#itachi uchiha x reader fluff

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ᥫ᭡. FATHER HEADCANONS .ᐟ

characters: obito uchiha, kakashi hakate, itachi uchiha & neji hyuga.

warnings. none. fluff, domestic life, not proofread.

writers note. how i think they’ll act as fathers, kakashi isn’t married i believe and the other ones are dead, so i just wanted to make a little something for my beloveds, especially for obito since he’s been nothing but a nuisance in my head. I love him.

OBITO UCHIHA !

he’s definitely the ‘big family’ type of guy, probably would want at least four kids, five the highest. yea, he likes having little spawns, even if he doesn’t look like it.

he doesn’t yell or spank his children, however there’s been times when he has yelled because they were acting out.

when he’s irritated, his children would know it’s time to stop, his voice deepens and becomes stern and he has a look that makes them stop whatever behavior they were doing. he could be scary, but other than that he’s a chill dad.

his ‘time-out’ methods are putting his kids in the corner or extending their chores. sometimes he’ll make them clean the front yard and bathroom.

he actually smacks his kids over the head when they don’t listen or throw his slippers at them. depending the age of his children, let’s say ten through fifteen, they’ll think it’s funny before he has them cleaning something they don’t wanna do.

his uchiha genes are stronger than yours, they’ll have his eyes and hair color and depending how many kids you have with him, only couple would have your hair color and eyes (the skin color will possibly slip in). they’re also short tempered.

he likes training his kids and is often proud of them when they finally have it down.

he keeps all of their colorings they’ve made him, he keeps them somewhere safe so they can’t get ruined or lost. (he might go bonkers if they get lost).

he’s a very overprotective dad, his children have to be home at a certain time. he will personally hunt them down if they’re not home by the time sunsets.

obito spoils his children but not to the point where they don’t understand ‘no’ he will put his foot down and doesn’t tolerate tantrums. he also doesn’t have favorites, he knows that isn’t right, especially as a parent, all of his children are treated equally.

wise words from obito to his children: “get your ass down from there right now.” “keep acting like lunatic and I’ll send you home and you won’t come out there until dinner, do you understand?”

KAKASHI HAKATE !

kakashi would only want two kids, a boy and a girl. he sees this as a perfect amount, he’s fine with children, he just doesn’t want a zoo of them, and plus he’ll probably have grandchildren in future.

he’s a very chill and patient dad, he knows how to handle his children and they listen pretty good, however.. they’re sassy and he knows they got that from him and he refuses to admit it. his kids are pretty mean, but they mean well.

he also doesn’t spank his kids, but he does make his kids clean the entire house and makes sure there isn’t a single speck of dust flying around.

kakashi knows his children’s interests and will personally try to understand it, even if some of them are a bit weird.

he’s the type to tell his children that santa won’t bring them presents because they’re misbehaving and won’t listen to him. he’ll also tell them that the boogieman will drag them out of bed by their feet and take them away. (they haven’t slept in their own room for a week).

he likes to pinch his children cheeks, he thinks it’s adorable. he also ruffles their hair, especially if his children possessed his beautiful spiky hair.

kakashi’s genes are strong, but it’s a well mixture of yours, if you have moles, freckles or whatever, your children with kakashi will have them.

there’s been times where he doesn’t know how to handle temper tantrums, the only thing that comes to mind is to send his kids to their room to have them scream it out. (they’ll fall asleep afterwards and by the time they wake up dinner is already done.)

kakashi is a good listener, he knows how to handle his kids emotions and is there for them. however there’s been times he has to be straightforward with them, he knows he can’t always sugarcoat things just because they’re his kids.

kakashi may be chill, but he does have strict rules for his children to follow. he has tied his child to a tree and will do it again if he has to.

kakashi’s wise words to his beloved children: “oh! is that so? would you like me to tell mommy what you have been doing? no, then knock it off.” “you are in big trouble when we get home, you are to clean the bathroom, do I make myself clear?”

ITACHI UCHIHA !

itachi, the gentle soul that he is. he’s also someone who will have two children, genders are irrelevant to him, he’s just happy to have a family, even if his little spawns have him stressing and worried.

he’s the type of dad that you wouldn’t want to be mad, they know it’s time to settle down when he’s upset. itachi doesn’t have to say anything but look at them, and you wouldn’t know if he’s mad, but they do, they know when he’s pissed and that has them shutting up within an instant.

itachi doesn’t lay a hand on them nor does he yell, but he does put them in time-out or send them to their room and have them think about what they have done.

itachi is a rather patient dad, and if his kids are toddlers he would know how to handle them and calm them down. he likes taking them on walks and have them cry on his shoulder as he tells them a little story or something to have them keep their mind occupied. if that doesn’t help, he’ll try putting them down for a nap.

he likes making them their foods. he’s the one who packs their lunch for school and makes them breakfast in the morning, he also makes sure that his kids have healthy meals. yes, he allows his children to eat junk food, just not all the time. he wants his kids to grow big and strong, as he likes to tell them.

he likes listening to them talk about their day at school or just have a casual conversation with them, he really likes quality time.

his children don’t get bullied in school, he’s scared them off, as much as he’s a gentle man, he’s still a scary guy and doesn’t tolerate other children bullying his own. he doesn’t like seeing them cry. however, he will speak the child’s parents in hopes to settle things.

when his kids suggested a game, he lets them win, especially if it’s hide n seek, he knows exactly where his kids are hiding and he hides in the most basic spots for them. (he just really likes hearing their squeals and giggles when they find him.

if his children are older, he would like to know where they are heading off, he doesn’t restrict them from having fun with their friends, he just doesn’t want anything bad happening to them when they are out. they have a certain time they have to be back home. will not tolerate back talk.

he does ground his children, the longest time they have been grounded was three months and no, he doesn’t forget and will make sure they learn they lesson. he loves them, but he will teach them that their actions have consequences.

itachi’s wise words to his children: “you are misbehaving, would like me to grounded you? then stop that.” “I will not be teaching you that, you have not been listening to be for the whole day.”

NEJI HYUGA !

neji is aware how difficult it will be to rise kids, so he’ll possibly have two or three kids, genders don’t matter to him, he made them and he’s going to raise them the best he can. there’s a lot of things that he doesn’t tolerate with them and that is back talk, he doesn’t like back talk, at all.

neji definitely spanks his kids, is it hard? no, not at all, but it’s enough to sting and he’s well aware how heavy his hand could be. he also has a major soft spot for them, so spanking his kids isn’t often.

his byakugan does actives when he’s pissed off with them and that could be a scary sight for them and they know they’re in deep trouble, especially when they did something they weren’t supposed to do. his children don’t purposely make him mad, it’s horrifying to them.

neji doesn’t like when his kids cry, it makes his heart pang and he tries his best to comfort them.

his the one who bandages them up when they get hurt and will lecture them as he does so. he knows how reckless children can get, especially when they are unattended. sometimes he’ll have to supervise them.

when he trains his kids, he does not overwork them, once he sees them tired and barely holding themselves up, he’ll either stop or have them rest up a bit before continuing. he makes them tea and food, or give them water then have them shower.

his children have a bedtime routine, his kids need to be well rested and will not stay up to early, he has them study occasionally so they know what they are doing.

he’s the type of parent to pinch his kids arms, that’s a warning sign for them to knock their shits off or they’re in big trouble once they return home. or sometimes he’ll simply just look at them and they’re already know they’re in trouble.

if his children were to snitch on another and they’re yelling who did and who’s denying, everyone is in trouble and they are to stand in the corner until he says they can leave and if they start acting up, he sends them to their room to take a nap or he’ll train them.

neji is a good dad and he’s a bit on the strict side when comes to them, however he doesn’t prevent them from doing things they want to do, as long as it’s not criminal or cause them serious harm. he’s also the type to tell his children to get up back and try again or tell them to walk it off.

neji’s wise words to his kids: “do you want me to give you pow-pow? then stop this nonsense.” “get in the corner and think about what you did.”

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[tojiluv]

UNVEILING LOVE — uchiha clan ft. sasuke, itachi, shisui, madara, obito [imagine]

context: how would the uchiha men realize their feelings and confess to you? based on “why do you make me feel like this?"

warnings: au. fluff. gn! reader. slight ooc?

notes: this has been sitting in the dust for a while, thank sensen for this idea and motivating me. not my art above.

tags: only for @seneon <3

SASUKE UCHIHA — ❝ THE LAST UCHIHA ❞ 

Sasuke wouldn’t initially understand his feelings for you, unsure of how they differed from those of a friend to a potential lover. Knowing Sasuke, he wouldn’t confess to you due to his past mistakes and doubts about whether he could give you what you want. But that would soon change once he returned to the village and saw you hanging out with a random guy who kept making you laugh at a vendor shop. When you noticed your teammate returning, you waved at him, not realizing the glare he was directing at your friend. Before you could get a word out, Sasuke gently grabbed your arm and pulled you away, making you follow him out of the store without a chance to say goodbye. He kept walking silently until you were alone in a random alleyway, hidden from prying eyes.

“Hey! Sasuke, what was that about? Is everything okay?”

"Who was that?" he asked, his eyes focused on your delicate features that he had grown to admire. You tilted your head, confused by his question.

"Huh? Oh, you mean Lino! He’s just a friend I've been visiting," you said, not noticing how your comment made him feel a bit jealous. Sasuke kept quiet, pondering whether he should say anything or continue to avoid his feelings for you. He wondered if you truly liked him the way he liked you, fearing the possibility of rejection.

Your eyes grew concerned as you watched the stoic male avoid eye contact. “I hope you know that I… I missed you,” you confessed, shyly looking to the side as his head shot up, eyes slightly widened. “I’m just glad you’re back now, even if it's only for a little bit. I’m happy you’re okay.”

Your heart suddenly raced faster than you could maintain as the stoic male grabbed your hand, holding it lightly before gripping it firmly with warmth. You glanced up, your face warming from the contact as you witnessed a small smile appear on his face. You had always had a crush on Sasuke since you became teammates on Team 7 with Naruto and Sakura, but you always hid your feelings deep down. You doubted that you would ever have a chance with Sasuke Uchiha.

"I’m glad you missed me… 'cause I’ve missed you too," he confessed, pulling you closer as you listened intently. "I… I didn’t understand this feeling, wondering what made me feel this way until I realized it was you."

You held your breath, nothing around you capturing your attention except the male in front of you.

“I thought about you the whole time I was away,” Sasuke sighed, gathering the courage to speak his feelings. “I realized that I’ve liked you for quite some time.”

