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Tobirama, Kakashi and Itachi's reaction to you saying the safe word😆

Using The Safe Word Hc || Naruto characters x reader

Including : Tobirama Senju, Kakashi Hatake and Itachi Uchiha

A/n : Okay now this was so fun to write. Thank you so much for the idea and I really hope you'll like it ! Also @mithology-marveloholick I outdid myself for you in the first part 😎

Warnings : No mention of gender ( unless that one time I wrote "clit" ) reader feels bad about using the safe word but their partner is understanding, rough sex, mention of breeding, marking, wall sex, mating press, doggy style, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Word count : 1791

Tobirama Senju :

He is a big softie just like his brother you can’t change my mind. He is just more talented to hide it

He only let his sensitivity express itself with you, and only during moments of vulnerability. Like in the evening before going to bed, in the morning when getting up, in the shower and well during love making

He always wants to do his best no matter what field he's in ( I see him a bit like Katsuki Bakugo )

So he'd done all the necessary research and had come across the existence of the safe word. The aim of which was to warn the partner with a word to signify that you wanted to stop for whatever reason. He found it interesting because the inventiveness of the word prevented it from being confused with another or a "stop" which could be misunderstood in a non/con intercourse

You'd never really needed to use the safe word because most of the time he was very gentle, his hips moving slowly and sensually, while his mouth sought yours out in loving lingering kisses

Except that today, soft and slow wasn’t really was he intended to do nor what he needed

And that’s how you ended up there on all four on your bed as he railed you from behind

His hand found purchases on the flesh of your hips as his finger dug in your skin. The rapid slapping sound of skin only proved the intensity with which he was taking you

A low growl came from his throat as he felt your walls tighten around his throbbing length. He pulled your hair to make your hair turn towards him. As son as he saw your fucked out expression he inched forward and slipped his tongue inside your mouth

Damn he was so hungry for you today. You wonder what had happened during his day

But your investigation could not continue as his hand left your hip and passed in front of you to make rapid circles on your clit. His touch was so much rougher than usual that it made your hips buck forward

But after some time you started to feel overwhelmed. You guessed he wanted to make it last as long as possible and for that he needed to edge you, just like he was doing for himself

You legs started to quiver and close but he kept them from closing - I mean he couldn’t really know yet

As you felt him deny you a nth orgasm though you couldn’t take it anymore “Sh- shadow” you mumbled as tears started to well up in your eye, you were this close from having drool leaking from your mouth

He didn’t lose a second to react. He pulled out and helped you lie on the bed. His eyes were fixated on you as your chest heaved and fell rapidly

But that’s when you started to feel guilty and after everything you couldn’t help the tears from streaming down your cheeks

His eyes widened “Hey hey Y/n are you okay my Love ?” he got to his knees near your lying form

“I’m s-sorry… I couldn’t hold on until you came” you sobbed as he pulled you against his firm chest

“Shhh don’t you dare apologizing to me okay ?” his tone didn’t leave any room for more words “It fucking doesn’t matter. You do, you Dumbass” he said gritting his teeth trying to stop the smile from creeping on his lips. Gosh even in this situation you thought about his pleasure first

“Here let me help you” he said while picking you up bridal style “We’re going to take a nice bath together. You’re going to relax and… if you’re still feeling bad you could use your soapy hands to help me out mmh ?” he said as the red tinged at his cheeks

You nodded softly against his chest and with that you both went off to the bathroom where he prepared a nice and warm bath for you both

Kakashi Hatake :

To day was what we can call a fucking tiring day. It’s one of those days when he wondered why the heck he became a genin instructor. Like seriously those kids put the mission above their comrades lives

Days like these would lead to two different outcomes. Either training until he can’t stand up anymore. Or fucking you dumb until you’re both completely spent. And today training wasn’t his main priority

That’s how you found yourself pressed against the nearest wall not only 2 minutes after he arrived home. And we all know you like that kind of surprise you naughty little sausage

You were half dressed, your pants discarded somewhere on the floor. While he only pulled his pants down his legs

His strong arms were supporting you against the wall as he kept thrusting his frustration out. This position allowed a deep penetration that made your eyes roll

But as time passed you grew aware of the roughness of the wall. With each thrust your body went up and down and it started to burn

You decided to wait a little bit though. Maybe it’ll go away by itself or his thrusts will become less rough and the burning sensation will disappear. But it didn’t

You also knew that if he acted like that it was because of pent up frustration he couldn’t let go during the day. His pace didn’t decrease in fact it slightly increased as he neared his climax

You couldn’t stand it any longer. Your fingers that were playing with the hair at the nape of his neck suddenly pulled the hair a little - making him moan - as you said “Protection… mmh Kakashi protection” you moaning

At first the words didn’t hit him, his hips continued to work as he kissed your jaw “You’re exquisi- wait what protection ?!?” he stopped right away

Your legs were trembling as your body totally slumped over his.. He held you close ensuring you didn't fall “Are you okay ? Did I do something wrong ?” he was extremely worried despite his usual nonchalance. His mouth, now free from his mask, hung agape as he waited for you answer

“I-I'm fine... it’s just the wall… it burned slightly-” you didn’t even finish your sentence that he pulled you flush to his chest so that your back was off the wall “I’m sorry I got distracted.. it’s just ugh” he sighed

“I know” you said, kissing his cheek “Maybe we can continue but in a more comfortable place ?”

“Are you sure ? I don’t want to impose myself-” He looked at you softly

You tightened the hold of your arms around his neck “Please” you said tightening your inner muscles, knowing it was going to drive him wild

“Ghh ah… in this case” he smirked “Who am I to deny you ?” and with that he brought you to your shared bedroom where he could have his way with you, knowing would be comfortable and eager to take him as much as he wants

Itachi Uchiha :

He actually was the one insisting on establishing a safe word. He knew that as an Uchiha he could easily lose control while mating with you ( yes in my hc Uchiha don’t have sex but mate )

He just needed to be sure that he wouldn’t do anything that could overwhelm you unpleasantly or harm you

A word that would help him ground himself in the present

“What about kitty ?”

“Y/n… this is supposed to ensure your well-being. Please focus”

“Okay fine” you chuckled “What about Mangekyou ?”

His eyes lit up “Yes. That would do. Good job” he said patting your head lovingly

And it was only some time later, when he entered that period in the life of the male Uchihas when having offspring became a real urge, that the safe word was used for the first time ( don’t mind if you aren’t aware of this, it’s part of my own Uchiha hc )

You were pinning against the bed as he held you in a mating press. His length sliding in and out of your at an almost desperate pace. His mouth was hungrily kissing you, nipping at your shoulders and neck in attempt to mark what is his

It felt heavenly. Well the 20 first minutes. Because at this pace you wondered how he didn’t already light a fire between your legs

You didn’t want to use the safe word at first. You knew he would panic and blame himself for hurting you even if he didn’t - yet. But you also know he wouldn’t want you to neglect your well-being for him

You tried to caress his cheek with a trembling hand, thinking it would coax him out of this state. But it didn’t. The depth of his gaze was enhanced by the swirling tomoe pattern in his eyes. Okay you had to use the word

“M-mang-mange- mphf kyou” you tried. You didn’t know talking through this would be so difficult. You couldn’t help but marvel at the balance between pain and pleasure that prevented you from saying the word clearly

Though he did hear you. And as soon as the words hit his brain, he blinked rapidly. His Sharingan faded. His hip rhythm had slowed considerably.

He then took a deep breath and used all his willpower to gently, completely stop all his movements.

He was totally out of breath, but that didn't stop him from focusing all his attention on you: "Are you all right? I didn't hurt you?" he cradled your face in his hands

You could feel him inside of you. He was still hard and throbbing. You felt bad, as if you were denying him pleasure

But as soon as he saw your teary eyes he kissed your forehead “Shhh you did great Y/n. That’s exactly what you were supposed to do. I’m proud of you” His words were a soothing balm for your mind and you finally relaxed in his arms

He told the truth. He didn’t mind at all having to stop even if he is in the middle of an urge. He could still take care of his throbbing need later

He slowly pulled out and gathered everything that was needed at the moment. A towel to clean you up, a cup of water - in which he added a bit of sugar just in case, unless you have diabetes.

Then he left you a bit to take care of himself. When he came back to bed he made sure you drank enough water before slipping into bed with you. he pulled you close to his chest, reaffirming how proud of you he was

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animeomegas · 4 months

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The Quest for a Second Life - Epilogue

??? x ALPHA!READER

Summary: Having spent so long choosing their second life, the MC is finally rewarded and gets to live their second life. The only questioning remaining was... Itachi or Kakashi. GN!Dom!Alpha!Reader x Multiple Naruto Characters

Word count: 6.4k

Warnings: N-sfw content, tiny self-harm for magical blood potion purposes. All alphas have dicks, fyi.

A/N: And we're finally here! This is the end, and I hope people like it, even if you'd have preferred the other character. This has been a journey and a half, thank you so much for joining me on it. Merry Christmas to those that celebrate! I am deeply honoured to call @omeganronpa my friend, and seeing as I'm too far away to be around in person, I hope that this gets my message across as well as I had hoped 💗💓💞💖❣️

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Epilogue

James found herself lingering in the library when she knew she ought not to. She had just sent another human into their chosen pocket dimension, this time a historical romance, and she really needed to get back to her office to receive the next one. She knew this, and yet her feet refused to co-operate.

She couldn’t stop wondering after the human alpha she had recently worked with, although she wasn’t sure if humans would agree with her use of the word ‘recent’. They didn’t normally, and James had learnt that time flowed differently for humans than it did for Curators.

No, her mind was behaving badly. It was wandering off without her permission and whispering suggestions of going to check on the human alpha, even though James’ shift was still far from over.

Before she could think better of it, James turned and started walking towards the hidden backroom of the library, where books that were in current use were stored. Surely, it would be okay for her to have a little look at what that human alpha was up to. She would only linger for a little while and then she would get back to work.

She entered the backroom and scanned the shelves for the correct book. It wasn’t difficult to find, but she suddenly felt nervous. It wasn’t as if Curators weren’t allowed to watch the pocket dimensions, in fact, she knew several of her peers who did so regularly, but James had never felt the urge.

Until now.

“Just a quick peek, then I’ll greet my next human.” She opened the book and put it into viewing mode.

...

Ugh, you really shouldn’t have bought this much stuff. You juggled the shopping bags awkwardly, but persevered forwards as best as you could. It wasn’t your fault that there was a sale on today, how could you resist getting an entire bag of fresh peaches? You wondered if you could figure out how to make peach lemonade. It was the height of summer and a refreshing drink sounded like heaven right about now.

At least your new sandals were working well. They had been a gift from your parents when they returned from their business trip, and they were as cool as they were durable.

You dodged around a bush so that the branches didn’t abduct any of your shopping, grateful that you were getting used to this route now. Although you had grown up in the area, you had never really had a reason to stray this far. Of course, not until you met him.

Ugh, him. He was perfect. No, he was beyond perfect.

You had found him by chance, and the first few weeks had been a whirlwind, but you knew, more than anything, that he was perfect for you.

And there he was, in all his perfection, as you finally reached your home.

Itachi.

He was standing in the chicken run, his long, dark hair swept up out of his face in a more stringent ponytail than normal. You had helped him with it before you left, after his fringe kept getting stuck to his skin. He was wearing a pair of incredibly short shorts, and a loose T-shirt that always fell away from his chest whenever he bent over. It was a personal favourite of yours, but one that you never let him wear outside of your own home.

Itachi must have heard you, because he turned, a grin lighting up his face. You could see he had a smudge of mud on the swell of his left cheek.

Itachi was utterly stunning. He took your breath away effortlessly, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Alpha!” he called, lifting one hand up in a wave. “Look!”

It took you a moment to understand what he wanted you to look at, but you eventually realised that he wasn’t waving; he was clutching two chicken eggs.

“Amazing!” you called back, approaching the back gate, but stopping at the fence as you realised you didn’t have free hands to unlock it.

“The chickens are finally old enough to lay eggs!” Itachi was practically beaming as he exited the run. A couple of chickens attempted to make an escape, but Itachi flicked his fingers and gently knocked them back with magic. “Look!” He came right up to you now, letting you into the garden, and holding the eggs in front of your face.

“That’s brilliant, ‘tachi. Why don’t you help me get all this unpacked inside, and we can cook the eggs for some lunch. I have some peaches and lemons for lemonade, too.”

You both headed into the kitchen through the back door. You dumped everything on the table and gratefully slumped into a chair, thankful to be out of the hot sun. Itachi practically floated around the kitchen, still beaming. He unpacked what he needed and immediately started making lunch. He settled on shakshuka with the fated peach lemonade.

It was with great amusement that you watched Itachi don his cooking apron, the one you’d specially embroidered with ‘Proud Chicken Oma’.

After you had cooled down a little, you slowly unpacked the rest of the shopping, until Itachi called you over to the oven.

“I’m going to fry the eggs,” he said, sounding giddy. You had known that he wanted chickens, you did too, but the genuine joy that they gave him still surprised you. You felt so incredibly lucky that you had literally wandered into his life by accident, and that he had allowed you to stay.

“Let me watch.” You hugged him from behind and peered over his shoulder. And if you also took a quick sneaky look down his shirt while you were there, well, no one could prove it. It was probably too hot for hugs, but you couldn’t make yourself let go. You nuzzled into the area where you would one day put your bond mark, but for now lay unbroken skin.

Itachi wanted you to meet each other’s families before you properly bonded. Hopefully that day would come sooner rather than later, because having him walk around without your claim was driving you mad.

Itachi cracked the egg into the pan, and perhaps you were too much of a sappy romantic, but the lucky double yolk that it contained felt symbolic.

…

The silence was thick enough to cut. You took a sip of your tea to try and stave off the awkwardness, but it didn’t help.

You were sitting at your kitchen table with Itachi and his parents. Sasuke had been sent out to collect some eggs, most likely so Fugaku and Mikoto could talk to you alone, but even now that Sasuke was firmly outside, the silence remained heavy and oppressive.

“How long have you known each other?” Fugaku asked, finally breaking it.

“A few months, father.” Fugaku’s lips tightened and the lines around his eyes deepened. You got the vibe that he wasn’t happy with that answer. It was such a shame that Itachi cared about their opinions.

“And how did you meet?”

You cleared your throat, “Itachi found me unconscious in a snowstorm and nursed me back to health.”

There was a beat of silence, before Mikoto spoke. “Then you owe my son a life debt, you would do well to remember that.”

You were really getting the vibe that they didn’t like you. It was for that reason, that you hastened to reassure them that you had been looking after Itachi as well.

“Oh! Well, I returned the favour by giving Itachi my cloak when all his clothes were destroyed in the middle of the woods.”

Itachi immediately went red faced, and held up his hands, sputtering. Oh, whoops. That definitely sounded like you had been fucking in the woods. Of course, you had actually fucked in those woods, but that wasn’t what you meant to share with his parents of all people.

“We didn’t—It was an Amplexus plant!” Itachi explained hurriedly, his face continuing to darken. “I needed the seeds for a potion, and it got a hold of me, that’s all!”

Itachi’s panicked explanation broke the tension, as his mother started giggling, and his father sighed and put his face in his palm.

“Sasuke is our only hope,” Fugaku muttered.

It was at that moment that a squawk sounded from outside. Sasuke’s dulcet tones followed shortly afterwards.

“Try that again, you glorified rat, and I’ll burn off all your feathers, I fucking mean it, I—”

Fugaku sighed again and downed the rest of his tea like it was the alcohol he clearly needed.

…

There was no sweeter smell in the world than the one of yours and Itachi’s scents mingling together. And while you were certain many other alphas would say the same about them and their omegas, you were pretty sure you were right.

You panted onto Itachi’s neck, basically drooling. A joint heat and rut wasn’t the greatest for practical reasons, but fuck, if it wasn’t the perfect time to exchange mating bites.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Itachi slurred, hips rocking up to meet yours at every thrust. “Bite me, alpha, claim me, please!”

You groaned, knot already catching on his rim. It was getting harder and harder to control yourself. Itachi mouthed at the juncture between your shoulder and neck, the place where he would soon be placing your bite, and your self-control collapsed like a house of cards.

Your knot tied you and Itachi together, plunging you both into an orgasm. Somewhere, through the haze, your teeth managed to find their mark. You bit down just as you started filling Itachi with your cum. Itachi seized but managed to bite back.

You rode the waves together. It was the longest orgasm of your life, and by far the most powerful. Your mind was clouded with lust and emotion. Every instinct in your body was screaming, but they were all screaming different things; it was making you dizzy.

Protect him.

Make him scream.

Get him pregnant.

Hide him away.

Show him off.

Love him. Love him. Love him.

Yes, yes, you were going to love him, you did love him… And everything was going to be perfect.

…

You ran out of your joint bedroom potions lab barefoot, having abandoned your slippers in your haste.

“Itachi! There’s been an incident!”

You heard a crash from the kitchen, and quickly, Itachi came racing out to meet you in the living room.

“What is it? What’s going on?!” He scanned you from head to toe but couldn’t see an injury. He had known that you were playing with magic, and he was rightfully worried about what you had managed to do.

“It’s gone,” you said, wide eyed.

“What’s gone?!”

“My dick.”

Itachi blinked at you, processing, before his face morphed into something horrified.

“What? How can—?! What were you doing?! What do you mean gone?!” He grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you roughly. “Tell me what happened!”

“I was just playing around and then suddenly it was gone,” you explained, wringing your hands.

“What spell did you use?” Itachi asked frantically. “I can reverse it. We can figure it out!”

“I don’t know… I mean, at least I’m still alive right? It could have been worse.”

Itachi was still horrified, and you’d wager that he didn’t agree with you.

“No! I mean, yes, but we still need to fix it. Let me see!” He knelt down and started to aggressively tug down your shorts and underwear. “Maybe I can perform a reversal of—”

He managed to get the fabric down and out popped your dick, unharmed and just as it always was. Itachi blinked at it. You started cracking up, unable to hold the laughter in anymore. Itachi, realising that he’d been pranked, scowled at you.

He stood, crossing his arms and huffing. “That wasn’t funny.”

“Yes, it was,” you laughed, wiping away your tears. “You’re completely obsessed with my dick, I knew it! I’m just a glorified dildo to you, huh?”

“You’re being ridiculous.” Itachi had delightfully rosy cheeks.

“Am I? So, you don’t want to suck it?” You playfully shook your hips, wiggling your dick, playfully.

Itachi wavered. You waited patiently.

“This has nothing to do with anything,” he said, kneeling down in front of you.

“Whatever you say, darling.”

“Shut up!”

He was so much fun to tease. Hopefully, he never found out that you had the same obsession with his nipples.

…

“We do need more space, but I still want to maintain that cosy vibe, you know?”

“I agree. We could always increase the number of rooms, but still have them all be fairly small and closed off.”

You and Itachi were pouring over several sketches, trying to design your new home. You had decided to move closer to the nearest town, although you were still staying firmly in the woods because neither of you wanted to give up your private sanctuary. You also just needed more space. You needed a bigger dining table, more bedrooms, a separate potions lab, and crucially more storage space so that you didn’t come across snake eyes in the fridge when you were trying to make a sandwich.

Thankfully, with Itachi’s magic, the local builders, and the money sent from your parents, it was sure to be a smooth process.

“I think we should have a bedroom for Sasuke to use,” you said, tapping on an empty part of the proposed floorplan. “Not just a guest bedroom, but one that’s specifically his.”

