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Week one

Day I - Bondage (Suguru Getō)

Day II -  Orgasm denial (Chōsō)

Day III - Blood kink (Dio Brando)

Day IV - Cockwarming (Red-Haired Shanks) 

Day V - Food play (Sanji)

Day VI - Mutual masturbation (Satoru Gojo) 

Day VII - Hypnosis (Itachi Uchiha) 

Week two

Day VIII - Breeding kink (Kento Nanami) 

Day IX - Angry sex (Tobirama Senju) 

Day X - Size kink (Reiner Braun) 

Day XI - Body worship (Kars)

Day XII - Somnophilia (Dracule Mihawk) 

Day XII - Office sex (Kakashi Hatake) 

Day XIV - Praise kink (Nico Robin) 

Week three

Day XV - Outdoor sex (Gyro Zeppeli) 

Day XVI - Threesome (Tsunade + Mei Terumi)

Day XVII - Gun play (Toji Fushiguro) 

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You were used to being looked at like you were a freak—treated like one. 

Being ridiculed by peers and kin alike. 

You were used to being treated like a circus animal, like a lab rat being tested on; The dirty looks people would give you, spending days at the hospital trying to see what was wrong with you. Your parents countless arguing: who's fault was it? Why did you turn out that way? 

Nobody could even begin to fathom the horrors you witnessed every day. 

They didn’t see the things crawling from the corners of your vision, or smell,  the stench—god, the stench of rot and vomit that clung to the walls. Some were small, no bigger than a cat, and others massive, pounds of flesh dragging themselves through the corridors at night or clawing at your window. You tried to pretend like they weren’t there, ignoring when they sat on your mother’s shoulder or when you looked into the mirror. 

You were plagued by nightmarish visions, like dreaming wide awake…and nobody to believe you. 

Until he came along. You savior, your everything. 

“Getō–sama!” 

His deep, mocking chuckle echoed around the room. “Hmm? What is it?” He feigned innocence, while his featherlight touches on your bruised, tender skin made you break out in goosebumps. He removed the blindfold shielding your vision, wrapping it around his fist. 

You exhaled shakily, looking at him through half-lidded eyes and tears stains on your cheeks. Your body almost ached from being in this position—your arms and legs tied behind your back, your heels pressing against your buttocks and your breasts spilling out of the intricate rope pattern that dug into your flesh. Your moist cunt was in full view as your thighs were spread apart, the liquid that seeped from it soiling the tatami underneath. 

You couldn't exactly tell how long you’d been like this, in this position, at his mercy.

“Please…” you begged, a string of saliva dripping down your chin.The smell of incense had started to make you dizzy, unsure of what you were even saying. Your tense muscles screamed for release, but you knew you wouldn’t get unless he said so. 

 He towered over you, a taunting rictus gracing his lips. He was still covered, his dark kimono carefully tucked and ironed under his kasaya. Meanwhile, you’d long discarded your own clothes, laying in a messy pile in a corner of the room. 

The candlelight cast your shadow on the bamboo doors, showing you completely under his control. “Want me to touch you even more?” He asked, already fully knowing the answer. 

Ever since you’d met Suguru, you’d been entirely devoted to him. He was the only one who understood you, who saw your pain as it was. He gave you the solace you seeked and you’d let him do whatever he wanted with you—you were his, body and soul. 

“Look at you,” he cooed, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up. “So desperate.” He kneeled, his hands traveling down to your bosom and pinching your erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “A-ah!” You mewled in surprise, your body involuntarily twitching. “Ah-ah.” He tuts. “It’s useless to move.” The ropes tied around your body were too tight for you to even think about it, the friction of the jute material feeling painfully delicious. He twisted the hardened nubs with little care, a whiny moan escaping your throat. 

Your core started to clench around nothing, anticipating his touch as he let his fingers slide along your sweaty cleavage to your stomach, stopping under your belly button. “You’ve been good recently.” He praised, “Maybe I should indulge you.” You nodded eagerly, lips trembling. 

His middle finger ran along your wet folds, brushing lightly over your engorged clit and teasingly circling your hole. “But…isn’t it your job to please your leader?” 

“Anything—anything for you, Getō–sama….!” You stammered, biting back a sigh of disappointment as he gets up again. 

“Good.” He detached the kasaya from his robes, letting his hakama pants fall around his ankles. “Open wide, then.” He revealed  his throbbing cock, already leaking with precum. Your heart soared at the thought that you were the one who had him in this state, even though you had not touched him at all. 

The first lick made his body shudder as you slowly ran your tongue up and down his shaft. You kissed the tip, giving kitten licks to the sides. “Fuck—!” He groaned under his breath. He grabbed the back of your head, pushing you further towards him until he’s completely sheathed inside your mouth. Slowly, you bobbed back and forth, swirling your tongue around, a salty taste coating it. 

Having him like this was truly a privilege; Suguru didn’t just let anyone see him this way, but you’d been such a good follower—since the day he found you, you’d been at his feet and almost worshipped him as a deity. And the sight of you, tied up on the tatami while begging for him doe–eyed made wonders for his ego. 

He threw his head back, hissing between gritted teeth as you sped up your pace, dragging your wet muscle along the veins. You reveled in hearing his sounds of pleasure, wishing you could touch him further, if it weren’t for your wrist tied together. You knew he usually enjoyed having his sack fondled and the feeling of your hands around his length. Today however, he had insisted he wanted to try something new; and you were nobody to refuse his demands. 

Soon, he spilled his seed, convulsing as his orgasm took over him. You gagged as the white liquid invaded your mouth, Suguru’s nails digging into your scalp while he held your firmly. He hated to waste any drop of his essence. 

You gulped it all down, leaving him satisfied when he finally parted from you. 

“You were great.” He purrs, putting his pants back on. “Think you can wait a little more?” 

“H-huh?!” You gasp, seeing him walk away from you. “But…!” Tears form again at the corner of your eyes, wishing to be freed from your binds. He scoffs at your distress, glancing at you over his shoulder. 

