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animexts · 2 years

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Comforting a mentally exhausted S/O

Modern AU!

Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kiba, Neji and Itachi.

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A/N: Lately I've been fucking tired mentally, and I assume there might be a follower going through it too so...

A/N²: I will probably do this with Tokyo Revengers too.

Naruto Uzumaki

From the moment you woke up, you've noticed that you've gotten worse from the day before.

"Holy shit, today is going to be a rough day." You thought, closing your eyes tightly.

So yes, you decided you wouldn't go to school today, you don't have the strength for that

You snuggled into bed again to spend your depressing day in bed, when you heard your cell.

You sighed and reached over to answer the phone without reading the name.

"Are you ready yet? I'm coming to get you." Your boyfriend's excited voice came on the other end of the line making you want to cry, he was your ray of sunshine.

"I'm not going to school today."

"Why not? Are you sick?"

"I just... I can't."

With just that sentence, Naruto stops walking on the sidewalk and understands everything.

He had already noticed signs of your a few days ago.

I think she finally closed in on the edge. Naruto thought

"Well then, it looks like we'll be skipping class today."

"What? Naruto no-"

It was too late.

After almost an hour you hear someone knocking on your door and when you open it, you see your boyfriend full of bags and with an affectionate smile on his face.

He drops them on the floor and pulls you into a bear hug.

"My baby won't go through this alone."

Sasuke Uchira

Sasuke noticed that you weren't well from the moment he picked you up from your house, but decided not to pressure you.

He made it his mission to get you at least one smile.

He sat in the seat behind you during every class, so he could write little letters on his notebook paper, and deliver it to you without the teachers noticing.

"You look beautiful today, even with that tired face"

"Look, I think Naruto is going to drool on the table."

Those were some of the cards.

And Naruto was really about to drool if you ask me lol.

During the break, Sasuke took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his, and winked at you with a soft smile, showing that he was there all along.

As you sat in the cafeteria, Naruto sat between the two of you, making Sasuke put on the funniest disgusted expression you've ever seen.

You smiled slightly, and Sasuke felt like a sun had risen in his head.

"Holy shit, what a beautiful thing" He thought.

"Sooo what are we going to do today?"

"Get out Naruto!"

Yes, seeing these two arguing is something we are all used to.

Skikamaru Nara

Shikamaru loves silence and everyone knows.

Turns out he doesn't like YOUR silence.

He loves to hear you just talk about his day, or tell him a bad joke, he just wants to hear your voice.

He looks at you sitting on the grass next to him in silence from the moment he arrived.

There was something wrong, and he needs to do something.

"Do you want to talk about that?"

"I'm not sure..."

He approaches you and you lean your head on his shoulder.

He leans his head on top of his and sighs.

"You're too precious for this world, you know?"

So during the afternoon you all sit there in silence, until he starts to feel his shoulder getting wet.

You're crying right now and as much as it hurts him, he knows you need it.

"I'm fine here love, it's okay."

Kiba Inuzuka

"You're not fine are you?"

It's the first thing he says to you as soon as you open the door.

"I'm here my love" He hugs you tight and you cry into his chest.

He brought Akamaru with him because he knows how much you like each other.

"Want to do something? we can just sleep too if you want"

He sits you on the bed and takes your face with both hands kissing your forehead, cheeks and finally your mouth.

"You're amazing okay? Let's get through this together."

Yeah, this had been a shit week, but you had Kiba Inuzuka with you so that was fine.

Neji Hyuuga

Neji is a very observant guy, so just from your walk he knew you weren't doing well.

"I get it, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

He gives you a kiss on the forehead and a peck on the mouth.

So all day he spoiled you in every way possible, buying you ice cream and carrying you on his back.

"Fuck leave her alone!" He would tell anyone who came close wanting to talk to you.

"I feel useless Neji."

That phrase took him by surprise.

"Hey! Don't you dare say that about yourself never listening again?"

He hugs you tight and lets you cry into his chest.

He doesn't want you to go through this alone because your pain is his pain.

Itachi Uchiha

"Why didn't you tell me you were at your limit my love?".

"I didn't mean to bother you..."

"You never could, come here let me take care of you"

So all day he made nice things for you to eat, since he knew you preferred his food.

He also combed your hair with all the care and love in the world.

Not to mention he watched all your favorite shows and cartoons with you.

And still listened to all your outburst with attention and affection in the eyes.

"I know things are tough right now, but please don't forget I'm with you."

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hellavile · 2 years

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chase. sasuke.

⨳ cw: fem!reader, lowercase intended, quickie sex, black coded, sasuke is needy, surprise party for the hubby, creampie, reader fingers herself, choking, slight intoxication, sasuke’s rlly rough <;3

⨳ mocha’s note; happy super late birthday to daddy sasuke. *swoons* <3

sasuke’s day didn’t go exactly how he planned it. all fucking day he’s been running around finishing missions for naruto who’s so far up his ass he feels like he gave birth to the guy. and that’s not even the main reason why he’s angry. sasuke finds it odd that no one in the entire village had wished him a happy birthday today. yeah, he may not be the most favorited, but his close friends, the ones he’s known for half his life didn’t have shit to say to him. and sasuke being sasuke didn’t bother speaking on it, assuming either they’d forgotten or simply just didn’t care. he’s been out since dawn, taking care of things for the village until the sun began to set and the area grew quiet.

fuck it. there’s nothing much to say to anyone, he won’t even hold a grudge tomorrow. he’ll just go home and sit in solitude with you, his precious wife. let’s hope you hadn’t forgotten either. you were still asleep when he left, curled up naked under the cream silk sheets, face buried into his pillow you had snatched from his side the moment he left the warmth of your shared bed. he wanted more than anything to stay inside with you all day. cuddle, cook his favorite dish and sit by the pond in the backyard talking for hours.

he’s exhausted when he’s facing the main door of your perfect home, only the two of you. its super dark once he walks inside, taking off his shoes before cutting on the light. he’s so in his head that he’s lost most of his ability to be aware by the people in his house. that is until he takes sight of the twenty people in his house popping confetti in the air and screaming happy birthday. sasuke is on high alert, activating the lightning blue of his chidori in his hand, hearing your voice gasping and running up to stop him.

“baby, baby, chill!” the softness of your palms encase the heat in his cheeks, lowering his face to yours to look into those big, pretty eyes of yours. wide with panic. sasuke immediately comes to his senses and relaxes, his many friends surrounding his home trying to maintain their smiles.

“oh, fuck me . . . i’m sorry,” sasuke apologizes to you first, kissing your forehead and pulling you in for a tight hug. “i hate surprises.”

“you hate everything!” naruto exclaims behind you, causing you to laugh into your husbands chest, squeezing his arm and nestling your face in his chest. both of you needed one another’s warmth.

“you included,” sasuke jokes. naruto growls, ready to throw the two-tiered birthday cake in his hand at his face. the candles are still lit, awaiting sasuke’s wish before they’re blown out and they can all finally enjoy the party they’d been arranging all day.

“we wanted to do something nice for you,” sasuke listens to you explain. “sorry for their lack of care today. we were all just really focused on keeping it as secret as possible.”

you understood him so well. maybe they all did realize he was upset about it all day. sasuke smiles endearingly, thanking everyone in the room before sakura is unable to contain her excitement and pleads for sasuke to blow out his candles. he keeps you in his hold, closing his eyes to pretend he’s making a wish, because to be honest, he didn’t need a new one. you and his family were enough.

your traditional spaghetti, a few slices of cake, and an overly amount of liquor swirled in his system by the end of the night. spending most of the time conversing with your friends, drinking and laughing. sasuke had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. constantly trying to grope your body, reaching his hands under your dress and having to swat his hands away. he’d even bite your neck and when one of the guys caught him he’d play it off as if he was snuggling you. everyone knew it was a lie. sasuke could never handle his liquor and when he’s drunk he’s the horniest man known.

while most of everyone was outside on the patio, sasuke took this change to drag you to the bedroom, locking the door for obvious reasons. he didn’t want to be disturbed. he only needed you quick and without anyone noticing the two of you were gone. though that was impossible. it’s his own party.

“i needed you so bad,” sasuke kisses over your face and neck with a heavy tongue following, hot hands lifting your sundress over the globes of your ass he spanks after aggressively bending you over the mattress.

“i need you more,” you can’t help but to give in, melting in his touch. your hips ache as his fingertips trace over your skin, hooking a finger under your lacy red thong, an opposite contrast to the yellow dress on your flourished skin, and tugging them down until they hit your ankles.

sasuke pulls his heavy cock from his briefs and taps your ass cheek with it, biting his lip and groaning unintentionally loud. he’s so hard it’s unbearable. precum leaking from the engorged, fuchsia colored head. he lays it on your backside, sliding his left hand under your stomach and up to your neck he grasps before pressing his mouth to your cheek, breathing unsteadily.

“get that pussy wet for me,” sasuke lands a hot hand on your ass hard, a salacious moan pulling from you as you look into his eyes while you suck on your fingers, coating them with your saliva before reaching underneath yourself and sinking them into your cunt, pumping while he grinds his hips.

the silent room echoes with nothing but the slickness of your slick pussy and heavy breathing. the hairs on your neck and the goosebumps running along your arms heighten with every strike sasuke lands on your ass, humming as you whimper and fuck yourself, his hits vibrating straight to your throbbing clit.

“m’ready, ‘ke. needa feel full,” the way you say his name with such sultry in your voice while dragging your cum covered fingers over the tongue that sticks out of your mouth fucks him up. he could cum on sight.

“yeah? it’s empty? it needs my cock?” he hits your ass again after you whine about it, by now the right side bruised and red. taking a chunk of the left, his long fingers are sprawled, gripping hard and angling his waist back to slide slowly into you inch by inch.

“whimper and i’ll go deeper,” his brows are bent low, focused on your pussy suctioning him, the vein on the upper side of his dick pulsating the second you arch your back and claw at the bedding, whimpering and waiting for him to fuck you just like he needed to.

when his skin collides with yours it’s like waves clashing. the way sasuke fucks you is an outer body treatment like no other. he likes to be rough about it. knows the difference between harder and faster. and he likes it hard. it’s better for him because he can feel your voice stutter and your body jolt. he can feel the drag of his cock inside of you, slow stroking as you clamp around him and try to milk him for all he’s got. hard because you cry like a desperate slut who’s getting her cervix kissed back to back. hard because he can grab you and pin you down and force you to take it while your tears soak your face, a fucked out smile curls, and your eyes are white.

“i’m bout to fuckin’ cum,” the groan is guttural in his throat, sasuke picking his pace up and fucking you faster, throwing his head back, chasing his orgasm. he gasps when you take the initiative and clap your ass back, sasuke in shock, scrolling his eyes back as you grasp onto his arm for balance.

“keep fuckin’ doin’ that,” suddenly, he pins your arm behind your back, entwining your fingers to hold hands before grabbing your neck and squeezing just enough to blur your vision, breath shaky as you rock your body back to his. “fuck. fuck.”

you can tell he’s ready to pull out with the way his weight fluctuates from yours, and you bitch about it almost instantly, crying out a whiny ‘noo, cum in me’ before using your free hand to keep his thigh to yours. sasuke loses his balance, chest to your back and all of his weight suffocating you deliciously, balls deep while his balls seize up, flat to your ass and shooting his thick load into your womb.

“babyyyy,” sasuke moans in the crook of your neck, hiccuping as his waist continues to roll into you as you cum from being so full. clenching your walls making it a task to pull back. he’s pulsating wildly inside of you, groaning and smacking your ass once more before rolling the two of you on your sides so you can breathe.

“thank you,” he smiles drunkenly.

“happy birthday, sasuke.”

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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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18+ mdni. fem!reader.

“Fuck.”

IT’S the only word Naruto says as you sit down on his cock and make that first bounce that makes all of his blood rush south: fuck.

The curse is simple; breathless. Perhaps it could even be considered as uncharacteristically timorous for a man as talkative as him, but it nevertheless slips past his parted lips and hangs in-between the hot air between you without any sort of restraint. You swallow it down with the help of your tongue twirling around his own. Outright devour it.

Your favourite boyfriend you’ve ever had so far is panting as you lift your hips up and ever so slowly drag them back down so that you can fuck yourself even deeper and push him further inside your wet warmth than you did the first time around. He groans at the sensation of feeling your walls show love to his dick at long last; his foggy blue eyes rolling into the back of his head the moment he tips it back into the backrest and just moans.

The broken sound sends a chill rushing down your spine. It's nearly electric: how riddled with raw, relentless emotion it is. You’ve been dating for nearly six months, and you still haven’t grown tired of hearing it. Truth be told, you doubt you ever will get tired of it.

You suppose that he’s just that charming.

And besides being charming; he is needy as well. So fucking needy, but you’re needier. Transparent, glimmering slick gathers on the inner side of your thighs and clings to the skirt of your pretty dress as you repeat the movement and roll your hips against him to make you stick even more closely together in the already cramped-up space you've wound up in.

“Goddamn, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grits out through clenched teeth as you pick up your pace. “You’re gonna make me bust s’hard, pretty… Gonna let me fill ya up? Yeah?”

“Naru, baby,” you sigh his pet name out, finding purchase on his broad shoulders. “You know that i-it gets… Messy when you do that.”

“I know… But I wanna.” He pauses for a second before he kisses your neck. “Please? I’m beggin’... Nnh, wanna cum inside you s’bad.”

