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h8ani · 2 years ago

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Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

Word Count - 3.3k

Warnings - fem!reader, slight overstimulation, fingering, oral (female receiving)

A/N - after months of having this in my notebook I finally finished it T.T I just wanna say thank you to everyone for liking part 1 & 2 of this and I hope you enjoy this just as much! I didn't expect to make multiple parts for this but I lowkey already have ideas for more parts if anyone is enjoying it enough to want more!

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Part One → Part Two → Part Three → Part Four

The door of your apartment slams as you trudge in, the sloshing of your shoes, soaked with the rain from the downpour that just drenched you outside. You dart for the couch, grabbing the closest pillow and quickly shoving your face into it and letting out a scream that would have alerted the neighbors in some way if it wasn’t muffled.

All day something has gone wrong, if it wasn’t one thing it was surely the next. It’s as if the gods above were playing games with you just to see how much you could handle before you undoubtedly snapped.

Waking up late wouldn’t have been such a bother if it wasn’t for the meeting with the Hokage you had. You had a performance review about the latest mission you were just on and no shock to you, it brought up how bad of a screw-up you must’ve been because all that was said was everything you did wrong. You were reprimanded for that along with your tardiness to the meeting, on top of that you never ate breakfast because of the rush you were in. Deciding after the meeting ramen would be the perfect meal to drown in your sorrows and finally get something in your system, only to realize that being in such a rush you absentmindedly forgot your coin purse. Deciding to finally leave and go back home, Mother Nature wanted to make sure you got there quickly and started a downpour just for you. Being soaked from head to toe was something every girl just needed, and so, here you are.

The frustration building inside of you makes every inch of your body feel like it might explode, tears threaten to spill past your bottom lashes and onto your cheeks but you refuse to cry and give in to the absolute shit show of a day you’ve endured. Your throat constricts while you take a deep breath, as you exhale the subtle sound of your doorknob twisting is heard, the door opens slightly, and before you can think your fingers fumble with your kunai, quickly throwing it and seeing it lodge into the wall next to the door.

Sasuke walks in to stop as he sees you, glancing at the kunai and then back at you. His eyes scan your body, seeing you sopping wet with a puddle of water soaking your once dry carpet, you were frowning at him and your eyes were slightly red even as you blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “Bad day?” He comes inside, locking the door once it's been shut.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Your voice was small yet still croaked as you spoke. He nods, not saying anything more as he makes his way towards you, hands gripping your wrist and tugging you back towards your room. Immediately you start to pull your wrist back albeit weakly. “Not that kinda bad day.”

“I figured as much.” He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it on your bed, if you had the energy you’d scoff at how he’s making it seem as if this was his room.

“No I mean-”

“Can you shut up for a second?” He interjects while waving a hand in your direction, ignoring the glare you shoot at him as he walks to your bathroom. He disappears for a moment until you hear the shower turn on. Once again making himself feel at home. You open your mouth to call to him when he reappears, hand beckoning you over.

Against your better judgment, you move towards him, feet seemingly having a mind of their own, and follow him into your bathroom. The steam that was already filling the small bathroom gave you a warm hug of warmth, not realizing how cold you were from the rain. A content sigh leaves your lips accepting the new damp warmth you felt.

“Wanna tell me what got you like this?” He asks while pulling his shirt off and dropping it at your feet. Confusion crosses your features as he continues to undress in front of you, the heat from the steam leaving and going straight to your face, you jerk your head away from him as you mumble a half ass answer about how it’s raining outside. You hear the rest of his clothes fall against the tile floor as he discards them all, quickly kicking them to the side so your wet ones don’t drip on his.

“How are you not wet? The weather outside is awful.” You ask, head still turned away to not look at him, still unsure as to why he decided to strip. It’s not like you haven’t seen him but the close proximity and eye contact are still something you weren’t used to.

“It’s called an umbrella, the clouds were dark, and it was obvious it was going to rain. You’d have to be blind to not see that.” You snap your head to glare at him which turned to sudden wide eyes as he was fully naked in front of you. Your eyes wander from his chest down to his toned stomach and venture further until- “Eyes up here.” He smirks when he sees the flush of your face.

“Why am I even in here?”

“We’re going to shower, you need to relax.”

“I- we- huh?” You stutter out, the gears in your head coming to a halt while you look at him as if a second head grew out of his neck. Sasuke rolls his eyes and slips his fingers under the bottom of your top and tugs it off and over your head, it drops to the floor with a loud splat sound from the rainwater soaked in it.

“I said you needed to relax, now shut up, stop asking questions, and take your pants off.”

“God you’re such a-”

“Yeah whatever, just hurry up before the hot water runs out.”

Once again, against your better judgment, you listen to him, your clothes are off and discarded with your shirt, a small pool of water creating around it. Soon you’re stepping into your shower first, the heat of the water relaxing your sore and aching body and warming you up in an instant. You audibly sigh and allow your eyes to close just feeling the water beat and fall down your chest like a steady stream.

Sasuke is soon after you, hands finding a place on your waist, the subtle squeeze making your body freeze up as if the water had turned frigid. “Relax, Jesus it’s just me.” Sasuke says, you can feel the huff of his breath on the back of your neck which does nothing to calm you down.

Relax? It’s just me? That’s exactly the reason why you couldn’t, the sole fact that if you two weren’t fucking then what was the point of being here? What was the point of this? This was too nice for him, too intimate.

His hands slide from your waist up to your shoulders and feel his thumbs press down and slowly rub, easily bringing you back from your thoughts. “You’re tense.”

“When am I not?” You joke, amusement evident as it was so obvious you’ve never been a relaxed person. The expectations are always so high for you even from such a young age, even now with so many responsibilities on your plate the urge to sleep and ignore it all is so heavy.

Sasuke doesn’t respond, thumbs pushing down deeper into your muscles massaging out all of the tenseness you have. You lean back against his chest, eyes shutting once again and letting a sigh escape your lips. His hands go down your back keeping the pressure to work out the rest of your body. “Fuck..” You whimper.

“There we go..” His fingers dig into your lower back finding the place where you melt into him, you lean your head back against his shoulder and sigh contentedly.

“Thank you for this.” You say quietly, barely heard over the stream of water coming from your shower head. It was a soft moment, both of you two never uttering anything other than foul comments to one another, always making sure the next word hurt more than the last, yet here you were; eyes closed and guard down against the chest of someone you couldn’t stand to look at when you were kids.

“Shut up.” His chest rises as he scoffs before dipping down to kiss your shoulder. “You looked a mess when I got here.”

Ignoring his comment, you bend forward to turn the heat up higher, you soon turn around to face him, his hair is damp and his cheeks are flushed from the steamy air. He didn’t have his signature grimace that always laid upon his face, being this close where the tension wasn’t filled with anger was…different.

His hands made their way back to your waist, squeezing the soft plush of your skin. The air; although thick with vapor, was brittle as a crisp autumn leaf, so fragile it could break if you breathed, and if it didn't snap you felt like you just might. Neither of you speaks, you fumble with your fingers, unsure if you should lay them on him as he has his on you.

Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, his hand slid to the back of your neck tugging you closer, a quiet “Come here.” leaving his lips before he was on yours.

Unknowing if it’s because of the intimacy of being in the shower together and the vulnerability it gave off, but the kiss emitted every little bit of exposure you felt. His hands held onto you tightly while yours lay upon his chest. Collectively, a sigh left you both; unspoken words left between you both and died on each other's tongue.

You feel the cool sheets against your warm skin as you plop yourself on your bed, the fluffy pajama bottoms you now have on bringing an added level of cozy you oh so needed to your day. You finally felt relaxed; cold, damp clothes soon forgotten as well as the ravenette who stood behind you. Your mind was mulled over with the sudden leisure that you couldn’t stop the squeal that escaped you when Sasuke’s cold hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you down the length of your bed. You turn to look at him when his lips come crashing into your own, soft lips pressing hard while you melt into his touch, kissing Sasuke has started to feel familiar, a comfort in kissing his lips and knowing how the other works.

One of his hands comes up to take place at your throat, slightly squeezing to elicit a small whimper from you. Just like you feeling familiarity in his lips he feels the same in knowing just how you’d react, feeling just as if he knows a part of you. His hand slips to the back of your neck pulling you closer, tongue slipping in and claiming your mouth for his own. His kisses become hungrier, more passionate. Fingers tilting your chin up so your throat is now exposed, he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and descends further down your neck. You become putty to his mouth as he finds your sweet spot, another whine leaves your lips only igniting him further.

His hands leave your neck and grip onto your waist pulling you to him and grinding your hips into his erection. Every whine and whimper that leaves your mouth sends every impulse in him into overdrive. “Still having a bad day?” He breathes out, lips ghosting over the sensitive mark he just created.

“It could be better.” You giggle, legs instinctively pulling him even closer to your clothed core. He smirks against the skin of your neck while hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pajama bottoms, you lift your hips allowing him to tug them off. He shifts himself down until he’s on his knees at the foot of your bed, he tugs you down to the edge of your bed until he’s at eye level with your already glistening core. Strong hands push your thighs until they’re pressed against your chest, a low growl reverberating in his chest. You’re this wet just from a few simple kisses, how pathetic.

His head dips down and licks through your slick, lips attaching to your clit and sucking causing your hips to buck in his mouth. He chuckles, the vibration pulsing your entire lower half as your hand shoots to his still-damp hair, your fingers thread and slightly tug while he circles his tongue. A quiet moan leaves your lips causing his eyes to shoot up and look at you, he sees your eyes closed; his tongue relieving you of all your stressors from the day. The small whimpers you let out only make his gaze darker, hungrier for you.

“I know you can be louder than that.” He says as he pulls back. Finally, you look down at him and see his black eyes boring into you, he sees your eyes glossy and lips slightly parted, he hasn’t even made you cum yet and you’re already like this, but that doesn’t stop the pout that forms on your face. Your hand tightens its grip on his hair and tugs his face closer to your heat.

“Keep going-”

“Be louder, I want to hear you.” His words are demanding, making you jut your lip out in a pout once more. “Be louder or I’ll leave.” You huff a breath and look away from him only to feel a quick slap to your thigh causing you to yelp and snap your head right back to him. No words being said between the both of you but you know it was a threat. His head dips back down sinking further as he keeps his eyes trained on yours while running his tongue through your slick core, his thumb putting just the right amount of pressure to evoke a slurry of curse words from your mouth. Your hips move and grind against his tongue, your hand tugging roughly at his hair causing him to groan into you. Thumb now leaves your clit and quickly replaces it with his mouth, his skillful tongue circling and flicking, having you clench down on nothing. Your whimpers turn to moans and now his name is the only thing you’re able to say.

You orgasm without warning, fingers tightening even more in his locks while your thighs trap him. A choked-out moan is heard loudly in his ears, another groan vibrates your body as he laps up all of your juices, his skillful tongue sending shivers up your spine as he doesn’t pull away while you ride your high.

Once the oversensitivity set in you squirm in his grip, legs planting down to try and push away from him but his arms quickly hook under your thighs and spread you wider for him, giving him even more access to your pussy. His lips suck harshly around your clit extracting a high pitch squeal from you. “Sasuke!” Your once woven fingers in his hair were now pushing him away, the oversensitivity having tears prick your waterline, it was beginning to feel too much, too much pleasure building up right after you just came.

Sasuke was eating you like he was starved, the lewd and wet sounds coming from where his mouth connected with your pussy were all that could be heard. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten again and your legs tremble, a silent indicator you were so close only minutes after your first orgasm.

As if he could read your mind and body so easily, Sasuke pushes two fingers in and pumps them at a quick pace, curling them as he does so. You’re shaking, his fingers hitting your g-spot again and again and again-

Your eyes roll back while you cum, your body tensing up and your head being thrown and pressed back into your mattress as you moan loudly. Once your body loosens up and legs go limp he finally pulls away.

The bed dips down as he climbs up your body, a cheeky smile plastered on his face when he sees the fucked out look on yours, a sense of pride filling his chest up to know he got you like this just from his tongue alone. Your eyes settled on his, trailing down to see his lips and chin coated in your slick.

Your chest rises with heavy breaths, eyes weary as you slowly blink up at him, the subtle tint of your face changing when catching his own eyes already looking down at yours.

His eyes scan your face, seeing how you divert your own away from him while trying to regain your breath. It’s funny, he did all the work and you’re the one out of breath. Sasuke fits himself more comfortably in between your legs, laying more of his weight on you as you both just relax in silence.

He can’t help but look at you in a different light, when he first came over months ago he didn’t know what got ahold of him. He was the last person you wanted to see and vice versa, but that didn’t stop him from barging in, he was always watching the village in one way or another, whether it was from word of mouth by someone or when he could sneak away, somehow whenever the latter happened you were always one of the first people he happened to catch sight of.

It was annoying.

He felt the irritation run up his neck when he saw you, the way you’d walk almost as if your nose was in the air, thinking you were better than him, better than everyone around you. Just seeing you from a distance he couldn’t stand, it’s like the same little girl he remembered back then was still in his head, glaring at him and calling him all the insults under the sun whenever he jabbed at you, but when he finally saw you he couldn’t help but be a little happy to see that same signature scowl that appeared on your face.

That first night he didn’t even come to fuck you, that was the last thing that he would have thought would happen, but when push literally came to shove against that damn wall his body took over, all the pent-up frustrations between you two over the years hitting the breaking point.

He can’t lie and say nothing has changed since he started coming over more frequently. He wasn’t supposed to be sneaking back into the village, he wasn’t meant to be seeing you so much, having moments like this. It’s easier to say he doesn’t give a damn about you, that it’s just the sex that keeps bringing him back, but when he does something so out of character as he did today he can’t help but feel like he should’ve just fucked you and left; pushed your bad day to the side, ignore your borderline broken figure and used you to his liking. He’s no nurturer, far from it yet he still worked your sore muscles out and had you cum till you were dizzy.

“This won’t happen again.” He thinks to himself. He can’t come back, he won’t. This will be the last time you see him and he sees you. The last time he feels your soft skin against him, fingers dancing across his back and playing with the hair while you both calm down. The last time you see his eyes staring back at you, different emotions each time and never knowing which one it is.

He’s convinced himself of it, never again.

But when you bat your pretty little eyes like you’re doing right now he can’t help but mentally curse himself as he finds himself leaning down to press his lips against yours.

He knows he’s going to come back.

He knows it and he can’t help but hate you for it.

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pupsec · 2 months ago

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𐔌 、sasuke　ﾉ　you find yourself paired with sasuke, whose sharingan flares uncontrollably around you 𓈒　◟

cw: sexual tension ノ mutual pining ノ Sasuke being emotionally repressed but physically reactive ノexplicit content ノdark themes ϑϱ

He noticed you before you noticed him.

The new girl—quiet, polite, always scribbling notes like the world would fall apart if you missed a single word. You sat near the back, tucked into a desk that creaked when you shifted, always careful not to take up space. You apologized when someone bumped into you. Bowed your head when spoken to.

But Sasuke had seen you.

Not just with his eyes. Not just as one more civilian girl stuck in a shinobi class. No—his body reacted first. Subtle. Wrong.

The first time you were paired together for a sparring demo, he didn’t think much of it. He rolled his shoulders, stretched his fingers, prepared to disarm and pin you like he would anyone else.

You, standing across the mat, looked like you didn’t belong. Your stance was careful but timid, knees bent, hands curled in soft fists like you weren’t sure if you should hit him even if ordered to.

And still—still—

The moment your eyes met his—

Click.

Sharingan.

He felt it burn behind his lashes. The heat curled up his spine, sharp and visceral, like his blood recognized you before his brain did. His muscles tensed, his breath hitched. He blinked once, hard, trying to suppress the activation, but the red glow remained. Spinning. Steady.

“Sasuke,” Kakashi said from the sidelines, arms crossed, voice firm. “Stand down. Eyes off.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Sasuke muttered.

He hadn’t. That was the worst part.

You hadn’t even touched him yet.

And you—gods, your eyes were wide, full of worry, not fear. “Are you okay?” you whispered, stepping back instead of forward. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He blinked.

You were worried about him?

The match was called off early.

