#sasuke headcanons

[junwhispers]

Naruto headcanons

✨️When they were first physically attracted to you✨️

Suggestive, 18+

Characters: Kakashi, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Gaara, Kiba, Naruto, Rock Lee

Kakashi

- when you teased him for the first time

- he was caught off guard

- a little piece of work making fun of him with that spark in your eye

- him, the king of teasing

- it was like your playful voice went straight to his dick

- and from that moment, everything between you was electric

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Sasuke

- he's used to that kind of attention, and it’s always made him slightly uncomfortable

- the whole last Uchiha, mysterious boy with a tragic past thing being seen as attractive just made him sick

- like his trauma was reduced to a sexy quirk

- so when you genuinely try to get to know him, it's like a breath of fresh air

- he finally feels like he can let his guard down without you throwing yourself at him

- and that's the secret — the thing that lets him start looking at you differently

- it takes a little while, but then he catches himself thinking your smile is beautiful

- looking into your eyes starts to make him feel a certain way

- he notices how your body moves, and it starts doing things to him

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Shikamaru

- at first, he just thinks you're attractive — like, objectively — and treats it like a neutral fact

- "pretty face, nice body” — sometimes he catches himself staring too long at your thighs or your ass, or how your soft hair falls over your shoulders

- but then you’re hanging out and you hit him with a clever joke

- that’s when things shift — when he starts to feel hot around you

- he gets curious, wants to know you better

- and finds himself lowkey waiting for you to show up

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Naruto

- when he makes a fool of himself, the usual response is scolding (or getting smacked by Sakura)

- so when you laugh or join in instead — he immediately feels drawn to you

- he can be fully himself with you (well, he would be anyway, but it feels good)

- and something about your laugh is just… hot

- hot enough that he suddenly wants to make you laugh all the time

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Gaara

- he falls for you quickly

- it’s almost like love at first sight for him

- something about you just tugs at the strings of his soul in all the right ways

- he wants to look at you all the time

- and just hold you

- and then he gets to know you better and realizes how perfectly your looks reflect your soul

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Kiba

- no surprise — the first thing he notices is your scent

- and his nose usually tells him right away whether he’ll vibe with someone or not

- with you? instant attraction, even before seeing you

- one time, he caught your scent mid-training while in half-beast mode and had to rush home to take a long, cold shower

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Rock Lee

- he definitely has a soft spot for pretty faces

- and sometimes he gets carried away when he meets a cute shinobi

- with you, it starts the same — he completely loses his head because you’re just so prettyyyy

- but for real attraction, he needs emotional closeness — so it comes with time, once he gets to know you and starts to feel things

[ettawrites]

Naruto men and some of their sex quirks

Including: Naruto, Gaara, Sasuke, Kakashi, and Shikamaru

Warning- NSFW + implied women reader

Naruto

A man who’s more romantic than you’d thought. He’s gentle, even when he’s twisting your nipple between his fingers or when threading your hair from behind you as he fucks you deeper.

Yet he’s cheeky too, of course he is. He’ll pull the band of your panties, snapping it against your hip to draw a gasp from you. “What? … if you want me to stop you can just take ‘em off,”

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Sasuke

A man that craves praise, oh you like when he slides his tongue against your folds? You bet he’s gonna make you beg for it next time, god complex.

Jealous jealous jealous…He sees you talking to a guy earlier that day? That same night he’ll make you whimper that he’s the only man that can fuck you right, the only man that can give you what you really want. “I’m not jealous, I just know I can fuck-“ he thrusts deep,“-You better, huh,”

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Kakashi

Sex is great, but what makes it better is when he has you on your stomach, fucking you from behind so good as you read him icha icha. And if you stop, he’ll stop with the most devilish smirk. “Come on baby, keep reading I wanna hear that pretty voice of yours,”

Also a man who loves outfits, he’ll splurge for sure his pay checks on new skimpy outfits for his gorgeous wife. He’ll love to rip the fabric, like a starved man who hasn’t seen you for months- the last time you guys fucked was that morning.

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Shikamaru

Morning wood everyday. Every. Single. Day. He’ll cuddle up close behind you, his clothed dick pushed right up against your plush ass. His fingers slide into your undergarments, lazily teasing your clit.

He wants you on top 85% of the time. “Get on top,” he’ll be blunt, sitting on the couch with a sodoku puzzle in his hand. But when he does choose to be on top, it’s brain mush worthy. Knees pushed right up to your chest, his chain slapping against your cheek.

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Gaara

Definitely likes to fuck you in his office, on a rare occasion but it does happen. If he finds the bedroom getting too boring, you’ll be in the next night, bent over his desk- he’ll even wear the kazekage robe.

“Shh, my love,” he’ll whisper in your ear, footsteps ascending outside the closed but not locked door. His thick fingers pressing inside your mouth to keep your quiet as he continues his relentless thrusts that hit you in every right place. “Be good for your lord, yeah?”

[eiloveir]

→﹐naruto imagines !

naruto men and their jealous streaks

genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff—very romantic

characters: uzumaki naruto, uchiha sasuke, nara shikamaru, gaara

warnings: none, aside from the potential cringe and the relationship dynamics

author’s note: this idea sprang from a post i saw on pins (again)

uzumaki naruto

“is everything alright? you seem a bit off,” you asked him, concern evident in your voice. he had been his usual cheerful self, but when you both said your goodbyes to the people of sunagakure, his behavior had shifted dramatically. he hadn’t uttered a single word since then, and his silence was starting to worry you. You couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to cause this sudden change in him. but he didn’t answer right away. instead, he folded his arms across his chest and slouched slightly, his shoulders sagging. he turned to look at you, his eyes holding is something else you couldn’t quite place. his mouth was set in a pout, lips pursed tightly, making it clear that he was upset about something. his expression was a far cry from his usual upbeat and energetic self.

“you don’t do that with me...” he mumbled under his breath, but his voice was just loud enough for you to hear. “the... what?” you asked, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. you could sense the tension emanating from him as he shifted uncomfortably beside you. his eyes flitted towards you, searching for some sign that you were pretending not to understand. when he realized that your confusion was genuine, he let out a sigh and averted his gaze. “why do you talk with him that way?” you blinked in surprise, taken aback by his sudden question. his behavior was so unlike his usual self, and you struggled to understand the root of his discomfort. “what do you mean?” you asked, trying to grasp the meaning behind his words. his sulky demeanor was puzzling, leaving you to wonder why he was so unsettled over what seemed like a minor issue. naruto fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable with having to vocalize his romantic feelings. he toyed with the hem of his jacket, his gaze fixed on the ground. “when you talk to him,” he began hesitantly, “it’s different. you’re... softer, kinder, almost like you’re more patient with him. it feels like... like you don’t talk to me that way.” as his words sank in, you began to understand what made him act like that. seeing him like this, open and hurt, tugged at your heart. you reached out, gently placing a reassuring hand on his arm, “naruto,” you said softly, “you mean a lot to me. i had no idea i was speaking differently to him. maybe it’s just because i’m trying to be respectful. but that doesn’t mean you’re any less important to me. you have a special place in my heart, always." he lifted his gaze to meet yours, his eyes reflecting a roller coaster of emotions—relief, doubt, and hope. a small, hesitant smile began to form on his lips, and he leaned in slightly, seeking the comfort and reassurance of your presence. “really?” “really,” you confirmed, giving his arm a squeeze. “you’re special to me in ways you can’t even imagine.” his expression softened further, and he let out a deep breath, as if releasing the jealousy he had been carrying. his earlier sulkiness melted away, replaced by a shy, contented smile that made your heart flutter. he leaned closer, resting his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he sought solace in your closeness.

uchiha sasuke

“i’m not upset,” he said, though his tone betrayed him completely. the words were delivered within a composed manner, but beneath the surface, there was an edge—a trace of irritation that he was trying, and failing, to mask with an air of indifference.

you watched him closely, your own expression of skepticism. raising an eyebrow, you crossed your arms over your chest in a gesture that was both defensive and doubtful. his posture was a clear signal that you weren’t buying into his attempt at denial. “sure,” you replied, your voice thick with irony and disbelief. “you’re not upset.”

he exhaled a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh, slowly turning his head away from your gaze. “i’m fine,” he insisted again, though his voice lacked the strength and certainty it usually carried, betraying his true state. the rigid tension in his shoulders and the way his stance became unnaturally tense suggested he was preparing for a confrontation he was clearly not eager to face. an air of unease enveloped him, and it was impossible for you not to be drawn to the sight of this usually composed uchiha, now so visibly disturbed. the very essence of his discomfort piqued your curiosity, making you wonder what could have unsettled him.

you tilted your head, examining him with a more scrutinizing gaze. although his expression remained a carefully maintained mask of neutrality, his eyes—dark and turbulent—spilled secrets of struggle he could scarcely conceal. despite his repeated claims of being fine, it was evident that something was troubling him. with a decision to probe a bit more, you leaned in slightly, a mischief dancing at the corners of your mouth. “you know, for someone who insists they’re not upset, you’re coming across as unusually grumpy right now.”

sasuke’s response was immediate. his eyes momentarily flashed with irritation, and he shot you a look — powerful enough to make most people instinctively retreat. “i’m not grumpy," he snapped back, but the low, grumbling quality of his voice did little to support his assertion. the sharpness and defensiveness in his tone only served the truth of what you had already surmised—something had clearly gotten under his skin, and he was making a strenuous effort to conceal his discomfort.

you let out a soft chuckle, feeling a strange sort of affection for his defensiveness. it wasn’t every day that sasuke allowed himself to lower his guard enough to show his true feelings, and it was even rarer for him to be visibly unsettled by something that seemed so minor. this glimpse into a side of him that was usually hidden from view brought a sense of pleasure to the moment. “it’s actually kind of charming,” you teased, your eyes dancing with amusement as you took in his uncharacteristic display of emotion.

sasuke’s glare grew more intense, yet you couldn’t miss the subtle blush that began to rise on his cheeks in response to your words. he swiftly turned his head, clearly attempting to conceal his embarrassment. “shut up,” he muttered, though his voice was softer than usual, lacking its typical edge. the vulnerability in his tone tugged at your heart, even as you maintained your playful teasing.

you couldn’t help but grin, feeling an irresistible urge to push his buttons a bit more. there was something endearing about seeing sasuke, who usually projected an air of composed detachment and aloofness, becoming flustered over something so seemingly insignificant. it was clear to you now that his irritation wasn’t just a reaction to your teasing but stemmed from a more personal place. perhaps he was feeling a a pang of jealousy—an emotion he rarely displayed openly. seeing him struggle to maintain his usual facade while clearly bothered by the situation made the moment all the more entertaining. “aw, come on, sasuke. don’t be like that,” you said, your tone light and playful. “it’s okay to admit that you’re jealous, you know.”

at the mention of jealousy, sasuke’s head jerked back towards you, his eyes widening in surprise and a blush crept across his cheeks. “jealous?” he said, clearly flustered by embarrassment. “what do i have to be jealous about?”

you shrugged casually, maintaining your smile as you observed him with a keen eye. “you tell me,” you replied in a calm and tone, “it seems like there’s something bothering you, or should i say, someone bothering you?” you added with a teasing edge, your gaze fixed on him, searching for any subtle hints that might reveal the true cause of his agitation.

sasuke’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and he tried to mask his embarrassment with a scowl. “i’m not jealous,” he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest in a defiant gesture. yet, his reluctance to meet your gaze betrayed him, making him appear almost like a child caught in a lie, desperately clinging to his facade. you couldn’t help but smirk, clearly seeing through his tough exterior. “really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful glint in your eye. “then why do you get all grumpy whenever i talk to someone else?” you took a step closer, closing the gap between you. the warm, charged atmosphere between you made his struggle to maintain composure all the more evident. sasuke’s glare deepened, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—something that resembled uncertainty. “i don’t get grumpy,” he growled, his voice a low, petulant rumble. yet, as he spoke, you noticed the way his jaw tightened and the slight tremor in his hands as he clenched them into fists. you snickered, thoroughly entertained by his defensiveness. “oh, you do, actually,” you countered, taking another step closer. the warmth radiating from him and the thick tension in the air made the moment feel charged. “you get all moody and irritable when i talk to other people. it’s kind of adorable.” sasuke’s eyes widened at your comment, and for a brief moment, he seemed lost for words. “what do you mean ‘adorable’?” he snapped, his voice rising slightly in pitch. you moved even closer, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. “well, it’s cute seeing you all pouty and jealous,” you said, batting your eyelashes at him in an exaggerated manner. the playful teasing seemed to throw sasuke off balance, and he took a small step back. sasuke’s face flushed even more as you continued to tease him. he opened his mouth to retort, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. “i’m not pouting,” he protested weakly, though the pout in his voice was undeniable. the vulnerability in his eyes made your heart skip a beat. you chuckled, thoroughly enjoying his reaction. “oh, you definitely are,” you said, closing the final distance between you until you were standing right in front of him. reaching out, you gently tapped his nose with your finger, a gesture that made him flinch slightly. for a moment, sasuke looked like he was about to argue further, but then he seemed to deflate, his shoulders slumping in defeat. his cheeks were still burning with embarrassment, but he finally relented. “fine,” he muttered, looking down at the ground to avoid your gaze. “i am jealous. okay?” he took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. when he spoke again, his voice was soft, almost hesitant. “it’s just... whenever you talk to someone else, i can’t help but feel annoyed. like they’re taking your attention away from me.” his admission was quiet and vulnerable, making your heart ache with a mixture of sympathy and affection. sasuke’s gaze finally lifted to meet yours, and you saw the sincerity in his eyes. “i don’t want to feel like this,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “but i can’t help it. it’s like... i want you all to myself.”

