i'd give you the world if it were mine!

alpha naruto would be so sweet.

always coddling you and smushing your cheeks so that he can lean down and kiss you and telling everyone that you’re his in a proud way and bringing you little gifts and trinkets that he thinks are neat. wearing the same t-shirt for two days in a row whenever he leaves your place just because it has your scent on it. insisting on spooning you even if your hair tickles his face.

he eats everything you cook for him and asks for seconds and likes holding hands with you and swings them forwards and backwards like a little kid as you walk. never brings an umbrella even if he knows damn well that it’s going to rain because it just gives him a reason to squeeze himself underneath yours with you. loves pressing kisses onto the bite mark he’d given you to seal your mating bond.

he’s clingy and overly affectionate and barely gives you any room to breathe. like a cat scratching at your door, begging to be let in to wherever you’re at, even if you left only for a second.

PAIRING: Jiraiya/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, Cunnilingus. WORDCOUNT: 697.

Notes: Not proofread. I had him on my mind etc etc. I just know he gives good head.

The view you had from the bed was nice, arousing; you haven’t gotten tired of it, and you probably never will. Jiraiya had his head between your thighs, keeping them open with his hands on your flesh. 

Sitting back on your elbows, dress pushed up your waist, you stared at him as he drug his tongue over the skin of your inner thighs, keeping his eyes fixed on you. A smirk adorned his face, obviously pleased with himself; he knew how much you enjoyed whenever he went down on you. He rarely even expected anything in return, no matter that you offered to relieve him sometimes, he was simply content with tasting you and making you come on his tongue. 

When the friendship is so good you just gotta run about it (and I eat it up every time)

Chocho, and Akimichi family stuff

Hot girl aesthetic but make it Naruto ✨

Version 2

@strawberrystepmom

NejiTen twt commission for @/natiyrm 💖

itachi's back

Works every time

sasusaku genin

saw someone mention they liked voyeuristically observing top/bottom discourse and i wanted to post my screenshot compilation

orochimaru? more like orochimomu 😎😎😎😎

any credibility that romeo and juliet had as the greatest love story of all time was instantly ripped to shreds when bloodied, bruised up and half-alive naruto thought he was in heaven just because he was lying next to sasuke

fill the tub up with love then ride it on your surfboard 🌊

@mostlyunsure in attendance ! mark yourself present during roll call

"so you're fucking the hokage, huh?"

you nearly spit out the drink in your mouth while maemi looks at you, unphased by the words coming out of her mouth, and stirs her drink. it's 11am, there's relentless hustle and bustle at this outdoor restaurant, and the soft breeze of early spring is not enough to abate the heat rising from your mostly bare shoulders up to your jawline.

"shhh!!!" you hiss, leaning in, as though you're suddenly surrounded by reporters. maemi blinks.

"damn, you didn't even argue with me." she laughs as your complexion reddens even more, and takes another bite of eggs benedict. you're covering your face now, embarrassment thick and unrelenting, and she chews and swallows before leaning in.

"don't worry, no one is listening in. plus i'm pretty good at misdirection - good grades in genjutsu class, remember?" she insists.

you shoot her a dirty look before rising to a regular sitting position, and adjusting the pleats of your spring dress.

"fine, a codename." maemi suggests. "are we going with your usual?"

you sigh. "That Man and I have not fucked yet."

maemi looks at you, contemplating, then takes another bite.

"he's fingered you under the table, right?" she asks.

"please!"

maemi takes a sip of her mimosa, nonchalant, and gulps it down a little too quick. "manabu told me, and if he knows, more people know than you think."

your blood seems to run cold, or is it early spring chill? you can't tell. her partner doesn't seem like the gossipy type, but he does work close enough to the hokage's office that it is feasible that he's heard something - or worse, heard something.

"you know, i could tell that once you started this job it would end up like this." she taps her forehead with the back of one of her chopsticks. "you know, the authority kink and everything?"

you take out your hand and place it on the table, palm up. "knock me out right now, to be honest." maemi looks down at your hand then looks up.

"oh no, you're gonna have to ask the alcohol to do that for you." she says, declining to waste her chakra. with that statement, she finishes the rest of her mimosa, then raises her hand up for the waiter to bring them another round of drinks. once the order is given, her eyes turn foxlike as she smiles at you again.

"hey, can you get the hokage to promote me? i'm not gonna be able to compete with nepotism baby sakura at this point, unless i have some kind of backer."

you snort. "i don't think being a former hokage's apprentice necessarily counts as nepotism. maybe she's just good."

maemi furrows her eyebrows. "listen, i may not be as good as her but i'm not garbage and i need someone powerful to back me-"

you raise a hand. "even if i WERE-" you pause, then bite your lip before continuing, "making love to current Lord Sixth-"

"is that what you call him in bed?"

you can feel your head start to pound before giggling maemi raises her own hands in defeat. "sorry, no more jokes."

you cut your eyes at her, and continue, "- what makes you think i can ask that?"

maemi leans in, brown eyes glowing with humor at her own jokes. "just give him the old spit shine and be like, so i have this really, really talented friend-"

"get out." you hiss.

your next round of drinks come, and you dig into a plate of potatoes and chase it down with iced coffee. as the conversation shifts away from the fact that you are notably entangled with the most powerful man in konoha at the moment, you consider what it might mean for your future, both as a biographer but also as someone who hopes to live quietly in this country. maemi notices you are somewhat lost in thought, and stops her tirade about the hierarchy of konoha's medical-nin, and gives you a reassuring smile.

"i know i just gave you shit, but i promise if anyone bothers you, i'll be the first one at your defense. i already told manabu to write down the names of anyone who even suggests that you're anything but sweet and sought after," she mentions. "you'll be fine."

you swallow.

"thanks."

maemi gives you another look, able to tell you're not completely reassured.

"do you love him?" she asks, her voice softer this time. "... it's not wrong if you do."

you can't give her a yes now, but you can feel your heart, slowly but surely, moving towards it.