He didn’t say a word as you bowed and shuffled back to your seat, clutching your sleeves. He didn’t even look up when Naruto made some dumb comment about “getting turned on in a fight.” He just sat in stunned silence.

Because his Sharingan had never reacted like that before.

And the second time?

It was even worse.

You were assigned to sit next to him for a paired scroll analysis—nothing physical, nothing strenuous, just reading and translating seal logic from a captured scroll. You barely said a word. You just leaned in, close, your shoulder brushing his, your hair smelling faintly of chamomile.

And again—

Click.

That soft pulse of chakra behind his eyes. The pull of it.

He swore under his breath and pressed two fingers to his temple.

“You okay?” you asked again, voice smaller than last time. “You keep… looking at me like something’s wrong.”

He looked down at you—really looked—and his chest tightened.

Because no, nothing was wrong. Nothing had ever felt so vividly right.

Too right.

He was on edge the whole time, and you noticed. You chewed your lip as you worked. Tilted your head and asked if he needed a break. Every time you leaned in to whisper something, every time your hand brushed his arm, his Sharingan flared.

He lied and said it was fatigue.

But it wasn’t.

It was you.

Kakashi cornered him after class.

“Sasuke.”

“Hm.”

“You’re too reactive.”

“I know.”

“Your Sharingan’s not just reading danger. It’s reading something else.”

Sasuke said nothing.

Kakashi's gaze sharpened. “Be careful with her.”

Sasuke didn’t argue.

Because he had been. Every time. Every class, every spar, every moment he felt you getting closer. He kept his hands to himself. He didn't say the things he wanted to say—like how the way you curled your hands in your sleeves made him ache, or how he dreamed once of your voice in his ear and woke up panting, half-hard, eyes glowing red in the dark.

He didn’t understand it. Not fully.

But his body knew.

And when you looked up at him across the classroom the next morning, lip caught between your teeth, eyes hopeful and unsure, he had to look away before the glow gave him away again.

You started noticing things, too. How Sasuke always seemed too still around you. How his hands flexed when you got too close. How his eyes flashed that eerie, beautiful red even when there was no threat, no danger—just you handing him a brush, just you brushing his sleeve by accident in the hallway, just you whispering his name when you didn’t understand something.

It happened in the training field first. You’d been partnered for drills again. The kind where one person runs through a jutsu and the other disarms. Easy enough.

Except nothing was easy with him anymore.

Because the moment he caught your wrist—just your wrist—his eyes snapped red. And you felt it like a wave, like heat straight through your gut, like a pressure point between your legs that didn’t belong to any nerve textbook.

You gasped. His grip tightened. Then he let go like you’d burned him. He turned away, silent.

But you couldn’t stop looking.

“Why does it always happen around me?” you asked him, the words tumbling out, half breathless, half desperate. “Your Sharingan. It never turns off when we’re close.”

He looked at you then, like he’d been waiting for you to ask. Like he wanted to answer.

“You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel like this,” he said.

And that’s how you ended up here.

In his apartment. On his bed. Stripped to your thighs, your skirt pushed up, your breath stuttering against his mouth while he laid you out beneath him like a secret he’d been aching to touch.

His eyes glowed red above you.

Spinning. Ravenous.

You moaned just looking at them.

“Does it scare you?” he murmured, his voice low, brushing against your lips.

You shook your head. “No.”

“I see everything with these,” he whispered. “Every twitch. Every tremble. Every time your body begs.”

You whimpered.

He kissed you hard.

Then he dragged his hands down your sides—calloused, reverent—until they slid under your thighs and pushed them apart. You trembled beneath him, naked from the waist down now, your panties discarded somewhere on the floor, your cunt slick and throbbing in the open air.

Sasuke looked down at you like he was starving.

The Sharingan spun faster.

“You’re so wet.”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“No,” he snapped. “Look at me.”

You obeyed. Eyes wide. Cheeks burning. You were already breathing too fast.

“I want to see you when you cum,” he said, voice like gravel and thunder. “I need to.”

And then he thrust inside you.

You screamed—a raw, broken sound, pleasure burning hot and deep, your walls stretching around him with sweet, aching pressure. He filled you completely, his cock thick, hot, veined, dragging against every tender place inside you that you didn’t know existed.

He growled against your neck. “So tight. So perfect.”

You clung to him, shaking. “Sasuke—fuck—it’s too much—”

“No,” he rasped, dragging his hips back and slamming in again. “It’s not enough. I’ve waited too long.”

He set a rhythm, brutal and precise—his hips snapping forward, again and again, driving into you while you sobbed his name against his jaw. His hands gripped your thighs, pinning you open. You felt exposed. Owned. The Sharingan flared brighter, and he groaned like it was feeding off you, off your pleasure, off the way your body clenched around him.

“I can see every fucking twitch,” he groaned, pounding harder. “Every time you get close. You want to cum already?”

You nodded, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Then cum.”

You shattered.

Your body locked up, your cunt spasming around him so hard it knocked the breath from your lungs. You screamed his name again—“Sasuke!”—while your orgasm ripped through you, pulsing hot and endless.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept fucking you, harder now, chasing his own release.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he snarled, voice raw. “Gonna cum so deep you feel it for days.”

“Do it,” you begged. “Please—please cum—”

His hips slammed forward one last time—and he groaned loud and low as he came, cock twitching deep in your soaked, spasming cunt, hot cum spilling inside you, leaking down your thighs. His Sharingan flickered, glowing blinding for a moment as he groaned your name like it was a prayer.

And then he collapsed over you, breathing ragged.

You were still shaking. Still full.

Still glowing from the inside out.

And when he finally lifted his head, his eyes were dark again.

But he was still watching you like he’d never seen anything more dangerous—or more precious—in his life.

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ninibeingdelulu · 1 year ago

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It's too much ?

a/n: suggestiveness (a lot)

Your fingernails rake down the taut planes of his heaving back as his hips pin you deliciously to the mattress.

Swollen lips crash together in a messy tangle of heat and need drawing breathy whimpers from your very core with each sinful sweep of his tongue.

"Mmm..." Another desperate moan catches in your throat when he grinds down with purpose, coaxing delirious friction against that throbbing ache rapidly blooming between your thighs.

His name drips like melted sin from your kiss-swollen mouth in encouragement.

Before you can even register the movement, he suddenly wrenches away - chest heaving and his eyes wide with molten arousal.

You whine pitifully at the abrupt loss of contact until his forehead thumps against your shoulder accompanied by a strangled groan torn straight from his gut.

"Fuck..."

The singular expletive rasps out in an utterly wrecked breath fanning over your already feverish skin.

You can't bite back the husky giggle that bubbles up at how thoroughly ruined that typically stoic demeanor has become in mere moments.

"Aw...can't handle a few little kisses there, baby ?"

You tease with a breathy lilt, fingers ghosting back up to toy with the damp strands sticking to his nape.

"My lips must be very good to have you so hot and bothered already..."

His head shakes minutely against your collarbone before shifting enough to angle that scorching bedroom stare directly into your now hopelessly dazed one.

Those powerful hands instantly slide upwards to map every tantalizingly bare inch - practically searing your flesh in tingling trails.

"No...I can handle those just fine..."

He visibly shudders when you boldly arch up into his caressing palms with a teasing whimper for emphasis.

"It's the obscene little noises you keep making,...shit. You have no idea what those fucking sounds do to me..."

He punctuates that particular statement by sealing his mouth over yours once again with a possessive growl quickly swallowed between famished lips.

You smile victoriously into the fiery clash of tongues and roaming hands intent on reducing you both to puddles before morning's light.

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hanahaki270 · 1 year ago

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♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ “You Belong to Me” ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

・❥・ Synopsis ・❥・ Having an Uchiha as an ex doesn’t mean anything. Once you’ve managed to make them fall for you, you’re basically stuck with them for eternity.

・❥・ Pairing ・❥・ Sasuke x Fem!reader

・❥・ A/N ・❥・ I finally decided to continue watching shippuden after having it on pause for 5 years.. yeahhh so I’m having a huge obsession with it rn. Also please feel free to send prompt requests for me to write! And I feel like I definitely could have written this out better but I was in a rush and stressed out about Job interviews so mb

♥︎

You finally gathered the courage within you to end your relationship with Sasuke. This wasn’t an easy decision. In fact it was tearing you apart. You still loved him. But the differences between your priorities and his were far too different to the point where they were conflicting with each other.

You might as well have been talking to a wall that day with how blank his expression was after you just announced how you were breaking up with him. The loud silence was killing you inside, does he not care at all?

♥︎

-You wanting to break up with him was like a jab at his ego. The Sasuke Uchiha. The last prodigy of his clan and you wanted to leave him? Though this enraged him, he refused to let you know it. He couldn’t let you have the satisfaction of knowing that this actually affected him.

-After you left the apartment he started to completely trash the place. Everything in it was obliterated into nothingness. But as soon as he went out in public he acted completely fine as if nothing happened.

-Anytime you were around he would make sure you saw him with other girls. He wanted to show you that he could be with anybody he desired without a problem, at any given second. Show you that you weren’t nothing special to him.

-He was lying. Because as soon as you left his vision he treated the girls like shit and pushed them aside after they served their purpose in making you jealous.

-He tried to sleep with random women in the village to further prove that he didn’t need you. (He was really just trying to convince himself) but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. None of them even compared to your beauty. Even the thought of another person lying on the bed you two once shared disgusted him.

-After weeks of this even Sasuke couldn’t believe his own facade. He craved you. He craved your smile, your laughter, Your touch. And is willing to do whatever it takes to remind you that you belong with him.

-He sucked up his pride and begged Naruto to send you two on missions together. So you’d be basically forced to talk to each other . (Naruto uses this against him every now and then)

-During one of the missions, one of your comrades decide to get a little touchy with you. You pay this no mind since you have no interest in the guy, but Sasuke definitely notices it. What’s a worthless ninja doing talking to what’s his?

-A couple of days after that mission, the scenario of another man getting that close to you haunted Sasuke day and night. There’s no way in hell you’d ever willingly decide to be with any other man but him. Right? He needed the reassurance and he needed it now.

-It was 4 am when you opened the door to your apartment after you were awoken by loud desperate banging on the door just to be faced with your ex. He invited himself in, closing the door behind him as he slowly crept towards you.

“Sasuke?”

-He reached for your hand and held it in his, as he focused on you as if there was nothing else in this world. You could tell he developed dark circles since the last time you saw him.

“The day we got together was the day I chose you to be the one I repopulate my clan with. The only one worthy of the surname Uchiha. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

-He noticed how you were at a loss of words so he took this moment to do what he’s been yearning to. He grabbed the back of your head pulling you into a kiss. The kiss was messy and desperate. He kissed you as if you were the oxygen he needed to breathe. And to him, you were.

-Needless to say you were vulnerable to his request and took him back. How could you not?

♥︎

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dragonsoulage · 9 months ago

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When you are on your period

feat. Neji Hyuga, Naruto Uzumaki, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Kankuro, Kiba Inuzuka, Sasuke Uchiha

Hello guys, this is now my next smau this time with the Naruto boys, hope you like it.🤌🤣 English is not my first language, please keep that in mind

warnings: fluff, maybe a little crack too

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myloveobbsessed · 6 months ago

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Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Character's: Sasuke Uchiha x femreader

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Sasuke Uchiha definitely is the jealous type. Though of course his pride keeps him from outwardly saying it he certainly expresses it in some ways.

Sasuke impatiently waits as you chat it up with an ‘old friend’ as you say. His eyes sizing up your friend. Who doesn't seem to notice Sasuke’s impending stare and neither do you seeing as your back is turned to him. Your boyfriend's jaw clenches feeling as if your friend is a bit too friendly and too close.

The two of you are supposed to be going home to spend the rest of the night togther but it seems your social battery hasn't yet drained out. Sasuke fist clenched as he watches you laugh at a joke the man told you, like whats so special about this man anyway.

Sasuke exhales sharply through his nose, trying to keep his irritation in check. He knows he shouldn’t be this annoyed—you’re just talking, and it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong. But that doesn’t stop the ugly feeling curling in his chest as he watches you give this guy your full attention.

He debates whether or not to say something, but pride holds his tongue. Instead, he shifts his weight impatiently, arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowing dangerously. If looks could kill, your old friend would be reduced to ashes by now.

Then, as if the universe is testing his patience, your friend reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder as he laughs.

That’s it.

Sasuke moves without thinking, stepping forward and smoothly sliding an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His grip is firm, possessive, and leaves no room for misinterpretation.

Your friend blinks in surprise, finally noticing the dark aura radiating off Sasuke. You, on the other hand, are more confused than anything.

“Sasuke?” You look up at him, brows furrowed.

He doesn’t respond to you right away, instead leveling your friend with an icy glare. “We’re leaving.” His voice is calm, but there’s a sharp edge to it.

Your friend glances between the two of you before offering an awkward chuckle. “Ah, I see. Well, it was nice catching up, (Y/N).”

You nod, saying a quick goodbye before Sasuke promptly steers you away, his grip on your waist not loosening even as you walk.

It’s only once you’re a few blocks away that you finally stop and turn to him, crossing your arms. “Alright, what was that about?”

Sasuke looks away, feigning indifference. “Nothing.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Nothing? You basically dragged me away.”

He clicks his tongue, clearly irritated. “You were taking too long.”

You stare at him for a moment before realization dawns. A smirk tugs at your lips. “Wait… were you jealous?”

Sasuke scoffs, expression unreadable. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

But the slight stiffness in his posture, the way he avoids your gaze, and especially the fact that his hand is still firmly placed on your hip tells you everything you need to know.

You grin, leaning closer. “You totally were.”

“…Shut up.”

You laugh, poking his cheek teasingly. “Aww, Sasuke, I didn’t know you could be so possessive.”

His jaw clenches, and he exhales through his nose. “…You’re mine.” His voice is low, quiet, but there’s no mistaking the weight behind his words.

Your teasing falters for a moment, warmth flooding your chest at his rare display of vulnerability. You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Of course I am, dummy.”

Sasuke tchs, but his grip on you tightens ever so slightly. Even if he won’t say it outright, you know he’s relieved.

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kurokawaia · 1 year ago

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❛ Travel ❜ - 02

Thelast!Uchiha Sasuke X fem!Reader

WC; 2.6k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, suggestiveness, so slightly smutty near the end, i switched up the POV from first to second!!!

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: Hey! Can you make part 2 of travel with Sasuke? Like after she gets pregnant and when they have their baby, please make it mostly fluff but if you want to a bit of suggestiveness I don't mind 🤭- @enouche

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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during pregnancy

You walked silently down the path with Sasuke, holding hands. You were seven months pregnant and your belly really came out at the stage. Since you first broke the news of your pregnancy to him, Sasuke had been pretty attentive.

He'd said it would be safer for you in the village, therefore, it was to the village that the two of you were headed. He nodded quietly at something very unexpected that slipped from Sasuke's lips, and immediately the raven smiled in a kind and soft way as he looked straight at you. "Are you feeling okay now?" he said with kind voice.

You nodded, then in turn, you squeezed his hand too. "I am feeling good, Sasuke—just tired."

He led you to a nearby bench under the cherry blossom tree. The falling of the petals around you makes it really magical. He then sat beside you, placing one of his hands on your belly. "He seems to be pretty active today," he said, feeling a small kick.

You chuckled softly at how optimistic Sasuke was in this shared life of yours with a boy. "Yes, they've been moving around a lot. Maybe they're excited to meet their father."

He looked at you so lovingly as he leaned over to kiss your forehead. "I can't wait to meet them either."

You cuddled up to him. "You are going to be such a good father, Sasuke."

Because he looked down at you seriously yet full of love. "And you, you will be a good mother," he said, brushing some of the hair out of your face lightly.

The two of you just sat there for a quiet minute. Sasuke embraced and pulled you closer to him, his arm was around your shoulders as he murmured, "I'm so grateful for you, for our family."

No less assured that in fact you were going to start this new chapter in your life, with Sasuke right beside you. "I love you, Sasuke," you whispered.

"I love you," he said, grazing his lips lightly.

