting on the bed, the gesture was reminiscent of "be my guest..." and you tried to scramble away.

Your ankle was caught in a strong grip, quickly pulled backwards until you were lifted by the shoulder so your back was flush to the Uzumaki's heaving chest. Your bra was unhooked and thrown away as his fingers pinched at your taut nipples, head thrown back he sought out your pulse point and bit. The throb of his teeth biting down on your tender neck was blissful agony, your vision swam as you watched Sasuke smirk at you as he lay on the bed, boxers now removed as he slowly stroked himself, content with watching for now.

"Always gotta be a damn brat, so I've gotta make you cum so you'll say my name? Is that the game we're playing y/n," he growled in your ear, and the way he clung to you was new from him, every other time had been tender and loving, this was wicked and dominant.

One hand had sunk between your parted legs, your thighs trembled as his thumb brushed your highly sensitive clit and you purred for him, long and low. He liked that, rubbing his cock slick from your saliva between your ass cheeks, humming quietly.

The other hand pressed between your shoulder blades, and you were once again on your hands and knees, but this time staring directly at Sasuke's cock as the Uzumaki aligned himself, more than ready to take the final plunge.

Your hand wrapped around the base of Sasuke's cock, and he shook his head, finger wagging in admonishment.

"You know the rules y/n," he heatedly whispered, your eyes widened as the blonde pushed into your welcoming heat, your hips pressing backwards but he held you back.

He waited, the patience of a saint until you took Sasuke into your mouth and swirled your tongue around the head, only then did he press in further. You could feel every ridge of Sasuke's cock against your wet tongue, the vein that ran along the side and you dared to bare your teeth.

He gasped and gripped your hair, a warning to behave and you sheathed them again as the Uzumaki finally, slowly bottomed out within you and circled his hips with cunning precision. You were stretched to absolute capacity, and he grunted from the exertion of remaining perfectly still and having to keep you contained on the bed.

You didn't see the nod between the men, the understanding that it was time to unleash the frustration that they both felt from your actions this past year. The Uzumaki was ruthless, the pace demanding from the very first withdrawal and thrust back into your aching centre. It was difficult to concentrate on both actions at once, Sasuke demanded your attention as he made you take more and more of him, choking you until you tapped twice on his thigh and he backed off. The years may have passed, but the love and care were still there as they ever had been.

The moment reprieve and you moaned your pleasure to the men, your men. The sound of skin slapping was intense and mixed with the grunts and groans of the Uzumaki, as verbal as he had ever been. Lips wrapped around Sasuke's cock once more, he fucked your mouth and throat, revelling in the vibration of your throat as the Uzumaki pounded you almost on top of him.

Consumed by the desire to please Sasuke and the absolute delight of having the Uzumaki rutting into you like a feral animal, you did not expect the hand that slipped around your hip and pinched at your clit. The orgasm spiralled through your body, stars winking before your vision as your entire being shook from the intensity of it.

Sasuke had drawn back, watching with utter lust at your face flushed by your release, the soft glaze of your eyes as you heaved and twisted from the pleasure.

"Naruto!" you screamed, and the absolute joyous laughter that met your ears splintered the dark shell that had formed over your heart and soul.

Not that you were given any time to come down from your high, Naruto still chased his own release. He angled your ass higher on the bed, his knee braced by your side as he slipped even deeper than he had been before, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

Sasuke cupped your chin, lifting your face to see the mischievous twinkle that shone in his mismatched eyes. You blew him a kiss, he mimed catching it, and then pointed back down to where he stood twitching and drenched in your saliva, patiently waiting to be taken care of.

His fingers twisted deep in your hair as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him down like your life depended on it, the thrust of Naruto only helping you take him deeper until you swallowed and felt Sasuke stiffen up from the sensation around his aching shaft.

He was close, you knew it. The same could be said for Naruto, his pace becoming uneven as your walls tightened almost painfully around him, trying to milk him for everything he had.

You unsheathed your teeth once more, running them along the vein exactly how he liked you to do it, and with a final judder, he poured his seed down your throat, pulling back so it painted your tongue.

Naruto gave a final slam of his hips, jerking himself out of your pussy just in time to cover your back with his hot seed.

"Fuck!" both men cried simultaneously and you could melt right here. A sticky sweat-soaked mess and you were happier than you had been in an extremely long time.

~

The clean up had been less fun, but now you were settled in the middle of your bed between gorgeous and still naked men.

"Sorry Sasuke, such a shame you didn't get a chance to fuck y/n!" Naruto laughed, his hands behind his head as he grinned smugly at the ceiling. You thumped him hard on the chest, there was no way this conversation was happening, not whilst you were here!