nara shikamaru

shikamaru’s gaze was sharp, a steely glint in his dark eyes that pierced through the quiet hum of the room. his brow furrowed, deepening the lines on his forehead, and his lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line. the weight of his scrutiny was noticable, and it felt as though the very air between you crackled with an unspoken accusation. he stood with an air of nonchalance that belied the tension simmering beneath his calm exterior, his arms crossed firmly over his chest in a stance that spoke of both confrontation and a subtle, guarded defensiveness. his fingers tapped impatiently against his biceps, a gesture that conveyed his agitation despite his otherwise relaxed posture. “the hell was that?” he demanded, the question hung in the air. the way he pronounced the words made it clear he was not merely curious but genuinely perturbed. it was as if he had caught you in the middle of deception and now sought an explanation that you were not entirely prepared to offer. his tone had a biting edge to it, the kind that suggested he was not in the mood for excuses or evasions. you stood there, attempting to maintain a façade of innocence, though you could feel the telltale signs of discomfort creeping into your demeanor. the corners of your mouth twitched ever so slightly, a smirk that you struggled to suppress. you knew exactly what he was referring to, the stunt you had pulled earlier—a move so calculated and audacious that it was almost as if you had choreographed it with the intention of provoking a reaction. the very thought of his jealousy bubbling beneath the surface was almost amusing, though you maintained your composure with practiced ease. “what?” you replied, feigning ignorance with a slowness, the memory of the earlier incident was so distant that you needed to retrieve it from the recesses of your mind. the subtle arch of your eyebrows and the slight widening of your eyes were all part of the act, a display of confusion that was more theatrical than genuine. his eyes narrowed further, and his expression hardened as he stared you down. the slight twitch in his jaw betrayed his struggle to contain his irritation, and the silence that followed was thick with the tension of unspoken words. he seemed to be grappling with his emotions—jealousy and frustration—as he waited for your response. “the thing you did earlier,” his gaze remained fixed on you, a demand for an explanation that would either placate his concerns or further ignite his displeasure. the accusation was implicit, wrapped in the layers of his carefully controlled demeanor, and it was clear that he was waiting for you to explain mystery behind your earlier actions.

his words caught you off guard, making your heart skip a beat as if it had been yanked into a sudden stop. the intensity in his gaze revealed that he was acutely aware of the event that had taken place earlier. you knew, with a feeling, that he was referring to the kiss you had planted on choji’s cheek—a mischievous act that you and the others had planned with the intention of testing his reaction. it was a prank meant to stir up some emotions and see if shikamaru could be nudged out of his usually imperturbable demeanor. your own curiosity had driven you to participate, intrigued by the prospect of seeing the usually unflappable strategist display a hint of jealousy. tilting your head slightly to one side, you allowed a coy smile to surface, a playful glint in your eyes that you hoped would mask your true understanding of the situation. “what stunt? i just gave choji a friendly kiss on the cheek,” you said, the words slipping out with feigned innocence. even as you spoke, you could feel the tightrope of deception you were walking on, knowing full well the motive behind your action.

“yeah, sure,” he said, the sarcasm in his tone sharp and unmistakable. “because kissing someone on the cheek is a completely normal way to be friendly.” His voice dripped with disdain, the sarcasm was heavy, the sort that carried an implicit critique of your attempt to trivialize the situation. his eyes narrowed, a storm of emotions flickering within his gaze.

you could not help but chuckle, a sound that was part amusement, part nervousness. the realization that shikamaru was not fooled by your act was relief and further tension. his reaction was as potent as you had hoped, the jealousy you had intended to provoke now clearly visible in his demeanor. “okay, okay, you caught me,” you admitted with a playful sigh, raising your hands in a gesture of mock surrender. the smirk on your face widened as you leaned slightly forward, your shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter. “it was just a prank.”

his expression softened just slightly as he rolled his eyes with exasperation. his arms, still crossed tightly over his chest, seemed to loosen a bit, though the trace of annoyance remained etched on his face. “a prank, huh?” “yeah, a harmless one,” you replied with a playful smile dancing on your lips, trying to diffuse the tension. “sakura, ino, and i thought it’d be funny to see if we could make you jealous.”

a small frown tugged at the corners of his mouth—his gaze, however, remained locked onto you with a level of intensity that suggested he was not entirely dismissing the matter. “and was it funny?” he questioned, it was pointed, as though he was challenging you to justify the prank, to explain whether it had indeed succeeded in its aim of provoking a reaction. you couldn’t help but tease, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “well, it’s a bit entertaining seeing you get all worked up,” you admitted with a grin, “but i didn’t mean to make you feel anything other than jealousy, and i wouldn’t do anything to hurt you intentionally.” the reassurance came with a warm tone, you wanted to ensure that despite the prank’s impact, your intentions had never been to cause genuine harm or distress. “not like it meant anything?” he repeated, his voice rising slightly, “you’re my girlfriend. i don’t appreciate other guys getting close to you like that, even if they’re just friends.” the words came out more forcefully than he probably intended. you raised an eyebrow at his overt display of jealousy, a small, secretive thrill running through you. the fact that your plan had worked was evident in his reaction, and you couldn’t help but take a bit of pleasure in seeing him so visibly affected. “is someone getting a little possessive?” you teased, stepping closer to him with a confident stride. you traced a finger along the collar of his shirt.

his eyes narrowed further at your touch, though a subtle hint of a blush began to creep up his cheeks. he seemed to be fighting a smile, the struggle apparent in the tight line of his lips and the faint flush of color on his face. “i’m just saying, you don’t see me going off and kissing any girls on the cheek, do you?” he retorted, his voice lowering slightly as if he were trying to keep his irritation in check. you laughed, thoroughly enjoying the playful exchange. “well, maybe you should. it’s not like i would get jealous or anything,”

he rolled his eyes, clearly not buying into your facade. “oh, please. you’d be mad as hell if i went around kissing other girls.”

gaara

gaara had always considered himself immune to jealousy or the idea of love itself, believing that such emotions were beyond his reach. that was, until you entered his life, almost as if scripted by fate. your presence stirred feelings within him that he had long thought inaccessible. now, he found himself grappling with an unsettling jealousy when he witnessed you and his brother, kankuro, engaging in playful banter right before him. he made a conscious effort to disregard the lively interactions between you and kankuro, attempting to ignore the way you both teased each other so effortlessly. yet, despite his best efforts, he could not suppress the rising tide of jealousy and possessiveness coursing through him. the sight of you laughing and enjoying yourself in kankuro’s company felt like a painful irritant, no matter how hard he tried to remain indifferent. his fists tightened into clenched knots as he observed you from the periphery of his vision. as kankuro’s teasing continued, gaara's frustration only intensified. he attempted to dismiss his growing irritation, but the heat in his cheeks and the tension in his jaw betrayed his internal struggle. eventually, gaara could no longer tolerate the scene unfolding beside him. the casual, affectionate banter between you and kankuro became unbearable, prompting him to rise from his seat, unable to mask his growing annoyance any longer.

“kankuro, knock it off,” he snapped, his voice taut with irritation. the lively, carefree banter between you and kankuro came to an abrupt halt, and the room fell into a heavy silence. the air was thick with the sudden tension that gaara’s commanding tone had injected. kankuro’s smirk faltered for a split second as he turned his attention to his brother, his expression shifting to one of feigned innocence. “oh, come on, bro. we’re just having a little fun,” kankuro said, his voice oozing with casual nonchalance. you looked up at gaara, your heart thudding in your chest. his reaction was intense, a side of him you hadn’t seen before. his irritation was noticable, and it was evident that he was struggling to mask the emotions simmering beneath the surface. gaara’s jaw tightened, his features hardening as he fixed a steely gaze on kankuro. “cut it out, kankuro. you’re being annoying,” he said, voice devoid of warmth and edged with frustration. the sharpness in his tone cut through the room, making it clear that he was no longer in the mood for light-hearted banter. kankuro raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face as he leaned back in his seat with exaggerated nonchalance. “oh, am i annoying you, lil bro? it seems like someone’s feeling a bit jealous…” gaara’s irritation flared, his fists clenching into tight, white-knuckled balls. he turned to face kankuro fully, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. “i’m not jealous,” he asserted, though the strained quality of his voice betrayed the falsehood in his declaration. kankuro’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on his brother. “oh really? then why are you so worked up? you’re practically vibrating with anger.” his face flushed with ffrustration and embarrassment. he knew kankuro’s words were striking close to the truth, but admitting it felt like a defeat he wasn’t willing to accept. “that’s beside the point!” he snapped, his voice rising in volume. “just stop being such an idiot and leave us alone.” kankuro leaned back even further, crossing his arms and adopting an exaggeratedly thoughtful pose. “‘us? so it’s ‘us’ now?” he noticed the shift in your expression, the slight frown on your lips, and his grin grew wider, clearly reveling in the situation. sensing that the situation was escalating further, kankuro decided to heed gaara’s command. “alright, alright, i get it,” he said, raising his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. “my bro’s here is getting a bit too worked up for my taste. i know when i’m not wanted.” with a cheeky grin and a playful wink aimed directly at you, he made his exit, the door closing behind him with a soft click that seemed to echo in the now quiet room. with kankuro gone, the atmosphere in the room felt almost eerily still. the laughter and playful energy that had filled the space were replaced by a heavy, uncomfortable silence. gaara’s gaze remained fixed on the empty space where kankuro had been, his jaw still clenched tightly. after a tense moment of silence, gaara finally turned to face you. “sorry about that,” he muttered, his voice softer than before. he seemed unsure of how to handle the sudden shift in the dynamic between you two. you took a step closer, your eyes filled with concern. you reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm, your touch tender and soothing. “it’s okay, gaara,” you said softly, your voice carrying a warmth meant to reassure him. “i didn’t realize it would bother you so much.” gaara shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, his eyes darting back to you. “i didn’t mean to overreact,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a quieter, more vulnerable tone. “it’s just… i don’t like seeing you so close to someone else. it makes me feel… unsettled.” a small, understanding smile touched your lips as you moved even closer, your hand gently cupping his cheek. “gaara, you don’t have to be jealous. you know i care about you deeply,”

his eyes softened at your reassurance, the tension in his posture easing slightly. “i know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “it’s just hard for me sometimes. i haven’t felt like this before, and it’s… new.” you nodded, the vulnerability in his confession resonating deeply with you. “it’s new for me too,” you admitted, your thumb gently brushing against his cheek. “but i want you to know that you’re the one i choose. you’re important to me, and that won’t change.”

[softsusanoo]

Jealousy, Jealousy (18+)

summary: the heat of battle had long since faded, but the tension between you never had. It clung to the quiet moments—unspoken, sharp-edged, and waiting. When Team Taka paused for a single night of rest, beneath a sky washed in twilight and steam rising from ancient stone, you thought you might finally breathe. But some silences burn hotter than war. And when eyes linger too long, when touches hover just a moment more—something always breaks. Or claims.

pairing: sasuke x female reader

genre: smut

word count: 6,9k

warnings: mixed gender bathing (konyoku onsen setting), flirty suigetsu hozuki, power dynamics, dom!sasuke, rough intercourse, semi-dubcon elements, spanking / biting / marking, unspoken feelings, anal, possessive sasuke uchiha

The path narrowed beneath your boots, winding like a quiet thought through the cedar forest. Soft light filtered through the high canopy, gold pooling at the roots of trees and brushing the worn earth in patches. Somewhere ahead, the sound of water echoed—lazy, unhurried, spilling down stone and vanishing into moss. Evening hadn’t fully arrived, not yet, but it lingered at the edges. The kind of hour that felt like an exhale after holding your breath too long.

You could feel the change in the air.

It wasn’t the cold, though that crept in, subtle as a fingertip against your neck. It was the hush. The way the forest quieted around the five of you. Like it, too, knew this wasn’t a mission. No blood, no orders, no chase. Just a rare pause in the endless current you’d been swept into since joining Team Taka. Since aligning yourself with something that felt darker than you could name, but never cold enough to leave.

Leaves shifted underfoot as you walked, their dry crackle giving rhythm to your steps. Jugo moved steadily a few paces ahead, his silence steadying—like stone at the heart of a storm. Karin followed closely behind him, muttering something about the mineral content of the spring and how it would ruin her hair. You’d half-listened, smiling once when she’d sighed dramatically and tugged her cloak tighter around her shoulders. She had a flare for discomfort, made it sound romantic.

Suigetsu was at your side. Of course he was.

He walked like the world owed him something, his hands folded behind his head, blades strapped lazily at his hip, his grin a little too sharp for how soft the forest looked in the fading light. “You know,” he started, the drawl in his voice already a provocation, “you could’ve walked closer to me earlier. I don’t bite.” You gave him a sideways glance, mouth quirking before you could stop it. “That’s rich, coming from a guy made of water.” He laughed, low and pleased. “Water can be dangerous, you know. Especially when it gets into places it shouldn't.” You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t walk faster.

The path dipped then rose again, a gentle curve that led toward the steam rising faintly between the trees ahead. You could smell it already—warm minerals, damp stone, the barest trace of sulfur. The onsen was real. After days of tracking, hiding, running—it was real. Your shoulders sank slightly at the thought, the weight of it slipping lower along your spine.

Suigetsu must’ve caught the change in your posture, because he leaned in closer, voice dropping just enough to brush the shell of your ear. “I bet you’re the type to wear something modest, huh?” His grin curled. “Or maybe not.”

Before you could answer, before you could do more than raise an eyebrow, a sharp glance cut between the trees ahead.

Sasuke.