“I have some business to attend to…but don’t worry. I’ll be back soon~” 

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“F-fuck…!” 

“My, my, Chōsō—I didn't think you were this vulgar.”

His breaths were ragged, trying to regulate his heartbeat while you rode him like a stallion, your hips meeting his in loud claps. Your teasing had him on the edge for the past hour or so, growing increasingly frustrated at your antics; you had denied him release twice already, and he felt like he was ready to burst at any time. 

“Aw baby, why are you looking at me like that?” 

However, he had to admit he could never actually hate it. Not with the way you looked down at him, smirking with your eyes dazed with pleasure. The kimono that had been loosely draped around your shoulders at the beginning of the night now barely hung over one side, leaving you almost completely uncovered, each dip of your body visible to him. He couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have you bouncing on his length, your back arched and your wet pussy fluttering around him, even if you were rather…cruel. 

It was only natural for you to bear hatred against curses. They were nothing but a nuisance, a plague upon the world and you were taught to get rid of them. But he…he was a different case. Watching curses cry for mercy as you crushed them was always an indescribable sensation, one that made you feel so invincible as a sorceress—yet this was something otherworldly. Oh, how you loved to sweetly torture him; every single reaction of his was so gratifying, making your heart beat in thrill. 

Ever since that faithful day where you kissed him in the midst of battle, you knew he wasn’t as though as he let on—and that he'd be yours. 

His hands reached for your waist, which you quickly slapped away. “Nuh-uh! What did I say? N-no touching—ah! No touching until I say so…!” You gasped as his cock brushed against a particularly pleasurable spot. “Only feel and watch.” 

He reluctantly put his hands away, looking up at you with flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes. Him forced into submission, drowning in pleasure, all because of you. Truly a sight for sore eyes. 

“You’re so…!” 

“So what? Tight, sexy, amazing?” You joke with a scoff, giggling as he shuddered when you licked a stripe along his neck, tasting him on your tongue. 

Your knees dug deeper into the futon as you quickened your pace, leaving poor Chōsō a moaning mess. His arms were crossed over his face, bashfully trying to hide his ecstasy.The moonlight that seeped from the window into the dimly lit room illuminated his pale, flushed skin and the beads of sweat that glistened along his torso. While his brothers were abhorrent, repugnant creatures, he had been blessed with stunning features; the gods did seem to have favorites, after all.

 "‘Feels so good—!” He rasped out, biting his lip to avoid making too much noise. His duality was something to behold— he was always so serious, barely cracking a smile; who knew he’d be so easily overstimulated? 

Chōsō, your little freak of nature, born out of a union that should never have been. Who would love him but you?

You tugged on his pigtails, making him grunt between gritted teeth. “Hey!” He called out, but you didn't miss the way a faint blush spread on his cheeks or the way his hips bucked upwards. “Don’t fight it, I know you love it.” You bit the shell of his ear, dragging your fingers along his neck to feel his agitated pulse. 

“I’m close…!” He whimpered softly, his hand ghosting over your back before he remembered what you’d told him. “Hmm… I don’t think so.” You smiled innocently, immediately stopping. 

“W-what?!” He whined, dumbfounded. “Why?” 

Tears were forming at the corner of his eyes, pathetically trying to quickly blink them away. “Oh, no. No need for this.” You gently kissed his lashes and traced the mark on his nose, coaxing him to let it all out. “Cry for me.” 

Chōsō cried so easily, it was one of your favorite things about him;  seeing him sob like this awoke something primitive in you, like a fire burning deep in your core. 

You wiped a stray tear away, licking it from your thumb. “Alright, alright. I’ll give you what you want, mmkay?”  He visibly relaxed, exhaling shakily as he let his head fall against the plush pillows.  

You slowly started rolling your hips, your breasts swaying as you kept a steady rhythm, enjoying the way he twitched inside of you.

“But!” You abruptly stopped again, “I want you to beg for it. Or do you want me to get up and leave?” 

The panic in his features made you laugh as he frantically shook his head. “No, please I–! Please, let me cum—” you cut him off by bringing your mouth to his in a messy kiss, teeth biting at his bottom lip. 

“Such a good boy you are.” You mutter breathlessly, tongue swiftly darting out of your mouth to lick the small drop of blood that you’d drawn from him. The compliment tugs at his heartstrings, a dazed smile spreading across his face while trying not to completely unravel.  

However his resolve completely shattered the moment you lifted yourself up, only to sink back down with your nails scratching at his shoulders. “Think you can handle it until I cum?” He gulped. Through your amused grin, he knew that he would have no other choice but to comply. 

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You’d heard the rumors. 

Rumors that said that Dio Brando was no longer human. 

You’d seen his arrogance, knew what he was capable of—yet you didn’t want to believe it. 

And your first mistake was to let him in. 

It was improper for him to knock at a lady’s door so late at night, but you never cared much for propriety; not when he said your name in that hushed tone, begging you to open the door. 

You were ashamed of the attraction you felt towards him; it felt like a betrayal to your friend Erina, knowing the deserved animosity she had for Dio. His face seemed to be carved by the angels themselves, fine blonde hair resembling gold and a chiseled jaw like a marble greek statue. But his eyes—sharp and ruby red, glowing in the light of the fireplace behind you—seemed to burn into your soul, as if he knew each one of your weaknesses. 

His name left your lips in a trembling murmur; Dio. God, in Italian. Yet in this very moment, he could not be any further from the divine. Your heart drummed against your ribcage, taking a step back every time he stepped closer. Your gaze darted to the tall mirror overlooking the hall; no one but you in its reflection, although you both stood in front of it. 

This wasn't the man you knew. 

A vampire; an undead creature of the night, an immortal bloodsucking demon. You believe it to be a simple myth for the common folk, a story to tell frightened children before bed. You should've known by the way the flowers on the table withered as soon as he stepped in, or the cloud of bats that seemed to follow him. 