Surprise consumed you, eyes wide open at the confession. You never expected this, especially from Sasuke, who usually wasn’t the type to express his feelings. But here you were, discovering that Sasuke Uchiha liked you, apparently for a long time now. Your heart swelled as a large smile spread across your lips, gripping his hand more tightly than before. Sasuke felt all the tension loosen from his shoulders as his admiration for you grew stronger from your words.

“I've always liked you, Sasuke, for years. And I will continue to do so as long as I’m by your side.”

ITACHI UCHIHA — ❝ ITACHI OF THE SHARINGAN ❞ 

Itachi found himself in a rare moment of contemplation, leaning against the sturdy trunk of a cherry blossom tree. He allowed his thoughts to drift to a singular figure that seemed to occupy every corner of his mind: you. Closing his eyes, Itachi attempted to unravel the enigma of his feelings. When had he fallen in love with you? The question lingered in his mind like a persistent shadow.

He recalled the first time he met you, your bright eyes reflecting curiosity and kindness, a stark contrast to the darkness that often enveloped his world. At that moment, something stirred within him, a whisper of possibility that he dared not acknowledge, frustrating his inner being with the thoughts. As time passed, your presence became a constant in his life, weaving its way into the fabric of his existence. Like music to his ears, your laughter echoed in his memories, warming even the coldest corners of his heart. Your unwavering support during challenging missions, and your gentle encouragement in moments of doubt—each interaction etched itself into his soul, leaving an indelible mark.

It was difficult for him to accept a different form of love to enter his complicated heart. 

Now, under the cascading petals of the cherry blossom tree, the realization hit him with a gale force. His chest tightened, and he opened his eyes, staring at the soft pink petals fluttering around him, their beauty a stark reminder of his vulnerability. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his emotions settle within him. 

"Why do you make me feel like this?" he muttered to himself, the question laden with confusion and a touch of exasperation.

Just then, he heard footsteps approaching. He turned his head and saw you walking towards him, your presence immediately calming the storm of his thoughts. You smiled, and he felt the familiar warmth spread through him, a warmth that he now recognized as love.

"Itachi, are you alright?" you asked, concerned.

He hesitated, his usual stoic demeanor cracking under the intensity of his feelings. For a moment, he considered staying silent, keeping his turmoil hidden. But then he realized he couldn't continue like this, trapped in his own emotions.

"It’s you," he said quietly, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "You make me feel like this." Your eyes widened slightly, surprise and curiosity flickering across your face. "What do you mean?"

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "Every time I see you and hear your voice, I feel something I can't ignore anymore. It’s confusing and frustrating, but I can't deny it any longer. I... I love you."

The words hung in the air between you, a confession that felt both liberating and terrifying. Itachi's heart raced as he awaited your response, hoping that the feelings he'd kept hidden for so long would not be met with rejection.

You blinked, absorbing his words, and then a soft smile spread across your face. "Itachi," you said gently, taking his rough hands into your own. "I love you too."

Relief washed over him, and for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to truly smile. The complicated emotions that had plagued him began to untangle, replaced by a sense of peace he hadn't known was possible. At that moment, under the cherry blossom tree, Itachi Uchiha found solace in your embrace, knowing that he no longer had to face his feelings alone. With gentle tenderness, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, a silent affirmation of his love and gratitude.

SHISUI UCHIHA — ❝ THE BODY FLICKER ❞ 

The sound of clashing kunai echoed through the training grounds as you and Shisui sparred under the burning sun. Shisui's movements, usually swift and precise, seemed distracted today, his mind elsewhere. You noticed his unfocused gaze and slower reactions, wondering what could be bothering him. As you circled each other, you saw another opening and took it, landing a solid hit to his head. Shisui stumbled back, rubbing the spot where you had struck him, his expression a mix of pain and embarrassment.

"What’s wrong with you today?" you demanded, frustration clear in your tone. "You're not paying attention and using your full potential."

Shisui sighed, lowering his eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry," he muttered, avoiding your gaze. "I know I should be doing better."

Your annoyance faded slightly as you watched him. Shisui Uchiha, one of the most talented shinobi in the village, was never one to slack off during training. Something had to be seriously bothering him.

"Well, what's going on?" you asked, softer this time. "You can tell me."

Shisui hesitated, his mind racing. He had been overthinking his feelings for you for days, his thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and longing. He hadn't meant to let it affect his training, but being so close to you, yet unable to express how he felt, was driving him to lose focus.

"I... it's just..." he began, struggling to find the right words. "I've been thinking a lot lately, about... things." You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "Things? What things?"

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "About you," he blurted out before he could stop himself. "I couldn’t understand why I was feeling this way until I realized that I… I like you!"

The silence that followed was deafening. Shisui's eyes widened as he realized what he had just confessed, his face turning crimson. He hadn't meant to say it, especially not like this.

Your eyes widened in surprise, taken aback by his sudden admission. "Shisui..."

"I-I'm sorry," he stammered, backing away slightly. "I didn't mean to... I mean, I did, but not like this. I just..."

You stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Shisui, it's okay," you said gently, a smile tugging at your lips. "You don't have to apologize.”

Shisui stood up from the ground, wiping off any dirt as he avoided eye contact, his face still flushed with embarrassment. "I thought you knew," he murmured. "I don’t even use my Sharingan and barely put any power into my movements during our training sessions..."

"I just thought you were going easy on me," you admitted, rubbing the back of your head and feeling a bit foolish for not realizing the obvious signs. However, a warmth spread through you at his vulnerability, and a glowing grin appeared on your lips. "Well, for the record, I like you too."

The relief that washed over Shisui's face was palpable, his tense shoulders relaxing as he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Well, of course, you fell for my charms. How could you not?" he teased, a playful smile breaking through his worried expression.

You chuckled and shoved a hand against his shoulder. "Don’t get too ahead of yourself now. How about we continue sparring? But this time, I expect you to give it your all if you want to win over my heart fully."

Shisui grinned, feeling the weight of his unspoken feelings finally lifts. "Oh, you've got yourself a bet."

As you resumed your positions, you both couldn't shake the feeling that the sparring match had taken on a new, deeper significance. At that moment, under the fading light of the day, you both understood that this was the start of something special. The connection between you had deepened, turning a simple sparring match into a cherished memory. After the match (Shisui won), you sat together, hands linked, feeling a sense of peace and happiness, knowing that you had found something truly wonderful with each other.

MADARA UCHIHA — ❝ GHOST OF THE UCHIHA ❞

Madara Uchiha, a man known for his iron will and unyielding resolve, found himself ensnared in an internal struggle that defied his every attempt at control. His feelings for you had become a thorn in his side, a relentless source of annoyance that he couldn’t simply brush away. In an attempt to cope, he had begun to distance himself from you, hoping that the space would extinguish the unwanted emotions. However, it only served to exacerbate the situation. You noticed his sudden coldness, the way he avoided your presence and cut conversations short. Hurt and frustrated, you decided to confront him. You found him in a secluded courtyard, his back turned as he stared out at the night sky, lost in thought.

“Madara,” you called out, your voice firm. “We need to talk.”

He didn’t turn, his silence only fueling your frustration. You walked closer, refusing to be ignored. “Why have you been avoiding me? What did I do?”

“It’s nothing,” he replied tersely, still not facing you.

“It’s not nothing!” you snapped, moving to stand in front of him, forcing him to meet your eyes. “Tell me what’s going on!”

His jaw tightened, and you could see the storm brewing behind his dark eyes. “Just leave it alone,” he said, standing up from his spot to walk away.

“No,” you insisted, stepping into his path. “I won’t leave it alone. You owe me an explanation.”

The tension between you reached a breaking point. Madara’s frustration finally erupted. With a swift motion, he punched the wall beside him, cracks radiating out from the impact of his chakra. Despite the sudden action, you remained unflinching, eyes locked on his as you had anticipated this eruption from the stubborn Uchiha.

“Why do you have this effect on me?” he shouted, his voice a mixture of anger and desperation. “Why can’t I stop thinking about you? It’s infuriating!”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you pressed on, your voice softer now. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” you asked. “Why push me away?”

“Because I’m in love with you!” he roared, the confession tearing out of him. “And I hate it! I hate that I can’t control it, that you make me feel this way!”

The raw intensity of his words hung in the air, his chest heaving from the outburst. You stepped closer, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “Madara,” you said softly, “you don’t have to fight it. I love you too.”

His eyes softened, the storm within them calming. Vulnerability seeped through his usually stoic facade as he looked at you. “You... do?”

“Yes,” you replied, your voice steady and sincere. “From the moment we met after the war, I knew I did.”

For a moment, silence enveloped them, allowing his words to sink in. Then, slowly, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if afraid you might slip away. “I’ve been a fool,” he murmured against your hair, the tension in his body easing. “I should have told you sooner.” 

You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the solidity of his presence. “We’ll figure it out together,” you whispered.

In that embrace, the world seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you. Madara finally allowed himself to let go of the control he had clung to so fiercely. The future might still be uncertain, but with you by his side, he knew he could face whatever came next.

OBITO UCHIHA — ❝ THE MASKED MAN ❞

In the hidden depths of Obito Uchiha's heart, emotions swirled like a tumultuous storm, leaving him lost in a haze of confusion. Amidst the chaos of his thoughts, he struggled to decipher the true nature of his feelings for you. He watched you from afar, his heart yearning for something more, yet fearing the consequences of exposing his true emotions to the light. Each friendly gesture and shared moment deepened his uncertainty, leaving him adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions.

Day after day, he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame, captivated by your smile, your laughter, your mere presence. Yet, beneath the surface of his admiration, a seed of jealousy lay dormant, gnawing at his soul whenever he saw you with another man. He attempted to suppress the pang of envy that pierced his heart whenever he witnessed you in someone else's company, but the feeling only intensified with each passing day. The mere thought of someone else holding your attention, of another person eliciting the smiles he longed to see from you, was unbearable to him.

Then, one fateful day, his worst fears materialized as he stumbled upon you in the village, your laughter intertwined with that of another man's. A surge of jealousy engulfed him, threatening to consume him whole as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes, witnessing a random leaf ninja bid farewell to you.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, the words spilled from Obito's lips in a rush of desperation and longing. "I can't stand seeing you with him!" he blurted out, his voice laced with bitterness.

You turned to face him, surprise flickering in your eyes at his outburst and undetected presence. "Obito, what are you talking about?"

Obito took a shaky breath, his heart pounding, struggling to find the right words. "I–I'm sorry. It's just... I've been confused about my feelings for you and the way you affect my entire being. And then seeing you with him... it hurts."

A heavy silence settled between them, the weight of his confession hanging in the air like a shroud. And then, to his surprise, you reached out and took his hand in yours, your touch sending a jolt of warmth through his veins. "Obito… Say it, please."