He hadn’t said a word in the last hour—not since you passed the river crossing where he’d stopped for water and stared at nothing for a heartbeat too long. But now his eyes flicked back toward you and Suigetsu, brief and unreadable, like the shadow of a bird crossing over stone. You felt it more than saw it. A shift in the air. The tension of something held tightly in place. He turned back before either of you could react. But something about the way his jaw tightened said enough.

You tilted your head slightly, just enough for your voice to carry without rising.

“Well, in that case,” you murmured, eyes still on the path ahead, “maybe I won’t wear anything at all.” The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It pulsed—thick with implication, humming in the space between one breath and the next. You didn’t look at Suigetsu, but you could feel him freeze for half a step, then exhale a soft, choked laugh, like he wasn’t sure if you were teasing or tempting. “Damn,” he breathed, grin widening. “Now that’s not fair.”

But it wasn’t his reaction you were listening for. You watched Sasuke’s back instead—watched the way his shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly, like someone had pulled a wire taut beneath his skin. He didn’t glance back this time, didn’t say a word, but the quiet around him deepened. Grew heavier. Like the forest itself had drawn closer to listen.

The trees began to open, just slightly. The path widened to a clearing where the air shimmered with rising heat. Stone steps emerged beneath patches of soft moss, leading up to a split in the terrain. One path veered left, toward the bath; the other bent right and disappeared behind a veil of mist. “Finally,” Karin huffed, adjusting her glasses. “My legs are going to thank me for this.” The clearing opened wider now, the path giving way to weathered stone steps wrapped in creeping moss and low-hanging mist. The smell of mineral water hung thicker in the air—rich, metallic, ancient. It curled into your lungs and settled there like something half-forgotten, something the mountain had been keeping warm for centuries.

A single wooden structure stood tucked between the trees, more shrine than shelter, its beams dark with age and slick with moisture. Lanterns had been lit along the entryway, their soft amber glow pulsing behind pale rice paper. Steam poured from behind the slatted walls in lazy drifts, rising into the fading sky like whispered prayers.

You stepped forward with the others, your body already easing into the idea of stillness. Jugo was the first to disappear inside—silent, respectful, his form folding neatly into the fog. Karin followed, mumbling something about temperature and skin pH under her breath. You caught the flash of her red hair as she vanished behind the curtain. That left the three of you. Suigetsu stretched his arms above his head with an exaggerated groan. “Now this is how a rogue shinobi should live. Hot water, no enemies, and—” he glanced sideways, his smile slanting, “—excellent company.” You raised an eyebrow. “Is that your idea of a mission report?” He laughed. “What can I say? I’m a man of culture.” But again, you weren’t looking at him.

You felt Sasuke more than saw him. A presence just behind your left shoulder, still and silent like a blade balanced on its edge. He hadn’t moved in several heartbeats, and when you finally glanced back, you caught the faintest shimmer of restraint in his posture. Arms crossed. Eyes unreadable. But there was a tightness in the line of his throat. Barely there. Telling, if you knew where to look. You did. “This one’s mixed, by the way,” Suigetsu added as he stepped forward, nudging the curtain aside. “Konyoku. Just the five of us. No rules.” He grinned at you, then shot a glance at Sasuke. “Unless someone wants to make some.”

No answer. Only quiet.

You slipped past the threshold, the air inside warmer, heavy with vapor and old cedar. A small alcove housed baskets and folded towels, a stack of simple cotton robes. You took one without thinking, your fingers brushing damp wood, the grain smooth from years of use. Your skin already tingled with the promise of heat, of letting go.

The quiet in the changing room wasn’t absolute—it shifted with the rustle of fabric, the low clack of hairpins falling into baskets, the sigh of breath held a moment too long. The air was warmer here, rich with cedar and steam curling in from the cracks in the wooden slats. Lantern light flickered softly overhead, washing the space in gold and shadow. You peeled your outer layers away with slow movements, your skin grateful to be free of the weight of travel. Somewhere to your left, Karin cursed under her breath as she tried to untangle her damp cloak from her shoulders. “Honestly,” she muttered, pulling her hair up into a twist, “we track rogue ninja for days, but heaven forbid my jacket comes off without a fight.”

You glanced over, watching as she narrowed her eyes at her reflection in the darkened glass pane nailed above the washstand. Despite the faint flush of travel across her cheeks, she still somehow looked composed—sharp lines, sharper wit. She caught your eye. “You’re not going to pretend you don’t notice, right?” she asked, a sly edge to her voice. “The way Suigetsu’s been circling you all day like a vulture with a crush?” You let the corner of your mouth lift, folding your clothes neatly into the basket beside you. “I’m used to it.” Karin scoffed. “Used to it isn’t the same as uninterested.” You didn’t answer. Not directly. Just reached for the thin cotton robe and slid it over your shoulders, the fabric clinging slightly to the heat of your skin. “He’s not subtle,” you offered finally. “No,” she agreed. “But then again—neither are you.”

You didn’t ask what she meant. The look in her eyes said she wouldn’t answer anyway.

By the time you stepped out into the main corridor, the scent of the spring was already stronger, curling in your lungs, tugging you forward. And Suigetsu was waiting. Leaning against the far wall, shirtless, robe slung low across his hips, a towel carelessly draped around his neck. His silver hair was damp, slicked back and shining faintly in the low light. When he saw you, something in his grin changed—less casual, more focused. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment to arrive. “Well, well,” he said, pushing off the wall with easy grace. “I was starting to think you got lost in there. Shame—I was hoping for a proper entrance.” You raised an eyebrow, walking past him slowly. “You mean, one you could stare at longer?” “Caught me,” he said, unabashed. “And I’m not even sorry.”

You paused near the doorway, letting the steam kiss your skin, letting him look. His gaze wasn’t crude—just hungry. Not for your body exactly, but for the reaction he could draw from you. The game of it. The edge. “I hope,” he added, voice lower now, “you sit next to me in the water. Wouldn’t want this heat to go to waste.” You turned to look at him fully then, your voice quiet but clear.

“Don’t worry, Suigetsu. I run hotter than I look.”

That grin of his? It didn’t falter. But something in his eyes sparked—a flicker of genuine intrigue that sat just beneath the teasing. Then the door slid open, the mist rolled over your ankles like smoke—and the heat of the spring swallowed the rest of your words whole. The steam curled thick around you as you stepped into the spring, heat lapping at your calves, then your waist, drawing a long, low breath from your lungs. The world outside blurred—trees and rocks and sky all swallowed by mist and warmth and the muted hush of water meeting skin. It was the kind of heat that seeped into your bones, softening every edge, every tightly wound muscle. You felt yourself begin to melt.

Jugo sat farther off, shoulders deep in the far end of the pool, head tilted back against stone. His eyes were closed, expression distant—serene, almost. He looked like he belonged to the mountain. Karin was already in, arms propped along a rock ledge, her legs outstretched beneath the surface. The steam clung to her hair, pulled tight in a knot, droplets catching on her glasses. She glanced toward you as you settled nearby and gave a slight eye-roll. “Of all the places to end up together,” she muttered, “it had to be a mixed onsen.”

You didn’t answer. Not because you didn’t have anything to say—but because Suigetsu entered the water just then, with all the subtlety of a crashing wave.

He slid in beside you, grinning like he had already won something you hadn’t agreed to play for. The water rippled out in soft rings as he leaned back against the smooth stone behind you, stretching one arm along the edge behind your shoulders—close enough to feel, not close enough to touch.

“You look like you belong in here,” he said, voice low. “Like you were made for this.” You arched an eyebrow. “Sweating in a pool of hot minerals?” Suigetsu smirked. “I was thinking more along the lines of steam and moonlight.” You didn’t stop the small smile that tugged at your lips. But your gaze shifted—unbidden, instinctive—to the darker shape that had just appeared through the fog. Sasuke.

He moved with his usual quiet—slow, precise, measured. The kind of stillness that drew attention without asking for it. Water barely stirred as he stepped in, his robe discarded somewhere behind the boulders. His hair was damp, clinging to the line of his jaw, the rest of him half-swallowed by shadow and heat. He didn’t look at anyone. He didn’t have to. He settled near the edge, a few paces away from the rest of you, arms resting on the rocks, head turned slightly toward the trees. Like he was listening to something none of you could hear. But you felt his awareness. You felt it like the prickle of heat against your skin—subtle, constant, watchful.

“You know,” Suigetsu said, his voice dipping low as he let himself drift a little closer, “you never actually said if you were serious.” You tilted your head lazily, the warm water lapping at your collarbones, steam curling around your skin like silk. “About what?” He grinned—slow and sharp, eyes flicking over your bare shoulders with open interest.

“That thing you said on the trail.” His voice dropped to something just above a whisper. “About not wearing anything.”

You didn’t look at him, not right away. You let the silence stretch, watched the ripples move across the surface of the spring, and then—very slowly—you turned.

“I didn’t say it to be funny.”

Suigetsu blinked. For once, his cocky grin faltered—just for a heartbeat, before it slipped back into place, softer now. Less a smirk, more a surrender. “Shit,” he breathed, eyes locked on yours. “You're really trying to kill me.”

You smiled, just barely. “Maybe.”

And then—just for the fun of it—you rose a little from the water. Not enough to reveal, only enough to suggest. Just a hint. His breath caught audibly. Across the spring, something shifted in the mist. A presence more than a sound. You didn’t need to look to know it was Sasuke. You felt it. The air around him stilling. The quiet deepening like pressure beneath the surface of a wave. You let your gaze flick toward that shadow—half-concealed by steam and stone—and met eyes darker than the night above. Suigetsu was still watching you like he’d forgotten how to blink.

You settled deeper into the water, letting it rise just below your collarbones, steam curling like breath around your bare skin. The heat was almost dizzying now, soaking into you, flushing your cheeks with something more than temperature. “You know,” he said again, voice rougher this time, low and slow like it might slide against your skin, “I’ve had dreams that start less promising than this.”

You tilted your head, feigning thought. “That so?” He grinned. “Not one of them ended with me keeping my dignity intact, though.” You laughed quietly, the sound escaping before you could stop it. It felt good—unrestrained, warm, like something you hadn’t let yourself feel in weeks. The mountains seemed to echo with it, the trees holding their breath. “And here I thought you didn’t have any dignity to begin with,” you teased. Suigetsu clutched his chest dramatically, letting himself sink lower in the water as if your words had wounded him. “Cruel,” he groaned. “Beautiful, but cruel.”

You were about to reply—something smart, something worse—when you caught it again. That weight. That stillness. You didn’t need to turn your head to feel Sasuke’s gaze brush your skin. It wasn’t intrusive, wasn’t lecherous—nothing like Suigetsu’s playful hunger—but it was there. Focused. Steady. Like he was trying to understand something he couldn’t name. Your eyes flicked toward him—just a glance through the mist. He hadn’t moved. Still half-shadowed, arms folded along the edge of the spring, dark hair clinging to the curve of his neck. But his eyes were on you. He didn’t blink. Didn’t pretend not to see. Didn’t pretend not to care. Something in your chest tugged tight, unexpected.

Before the moment could stretch too long, Karin’s voice cut through the air like a pebble through glass.

“Oh my god, Suigetsu,” she snapped, “would you shut up already?”

You turned just in time to see her pushing herself off the rock ledge, arms sloshing water as she waded a little closer. Her glasses had fogged slightly, but not enough to hide the sharpness in her eyes—or the flush creeping up her neck. “Seriously,” she went on, voice full of acid-sweet disdain. “You’re embarrassing yourself. Again.” Suigetsu didn’t even flinch. “Aw, Karin. Don’t be mad just because the view’s not of you tonight.” Her mouth fell open in outrage. “You slimy little—!”

You started laughing before she could finish, the sound bubbling up unfiltered, a sudden rush of warmth against the thick air. It spilled out of you too easily—honest, unguarded—and for a moment, the tension in your chest loosened completely. Even Karin froze, caught off guard by the shift in your expression. She blinked once, then rolled her eyes so hard you were surprised they didn’t get stuck. “Whatever,” she muttered, turning her back and sloshing away again, muttering something about “morons” under her breath. Suigetsu leaned a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “See? I knew I could make you laugh.” You turned toward him again, amused despite yourself. “Is that your goal? Flirt until I crack?”

“I wouldn’t call it cracking,” he said, watching you from beneath damp lashes. “More like… melting.”

The words lingered in the air between you, sticky and warm as the steam. You were about to reply—something sharp, something clever—when another voice cut in, quieter, colder.

“Suigetsu.”

One word. Flat, steady. But it moved through the haze like a blade.

You turned your head just enough to see Sasuke more clearly now, his form still half-submerged in shadow, arms draped along the edge of the spring, dark eyes narrowed. The steam curled around his shoulders like smoke, and for a moment, he looked less like someone bathing and more like someone waiting for a fight to start.

“Enough,” he said. Calm, but firm. “You’ve made your point.”

Suigetsu blinked, as if surprised to be addressed at all. Then, slowly, that lazy grin of his crept back in place like it had never left. “Come on, Sasuke,” he drawled, stretching his arms out wider across the rocks. “Just appreciating our teammate’s… confidence. You don’t own all the silence around here.” His voice danced with mischief, but there was something else beneath it now. A hint of provocation. As if he knew exactly which threads he was tugging. You didn’t say anything. Just leaned back slightly, the stone cool against your spine, and let your mouth curve into a quiet, knowing smile. Not at Suigetsu. Not at Sasuke. At the space between them.