He muttered your name again, enticing you like the snake seduced Eve in the garden of Eden. That's when you realized you were trapped with the devil, with no way out. No one around to hear you scream. 

In a single blink, the distance that separated you was reduced as he stood only a few centimeters away. 

“Your neck…” you felt him whisper in your ear softly, his breath tickling your skin. 

“is exposed.” 

Your eyes widened, realizing what he had just said—too late. 

His fangs sank deeply into your flesh like two needles; A strangled cry of pain left your throat, so choked up it barely made a sound. 

The sensation was raw, brutal, like a wild animal tearing through your neck. You couldn’t move, paralyzed by the throbbing, stinging pain. You could only try to shout, trying to free yourself from his grasp, but it was impossible.  His arm was coiled around your waist, pressing you against his body while he sucked and drank your blood like a starved man. 

He savored the sweet flavor, and could barely contain himself—it was like a perfectly aged wine, no, more than that; it was indescribable, like the very Ambrosia of the gods. Addictive, saccharine. 

He needed more. 

Your fingers twitched at your sides while your initial discomfort slowly started to subside as the aching was being replaced by something new. Your tense muscles relaxed, a sort of relief washing over you. Was it truly relief? Or dared you say it–desire? An electric feeling coursed through your body; pain and pleasure mixed up in your system, shooting straight to your  most sensitive parts. 

You gasped, the tiniest of moans timidly escaping your lips. His grasp  tightened, his hand harshly grabbing your clothed breast. 

“Ahh~!” You  whined softly, throwing your head back and  unintentionally rubbing your  thighs together, creating a friction that was simply so delicious. The bite no longer hurt—it felt euphoric, Dio’s cold lips burning at your skin. A fire ignited in your lower belly as he sucked harder and harder, deepening the bite while the straps of your clothes slipped off your shoulders, giving him better access.  It almost felt like a kiss, the way he was moving passionately against you. It was erotic, beastly, something out of this world. 

You couldn’t think straight anymore as you relinquished the feeling, your breath erratic. You cried and whimpered in delight , trying to anchor yourself so as to not fall apart completely. 

Dio was relishing into hearing your mewls, tasting your very essence. Something about it woke up his primal instincts, like a wild animal feasting on its prey. It was the closest taste of heaven he could get, for he knew he was a forsaken creature. 

The pulse between your legs grew stronger while the vampire gulped down your blood ; your eyes were practically rolled back, your mind clouded by pure ecstasy. Despite being completely under his control, you almost didn’t want this moment to end. 

His hand slid under the hem of your nightgown, finding your soaked undergarments, his index gliding over your clothed slit. You felt him smirk against your skin, his own arousal starting to stir in his pants. Your hips involuntarily started to grind against his hand, a pressure building up in your lower half. 

A low buzzing sound hummed in your ears while he continued to slurp obscenely, feeling a ripple of coldness coursing in your nerves despite your body blazing like a furnace. The room had started to sway slightly, almost stumbling over your feet if it weren’t for Dio caging you in his arms. Grabbing your inner thigh, his nails stabbed at the supple skin, leaving crescent-moon shaped indents. 

The knot that had formed in your belly suddenly snapped without warning, harsh and violent. You moaned loudly as you reached your peak, a wave of pleasure washing over you like never before. Your legs trembled as he finally let go, satisfied, licking over the two tiny wounds left on your neck where a thin trickle of blood dripped down to your collarbone.“You did well.” he whispered, his fingers stroking your jugular delicately as he savoured the last bit of warmth. Your breath shook as your body lost its strength all at once, collapsing on the cold tiled floor.

Before losing consciousness, the last thing you heard was his cruel, mocking laugh reverberating on the walls of your estate and the sound of the rainfall heavily pattering against the windows. 

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Your eyes fluttered open, trying to get accustomed to the invasive light hitting your vision. “Mmmhh…” yawning and groaning simultaneously,  you tried to stretch out your worn out limbs, a large arm wrapped around your midsection preventing you from doing so. You looked over your shoulder, quietly laughing to yourself as you caught a glimpse of a tuft of wild red hair sprawled out on the pillow. 

Last evening, you had docked the Red Force at the port of a city which you’d already forgotten the name of, the crew stopping at the first bar they saw for a rowdy drinking night—the usual. And of course, you had to play the meditator in case any drunken fights were to break out.

Thankfully (and weirdly enough), almost everyone had already tapped out after the first few drinks; everyone but Shanks, that is. He was a heavy drinker of course, and could hold his liquor better than anyone—but when he didn’t get drunk to the point of spending the next day in recovery, his already high libido would increase where you had to be the one who'd spend the day in bed. 

And that’s exactly what had happened—it started off with soft caresses on your knee and thigh under the table, and you swatting off his hand under the guise of being in public. It didn’t bother him though, as he had dragged you back to his cabin hurriedly. The door barely had time to close that his lips were already on yours, even ready to take you on the floor if you hadn't insisted on doing it on the bed; which you were surprised was still intact after all it went through. Shanks was no small man and he certainly wasn’t so gentle during your…nightly activities. 

Next thing you knew, you were being bent in all sort of positions until the sun started to rise over the horizon. 

“Come on big boy,” you rubbed your hand over his, “Time to get up.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his untrimmed stubble tickling your skin and mumbling something along the lines of ‘not yet’, his grip on you tightening even more. You rolled your eyes playfully. “Fine. Five more minutes, then.”  Even as the captain, Shanks couldn’t be bothered to wake up early. 

You tugged at the covers he was hoarding away and pulled them over you, snuggling up against him. You huffed contently, enjoying the warmth his chest provided on your back. You had already started to drift off, lulled by the soft sound of the ocean and his soft breathing, until you felt something hard pressing on your behind. 

“Shanks.” you called out, his fingers making their way up your cleavage. “...What?” He asked, practically hearing the smirk in his voice. 

“Are you still not satisfied?” The question was rhetorical; this man was a beast in every sense of the term, and fully knew yesterday night would be enough to tame his lust, but you thought he’d at least wait until you were both fully awake. 