He sighed, feeling the weight of his emotions pressing down upon him like a suffocating blanket, his face burning from your intense look. “I know we're friends, and I value that more than anything, but I believe there's something more between us. And it's driving me insane because I… I cherish you deeply!”

Awaiting the sudden rejection, to his shock, you placed his hand against your cheek, your face nuzzling against his warmed palms as you graced him with the same sweet smile he had grown to love dearly.

“I've always loved you, Obito, ever since we became classmates in the academy. I knew that the boy who declared himself to be the next Hokage with those big goggles on his face was truly someone I would always admire.”

His heart skipped a beat at your words, a rush of euphoria flooding his senses as he realized how long you had waited for him. He couldn't believe his luck and fathom that the person he had been pining for felt the same way about him for so long. And as you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his in a tender kiss, Obito felt as though he were floating on air. In that moment, amidst the chaos of his emotions, he found a sense of clarity and peace, knowing that he had finally found the person who would stand by his side through thick and thin.

© 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐯 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

[uchihaxitachi]

itachi’s june -> day 14: first born

i see itachi as a girl dad so bad. like, just the thought of him with your first born and a girl makes my heart jump. <3 when you first took the pregnancy test and it came out positive, both you and itachi were shocked. it wasn’t something you had been actively planning on. “uhm, maybe i should try another one. sometimes these are just flukes.” you pouted, and itachi chuckled, he knows you’re nervous. so is he, but at least he’s good at not letting it show to his face.

“of course, angel. whatever makes you ease up your worries.” he hums, kissing your forehead deeply and waiting outside. when you tell him that the second test is also positive, itachi scans your features. he wants to see if you have any thought whatsoever to not have this child. that’s okay, he can’t force you to carry something for nine months you don’t want to. as much as itachi is elated at the idea, your consent matters just as much.

imagine his heart fulfilling joy when you do seem excited and smile, “we’re having a baby, itachi.” you chirped, and he shuts you up by smashing his lips against yours. pinning you against the wall and breathy chuckles echoing your shared bedroom.

throughout the pregnancy itachi has been nothing but the perfect human being for you, taking care of your morning sickness, your cravings even if it is 2 am in the morning, helping you exercise, validating your heinous mood swings because he knows how hard it is for his babygirl. (you).

when you do end up giving birth to the most beautiful little girl itachi has seen, his eyes gloss up. he’s there with you the whole time. your push present being another tennis band to your wedding ring. he holds her, softly, just watching her facial features contort when she yawns. oh itachi is whipped.

of course he brings his toddler daughter flowers whenever he brings you flowers, forehead kisses are a must whenever he’s waking her up. she feels so comfortable around itachi hugging him is her solace. there are times when you get tired of work and just exhausted in general, that’s when itachi takes the role of tending to her and helping her sleep.

whenever you go shopping with your toddler daughter she would try on all the dresses and show them to itachi 🥺🥺 with a twirl. “dadda likey?” she hums and itachi grins back, “loves it, suits my princess.” the only time you see this man babytalking is when he’s talking to your daughter. <3

lmfao when she grows up :3 and starts to have crushes and stuff itachi is fuming lmfaooo he’s like. “little one, who was the guy who just dropped you home? a boy?” unbearable TwT the uchiha can be unbearable at times.

[mavrintarou]

[5:32PM] Uchiha Itachi

It's his birthday tomorrow but I wanted to be early.

Warning: I'm pretty sure we can all agree that Itachi's got a breeding kink; c'mon... look at the man... he screams it. So - explicit smut; soft Itachi; maybe, obsessed Itachi? .

Itachi stared at his wife as she read her novel comfortably on the couch, the book he tagged with her to the bookstore yesterday, and she was already halfway through it.

She laid on her back, taking up the long couch. With one book in her hand, the other rests on her abdomen.

Itachi’s lips curved into a small smile as he shook his head. Lately, he had been consumed by the idea of starting a family.

Especially after witnessing Y/n’s interactions with Shisui’s newborn baby, Itachi couldn’t help but feel a deep longing to start their own family finally. He couldn’t shake the feeling that they were more than prepared to embrace parenthood.

Rising from his seat, Itachi gently placed his book aside and approached Y/n, who seemed lost in thought. Taking the book from her hand, he set it beside his own. Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked at him and her book, silently questioning his unexpected gesture. “Itachi?”

“Let’s have a baby.”

“Itachi,” she raised an eyebrow, her voice filled with surprise and amusement, “are you suggesting we have a baby right now?”

He nodded, his expression serious. “Yes, precisely, let’s make a baby. Now.”

Y/n pushes herself onto her elbows, playfully narrowing her eyes at him. “Who are you, and what have you done to my husband?”

Itachi sits on the couch and rests his face against her bosom. “I’ve always desired a family,” he confessed softly, “but I never wanted to rush you into it.” He slips a hand inside her shirt, feels for her breast, and groans when she isn’t wearing a bra. He hears her breath hitched as he massages and gropes her breast. Her nipple immediately puckered, and he rubbed the nub. “I’ve been imagining how your tits will be filled with milk and how you would nurse our baby.” He nips her breast through her shirt, leaving a wet bite mark. He pushes her shirt to expose her breasts and swirls his tongue around her nipple. “And me, too.” He takes it into his mouth, suckling like how a baby would.  

“’Tachi…” she breathed, “I have been ready for a long time too now but…” she looked away, blushing, “but you keep using condoms every time.”

He releases her nipple, satisfied at how swollen it’s become. He shifts to the other nipple that’s already puckered, begging for the same attention. “Looks like the both of us have wasted time because we just didn’t communicate.”

Y/n covers her mouth to prevent herself from moaning. “I want to know what it feels like to have you cum inside me.”

Itachi sat up, gently pulling Y/n upward. His eyes held a gentle intensity as he spoke, “then allow me to demonstrate it to you.”

.

Y/n’s breath trembled as she watched him align his cock to her pussy. It was unbelievable to think that they had never had raw sex before. Itachi was always careful, wearing a condom each time.

He teased the wet tip against her slit, rubbing himself until she groaned in frustration. Itachi chuckled softly and pushed the tip, and thrust in one hit.

The room is immediately filled with flesh slapping flesh as Itachi wastes no time; his goal is to breed his beautiful wife.

This was much smoother than he expected; he feared Y/n wouldn’t be ready for parenthood. He was prepared to talk further about starting a family. Itachi felt faintly guilty, going as far as sneaking into his wife’s phone to check on her the next time she ovulates. He was glad he did not need to resort to his final plan, tampering with the condoms.

He knew he could be perceived as obsessed with his wife. She was already his wife, but that wasn’t enough. Itachi felt he needed more, something to tie her to him.

And a baby was it.

Itachi rocked his hips, watching his cock appear and disappear. He was losing control by the second, watching how creamy his cock looked with their body fluids mixing.

His large hand grips her hips, “in a few months; these hips will bear the weight of our baby.” His eyes shift to her breasts, rotating each time he thrust hard into her. Itachi’s hands slide to grope her breasts, tweaking her rosebud nipples. “And in time, these will leak milk…”

“’Tachi…” Y/n moan, “I’m so close… hurry… I’m ready – give me your cum…”

To see Y/n speak lewdly to him, Itachi abides by his wife’s wishes.

He fastens his hips, towering over her body and pressing against her. His lips found hers, kissing her deeply.

Y/n locks her ankles around his waist, nails digging into his shoulder blades as she is brought over the edge, trembling beneath Itachi. “Itachi… ‘tachi…” she moans his name repeatedly.

All Itachi wants to hear for the rest of his life is Y/n moaning his name.

He cums seconds later, with four hard thrusts to ensure he pushes his seed as far as possible.

They both catch their breaths, and seconds later, Itachi looks down at his wife, “are you okay?”

Her lips curve, “more than okay.”

“So, how does it feel to have me cum in you?”

Y/n slaps his arm playfully at his lewd question. “… I like it,” she mutters, cheeks flushing. She bites her lower lip before combing his bangs. “But we might need to do this a few more times before we can be sure I’m pregnant.”

Itachi turned to kiss his wife’s palm, “is now too soon again?”

Her eyes widen as she feels him twitching inside her, instantly becoming hard again. She squealed, “Itachi!”

.

Itachi’s gaze remained fixed on the gift placed before him, his eyes lingering with curiosity and anticipation. “What is this for?”

“You’re an early birthday gift because I couldn’t wait anymore.”

A slight furrow formed on Itachi’s brows as he picked up the small box, giving it a gentle shake. “You didn’t have to give me anything; I already have you,” he remarked, untying the ribbon that held the gift together.

Y/n hummed in response, choosing to disregard his comment. She settled beside him as he finally lifted the box lid. Observing his expression closely, she watched as he looked at the tiny pair of baby’s shoes, a positive pregnancy test, and an ultrasound image of their baby.

She reached for his hand and pressed it to the flatness of her belly, “happy birthday, daddy.”

. . .

@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

[iambilliejeanok]

How they react to seeing reader cry.

Fandoms: Naruto( Akatsuki) || Jujustu Kaisen|| Record of Ragnarok

Featured: Buddha, Itachi, Orochimaru, Geto, Kisame

FLUFF OVERLOAD

🩷Buddha 🩷

He absolutely CANNOT afford to have you shedding tears and not solve whatever problem you have immediately.

Whenever he sees those tears running down your cheeks he lovingly lifts up your chin with his fingers, wiping them away with his thumb before pressing a few kisses to your lips. “What’s the matter?”, he asks, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. He really hates seeing you like this.

And he has many times before and will always be ready to fight the other gods for you. (Even though I genuinely don’t know what kind of mess you’re getting into to be stirring up gods and stuff) But since he is a god, which you don’t like to take advantage of, you try to keep things to yourself to not feel bad about the extra leg and a half you have in life. Since he loves you so much though, he will get to the bottom of this issue himself if it really comes down to it. If you’re struggling at work, with a project, family and friends or you’re not feeling well in general, he’s sure to immediately attend to those issues. But that’s only after he cuddles you to pieces.

He does show major signs of being clingy, so when your feeling upset he’s wrapped around you all day like a sweater, until he’s convinced that you’re well enough for him to leave you on your own and go sort out those issues. He’s like a personal hero. A very clingy one.

🩷Uchiha Itachi 🩷

He’s not as clingy as Buddha is, but when he does see you feeling upset enough to start crying, he will baby you to death. He turns into a koala and will literally wrap his arms around you and never let go. Not until he’s 100% certain you’re okay. And even then, he might spend some time being extra close to you just to make himself feel better.