Sasuke didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. His eyes flicked from Suigetsu to you and held there—just a second longer than necessary. The water rippled softly where his fingers touched the surface, a subtle tension in his jaw that only someone who knew him would have noticed. You tilted your head and met his gaze with deliberate ease. And smiled. Not a challenge. Not an apology. Just a spark. Something unspoken passed between you then—wordless, heatless, deeper than either of you was ready to reach for. And still, Suigetsu chuckled low under his breath, breaking the moment like a ripple through still water. “Careful,” he said lightly, “or I’ll start thinking you’re jealous.” Sasuke didn’t look at him. Didn’t even blink. But you saw it—the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth. Not a smile. Not really. But not nothing, either. And that, somehow, was more satisfying than any reaction you could’ve hoped for. You shifted slightly in the water, letting your shoulder brush Suigetsu’s again, playful and slow, before sinking deeper into the heat with a soft exhale. Let them stew.

After all, the water wasn’t the only thing simmering tonight.

Eventually, Suigetsu’s words began to fade into quieter things. He still grinned, still let his shoulder brush yours once or twice, but even he wasn’t immune to the pull of the onsen’s warmth. The minerals soaked into his muscles, and his voice, once so sharp with flirtation, dulled into a lazy hum, his head tilted back against the stone.

Karin was the first to leave. She mumbled something about “pruney fingers” and needing to dry her hair before it frizzed, shooting you one last look you couldn’t quite read before she climbed out and disappeared behind the bamboo screen. The scent of her perfume lingered faintly behind, floral and acidic. Jugo followed soon after, as quiet in his exit as he had been during the entire soak. He nodded to you in that gentle, solemn way of his, a silent acknowledgment, before slipping out into the cooler night.

And then, it was only the three of you.

The heat had long since sunk into your bones, softening muscle and thought alike. The water curled around you like silk, fragrant with cedar and iron, as if the earth itself was trying to cradle your skin. The quiet between the three of you had grown dense—not uncomfortable, but not empty either. It pulsed softly in the steam. A low hum of awareness.

Eventually, you felt the shift in your own body. The way your limbs, slack with warmth, started to stir beneath the surface. The gentle ache in your shoulders, in your thighs. The knowing that rest had settled long enough.

Time to move.

You exhaled slowly and leaned forward, fingers skimming the surface as you pushed up onto your knees. The water slipped from your body in slow, weighty waves, heat trailing behind like reluctant hands. You rose. Unhurried. Unbothered. Uncovered.

The water rolled off you in long rivulets, catching the lantern light as it traced the curve of your waist, the dip of your spine, the soft weight of your breasts, the swell of your hips. The cool night kissed you instantly, raising goosebumps across your exposed skin, but you didn’t flinch. You welcomed it. Let it draw the heat closer, concentrate it. And you felt them. Both of them.

Suigetsu went very still.

His gaze, no longer teasing, turned liquid—heavy and openly reverent. He didn’t even pretend to look away. His jaw slackened slightly, one hand drifting beneath the surface of the spring, forgotten. He didn’t speak right away, and the silence that followed said more than his usual thousand words ever could. You stepped forward slowly, droplets trailing down the inside of your thigh, across the backs of your knees, and you knew without seeing that every shift of your body was being watched.

And Sasuke—

He hadn’t moved. But his eyes…

You didn’t need to meet them to feel their weight on your skin. Not curious. Not surprised. Just… alert. Fixed.

As if every drop of water clinging to your skin had his attention. As if he was memorizing the exact shape of you in this light, at this hour, like he was afraid it would vanish. Your hand reached for the robe draped neatly over the bamboo rail. The cloth was cool, the texture rougher than you remembered, and for a long moment, you let it hang in your grip—deliberately slow, deliberately still. Behind you, Suigetsu finally spoke, his voice low and thick with awe and something more dangerous. “If that was your exit,” he murmured, “you just ruined every fantasy I’ve ever had.” You paused, hand still resting on the tie of your robe, and glanced over your shoulder—just enough to meet his gaze. A slow, dangerous smile curved your lips. “Then you need better fantasies,” you said softly, voice like smoke. “That was nothing.” Suigetsu made a low sound in his throat—half-laugh, half-groan—but didn’t argue.

The robe slid over your shoulders, clinging faintly to damp skin, outlining more than it hid. You tied it loose, unhurried, and turned slightly—enough to glance over your shoulder. Suigetsu was still staring. He didn't bother to hide it. His expression was open now, unguarded. Almost reverent. Like someone who knew they were witnessing something they had no right to touch. You smiled, just a little. But it wasn’t for him. You shifted your gaze past him, to the stillness coiled in the steam. To Sasuke.

His expression hadn’t changed. Not much. But something in his eyes had darkened—just slightly. Something low and unreadable flickered across his face. A muscle in his jaw ticked, faint as a heartbeat. And he was watching. Not like Suigetsu did—hungry and open and hungry again—but deeper. Quieter. Like he was listening to a secret your body had just confessed. Your smile softened.

You turned fully now, barefoot against the stone deck, heat still clinging between your legs, across your ribs, behind your knees. You gathered your hair in one hand, lifting it from your neck, letting the air cool the damp line of your spine.

The changing room was silent, save for the soft creak of the wood beneath your feet and the distant hush of wind curling through the trees outside. Most of the lanterns had burned low, their light flickering across smooth walls and empty benches. The steam from the onsen still clung faintly to your skin, your robe damp where it rested against your spine. You slipped out of it slowly, letting it fall in a quiet heap at your feet, exposing your body to the cooler air of the room. Your fingers brushed the edge of a clean towel as you reached for it, ready to pat down the lingering heat, to smooth your hair, to return to the calm you’d wrapped around yourself like a second skin.

But then—

Footsteps. Soft. Deliberate. You didn’t flinch. Just let a small grin tug at the corner of your mouth as you tilted your head toward the sound. You didn’t need to turn to guess who it was. “Took you long enough,” you said, voice low, teasing. “Didn’t think you had the balls to follow me, Suigetsu.” No answer. Just silence. And that silence—

It felt different. Heavier.

The grin on your lips faltered, not quite gone, but pausing. The towel in your hands stilled. You straightened, slowly, listening. And then you heard it. The breath behind you. Not rushed. Not eager. Measured. Quiet. Too quiet to be Suigetsu. You had just enough time to turn your head—just a little—before a hand caught your waist and the other braced your shoulder, spinning you gently but firmly toward the nearest wall. Your bare chest met the wood with a soft thud, the grain cool against your heated skin. He stepped in close—closer than breath—and then you knew.

Sasuke.

His presence was unmistakable. Sharp and restrained and heavy like thunder behind the mountains. His body didn’t touch yours fully, not yet, but you could feel the heat of him—like a storm waiting to break.

“Sasuke,” you breathed, surprised, but not afraid. Not even close. His chest pressed against your spine then—solid, steady—and one hand smoothed along your side, fingertips skimming the curve of your waist. Slow. Intentional. Like he was memorizing what others only dared imagine. “I saw the way you looked at him,” he said quietly, voice a dark thread of breath beside your ear. You didn’t move. Not away. “You were watching,” you murmured, a hint of satisfaction in your voice. His hand slid higher, brushing the outer curve of your breast, not quite cupping it—just touching, just claiming. “I always watch.” That made something in your stomach tighten.

You could feel the tension in him, coiled and carefully held back. His fingers traced the line of your hip, the dip of your lower back. He didn’t rush. He didn’t need to. Every inch he touched felt like a quiet confession. “And what exactly are you doing here?” you asked, barely managing the steadiness in your voice. He didn’t answer right away. Just leaned in closer, until his breath grazed your ear and his chest fully met your back. You could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, low and steady, against your spine. “Reminding you,” he said. You smiled—slow, dangerous. “Of what?” He shifted then, one hand bracing the wall beside your head, the other sliding lower, over the swell of your hip. His voice was quiet, almost calm.

“That he can flirt all he wants.” His fingers tightened slightly. “But you’re still mine.”

You inhaled, sharp and shallow. His words weren’t loud. They weren’t boastful. But they burned. You let your head fall back slightly, resting against his shoulder, your bare skin flush against his warmth. His mouth hovered just over your throat now, not quite touching. Not yet. “And here I thought you weren’t the jealous type,” you whispered, just to test him. You felt his breath stutter—just once—against your skin. But his hands didn’t stop. “You’re wrong,” he said simply. “About a lot of things.”

That made you laugh—quiet and breathless. “Maybe I wanted you to see.” He went very still behind you. Then: “I know.”

You turned your head then, just enough to glance at him over your shoulder, your cheek brushing his.

“And what will you do about it?”

His eyes met yours—black, unreadable, burning with something deeper than anger, darker than want. His hand rose, cupping your jaw gently, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. “I’m already doing it,” he said. And then he kissed you. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just deep. Certain. Like he’d already decided—long before this moment—that you were his.

The kiss deepened, slow and consuming, like something long held back. It wasn’t rough. It didn’t need to be. The restraint in it—his restraint—made it burn hotter. Like fire fed through silk. Sasuke’s hand at your jaw shifted, tilting your face just enough to grant him better access, as though even your mouth now belonged to him. His lips moved with purpose, but not urgency—like he had all the time in the world to unmake you.

You were still pressed to the wall, the wood cool against your chest, a grounding contrast to the heat blooming across your skin. And then���he moved.

Fingertips, barely there at first, trailed along the edge of your shoulder, down the line of your spine, brushing over each vertebrae with maddening precision. His touch was electric—light enough to tease, firm enough to promise. You felt your breath catch as his palm flattened, gliding down the length of your back in a single, deliberate stroke. Your hands rose, instinctively reaching for him, but his free hand caught your wrist gently and pressed it back against the wall—quiet command, not force.

“Stay,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. And you did. His hand dipped lower now, tracing your waist, then your side—mapping the places that had been hidden in steam and silence. He moved as though he needed to commit every curve to memory, as though knowing you this way was not a privilege, but a right. You felt the heat build beneath your skin, from the inside out.

When his fingers brushed over your hip, your breath hitched. When they trailed further, tracing the outer swell of your thigh—your knee almost buckled. Still, he said nothing. Not until his hand paused, resting low at your waist again, splayed and steady. “You let him touch you with his eyes,” he said softly, voice rough around the edges. “Let him think he had a chance.”

His mouth returned to your neck, but this time, it wasn’t just breath. He kissed the space just beneath your jaw—once, twice—each press slower than the last. You felt it in your stomach, in your spine, in the ache blooming at the base of your throat. His hand slid further now, curling around your thigh, fingers tightening slightly. Not possessive—but certain.

And then—

He shifted behind you, pressing closer, until his chest met your back fully, until you could feel the rise and fall of his breath against your ribs. His hand smoothed forward, tracing the inner line of your thigh. A promise. A question. A warning. Your knees brushed, the tension coiling between your legs sharp and sweet. Still, Sasuke didn’t rush. Just let his fingers hover, let them drift, let you feel the weight of his attention in every inch of air between your skin and his. You exhaled, shakily, eyes fluttering closed. His lips hovered just beside your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he murmured, voice low and taut. “Don’t let him look at you like that.” You turned your head slightly, enough for your mouth to brush the corner of his. “And if I do?” A pause. A shift in the air. His fingers tightened at your waist, deliberate, slow.

“Then I’ll punish you for it.”

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of your own breathing—shallow, steady, as if your lungs hadn’t quite caught up to the weight of the silence. The space between you and Sasuke pulsed with something thick and slow-burning, like the last ember in a dying fire that refused to go out.

Then—he shifted.

You heard it before you saw it. The faint rustle of fabric, the soft whisper of linen sliding against skin, and the quiet finality of something falling to the floor. His towel. It landed with barely a sound, but the intent was deafening. Your pulse stuttered. He said nothing. Didn’t move to touch you. Not yet. But you could feel him behind you—his presence heavier now, less restrained. Not wild, never that, but sharpened to a single focus.

You remained still, standing in the soft light of the room, the scent of hot water and cedar still clinging to your skin. And then—

His voice, low and sure:

“Bend forward.”

It wasn’t a request. Your breath caught. Not from shock. From the way something inside you lit up in response—something instinctive and deep. You obeyed.

Slowly, deliberately, you turned toward the wooden bench, placing your hands on its surface. The wood was smooth beneath your palms, slightly cool against your heat-flushed skin. You bent forward, just enough for your back to arch, for your hips to tilt naturally, exposing the long, bare line of your spine, the soft swell of your hips, the curves he’d traced in silence only minutes before.

The air touched you like a second pair of hands—cool, then warm where his breath followed. He knelt behind you. You didn’t need to see it to feel it. There was a shift in the air pressure, the faintest creak beneath his knees, the stillness of a hunter closing in. And then—

His hands.

They returned like they’d never left. Slow, certain. They didn’t grab. They explored. His fingertips brushed the sides of your thighs first—so lightly you almost questioned if they were really there. Then upward, ghosting over your hips, retracing the same path with more pressure now, more possession. You closed your eyes, spine tightening slightly as your body responded—quietly, instinctively. He was touching you like someone who had held back for far too long. His thumbs skimmed the space just beneath your waist, circling slowly, grounding you. You felt every breath he took behind you. Then, without warning, his hand left your hip. Silence stretched again.

Clap!

The sound was sharp, clean, not cruel. His palm met the curve of your ass with a sting that blossomed quickly, heat blooming under skin already sensitized from his touch. Not brutal. Just precise. You gasped. Not from pain, but from how sudden it was—how intimate. But it was what came after that made your knees weaken. His hand lingered. Flat, broad, warm—he let it rest there like a seal, his fingers curling slightly, digging into the soft of your skin. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to remind you that he was there. That this was him. And that you were his. His thumb brushed a slow, deliberate circle over the tender spot he’d just claimed, and the silence he left in its wake felt loaded with heat.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured behind you, voice rough around the edges. “I thought you had more to say.” You smiled, lips parting with breath, eyes still closed. “I didn’t think you liked talking.” “I don’t,” he said, his hand trailing down now, slow and reverent, over the back of your thigh. “But I do like answers.” “To what?”