You both were sitting under the cherry blossom tree, the soft rustling of the petals in the breeze bringing another small kick. You smiled. "I've been thinking," you said, looking up at Sasuke, "do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

His eyes were calm, but that tint was there: thoughtfulness. "It's a boy," he said with quiet certainty.

You smile, laughing slightly. "And to that, you're so certain, really? But why do you have an idea that it's a guy?" He glanced up to you. "Oh, I don't know. Just never had a mistake after being told. And his movements, even his kicking, he's such a strong boy."

You chuckledl. "Or maybe she's just eager to show how strong she is."

Sasuke smirked, a smile touching the corners of his lips. "Maybe."

You intertwined your fingers with his. "Do you have any names in mind?"

"If it's a boy, Itachi," he said quietly.

You nodded, very aware of what he meant to imply with the name. "That would be," you said softly. "And if it's a girl?"

His softened a little, eyes glazing over. "I don't know," he muttered.

Your heart warmed at the suggestion. "Izuna would be beautiful," you said, squeezing his hand gently.

Sasuke nodded thoughtfully. "That sounds nice."

You leaned into him, placing your head against his shoulder. "Our child will be so loved," you whispered.

He slipped an arm around you, pulling it across. "They will," he said firmly.

"Stay here," he said softly. "I'll get the water."

You nodded, watching him stroll down to the riverbank. As he bent to fill the bottle you eyed a fallen log that looked like a little challenge you could have some fun with by walking across. You feel a little playful, and your balance seems pretty good, so you might as well give it a shot.

You carefully stepped onto the log, putting one foot in front of the other. You knew you were supposed to be taking it easy, but that playful urge was just too strong to resist. Under the weight of your body, the log started to wobble as you steadied with a giggle.

It was then that Sasuke turned behind him to see you. His eyes had gone wide by an inch, and he looked concerned. He capped the bottle with water hurriedly and stood up all at once.

The next instant, he was beside you, his face turned serious. Sliding one arm in under your arms, he heaved you off the log and set you back onto firm ground. "It's not safe," he said quietly, his warm breath against your ear.

"I didn't mean to worry you," you said softly.

He looked into your eyes. "You need to be careful," he said, his voice steady. "For the baby."

You nodded, "I know. I will."

He handed you the water bottle, his expression softening for one moment. "Here, drink this."

You took the bottle and smiled up at him. "Thanks, Sasuke."

You leaned over to kiss him. You tiptoed to press a kiss on his lips but due to the baby in you, it proved really hard. You swayed a little and suddenly felt Sasuke's hand, placed on your waist, steadying you.

You finally reached his lips and pressed a light, loving kiss to them. Sasuke returned the kiss, equally tender, warm against your mouth. When you pulled back, you could feel a faint smile tug at the corners of his mouth.

"You're quite the determined one," he said softly.

You chuckled softly, "Well, I have a good reason to be," you said.

He squeezed you again.. "Just be careful," he repeated, his voice filling with concern.

"I will," you promised.

After birth

At your side stood Sasuke, eyes widened at the bundle of fabric, the baby within it. Just fed, now dozing peacefully, tiny fingers wrapped around your thumb.

As you looked down at your kid, you experienced the same wave of love. You muttered, "He's perfect," as you raised an eyebrow at Sasuke.

Sasuke gave a nod. "He is," he responded in a deep voice.

You murmured, "We have to name him," as you once again cast your gaze down at the infant.

For a few moment, Sasuke remained silent, his gaze fixed on the infant's face. He said, "Itachi.

"Itachi," you said again, softly, trying out the name on your lips. "Uchiha Itachi." You smiled at Sasuke.

Sasuke nodded. Infrequently used, real smile. "It suits him." He reached out to stroke the baby's cheek with his fingertip.

The infant shifted slightly as he slept, biting his little lips into a happy smile. Raising your gaze, you met Sasuke's eyes. "Thank you, Sasuke," you said. "For everything." "No, no," Sasuke leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. "We're all family," he stated plainly, "but I should be giving you my gratitude."

Itachi interrupting you two

Itachi was finally tucked into bed after a long day through play, you and Sasuke left to your own devices.

You were standing in the kitchen, nearing the end of the dishes, when he approached from behind. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his gentle touch made you lean into him. You could feel his breath on your neck.

"Sasuke," you whispered, a smile playing on your lips.

He turned you around to face him, his dark eyes filled with that familiar desire. "Finally, a bit of alone time," he whispered, his voice low.

Your heart was at a race as he began to lean in, and then he took your lips with a scorching kiss. His hand wrought on your back, drawing you near as the kiss deepened. You felt yourself responding, your fingers tangling in his hair.

You let your hands slide from Sasuke's hair, trailing down his chest, to find their prize at the tie holding Sasuke's nemaki together. You tugged at the tie, and the nemaki fell open. You seized the opportunity and placed your hands onto his bare chest.

In return, Sasuke pulled your body closer, yearning for the warmth radiating from your body.

Just as things were getting good, you heard the unmistakable sound of small footsteps padding down the hallway. You both froze, pulling away from each other just as a yawning Itachi appeared in the doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Sasuke visibly slumped, his shoulders dropping as a sigh escaped his lips at he tied his nemaki. "Not now…" he muttered under his breath, the look on his face slightly frustrated.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Itachi's voice was small and drowsy.

Hurriedly, you and Sasuke separated to untangle each other and recollect yourselves. You cleared your throat and gave your son a warm smile. "Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing out of bed?"

Itachi blinked up at you, his expression confused. "I had a bad dream," he said softly, shuffling over to you; he is still holding his comfort blanket.

You draped your arms around him, and your bent-over body gave way into a comforting embrace. 'Oh, baby, I am so sorry. Do you want to talk about it?'

He shook his head, pressing his face to your shoulder. 'Can I sleep with you and Daddy?

He nodded next to you. "Sure thing," he murmured.

You hoisted Itachi into your arms, then, his little arms about your neck, and moved into the bedroom. Sasuke followed, his hand trailing to the small of your back.

And when you finally laid Itachi down between both of you in bed, he fell asleep fast and started making those adorably tiny snores that took up the whole room.

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Sasuke was sitting at the kitchen table, engrossed in reading a scroll, while you were preparing dinner. The sound of your two-year-old son, Itachi, playing with his toys filled the room with cheerful background noise.

Suddenly, you heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet as Itachi toddled over to Sasuke. He tugged on his father's pants, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Daddy,” Itachi said in his sweet, childish voice, “I want gar-leck.”

Sasuke glanced down, a puzzled expression crossing his face. “Garlic?” he repeated, unsure if he had heard correctly.

Itachi nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, gar-leck! I want gar-leck.”

Sasuke looked over at you, a rare moment of uncertainty in his eyes. “Is it normal for him to eat minced garlic?” he asked, his voice low so as not to alarm Itachi.

You chuckled softly, wiping your hands on a towel as you walked over. “He’s been curious about the smell ever since he saw me using it in the kitchen. He might just want to try it.”

Sasuke still seemed hesitant. “But garlic?”

You smiled and crouched down beside Itachi, ruffling his hair gently. “How about this, sweetheart? We’ll let you try a tiny bit, okay?”

Itachi’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Okay, Mommy!”

You glanced up at Sasuke, who still looked a bit unsure but gave a small nod. You stood up and went to the kitchen counter, carefully mincing a small piece of garlic. You placed the tiniest bit on a spoon and handed it to Itachi.

“Here you go, Itachi. Just a little taste,” you said gently.

Itachi eagerly took the spoon and put the garlic in his mouth. To your surprise, his face lit up with delight instead of scrunching up. “Yummy!” he exclaimed, looking up at you with a bright smile. “More gar-leck, Mommy!”

You laughed, exchanging a look of surprise with Sasuke. “Are you sure, Itachi? It’s pretty strong.”

“More, more!” Itachi insisted, bouncing on his toes.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, clearly still baffled by his son’s unusual taste. “He likes it,” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

You shook your head with a smile. “Alright, but just a little more, okay?” You minced another small piece of garlic and handed it to Itachi.

He gobbled it up happily and immediately asked for more. “More gar-leck, please, Mommy!”

You chuckled and shook your head. “No more garlic, sweetheart. It’s not good to eat too much.”

Itachi pouted, looking up at you with big, pleading eyes. “Please?”

Sasuke knelt down beside him, gently ruffling his hair. “Listen to your mother, Itachi. Too much garlic isn’t good for you.”

Itachi sighed but nodded, accepting your decision. “Okay, Daddy.”

You leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Good boy. How about some apple slices instead while dinner cooks?"

Itachi’s face brightened again. “Yay! Okay, Mommy!"

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h8ani · 1 year ago

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Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

Word Count - 4k

Warnings - smut, angry sex, public sex, fear of getting caught, hair pulling, angst, slight paranoia, kinda non-canon structures (its been a long time since i watched naruto tbh so disregard the village not being exactly how the anime is), oral - male receiving, face fucking, gagging, degradation, penetrative sex, fem!reader, choking, reader is described to be wearing a dress in this chapter, there’s a voyeur

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It’s been a few days since the last time Sasuke was over. You’re used to the silence in between his visits; it’s become second nature to go days, even weeks, without seeing him, and the radio silence between each time he visits has become more common than the last.

It doesn’t bother you. It does. You could really care less. Sasuke has been the only thing that’s been on your mind. You absolutely hate him. You feel…conflicted.

Limbs tangled with one another, all you could hear were the heavy breaths that escaped both of your lips, your body rising and falling every time Sasuke took in a deep breath as you laid on top of him, his hands dancing along the skin of your back so featherlight it almost tickled.

Neither of you had uttered a word, just basking in the feeling of touching the other’s skin; the warmth radiating off each other’s body heat brought a sense of familiarity that you couldn’t quite pinpoint just why you felt most comfortable in his arms. You mentally shook the thought away; there was no need to focus on that. Your mind had already cleared up from the sex fog he had put you under and had started to race with a million different things that you wanted to bring up to him. Why did he do what he did? When was he going to leave again? He’s going to leave right away, don’t be stupid. When were you going to see him again? Why did he leave in the first place? You wanted to bring up so much, but you couldn’t brush off this feeling that something was about to happen, as if the rainstorm you were caught up in earlier today was a warning of a disaster brewing and about to happen.

“What’s wrong,” Sasuke spoke up, his words sounding more like a statement than a question. His eyes were trained on you, making your stomach involuntarily tighten with their intensity. He had been focusing on the multitude of expressions that had graced your face within the last minute; you were completely oblivious to his stare; somehow, he wanted to blame the sex for your lack of inattentiveness and not the fact that you may feel safe around him, no it couldn’t be that. Being distracted has nothing to do with him and everything to do with you being incompetent. Yeah, that’s it.

Your eyes met his, and before he knew it, your eyes lit up, a small smile appeared, and a simple shake of the head erased any form of contemplation he had previously seen. “Nothing.” You quickly say, “Just thinking.” Bullshit

“About what?” He interjects, his hands that were once dancing lightly across your back were now holding your hips, gripping ever so slightly.

“Just thinking, random thoughts, it doesn’t matter.”

“If it doesn’t matter, then you can tell me.”

Huffing a sigh, you stare back at him, his emotionless pools of black not letting you get a read on him, yours: uncertainty. “You won’t answer me even if I ask.”

He raises and sits up, causing you to reposition yourself in an upright position as well; your eyes stay trained on him as his stare hardens, almost as if what you just said offended him somehow. His eyes glance into yours as if he needs to be wary now. “I’m not answering anything about why I’m back in the village or why I left.” He blurts out quickly, a scoff following soon after. “You know you can’t say anything about seeing me. Don’t go blabbing about it to any of your little friends, or I won’t be coming back.” His stare solidifies as your jaw drops ever so slightly; the hardened look he’s giving you makes your chest tighten, and your body rises in temperature.

Sasuke sees your expression fall ever so slightly before you catch yourself and, in turn, sends the signature scowl he’s grown accustomed to back in his direction. Your eyes narrow while you sit up straighter, the discarded sheet on the bed now pulled tightly to your chest, and he curses at the way that made his stomach clench. He doesn’t care if you’re mad at him, but he can’t lie and say he didn’t want to ruin your two’s good momentum today. The sex was great, and he wanted to leave on what would be considered a good note for the both of you.

“I think you should go,” you say simply. You avert your glare and decide to stare at the wall instead, avoiding his eyes. “You know where the door is.” Ouch.

He rubs his face and sighs. “Look, you don’t get-”

“I don’t care, Sasuke. Like I said, it didn’t matter. So why don’t you just leave? I never saw you, and I’m not going to tell any of my “little friends.”

You sigh and throw the blankets off you, quickly grabbing your clothes and slamming your bathroom door shut.

Your throat tightened from the moment you got up, wanting to get away from him from the very moment he opened his stupid mouth. You take a slow, deep breath and let it out; the tightness in your throat drops to your stomach. Why would he even snap like that? What gives him the right to think he could speak like that to you? You miff another sigh out as the conflict in you bubbles up even more with the thoughts running rampant. How stupid could you be for thinking he actually could’ve been somewhat of a nice human being after today?

Your thoughts were quickly silenced by the sound of your front door opening and closing, the door shutting louder than necessary. Fucking asshole.

You shake your head to rid yourself of your thoughts as you look at yourself in the mirror, you fix your hair and check over your outfit in the mirror, quickly doing a little 360 in your mirror. Everyone had decided that tonight was a good night to hang out and have some drinks as no one had any missions for tomorrow, so there was no need to worry about any impending hangovers.

You changed into a nice dress that fell mid-thigh; it was form-fitting and casual enough that you didn’t overdress or underdress with it. You pulled your hair into a high ponytail and just enough makeup to cover any eye bags that were more prominent than usual, no less from your sleepless nights thinking about he-who-shall-not-be-named-or-thought-of. You looked yourself over in the mirror and smiled. You felt pretty tonight, and it was nice not constantly to be in work mode for once.

The stressors from work and the expectations you always got from everyone took a toll on your body more than you would have liked. You were expected to never make any mistakes and always be three steps ahead, and it was simply a lot. Was it fair? Probably not, but it was also what you got for being a perfectionist at such a young age. You gave everyone expectations where you could only rise instead of fall. If you fell, everyone would know, and you just couldn’t have that.

You leave your apartment and make your way down to meet your friends. The air had a slight chill to it as the sun was finally setting, but something along with the chill was bothering you. You couldn’t brush off the feeling that someone was watching you.

Your feet skid to a halt as you spin, eyes cascading along the rooftops of the buildings around you. Your breathing picks up as your heart begins beating, and you feel every thump as your anxiety spikes. You internally curse yourself for being so stupid as not to even bring a single shuriken with you. For god’s sake, you could’ve popped one in your purse just for safekeeping. The anxiety you feel is derived from being paranoid, and you have to remind yourself no one is watching you and that it’s just your own mind playing tricks on you. You take a deep breath as you hear a name call out to you; turning back around, you see Shikamaru and Choji waving you over. You speed walk over to them, swallowing down the feeling of someone’s eyes on you. Was Sasuke here again? You wouldn’t expect him to be over so soon after the fight you two had just days ago. He’s never over this soon after he leaves anyway. Usually, it takes weeks for him to come over, sometimes even months. Although his eyes being the ones you’ve felt had to have been it, there’s no other explanation.

The buzz of the alcohol was finally settling in; once you got inside, you decided you needed a tiny little shot to calm your nerves and anxieties, then another once all your friends arrived and wanted to take a group shot, and now here you are ordering your third. You’re a lightweight, no shock about that, and feeling a bit dazed as you stare at the shot of alcohol sitting in front of you. You’re so zoned out, not even realizing the presence of someone taking the seat next to you at the bar table.

“You look nice tonight.” A familiar voice catches your ear, and you turn, seeing Shikamaru next to you. A sudden rush of heat hits you as you stare back at him. “Oh, T-Thank you.” You stutter out and mentally smack yourself. You divert your attention back to your shot glass, suddenly remembering how intriguing it was just two seconds ago.

Suddenly, hearing the sound of glass scraping against the bar table, you look up and see a similar shot in Shikamaru’s hand. “Cheers?” He holds up his shot glass, waiting for you to do the same. A small chuckle leaves you as you hold yours up and clink your glass with his. “Cheers.”