"Naruto, don't be a dick!" you yelled at him, almost laughing at the way he edged away from you, scared of another blow from your tiny but powerful fist.

Sasuke simply scoffed, eyes turning to the pair of you, the Sharingan flashed as he murmured, "there is always the morning."

You gulped, gaze drifting between the two men who were eyeing you with wicked intent, and you were suddenly trapped once more.

Trapped between purest darkness and blinding light... and you did not wish to be anywhere else.

who’s your god? — geto suguru

summary: suguru geto is the reincarnation of a powerful god or so he claims, using his abilities to prey on as many weak minded housewives as he can.

+ tagging: @hellavile @shamelesshoefairy @takemichiluvr @nutheadgeenat

warnings: (18+, minors/ageless/blank blogs will be blocked) mention of church/religion, sex, adultery, cult like themes, sacrilege(?), begging, pet names (good girl, slut), corruption, finger sucking, public sex, people are watching, geto refers to himself as god, spanking, manipulation, race isn’t mentioned but i envision all my y/n’s as black so yeah

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“A-are you sure?” You swallow and gulp, staring at the man in front of you. His dark hooded eyes staring back at you.

“I have no reason to lie to you.” He says in a hushed tone as your husband walks up the stairs. With every painful creek of the staircase you can’t help but to wince. “Your purity… is in danger, has been for a long time… many of those in higher powers have spoke to me, they do want to help you to remain pure… to be in a good standing of course. That’s why I’m here.”

“Is there anything I can do?” With pleading eyes and shaky hands you scoot closer to him. You children deserved a pure mother, one to help them cross over when the time approached. You longed to be reunited with your husband when time was right.

“Why, of course.” He did a sly slimy smile. “We’ll sit some time aside and pray on this together at the temple.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much sir– eh, master geto.” You could see his lip curl at the name change and seen his nails dig into him palms. Pulling out a simple cross necklace from the insides of his black robe, he handed it to you, placing it into the center of your palm and closing your hand to form a fist.

“Keep this. Wear it. Don’t take it off until we next meet. It’s vital for the ritual we’ll have to preform.”

So you did. You wore it everywhere and didn’t take it off. Anything to keep your purity safe. You showed with it on, wore it underneath all your shirts and dresses.

“The gods spoke to me,” A phone call on the early morning after three weeks had passed. “It’s time.” It wasn’t even dawn yet, just a little past 3am and you were drowsy. “Wear something light. Very thin.”

You swallowed and looked over yourself, all of the sudden nervous and self conscious. Your body a bit more full and plum since the birth of two babies, everything thin you owned was tight against your body.

But you slipped into a long sleeved dark old dress you owned, that covered your entire body and hugged your figure.

You couldn’t help but feel so out of place and so weird when you walked into the sacred temple. Masked and cloaked individuals stood still, you could barely tell that they were breathing yet alone alive.

Swallowing, you made your way to the center of the temple, where you knew Geto would be waiting.

He stood with great posture and a small cross between his fingers, pressing his lips against it before rubbing his fingers against it, up and down. Your core tingled and you gripped the sides of your dress, feeling too hot to keep walking. Your knees buckled and your hands clutched at the wall by your side.

“Master Geto, he—lp!” You slipped and fell to the floor, landing with a small oof that left your mouth. A buzzing sensation on your clit and even feeling a rough hand on your folds. Massaging and pulling them apart.

“Just let it over take you. Just be glad, I didn’t do this while your husband was around. I’m being mighty merciful to you, my dear.” His voice is a shiver up your spine and his presence overtakes you, you feel him all over and he hasn’t even walked over to you yet.

“Tell me, my dear…” His voice cures your ails, making every moment more breathable again. “If I told you that the only way to keep your purity intact would be the touch of a god, would you still be willing?” His voice is sly and cocky.

You squeeze your eyes tightly, a light relief of touch making you moan heavily before it’s quickly snatched away. “That was just a taste, a small taste of purity that could welcomed back into your little soul.”

Something stirred up inside of your chest and a heavy weight made you groan, making you painfully uncomfortable and aware of just what you were missing.

“I need it.” You voice hoarse and detached, you weren’t sounding like yourself. “I’d do anything for it—!” You voice faded.

You felt several hands on you all at once but nobody was there. Solar bright hotness scarred your chest while the cross marked itself into your skin, the smell of burnt flesh all around you.

As if hours had passed, Geto finally approached you. Putting your head in his lap. He crouched and whispered in your ear, “I’m going to fuck the purity back into you.” Licking the insides of your ear before biting and sucking on the lobe. “You’ll be clean again.” He promised.