His other hand returned, gliding up your side, along your ribs. He didn’t reply right away. His thumb brushed the edge of your breast as he leaned closer, breath ghosting over the curve of your shoulder. “To whether you’re still thinking about him,” he said finally. “Suigetsu.” You turned your head, just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. Your hair had fallen slightly forward, damp against your cheek, and in the low light, you caught the edge of his jaw, the darkness in his eyes. “I was never thinking about him,” you said softly. “Only what you would do.”

A pause.

Then his mouth was at your shoulder, not kissing—just hovering. You could feel how close he was. How tightly wound. “You wanted this,” he said. You didn’t deny it. And then—his touch changed again. His hands roamed more deliberately now, like he was no longer just committing you to memory, but writing something into your skin. A language only he would understand. His palms cupped the backs of your thighs, the curve of your hips, moved over the softness of your waist, brushing low along the front of your belly before retreating—teasing, never lingering long enough to satisfy.

He shifted behind you, not touching fully, but close. Close enough for you to feel the warmth of his skin, the power in his stillness. You inhaled, shaky, your fingers gripping the edge of the bench. “Is this the punishment?” you whispered. He leaned in again, his breath against the nape of your neck now. “No,” he said. “This is the warning.”

The sharp sting of his palm still pulsed beneath your skin, warm and aching, when you felt him shift behind you—closer, lower. You were bracing yourself, breath uneven, when his hands steadied you once more, thumbs pressing gently into your hips, as if to keep you still. Then came the heat of his breath—low, deliberate, trailing down your spine in slow descent until it hovered just above the skin he’d struck. You didn’t move. Couldn’t. The tension held you in place, strung tight and breathless, your fingertips curling into the edge of the bench as if it could ground you.

But then—

You felt him.

His tongue, warm and unhurried, drew a single, slow line over the curve of your ass—right where his palm had marked you. The wet heat of it sent a jolt through your body, sharp, intimate and entirely unexpected. Your hips twitched, involuntary. “Sasuke—” you breathed, barely a whisper. He didn’t answer. Just gripped you firmer, his fingers digging into your flesh in a way that said stay still. And then he bit you. Not gently. Not playfully.

His teeth sank into the soft of you with intent—enough to make your entire body jolt forward a breath, your voice catching in your throat as fire rippled through you. It was possessive. It was a warning. And it was so intimate that your knees almost gave out. A strangled sound escaped your lips—part gasp, part moan, part something you didn’t have words for. His mouth lingered there a moment longer, tongue flicking over the mark he left as if to seal it in, to soothe what he’d claimed. The heat, the pressure, the slow drag of his tongue—it all blurred together until you couldn’t tell where his mouth ended and your skin began.

When he finally pulled back, the absence of him was just as loud.

But you still felt him—his presence, his breath, the ghost of his teeth. You felt it in your skin, in your spine, in the place where your thoughts had quieted into raw sensation. And then his voice came—rough, low, shaped more by breath than sound. “You’ll feel that tomorrow.” You couldn’t answer. Not with words. But your body did. The way you leaned back into his hands. The way your breath hitched. The way his name still sat on your tongue, unspoken but heavy.

He stayed behind you a moment longer, his thumbs brushing circles into your hips—slow, grounding, as though to remind you of who was touching you. Of who wasn’t. And when his lips brushed the curve of your lower back, soft now, like an apology he would never say aloud—

You knew this wasn’t just punishment. It was possession. And he wanted you to remember it.

The anticipation was almost unbearable as you felt Sasuke’s hardness press against you, his arousal unmistakable. He didn’t say anything, just let his actions speak for themselves—his hands sliding from your hips to your waist, his body moving closer, aligning with yours.

With a rough, claiming thrust that stole the air from your lungs he got inside you. You cried out, the sound echoing in the room, and he swallowed it with a growl that vibrated through you. His cock filled you completely, stretched you in a way that was both painful and exquisite. “Fuck, Sasuke,” you gasped, your voice shaking. He didn’t bother with sweet nothings, no gentle reassurances. This was punishment, after all. “You’re mine,” he murmured against your skin, his teeth scraping along your spine.

The words sent a tremor through you, your body responding with a clench around him that made him hiss in pleasure.

He began to move—slow, deep strokes that had your eyes rolling back in your head. The sting of his bite and the ache of his handprint were a constant reminder of what he’d done to you, what he was still doing to you. But it was the feeling of him, so deep and demanding, that had you losing your grip on reality. You felt your pussy start to get wet, a betrayal to the pain that was quickly forgotten as your body craved more. His hands slid around to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples just hard enough to make you arch your back into his touch. “You’re going to take it all,” he said, his voice a dark promise. And you knew you would. For him, you’d take it all.

The room was a blur around you, the only things in focus were the feeling of him inside you and the pressure building low in your belly. He moved faster now, each thrust hitting that spot that made your legs tremble, made you want to beg. But you didn’t. You held on to the edge of the bench with a white-knuckled grip, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

You felt his hand slip down to where you were wet, his fingers teasing your clit in rhythm with his thrusts. It was like he knew exactly what you needed, and he gave it to you without asking. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “It hurts,” you admitted, your voice strained. “Good,” he said, the word a growl. “It’s supposed to hurt. But it’s also supposed to feel good, isn’t it?”

And it did. The pain and the pleasure were so intertwined that you couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. His fingers played with you, rubbing in tight circles, as he pounded into you with a ferocity that had your toes curling.

Sasuke’s grip on your hips tightened, his thumbs digging in almost as much as his teeth had. He pulled you back into him with a force that made your eyes water, his cock slamming into you without mercy. The bench creaked beneath you with every powerful thrust, echoing through the room like a declaration of his ownership. Your breath hitched in your chest, turning into gasps that grew louder and more erratic with each movement. The sting of his earlier bite was now a constant throb that only served to heighten the sensations as he took you harder than you’d ever been taken before.

The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, punctuated by the slick wetness of his cock plunging into your pussy. You could feel the ache deepening, your body trying to adjust to his size, to the intensity of his claim. His fingers on your clit moved faster, more insistent, as he drove into you from behind, each stroke hitting deeper, rubbing against that spot that sent sparks of pleasure through your core.

“Sasuke—it’s too much—” you panted, your voice hoarse and needy.

His voice was a challenge, a taunt, and your body responded with a shiver that had nothing to do with fear. He was right. You’d always craved this from him—his dominance, his possession, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in his world when he was inside you. Your pussy clenched around him, desperate for more, and he gave it to you. His hips slammed into yours, each thrust more demanding than the last.

Sasuke’s hands left your hips, and for a moment, you were left to the mercy of his relentless thrusts, your body rocking back into him with every forceful plunge. And then—his fingers trailed down, down, until they hovered at the sensitive juncture between your thighs. You felt his touch linger there, teasing the tight ring of muscle, making your entire body tense in anticipation of what was to come.

Without warning, he pushed one thick digit into your ass, and you bit back a scream, the intrusion foreign but not unwelcome. The dual sensation of being filled in both places was almost too much to bear, but your body, trained to crave his dominance, opened for him willingly. The pressure was intense, but the slickness of your arousal and his steady rhythm allowed him to slide in deep, the digit joining his cock in claiming you fully.

Your breaths grew ragged, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to adjust to the new sensation. His pace didn’t falter—instead, he used the newfound leverage to drive into your pussy even harder, his finger curling inside you in a way that had your toes curling. You were stretched to the brink of pain and pleasure, a fine line that Sasuke danced upon with expert precision.

The feeling of his hand on your ass, his finger buried deep within, was almost too much to handle, but you didn’t protest. You knew what he wanted from you—what he always wanted. Complete submission. And as his thumb found your clit once more, pressing down with just enough force to make you whine, you gave it to him. The pressure grew, building like a storm in your belly, your muscles tightening around his cock and finger, your entire body straining towards release. His breaths grew harsher, his thrusts more erratic, and you knew he was close, too.

And then it hit—a crescendo of sensation that shattered you, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Your orgasm washed over you, a tidal wave of ecstasy that had you collapsing onto the bench, your limbs trembling.

But Sasuke wasn’t finished with you yet. He withdrew his finger slowly, the emptiness in your ass making you whimper, only to be replaced by the fullness of his cock. He pulled out of your pussy and pushed into your ass in one swift motion, making you cry out. You weren’t ready for this—his cock was so much bigger, and the burn was intense. But his hand was there, his fingers playing with your clit, keeping you on that delicate edge of pain and pleasure.

He took you with the same ferocity as before, his cock sliding in and out of your ass as he whispered dark promises into your ear. The burn grew with each thrust, turning into something else, something deeper, something that made you crave more. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and challenge. “You’re mine. All of you. Every part of you.”

And you couldn’t deny it. Every inch of you was his, claimed by his touch, his bite, his cock. You pushed back into him, meeting his every thrust, begging for more even as your body screamed for mercy. He was unforgiving, his cock filling you completely, the stretch of your ass around him making you feel so impossibly full. The pain was sharp, but it was a reminder of who owned you, who was taking you so fiercely. And in that moment, you’d never felt more alive.

Sasuke’s breathing grew ragged, his hips pistoning into you with a force that had the bench groaning beneath you. You could feel him swelling inside you, his release imminent. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he came—his hot seed filling your ass, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

The silence that followed was thick—settling over the room like steam, curling into every breath you tried to steady. Sasuke’s chest rose and fell against your back, his breath still ragged, the heat of him pressed along your spine. Neither of you moved. Not yet. His hands remained on your hips, fingers flexed faintly like he wasn’t quite ready to let go. Like he wanted the imprint of you to last a little longer beneath his palms.

You closed your eyes. Let yourself feel the burn in your thighs, the dull throb where he had held you too tightly, moved too deeply. The ache was raw, but not unwelcome. You’d asked for it. And he had given more than words ever could.

When he finally stepped back, the loss was immediate—cold air rushing in where heat had been, breath settling into the space his body had filled. You rose slowly, steadying yourself with one hand against the bench, the other brushing damp strands of hair from your face.

You didn’t look at him. Not right away. But he was still there—standing, composed, barely disheveled except for the sharpness in his gaze. He reached for his towel without a word, draped it over one shoulder, and then—finally—spoke. “Don’t make me remind you again.” His voice was low. Flat. No heat in it now—just fact. You turned, eyes catching his. There was no softness in his expression. No apology. Just that steady intensity that never seemed to break.

His eyes dipped briefly—tracing the marks he’d left on your skin, now blooming in quiet color along your hips, your thighs, the subtle red curve where his mouth had claimed you. When he looked back up, his mouth twitched—just barely. “You’re mine.” he said again. Not with fire. Not with gentleness. Just truth.

And you knew: it wasn’t jealousy that drove him.

It was certainty.

He didn’t reach for you again. Didn’t kiss you. He simply turned, collected what little he’d brought in, and left the room with the same quiet finality he always carried—with steps that didn’t ask for attention, only left it behind in their wake.

You stood alone in the warm hush of the changing room, skin still tingling, breath still uneven. You weren’t sure if what you felt was regret or satisfaction.

But whatever it was, it was yours to carry. And you would.

Because so was he.

[softnprettyrolls]

Naruto characters n how they show their devotion to you.

tw Yandere-ish <3

include: sasuke, naruto, itachi, kakashi, gaara,

Uchiha Sasuke

- unspoken, inescapable devotion

Sasuke does not say it aloud. He does not need to. The depth of his devotion is written in the way his gaze lingers half a second longer than it should, in the way his presence shifts almost imperceptibly to stand closer to you, in the way your name forms in his mind before he can think of anything else.

He does not understand how it happened—how you managed to carve a place for yourself within him so effortlessly. But now that you are there, he cannot dislodge you. It frustrates him, this quiet tether, this unshakable attachment that follows him even into battle, even into his darkest thoughts. You have become a constant, a presence woven into his every breath.

He is not soft, nor does he seek to smother you with affection. But if you were to fall, he would catch you before you even realized you were slipping. If you were to call for him, he would be there before the sound had finished leaving your lips. And if you were ever to leave, you would take something from him that he would never be able to replace.

He does not say it. But you must know.

Uzumaki Naruto

- open, unbreakable devotion

Naruto does not love in halves. He does not know how. When he cares for someone, it is with his entire being, without hesitation, without restraint. You are no exception.

His devotion is in the way he looks for you first in a crowded room, in the way he saves you the last bite of his favorite food, in the way your happiness has become as important to him as his own. He does not try to hide it—why would he? He wants you to know. Wants you to understand that no matter where you go, no matter what happens, he is there. Always.

There is no condition to it. No expectation of anything in return. He simply is, unwavering in the way he chooses you, again and again, without question. He will stand beside you for as long as you allow him to, and even if the world were to collapse, even if you pushed him away, he would wait. Because he is yours, and there is nothing in this life or the next that could change that.

Uchiha Itachi

- quiet, thoughtful devotion

Itachi is deliberate in all things, and his devotion to you is no different. He does not need grand gestures, nor does he need to speak of it—his care is in the details, in the things he does without needing to be asked.

It is in the way he ensures you never walk on the outer edge of a path. In the way he subtly shifts conversations away from topics he knows you dislike. In the way he listens—not just to your words, but to what you don’t say, to the emotions behind them, to the truths you think you’ve hidden.

He is not possessive, nor does he demand space in your life. But he is there, always. A steady, unwavering presence that remains even when the rest of the world feels uncertain. And if you were to turn to him, to ask for anything, he would give it without hesitation. Not because he must, but because it is you. And there is nothing he would not do for you.

Hatake Kakashi

- reluctant, unshakable devotion

Kakashi does not want to feel this way. He does not want to care for someone so deeply, to tether himself to something fragile and fleeting. But it is already too late.