“Not my fault you look so good” His voice was hoarse with sleep as he kissed you nape, rolling your pebbled nipples in his calloused hand. You sighed while he squeezed your breasts, his touch fiery—like his hair. “What a horndog.” You chastised in between pants. 

“I think you’re also eager, princess…” He chuckled, feeling the wetness from between your legs. You purred happily, guiding his fingers along your moist folds and spreading them apart for him to rub your glistening pearl. You cursed under your breath as he dipped one finger inside, tentatively moving it around, watching your reactions closely. 

As soon as he heard you hiss when the pad brushed over your favorite spot, he added another, curling them in tandem while his thumb worked on your clit, circling it clockwise. With the loss of his left arm, Shanks had learned to fully rely on the other, giving him a peculiar dexterity with it—both in combat and in bed. 

Your essence trickled down his fingers as they pumped slowly, his mouth continuing to leave ardent kisses on your skin. “We should be quick…” you mutter, pressure rapidly building up. “Why? Nobody’s waiting for us. We have all the time we need.” 

You clicked your tongue in dismay as he suddenly withdrew, only to replace his fingers with the blunt head of his cock. A deep, guttural moan shot out of his throat as he plunged into your warm heat, grabbing your waist for support. Despite having him only a few hours ago, the stretch he gave you still needed a few seconds to adjust: There was a considerable amount of difference between your heights; not that you were particularly short, but he was simply so huge—everywhere. 

You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him brushing against your cervix while you waited for him to start moving. A beat passed. Two. You whispered his name in confusion, to which he responded with a low hum. “Let’s just stay like this for a bit.” He said, caressing your hip. You wanted to retort, but quickly came to realize you had no argument against it. “...Alright.” You resigned, “But not too long.” 

Shanks’ charisma had a way of making you agree to almost everything he said, without even trying. That was why you had even ended up traveling with his crew—a young woman from aristocracy, bound to be sent into a loveless marriage. Always dreaming of the sea, wishing to sail away into the unknown, your fate had been sealed the moment you met him. 

A high pitched whine left your parted lips the moment he shifted slightly on the bed to accommodate himself better, the friction sending a shiver down your spine. Dammit. You couldn’t tell how long you’d be able to last like this, and he didn’t seem to have any intention to move anytime soon. He just felt so comfortable like this, nudged against your gummy walls. He believed there was no better place on earth than being between your thighs. 

Growing desperate, you tried to move your hips before he clasped his hand on your lower belly, completely preventing you from doing so. “Shanks!” The laughter he gave as an answer to your cry made you even more annoyed. 

“Relax,” he shushed you, “I’ll give you what you want…later.” Your fault for getting infatuated with such a frustrating man. 

He went back to lazily massage your aching bud, providing you with some relief despite him remaining sheathed inside of you, immobile. Every little twitch of his cock sent your nerves into overdrive, goosebumps breaking out all over your body. You just needed that little extra push to be able to reach your peak—which he wasn’t willing to give right now. Gods, he could be so unfair.

Your breath grew laboured, trying to squirm to get even the littlest amount of movement. He didn’t seem to mind the fact that you kept clenching around him or your almost inaudible whimpers that begged him to do something. 

You were suddenly drawn out of your daze when you noticed his hand had grown limp, hearing soft snores next to your ear. Had he…fallen asleep? You bit your lip, feeling a vein pop in your temple. “Shanks, I swear—!” Your elbow hit had him awake in a second, profusely apologizing. “Don’t be mad…” he kissed your cheek, giving a hard thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs. “It’s just so fun to tease you.” 

“If you want to make it up to me…” you gasped in between moans as he rhythmically started to roll his hips against your ass, “Then you better fuck me like you mean it.” 

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The Going Merry was always brimming with liveliness, especially with the likes of Luffy and Usopp around—never a dull moment with them, even if it meant sacrificing any intimate moment you could have with your lover. 

Tonight was the rare exception to the rule however; the rest of the crew had turned in early, leaving the ship unusually peaceful. Which meant you could finally have the luxury to enjoy a romantic, candlelit dinner prepared by Sanji himself. As always, he’d absolutely outdone himself: the table had been set with steaming plates of seafood, grilled vegetables and other ingredients which had you rolling your eyes in pure delight as soon as they hit your tastebuds. 

“Was the food to your liking, mon amour?” You giggled while leaning against the back of your chair. “Of course. I’d never say otherwise, you know that.”

 He gave you a cheeky smile, tilting his head to the side. “I know. I just love to hear your compliments.” hearing your tinkling laugh warmed his heart, perhaps one of his favorites sounds. You were looking simply delectable that evening—the flowy dress you were wearing made you look like you belonged in a nymphaeum, not on a pirate ship. 

“Has the chef anything else up his sleeve for tonight?” You asked, your voice laced with a slightly suggestive tone. He gave you a knowing look. “As a matter of fact, he does.” Getting up from his seat, he disappeared in the back of the kitchen for an instant, coming back with a bottle of white wine in one hand and a small dessert in the other. 

“The true star of the show,” he announced, setting them down on the table before you. A layered peach cream cake, drizzled with honey and a prosecco from the finest vineyards. “This might be your best one yet.” You clap. “Wait until you’ve tried it.” He chuckles, pouring the drink into your glass. 

“Alright then…cheers.” Your eyes widen as you take a first bite, immediately smitten with the flavor. From the corner of your eye, Sanji seemed satisfied by your reaction as he crossed his arms, a small, smug smile tugging at his mouth. 

You nodded approvingly, gulping down yet another piece. “Amazing,” you said between chews.  “Nothing but the best for you.” He winked, extending his hand over the table to wipe away a bit of cream left at the corner of your lips. He swiped his thumb, bringing it to his own—he licked the remnants, never breaking eye contact as his tongue darted out of his mouth, slowly swirling along the digit. 