Slipping your dress up and removing your dainty underwear. “Already so soaked. You’re already ready for me.” His finger caressed your lips and he kissed you. His tongue licking throughout your mouth and sucking on every inch of your tongue.

Cloaked and masked individuals circled around you both and you clang into his grasp, shivering.

“They have to watch. They have to be here.” He explained calmly. “They’re praying over us, praying for you and your purity… shall I ask again, if you really want this? Remember the feeling that you felt…” That feeling was all you could think about, his touch and his voice amplifying everything.

He knew you wanted it. Hanging it over your head. Watching you pant and groan, your thighs sticky and your head spinning. “Please… you know I need it.”

“What would you husband think of you now…” he twists his fingers in your mouth, drawing them in and out. “Watching you beg like a little slut for me to fuck you… would he like it?”

You couldn’t bare to answer. “Please just fuck me already…” you pleaded with him, your eyes clouded with lust, his filled with sin and all he could do was drink it up.

The dizziness continued as the people watching stepped closer, you gulped and trembled, feeling like you can’t breathe.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you need to be pure again.” He pulls his robe off quickly and your eyes follow. His body sculpted to perfection, lean and a perfect built. Your eyes trailed down to his cock and you tried not to moan aloud.

Long and girthy with a dark pink tip, standing curved and full at your attention. You swallowed hard.

Leaning over you, he rubs himself between your cool wet gooey folds, lining his cock against your entrance. “Ready?” He murmurs and your eyes look between his then to his cock before you look to the lingering eyes around you.

“Yes. I’m ready.” Your voice strong and steady as your hands grab at his shoulders.

He slipped between your thighs and all of the heat and sweat around your body disappeared when a small moan left your lips. His cock completely splitting you open and his fingers digging into your thighs. Your legs spread wide as his hips thrust forward, hard.

Burying his nose into your neck he does a deep laugh. His hips wild with ever thrust, the splashy wetness from your pussy echoing around the temple. Moans bounce around with each time he plunges in and out of you.

Clenching around him, he groans, pulling himself out before quickly tapping his cock against your wet folds that open wide for him. He feeds your deprived insides his merciful cock with a sinister smile before he says:

“Tell me, who’s your fucking god now? Huh? Who do you belong to? Who is fucking you, hm? Who’s fucking this pussy pure?”

Gripping his shoulders harder and meeting his thrust you finally whisper, “You… you are, master Geto.”

His hips stutter when you tighten up on him, “Oh, so tight… so fucking tight.” He squeezed your thighs and ram inside of you, both of your moans loud. “Gonna fucking cum inside this pretty pussy.” He promises, jerking his hips and fucking deeper inside of your core.

Feeling every twitch from you, he uses two fingers to rub at your needy swollen clit. “Oh you like that? You like when I fuck this flower open?”

He plants kisses up and down your throat. “Please just…” you lock your legs around his waist, tightly. Wetness sliding down your thighs.

He shutters and sighs, rocking his hips and thrusting harder inside. His eyes intense as they glare down at you. “Such a good girl,” He says, his voice guff and his cock throbbing hard.

Your nails dig into his skin and your pussy squirts as he works his way in and out of you.“Take it.” He tip kissing your womb ever so gently before he’s pounding inside again, watching your thighs jiggle with every moment.

“Take my cum.” He growls, stilling over you. His body shakes and so goes yours, once his cum is planted inside of you, your body feels cool again.

Panting, you look into his dark eyes. “Am I pure?” Your eyes shining with hope and pleasure.

“Far from it.” He says and your face falls. “Turn around.”

Embarrassed and confused, you turn on your stomach.

You feel his rough hands touching on your ass and squeezing the plushness of it before he does the unexpected. A loud slap rings throughout the temple and you grown in pain. “Count.” He does another one to the opposite cheek.

“O-one…” Your soaked folds growing even wetness. “Two…”

Rubbing his cock between your ass he does another slap. “Three—!”

“I’m going to have my way with you for the rest of the day… until you physically can’t anymore.” He says with a deep chuckle. “Ready?”

consider being sarada’s friend growing up and having the hots for her dad. turning 18 and getting bred by him just like how you wanted 🖤

he wouldn’t even pay attention to you at all in the beginning. he’s not necessarily a good husband but he has his fun outside the village so when he returns and he sees you there, he’s shocked at how much you’ve grown and he’s definitely into it.

he doesn’t even try to hide the way he looks at you even if sakura is there in the room. she obviously picks up on it and tries to get his attention but he only wants you.

it isn’t long before he’s bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you fast and hard, knowing sarada and sakura could walk in at any moment and see you and he wants that. he wants to see the look on sakura’s face while he’s balls deep in a young 18 year old.