You are in his thoughts without invitation, lingering in the quiet spaces of his mind, creeping into moments where he least expects you. He catches himself looking for you before he even realizes he is doing it. He tells himself it is habit, something simple, something meaningless. But it is not. It is something far heavier.

He will never say it, never admit how much space you have taken within him. But his actions betray him. He will place himself between you and harm before you even notice the threat. He will remember things you mentioned only in passing, bringing them up months later as if they were never forgotten. He will ensure you are safe, cared for, protected, even if it costs him everything.

It is not something he will ever ask you to see. But it is there, in every quiet act, in every unspoken promise. And whether you know it or not, he will always choose you.

Gaara

- deep, instinctive devotion

Gaara does not have the words for it. This feeling. This need to have you near, to know that you are safe, to ensure that nothing in this world can ever take you from him.

It is not desperation, nor is it obsession. It is simply fact, as undeniable as the sand beneath his feet. He exists, and you exist, and that is all that has ever mattered.

His devotion is not something he voices. He does not shower you with words of affection, does not seek to make himself known in loud declarations. But he is there. A constant, unshakable presence. If you are tired, he will notice before you do. If you are troubled, he will not ask, but he will stay. If you are in danger, there will be no hesitation, no thought—only action.

You are the only softness he allows himself, the only warmth he has ever known. And if you were ever to leave, if you were ever to slip from his grasp, he is not sure he would know how to exist in the empty space you left behind.

[mishellii]

♢ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ♢

naruto, sasuke, shikamaru, kiba, shino, neji, iruka & kakashi

a/n: sooo,, i SHOUld be working on my uni essays and on the bf!neji texts BUT this had been sitting in my notes app for a while so i decided to post it ;D (the neji texts will come soon i promise). some are longer, some are shorter for which i apologise,,,,,, please ignore typos, i can't spell & enjoy MWUAH

likes & reblogs appreciated <3

warnings: some NSFW parts! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! :) also not proofread as usual

masterlist

♢ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ♢

✿oh my baby boy

❀first off: angel. 100%.

✿because u are his angel u feel me

❀he can't go a day without telling u

✿then also just the basic baby

❀but mostly when he wants something from u or he's apologising for dumb stuff he's done

✿puppy eyes and all

❀and also during sexy time

✿it's his most used name for u there

✿fight me on this

❀big on his own self made nicknames for u

✿for instance: u fell down the stairs once?

❀"hey, stairs, how you doin'"

✿and just silly ones like: boo, pookie, apple of my eye

❀he's weird like that c'mon we been knew

♢ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴜᴄʜɪʜᴀ♢

✿now this guy is a wild card

❀he'd prefer ur name through & through

✿but he'd slip in a casual babe sometimes which makes ur knees weak obviously

❀because he barely ever calls u that

✿if ur married he'd only call you his wife

❀doesn't even let you answer questions on your own sometimes just so he can hit them with

❀"well, MY WIFE, thinks you suck ass, so.."

✿during sex he can be quiet mean 

❀I DONT THINK in the derogatory way but more in a teasing way

✿"c'mon, sweetheart, look at me."

❀when ur just about to black out??

✿but like i said 

❀not big on pet names but he'll use them more often if he knows u enjoy it <3

♢ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ ɴᴀʀᴀ♢

✿pretty

❀just pretty bro.

✿not ALL THE TIME, especially not in public as i don't think he's big on PDA

❀but in the comfort of ur own 4 walls? definitely

✿now don't HATE ME for this but,,,

❀woman. and brat.

✿but only in petty situations, like when ur scolding his lazy ass and he hits u with a "go easy on me, woman, i just woke up."

❀or u've been going on his nerves while he's working

✿,,i'm busy, brat.''

❀in bed tho???

✿love or doll

❀i'm almost CERTAIN.

✿like,, can u imagine?? in his dumb fucking charming voice ???

❀PFFF i'm on my knees 

♢ᴋɪʙᴀ ɪɴᴜᴢᴜᴋᴀ♢

✿now this fucker

❀teasing names through & through

✿ur shorter than him? 

❀"hey, shortie, need help?"

✿ur taller than him?

❀"hey, giant, how's the weather up there?"

✿he's a DICK ok (affectionately ofc)

❀but he can be sweet too i promise

✿he's having fun with calling u bunny during sex or simply baby 

❀also ???? "okay, boss." when he's been annoying u all day and u finally snap at him?

✿he's a menace with nicknames i'm telling u

♢ꜱʜɪɴᴏ ᴀʙᴜʀᴀᴍᴇ♢

✿you probably guessed it and bully me if you'd like but,,,

❀bug or lovebug

✿come oooon he loves his bugs AND he loves you?? it fits PERFECTLY

❀not one to do it infront of other people either but in your private space he just wouldn't stop calling you one of these

✿i also see him using the regular honey but the abbreviation so hun because it's short and sweet and he doesn't like those long ass names

❀apologies if ur name is long LMAO mine is too tho

✿takes the hun into the bedroom but prefers a gentle love while having sex

❀shino's not a sweet talker in my mind, but the pet names make up for it FOSHOU

✿ALSO big brain idea i just had:

❀i think shino can't fully express his emotions verbally so before going on missions he definitely writes u letters and that's where he's blooming

✿''u keep me going everyday, sunshine.''

❀and it doesn't even matter if you have a bubbly personality or not

✿UGH lovesick fr

♢ɴᴇᴊɪ ʜʏᴜɢᴀ♢

❀this pretty princess doesn't even know ur name when ur alone with him 

✿ESPECIALLY when ur texting

❀sweetheart, love & darling

✿he'd make u fall in love over again whenever he calls u one of those i'm just saying

❀because he's always so sincere when he's talking to u it drives me crazy just thinking about it 

✿during sexy time too, he would NEVER

❀& i will die on this hill 

✿NEVER use any degrading names for u

❀ur his baby don't make him do that

✿even when ur fighting, he'd always address u in such a kind way i'm actually going insane

❀"have you had dinner yet, dear?"

✿ sedate me pls

♢ɪʀᴜᴋᴀ ᴜᴍɪɴᴏ♢

✿AAA this guy

❀soo,, like father like son,,, angel

✿u can't change my mind

❀being the kind hearted person he is, it just fits u can't tell me off

✿but i will also say he'd use some funny ones in private because we all know he's just a silly lil guy deep inside

❀i'm thinking toots & peach

✿especially when greeting u !! like ''ey, toots, how's it going?''

❀during sex he will be quiet awkward at the start of ur relationship, settling in angel as he's most familiar with it at first

✿but after some time he'd pull a babydoll or gorgeous on u

❀i mean,,, i'd cry but idk about y'all

✿oVERALL he loves using pet names and wouldn't be opossed to u calling him some sweet ones as well <3

❀call him handsome and he'll go through the roof

♢ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ♢

✿AHEM

❀so this man,,

✿at the start of ur relationship he's such a shy lil bean so he'll only use your first name

❀but once he's been with you long enough he gets so so comfortable

✿starts of with the regular baby because u are his baby aight.

❀his most frequently used one too i'd say

✿but then he'd go like 

❀"hey, beautiful." "y'alright, sweetheart?"

✿and idk about u but i'd faint

❀HE KNOWS ABOUT HIS AFFECT ON U TOO

✿uses it against u during sex SO OFTEN

❀grunting a "there y'go, darling." into your ear with a sly smirk on his lips 

✿i'm (s)creaming

❀but he's a very private person so don't expect too much of that in public !!

✿a side from a "yes, ma'am" when u tell him not to die on a mission <3

a/n: i hope this doesn't SUCK ahemm,,, and i'll see you beans next time bye bye x

devider by @enchanthings

[crushmeeren]

ᝰ SASUKE’S NSFW ALPHABET .ᐟ

cw ; i have added a few visuals to this, inspired by @osamucide and this post of visuals! you have to be logged into your twitter account for them to work. it’s porn, so THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

p.s. ; { i know Sasuke only has one arm now, but these visuals involve guys that have two. please, take it with a grain of salt and picture it the best you can. (✿˶˘ ³˘) }

master list

ᯓ★ dividers created by me.

ᝰ A ‣ ‣ AFTERCARE { ༝༝ what’s sasuke like after sex? ༝༝ }

The man is a teddy bear these days. So when your sweaty skin sticks to Sasuke’s like glue, chest heaving to catch your breath, he keeps his cock sealed in your pussy. He’s careful with his movements, tender, and he’ll shift you ‘round until you’re on your sides, nose to nose.

Warm fingers will skate down your waist, over your thigh, and grasp the sensitive area behind your knee, tugging to hook it over his hip. That same arm will lock around your waist, pull you close, and what’s left of his other one will tuck under your neck.

“Feeling good baby?” He murmurs, pressing his hips forward just to tease. He’s still hard, and he uses that to his advantage. Your pussy squeezes tight and he moans, lashes fluttering when you chuckle. He leans into your touch when your fingers run through his hair, brushing it off his forehead.

Sasuke snuggles in close after that, giving you both time to stay present in the afterglow before you clean up.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

ᝰ B ‣ ‣ BODY PART { ༝༝ sasuke’s favorite ༝༝ }

Sasuke strikes me as the type of man who doesn’t have a preference. He loves every part of you, because at the end of the day, they’re all connected to the person he loves. He simply can’t get enough of you.

When your tits bounce, when your ass jiggles, the fact that your lips and fingers fit like a glove around his cock, Sasuke loses his mind. He stares at your pretty face at all times of the day, limbs like live wires each time he fucks you so well your nails leave angry pink scratches down his chest.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

ᝰ C ‣ ‣ CUM { ༝༝ where sasuke likes to cum ༝༝ }

The heat of your pussy seems to spread throughout Sasuke’s entire body. It starts in his cock, slithers up his belly, up his throat, and pools in his cheeks. There’s cotton in his ears when you call out to him, smacking his chest to get his attention.

“Sasuke!” Your voice pitches higher, back arching without permission. His heavy thrusting continues to inch you up the mattress. “Pull out Sasuke, you — fuck, you gotta pull out!”

Sasuke’s jaw clenches, cock starting to twitch in warning. “You sure baby? I don’t think your pussy wants to let me go. So greedy.” His hand clutches your thigh tighter as struggles to keep his eyes open.

You level him with the best glare you can. Sasuke pouts, but he does pull out, and he cums in glossy threads all over your tits instead. Even if he’d rather fill your pussy to the brim.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

ᝰ E ‣ ‣ EXPERIENCE { ༝༝ how much does sasuke have? ༝༝ }

Sasuke’s gotten his dick sucked, he’s eaten pussy, he’s just never stepped over the last threshold. Not by the time you met him.

He’s not a shy, blushing virgin, either. He never gave a single fuck about it before, and he doesn’t give a single fuck even after you’ve started a relationship. He never stops being a little shit though, taunting you with things like “Is that right? My pretty girl wants to take my virginity? Good, I’ve wanted to get my dick inside your tight pussy since I met you.”

Sauske is nothing if not a fast learner. Once he gets over the shock of pleasure those first few times, he figures out how to play your body like a fiddle.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

ᝰ F ‣ ‣ FAVORITE POSITION { ༝༝ sasuke’s favorite ༝༝ }

Bouncing up and down on Sasuke’s cock destroys him.

Watching him dig the base of his skull into the mattress, neck taught and straining as his spine pulls up into an arch, you feel powerful. His expression always shatters with pleasure when you brace your palms on his pecs and sit down with enough force to leave an ache in his pelvis.

He tries to stay quiet, but often he can’t. He lets out moan after moan, these low, rasping noises that buzz in your brain.

But his favorite part, the one that tightens his balls and coils heat behind his navel, is when your thighs give out. Allowing him to draw up his knees, plant his feet, and thrust up into your pussy until your wailing, squirting all over his cock.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣ ‣ ‣ visual here .ᐟ

ᝰ H ‣ ‣ HAIR { ༝༝ does sasuke shave or care? ༝༝ }

Sasuke doesn’t have much body hair to begin with. There’s a sparse trail of soft, dark hair from his belly button to his pelvis, ending with a handful of curls at the base of his cock. He’s never felt the urge to shave.

The only situation in which he’d be bothered by your hair is if it’s blocking his access to your pussy.

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ᝰ I ‣ ‣ INTIMACY { ༝༝ is sasuke romantic? ༝༝ }

Sasuke is a secret romantic. The icy exterior he works so hard to maintain dissolves when you’re alone, the soft secret smile he hides lighting up his face. The first time you had sex you’d followed him home after dinner, heart full, and you’d stumbled in shock when you were met with a trail of flower petals leading to his room.

The lights were dimmed already, and Sasuke took you by the hand to guide you along. You noticed a couple candles scattered in his room, waiting to be lit. When you turned to peek at Sasuke he met your gaze, cheeks flushed pink.

You couldn’t help but tease him with “Were you so certain you’d get laid tonight?” Taking his hand and squeezing. Sasuke glared half heartedly, returning the affectionate gesture.

Sasuke didn’t bother responding, he just held you close and let you ride him until he had to beg for a break.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣ ‣ ‣ visual here .ᐟ

ᝰ J ‣ ‣ JERKING OFF { ༝༝ does sasuke jerk off? ༝༝ }

Sasuke’s opinion on jerking off is more or less “meh”. If the urge is strong enough, and he’s got the time, once in awhile he’ll indulge.

To ask Sasuke directly, he’d much rather it be your hand stroking his cock. He’ll sit down by you in bed, lean his head on your shoulder, and ask in a low tone if you’d be willing to lend him a helping hand. After all, he can’t squeeze and palm his balls if his singular hand is occupied.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣ ‣ ‣ visual here .ᐟ

ᝰ K ‣ ‣ KINK { ༝༝ sasuke’s kinks ༝༝ }

Breeding kink who?