“Did you know peaches can act as an aphrodisiac?” He asked, taking a sip of his wine. His question wasn’t innocent, you could tell that much—not with the way he’d been flirting ever since the night started, or the way his voice had dropped a few octaves.

“I had no idea, actually.” You took one more bite, purposely letting the frosting coat your lips messily. “Care to try if it works?” 

His brows shot up at your boldness—before he could even retort, you were leaning forward, your hand on his tie and pulling him towards you into a fierce kiss. The perfectly sugary taste coated his tongue as it coiled around your own, your soft mouth moving clumsily with his. 

It was over soon, too soon, parting from each other with a small string of saliva connecting your lips. “Getting shy on me?” You laughed, seeing his flushed face. “You’re the one who started it!” 

He straightened himself, clearing his throat. “You took me by surprise, that's all.” You were usually a bit more timid, rarely ever taking control like this; but he couldn't say he disliked it. Quite the opposite. Today however, he wanted to make sure you knew it was all about you. 

He made his way to you, skillfully grabbing your waist and hauling you up to bend you down onto the table. “If that’s how you want to play though…” Plucking a fresh peach quarter  that decorated the top of the cake, he crushed it in his hand, letting its nectar seep out and drip over your chest down to your open collar. 

“Then I'll be your guest.” 

You gasped in surprise when he bent to your level, his mouth latching onto your neck and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Oh!” Your hands wrapped around his back, gripping his suit as you anchored yourself to him while he nipped and sucked on your flesh. His tongue rolled over the sweet juice as he slowly made his way over to your bosom, almost tearing the fabric so that he could nip at your uncovered breasts. 

“I thought you said we should never play with food?” You questioned in a soft sigh as he lapped over your mounds. “Hmm…we can make an exception for tonight.” 

His hands were roaming everywhere, from your breasts to your waist, rolling your dress up to your abdomen and easily removing your undergarments. Pulling himself off of you, he took a second to admire your flushed state. Your breath was short, your rosy lips slightly parted in a daze. Beautiful indeed; the most exquisite woman he’d ever seen—he sometimes even wondered if he truly deserved you. 

“You know…” he slipped his tie off, his unbuttoned white shirt showing a glimpse of his chest. “This wine tastes sweet, but I bet I'd taste sweeter between your legs.” He emptied his cup on you, letting the liquid drip all the way to your twitching core and over your thighs, its coldness tingling on your warm skin. 

He kept your legs spread as he kneeled before you, starting off by kissing over your left one from the ankle all the way up to your inner thigh, his beard grazing softly over it. You held your breath as he approached your moist womanhood, the fist lick making you shiver with a hushed whimper. He first ran his tongue between your folds, savouring the taste of the prosecco mixed with your natural flavor. “I was right,” he moaned, “delicious.” 

“Sanji—!” You cried out in slight embarrassment. He flicked over your puffy clit a few times, enjoying the melody of your little pleasured hiccups. 

You threw your head back in pleasure when he finally delved into you, your fingers reaching for his blonde hair to tug at it. Your toes curled whenever he’d brush against that special spot, your vision blurring from the sheer pleasure. His eyes were closed as he knew your cunt by heart, each dip and fold ever so familiar. If anyone ever asked him his favorite food, then he'd say you—without hesitation. 

His slender fingers replaced his tongue, instead switching to suck over your swollen button while they worked in a scissoring motion. The sound was so lewd and wet you were almost afraid the others would hear it. “Don’t stop…!” Your words were drowned out by your own mewl, your climax rippling over you without warning. Your body convulsed as Sanji rode out your orgasm, your honeyed wetness gushing all over his mouth.

It took you a moment to come down from your high, exhaling sharply while trying to calm your erratic heartbeat. Your lover raised slowly, tasting you on his fingertips. He hummed and nodded knowingly, then took a bite out of the cake that was almost falling off the table after such excitement. 

“Indeed.” He noted, “You are much more succulent than this.” 

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“Satoru!”

Your voice came out as a harsh whisper over your gritted teeth while he peppered your jaw with kisses. 

“I told you, we shouldn't be doing this!” He ignored you completely, his hands too busy caressing your legs. “We have time until your next class, don’t we?” 

You rolled your eyes. ‘That’s not what I meant’ you wanted to mouth, but all that came out was a strangled, surprised moan after he bit on your collarbone. 

He smiled against your skin. “See? I know you want it too.” His usual blindfold had been completely removed, letting his bangs fall over his forehead, feeling his steel blue eyes look up at you despite the darkness of the cramped broom closet you were both in. 

Of course you wanted it—how could you not? But there was a multitude of reason why this couldn’t be right now; firstly because you were teachers during class hours and you dreaded the humiliation and scandal that would stir up if you were found out.

And secondly…because both your families had been feuding for over a century—a sort of Romeo and Juliet if you will, but without the dying aspect of it all. If you were to be seen with him, doing this of all things…you couldn’t even begin to fathom the shitstorm that would follow. 

“Come on, just a quickie.” He kissed your ear while pulling down your skirt. “Damnit Satoru!” You huffed, “I don’t want to be all sweaty for my next class—and you’re going to wrinkle my clothes!” 

He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your body, your chest pressing up against his. “Hmm…but this is one of the only moments I can have you all to myself.” His voice was slightly pained, hiding it under a low chuckle. 

“...I know.” You whispered, caressing his nape and running your fingers through the back of his soft hair. If it were only up to him, you’d already be announcing your relationship to everyone, you knew his disregard for rules all too well. But you were way too cautious and scared of your family, afraid they’d tear you away from him. 

“Fine.” You decide, parting away from him. “I can at least help you with…this.” Bringing your hand to his crotch, you squeezed at the bulge in his pants that had been poking at you. He sucked in a sharp breath, a triumphant smirk ghosting over his mouth. 

His erection sprung free the moment his pants fell around his ankles, the tip coated in a clear liquid. You let your fingertips run down his stomach and visible v-line to his happy trail, running your thumb over the slit of his cock which earned a groan from him. “Wait—” he stopped you before you could go further, “take off your skirt.” 