Itachi nuzzled into your shoulder. “You wouldn’t mind? Because that would be amazing.”

“Of course not. He’ll be old enough to visit on his own soon, and I want to make sure he knows he’s welcome.” You liked Sasuke and you understood why Itachi loved him so much. He was like a tiny murder kitten that loved to scratch people. It was adorable.

“We have the pup rooms, the lab…” Itachi peered down at the paper. “Is that everything?”

You hummed, considering. “I think so. Unless you want a nesting room. Although, I’ve never seen you nest before, so if you don’t want one, that’s fine.”

“Oh.” Itachi was silent for a moment. “I’ve never tried nesting before.”

You immediately wished his parents would return so you could punch them in the face. Carefully keeping all the anger below the surface so you didn’t make Itachi think you were angry with him, you brushed some hair out of his face.

“Do you want to try it? We can try together, and if you like it, we can get a little nesting space added onto the master bedroom.”

Itachi smiled, looking unsure. “Okay. I suppose we can try it.”

…

“Well, I’m not an expert, but I think I can help with a simple nest layout.” You leant back and surveyed all the materials you had for nesting. Most of it was stuff that Itachi had made, some of it was things you had made, and a couple of pieces were from a craftsperson in town, made from rarer and more difficult materials. There was more than enough for a nice nest.

You slotted the heaviest duty and flattest pillows into the corner and arranged them in a double layer before securing them together with a sheet.

“One of my old partners used to arrange the base like this. It works well.”

Itachi growled and immediately destroyed the base, stacking it in a different way. Oh, yeah, whoops. Itachi was way too possessive for you to casually be bringing up old partners.

“You’ve had other omega partners?” he asked, still rearranging the base. His voice was carefully controlled, like he was trying to sound distracted, when in reality, his attention was fully on your answer.

“Yeah, I—” You paused, trying to retrieve the memories. It was strange… You could have sworn you had past partners but trying to grasp onto details felt like trying to catch smoke. You could see flashes of dates, gifts and physical features, but you couldn’t really make sense of it. You wondered if it was a side effect of the amnesia spell you’d had. You decided not to mention it in case Itachi got worried. “I’ve had a couple, but they didn’t go anywhere. It never felt right, y’know?”

Itachi hummed, reasonably placated.

You continued to help him with small suggestions until you recognised the signs of an omega in nest building mode. Instincts took over, and you leant back to let Itachi do it how he wanted to.

The nest was so very him, even for his first attempt. It was chaos, but organised chaos, with gentle colours and neutrals, and lots of wool.

Itachi sat back, blinking the daze away. “Now what?”

“Now you get in it.”

“And… what’s the point? What will being in it do?” He was staring at the nest reverently, and you knew he was going to like it.

“It should help you relax.”

Itachi bit his lip, but gingerly climbed in and tried to get himself comfortable. He fiddled with a few final pieces, but once he was settled, he sighed, seeming content.

After a few moments, he looked over at you. “Do you… want to come in, too?”

You grinned, and agreed, carefully climbing in and spooning your omega.

With you there with him, Itachi curled his legs up to his chest and went boneless. His purrs were so loud that you could feel them in your chest, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He nuzzled into the pillow his head was on, basking in the soft materials.

You kept holding him but tried to remain still so as to not disturb his first nesting experience. You didn’t want to distract him from his bliss. You were honestly so shocked that he had never nested before. Had his family kept him so busy from such a young age that he had never had the time?

You made a mental note to see if you could add a nesting nook for Sasuke’s room too, seeing as he was also an omega and had probably received similar treatment. If he couldn’t have one at home, at least he could have one here.

Suddenly, Itachi stopped purring.

“Is something wrong, baby?” you cooed, gently stroking his hair. “We can fix whatever it is, I promise.”

Itachi only whined, pushing his hips back into yours. He seemed really out of it, not that that was particularly surprising. If he’d been repressing himself, knowingly or not, for his entire life, then his instincts were going to try and take over the second they could.

“What do you need, omega? Come on, tell alpha.”

Itachi pouted, whining again. He shoved his hips back harder this time, like he was making a point. Oh.

“I see.” Your mind was racing at how hot he was. “Do you want to cockwarm, honey?”

Itachi nodded, his purring starting back up again now that you were understanding him. Oh, he was just the sweetest, horniest little thing and you would set the world on fire for him.

You carefully untucked your already half-hard cock, trying to avoid knocking anything out of place. When you were free, you tugged his trousers down and easily slipped inside him.

When your hips met his skin, Itachi purred louder than he had before, melting into the nest completely. His eyes rolled back, and he was lost in the fuzziness.

Okay… so you definitely needed that nesting room.

…

You looked around your new living room proudly, savouring the ‘new’ smell. The entire house was perfect. It kept the essence of the old one, but you had so much more space. No more tripping over cauldrons in the morning, or accidentally spilling powdered bone on the carpet when you were trying to clean.

You were almost finished with the unpacking. The house still seemed pretty empty, but that was good; the house would be able to grow with you.

Itachi had scurried off into the bedroom a few minutes ago with one of the boxes, but you were still sorting through living room stuff. You peered into the nearest box. And kitchen stuff apparently. Why did you own so many wooden spoons?

“Alpha?! Can you come help me with something, please?!” Itachi called from the bedroom.

You stood up, stretching out your sore arms, and then went over to the master bedroom. You pushed open the door easily.

“What do you ne—”

Suddenly, you were reminded of the very first time you had ever walked into Itachi’s bedroom in the old house, the time where he had been half naked and in the middle of changing.

Here, he was half-naked again, but this time it looked purposeful, because Itachi was wearing lingerie.

It was a two-piece set, made out of a dark blue silk that perfectly contrasted against Itachi’s pale skin. Embroidered on it were hundreds of tiny, silver stars, creating the image of a night’s sky. Extra pieces of gauzy, see through fabric had been attached to the top piece, which hide absolutely nothing, but acted as a delightful tease. The set was clearly hand made, and damn, he was again, taking your breath away.

“Well, hello,” you cooed, feeling that stupid horny alpha grin slide onto your face. “What’s all this?”

Itachi fidgeted bashfully as you approached. “It’s a surprise, a celebration for the new house.”

“It’s a lovely surprise.” You ran your hands over his heated skin, feeling the silk with your palms. You kissed him heavily, your fingers dancing along the edge of his panties. “This is perfect for the new house, do you know why?”

“Hm? Why?” Itachi moaned, tilting his neck submissively, and giving you access to his bond mark. You nipped around the scar before answering.

“Because we still need to break in the new bed.”

…

“That will be 500 ryo, thank you.” The man handed you the requested amount and took the pouch of amethyst dust in return.

“How many enchanted apples for these?” a little boy asked, holding up a lovely bouquet of flowers. Oh yes, he was the florist’s son, you remembered.

“Hmm,” you took the flowers and appraised them. “How about three?” The boy nodded enthusiastically and grabbed three apples before running home. These flowers would be a lovely surprise for Itachi.

“Do you have any more of the inflammation potions?” an old man asked, approaching the store. You recognised him immediately and put the flowers down, ready for a likely lengthy and completely inappropriate discussion. “They’re great for the old joints.”

“We have three left. How many would you like?”

“I’ll take the lot, thank you.” You wrapped the order up and passed it over. He handed you money in return. “Thank you. There’s a lot of downsides to getting old, but the joint pain is the worst of it in my opinion. At least I don’t have to put up with heats anymore. They’re great fun when you’re young, but when your back starts to go, well, you find yourself wishing them away.”

You hummed politely.

“This is why it’s so important for alphas to hone their skills in bed. I can’t count the number of times a young alpha has believed they don’t need to worry about sex skills because an omega in heat is so far gone that everything feels good, but one day the heats will stop, and besides, some of the best sex happens outside of heats and ruts and all that nonsense.”

You laughed, shaking your head. Why did your market stall always attract the weirdest advice and clientele?

“I’d wager you know all about that though. Has Itachi come home with any surprises lately?” You must have looked surprised, because the man winked. “Who do you think taught him how to embroider silk?”

You snorted. Of course. You made sure to slip a complimentary headache potion in as a thank you.

…

“The bedding is all fresh and clean, we bought it especially, and this blanket, I knitted it for you so you’d be warm, it can get cold out here. Oh! And also—”

“I’m fine,” Sasuke said, a slight red flush on his cheeks. “You worry too much, big brother.”

You watched from the doorway as Itachi fussed over Sasuke. Now 14, he was old enough to make the journey here on his own, and this would be the first time he was making proper use of his room. Itachi had been driving himself crazy trying to make everything perfect. You reckoned he was trying to ensure Sasuke had a good enough time that he’d want to come back.

Itachi’s face screwed up in indecision. “Maybe I should get another blanket for you, just in case.”

“Brother—” Too late. Itachi left the room to grab another blanket, leaving you and Sasuke alone. He glared at you harshly. Oh dear, here came the kitten claws.

“I know several spells that would remove all the parts needed to make sure you never touch my brother again. Just saying.” Sasuke crossed his arms and tried to look threatening. You had to try to keep your giggles under controls.

“Itachi wouldn’t like that very much,” you said lightly, remembering his reaction to your ‘I accidentally spelled my dick away’ prank. “And besides, that would be a very rude thing to do to the person hosting you.”

Sasuke growled, but you only raised an eyebrow at him.

“What’s going on?” Itachi walked in, another blanket bundled up in his arms.

You immediately snitched. “Your brother is threatening to cut my dick off.”

Itachi gasped, “Sasuke!”

Sasuke glared at you, but you only stuck your tongue out at him. You were seriously looking forward to the next week.

…

“So!” you clapped your hands together and looked eagerly around at all the potion supplies. “What potion am I learning today?”

You had been having Itachi teach you magic since you moved in, and while you were hardly a prodigy like him and his brother, you were starting to get decent at it, especially potions.

“It’s a pretty simple one, but it requires exact temperature control,” Itachi explained, pulling over a small cauldron. “We’ll need to use runes to manage that.”

“Exciting,” you murmured, trying to recall which runes would work best for temperature control. Probably the same ones that Itachi carved on your hot chocolate mugs. “What does the potion do?”

Itachi smiled, “You’ll see when we’re done.”

“Nooo, Itachi,” you whined. “I want to know now.”

“Later, I promise.” He laughed as you pouted and starting rattling off the ingredients list. “Now, help me crush the beans.”

Time passed quickly as you concentrated on following the potion recipe as best as you could. Before long, it was a blinding white and gently steaming, just as the drawing on the recipe showed.

“It’s ready,” you said proudly, closing the lid on the jar of moss. “Now will you tell me what it does?”

“It needs some blood to work,” Itachi explained. He grabbed a sharp knife and held it to his finger.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Could my blood work instead?”

Itachi laughed lightly. “That wouldn’t work; it has to be me. Don’t worry, it will only be the slightest prick.”

You weren’t happy, but you allowed it, and two drops of Itachi’s blood fell into the cauldron. It immediately started bubbling.

“What’s supposed to happen?”

“Well, it will turn one of two colours.” Itachi leaned over the cauldron and watched intently. “Gold or black.” As he spoke the potion turned to a brilliant gold and Itachi beamed.

“What does gold mean?” you asked, wishing he would just explain what this potion was already.

“Gold means that the person who donated the blood is pregnant.”

“Right, okay, and what does black mea— Hang on, what did you say?”

“I’m pregnant,” he clarified, watching your reaction.

You swallowed heavily, “What?”

Itachi giggled, “I’m not going to say it again.”

“Holy shit.” Your brain blue screened for a moment, before it rebooted, and the phrase properly sank into your brain.

Itachi was pregnant. Pregnant. As in, there would shortly be a baby, your baby, and his baby.

“I love you,” you blurted out, wide eyed. “We are going to need so much baby stuff.”

Itachi laughed, tearing up. “We’ll figure it out.”

…

“You can do it, Daiki! Come on baby, walk to appa!” You were crouched on the floor, arms open and ready.

Daiki gave a little pup whine, but still tried, toddling over on unstable steps. He managed to get three good steps in before he fell into your arms. You caught him easily.

“Whoo! Look at that! You’re such a clever pup, isn’t that right?” You lifted up your baby and blew a raspberry on his stomach, dissolving him into giggles. Daiki did some proud wiggles as you put him back down, glancing over at Itachi for positive attention as well.

Itachi smiled, eyes glazed with sickness, from his position laying on the sofa. “Good job, baby.”

Daiki squealed, grinning and shoving a fist into his mouth.

Itachi was watching you both, even though he was unwell. This was the first time that he was properly ill since Daiki was born, and he was nervous about it. You had quickly learnt that Itachi had very low expectations of your parenting abilities. You tried your best not to take it personally, understanding that alpha parents in his family weren’t normally the most hands on, but it did sting sometimes. You were doing your best to prove him wrong.

Was it easy for you to do all the cooking, cleaning, childcare, and caring for Itachi at the same time? No.

But was it something you were happy to do while your partner recovered? Of course.

Speaking of caring for Itachi, you probably needed to resoak the flannel on his forehead. You shuffled over, keeping an eye on Daiki, and gently lifted the cloth. Like you’d expected, it felt warm to the touch.

You resoaked the flannel in the bowl of ice water and wringed it out before gently wiping down Itachi’s face.

“How are you feeling?” you asked softly, dabbing around his neck.

“I’m okay.” Itachi sighed and sent you a weak smile. “How are you—”

“Oma! Oma!” Daiki had crawled over to you both and grabbed a fistful of Itachi’s top to pull himself into a standing position. “Oma!”

“Careful, darling.” You unwrapped Daiki’s hands from Itachi’s top and supported him up yourself. He seemed to realise that something was wrong, because he blinked at you and Itachi, and curled in on himself unsurely.

“Oma?” he asked, bottom lip wobbling.

“Oma is poorly, but he’s okay,” you said softly, smoothing down Daiki’s hair. He looked unsure, but he eventually nodded and patted Itachi gently on the arm. Itachi took his hand and covered it in kisses, and Daiki finally relaxed.

Suddenly, from the kitchen, you heard the sound of dinner boiling over.

“Oh! Come on Daiki, we have to go and save dinner!” You stood up, picking up your pup as you did.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to do something?” Itachi asked, sitting up slightly.

“Rest.” You stared him into submission, and Itachi reluctantly laid back down. “I can handle everything, trust me.”

Itachi still wasn’t comfortable relinquishing control, but you’d get there. For now, you had a sick omega and a needy pup to tend to.

…

You pottered around the kitchen, putting away the washing up, while Sasuke diligently took notes on spellcrafting at the kitchen table. You were used to him being around by this point, as he had moved in five months ago to take a magical apprenticeship under Itachi. As you understood it, his parents had encouraged him to stay in their village for his apprenticeship, but Sasuke had insisted that Itachi teach him.

Thankfully he had mellowed out a lot, and now when he threatened to cut off your dick, he was only joking.

At least you hoped he was joking.

Itachi was out today manning the stall in town, which meant you were holding down the fort and looking after Daiki.

The pup in question was currently playing in the garden with Sasuke’s cat, who was just as prickly as him, but had a soft spot for Daiki. At four years old, you were okay to let him play alone as long as he didn’t leave the fenced in section, and you could see him from the kitchen window.

Sasuke sighed, putting down his pen to rub at his temples.

“Having trouble with the spellcraft?”

“No.” He gave you no other information, so you decided to pour him a glass of orange juice as a peace offering and sit down with him. Clearly something was weighing on the teenager.

“Is something wrong, Sasuke?”

“No.” It was a predictable Sasuke response that you didn’t buy for even a second.

You knew that he’d need a bit more prying. “Are you sure?”

Sasuke hesitated. You remained entirely silent as he battled with himself, knowing that any amount of encouragement would only cause him to clam up. Eventually, he spoke, his words coming out slowly. “My father sent me a message.”

“I see.”

“He wants me to come back home, now. He said he’s found me another teacher.”

You nodded, and carefully kept judgement out of your words. “And how does that make you feel?” Sasuke shrugged, playing with the pencil. “You know that you’re always, always welcome here, Sasuke, never doubt that. Even if you decide to stop studying under Itachi, you can always stay here or visit as often as you want.”

Sasuke’s shoulders relaxed and you knew you’d hit the nail on the head. “Okay.”

“Do you want me to tell your father that you’re extending your apprenticeship here?” Sasuke nodded, looked relieved. You gave him an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder, and he relaxed even further.

“Thanks,” he muttered, sipping his orange juice.

“Of course; you’re family.”

Outside, the chickens started squawking, which was your cue to go and grab Daiki, so you left Sasuke at the table and went out into the garden. “Daiki, what did I say about messing with the chickens?”

But it wasn’t Daiki, it was Itachi getting home that had set them all off. He was carrying multiple bags on his shoulders, and he looked incredibly winded. You ran over to grab the bags.

“Are you okay? Come on in.” Itachi panted and followed you inside. He looked completely exhausted; even Sasuke jumped up to help when he saw the state that his brother was in.

“What happened?” Sasuke demanded.

“Nothing, nothing, I’m just winded from the walk.”

“Bullshit!” Sasuke swore, putting a hand on his brother’s forehead. “You shouldn’t be this tired from a thirty-minute walk.”

“Sasuke, don’t swear,” Itachi reprimanded. “I’m just tired, nothing more.”

You raised an eyebrow, grabbing him a glass of water, but making sure he knew that you didn’t believe him. Itachi took the glass gratefully and downed the whole thing.

When it became clear that neither you nor Sasuke would be letting the issue go, Itachi sagged down in his chair.

“It’s nothing, really,” he insisted. “I think—Well, I’m pretty sure I’m tired because—”

“Because?”

“Because I’m pregnant,” he blurted out, looking to you bashfully. “I’m sorry, I was going to tell you soon, I just hadn’t decided how yet.”

“Wha—Really? That’s amazing!” All your previous suspicions were forgotten, and you hugged Itachi tightly, feeling giddy at the amazing news.

Sasuke sent you a suspicious glare, but he had long since made peace with the fact that you and Itachi were having sex as long as he was able to live in denial about it.

You laughed gleefully and covered Itachi’s face with kisses as he giggled. “I guess it’s only me on market duty for the next year then, huh?”

You filled up his glass again. Now that you knew he was pregnant, your instincts were going to remain in ‘overly doting’ mode for the foreseeable future.

“Actually, I was thinking…” Sasuke awkwardly trailed off, scuffing his feet on the ground. “Maybe I could take over some stuff with the market stall. We could open it more days a week then, and you could spend more time on parent duty or whatever. I mean, I still need to study, but I have some free time, and it would bring in some more money.”

You grinned, ruffling Sasuke’s hair. His sheepish expression melted into a petulant pout. “That’s an amazing idea! Seeing as you’re going to be around for at least another six months, it makes a lot of sense! I’ll take you with me a few times until you’re confident doing it alone, okay?”

He rolled his eyes, “It’s not hard.”

Itachi, pregnant and probably incredibly hormonal, burst into tears at the idea that Sasuke living with you would be a more permanent thing.

Sasuke, completely allergic to feelings, promptly fled the room with the excuse that he had to practice a potion, leaving you to delicately wipe Itachi’s tears away.

“I’m happy,” Itachi sobbed into your neck. “I’m so happy.”

“Me too, baby, me too.”

You were incredibly lucky to be able to say that and deeply and truly mean it.

…

James watched as the human alpha built a home with their children, their mate, their mate’s brother, their mate’s brother’s cat, and seven… turkeys? Something like that, James couldn’t quite remember the word for those tiny creatures.