He’s drawing in every breath like it’s sacred as he readjusts on the worn backseat of his equally as shitty car. It's a lousy, old thing he's bought with his own money that he's saved up while working a boring summer job at the nearby gas station before starting his first year of college, but you can tell that he's proud of it. Immensely so.

Proud, because it offers some sense of privacy that his house certainly isn't able to provide; taking his kind, but slightly nosy mother and equally as curious father into consideration. As much as he loves them, Naruto can’t help but feel slightly annoyed at how they've somehow managed to succeed in ruining every intimate moment between you ever since he’s introduced you to them.

After all, passing by his room whenever you swing by for a visit, his parents are armed with snacks and those wide smiles that make him feel embarrassed that he’s even brought his girl home in the first place. And never mind the kindness; it's their blindness that gets on his nerves!

Both Kushina and Minato seem to be utterly oblivious to the sheepish, slightly panicked smile you offer and the not-so-subtle eye roll their son gives whenever they interrupt you giving him a handjob underneath the blanket, or him being knuckles-deep inside your puffy cunt instead. And not just that, sometimes it's just a hot make out session in general, one that could very much lead to something more, if it had not been meddled with by his mom and dad.

And maybe that’s why he’s so happy he bought the damn car. He can go anywhere, anytime. Can take you on dates somewhere you haven’t been to before. Can fuck you like an animal in it, too, and not be afraid of how loud his moans get and how rough that, just as quick pat, pat, pat turns as he begins to slam home.

So, that’s how you find yourself at an empty parking lot at one in the morning that night; with your body entangled with your lovely boyfriend’s, and with his tongue dancing inside your mouth with such ferocity that it makes you think he’ll swallow you whole. He’s texted you to sneak out just so that he can get his dick wet. As lewd as it is, you can’t lie that it makes you feel flattered in some messed-up, slutty sort of way.

And you truly do feel like a slut; squeaking and breathing hard whilst getting smashed by his demanding cock like this. Do feel like a little whore as he spreads his legs just a little bit wider and wraps his large hands around the back of your thighs so that he can get a better grip on you. So that he can get himself balls deep inside of you and just start pounding the shit out of your poor pussy as you continue to ride him just because he's spammed you over text of how badly he needs you to do it.

His mouth is red and tender from all the kisses you’ve shared with him so far - bottom lip outright swollen from the way you keep nibbling on it and sucking it into your warm mouth to stop it from quivering. Still completely dressed, his sweatpants are tugged down just enough so that he could get inside your dripping pussy as quick as possible. The sleeves of his orange hoodie are rolled up to his elbows - one slightly higher up than the other, he’s that impatient - and the white t-shirt underneath has rode up so far his stomach that you're blessed with a nice visual of his sweat-coated abs; which you can’t help but trace your fingernails over, of course.

He clenches them whenever you look down and wiggle your hips on top of him. You're not sure if he's doing it on purpose - let’s be honest, any cocky nineteen-year-old would like to get a chance to show off such a vigorous, tight physique - but you certainly aren't going to complain about it. He’s just too pretty whenever he gets inexplicably horny like this.

Especially when he smiles up at you dazedly; the whites of his eyes glossy, and his pupils so, so big, and he whimpers out,

“Please lemme cum inside. Pretty please.”

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closurechilde · 7 months

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Day 13: Biting/Marking

WHY DOES THE MIDDLE PHOTO ACTUALLY LOOK GOOD WHAT THE FUCK?

It was going to be a joke but it looks so good I can't change it.

Cw. Biting, duh. I'M WRITING THIS AT SCHOOL SO IT'S NOT SPICY AT ALL I KNOW I'M SORRY. F!reader.

You smell rare.

Kiba senses it. And he doesn't mean you stink in sweat after training or Akamaru's scent. Because if it was the first option, at least it was your sweat. And if it was his dog's scent, well, he couldn't get mad at you for loving his friend.

But you have another human scent. One he knows well.

He raises an eyebrow at you when you get in. Akamaru goes running to you, flopping on his back for you to rub his belly.

"Hi! Hi! Hi, big guy! Hi!" You greet him with baby voice as you get on your knees to rub his belly and his cheeks before leaving a kiss on his snout.

You get up and look at Kiba. Crossed arms as he looks at you with a frown.

"Why do you stink to Naruto?" He asks. A calm and collected look that made you shiver.

"I went to have Ramen with him, Hinata and Shikamaru...? I thought I'd told you." You answer, caressing his cheek. And he hates it when you do that because he feels like a puppy when you first scratch the back of his ears and he can't be mad at you anymore.

He leans into his touch and hugs you tightly.

"I still don't like his scent on you. I want my pretty lady's perfume back."

You giggle at the nickname and the little pout he gives you before he starts kissing your palm, then your wrist, and then your arm before biting hard enough to leave a mark.

"Auch! Kiba!" You hiss at the sting.

"Bare with it. I'm planning to leave a few more on you." He says, repeating the process.

Three kisses and a bite. Three kisses and a bite. This is what he did all over your body.

Legs, thighs, arms, forearms, shoulders, neck, collarbone, breasts, chest, and belly are all covered in gentle but firm love bites. On the front and back.

An admirable artwork to say at least.

"Happy now?" You ask, resting your head on your already-bitten arms as you lay on his bed, almost naked if it wasn't for the long shirt he gave you after finishing your chest zone.

He lays over you, careful to not crush you with his weight, and hides in the crook of your neck.

He can't sense a trace of the Uzumaki on you. In fact, it's a sweet mixture of his and your scent.

And you could swear that if he had a tail, it'll be waving like crazy.

"Very happy." He sighs happily, nuzzling on you.

"So... what would I say to my parents when I get home?"

"Blame Akamaru. Say that you were playing too rough or something." He mumbles sleepily before he starts to snore on top of you.

#kinktober #naruto #naruto x reader #kiba x reader #kiba inuzuka #kiba x you

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sakuraharuno156 · 4 months

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Why Hinata hate in Sakura Fandom makes sense and the other way around - a rant.

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I'll precede it by saying - COMPARISON HAS NO SENSE. THEY BOTH HAVE NOTHING TO GAIN.

Sakura is a main character so comparing her to Hinata makes just as much sense as comparing her to Kiba - non.

Hinata is a background character so comparing her to a main makes just as much sense as comparing her to Kakashi - non.

However, the hate between those Fandoms is a different story.

And I'm gonna try to keep it unbiased (as a new years gift I guess) even tho I do have my biases towards those two.

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If you like a character you probably have a reason to do so.

You can like Shikamaru, L (death note) and Sherlock Holmes because you have a thing for those INCREDIBLY INTELLIGENT people.

You can like Obito and Zuko (Atla) because you, like me, are into that good redemption arc.

You can like different characters for different reasons, but if you like intelligent people you are more likely to like Shikamaru than Lee, because they just suit your preferences better.

So it's hard for people to like both Sakura and Hinata.

Sakura is strong and hot-headed

Hinata is shy and timid

Sakura is quick to do something

Hinata is more into watching from behind

Sakura, when she sees something she likes or dislikes, reacts abruptly and harshly

Hinata is gonna blush and faint

Sakuras fighting style is rough, strong and upfront

Hinata is delicate and reserved

Sakura is a junnin

Hinata is a stay at home mom

They are completely different people so:

For Hinata Fans, that love her for her love and admire for Naruto, Sakuras rejecting Naruto time and time again seems stupid.

For Sakura fans that love Sakura for being a strong female character, Hinatas constant need for saving is absolutely dreadful.

For Hinata Fans, Sakuras hot-headedness and need for action is seen as rude and out of place.

If you love Hinata for being shy and reserved, stressed to react, like here:

You can't like Sakura for standing up for herself (and her friends) like here:

(Naruto just insulted Lee that had saved their lives)

4. For Sakura fans, that love her for becoming so strong from nothing, Hinatas great, wasted potential is painful.

When you love Sakura for cannonicaly training hard:

You can't like Hinata for bringing tea to people who do train:

5. When you love Hinata for wanting to stand with Naruto, Sakuras want to fight with both Naruto and Sasuke hand in hand is ridiculous.

If you were proud of Hinata for this:

You see no reason to see this as important:

6. When you love Sakura for carrying for both of her friends, you see Hinatas need to be with just Naruto as selfishness.

If you love Sakura for wanting to be a great ninja to help both of her friends:

You will have a hard time liking Hinata, who to be a better ninja just to be noticed by Naruto:

You can sort of distinguish a characteristics of both Fandoms:

Sakura fans:

Feministic

Independent

With constant need of improvement

Hinata fans:

Loving

Persistent

Shy

So I don't understand why people are surprised that those two Fandoms dislike each other.

You can't be a faminist and stand by Hinata.

You can't be into timid and uncertain characters and stand by Sakura.

That's just how it works 🤷‍♀️

So, in conclusion:

Comparing them is irrelevant, noone has anything to gain from it... but hate? Oh baby! Thats 100% different.

I'm a firm believer into hating fictional character that are against your beliefs.

So stop comparing and start hating them for who they are, not for who they are in comparison to others.

Let's see Hinata fandom the world burn 🔥❤️

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Btw:

(I'm gonna hashtag it both with "hinata" and "anti-hinata", because even tho I tried to be objective, I dislike Hinata so... idk how I did xD)

Btw 2:

Happy new year 🎉🎉🎉

#anti hinata #naruto #pro sakura #sakura haruno #anti hinata hyuga #pro sakura haruno #anti hinata fandom #anti filler #hinata fandom #sakura fandom #hinata fans #sakura fans #hinata #hinata hyuga #pro naruto manga #naruto manga

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keithisbae1 · 3 months

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Baby Sarada's Adventure - Part 1

Next: Part 2

Sasuke watched as his little daughter was sucking on one of her toys. Naruto, Kakashi and everybody probably went overboard with all the gifts because now she had so many which they had no idea what to do with.

“Sarada, don’t put it in your mouth.” He pulled her hand down and in response, she smiled clapping her hands and giggling. Who would have thought he would be a father to such a sweet innocent girl? Sasuke would do his best to protect her with his life but one thing which haunts him is if she’ll suffer due to his past actions.

Both she and Sakura. Sure his wife tries to reassure him that everything would be fine but not everyone was as forgiving as she and Naruto.

Sasuke then took Sarada's favourite rattle and began shaking it, her eyes gleamed and she put the toy down watching what he was doing.

“See?” She stared at it for a bit reaching out and taking it. Just as Sasuke thought she knew what she was doing when Sarada shook it, she began suckling on the rattle instead. A big grin on her face.

He sighed, ruffling her hair. She’ll grow out of it.

Sakura was sleeping on the sofa, he wanted to give her a break so offered to look after Sarada for the day. It should be a simple task but it didn’t help when she would sometimes go crawling over to her Mama wanting attention.

“Sarada,” Sasuke made sure to keep quiet but also stern so Sarada knew not to disturb Sakura. The girl was standing, holding onto the sofa for support.

“Mama’s sleeping, she needs her rest.”

Sarada looked up to where her Mama was and back at Sasuke. The sofa was really big so without help, she wouldn’t be able to reach her.

Uh oh, her lips were trembling. She really wanted her Mama. He began to panic and looked around the room hoping for some idea. Spotting his cloak which Sarada seemed to love so much for some reason.

He took it off the table and put it on top of his head so it was almost like a tent.

“Sarada look," Sasuke cooed trying to encourage his daughter to crawl over to him.

She stopped pouting, eyes bright and carefully plopped herself down so she could crawl over and sit on Sasuke’s lap. His cloak was comforting, she took hold of an empty sleeve and began putting it in her mouth.

But wasn't very tasty.

“Sarada, not again,” he took and gently pried the sleeve off her but Sarada was determined and kept taking it back. It was almost like a little tug of war but seeing as she was so small he had to be careful not to be too rough. The girl finally got tired of playing and yawned lightly toppling over his lap making herself comfortable.

Her big eyes looked at him, little hands in the air as she spoke.

“Ah aah.”

“Are you trying to say, Papa?” He let out a soft smile letting her hold on to his fingers.

“Ah… aaah.” Nothing but baby sounds came out of her mouth but she was trying.

As expected of our daughter. After all, both he and Sakura were stubborn so it was natural for her to be too and wanting to get it right.

Sarada yawned again and was asleep in no time.

When she opened her eyes, she noticed she was leaning on her Papa's shoulders. Since Sasuke knew Sarada would want to feed when she woke up, he carefully picked up his daughter so as not to disturb her and prepped her food.

But usually, feeding time was spending quality time with Mama so the girl made a fuss trying to get out of his grasp.

“There there Sarada, look I have your food.” Sarada made a pouting face and looked over his shoulder to where she could see Sakura trying to reach out.

Unfortunately having one arm was difficult to keep hold of a baby. Especially when the said baby was fussy.

He pushed out the high chair with his leg and placed Sarada in it. Her arms were folded, well she attempted to fold them. A frown across her features knowing she was now trapped giving Sasuke a 'death glare'

“Don’t look at me like that, you’re just a little cranky from being hungry. Here, open up.” Sarada turned her face around refusing to eat.

“Sarada,” Sasuke warned, she dodged the food again.

He sighed, placing the spoon down. As adorable as she looked Sarada could certainly be devious.

Didn’t Sakura assure him saying she’ll be a little Daddy’s girl? That certainly wasn’t the case here when it was clearly obvious that she wanted Sakura’s attention. Or maybe babies were just fickle in wanting the parent that was busy, hmm that seemed about right.

The doorbell rang and he was tempted to ignore it but knowing only one other person would bother them he decided to go answer. Saving for Sakura to wake up.

“You stay here.” Well duh, where else was Sarada going to go? She still gave him a glare watching him leave.

