#itachi x male reader smut

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 4: Creampie

Pairings: Itachi Uchiha x male reader

This guy

Warnings: smashing, kissing, hickeys, anal fingering actual sex this time, bottom reader, doggystyle, creampie DUH

Word count: 1272

You were walking the streets in Konoha when you caught the attention of the man, the myth, the better Uchiha brother, Itachi Uchiha himself. Though you two have never met you felt a strong attraction to each other, probably because you're both hot af but that's just a guess. (I don't give a shit about what you think about yourself, you're beautiful so just fucking deal with it because it's true.)

Though he had important Akatsuki shit to do but how is he supposed to focus on that when your hot ass is right there. So, he had a different idea.

He walked right up next to you, and you just thought it was pure coincidence that did until...

"Hi there." He randomly said, you were now a tad weirded out. Not only did this really hot guy just randomly walk up to you but he's also talking to you, the fuck.

"Hi?" You said in a questioning voice. You were still very confused on why he was trying to start a conversation.

"I just saw you walking around and had to talk to you." He expressed; no nervousness detected in his voice.

"Why?" You questioned in a sassy tone.

"Because you're hot." He answered, the only form of emotion is the light smile he has on. So that's why he did all of this, because he thought you're hot. Your face is filled with shock by the sudden confession that he said so casually. "So would you like to go to my place?"

"Why the fuck would I want to go to your place now?" You questioned back, completely dumbfounded by his obscene question. He answers this by getting right up to your ear and whispering,

"Because I want to see what this..." He answered seductively, hand resting on your ass "looks like with my cum spilling out." Though you are shocked you follow him anyway on where he is staying.

On your walk you two don't say much to each other until arriving at the hotel he is staying at for the time being. He puts his arm out, probably for you to wrap yours around, which is exactly what you do.

"Such a gentleman," you said with a big grin.

"I aim to please." He responded, a seductive undertone littered through his sentence. He led you to his room and when he closed the door, he immediately picked you right up and brought you to his bedroom. He lays you down on the bed and follows suit as he gets up on top of you.

He begins to slowly kiss you; you immediately kiss him back. Your mouths collide together in a sweet embrace when he brings his tongue to your lips asking for entrance which you automatically accept.

Your tongues begin to collide, fighting for dominance definitively in the lead. He takes over and controls the kiss, his hands going to grab your hips while yours lay around his neck. His mouth breaks away from the kiss which leads to you having a surprised and disappointed expression until he begins to kiss your neck.

He litters little kisses all throughout your face until going back to your neck, littering it with love bites and licking over said bites. His knee starts to rub your crotch, causing you to moan.

He takes off both of your shirts and proceeds to lick your perked up left nipple. He rubs the other one with his finger, causing you to moan even more. He stops though, wanting to get to the main part.

He takes off your pants first but follows closely after with his, eager to get the show on the road. He sticks his fingers into your hole and gives it a few pups until it's ready.

Finally, the best for last. Your mouth drops when you see his long dick. Like what has already been established, it's long, not super girthy but enough to where it'll do the job. He also has a trimmed yet noticeable bush.

Just seeing is enough to make you drool but your horny body doesn't have time to admire so you spread your thighs open for him. He notices this clear sign to go ahead so that is exactly what he does.

Itachi sticks his long cock into you, it takes a while due to the little foreplay and because you are awfully tight, but the main hold up is his extreme length. It's already felt like ages and it's only halfway in. He kisses you, allowing you to relax enough for it to go deep enough.

He takes a little break, not wanting to hurt you too much.

"Ready?" He questioned; you shake your head which is enough for him to continue. He starts off with a slow pace, not wanting to hurt you too much.

After enough little slow thrusts to get you used to his dick, his pace begins to increase. Finally, the pleasurable part of sex hits you and little yelps of pain develop into moans of ecstasy.

"Jesus fucking Christ you're so tight!" he moaned while thrusting into you at a quick and steady tempo, his hair beginning to stick to his forehead from the sweat. You look up and are delighted by the sight. His muscled-up body is sweaty and moving due to the, you know, fucking that's going on.

He puts your knees onto his shoulders, opening you up much more, his dick now hitting into somehow even deeper. Your moans crescendo even louder than they were before. You can feel your climax almost hitting.

"~Fuck~ I'm gonna fill this asshole with my cum." He moaned out. "Would you like that baby; your asshole being stuffed full of my cum."

"Yes, dear god please stuff me up!" You screamed out. He gives you a passionate kiss which is enough to throw you over the edge, cumming hard. He follows closely, stuffing you with his cum, just like you both wanted.

It's pretty silent after that, you both just stare into each other's eyes, you almost feel disappointed that it's over so quickly until he pulls you up to your hands and knees so you're in a doggystyle position. Thank god.

He immediately plunges right into you, the difficulty the first time being near gone. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he thrust into you ruthlessly. Your tongue falls out of your mouth, the overwhelming feeling of his brutal thrusts is just too much.

Moans are pretty much the only thing that can come out of your mouth, your mind to cum filled to think of anything other than Itachi. His chest meets your back as he bends down and steals a kiss from you.

The kiss is in total contrast to his harsh thrusts, being tender, loving and passionate as his tongue dances with your own.

"You're gonna be completely filled tonight, I want the only thing you think about to be my cum." He gives you a spank and that is enough to send you over the edge again, cumming harder than you have ever in your life.

He follows closely, stuffing you full. He pulls his dick out of you and a good amount of his seed drops out of your asshole. He cleans everything up, you are being in no way able to.

When he's done, he crawls into bed with you, arms wrapped around your stomach, your face nestled in his broad chest.

"We definitely have to do that again." You said before finally going to sleep. He has a kind smile on his face before following into slumber.

THE END

[sleep-0-deprived]

I shouldn’t cry, but I love it

Men that are protective over you and are very touchy when you cling to them. Men that comfort and hold you when your sad and put their arms around your waist from behind

Men that treat you to dates and let you rest your head on their chest. Men that like it when you are clingy and give you everything you’ve never had.

Men that will handcuff you to the bed and dress you up in the finest lace. Men that are very carful when prepping you and treat you like a precious doll.

Men that call you “sweetheart, baby boy, doll” in your ear while they fuck you roughly. Men that love the smell and taste of your body and drives them crazy.

Men that spoil you and will fuck you anywhere. Men that will worship and praise your body like you are a god but will fuck you until you can’t walk.

— Toji, Geto, choso, Nanami, Fyodor, Crocodile, Mihawk, Daisuke, Gyomei, Kakashi, Gojo, Jean, Sebastian, Itachi

[cloudyzeusy]

Itachi really thought he could confront me about bullying his little brother.

Now here he is spread open for me as i fuck his pretty pink pussy. His toes curled squealing as my dick hit his fuck button. Not even hiding his face as i recorded him below me.

Now i've got both brothers as my bitch.

[reallyromealone]

DAY 🎃NINE🎃 DIRTY TALK -ITACHI

Warning dirty talk, rough sex, blow jobs, male reader bottom reader

"(Name), behave" itachi said as (name) annoyed him slightly "and if I don't?"

"I'll tie your legs behind your ears and fuck you till you cry" he said simply and (name)s eyes focused on him and Itachi glanced over "oh? Does that interest you? Getting tied up like the slut you are?" (Name) whined at the thought "should I give my needy boy what he wants?"

"Please..."

"Then show me you deserve it"

(Name) was crouched before Itachi, gutteral slurping noises as Itachi gently fucked his throat "god no matter what hole your tight, my tight little cock sleeve" he grunted as he pressed (name)s face further down, his nose against Itachi's pelvis as he focused his attention on trying the breathe as the musk of the other made him dizzy.

He wanted to touch himself so badly but wanted to be a good boy.

"I'm gonna cum down that pretty little throat, drink it like the cum dumpster you are"

(Name)s eyes widened as Itachi began thrusting harder down his throat and held onto the others thighs as his teary eyes looked up at the other "take it!" White hot cum flooded his throat as he swallowed it, spacy and light headed as Itachi opened his mouth "good boy... don't worry I'll take care of you now since your such a good boy"

(Name) felt himself pressed against the bed with his ass up, whining as Itachi ate him out and stretched him, large fingers hitting all the spots that made him dumber as his hips tried humping into them "no matter how much you take me, you're still so tight..." he said to himself as he watched the others ass stretch and suck in his fingers.

"You're ready baby" he whispered pulling away and lubing his cock, heavy and hard as he flipped (name) gently, knowing (name) liked to be close and pull Itachi's hair when they fucked.

"Oh--" (name) said softly as the blunt head of Itachi's cock breached him and stretched every inch of the poor man's ass.

"Getting fucked by an akatsuki... god you're so easy" he whispered as he bottomed out "but only I get to fuck you, you're mine..!" He pulled out and slammed back in.

Itachi was relentless, the ninja absolutely destroying the other as the bed shook (name) climaxing on the sheets as the black haired man continued his hips, balls slapping and (name) pulled him into a kiss, moaning and panting in it as their teeth clashed together "be a good boy and take what I give!" He grunted as he gave a few more hard thrusts and climaxed.