You knock back the shot, grimacing over the familiar burn down your throat and the fuzzy feeling deep in your stomach. You sigh and slump back against your seat as you look at Shikamaru. “You look nice too, I think I forgot to compliment you back.”

He chuckles, “Thanks, I didn’t really know what to wear. I wanted to come in sweats and a hoodie, but Ino just about had a conniption when I mentioned that.”

“Oh, don’t lie, you didn’t even want to come to this.”

“And you did?”

“Well, you got me there, didn’t you?”

Laughter fills the air around you two as you continue to talk about past missions, the latest drama you’ve heard around the village, and even as mundane as the midnight snacks you two have had, you were actually…enjoying yourself; the thought of Sasuke had been dissipated like the rain that had come and gone from the prior days. Listening to Shikamaru talk was something you found yourself rather enjoying. Still, maybe that’s just the alcohol in your veins talking. Yeah, that was definitely it. “So, what’s new with you?” Shikamaru asks, his eyes finding yours, and the sudden tightness is once again back, whether that being because the only thing that seems to be ‘new’ in your life was Sasuke and every little defiling and obscene moment between you two replayed again in your head or because you actually might be liking the attention Shikamaru is giving you the world will never know.

“Ah, you know. Lots of training, lots of missions, lots of-”

“Staying in your apartment all day and night?”

You quirk an eyebrow up at him, lips slowly following suit. “Shikamaru Nara, are you stalking me?” An indiscernible giggle leaves your lips, which shocks not only you but also him. You can see the pink rising to his cheeks at your minor faux accusation; his eyes widen, and his hands immediately come up to defend himself. “No, I just hear Ino constantly nagging at me to hang out with her, that’s how I know. I don’t stand out of your window or anything like that. Do you know how much time and energy that takes? Do you know-”

“Shikamaru?”

“What?”

“I was joking.”

“Oh.”

“You know, for someone with an IQ higher than a tree, you’re kinda dumb.”

“You know what…Shut up.”

The air around you as you step outside drops a few degrees, causing you to shiver despite the multiple shots you had earlier. Glancing around, you notice how barren the pathways are and how barren the town seems. You glance back over your shoulder to see that Shikamaru is already on his way with his teammates, all drunk themselves, as you see them stumbling against each other.

Your apartment isn’t far from where you are, so you, in turn, make your way down the path. Bad idea. The more you walk, the more you regret that last shot you took and every single life choice you seem to have made tonight because the line you had been walking in had slowly turned into a wave, making you plant your hand on the building beside you. “Just a little more, and I’m almost home.” You blow out a sigh before taking another step forward. Looking up, your body freezes as you see a rock fly past you and fall to the floor to your right. Your senses come to realize that someone is near as you stare at the rock. The alcohol has slowed your reflexes because you’re yanked backward, a scream bubbling up in your throat. Still, before you can release it, a hand is clasped over your mouth, and you get dragged in between the two buildings down the small alleyway.

You begin kicking back and screaming into the hand, fighting as you’re dragged back further into the small space between the two buildings, your front pressed against the wall and the chills finding their way back up your spine once you hear his voice. “How stupid could you be?” His voice is loud in your ear, hand still firm against your mouth, not allowing you to utter a word. “Walking home drunk is one thing, but what the fuck are you wearing?” He seethes. Your dress is already riding up higher on your thighs, just below your ass, due to being pressed between the wall and the man himself. It took all of one big gust of wind to blow it up or one perverted old man to ‘drop’ something of his to catch a look up your dress. The anger that welled up in his chest was undeniable as he pushed off of you and spun you around to slam you harder into the wall itself. Your eyes caught him scanning over you; his already dark eyes seemed even darker tonight. The dress you wore hugged every inch of you perfectly, and it drove him madder seeing it hiked up higher than intended, all thanks to him. One more inch, and he could see the little lace thong he knew you were wearing. He finds your eyes and tsks at the dumbfounded look you gave him; just how stupid were you?

“Sasuke-”

“Shut up and get on your knees.” He cuts you off, hands gripping your arms and tugging you down until you plop down on your knees. The dirt underneath you digs uncomfortably into your skin. You look up, pupils dilated as you stare up at the ravenette. “Unless you want us to be caught, I suggest you not utter a single noise.” Without warning, Sasuke pushes two fingers past your lips and into your mouth, pumping the digits like they were his cock until they were soaked with your own spit. “I suggest you act right, given your circumstances.” He speaks, and your eyes narrow up at him; the urge to clamp your teeth on his fingers threatens to come to fruition, but you can’t ignore the subtle throb in between your legs. “Suck.” He says while pushing his fingers deeper and tugging his pants down with his other hand, pulling down the material along with his underwear, allowing his cock to spring out. You could feel yourself salivate just looking at him, wanting to trade his fingers for his cock against your better judgment. He presses his fingers down harder against your tongue, causing you to gag and choke on saliva; you can hear the snicker that comes from him as he watches you trying to quieten your coughing spout.

His hand threads into your hair, messing up your almost perfect ponytail, the grip burning your scalp as he pulls you forward, knees dragging against the ground while the tip of his cock presses against your wet lips, his precum smearing across them in an almost erotic way that Sasuke doesn’t think he could last by just looking at you.

You drop your jaw open while he pushes his cock past your lips, enveloping himself in the warmth that is your mouth. The grip on your hair grants you nothing but pain as his hips begin to move to their own rhythm, his cock hitting farther back than the last thrust. You try your best to breathe through your nose as he fucks your face to his liking; maybe if your mind weren’t so focused on Sasuke being here, cock down your throat and his eyes watching you so meticulously, you’d have the nerve to push back, make him slow down, maybe even explain why he knew you were out with your friends in the first place and not at home.

Tugging you even tighter, Sasuke pushes your head until your nose is brushing against his stomach; your throat tightens as he effectively pushes each inch into your throat. “You feel me? Do you think that Shikamaru could ever stretch your throat out like I do? He might as well try something with you seeing how fucking drunk you were tonight.” His hips rock forward until his dick hits further back into your throat. You choke around him, drool effectually spilling past your lips and down your chin.

Eyes squeezing shut, you sputter another cough, which turns into a gag around his length. A disapproving noise is heard from him as he pulls away, allowing you to take in deep breaths. As you open your eyes, you see him crouched down in front of you, a look one can only describe as displeasure. “How stupid could you be?” he says, slightly shaking his head before he speaks again. You’re supposed to be better than them.”

“Better than-”

Crack!

“Naruto! You idiot!” You gasp as you hear the rest of your friends walking down and getting closer to the alleyway you were in. They must’ve just now left the bar you all were at; this isn’t good; you need to leave; they can’t see you like this. You pull farther away from Sasuke as you see them pass the opening between the two buildings, all of them stumbling and unknowingly passing you as they walk.

Another tsk leaves his mouth as he shoves you forward; you catch yourself on your hands while grimacing at the sting that travels through the skin of your knees. You feel his hands positioning himself behind you, all while pushing your dress up to your hips and pulling your thong to the side. Suddenly feeling every bit of alcohol drain from your system, you become hyper-aware of what is really happening; you jolt forward, and before you can spin around to ask him what he thinks he’s doing, you’re yanked back by your hair, back arching to the point where you’re staring straight into his eyes. “Make sure to be quiet, or else everyone is going to see how much you love taking my cock.” A deep chuckle vibrates through him. “What would they think when seeing you on all fours in an alley? Perfect little (y/n) crying from how good my cock makes her feel; how would you ever live that down? You think Shikamaru would ever give you the slightest bit of attention after that?”

Letting go of your hair, a knee between your thighs pushed them further apart while you balanced yourself on your hands. The itching feeling that someone could see or be watching from a distance burns brighter than the pain in your knees. The swollen tip of his cock prods your already glistening entrance; you bite down on your lip to stop any form of a whine from slipping out. You swallow down the nerves as his hand leaves your hair to slip around your throat; the silent plea that he wouldn’t make this difficult left the moment his hips slammed into yours, his hand tightening on your throat, restraining the scream that threatened to bubble out. He gave you no time to adjust, his hand leaving your throat and falling to your waist, fingers digging into your flesh so tight as he slammed into you that you knew bruises would be there by morning.

You can’t help but glance up, fearing that any of your friends could leave the bar at any time and pass by, seeing you in the most compromising position you feel like you’ve been in. The subtle feeling that there’s a pair of eyes on the two of you grows larger while you scan around. No one has passed by the entrance, and this feeling could only be explained by you being scared of getting caught.

Sasuke’s breathy grunts found your ears, and a pang of alarm shot right through you as he was the one making noise. The subtle sound of skin slapping skin makes you even more fearful. The coil in your stomach is already winding tight; the quieter you have to become, the more your pussy grips him. You clench around him, pussy squeezing for dear life. Your nails dig into the ground beneath you, knuckles turning white.

“Oh, God…” You pant, dropping your head down between your shoulders. The sounds of everyone’s voices can be heard in the distance, and you try desperately to focus on anything other than the impending orgasm that’s slowly building up.

Sasuke shifts, bringing his hand in between your legs and fingers quickly to find your clit, rubbing quick little circles. You bite down hard on your lip, the silvery taste of metallic dancing on your tongue from allowing the moan that threatened to escape. No, You won’t give him the satisfaction of making you cum, especially this fast. You grab his hand to stop his fingers and feel his hand that was once placed on your waist slide across your skin and reach back up to your throat, drawing your back flush to his chest, knees digging deeper into the gravel on the ground and seemingly reaching deeper within you, a desperate whine left your lips as your eyes faintly rolled back. “Stop me from making you cum, and I swear to god, you’re going to regret it.” He growls while tightening his grip on your throat and bringing his other hand back to your clit. His hips snapped into you even deeper while he assaulted your clit. You struggle to gasp as the coil in you snaps; your body shakes as you lean back into him more, pushing him even deeper that you swear you see stars. You spasmed as you dug your nails into the hand that held your throat while he continued to pound into you.

He was chasing his own release, and the way he felt like you two would be caught at any moment spurred him on even more. He knew tonight was a lot, even on his standards of fucking you, but the way your pussy was fluttering around him, the deeper he got, and the rougher he became, he couldn’t stop. Your walls clenched around him, climax dragging out as your pleasure was heightened as he fucked into you; your name tumbled off of his lips before he bit into your shoulder, muffling the sinful moan he released as he came. You both fell forward, barely catching yourselves before hitting the ground, with heavy breaths syncing with one another while you catch your wit on what you two just did.

The feeling of someone watching you never did go away.

The angry pair of eyes attached to the redhead at the back end of the alleyway never left you two, either.

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vampireimiko · 7 months ago

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hot chocolate - mini fic

note, couldn't rlly think of who i wanted this to be about so i came up with multiple people, can also be applied to whoever you think of if they fit the shoe ^_^

Finally, it was your favorite time of the year, Christmas. While the weather and temperature may not be ideal, it was nothing that snuggling with hot chocolate by the fire couldn't fix. Not to mention you also had your boyfriend with you.

It was the first Christmas you two spent together in a while due to his missions. You loved how the festive season seemed to bring out a softer side of him. Normally so focused and serious, he was finally able to relax, his sharp edges mellowing into something warmer. Watching him fumble with the lights earlier in the day—grumbling under his breath about how they were always tangled no matter how carefully they were stored—had been a highlight of your holiday so far.

As the two of you sat on the couch, with the fire crackling softly, you two felt relaxed. He was stretched out beside you, an arm lazily draped over your shoulders as the glow of the Christmas tree illuminated the room in soft, colorful light.

“You really went all out with the decorations this year,” he murmured, his voice low and tinged with admiration.

You grinned, turning to face him. "It just felt right, especially with you being here finally. The Christmas spirit always feels better with someone else doesn't it?"

He chuckled, the sound deep and comforting, and tightened his arm around you. “I think you’ve outdone yourself. This feels... perfect.”

He cherished moments like this with you. Being able to hold you in his arms gave him a comfort like no other. His job was grueling, missions so dangerous there were times he thought he'd never see you again. But he prevailed through each mission just for you. You were enough to keep him grounded and not be as careless and impulsive.

You looked up at him, noticing the faraway look in his eyes. It was a rare sight to see him so introspective, and you couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind. Gently, you reached up and caressed his cheek, pulling him back into the present.

"Hey," You said softly. "What's on your mind babe?"

He leaned into your touch, his expression softening as his gaze met yours. “Nothing bad,” he assured you, his voice a quiet rumble. “Just... thinking about how lucky I am to be here with you. I’ve missed this more than I can put into words.”

“You’re here now,” you whispered, brushing your thumb against his cheek and going in for a kiss. “And that’s all that matters.”

After that the moment was quiet, save for the crackling fire and the faint hum of a Christmas tune playing on the radio.

Breaking the silence, you smirked, trying to lighten the mood. “You know, I think I’m the lucky one. Watching you wrestle with those Christmas lights was the best entertainment I’ve had all year.”

He groaned, his head falling back against the couch dramatically. “I’m never living that down, am I?”

“Not a chance,” you teased, poking his side playfully.

He chuckled, catching your hand in his before pulling it to his lips. The playful moment gave way to something more tender as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll take the teasing, as long as it means I get to be here with you.”

"God your so cheesy." You giggled jokingly, trying to hide the fact that he was making you flustered.

"Oh please you love it." He said playfully shooing you away.

You rolled your eyes, leaning back against him with a soft laugh. “Maybe I do. But don’t let it go to your head, Mr. Mission Impossible.”

He laughed at the nickname, his chest rumbling against your back as he tightened his arm around you. “Too late. You’ve already inflated my ego.”

You shook your head, smiling to yourself as the fire crackled softly in the background.

"By the way, are you gonna finish your hot chocolate?" He interrupted.

rick grimes (? in a modern world maybe), dick grayson, jason todd, leon kennedy, chris redfield, carlos oliveira, childe, miguel o'hara, sasuke + whoever else fits this

additional note ! i've been feeling absolutely terrible this holiday season but i felt enough joy to write this 🕵🏾‍♀️ so merry christmas!

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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kingkaisen · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, and he simply adores his little family. It’s just you, him, and your little girl, and he loves the both of you more than anything else in the entire world.

At first, he wasn’t the most prepared parent, truth be told. He didn’t know what to do when he first held his tiny newborn in his arms, as nine months flew by rather quickly, and suddenly, he was a real father.

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“She looks like a burrito,” Sasuke frowned, looking down at his baby girl in her crib as she happily stared up at him, becoming giggly at the sight of her dad.

“You’re being too hard on yourself,” you reassured him, kissing his shoulder. “You swaddled her just fine.”

“Then why is she kicking around so much?”

“Because she’s looking at you,” you smiled, as Sasuke’s little worried frown was just as adorable as the baby in the crib. “She’s excited because she sees you, so she can’t stay still.”

Suddenly, Sasuke’s frown melted into a soft smile.

“She looks just like you,” he said softly.

“I guess you’re right,” you paused, “makes me wonder if she’ll act like you, then!”

“I hope not,” Sasuke looked over at you. “I hope she doesn’t end up anything like me. I hope she never has to.”

You were silent for a moment. Then, you grabbed his hand.

“She won’t lose us too soon,” you gave his hand a comforting squeeze, trying to look into his eyes. “I promise. When she finally loses us, it’ll be when we both die, old and gray, once we’ve successfully raised her to be a happy, loving adult.”

“Hm,” Sasuke paused. “I never thought I’d grow old. Guess we’ll see.”

“You will — we both will.“

Finally, Sasuke looked at you. You were so…hopeful. It wasn’t something he was used to, but he loved it more than anything.

He gently placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Fine. We’ll grow old together. It’s a promise.”