“Yo Sasuke,” Naruto beamed. Little Boruto clinging onto his shirt sucking on his thumb.

“Keep quiet, Sakura’s sleeping.”

“Eh? Don’t you usually have to be quiet because the baby is sleeping? Not the parent.” Sasuke glared at the blonde. He really was an idiot.

“I’m trying to give Sakura some time off.”

“Oh, what a coincidence. So am I, why don’t we walk around. I'm sure Sakura-chan won't mind.”

That actually wouldn't be a bad idea, except for one thing.

“I need to get Sarada to eat first but she's being cranky.”

“Well, today's your lucky day bas- uh Sasuke. Because I'm an expert.”

Just what he needed. More loud children. Still what else could he do? The sooner Sarada could eat they could go out and he'll be able to keep Sarada distracted for the rest of the day.

“Fine, but you have to be quiet, remember Sakura is sleeping. That includes Boruto too.”

“Okay, okay I get it.” Naruto hushed and looked down at his son.

“You hear that little buddy. We have to be quiet.” Naruto put a finger to his lips and Boruto copied. Not that he really understood what was going on.

“See he gets it.” Sasuke rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, don't make any loud noise.”

~~~

“So tell me, how are you going to get my dear daughter to eat?” Sasuke asked as the two went into the kitchen, she still had her arms crossed face turned away.

Naruto gave a smirk, he knew exactly what to do.

“Well, I happen to know a secret. Thanks to Shikamaru that is. Did you know that babies can get quite territorial with their food? All I have to do is give some to Boruto.” Sarada’s eye peeked open, watching Naruto suspiciously as the strange man took hold of her spoon from her bowl.

What was he doing?

“Here Boruto say ah,” little Boruto looked down at the spoon of food. His eyes brightened and he opened his mouth to eat.

Immediately Sarada’s face fell, her arms out making cooing sounds wanting the food. She turned to look at her Papa as if to say ‘are you really going to let this happen?’

“Oh so now your hungry?” He didn’t think Naruto’s plan would actually work but now Sarada was on the verge of tears which wasn’t what he wanted. If she cried now then she’ll wake up Sakura.

“Naruto,” Sasuke growled taking another spoon from the drawer to feed Sarada with.

“What? She’s eating right?”

“You almost made her cry. What if she woke up Sakura?”

“Oh… right. Hehe,” he sweatdropped. “But hey, at least she’s eating now.” Naruto pointed out when Sarada happily opened her mouth accepting the food Sasuke was giving her. He gave a hmp in response watching her happily munch away.

Why couldn't kids be so simple?

“Ah ah,” Boruto pouted pointing to his mouth.

“Oh, you want some more?” He nodded his little head. “Uh hey Sasuke, I don’t suppose-”

“There’s some more left in the cupboard.”

“Thanks, buddy, I swear I fed him earlier.”

After the kids were fed they allowed Boruto and Sarada to talk and play together for a while. Both were making up words that they couldn’t understand but it seemed like they were able to talk to one another.

Sarada was shaking the rattle Sasuke had earlier showing Boruto how to do it. She was a fast learner, he'll give her that.

“Do you really think they can understand each other? It’s like they’re talking gibberish.”

“Shouldn’t you be able to understand them then? Your good at that.”

“Oh haha, this is the thanks I get for helping you out earlier.”

“Anyway, why don’t we go to the park. We’ll be able to tire them out once we get back.”

“Ah.”

“Something wrong?” Naruto noticed Sasuke looking off. He kept zoning in and out. Whether or not the Uchiha noticed though, he wasn't sure.

“I thought I would be able to figure it out by now.”

“Figure out what?”

“How to take care of Sarada. I’m her father, shouldn’t I be able to know what she wants. Keep her entertained without Sakura?” It was hard to feel like he did enough when Sarada would constantly go back to Sakura. She did a lot for their daughter and whilst Sasuke did more than his fair share of help it never felt like enough.

It was an insecurity he couldn't get over.

“Hey, we’re still learning. Even Hinata struggles with Boruto sometimes, I’m sure Sakura-chan does too. It’s not like we just magically know how to be parents.”

That makes sense. If only it was easy to get over.

“Besides, don't like babies have a special connection with their mothers?”

“Connection?”

“Yeah, you know. They have to rely on them more for food and all. I don't know something like that, I read it somewhere.” Naruto shrugged, finger on chin trying to recall where he heard it from.

“Besides, Sarada loves you as much as Sakura-Chan. When she and Hinata-chan hanged out, Hinata said Sarada suddenly started making a fuss. Apparently, she spotted us walking by and she was trying to reach out to you.” Naruto laughed.

“She probably gets that from you, you know pretending not to care but secretly does.”

“You were doing just fine until saying that,” Sasuke smirked, he briefly recalled Sakura mentioning it before and Sarada wouldn't leave him alone for the rest of the day.

“Serves you right! That's what you get for not being grateful. But have you spoken to Sakura-chan about this? If you are that worried, I'm sure she would be able to give you better advice than me. She has plenty of experience and I'm sure she had some troubles too.”

Sasuke didn't consider that. All the kids loved her but maybe there were a few who were trickier to handle.

“Uh Sasuke... where's Sarada?”

What?

He turned around but only Boruto was there. He seemed to be looking for Sarada too.

“Boruto, where did Sarada-chan go?” Naruto tried to ask as Sasuke went frantic searching in the house.

The door was locked so she wouldn't have gotten out and how fast could a baby travel?

Boruto motioned with his hands, shaking his little fist and then waving his hand about. Almost like saying 'she just disappeared' But that couldn't be, right?

“Where is she?”

~~~

When Sarada looked around, she couldn’t see her parents anywhere. No Papa, Mama, or even little Boruto who she made friends. She was by herself with nothing but trees in sight.

She gripped the rattle which she was still holding onto, eyes widen looking frantically around. There had to be someone right? Anyone? Sarada tried to make a noise but all that came out were baby sounds which were too quiet for anyone to hear.

Tears started to fall and Sarada screamed crying.

She wanted her parents, this place was too scary and she was all by herself. What happened to them? Did she get lost?

The bush in front started rustling and Sarada froze expecting a big scary monster to appear but instead, it was a strange boy.

“What the-” the stranger came closer and now that she got a good look at him he looked exactly like her Papa. A small version but it was definitely him. Immediately she started smiling, arms out wanting to be carried.

“Where did you come from?” He picked up the baby looking around for any parents or adults. How did she get all the way out here? Sasuke had been training nearby until he heard the sounds of wailing. It was a strange sound out here in the training ground, or rather close to it.

His first thought was that maybe someone in danger but a baby… all the way out here? Maybe there is a chance the parents left her here to hide and come back... unless something happened to them.

Wouldn’t the village be aware of the situation then?

Sarada cosied herself up to him, he was wearing a strange blue shirt which she had never seen before but it was definitely her Papa's scent and that was enough for her.

Awkwardly he patted the girl's head. She didn’t seem to care about stranger danger. But then what baby would?

“Why do I always get myself into these situations?” He couldn’t just leave her here. Perhaps the best idea would be to take her to the Hokage and leave it with him. They could send out posters or ninjas to scatter the area to find any hidden clues.

Guess training would have to wait for a while.

At least that was the plan until he caught sight of the crest on her back and froze.

Was that the Uchiha crest?

She looked up at him giving a small smile, she did look like an Uchiha but that would be impossible. Itachi had-

Anger and frustration swelled up inside the Uchiha. That bastard had killed everyone, how was it possible for anyone to live. Let alone a baby.

Given her age, it would be impossible for her to be related and yet her appearance and crest said otherwise.

Was it some kind of joke? A sick twisted joke someone set on him? No one could be that cruel.

Tiny hands touched his face bringing him out of his dark thoughts. Almost like she knew he needed someone and was letting him know she was right here. She was so small and innocent.

And an open target, if the baby was an Uchiha then Sasuke couldn't just leave her be. He would have to protect her.

At least until he figured out his next plan of action.

Maybe she still had a parent out there worried sick, maybe they were both gone? Regardless something inside told him to protect her no matter what.

Who would have thought a day of training would lead to this.

The girl suddenly made a face, her nose was scrunched up with a look of concentration. Sasuke wasn't sure what to do.

Until the smell hit.

“Don't tell me...”

A look of relief washed over her features and he glared at her putting her at arm's length. Great.

She just giggled in response waving her legs.

This was going to be a long day.

~~~

A baby store.

He was going into… a baby store.

Sasuke could already feel eyes on him, it was a small shop but should have everything he need for her. And given how stinky she was now he needed to get her changed as soon as possible.

I doubt they’ll be happy.

All he had to do was quickly go in, get some nappies and other baby stuff and leave.

Simple.

He was thankful to have been paying attention to his mother when she would look after their younger cousins.

Sasuke would do his best to help as much as he could and always paid attention to the details. He didn't really know how to change a baby but he was able to feed them.

Hopefully, the knowledge was still there.

Sasuke looked down at the gremlin.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” It seemed like all she knew was to smile and laugh. Oh yeah, laugh it up now why don’t you? Tch. He had summoned a clone to do the shopping. Until he got the items there was nothing he could do.

Thankfully not many people were in.

He just walked by briskly along with the clone, holding up Sarada awkwardly. She was mesmerised by all the different items and talking to him.

Not that he could understand a single word.

The woman on the till covered her nose up when they approached but her eyes soften at the baby and poor boy.

“Let me guess, a babysitting mission.” She chuckled lightly checking his items.

“There’s a room in the back there if you want to go clean her up first. If you don’t she’ll get a rash, I’ll save your items here and you can pay afterwards.” Sasuke thanked the woman, taking some of the baby items with him so that he could clean up Sarada.

“Of course, besides you are stinking up my store.”

Once inside the room, he placed Sarada down taking a deep breath. “You better not cause any more trouble.” Again, all she did was giggle and laugh. Perhaps she really was laughing at him finding this whole ordeal amusing.

Why didn’t I just leave her for someone else to find?

It would have been more practical if an adult who knew what they were doing found her.

The smell was atrocious but it needed to be done. Sarada wouldn’t stop moving her legs and arms about.

“Lay still,” she stuck her tongue out instead, laughing again at his expression. She knew what she was doing.

Now that the difficult part was out of the way next came the easy one.

Or so he thought, Sasuke kept switching it around.

Which way is it supposed to go?

He kept looking at the nappy and then back at her. Ah, he'll just have to guess.

He can only imagine how this looks to everyone else. If Naruto caught him like this he would never hear the end of it.

“Not bad.” Finally, she was all cleaned up now, Sarada clapped her little hands. She could be cute when she wasn’t smelling so badly.

“Let’s get the rest of your stuff and leave.” The sooner the better.

He was about to go back up to the till until a baby carrier caught his interest. It may be easier to carry her with.

Sarada had her head resting on his shoulders for now but it will do for later.

The lady had everything ready so he paid for the items anxious to leave.

“Thank you again,” he bowed politely. She did save him. “Come again anytime.”

I’d rather not.

Until he had his own kids at least. Which won't be happening for a long while hopefully.

With one hand carrying the bags and in his arm with Sarada who had now taken an interest in nibbling his clothing.

“It’s no wonder your parents gave you up.”

He smiled fondly down at her, there was still the trouble in finding out where she came from. If she was safe, did Itachi know about her?

Because if he did, maybe it was best for her to stay with him.

“Sasuke-Kun!”

Oh crap.

Sarada’s ears perked up at the familiar voice. Her head peeked out from his shoulder wanting to see Mama but Sasuke had quickly shot up on the roof making a dash for it.

“Sas- oh… I thought I saw him a moment ago…” Sakura deflated, just when she thought they could have some alone time.

“Ah ah aaaah.” Sarada kept whining struggling from his grip. Why did he run away from Mama?

She was right there.

“I’m not letting my teammates see me with you. Sorry.” Why was he apologising to a baby? It wasn’t like she understood him.

He probably shouldn't have run off like that though. At least with her, it must have been scary.

Sarada's eyes were filled with tears which caught Sasuke off guard.

He must have really scared her.

“Don’t cry-”

Too late, she had started bawling.

“Look I’m sorry, I don’t know what else you want from me.” They had managed to make it back to his place without anyone else catching them but she was still upset.

He couldn’t find any injuries so didn’t understand why she was still crying.

And she wouldn't eat either.

All Sarada had wanted however was her Mama. She heard her soothing voice, could recognise it anywhere.

Why did Papa have to be mean?

“I don’t know what-” An idea hit him. There was a 50% chance it wouldn’t work but what harm could it do?

“Look, do you want this?” Sasuke held out his favourite dinosaur plushie. It stopped him from crying when he was scared or upset, whether it would be the same for her was another matter.

“Ga gaa!" Her arms reached out for it and cuddled it. The plushie was a bit... big in comparison to her but she was happy.

He sighed with relief, at least he managed to stop her from crying.

“I wonder what I should name you?” It would be stupid to refer to her as ‘baby’ and he had the feeling she would be here for a while.

A long while.

~~~

So far so good, she hadn’t been crying since they came back. Far too distracted from playing with Mr Dinosaur. If you consider drooling and attempting to eat it playing that is. Sasuke would pry it away from her mouth, taking the plush and trying to teach her how to 'play' but she would go back to doing her usual. It couldn’t be helped.

He was still trying to come up with names and figure out what to do with the little one.

On one hand, he knew logically he should bring her to the Hokage office or maybe even Kakashi and they could take it from there. But a selfish part of him wanted to be the one to protect her, she was an Uchiha like him. At least, that’s what it looked like, even if it was impossible his mind kept rationalising. Still, on the slim chance she was, he didn’t want to leave her on her own for the rest to take care of.