(Name) passed out from the intensity of it all and Itachi cleaned him up before kissing him gently and crawling out the window in the dead of night.

[aleatory-eyes]

Tw:kidnapping, noncon somnophilia.

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Drabble

Itachi is unable to shut down his feelings this time.

Yandere itachi x femreader

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL! PURE FICTION!

Itachi knows he won't last long if he continues to overuse his eyes like he had being doing lately. However he can't let you go.

The ninja knows he is being selfish by kidnapping keeping you close. Trying to win you over with small gestures, and treating you full of kindness.

He won't force himself on you ... at least not all the way. He probably is into somnophilia though. Liking seeing you peacefully sleep, sometimes has a calming effect in him. but more often than not, lust is the end result.

Being extra suave he caress your sides, loving every curve. The tired man loosen your kimono, just enough to gain some access to your chest. Starting at your neck he leaves a trail of kisses getting messier as he reaches your breasts, stopping to have a good look at them.

'Maybe he should finish in your boobs this time'

He gently fondle them in his hands, as he attaches his lips at your left breast. Sucking it with passion. Attempting to get a moan out of you. Suddenly he remembers something, his face going for to the nape of your neck while his hand start pinching your nipple. Your body trembled as he stimulate your erogenous zones.

Itachi isn't worried about you waking up. He added a good dose of sleep medicine to the sweets he shared with you.

Maybe he isn't so kind after all.

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elysian rain

who itachi uchiha x black! male y/n. length 3.7k words. byr mature/smut!, black male! reader, he/they pronouns, gay relationship obvi, fluff and smut, rainy date, pottery ouu, body kisses, some y/n praise, implied love making, and third person.

leman's letter! this shit was fun to write, it's just mad oldddd. this's a re-post and i’m still proud of it *wipes tears*; male reader representation!!

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The weather was rudely unpredictable, choosing this lovely day to perform an obnoxious tantrum against Y/n and Itachi’s wide window panes. The sky was a clear shade of blue just this morning, the only feature to align with its welcoming color being the white smears of clouds and specs of flocking birds towards north. Though now those clouds were much less white than grey, and the once clear blue sky was nothing but a murky dark shade to reciprocate the dreary weather. So much for that cute picnic date the couple had planned. It was undoubtedly a dispiriting fact that they were forcibly stuck in this fuck ass apartment; disclosed from the damp air and muddy puddles encroaching the rest of the city.  

  “Mtch, Itachi?” Y/n called, rolling over on the couch with aggravation as he stretched. He faced his boyfriend, Itachi, from across the living room with a sigh of boredom. The dark haired man glanced up at him from where he was sitting, strings of hair escaping his respective ponytail and tickling the divine frame of his feminine features. In that peaceful spot by the window with his cozy rocking chair, a new novel he recently picked up laying idly on his covered lap.

  “What is it, Y/n?” Itachi’s voice was similar to a mumble, being so far away, but Y/n could hear the usual gentle tone of his deep voice. His eyes were as attentive as always, analyzing Y/n’s annoyed expression and dramatic position laid out on the couch. From the way his limbs flopped over the arm and back of the furniture, it was clear that the cancellation of today’s romantic plans was wearing him down. He couldn’t even fish out the energy to shift across the coffee table and grab the remote. Instead, he laid there with nothing to stimulate him but the clashing of rain against the glass and the low rumbling of the dryer in the distant laundry room.

  “What type of date is this, bro?” Y/n complained, dull disinterest teeming from his plain tone. It was painfully obvious that on such a dreary day there wasn’t much the couple could do, but damn was this nigga bored beyond recognition. He pondered on what happened to their neatly packed basket and folded polka dot blanket. The strawberries sprinkled in sugar and packed away in the fridge, and the expensive cheesecake he went to the trouble of buying. Was it all for nothing? No, they could reschedule for another day, without a doubt- but Y/n was still a bit vexed about the situation. “Man, at this point I’m boutta k-,”

  “Y/n.” With a glare slimly present, he spoke- but Itachi did more than simply call out his lover’s name. As a follow up, he sighed and stood from his seat, stretching his arms out and placing his book neatly on the coffee table. The glittery feeling of responsibility to lighten your bitter mood seemed to have a hold on his actions. “I told you to stop kidding like that." 

  The knitted blanket once draped over his lap was in a bundled heap at his feet, and he held a relaxed demeanor as he stepped over it’s mountain-like appearance.  Itachi then walked past the living room to the narrow hallway without another word, disappearing into the other side of the lavishly sized apartment. Though Y/n was too uninterested to get up and follow his boyfriends figure as he usually did, finding it unfavorable to act like a lost puppy on such an irritating day. All he wanted was to pamper Itachi for once, the man was always being the gentleman of the relationship. For once, Y/n wanted to be the one to hold open the door, or to make his plate for him. Of all days for a downpour to devour this glistening city of buildings and street lights, it just had to be today.

  A few minutes later, Itachi’s presence had returned to Y/n’s active acknowledgment. His thin, well built figure had re-entered the room with an armful of familiar looking supplies. If Y/n couldn’t see the small Pottery wheel under Itachi’s arm, they would’ve still known what his boyfriend was planning to entertain him with. Simply because the nostalgic smell of clay was now prominently befalling against the once cream vanilla scented living room.

  Rather than let Y/n ask any questions, Itachi proceeded to make his way back down the hall, returning a few more times with more pottery supplies. Y/n sat up on the couch, finding amusement in watching everything be prepared so neatly. The sheet beneath the table to prevent any messes, the needles and wooden modeling tools, they were all aligned in their respective places on the coffee table. 

  It wasn’t until everything was in order that Itachi finally decided to speak again, standing before Y/n with his thin hand stretched out to greet his lover. A hand that, of course, Y/n found no resistance in accepting; idiotic giggles escaping his tittering smile as he moved to the spot on the floor. "Today we can do pottery.” Itachi decided calmly, finding a comfortable seat beside you on the floor. “Then, tomorrow we can pick flowers to fill our vases. Alright?”

  To say Y/n was congested with a sense of contentment and benevolent affection was a bit more than an understatement, though he did his best to remain composed. Other than the gratified smile protruding across his brown lips, they appeared to be primarily unfazed by their boyfriends kind actions. “That sounds nice, Itachi.” He agreed softly through their upturned lips, placing a hand over Itachi’s on the floor and leaning upwards with an obvious intent. Y/n pressed a feebly gentle kiss to Itachi’s cheek to express his appreciation, resisting the urge to tackle the man and instead shower him in butterfly kisses. Oh what an urge that was, but they did well to hold their composure as he added a genuine, “Thank you.” before leaning back into his respective spot.

  Itachi closed his eyes in sweet acceptance, letting out a soft “Hm..” as he held no resistance against the gentle smile greeting his lonesome lips. In the back of his mind, he’d hoped his boyfriend would take this opportunity to douse every inch of his face with peppered kisses, as he usually would. He expected the orange sulfur and monarchs in the center of his slim stomach to expand and throw a fit, azalea and daffodil’s blossoming in his chest as they’d done when the men first met. In fact, he might’ve even been looking forward to it. But of course with little hesitation, he deemed this as being  a bit needy, pushing his subconscious desires elsewhere. Itachi instead directed his attention to the navy blue pottery wheel in front of him, deciding it was paramount to not keep his beloved waiting.

  Y/n watched in wait of some form of directions as Itachi took a grey piece of clay from the supplies, handing a palm sized chunk to Y/n and began forming his own into the necessary shape. Not knowing much about pottery himself, Y/n cleared his throat awkwardly and followed their boyfriends actions- taking it as a nonverbal instruction. Once both pieces of clay were in a gumdrop shape and the couple’s hands were besmeared with grey, Itachi plopped his on the wheel and began patting it down in order for it to stick to the center board. A necessary first step it seemed to be since he was sure to really hit  the poor clay before he began modeling it into what would soon be a pot.

  “Once I’m finished with mine, we can do yours.” He assured, taking notice of Y/n glancing at him and the wheel with clear uncertainty. Between his own lump of clay, Itachi’s, and the wheel, there was an ambivalent question mark stapled across his expression, and it didn’t take a genius to notice- although Itachi sure was one. Therefore, Itachi calmly reassured him with, “It won’t take long." 

  Though Y/n didn’t swallow this response as he intended him to. "No, no! You’re good, I just don’t want mine to dry before I start.” Y/n admitted genuinely. He figured if he didn’t make the block into something soon, it would dry and be harder to use- not to mention it would be wasteful. Regardless of his theories, he had no reason to fear. Itachi was experienced, this being his hobby and all, and knew well that it wouldn’t harden as long as some water was kept in contact. Therefore, he sped up the pottery wheel and dipped his hand in the nearby bucket of water before beginning the messy process of his masterpiece.