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sur-i-ki · 5 days ago

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The Future We Could’ve Had

a/n: Brought this over from my Wattpad, with some minor changes that are yet to be done. 6.6 k words original WC. Ok so basically, Imma age everything up a little. Yeah if you have a problem with that, go read something else :(, after just rewriting the first chapter, I’ve hit 2.6k. 4.1k??? HUH and I’m nowhere near the end. Oh fuck. Timeskip moment. Forgive me if the time passed isn’t right, so far the ages are; 11 (start), 13 (becomes genin), 16(goes to training), 18 (comes back), 19 (pain arc), 20 (war arc), and so on. I do this because the ages of canon are weird with what the original plot was, but i don’t want to change it because i’m editing an old piece that was on WATTPAD?? Yeah, spare me, please. We have a huge WIP the trenches of my word doc, and part 2 of that one oneshot will be done whenever this is. 6.4k and the end is still nowhere in sight. I wanna finish this bro. Release me. 8.0k?? Holy fuck. 10.2 k, the end finally shows itself as a speck against the never ending void. Final word count: 14k. Ending might feel a little rushed but I’m burnt bro, i’ll polish it up later. i will cry if this flops bro. Not edited just yet

contains: heavy swearing, canon non-adherence, canon events, implications of sex, pregnancy, ANGST, but a lot fluff before that, major character death, no fluff ending. yippee

Naruto was incredibly, utterly, thoroughly, devastated. There aren’t enough words in any language to describe the sheer amount of overwhelming pressure he was feeling as Iruka sensei continued the lesson. He was learning the rankings and positions of Konoha Shinobi branch, and its connections to the other branches of the governing system. Not that he particularly cared for the others, because this is the important lesson. This lesson was going to tell him exactly how he was going to make it as Hokage. But, as the list grew on and on, and as the word that he waited for was not written on the board, he was-with alarming quickness-realizing that it was going to take him a significant amount of time, much, much longer than he had thought it would take.

Class was soon over, and he walked out for kunai practice in a haze, barely paying anything any attention. Instead, he was wondering how he could speed this tedious process up. Beat the system in a way that didn’t require him to become a Hokage when he was old. God, he could understand why Jiji was so annoyed all the time. If he turned into the Hokage when Naruto thought he did, then he’d be annoyed too. He didn’t want to be Hokage when his bones hurt! He wanted to be Hokage at an age where he could, ya’ know, help.

Regardless, his thoughts soon came to a halt as he started to notice a crowd forming at the far end of the field, around two posts. He picked up his weapons in a rush, because that space was familiar. That’s where Sasuke always trained. Which he knew, of course, because Sasuke was his rival, even if he acted like he wasn’t. Naruto was pretty darn sure he did know.

He pushed and shoved his way to the front, not paying any mind to the snide comments and side eyes he was getting. There, he saw Sasuke, and, some girl, throwing kunai and shuriken at breakneck speeds, almost as fast as Iruku sensei! Each throw landed with a solid ‘thunk’ right on the marked lines for aim. Neither of you paused, both contenders focused on a spur-of-the-moment competition. His eyes were wide with awe as he watched the weapons fly, you, gracefully deadly in your position. Usually, no one ever throws better than Sasuke, other than him, of course, but he’d give it to you, you were better.

Your arm uncurled in the exact way as the demonstrations they’d received earlier, feet lifted slightly, as if you were ready to move at a moment's notice. But what really got his attention were your eyes. Trained, staring down the post with an ease and confidence he noticed Sasuke was lacking. And lacking he was, because the last two kunai that Sasuke threw, were off the line. Your’s landed dead on, the last one being buried to the hilt.

A collective gasp went up from the students, heads turned as whispers started to fill the space around. The girl was the winner of the unsaid challenge. The girl, not Sasuke Uchiha, the darling boy of the Leaf Village. Naruto watched on with open fascination as his jaw dropped. After all, Sasuke was the one at the top of the class, and had always been. No one had ever beaten him before, not even him, as much as it pained him to say it. Especially one of the girls. Naruto kept watching as Sasuke and you shook hands and made the unison sign. Kept his eyes trained on you as you dusted off invincible dust from your shirt and walked up to Iruka sensei.

Trying to be stealthy, he walked over to the closest target to them and set up for practice. As he went through the exercise, he quietly listened in on the conversation.

“Sensei?”

“Yes?” Iruka replied, a tired, defeated look on his face as you smiled up at him.

“Since I’ve surpassed Sasuke in all evaluation areas, can I be the top rookie for this year’s graduating class?” Naruto missed the mark. Badly. Better than Sasuke in all fields? Seriously? He knew the bar you’d just surpassed, knew it well, because he’d been watching. He’d only accept it if Iruku sensei confirmed though, because who knows whether you’re lying or not. Besides, a girl as a top rookie? It had never been the case, ever, because the girls had top kunoichi. This girl-he thought, polishing a kunai quickly-is so full of air.

“I’m sorry, but you know I can’t do that. It’s not possible.” Hah! Liar! He purses his lips together to keep from laughing, “Top rookie is for boys, but I can make you top kunoichi instead.” Wait, so, no lying? Iruka sensei kind of confirmed that. What even is the big deal of a top rookie, when you can be the Hokage? Why were you being so persistent?

Naruto furrowed his brow. You must be worried, he supposed. The genin teams are made based off of class rankings, and they were all in the midst of practicing for the upcoming graduation tests, which would also be a deciding factor in team placements. You probably wanted better teammates or a higher ranked sensei. That made sense to him.

“Okay. Uhm. Does the top kunoichi get a higher ranking than the top rookie if she is better?” you asked in turn. Valid question. Naruto nods to himself. Well, of course. Why wouldn’t she? It made sense to him, if that was the case. He threw a shuriken. If you’re better, or the best, you stand at the top, easy. He kept throwing leisurely as Iruka sensei took out the Guidelines and Policies book. He made a face. That’s a book he doesn’t like to see, because he’s seen it far too many times.

“I would assume so.” He says, thumbing through the pages. “Oh, wait, it says here…” He trails off in disbelief, reading the page quickly. You rock on your feet, and Naruto can tell you’re waiting. He was too, he realizes, because he'd paused his training. Disguising it as a water break, he continued to listen in.

“It says here that ‘Top rookie is the highest ranking. Under no circumstances is that to be changed.’” You’d stopped moving. “And considering the other rules-”

“I can’t outrank the top rookie.” You fist your hands, face twisting in a scowl as you stare down at the ground as if it had personally offended you. “So I was right, kunoichis are considered weaker.” you mumble under your breath.

Iruka sensei looks on helplessly, hands fluttering as if he doesn’t know what to do with them. In the end, he clutches the book as you give him a quick bow and retreat back to your spot. A new sound rings through the field as you throw your weapons with renewed vigour.

Naruto turns away, dumbfounded. This is crazy. Sure, he doesn’t pay attention to much around him, if even. But he knows that this makes no sense, at all. If what you said is true, then the shinobi system, the shinobi system…?

“Is sexist.” He jumps at the voice, turning and seeing your smiling face.

“You knew I was listening?” He replied back, incredulous, because he was so sure that he had kept up the perfect disguise of training.

“Well,” You tilted your head, “ I didn't know until you started muttering, and I was standing right beside you.” You shrug, “Otherwise, I would not have known. Good job.”

Naruto stared, openly this time. You were slightly shorter than him, wearing plain pants and a green T-shirt he recognizes from the government orphanages. But what really got him was how pretty you were. Prettier than Sakura, hair soft and catching the light like ethereal threads. He kept staring and staring, lost in his thoughts until you raised an eyebrow at him, smirking.

He blushed furiously and stuck his hand out for an introduction, which you shook..

“I’m Naruto Uzumaki, the future Hokage!”

You laugh, loud and unashamed. His ears are, unfortunately, on fire.

He parroted your name back at you until he got it right, his efforts rewarded with a devastating smile.

“Last name is Sen, because that’s the name you get when you’re a no name orphan, and I’d like to be your right hand commander when you become Hokage!”

Naruto was elated. Absolutely elated because a girl was actually talking to him, the girl talking to him was very pretty, and because for once, his dream wasn’t met with disbelief. No, you, with your righteous belief that only children have, had looked him dead in the eye and told him his dream is valid, and then proceeded to speak yourself into it as well.

“Great, you can be my assistant-”

“Commander.”

“Right, that, and together, we’ll change the, uh, the-whatever, shinobi system!”

“Sexist.”

“I know that!”

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Graduation came and went, and he passed, though no one knew how. Expect those involved and you. You knew, because you were his best friend, and his crush, and it was his obligation to tell you, consequences be damned.

His pencil tapped on the desk as he crossed his fingers, hoping to be on your team, but it never happened. No. Instead, his stomach flipped over when Iruka sensei rattled your name off and not his. Naruto was so sure his eyes were glassy as you pushed back in your seat, moving to stand with your sensei. As you brush past him, a note falls in his hands, an address and time scribbled on, with the promise of celebratory ramen after the day is over. He gave you a grateful smile as you left the class.

It was also the only thing that kept him from flipping his table over when he got his team assignments, but it’s okay, it’s fine, everything is fine, will stay fine, even as he waits hours for his loser, useless, idiotic sensei to show.

Even Sasuke, in all his stoic glory, was getting frustrated, slowly getting on edge as Sakura had gone different, eyes filled with cold rage as she muttered, what Naruto could only assume, elaborate schemes to ‘remove the imbecile’. They may still have hope.

Soon, Kaka-sensei, courtesy of Naruto’s incredible nickname skills, arrived, and introductions were made on the rooftop. He mentions your position as right hand commander (ha, he got it right this time!) and completely ignores his sensei’s eye widening, Sakura’s disbelief, and Sasuke’s side eye.

He barely registers the other’s introduction, which were all pretty useless as far as he was concerned, because he was waiting to go meet you. After receiving instructions for the next day, he bids his teammates goodbye and leaves for your home.

As a genin, long gone were the days of shared spaces in a cramped orphanage. Now, you had an apartment like Naruto, in the shinobi district, whereas his was in the slums of the village. You’d expressed your displeasure over this many times now, cussing out village officials and angrily slapping protection seals all over his home.

He smiles, remembering the indignant rage with how you had all but ripped his door open, when suddenly he sees something that stops him dead in his tracks. The smell of ramen invades his senses as he stands shellshocked by Ichiraku ramen.

You were already here. But around your shoulders was the arm of some, some boy, and you didn’t look displeased by it. Red flashes in his vision, but holds himself back for a moment, trying to remember if you had ever mentioned this creature to him before. Nope, he couldn’t. And he took a small breath and started towards the two of you.

“Riko sensei is so incredibly cool and talented.” the thing drones on, face tilted towards you. Naruto tries to resist the rising urge to punch him. He falters, astonished by his thoughts, but continues. He wants to punch someone? For being friends with his friends? Is he stupid?

“I’m here” he says, pushing the thoughts away.

You turn towards him at the sound of his voice, and smile when you make eye contact. His heart stutters in his chest, trying to fly towards you, but he pushes back, pushes it aside as he finally looks at the boy.

“Naruto, future hokage. And you?”

The boy laughed, but introduced himself back. “Hito, future academy teacher.”

You pout at the exchange slightly, then chime in with your name and “Future commander.” as if not to be left out. Hito laughs good naturedly with Naruto. He then bids everyone goodbye before turning and leaving. As the both of you place your orders, Naruto asks about your day.

You burst into the details immediately, talking about how your sensei is a fuinjustu specialist, apprentice of The Fourth Hokage, how her teammates-one of them being Hito-were super nice, tacking on how they ‘treat me like a sister, Naruto! Like a kid!’, which he can tell you adore, with the way your smile is slightly tilted to fight a grin.

Naruto lets go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It’s a good thing, she has people to protect her, has teammates who treat her like siblings, so he’s good. In fact, he is fantastic. He orders two more bowls of ramen as the conversation continues, going from his team to the reactions of others to their genin teams and so on. Doesn’t even realize that they’re hogging counter space until they get kicked out, both of you laughing hysterically as you walk away.

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As if the aftermath of the Chunnin Exams wasn’t bad enough, Sasuke just defecting was the cherry on top. Then, to finish it off, the failed retrieval mission adds to the hurt even more. He doesn’t know loss like this, hasn’t felt it so intimately before. Jiji, then Sasuke, leaving as if-as if they didn’t spend the last three years training together as a team, working, crying, bleeding together.

He knows the rest of the team feels it too, feels the betrayal but also the brutal understanding of why he did what he did, even if they don’t agree with it. The complicated hurt settles in his chest, making itself home as he struggles to breathe. Naruto brushes a hand over his right shoulder, right over where Sasuke drove a hand through skin, muscles, bones, and he can feel it, can feel the way the nerves were on fire, are on fire. God, if only he’d been faster, gotten there quicker, just had been a bit stronger, then maybe he could’ve-

A loud knock comes from his door. He doesn’t want to get up. It comes again. He gets up.

“Naru-chan, open up! Or god help me, I will tear this door down, I swear!”

Your voice rings out, sounding like divine intervention after a long period of suffering. He pauses and stills. You, here? Another series of loud thumps, an ominous groan from the wood creaking of his door, and he moves, opening the door before he can register what he did.

He momentarily forgets everything, everyone, when he sees you in front of him. Your hand is raised, presumably from when you were going to knock again. A pretty white dress that was swaying around your ankles, hair loose and flowing in the wind, a necklace dangling from your throat, resting on your collarbones. The rain sings a melody as it splatters around you. He grips the door handle, hard, and clears his throat before saying your name.

You fidget, clearly feeling uncomfortable being out of your normal uniform and tied hair. He parrots your name again, because that’s all he can do. His brain is fried and short circuiting while his heart beats faster than Lee doing laps around the village. You scratch your cheek with your free hand, the other holding up what looks like take out.

“Um,” you run your hands through your hair, “I bought ramen, ‘cause I knew you’d be sad, and everything, so…” you look up at him, right through your lashes, pink dusted on your ears and shoulders, and dear lord above, he thinks he is going to die, right here on his doorstep, with an angel in front of him.

Finally, he fucking moves, thank god, and grabs the bag, taking it from you as he pulls the door open, shrugging on a shirt and trying to hide the blush that arises from the fact that he opened the door shirtless. If he could die now, that’d be much appreciated. Despite the crisis going on in his head, he motions you to come in, and you step through, as you’ve always done. He sets the bowls of ramen down on the table as you pull out utensils and cups, the scene so surprisingly domestic that it makes his heart twist.

He clears his throat. “You look really pretty, Sen-chan”

He clamps his mouth shut, because no fucking way he said that, said that outloud, said that outloud to you, who is looking over her shoulder as she reaches for cups, eyes wide, ears red, so so red. God. He really is going to die.

He sits quietly as you set the food out, your hands slightly shaky as you mumble out a quiet ‘thank you’.

“It’s Riko sensei’s dress. My clothes got buried in the crush, with my apartment, so she lent me an old dress.”

Your blush is in full force now, and even though he is panicking, he can’t help the warm feeling that blooms at his chest at the thought that he did that. He made you blush. But then, the rest of the sentence clicks, and he cringes, quite visibly.

You’d dove in front of him to protect him from the Sound Four, in a flurry of tantos and seals, fought bravely, beautifully, seals as gorgeous and deadly as you, skilled in a way where he knew, deep down, there was a huge gap between the two of you.

You had looked like a warrior, a true shinobi, those they talk about in legends, taking the enemy down.

You note the flinch and slap his hand. He opens his mouth to apologize, but you cover it.

“Don’t you even fucking dare, Naru-chan. Or I’ll drown you in your ramen.” He huffs out a startled laugh as you pull away, and he can't help but miss the warmth of your hand. “Just eat.”

Naruto doesn’t question how you knew what he was going to say, just thanks you for the food and follows your instructions. The both of you sit in silence for the rest of the rainy day.

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When Jiraiya offers to train him across countries, Naruto says yes almost immediately. He needs to get stronger, needs to get better, and Jiraiya is one of the elites, regardless of what he presents himself like. He moves to find you, after all the details are ironed out, but as soon as he starts, he stops.

You’d left with your team on a 14 day C-rank mission just two days ago. He had to leave in ten days. Narutos thinks for a moment, staring out over the village, before getting up and making his way to the Hokage Tower. Pushing the door, he walks into Tsunade’s office, no appointment required, because he’s the one who found her, goddamit, and if he doesn’t get some perks then who will?