They were both in the same boat. And if he couldn't protect his own family he could at least protect her.

Plus if Itachi knew about this baby, there was a good chance he would come looking and perhaps Sasuke could use it to his advantage.

“Kyaaa!” She threw the plushie laughing when it bounced lightly.

Anything amused her. He was sitting on the sofa watching Sarada on the floor.

Maybe she had a nametag on her clothes… okay perhaps not. I mean who would do that to a baby.

So what should he call her?

The Uchiha wasn't even a people person who socialised let alone know how to take care of or even name a baby.

He knew his mother had always wanted a daughter.

His thoughts drifted to her, what would she name the baby? Mikoto did have some baby name lists for him and Itachi. Both boys and girls since they weren't sure of their gender but Sasuke never listened to those types of conversations.

What five-year-old would?

If only he was stronger, he could have protected them.

Sarada then crawled over passing the plush to Sasuke. He was a bit confused until he realised she noticed him staring off into space. Maybe since it stopped her from crying, she thought the same would happen to him. Or cheer him up.

“Uh, thanks?” He wasn’t sure what else to say but Sarada just smiled and crawled elsewhere.

“Now where are you going?” She had been distracted with the cuddly toy since they got here so something else must have grabbed her attention.

And much to his dismay, she was heading right where the photos were.

“Don’t-” she kept going and then tried to stand up using the wall for balance so she could reach her arms out. Unfortunately, it wasn't a stable table so the frame ended up falling when she leaned her entire body on it.

Quick on his feet, he managed to yank her away with one arm and catch the frame before it hit the ground.

Whoever said being a shinobi didn't pay off?

“Be careful!” His tone was harsh. She didn’t pay any mind or cared but kept making grabby hands towards the photo he was carrying. What a reckless baby.

Why did she care so much about it?

“Is this what you wanted?” The photo in question was of the recent Team 7 one. They took this photo about a week about so he wondered why she was so fascinated by it.

“They are my teammates. My annoying teammates and lazy sensei.” He sat back down with Sarada on his lap. “I’m sure you would all get along.” Considering how much hell she was already putting him through.

It hadn’t even been a day yet.

Her hand kept hitting and pointing to Sakura and she looked up at him blabbing away.

“Gah gah!”

Translation: ‘look there’s Mama’

Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed. Maybe he was starting to go crazy but it seemed like she was trying to tell him something.

“Sakura?” He pointed and she nodded clapping away. Then turned back to look at the photo.

“You know Sakura?” Her small hands were gently placed on the picture and she started baby talking again.

Was it possible for them to be related? Maybe they were cousins...

No that wouldn’t be it, for starters. Sakura didn’t have any Aunts or Uncles. Kakashi had wanted them to get to know each other better so they sat at Ichiraku Ramen taking turns to ask questions.

“So Sakura-Chan, do you have a big family?” Naruto asked eating his second bowl.

“Not really, it’s just me and my parents. My mother was an only child and so was my father.”

“I think they did plan on having another child but it wasn’t to be I guess.”

“Gee, that sucks.”

“It does but who knows maybe they would have been as annoying as you.”

“Hey! I’m not that bad.” He looked at Sasuke and Kakashi for support but they stayed silent smirking.

“You're all mean to me.” Naruto pouted.

Okay so maybe they weren’t cousins or related but that didn’t mean they couldn’t know each other right?

Maybe she was a family friend’s daughter and was able to recognise Sakura because of her hair…

Yeah perhaps not, that still didn't answer the question of why she had the Uchiha symbol on her back.

A baby.

With an Uchiha symbol.

And who knew Sakura?

Nothing was adding up.

Little Sarada stopped talking now turning her head to smile. Like she knew something. Sasuke on the other hand tried to put all the small clues together.

Then it clicked.

Yes, that made perfect sense.

She didn't recognise Sakura, not in a way she thinks that is. But maybe Sakura reminded her of her own mother.

Pink was an unusual hair colour so of course, she would mistake Sakura for someone she knew.

“I get it now. She looks like your own Mama doesn’t she?” Sarada let out a huff annoyed. How did Papa not get that was Mama.

Papa must be really stupid. It was no wonder Mama would tell him off all the time.

He didn't notice she was unhappy though, more like satisfied with his own conclusion. How was she going to get to Mama now?

#the more I think about it technically this is more of a Sasuke and Sarada centric fic #but it still includes sasusaku so I'll tag it as such haha #sasusaku #baby sarada's adventure #sasuke uchiha #sarada uchiha #sasusaku fanfic

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narutogwriting · 1 year

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HELLO!!! Hope you've had a great day!!

I've beeen having this thrist stuck in my head...hear me out...

Naruto sneaking into your room at night to fool around with you 🙈 but trying to keep quiet and not wake up your household??? Oof....SEND HELP SOS.

Wow this spoke to me on a spiritual level

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What’re you—“

Naruto shushes you as he continues to slither in through your window. You sit up in your bed, watching him as he lands quietly on his face, way more gracefully than you’re used to for the boisterous blond. “Had to come see you… Missed you…” He murmurs as he crawls on your bed, his body hovering over yours without preamble. He’s already nuzzling at your neck, forcing your head back to give him access to the bare flesh there.

“Gotta be quiet, baby,” he mutters before beginning to trail open mouthed kisses over your neck, making you sigh in pleasure. “Don’t wanna wake anyone up, do we?”

The feeling of his lips has whatever questions or protests you may have had. His hands are already moving up from your hips over your breasts, and god with that low, raspy instance, how can you deny him?

You nod in agreement, and Naruto takes the invitation without hesitation. He nips at your neck before harshly sucking at the skin there, making you gasp and hiss, but he’s quickly shushing you with a kiss. His mouth presses against yours, hot and needy, and he doesn’t even bother working up from something slow and sweet. His tongue is quickly forcing its way into your mouth, and its all you can do to keep up. Just as your hands are threading into his hair, holding on for dear life, his hands are forcing their way up your shirt. His fingers quickly find your nipples, pulling and tweaking in the way that you like, and it has you mewling into his mouth.

“Quiet, baby,” Naruto shushes you, but you keep feel the way he smirks against your lips. He’s doing it on purpose. Does he *want* you to wake up the whole house?

“Want you,” you whisper, unthreading your fingers from his hair to try and grope him over his basketball shorts. “Wanna touch you…”

Naruto removes one hand from where its playing with your hardening nipples to grab both your small hands in his large one. He pins both your hands above your head. His movements are aggressive and rushed. He’s needy, *really* needy, and he doesn’t want to waste anytime.

“Nu uh,” he growls against your lips. “Don’t want foreplay… Wanna be inside you.”

The hand that’s no holding yours trails to your pj bottoms. He shoves them down and his fingers return to play with the string of your thong. You think he’s going to pull it down next, but he doesn’t bother. Naruto’s gotten his own shorts and boxers kicked off, and he only pulls your thong aside before he’s shoving his cock inside you.

You moan out instantly, but Naruto’s big hand goes over your mouth, muffling the noise. “Shh,” he hisses as he begins shallow, rough thrusts that have your breasts bouncing against the confines of your shirt.

“Be quiet…” Naruto grunts with another hard thrust, his head dropping down to the crook of your neck. “Be quiet, and. Just. Take. It.”

Each word is emphasized by his hips smacking into yours with such force that your head board is hitting the wall. All you can do is moan and whine behind his hand that’s forcing you to stay quiet.

“Take it, baby. Take my cock. *Fuck,* you feel so fucking *good.*”

Naruto’s the one who’s telling you to keep it down, but he’s making all the noise. His whispers are getting louder, the headboard hitting the wall with *smacks* now.

“Yeah baby. Good. So good. So fucking good… Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum. Do you want me to cum? Tell me you wanna cum!”

The hand over you mouth moves down to your neck, and his fingers wrap around it, squeezing.

“Y-yeah,” you gasp the best you can, your eyes rolling back as he angles his hips upwards. His dick hits that spot that has you seeing stars, and you’re practically begging now. “Yeah, baby. Cum. Please cum, I want it!”

You’re cumming as soon as the words leave your mouth, spasming and clenching around him tightly with a cry.

Naruto’s hips stutter against your own. They stop as he bottoms out, then pick up again. One, two, three more thrusts and he bottoms out one last time, hips resting completely against yours as he cums. You can feel him pulsing inside of you as spurt after spurt fills you up. The pulsing lasts seconds, and until it finally stops. Warmth fills you, and you can feel him beginning to leak around where he has you plugged.

Naruto is panting hard, catching his breath. He picks his head up finally to look down at you, and he gives you a sheepish, goofy grin, so different from the harsh, dominant figure he just was.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. You grin back up at him, but before either of you can say a word, a banging comes at your door.

Naruto freezes, eyes wide, as you flush with embarrassment.

“Can you both be quiet!”

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svfttachi · 2 years

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𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 | 𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐇𝐀 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈

SYNOPSIS: Birthdays were special for you, especially if it's your husband's birthday. One of the most deserving people should get a special party which may not mean a lot to others, but to him, it will be worth a lot. So, today you decided to go all out for him and his growing child.

PAIRING: Uchiha Itachi x Fem!reader

WARNING(S): Mentions/Descriptions of Pregnancy

TYPE: Modern AU, Fluff, Fluff, FLUFF!

WORD COUNT: 4297

NOTES: Oh my goodness, this made my fingers hurt countless times, but was I falling apart because of how cute this is? Yes... yes I was, and I'm glad I get to share the cuteness with you all on Itachi's day.

WARM stomach rubs helped you sleep wonderfully during the night despite the gentle, yet harsh, kicks hitting the inner walls of your abdominal cavity. Rough, calloused knuckles felt smooth and soft on the skin of your cheek. The glow shining on your face and skin could very much be a part of the pregnancy or it could be coming from the rays of light that passed through the sheer, beige curtains covering the small window in the room, but either way, you looked amazing and felt the best throughout this journey.

You were awake for quite some time now as you wanted to revel in all that was happening in front of your very eyes. Itachi laid directly next to you with no mind to leaving even a slither of space between the two of you. His arms wrapped generously around your waist where a hand resting on your stomach bump, and his head laid underneath your head and rested on your shoulder. Soft snores escaped from his parted mouth, and you couldn’t even blame him for drooling a little over your clothed shoulder since he looked so peaceful lying there with you in his arms.

Itachi was known for not getting enough sleep and letting his insomnia dominate his mind, preventing him from even getting a whiff of rest. However, last night was different. The usual exhaustion coursed through his body and his muscles ached more than ever, but what had finally allowed his mind to get the necessary sleep he strived for was the party that was happening inside of your body. The baby was usually dormant and had rarely moved around, but it was like the small child knew of your husband’s desire to get a full night’s rest in which they decided to start moving around, kicking and bashing within you. A call of attention may have been what inspired the sudden movements, but as soon as Itachi laid next to you last night and rested his palm against your stomach, a sudden sense of euphoria rode into his mind, bringing about one of his rare, delicate smiles into the picture.

Now, you didn’t even want to move in the event that if you did, he would automatically stir awake and refuse to go back to sleep even if you attempted to persuade him. But in spite of that, your phone began to buzz and vibrate against the nightstand next to you, prompting you to carefully stretch your arm to grab hold of it. With Sasuke’s name displayed across the screen, you slid the slider with your thumb and pressed the cold glass screen against your warm ear.

“Naruto and I are headed to the bakery—”

“No! Don’t you both dare to go anywhere near there. I thought I told you to tell Sakura to handle the cake. For all I know, you two would either get the wrong cake or drop it in the street,” you muttered, keeping your voice low enough to prevent Itachi from hearing. Needless to say, he was in a deep enough sleep to air out whatever sounds were coming from the phone, so you didn’t really need to worry, thankfully. “Naruto is insisting that we handle the cake, and I couldn’t care less about who does it,” Sasuke mumbled irritatedly from the other end of the call.

“No means no. Go tell Sakura to get the cake, and you two go back to what I told you to do and that was to gather the decorations like balloons, the banner, and plates and utensils. Please, Sasuke… this is an important day for Itachi, and I don’t want it to go to waste,” you calmly replied. A sigh erupted from the other end of the phone, and you couldn’t see it yet you knew Sasuke was nodding in acknowledgement, “Alright. I’ll manage to contain Naruto.”

After thanking your brother-in-law, you ended the call just in time as you began to feel the mattress shift. You set your phone aside and looked down to find Itachi fixing his position on the bed, so he was now resting his head on your pillow and loosely hanging onto your waist, still in a deep and undisturbed slumber. Taking the new and open opportunity, you carefully moved Itachi’s arms away from your waist and laid them on the empty spot you once occupied. You brought the blanket higher up on his body, tucking him in gently. Taking one more look at his calm, peaceful, and sleepy face, you slid your swollen feet into your comfy and fluffy slippers before heading out of the room. You closed the door behind you, carefully, so it did not make a single creaking sound as you closed it.

Immediately, you rushed to the hall closet where you kept all of the miscellaneous products and objects and began digging through boxes to see if there were any decorations you could put up whilst you waited for Naruto and Sasuke to arrive. As you were seated on the couch in the living room and sifting through one of the boxes, there was a light knock against the front door of your small shared home, specifically with three hits on the wooden door. Recognizing the signal, you got up from your spot on the couch and sped to the front door, opening it hastily and smiling at the silver haired man towering above you.