  “If you keep your hands wet as you hold it, it won’t dry.” Itachi informed, holding his focus on the spiraling grey piece as it pulled its length up similarly to the extensive frame of a building. Y/n couldn’t even form a response as his attention found more interest in watching the satisfying build up of the smooth material, coating Itachi’s slender fingers with every change of shape. It transformed from a sphere to a tower, then it was flattened midway and given a hole in its center. It resembled an odd cup, or a stubby volcano, but somehow Y/n still found it more impressive than he let his unfazed facial expression let on. 

  Itachi found tranquility in his pottery, it could be referred to as something like his desired, irenic haven. Which would have to be why he found himself paying no mind to the compliments Y/n couldn’t help but adorn him in. It wasn’t until he heard the sweet adjective “pretty” that he tuned in, hoping he hadn’t missed anything vitally blush inducing while he was drowning in those imaginative thoughts of ceramics and porcelain. 

  “I mean, you look pretty too, but I’m talkin’ about the clay right now.” Y/n corrected himself, leaning in closer to get a better look at the details enveloping itachi’s fingers. The thick, viscid pieces of clay sticking and smearing across his fingers as he dug the two pointers into the middle of the block; spreading the spinning walls apart to make a wide opening as you’d see in a pot. Then, with one of the nearby sponges he’d brought out, Itachi began smoothing down the inside of the unfinished creation as well as the outside, pressing a bit harder on the petal so the wheel would spin at a temporarily accelerated pace. It was truly a satisfying process that made Y/n consider taking more interest in his boyfriends artistic hobby- though it was messy. This would have to be an activity solely for when his nails were bare and ready to be temporarily filthy, because goodness was it clinging to Itachi’s under nail like a star fish on glass. 

  Not long after he smoothed the sides and evened out the length, Itachi slowed the wheel down to an immediate halt. “Is.. Oh, that’s it?” Y/n asked with fascination, quickly tugging himself away from the dedicated entrance he found himself in.

  Itachi told him that that indeed was it, it wasn’t too difficult a process; it simply takes practice to make a good piece. So with that, he quickly cleaned off the wheel with the sponge and peeked over at Y/n, awaiting some form of response. Maybe a “Ight, so it’s my turn now”, like he’d usually say, brimming with self confidence and natural optimism. Alas, there was nothing of the sort to greet Itachi’s sanguine expression, Y/n was as quiet as a mouse… It was apparent that his attention was held entirely too well during the process. So much that he didn’t hear the minor instructions Itachi had mumbled to him as he fixed the undeveloped pot. Hence the confusion on the man’s face as Itachi slid the pottery wheel towards him, expecting him to slap on his clay and get started. 

  “Itachi, you know I don’t know much about pottery…” Y/n began, pursing his lips and glancing between the wheel and their boyfriend’s deadpanned expression. Itachi didn’t even bother forming a response, he refused to repeat himself simply because Y/n wasn’t as attentive as he should’ve been. When the awkward silence became entirely too much to bare, Y/n simply said “fuck it” and slapped the clay on the center of the wheel. “Now don’t be mad if mine looks better than yours, shit just comes naturally." 

  Such confidence was almost comedic, the man clearly didn’t have a thorough understanding of what he was doing. Slightly pushing on the petal before lifting back off when the quick acceleration caught him off guard. Had they forgotten how they attentively observed Itachi follow each step within the past six minutes? Surely that must’ve been the case, because by now Itachi was sighing as a way to cope with the horridly taunting chuckle threatening to befall his pretty lips.

  Without a word to announce his next course of action, Itachi adjusted from his respective seat at Y/n’s left; instead, moving to the back of the man’s struggling figure. "Come on, Y/n. Were you not watching?” Itachi inquired calmly and knowingly against Y/n’s neck, leaning his chest against his back and innocently pressing his covered crotch to his boyfriends ass. Of course, this was genuine innocence, he was only placing his knees on either side of his boyfriend’s calves in order to help him make this pot. He was in no way trying to provoke anything sexual. If anything, he was promoting a moment of intimate romance in replacement of today’s scheduled picnic, the weather being so intrusive and all. Though regardless of his motives, the position was clearly a bit… less than decent, or at least less than “innocent”. And Y/n wasn’t a dense dumbass, he knew quite well what this looked like- or rather what this felt like.

  He managed to clear his throat and re-dip his hands in the bucket of water along with Itachi, swearing that he was paying attention. He was just a bit forgetful that was all. The exact details seemed to slip his mind, replacing his vital memories with the pale details of Itachi’s clay covered finger tips and palms. Though he’d be too awkward and embarrassed to openly confess this to Itachi, the reason as to why he knew not a thing about how to start this shit. Therefore, he decided to simply move on and let Itachi show him the ropes. 

  It was a gentle, warm feeling- almost ticklish, and surely sensually memorable, as Itachi maneuvered his arms to comfortably guide Y/n’s fingers around the thick clay. Both hands drenched in water, the droplets landing on the surface below as it began to accelerate and rotate in place. The low whirl it vibrating through the air wasn’t as relevant or noticeable as a fly when Y/n had this fluttering feeling contorting through his abdomen. Delicate panzica and rare begonia building up in the pit of his stomach before blossoming politely in his amiable chest. Itachi’s fingers were soft and slender as they linked with Y/n’s, and both of them- or more Y/n than Itachi- were doing their utmost best to remain composed regardless of the warmly heart rate surging contact. The constant shifting in place, Y/n squeezing his thighs together with an awkward sense of sexual anticipation and intimacy draping itself naturally around his fuzzed head space.

  “Am I- Uh, we doin’ it right?” Y/n inquired, mentally cussing at himself for stumbling so doltishly over his simple question. He was just too focused on the gliding of Itachi’s fingers between his, so much that he struggled to piece together audibly literate words. The delicate interlacing of their skin with the wet clay, only interrupting the messy labyrinth to dip their hands in more room temp water. It was impossibly euphoric and held no effort in encasing Y/n’s rib cage with silky cirrus and suffocating cumulus. 

Itachi was extremely talented, it was obvious that he knew what he was doing, especially when it came to art. Nevertheless, he responded to his boyfriends query, simply because it was considered rude not to. Not to mention that he too was beginning to sense the desperate shared heat for sexual pleasure, but was striving with every morally correct thought to deny such impulses. Today was meant to be purely peaceful and virtuously winsome; containing nothing as inappropriate as what his intricate subconscious was concocting.

  “Yes, you’re doing just fine, Y/n. Shape it with my hands, like this.” Itachi replied in what felt like a butterfly’s hushed tone. His lips unintentionally tickled Y/n’s shoulder as he spoke, the bare brown skin slipping desperately from the white tee all on its own. Tempting and taunting Itachi like a pretty Rosary Pea, one he knew he shouldn’t touch for it was doused in sweet beguiling poison. The bottom line of reality is that no man is perfect, and this naturally charming person sitting before Itachi was indeed, if nothing else, his. Who was he to deny himself such gestures  for someone he desperately adored and, in fact, was his? Thus, when he suddenly lost interest in maintaining pressure on the acceleration pedal, and when he finally grew bored of this growing tension between the two warm bodies, no one could blame him for how his hands ventured bluntly up Y/n’s shirt. The smears of cold clay on the other male’s torso and chest surprising them, a soft gasp escaping their lips brimming with staggering pleasure and satisfaction.

  Itachi discarded all of his care and consideration for his boyfriend’s clean tee shirt. He found no time to go wash his hands first, surely Y/n would understand that he held more value than a simple tee shirt. That he, unlike the cotton material, held needs and wants and elysian desires. Especially since this was out of complete adoration and affection for his beloved boyfriend, the one he loved with every piece of him. 

  Without a word, Itachi gently placed his lips onto Y/n’s naturally warm shoulder, fluttering sensitive kisses across the soft brown skin before him. His eyelashes tickling just at their blade, sending teasing butterflies through their chest and stomach, the parts of him that had already blossomed with fondness for Itachi’s sudden change in action.

  “Itachi?.. You alright?” He asked, in a silky tone of honey dewed benevolence. He was informed that Itachi was more than alright from the way he exhaled through his nose in response, light breaths warming Y/n’s goosebump traced skin. Though still, he expected a response even as Itachi found it imperative to gently dig his finger tips into the skin of Y/n’s abdomen; gliding the slender digits across the skin with a scintilla of tranquility gifted by clouds. His kisses only became more sensual and- dare one be honest- messy as Y/n moved their neck to the side in amusement. Both sets of eye lids flutter in acceptance to these emotions, impure and all, as the poisonous flowers of Rosary Pea and Oleander dominate their united and scandalously intimate actions. 

  “I don’t mean to act so intrusively..” Itachi noted in an apologetic voice, though he still failed to reduce the actions of his clay drenched fingers across Y/n’s skin. The impulsive suggestions his head- or maybe his crotch, were tempting him to continue couldn’t be explained well with words. Which gives reason to why he didn’t bother, he simply did; and Y/n found no urge to stop befalling his current state. His only responses were the gasps of breath he fell into, and agape lips he licked between those inhales and exhales. 