REPENTED ONTO THE LORD, Toji f. - pastor lover. <3

You had one roll; A nun. A virgin.

Such a holy one now pulling your hair back in the grip of his fist. You knew this priest had a kinky side. His teeth held his onyx black cassock. His sweaty, oily chest and v-cut open to his view as he knocked your back out from behind. He had three main kinks when it came to sex at the chapel with you. Breeding, degradation, praise.

As he prayed to the one true god, he whispers a prayer from above you. He holds you down, his hands bigger than your face. Steady and placed on your waistline. He continues to pump you full of his children. You can’t handle it, feeling his sperm from more than 10 minutes ago spilling down your thighs. His prayers are answered, watching as you. Take his cum, cry and weep, and bless him with his name.

“Oh thy is a sin onto us, but with me. I shall lead you down the path of the lord. Do you understand stand me cunt?….”

He pushed farther, enough to push against your back walls, entering your stomach.

“Father please!- no more!” He ignored you of course. As he continued his prayers. “Oh lord, thank you for providing me this bitch…”

⭒ lost ⭒ ryomen s.

sukuna who lost all his self respect from the day he married you and the night he was first deep in your cunt. had him rolling his eyes back and his legs almost going numb from how warm and tight you squeezed around him. he had to on top- his beefy resting on your wide childbearing hips as you slammed down on him causing him to release the load he was trying to hold. he felt so stimulated and you had his cock twitching without you even knowing. when you tried to ask him what’s wrong he asked to go again practically begging. he wouldn’t and he couldn’t get his mind off how the white fitted corset pinched your waistline and squeezed your breast so tight they could pop out whenever you breath, or the bustling full-skirt that hid those thighs he wanted to be between. whenever you’d look over to him exposing those pearly whites if yours. sometimes in the morning he would kick out the maids and butlers out of the room to lay you down on the table and bang you right there. you didn’t know what to grab on for support to save yourself from his hard thrust. you would cry out and whimper when the plates crash on the ground but he didn’t stop. you would be so shy about the incident after and you would feel so bad about how you didn’t even get to taste the food they took their time with. he couldn’t control himself so when you came to meet him he offer you to sit on his face with no shame at it. sukuna’s body on the carpet while his head rested on the end of the throne and you hovered over his face while your legs were resting beside his head. slurping, and sucking noises echoed the room and you tried to keep quiet but no matter what he wouldn’t stop shoving his face deeper into your wet cunt. “ wait- someone could come innn!!” you protest grabbing the throne to light yourself up but you’d get yank back down to his face while feeling the laces of your corset untied. “ no one is gonna interrupt me and my wife- fuck sit back down” and you would lost it, wanting to bury yourself 6 feet deep down in the dirt when someone would walk in

you panted, whined, and whimpered as your husband snaps his hips into yours continuously.

"tojiii...!" you moaned, and he pulls out to flip you suddenly to your stomach, your back arched and your ass up.

toji enters you again, his hand moving to grasp your shoulders to pull your upper body up with your back against his chest.

you reach behind you to wrap your arms around his neck, your eyes crossing from how deep he is inside you.

"i'm 'bout to fill ya up with my kids again, mama." he pressed his lips on your shoulder, peppering open mouthed kisses up to the side of your neck.

"please!" you whined, feeling his large hands groping your tits. you whimper as he fondles them, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

he bites your earlobe. "y'look so fuckin' hot, mama. can't wait to knock ya up again, so that 'gumi can 'ave a playmate, hm?"

"uh-huh!" you nod, biting your lip and smirking slightly as his bulbous tip kisses your cervix. "so deep, daddy..."

you squeal as he pushes you down against the mattress, his hands squeezing the fat of your ass. your tits brush up against the sheets.

"oh yeah? 'm too deep, aren't i, mama?" He slaps your ass, quickening his thrusts. "taking me so well. my wife."

he wraps your hair around his fist, pulling you up again, your back arched. your tits bounced with every thrust, and toji licked his lips, his free hand moving to squeeze your breast.

"cumming, daddy!" he lets go of your hair, his fingers now wrapping around your throat.

he pulls out again suddenly, and you gasp at the emptiness. he manhandles you so you're now on your back, before pushing his cock inside you and ruts into you in an animalistic pace.