He’s very susceptible to depression and when he sees you crying, it triggers a deep somberness inside of him that he can’t explain, and he starts overthinking, growing terribly paranoid about you getting hurt or being in any other kind of situation that would make you cry. He doesn’t tears, nor does he like the sound of crying, especially coming from you. So now you experience a season of clingy, overprotective, extra soft Itachi.

Even if you’re only upset in the moment and soon recover and get over whatever mad you cry, he still can’t help but linger around you for a week or two, taking many days off of work or finishing earlier than usual. He bathes with you, cooks each of your meals throughout the day, helps you get ready for bed and tucks you in at night. He will even treat you to a story while scratching your back before bed, and holds you tighter than usual, throughout the entire night.

You know he has some kind of a problem since his behavior is definitely not normal, but if it helps him in any way, you’ll always allow him to treat you like and you also try to reciprocate the treatment to help him snap out of it sooner rather than later.

🩷Orochimaru 🩷

He’s usually the reason as to why you cry to begin with, which at first, he pretends he doesn’t care, immediately turning around to walk away from you so he doesn’t have to watch you break down. But over time, he does take an interest in your feelings. He just feels guilty sometimes and doesn’t know how to approach you.

He knows you love to cuddle though, so he will try to use that during times like this and invite you to come and spend time with him while he works. He’ll rub your back and hold you close to him as he walks around his home and might even suggest going for walks around the large base hand in hand. He went as far as nurturing a garden with his own hands for you two to walk through whenever he upset you like this.

He doesn’t make you cry on purpose. It’s never his intention to begin with, but it happens and when it does, he kind of hates himself for a while. But he’ll never mention it and hides his guilt quite well. He loves it when you lay on his chest sometimes and he can rub your back, and slowly feel you begin to calm down.

Sometimes the poor man gets so frustrated over the sight of tears flooding your eyes, he’ll gently smoosh you into his chest and wrap his arms around you and just hold you, petting your head and rubbing your back while he tries to hush you. It’s only when it gets to this point that he’ll mumble and apology while he’s hugging you. He doesn’t mind standing with you like this until you finally calm down.

🩷Geto Suguru 🩷

He sees you crying and you’re surprised to see a warm smile plastered on his face. “Oh babe, it’s okay”, he chuckles, pulling you close against him to hug you. He’s so good at making the situation seem less dire than it actually is and prefers to distract you from your problems than talk about them.

He will address whatever cause those tears to begin with at later stage, but tries to focus on getting you passed your balling. Sometimes he’ll pick you up and rub your back while you wrap your limps around him and cry into his shoulder. He coos at you and baby talks you while he rocks you in his arms.

After endless kisses against your forehead while he cradles you in his arms, the moment he feels like your breakdown is over, he’ll tickle you. He tickles you until you’re breathless with laughter and have long forgotten to cry. You can only run away from him, and you try your best to wriggle out of his hold, and then he’s after you and the chase builds up adrenaline inside of you that totally distracts you from whatever made you cry.

You end up having to play fight him until there’s a winner, which he freely gives over to you. Once’s it’s been established that you’ve won, he’ll reward you with taking you out to your favorite place and doesn’t mind stopping to get some popsicles with you. He’s a total sucker for you when he tries to make you feel better and will even let you ride his dragon with him, the two of you flying over the nearby ocean, laying on your backs ontop of rainbow dragon, enjoying the wind brushing against your skin while you suck on your popsicle.

It’s during peaceful moments like this that he’ll finally ask you why you were so upset and now you can tell him without feeling too depressed about it.

🩷 Kisame 🩷

He’s not good with tears. He doesn’t know what to do whenever you cry and will quietly separate himself from you when he sees you getting emotional. It’s never with negative intentions, it’s just very awkward for him. What does he say? What should he do? He’s never really seen an example of how to approach the situation.

I mean at least he understands that you’re clearly having a hard time, so he will try and get as many chores out of the way as possible and will work extra hard to ensure that you don’t have to do a single thing around the house. He does grow very quiet though and won’t say much when he does find himself within your vicinity.

If you ask him to shower with you or do anything for you, he will of course. And he heavily relies on instruction during this time or else he’ll just excuse himself. If you’re having an episode and he notices you’re crying almost everyday, he becomes a bit scarce and when he’s away from you he’s constantly stressed out. He really doesn’t know what to do. He’ll humbly ask another member of the org for advice when it gets that bad, and will only come home at night to tidy up the entire house to make sure you’re chore-less the next day.

It’s only when you vent to him with tears in your eyes about why he’s avoiding you does the thought come to him like a lightbulb that he should probably spend more time holding you. He’s trying his best though I mean his traumatizing past is all he got sometimes. But he kind of likes it when you cling to him and your crying goes from making him nervous, to making him feel needed and protective.

[ayyyez]

What are the MOST random headcanons you have for Itachi, Neji and Sasuke?

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A/N: oh this is fun it gives me lots to think about. Thanks for the request.

TAGS: general headcanons, some get a little suggestive but nothing too descriptive, mentions of kissing, cuddling, fluff

CHARACTERS: Itachi Uchiha, Neji Hyuga, Sasuke Uchiha

ITACHI UCHIHA

When he finally manages to get glasses he is notorious for forgetting to wear them at first.

He had grown so accustomed to not wearing them and squinting at everthing he forgets he doesn't need to anymore lol.

Is that person who drinks water over other beverages.

Enjoys reading for long periods of time. Like could just spend the whole day reading away. Is the type to read books in one sitting, taking breaks to make tea and snack only.

Enjoys having company while reading though.

A nice cuddle. A thigh touching or even just one of you splayed over the other. The warmth and touch is nice.

Secretly likes being fussed over by a s/o since he spends a lot of time fussing over his loved ones.

NEJI HYUGA

Gets a bit stressed when things aren't done a certain way but he's grown up in an evironment where he's learnt he needs to internalise everything.

Voicing his opinions even when they come across kind of harsh actually mean Neji is comfortable enough to voice his concerns with you.

Even if it is 'How can you just leave all of your dirty laundry on the floor?' completely exasperated. He's not trying to judge you or be rude he's just- he can't leave it like this.

He can't have things out of place, they have to go where they belong which is the laundry basket.

His ears a sensitive. Not necessarily in a sexual way (it can be though) even brushing a finger against them and he flinches and shivers.

If you whisper into his ear or kiss it and you two are intimate and you're getting a shiver and blush from him immediately. Maybe a gasp too.

SASUKE UCHIHA

Naturally runs cold—I'm talking his hands, his feet, all naturally are colder to the touch.

This only changes when he actively infuses chakra and perfroms jutsu which warms him some. It's very interesting notice when you touch his hands those different times.

It's likely you run warmer (even if you run cold too. He's real cold).

He seeks out physical touch. Boys touch starved. But won't ask for it. Doesn't know how to unless there's been years of patience, teaching and allowing him to go at his own pace.

Likes to sit up high in trees on the branches. One rare occassions he'll let his legs dangle over the edge because it reminds him of being a kid again. Won't tell anyone that though.

Tried using styling products in his hair once (ones with a wax consistancy) but he hated how it felt in his hands. His face cringed so hard that by the time he smeared it through his hair and tried to do something with it he had given up completely. BIG POUTY FACE IN THE MIRROR.

Secretly likes having his cheeks squished and kissed by you if you're intimate but in private, not in public.

[theeyoungalabastor]

WHO EVER YOU ARE I FUCKING LOVE YOU SPJXYEOWNXB

[luccacaca]

Word count: ~1.4k

Warnings: just fluff

Gender neutral reader/ gender not specified

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Itachi

Even though he was blind, itachi moved like he could still see. His eyes still scan over his surroundings. The only way it was visible that he was blind, was if one were to watch him closely and observe how his eyes never really focused on anything. Staring past objects, into the emptiness beside them. Although it was hard to get used to for him at first, he didn't complain much about it. For everyone else around him, everyone who visited him, it seemed like he barely changed at all.

The only times you would really notice that he's lost his eyesight, was when he told you to talk to him if you smiled. Itachi can't watch your beautiful smile anymore by any means, so he loves to hear it in your voice whenever you speak. Sometimes, when he felt like he was forgetting your features, he would drive his hands over your face. Taking in every curve, every edge. The fold of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the curve of your cheek, the contours of your lips. He moved his fingers along your jaw, feeling your hair, your throat, feeling your shoulders and he drew himself a mental image.

He likes the way you smell and ever since he told you so, you decided you were never going to change your perfume again because it's something he can recognize you by.

Itachi loved to sit on the terrace with you, talking about whats been on his mind. Almost always do these conversations grow into more serious, deep conversations. Often referring to his old life in the Akatsuki.

From time to time you realized how glad you were itachi felt so comfortable with you. Spending time with itachi itself was never anything special but it's his calming presence that still made it special somehow.

Itachi feels just like you do. His favorite part of the day is when you drop by to keep him company.

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Just something small I cooked up after reading a few itachi fics. Feedback is always appreciated 🙌

[simplygojo]

masterlist

My current masterlist of my work since graduating school! Short but sweet for now, but always growing!

Requests are always open <3

Here is the link to my Request Guidelines if you are interested in making a request, feel free to read these first :)

LEGEND:

☼ - a personal/current fav

✧ - a reader favourite

☷ - a blurb/headcanon/v short fic

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

Satoru Gojo:

☼ The Devil He Made Me - Series Masterlist (fluff, smut, angst) Unspoken Desires (smut, fluff at the end) What Was I Made For (angst, fluff) Die With A Smile (angst, smut, fluff) ✧ The Witch’s Surrender (smut)

Nanami Kento:

A Slice of Fate (fluff)

Megumi Fushiguro:

✧ Drink, Dare, and Desire (fluff, smut) ☼ Silent Moments; Silent Moments II (fluff, minor smut)

Suguru Geto:

☼ Care Between the Chaos (fluff)

Ryomen Sukuna:

Let's Play A Game... (smut)

Toji Fushiguro:

Can't Remember To Forget You (smut) His Heart, Your Home (fluff)

Here is a link to my old (5+ years old) masterlist if you don't like anime, but please keep in mind that I do not write for these fandoms/characters anymore :/

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

Thank You

Pairing: Uchiha Itachi x f!Reader

Summary: Going blind and coughing up blood, Itachi had to seek some kind of medical aid, if only to prolong the inevitable. It helped that some random farming village's secondary clinician was so understanding and willing to provide that aid - but now, after a year of visits and spinning a Parnassian lie, he's started to care for the clincian, against his better judgement.