  Two warm bodies, delicate fingers tracing Y/n’s skin with care, Itachi’s lips suctioning lightly despite being heavily drenched with addictive inhales and delicate saliva. Before Y/n knew it, he was spewing noises he didn’t know could escape his chest so facilely. Noises that even Itachi, as attentive and intuitive as he was, didn’t expect to greet him so tactlessly. Mere milliseconds later, those same muffled sounds were persuading Y/n’s hands to find Itachi’s, reenacting the intertwining of their messy fingers as they’d recently connected between the forgotten lump of clay. Without shame or caution, he guides Itachi’s palm further past his torso. Pressing it towards the growing distraction in his pajama pants, which clung to his milk chocolate brown hips with little to no responsibility; exposing his v line more with every pitiful air hump he commits.

  Y/n mumbles in an affable, sultry tone beyond the suppressed moans and exhales of his built up arousal. “Whatever’s gotten into you today..” Before moving his unoccupied hand to Itachi’s sweatpant covered thigh, holding a firm grip on it as he hears his lover’s lips unclasp from his abused and drenched shoulder. Neither of them release his hands, nor their positions, as Y/n skews his line of vision to Itachi’s expression; light spurs of rose petal pink prickling and glistening across the man’s light cheeks and the tip of his nose. Y/n dares to speak while analyzing, in awe, such a gloriously handsome- no, divine front, and his lips curl into what one would call a grin as he leans in impossibly closer. “Don’t stop.”

  And at that moment, as the never ending downpour imprisoning the glistening city in murky puddles finally came to a close, Y/n and Itachi found themselves in an artistically divine portrait of doves and pearly whites. Clinging to one another desperately as they passionately shared their pure adoration and seraphic, intimate reverence for one another. Smears of clay and forgotten boredom confining the two men to sloppy kisses and unfeigned compliments. A sweet “Handsome” and an irrepressible “I love you” lugging the acts of intimacy to a solar level of buoyant roses and vanilla extract. Even Aphrodite herself found it imperative to simper and fan herself, for these two were so terribly enveloped in one another’s features of perfection, it was adorably laughable. It seems one could presume that sometimes the convivial things in life aren’t derived from the long-winded, tedious plans we construct. Maybe it’s stupidly less arduous to find pleasure in creating a pot- preferably with Itachi Uchiha on a rainy Saturday afternoon.

★ garnetea productions. all rights reserved, do not plagiarize.

[ac1dl4v3]

elysian rain.

who . . itachi uchiha x male y/n

length . . 3.7k words!

byr . . mature/smut!, black male! reader, he/they pronouns, gay relationship obvi, fluff and smut, rainy date, pottery ouu, body kisses, some y/n praise, implied love making, third person, this shit was fun to write-i'm so proud of it *wipes tears*, male reader representation yess!

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𝒯he weather was rudely unpredictable, choosing this lovely day to perform an obnoxious tantrum against Y/n and Itachi's wide window panes. The sky was a clear shade of blue just this morning, the only feature to align with its welcoming color being the white smears of clouds and specs of flocking birds towards north. Though now those clouds were much less white than grey, and the once clear blue sky was nothing but a murky dark shade to reciprocate the dreary weather. So much for that cute picnic date the couple had planned. It was undoubtedly a dispiriting fact that they were forcibly stuck in this fuck ass apartment; disclosed from the damp air and muddy puddles encroaching the rest of the city.  

  "Mtch, Itachi?" Y/n called, rolling over on the couch with aggravation as he stretched. He faced his boyfriend, Itachi, from across the living room with a sigh of boredom. The dark haired man glanced up at him from where he was sitting, strings of hair escaping his respective ponytail and tickling the divine frame of his feminine features. In that peaceful spot by the window with his cozy rocking chair, a new novel he recently picked up laying idly on his covered lap

  "What is it, Y/n?" Itachi's voice was similar to a mumble, being so far away, but Y/n could hear the usual gentle tone of his deep voice. His eyes were as attentive as always, analyzing Y/n's annoyed expression and dramatic position laid out on the couch. From the way his limbs flopped over the arm and back of the furniture, it was clear that the cancellation of today's romantic plans was wearing him down. He couldn't even fish out the energy to shift across the coffee table and grab the remote. Instead, he laid there with nothing to stimulate him but the clashing of rain against the glass and the low rumbling of the dryer in the distant laundry room.

  "What type of date is this, bro?" Y/n complained, dull disinterest teeming from his plain tone. It was painfully obvious that on such a dreary day there wasn't much the couple could do, but damn was this nigga bored beyond recognition. He pondered on what happened to their neatly packed basket and folded polka dot blanket. The strawberries sprinkled in sugar and packed away in the fridge, and the expensive cheesecake he went to the trouble of buying. Was it all for nothing? No, they could reschedule for another day, without a doubt- but Y/n was still a bit vexed about the situation. "Man, at this point I'm boutta k-,"

  "Y/n." With a glare slimly present, he spoke- but Itachi did more than simply call out his lover's name. As a follow up, he sighed and stood from his seat, stretching his arms out and placing his book neatly on the coffee table. The glittery feeling of responsibility to lighten your bitter mood seemed to have a hold on his actions. "I told you to stop kidding like that." 

  The knitted blanket once draped over his lap was in a bundled heap at his feet, and he held a relaxed demeanor as he stepped over it's mountain-like appearance.  Itachi then walked past the living room to the narrow hallway without another word, disappearing into the other side of the lavishly sized apartment. Though Y/n was too uninterested to get up and follow his boyfriends figure as he usually did, finding it unfavorable to act like a lost puppy on such an irritating day. All he wanted was to pamper Itachi for once, the man was always being the gentleman of the relationship. For once, Y/n wanted to be the one to hold open the door, or to make his plate for him. Of all days for a downpour to devour this glistening city of buildings and street lights, it just had to be today.

  A few minutes later, Itachi's presence had returned to Y/n's active acknowledgment. His thin, well built figure had re-entered the room with an armful of familiar looking supplies. If Y/n couldn't see the small Pottery wheel under Itachi's arm, they would've still known what his boyfriend was planning to entertain him with. Simply because the nostalgic smell of clay was now prominently befalling against the once cream vanilla scented living room.

  Rather than let Y/n ask any questions, Itachi proceeded to make his way back down the hall, returning a few more times with more pottery supplies. Y/n sat up on the couch, finding amusement in watching everything be prepared so neatly. The sheet beneath the table to prevent any messes, the needles and wooden modeling tools, they were all aligned in their respective places on the coffee table. 

  It wasn't until everything was in order that Itachi finally decided to speak again, standing before Y/n with his thin hand stretched out to greet his lover. A hand that, of course, Y/n found no resistance in accepting; idiotic giggles escaping his tittering smile as he moved to the spot on the floor. "Today we can do pottery." Itachi decided calmly, finding a comfortable seat beside you on the floor. "Then, tomorrow we can pick flowers to fill our vases. Alright?"

  To say Y/n was congested with a sense of contentment and benevolent affection was a bit more than an understatement, though he did his best to remain composed. Other than the gratified smile protruding across his brown lips, they appeared to be primarily unfazed by their boyfriends kind actions. "That sounds nice, Itachi." He agreed softly through their upturned lips, placing a hand over Itachi's on the floor and leaning upwards with an obvious intent. Y/n pressed a feebly gentle kiss to Itachi's cheek to express his appreciation, resisting the urge to tackle the man and instead shower him in butterfly kisses. Oh what an urge that was, but they did well to hold their composure as he added a genuine, "Thank you." before leaning back into his respective spot.

  Itachi closed his eyes in sweet acceptance, letting out a soft "Hm.." as he held no resistance against the gentle smile greeting his lonesome lips. In the back of his mind, he'd hoped his boyfriend would take this opportunity to douse every inch of his face with peppered kisses, as he usually would. He expected the orange sulfur and monarchs in the center of his slim stomach to expand and throw a fit, azalea and daffodil's blossoming in his chest as they'd done when the men first met. In fact, he might've even been looking forward to it. But of course with little hesitation, he deemed this as being  a bit needy, pushing his subconscious desires elsewhere. Itachi instead directed his attention to the navy blue pottery wheel in front of him, deciding it was paramount to not keep his beloved waiting.

  Y/n watched in wait of some form of directions as Itachi took a grey piece of clay from the supplies, handing a palm sized chunk to Y/n and began forming his own into the necessary shape. Not knowing much about pottery himself, Y/n cleared his throat awkwardly and followed their boyfriends actions- taking it as a nonverbal instruction. Once both pieces of clay were in a gumdrop shape and the couple's hands were besmeared with grey, Itachi plopped his on the wheel and began patting it down in order for it to stick to the center board. A necessary first step it seemed to be since he was sure to really hit  the poor clay before he began modeling it into what would soon be a pot.