He rests a case of sending a missive, wanting to say goodbye the one time he can, and Tsunade can read him. Can read him like an open book because she’s seen him, broken and bleeding, coming back from the remains of a mission gone so wrong, and she doesn’t say no. Forever caught between his superior and overbearing, eccentric aunt, she gives him a look, tells him he has one hour, and kicks him out of her office.

He laughs as he leaves, running home and taking some paper out to write a letter.

Hey Sen-chan,

How are you? I hope your mission is going well. I know you’re doing great out there. Stay safe for me, please. I was writing to tell you that I got the apprenticeship that I told you about, with Jiraiya. Hopefully it’ll help me in the long run. I even asked him to send you his books and notes on sealing, but he said he’ll do that once I can do the rasengan without a clone. Don't you worry though, I’ll get at that level soon, because I know you’ll love it.

But, the bad news is that I leave in ten days. Obviously, you’ll be out of the village, but Hokage-sama let me write to you once before I leave. Make sure to write me lots of letters when I’m out. I won’t be able to reply, something about “location safety” or something, but I'll read every single one. I promise.

When I come back, let’s go have ramen together. Hope you have a successful mission. Stay safe and stay strong.

Love Bye!

Naru-chan

He re-reads it just once, fixing one thing, before a chunnin is at his door asking for mail. Naruto sends him off with a few ryo, before turning around and getting to packing, pushing all feelings to the side. His crush hadn’t died down from the academy, if anything, it’d bloomed into something that scared him a bit, scared him enough not to tell you. He shakes his head, as if trying to shake the thoughts away, and rolls his sleeves up. He had work to do.

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On the day he needs to leave, he spends it walking around and saying his last goodbyes. He’d spent the night in Kakashi sensei’s apartment with Sakura and his summons, and now he was coming back from lunch with Iruku sensei. He’d taken to the outskirts of the village, the redwoods warm and tall, and felt a little bit of peace. Just as he meets up with Jiraiya at the North Gates, something, someone, hurtles into him, pushing him back against a tree.

Naruto startles, readying for an attack when he notices he isn’t hurt. No, instead, he has you, tucked away in his arms, quietly shaking as you grip onto his jacket.

“Sen-chan?”

Your hug tightens to the point where he is most definitely struggling to breathe, ribs creaking, but he doesn’t care, just runs a tentative hand over the top of your head.

“Sen-chan, what’re you doing here?”

“Stupid Naruto.”

And he freezes. Utterly, completely, fully freezes, because you never call him by his name, never have before, and while he knows he is in trouble, so much trouble, his heart thumps at the way it sounds when it leaves your mouth.

“Sen-chan-”

You cut him off with a fist to his chest.

“No! You listen here, you absolute, idiotic, insufferable man. I ran here after rushing a mission because of you, you dumbass. Why? Who leaves like this? Leaves while, while looking at me the way you do!” You’re panting, all up in his space, and usually he can control himself, can hold himself in check, but there is a pretty flush to your face that probably matches his, and his hands have somehow slipped to your hips, and he can’t.

“Sen-chan, you’re too-!”

“Shut up! Listen here and listen well, because I’m only gonna say this once, you coward.” Your hands fist in his collar, “I. Love. You. And your idiot ass could only tell me when you stupidly forgot to fully cross out a word in your letter. A letter! Naru-chan, who says goodbye through a letter?” And his brain isn’t with him anymore, he’s having an arrhythmia, but there are tears glistening in your eyes and you're pulling away, and he can’t.

He grabs you, pulls you in, and hovers, right over your lips, not touching, won’t touch, because he hasn’t asked. You’re fast enough to move away, he knows, but he waits anyway. This is all he has right now, and he can hear his sensei calling his name, but he holds. For you, he’ll hold here forever.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” His breath fans out in the space between and then your lips are crashing into his, hard, teeth clacking awkwardly but he doesn’t care. Can’t care when you fit into him so perfectly, like he was made for you, your lips awkwardly shy before you nip his lip, and kiss him harder, spilling your anger and hurt and love into it. He takes all of it and holds it, folds it into himself, kisses you back, then stops as you pull away.

Your uniform is slightly rumpled, and his hair is probably sticking up in all directions, but you’re looking at him with awe and something soft in your eyes, and he startles, almost as if to run away. But his departure looms over his head and he kisses you on the cheek once more, because he just can’t help himself.

“You better find me when you come back.”

He smiles as he pulls back and starts walking away in slow, tiny steps.

“Of course.”

“And take me out on three dates.”

“Sure, pretty.”

And you stand there, the sunlight caressing your face softly as he mouths “I love you” back, your blush coming back once more as he laughs, spinning on his heels and walking away, home distilled down to you, your wave, and your smile as he leaves.

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Naruto takes a deep, deep, deep breath of his village air after two long years. The air ruffles his hair in greeting, and he knows this place, loves this place, but he’s new now too. Taller, more muscle and chakra, better style as he likes to think. The sun shines, and the village hasn’t changed much, still the way it was when he left. He walks to the Hokage tower, as people crowd and watch. He looks more shinobi now, loose Konoha blues handing from his frame, arms filling every available space in the sleeves. He towers over many now, and even SaKura, who might have even more muscle than him.

She laughs as she waves him down for a hug, Jiriaya moving on, and he slows, talking to her after so long, and laughs as he ruffles Konahamaru’s hair. Naruto feels like he could fly, fly away with the happiness of just being home, but he knows his priorities.

“Hey, Sakura, do you know where Sen-chan is?”

Sakura gives him a knowing look that has him blushing, but he doesn’t shrink under her gaze, hands in his pockets as he imitates Kakashi sensei’s lazy confidence from memory. Something shifts in her eyes, pride glimmering at its surface, and she jerks her head towards the tower.

Konahamaru rambles out quickly as he hugs Naruto, “Sen-nee is a jonin now, just got back from a mission, you’re falling behind!” and he yelps as he gets smacked for being smug.

“Go get her.” interrupts Sakura, manhandling him into a hug (“Just like Baa-chan, Sakura, as she thumps him on the head) and takes off towards the tower. He had three long over-due dates to plan.

But you’d made it. As jonin too, probably an elite one like Kakashi sensei if they were letting you run solo missions. As far as he knew, you had been going to the ruins of Uzushiokagakure, to learn the fundamentals of fuinjutsu from the experts, and were easily one of the most renowned specialists in all the lands. He puffed up in pride as he took two stairs at a time, climbing up to the top, greeting the admin working there like he did before. He was met with stares and tears, old aunties running loving hands over him, and he felt so touched, he almost cried.

Almost, but he had to go see you, and he burst open the door to Tsunade’s office as per usual, Pausing when he notices a kneeling figure, he moves beside Jiriaya and Kak sensei, who ruffles his hair. Naruto is at eye level now, and he smiles, because he still feels like a kid next to his sensei.

Tsunade has her Hokage face on, and Naruto finally pays closer attention to the person rising, when his jaw falls open. Your hair moves as you stand, tall and all deadly grace and confidence, two tantos hanging off your hips, senbon in between your teeth. You’d grown into something so incredibly beautiful, he forgot how to breathe. Literally, Jiraiya had to smack his back.

“Jonin Sen, thank you for the report on your mission. The village is glad to see you back, safe and well. Stay here for your next assignment.”

The counsellors, who Naruto hadn’t even noticed, shuffled out, giving him odd and creepy looks. He shivered, but just as the door shut, you walked towards him, and he, frankly, forgot to even care.

You give him a smirk and raised eyebrow, and nostalgia hits him in the chest as he laughs, because he can see your ears are red, can tell how stumped you are at his new look, eyes raking over him with interest. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, hasn’t talked to you in so long, hasn’t touched you in so long, that gives him the confidence to crowd into your space, hand light brushing your ear as he pushes your hair back, lowering his head and whispering-

“Hi, pretty girl.”

And there it is, that blush he loves, so, so much, erupting across your skin in all its glory. You stare up at him, and he slowly feels his confidence dissolve under your gaze.

“We have a date tonight, I presume?” And all he can do is nod, stepping back as you turn back towards Tsunade, who’s grinning. Naruto is pulled into another hug by her, and she runs a quick medical check on him, before pushing him away with a curt “Brat” and assigning him his next exercise.

His eyes gleam as he looks onto Kakashi sensei, who has his nose buried in the new book already, and moves to go out to the training field, when he’s stopped once more.

Now you stand at attention, as Tsunade assigns you your new mission.

“Jonin Sen, your last assignment as jonin is to monitor Naruto Uzumaki, 24/ 7, as his personal guard and last line of defence. “ Tsunade purses her lips, considering. She reaches a conclusion, because she continues, “If your and Jiraiya’s intel is correct, then you are to protect him with your life. Check his seal while you’re at it, see what Jiriaya may have missed.” She smirks “I assume this won’t be an issue considering your…relationship.” You splutter, waving your hands as you accept the mission, everyone teasing you both good naturedly.

But Naruto can’t help but to zone out, thinking of the implications of the mission. The Akatsuki are clearly very active, and it pains him to no end that you have to protect him. On one hand, he is so glad to have you around him after so long, but protecting him with your life? He pressed his lips into a firm line as he walked towards the training grounds. He knew, fundamentally, that now, back in the village, his chances of getting attacked are higher, but still. Still, he didn’t like it.

Not that he could care much, because he’s filtered to the back of the group, where everyone was talking away. And beside him, you walked along, shoulder to shoulder. He straightened his posture.. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, before rolling them hard. He guffaws, feigning hurt, before you’re smiling at him, tugging him down by his shirt to plant a kiss on his lips.

He tilts his head, stumbling to keep walking, hand flying to your waist, before you smile into the kiss and pull away. His lips chase yours for a moment before he blushes, and you laugh. He didn’t feel flustered though, too intoxicated on your taste to care.

You slapped him on the back of his head back into reality, and he finally reached a conclusion. Should anyone attack him, your life was his priority, orders be damned.

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The first few days were, needless to say, very awkward. So incredibly awkward, in the sense he’d always been alone, lived alone, and even in the past he’d never really lived with Jiraiya, not when he was out doing recon and indulging in things.

This made some spectacularly awkward and comedic scenes. Case in point, when he fully forgot you both decided to share a room, and walked into it after a shower, a towel hanging low on his hips as he whistled some tune, rummaging around in his drawers for clothes when he heard it. A yelp. And he turns, whirls really, to see you seated on his bed with a book in your hands. Looking. Looking with great interest, he knows now, but all he did was grab whatever was in his hands and bolt out of the room, saying sorry and slamming the bathroom door closed.

Poor, lucky, you, had sat there, the image flashing in your mind making you short circuit in real time. He’d grown, of course he had, you’d noticed, but you just hadn’t realized what it meant. Not until he came out, body all muscles and definition, water dripping between the blades of his shoulders, veins climbing up his arms, his biceps, which led to such, such, indecent thoughts, really. For a moment, you debated pouncing on your poor man.

But regardless, after the first month, everything smoothened out, and Naruto whole heartedly welcomed the domestic side. Waking up with you pressing kisses into his skin, making breakfast with you together before heading out for the day, coming home and having someone reply to him. The first time, it hit him so hard he had sobbed in your arms, holding you in his lap like something sacred.

And sacred you were, someone who gave him a home, someone who gave him love. He worshipped you, saying prayers through compliments and conversations, devotion in how he always asked for permission, regardless of how intimate the action was, adoring in the reactions and sounds he’d pull from you, when you both had the energy.

In the year that passed, you’d stayed through nightmares and petty fights, things about laundry, plate colors, curtain styles. And even after the Gaara incident, you held him through it, held him together as he picked up the pieces of the aftermath once more, just happy his friend had survived.

One night, snuggled on the couch after dinner, you traced patterns on his hands, pausing before speaking,

“My mission is coming to an end. The shadowing one. I got the month's notice.”

He made a sound, too sleepy, too content to fully speak, nuzzling against your skin before he mumbles.

“So? You’re still staying here. Not letting you go.”

“Naru…”

Maybe, maybe it’s the tone, or the way to stiffen in his arms that has his pulling taut, holding you as he peers into your face. You crawl into his lap, straddling him, cupping his face. God, you could ruin him and he’d say thank you. But he knows you’re gonna say something he won’t like, because this is what you always do. You don’t let him run away.

“They’re sending a replacement. Captain Yamato is a very qualified individual, and he’s going to help you with training as well. I have another mission, as an ANBU test, I think.”

He smiles, proud of you even if it saddens him a little to see you go. His hands slip under your shirt, and your breath hitches in your chest just like he knew it would.

“That’s great, pretty. Will miss ya’ though.”

You’re chewing your lip. Hard. He waits for you to tell him. Naruto won’t rush you, can’t rush you, because it literally pains his soul to do so, so he waits.

“It’s, it’s really dangerous, Naru. Like, in the sense that I might not comeback-!”

He didn’t mean to flinch like that, truly. But his chest is tightening around him, and there isn’t enough air in this world, and he knows he’s having another panic attack because there is no way he heard you correctly. All he can do is shake his head no, cupping your neck and kissing you, letting his emotions and feelings tangle themselves out before he speaks.

Not that it helps, because the both of you are scared, scared and angry at something, so voices rise, tempers snap, and he really can’t fucking breathe. His visions fades, in and out, and you see it in an instant, you always do. Your hands rub his back as you place his fingers on your pulse point, letting him regulate until his heartbeat matches yours, until he is saying words back to you.

“I-” his voice is so hoarse, and you’re looking at him with a crumpled look on your face. “I can’t lose you.”

You lean forward as his hands settle on your hips again, foreheads pressed against each other.

“I will always, always, find my way back to you.” You smirk, “Besides, I still have to become commander, don’t I?”

And he laughs a little, inhaling your scent deep, finally thinking with reason and logic. You shift a little, trying to get comfortable, when he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Naru?”

He buries his face in the crook of your shoulder, heat pooling down south as you shuffle once more, trying to look at his face. He hisses, holding you still, as a blush spreads from his face down his neck and over his shoulders. You let out a small breath, finally understanding, before scratching your nails lightly against his nape.

“God, woman, the things you do to me.”

“You love it though, pretty boy.”

He releases a strangled groan, especially when you move your hips in a circle. He grabs your face and kisses you, fully trying to make you forget, and you laugh into the kiss. And when you both head back into the bedroom, all he can really think about is the sway and swell of your hips under his hands as you lead him towards the bed. Like always.

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Genuinely, he gets why people lose their minds. You’d been gone for the better part of the month now, and Naruto was so absolutely sure that he was going to die, foaming at the mouth and twitching as death took him. He stared at the pictures on his wall like a sad puppy, would mope in the corner of Ichiraku, and stare over the village in a zoned out state. Sasukra rolled her eyes, told him to pull himself together, and proceeded to make fun of him everyday, to everyone.

But, that’s the lighthearted missing. The comedic, slap-stick scenes type of missing. He doesn’t want to talk about the way he’d lay in bed praying for your safe return, the amount of times he’d check the dates and hope you’ll make it back okay. And when you and Jiriaya didn’t come back from the mission on the set date, Naruto felt as though his heart had stopped.

“We give them three days, Naruto,” Tsunade said, signing paperwork. “Then we look at our next steps.”

And he knew her too, could see that next steps meant ‘leaving and bringing them back myself’ but thankfully, you only let him slowly die for one day, because the minute he felt your chakra by the Eastern Gate, he took off, leaving his friends sitting in the bar in dust. The world blurred in his speed, and he knew Sakura was behind him, most probably for medical backup.

When you came into view, limping with Jiraiya on your back, he quickly took the weight off as Sakura pushed your bones back into place, before taking Jiraiya from him while shouting at some chunnins to do their goddamn jobs and call the hospital. Naruto cradles you as your legs finally give out, holds you like something fragile as you take deep breaths, ground yourself in him because, as he’d learn, the mission went so far south, it is a damn miracle you and Jiraiya survived. He thanks you, over and over, for coming back to him safe, for saving his sensei, and nearly cries from relief when you kiss him tenderly on the mouth as he sets you down on the hospital bed.