W/c: 2.7k

Warnings: meh, fluff, just Itachi going blind and trying to be nice (also him negating to tell our girl that he isn't just some wayward poet)

Notes: totally totally totally inspired by this post by @weeny-mcbitch !! also, was supposed to be a drabble that I stayed up all night to write instead, so lmk if y'all want a part 2, im teeming with ideas rn (also, im working on my requests, i swear to god, this is kinda like a warm up for one of then - whoever sent in that itachi and shisui one ily youre a genius) anyway lmk if this sucks

Masterlist💿

He was such a kind man, there wasn't a thing in the world you wouldn't have done for him, for free. Just his thanks and the small, reluctant smiles he would give you were payment enough.

"I don't want your money, Itachi," you giggled as you reshelved an assortment of herbs. "When have I ever made you pay for my silly, little pills?"

"They're not silly, and you should."

Looking over to him and his holey cloak, you just asked with a grin, "When are you going to let me fix up that ratty cloak of yours, anyway?"

"I'm practically stealing from you as is," he grimaced, holding up the bottle of pills you had just pressed.

Itachi stared at the exam room wall in front of him with wide, unmoving eyes for a moment longer before letting them trail to you. Smiling at him softly, you returned a jar of Goldenseal essence to your wall. His stare made you nervous - it was as if he were looking straight through you, despite an effort. You shelved the final jar and put your hands up, one in front of the other, aimed at Itachi.

"What are you doing?"

"How many fingers am I holding up with the hand closer to you?"

"Why are you doing this?" He asked with a sigh, looking back to the wooden wall in front of him. Dropping your hands, you moved to sit beside Itachi on the bench of your family's exam room.

Your father was your village's clinician, trained by his father and his father before him. He had been training you thusly to carry on the title, which allowed you the facility to care for the wandering ninja before you, whenever he came along. It wasn't terribly often that Itachi would visit, but you always made sure to be thorough in your examination when he would.

"Last time you were here, I noticed you were having some issues with your depth perception. This time, your pupils aren't properly dilating with the light," you told him softly. Itachi just turned his head down to look at the floor instead. Sighing, you put your hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly as you said, "I'm not an optometrist by any stretch, but my cousin is. If you're still here tomorrow afternoon, I can get you an appointment."

"I won't be."

His voice was firm, but had such an feeling of regret attached to it. You frowned, letting his shoulder go. He was an adult, and a wanderer, no less. There wasn't a thing in the world you could do to force Itachi to do anything.

The air in the room had gotten much too thick for your liking. So you smiled, bumping your shoulder against his as you stood again, remarking, "I suppose the life of a travelling poet doesn't allow time for optometry then."

"No, it doesn't..." Itachi trailed off.

You just chuckled lightly, collecting your notes on the wanderer that were strewn across your father's desk. Your desk. The practitioner's desk. A life of poetry and meandering seemed so nice in comparison to your boring life. Though, Itachi never meandered. He never seemed to have the time. You'd think a man of his lifestyle would have all the time in the world.

"Will you ever share one of your poems with me?" You asked, lining your year's worth of papers up before sliding them into your bag.

"What?"

Scared out of your skin, you jumped away from Itachi, who was suddenly standing beside you. He took a step back, extending his arms to you. Itachi's face filled with worry as his cloudy, black eyes jumped around your entire body.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't mean to frighten you, I should have made more noise. I'm so s-"

"It's alright," you murmured, taken by the slight parting of his lips and furrow of his brow. You just stared at his face, heart corralling itself, as a different Itachi stood before you. One you hadn't seen before. Inhaling deeply, you bit down on your lip, murmuring, "As an aside... you smell amazing."

Closing his mouth, Itachi blinked slowly as his expression morphed into that of confusion, then to a slight... well, you didn't know. He just seemed caught off guard, though pleasantly so. Itachi's brow relaxed slightly, and you were blessed with his small smile. The right corner of his mouth lifted just slightly higher as his eyes roamed your face, and Itachi leaned forward unconsciously. You smiled back, collecting the straps of your bag as you maintained your gaze on Itachi.

After a long while, Itachi rubbed the back of his neck, turning his eyes to the ground. "What do I smell like?"

"I dunno," you chuckled, pulling your bag over your shoulder and walking up beside Itachi. You leaned closer to him and took a long breath, deep and thoughtful. Humming, you mumbled, "Like a very foggy forest, I suppose."

"Ugh, that's terribly musky," Itachi complained with a kind of joke in his tone that was foreign to your ear. You smiled as Itachi turned his head to look at you, his minty breath washing over you as he asked hesitantly, "And you... like that?"

"I do, indeed," you confirmed with a nod. "Though, I can smell a distinct lack of mullein on you. Make sure you're steaming those pills properly."

"I do," he replied almost indignantly.

You chuckled as you asked, "With the towel over your head, and all?"

Itachi's nose twitched, nodding, "As embarrassing and time consuming as it is, yes."

"What colours come up after?"

"Black, and blood."

"Are you coughing while over the pot?"

Itachi's face scrunched up at your question. "No, ew, why would I-"

"Don't cough into the pot, take your head out for a second," you laughed, shaking your head. Walking to the exam room door, you flicked off the lights, allowing the moonlight from the window to illuminate the room. "You shouldn't suppress your coughs, that will only make you cough harder when you give in."

You opened the door and turned back to the beautiful, black haired poet. He stood by the desk, nodding silently and softly. Itachi's large eyes reflected the shine of the moon so wonderfully, it was like you could see the individual beams as they touched the different shades of his dark irises. 

Eh, what the Hell. "Care to walk me home, or does the Poet's Life not allow time for that either?"

Elegant as a dancer, Itachi swiveled on his heel and came to you with his small smile returned to his full lips. His cloak swished as he walked toward you, his footsteps no louder than those of the smallest mouse in the largest church. Voice as rich as your grandmother's chocolate cake, Itachi hummed,

"I can make the time, if only for you."

"Oh, stop, now you're just flirting with me," you grinned as the black haired man followed you out of the primary exam room.

"And if I am?"

"Well," you grinned with a blush, locking the door. "Then I would smile, kiss you, and say thank you."

"Then I'm awaiting your kiss."

"You're awfully bold this evening, Itachi," you giggled, hooking your arm into his as you began to walk down the short hallway of exam rooms.

He smiled, looking straight forward as he walked with you, putting his other hand over yours. Just his presence was so calming, but it was like contact with him put your soul in a trance. Nothing bothered your mind, nothing nagged - everything felt peaceful, or at least tentatively so. The two of you swept into the waiting room and you both turned back to lock the door to the hallway.

"Do you have a boyfriend? A husband?"

"Cripes, Itachi, how old do you think I am? A husband?" You exclaimed with a laugh.

"You said you were nineteen a few months ago," Itachi said with a gentle voice. "A young woman like you... you should have a husband... someone to love you."

"Lots of people love me," you replied, mocking his earlier indignance, pulling Itachi through the dark waiting room.

"That's not what I meant," he sighed, pursing his lips. You frowned a bit, recognizing he thought you were upset. Itachi's hand stiffened over yours, as if he was worried you would let go. Drawing a deep breath, he clarified slowly, "I meant... I'm sorry, I just- you're so... it's unbelievable that no one has... you must decline a thousand proposals a day, is what I mean."

"Awfully poetic wording," you remarked jokingly.

Opening the front door of the clinic, you and Itachi squeezed through together while you chewed on your lip. The night air was crisp, wrapping you in a ticklish blanket, which had you you tighten your grip around Itachi's bicep. The muscle rippled beneath your fingers as Itachi pulled you a step closer to him while you locked the final door.

"My dad takes care of that for me," you admitted, drawing him down the steps of your family's clinic and onto the dirt road. "He needs me at the clinic, and in the garden, and at home - one day, he'll decide we need a next generation to continue the clinic, but I've still got a few more years."

Looking over, you remarked the frown that had settled onto Itachi's lips. Still staring ahead, Itachi looked genuinely upset by your words, almost troubled.

"I wish... I'm sorry," he simply said.

"Not your fault, poet," you shrugged, rubbing small circles into his bicep. "I'm content. I've got a job, a small nation's worth of friends, and the attention of the most handsome ninja in the world."

"Who?" Itachi snapped, head swiveling so quickly you could hear a small crunch of cartilidge.

With a chuckle, you shook his arm. "Don't tell me you're losing your sharpness along with your eyesight." Itachi quirked his eyebrow at you, squinting as he did. You snickered, "You, Itachi, are the most handsome ninja- no, human - and you're gorgeous. Drop-dead gorgeous."

"Now you're just flirting with me."

"I am, but I'm also telling the honest truth," you replied, feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest at any second.

Looking forward, you could make out the lights of your house in the distance. You turned your head up, hearing the crickets' chirps and the soft breaths Itachi took. The stars above where abundant in the black canvas of the sky, the white and yellow specks flickered in every corner, as far as the eye could see. Right in the center of the sky, directly above the two of you, a big, bright, full moon shone, bathing your little village in silver glow. Everything seemed so perfect, so picturesque - as if the whole world was as calm as you. Perhaps it was, if only while you walked with Itachi.

"Do you know any of the constellations?" Itachi asked you gently, only a few paces from your house.

"Not a one, you?"

"I could draw you a map of the sky, if you wanted me to."

You looked over casually as Itachi raised his eyes to the sky. He began squinting and widening his eyes, pupils stagnant and his eyes dry. Despite the obvious troubles, Itachi raised his hand from yours and pointed. Your eyes followed up his arm, his index finger drawing a strange figure eight in the Northern sky as he mumbled,

"There... do you see a really bright star and a kind of fish shape?"

Matching his squint, you looked where he pointed. Itachi's finger was a ways off the brightest star in that direction, but you assumed that was the star he meant.

"I see the bright one, I think, but the fish is a bit tough."

"Well, the star is called Vega, and the constellation is Lyra," he told you, bringing his hand back to rest atop yours on his bicep. Itachi squeezed your hand to his muscle and he continued, "It's a lyre, like the one Orpheus played."

"Who's Orpheus? And who's the liar?"

"A lyre is a harp of sorts, but Orpheus' is a very long story, sweetheart," Itachi chuckled lowly as the two of you approached your house.

With a shrug, you pulled him to the stairs to your door and sat on the second step, letting go of his arm.

"I've got the time for a story."

Smiling, Itachi sat next to you and began, "Then forget Orpheus for a second while I tell you about Jason."

Over the hours of the night, Itachi divulged the epic legends of Jason and his Argonauts, shifting to Orpheus and Eurydice after. You listened with rapt attention, clinging to every word as he gesticulated wildly. Itachi painted such vivid imagery with his tongue that you had no doubt he was a poet. Of course people would pay to listen to his voice, to be taken into a world of his creation.