  "Once I'm finished with mine, we can do yours." He assured, taking notice of Y/n glancing at him and the wheel with clear uncertainty. Between his own lump of clay, Itachi's, and the wheel, there was an ambivalent question mark stapled across his expression, and it didn't take a genius to notice- although Itachi sure was one. Therefore, Itachi calmly reassured him with, "It won't take long." 

  Though Y/n didn't swallow this response as he intended him to. "No, no! You're good, I just don't want mine to dry before I start." Y/n admitted genuinely. He figured if he didn't make the block into something soon, it would dry and be harder to use- not to mention it would be wasteful. Regardless of his theories, he had no reason to fear. Itachi was experienced, this being his hobby and all, and knew well that it wouldn't harden as long as some water was kept in contact. Therefore, he sped up the pottery wheel and dipped his hand in the nearby bucket of water before beginning the messy process of his masterpiece.

  "If you keep your hands wet as you hold it, it won't dry." Itachi informed, holding his focus on the spiraling grey piece as it pulled its length up similarly to the extensive frame of a building. Y/n couldn't even form a response as his attention found more interest in watching the satisfying build up of the smooth material, coating Itachi's slender fingers with every change of shape. It transformed from a sphere to a tower, then it was flattened midway and given a hole in its center. It resembled an odd cup, or a stubby volcano, but somehow Y/n still found it more impressive than he let his unfazed facial expression let on. 

  Itachi found tranquility in his pottery, it could be referred to as something like his desired, irenic haven. Which would have to be why he found himself paying no mind to the compliments Y/n couldn't help but adorn him in. It wasn't until he heard the sweet adjective "pretty" that he tuned in, hoping he hadn't missed anything vitally blush inducing while he was drowning in those imaginative thoughts of ceramics and porcelain. 

  "I mean, you look pretty too, but I'm talkin' about the clay right now." Y/n corrected himself, leaning in closer to get a better look at the details enveloping itachi's fingers. The thick, viscid pieces of clay sticking and smearing across his fingers as he dug the two pointers into the middle of the block; spreading the spinning walls apart to make a wide opening as you'd see in a pot. Then, with one of the nearby sponges he'd brought out, Itachi began smoothing down the inside of the unfinished creation as well as the outside, pressing a bit harder on the petal so the wheel would spin at a temporarily accelerated pace. It was truly a satisfying process that made Y/n consider taking more interest in his boyfriends artistic hobby- though it was messy. This would have to be an activity solely for when his nails were bare and ready to be temporarily filthy, because goodness was it clinging to Itachi's under nail like a star fish on glass. 

  Not long after he smoothed the sides and evened out the length, Itachi slowed the wheel down to an immediate halt. "Is.. Oh, that's it?" Y/n asked with fascination, quickly tugging himself away from the dedicated entrance he found himself in.

  Itachi told him that that indeed was it, it wasn't too difficult a process; it simply takes practice to make a good piece. So with that, he quickly cleaned off the wheel with the sponge and peeked over at Y/n, awaiting some form of response. Maybe a "Ight, so it's my turn now", like he'd usually say, brimming with self confidence and natural optimism. Alas, there was nothing of the sort to greet Itachi's sanguine expression, Y/n was as quiet as a mouse... It was apparent that his attention was held entirely too well during the process. So much that he didn't hear the minor instructions Itachi had mumbled to him as he fixed the undeveloped pot. Hence the confusion on the man's face as Itachi slid the pottery wheel towards him, expecting him to slap on his clay and get started. 

  "Itachi, you know I don't know much about pottery..." Y/n began, pursing his lips and glancing between the wheel and their boyfriend's deadpanned expression. Itachi didn't even bother forming a response, he refused to repeat himself simply because Y/n wasn't as attentive as he should've been. When the awkward silence became entirely too much to bare, Y/n simply said "fuck it" and slapped the clay on the center of the wheel. "Now don't be mad if mine looks better than yours, shit just comes naturally." 

  Such confidence was almost comedic, the man clearly didn't have a thorough understanding of what he was doing. Slightly pushing on the petal before lifting back off when the quick acceleration caught him off guard. Had they forgotten how they attentively observed Itachi follow each step within the past six minutes? Surely that must've been the case, because by now Itachi was sighing as a way to cope with the horridly taunting chuckle threatening to befall his pretty lips.

  Without a word to announce his next course of action, Itachi adjusted from his respective seat at Y/n's left; instead, moving to the back of the man's struggling figure. "Come on, Y/n. Were you not watching?" Itachi inquired calmly and knowingly against Y/n's neck, leaning his chest against his back and innocently pressing his covered crotch to his boyfriends ass. Of course, this was genuine innocence, he was only placing his knees on either side of his boyfriend's calves in order to help him make this pot. He was in no way trying to provoke anything sexual. If anything, he was promoting a moment of intimate romance in replacement of today's scheduled picnic, the weather being so intrusive and all. Though regardless of his motives, the position was clearly a bit... less than decent, or at least less than "innocent". And Y/n wasn't a dense dumbass, he knew quite well what this looked like- or rather what this felt like.

  He managed to clear his throat and re-dip his hands in the bucket of water along with Itachi, swearing that he was paying attention. He was just a bit forgetful that was all. The exact details seemed to slip his mind, replacing his vital memories with the pale details of Itachi's clay covered finger tips and palms. Though he'd be too awkward and embarrassed to openly confess this to Itachi, the reason as to why he knew not a thing about how to start this shit. Therefore, he decided to simply move on and let Itachi show him the ropes. 

  It was a gentle, warm feeling- almost ticklish, and surely sensually memorable, as Itachi maneuvered his arms to comfortably guide Y/n's fingers around the thick clay. Both hands drenched in water, the droplets landing on the surface below as it began to accelerate and rotate in place. The low whirl it vibrating through the air wasn't as relevant or noticeable as a fly when Y/n had this fluttering feeling contorting through his abdomen. Delicate panzica and rare begonia building up in the pit of his stomach before blossoming politely in his amiable chest. Itachi's fingers were soft and slender as they linked with Y/n's, and both of them- or more Y/n than Itachi- were doing their utmost best to remain composed regardless of the warmly heart rate surging contact. The constant shifting in place, Y/n squeezing his thighs together with an awkward sense of sexual anticipation and intimacy draping itself naturally around his fuzzed head space.

  "Am I- Uh, we doin' it right?" Y/n inquired, mentally cussing at himself for stumbling so doltishly over his simple question. He was just too focused on the gliding of Itachi's fingers between his, so much that he struggled to piece together audibly literate words. The delicate interlacing of their skin with the wet clay, only interrupting the messy labyrinth to dip their hands in more room temp water. It was impossibly euphoric and held no effort in encasing Y/n's rib cage with silky cirrus and suffocating cumulus. 

Itachi was extremely talented, it was obvious that he knew what he was doing, especially when it came to art. Nevertheless, he responded to his boyfriends query, simply because it was considered rude not to. Not to mention that he too was beginning to sense the desperate shared heat for sexual pleasure, but was striving with every morally correct thought to deny such impulses. Today was meant to be purely peaceful and virtuously winsome; containing nothing as inappropriate as what his intricate subconscious was concocting.

  "Yes, you're doing just fine, Y/n. Shape it with my hands, like this." Itachi replied in what felt like a butterfly's hushed tone. His lips unintentionally tickled Y/n's shoulder as he spoke, the bare brown skin slipping desperately from the white tee all on its own. Tempting and taunting Itachi like a pretty Rosary Pea, one he knew he shouldn't touch for it was doused in sweet beguiling poison. The bottom line of reality is that no man is perfect, and this naturally charming person sitting before Itachi was indeed, if nothing else, his. Who was he to deny himself such gestures  for someone he desperately adored and, in fact, was his? Thus, when he suddenly lost interest in maintaining pressure on the acceleration pedal, and when he finally grew bored of this growing tension between the two warm bodies, no one could blame him for how his hands ventured bluntly up Y/n's shirt. The smears of cold clay on the other male's torso and chest surprising them, a soft gasp escaping their lips brimming with staggering pleasure and satisfaction.

  Itachi discarded all of his care and consideration for his boyfriend's clean tee shirt. He found no time to go wash his hands first, surely Y/n would understand that he held more value than a simple tee shirt. That he, unlike the cotton material, held needs and wants and elysian desires. Especially since this was out of complete adoration and affection for his beloved boyfriend, the one he loved with every piece of him. 

  Without a word, Itachi gently placed his lips onto Y/n's naturally warm shoulder, fluttering sensitive kisses across the soft brown skin before him. His eyelashes tickling just at their blade, sending teasing butterflies through their chest and stomach, the parts of him that had already blossomed with fondness for Itachi's sudden change in action.

  "Itachi?.. You alright?" He asked, in a silky tone of honey dewed benevolence. He was informed that Itachi was more than alright from the way he exhaled through his nose in response, light breaths warming Y/n's goosebump traced skin. Though still, he expected a response even as Itachi found it imperative to gently dig his finger tips into the skin of Y/n's abdomen; gliding the slender digits across the skin with a scintilla of tranquility gifted by clouds. His kisses only became more sensual and- dare one be honest- messy as Y/n moved their neck to the side in amusement. Both sets of eye lids flutter in acceptance to these emotions, impure and all, as the poisonous flowers of Rosary Pea and Oleander dominate their united and scandalously intimate actions. 