The human was happy, and bizarrely, that made James feel happy too. The weird burning in her chest subsided, and she was able to close ‘Potions and Magic and Sex, Oh My!’, knowing that her human made the right choice.

It was with a light heart that James left the library to guide more humans, knowing that her human alpha was happy.

If you asked her, the human alpha had more than earnt a happy second life.

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Overnight Training

18+ content, Minors do NOT interract

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Your adopted baby brother Naruto isn't being treated fairly by his Sensei as he prepares for the third Chunin Exam. You go over to Kakashi's house to give him a piece of your mind.

Warnings: NSFW, gaslighting, spanking, slapping, fingering, oral, unprotected penetration

Word Count: 4.5k

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The smell of Ichiraku ramen wafts through the air and into your nose like a welcome friend on your way towards the noodle shop. You see a familiar pair of legs dangling off the stool as you approach, ready and waiting for you to pay for their meal.

“Hi Naruto!”

“Hi Y/N-san!”

“How ya doin kiddo?” you say as you tousle his blonde hair.

Though he was a royal pain in the ass, you took a liking to Naruto shortly before he enrolled in the Ninja Academy. He was loud and crazy, and terrorized the village plenty, but then one time you caught him between acts of corruption. You saw the sad orphan who just needed attention and you took it upon yourself to become a sister figure to him. You’d chase down shop owners who were rude to him, gossiping wives spreading false rumors about the boy, and yes, you went toe to toe with Iruka several times while he was at the Academy. The latter may have resulted in a brief relationship but ultimately caring for Naruto was your primary concern and Iruka couldn’t appear to be favoring the boy more than he already was. The two of you had started talking on and off now that Naruto was no longer at the Academy but now you have a new sensei to worry about.

The infamous Kakashi Hatake, the Copy Ninja. You were less than thrilled to find out he would be responsible for your baby brother because of his reputation as being ruthless. Naruto needed a nurturer like Iruka, not a solider like Kakashi. Lord Hiruzen assured you it would be fine but you had your doubts, hence why you began checking in on Naruto more than ever.

“I’m doing really really well! I learned all kinds of chakra control stuff and I made it through the second exam!”

“That’s wonderful!”

“But now I’m trying to learn a cool new jutsu for the third one and Kakashi-sensei is too busy with Sasuke to train me!”

“What?! He’s not helping you train!”

“No” He crosses his arms in front of him. “I’m relying on some pervy old sage guy who said he’d train me.”

Your stomach sinks knowing who he’s talking about. “His real name wouldn’t happen to be Jiraiya, would it?”

“Yeah! That’s the one! But he spends most of our time looking at girls instead of giving me directions.”

“...I bet he does.” you murmur under your breath.

“Look Naruto, Jiraiya happens to be a really great ninja. You’re lucky to have gained him as a sensei.”

“You think so?!”

“They don’t call him one of the Legendary Sannin for nothin.”

“Wow! Really?”

“Really. And while you train with him, I’ll go give your Jonin Leader a good talking to. Remind him that he has three genin he’s responsible for, two of which made it to the final round.” You say in a firm tone as you accept your bowl of ramen.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go dating him like you did with Iruka-sensei. That was embarrassing.”

The heat on your cheeks rises as you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear. “It’s not gonna be like that. Iruka is…well…sweet,” you blush “But Kakashi is such a, well…”

“A Jerk!”

“Naruto! Don’t say that about your sensei!”

“Why not? You were going to.”

“Was not!”

“Were to!”

“Just eat your ramen.” you say with a soft tap of your chopsticks on his yellow mop.

The two of you chow down before you escort Naruto back to his home. He excitedly blabbered on and on about his experience in the second chunin exam and you couldn’t feel more proud of the kid than if he were your actual biological brother.

You reach the door to his second story home and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Okay, kiddo, have a good day of training tomorrow. Learn everything you can and put your all into it like usual.”

“Will do Y/N-san!”

“Night kid.” you say with a chuckle releasing his shoulder and watching as Naruto unlocks the door.

“Night Y/N-san!” he shouts as he closes the door.

You couldn’t help but smile at the disappearing image of the world’s most adorable little punk with a heart of gold to match his spiky locks. The idea that Kakashi abandoned him right before the third chunin exam had your blood boiling.

What the hell was Kakashi’s problem? Did he have some vendetta cause Naruto housed the Nine Tails? Was he favoring Sasuke cause of unresolved feelings about his old teammate, Obito? Or was he just a wannabe Uchiha jerk who needed to be taught a lesson?

You march your way over to Kakashi’s house and bang on his door. He takes forever to answer so you knock again, feeling your temper rise.

You hear the latch of his lock click and the sound of the knob twisting. As the door opened, you saw a shirtless Kakashi standing before you in sweats, with a towel in his hand. He had clearly been showering after a day of training with Sasuke and was in the middle of drying off when you disturbed him.

“Oh hey, Y/N. Come in.” he says casually as he walks away from the door towards his kitchen and lowers his head to dry his hair with the towel in his hand.

“Oh hey nothing, Kakashi! Don’t act like you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“...”

You let out a grunt of anger. Was he really that arrogant that he couldn’t have possibly done anything wrong. It just made you fume.

“You’re spending all your time training the Uchiha boy and left Naruto to fend for himself! How can you be so callous to your own team?!”

“I already told him I’m sorry. Plus what I’m trying to teach Sasuke is very complex and only someone with a sharingan can learn it.”

You stride up to him standing centimeters from his face as you glare and poke at his chest.

“Look at you all high and mighty. ‘Only someone with a sharingan can learn it.’ Bull! Naruto is swimming in chakra! He brims with potential while you’re out here playing favorites!”

Kakashi grabs the finger you were poking him with and spins you around so that your hand is pinned behind your back. He holds you firmly as he whispers dangerously in your ear,

“I’d be careful who I’m poking that finger at, little lady.”

Your breath may have faltered a little from the change in position but you had a point to prove so you press on.

“What, can’t take criticism?”

Kakashi slams your upper body down on his kitchen counter, your free hand barely catching you before you hit your head too hard. He leans down over you, his body pressing into yours as he chides,

“I treat all my soldiers the way they need to be treated. Only I can know what all three of them need from me at any given time. Right now, the only Uchiha in the village needs training from the only other posesser of a Sharingan in the entirety of Konaha. Unless you’re secretly an Uchiha bastard who can train him, I’d suggest you simmer down.”

His words were chilling. Ice to your ears. It made sense but why should Naruto get the short end of the stick? He was always excluded from everything. You struggle in Kakashi’s grasp trying to turn around and face him as you continue to defend your little brother.

“That’s a bullshit answer! Just cause Naruto doesn’t have a sharingan, means his own sensei can’t give him any training at all?!”

Kakashi slaps the flesh of your ass with all his might making you cry out in pain.

“Enough! I’ve heard about as much as I will tolerate from you! You don’t know a thing about leading a squad! I will not subject myself to any more of your baseless, ignorant opinions.”

He brings his hand down again on the same spot. All the muscle he spent years developing, employed in this moment to humiliate you as you laid bent over Kakashi’s counter, hand still pinned behind your back by nothing more than his grasp on your finger.

Your breath hitched as the blow landed, pain searing your skin. You were certain that a bruise would form within the next few minutes.

Overcoming the shock of his actions you begin to struggle in his grasp. “Fuckin’ asshole, let go of me!”

“I’m the asshole? You’re the one who came to my house to yell at me!” he snarls, twisting your arm painfully. You cry out but he doesn’t loosen his grip. No, he stands directly behind you, leaning in, securing your hips against the edge of the counter. He begins rubbing his hand in large circles over your hip and cheek as if preparing the area for another assault.

You continue to struggle when you feel his warm breath as he chuckles in your ear.

“Did you really think you could come over here to yell at me and get away with it?”

He interrupts his rubbing to deliver another striking blow to your cheek. “No. It seems you’ve been spending too much time around Naruto. You’ve forgotten your manners.”

His free hand slides from your ass up to your neck where he grabs you at the base of your jaw and turns your head to the side just enough to press his nose into your cheek.

“Maybe you need some private lessons from a sensei of your own. Hmm?”

You can feel his manhood hardening beneath his sweatpants, your compromised position once more causing your breath to falter.

Smiling at your reaction, Kakashi kisses your cheek before standing up. He keeps his hips ground against your rear, pinning you to the counter still. He begins to play with your hair using his free hand as he continues,

“Naruto’s lucky to have such a pretty big sister. Watching out for him, picking senseless fights.”

“It’s not senseless you’re showing favoritism.” You grumble before he twists your arm again causing you to wince.

“As likely as that may seem, let's not jump to conclusions yet.”

You scoff at him and he slaps down on your backside once more. You let out a small groan upon impact making Kakashi chuckle.

“Let’s look at the facts, shall we?”

Kakashi releases your arm to grab your hips and spin you around. He steers you towards the wall, backing you up against it, caging you in as he grabs both your wrists, bringing them up above your head and pinning them together to hold with one hand. He casually props his free hand on his hip while leaning his weight against your wrists with the other as he continues.

“Naruto is a high energy kid who needs a high energy sensei. His father’s former sensei is in the village, available to train him. Ask yourself, is that a coincidence?”

Your eyes narrow as you glare at him. His words were so convincing but you couldn’t shake the feeling he was full of it.

“Sasuke has no other options and happens to have the same chakra nature as me. A perfect student to pass my jutsu onto.” It takes every fiber of your being to resist the eye roll threatening to make an appearance at the mention of passing down his original jutsu. “It’s only logical that I give Naruto the honor of studying under one of the Legendary Sannin while I take on Sasuke”

He was damn good, you’d give him that. You knew he was full of shit but you almost believe him.

“Now what do you have to say to me?”

“Excuse me?”

He takes his hand off his hip to give your face a sharp slap.

“No, you do not need to ask to be excused. Try again.”

Your mouth falls open in disbelief. Your eyes scan down his body, starting with his covered face and dropping down to his shirtless chest. You take note of his war torn body carved to perfection with an alluring V-shape plummeting down into his baggy sweatpants currently pitched by his erection.

“Eyes up here, Sweetie.”

You look back up to his uncovered eye suddenly very aware of your nipples stiffening in your bra. You were so mad at yourself. You came to defend Naruto but found yourself pinned to the wall doubting your convictions as Kakashi closed the space between you. He gave you no other option than to feel his entire body against your own, pressing himself into your chest as his free hand roamed up and down your side.

Your breathing becomes shallow. All the free air between you is being used up by him when he reminds you what he’s waiting for.

“What do you have to say to me for coming to my house at night to yell at me?”

“I’m sorry?”

He slides his hand to your sore rear and grips it harshly, pulling your pelvis into his.

“Try that again.”

Brimming with shame you whisper in his ear, “I’m sorry”

“Good, but perhaps I should ensure this lesson really sticks so we don’t have a repeat of tonight, hmm?”

Your eyes grow wide as you search his face for answers but with a stoic expression he begins to unbutton your pants and tug them to the floor.

“Hey! What are you do-”

Your protests are cut off by Kakashi quickly removing his mask to kiss you. He presses his lips into yours, silencing your voice. It was surprisingly welcome. Tender but passionate with the taste of his orange mouthwash freshly on his breath. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into it.

Once he had the cooperation of your lips he resumed removing your pants. Stripping you down to your thong. He began to rub over the fabric, circling around your clit making your breath catch in your throat.

“It seems like you’re struggling to stay mad at me. Isn’t that right Sweetie?” He stops rubbing to give your sex some firm pats over the cloth.

“Your underwear is soaked. Is that cause of me?”

Arrogant asshole. You were embarrassed and ashamed. You looked down so as not to acknowledge his statement but he gave a more forceful slap between your legs causing you to sharply inhale. He hums into your ear, enjoying how he is toying with you.

He slips your thong to the side exposing your bare folds and you can’t help but return your eyes to his face. He slips one of his long fingers in causing an involuntary whine to slip past your lips. The corner of his mouth turns up at the sound. He strokes in and out of you a few times before adding in a second finger. “Ah”

The sound was quiet and small but it ignited him in a primal way. He leans his forehead against yours as he continues to taunt.

“Naruto’s mouthy older sister. Always sticking her pretty nose where it doesn’t belong. I was wondering how long before I saw you at my door. Heck, I was practically counting the days.” He gives you a long drawn out kiss as his fingers continue to stroke in and out of you. “Been hoping to get a taste of what Iruka had ever since the kid was assigned to my team.”

You were so mad at him for bringing up your ex, but the way he was working your walls was enough for you to hold your silence. You didn’t want him to stop. You needed him to keep going, even as your trapped arms began to lose circulation and fall asleep above your head.

A third digit slides in leaving you gasping and breathless.

“You like that, don’t you Sweetheart?”

You’re biting your lip and closing your eyes, resisting the urge to scream ‘yes.’

“You don’t need to say anything, just let the cream running down my knuckles do the talking for you.”

You hated giving him the smug satisfaction but you squeeze around his fingers helplessly. Then he finds just the right spot and begins to hook his digits as he drags them outward. A long moan spills from your lips

“Oooh, gods Kakashi, yes!”

He hungrily kisses you, attempting to claim you as his own. The scent of his soap lingering on his freshly washed skin fills your nostrils as you inhale between kisses. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth, the muscle dancing with your own. A need to devour you communicated by his greedy lips.

He withdraws his fingers from your cavern and feeds them to you. You suck on them while making eye contact with him before he takes them out and finishes licking them clean in his own mouth, sucking one digit at a time.

When he was done he released your wrists and brought both of your arms to wrap around his neck, holding your gaze while he did.

The familiar tingle of circulation restoring itself spreads through your limbs as you tighten your grip around him. His hands run the course of your back. Wandering, touching, feeling, groping, before settling with one around the small of your back and the other in your hair. You lunge back into a kiss, nibbling and biting his lips, consumed with want. He pulls back briefly to pant, “bedroom.” You get the message and the two of you kiss sloppily as you stagger over. Once through the door you each shed your remaining layers before you fall to your knees.

Immediately you grasp his length, wrapping your fingers around its base while your other hand reaches up to claw at his back. You stroke him a few times before you point your tongue and drag it all the way from his base to his tip. You feel the rush of his blood pulse through his shaft as your grip tightens before you seal your lips around him. Up and down your hand tugged, keeping the pressure firm while your tongue worked along his slit, siphoning out his oozing pre cum. His hips shifted forward slightly and you knew he was yearning for you to swallow him whole.

You released his head with a wet pop before licking one more stripe up from his base.

You look up at him through your lashes and part your lips, breathing on his tip before opening up and swallowing till he hit the back of your mouth.

“I know you can do better than that” he taunts

You grip his hips, bracing yourself as you reangle and relax your throat, allowing him to sink past your vocal cords. Your nose brushes against his silver body hair as you push forward.

“Mmmm much better.”

He sinks his fingers into your hair, guiding you up and down along his length, the lip of his mushroom tip catching in your throat with each pass.

“Feels so damn good. This is where you belong. On your knees before me. Fuck”

He draws a breath through his teeth feeling a tingle run over his entire body. The lewd sounds coming from your mouth fill the air as he begins to rock his hips into you. He closes his eyes and groans, letting you service him, excited by the powerful feeling of having you choke on his cock.

Saliva dribbles out of the corners of your mouth and down on your barren chest. Your tongue glides along the underside of his length. When he bottoms out in your throat you stick it out further, trying to lick some of the skin below his endowment, making him shudder.

“Grab them.” he whispers.

You reach down and tactfully massage his balls in your hand. One arm still gripping around his hip and your nose flush with his abdominals, Kakashi was twitching harshly in your mouth. He was on the brink of cumming.

“Fuck Y/N! I didn’t wait all this time just for a blow job. Get on the bed.”

Slowly you withdrew your lips from his manhood and crawled up onto the bed. As much as Kakashi wanted to rail into you from behind, he wanted to see your face when he entered you for the first time. Cause it definitely wouldn’t be his last.

“On your back, Sweetheart. I wanna see your face.”

You nod and lay down with your knees propped up and legs spread. He settles between your thighs and slaps you clit with his slobber-soaked dick, allowing you to flinch from the strike. Your eyes are fixated on his thick girth as he lines himself up with your slit. You watch him begin to sink in when he demands, “eyes up here.”

Your gaze snaps up to meet his as your mouth drops into an O shape, brows furrow together and a shameful breathy moan slips from your open mouth. A stifled grunt from Kakashi lingering with it.

Your face was everything he hoped it would be. You paint the picture of pleasure while your pliable silken walls fold around him perfectly. He couldn’t help how his toes curled from the simple act of entering you. A mutual understanding that this would be the first of several rounds was silently communicated by nothing more than your response to his intrusion.

He slides back and forth, lubricating his length as he slowly acquaints himself with every part of your interior. Your core knots up each time he fully sheaths himself in your cavern, arms clutching him, forcing him down to your lips.

“Fuck Kakashi”

“Yes?” He bottoms out again pushing your groan past your tongue. “Did you have something to say?”

“Just fuuuuuckk.”

“Apologize for jumping to conclusions and maybe I can treat you this good everytime we see each other.”

“Are you fuckin serious right now?” You pant, sexual pleasure stealing all bite from your words. You are little more than a pile of flesh at the present moment unable to argue with Kakashi’s ego.

He leans closer to whisper in your ear, “dead serious” before leaning back up and establishing his pace. You know his mind is almost as clouded as yours from the way your bodies mold together. His usual calm and domineering demeanor faltered each time you squeezed around him. The pleasure creasing his features as he pushes into you, maintaining his tempo.

He shifts all his bodyweight over to one arm as he uses the other to grab your face, pulling you into him for another heated kiss. His lips working against yours, sucking off the last remnants of your chapstick. Normally he didn’t kiss his hook ups so much but something about you made him hungry. Maybe it was how mouthy you are. He needed to give your lips something better to do than shout your ignorant opinions. If that’s the case he’d kiss you for hours if he had to. Never able to get enough of the taste.

You thread your fingers through his soft hair. It was nearly dry and smelled heavenly from his conditioner. You push your chest up into his, allowing your tits to rock against his pecs with each thrust into your soaking wet folds. Little sighs and groans filling the space between you. He couldn’t help but think that you were the cutest fuck he’d had in awhile. Maybe he needed to piss you off more often since it got him here, between your legs, panting and moaning for him the way that you are. His eyes roll backwards as your fingers toy with the silver strands.

“Shit Y/N, on your knees.”

You comply with one last hungry pull at his lips, shifting to all fours. Kakashi grabs two fist fulls of your ass as he plunges in, hitting so deep you can’t breathe. The wind has been knocked out of you. It’s all you can do to catch it again. He lets his excitement get the better of him and launches into you with brain rattling speed.

He hit so deep he found a sweet spot that has been long neglected. One you can’t reach on your own. When he felt how you constricted around him he focused on it. Pummeling into that same spot, making you drop your face to the sheets. You cry out from the pressure and he knows you’re on the brink of orgasm from how white your knuckles are as they grip the sheets for support.

He smiled at the bruise he created in the kitchen while watching how your ass rippled violently from his hips colliding into it. His shinobi training allowing him to get carried away. Speed far exceeding any normal man. Your poor little cunt is no match for his unrelenting strength and stamina.

You start to scream from the stimulation. Kakashi fists your hair and yanks it back so he can hear your screams properly. Your cries are by far the sexiest sound he’s ever heard and he needs to make you louder. He needs to hear the power his cock has over you. Your current predicament, boosting his ego far more than it should ever be boosted. One arm tugging back on your hair, the other secure around your waist, he arched your back impossibly far, his tip displacing your cervix, you both speed to the precipice of orgasm. The squelching that omits from where your bodies connect, mingles with your moans and screams. Kakashi doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful melody.