"cum around my cock, mama. y'look so pretty with m'cock inside ya." he pulls your legs up his shoulders, and you can't hold back anymore from how deep he's reaching.

you let out a cry, releasing around him, hearing him chuckle as he continued drilling into you.

his thrusts quicken, chasing his own release. he grunts, and after three last hard thrusts, he shoots his thick load inside your awaiting and greedy womb, filling you up to the seams.

your legs slip from his shoulders, now on the either side of him. he doesn't pull out, collapsing on top of you.

"tojiii," you whine. "too heavy..."

he chuckles, getting up and pulling out slowly. you hiss and whine, before he bends down to place a kiss on your mound.

"so good t'me, mama." he collapsed beside you, pulling you so that your head was now on his chest, his arm around your hips. "maybe you'll give me another baby, hm?"

you hummed in response, snuggling against him. "give you as many babies y'want..."

"course y'will, mama."

Satoru, who loves your tits!

couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it..

,,satoru x implied!chubby fem!reader , blow job , mirror sex , sucks titties through ur shirts bc why not , idk

Satoru, who loves your breasts. the plush of your body was already enough, but your pretty fat tits just topped it off. he doesn’t mind how they sagged, it makes it all the better for him to lay down on your stomach while you watch a movie, his mouth finding your buds and sucking them for hours on. sometimes you have to peel him off because not only is he slowly passing out on top of you, but your breasts are starting to feel weird! but he only whines and restarts the process, because you never said that you wanted him to stop <3

Satoru, who loves your breasts so much that he doesn’t care if you’re wearing a shirt. as long as your nipples are poking through, and he can hear the cute hum you always make whenever he licks them, then he’ll gladly latch his mouth onto them through the shirt. when he realizes that you actually like when he does that, then he’ll sneak his hand under your shirt and grope them to make your nipples peek out more. all the more to go in his mouth <3

Satoru, who loves looking at your breasts. whether you’re wearing one of those small crop tops that make your cleavage look so fucking hot and he has to hide his boner in public, or when you’re kneeling under him, sitting up a bit because he’s just so tall, struggling to hold your large mounds with your chubby little hands and giving him the blow job of his life. other times, he’ll have you sit pretty under him and just suck his tip. wanting to spray your cleavage that dropped so low in that small shirt of yours. spurting his cum all over and groaning when you use your finger to lick it all up <3

Satoru, who also loves looking at your breast when he’s giving you backshots. staring at how they jiggle back and forth with your body in the full body mirror. it had him tightening his hold on your hips so he can thrust so deep into you, loving how you threw your head back with a loud moan. allowing him to see the sheen of sweat down your neck, his eyes trailing down to the valley of your breast. the clear sight of how your tits moved with his thrusts had him, accidentally, cumming inside your pussy so fast. welp, looks like you’ll have to wait again to cum with him <3

A/n About mha but there's so many jjk characters I feel like would do this :3 so sorry for any errors.

Thinking about having a Pro-hero boyfriend that everyone loves, they adore him, he's just so sweet and kind yk?, literally would do anything to protect the civilians, helping people and saving them from villains. Practically risking his life every single day for others with a smile plastered on his face. Everyone looks at him with pure adoration and honor.

But behind closed doors when he's with you, he's not so nice and sweet when he has your body folded in a mating press, heavy balls slapping against your asshole as he's stabbing his cock into you in a reckless pace that has your cunt gushing and creaming all over his length, he makes sure that he's balls deep buried into your cunt to the hilt with every hard thrust. Every. Single. Time, when he's frustrated because of work, whether it's because a villain got away or he didn't get to save a civilian, he takes it all out on your poor cunt as soon he gets home, he doesn't waste a second. He doesn't even bother getting his hero costume completely off before he's rutting his hard cock into your tight hole, splitting it in two around him while he's stretching you apart.

He thrusts himself so fucking hard into you that he might almost break you one day because of how reckless he is with your poor little body, training and working out is a serious thing for him so him being so fucking bigger and stronger than you, even than a normal man is no surprise, matter a fact he practically has the body of a fucking Greek God so manhandling you into whatever fucking position he felt like bullying his cock into you in and fucking you stupid in, wasn’t that difficult for him at all.

He loves having his way with you, it's almost sadistic how he laughs and mocks you every time he has you blabbering a bunch of nonsense on his thick cock with fat tears leaking out your eyes, big strong arms flexing against you, displaying his ripped muscles while he's holding your body effortlessly as he's fucking you in full nelson, your pathetic little babbles and moans filling his ears as he's licking your tears away. Hell, he'd even have you screaming his Hero name while he has your filthy cunt making a mess all over his cock.

