The Leash (Part 12, Fin.)

Summary: Your rescue was supposed to be as smooth as these missions can be. However very quickly, Tobirama faces off against an enemy that has no form, color or smell - and time is running short, very fast. Unless he figures out what truly holds you hostage, your life will be lost. Warnings (for the finished work): Blood, illness, descriptions of heavy injuries and graphic violence, torture (both depicted and implied), needles, morally grey territory, human experimentation, panic attacks, character death, angst with a happy ending ~8600 words (this chapter, finished work: 83.600) Previous: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8; Part 9; Part 10; Part 11

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Nanami Kento tries so hard not to swear in front of you~

But sometimes, especially when you're wearing that tight, white dress that makes his mouth water, you can hear him murmur under his breath.

"Pardon, Kento?" You question him but he only shakes his head, covering his mouth so no more dirty words slip out.

And again, when you squeeze yourself in front of him while he's waiting at the bar, he feels your cute, round ass push against him in all the right places and-

"sh- shi--" it almost slips out but he bites his lip just in time.

But now you've really got him and you know he can't hold it in any longer when you're sitting on his lap with your legs spread, exposing the prettiest cunt he has ever seen, dripping wet and about ready to sink onto his cock.

And when you take in his tip, holding his shoulders and moving yourself down slowly...

"Fuck--"

He lets out a deep moan when you take him all the way, with him holding your waist, guiding you down and watching the way you move.

"Sorry- I-"

He tries to apologise for cursing in front of you but you pull your hips up again in one of the most salacious movements he has ever seen and-

"ugh, sweet fuck----" he moans and starts thrusting his hips up into you, lifting you off his lap with each hard pound until he's pummelling you and throwing you around, cursing and moaning and panting into the night.

*Haha, I heard someone play the Coco Lullaby and this terrible idea popped in my head, enjoy my first one shot in literal years.*

“Do you really need to go?” you asked softly as you leaned against the wall of your living room, already knowing the answer. 

Glancing over to you as he picked up the small child and started to carry them towards their bedroom, Itachi nodded.  “I have no choice.” he hushed, trying not to disrupt his child’s sleep. 

Straightening your back as you felt a weight begin to pull on your chest, you shook your head. “Itachi- this isn’t fair. You need to tell them-” you tried to stop him, but were interrupted by a quiet question. 

“Are you going on another mission, Dad?” your child asked, lifting their head up to speak despite the exhaustion that was laced through their voice. 

Stopping in the hallway, still close enough where you could hear them talk, but where your little one couldn’t see your tears that were now starting to form, Itachi’s voice was gentle. “I am, but you’ll remember me, right?”

Covering your mouth, you looked away from the pair as the tears became more apparent. On any other mission, he would have said that he was coming home, but those comforting words were now replaced with the soft, but agony filled ones of  ‘you’ll remember me, right?’ The child wasn’t old enough to pick on this slight change in verbage, but you were, and with it, the reality of what was to come was now more apparent than it had ever been. 

Straining to keep their head up, the little one nodded, not fully aware of what they were agreeing to yet.

Cradling their head with his hand, Itachi continued to say his goodbye, “I’m sorry I have to say goodbye tonight, but I’ll hold you for as long as I can, okay?” 

You waited for an answer, but before the little one could ever do so, their head fell back against Itachi’s chest and they just nodded. They didn’t know that this was going to be the last time they ever saw their father. They didn’t know the politics and hatred that forced their father into a mission that was as good as a suicide mission. They didn’t know a lot, but what they did know was that there was now a soft lullaby being hummed that was now allowing them to fall asleep in their father’s arms one last time. 

Sinking down to the floor as you heard his footsteps make their way into the nursery, you pulled your legs into your chest and allowed your head to fall against them, tears no longer able to be hidden. How you felt didn’t matter. What this would do to your family didn’t matter. Losing the one person in the world who deserved peace more than anything didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. You were powerless in this situation, and were left to pick up the pieces when it all came shattering down. You were nothing more than a pawn who was losing one of the most important pieces in their world, and that just something you needed to come to terms with…

You were drowning in these thoughts that you didn’t even know how much time had passed before you heard the soft voice again. “Don’t let this make you cry…” Itachi offered as he took a hold on your hands.  

Looking up to him, you shook your head, “There’s really nothing we can do?” you begged, your voice cracking.

He just gave you a glance, one that told you another answer you already knew, and with that, he asked you one final question. “Remember me?”

Interim

Uvogin x reader

Warnings: mentions of captivity, abusive relationships, abuse, violence, blood, kidnapping, mentions of death

Word count: 9k

2:09 AM

A familiar nightmare wrenched you out of your sleep, one that left your heart pounding and your limbs shaking as you instantly reached for the table lamp, blindly scrambling at the lamp's base before you moved your hand upward to find the light switch. You needed the light on. You needed to be able to see clearly. You needed to know that you were alone – that there wasn't a large figure standing at the end of your bed watching you, waiting for you to become aware of his presence before he snatched you up.

You needed to know that you were the only one in your little apartment.

The light came on and you looked all about the bedroom.

And……

Nothing.

There was no sign of anyone being in there with you. The few pieces of furniture and personal items you owned were in the same places they had been when you went to bed the previous night, and with the exception of your work shirt that hung off the back of a chair, nothing in the room was in any sort of disarray. Nothing torn up or destroyed, no clothes that had been roughly shoved into your aged backpack that hung off the hook on the bedroom door.

And when you looked to the foot of the bed, you didn't see anyone standing before you.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief as you fell back onto your mattress.

Like the other times, it was only a nightmare. It wasn't real, it was only your deepest fears coming out from your subconscious, bringing forward the fears that you tried your best to keep at the back of your head every day. A possibility for your future that you were desperate to avoid.

But despite how often you'd experienced that particular nightmare, that only did so much to calm your rapid heartbeat. After all, he could still find you. Even though you had run so far and done so much to cover your tracks so that following you would be a near-impossible feat, no matter what you did, the fact remained that Uvogin could find you.

<the butterfly perched upon you>

slice of lifey vibes with trueform sukuna! youre like a servant-turned-girlfriend to him and dont mind me making it the clumsy girl trope sorry... lots of falling over and making a fool of yourself oops- mostly lighthearted, eventual romance, fluffy, very minor/implied smut. mentions of cannibalism, murder.

the warning of ooc sukuna goes without saying <3 hope u enjoy nonetheless <3

dividers by @/saradika, @/firefly-graphics and @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

word count; 8.1k

how can someone be this useless?

its not uncommon that you trip over your own feet. the food you try to make always ends up charred and inedible. and anything that wounds up in your hands seem to either break or get misshapen. seriously, uraume considers you an eyesore.

very much like a stressed mother in law, they try to whip you up into shape to best please lord sukuna, but you can't do a thing right. goodness gracious.

there are only a handful of servants here at the lord's estate, mainly due to how he dislikes crowds and has a low tolerance for people in general, and will only accept a few for maintenance of his abode only. and yet, an awfully incapable and bumbling girl like you finds yourself at such a place. uraume wouldn't be surprised if lord sukuna lopped your head off one day, if he managed to catch sight of your silly mistakes.

the servants have very minimal contact with the lord. he's often out tormenting whomever challenges him on the battlefield, and even when he's home, none of you are brave enough to be loitering about in areas where he's currently present. uraume is the only one who usually speaks with him directly.

JJK x Naruto crossover occupied my brain......