  "I don't mean to act so intrusively.." Itachi noted in an apologetic voice, though he still failed to reduce the actions of his clay drenched fingers across Y/n's skin. The impulsive suggestions his head- or maybe his crotch, were tempting him to continue couldn't be explained well with words. Which gives reason to why he didn't bother, he simply did; and Y/n found no urge to stop befalling his current state. His only responses were the gasps of breath he fell into, and agape lips he licked between those inhales and exhales. 

  Two warm bodies, delicate fingers tracing Y/n's skin with care, Itachi's lips suctioning lightly despite being heavily drenched with addictive inhales and delicate saliva. Before Y/n knew it, he was spewing noises he didn't know could escape his chest so facilely. Noises that even Itachi, as attentive and intuitive as he was, didn't expect to greet him so tactlessly. Mere milliseconds later, those same muffled sounds were persuading Y/n's hands to find Itachi's, reenacting the intertwining of their messy fingers as they'd recently connected between the forgotten lump of clay. Without shame or caution, he guides Itachi's palm further past his torso. Pressing it towards the growing distraction in his pajama pants, which clung to his milk chocolate brown hips with little to no responsibility; exposing his v line more with every pitiful air hump he commits.

  Y/n mumbles in an affable, sultry tone beyond the suppressed moans and exhales of his built up arousal. "Whatever's gotten into you today.." Before moving his unoccupied hand to Itachi's sweatpant covered thigh, holding a firm grip on it as he hears his lover's lips unclasp from his abused and drenched shoulder. Neither of them release his hands, nor their positions, as Y/n skews his line of vision to Itachi's expression; light spurs of rose petal pink prickling and glistening across the man's light cheeks and the tip of his nose. Y/n dares to speak while analyzing, in awe, such a gloriously handsome- no, divine front, and his lips curl into what one would call a grin as he leans in impossibly closer. "Don't stop."

  And at that moment, as the never ending downpour imprisoning the glistening city in murky puddles finally came to a close, Y/n and Itachi found themselves in an artistically divine portrait of doves and pearly whites. Clinging to one another desperately as they passionately shared their pure adoration and seraphic, intimate reverence for one another. Smears of clay and forgotten boredom confining the two men to sloppy kisses and unfeigned compliments. A sweet "Handsome" and an irrepressible "I love you" lugging the acts of intimacy to a solar level of buoyant roses and vanilla extract. Even Aphrodite herself found it imperative to simper and fan herself, for these two were so terribly enveloped in one another's features of perfection, it was adorably laughable. It seems one could presume that sometimes the convivial things in life aren't derived from the long-winded, tedious plans we construct. Maybe it's stupidly less arduous to find pleasure in creating a pot- preferably with Itachi Uchiha on a rainy Saturday afternoon.

★ ac1dl4v3 productions. all rights reserved, do not plagiarize.

[moumouton4]

Idk if you know this, but JSchlatt reaction meme "What the fuck":

https://youtu.be/cl4N8evU8UY

Now, to what, Naruto characters would react like this?

(Yes I have too much time on my hands so I'm looking up old reaction memes)

Toodles~

Their Reactions To You Going "What The Fuck ?!?" || Naruto characters x reader 5

A/n : Oh gosh my dear it took me so much time. I've never struggled so much and I think it was because writing for a meme is a complex exercise 👀 But I did it ! 😍

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

Warnings : Contains both fluff and smut ( mention of boner, hand job, roughness, punishment, oral male!receiver, grinding, mention of wall sex, mention of breeding, dirty talk ) 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

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

Word count : 2131

Sasuke Uchiha : All the people around you were engrossed in a dumb ass show - according to him. Once again he sighs discreetly at the jokes he certainly doesn't find funny. He only came because Naruto told him he wanted all his friends to be there for the evening. But then a voice was heard above all the laughters “What the fuck ?!? This is not funny” you said. Everyone looked at you amused before starting to laugh again. Except Sasuke, he looked at you intently. You had to be Y/n, an ally Naruto had met on a mission, he thought. As you got up to take a breath outside. He cautiously made his way outside the house as well. You seemed very raw and unadorned, and it piqued his curiosity. Perhaps he could get to know you in more detail ?

Kakashi Hatake : He smiles widely under his mask, the only thing giving him away were the crinkles around his eyes showing how genuine his smile was. He found it really unusual and unexpected to see you burst like this. After all, you were a great and skilled kunoichi, who had a lot of requirements and was very professional. But it felt really good to see that after all like everyone you have your little moments of overflow. He knew no one was around so he gave your ass a gentle yet noticeable slap “Y/n keep it down. You have a reputation to uphold” he chuckled at the bashful expression on your face.

Itachi Uchiha : He's not even taken aback. He smiles lovingly at you. He loves to see you go out of your way. It gives you a wild, unpredictable side that he loves "My fierce lioness" For him, it's so endearing he can't help but rub your cheek with love, his dark eyes getting lost in your gaze, making you blush and calm down. Every action you take and word you say reminds him of what a good choice he made in asking you to marry him ( maybe a future hc 👀 )

Naruto Uzumaki : He doesn’t care if you’re angry or just messing around. He’s going to pick you and tickle you. At some point you move so much that he slips. You both end up sprawled on the floor. Everyone in the street are looking at you and it’s fueling you again “This is not fucking fucking. Mind your own business !” Meanwhile Naruto is just laughing his ass off as if it was the funniest thing ever.

Iruka Umino : His eyes widen and his mouth hangs agape. But don’t misunderstand him, he is really happy that for once someone takes up his defense when his pupils are making fun of him. Though then he looks at you with a smile as he whispers with his mouth half hiding his mouth “Y/n please they are already impossible to manage. Don't teach them swear words" You gave him a sheepish smile and kissed his cheek before saying goodbye. Leaving him flustered in front of a shocked crowd of kids whispering how pretty their teacher’s S/o is.

Utakata : He doesn’t even care what you’re talking about - as long as you’re safe. He’s going to gently slap the back of your head or pinch your shoulder and remind you of your language "Y/n being my apprentice you must keep a certain self control and keep these kinds of words out of your language" You huffed as his basic and prepared answer, reminding him that you also were his partner. He flushed and turned his head the other way so that you don’t see the effect your teasing has on him. He mumbled “Yeah… that too” He wrapped your arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. You both trained well now it was time to go home and rest.

Rock Lee : He panics !! He wants to know why you said that, to whom you said that. Not funny ? Don’t worry he is going to give you his best to make you laugh ( almost wrote cum” here. I was on Hidan’s part before 😭 ) Also he is a bit clueless at your choice of word “My Flower isn’t this word supposed to be used in a more intimate cont-” but the look of pure rage that you gave him killed his question in the egg as he gulped down loudly. He’s obviously going to ask Guy senseï, Neji or Tenten for an answer ( Yes Neji is still alive in my canon-verse )

Yamato : He doesn’t know what’s happening. He just knows he doesn’t want to get involved. He stares at you ensuring you’re fine and slowly he steps aside. Slowly, slowly, until he leaves the scene. Which has you running after him throughout the village. Obviously you find him hiding behind the bench where Kakashi is reading his book on “Please don’t tell Y/n I’m here” “Y/n ! Tenzo’s hiding behind that bench”

Sasori : Seriously bro is unfazed lmao. If he looks up from the puppet he is crafting then you’re a lucky one. But ultimately he is going to make sure there is nothing wrong happening because believe it or not he cares about you. And whoever displeases you will regret it.

Gaara : He freezes slightly. His head turns  s l o w l y  towards you wondering what might have triggered this response. It better be not someone’s fault or else they will have to deal with the Kazekage himself. But then as he focuses on what you’re doing, he sees you rage quitting on your game console. And before he can even say a word he sees you throwing it out the window “My Love careful. It's the 6th this month” He motions to you to come towards him and pats your head gently reminding you that next time it happens that you should just set it before you get angry.

Hashirama Senju : He is a bit shocked but finds your reaction funny as well. And a bit ashamed because he was actually enjoying the jokes of the show. But he had to know better after all. You’re such a lively and sunny person that he almost forgets how much you’re like his brother when it gets to the field of humor. That’s maybe why you've always gotten along well. He nudges you playfully to make you loosen up “Hey you’re married to the Hokage now stop acting like-” but all he gets is a dark glare and a kiss on the cheek, which makes him go dark red.

Tobirama Senju : He can’t help the corner of his lips from twitching upwards. It makes him feel better at ease knowing he is not alone not finding it funny. And knowing that you above everyone thinks the same as him warms his heart. He wants to scoop you in his arms and set you on his lap as he smells the scent of your hair. But for that he’ll have to wait for you guys to come back home. He just hopes his brother isn’t going to invite himself like he always does when Hashirama wants to have a quiet and loving evening with you “No one’s home, come back and try tomorrow !”