In all seriousness though, this is one of, if not the only, kink that he has. It’s not so much the reality of you becoming pregnant as it is the idea of it. The risk that accompanies cumming in your pussy until it squeezes out the sides while Sasuke very much continues to push it back in.

When the two of you do agree to start trying for a baby, the first time you have sex after that conversation Sasuke hadn’t been aware you were ovulating. You blurted it out in the middle of having a knee pressed to your chest.

Sasuke paused, hips pressed firm to your ass, and said “Aw, are we gonna make a baby tonight? How sweet.”

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ᝰ L ‣ ‣ LOCATION { ༝༝ where sasuke likes to fuck ༝༝ }

The bed, no doubt. He’s also fond of the couch. Any place that’s comfortable and doesn’t raise the difficulty level of functioning with one arm.

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ᝰ O ‣ ‣ ORAL { ༝༝ sasuke’s thoughts on oral ༝༝ }

Sitting that sweet pussy on his tongue is what he prefers. It’s easier for him to cup the swell of your ass, to help guide your clit across his tongue, and he swats you every now then to hear your breath hitch. When you thread your fingers through his hair and hold tight, Sasuke’s scalp tingles. It shoots straight to his cock.

Getting his dick sucked is a different matter. He admits that he does enjoy admiring your face while you work him over with your tongue. Placing kisses along his shaft, taking him deep until you choke, but he loves your pussy so much more.

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ᝰ Q ‣ ‣ QUICKIES { ༝༝ sasuke and quickies ༝༝ }

Sasuke enjoys a quickie every once and awhile. If you want him to fuck you fast and hard before you leave, he’s down. He’ll bend you over the kitchen counter, let you ride him on the couch, whatever you want he’s willing to give.

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ᝰ S ‣ ‣ STAMINA { ༝༝ what’s sasuke’s stamina like? ༝༝ }

Not everyone has endless stamina during sex, and that’s okay. Sasuke happens to be one of those people. He’s average.

He does last long enough to leave you breathless and satisfied, and on occasion, if you both put in the effort, he can get it up for multiple rounds. You definitely take advantage of those nights.

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ᝰ T ��� ‣ TEASE { ༝༝ does sasuke like to tease you? ༝༝ }

The part of Sasuke that convinces him to act like a little shit never changes. He loves you, and he’s squishy like a marshmallow on the inside for you, so of course he teases.

It’s all playful, never pushing too far. The nights when you straddle Sasuke’s thighs, take his cock in hand and stroke him until he’s fully hard for a second round, he’ll smooth his hand up and down your side, smirking when he coos “Oh baby, your pussy needs my cock again, doesn’t she? I’ll give it to you, don’t whine.” He’ll pinch your ass, clutch the back of your thigh, and help you bounce to your hearts desire.

[obitos-whore]

Naruto men with a chubby s/o

Tw: mention of stretch marks and weight loss, but overall it's mostly just fluff

(Includes: Kakashi, Obito, Gaara, Kankuro, Shisui, Itachi, Sasuke, Madara and Naruto)

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Kakashi

Loves absolutely everything about you and doesn't shy away from showing you off to everyone

Touch starved bby loves to snuggle with you and use your stomach as his personal pillow. It's his favourite part of your body, aside from your face and hands

Would never judge or scrutinize you if you choose to eat something unhealthy as a little treat

Even though Kakashi is known for his level-headedness and overall chill demeanor, he has a zero tolerance policy when it comes to snide remarks aimed at you and will brutally destroy everyone who said the wrong thing with his words alone

Obito

This man is on his hands and knees appreciating you and your perfect body

Can't keep his hands to himself and finds it adorable when you chide him for getting handsy. (He just can't help it, okay?? You're just so soft and squishy and warm. The perfect snuggle buddy for the certified cuddle bug)

If you have stretch marks, rest assured that Obito will find them just as beautiful as the rest of you and trace and even kiss them oh so tenderly

Wouldn't hesitate to deck everyone square in the face who dares to say something even remotely insulting to you

Gaara

Thinks you're the definition of perfection and divinity

Loves resting his head on your thighs and will fiercely shower you with love and words full of adoration should you ever feel insecure about them (or any part of your body for that matter)

Would never tease you about your weight, let alone even think about it (#1 supportive king with the purest of hearts)

Should you ever find yourself struggling with finding fitting clothing, Gaara will ensure you're always dressed nicely/comfy by hiring someone to make clothes tailored to your preferences

Kankuro

Completely and utterly adores and loves you to the moon and back. And no amount of prejudice can or will change that. Quite the contrary actually. The more people try to tell him to break up with you and "choose wiser" next time, the more stubborn and protective he gets

He's cool with people making jokes about themselves, including you and himself as well. But he will intervene immediately if he feels that you are overdoing it and actively destroying your self-confidence

Shamelessly grabs and smacks your ass every chance he gets. He just loves watching it jiggle or giving it a firm, but not bruising, squeeze. His motto is: "If I can't grab it, I'll slap it"

He's your biggest hype-man and will stop at absolutely nothing to make you feel good about yourself and boost your confidence

Shisui

Shisui is not afraid of showing his complete adoration for you and worshipping you like those ancient deities. That's how high his standards are for himself

That man would literally die to have you lay on top of him and smother him with your love while touching you everywhere. And by that, I really mean everywhere

Loves to fluster you by calling you things like "Gorgeous" and "Sexy" and winking playfully at you (It's his way of boosting your confidence)

He's more than happy with your body and how things are. But should you utter the wish to lose some weight, he will be right there to support and encourage you on your journey

Itachi

When he looks at you, all he sees is a smart, attractive and overall just lovely person who deserves the world and nothing less

Will listen patiently to you whenever you're feeling insecure about yourself and offer advice and words of encouragement once you're done venting

On particularly bad days, like when you're talking about yourself in a self-deprecating way, Itachi will gently interrupt you and start listing all the things he loves about you. It hurts him seeing you being so harsh on yourself and counters it by being gentle in response

Doesn't give a flying fuck about what society considers "normal" or "desirable". You are the apple of his eye, his beloved. And he's pretty damn happy with you as his partner

Sasuke

Despite the general assumption that Sasuke is more the superficial type of guy, he actually doesn't care what body type you have. He loves you for who you are. Looks are secondary in his eyes

He won't judge you if you have a sweet tooth or like hearty meals, but he still makes sure you maintain a healthy and balanced diet, for example by cooking with you

If someone's mean to you, I guarantee you that be will not let that slide and make it his mission to teach whoever made you feel bad about yourself a very unpleasant lesson

When you're cuddling, Sasuke will gently trace the crevices in your skin, making sure you can feel his love for you in every single one of his touches

Madara

This man adores every pound on your body and does not tolerate any self-deprecating comments, joking or not

If you're feeling insecure about yourself, he will acknowledge your feelings and remind you that he wouldn't be with you if you weren't attractive, both inside and out

Can effortlessly pick you up and carry you around and will do so to prove his point (his point being that you're effing perfect and should give zero fucks about what others think of you)

If he catches someone saying something negative about your weight/appearance or even looking at you the wrong way, he will glare at them with his sharingan activated and put them in a Genjutsu where he makes them go through their deepest fears and relive their most gruesome memories

Naruto

Another supportive king who would go absolutely feral if someone offended you and would happily get into a fistfight with them to defend your honour

Absolute sweetheart who loves every curve of yours and thinks you're the most beautiful person on earth. He's not necessarily good with words, but he wears his heart on his sleeve and will make you feel loved and desired in his very own, unique way

Dead ass Talk-no-jutsu's you if you ever doubt yourself and/or struggle to see your own worth and beauty. You eventually have to shut him up with a kiss because otherwise he would spend the next two hours gushing about you to you

Clings to you like a baby monkey every chance he gets, because he just loves loves loves how huggable and soft you are and how much comfort you bring him

[itsvenera]

ex! husband Sasuke who can’t accept the idea of you moving on with another man and introduce him to your kids. (over his dead body!)

ex! husband Sasuke who keeps coming to your house and spends all his free time there, as if you were still a couple.

ex! husband Sasuke who keep referring to you as Mrs. Uchiha in public, making sure everyone knows you are still his.

ex! husband Sasuke who devours you for hours, reminding you that no man can ever make you feel even half as good as he can.

ex! husband Sasuke who never asks for a second chance, but will happily gaslight you into taking him back because “you both know you still love him” and “there is no way he will let a random dobe raise his kids”.

[sasukeuchiha-24]

Sasuke Sharingan 2 Tomoe

[sasuke-naruto]

[junwhispers]

Naruto headcanons

✨️How would they act the next day after your first time ✨️

Gentle, awkward, hopelessly in love - Naruto boys edition 💜

Mostly silly and romantic, slightly suggestive

Characters: Kakashi, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Naruto, Gaara, Kiba, Rock Lee

Kakashi

- he leaves early in the morning, probably out the window

- comes back with a small bouquet of wildflowers while you're still asleep and leaves it by your bed

- high-fives himself in his mind, admiring how beautiful you are and realizing you're his girlfriend

- he'll be back after work, you can be sure of that

- and he won’t keep his hands away from you — nope, there’s no return to your shy beginnings. From now on, you’ll have Kakashi glued to you

- in the evening, you'll be cooking together, and it'll be the sweetest

- with hugs from the back, kisses on the neck, slowly dancing in your kitchen...

- and round two afterwards, of course

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Sasuke

- his face turns red immediately when he sees you in the morning

- you love this shy version of him

- he tries to act cool and trips when leaving the room

- you see his ears become even redder

- he loses it again when you lean forward to kiss him

- he comes back with coffee for both of you, almost calm and collected

- you can tell you broke him a little — his heart racing, breath getting sharper, eyes hazy

- he stays close to you, looking at your mouth, wanting more

- and you can see he's ready for more

- so you give it to him

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Gaara

- girl, you'll be getting love letters for days

- even if you two speak daily

- he wants to worship you, express his feelings in some way

- there's no chance he could focus on Kazekage paperwork. He’s wandering on the village walls all day, looking at the desert

- and when he sees you again, you can expect a lot of affection. And I mean a l o t

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Shikamaru

- he's more tired than usual

- but he’s not as annoyed, and people are wondering what happened

- he didn’t even flinch when someone at work made a mistake

- everyone was shocked

- You can be sure he thought about you on every single one of his smoke breaks, with a smile on his face

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Naruto

- he tells everyone

- even Kurama who, you know, technically was there

- he's just so happy and full of feelings

- and wants to brag a little

- he thinks you're the most beautiful, cool, smart, and kind person in the entire world and he just had sex with you

- so he cackles every time he thinks about it

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Kiba

- he won’t leave you alone now

- his eyes sparkle when he looks at you

- he demands praise all the time

- tell him he was a good boy and he’ll be in heaven

- he won’t shut up about your gorgeous scent and spends most of his time with his nose glued to your neck

- he touches you all the time — hand on your ankle when you're sitting next to him on the sofa, arm around you when you're going out together

- when he needs to leave you alone for a moment, he leaves Akamaru with you so he can guard you

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Rock Lee

- boy will be dazed for days

- his team needs to look after him because he got lost twice already

- all anyone could get out of him is your name

- he doesn’t even respond to Guy-sensei, which makes everyone worried, and they call you

- you explain indirectly, blushing

- they walk him home and leave him with you so you can take care of this mess of a man

- it seems you’re the only person he recognizes; he smiles at the sound of your voice

- don’t worry, he’ll get used to it. Eventually.

[ettawrites]

Naruto Boys genin discovering that reader is a girl?

Did this take me an insane amount of time to finally write? Yes. Have I been depressed and high? Also yes. Anyways!! Sorry I’ve been dead for 2 months, I’m back 😊 enjoy!

Genin Naruto Boys Discorving You’re a Girl

Includes: Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Neji, and Rock Lee

Warning: some shadowing of misogyny/bad writing

Context: You are from a different village and are attending the chunin exam, you never disclosed your gender cause it wasn’t a huge deal to you, but pre puberty you were mistaken for a boy.

Naruto:

- he only found out cause you got kicked out of your motel room cause you had an arguement with the person who runs it

- You had befriended him when you first arrived and became friends as you thought he was funny (and kinda lonely.. and he followed you around and you felt bad)

- You had asked to stay at his apartment for just a couple days cause you were also mad at your teammates and sensei

- He had started to change in front of you and you shrieked for him to go to the bathroom

- He was dumbfounded, as it was normal for him to change in front of his guy friends

- When you started spewing out how it was inappropriate to change in front of the opposite gender his face was like a big “HUH”

- “But you’re a guy???”

- “No I’m not!”

- “Yes you are!”

- “I think I would know Naruto”

- His face is flushed and all he can do is let out a small “oh..”

- it was awkward for a couple minutes as he goes to the bathroom to change and when he comes back out he sits across from you on the floor

- As Naruto was as a genin, he was a bit insensitive and so so curious, he asked you a billion questions

- He didn’t really care that much, he still considered you a good friend and honestly was kinda happy you were a girl

- Admires you a whole bunch, considering how strong you were and that you were a girl and a girl and.. wow a girl, you’re a girl?

- Might develope a small (huge, majorly huge) crush on you

Sasuke

- hated that he admired you, you had saved him during the Forest portion of the Chunin exam

- You guys became somewhat friends outside the exam, and by friends I mean he had showed up where you were and kind of just lingered around like a creep

- Soon the lingering turned into small chit chat and then sparing with each other

- He had only found out you were a girl when he over heard your teammates talking about you

- He kept this information to himself, a bit astonished as he had just assumed you were a guy

- “So.. are you a girl?” He had asked mid spare, catching you off guard for a second

- “Yup”

- “Cool”

- And that’s how it went on the outside

- On the inside.. sasuke didn’t know how to feel, he was use to the girls in the village drooling all over him and here you were just his… friend? No weird intentions attached?