And Oh there's no words to describe how much he loves making you nervous and teasing you whether it's circling his thumb over your asshole, and poking it ever so slightly so he can hear the shifting of your moans, making you overthink that he's going to force his thumb inside of you, then he just chuckles and moves his thumb towards your clit to rub sloppy circles on the sensitive bud. Or whispering a bunch of nasty shit to your ear while he's ruining you because he knows how much that shit drives you crazy.

"Fucking hell I'm gonna ruin you, gonna reshape this cunt to the size of my cock so it could be perfect just for me, you get that? You belong to me".

"Such a good little cumslut f'me aren't ya baby? so fucking warm and tight for my cock".

"Fuckkk princess no one can fucking ruin this cunt like I can, your daddy's one of the best fucking heroes, only I can fuck you this good and stupid, yeah?"

anon requested:

Can I request a n/sfw with Whitebeard where he uses his devil fruit for ummm vibrations and such? Please and thank you!!

Written by: Bee 🐝 @secretsnailor Anon. Are we friends? Did one of my friends write this as a gift for ME? If so, thank you my friend. :D And if NOT, anon. We should be friends because your ideas? 🤝 Go hand-in-hand with mine! I had already started writing something for this and this gave me the boost I needed to finish, so THANK YOU. You didn't say which gender, so I hope F!Reader is alright! If not, you can always come back and ask for GN/M because 🙈 I love me a good Whitebeard prompt.

Whitebeard x F!Reader / NSFW  / 2.5k Summary: Learning Whitebeard could vibrate his own dick, you were determined to try it at least once. How could you not? Warnings: Size difference, cock warmer, kinda exhibitionism, and comes on reader.

You moaned shakily as you felt the walls of your vagina clamp down on the cock currently stuffing you full. It was hard to breathe, the stretch of it on the cusp of too much. Even worse—or better, it really depended on your point of view—the low vibration that caused his dick to constantly jitter inside of you was driving you crazy. Still, the vibration was so weak it barely did anything except work you up with no hint of release.

A dark chuckle made his dick twitch within you and you keened. How long had you been in this position? It felt like ages. You almost regretted asking to do this. Almost. But really, how could you resist? You’re not sure how it came up, but once you found out that Edward could vibrate his own dick you were a goner. You absolutely had to try. Why the Gura Gura no Mi was even capable of doing that was of little concern to you. However, as always, he was worried about hurting you. Although you were taller than average, averages meant nothing to this beast of a man. Edward only agreed to try after you were thoroughly adjusted.

Which brought you to your current position. You were basically a cock warmer for him at this point, something he was greatly enjoying no doubt.

“Doing okay, my dear?” Whitebeard rumbled affectionately from above you.

“Fineeee,” you drawled, sucking down the spit gathering in your mouth. “I’m—ah—ready?” you offered timidly. As expected, all you got back was a distracted hum.

The arm that was pressed against your stomach shifted slightly as he used his hand to flip the page. Edward had positioned himself with his legs stretched out, sitting up in bed, an arm keeping you against his chest. Sitting on his lap like this, you had nowhere to go. He was reading a book while you got ‘comfortable’, he claimed.

An excited knock at the door made your eyes widen as you started squirming. Edward’s arm didn’t move; instead, it pinned you harder against his chest as an excited voice called out, “Pops!” The pressure of his arm against your stomach made all the air whoosh out of you as you struggled to breathe.

It was Ace. Luckily, enough bitching had taught him to at least knock now, whereas before he would just barge right in. Still, Whitebeard put down his book and grabbed up the discarded blanket and pulled it over your legs—covering his as well—letting up the pressure and allowing you to take in more air.

“Eddie,” you hissed with concern. “Let me up!”

“Come in!” Edward called, ignoring you completely. Your nails dug into his skin as you watched with terror as the door swung open.

“Hey Pops! Hey y/n!” Ace greeted. You mumbled back before folding your arms over Edward’s forearm and burrowing your head into them. As if trying to hide away would stop this from happening. Or distract you from the still buzzing cock inside you.

“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Ace ask quizzically, likely gesturing at you. Normally you weren’t this anti-social.

Edward’s answering laugh jostled you from your perch, his cock adjusting minutely inside. You bit down on your tongue hard enough that the taste of copper filled your mouth and you swallowed blood along with your saliva.

“She’s not feeling well but won’t sleep until I do,” Eddie answered, the sound strangely distant as ringing filled your ears. Swallowing desperately, you worked to keep your breathing level as the bouncing dick kept going. “Women,” he said, tone fondly exasperated. Silently you seethed under the sexist implication but said nothing, fearing that if you tried to argue Edward would simply increase the vibrations and make you moan right into Ace’s face.