Sakura bursts in for another evaluation, pushing him to the side, before she runs a green glowing hand over your body. She pauses around your torso, poking and prodding a little more thoroughly before shooing him out the room. He stalks the halls like an antsy cat, prowling and unknowingly scaring the workers. It doesn’t last long, because she calls him in with a smile, with your eyes wet and he thinks ‘What?’. But then you motion at him to come near, and place a hand on your lower belly and he just, can’t compute. Anything.

Can’t process a single that came out of your heart because there is no way. Can’t believe his ears, at all. A shinobi’s life was dangerous, is dangerous, is so incredibly short at times, which is why most families start young. Many of his friends were settling down, and at the age 19, he would as well, but now that it’s staring him dead in the face-

“We’re…pregnant?”

You laugh, and you’re glowing, how could he have not noticed that- “Yes, you idiot, you’re gonna be a dad, Naru!”

And he laughs, laughs, and kisses you and hugs you then Sakura, and sure, his eyes are a little misty because his mom and dad were only this old too, and that’s a can of worms he doesn’t want to open right now so he doesn’t. Doesn’t, even as Sakura kisses his hairline and thumps him on the back, hugging you and leaving the both of you alone.

He pauses, thinking of the next steps when it hits him. He forgot to fucking ask you to marry him. The two of you aren’t married, not yet, but it was on his mind. Marriage is more of a civilian thing, he knows, but his parents were, and all his does is grabs your hand, and you’re most definitely crying now, you with your inhumane levels of understanding for him, even as he kisses your ring finger and he’s crying too, but there is laughter in the air and a promise of something new and he, he just feels as though he’ll explode from happiness. Because you came into his life and gave him the one thing he never had experienced. A family.

Then, it hits him that you went on a S-rank village to canvas the Akatsuki leaders and stands up, inhaling as he gets ready to scold you. And scold you he does, but your thumb brushes against his hand the entire time and he truly can’t find it in him to stay angry for long.

The day is spent in a flurry of congratulations and ring shopping, plus an extra charm to hang on your necklace, right beside the one you have for him. Tsunade officiates the tiny certificate signing ceremony, a handful of friends behind the two of you. Neither of you cared much for a huge ceremony. But Tsunade had a tight look to her face, and Naruto wasn’t as stupid anymore, versed in politics and economics as junior counsellor now, knows that the successful mission will have more immediate consequences, maybe even a little war, but he looks at you sipping a warm tea in the morning sunlight the day after, soothingly caressing your belly, and he feels a fierce need to protect rise in him. He comes up behind you, his large hands covering yours as he kisses your neck before hugging you, watching the day go by, and he thinks-

Nothing is going to touch them. He’ll make sure of it.

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It takes the combined efforts of Kakashi sensei, Jiraiya, and Tsunade to convince him to leave once more for Sage training. He fights back, words hurling every which way until you ask him, in the soft moonlight one evening reading parenting and pregnancy books and he gives in. He knows he has to get stronger, and he is ready to leave the next morning. Sakura had offered to stay with you, and he thanked her, knowing that the best damn medic won’t let anything bad happen to the two-no,sorry-three of you.

You’re showing now, halfway through your second trimester, and he kisses you, soft and longing, kisses your belly, and turns away again to leave. Except, you’re waving and smiling at him the exact way you did last time, over three years ago now, and his heart swells and determination strengthens. He will get stronger. Because he needs to protect his family. He wasn’t too worried, because you’d come back from a supervision mission a month ago, where Shika’s team was attacked by two of the Akatsuki. But Kakashi sensei is even more paranoid than he is, and he was there. Combined with the fury and irritation of a mother-to-be, plus of a godfather who has single handedly given nations nightmares, it was quick work, Shika’s intellect turning the tides. The group would stay low.

He thought everything was okay.

Until it wasn’t.

Konoha was attacked, and Naruto learnt a very hard lesson in the dangers of delusion, learnt it in the way his hands shook as he made the signs to go to his village. Learned it in the way there was no village, pushed and flattened to the sides. Learned it in the way that he could still feel your chakra, surrounded by Sakura’s, and all he does is thank the universe for not making the lesson too severe.

He spoke too soon. Way to fucking soon, becuase another Pain is holds you by the hair, and you’re groggy, but he can see the protection seals you have tattooed to your skin, but still, his heart is hammering and not beating at the same time as a kunai is lowered to you, more and more until he is thrashing against his restraints, cursing. And all he sees is the red blood that spills as it’s swiped along your neck, and he loses it. His mind goes blank with rage, can’t even see that Sakura has pulled you away again, her severed arm fully grown back somehow as she holds you, your chakra flickering precariously.

How dare they? How dare they hurt you? His family? His child? Kyuubi's hate is welcoming at this point, and his own fuels it. He doesn’t care, because he is going to tear these bastards apart, limb by fucking limb, if he has to. He doesn’t care, even as he pulls on the seal, going to rip it off, when suddenly a hand stops him.

“Naruto!” and the Fourth Hokage is staring at him. His dad, is staring at him.

“Am I fucking dead?” he croaks out, laughing. No way.

And his father, who is the same age as him right now, dear lord, don’t think about that-his father laughs, ruffles his hair, and says-

“Congratualtions! I’m happy to be a grandfather.”

Naruto is so sure he has stopped working.

And doesn’t start up, even as he speaks something, he supposes, uses every trick in the book to stall, Ino crawling into the haze as he deliberately spreads his chakra in the air to cloak her. It’s tinged with the Kyuubi’s, making the room feel even more stifling as he stares at Nagato. He doesn’t really register holding back Konan as Ino pokes and prods, trying to see if there is something he can use. And use he does, along with the Yamanaka influence, uses his weapons until there are green glowing things flying everywhere, and Konan dies holding the body of her last teammate.

They’d gotten intel, information about the hidden leader, but he doesn’t really give a flying fuck at this moment because your chakra is burning in his senses like a homing beacon, and he takes off towards home, leaving his friends to deal with the fallout. Because you are calling him home.

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But the universe felt wronged by him, somehow, because Sasuke attacked the summit, the Fourth Shinobi World War was declared, and these people were trying to ship him off somewhere.

As if.

He’d fought. Fully, with all his strength and tricks, but it didn’t work. He was tired, emotionally drained, and heavily outnumbered. They didn’t let him rest, not one bit, and when he finally collapsed from exhaustion and gave in, when you finally were allowed to see him, waddling because you were due soon, they hammered in the final nail in the coffin.

You weren’t allowed to come with him.

You, even with all your hormones raging, and sleep deprivation weighing you down, you fought back back, with words, but stopped when you were given a direct order, ultimatum.

Either say good bye, or leave.

Because, this system, who already discards its people in such ways, would not be willing to let go of an asset as useful as you. You, a renowned sealing master, the strongest, in a class of your own, would not be allowed the luxury to sit this one out.

And as they sedated him, as he fought against it every moment, and you shushed him with unshed tears in your eyes, he cursed every god, every higher up, with such vehemence it might have shocked the old him. He didn’t care.

Because his wife, you, stood beside him and asked in a tired whisper, what should you name her, his beautiful daughter, and he asked for strength.

“Kaiko.”

Strength. You laughed, kissed him sweetly, telling him not to worry, you’ll protect her, you’ll see him, to take care, eat, sleep, train, make sure to write once in a while. He nodded the best he could, clutched your hands, even as the drugs made it harder for him to stay awake. Shikaku looked on with a carefully neutral face, and Tsunade seethed in the corner, at the orders placed in her name but not her consent, seethed but didn’t say anything because she was Hokage.

And he thinks back to how he had shouted and screamed and reasoned, because him on the field was also an advantage, he is their best weapon, use him too, if it allowed him to be with you. But it didn’t work, nothing worked, and all he could do was try to burn your face into memory, burn the feeling of your necklace touching his lips as you leaned down to kiss his forehead. Burned in the feelings, the anger, froze it, tucked it away for use.

“See you soon, Naru…”

Then darkness took him, and he knew nothing else.

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Of course, he didn’t stay there for long. That was never the plan. So here he was, duping the Kages sent to stop him, instead of out on the field, but he doesn’t care. He was back. His clones were fanning out across all regions, moving with alarming quickness to the front lines. All asking only one thing.

Where are you and Kaiko?

He soon learned, from a chunnin running missives between battle grounds, that Kaiko was with Teuchi and Ayame-san back in Konoho, in the civilian safe guardrooms, while you were at headquarters.

And he heard the stories of how you were developing identifier seals to fight against the weird clones, how you had created mini teleportation spots to ease medical care and transportation of intelligence and goods. With Shikaku on your side, you were ruthless in the effective dismantling of the enemy. He was always so proud of you, but now he puffs up in pride whenever someone tells him to thank you on their behalf.

The war continued, for months, Kaiko learning how to say her first words (Mama) and walking. He visited whenever he could, sent clones to spend time with her. She looked like the perfect blend of the two of you, he thought. Eyes like her mother, but she smiled like him, had that shock of bright, blonde hair, which he loved to tie up in tiny pigtails. But you were constantly deployed. She’d seen you, once, on those things called TVs, and had walked over and started crying for you. Naruto held her in his arms, small body shaking with the force of her sobs, and saw the way you thought you covertly wiped your eyes.

“Mama loves you, babygirl, my beautiful, strong Kaiko. I’ll be home soon."

He said his goodbyes, heart breaking itself and Kaiko finally fell asleep from exhaustion. You were able to meet her, again, for one month, before being deployed out again. That month, he got to forget about the world, got to live in the reality of having a family, and even if there was an ongoing war outside of his home, he will forever say that that was the time he was truly the happiest he has ever been.

That month, the world quieted enough to let him be a father and a husband.

Waking up with his two beautiful girls in his arms, Kaiko crawling on his chest to poke her mother's cheeks, and you, laughing as you hold her, planting a loud, wet kiss on her cheek, making her giggle. They’d celebrated his birthday on the field, but in this month, Kaiko turned one. She stuck with her Mama the entire time. Bathroom needs, eating, playing, bathing, sleeping, and he became his family’s glorified cameraman. Silly poses, Kaiko playing with your necklace as you looked down at her softly, blowing out candles on a cake, and the ensuing cake fight, hundreds of pictures littered the walls of your home. So, he was a little extra, who cares, he has the money to pay for it all. You worked through the day, always holding her in one hand, and a scroll in the other.

But he, honestly, couldn’t care. He’d helped, of course, but seeing you take care of Kaiko like that ignited an even deeper love for you. You’d given him the gift of being a father, and he always thanked you for it, even as you giggled and kissed him, swaying softly in the kitchen to low music. Kaiko woke one day, from her nap, and saw her parents dancing, and started cooing for you. You genuinely laughed as you picked her up, Naruto swirling the two of you around. He’d even placed Kaiko on his shoulders, bending his head so you could grab her little hands and pretend you were dancing with just her. Thankfully, he'd propped a camera up, and so he carries a picture of that in his uniform pockets. He holds these memories, close, closer than ever.

Because all shit hit the fan.

Because, on the battlefield, dark and gray and wet and gloomy, he was staring down an absolutely horrendous monster. The Ten-Tails looked like something out of a nightmare. You were probably back at Headquarters, wrangling out new strategies and seals to find some advantage in this. This was going to be the final battle, the one that decided the outcome of the shinobi world. He could feel it in his bones.

His head was spinning, but he closed his eyes and thought back to that month, thought back to that brilliant smile you gave him, and the most adorable gummy smile Kaiko mirrored with, and opened his eyes, burning bright with hope and determination. Obito-and what a revelation that had been, when he’d glanced over to Kakashi sensei and saw that he looked absolutely gutted- startled at the look, but Madara’s face only took on a grim look.

He won’t lose. Can’t lose, not with this much on the line. He’s going to make it to the other side, dragging everyone behind him. He’d lost some people in battles, but this is war, and even though it pained him to say, he hopes, prays, that there won’t be anymore. He won’t lose, no matter how hideous and powerful the Ten-Tails looked.

It was almost as if it heard him, because it reared its head up, concentrating a large amount of chakra above it, and he recognizes this, sees it fully, because he’s whirling around a bellowing at the top of his lungs to-

“Find cover!”

The whole world shakes as the Ten-Tails launches it clear over his head, straight towards where inventory was. He watches as months of rations, weapons, and tools are effectively destroyed, and knows that Madara is isolating them, but he hadn't felt anyone die, and that’s a relief. But still, looking at the aftereffects of that bomb, even from the distance from where he is.

Holy fuck.

Kakashi sensei echoed his sentiment out loud, and Naruto looked over to Jiraiya, who was furiously shoving people out of the way as he wrote some complicated seal on the ground and-oh, that’s a transportation seal.

There is a voice sounding in his head, and even though he is a Leaf shinobi, he never fully got comfortable with the Yamanaka technique.

“Everyone, direct orders from General Sen. Clear a space of 1000 meters around Jiraiya-sama, I repeat, direct orders from General Sen!”

Space? Space for what? On a battlefield? He tries to think about what your plan might be, but goosebumps race along his skin as he feels another chakra bomb getting charged up. He looks towards the beast, and his heart all but stops when he realizes which way it’s facing. The creature launched it once more. Right towards headquarters.

Right towards you.

There’s a high pitched ringing in his ears as clones will themselves into the space around him and tear off, using Kurama’s chakra to boost their speed, blurring in the wind before they both, bomb and clones, disappear into the horizon.

Time seemed to slow as he got onslaught with the clones' feedback, them barely making it as they were wiped out from the explosion. Which he can now see and hear in front of him. It glows, holding its shape as he sees the mushroom cloud rise over it. He sways on his feet.

“Finally got them. We’ve successfully smashed the brains of the Allied Forces.” Madara’s voice rings out over the silent field. Naruto can feel Obito’s stare on him, can see the way his face twists into something unidentifiable before shifting back to its bored look. His ears are still ringing, and somehow, he thinks, he can hear Shikaku’s and Inoichi’s voices in his head. It’s too much. There’s too much he feels right now, and he can’t think, can’t even breathe, because his love, his wife, you, you were gone. You can’t be dead. Can’t be gone. He wouldn’t allow it. He can’t think of anything, because he’s interrupted.

“Naruto, look here, my boy!” Jiraiya says, grabbing his face and jerking it to the side. There are people standing on the seal. People, who he can vividly remember seeing in HQ when he went to visit you, once. ANd hope re-ignites in his chest like fire, as his senses flare to check for your chakra.

“It was her idea,” Jiraiya is still talking, eyes proud and wide, “She told me a couple months ago of this, and must’ve fixed the based array, because she told me she was writing a departure seal, and instructed me through the receiving one. Naruto! What a woman! Not a single person died!”

And he really should pay attention, but he can’t, because he’s scanning every face, every signature, and croaks out,

“If that’s the case, Ero-sennin, where is she?”

He won’t cry. He won’t cry because that would mean you really were gone. Because if even a single tear fell, it’ll become true. His chest was collapsing on itself, lungs struggling to take in even a molecule of air. Naruto was about two seconds away from fully losing his shit when he realised the bomb didn’t fully detonate. He looks up to the enemies, but they’re both confused as well, and he looks back, and feels something absolutely insane. He feels your chakra now, so tiny against the bomb, but burning brightly. He grabbed onto the signature like a lifeline, because it was, and honed in on it.

You were sealing it. You were sealing the bomb.

He laughs, slightly hysterical because of course his wife would be the one who got him the closest to death than anyone else. Laughs even as Inoichi finally comes around to his little group, relaying that this was your plan from before. Continues smiling even as Madara has the beast stand and charge at them.

He slides into position, a loud chorus of cheers going around on the field. As everyone stands to give their best, he painfully tears his attention away from your chakra. His mind is whirling faster than his attacks, because if-no-when you pull this off, the war will change tides, and they’ll have a winning chance. With that hope, he roars and attacks, smiling, thinking of his beautiful, scary as shit wife standing somewhere behind him.

And it comforts him to know you’ve got his back.

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The beast paused, and with it, so did the battlefield. But he wouldn't believe it. Not when they’ve been duped, numerous times, and nothing ever works out the way it is planned. That’s a lesson he learned the hard way on team 7.

The silence was deafening.

The light goes out from behind him. He turns, and the fact that there isn’t anything there anymore means you sealed it. You finally seal

ed the bomb.