All of Naruto’s more tedious qualities are completely justified in this moment. They are worth his patience if he can ravage you like this everytime Naruto throws a tantrum.

“That’s it. You can take it Sweetie Just a little more.”

His praise only continues to lead to your undoing. One hand clutching the arm wrapped around your waist while the other grabs around the wrist of the hand in your hair. Words aren’t even an option in this position. All you can do is empty the air in your lungs with whatever noise comes out. You are millimeters away from falling over the edge. Each thrust scooting you there. He’s almost there too. He’s losing his rhythm. His strokes are getting sloppy but it doesn’t do anything to dampen the intensity of the moment.

You cry out as the orgasm finally hits. You start to tremble and quake. Kakashi lifts you all the way back so you are flush against his chest as he empties himself inside of you. Deep groans fill your ears as your walls flutter closed around him, sucking out every last drop. You feel a rush of relief flood your core as his strokes slow to a complete stop.

The two of you kneel on the bed, you weak in his arms, as both of you catch your breath. You feel him grow soft inside your walls while a mix of both your cum slips out of you and slides down your inner thighs. Kakashi holds you tight, not letting go. He begins to kiss the curve of your neck making you close your eyes and moan some more.

“Thank you, Sensei” you breathe

“Mmmmm, you up for another round?”

“Already?”

You feel his length hardening again between your legs. He responds to your question by twitching his cock so that it tapped against your labia.

“Do I seem ready to you?”

You obediently lower back to all fours again, letting him slip past your lips a second time. He strokes in and out of you lazily as he says, “Brace yourself, Sweetie, it looks like we’ll be training all night.”

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_Art Book of Naruto Uzumaki_ Part-5

もう単純に普段と違う絵が描けたのが楽しかった。こそれはもうほとんど、ナルトとサスケを描いた、というよりカエルとタカを描いて喜んでました。

This one was fun simply because I got to draw in a different style. It was great to depict Naruto and Sasuke, or I should say, toad and hawk.

ナルトとサスケが対立していく本編の図式を、一枚の絵で表現したかったんです。共にお互いのことを良く分かっているので、刃を交わしながらも険しさは見せず、表情はむしろ冷静なくらい。ここでわざとらしく表情を露にしてしまったら、冷めてしまうと思うんです。感情を出さない、その静けさが逆に恐いかと。背景にも対立・対比を表現するために、"空と海”という2つのモチーフを入れ込みました。決して交わることのない緑と赤、空と海ですね。

I wanted to express the concept of the main storyline, where Naruto and Sasuke come into conflict, in a single image. Since they know each other so well, they aren't showing hostility even as they cross knives. They look rather calm. I thought that if I gave them obviously antagonistic expressions, it would come off as too deliberate. By hiding their feelings, I hoped the calm atmosphere would seem chilling. I put the two motifs of sky and sea in the background in order to express a sense of the characters' conflict and contrast. The green and red, and the sky and sea, represent things that never mix.

対称をイメージした構図で、ナルトがサスケの背中の上をぐるんと回っています。ふたりとも手足が同じ様なポーズになるようにして、背景に物を印で配置することで全体のバランスをとってます。さらにナルトの巻物が◯印になっていて ...そう、実は◯と×にもなっているんです(笑)。とにかく��称ということで、バランスをすごく意識して描きました。今見るとアニメの影響からか、絵柄が少し変わり始めてるんじゃないかな? 結構お気に入りの一枚です。

I wanted a sense of symmetry in this picture with Naruto rolling over Sasuke's back. I positioned these two with their arms and legs in similar stances, then I balanced the overall composition by putting two crossing scrolls in the background. Also, the scroll Naruto is holding forms a circle...yep, it's an X and an O (laugh). Basically, it was symmetry that kept me focused on the overall balance in this one. Looking at this picture now, it appears that my drawing style has changed a bit since then. Maybe I've been influenced by the anime? This is one I like a lot.

これは好きな絵ですね｡この構図も、左右対称を意識して描きました。鎖と紐... あと腕も対称なんです。こじんまりした絵になっちゃいそうだったので、マントで風を表現して動きを出しました。ナルトとサスケのからみ合っている手足がうまくいったかな、と。

This is one of my favorites. I focused on making a symmetrical composition here too. The symmetrical elements include the chain and the cord, and Naruto and Sasuke's arms. To keep the picture from looking cramped and static, I added the cloaks blowing in the wind. I think Naruto's and Sasuke's tangled limbs turned out nicely.

ジャンプの表紙に載った絵ですね。戦隊モノっぽいものを描いてくれって言われて。戦隊モノって見栄切るじゃないですか。決めポーズですね。で、サスケがキャラ的にそんなポーズをとるものか? と悩んだわけです。でもナルトはノリノリで、サクラも楽しそうにポーズをとっている。じゃあサスケは恥ずかしそうに･･･みたいな感じならOKかな、と。

This was on the front cover of Jump. I got a request to draw something like a superhero team for kids. Those heroes really strike great poses, don't they? This is Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura in hero poses. I wondered if Sasuke's personality would allow him to pose like that. But I knew Naruto would be willing to pose for sure, and so would Sakura, so I thought it'd be okay for Sasuke to strike a pose, if somewhat bashfully.

#masashi kishimoto #naruto #art book #Weekly Shonen Jump 2000 #Weekly Shonen Jump 2011 #sns #narusasu #sasunaru #my stuff

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percervall · 5 months

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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt5}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: talk of pregnancy, mentions of a past relationship, Mark being a dick Word count: 2.5k Taglist: @ashy-kit @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife-simpaccount @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @szobosz @vellicora

Part 5 of the Mamma Mia series

Despite the fact that you had just had the summer break, not having a race weekend after Monza comes as a welcome breather. It allows you to catch up on tasks you had been neglecting. You finally managed to clean your flat and had just finished the last load of laundry that morning. It also allowed you time to finally schedule an appointment with a clinic to get a scan done. It had felt surreal, getting the black and white confirmation of the pregnancy. You’re still not sure if having a baby is the smartest move right now, but the relief you felt when you saw that the pregnancy was where it’s supposed to be and the heartbeat left you feeling even more confused about the whole situation. Trying your hardest to push all of that to the side, you change into your workout clothes and roll out your yoga mat. At this point you just need 15 minutes of not thinking about anything and you had found yoga to be a great help. As you centre yourself, focussing on your body and breathing through the poses, you begin to feel calmer. Taking another deep breath, you move into the next pose. The calm energy is rudely interrupted by your phone ringing. For a second you consider just letting it go to voicemail but the sound of the phone buzzing on the table is too much of a distraction to ignore. Huffing in annoyance, you get up from the floor.

“Hello?”

“Hello to you too, sweetheart. Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes, my workout,” you retort, rolling your eyes at Mark’s tone.

“Mm, if you need a hand let me know,” he says and you can just picture the look on his face. Smug son of a bitch.

“For fuck’s sake..” you mutter, “Get to the point or I’m hanging up.”

“Oh sweetheart, I’m only teasing.”

“Mark, I’m not doing this. Again, get to the point or I will hang up,” you reply.

“RIght, yes. I’m in your neck of the woods this week for some meetings and I was wondering whether you’d like to come over for dinner on Thursday? I know typically you’d take a girl out on a date, but I think there’s a few things that have gone left unsaid for far too long.”

“I-.. I’d like that very much, Mark.” Despite his constant flirting, you’re grateful that he offers the both of you an opportunity to talk.

“I can pick you up if you want or you can drive so you have an out if you need it. I don’t-.. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You can hear the sincerity in his voice and it breaks your heart a little bit that this is what is left of the relationship you once had with him.

“Thanks Mark, I don’t mind driving. Not because of the reasons you named, but I don’t want to inconvenience you by having to drive this way twice. Just text me the address and a time and I’ll be there.” Your phone buzzes against your face, indicating you have received a new message.

“You should have it now. Okay, I’ll let you get back to your workout.” You both say your goodbyes before hanging up. You put the phone down on the table and stare out of the windows in your living room, lost in memories.

Mark and you met in 2012, while he still drove in Formula 1. You had just graduated university with a degree in Mathematics and Engineering, and your thesis had somehow made its way to the desk of Christian Horner. And so, there you were: 23 years old and bright eyed, using the tool you had developed for your thesis to analyse simulator data and translating that into adjustments needed to the set up of the car to extract its maximum potential. While you mainly worked on Sebastian’s side of the garage, you often bumped into Mark during race weekends, always ready with a comment that should’ve gotten him written up. Mark was everything you needed in a man at that point in your life and it felt so good to feel wanted, to feel desired. And then 2013 happened.

You have to physically shake your head to stop going down that rabbit hole, only now noticing how hard you’re gripping the back of a chair. Exhaling deeply, you let go, flexing your fingers to get rid of the tension. Despite knowing you need to have this conversation before either of you can even think about second chances, you’re not looking forward to reliving how it all fell apart.

Thursday approaches a lot faster than you had anticipated, work keeping you busy even if there wasn’t a race. Having already showered, you’re now standing in front of your wardrobe trying to decide on what to wear. The old you would have gone for something frilly and short. Mark loved seeing you in these tiny summer dresses, and you loved how his hand felt on your bare thigh, allowing him to easily slide up under your dress while you were out for team dinners and tease you mercilessly. Chewing your bottom lip, you peruse your options. Despite it being September, it’s still a balmy 22 ℃ although it will probably cool off during the course of the evening. Feeling the need to reclaim a part of you that Mark stole from you, you decide to go for a dress. Even if you no longer wear those short, cutesy dresses, you still love how dresses make you feel. There’s a femininity that you sometimes feel out of sync with because of your job. It feels empowering, dressing up in a world built for men. Your eyes fall on a recent purchase –a flowy midi length dress in a gorgeous burnt orange. Slipping it on, you brush your fingers over the soft linen fabric, admiring the way the gold buttons catch the sunlight. It’s casual enough for tonight, but it gives you that little boost of confidence that you know you will need to make it through Mark’s relentless flirting. Closing the door of your wardrobe, you slip on a pair of sandals and grab your purse before heading out.

It turns out that Mark lives a lot closer to you than you had expected when you first looked at the address he sent you. You park the car on the paved driveway in front of the detached house in the outskirts of Oxford, taking in its grandeur. You remember Mark telling you about how his family would come over for the holidays sometimes and so the extra bedrooms make sense. As you slam your door shut, you spot Mark in the door opening.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greets you and you let him pull you into a hug.

“Hey,” you reply softly, following him inside. Mark leads you to a large open kitchen-dining space before offering you something to drink.

“Wasn’t sure whether you’d want to eat outside or not,” Mark says as he hands you a glass.

“Might as well make the most of this warm weather,” you reply with a smile. Mark returns your smile and takes you outside through the large French doors in the kitchen.

“Dinner’s almost ready. Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll join you in a moment.”

You do as he asks, taking in the landscaping from your spot on the patio. It doesn’t take long for Mark to start bringing out the dishes, refusing your help.

“I might’ve gone a little overboard,” he admits sheepishly as he brings out the final dish. The grilled asparagus should’ve been a giveaway, but you can’t help but feel touched when Mark places a lamb roast on the table.

“I can’t believe you remembered,” you say, throat closing with tears.

“How could I forget? It’s not every day you find a pretty girl crying quietly in the corner of the garage after a race –which we won by the way– because she missed her nan’s Sunday roast. She always made lamb, right?” Mark says. You nod and try to swallow back tears.

“Thanks Mark, this-.. This means a lot to me,” you whisper. Mark smiles softly and gives your hand a squeeze.

During dinner, the conversation mainly revolves around catching up. Mark tells you all about managing McLaren’s rookie driver and how he’s finding it to work at Channel 4 with David. You update him on your appointment, showing the little sonogram picture.

“So everything’s okay with the baby?” he asks, an anxious look in his eyes.

“Uhu, so far so good. They estimated that I’m about 7 weeks along now.” Mark looks back down at the picture on your phone, a large finger tracing it gently as he smiles. Seeing him so enamoured by the tiny blob on the sonogram brings up a mix of emotions for you; it warms your heart to see him like this, but it also terrifies you that those feelings for him never went away and how easy it is to fall back in step with him.

“You’d look so hot in those maternity dresses,” Mark comments, his tone flirtatious, “You always look hot in a dress. I still dream about that pink one with the hearts you wore to dinner after Silverstone. You looked so innocent in that dress, but we both knew you were anything but.”

And then he goes and says shit like that, and it all comes tumbling down like a house of cards.

“I no longer dress for you, Mark. You lost that privilege a long time ago,” you retort, voice even but there’s an edge to it. You remember the dress he is talking about, remember what he is referring to. Before your food even arrived at the table, Mark had dragged you into the bathroom. He had made some comment about how pretty you looked but how you’d look even prettier on your knees with your mouth wrapped around his cock, and so that’s what you did. That was how your relationship worked: Mark would make a suggestive comment and you would obey without a second thought. Of course he always made sure he took care of you; he was the one who helped you discover you could experience multiple orgasms, would always clean you up afterwards and run you a bath. But despite all this, he always took what he wanted from you first. You wish you could have protected your younger self against the heartbreak that was headed your way, against the feeling of being lost at sea after Mark left you alone in that hotel room with nothing more than the remnants of his fingerprints on your skin. After the dust had settled, you had promised yourself never again; you would never allow yourself to be in that position again.

“I’m sorry,” Mark says, breaking you from your spiralling thoughts, “for- I’m sorry for how it all went down, how I treated you. You deserved so much better than that,” he adds, referring to the note he left you after that final race in Brazil.

“Why did you leave me?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I couldn’t drag you into my mess. You had your entire career still ahead of you while I needed to get out. That last season was a shitshow, despite the fact that Seb won the Driver’s and RedBull the Constructor’s. I was sick and tired of how the team favoured Seb. I had nothing left to give..”

“You shut me out, I thought we were in it together.. Or was I just a means to get back at Sebastian?” It’s impossible to not sound bitter, hurt evident in your tone.

“No, Jesus, no sweetheart. You know it started out as a way to annoy him, but my feelings for you were genuine; I loved you, and in many ways still do.” Regret is written all over his face when your eyes meet his. You know your relationship back then was complicated. Of course there was the age gap –Mark is a good 13 years older than you– which somehow trickled into the bedroom where he showed you things that made your previous boyfriends look like clueless little boys by comparison. And as every naive 20-something-year-old with daddy issues would have done, you fell head over heels in love with him, giving him your heart and your body.

“You broke a piece of me that day that I might not ever get back,” you whisper.

“And I will spend the rest of my life regretting the way I handled things. You’re right, I should’ve been open and honest with you instead of walking out on us,” Mark says, taking your hand in his.

“I’ve spent ten years avoiding you. The ghost of you haunted me in that garage and so when Mercedes called, I took it with both hands. I was a mess those first years, somehow still hoping you’d come back for me. And then it became painfully clear you weren’t and I mourned the loss of you all over again. I hated you for what you did to me, hated myself even more for ever allowing you to get close enough to hurt me, for still being in love with you despite it all. The last ten years I’ve spent building up walls so I wouldn’t have to feel like that version of me again, and look where that’s gotten me.” You laugh humorlessly, biting your lip to stop the tears from falling. “I have become the very definition of a cliche, entangled in a love square and too scared to let any of them in.”

Before you really know what’s happening, Mark pulls you out of your seat and into his lap. Your legs dangle over the arm of the chair and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“I need you to listen carefully, okay sweetheart? If anyone deserves to take the blame for what happened, it’s me. And if you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how worthy of love you are. I know all three of us will. You might have a hard time letting us in right now, but baby you need to know that we’re all in if you are. You are worth waiting for.” You take a deep breath, inhaling his cologne. The scent of it helps to calm you down, it reminding you of the lazy mornings spent in bed cuddling.

“You’re the second person to tell me that,” you mumble as you look up at him. Mark smiles, brushing away your tears with his thumb and cradles your cheek in his palm.

“Then it must be true.”

You smile back at him, albeit timidly and snuggle into him once more. Alice’s words from a week prior echo in your head. “Keeping your heart shut like this, it’s safe but also lonely.” You’re beginning to wonder whether the cost has been far greater than the benefits of keeping romance at bay. Doing so hurt a good man; had you been able to allow Kevin in completely, you know he would have made you feel safe and loved. You also know Kevin deserves better –hell, you deserve better, but knowing and doing are two very different things, and right now you’re not sure if you’ll ever be ready for this level of love –from any of them.

Welp, there you have it. Date no.2 🙊

Again, a massive thank you to @curiousthyme and @szobosz for being my beta readers for this chapter, and a shoutout to @monzamash for helping me with figuring out the details for this date

Please feel free to let let me know what you think; your comments, tags and likes mean the absolute world to me 💜

I'm gonna take the holidays off from posting this fic to just relax (and maybe get some more writing done, who knows?), so the last date will be posted in the new year on the 6th. Wishing you all a merry Christmas and all the best for the new year!

#f1 fanfic #kevin magnussen x reader #kevin magnussen x you #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #mark webber x reader #mark webber x you #mamma mia fic

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thcfountain · 2 months

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anonymous asked: "okay but Matt with a insecure/shy reader and he makes them feel better?"

Tags: Matt x Reader. She/her pronouns. Talks a lot about eurocentric beauty standards and how women, at least in America, are all expected to be thin and white. Fluff. Word count: 1,207.

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Growing up, it felt like you had always been bombarded with unattainable standards set by the beauty and fashion industries - women who were photoshopped to be thinner, taller, to have lighter skin. Everywhere you turned, magazines and commercials advertised diet plans and pills, pushing unhealthy weight loss tactics, all aimed at their feminine audience. Suffice it to say, you (and a great deal of many others not only nationwide, but worldwide) felt shamed to be in your own skin.

The girls in magazines and on tv or who walked runways rarely seemed to look like you. Diversity felt all too rare, making you worry constantly about being pretty enough. Of course you understood that this was a foolish concept because realistically, you knew that the beauty standards being shoved down your throat were unrealistic - almost always created with photoshop because no one was ever that perfect. It was still hard sometimes, not to compare yourself and worry that you weren't good enough.

What also didn't help was stumbling across your boyfriend's old curiouscat and spending an afternoon scrolling through post after post, reading about how he claimed to be attracted to ‘baddies’ and girls who fit more into the category of the models you sometimes saw on Instagram, who always had perfect makeup and perfect bodies. You knew it shouldn't, but it made you feel insecure.

Without really meaning to, you found yourself striving harder to fit into that Instagram model, bad girl look - the one that was achieved via editing and filters the majority of the time. You started spending time nitpicking your looks in the mirror, trying different ways to attempt to look more and more like the girls in magazines or one instagram.

Matt took notice.

“Y/N is kinda acting weird lately,” he brought up one afternoon while hanging out with Noah. He hadn't quite figured out what was going on with you yet. “I'm not sure how to explain it.”

Noah mutes the tv, quieting an episode of Naruto that he had seen a dozen times already and could quote by heart. “Okay? Try to explain anyway.”

Matt finished his Celsius and shrugged before diving into how he had noticed you staring in the mirror more, the additional makeup and skin care products that had been purchased, and the overall sudden unease you seemed to have in your own skin. “Also she gets weird when I try to initiate sex. Starting to wonder if this is her way of saying I'm bad at it,” he was joking, at least a little.

He was met with silence for a moment as Noah just stared at him, the expression on his face calling Matt a hundred different names for stupid. It was times like this when Matt hated how expressive Noah could be.