“He’s still sleeping, but come in. Did you get the results?” you asked as you stepped to the side to allow Kakashi into the house. He took his sandals off and set them down on the shoe stand. Kakashi pulled out a small envelope from his jacket pocket and held it up, in between his index and middle finger with a smile carved into the black mask that covered half of his face. “Yep, and I already told the bakers for the cake, so everything is set for the reveal,” Kakashi replied, turning on his heels and walking to the couch in the living room, “What are you working on here?”

“Just seeing if there are any extra decorations I can find,” you responded, following the tall, silver haired man into your living room. Kakashi immediately turned to face you, shaking his head and grasping your wrist. “You need to be resting. I simply cannot let you be up and about working in a way where you or the baby can get hurt,” Kakashi spoke with a caring, slightly irritated, tone. He sat you down on the couch and removed the box you were looking through away from your sight.

“Oh, come on, Kakashi. It’s nothing, and you are severely underestimating my strength. I just had a good night’s sleep, and I’m ready to decorate this entire room with the others. I want it to be the best possible day for Itachi, you know that,” you explained, standing up from the couch. Kakashi sighed as he watched you sit on the floor and go through the box once more. “Promise me you won’t exhaust yourself over this. That’s what you have the rest of us here for,” Kakashi spoke sharply, sitting on the other side of the box. You smiled at the masked man and nodded your head before the two of you continued to collectively obtain decorations.

Kakashi and you spent, at most, an hour going through old, torn up boxes in an attempt to scour for more decorations, and in the end, you came up with a couple of things including some multicolored balloons, streamers, and a small banner with the word Congratulations on it. You handed some of the balloons to Kakashi who had let his mask hang around his neck to be able to physically fill the balloons with air before tying them off. In the midst of preparing the balloons, Kakashi would start a game where you’d need to keep the balloon off of the ground, and the two of you were heavily competitive over such a fun, mindless game. After Kakashi lost one of the rounds, you called it a day and stood up, beginning to head to the kitchen to prepare the big feast of lunch you were inspired to create.

As you were making the delicious food for the amount of guests you were going to invite, the door was knocked upon with the same signal Kakashi gave prior, and before you could go to the door, Kakashi was one step ahead of you in answering it.

“Let’s get this party start—”

Sasuke immediately pressed a hand against Naruto’s mouth to block out his loud voice from escaping which would have possibly made Itachi wake up. “Would you shut up or do I have to explain everything again?” Sasuke grumbled, furrowing his brows at his blonde haired best friend. Naruto nodded his head, allowing Sasuke to retract his hand and wipe away whatever germs climbed onto the palm of it with a disgusted look on his face.

Kakashi guided the two boys to where you were, in the kitchen, and your eyes made contact with the large balloons the two managed to get. There were multiple balloons with differing pinks and blues in the mix along with baby themed words written across them. Naruto had a couple of shopping bags hanging from his arms filled with decorations of the same varying colors.

“Y/N, we got the banner, the balloons, and some hanging decorations, but Sakura is running a little late on the cake,” Sasuke informed you to which you nodded your head in understanding. “There’s a ladder in the garage, and I want all of you to decorate the kitchen and living room. I still have to finish preparing all of the food, but I’ll join you as soon as I’m done,” you responded with a smile.

Kakashi, Sasuke, and Naruto got down to business in decorating, intensely. You couldn’t help yourself from giggling here and there whenever there was a sudden commotion in the midst of decorating, specifically between Naruto and Sasuke. As you were placing some trays of food in the oven to keep warm, you heard a soft call of your name muffling from the hallway, making your ears perk up.

Quickly, you wiped your hands with a dish towel and headed down the hallway, arriving at the bedroom. You opened the door and widened your eyes a little when you spotted Itachi yawning and stretching his arms in the air in the middle of the bed. His tired eyes opened welcomed with a tired smile etched on his face. “You really let me sleep in… are you cooking something?” he asked when he caught a whiff of the food you were making from your clothes as you approached him on the bed. A smile climbed on your own face when you made eye contact with Itachi, bringing about a wave of confusion in your husband. “Happy birthday ‘Tachi,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder.

Itachi shook with a chuckle escaping his mouth and reciprocated the hug by bringing a single arm around your shoulders, keeping you close to him. He leaned over to press a kiss onto the top of your head and stilled there, taking in the intoxicating scent of the shampoo you used last night before heading for bed. “Thank you, love. Whatever you are cooking smells really good,” Itachi whispered, allowing the calm atmosphere to collect.

“Stay here, I’ll bring you a quick bite since you’ll need your appetite for lunch, soon,” you whispered back, looking up at the tired man you loved. Itachi nodded and closed the gap in between your faces by planting a soft, quick kiss to your lips. You escaped his warm arms and got off of the bed, grabbing your phone from the nightstand before leaving the room.

Once the door was shut behind you, you sped into the living room, catching everyone’s attention, “Itachi’s awake, so we’re going to have to be fast and quiet, got it? That means no arguing… I’m looking at you, Sasuke and Naruto.” The boys whose names were mentioned had mixed reactions, but nonetheless, they went back to putting up decorations with Itachi.

Hurriedly, you stepped into the kitchen and began dialing Sakura’s number through the contacts on your phone. As soon as it began ringing, you pressed the phone against your ear and checked on the trays of food in the oven whilst you waited. The call was picked up and you were greeted with Sakura’s cheery voice, “Yes, yes, I got the cake, Y/N. Sorry! There was a huge line at the bakery, but I’m on my way now with Hinata!”

“Be quick about it, please. Itachi’s awake now, and it’s only a matter of time before he suspects something happening,” you said, going to the fridge to grab something to eat for Itachi. “Copy that, Y/N!” Sakura exclaimed before ending the call.

With a tiny snack in the form of a bowl of grapes, you closed the fridge and headed back to your shared bedroom. Upon entering, you found Itachi scrolling through his phone, but he looked up at the sound of your light footsteps entering the room. He tossed his phone beside him on the bed and trailed his eyes down to the bowl of grapes you were bringing to him. “Sorry, it’s the best I can do since the food is taking time to make,” you apologized, handing Itachi the grapes. Itachi tore one of the grapes off of the bundle and popped it in his mouth, allowing the juiciness to explode in his mouth. “No worries, love. This is nutritional,” Itachi muffled through his chewing.

“Good… good, I’m going back outside now, so enjoy your grapes,” you awkwardly announced. You didn’t wait for a response from the man as you exited the room, shutting the door behind you.

It was only a matter of time until Sakura and Hinata arrived with the delectable cake in a box in their hands. You set up the cake on a crystal cake stand in the middle of the island counter in the kitchen. The cake was a simple, small, circular cake with a marble design embedded in the frosting all along the sides in an explosion of pastel pink and blue colors. Little pieces of fondant were shaped into clouds and stars, sticking up from the top of the cake. The cutest part of the cake was the small and cute, fondant elephant in the center of the top.

“You did a good job with designing this cake, Sakura. It looks way too cute, thank you so much,” you said excitedly, rushing to get the pink haired girl a quick hug. Sakura giggled at your response and scratched the back of her head, “Anything for my future sister-in-law.”

Now that the decorations, the cake, and the food were all prepared, you walked off to quickly get ready with the dress you stashed in the guest bedroom. The dress was a mix of pastel pink and blue sprinkled with white flowers all around it, and the length reached down to your calves. It perfectly suited your body shape, enunciating the curve of your stomach. Once your hair and makeup was all done and you felt comfortable with your look, you left the guest bedroom and instructed the many guests, who had arrived in the meantime, to hide themselves and dim the lights.

Dimming the lights left the entire living room and kitchen area enclosed in a sudden darkness, perfect for hiding all of the preparations you made for this party. You walked down the hallway and entered your bedroom. A small chuckle left your mouth when you found Itachi lying back on the bed taking a quick nap with his body on your side of the bed. Carefully, you walked over to Itachi and lightly shook him to wake him up. Your husband jolted awake and propped himself on one elbow, but his squinted and tired eyes widened when he came face to face with the attire you dressed up in, especially with how prominent your stomach looked with the fabric encasing it.

“Y—You look amazing, Y/N,” Itachi let out as he sat up completely to take in your full appearance. You held onto his hand and guided him to your shared closet. “Thank you, ‘Tachi. Now, make yourself look good cause I’ve got something to show you,” you replied, smiling at the confused looking Uchiha.

Itachi nodded and completely froze when you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. With you out of the room now, it allowed Itachi to blush profusely, and it wasn’t usual for him to act like this whenever you kissed him randomly. But seeing you all dressed up on his special day made him feel all the love he saved for you as if it was the first time he admitted he was in love from way back when. Shaking his head to have him focus again, Itachi changed into a casual attire consisting of a dark blue shirt slightly tucked into a pair of light denim jeans. He tied his hair back in a low ponytail, allowing wisps of his bangs to escape and frame his face. Once he was all done getting ready, Itachi walked out of the bedroom, finding himself in nothing but darkness which made him crease his brows. “Y/N?” he called out. He didn’t calm down the sudden anxious feelings until he felt the familiar softness of your hands hold onto his wrists, “Why is it so dark?”

“Just wait, silly!” you exclaimed.

You led your confused husband to the living room and kitchen area, making Itachi stand there for a bit to add in the effect of the surprise that was about to unfold. Lights turned on, and every one of the guests you invited jumped up from their hiding spots, shouting Surprise simultaneously along with a collection of party poppers and the loud sounds of noise blowers rising in the air. Itachi had performed a little hop of shock and practically crushed your hand from the sudden sounds he was trying to comprehend, but once he understood what was going on, a light chuckle escaped from his mouth.

The first one to come up to Itachi was his very own little brother to congratulate him separately, and from there, everyone congratulated your husband, one by one which let you make sure all the food and the cake was set up properly. Itachi looked around the place he called home and let all of the decorations settle within his mind, bringing up one of those rare smiles you loved to see.

“You did all of this… for me?” Itachi asked, joining you in the kitchen. You watched his eyes widen at the sight of the cake and baby themed decorations in the kitchen. Giggling, you nodded and hooked your arm with his, bringing him closer to you where you stood in front of the cake. “I—Is this… what I think it is?” Itachi questioned with a shaky voice.

Anytime the baby that was growing within you was mentioned or talked about in gatherings, it always made Itachi feel excited and ready for the moment he would be able to hold the little one in his arms. Seeing all of these decorations and the cake made him wonder if the two of you were going to have a boy or girl, and it didn’t even matter which one would come into the world as long as he got to call a human being his child.

“Shall we find out?” you said, picking up a knife in the process. Everyone circled around the kitchen island, anticipating the moment they got a chance to see the color of the cake within to signify which gender your baby was. Itachi intensely watched you push the knife into the cake, creating a nice and clean cut. You pressed the knife into the cake again to make a slice and were handed a plate to put it into. Tears began to well in your eyes at the amount of joy that heightened inside of you at the sight of the cake layers sitting neatly there. Itachi quickly pulled you into a hug and pressed a warm and gentle kiss to your head, rather clinging to you tightly at the news. “We’re having a girl,” you mumbled against his chest in the midst of the excitement hollering around you. Itachi looked at you and used the fabric of his shirt to wipe away your tears, showing you his smile generously.

“Woo! It’s a girl!” Naruto exclaimed loudly where his hands curved around his mouth to let the noise echo louder. Sasuke began to chase his ocean eyed best friend due to how annoyed he was growing with his mere presence, and Kakashi was quick to join them to prevent them from tearing each other apart. Itachi and you glanced over at the chaos and laughed lightly at the trio with Itachi slowly turning back to face you. His fingers came up to caress your cheek softly, running down to hook underneath your chin to lift your head to look at him.

“We’re going to be parents… to a wonderful, little girl,” Itachi choked through his sob that came out at the sight of your beautiful face.

— — —

Itachi said his goodbyes to the last guest that left and shut the door afterwards, heading back to party central. You looked up at him with a smile as you were picking up some of the trash that people left during the party. He knelt down and gently snatched the trash bag from your hands and picked up from where you left off, sweetly speaking up, “Go rest, I’ll clean up a little. I assume it’s been a long day for you.” You shook your head and attempted to take the bag back from him, but Itachi held it away from you with a stern look on his face. “I’m not too tired, ‘Tachi. Plus, it’s your birthday. You don’t need to pick up after your own party,” you pleaded.

“Nonsense. I’ll only clean up a bit here, then I’ll join you in bed,” Itachi asserted, standing up to face you entirely. He set the trash bag down on the floor and gently placed his hands behind you, leading you down the hallway. Itachi opened the door to your shared bedroom and carefully pushed you inside, “Get dressed for bed. I’ll be there in a bit. Do you need anything, babe?”

“No thank you, I’m fine,” you whispered with a yawn escaping from your mouth. Itachi nodded and chuckled a little at how cute you looked before heading out, leaving the door cracked open.

You dragged your heavy and swollen feet over to the closet and picked out what you wanted to wear to sleep, hastily getting changed. Once you performed your skin routine in the master bathroom, you walked out of the room and slid your slippers off before climbing onto your side of the bed. Just as you snuggled up underneath the covers, Itachi was entering the room whilst taking off his shirt simultaneously. The Uchiha quickly changed into his favorite pajamas and joined you in bed, immediately encasing you in his warm arms.

Resting your head against Itachi’s chest, you got to listen to the relaxing beat of his heart pumping blood throughout his body, and it was slow and calming for your ears. It made your stomach erupt in butterflies at the comfortable feeling of being snuggled up next to your husband, especially after today’s gender reveal for your baby… the baby you shared with the man you loved dearly.