As he recited the tales, you asked him questions. Silly, little questions, you thought, but they derailed him greatly, sending him on tangents about different translations and different versions of the same myth.

"He has to turn around."

"But he can't, you just said that was the rule."

"What would you do, if your love refused to look at you?" Itachi asked, eyes locked with yours.

You shrugged and yawned, "I dunno, you're always staring at me."

"Okay, then think," he chuckled. "I'm in front of you, and you can only see the back of my head, as we walk out of Hell."

"Sounds alright."

"We're in Hell though, sweetheart," Itachi reminded you with a smug smile. "The ground is alive, only to trip you - demons are swarming and taunting us - we're surrounded by danger. And I don't look back... I don't check if you're still with me, or if you're alright."

"Oh, I get it, I get it," you hummed with a nod. "But still, we would be fine, as soon as we're safe on Earth."

"Eurydice didn't think so." Itachi tore his eyes away from yours, looking to the sky as it lightened. "In the one version where Orpheus doesn't turn, Eurydice turned back. She returned to Hell, not wanting to live if Orpheus didn't care enough to check on her."

"That's terribly sad, Itachi."

He looked back to you, smiling softly despite your words. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't mean to sadden you."

"I'm not sad." You yawned again, leaning on Itachi's shoulder. "Not sad at all."

"I should let you go in, get some sleep while you still can."

"Next time you come, you should stay with me," you suggested, almost ignoring his attempt to leave. "You could stay for a few days even, get some proper writing in. The village isn't awe-inspiring, but we've got a few nice streams and valleys."

Itachi took a deep breath, then leaned his head against yours gently. The two of you sat on your step, simply breathing together as the sky shifted from a navy blue to a darling lilac. Slowly, the stars that Itachi seemed to know so much about faded into the distance, leaving you only a twinkle in your mind to mark their presence. Birds stirred awake, the hatchlings cheeping desperately for breakfast from their diligent parents. The birds awoke the cicadas, who started their droning early, before the sun even began to rear it's stunning halo over the horizon.

The silence that you and the wandering poet had constructed began to seep away as the farmers began their morning duties. Machinery whirred to life, and farmhands slowly started stumbling from their houses, on their ways to their contracts.

No louder than a whisper, Itachi mumbled, "I need to go."

"Why? A limerick on the tip of your tongue?"

"You could say that," he smiled, lifting his head off of yours slowly. Once you raised your head from his shoulder, Itachi stood and extended his hand to you. You took it gratefully, and Itachi added, "I'll come back soon."

"I hope," you replied honestly, squeezing his hand. Itachi's Obsidian eyes flickered around your face, his pupils dilating wide. You grinned, "I'll work on some eyedrops for you - I can't restore muscle, but I can help qualm the dryness."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"Okay," Itachi whispered.

Carefully, he brought his free hand to your face, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb as his fingers pressed against your jaw.

When you leaned against him, Itachi let go of your hand, in favour of cupping your face on either side. You rested your palms around his thick, bare, scarred forearms, as the tattered sleeves of his cloak had fallen to his elbows. For a minute, you and Itachi stood in the quiet of the morning as his fingers gently roamed around your face. They brushed down your nose, feeling each dip in your jaw and temples, gently squeezing the flesh of your cheek. Everywhere he touched, a trail of tingling fire was left, making your heart bounce around in your chest. Itachi's small smile grew on his face, deepening from a simple smirk to a full-blown beam.

Blinking a few times, Itachi said, a decibel louder, "You are... very, very pretty, Y/n."

You smiled, leaning forward to the balls of your feet. Lingering for only a second, you pressed a kiss to Itachi's cheek. His face bloomed quite the rosy red, as you said,

"Thank you."

[sariixxx]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 ꨄ

𝗦. 𝗨𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗵𝗮

____________________

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 ❣︎ / 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 (?)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀

__________________________

Sasuke is closed off, cold even.

But not to you, no.

After all the tears and broken hearts he's caused everyone, people aren't as interested in him as before.

Sometimes they do wonder if the young Uchiha has emotions and can laugh, but practically everyone has internally decided, he doesn't.

It's the way it is, nobody is suprised.

You've always been close, maybe the long friendship helped Sasuke to trust you, so when you started dating, only a few things changed.

Physical touch, or any sort of romantic affection was a bit difficult for him, but with time he's gotten used to it, and now craves your presence.

If you're not with him, he'll let Naruto blabber the most utter nonsense while thinking about his partner.

Oh how he misses your sweet scent in moments like this.

"-and then he said...", the loud blonde was shouting about some problem again so Sasuke decided to zone out for a bit.

His mind drifted somewhere completely else.

You've been on a mission for some days now.

A Jonin like you sure doesn't have much free time, especially after war.

There are millions of things that still need to be settled, so you're doing your best to help.

Sasuke's lips twitch at the thought.

He can't help this warm feeling in his chest, buliding up drastically.

Sometimes it was hard not to admit he was missing you, so emotions built up in him, making it difficult to cope.

The raven's eyes drift, watching passersby, completely zoning out.

How he wished you were here.

____________________________________________

A few days later you come home.

It's night.

You've given the hokage, Kakashi, your report and are now on your way to your and Sasuke's shared home.

After war, he had gone away for three years again to protect the village from the outside and to find himself again.

You're glad he's back, back with you.

Your footsteps are quiet, almost silent.

You knock on the door, before coming in.

"I'm home.."

The further you walk into the house, the warmer you feel.

You can't help the little smile on your face when a really tired Sasuke walks towards you.

"...Welcome home...", he mumbles, immediately wrapping his arm around you.

You smile, hugging him back.

"Hey.. I'll take a quick shower okay? You already go ahead and sleep. You really look like you need it", you chuckle as he slightly grumbles but obeys.

After the shower you walk into the bedroom, seeing Sasuke already laying there, eyes fixated on you.

You chuckle, gesturing him to look away so you can put on some clothes before taking off your towel.

He mumbles something about how he's "already seen everything" but does as you say.

When you have on your pajamas, you join him in your guys' bed, cuddling yourself into the warm covers.

You snuggle closer to Sasuke, grinning up to him.

That sight makes it hard for the Uchiha not to smile back, feeling content.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer.

Your head is on his chest and he kisses it softly.

It wasn't often, that he displayed affection so openly, even though it's you.

But at nights like this, craving each other's presence, not having seen each other for a while, it's hard to resist.

You inhale his scent, feeling it, engraving it into your brain, so you'll never forget.

You wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

Sasuke feels your hot breath against his skin, making his cheeks feel unusually hot, his heart beating faster than it normally does.

He used to resent the way you make him feel.

But he's grown to love it.

Love the fact that you're the only one who's ever been able to have such an effect on him.

Sometimes he wonders if this is all a dream.

If you were really here, by his side.

If you really stayed, even though he had fought against everyone, made countless mistakes and even lost an arm in the process.

Yeah, sometimes he isn't sure if somebody just killed him and had enough pity to put him into a genjutsu to let him feel happiness one last time.

But the way your breath against his neck, the rhythm of your heartbeat against his chest and the warmth of your skin on his cold one feels..

Too real to be an illusion, too real not to be true.

And when you look up, your bright eyes full of love and affection, he can't help but melt under your gaze.

Sasuke watches you, a faint smile displaying so naturally on his lips, that he knows.

Your love was true, it was real.

You kiss his cheek before laying down again.

"Good night Sasuke. I love you."

And like always, like clockwork, he responds while tracing the Uchiha clan symbol on the back of your shirt.

"Good night. I love you too."

[cottoncandy-cult]

Future Family

Modern Au

Ceo! Itachi X Pregnant Wife! Reader

Itachi sat in his home office, sorting through some emails as he prepared to let his younger brother take care of their family company while Itachi himself took parental leave. His wife was pregnant and getting close to her due date, Itachi being the man he was couldn't bring himself to leave her alone in this last month and a half. He had also planned to help her during the first 3 months after their kids were born and his mom was gonna check on and help her until things had settled down; all the books he had read to prepare for the pregnancy, birth and newborn care had ultimately put the fear of God in him. Currently his wife was relaxing on the couch in his office, laid comfortably on her side and napping as Itachi took care of business. Every so often he would stop to watch her, they had been married for 5 years now and she just looked absolutely beautiful to him in this state. Knowing that he was the reason her belly was so round, that it was children of their making that was living within her body. It sometimes felt like a dream, some nights he would wake up and spend up to half an hour with his hands on her belly just to come to terms with the fact that this was real. They were gonna be parents, he was going to be a father. They had already done a gender reveal a few months back, the pair was expecting twin boys. Itachi wasn't super into the gender fad; he just wanted a healthy baby he didn't care if it was a boy or girl.

But learning it would be twins? Now that got him excited. He knew it wasn't going to be easy, but he was ready to do whatever he had to in order to keep his family happy and cared for. Itachi had already had the room next to theirs made into a nursery, he even had a door added so that they could go from their room to the nursery quicker than just going around. They had agreed on gender neutral colors for the room, going with a nice smokey lavender with grey and white accents. They didn't want to pressure their kids and after doing some research on twins, both he and his wife decided it would be for the best to not make that their whole identity. Like if they ended up liking the same things, the parents wouldn't object. But they planned to let the kids lead on who they wanted to be and the things they liked, as there were several blogs of twins who felt they were forced to share an identity.

Itachi had set his papers down to observe his sleeping wife fully, somehow it had felt like this pregnancy had flown by and he was grateful for the videos they had made together through her pregnancy. It seemed like just yesterday that his wife came to him in the kitchen with a positive test in hand and a smile on her face, they had been trying for a few weeks and testing every few days, so this pregnancy was very planned and desired. Silently he moved to stand, soft steps approaching her before he knelt down to brush her hair out of her face. His hand moved to rest in her side, gently stroking along her ribs as he watched her sleep peacefully. Sleep had been hard to come by these last few months, the infants had been active and kicking at her insides more as they approached the birth date and it had made it hard on her to get and stay comfortable much less sleep for extended periods. Leaning in he pressed a kiss to her forehead, hand gently stroking over her belly as he took this moment to enjoy his break and bask in this feeling of love that almost overwhelmed him. Itachi was a family man, he adored his younger brother and was quite close with his mother.

He still remembers his family's excitement when they announced the pregnancy over dinner with them, his brother had almost choked on his food and his mother had engulfed him in a hug before his father could even stand. Every now and then his wife and mother would spend a day together bonding over the pregnancy and doing crafts, while he has a drink with his father to discuss the company and work life balance. Fugaku was a traditional man, but when Itachi explained his desire to be there for his family and place a boundary with work and home life the older man had been quite understanding. His father had opened up about his regrets with how he raised them, of course Fugaku wanted to ensure the honor of the company name and make sure it was there for Itachi whenever he had been old enough to take over but there were events he missed, and he'd spend the days thinking about it while doing paperwork. How he'd take his breaks, wondering how these events were going for his sons and hoping his wife remembered to record for him.