The sheer embarrassment at the thought alone made you clench your vagina and Edward chuckled. The arm around you moved, as he adjusted slightly, probably looking casual as Ace chattered on unawares. But for you, the arm lifted you just a tad, letting you feel the long slide of his cock as it convulsed its way out of you.

You grit your teeth against the slow drag as his cock slid out a few meager inches before slowly settling you back down. The ride made you bite into his forearm, trying desperately not to moan but, despite trying, a low groan managed to escape. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes in shame. Still, it didn’t stop your hips from wiggling, chasing the feeling. But it was no use, his length was once again fully sheathed inside of you.

“You okay? Pops, should I get Marco?” Ace asked, all sweet concern and you could have just died. After this you were going to kill Whitebeard, you swore it. For a breath, the low pulsing increased, and you choked before it went back to its regular simmering pressure. You’d kill him after he made you cum, you decided, need curling in the pit of your stomach.

“Nah, she’ll be fine,” Edward said, smile apparent in his voice. You shook on his arm. Another short knock made you glance up as he called out another, “Come in.”

Marco strolled in casually, hands in his pockets. “Hey Pops…” he trailed off, his blue eyes widening as he met your desperate stare. Silently you begged and Marco frowned with understanding.

Quickly he walked over to Ace and slapped him upside the head. “OW! What the fuck, Marco—” The rest of the sentence was cut off as Marco grabbed one of Ace’s ears and started pulling him towards the door.

Once Marco slammed Pops’ door closed, Ace shook his ear free with an annoyed grunt. “What was that for?!”

“Are you seriously that dense yoi??” Marco asked, just as irritated. He placed a hand on Ace’s shoulder trying to hurry him down the hall, but Ace stood firm.

“What are you talkin’ about?! I was just talking to Pops! Stop pushing me!”

“Fine yoi. I’m leaving, you can stay to listen.”

“Listen to what—”

A loud scream made Ace jump before he turned to the door with an ‘o’ of surprise. Marco’s stride lengthened as he tried to escape down the hall.

The scream is shortly followed by a moan that echoed and Ace’s brain connected some dots.

“Eddie—” your voice panted, and Ace finally got his feet to move as he scrambled after Marco.

"Yo, Marco, wait up!"

Once the door had closed, you hissed out an angry, “Edward what the fuck is wrong with you—” Before the vibration finally, finally increased to something other than a low rumble. Instead, it’s q u a k i n g within you and the words die in your throat as you croak.

Then his arm falls away, to be replaced with a hand wrapped around your waist. Quicker than you can comprehend he lifts you up, almost fully displacing his cock before roughly slamming you back down.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you scream; as the orgasm that had been hovering at the edges of your gut is forcibly released. You go limp, his hand still supporting your waist, as you try to breathe through the shock.

Whitebeard moved, taking you with him. You moan loudly as his still buzzing dick slipped out a little before it was pushed back in. “Eddie—”

“Shush, just relax, little one.” His bulk settles over you as he gets on all fours, bracing one forearm against the mattress, his other hand still wrapped around your stomach, holding you aloft. It’s hard to focus, the recent orgasm still sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.

So, when you feel him slowly pump you up and down on his cock your eyes widen as your hands grab onto the fingers of the hand suspending you in the air.

“Wait, Eddie, the vibrations, I’m still sensiti—ahhhhh!” The words morphed into a drawn-out groan as his pumps got a little faster.

Edward grunted but didn’t seem like he heard you—or just didn’t care—as his hand worked up a rhythm. Overstimulation made you whimper as pain and pleasure fizzled over your body. Still, whether it was because you’d been on the edge for so long or something else, your body quickly got interested in the proceedings again.

Unpleasant aches quickly turned into electricity prickling over your skin. Edward’s massive hand cradled you firmly, using you just like a fleshy onahole and you moaned at the thought.

“Eddie, please I—oh oh oh!” You tried to talk but quickly descended into breathy little moans. He didn’t let up his constant pace. Every time he was fully seated all the air left your lungs, he was so large.

When he withdrew enough you could suck in some air, you rushed out in one long breath, “Wanna see you—”

Abruptly the air was knocked back out of you as he thrust back in. His cock was still buzzing, the twitches against your walls along with his girth made the feel of it delicious.

The next slide of his cock out of you is slowed down, a deep grind that leaves you putty in his hand before he withdrew completely.

He laid you gently down on the mattress and you quickly flipped over onto your back.

“Not gonna last long,” he grunted out in warning before a large hand wiggled between your back and the bed, lifting you up easily.