Immediately understanding what his intentions were, you did as he said, tugging your tights down around your knees, enough for him to get access to your panties. He slid them aside, cupping your soaked heat. 

“Look at you,” He teased, his breath fanning over your mouth. “Miss ‘we-don’t-have-time-for-this’.” 

You wanted to reply something witty, gasping when he parted the lips to rub your clit roughly. In retaliation, you spat on your hand and began to stroke his length, feeling him twitch under your touch. 

The air in the tiny closet had begun to feel heavy and warm, your cheeks flushing while Satoru’s fingers teased your aching hole. He massaged around it, almost making you berate him for taking his sweet time before he finally plunged one in, the other following suit. His long fingers reached places you could never touch yourself, curling them into a ‘come hither’ motion. You had to bite your lip, aware of not making too much noise since your students were soon to be discarded from their break. 

 Your fist coiled around his cock doubled the pace, his hips bucking forwards. He wished you were doing this someplace else, somewhere where he could take his time in exploring your entire body with no restrictions.

In the meantime, he’d enjoy the small moment he got to have with you, despite having to pretend like you were nothing to each other but colleagues outside of these walls. 

Your lips captured his hungrily while you worked on each other’s sexes relentlessly, trying to bring the other to ecstasy. You rubbed your thighs together for more friction while he kept moving his fingers, your teeth clashing together, as the kiss grew messier and more desperate by the second. 

“Fuck—!” He muttered your name while you continued to jerk him off, feeling his release hanging by a thread. You were the first to reach your peak, clenching around him, your knees buckling from the pleasure. He caught you before you could fall, your face falling onto his shoulder trying to catch your breath while he murmured a few words of praise in your ear. 

Right as the bell rang, Satoru’s own orgasm ripped through him, cumming all over your fist, the drops of semen coating your fingers. A long exhale of pleasure leaves his lips, throwing his head back. 

It took you a few instants to realize that lunch break was over and immediately gasped. “Shit, we have to go back—” you took a look at the state of your hand. “Oh god, I need to clean up…!” Satoru laughs at your distress, earning a glare from you.

“This is your fault, might I remind you!” 

Stepping out of the broom closet, he put his blindfold back on, turning in the opposite direction as if nothing had happened. You clear your throat, glancing at him over your shoulder. It was always bittersweet to have to part like this. “I’ll see you later, then.” 

He grinned and blew you a kiss which you pretended to catch. “Cornball.” You chuckled, the gesture warming your heart nonetheless. You watched as he walked away, nonchalantly humming to himself—And just like that, he was gone, leaving your gaze lingering over him in the hallway. 

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You had always found him fascinating. Everything about him was simply so…bewitching. 

“Itachi…” 

A member of the Uchiha clan, a prodigy. A murderer. 

He stood before you, his arm poking out of that infamous red and black cloak you’d heard so much about. He was as beautiful as when you’d last seen him. But this wasn’t the man you knew—not to one who swore to protect you, who promised to stay by your side.  He was a wanted killer, and you were loyal to the Leaf. 

“A friend of yours?” 

The shark man next to him grins, seemingly amused by your reaction. “Kisame…” Itachi’s eyes narrowed. “Leave us. I’ll take care of this.” He raised a brow. “Oh? That’s unusual.” He didn’t protest however, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving you with the man you once loved—who you still loved, despite everything.

You were both part of the same cohort at the academy—but aside from your age, you had nothing else in common. He was miles ahead of you, mastering jutsus that were far beyond what most children were able to do and obtaining the rank of chūnin at merely age ten, while you could only dream of it. Yet, despite his status as a known genius and a member of one of the most prestigious families of Konoha, he was nothing but humble and gentle. Your remainder that there was still some humanity left in this harsh shinobi world. 

His aloof gaze never left yours, his activated sharingan burning into you. “...Why?” Is all you could muster to ask, voice breaking. Your kunai trembled in your hand as you raised it in front of your face. 

You never thought you’d see him again after so many years, in this dense forest so far away from the village. 

“You could never understand.” 

You could only try to open your mouth—in an instant, soundless and motionless, you were completely ensnared in his illusion. You were no longer standing in that forest, but in a dimly lit room, your combat gear changed into a loose fitting yukata. 

Your heart hammered against your chest. A genjutsu.

But realizing you were trapped was probably the easiest thing; now you had to break out of it. 

You frantically looked around, trying to find a way out, something that could make you snap back to reality when a whisper of your name stopped you in your tracks. 

Itachi was standing by the threshold, his hair that was usually tied up in a ponytail now cascading down his back and over his shoulders. The light of the paper lanterns highlighted his stare fixated on you; it no longer held the same coldness, but rather something deeper—regret? Longing? You couldn’t quite tell. 

You gulped, feeling something break inside of you. He didn’t say anything more, instead walking to you slowly, with deliberate steps. You tried to back up, being met with a wall.  A dead end. 

No, no. This wasn’t real, you had to wake up, you told yourself. 

But the moment he took you in his arms, all of your resolve suddenly vanished as you abandoned yourself to him completely. You had missed him—so damn much. 

You whispered his name again and again between the fervent kisses you were sharing, your fingers tangling themselves in his dark strands. The chaste kiss that he’d given you so many years ago didn’t compare to this in any way; after all, you were just children back then. 

Tears were burning at the corner of your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get him closer to you. He kissed all over your collarbone down to your chest, leaving purple marks in his wake. You moaned, the feeling too tangible for you to comprehend as you desperately clung to his back.

He swiftly pulled the obi of your yukata away to reveal your nakedness—the hairs on your body stood up from the contact with the cold air, your face flushing violently from the sudden realization you were completely exposed. Before you could try to cover yourself up with your arms, he grabbed your wrist, letting his fingers brush over your restless pulse. 

Everything happened in a blur; it was like a dream, one you almost wished you’d never wake up from. You found yourself under him, sprawled out on the tatami mat—his head sheathed between your legs, his half-lidded eyes looking up at you with dripping desire while his tongue drew patterns on your hardened nub, gently suckling at it. Your muscles tensed, ragged breaths leaving your lips as you tried to anchor yourself, your nails digging into your palms. 