This had soothed Itachi's anxiety, knowing he had his father's support for his choice had made him feel heard and firm in his decision. He would be there for his sons; he'd make sure they were well cared for but wouldn't risk missing out on their big events for the sake of luxury. He slowly stood, glancing back at his desk he decided it was late enough. So carefully he lifted his sleeping wife, using his elbow to turn off the office lights as he walked down the hallway to their shared room. Her hands had gripped the front of his shirt, nuzzling him with a sleepy hum before settling once again. Itachi pressed his lips to the top of her head, walking her to their bed and laying her down as he gently pried her fingers from his shirt so he could change into his night pants. He grabbed his pjs, slipping into the master bathroom to brush his teeth and hair before getting changed. He was careful when sliding into his side of the bed behind her, wrapping a singular muscular arm around her side and letting his hand rest on her swollen stomach. His chest was pressed to her back, he was holding her close as his body curled against her own soft form. Soon there would 2 more little bodies lying with them, and he would hold them just as lovingly as he does their mother. These 3 would be his entire world, he was counting down the day til their birth as if it was a gift for his own.

[uchihaxitachi]

itachi’s june -> day 16: yandere itachi - kidnapping

warnings: yandere themes, itachi is sick and twisted of course, i get carried away when i write yandere i hope yall like it 🥰♥️🫡

feelings are, twisted things. they make people forget who they are, they make people forgive what they shouldn’t, they make people cross the boundary between what’s right and what’s wrong. what is right and what is wrong at the end of the day? there isn’t a higher being judging uchiha itachi after all, he doesn’t believe in it. if it did exist, then he would be sitting at the uchiha prefecture, at the comfort of his home and sharing dinner with his younger brother; instead of the carefully painted fake visage of hating sasuke’s guts and putting him in the endless torment of the tsukuyomi.

what is right and what is wrong?

is living for yourself wrong? when all you’ve done so far is fulfill responsibilities that cater to others?

is discreetly observing someone you adore sleep in her bed wearing skimpy clothing wrong? when you’re not intenting to harm her?

is killing the scum of an asshole wrong? who just asked her out when she clearly belongs to you?

what is right and what is wrong?

how annoying. the morality, the justice, nothing exists for those who don’t really lend an ear to it. what happens to those people? nothing. the state of konoha had several corrupt officials who still have a beating heart while several innocent uchihas unaware were slain in their craddle.

itachi is a man. a man’s job is to protect and nurture. he’s just protecting you, and nurturing you. you don’t know what’s right for you anyway, how would you? you haven’t been shown the horrors of the world when you were four? itachi knows. and itachi has to act on it.

so please don’t panic when you’re waking up to somewhere entirely unknown, the whiff of the familiar cinnamon scent that the s-ranked criminal, masked as a traveler carried when he first met you. the cozy duvet of the bed and the fluffy pillows. a perfect gold cage for itachi’s precious little dove. 🕊️

“where am i?” your heart sinks when you don’t realize any familiarity whatsoever around. itachi’s soft, yet sturdy footsteps coming towards the bedroom from the kitchen. “good morning, dear.” voice silk like and hair open, lack of the cloak that hid most of his body now accentuating his collarbone & his lean muscles. no scars… just shows no one’s ever been able to touch him to harm him anyway. just shows… how powerful he truly is.

“where am i? why am i here? itachi-“ you know his name, the only fleeting hope you’re desperately clinging on to, is his name. “please-“ the familiar panic clogs your lungs as you start gasping for air.

“ssh ssh ssh ssh~” itachi raises both his hands up in mock surrender, how these tactics are all that soothes you. you’re so naive… no wonder it had to be done. pretty little thing…

“i am not going to hurt you, okay? do you want to eat something first? should i prepare a shower for you? i want you to relax that mind for me, okay?” he hums, inching closer to you. and that’s when the true panic seeps into you. what if he hurts you — he’s dangerous, you have seen the bingo book. your mouth is dry at the thought of it alone.

so… you pick up the nearest vase at the bedside table and hurl it at him.

itachi doesn’t budge. he could, easily. could hold you by the neck and seethe with annoyance & preach about how unruly you’re behaving. how unbecoming… of a woman. his woman. but he doesn’t. he needs you to trust him, so he lets the vase hit his forehead. the shattering sound and the cut on his forehead imminent.

itachi uchiha… unscarred by all enemies he faced, bleeding for you. “don’t hurt me, either. little one.”

he has patience, it’s okay, you’re just scared, you’d grow to love him, okay?

it’s not like you have any other choice.

[the-fictional-wife]

Finding Happiness (Itachi Uchiha x reader)- 1

This is the start of a series of scenarios for post-war Itachi (yes he lives) finding happiness with you! I miss fluff in Itachi's tag so why not make my own.

I want to mainly focus on the relationship but some chapters down the line will explain more plot also the chapter sequences might not end up in chronological order^^

This will be fem reader heads up so she/her pronouns!

Even though this isn't nsfw, some things in this series won't be exactly appropriate so imma still say MDNI!

////- means pov switch

Word count: 2.0k+

Chapter 1- Grocery Shopping + Cafe Cuties Next Chapter?

“I want to help.”

“You should want to take it easy instead,” you sigh. Itachi was up...yet again to help despite being on mandatory bedrest to help his body regain its strength back. He’s restless; it’s easy to understand; he’s banned from missions, and staying home is rather dull, but...

“Tsunade strictly said you were to rest while on house arrest. That’s the whole point I’m here.” You rest your arm on the cool kitchen countertop to grab a pen and begin writing down a shopping list with a huff.

“....”

At the silence, you turn around with pursed lips to face Itachi only to stifle a laugh when you see his face: eyebrows furrowed, lips just slightly jutted-

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s pouting.

“I would argue three weeks of nothing but bed imprisonment is adequate enough rest, don’t you agree.” Itachi huffs. 

After weeks of being detained right alongside Sasuke, Kakashi made the executive decision that Itachi deserved something better than a jail cell: temporary house arrest. 

With a babysitter. 

You glance at Itachi’s mildly annoyed face, momentarily taking in the sight.

You’ll spare him...for today.

“hm...fine, the sun would do you well anyway.” You finish writing the list and hand it to Itachi, whose eyes blankly rake the paper, then folds it into his pocket.

“Well, let’s go,” You stand at the doorway where a large black seal awaits, designed to trigger the alarm around Itachi’s ankle. Weaving the signs, you both squint at the burst of light before ushering him out the door.

As the two of you walk out of the Uchiha compound, you ponder over the last few weeks with Itachi. You can’t count the heart attacks you’ve gotten from seeing an empty bed and surprise; he was admiring the fish. 

He is a quiet, stealthy patient, somewhat akin to an 87-year-old senior citizen. On the more serious end, you think back solemnly; his eyes had often reflected his concession to emptiness. Sunken in and soulless.

‘But now…’ You peer at Itachi from the corner of your eye.

His eyes sharp and attentive; the color is back in his face; sunkissed pink cheeks, his short sleeve shirt giving view to his lean muscles-

‘He’s actually kinda...’ 

////

Itachi can’t tell if it’s the heat of your gaze or the sun flushing his cheeks.

Your gaze washes over him, a captivating light he yearns to forever bask in. Domesticity is a variable of life he is unacquainted with and…undeniably undeserving of. 

And yet, the further you expose him to gentleness, affection, and peace, the more he greedily deludes himself into that he belongs.

Encompassed in a life of peace he’s desperately craved, peace he’s found with you.

Within the shinobi existence, emotions, relationships…living. All become an unforeseeable luxury.  

It’s unsettling to desire. To be human.

Itachi silently shifts his eyes toward you, observing as you conceal your face, abashed from being caught. He finds himself smitten. 

“You were looking a little pale. If you feel weak at any time, don’t be afraid to lean on me.” 

A lie, of course. An utterly endearing one.

‘Perhaps, in this life…’

He capitalizes on the chance anyway. 

‘…I can be selfish.’

////

As you head into the village, you feel something creep around your arm. 

Neither of you acknowledge it.

+++

Your arm is still intertwined with Itachi’s as you both find purchase in a decently sized everything market. Waving to the cat perched in the front, you read the aisle numbers with its affiliated products: ‘Household items- 1, Toys- 2, Jewelry- 4,...Fruits & Dairy- 5’. After detecting where you wanted to begin, you guys head to your destination, avocados. 

Itachi lightly tugs your arm, signaling your attention.

“It’ll be quicker if we split. The potatoes are within eye range; I’ll only be a minute.” Your face scrunches in; reluctantly, you let go with a poorly concealed pout.

“... don’t trust me? I promise I’ll return to you shortly.” With that, Itachi saunters, leaving a lingering graze against your skin. 

You pause, leaving the way your heart palpitates unavowed. ‘A kiss would have sufficed,’ you snicker and return to your dilemma with hunched shoulders.

You’re on your fifth avocado before you give a groan of defeat. “I can’t tell which ones are good or not; they all look the same,” you mumble, distracted enough to miss the figure peering closer.

“May I see?”

His gentle whisper tickles your ear, you force the quiver down your spine to still- even when you feel his careless lips making one too many brushes to your ear, you wordlessly nod yes.

His broad chest and feather touch of his hair against your cheek overwhelm your senses as he reaches his arm around your waist to probe at the fruit you have in hand.

You pray he can’t feel the way your heart beats.

“Hmm...this one is ripe. You can tell by the dark color and firmness...good eye.” Within a blink, the weight of Itachi’s presence vanished, and he pulled away.

Ah. That.

“R-right, thank you,” you fumbled over your wording and rushed to the edge of the aisle. “Okay, let’s split from here to make things easier; I do the first half of the list, you do the last. Capeesh?” Fingers bend into a okay sign; you give a shaky grin and rush down to the next aisles, leaving Itachi to fend for himself.

“...” Itachi blinks, idly standing before he lets out a defeated puff of air.

 ‘...It appears I’ve made a mistake.’ With furrowed brows, he peers down at the list with a harsh, focused stare.

Your mind hasn’t left Itachi as your heart physically pains in guilt; it’s his first time out in weeks, and you flat leave him. Putting your final item in your shopping basket, you haul it down Itachi’s direction, only to find him in the exact same position as before.

Tilting your head, you ask befuddled, “Itachi, what are you doing?...” Oh. 