Deidara : We know him. He is such a drama queen. He is for sure going to follow you and start screaming insults without even knowing what got you starting in the first place. But it’s fueling your anger. And so you both end up filing the hideout with your screams. Sasori or someone else comes to y’all and tries to scare you for you to shut the fuck up “Nooooo but you don’t understand it’s fucking annoyin-” “SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU !”

Shikamaru Nara : He smirks. His eyes flashes a mischievous glance at you. Despite his laid back stature with his hands buried in his pockets, we can clearly see in his eyes a fire burn. He startles you when suddenly his arm wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him, until your hip rests flush against his. He isn’t giving anything away to anyone that might have seen him getting closer to you. He nods mindlessly at what others are saying. It’s son going to be this time of the day when he needs you as much as he needs air. You feel his hand squeeze your hip and you know that sooner or later he is going to try to get you out of here to have you all to himself.

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Minato Namikaze : He is slightly taken aback when he hears your outburst. But he is used to it after all this time being married to you. And even after 4 years it always stirs this sparkle inside him. He feels all warm and fuzzy inside. It reminded him of the first time he ever saw you, and of course you were lashing out at someone who disrespected one of your friends. You snapped him out of his thoughts when your hand touched his bulge over his pants. He blushed as a moan escaped his lips. He should have known he would react that way. He always does “Princess aghh… keep going” he begged, his hips jerked up at your touch. He just wanted you to free his hardened length from the confines from his pants to touch him properly. It was your fault, now he needed you to take the matter in your own hands… literally.

Orochimaru : He roughly grabbed your jaw the moment he heard the words leave your lips. You were stunned but it wasn’t foreign. Even when you guys had sex and a curse would escape you he’d stop right away “Oh, such hideous words coming out from the mouth of such an obedient pet" You knew damn well what that meant for you. No cumming allowed until… well until he allows you. You felt his hands on your shoulders gently but firmly bringing you down on your knees “Open wide for me. You’re going to do your best to make me forget about this slip of yours”

Neji Hyuga : He couldn’t deny the thrill he felt when he heard you say those words. When throughout your childhood you're taught to keep up appearances, to be obedient and to look your best. When you grow up you want to look beyond these barriers and see what it would be like to behave normally. No restraints - especially when you've got eyes that can see through clothes - just pure instincts. I always did his best not to keep his mask on when he was with you. And today the hinges had popped. He grabbed you around the waist and pinned you against the wall. From there you could clearly feel the outline of his cock against your center. His hips moved in a teasing motion against you “Please let me have you against the wall” he pleaded. You could tell he was doing his best not to let any noise out. So what did you do ? You cursed again obviously. And he didn't need anything more to get off to a flying start.

Madara Uchiha : “What the f-” he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence. He puts his hand over your mouth to make sure you don't finish the string of insults he is sure was about to come “You’re an Uchiha now. I expect much more from you” He set his other hand on your shoulder putting a firm pressure on it as he lowered his voice. His breath tickles your ear “Once we get home I'm going to make sure you use up your supply of insults while I breed you mmh ? I just need you to be a little more patient” You nodded obediently and he released his grip on you. Leaving you hanging for more. But you didn't worry, you knew he was a man of his word.

Hidan : He laughs loudly at your curses. He doesn’t care for whom it is destined to, not why you said that. It fuels him. That’s it he wants to fuck now. With his it’s easy, you need a fuck ? curse in front of him. Regardless of where you are, he won’t even bother looking for an excuse. He’ll take you on his shoulder and bring you to your room “Such a slutty mouth you have my dear” he smirks throwing you on the bed “We’ll see how much more I can coax out from you. I’ll give you real fun” he says in a dangerous tone as he enters you with one deep thrust.

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥪🌭 Again my requests are open 🧇🧀

*Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

[jesi555]

CONTENT !

꩜ WHAT

smut for fem readers, when i post twt links idc what skin colour the person has in the vid and my fics usually dont indicate physical features. but if you'd like specific stuff just send me an ask and i'll find something close to what you like. breeding, exhibitionism, choking/breath play, somno, Quirofilia (hand kink), cnc, degradation/humiliation, impact play, praise, Katoptronophilia, Vicarphilia etc.

꩜ WHO

one piece : luffy, zoro, nami, buggy, aokiji, ussop, sanji, robin, mihawk, doflamingo, roger, hancock, shanks, kidd, law, katakuri, ace, vivi, yamato, crocodile , smoker, lucci.

jjk : gojo, toji, geto, shoko, todo, noritoshi, nanami, sukuna, shiu.

kny : rengoku, uzui+wives, mitsuri, sanemi, obanai, muzan, akaza.

others : sakura, shikamaru, itachi, hidan, madara, tobirama, hashirama, jiraiya, nana(s), loid, chrollo, illumi, kurapika.

꩜ NO GO'S ❌

CANONICALLY MINOR CHARACTERS, amab + male reader + etc, pseudo/step-cest/incest, dom! reader, necro, vore, sacrilege, character x character, pregnant reader (i enjoy the preggo reader fics to some extent but i dont like writing them), orgies, stalking, pegging, rim jobs, age regression, lolicon, ddlg, yandere, foot fetish, bukkake, non-con recording, lactation, breast feeding, mommy kink, watersports, piss kink, domestic abuse, brainwashing, scat, cbt, food play, snowballing, race play, pet play, m-preg, bestiality, eating disorders, master kink, wound fucking, heavy bleeding, dad’s best friend (maybe, ask b4) etc.

[smh-yoon]

akatsuki - fucking you dumb

a/n: if you didn't know, i have an akatsuki bf/gf scenario book on wattpad and i was writing something for pein today that got a little spicy, so i had to bring it here. this will include all nine members, not including orochimaru.

pairings: pein, konan, hidan, kakuzu, deidara, sasori, obito, kisame, itachi x fem! reader

genre: smut; fem! on fem!, male! on fem!

warnings: dirty dirty talk!! (praise and degrading), swearing, creampie, fingering, giving head - male and fem receiving, exhibitionism, threesome, possessiveness, choking, toxic behavior (obito), tentacles, spitting, manhandling?, pool sex ofc

enjoy ;)

PEIN

the cold wood of the desk brushed against your nipples with every thrust of pein's hard cock into your cunt, adding to the buildup of your approaching orgasm.

he had your hands locked behind your back, using them to tug you backwards onto his leaking dick as he threw his head back. the best part about him being such a skilled shinobi is that he had plenty of stamina.

slick was dripping down your thighs, and he'd already fucked you through your first orgasm. his fingers were pressing hard against your skin where he was gripping you, jaw clenching as he felt his own climax approach.

suddenly he was pressing you down against the desk, arching your back with one hand and setting an all new pace as he drilled into you. in moments, you were gushing around him, nearly screaming as he brushed you g-spot until he was pumping his load into you, cum dripping down your shaking thighs.

KONAN

konan's bare breasts were pressed against your back, nipples hard against your skin as she fingered you from behind.

she was determined to make you squirt for the third time today, tears already dripping down your cheeks as you jerked from the sensitivity of your aching cunt. you couldn't help arching into her hand, desperately seeking your orgasm.

the sheets under you were soaked in your cum, and konan's fingers were sticky with your slick from fingering you non stop. her other hand reached around your stomach as she began thrusting her fingers faster.

the other hand flicked at your clit, circling and pressing hard as you sobbed in pleasure. you came again, crying out as the intense sensation made you eyes roll back.

HIDAN

hidan's obnoxious laugh made you want to cry, choking on kakuzu's cock in your mouth and he fucked you harder from behind. he was so sure you were into kakuzu enough that he invited him into a threesome, not the kakuzu minded.

his fingers threaded through your hair, the tugging making your eyes rolling back as you swallowed around his thick cock. "just like that slut. couldn't live with just one cock fuckin' you, huh? had to have two."

your jaw went slack as hidan kept up his bruising pace, paying no mind to the increasing volume of the hums you could get out around kakuzu. hidan's voice reached your ears in the haze of the moment.

"gonna cum in you, then watch kuzu fuck my cum back into your cunt. show him how good you take it whore."

KAKUZU

kakuzu was still counting money in the corner of the room, paying no mind to you as you writhed on the bed, bound by long tendrils stretching from his form. two skinnier ones alternated thrusting into your pussy, another flicking your clit.

this was your punishment, for forgetting to pick up one of his bounties. no big deal, he could always get some other quick cash, but there was no way he was letting you off easy.

"kakuzu.. please!" you were so close to the edge it hurt, but he never let you cum. not for the past half hour you'd been tied with your hands above your head.

his eyes flicked lazily to you, gaze dark as a smirk slid onto his face. with a chuckled he sent another tendril your way, watching it slide around your neck.

"shut up, i have to restart now."