Itachi pressed a couple of kisses to your head before looking down at the hand he had resting perfectly on the bump in your belly. Without any hesitation, Itachi shifted himself lower on the bed so he was face-to-face with the baby and the bump that held her. You couldn’t contain the sheer amount of happiness that exerted from the little moment you had the chance to watch. Soft kisses landed on your baby bump and continuous strokes of his hand ran along the skin that was exposed. Suddenly, you can hear soft cries coming from your husband, and that causes your heart to twist and turn with the sudden emotion rising within you. “I—I can’t wait to meet you, my baby girl. I may despise you sometimes because of what you make your mother go through, but I love you so much, so much that I will protect you from everything and anything that comes your way. Promise me that you’ll be nicer to your mother once you’re out of there because I also love her to the moon and back, thirty times,” Itachi whispered to your baby lovingly, giving you a loving glance of your own.

Silence erupted into the atmosphere of your shared room until… she kicked against the area where Itachi had his hand rested, causing him to lightly chuckle. “She loves you, too, hun,” you whispered, reaching down to comb your fingers through his freely flowing locks of raven hair. Itachi scooted back up to lay next to you, bringing the blanket over the both of you. “She loves both of us, and I love you for allowing me to experience all of this. Thank you, Y/N… for the party, the cake, the amazing birthday, our baby girl… and giving me a happy life.” Like many moments he shared with you, his dear wife, Uchiha Itachi has experienced a strong wave of euphoria that only his family or his closest friends could help him feel.

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kakashi’s mom was part of the Inuzuka clan. he got his dog-centered jutsus from her side of the family, along with his keen sense of smell.

he would sometimes be tasked with tending to an infant/toddler Naruto, seeing as he was the 4th hokage’s student and watched over kushina while she was pregnant. Naruto remembers kakashi’s anbu mask, but doesn’t realize it was him. Kakashi never tells him (I also hc that this is why, in ep 177 of shippuden, little naruto is drawn to the mask at the shop that resembles kakashi’s anbu mask)

being team 7′s sensei pulled kakashi out of suicidality. the kids gave him a new reason to look for hope and to get up in the morning. he found that he wanted to take care of them, and to do that, he had to take care of himself

kakashi bears a grudge against minato for what happened to his team, but he’d never say so out loud

he totally babysits for team 7 once they’re adults and have their own kids. he’s that uncle that’s like uwu baby goes in the puppy onesie for nap time, and simultaneously the uncle that says how old are babies before they throw kunai

it takes kakashi quite a long time to get close to people (look at how long it took for him and gai to develop a healthy friendship). However, kakashi is handsome, and he attracts a lot of attention from people. part of the reason he wears his mask is to minimize unwanted romantic/sexual advances, which make him uncomfortable bc of his fear of intimacy

when gai is away/out of commission, kakashi keeps an eye on his team, and vice-versa. He gets along best with tenten because she reminds him of sakura (and she’s the easiest to talk to). Neji is manageable bc he and sasuke have the same brand of emo backstory and clan lineage rage. Lee has so much energy, kakashi worries about keeping up, but Lee is like a little gai, so he’s secretly super endeared

because his father committed suicide and kakashi himself has dealt with suicidal ideation, he is very sensitive to signs people might be thinking of ending their lives. He keeps a close eye on any friends he thinks might be having trouble or are going through a rough patch. this is sometimes accurate and sometimes irrational

having white hair is a trait of the Hatake clan

another mask headcanon (bc I’m of the opinion that he wears it for a number of reasons). seeing as kakashi has been less apt to take of his mask in front of others as he’s gotten older, I think it’s likely that kakashi’s shyness about his face is a subconscious manifestation of guilt around what he’s done and failed to do as a shinobi. He has imposter syndrome and feels he doesn’t deserve his fame and praise as the copy ninja bc of what happened to his team as well as what he did in the anbu

he’s got insomnia. when he can’t sleep, he reads or goes to spend the night at gai’s house

#naruto #ask game #headcanons #minted3301 #kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakagai #cw suicide #cw suicide mention #ask

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bsd ramblings (season 3 and 4)

“is there really any value to this thing we call living?” dazai’s a mood

KID DAZAI AND CHUUYA OMFGOMFG

“what kind of suicidal punk are you” — chuuya to his future husband

omg i love the sillies

mori sounds like the kurzgesagt dude ngl

THEY HATE EACH OTHER OMG THEYRE SO IN LOVE

THE B A N T E R

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

chuuya being a shortie is so fun. “i’m still growing” growing my ass just kiss dazai already

THE ODA PARALLELS AAAAAAAAAAAAA

dazai you autistic motherfucker

chuuya being a gang leader is fun

dazai is my silly

wait so chuuya’s technically 7 years younger than he actually is?

gravity boi x suicidal manic, my favorite ship dynamic

THE BABIS ARE SKKING THE BABIS ARE SKKING THEYRE DOUBLE BLACK WKEHRUEHUFUEBDHDHSBEH

when are dazai and chuuya gonna kiss dammit

THE SILLIES ARE BANTERING JEUDHWHSUHE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

WHY IS DOSTOYEVSKY SO FINE

dostoyevsky is so silly

i am in dire need of more pm dazai. i need it all. i need more. i crave my husband’s past life. i need to see him and chuuya kiss while wiping out their enemies.

i can’t wait to write fanfic once i finish this show. i don’t wanna screw up anything canon wise so i’ll wait. i’ll watch all of the show plus the spin-off to get all the dazai i can. i’ve already pirated the movie, nothing can stop me now.

dazai is a slut and i love him for it. this is actually canon (at least during his pm years he was)

dazai x kunikida x chuuya

kyouka is my child, i love her so much

I HATE FANSERVICE. I THOUGHT BSD WOULD BE THE GOOD ANIME WITHOUT IT

KYOUKA MY BABY IM SO SORRY ABOUT YOUR PARENTS I LOVE HERRRRR

power of money?? real american o7 yeehaw capitalism

bro just walked into someone’s home, sat down, and started laughing

“black daniels” HEY THATS JACK DANIELS

“hey poe!! it’s so nice to see you!!” JUST KISS ALREADY YOU TWO

the random ass fish-eye cuts in this show 😭😭

“OBJECTION!!” what is this, ace attorney???

i love how the superhumans are called gifteds, implying they’ve taken at least one honors/ap course. by that logic, i’m extra gifted (im in honors history and english)

i haven’t seen dazai in a while wtf. where’s my husband?? i’ve barely seen kunikida, let alone chuuya. ok he’s here rn, prob won’t be for long

ok but seriously mori is a pedo. elise is getting used even though she’s a fucking brat who gets what she wants

oh shit they got blew up

nvm

DID AKUTAGAWA JUST NARUTO RUN

oh shit i forgot the catholic existed. puritan, whatever. same difference, both are culty at times

FUCK MORI. THAT FUCKING PEDO.

i think what i love about bsd is that the characters are complex. dazai can be considered a serial killer and definitely bad mentor to akutagawa but an amazing mentor to atsushi and is my husband

i love dostoyevsky’s english va. they did such an amazing job. 100/10 russian accent

MY HUSBAND GOT SHOT OMGOMGOMG MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYY

HI CHUUYA I MISSED YOU. AKUTAGAWA TOO HI HELLO

RANPO <33 MY SILLY GETTING SERIOUS OOOOOO

HI KENJI IT’S BEEN SO LONG I HAVENT SEEN YOU

CHUUYA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

virus cannibalism my favorite /j

kunikida has tear gas powers? what is he, a cop???

oh noooo a kid got shotttttt how terribleeeeee /s

THE SAD AF MUSIC I CANT WHY IS THERE A CELLO HERE

oh that’s why, dostoyevsky has one

I LOVE GIN <33

kenji the silly!!

“aren’t you the one who lost to dazai?” RANPO RUBBING THE WOUND IN DAMN

the music is autism frfr

KARL <333333

“if ranpo really were to die in that world though, what would i do with myself?” — edgar allen poe

katai’s dead? damn. rip ig

oh shit here’s the bowl cut lemon dude

the office girls are dating

damn fukuzawa and mori had a past together

WHY DOES NATSUME LOOK LIKE WALMART HITLER

dazai making his kids work together is gold

“what did you have for dinner last night?” “yes” GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW

the classical music omg

“you’re quite the rough ride, yknow” that’s what she said

“enough, you’re not paying for this ride” that’s what she said

incel (katai) isn’t dead

i love how dazai is the mafia boss in a different timeline

akutagawa and atsushi are so down bad for each other omg

my native english speaking ass hears theodore instead of fyodor. i’m pretty sure it’s the same but different languages but still

dazai <3

ranpo <3

BAR LUPIN BAR LUPIN WJSBAJBSKWUSMSIMSJDBHSJSHSHS IM GONNA CRY

wait so season 4 is fukazawa focused? dammit i wanted more dazai

HI RANPO MY SCRUNGO HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI

i fucking love ranpo. the silly

he’s such a brat. good for him

IS THERE A CULT????? LOWKEY LOOKS LIKE CHRISTIANITY ON STEROIDS

oh it’s the play

“there something everyone else gets and i don’t get it” RANPO MY AUTISTIC SCRUNGO <33

ranpo my silly <33

honestly i keep forgetting they’re detectives

ranpo has adhd and autism

ranpo got fucking bitch slapped i love him

“as always, i have a hard time saying no to ranpo” ITS BECAUSE YOURE GAY POE

“but i got to see your rare, exasperated face so it was well worth the money!” poe you homosexual

“are you that detective’s fanboy or something?” “no i’m his rival!” how about boyfriend?

i fucking love ranpo omg

NIKOLAI IS SO SILLY

why can i handle anime gore but not irl organs omg

my gore levels are weird. organs and bodily fluids (beside blood) are a no-go but i can see a dead body no problem

when did atsushi become op

“a total of 625 charges…” MY BABY GETTING ARRESTED NOOO

GOD I FUCKING LOVE NIKOLAI

wait so the ada is a front? wtf??

i’m so confused wtf is going on

the decay of angels would be a cool ass band name

ok so moot says ada is innocent and shit like that. i trust them.

teruko is my child

everyone’s a shitty person i love them

HI CHUUYA OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAA

why chuuya kinda 😳😳

kunikida has ocd (i’m not projecting wdymmm)

“i won’t let anyone mess up my schedule!” whole mood and a half there kunikida

WHY DOES THE FANDOM IGNORE KUNIKIDA BEING AN IDEALIST OMG

dazai <33333333333333333333

dazai and dostoyevsky are besties fuck you

“she’s so strong-willed! i love it!” MORI YOU PEDO

“Dazai is a good person SOMETIMES! But he’s also a criminal who has done fucked up shit! And he has a personality! He’s really smart! And lowkey manipulative to get what he wants! He’s not amazing!” my moot gets it!!

morally dubious characters <33

i love yosano so much

HI ANGO

i love lucy

sticking out your gyatt for the rizzlerrr you’re so skibidiiiiiiii you’re so fanum taxxxxxx i just wanna be your SIGMAAAAAAAAAAA

sigma is so silly. i love him

dazai is a weezer fan

chuuya is a nirvana fan

i’m terrible with names so i’m like “oh damn That Dude” both fictional and irl. like atsushi was Terrible Bang Traumatized Furry until i got his name

i don’t even read omegaverse but every time they say sigma i cringe

sigma has amnesia?? mood

bro’s a fictional character within a world of fictional characters

dostoyevsky <3333

sigma named himself??? nah don’t even he was born with an ao3 account

i don’t know shit about cosmetology but if i got ahold of sigma i would fix his hair

oh hey catholic scarlet letter man

if my beautician aunt saw atsushi and sigma she would take them out of the show, fix their hair, beat them up, and put them back as changed men

I LOVE DAZAI OMFG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHEN HIS VOICE GETS SUPER LOW AND AKENSISBIZHWHXHWBZUWBZIBQIXHWNXHD

WHERE THE HELL IS CHUUYA OMFG

#bsd #shitpost

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animeomegas · 2 years

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Omg monarch in need some short hcs about what happens with Minato, alpha reader, Naruto and kakashi after the incident (I’m so glad kakashi is getting some love in this my poor baby I can imagine how distressed he must’ve been🥺🥺)

Okay, I thought about it, and I want to write a few little snippets from the years for this family! Enjoy, queen 😉 @queenondeezmatatas

tw: miscarriage mention.

Naruto's first birthday:

Minato doesn't celebrate Naruto's first birthday.

He just can't. Everything is so fresh on the anniversary of his mate's death. He spends the day in bed, and he feels so guilty about that, but... he can't pretend to be happy.

He's so grateful that you, his best friend, are there to look after Naruto. To buy him a cupcake and a little candle in the shape of a 1.

And he's even more glad that you took a photo of you and Naruto with the little cupcake and candle, so that Minato has something to show Naruto in the future and something to frame for his bedside table of course.

After his birthday is over, Minato feels guilty for missing it and goes a little crazy on gifts for Naruto as an apology, who is very excited by the new army of stuffed animals he now has.

"Come on, Naruto, let's go see oma!" you bounced him in your arms as he giggled. You'd just fed him his little cupcake and the sugar rush was in full effect. You'd planned to leave Minato alone today, but Naruto was insisting on seeing him, using one of the few words he knew over and over again to make his point.

"Oma! Oma! Yes!" he babbled, still giggling.

And it was his birthday, so you felt bad for denying him the chance to see his own oma. But as you knocked and then slowly opened up the door to Minato's room, you suddenly felt nervous; you didn't know what state he was in. Was this a good idea?