You steer closer, and the pitiful sight in front of you makes your shoulders pull straight; Itachi’s eyes strain, glaring down at the paper an inch away from his face at a poor attempt at reading the words.

He can’t see.

‘How long has he been-’ you quickly shuffle in your bag and call for Itachi’s attention. “You should’ve said something! I had brought your glasses with me, but I completely forgot about it-” Itachi takes it with a grateful upturn of his lips.

“Thank you..” He mutters, drawing his attention back to the list. “We are still missing the tomatoes and bread; I passed them earlier on our way in. Follow me.” Itachi gingerly takes your wrist in hand and leads you down the correct aisle.

Soon after you paid, you’ve collectively decided to grab a bite to eat. “Itachi, you smell that?” You sigh out an exhale; an alluringly sweet smell wafts itself above all the open markets along the sides from a small corner amongst the buildings. A mini cafe.

You brush against the roughness of Itachi’s calloused fingers, only grabbing his pinkie to lead him down.

You’ll pretend like you didn’t see the way he flushed. 

+++

Slouching in the seat across Itachi, you flex out the ache in your fingers from the weight of the bags as you wait for your shared order of dangos.

“I’ll assist you with the baggage on our way out.”

Looking up in disbelief, you scoff,  “Hell no- you’re still in recovery.”

“Don’t overwork yourself for my sake....”

Hypocrite.

You open your mouth to respond, only to suppress yourself at the sight of the waiter approaching.

The waiter smiles while serving your drink and food, then turns over and carelessly drops Itachi’s tea, droplets splashing onto Itachi’s lap.

With a twitching smile, the waiter laughs, “Oh, how clumsy of me, you should get yourself clean. You mutt; should be easy for a traitor, always covering his dirt.” Your mouth is agape, eyes shifting from Itachi to the waiter.

Itachi remains unfazed, his gaze fixed on the waiter with an air of nonchalance. It’s almost patronizing. The waiter scowls, turning away from the stare-down, muttering his pitiful complaints about Itachi’s mere presence.

��Geez, what was their problem?” You scoff side eyeing the waiter. Itachi sits silently, sipping his tea, looking down at his plate with a vacant stare. “...Itachi, you okay? I’ll go backhand a bitch for you, they had no right to treat you like that.” 

Itachi’s eyes shift to you at your aggressive demeanor. “Don’t. I’ve made peace with my past; their hate will only torment themself.” 

A lie. For a brisk moment, you noted how his mug trembled under the tension of his grip. You make a tsk noise, propping your head onto your hand, reluctantly letting the situation go.

Glancing up, Itachi discerns how your lips are still pulled into a snarl, glowering in the general direction of the offender. 

‘Hm, that won’t do.’

Rolling back the ache in his shoulders, he figures he could relieve your tension. If it’d make you smile,

“…besides…”

He’d be a fool. 

You turn back over with an inquiring hum.

“...they just aren’t sigma enough to control themself.” He returns to sipping his tea.

“…”

“....”

“Pfft- WHAT” You break the silence, convulsing with laughter. “I-Itachi, don’t ever say that in your life again- I’m not a good influence on you.” Still unable to break the giggles, you look at Itachi’s soft stare and slowly compose yourself under his unwavering gaze.

You cough in your hand and shift your eyes away.

“Let’s eat.”

You fall into a rhyme of chewing and idle conversation. 

“See, now you’re lying! I never laughed when you put your glasses on-” The table shifts from the weight of your knee. You firmly dangle Itachi’s wrist away from his glasses as he attempted to remove them a few seconds ago.

“...you couldn’t even catch your breath.”

“I was just surprised! I’ve never seen your eyes so…beady.” You tremble, holding back a cackle. His prescription, unfortunately, made his lens the size of a brick, but thankfully, Tsunade aided in making it more suitable.

“So now my eyes are beady,” His voice barely whispers, he looks off to the side. A look of dismay washed over your face; you cusp his face between your hands, pulling his gaze back up to you.

“Hey- don’t get all mopey; you know I think you’re cute with the glasses on.” You softly look to reassure him, guilty over your tease...until you notice the subtle twitch in his lips, a poor attempt at maintaining his stoic facade.

He was joking. 

Itachi shifts his weight into your palms, eyes closed in total serenity. “Do I?...”

‘Absolutely full of himself.’ You express your annoyance with an eye roll and flop back into your seat, leaving Itachi’s head to hang.

‘...did I displease her again.’ Itachi looks down at the final dango stick and holds it to you.

“Here, a truce for forgiveness.”

“But, that’s your favorite…and we bought that with your budget-” you sheepishly add.

“Please, I insist, I...don’t think I can finish this.” Itachi gives a light smile as he hovers the stick to your lips.

The blood rising to your face makes you dazed as you brush aside bits of your hair and savor the first dango ball on your tongue with a hum.

You swear it tastes sweeter from him.

“Thank you, Itachi; consider yourself forgiven.” You say before opening your mouth for the next one.

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“All done,” you brush your hands off proudly after putting away all the supplies and produce. When cleaning up the bags, you notice a mini bag that looks different from the rest. 

‘Could this be Itachi’s?...’ You gently spread open the bag, eyes widening in astonishment; a beautiful crystal necklace sweetly lying in a small box with a small note tagged onto the front.

It reads,

‘I hope it’s to your liking, I noticed you wear this color frequently. Let this be a mark of our friendship ~ Itachi.’

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Note: Heyyy haven't wrote anything since like 2021 but I might be back probably, probably not- This is pretty self-indulgent but hope yall still enjoyed ^^

Do I think Itachi would say "sigma" if it meant you'd laugh for him after feeling like he depressed the mood? YES. Live with my canon.

Do I think Itachi actually likes physical touch but is just touch starved? YES. I'm projecting.

Any sort of love is appreciated don't be shy to say hi and good luck to everyone during finals week!

*Also-If you have any tips on writing + writing Itachi please let me know!

[iambilliejeanok]

I feel like itachi feeds his s/o so good

And his cooking is like delicious

Okay I’m making this a request thanks🫶🏾

Warnings:18+, fluff, mentions of sex.

Coming home from work to indulge in your mans cooking.

He looks forward to it, smiling to himself in the comfort of the kitchen of your shared home after a short conversation over the phone with you.

You’re getting ready to knock off of work and he’s already rolling up his sleeves, opening the last drawer to pull out his favourite apron. It’s black with the words “butter my buns” written in bold red letters, small flames on each end of the phrase. You got it for him on his last birthday, and he thought it was funny and loved the denim material of it. It was perfect to his tastes and used it every opportunity he had. The two of you might of gotten down a few times with him still wearing it, with you butt naked of course, against the shelves in the pantry, the memories of your frequent mischievous adventures in the little room warming up his cheeks as he walks out of the pantry with a box of spaghetti, a can of peeled tomatoes, some seasonings and a few other things. He tries to move fast, carefully carrying all the ingredients in his arms, placing them down on the counter. Your commute back home would normally take you around 25 minutes if you didn’t stop to grab anything on the way way home and in those 25 minutes, he needed his meal to be hot and ready for you to eat.

He focused diligently on the task at hand, allowing his thoughts to drift to you every now and then. He looked forward to you coming home every evening, and for some reason, found himself feeling rather excited for you to fill yourself with whatever meal he prepared for you. He genuinely loves cooking. He always had, ever since he was just a child, still cooking the best meals for his younger brother, which you knew nothing of, nevertheless, you still felt somewhat lucky to have delicious meals prepared for you everyday by none other than Uchiha Itachi.

He loves that you have such an adventurous palette and that you scarf down everything he serves you, indulging in his cooking with moans and groans over every mouthful. You flatter him this way without fail, Itachi catching himself smiling again while he went to work on the sauce, adding every ingredient to thoughts of you, playing over and over again in his head, scenarios of how you’d walk into the house and he’d be ready to embrace you, and help you place whatever you walked in with away before the two of you attacked each other with hugs and kisses that he wished would last forever…but he was content with every moment anyhow, dumping the drained spaghetti into the sauce while eyeing the time. You’d be in here any minute now, Itachi growing warmer by the minute, feeling slightly anxious that you’d walk in before he could plate up the food, he takes this kind of stuff very seriously you know.

Wiping away the sweat that lightly drenched his forehead with the back of his hand, he heard the door open. He didn’t waste another second, speed walking to the foyer to welcome you. “Hey” His voice was so deep and smooth, the red words on his apron grabbing your attention, the memories making you blush for a second, which he noticed, standing there with his bare feet in some cozy, fluffy slippers, black jeans, a black shirt and his hair tied up into a bun at the top of his head, a few strands hanging down his face and a gentle smile plastered on his face as he neared you in a few slow steps. “Hey”, you squeaked. He looked incredibly sexy right now, something you found yourself battling to overlook since the first time you came home to him. And suddenly, you felt that familiar arousal slowly building up in your tummy and between your legs. You felt hungry too, your tummy grumbling as soon as you got a whiff of that wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry, dinners already served” He spoke as he cupped both of your cheeks in the palms of his hands, tilting you face towards his as he leaned down to kiss you, the soft feel of your lips melting in between his somewhat sating the hunger he’d manage to keep well suppressed until this very moment, immediately breaking the kiss when he heard you moan ever so softly. He wanted to restrain himself for just a little longer. He still needed you to eat. “Come lets go”, he said, leaving you breathless as he dragged you by the hand into the kitchen, pulling out the chair underneath the counter, lifting you up to help you sit, making you giggle like a child.

You were so cute, he was happy he had something prepared to fill your grumbling tummy, placing a mat down in front of you before putting you plate on top of it. “Eat up babe, don’t wait for it to get cold” . He opened the fridge to retrieve a tall jug of lemon water, and you snuck a look at his ass, Itachi catching you as he turned around. You quickly looked down at your plate, feeling slightly embarrassed as you reached for your fork. “Come sit with me pleasssee”, you asked. “One second” Itachi said, finally sitting down on the chair beside you, placing two glasses down and planting a kiss on your head. “How did you know I wanted spaghetti tonight?”, you asked, twirling some on your spoon, ready for a mouthful of warmth and delight. He dug into his food next to you, the excitement for you to try his food never dying down, even in this moment. “Maybe I read your mind”, he teased, but you blushed, wondering if he read all the other stuff you hand in mind for the evening, his big dark eyes making you feel hot. You quickly stared down at your food, stuffing you face with the first bite, a soft moan slipping from your throat, the taste of the delicious ingredients gracing your mouth, unable to resist shoving more into your mouth. “And of course I’ll eat you out right here as soon as I clean up the table”, he casually mentioned and you nearly chocked on your food.