“Dude,” Noah started, shaking his head like he couldn't fathom how Matt didn't figure it out. “She's worried about her body. You know how girls are with all that diet and fashion stuff,” he added. Of course Noah was also into that stuff, but through therapy and because of necessity, he had learned how to tackle it from a health perspective rather than a body insecurity one.

Hearing Noah's response made Matt want to smack himself upside the head. How could he not notice that you were dealing with body image insecurities? Truthfully, he didn't know anyone who didn't deal with them. Even he had his things that he was insecure about and so did each of his friends. Though he supposed it was a little different, given they weren't the target audience of 90% of those miracle weight loss commercials that aired on tv every once in a while.

“I'm an idiot,” he confessed to Noah, who only nodded in agreement.

Coming home, Matt found you in your underwear, staring into the floor length mirror in your bedroom. It was clear to him now, that you were checking yourself over, probably picking at things the media had convinced you to hate about yourself and that made him sad and a little bit angry. Angry that there was anything in this world that could make you see yourself as anything less than a goddess and sad that he hadn't figured out what was going on sooner.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says and his words startle you, causing you to jump a little. You hadn't noticed he had been standing there until he spoke. “You are the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen,” he continued, not giving you a chance to argue as he crossed the room, wrapping his arms around you from behind so you could look into the mirror together.

“I could stand to-” you start, ready to list off things you thought you should change but he cut you off.

“No,” he says curtly before kissing the skin on your shoulder. “You are perfect,” he kisses the crook of your neck and you melt a little into his arms. “There isn't a single thing about you that isn't perfect or that I don't love.” He kisses the side of your neck softly.

“I'm not a baddie,” you whisper, feeling a little goofy to say it outloud.

“Baby, you're the baddest fucking bitch in the world. I just want you to love yourself as much as I love you.” You turned in his arms and rested your head on his shoulder. “If you want to keep up with fashion trends then do it because you enjoy it. I know I can't change your mind overnight but I'm going to remind you how beautiful you are until you believe it.”

“You're so cheesy,” you mumble, heart swelling happily under his words and he laughs before kissing the top of your head. “I love you.”

It takes time to learn to love yourself and all of your imperfections. It takes time to learn that humans aren't meant to be picture perfect - that they're supposed to come in all shapes and sizes and shades and that the fashion and beauty industries were judgemental of all women and racist and eurocentric to a terrifying degree.

But Matt kept his word, constantly reminding you of how beautiful you were. Listing off all the things that he loved about you and making you tell him things you loved about yourself too.

Matt saw you as you were. He was not love blind, he was not lying. He saw you exactly as you were. Every flaw, every imperfection, and he thought that you were the literal definition of beauty.

“Who's that beautiful girl?” Matt's horrid singing voice made you groan but you also smiled in embarrassment as he sang his own version of the Nanalan song to you. “Could she be any cuteeerrr?”

“I regret showing you that Tiktok,” you laughed and Boo barked in response. “Even Boo thinks you're being a nut!”

“Who's that beautiful girl?” his terrible singing gets louder as he gets closer, arms opening and you squeal as he tackles you onto the couch, covering your face in kisses. “I'm gonna keep singing it until you tell me who's the most beautiful girl,” he threatens between kisses.

You laugh at his dorkiness. “It's me!” You proclaim.

“Damn right its you.”

#matt dierkes fanfic #matt dierkes x reader #matt dierkes

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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Best Big Brother

Iruka Umino x NarutoMotherFigure!Reader

Synopsis: Naruto was returning to the village after two years of training, and you were nervous about how he would feel about the new addition. But you realized how silly you were once Naruto laid eyes on his baby brother.

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“I don't know, Iruka… I’m just nervous, is all,” you muttered sheepishly to your husband for what felt like the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. You bounced on your toes at the village gate, waiting anxiously for Naruto to return from training. He’s been gone for two years, and you were only five months pregnant before he left. He loved it and was happy that you were excited. But you couldn't help but feel fear that his genuine emotions would show.

That he would hate the new addition.

“There's no need to be worried; he knew you were pregnant before he left-”

“Yes… But what if he hates him? What if he despises the fact that I had another kid?” You knew you sounded silly. You knew it because of the sigh Iruka let out. You huffed out before looking at Yuto on your hip. Being 31 made you praise the gods above that he was so easygoing, but that didn't mean he didn't have his fussy moments. “Yuto, your hat is crooked,” you whispered as you readjusted the floppy sunhat on his head. He squirmed against your hip, little hands flying to fight you off. For being almost two, he was already a firecracker. “No!”

Your eyebrows shot up at the new word, you dreaded these moments with Naruto when he was younger, and now you had to go through it again. Thankfully, you weren't alone, and it paid off to have a husband four years younger than you. Iruka piped in behind you, scolding Yuto for saying the word when you were just trying to help him. You shot a side-eyed look at Iruka, lip curling into a smirk at his ‘fatherly’ instincts kicking in. His cheeks reddened at your smile before he cleared his throat.

“That fatherly instinct comes out pretty easily for you… Sure you don't have any other kids lying around?” your teasing caused him to straighten up, an outsider would have thought you offended him, but he knew what you were referring to. “I’ve had enough practice with your other kid.”

Your head flew back in laughter, joy flooding your system as you remembered the pranks that Naruto pulled as a kid. God, did you love that kid. Your laughter became a giggle, and the fear replaced the joy again. Iruka knew you were worried and had a reason to be. But Yuto was just like Naruto. If Naruto didn't like him, he was being foolish. He stepped closer to you, arm wrapping behind you so he could pull you and Yuto closer to him.

“I think Naruto will love him. Do you not see parallels between the two?”

You bit your lip and nodded, unable to argue against that statement. Yuto, while not looking like him, was a carbon copy of how Naruto was at his age. It was something that you both adored and feared. You barely kept Naruto alive during those years, so how in the world were you going to do the same for Yuto?

“Mama”

You snapped out of your thoughts as your son reached up to touch your face, eyes wide in curiosity as you showed a side he's never seen before. A smile quickly rose to your lips as you hid your fear. You opened your mouth to answer, but Iruka interjected, “Here, why don't I take him for a bit? Let you calm down.”

Your e/c eyes widened at that. How did he always know what you needed without asking? It was a miracle to have married someone as perceptive as he was. You didn't argue as he took the child from your embrace, but you didn't miss the sadness that washed through your veins. Iruka kissed your temple as he adjusted Yuto on his hip, “It's going to be okay, honey.”

“Part of me is sad that the mother I am today wasn’t the mother he needed years ago.”

Iruka’s face scrunched up in confusion, head shaking furiously as he tried to find the source of this newfound self-hatred. “Where is this coming from? You were a wonderful mother to Naruto.”

You didn't dare look at him, instead turning your gaze back to the horizon. But you felt the tension build as he stared at you intently. “Hey-”

Your gaze shot back to his, eyes brimming with tears as he brought down your walls again. “I don't know, Iruka; I guess I just feel like I failed as a mother with him, and I’m doing much better now with Yuto-”

“Y/n-”

“And I’m worried that Naruto will be upset seeing how different I am as a mother. I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if maybe someone else could have raised him better.”

“Y/n.”

Iruka’s voice was low, tone warning as he stepped closer to you. He didn't know where this negative thinking originated but he wouldn't allow it to persist for another second. “You were fourteen… Do you know what I was doing at fourteen?”

“Probably having a giant crush on me?”

“Y/n”

“Sorry”

Silence fell between you as you looked at your feet. Maybe he would just let it go. Let you continue wallowing in self-pity, but that's not who Iruka was, which is why you married him. “You did the best you could with the resources you had. So stop putting yourself down for being different… Now… Unless you want Naruto to question why you’re sad to see him….”

A gasp fell from your lips as you excitedly looked up, “Naruto!!” Your scream reached the blonde, your voice causing him to perk up. “MOM!!!!” His voice boomed across the open field as he broke out into a sprint. He reached you within seconds, body crashing into yours. Iruka smiled brightly at the embrace, tears of joy streaming down your face as you held him close. Iruka felt Yuto cling to him as he watched the scene before him. He wasn't sure who this newcomer was, and it confused his little toddler brain.

Your husband cleared his throat, feeling like it was time for Yuto to meet Naruto for the first time. Naruto pulled away from your hug and let his eyes drift towards Iruka and the child perched on his hip. “Hey, buddy! It's so good to meet you finally,” Naruto stated sweetly as he raised his hands to try and take him from Iruka, but the toddler shied more into his father's neck. Naruto's smile faltered as he retracted his hands, “Sorry honey, just let him warm up. Ruka, can you put him down? Maybe he’ll play with him.”

Iruka nodded before moving Yuto to the ground below. He fussed for a bit, whimpers of “Daddy” and “No” falling from his lips as he reached back up for his father. Before he got too fussy, you sat beside him and motioned for Naruto to sit. Yuto immediately crawled into your lap, curling into your embrace. “Yuto,” you cooed as you positioned him in a way so he was still clinging onto you but forced to face his brother in front of him.

“Yuto, this is your big brother Naruto.”

You knew he didn't quite understand what you were saying at this age, but seeing how relaxed you were around the stranger allowed him to calm down. Seeing this as your sign to continue, you leaned over to grab the diaper bag, opening it to bring out a couple of Yuto’s toys. Setting the toys on the ground between you and Naruto, Yuto’s eyes widened as he climbed off your lap to start playing with them. You looked at Naruto before nodding at the toys, encouraging him to start playing as well.

Iruka plopped down beside you three, head resting on his fist as he watched the two boys bond. Within minutes, Yuto had found his way into Naruto’s lap. The blonde laughed as Yuto moved the car along his arm, lips pursed as he let out a ‘vrooming’ sound. “He is so cute, Mom. I love him.”

Your heart soared at Naruto’s words. All your fears flying out the window as Naruto played with Yuto as if he was his own flesh and blood brother. The two didn't look alike, but Naruto could see that this little guy would be his little shadow. Naruto wrapped his arms around Yuto, pulling him into a hug. “I’m going to help you get into so much trouble-”

“Naruto!”

“I’m kidding!! I’m kidding….” The blonde stated in a laughing tone before he got serious, “I’m going to train you to be the best ninja in the world. You’ll be Hokage someday.”

“Let's start with him learning to speak and use a spoon,” you teased as you brought your hand to Yuto’s side, tickling him into a fit of laughter. Naruto gripped the giggling toddler before pulling him away from your fingers, protecting him from your advances.

Your eyebrow shot up as you looked at Iruka, who was just shaking his head at the display before him. He still couldn't believe that you thought Naruto wouldn't love Yuto when they were the same person. It's just that one was 1.5, and one was 15. A yawn sounded out, and Naruto melted as Yuto cuddled into him, eyes drooping as he fought back the nap coming on.

“Why don't we get him home for a nap…” Iruka stated softly as he stood up first. He reached down to grab the toddler, but Naruto shook his head. “I’ll carry him, Iruka sensei” Your lips curled into a beaming smile as you nodded at Iruka to let it happen. Iruka sighed before dropping his hands. “Okay, just be careful with him-”

“Ya ya, Iruka sensei, I won't drop my little brother,” Naruto huffed as he rose from the ground. He positioned Yuto on his side, letting him curl into him as he took off toward your home. Iruka shot you a look, almost as if saying, ‘I told you so’ without saying it out loud. You rolled your eyes before grabbing his hand.

“Ya ya, I know… I was being silly.”

#iruka umino imagines #iruka umino imagine #iruka umino x reader #iruka imagine #iruka imagines #iruka umino #iruka x reader #naruto imagine #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #naruto fanfiction #narutomotherfigure

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strawberryraviegutz · 2 months

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People will be like, “cringe culture is dead” “fuck cringe culture and don’t let anyone bully you for what you like ” and then proceed to make fun of/shit on the following

-Disney Adults(obviously we should be boycotting Disney rn but adults are allowed to like “childish” things along with stories about fairytales and magical wonder)

-Adults who enjoy any type of kids media(unless you’re sexualizing the child characters in the series or shipping the child characters with adults then yeah that’s gross. Also not all bronies/male mlp fans are gross creeps)

-Fangirls or fanboys of any kind

-Minors literally just existing(and yall wonder why kids wanna grow up so fast, because adults/older people are making fun of/complain about them for anything they do)

-Skinny Twink tumblr sexyman character designs and people who are attracted to them

-Skinny twink anime male character designs and people who are attracted to them(or any attractive male or female anime character designs tbh)

-Tumblr sexymen in general

-Anyone’s own headcanon human designs for non human characters you personally don’t find appealing(yes I mean people who make Twink/anime human designs for non human characters too. Although if you’re making a fat character skinny and or whitewashing a non white character then don’t do that)

-Creepypasta

-Anime lovers(yes including the ones who larp as anime characters, Naruto run, owning a death note notebook, ect.)

-Danganronpa(obviously there’s a lot of stuff in Danganronpa that’s not good but most people have this misconception that we are okay with the sexualizing of the minor characters or the Nazi skull thingy on Kokichi’s hat, racism, ect. Most of us don’t like that stuff AT ALL. We just wanna enjoy the story and different characters. People can like something while still criticizing it)

-People who discover music through TikTok

-Female gojo fans/any female who simps for any of the jjk men(I’m literally holding off on trying to catch up on jjk because I don’t wanna be made fun of for liking Toji..as for Sukuna, if you’re gonna simp for him, do it for who he was before he possessed Yuji because Sukuna is currently possessing a 15 year old)

-Character x listener audios(Especially the MHA ones)

-My hero Academia

-Twilight(yes there’s a lot of valid criticisms for the movie and book series but no one should be made fun of for liking them)

-People who enjoy spicy books/fanfiction

-VTubers/PNGtubers

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

-People who like cutecore and or cutegore(kawaiicore/kawaii kei and or gurokawaii)

-People who wear alternative fashion/alternative people in general(yes the “2020 alt kids” and bunny hat alt kids count too along with e-girls)

-People who are into jfashion/kawaii fashion(especially people who wear Lolita and jojifuku. Lolita fashion has nothing to do with the book or for “trying to impress men”nor is it a fetish thing it’s just about wearing poofy frilly dresses and looking cute. As for jojifuku, jojifuku is NOT AN INHERENTLY BAD FASHION IT WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE SEXUALIZED AT ALL CREEPS/PEDOS HAVE JUST TAINTED ITS REPUTATION ITS ALSO JUST ABOUT LOOKING CUTE. I’d also like to say that jfashion does count as alternative fashion too)

-People who dress “childish” in general

-Age regression(that’s not supposed to be sexualized either. Age regression is a coping mechanism not a fetish or kink.)

-Furries

-Beginner artists/animators/artists and animators that aren’t beginners but are still learning

-Animation memes

-People who selfship with fictional characters(including men. Men should be allowed to selfship too)

-“Marysue” ocs/characters

-self inserts

-Shoujo romance stories

-Miraculous Ladybug

-Genshin impact(same thing as I said with Danganronpa. You can like something while also criticizing it. As a black person who likes Genshin I hate mihoyo for their racism and colorism but I still enjoy the story and its characters. Also stop making fun of the short male characters’ body types. Y’all wanna preach about body positivity but then make fun of the body types of Xiao, Cyno, Tighnari even though there’s people WHO HAVE THOSE BODY TYPES IN REAL LIFE)

-Anything that seems too happy or too whimsical

-Fnaf

-Gamers

-Poppy Playtime

-People who simp for characters that you personally don’t consider attractive

-Cosplayers(yes even the ones who lipsync to music and do dances/poses)

-BL or GL(it is possible to enjoy these things without fetishizing gay people in the process)

-Anime art styles with big eyes(big eyes has always been a staple in most if not all anime art styles, but I’m more or so talking about the 2000’s anime art style along with Kamichama Karin)

-Yandere characters(most people find comfort in this trope because they wanna feel loved by someone. Most people who like yanderes don’t want an irl stalker)

-Undertale/Deltarune

-Skibidi toilet memes

-Sanrio/Hello Kitty girls

-Steven Universe

-The Amazing Digital Circus

-Marvel fans

-Sonic

-Cookie Run/Cookie Run Kingdom

-LPS and LPS YouTube videos

-People who enjoy kpop or jpop

-Wattpad fanfics/fanfiction in general

-“Wattpad Y/N”

-Y/N

- the concept of a “cringy Y/N”/Comparing characters to that type of Y/N archetype. Just because you don’t see yourself in most “typical Y/N” fics doesn’t mean other people don’t nor is there anything wrong with those types of Y/Ns

If you preach against cringe culture but turn back around and make fun of what I listed above then you’re not actually against cringe culture

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angstybabysblog · 1 year

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Kakashi x reader smut: Dry Spell

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It’s lonely at the top.

Or, so they say.

In Kakashi’s life, this was one of the only things he could continually count on. The death of his mother, his father, and all members of his team were tough burdens to bear. But this isn’t about that. This is about how Kakashi had read every Icha Icha book Jiraiya had put out (read was more like worn down until you could barely read the pages) and was now acutely aware of the longest dry spell of his life. Even a life riddled with disaster still had its moments- Kakashi wasn’t a virgin but his lack of companionship had gone on so long that he was beginning to believe it was growing back.

So Kakashi decided he wanted to do something about it, but lacked any real game. Asking one of his friends (especially Guy) seemed like a bad idea as they definitely would make fun of him. It bothered Kakashi that even though he was one of the top shinobi in the village, all his friends (especially Guy, girls really liked the bowl cut he guessed?) were infinitely more popular with women than he was.

Maybe it was the history in Anbu?

The fact he was Team 7’s leader?

The Sharingan?

Okay, definitely not the Sharingan, that used to work really well for him.

Well, up until Itachi Uchiha decided to slaughter his game by making it super unpopular.

Anyway, cut to Kakashi sitting inside a bar, listening to Guy talk about the girl he was seeing- a girl so undeniably out of his league that Kakashi wanted to go home and cry.

“Kakashi…Kakashi? Are you even listening? I am telling you this girl had the biggest ti-”

“Yes, Guy, I heard you the first time. Really incredible for you, truly. I’m sure she was really flowing with the power of youth…or…whatever.” Kakashi downed the rest of his drink and motioned to the bartender for another before looking over at Guy who seemed to be looking behind him.

Kakashi turned around slowly, worried it was someone like Genma coming to talk about how many girls he’d seen that week too, but he was surprised to be faced by a girl.

A really pretty girl.

Fuck it, a really hot girl.

Wait, no, an actually really hot girl.

“Hi, are you okay? You look a little like you’re overheating. Do you need some water?” Guy asked, much to Kakashi’s dismay.

You laughed, pushing your hair a little more out of your face and wondering why you had even walked over here to begin with.

Right! Training!

“Hi, I actually came over here to talk with Mr.Kakashi, I just recently became a jonin and I’ve been asked to be in the Anbu as well. But I don’t wanna bother either of you, please excuse my intrusion! I think I’ve just had a little too much sake. Have a goodnight!” You blushed as you slurred your words a bit, nodding to them both before turning to walk away.

“Wait! You didn’t intrude, I was actually just leaving so I could walk you home and tell you about the Anbu if you’d like?” Kakashi nearly bolted out of his seat, leaving Guy to shoot him a knowing look and stifle a laugh.

You beamed.

“Oh! Okay, that would be great. I promise on a normal day I’m waaaay more coherent than this. Do you mind if I hold onto your arm for balance? I just don’t want to fall on you and embarrass myself completely.” You replied, way more confident than normal.

No wonder this shit is called liquid courage.