"Minato, I-"

"Oma! Oma! Oma!" Naruto yelled, wiggling in your arms and demanding to be put down. You did as he wanted and watched as he waddled over on unsteady feet to Minato's bedside. You could hardly see him in the dark room.

"Hey, Naruto," you saw the shadowed figure of Minato sit up and tiredly address his son, voice rough. "What are you doing?"

"Oma, up!" Naruto demanded, and you watched Minato pick him up and settle him on his chest as he laid back down.

You moved closer to them both and you could see the tear stains on Minato's pillows and the red rimmed eyes and nose. He hadn't showered or eaten the food you brought in for him this morning. You sighed sadly. This was to be expected.

And then Naruto decided it was time to jump. On Minato's chest.

You heard the 'oof' noise of all the air in Minato's lungs leaving him, but before you had time to intercept Naruto, he had grabbed a handful of Minato's hair to balance himself.

Minato weakly tried to sit up, but Naruto remained firmly gripped on, and it took the two of you working together to unlatch his fingers.

Naruto wiggled as soon as you took him in your arms.

"No! Oma, up!" he shouted, holding his arms out to Minato, who just looked so exhausted and depressed, that you immediately backed away towards the door. He needed time. You shouldn't have come in in the first place. You were going to take Naruto to your room and let him tantrum it out.

"No! Oma, oma!" Naruto wailed dramatically. "Oma, up!"

"Oma's sleepy Naruto," you tried to coax him as you exited the room and shut the door behind you. "Come on, let's go and play with some of your new toys!"

You only hoped things would get easier with time.

2. The first time Naruto called you appa:

You and Minato talked around your role in Naruto's life a lot. Neither of you were too keen to push the issue or give it a definitive label.

You loved Naruto dearly. You raised Naruto with Minato. You were an alpha parent figure.

Naruto called you by your name, following Minato's example.

But when he was about 3 and started to spend time with other families while you and Minato worked, he saw that other people had appas. But he had one too?? He was confused, but he wanted to have an appa like everyone else and he kinda did, but it was different?

So, when you, Minato, Naruto and Kakashi were having dinner, Naruto suddenly dropped a bomb.

"Come on, Naruto, you can eat a bit more," you tried to coax him to accept the spoon of mashed potatoes. "Look, Kakashi is eating his, he's a big boy for eating his food."

Kakashi looked vaguely embarrassed to be spoken about in such a way, but didn't protest.

"No, appa, I don't want it!"

The room seemed to freeze. You whipped your head over to Minato was was staring at you and Naruto with a complicated expression on his face. His knuckles were white as he gripped onto his cutlery.

Kakashi looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, and Naruto picked up on the mood change and started to fidget in his seat and bite his lip.

"Naruto-" you started before Minato cut you off.

"Naruto, don't be difficult for appa, okay? Eat the last bit of mash, there's only two spoons left."

Your heart constricted in your chest as Minato made an obvious decision.

"I-I'm... Kakashi, you needed some more kunai right? The shops will close soon, why don't we go now?" Minato changed the topic and stood up suddenly. Kakashi stood too, eager to leave the awkwardness behind.

It seemed that Minato had made a decision, but that he still needed time to process it. That was fine. Everything was fine.

"That's fine, Naruto and I will play together while you're gone, as soon as he finishes his mash that is."

You hesitated before continuing.

"Do you want to play with appa, Naruto?"

Naruto grinned at you, and you almost winced against the pure sunshine.

"Appa!" he squealed excitedly. "Play now?"

"Eat your mash first."

"Noooooooo."

3. When you and Minato finally crossed the boundary between friends and lovers:

Kakashi was on a mission, Naruto was staying with Shikaku and Yoshino for a play date with Shikamaru, now just about to turn four.

And you and Minato ended up drinking together on the floor of the living room, just laughing and sharing stories and enjoying the peace for a bit.

But the emotions ran high, and you kissed him without thinking about it.

The alcohol stopped you from thinking about how much of a bad decision this is. All either of you could think about is the feeling of the other one, how long it had been for both of you, and how much you felt for each other.

It ended up a one night stand that both parties agreed to forget.

Neither one forgot though. Things had changed even if neither would admit it.

And then Minato got pregnant.

Minato clutched the test with a trembling hand.

He'd ruined everything. He'd behaved like a teenager and now he was facing the consequences.

What was he going to do? How was he going to tell you? How...

He ended up crying on the bathroom floor, terrible memories being dragged to the surface to mingle with the fears of the future.

He'd ruined everything.

That's how you found him.

And then had the longest and most awkward talk of your life. You agreed to try and make this work between you two for the new baby. So you didn't confuse Naruto. So people wouldn't think badly of Minato, who needed the respect of people to be hokage. He was the first omega hokage and he could already imagine the fallout if certain clans or groups of civilians found out he'd conceived with a one night stand, best friend or not.

It was almost scary how well you fell into the relationship together.

It was natural and so easy to love each other.

And it started to become real. After three months, it felt like any other relationship. You loved him and he loved you. Naruto was used to the affection between the two of you now, and Kakashi had raised a few eyebrows at first but no longer reacted.

And then Minato has a miscarriage.

"Shh, it's alright," you soothed Minato, rubbing his back. "Let it all out, it's okay to cry."

"I'm just so confused," he cried softly, leaning into your shoulder.

"Why are you confused, darling?"

"I didn't want this pup originally, but I still did kind of want them and looked forward to meeting them, and now I'm confused about how to feel. Does that make me a bad oma?"

"That's normal. I feel the same way. I'm sad, but things are a lot easier this way, it's hard to deny that. You're not a bad person for feeling like this, I promise."

"But I'm also confused because," he sniffed and wiped at his eyes. "Because there's no reason for us to... continue now... but I want to, I want to keep going like this, but..."

"But?" you asked, nervous.

"I'm scared," Minato breathed out like he was just realising this for the first time. "After what happened to Kushina, I... I'm terrified."

"There doesn't have to be anything big or scary right now, let's just... see how we go. There's no rush, no expectation. We can simply be us, like we've always been, whatever that might mean."

Minato opened his mouth to reply, but the front door opened and cut him off. Kakashi was back from taking Naruto to the park.

Minato hurriedly sat up and wiped his eyes, plastering a smile on his face.

"You guys are back! How was the park?"

4. Naruto's graduation:

You and Minato stood outside the academy with baited breath. Minato had taken the afternoon off to be here to hear Naruto's result. You had faith in him, but the nerves were still there. He'd be heartbroken if he failed.

You absently rocked your youngest pup in you arms, leaving Minato to distract you older one with little jutsu tricks as she oohed and ahhed over them, begging to start the academy early.

And then the doors swung open and a small flood of children barrelled out, the bright blond hair easily spot between them.

And he was grinning and proudly clutching a hitai-ate in his hand.

You whooped and laughed as he ran towards you and his siblings.

"I did it!!! I told you!!!" he cheered, throwing himself into Minato's arms, who ruffled his hair and embraced him tightly.

"We knew you could do it!"

"Naruto! You did it!" your older daughter shouted, hugging around Naruto's thigh. Naruto laughed and bopped her on the nose. He was such a good big brother.

He turned to you last, gently hugging you so as not to hurt his baby sister.

"I did it, appa," he whispered, burying his face into your shoulder. "I did it."

"You did," you said proudly, wrapping an arm around him. "And I'm so proud of you."

#minato x reader #hcs #omegaverse #a/b/o #headcanons #naruto #alpha!reader #reader insert #tw miscarriage

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wickermayne · 2 months

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nsfw! Naruto/Fem!Shikamaru quadruple drabble.

Shika wants Naruto to have a political marriage. He has other ideas.

The Hokage was rotting away as an unmarried man, so Shika made the pragmatic suggestion.

“You should marry a princess. Or one of the daimyo’s relatives. It will bring in money for the village, maybe some political power if we play our cards right.”

Naruto wasn’t pleased, bending Shika over and taking his annoyance out on her cunt, railing her until she couldn’t stand straight.

“See you tomorrow, and stop with the matchmaking shit, yeah?” Naruto left her a crumpled mess on the floor, her thighs still twitching.

Asshole.

The second time, she brought pictures of the women, confident that at least one would strike his fancy.

“Nah, they’re too pretty. I like my girls with beady eyes, y’know? With a scary hairline too.”

Shika’s face was as hot as her cunt. Sitting on Naruto’s lap, the slow roll of his hips, impeded by the lack of give from the Hokage’s chair, frustrating Shika almost as much as his taunts.

“You jerk, I’ll kill you!”

Naruto snorted, smacking her ass, forcing Shika to grind on him, soaking his cock in her arousal.

“Be my guest! They’d make you Hokage y’know? Have fun with all this fuckin’ paperwork.”

Paperwork…there was an idea.

Shika assembled dossiers on the marriage partners, picking only the most suitable candidates to become Naruto’s wife and benefit Konoha.

She placed them on his desk.

And he fucked her on top of them.

“You don’t fuckin’ learn, do ya?” Naruto pounded her, strong hands gripping her waist, keeping her from falling off the desk from the strength of his thrusts.

Shika moaned, Naruto’s curved tip scraping at her g-spot when he nearly pulled out, filling her with fast and deep strokes that had his large balls slapping against her ass.

Naruto knew she loved it when he was rough, treating her like a toy. Her cunt gushing, a sticky mess running down her thighs, staining the paper of the marriage dossiers.

“Smartest person in the village, yet so dumb, just like always, yeah, Shika?” Naruto growled, his thumb on her clit, crushing circles that had her seeing God. “Guess the only way you’re gonna understand is if I put a baby in you.”

“Naruto,” she keened as she came on his cock, pulsing until he seeded her, their cum mixing, ruining her hard work.

They married in the spring, ironically the women Shika scouted for Naruto in attendance.

#naruto fanfiction #naruto smut #narutofemshikamaru #narushika #naruto/shikamaru

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dark-elf-writes · 1 year

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And its works so damn well because that sexy bitch already has grey hair.

Concept: Kakashi pushing one of those multi-seat baby strollers with a bunch of squealing little ninja babies in it.

Little Naruto is cackling like mad as he and baby Sasuke slap each other. Shikamaru is glaring at Sasuke and slaps him back for touching Naruto (baby crush!). Baby Shino is trying to catch a butterfly that keeps landing on his nose. Little hinata keeps giggling at Naruto. Ino and Sakura are sharing a seat and playing with flowers that Ino pulled (they’re actually weeds but no one needs to tell them that). Baby kiba is trying to bark like Kakashi’s ninken and Choji is eating bone shaped cookies.

AKKSJSJSB SHINOBI BABYSITTERS CLUB

After Kakashi is told (loudly and often while the Hokage has his wrinkled head in his hands in something that looks a lot like defeat) that he can’t actually kidnap peoples children because they smell sad of all things a solution is reached where in the aftermath of the war where there’s still so much to be done and far too many kids were promoted far too soon and are all on some level broken, that the older Jonin with children can leave their kids with ANBU trained babysitters when they need to be sent out of the village. It starts with just Kakashi and Naruto (who he outright refused to take back to the orphanage and tried to bite the ANBU that tried to take Naruto from the sling on Hounds chest. How he did that through two masks no one is quite sure but the poor ANBU has never been the same) Occasionally with the newest Ino-Shika-Cho generation. Shikamaru adores little Naruto. The other two are less enthusiastic but they Al get along rather well.

Then Itachi gets assigned to the Babysitter Corps with a little Sasuke perched on one hip, all wide dark eyes as he gnaws on a plastic kunai.

Guy, for all that he’s not ANBU, gets lumped in with them more often than not because he also refused to give his particular orphan back.

Hinata and Neji become more permanent members of their little pack (Neji first. handed off to Kakashi with shaking hands and a pained smile. Hinata later also handed off by Hizashi with agony on his face and hands shaking so bad Itachi has to lunge to grab the little girl before he can drop her.) Neji, older than the others, is a bit unsure of what to make of all the babies — for all that he is just barely not a baby himself — but Naruto bounces a plastic block off of his head and shrieks something incomprehensible around his baby fangs and he becomes just as attached as Shikamaru and Lee.

(Sasuke lurks around the edges like a ghost. More content clinging to his brother or screaming whenever Naruto looks at him. Kakashi has a feeling it will only get more annoying as they grow up.)

Little Kiba comes next, all milk teeth and growls where the others cry. Naruto clings to Kim instantly too used to Kakashi’s own fangs and the grumbling dog the pack to even think of being scared. Kiba surprisingly attaches to Hinata sharing his toys with her and snarling whenever one of the others is too rough with her. He and Neji have left with bruises and baby teeth marks more than once.

Shino tumbles into the odd little pair that is Kiba and Hinata with a butterfly on his hand and some muffled mumbling that might have been words and the three become inseparable from then on. (Itachi actually had to go to the hospital after he tried to hand Kiba back to his sister before Hinata went home. Kakashi laughs at him for days for being so slow that the pup managed to get his teeth in him. He gets his karma a week later when Shino sets a wasp on him when he accidentally knocked over hinata’s block tower. Itachi’s red eyes told him he would absolutely never live that down.)

No one is sure how Sakura got added to the mix. Kakashi is pretty sure Ino kidnapped her on an outing but as he has no proof of that and her parents seem to find the girls’ bond more cute than concerning she just slots into the chaos perfectly.

Tenten comes last with more mock weapons than even Sasuke that she delights in hurling at Neji and watching him smack them out of the air. Kakashi has a feeling they are going to be a terror when they’re older.