It felt like a fever had overtaken you; your senses were blurred, your mouth parched and your skin breaking out in cold sweat as he continued his assault on your cunt. He let his fingers caress your burning skin, outlining the entrance to your tight heat. 

His wet muscle dragged along your folds, whining hoarsely when he sank it into you. He curled and moved it around, finding your most sensitive spots. Each time you cried out, he delved in deeper, leaving you no space to breathe. He ate you like a starved man, licking at the sweetness that oozed out of you. 

The world seemed to shake around you, his hands prying your thighs apart, lapping at your core until you completely lost yourself into the pleasure of your climax. 

Itachi watched, impassive, as your body stood limp before him, moaning almost inaudibly as you reached your peak inside your own mind. 

The room spun, white spots invading your vision. He murmured things in your ear you couldn't understand, your mind too dizzy to make out anything coherent, unable to tell reality from illusion anymore. Your hands extended out to the ceiling, reaching for something inexistant, until you were suddenly thrown out of your daze as everything distorted in a mix of red and black. 

A sharp, breathless gasp ripped from your throat while you blinked tears away, realizing you had broken out of his genjutsu.  You groaned, your legs losing all their strength as you dropped to the ground. Like an idiot, you’d completely fell victim to his tricks—and enjoyed every second of it. 

“Itachi?” You called out, to no response. Only the distant caw of crows overhead, fading over the sky, a single black feather drifting down to land at your feet. 

He was gone. 

And all that remained was you, in the stunned silence of the forest. 

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Realistically, Kento never thought he’d ever get married. His lifestyle was much too dangerous, too unstable for it—still, a part of him couldn’t help but wish he’d get to settle down. Maybe by a nice beach in Malaysia, where he could enjoy slow days at his leisure.

He watched longingly while you walked by the shore, enjoying the feeling of the sand on your feet and the sunlight hitting your sea salt–coated skin. How mesmerizing you looked, he thought, as you turned to him and smiled, showing off your pearly teeth. He waved, leaning back into his chair contently.
You were like his dream come true. He didn’t ask for much in life; as long as he could be by your side, without having to go back to his old, monotone routine, then he’d be satisfied.

Something shifted in him a few weeks ago however, when you brought up the idea of having children. It was casual, a simple wonder as you shared a nice dinner at a local restaurant. You laughed it off, blaming it on the wine, and he chuckled too—but the thought remained with him.

“You're awfully eager today…!” You muttered against his lips, gasping quietly as he buried himself into you. He let out a guttural groan, feeling you flutter around him. “Sorry,” he apologizes, giving a quick peck to the corner of your mouth “I can’t help it.” Not when your skin glistened under the light of the setting sun, your eyes gleaming with desire.

Kento usually liked to take his time during foreplay, but this time, he seemed almost desperate to have you. After you had come back from your daily afternoon swim, he’d brought you back to your room almost immediately, hungrily kissing all over your body. You both ended up nude in no time, lying down on the soft bed with both windows overlooking Kuantan beach wide open, letting the soft ocean breeze inside.

“I’m just surprised.” You chuckle, running your hands through his blonde hair—which was usually neatly combed—now messy, strands of his bangs falling over his eyes. Your legs wrapped around his waist, sighing in pleasure as he started to roll his hips against your own.

“You look…so beautiful.” He praised in a husky tone, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. He must've had some good karma from his previous life if he was able to have someone like you in his life. Cupping his face between your hands, you kissed him sweetly, feeling him smile into it. How you loved that sight; he was a serious person by nature, and when you had first met him, seeing him  crack a simple grin was a rare occasion you cherished. But now, after nearing two years of married life, you could get a glimpse of his dazzling smile which you adored so much.

One of his hands came up to grab your plump breast, massaging it gently and pinching your erect nipple, and slid it down again to find the bundle of nerves nested on the top of your core and giving it the same treatment. You jerked forward from the feeling and chastised him jokingly for taking you aback, making him chuckle softly.

His thrusts were slow and passionate, the clapping sound of skin on skin resonating in the spacious room, husky moans leaving his throat. He managed to make you a quivering mess under him and every time he brushed against that one spot, you mewled in pleasure, your fingernails digging on his muscular back. He didn’t seem to mind as he continued to move, maintaining a steady rhythm.
His mind reeled back to what you’d said the other day; if you already looked like a goddess this way, he wondered how much more mesmerizing you’d be pregnant with his child.

“Please…” he begged, his fingertips running over your lips. “Let me cum inside of you.” His other hand caressed your hips, letting his touch linger. He wanted to see his seed drip out of you, to know he might have a chance of getting you pregnant. He always prioritized your desires, but this time, he hoped you’d allow him to be a little selfish.

You’d never seen Kento like this; the look in his eyes was almost pleading, his cheeks flushed with both flusteredness and warmth from the sheer intensity of your intercourse. Your heart skipped a beat. “...Yes.” You nodded shakily, “I want you to fill me up…!” You could barely finish your sentence that he’d already picked up his pace, grabbing your waist to bury himself even deeper.

It was almost paradoxical how much he wanted to finish in you, yet at the same time, wanted this moment to last much longer. Your arms trashed around, feeling an ever so familiar knot coiling in your lower belly and your walls tightening around him.

He gave one last thrust before you threw your head back, almost going limp in his arms as your climax hit you hard. You called out his name with a breathless moan, coaxing him to join in your euphoria. A string of curses left his lips as he came, feeling one of the most intense orgasms he ever had washing over him like a tidal wave.
He emptied himself, thick ropes of his essence coating your insides as you milked him of every last drop.

You let out a sharp, exhausted exhale, your mind fuzzy as he kept kissing your face and neck sweetly. He caressed your cheek and asked for your well being, to which you responded by a simple tired hum. He didn’t move to unsheathe himself, instead staying tangled with you while pulling you close. You didn’t protest and closed your eyes, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat.