- It never was brought up again and Sasuke tried not to treat you lesser as he knew you could handle yourself

- But he did every so often stare intently at you, trying to find the “girl features”.

Shikamaru

- This know it all.. did not know

- Your dad was friends with his dad and you were staying with them for the duration of the chunin exam

- You and shikamaru haven’t met prior to this, via him not knowing your gender

- Obviously you guys become friends, as it was natural since he sees you everyday plus you were pretty funny

- You guys were walking around the village and you had asked to stop so you could use the bathroom

- When you started to walk into the women’s, he was shocked and grabbed at your arm to draw you back

- “That’s the girls?”

- “Yeah….?”

- He kinda just looked at you, taking in your confused expression and he let go of your arm and nodded

- “Oh..Kay..”

- when you came back out, you guys started walking again but you had realized the silence was much more awkward than it usually is

- “So… I’m a girl,” you explained, hands shoved in your pockets as you stared ahead

- He nodded, a bit upset with himself for never clueing in that you weren’t a boy

- How didn’t he know? He talked and saw you ever single day since you first arrived, he should’ve been the first to clue in

- “You don’t act like a girl, no offence,”

- “Sorry… I guess?”

- You guys just go back to your daily chit chat

- He will most definitely stay up late at night obsessing over how he didn’t know

- And also most definitely be intrigued and grow a teeny tiny crush on you…?

- Never brings it up though

Neji

- He had actually befriended your teammate first, your team and his team formed an alliance during the forest exam

- The boy genins were all planning on going to the offsprings and when he asked your teammates to tell you they brushed it off and said you won’t be going

- He got upset cause he thought they always threw you aside most of the time

- He had came up to you after your training session with your sensei and started talking about the offspring’s

- “Why are you… inviting me?”

- “Cause.. all the boys are going?”

- “I’m not a boy”

- All too formal Neji had his jaw to the floor

- He now realized why your teammates looked at him weird when he asked if you’d be coming to the offspring’s with them

- “Oh..that’s unfortunate..” he replied, stunned and embarrassed

- You kinda just gave him a weird look “me being a girl is unfortunate?”

- Cue Neji feeling overwhelmed and stupid and he’s just sputtering out non sense and just leaves

- He avoids you for a couple days

- Comes up to you and formally apologies

- both of you start to hang out and develop a friendship and every so often you tease him about mistakenig you for a boy

Rock Lee

- You had asked him to train you as you wanted to advance in Taijutsu (pretend he only got fucked up a lil during his fight with Gaara)

- The month leading up to the finals, you guys actually got along nicely

- You considered him one of your really good friends

- After a training session, you both went out to get some ice cream and were sitting on a bench just talking about random things

- Rock Lee started talking about Sakura and his big crush on her and asked if you liked anyone

- You had said you kinda found this boy intriguing

- He, completely innocent was like “okay! I didn’t know you swung that way,”

- “Wait what?”

- “Well you like the same gender…? it’s totally okay,”

- “I’m a girl,”

- Rock Lee just gave a awkward big smile as he looked at you and blinked

- “Wow!” He finally says after a couple minutes

- He goes back to eating his ice cream

- Is pretty much the chilliest out of the whole genin, he’s honestly good vibes all around

[luccacaca]

Modern sasuke bf hcs (yay!)

Nonchalant final boss

Quiet and brooding, no pda unless you specifically ask for it and will not do too much of it tbh. Maybe holding hands sometimes.

Doesn't usually like to be touched but lets you touch him

Still likes to keep you close to him or touch very sublty, like maybe sitting at the restaurant with all of your friends and it's loud and a little uncomfortable for him and you'll feel his knee lightly press against yours under the table

He'd be the kind of person where you'd have those personal moments that only between the two of you set you apart a bit from the rest of the group

Not a big talker but loooves to listen to you talk (props if you're a yapper)

There have been rumors he's a vampire. You kind of agree, he does conform to the horrible pale green filter on the first twilight movie

Hates twilight, prefers to consume media with an actual meaning

I don't think he'd be the biggest fan of books? Like he'll read them from time to time but I feel like the real bookworm out of the three of them would be Sakura

Despite all this, loves soo deeply. No situationships, mixed signals and whatever else with him. He'll be forward and tell you straight up (I'm sorry we need to lean more into the fact that Uchiha feel love the deepest)

Not a big gift giver and not an especially good gift giver but he'll bring you your favorite treats and some flowers every once in a while for no reason other than to make you happy

Also if you mention wanting to have something he'll get it for you before you have the chance to get it yourself

Most definitely pays. Every single time. Like as in he will not let you get your wallet out. Trying to pay is a fight with this man. Wont even let you split the bill.

[softnprettyrolls]

HiHi! Love your work so much <3 can I ask for yandere-uchihas hcs when they taking care of a sick s/o?

Yandere Uchihas taking care of a sick s/o

headcanons <3

includes: Madara, Obito, Itachi and Sasuke !

A/N: First Ask!!! And I am SO sorry that I took so long answering </3

Madara

The second you so much as sneeze, cough, or look remotely exhausted, Madara declares that you are sick and must be cared for immediately. You try to tell him it’s just a minor cold, but he’s already ordering his men to clear the room, locking you away in his personal quarters like you’ve been struck with the plague.

No one is allowed near you. Not even a medic. He refuses to trust anyone else with your care, convinced that they will make mistakes or somehow worsen your condition. If medical attention is needed, he will either figure it out himself or force the medic to give him instructions—while making it very clear that failure is not an option.

Madara does not ask you to rest—he commands it. You are not allowed to get up, move around, or do anything other than focus on getting better. If you so much as try to stand, he physically stops you, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder and pushing you back into bed like it’s nothing. “Do not make me repeat myself,” he warns, and the sharpness in his tone leaves no room for argument.

Expect bitter herbal teas, strict diets, and absolute control over everything you consume. He personally ensures that you eat enough, drink the medicine he prepares (even if it tastes horrible), and rest properly. Refusing food or medicine is not an option. He will stare you down, unblinking, until you give in, or, if necessary, force the spoon to your lips himself.

He does not leave your side. Even when you are asleep, you can feel the weight of his presence—watching, monitoring, making sure you are still breathing properly. If you wake up in the middle of the night, feverish and confused, he is already there, pressing a damp cloth to your forehead, his gaze sharp and calculating.

If your condition worsens, even slightly, he does not handle it well. His patience grows razor-thin, and though he never raises his voice, there is a dangerous edge to it, as if he is barely restraining himself from losing control. “You will recover,” he states, as if sheer force of will alone can bend reality to his demands.

Even after you recover, expect more restrictions. You are now considered even more fragile than before, and he refuses to take any chances. Your daily routine will be adjusted to prevent “unnecessary strain,” and you will find yourself under even closer watch.

Obito

Panic. The moment you show any sign of sickness, Obito completely unravels. His mind immediately jumps to the worst-case scenario, and suddenly, he is gripping your shoulders, his voice frantic and uneven. “You’re going to be okay, right? You promise?”

He is overly attentive to an extreme degree. You are wrapped in so many blankets you can barely move, forced to drink tea every five minutes, and not allowed to so much as lift a finger. If you try to do something yourself, he physically stops you, looking at you like you just tried to jump off a cliff.

He refuses to leave your side. At all. He does not sleep, does not eat properly—his only concern is you. His exhaustion is obvious in the dark circles under his eyes, in the way his hands tremble slightly as he presses a damp cloth to your forehead. But if you ask him to rest, he just shakes his head. “I’m fine. I just need to make sure you’re okay.”

If your condition worsens, he completely breaks down. Tears build in his eyes, his hands tightening around yours as if he can physically anchor you to reality. He begs you to stay strong, to fight the sickness, as if sheer willpower alone can keep you safe.

The thought of losing you is too much for him to bear. He holds onto you as if you might disappear at any moment, whispering desperate reassurances. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I swear. I won’t let you go.”

Once you recover, you realize something terrifying—Obito is even more attached to you than before. He does not let you out of his sight for long, and the way he holds you, the way he clings to you as if you might disappear, makes it clear: he is never letting go.

Itachi

Itachi notices you’re sick before you do. Before you even have the chance to acknowledge that you feel unwell, he is already adjusting your routine—guiding you to bed, handing you tea, making sure you’re comfortable. He does not demand that you rest—he simply makes it impossible for you to do anything else.

His control is quiet but absolute. He does not force you to stay in bed, but every time you try to get up, he is already there, gently pressing a hand to your forehead and saying, “You should rest a little longer.” His tone is so soft, so irresistibly soothing, that you don’t even realize you’re being manipulated into compliance.

He does everything for you—preparing your meals, adjusting your blankets, making sure you take your medicine on time. You don’t have to ask for anything; he anticipates your needs before you voice them, always one step ahead.

His presence is inescapable. He does not smother you like Madara, but there is never a moment where you are truly alone. If he is not sitting at your bedside, reading or watching over you, he is just outside the room, ensuring that nothing disturbs you.

If you try to protest, insisting that you’re fine and don’t need to be treated like a fragile doll, he only offers you a small, knowing smile. “You don’t have to be strong right now,” he murmurs, brushing your hair away from your face. “Just let me take care of you.”

Should you resist too much, you will be met with something far worse than anger—disappointment. His gaze becomes unbearably sad, his voice even softer. “You don’t trust me?” he asks, and the guilt is immediate, crushing. Suddenly, you are the one apologizing, even though you did nothing wrong.

Once you recover, you notice something different. Itachi seems even more attentive, even more watchful than before. It’s as if your sickness served as a reminder that you can be taken from him, and he is now even more determined to ensure that never happens.

Sasuke

The moment you so much as cough, Sasuke is on high alert. He won’t say anything at first—just watches you carefully, his eyes narrowing every time you sniffle or clear your throat. When you finally admit you’re not feeling well, he acts like he knew it all along. “You should’ve told me sooner.” His tone is sharp, but there’s a tension in his shoulders that gives him away. He hates seeing you like this. More than that, he hates the thought of something hurting you.

From that point on, you’re not lifting a finger. Sasuke won’t allow it. He makes sure you’re lying down, tucked beneath the blankets, and he doesn’t care if you argue—his word is final. If you so much as try to get up, he’s already there, pressing a cool hand against your forehead before effortlessly pushing you back down. “You’re staying in bed.” His voice is calm, but there’s no room for negotiation.

He’s not the most nurturing person, but he takes care of you in his own way. He makes sure you’re drinking enough water, forcing the cup into your hands even if you insist you’re fine. If you need medicine, he’ll practically shove it in your mouth himself. And if you refuse to eat? He doesn’t say anything—just sits beside you, staring until you finally give in. He knows what’s best for you, and he’ll make sure you listen.

Sasuke won’t leave your side, not even for a second. If anyone tries to check on you, he shuts them down immediately. “They don’t need visitors.” His voice is cold, his grip on the door tight. No one else gets to take care of you. No one else gets to see you this vulnerable. It’s his responsibility, his problem to fix.

At night, when he thinks you’re asleep, he allows himself to soften—just a little. His fingers brush against your forehead, checking for any lingering warmth. His jaw clenches as he watches your chest rise and fall. The thought of losing you—even to something as small as a fever—twists something deep inside him. He won’t let it happen. He’ll keep you safe, no matter what.

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💭 Headcanon: He's not asking, he's just nearby

You returned late.

Too late.

Your mission had turned into something far worse than anyone had anticipated. Ambushed. Outnumbered. You managed to complete the objective, but it came at a cost. Bruised ribs, a fractured arm, deep cuts across your back and legs. But none of that hurt as much as the look Sasuke gave you when you limped through the village gates.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t scold. Didn’t ask questions.

He just appeared in front of you, silent and still as shadow, eyes narrowing at the sight of the blood soaking through your flak jacket. You expected a sarcastic comment, maybe even cold anger. Instead, he took the scroll from your hands, handed it wordlessly to the nearest medic, then picked you up into his arms without a word.

You tried to protest — weakly.

“I can walk.”

“No, you can’t,” he said softly. And that was the end of it.

He carried you all the way home.

There, he stripped away your ruined gear with care, his hands unusually gentle, unusually quiet. He wasn’t avoiding your gaze — but he wasn’t meeting it either. You watched him move with clinical focus, disinfecting wounds, bandaging cuts with precise, quick fingers. There was tension in his jaw. In his silence.

You tried to break it.

“...I’ve had worse,” you said lightly, half-laughing.

He didn’t answer. Just placed a hand on your shoulder — steady, grounding — and said, “Sleep.”

You didn't fight him anymore. Exhaustion took over. Somewhere between the ache in your chest and the warmth of the blankets, you drifted off.

When you woke, it was dark. And he was still there.

Sitting beside your bed, back against the wall, arms crossed, watching the door like a sentinel.

You stirred, your throat dry. “Sasuke?”

He turned his head. Noticed you were awake. Got up and quietly poured a cup of water, holding it to your lips as you drank.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

He didn’t reply — only sat back down. His eyes didn’t leave you.

After a while, you said, “You’re not going to sleep?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

He was quiet for so long you thought he wouldn’t answer. Then, finally:

“Because I thought you wouldn’t come back.”

Something in your chest twisted.

You reached out, weakly, and he took your hand without hesitation — holding it as if it tethered him to something real. Something fragile. Something he couldn’t bear to lose.

“I’m here,” you whispered.

He closed his eyes, just for a moment. Then opened them, gaze sharp and steady again.

“I’m staying.”

You nodded. “Good. Stay.”

He didn’t move closer. Didn’t kiss your forehead or stroke your hair. That wasn’t Sasuke.

But he laid down beside you, his hand still holding yours. As if to say — if you drift again, I’m going with you.

And that was enough.