#the elf talks #naruto #I know this started with dad kashi but I’m screaming #and technically he’s still a dad just a dad plus #dad premium if you will #Shinobi babysitter’s club au

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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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Lewd

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content [minors dni!!] modern au. established relationship. mentions of alcohol, reader is woken up by intimate touching, overstimulation, fingering [f!receiving], squirting. shy!reader.

Word count: 2.8k

a/n: requested by the lovely @unsuretater-simp !! hope you like it. ^-^

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“‘m sorry, pretty… I just can’t help myself.”

Shallow panting is the first thing you hear as you nudge awake.

Stirring on top of the firm mattress you’ve just spent the last four hours blissfully dozing off on; your slumber is abruptly disturbed by the feeling of a big, calloused hand sneaking its way into your adorable cotton panties.

“Mm?” Sleep still continues to lace the majority of your aimless, fuzzy thoughts as you voice the interrogative hum into the darkness. It makes you sound like a sleepy little kitten as you try to stretch your tired limbs, however no matter how innocent the sound, it dissolves into something a bit more sinful as soon as you begin to discern the pressure that’s slowly, albeit steadily, building up between your legs with every passing second.

Cracking open your heavy eyelids is a laborious job that your body forces on instinct at the inexplicable sensation. It causes your eyebrows to pinch together as you begin to blink profusely in an attempt of getting used to the darkness.

You take a moment to look around. The room is just as you've left it: completely silent. Serene.

But that might just be because you can feel the erratic heartbeat that's pounding right behind you, instead of hearing it.

After all, your boyfriend’s body is wrapped around you so tightly that you’ve ended up encaged in-between his longer limbs now. His firm chest is practically glued to your back; the potent thudding of his heart concerningly irregular to drum against your relaxed spine. You feel his legs entwining with your own with each passing moment you spend trying to recognize your surroundings, as well as how the rough denim of his jeans keeps scratching the back of your bare thighs and calves with the movement.

The weight of his arm that he currently has draped across your middle is pleasant, but still just a little bit too heavy for your liking. If you had to explain it, you’d say that it feels like he’s pushing way more burden upon your smaller body than he usually would as he continues to explore the sensitivity between your legs with thick, slightly clumsy fingers. Even the button on the sleeve of his flannel is digging into your skin uncomfortably.

You suck in a tired breath through your parted lips as he starts to rub lazy, languid circles right over your clit. His knuckles stretch the fabric of your underwear whenever he finishes the circle and starts a new one; making the cutesy design pull taut with the action. Mellow electricity begins to spark from somewhere deep within you because of it.

By the time he presses a wet kiss to your neck, you’re already buzzing with voltage.

“Naru…?” You whine his nickname into the pillow softly; cheek rubbing against the cotton of your pillowcase, “What’re you, mmh…”

“Shh, shh,” Naruto hushes soothingly before he places yet another kiss right onto your pulse. You can feel him rub the tip of his nose down the side of your neck as he takes a deep breath. The groan to leave his throat right afterwards is purely, deliciously male. “Christ… Just lemme make you feel good, baby.”

His words are slurred and are barely coherent even though he speaks them right next to your ear. He’s talking like his tongue is too heavy to move inside his mouth properly as he pulls your hips even closer and adds, “You’re gonna, right? Gonna be a good girl for your boyfriend and let him touch you a lil’ bit, mm?”

Since when is he so comfortable using dirty talk around you? Better yet, why?

The thought is quickly whisked to the side from how incapable you've become of forming a pertinent response to the lewd things he whispers into your ear now. That first familiar ache begins to flood your body from the way he prods at your slick entrance with one digit and it's outright distracting.

You are confused but also drenched, and all you can do is mewl pathetically about it. A blush blooms on your cheeks; exposing some form of absent-minded, dazed embarrassment from the way your hole clenches around the tip of his finger by pure instinct. You can hear him as he chuckles against your throat in answer.

“I need you so bad… Been thinkin' 'bout you for hours.”

Creamy arousal coats his finger pads as he traces your slit in even movements of up and down before shifting his attention back to the adorable button of nerves that makes you want to moan like a whore. He’s making your entire body feel like it’s on fire despite the lacking duvet that you could have sworn you had covered yourself with before falling asleep earlier that night.

“Naru,” you try again, the wiggle of your hips against his crotch seemingly out of your control, “wh-... Oh.”

The rest of your sentence transfigures into an adorably whiny moan as he pushes one finger inside your warmth. He barely gives you a second to adjust before he adds another digit that only drags out your moan further and makes your walls flutter around his knuckles.

He's impatient. And you're sensitive.

“Naruto!” Your hips jerk into the air when he starts to pump. The sensation is so strong that it makes you feel slightly light-headed. You're definitely more awake now; more present in the moment.

“Hah…” His laugh is huffed and it brushes your cheek with warm air as he applies more pressure so that he can reach your most sensitive part quicker; better. “Is my pretty girl needy?”

Your eyes are squeezing shut now from how intensely your face is starting to burn. What is wrong with him? “Mhmm…!”

“Yeah?” You can nearly see the complacent expression in your mind from the way how fucking smug he sounds now. He licks your pulse point instead of kissing it like the first time around as he murmurs, “Wanna tell me what my pretty girl is needy for, exactly?”

God, his saliva is so warm. The way he drags it all over your skin and calls you his is so fucking hot.

And yet you can’t give him an answer of what exactly you want because it’s simply too… Lascivious. You might be awake now, but you're still timid and hesitant.

It makes you nervous - the way he’s poking and prodding at a darker, more twisted side of you that you, yourself never even knew existed in the first place. Come to think of it, he’s practically prying it out of you now, and your defenses aren't nearly as sturdy as they tend to be because you've just woken up.

You're vulnerable. And he knows it.

Still, no matter how hot and bothered this unfamiliar version of Naruto makes you, it also greatly puzzles you. Sure, you can’t know him all that well yet since you’ve only been dating for a couple of months, but never had he acted this improper around you before.

Yes, he has made sure to tell you himself that he can be a bit overwhelming and perverted at times, but you hadn’t considered that his wickedness could rise to such an immoral extent.

Or maybe you’re just plain vanilla and he’s trying to change that. Who knows?

“Sweetheart,” he utters gently, smiling at the noises you’re producing, “tell me what you want and I’ll give it to ya… I promise.”

Your teeth sink into the inside of your cheek; eyelids trembling at the squelching noise that begins to ensue when he quickens his pace. “I-I can’t.”

He smirks now. Fucking smirks. “You shy?”

“Ye-ahh…” Your face contorts in pleasure when he lifts up your shirt and presses his other hand against your breasts. His palm is so broad that he covers both of your tits at the same time; the flat of it rubbing against one hard nipple as the other gets twisted and pinched by his rough fingers.

“C’mon, baby,” he murmurs softly, coaxing you further by applying force to make you stop squirming and writhing so much against him so that you can concentrate better. “Tell me how you feel.”

Perhaps this tactic will work. He wants you to tell him how you really feel so that you’ll let slip what you really want with it, but all you do is cry out again, though it’s harder this time around. Your whimper sounds needier as he pinches your nipple again and pulls on it gently while rolling it between his fingertips. It's sluttier. All the more pathetic.

He can tell how wet you are as he spreads your sticky lips apart with the help of his thumb before he starts to bless your puffy clit with lovely, doting swipes again. His chest is heaving from all the focus and effort he has to put into pleasuring you. Into keeping you fucking still.

“Words,” he mumbles quietly, that same guttural groan leaving his mouth when your plump ass starts to grind against his clothed cock. He’s so hard that the strain the zipper provides hurts. He’s going to lose it if you don’t start to listen and do what he asks of you. “Use your words, baby. Tell me how I make you feel, pretty please.”

Where is all this desperation coming from? All this patience? Usually he’s the one that tosses you around the sheets until you’re the one that's begging him to slow down and take it easy; not the other way around.

That’s it. You have to look at him! Have to make sure it is him that’s fingering and fondling you stupid, because now you’re utterly befuddled by this entire situation, despite that you can clearly recognize his scent and voice.

Only hooded, glassy eyes and a lazy, crooked grin meet your vision the moment you whip your head to the side to look at him. Your pupils dilate as you take in his red cheeks and ruffled hair.

“Mornin’, pretty,” he drawls with a tired smile now. “Slept well?”

It’s nearly three in the morning.

And he’s drunk; fucking wasted from spending the last couple of hours at the bar with his mates.

Now you understand why he chose to wake you up the way he did. The poor man saw you sprawled atop his bed in nothing but his t-shirt and your underwear; ass plump and sticking high into the air like a perfect little peach in those cutesy panties and juicy thighs spread wide apart. So wide, in fact, that he could literally see your cute pussy eating up the panties and the way they dipped into the little hole he felt so fucking eager to fill up.

Judging by how dazed and horny he looks from the alcohol to course his veins, it’s no wonder he tried to pound it in an instant. To tap that ass, too, and call it his pretty property.

Your mouth feverishly latches to his own in an attempt to hide your face from the feverish stare he gives you, even though he keeps his eyelids ever so slightly parted so that he can watch you melt into the kiss with every panting brush of lip. You’re just so cute - the way you get so easily aroused and intimidated by him.

He tastes like salt and something bitter; like chips and beer. Stroking his tongue with your own, you just know that his head is going to hurt in the morning, but it looks like Naruto doesn’t seem to mind it at all.

He’s too busy teasing that gooey, spongy spot within you, after all.

“C’mon,” he urges you again, practically pleading you to cooperate with the tone of his voice, “say it. Be a lil’ slut for me, sweetheart; just a lil' bit! I won’t judge, promise. Love ya far too much to be mean like that.” It’s the second one he’s made tonight - the promise.

Your chest tightens as you gasp and pant against his lips. As yet another moan edges the corner of your own before you stifle it with the help of another trembling inhale. Your little ‘o’-shaped mouth is brushing against his plump bottom lip, making his brows furrow from how fucking hot you look in that exact moment.

Your appearance is completely disheveled just from some fingering and nipple play. He’s going to fucking bust a nut right in his pants if you keep edging him with a wondrous sight like this, but at the same time he can’t stop overstimulating you for the very same reason.

He just loves the way you respond to him. How fucking eager your body gets just from a mere touch of his fingers, no matter the time and place.

“I-I feel… Fuck, I feel good, Naru-tooo…!” Holy fuck, he’s making you sound like you’re a little cat submitting to the most torturous heat of all nine of her lives. How pathetic; how embarrassing. The moans you’re letting out are even worse than the ones you’ve heard in the porn he linked you while you were attempting cybersex when he was away for a business trip with his firm.

But that's a story for another time, of course.

“Good?” The tone is excited as he says the word; like his entire face is lighting up in that exact moment. “Want me to make ya feel even better, sweetheart?”

When he quickens his pace, it feels like you're about to pee. Like he's pressing on your damn bladder, even though you know that's not it. Your entire body begins to shake from the delicious torture he's making you endure. Even every hair on the nape of your neck stands to attention as goosebumps cover your skin.

You're too tired, too defenseless, too sensitive. Your body is too soft, too stretchy, too hot. You can't even fight against him.

“Yes, yes! Fucking yes…!” You give in the moment hot tears begin to coat your lashes from the way pressure climbs up your throat and overwhelms you entirely. The knot within your stomach tightens to an unbearable degree, turning the words to follow into a jumble of moans and curses as you squeeze your eyes shut again the moment the runny slick leaks out of you in one hot, messy spurt of liquid. “I-I want you to shove your cock in me so deep that I scream. That it makes me cry… Just… Just fuck my brains out, for fuck’s sake. You wretched, drunk man!”

You’re glaring at him with those wonderful, teary eyes from how embarrassed you are, how high from pleasure you are; your lips pressing into a tight, little pout as you try to catch your breath from the waterfall of emotions that has just bursted out of you so suddenly. Amongst other things.

Naruto meanwhile, is staring at you in complete awe. In complete silence as he feels the warm, sticky droplets cascade down his knuckles.

You feel like you're about to start crying as he gently rests his hand on your pussy a moment later. It's as if he's trying to give you modesty with the little affection for being so good for him.

“Say something.” Your voice cracks mid-sentence. You feel so small; lying on top the soaked bed sheet like this. 'It's a normal reaction to intense pleasure', you tell yourself. But what does he think of it?

“Wow,” all he says as if he can read your mind. He genuinely means it, because the face he makes looks so lovesick that it causes your heart to jump.

Your line of patience feels raw and tender from the way he’s provoked it into snapping, just like he's done with your insides. From the way how the inner dam within your mind that had been appointed the sole job of keeping that same waterfall intact, now overflows and bursts into a million little pieces you're too tired to pick up, and he's too drunk to catch.

There isn’t a trace left of that quiet, reserved girl that he managed to coax into dating by some odd miracle three months ago. Just potent, carnal desire. The threat of literal carnage shines inside your eyes if he even thinks about refusing you now.

You are fire incarnate.

And he is the wind that provokes the flames into rising.

So all Naruto does is smile as he gives you a slow nod of his head. As he pulls back and obediently starts to fumble with his belt buckle until you can hear that satisfactory click and the sound of his zipper becoming undone right after. As if to say: ‘Your wish is my command, darling’.

And when he at long last shoves his cock into you a couple of moments later; all hot and thick and hard while stretching your overstimulated, sopping hole and sensitive walls to the brink of pain, you realize that communication truly is key when it comes to relationships.

“Fuck, I love you s’much, baby. Let's try that again, mkay?”

“Mmph, I love you, too. Now shut up and keep-... Keep fucking me. I am very angry at you.”

Especially the lewd kind; in the form of high-pitched moans and breathless grunts.

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