Kakashi blushed and nodded, extending his bent arm for you to grab onto, turning to wave goodbye to Guy who was giving him a way-too-noticeable thumbs up and a wink as he exited the bar.

The air was cold, a nice change from the stuffy bar.

However, the dark of the bar had hidden most of your outfit, which was leaving significantly less to the imagination than Kakashi expected.

The cold air was leaving even less to the imagination with your chest.

Kakashi felt his whole face heat up, hoping the blush wasn’t as noticeable as it felt.

'This mask is saving my life' he thought

“So the Anbu, quite an honor to be picked. You must be a wonderful kunoichi, I’m surprised I haven’t met you before, what did you say your name was?”

You smiled at him, sharing your name.

“I haven’t gotten a cool nickname yet like Blue Beast or the Copy Ninja, which is why no one’s really heard of me. I was asked by Lady Tsunade to join the Anbu and I know better than to say no, I guess I’m just nervous.” You said quietly, wishing you had something less cowardly to say.

'Wait, I wonder if he has any Anbu stuff from his old days? Maybe that’s a good enough excuse to see where he lives.' You thought.

Yes, you had been asked to join the Anbu and definitely wanted Kakashi’s opinions and advice on the matter, but you thought you’d ask that a few months into joining- enough time to gather up the courage to talk to him. If it wasn’t for your friend’s birthday and copious amounts of alcohol, you’d be at home wondering if he even knew your name.

Sure he was intimidating, but it was really his looks that made you nervous to talk to him.

The man was built like a god, was mysterious, and crazy powerful. In addition to the fact that he was a great leader of his team of genin.

Was trying to bed him such a bad idea?

“Soooo do you have any cool Anbu stuff at your house? Like your old mask or something?” You asked, hoping it didn’t seem too ridiculous.

Kakashi stiffened a little before replying, leaving you to wonder if you had already messed everything up.

“Actually, yes- I have a couple of things I could show you if you’d like? I live a different way than the one we’re going, though, so we’ll have to walk a bit more if that’s alright.”

Kakashi was mentally cheering himself for sounding so cool.

“I don’t mind, I think the walk is helping me sober up a bit.” You laughed.

After about a half hour of walking and talking about Kakashi’s time in the Anbu, you reached his home.

The nervousness was palpable as you walked in, taking in the view of the space as Kakashi disappeared into another area of the house.

Returning only moments later, he carried with him an unmarked box and set it down on the floor before you, taking a seat next to it.

“This is all the stuff I have from being part of the Anbu- I have my old mask, some gear, a few notebooks, and some stuff I collected along the way.” He said, reaching in to pull out little trinkets you recognized from other villages.

Against everyone’s better judgment, Kakashi thought it best to bring out more sake- going through his old Anbu stuff would be better with a little more alcohol in him. You agreed and the two of you drank and talked as he told more stories.

After an hour, the two of you were spilling more sake than drinking it, which led to some more raucous and slurred conversations.

“No way, the girl that’s sleeping with Guy is your friend?” Kakashi slurred.

You laughed. “Yeah and she says he's the best she’s ever had!” You laughed, causing Kakashi to laugh too.

“I hate him I can’t believe he’s fucking so much more than I am, life is so unfair.” Kakashi sighed, leaning a little too hard and nearly falling over into your lap.

“How are you not? That definitely seems like a you thing, all the kunoichi I know would love to be in your bed- you’ve got that whole mysterious loner thing going on.” You replied, chuckling as you leaned against the wall.

“Mysterious loner thing, eh? Wow, does that work on every girl in the village?” Kakashi asked, moving a bit closer to you.

Obviously aware of what was happening, you decided to tease him a bit.

“Nah, I lied, it only works on me.”

Kakashi picked you up in an instant, carrying you to his bedroom and placing you gently on his bed.

“I’m not sure why I’m even sharing this but I’m a little nervous, so I apologize if I’m a little shaky” Kakashi replied, wringing his hands somewhat nervously.

That’s okay, I don’t mind taking the lead

“You’re telling me Kakashi of the Sharingan gets nervous?” You bent forward, gripping the fabric of his pants to pull him towards you.

“Well I mean with stuff like this I-”

“Kakashi Hatake, one of the leaf’s most important jonin, gets nervous with a girl?” In a flash, you switched places with Kakashi, pushing him onto the bed behind you and taking off the rest of his pants.

Scooting up a little bit, Kakashi moved so you had room on his bed as well. He takes off his vest quickly, nervous with anticipation.

Arousal throbs within you as you drink in the image before you. Kakashi’s breathing is heavy, causing his chest to rise and fall more rapidly in his tight shirt, his mask still covering half his face. This would be beautiful regardless, but it's the small wet spot on his boxers and how painfully constricting they look that causes your mouth to water.

Looking him in the eye to ensure you’re doing what he wants, he offers a small nod as you remove his boxers, a sigh exiting his mouth.

To repeat, Kakashi was built like a god. His cock was no exception.

Using the pad of your index finger, you gently stroked the underside of it, watching him writhe under your touch.

“Is that sensitive?” You asked softly, nearly panting.

“Please I-” You interrupted him by wrapping your lips around the tip, massaging the underside with your tongue.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He breathed out, placing his hand in your hair and moving the pieces away from your face.

You took in more of him until you couldn’t, attempting to relax your throat to fit it all, but missing that last 10%. Kakashi was well-endowed, but in a way that was definitely going to feel incredible rather than painfully split you in half. Rubbing your legs at the thought, you sucked harder, moving your head up and down as he gripped your hair.

“God you look so pretty like this” Kakashi moaned out as you began to move faster. You moaned in response, men who talk like that are so hot.

Kakashi let out a breathy laugh. “Ah, you like stuff like that? I-” A moan ripped through him as you pulled back to suck harshly on the tip.

He could feel it build within him, an orgasm approaching faster than he had expected it to, but he also hadn’t expected you to have the mouth of a goddess when he brought you back to his place.

Wanting to warn you, he spoke. “Fuck I think I’m gonna-” You could feel his quads tighten, the pants and moans coming from him spurred you on as you attempted one last time to take him all in, successfully this round.

A loud groan tore through Kakashi as the best orgasm he’d had in years washed over him, hot liquid filling your mouth as you swallowed and sat up.

Kakashi looked at you with absolute bliss before frowning, realizing he was in just a shirt while you were still fully clothed.

“Take that off, those pants.” Kakashi ordered, watching intently as you got up from the bed and removed your pants, leaving you in a very tiny excuse for a shirt and panties.

“Take the shirt off and get on top of me.” He commanded.

“But you just-”

“I’m not using that, just do what I say please.” He replied, finally taking off his shirt with the mask, revealing his face.

“You’re really beautiful” You blurted, pulling your shirt over your head and sitting atop him.

Kakashi laughed lightly and traced the corners of your panties with his fingertips, completely avoiding the area you so wished he would touch.

“Thank you, that’s sweet of you. Now, I change my mind take these off too, you don’t need them and they’re too pretty to rip in half.” Kakashi replied, pulling at one side.

After some awkward maneuvering, you pulled them off and returned to your position, sitting carefully on his stomach.

In one quick motion, he had pulled you by your lower back up to his face, thighs touching his ears as you braced yourself against the headboard.

“Is this okay?” Kakashi asked, fingers fluttering around your inner thighs, tracing small patterns.

“Yes, please” You breathed out, anxious to begin.

“Also, some girls don’t do this and it makes all of it more difficult- I want you to fully sit on my face, if I need to hold you up I will, but don’t hold back on me, okay?” Kakashi patted your leg, motioning for you to relax on his face.

“O-okay, let me know if you need me to move or something” You were even more nervous as you placed yourself atop his mouth.

One swipe from his tongue and all nervous feelings vacated.

Apparently the man’s godhood extended beyond just his looks.

He would switch between lapping and sucking at your clit and nipping at your inner thighs, causing your heartbeat to become erratic as he swapped between small bits of pain and incredible pleasure.

Shifting your hips with his hands so that your clit pressed hard against his mouth, he snaked a hand underneath you to curl his middle finger into you, tongue continuing its brutal pace.

Kakashi might be disciplined in keeping his moans relatively quiet but you were not the same.

Each dip of his tongue and thrust of his fingers elicited a noise from you.

Kakashi was skilled, placing a second finger within you and curling, searching for a spot that-

“Fuck yes there baby right there oh please there” you nearly screamed as you could feel Kakashi smirk against you, pulling his mouth to the side to nip at your inner thighs.

“There, baby? That feel good?” Kakashi spoke before returning his assault on your clit with his tongue.

“Uh-huh” you moaned out, unable to concentrate on forming any other words.

He began to speed up the pace, fingers curling and plunging into you at a rate that had your toes curling. His tongue continued to tap at your clit, occasionally dipping down further to lick broad stripes against you. You’d become so delirious with pleasure that you began shifting your hips back and forth on his face.

The orgasm within you built quickly, moans becoming more high-pitched as you gripped the headboard with one hand and his hair with the other.

“Oh Kakashi please I’m so close I’m-” Your first (and hopefully not last) orgasm ripped through you as your legs shook around his head, but Kakashi did not change his pace. The overstimulation was nearly painful as you tried to pull back a little, Kakashi not freeing you from his grasp as he gripped your thigh.

“It’s too much baby I can’t I can’t” You cried, Kakashi not seeming to let up anytime soon.

Minutes later your second orgasm tore through you unexpectedly, leaving you to slump even further against Kakashi’s face as he finally stopped and lifted you gently, placing you next to him on his bed.

Kakashi smiled at you and kissed your cheek, wiping his face as he moved atop you.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, kissing your neck and nipping at your ear.

“I want you to fuck me” you breathed out, enjoying his touch on your neck.

“Mmm, is that right? I can do that.” Kakashi kissed you deeply, tongue touching yours as he ran his fingers over one of your nipples, causing you to sharply inhale.

Moving his kisses down your neck to your chest, Kakashi swirled his tongue around one nipple, sucking and nipping at it as he circled the other with his index finger. Switching between both, Kakashi continued for a few minutes before you began begging him to fuck you.

“Kakashi please I want you to fuck me, I don’t wanna wait” You whined, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.

Kakashi sat up, aligning himself with your entrance and panting, looking to you for approval.

“Please” you whined.

Kakashi bent both your legs towards your chest, grabbing your hand so you could hold one leg as he pressed down the other.

Sliding himself in, he slowly bottomed out and the two of you sighed, Kakashi giving you a moment before starting a quicker pace.

“You feel- fuck- so- oh - good” Kakashi had picked up the pace, slamming into you now as you cried out.

“Kakashi please harder” You moaned.

Kakashi pulled out of you quickly, letting go of your leg as you did the same, before scooping his arm under your waist and flipping you over.

“What? I-”

“Lift your ass up.”

You obliged.

Lifting your ass slightly, Kakashi pulled your hips towards him and entered you again immediately, slamming into you with a brutal pace as your face pressed against the sheets.

Realizing he was closer to cumming than he thought, Kakashi reached one hand between your legs to begin rubbing your clit with his fingers, pressure building rapidly within you.

“You’re so fucking hot like this, come on baby I can feel you, you’re so close” Kakashi gritted out, thrusting into you with such fervor his headboard was hitting the wall with not-so-quiet repetition.

The familiar build within you started again for the third time that night, causing you to whine out for Kakashi as he kept his same pace.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” You cried out, feeling the third orgasm course through you, feeling your inner walls flutter around Kakashi as he came seconds later.

Collapsing together on his bed, you and Kakashi were spent.

“We should shower” You said, moving to get off of his bed and take care of how sweaty you were.

“Or…we could do it again?” Kakashi asked, looking at you with darkened eyes.

You turned to him and laughed.

“Yeah we should totally do it again”

#kakashi smut #kakashi x y/n #kakashi hatake #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #naruto

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moumouton4 · 9 months

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Hello~ it's me again (i'm the problem, it's me~)

So I have a kinda angstt request

So headcanons for Naruto characters x reader, where reader and Naruto characters break up, and the next day around evening, reader calls them and leaves them a message:

"Hi, it's me. I know I'm not supposed to be calling but I am not doing really great right now, and I was just wondering if... Do you remember in "The Way We Were" how Katie and Hubbel broke up because his friends were laughing and joking and the president had just died, and she yelled at them, and he was mad and he was going out to Hollywood, and, I mean which she hated and, and he broke up with her. And she was really upset and she called him, and asked him if he would come over and sit with her, because he was her best friend, and she needed her best friend and he did. And, and they talked all night, and they went out to Hollywood, which was a disaster but it was good at first, with the boat and, uh, and the putting the books away. I've seen this movie a lot so if you don't remember the putting-the-books-away scene, don' feel stupid or anything. I was just sitting here thinking about it because, I, um... I'm in my house and I was just, uh... could you please come over? I-, please, really need to see you and talk to you and please come over... please"

So the boys listen to the message and the question is: what do they do? Do they go and come over like reader asked?

Kinda angsty, but please do whatever you want to do with it <3

Toodles~

Sending Them A Text After You Broke Up || Naruto characters x reader 6

A/n : Lmao finally done ! I swear my computer is dying it keeps switching off. Besides I'm in vacation so most of the time I'm out ugh. It was stressful because I want to write but obviously can't bring my computer to the beach 😂 I hope you're going to like it Pumpkin 🍰

Naruto Headcanons series : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Warnings : No mention of gender, contains fluff and angst and smut ( nothing graphic, mentions of : sex, breading, jerking off, mating season, cum dump, sex friend ) 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 3610

Sasuke Uchiha : His ego took a big hit when you broke up with him. He's hurt. But he suspects that his behavior and his coldness undoubtedly had a role to play. When he listens to your message he shakes his head "Of course you can call me, Silly Girl" then continues smiling bitterly at how you apologize again even though there's no need to. He's told you so many times not to apologize to him. His hands tighten around the phone to the point of breaking it when he hears you begging him to come over. Suddenly there's hope for him, for both of you. He doesn't waste a second before he gets up and puts on his sandals before running to your house. He runs from roof to roof, knocking loudly on the door. And as soon as you open it, he looks at you as if you've just disturbed him. And then in a rush he grabs your face in his hands and kisses you "Not without you... impossible" he says between kisses. But maybe none of this happens and he decides to leave the village after you've broken up. There's no point in staying and hurting each other.

Sasori : He doesn’t want to look at his phone. Probably didn’t even notice he got a text. If he knew maybe he would have checked. If he knew it was you maybe he would have been faster. He sees your text something like 3 or 4 days later. And he panics. He rushes to where he knows you are. He doesn’t even bother to settle inside his big armor puppet. He needs to be sure you’re okay. He already hates himself knowing he let you waiting and he hates this more than having to wait himself. He doesn’t knock, he just enters. Once he sees you there standing in front of him he feels a pang of regret in his heart. How did he ever think he was able to go on without you “I won't waste any more of your time” He is also considering making a puppet out of you if this situation of breaking up ever comes back.

Genma Shiranui : He just doesn't take it seriously. He is too much of a child in his behavior yet. He knows he is handsome and that he can get bitches whenever he wants. The need to settle down was never really felt. So when you broke up well he was almost relieved, it was like a return to freedom. When he got your message though he felt bad. He knows he won't be able to be the man you want him to be for the time being. So he does one of the worst things - in my opinion - he sends you a text back “I’m sorry for what I’m making you go through. I love you and you know that. But you also know that I can’t just change like this and be happy with it” he doesn’t want to conclude his text. He secretly hopes that one day one person will suffice him. On the other hand of the line though, you cry. You knew from the beginning you wouldn’t be able to change him. It’s hope that brought you there

Naruto Uzumaki : He is so sad when you break up. He even stops going to Ichiraku’s ramen shop. He feels lonely like he never did. But he has hope. He knows it can’t be over just yet. You have so much more to live. When he gets your text he doesn’t even open the notification he just runs to your house. He doesn’t know why you reached to him but his instinct is telling him to get there as soon as possible. When you open the door he has a goofy smile on his face as he pulls you in a bone crushing hug. it’s only when he feels you sobbing that he pulls away to wipe away your tears with his thumbs “Hey why are you crying ? I’m here now”

Rock Lee : He is crushed since you broke up with him. He trains even harder. He doesn’t even hear his phone ringing once, twice. He doesn’t hear the notification signaling your text either. It’s either Neji or Tenten who tries to catch his attention. Once they do though and he actually focuses on your text there is no going back. He is going to scream your name in the whole village to find you as soon as he can. He will hug the hell out of you and apologize more than enough for not being the best boyfriend he could have been “No please let me hug you longer to make up for the time I was away. I’ll be 10- No ! 30 times better than before you’ll see !” Don’t worry he’s forgetting you two broke up as soon as he’ll feel your skin against his. Though he’ll always remember that your love is not granted. He is going to be even more the best for you.

Kakashi Hatake : He didn’t want you two to break up, but he couldn’t help but chuckle sadly. He knew this was going to come at some point. I mean look at you, how could he ever deserve all that to be his to love and cherish. Though when he gets your text his heart is close to jumping out of his chest. His mind starts wandering. He thinks about his father and he hopes. He just hopes it’s a genuine want to see him again and not the final plea for help before you… “No no don’t be stupid” he shakes his head “Y/n is strong” The pace of his strides betrays his growing anxiety as he rushes to your home “Please please please” he ends up being the one pleading When you open the door, the need to be sure you’re okay is too strong. his eyes explore your body to see any trace of injury. it’s only after that he pulls you in a gentle embrace as if scared to break you “I can’t leave without you. I couldn’t never. Let’s restart with something new. I couldn't take you to dinner tonight. How does that sound ?”

Sai : When you told him you wanted to break up, he replied, "Well, you're entitled to whatever I think", rather matter-of-factly. I mean he was right, but it wasn’t what you wanted, needed to hear at the moment. He wasn't really very good at navigating relationships, and this was representative of his lack of experience in the sentimental field. Every intense moment was counterbalanced by laborious moments when he struggled to find his feet with you. So it's no surprise that he's not sure how to react to your voicemail. He takes a few notes - still behaving like a ninja of the Root - and even if he doesn't know what he would have done under normal circumstances. There's a clear message at the end of the audio "Please come over" and so he follows the order and goes to your place. He can't account for the turmoil in his heart or the way his hands become clammy and fidgeting at his sides as if something important were at stake. Finally, when you open the door and he sees your tear-reddened eyes, he can't help but say "I love you too"

Gaara : His eyes impossibly widened when he got your text. He thought everything between you two was over. He didn’t think about any possibilities of luck that will bring you back together. You on the other hand needed to know. When you mentioned breaking up he shut himself off. Yes he tried to speak back a little but he made sure not to talk over you nor at the same time. It wasn’t the greatest solution. Sensing the urgency in your tone he just can’t help but leapt off his chair and run - literally - throughout the corridors. You, on your side also thought about the possibility of him hesitating to come over so you also decided to make your way to his office. you ended up bumping into one another in a corner “Sorry, are you okay ?” he mumbles. But when he notices it's you his arms wrap instinctively around you as his head nestles in the crook of your neck. He doesn’t want to let go anymore, and he doesn’t care that he is in the middle of a public passageway. He shudders in your arms as he loses his grip on his emotions. You pull him in a gentle embrace as you drag him to a more quiet place to have a much needed discussion. Maybe you two would be able to work after all.