“That girl is a nuisance.” Obito muttered.

But he was so elated, so beyond elated, because you did it. You, singlehandedly, stood between the monster and the world, and turned the odds in their favour. A flash of light appears from the teleportation seal, and you walk out, bee-lining towards the Nara son and father duo, where the three of you launch into hurried whispers and gestures. He strains, holding the beast in check, as nin run around, placing status and shield seals all around. But even as he holds the one thing that could kill him in an instant, he never takes his eyes off of you.

You, who stands there, talking, commanding the attention of the entire world, finally showing what it means to be a kunoichi, what it means to be powerful, stand there, soft curves and packed, lean muscles, in a slightly burned uniform, ANBU tattoo on your arm for the world to see. Finally, as if reaching an agreement, the group disperses, and you walk to Ino, kneeling in front of her as she rests her fingers on your head.

Your voice rings out in his head, in everyone’s mind, hard and with no room for disobedience.

“Listen to me! I have been able to seal the bomb using a statis seal, and have sent instructions on how to Jiraiya-sama. If you have proficiency in sealing, please head to him, 6 klicks east toward battalion 5, and await further instructions there. In the meantime, anyone with earth jutsu proficiency, meet me, Naruto, and the front line Hyuga at station 4. Disperse!”

He subs out with a clone, glancing up to see the Uchiha’s talking to each other-not good-but heads on over to where you are, talking about the next wave of attacks. As the field shuffles at your command, you walk them through a tag-team attack, with him acting as a spearhead, and everyone with spotters, so the amount of casualties would be limited. Afterwards, as people start to move, he heads to you, giving you a hug which you return.

“I thought, for a second, that I lost-” he cuts himself off, breathing your scent in deep, grounding himself. You pat his back, but pull away.

“Before I become Commander? Fuck no.” you smirk, and he laughs, leaning in to kiss you, which you block.

“Not during a battle.” There is a glint in your eye, “Afterwards.”

He pouts, but complies, because you’re higher in rank now, and all he does is smile at you, bright and blinding, as you smile back. Your eyes shift up to where your opponents are standing, and everything about you screams that you’ll win.

He moves out to his position. He knows you will.

A shout starts the formation into movement, and you stand in the middle of it all, a seal already fanning out around you. The beast bucks against its restraints, and Madara is effectively distracted by something happening in the back field. He prods his chakra reserves, feels like he has enough, and moves to stand behind you. It looks like you plan to unleash the bomb, using him as the second wave, before everyone else unleashes their attacks. The Hyuga line up around you, standing guard like something out of a fairytale, all in perfect sync, as they slide into opening position.

Your eyes flicker around for a moment as you fish out a chakra pill, biting on it as you grab your tanto and step off the seal.

“Alright. Let us begin.” His chakra surges, controlled and deadly as you mutter a few words and pull the base matrix of the seal apart. The Ten-Tail must feel its impending end, because it extends protruding arms that start shooting projectiles, straight towards your team.

He shouts out the formation, commands, and has the attack begin as you continue slowly fraying your seal, adding directional conditions to ensure you don’t blow your own allies apart. They hold off the onslaught, earth users blocking the spikes as the Hyugu’s deflect and cut, shearing down the size of the beast itself. Obito still, and he sees the Yamanaka stare in his Sharigan eyes, as he starts counting down as you asked.

“Here goes nothing” You turn your head up. “Brace yourselves!”

And the world is awash in light as all the chakra, the energy, you sealed surges out and concentrates itself on the beast. Its’ size shrinks, and as the attack dies down, Naruto is sending his most impressive attacks towards it, but sees Madara move.

They’d finally done some serious damage on this thing. And as the attacks from the two of you die down, hundreds of shinobi move to keep the momentum going. He laughs, joy filling him to the brim as he recognizes Jiji’s chakra, plus three other powerful ones, move in. Madara does the same, and whoever they are, has his full attention as he leaves them behind.

The Hokages and Sasuke are here. This is going to end, once and for all.

He couldn’t wait to go back home.

----------

Honestly, he really needs to learn how to shut up, because just as he thought things couldn’t get worse, it did.

Shit, meet fan. Plus, with your post-partum anger, you weren’t pissed like no. Oh, no, you were livid, and ready to just about bite someone’s head off.

“I genuinely can’t believe that there is some, some weird-ass fucking alien goddes that we have to fight!” You’re waving your hands around, emphasising words, “I must be hallucinating, because there is actually, no fucking way. Nope, I refuse, I want a refund!” you shout, at no one in particular as Kaguya tilts her head mockingly.

“Oh, I never say this, but holy shit, I think I’m about to gut a bitch.” You say, eye twitching as you smile menacingly, “No way this bunny ass freak just looked at me like that.”

Naruto takes very careful note to not open his mouth, elbowing Sasuke hard in the ribs when he does. You’re looking around with crazed eyes, the lava’s reflection flickering in them.

“What? Haven’t we done enough?” You turn to look at the white haired thing, standing in front of you, “Haven’t you had your fill?”

And all Kaguya did was return the stare with cool indifference.

You growled. He readied his jutsu just as you lunged to attack her. He’d been told, by that old sage, that you were their crutch. Last ditch effort, the one thing that could prevent the world from falling apart, and all he’d done was say “of course, do you know who you’re talking about?”

Wow, wasn’t that a feeling. He loved being your husband.

Anyways, he focuses back in as your disorienting seal does its damage, and moves in behind with his reverse harem jutsu. Your nose doesn’t bleed-he’d tested it on you, afterall- Sakura’s does, and his fist lands with a solid ‘thunk’. He feels proud, when all of a sudden, a horrible, horrible feeling overwhelms him, a sense of impending doom. He brushes it aside, because they’ll all win.

Win, and finally go home.

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He didn’t know whether to cry or to fight. Had no time, nothing, just the realisation of a fact. He was gone. Obito was dead. Just like that. There were a myriad of emotions flowing through him; sadness, regret, anger, and countless others, but he picked one. He picked rage, let it course through his body, let it disguise the hurt, and let it control him in a way that allowed him to continue to fight. He looked upon his enemies, Kaguya and Zetsu, standing side by side, and felt such an intense wave of loathing towards them it made his hand sting, the hand with the seal on it. He watched as Sasuke stood there, truly alone in the world now, and hurt for him as well.

His teammate, who was reeling from a world of hurt, stemming from something so complicated, and Naruto could understand it now. Could understand, truly, to what extent Sasuke’s hurt ran, how deep it was, and mourned, because he could’ve approached him differently, but he can’t, not right now. Not in a battle where the entire world was at stake.

His attention then turns to you, you who stood there with a faraway look in your eyes as you stared at what remained of Obito, stared at Kakashishi who looked so incredibly lost. He took a deep breath. You looked up at him. And he knew. This is it. You’re going to finish this.

Sakura slapped the backs of everyone, giving them one last chakra boost, before standing to flank them from behind. He squared his shoulders, readying his last line of chakra for one final blow. Your palm was cut, freely bleeding as you gave him a nod, moving to an open space as they launched into an attack.

He turned back and jumped, pushing everyone else into action. He went all out, rationing his chakra, biding his time. If all went well, the chakra exhaustion should hit him right after they were done the sealing. His resolve hardened. He wouldn’t leave until the two were gone, completely removed from this world in their entirety, because he had people to protect. Protect, and ensure no one would ever face danger like this again.

He fought without pause, without an ounce of hesitation, because he still had something to fight for. His family, his team, his friends, everyone who sacrificed to be able to get to this point, he wouldn’t let it go in vain. He stretched his arm out, scraping up the last bits of chakra he had, seal throbbing on his hand as Sasuke mirrored him.

But Kaguya had done this dance before, had probably known the requirements, because she started to move away, and with it, she took Naruto’s hope along. His eyes widened, even as he pushed himself harder, even if he knew it wouldn’t work. He could feel his muscles tearing, ripping as he stretched, but Sakura came in, just as the right moment, and his hand connected with her shoulder. He felt the chakra drain from his body as the seal started to stitch itself together around her.

But something wasn’t right.

The chakra was fraying, he could feel the dissipation, even as he pushed in more chakra, too much, but it didn’t matter. Blood drained away from his face as he watched Kaguya stand there, eyes closed, hands twisted in a weird sing, and the seal started to fray. She’d prepared. Of course she had. This was her demise last time, of course she would have had counter measures around,what was he thinking! He was floundering around for some semblance of a back up plan, hovering above her, when he heard it.

Your voice, shouting, from a distance.

“I won’t let you!” You screamed, pushing yourself to the brink, standing in the middle of the most complicated seal he’d ever seen in his life, “I won’t let you take this world away from me!”

You’d made a blood seal, from what he could see from this distance. One of the hardest feats to achieve, a derivative of the original seal created by the Sage of Six Paths, the seal for the tailed beasts. It burned and writhed, glowing around you as your tanto lay behind it, behind you, covered in your blood, and the light illuminated your face pink. You looked like a god, standing between the scrawled lines. You pressed your palms together, teeth gritting in effort. He smirked, laughing as his hand throbbed, laughed as he could feel the original seal stitch itself back together, atom by atom, and he finally finished the jutsu.

“Six-Paths Planetary Devastation!”

He could feel your chakra gush into the seal, tying it tighter, crueler, powering the original seal to a whole new level, making it less likely to be broken. He grinned, as he turned to look at you again, 50 klicks behind him, when everything stopped. His feet touched the ground as the chakra exhaustion set it, but he couldn’t feel it.

Because you looked at him with a face full of devastation, love, and regret. And behind you, stood Zetsu, with your bloodied tanto in his ruined appendage.

You knew. You didn’t move.

You smiled at him, even as he roared and started running, running because he was so, so, so incredibly stupid, had forgotten such a fundamental lesson that the universe was finally done with him. No shinobi should run out of chakra until they are back at their station.

Time slowed as Zetsu screeched in rage, "You ruined everything!”, lifting the tanto up and high above its head, throwing it with force. Right towards you. Right towards your heart. But you wouldn’t move. He knows, knows it’s’ because the seal isn’t finished yet, knows you won’t move because he heard, saw, watched your determination to finish this war. To win it.

He just didn’t realize you’d be willing to die for it.

“RUN!”

His feet were slow, too slow, god, why’d it have to weigh a million pounds, please, just once more. One more chance.Sasuke threw his katana as hard as he could, hoping to intercept the tanto,but he was exhausted too, probably only running on adrenaline, and Sakura hadn’t even landed yet, but even she boosted the speed of the katana.

Naruto’s eyes locked with yours, even as you screamed at them not to come close, fearing the ruination of the seal, but his world was falling apart in front of his eyes. They locked with yours, and all you did was smile.

“She needs a world to grow up in…”

His entire life flashed in front of his eyes.

The past, the present, but also, the future.

A future where the three of you laughed together in a small suburb house.

A future where you stood there, scolding him and Kaiko for making a mess of your office.

A future where you proudly announce him as Hokage.

A future where you’d spend long nights trying to dismantle and fix the shinobi system for the better.

The seal flicked, and finally stopped glowing as it finished its job. You gasped, blood dribbling past your lips as the tanto slid in between your ribs, grazing your heart. The katana nailed Zetsu down, where Sasuke had stalked up and was placing him in a genjutsu. Naruto spared half a thought to it, because his hands were around you as you crumpled to the ground. The necklace around your neck glinted as you looked up at him, bloody smile and all.

“G-Gonna kiss me, now?”

He did, softly kissing you as a tear splashed on your face. He quickly wiped it off. No. Absolutely not. Crying meant-crying meant.

“H-hold on, okay, I got you.” Sakura was kneeling next to you, hands hovering, but the green flickered before it winked out completely. Her face fell. He looked up at her in horror, before he felt the blood. It was hot, so hot, it burned through his pants and scorched his skin. God, there was so much blood, so much fucking blood, how could one person have so much blood in them-

“Please!”

You grabbed his hand, even as your neck lost its strength and he cradled you, held you, as you put his hand over the necklace. He was ignoring the sword in your chest.

“Give it, t-to her. Tell her-”

“NO! You tell her, you’ll tell her, okay, just be quiet-”

“I-I love her, love you…”

He was a fucking Uzumaki, a jinchuuriki, goddamit, and he tried to pull up even, just the tiniest bit of chakra, but couldn’t.

“Please,” he pleaded, his voice cracking “P-Please, don’t.”

You open your mouth to speak, but choke on your own blood as you try to say what you want to, and he can’t. Tears stream down his face in earnest, even as he tries his hardest not to cry. God, can’t he do one thing right in his whole life?

“Don’t, don’t find me too quick…”

He sobs into your shoulder, and his heart is tearing itself apart in his chest, and it matches yours. He wipes the tears away, trying to memorize your face, burn it into his soul itself, even as he kisses you one more time, one last time, head resting against forehead.

“L-Love you, pretty.”

And he’s rewarded with the most devastatingly beautiful smile ever. Still made the remnants of his heart stutter, even as the pain and loss and stupid fucking reality sat in.

Your eyes closed and your smile fell away.

Your chest stopped moving.

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He sat there, holding your body, blood soaking into his uniform, you growing cold in his arms.

He rubbed his hands against your skin to warm it back up.

Kakashi pulled him from the corpse after a day.

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For the first days after-after, Kakashi sensei took care of him. He was in a comatose state, not moving, eating, sleeping, the entire way back hom-back to the village. There was nothing left. Nothing left in this bleak, ruined world, worse off without you. All that kept playing in his mind was the clusterfuck of a failure he was, the scene of you crumpling replaying on loop.

He was the strongest in the world now.

He couldn’t save his own wife.

He couldn’t save so many people, so many lives lost because of his incompetence, how could he be considered a hero? How could anyone consider him a hero? He was a huck, a ghost haunting the living, because he died with you. His heart fully stopped beating with yours.

But then Kaiko was crawling onto him, peering at her ‘Papa?’, and he mustered up some strength. Because you’d left him with a job. She gives him a grin as he loops your necklace around her neck, and the first charm opens. In it, were two pictures; one of him and you from your academy days, and one of him and Kaiko in the middle of a play fight, sporting identical grins.

He couldn’t recognize himself. He hugged Kaiko that night, and cried silently, but made a promise.

“I won’t fail you, not like I did your mother. Never again.” and finally, finally, fell asleep, his daughter’s snores the best sound he’d ever heard.

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Two years. Somehow, he had existed for two years after you left. He was shattered. Naruto had walked into the war as a bright eyed boy, and came out as a broken man.

The two year anniversary of the war came, and he sat in his office with Kaiko working on painting a lantern for her mother, Kakashi supervising as he painted his own for his team 7. Naruto was writing the names of the fallen shinobi on multiple lanterns, which would be lit and sent off to the sky at night.

He’d started the ritual on his own, and others had watched, talked, and soon, thousands came to the village to light their own lanterns with him. He sighed, shaking his hand as he motioned the genin to come take the lanterns away, walking towards Kaiko.

She lifted the lantern up, a drawing of the three of you on it, with “Love you MaMA” written on them in scraggy writing.

She held onto it as she climbed up into his arms, planting a wet kiss on his cheek as she waved goodbye to her godfather, fiddling with the necklace in a way that was so much like you, he stopped breathing for a moment.

“Ready to go say hi to Mama?”

“Yeah!”

He walked out on the balcony, holding out his lantern as he gave some speech Sakura crafted for him. Everyone cheered, and Kaiko oo-ing and ah-ing at the thousands of lanterns slowly lighting below her. She lit her yours by herself, for the first time, as Naruto watched on nervously. Her eyes shone with curiosity as it floated out of her hands, leading the way for the other lanterns on their journey to the sky.

“I hope Mama likes my drawing…”

“She will, sweetheart, don’t you worry.” He said, shifting so he held her more securely. The wind blew around him, his cape snapping at his ankles, when he heard it.

“I do, love you both.”

And sure, he could be hallucinating, but he’d recognize your voice from anywhere, and it finally gave him the strength to ease his burdens, ease them enough to hold his daughter together against him, and finally smiling with her.

Fully smiling, like in the picture around her neck. He’d try. Because he needs to be able to meet your eyes when he sees you again.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

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