“I love you.” He murmured, earning him a short peck on the nose. The both of you stayed on the bed silently in the afterglow, the sun outside already set, giving place to the dark night until you fell asleep with his arms around you, pressed against his chest.

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Your husband was not someone who showed affection—or emotion in general. He was a pragmatic and stern man, even behind closed doors. Although you’d married for love and not out of obligation, his displays of love weren't the most obvious; a quick peck on your lips before he was off to work or a gentle caress on the small of your back as he walked past. Even his anger was calm, the very definition of a silent storm. Rarely raising his voice, instead opting for a snark comment or a burning glare. 

Being both mature adults, you rarely ever fought, resolving your disagreements by talking it out as peacefully as possible. 

Except tonight. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!” You frankly had never seen him this mad before; he banged his fist on the table, forehead creasing from how hard he was tightening his brows. It was actually more than that—he was absolutely livid. 

“My mind was perfectly clear, if that’s what you’re asking.” You replied, crossing your arms. He ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation. “It was completely irrational!” 

War had broken out between the Hidden Leaf and other nations, plunging the world into absolute chaos, which you hadn’t witnessed since you were a child. As both a shinobi and Hokage, Tobirama had no choice but  to go out on the battlefield.

 You knew he was a more than competent fighter, able to hold his own, but the thought of him getting injured still sent you spiraling. Not to mention all of the young shinobi that had been sent to a slaughterhouse. 

“I am a doctor, remember? That’s my job.” You tried to keep calm despite your pulse quickening and your fingers digging into your arm. 

 “You were on hospital duty…!  You had no reason to be on the front lines.”  He spat through gritted teeth, his knuckles turning white. “I saved their lives.” You continued to argue, “Without me and the others, your team could've died.” 

Gods, you could be so damn stubborn.  He walked over to you, heart hammering against his chest, the adrenaline from earlier still high in his system. “Something could have happened to you.” He tried to mask the slight tremor in his voice, hating to show weakness. You looked up at him, shrugging defiantly. “I’m still here.” 

A short silence weighed between the two of you. He didn’t say anything, instead looking at you completely stunned, a slight twitch in his eye.  You sighed and shook your head, thinking you’d ended the argument for the night.

“Listen—Mmmh!” In an instant, his hand was at your throat, roughly bringing his mouth to yours. The kiss was far from gentle but no less passionate—teeth clashed, lips moving against the other sloppily. “You’re impossible, woman.” He hissed as he parted from you, his gaze darkening. “It’s driving me crazy.” 

His hands almost ripped the fabric of your haori, trying to get it off of you. He aggressively squeezed the breasts that spilled out, making you cry out. Your husband was always a little rough around the edges, but tonight it seemed his frustration made him even wilder. His mouth descended upon your perky nubs, biting and tugging at them as he relished in hearing your raspy sobs. 

His harsh touch didn’t stop there as he yanked your hakama down along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed. He quickly took notice of the way your thighs rubbed together and the sleek beads of wetness that pearled along your cunt. 

“Look at you,” he stated with arrogant disbelief, “you’re getting turned on by me treating you this way.” You bit your lip, looking down. As if you didn't see the tent forming in his bottoms. “You’re feeling it too…hypocrite.” He didn’t seem to find your comment amusing as he cupped your cheeks, pressing them against his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. 

“Turn around.” He ordered breathlessly. Doing as he said, you placed your hands on the wall and shuddered when you felt his calloused hand rub over your ass, fumbling with the string of his pants.  “I can’t believe this.” He muttered as he slid his throbbing erection over your damp folds. A silent, strangled cry escaped your lips as he buried himself to the hilt with no warning. 

In some strange, twisted way, you were loving the attention his anger brought you. It made you upset that he’d doubt your competences as a kunoichi—despite medical ninjutsu being your area of expertise—but simultaneously, the fact that he'd finally show you his feelings without restraint gave you an excitement you hadn’t felt in long. 

His thrusts were fast and shallow, completely lacking in gentleness, as if punishing you. Grabbing your upper arm, he brought it behind your back, holding your wrist firmly while the other hand forcefully seized your waist. You cried his name under your breath, trying to keep yourself secure while the strength of his strokes made your legs wobble. 

He’d already lost too much to war—his brothers, his parents…and Hashirama himself had died not even a year prior. He didn’t have anyone else left, except for you; if you’d also met a tragic end, then he would've never forgiven himself. If only you weren’t so pigheaded. But then again, that’s why he’d married you. 

He sharply rammed into you, loud squelching sounds resonating into your usually quiet house. It was almost embarrassing to admit that this was probably the best sex you’d ever had. His powerful, merciless pumps made your muscles tense in delight, the stimulation of his tip grazing against your sweet spot making you cry out with foreign sounds you’d never heard come out of your own mouth. The hand that remained on the wall was clammy with sweat, your head feeling heavy while trying to steady yourself while his moves grew more ferocious. 

Tobirama was a reserved man, and this kind of passion was entirely new to you. 

“I can feel you clamping down on me.” He muttered behind you, his lips grazing your nape. You nodded weakly, making him slow down his pace considerably. “I don’t think you deserve to cum, do you?” 

“I’m not apologizing…!” You cursed him out. “No?” He stopped moving altogether, earning him a scowl of disappointment. He let go of your arm, bringing his hand to grab the back of your neck. 

“Beg for my forgiveness, or I'm leaving you as is.” His words sent a shiver straight down your spine. It infuriated you, truly, and your pride was telling you not to give in, but you were so close to orgasm. “Fine.” You breathed out, “I’m sorry. P-please, fuck—I’m sorry, okay?” 

He hummed. Although this would not be enough to tame his anger, the way he felt you twitch around his cock was almost enough to pity you. But well—he’d have to excuse you for tonight.

 “That’ll do for now,” he groaned, slamming his hips against the curve of your ass, “But don’t think I’ll let you off so easily next time.”