Iruka Umino : He lies awake in his bed the night that follows your break up. He just can’t wrap his head about what happened. It was just so unexpected and out of frustration. The day after, everyone knows that something is wrong with him. He lost his smile, he loses his temper rapidly and he is constantly lost in thoughts. When he gets your text he is actually on his phone. He was about to send you something similar. his heartbeats are ringing in his ears as he stands up suddenly. It doesn’t matter where he is at the moment. If he is in class, he is going to find an excuse, push some kids aside and zoom to where you are. As he runs to your house he can’t help the tears streaming down his face. He is just so sensitive. As you open the door you both fall into each other's arms crying. You start kissing sloppily as your tears stream towards your mouths. You both made a mistake by considering the mere thought of breaking up, and you’re not doing this mistake ever again “I won’t let this happen ever again. I won’t let go. Never”

Tobirama Senju : Probably screams “Okay fine you wanna break up ? Well just get the fuck out of here then !” when he feels you slipping from his grasp. He loves you, he really does. But he has too much pride. His little heart is crushed. His brother notices and tries to speak with him but Tobirama tells him to fuck off. When He finally gets your text his pride is still wounded and he doesn’t know if he pushes it aside and gets over to you or if he deletes the text and acts as if he didn’t see anything. Well he doesn’t do both. He doesn’t come to see you but he keeps the text. You’re extremely hurt that he doesn’t come. Until one day you hear a soft knock on your door. It’s Hashirama who comes to apologizes for his little brother’s behavior. Seeing you this sad makes him snap and he actually goes back to his brother and lectures his brother with the Hokage tone. Tobirama is shocked but at the end it reminds him that you’re more important than any pride he could ever have. It takes time for him to forgive him but slowly you start building your future together.

Yamato : Well he lowkey thought that the idea of breaking up would provide you both with more time to train and increase your already impressive level. But he was so wrong. Now, even more than before all his thoughts were turned toward you. What were you doing ? With who ? Were you sad ? Happy ? Thinking about him too ? Did you still love him ? Would you forgive him if he were to tell you that his idea was the dumbest ever and that he regrets and wants you back ? Then his phone buzzed and he got that frightening text. He, in fact, didn’t understand it the way one normally would. He thought you were rambling and that someone broke into your house and you needed help. He leaves in a rush and once in front of your door kicks it off its hinges. Damn, you panicked because you thought someone was breaking in “Y/n ! Are you okay !?” “Yamato ? My door ?!? The fuck ?!?” Well let’s just say that after repairing it he offered to take you out tonight and catch up around some delicious ramen.

Neji Hyuga : He literally didn’t see it coming. First thing, there was a rumor. And then he found himself single. He is going to investigate to know who the hell did this. When he receives your text though he panics at the clear need in your tone. He uses his Byakugan to look for you throughout the village, to make sure you’re okay. Before going over to your house he takes his time buying you flowers and whatever you might like. But he always keeps an eye on you despite the distance. Then he finally gets to your door and he takes a deep breath before knocking “Hello Y/n. I’ve got you these. I hope we’ll be able to talk this out- oof” you took him in a bone crushing hug almost tackling him to the floor. He shushes you as you cry against his chest saying how sorry you are. Next thing you know he is taking you inside and you’re gonna get spoiled rotten.

Minato Namikaze : Bro is fast, yes. But not so fast anymore when it’s about women’s feelings. And sometimes it’s almost as if he was managing to drown a fish. When you broke up he kinda knew it was going to happen because of how clueless he was most of the time. While reading your text he can’t help but feel sick when he sees how desperately you are pleading him to come. Just like you’be pleaded to him to understand your point that day. He doesn’t lose a sec to rush to your favorite bakery. He takes some snacks and literally throws the money on the counter top. When he arrives in front of your door he almost goes through like a Cartoon “Hey my Love I brought you some- sorry maybe you don’t want me to call you that. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” He doesn’t have time to finish speaking because you pounce on him and crash your lips against his. He will need to do a lot of effort to improve his ability to talk in a relationship but this is a good first step.

Itachi Uchiha : That was only a story of pressure and expectation. You thought yourself not at the level of an Uchiha and that was what made your couple burst. He is literally so mad at everyone that participated in putting these thoughts in your sweet mind. He hâtes himself even more for not seeing it coming. When you leave him the voicemail he gets anxious of what may be happening. He almost lost his best friend once and he wasn’t going to lose you too. So he immediately dials your number “Hey Y/n Don’t move an inch you hear me ? I’m coming over right now” And he is true to his word because not even 4 minutes after he is at your doorstep, panting. He takes you gently against him as his face nuzzles against your hair. Your scent helps him ground himself in the present. You didn’t know yet but he was going to change the traditions, for you he would do anything.

Hashirama Senju : He feels ashamed and sad. Sad because he doesn’t want to spend a single day of his life without you. Ashamed because he has always lowkey thought that something like this could only happen to his brother. And here he was getting a lecture from his younger brother, about how he isn’t the confident man he displays himself to be as the Hokage. Tobirama’s words were unnerving and actually pushed Hashirama to get some courage to talk to you. Tobirama’s plan worked just well. He is actually in front of your door when he gets the text. you wonder how the heck he got here so fast. You both talk things out and it gets better for both of you. He reads the text later on and ends up crying “I-I’m so so sorry sniff I didn’t know it made you feel like this sniff” Your fingers comb through his hair as you try to calm him down. He ends up sleeping on your lap with his arms tightly wrapped around you.

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Orochimaru : The mere idea of breaking up with him was always foreign and distressing to her. How you, his adorable Pet, would find yourself with this idea. But it happened. A mixture of several ingredients meant that the two of you finally parted ways. and as luck would have it, the mating season had begun. He couldn't stand jerking off without having his soul mate to fill with his seed. And then finally, like a miracle, your message arrived. If he could run naked into his hideout, he would. He got dressed in a hurry and headed for your room. Once inside you weren't in as good a shape as he was "Oh no look at you Pet. So wet and ready for me. Here I'm going to fill you and you''l get so much better" In the end, the break-up was mainly due to your hormones going all over the place. But if he gets you pregnant, I don't know if that'll help your hormones or his possessiveness.

Shikamaru Nara : For someone who doesn't like to stress out even in critical life-or-death situations, in this case he did.He couldn't breathe for a moment. Your voicemail sent a pang through his heart. He couldn't breathe for a moment. He remembered your break-up, and at the time he'd just said something like "Ah, women and their emotions'' He hurried to find you. When you opened the door he almost tackled with a strength he wasn't the first to display in common days. You found yourself pinned against a well as he spoke lowly "I'm here now. what do you need" and when you said you needed him, you didn't know it would end up in one of the best sex you ever shared with him. You're a keeper and he is never going to take your feelings not accordingly.

Hidan : Bro doesn’t care at all when you break up. He’s probably just going to get some bitches to make up for your absence. Of course you’re going to know about it. either by yourself, by other people or him bragging. You wonder what being in a relationship means for him. What this whole thing brought you at the end. Were you just some cum dump ? You needed to know, so you sent the text. He comes over like you requested but he isn’t a liar. He tells you right away that he isn’t the one to fall in love. Having sex with you is just convenient as you know how to touch him and bring him to ecstasy. He isn’t against becoming your sex friend if you’re still up to it “It’s a great reminder to how everything started between us, don’t you think Princess” - those fucking nicknames, he doesn’t how much pain they do to you. But you love him and the whole thing seems toxic if extended. Though you answer yes, at least you’ll get to spend more time with him. And maybe he’s going to grow up at some point. you’re not losing hope. And that’s what may destroy you.

Madara Uchiha : He always thought that besides loving him you needed him in your life. Just like he loved and needed you. But after the break up he is not sure anymore. He spends days passing back and forth trying to understand what brought you to this. Your text brings a smile of relief on his lips as he feels his shoulders release some tension. You did need him. So he comes over. And he handles the solution like a good head of a clan. He breeds you. Like that your thoughts will be turned towards another life. A life you’d cherish unconditionally. It will give him time to process things before it actually gets out of hand again. I mean that was the only way right ?

Deidara : For him breaking up was ineluctable. If for him art is an explosion it’s because he manages to find the beauty in things that just can’t stay beautiful forever. It was the same in your relationship. It was intense, full of passion but short. For him that was the perfect amount of time to enjoy the beauty of it, but for you it was just not enough. That’s why you set an ultimatum but to your surprise he agreed on breaking up. After getting your text he came over and reiterated his intention on not wanting to delve into a more serious relationship with you. Though the attraction between you too stays really strong. and it’s not uncommon to see him sneak out of your room in the wee hours “I just can’t get enough of your body. it’s intoxicating” You just can’t help but keep jumping each other’s bones, that’s the way it is for now. No strings attached for now. You just hope that someday he realizes that love is one of the rare things that get even more beautiful as time follows its course.

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animeomegas · 2 years

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Naruto boys and the inside jokes they have with their alpha

(some are n-sfw lol)

Naruto:

Yours and Naruto’s inside joke also kind of includes Sasuke, in that it’s about him, but Sasuke doesn’t find it funny and reacts with violence whenever you two bring it up.

(I stole this from that post I reblogged not long ago.)

Sasuke said dattebayo by accident once. He immediately wanted to forget it ever happened, but you and Naruto don’t let him.

Whenever Sasuke asks you for anything, you always say ‘only if you say dattebayo’ as if you were asking him to say please.

“Pass me that kunai, dobe.”

“Hmm, only if you say dattebayo.”

“...”

“Yeah Sasuke! Remember your manners!”

“I’m killing you both.”

Sasuke:

It happened during one of his bad days.

You were at a loss of what to do to help him when he was miserable and stuck in his own head.

Your last hope was that maybe some physical contact with you would offer some comfort for him.

You put a hand on his knee and just to make sure he was okay with it, you said “Does this help?”

Sasuke blinked at you for a moment before he cracked a smile against his will.

You realised that you just asked if you putting a hand on his knee helped his massive trauma filled breakdown...

You flushed and tried to back pedal, but Sasuke wouldn’t let you.

Now, whenever one of you is stressed or tired or grumpy, the other puts their hand on their knee and says “does this help?”

“The mission was shit.”

“Oh, I’m sorry... Does this help?”

“I hate you so much.”

Neji:

You and Neji were at the park, watching your daughter play, as normal, when you got chatting to another parent.

Everything was fine until they called their child over and called them by name... Pika Pika.

This parent had genuinely named their child sparkly...

You and Neji made significant eye contact and when you got home, couldn’t stop laughing about it.

Now, whenever something needs to be named, whether it be a plant or a pet, whatever, one of you always suggests Pika Pika, in the most serious voice you can muster.

“I bought this little plant for the kitchen from the market. It needs a name.”

“Hmm, how about Pika Pika?”

“The 7th?”

“Yes, Pika Pika the 7th.”

Shikamaru:

Your inside jokes with Shikamaru are absolutely at his expense.

Mainly on the topic of his weird Nara obsession thing and his old habit of trying to get away from his dad and to you by climbing out of the window.

You once saw those spikes that people use to discourage birds from landing on their rooves and windows, and decided to cover your window sills with them as a joke.

Shikamaru’s unimpressed face sent you cackling to the ground.

Now, your kitchen window sill not only has spikes on it, but also a ‘do not cross’ sign and red tape in an ‘X’ shape.

People always ask why, but you both refuse to explain.

“I still have no idea where you found a bunch of miniature red cones.”

“Don’t they suit our window sill perfectly though?”

“That’s what you said about the ‘no entry’ sign you stole.”

“And I was right, just like I am now.”

Chouji:

This inside joke is about Chouji’s magic touch with pups.

Like, he can keep even the most unruly pup or the most fussy baby calm, it’s like magic.

Before you had pups, you used to always say “You’re going to be an amazing oma/dad one day.” when Chouji would interact with his friends’ pups.

It was cute, but it become something of a habit, hence why, when you had your first pup, you turned to Chouji and said “You’re going to be an amazing oma/dad one day.” as he literally cradled your new baby.

Sleep deprived, you both just blinked at each other, processing what you said. It was pretty funny.

Now, whenever he does anything with your pup, you say that line. It always makes Chouji smile and roll his eyes.

“Shh, come here little one, it’s dinner time.”

“Damn, you’re going to make a wonderful oma/dad one day 😌”

“🙄”

Kiba:

Whilst breastfeeding one of his many, many children, he had a milk clot in one of his breasts.

His doctor said to use that breast often with feedings to encourage the clot out, which Kiba immediately decided meant you had to suck on his tit of course.

When he brought it up, you genuinely and with a concerned voice said “but babe, I’m lactose intolerant 😞”

Kiba cracked up laughing for like an hour.

Now, whenever one of you asks the other to do something, they use that response.

“Hey Kiba, can you do some laundry real quick?”

“Sorry... I’m lactose intolerant :( “

Kakashi:

You were punishing him in bed (spanking) and wanted him to count up the number he was going to get.

You were giving him 20 for disobeying you, 5 for talking back to you, 5 for being too slow getting his collar and 5 more because he talked back again.

You teasingly asked him to add up how many he was going to get.

He said 35, which was correct.

But you had added them incorrectly in your head and confidently said “Wrong.”

Kakashi’s brows furrowed. You could see him running over the number again in his head.

At this point, you started to feel self-conscious and added them up again, realising that you’d made an embarrassing mistake.

“I mean, that’s right.”

Kakashi snorted and the mood was ruined and you ended up stopping the scene.

Now, whenever one of you is obviously doing something correctly, you just say ‘wrong’ to the other one.

“Wrong.”

“I’m just putting on my shoes...”

“Wrong.”

Gaara:

Gaara will almost always get inside jokes wrong.

He doesn’t really understand them, but he thinks he does.

This creates inside jokes. Meta inside jokes, if you will.

One time, Gaara misspoke and said ‘broccoli’ when you asked him his favourite drink because he was distracted and thought you were aksing about dinner for some reason.

You laughed and next time he asked you a question, you said ‘broccoli’ back and then had to explain what an inside joke was.

A few weeks later, you were having dinner with his family when Kankuro asked what Gaara put in the sauce because he liked it.

Gaara smiled and said ‘broccoli’ before giving an exaggerated and very awkward wink and then looking at you for approval.

Kankuro and Temari sat there confused as you burst out laughing at his attempt at copying the inside joke.

And Gaara sat there proudly, thinking he’d made you laugh by successfully using the inside joke.

“This sauce is great, what did you put in it?”

“Broccoli :D”

“🤣”

(Ran out of ideas for the rest, so that’s it for now lol. Let me know your favourite.)

#naruto #hcs #gaara #kakashi #sasuke #neji #shikamaru #kiba #chouji #reader insert #n-sfw #omegaverse #a/b/o #headcanons #gn reader

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 2 months

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New World (7)

Itachi Uchiha x Reader Fluff

Summary: The world War has met its end and Itachi has returned to his village. He questions whether he should set down his roots here when he meets a stranger. Or rather, a stranger is forced upon him by fate.

Warnings: perverts

Word Count: I want to go on a date with someone. But the thought of having a conversation with a stranger horrifies me.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"Onsen! Onsen! Onsen! On~sen!!!" Naruto cannot hold in his excitement. He is all over the place. And the place is not small either. The quarters prepared for him and Kakashi overlook the zen garden in this lone property sitting on the hillside, right next to the temple. There are four quarters in total. And Kakashi has already scanned all four for any more foul play. Foul play, the phrase sounds almost comedic, given the recent events. The view of the dusky sky as the sun slowly bids farewell behind the mountains brings a stillness to the chaos that has been today. Kakashi takes a peaceful moment to appreciate it, while also wondering if his comrades were cursed or blessed. If they are cursed, they have been cursed in a rather beautiful way, he wonders. And just as another second passes, Kakashi suddenly feels the uncomfortable silence that has filled the room. His head whips around to find the menace he is carrying with him. Naruto is sitting on the porch outside, lost in a thought that reflects quite the discomfort on his face. "What's wrong?" Kakashi is genuinely curious. "Just wondering what Y/N must be going through," Naruto mumbles. "She was attacked for being a bit different than others and now her attackers just forced her into an accidental marriage. She barely got to catch her breath. Not to mention her having a nightmare last night."

Kakashi raises his brow at the boy. "And...what were you doing in the night outside?" "Looking for food?" Naruto says it like it is an obvious thing to do. Kakashi comes and sits next to him, taking in one deep breath. "Well, we can only hope she is okay. And if she's not, we are all here for her. And as far as accidental marriages go-" Kakashi runs his hand through his hair- "I am glad she is with Itachi right now." Naruto nods in agreement. The mentor and mentee look at the dipping sun for a few more minutes. "I would have punched Toge if he had succeeded in his plans to marry Y/N," Naruto declares softly. Kakashi's eyes narrow as his mask hides a smile. He pats Naruto on his back in affirmation. "You can have an hour in the onsen, as a treat."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Nami too is looking at the setting sun from her bedroom while unpacking your clothes even though it does not bring her any peace. A knock on the door makes her turn away from the scenic view to curse under her breath and grab the closest of her kunai in attack mode. "I come in peace," Kozuki announces, her hands raised to prove her words. "You will leave in pieces," Nami announces, not ready to take another word from Bamboo Village residents. "I swear to the Gods, Nami. I had no idea Toge was planning a quick wedding with your friend," Kozuki presses, taking a cautious step towards her. Nami raises her kunai to point at the woman. "Your people tortured her in her sleep last night-" she takes a step forward, emanating a toxic amount of rage- "sent assassins to kidnap and or kill her, and when that was not enough, your shit excuse of a ninja thought the best course of action would be to get married to her and claim her as his property." Kozuki can suddenly feel the pressure of Nami's wrath on herself. The usually composed woman is suddenly finding it hard to look into Nami's eyes and justify the actions of her village. "I'm sorry, Nami. It was all planned by Fukaboshi sensei and-" "I. Do not. Care," Nami whispers as she now stands close to her, raising the little hairs on Kozuki's back. "If I find any more of your senseis planning something for my friend that would hurt her in any way, I swear on your Gods, Kozuki, I will start from Fukaboshi's house and then burn my way to the other end of your village, with or without the people in it. I will make sure this land is turned to ashes by the next sunrise." Kozuki furrows her brows in shades of anger. She parts her lips to say something. But Nami is already pressing the tip of her Kunai on the woman's chest. "If you think this is an empty threat...or if you think I cannot do such a thing...try me." Silence. Nami leaves the room. Kozuki stands there; still as she can be. For a couple of seconds before her mind regains the grip on the moment and her body begins to shudder in fear.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Time as a concept has lost its hold on you. You do not remember how you got to the hot springs. Nor do you recall what the ladies said when they greeted you, saw the string on your wrist and guided you to the onsen at the farthest end. It never registers inside your mind the dimly lit area- away from the usual onsen sections- that is wider than your normal spring, decorated with flowers and coloured ribbons. All your body seems to do is dump your clothes in the nearest closet, throw the towel in one corner of the bathing area and then walk into the hot waters to find a comfortable corner where you can let a few tears out. The huge mirror on the opposite wall- where you can see your naked figure crying in the hot waters- makes it a bit worse. A few minutes pass and the tears ultimately stop even though the heaviness in your chest doesn't. Wiping away the residue of your sadness from your face, you blink to bring yourself back to reality, looking around you and wondering where Nami is. Why am I alone here? As if to answer your question, there is a knock on the sturdy wooden partition of the onsen. "Y/N?" a familiar voice calls for you. Itachi's voice. The heaviness in your chest suddenly seems to swirl. "Yes?" "I'm coming in," he simply announces. Your jaw drops in horror. And so does your body; deep inside the water till it is just your face that is visible over the surface. In between the rising vapours that have developed the perfect index of a mist around you, you see him enter in a blue t-shirt and shorts that seem too big for him.