“That’s fine,” you replied, squirming eagerly in his hand as he lowered you back down towards his cock. You couldn’t really see anything like this as you spread your legs, his frame much too tall, but you liked being able to feel his body against yours, the hard panes of his abs catching against your breasts and dragging against your nipples. His cock head once again breached you and you threw your head back with a moan.

Your fingers dug into his skin as he once again started thrusting, no more teasing. He was chasing his own pleasure now you figured. The vibrations had finally ceased, which you figured meant that he was beginning to lose focus. The thought of bringing such a large man to his knees in such a way shot a thrill of a different kind through you and your toes curled as you let out another loud groan, knowing the noise always spurred him on.

“Close, little one?” Edward asked and you shook your head, unable to speak as his speed increased. You were close but familiar enough that just his thrusts like this wouldn’t get you off as it was. “Fuck,” he muttered, tone annoyed before his cock started vibrating again, rough and jolting, the fastest he’d ever done it.

Your eyes widened. “Edd-iiieeeeeeee,” you cried out with shock.

“That’s it, come for me. You can do it,” he praised, keeping up with his thrusts. One particular angle hit something inside you that had you seeing stars as you arched your back, crying out as another orgasm slammed through you, a sudden crest of a wave washing over you and you shook with the intensity of it.

“Finally,” Whitebeard said before pulling you completely off him. Settling you back down on the mattress, you blinked at him through dazed eyes as he settled back on his knees, dick in one hand hovering over you. He stroked himself, his blue eyes hungrily taking you in.

His hand gave his large cock one last twist before he groaned, and a ribbon of hot spunk hit your stomach. Your mouth opened wide, stunned before several more thick ropes smacked onto your skin. Quickly you shut your eyes and mouth as you felt another spurt of heat land across your neck and a little over your mouth.

Salt filled your mouth as you flinched when your face was covered. When you heard Edward let out a long sigh of relief and nothing else hit you, you slowly sat up wiping at your still closed eyes.

A piece of cloth was pressed into your hands and you angrily cleaned away the residue from your face.

Blinking them open, your eyelashes stuck together a few times before becoming unclumped. Glaring up at him, Edward looked back calmly, unabashed.

“Why did you do that!? I’m covered!” It was true, you could feel his cum drip down your body and pool into your lap from where you sat. He laughed.

“Just wanted to see you like this. You look great, my love.” You licked your lips and, at the salty tang, pulled a face of disgust.

“Fuck you, I’m taking a shower.” You began to move before Edward hummed and, quicker than you were expecting, knocked you once more onto your back.

Trapping your arms with one hand he loomed above you, smiling. “Now, now little one. Who said we were done? Stay still.”

His mouth settled over your stomach before sucking lightly and you squirmed. His hand tightened around your arms in warning, and you settled back. A warm tongue flattened against your stomach before licking a path up your chest, taking with it any globs of cum that remained.

“Eddie!” you cried out, embarrassed, but he didn’t stop. His tongue ran over every part of you, licking across your neck and collarbones, dipping into your armpits before trailing down. You could feel every ridge and bump as he lapped large strokes over your trembling thighs.

You couldn’t help it, you spread your legs and felt him chuckle. His eyes pierced into you as he glanced up, laugh lines crinkled as he smiled. “Need something?” he asked smugly, breath fanning out over your still dripping core and you shivered.

“Please,” you whispered as you stared back. His smile widened.

“Please what?”

You groaned with frustration. “I want your tongue!” you said snappishly as your hips twitched upwards.

“Oh?” Edward moved forward, past your waist and you let out a whine. His tongue dragged over your face, licking away the remaining traces of his semen before dipping into your mouth.

You let it fall open, utterly trapped as he held you down and took, his tongue delved into every corner. You tried to respond, licking and sucking back before he withdrew from the kiss. The blue of his eyes was hardly visible, instead, they were mostly inky black pupils blown wide.

“Eddie, please!” you shouted this time and he smirked, pleased at your neediness.

“There you go. Good girl, you can get a reward.” Easily he moved back between your legs before his tongue finally pressed itself against your used entrance and you keened.

The warmth of it lapped at you before the tip flicked inside and you ground back on the pressure. His lips closed around your entrance and sucked. You arched your back trying to wiggle your arms free so you could grab on to something—anything. But he was a wall, keeping you in place so you could only accept whatever he wanted to do with you.

Drawing back, he hummed again. His eyes took in your heaving, twitching body. You felt as though you might catch fire, your blood boiling in your veins under his heady stare, your body on a knife’s edge of too much yet not enough pleasure. Whitebeard licked his lips.

“Want to go again?”

And you did.