"The...uh...ladies won't let me go to the men's...onsen," he declares softly. He does not look in your direction and instead looks down at his feet and then up at the starry sky. "Oh-" you suddenly seem to recall something from your zoned-out walk to the bath- "they did not let me go to the women's side either. Because of the s-" "Strings. Yes," Itachi adds, raising his wrist to show you his golden beads studded thread still secure in her wrist. Itachi stands there, shuffling his towel in his hand while shifting his weight between his legs. And you simply watch his figure, wondering how this man was once the most dangerous ninja in the entire world. "Do you..." you trail off, looking around before coming back to look at your saviour. "Is it safe to talk in here?" Itachi looks around for a moment before his fingers summon a sound shield around the area. "I'll head back then," he announces, confusing you a little. "No, don't go!" you nearly shout, regretting not setting the right weight of desperation in your voice. "I mean-I didn't mean to...you should stay. Please stay. I'd rather have you here than..." Images of Toge standing next to you at the temple cross your mind, making your spine shudder even inside the hot water. Itachi can sense the uneasiness as he finally looks into your eyes. And he knows that emotion is not for him. Putting the towel down on the wooden bench by the wall, he removes his shirt. A soft 'oh' leaves your lips as you watch the muscles on his back move. Your first instinct is to turn around and give him some privacy to undress. Your second instinct is to smack your insides for thinking of how you want to run your hands on those muscles. Your third instinct is to push your dark urges under the water as they scream for you to turn around and take a peak at the man in his naked glory. Your ears catch the gentle sploosh of water and your skin feels the gentle wave rushing towards your end, telling you he is in the same vicinity as you now. "Is something behind the rock?" Itachi asks before his lungs let out a breath of relief. You shake your head. It's just Itachi, Y/N. Be an adult about this. He is also stuck in a situation with you. Nothing wrong with two adults in hot o-

You turn around. And forget to breathe. Itachi has taken the support of the rock on the left corner of the hot pool. The lanterns are reflecting their warm hues from his face down right to where his happy trail meets the water. Itachi Uchiha's clothes need to do justice to his sculpted body. His arms are toned, his biceps flexing as his elbows grace the rock beneath him. His chest and abs are shaped to human perfection. He has dropped his head back; his hair tied in a loose ponytail, his eyes closed, lost in the relief of the healing hot waters. Even with such a breathtaking view, you feel those soft lights not doing justice to the physical embodiment of the man in front of you. For a moment there, tiny stings of a simmering foreign emotion press inside your chest as your gaze is stuck on the yellow and orange lights of the lanterns having abundant opportunity of touching his skin and bouncing away. You do not realise how long you have been shamelessly staring at him; many times you have run your hands along his jaw before teasing his lips with your fingertips. You do not remember when you started wondering what his neck would feel like under your touch, as your fingers moved on his body inside your mind, grazing the tiny hairs in the middle of his chest, teasing them before reaching over his hard-built core. Your heat builds up between your legs when those mental images of your fingers travelling down, are slowly making their way past the belly button, reaching the happy trail and daring to walk further below the surface of the water. "Stop," Itachi's voice growls as his head whips in your direction and his eyes glow a murderous ember of red. You are frozen where you sit, not moving a muscle while your fogged-up mind is racing to come up with an explanation. But before can say something, a scream can be heard from the other side of the wooden partition that separates your section from the men's. "Aaaah! My eyes! My eyes!!!" a man can be heard screaming from the other side while a few other men can be heard panicking and calling for first aid. You have turned around by now, trying to figure out what happened when beyond the rocks you see a hole made in the wooden walls. But how did he... The mirror on the wall. You turn back to look at the wall for the mirror but it is no longer there. Rather, your body jerks back as it watches Itachi walk in your direction- till he is within four feet of you- before he swings the mirror in his hand towards the other side like a professional putter and stands there until he hears the crash and screams at the other end. You have not closed your mouth throughout the whole act, but you are thankful for the fact that he is wearing black underpants- which are doing a marvellous job of sticking to his skin- as stands in front of you, taking in a lungful of breath to ease back into his usual form while you sit there watching him in awe. A few seconds pass before Itachi kneels where he stands and shifts to the rock next to you. "Are you alright?" he asks. "...we could have just closed the hole," you declare. Itachi nods in agreement, pursing his lips. He pulls on his hair tie, undoing his ponytail before taking a dunk inside the water, wetting his hair, and coming back up. "They could have just opened another one." He finally adds, resting his arms on his knees. He's not wrong. You can no longer hear voices from the other section of the bath. The silence is comforting this time, bringing a bit of ease inside your chest.

"How are you doing?" you finally speak, bringing your knees close to your chest beneath the water. Itachi blinks at the question. "I'm sure getting married was not in your mission itinerary. Are you doing okay?" You can see the split second of the crease pass through his brow while he runs his hands through his hair to push it all back. "Nothing much has happened for me to not be okay." You chuckle, rubbing your hands on your face to stop this sudden burst of grinning spreading over it. "That's good to hear," you whisper more for yourself than for him.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A Few Minutes Earlier "If they can try to get Toge to treacherously marry Y/N, I won't put it past them to try something foul again." Kakashi declares, taking a clean towel from the pile in front of him. "They sent her away to the last section because of the beads on her wrist," Itachi adds, as he puts on the blue t-shirt provided by the onsen workers in the changing room. "The elders had already planned to separate her from the rest of us that way." "All the more reason for you to stay next to her." Kakashi gently wraps his kunai, covered in a summoning jutsu paper, in between a piece of cloth before tucking it inside the pile of his clothes. That is not much of a job for Itachi. He has surveyed the halls of the onsen house. there are no hidden traps in this place. Just a plain old bathhouse where the far end unit is reserved for married couples. He is polite with his intrusion, and glad that you do not push him away in such a vulnerable position. He has already noticed the peephole in the wall behind you but does not say anything about it as you are already neck-deep in the water and someone would have to be foolish enough to try and take a peak at him. He chuckles internally when you turn around to bare your back at him while he undresses. His basic skill set tells how she should not be looking away from her enemy, to which his mind wonders if she trusts him enough to do so. Itachi's gaze has already studied the two moles on your back when he finally steps into the water. He makes sure you are not facing that peephole for long when he calls for you, indirectly making you turn around while his body likes the feeling of hot water over his skin, undoing all his tensed muscles in his legs and back. Even when he has covered the area with a soundproof shield, even when he has closed his eyes, his sensations are at an all-time high under his Sharingan. He can hear the sounds of men in the bath on the other end of the wall, snickering and scheming next to the peephole, wondering what 'beauty' they will see today. But that is not what stills Itachi. It is the sensation he feels over his face under his Sharingan. It is the familiar small warm hands wandering along the line of his jaw that he can feel inside his mind. Itachi does not move. And surprisingly, neither does his mind. No more calculations are happening in his head when he feels the fingers drop from his jaw to his neck, feeling the curve on his Adam's apple to the little dip down. He can smell you on him. Your redolence is seemingly bringing a positive rush inside his brain, while the sensation of your fingers grows substantially, slowly crawling down the middle of his chest. Lazily reading his abdomen, the fingers do not seem to stop, aiming right for the treasure trail.

He has underestimated the power of an empath.

And gradually, Itachi realises the boldness of those fingers is not the only thing growing. "Look at those breasts! Hohoho! We have won the lottery today!" the whispers from the other end of the bath resonate in Itachi's ears. Before the pervert at the other end can make sense, red eyes bore right into his, burning them with black fire. Itachi is trying to make sense of the unsettling rage building inside him when his body grabs the mirror, walks back into the water and throws it to the other end, aiming for the pervert. The scream and cries from the other end seem to satiate his fury somewhat, bringing him back to you. He sits next to you this time, trying to balance the remains of his sudden uproar inside him. Your presence does dilute it. But the concern in your eyes seems to create another whirlpool inside him, forcing him to take one much-needed dip inside the water. Coming back up, the fire seems to subside a bit. More so when he sees you watch him with a curious intent. Gradually, his heart feels at ease when you smile, more so when you giggle. "Y/N!!" Nami's voice calls out from somewhere outside the walls. Itachi watches you sit up before looking at him. "I should go," you state before rubbing an itch at the back of your neck, "do you mind...?" Itachi drops his head down, closing his eyes before turning a bit away from you. You get up and rush to the floor to grab a towel and wrap it around you. What you do not realise is the slight blush rushing on Itachi's cheeks as his mind can see your figure clear as day despite taking every precaution. Every fold, every dip, every mole, all those pretty stretch marks as you walk out of the water and those beads in your wrist brush past your curves. "See you at dinner, Itachi-san." You bow before leaving the bath. Itachi finally opens his eyes, his hands locked in one another, arms still resting on his knees, his gaze watching the entrance from where you just left. He sits there for five minutes- maybe more, his fingers playing with the beads- still looking at the doorway, seemingly lost in a thought. His breaths are steady, his eyes are relaxed. There are no noises inside his head. Just the resonating image of you grinning at him with unadulterated kindness reflecting in your eyes. In one collective motion, he gets up and runs his fingers through his hair and the soundproof shield drops down with a whispered pop.

"I have pretended to not notice you for her sake," Itachi announces to the wind. There is a split-second sound of one of the roof tiles shifting before the air goes back to the soothing sound of trickling water. "But if I ever get a whiff of you or anyone in collusion with you intending to harm her-" Itachi barely tilts his head in the direction of the 'loose' roof tile and holds the pause- "this village will know first-hand what Uchiha Itachi is capable of."

#itachi #itachi x reader #itachi x y/n #itachi x you #itachi uchiha #itachi fluff #itachi smut #itachi uchiha fluff #maladaptive ninja returns

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evereinefaust · 3 months

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: Being Naruto's mother is never easy, especially when MC is a single parent raising a troublemaking child. But she loved her son, nonetheless. And on this special day, he wanted her to feel loved as well.

Word Count: 601

You were currently making dinner for your son, Naruto. He's been in many fights nowadays, and he always gets beaten up. You don't know why he acts like that, but there must be a reason behind that. Though he is troublesome, your son is kind and cheerful. Whenever you're upset, he will be by your side to cheer you up.

Today, you are excited to cook the curry for your child. After some time cleaning the apartment, you and Naruto are residing in and buying the needed ingredients for the curry, you are now here, busy in the kitchen. You also ran into problems regarding Naruto while you were in the village. The Hokage summoned you, and then there is some advice coming from other moms.

"No matter what they say, Naruto will still be the same. No one can change him" You sighed and then smiled to yourself. You plan to talk to your son tonight, about his behavior at the academy and to other people. "Mom! I'm back!" Naruto's loud voice echoed inside the apartment.

Finally, the curry is done. "Ah! Naruto dear, welcome back!" You greeted him back while turning the stove off. "Man, I'm starving. That Sasuke is being a jerk today, I'm gonna beat him tomorrow" You heard your son mumbled in the living room, you couldn't help but smile.

"Here! Dinner for today!" You placed the pot down on the table. "Wow! This looks delicious! You're the best mom!" Naruto beamed at you with his eyes full of excitement. "Thanks" You smiled. "Now, let's eat!" You told him then grabbed a spoon.

"Itadakimasu!" Both of you said in unison. Naruto ate his meal with happiness, savoring each flavor of the vegetables. You can't help but smile while watching him eat. "Naruto..." You called him."Yes?" He stopped eating for a while and then looked at you in confusion.

"It's been a while now, and I wanted to talk to you properly and seriously" You took a deep breath. "It's about your attitude towards others. I wonder where you got that, it's just that you always got beaten whenever you come home" You told him, concern in your tone.

He looked down then looked back at you. "They always say that you are a monster because you had the nine-tails in you, and whenever I hear that, I try to defend you from their insults. For me, you're the best mom ever!" Naruto explained, and then he beamed at you during his last sentence. You feel happy because your son is as concerned about you as you are.

"Oh, Naruto! You don't have to do that" You went to him and then hugged him, tears filling your eyes. "But I have to! They are insulting my mom, after all," He protested. "It's okay, son. If you say that I'm the best, then I'll ignore their insults" You pulled away from him then flashed a heartwarming smile.

"Yes!" He nodded. "Oh, I forgot! This is for you, mom!" He perked up and then got something from his back. "What is that?" You asked him. "A gift!" He responded with a bright smile on his face. You accepted his gift and then unwrapped the wrapper.

"Oh my gosh, Naruto! Thank you!" You placed a hand on your mouth as you tried not to cry. Naruto bought you a silver necklace with a heart locket. "Happy Mother's day!" He said as you hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Naruto!" You cried on his back. "No problem!" He grinned.

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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt9}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: descriptions of panic attacks, hints at religious trauma Word count: 1514 Taglist: @ashy-kit @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife-simpaccount @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @exotic-iris13 @goldsainz @hiireadstuff @iloveneteyam @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj @szobosz @vellicora @ystrolllll

Part 9 of the Mamma Mia series

Mark somehow manages to get your body to move, speaking to you in hushed tones. The words aren’t even registering at this point, but the sound of his voice helps calm you down. You hear Mark talk to someone, and looking up you spot Mick who shoots you a concerned glance, before nodding and rushing off into the garage.

“Okay sweetheart, let’s get you inside okay?” Mark murmurs and guides you to the hospitality building. The aircon feels nice after being outside in the heat and you slump down onto the nearest seat. Mark hands you an opened water bottle, instructing you to take slow sips. He looks up at something outside before crouching down.

“I will be right back, but I need to talk to someone okay?” You nod, before taking another sip. Mark presses a kiss against your temple before going back outside. You feel eerily calm now that you’re back indoors. No panic, no sadness, just.. Nothing. Logically you know your brain is protecting you by shutting down any and all emotions. Taking another sip, you look outside and see Mark in deep conversation with Toto and Lewis’ engineer, Bono. You frown a little when Bono follows Mark inside to where you are while Toto goes back to the garage. You can see Bono’s mouth move as he talks to you but it feels like you’re underwater.

“... Looks like he’ll be back for Austin.”

“Wait, what?” you ask, fighting the urge to shake your head to clear the fog.

“Kevin and Lewis are in the medical tent. Sweetheart, did you hear me? They’re alive.”

“They-..” The rest of the words get caught in your throat as Mark’s words echo in your head. Relief floods through you as it sinks in that both of them made it out of their cars. However, that relief is quickly joined by the realisation that you need to talk to them, need to tell all three of them how you feel about them –truthfully this time.

“Can I go-.. Can I see them?” you ask, eyes moving from Bono to Mark. Mark nods, holding out his hand.

“I’ll take you.”

Taking a deep breath, you follow Mark into the medical centre. It looks more impressive than it is; while there are a few doctors on sight, it essentially functions as a more aesthetically pleasing version of the first aid tent you’d find at any festival. Mark easily navigates the two of you to the wing where the drivers would be taken to, tucked away to avoid paparazzi from taking photos. Anxiety simmers under your skin, like an itch you can’t scratch. You can’t help but keep going over the what ifs –what if you bare your soul to them and they say no? You know it’s not fair to them to hope they will still want you, not after the hell you put them through, but at the same time you wonder if you can take it if they refuse you. Only one way to find out, you hear Jasmine say as you round the corner. Your breath gets caught in your lungs as you see Kevin and Lewis lounging on the hospital beds, chatting with Mark who already entered.

“Oh thank god,” you sigh, relief washing over you a second time. Your legs feel weak but you force yourself to keep moving. A part of you wants nothing more than to walk straight into their arms but you can’t. Not before you tell them everything you should have said weeks ago. You can feel their eyes on you, Mark shooting you a worried glance and moving to comfort you. Biting your lip, you shake your head.

“No, I-.. I need to say something first.” You wrap your arms around yourself as you look at the ceiling.

“When I saw the crash I feared the worst. For a long moment I thought I had lost you and that I would never get to tell you-.. Tell you that- that I lied. I lied in Suzuka. I said that I feel nothing but that’s not true,” you start, unable to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. Tilting your head, you look at the three men before continuing. “Because it’s easier –safer to be alone and to not admit to my feelings because if I admit that I not only have feelings, but that I am in love, that opens me up for the worst kind of pain. And then I thought you had died and somehow that felt even worse than any potential heartbreak ever could feel. So, I am in love. God, I am so in love with you, all three of you and that terrified me because I can’t. That’s not how romance novels work and so I lied because how can I choose? How can I love three men at once? I shouldn’t, and yet I do and how- how can you love me? How can I ask that you-... I feel like it makes me a terrible person because it’s greedy but I can’t- I can’t choose. Please, don’t make me choose.” You know you’re rambling now, probably repeating the same thing over and over again. Your heart is hammering against your chest and as fear sinks its claws into your body, it becomes increasingly more difficult to catch your breath. It’s quiet for all of a heartbeat before Mark takes you in his arms, and something breaks while simultaneously being put back together, which is a confusing emotion to experience. You had expected the worst, as you so often do when it comes to love because that’s the default; it’s all you’ve known ever since you first heard your parents shout at one another yet stay together in loathing because divorce was never an option in the eyes of the church.

“Breathe, baby. In and out, slowly.. There you go, sweetheart,” Mark says, brushing your tears away with his thumb as you take slow breaths. Mark keeps your face cradles in his hands as his eyes search yours.

“I need you to hear me okay? There is nothing that could make me not love you. I have loved you for a decade, and I will love you for every decade that’s yet to come. This doesn’t change that.”

“I love you too,” you whisper, watching how his lips curl up in a smile as his eyes soften with adoration at your words. Mark presses a kiss to your forehead before letting go of your face.

“Like I said in Copenhagen, I picture us when I picture my future. I didn’t expect that to be the four of us, but it doesn’t change my feelings for you,” Kevin says, making you turn to look at him.

“Oh, Kev, I love you too,” you reply, making your way over to where he is resting against the pillows. Kevin smiles up at you as you give him a quick peck.

“And like I said, as long as I get to call you mine, it’ll be worth it. I don’t love them the way you do, My, but it also wouldn’t feel right not to share this with them,” Lewis adds, taking your hand before pulling you down so he can kiss you. Mark joins the three of you, resting his hands on your hips as he lets you lean against him. Closing your eyes, you take a moment to process all of this.

“What’s gonna happen next?” you whisper.

“Right now, I am going to take you back to Mercedes so you can get your stuff and then I am taking you to the hotel for dinner and a good night’s sleep. And then in the morning we are going to sit down and figure out next steps, how does that sound?” Mark offers, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.

“Like a plan,” you reply quietly, still feeling overwhelmed by this revelation.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, elskede,” Kevin says, pulling you closer for a proper kiss. As soon as he lets go of you, Lewis takes you in his arms to give you another kiss. By the time you’re headed out the door, you feel a little light-headed by all the love and affection. Mark chuckles, taking your hand in his.“Better get used to it sweetheart, I have a feeling we’ll be all over you to make up for lost time.” Somehow the prospect of the three of them wanting to show how much they love you doesn’t fill you with anxiety the way it used to. If anything it makes you feel giddy. For a brief moment you allow yourself to ignore the logistics of dating three people at once who barely spend enough time in the same country to go to dinner once a week, how this is going to be a PR nightmare for the teams involved; all of that can wait till morning. Right now you just want to enjoy the fact that you’re so disgustingly in love, and what’s more: they love you too.

I know for sure that there's one person not best pleased with this outcome. Are they all idiots for forgiving her? Maybe. But I never said love is rational

Massive thank you to @curiousthyme for being my beta reader once more 🥰

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Just one more part and an epilogue left now, I can't believe this fic is coming to an end already

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