DEIDARA

long blonde hair brushed against your shoulders as your eyes rolled back, deidara's hand on your shoulder holding you up as he pushed his cock past your walls.

he'd made a bet with hidan that he could fuck you till you cried, and he was sure to deliver. you were in tears after the first orgasm, after he ate your pussy out the way he knew best. and another bet later, now he was determined to fuck you till he couldn't cum anymore.

hidan was sitting directly in front of you at the edge of bed in his own chair, cock pulled out of his pants, leaking from the tip. he'd been barking orders all night, telling deidara where to touch, cum, how to fuck you and your mouth properly. if you didn't hate hidan so much, you might've thanked him for the advice, because you were getting your brains fucked out.

he stood from his spot, coming close and grabbing your jaw roughly, watching you gaze up at him through hazy eyes. then he was spitting into your open mouth, watching you flinch and moan and deidara fucked you faster as he sat back down and enjoyed the show.

SASORI

sasori was quick to attach as many strings as he wanted to your limbs, controlling you just the way he wanted, his own personal fuck doll. he'd watched you finger yourself, fuck yourself with whichever synthetic cock he chose, and now he was watching you choke down his own.

he had all the power, and he knew it got you off too. never having to worry that pretty, empty head about having to do any work. he might as well keep you with his other puppets, if that's all you were good for.

a groan left his mouth as you choked around him, swallowing and moaning at the way he filled your throat.

when he looked back down at you, one of his puppets leaning against the wall caught his attention. his newest, and by far the biggest he'd built. he rung his fingers in your hair and pulled you off his cock, petting your face as you gasped for air.

"get up. we're doing something new."

OBITO

"what the fuck were you doing? huh? think you can run off to some other man?"

you were sobbing into the pillows, back aching as obito pounded into you. it hurt, so so good. he was using you however he wanted, you were his stress relief, but that didn't mean you could get away with whoring yourself out to the akatsuki. not that you actually did, he was just a jealous freak when it came to you.

he reached around your shoulders and leaned down, sweaty chest pressed against your back as he got close to your ear, nearly growling as he spoke.

"you remember no one will ever fuck you like this. you're fucking mine."

KISAME

one of kisame's ultimate fantasies was to let him hunt you down in the water, a predator-prey type situation. you always worried he'd take it too far, maybe hurt you, accidentally drown you. as his thick cock slid into your pussy for the first time that night, warm water lapping at your skin, his hands holding you tight against him, you couldn't help but wonder why you waited so long.

while he'd pulled you to a quiet shore of a hidden cove, you were worried you were still too loud, that the world would hear.

kisame's shark teeth grazed your shoulder as he let out a shuddering breath against your skin, feeling your nails dig into his back. the feeling of his razor sharp teeth made you nearly freeze with terror, but you tightened around him as your body tingled.

"hope you can handle a little blood."

ITACHI

as much as you wanted itachi to trap you in an endless sex fantasy with a genjutsu, he was a much more gentle lover. not that you minded, he always made sure your needs were more than fulfilled.

he was taking his time lapping up your pussy, sucking and kissed and tonguing wherever he could reach. he lived for the feeling of your hips bucking into his mouth, fingers gripping his hair from the overwhelming pleasure he gave you.

he knew you so well, listened to your breathing and the volume of your moans, hearing them get more high pitched as you neared your orgasm.

"come on pretty girl, let me take care of you."

<3 <3 <3

[katsuyuswritings]

— ᕦ kei ᕤ —

a lonely writer who has a few friends. asking for mutuals, also an employed attorney and has no social life 💗

— MALE — genshin, naruto, saiki k, chainsaw man, stardust destiny (oc)

male; aether, dainslief, kaeya, diluc, albedo, venti, bennett, razor, mika, zhongli, chongyun, xingqiu, xiao, baizhu, tartaglia, itto, gorou, kazuha, heizou, ayato, thoma, alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno, capitano, dottore, pantalone, scaramouche/wanderer, lyney, neuvillette, freminet, wriosthley

naruto uzumaki/namikaze, sasuke uchiha, kakashi hatake, iruka umino, kotetsu, izumo, asuma sarutobi, sai yamanaka, shikamaru nara, choji akamichi, aburame shino, kiba inuzuka, kankuro, gaara, itachi uchiha, kisame, sasori, deidara, kakuzu, hidan, orochimaru, kabuto, jiraiya, minato namikaze, neji hyuga, zetsu, zabuza, haku yuki, suigetsu, juuga, maito gai, boruto uzumaki, mitsuki

saiki kusuo, kaidou shun, aren kuboyasu, toritsuka reita, nendou riki, hairo kineshi, makoto teruhashi

denji, aki, angel devil, shark devil (that's literally all)

aifuyo hime/yuzuki, renyue yuzuki, kōhaku hayashi, eijiro yuzuki, aoi hime, anh hyu, eugene hyu, feng xiang

— FEMALE — genshin, naruto, saiki k, chainsaw man, stardust destiny (oc)

female: amber, fischl, noelle, mona, jean, lisa, eula, klee, barbara, xiangling, xinyan, yunjin, ganyu, keqing, shenhe, ningguang, beidou, qiqi, yaoyao, kuki, kujou sara, yae miko, raiden ei/shogun, raiden makoto, kokomi, ayaka, sayu, yoimiya, faruzan, layla, nilou, dori, dehya, candace, dunyarzad, focalors, navia, lynette, yuelin, tsaritsa, la signora, sandrone, arlecchino, columbina, raiden makoto

sakura haruno/uchiha, hinata hyuga/uzumaki, karin uzumaki, konan, kurenai sarutobi, hanabi hyuga, ino yamanaka, tsunade senju, temari nara, tenten, anko mitarashi, kushina uzumaki/namikaze, guren (mommy), himawari uzumaki, sarada uchiha

kokomi teruhashi, chiyo yumehara/teruhashi, kuriko/kusuko saiki, aiura mikoto, rifuta imu, mera chisato

power, makima, yuro, himeno

katsuyu yuzuki/hime, chiyo hime, shinkkami ayakemi-sanjin (teiko), kohari hayashi, mina noshiro, maikka yue, yan xiang

— ᕤ can request ᕦ —

smut, suggestive, angst and fluff

aged up characters smut/suggestive

child!reader x parent!character or vise versa

song related storyline

ships and oc x reader

— ᕦ can't request ᕤ —

minor character smut

oc x canon (I have my reasons)

weird shit like armpit kink and others (I don't wanna name them 😨)

Also I know most of y'all are minors... You can't hide from me

[h8ani]

Updated Rules List

With my new updated list I’m going to be listing all the requests I’ll be accepting, what fandoms I write for and how you should go about requesting them :)

But also if you are an ageless/blank blog or a minor please do not request me, thank you.

I also wrote both nsfw & sfw content, I also label it on my writings I post. I don’t shy away from anything really so if you’re unsure just send me a message and I’ll clarify if I do!

Things I’ll write for: yandere, noncon/dubcon, fluff, angst, smut, age gap, stepcest, professor/student, sensei/student, spanking, choking, slapping, torture, abuse, female x male, drug use, use of sex toys, abusive relationships, issues with eating, etc type shit

Things I won’t write for: anal, piss/shit play, boy x boy, girl x girl (I’m not super comfortable in my writing yet to write for same sex couples yet I hope you guys understand!)

Fandoms I write for:

Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Armin Arlert, Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Erwin Smith, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Porco Galliard

Hunter x Hunter - Chrollo, Feitan, Shalnark, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Ging, Illumi, Wing, Kite, Pokkle

Naruto - Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha, Obito Uchiha, Shisui Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Minato Namikaze, Shikamaru Nara, Gaara, Neji Hyuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Deidara, Sasori, Pain/Yahiko, Iruka Umino, Shino Aburame, Hidan, Kankuro, Sai, Genma Shiranui, Izumo Kamizuki, Kotetsu Hagane, Hayate Gekko

Tokyo Revengers - Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Shuji Hanma, Takashi Mitsuya, Kazutora Hanemiya, Tetta Kisaki, Atsushi Sendo, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Ken Ryuguji, Shinichiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Naoto Tachibana, Izana Kurokawa, Inui Seishu

Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Hideyoshi Nagachika, Uta, Ayato Kirishima, Nishio Nishiki, Koutarou Amon

Ouran Highschool Host Club - Kyoya Ootori, Tamaki Suoh, Takashi Morinozuka, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru,

Prompt Requests/Writing Requests in general:

I will usually have a link of the prompts to request from, from the original post.

If you’d like to request something I wrote just state what content you’d like and who the character is/member he is

I default by writing in fem! reader pov so please state if you’d like gn! reader

Reaction Requests:

State the type of reaction you’d like (example: reaction of them kissing you mid argument)

For any anime reactions just state the anime, boys you’d like the reaction for but please try to keep the number of characters under 10 unless it’s like konoha 11

Selca Ships:

I will do these for both kpop & anime

Send in a max of 3 selfies of yourself

Request a max if 3 animes/kpop groups

You can mix and match if you’d like

Please no filters obstructing what you look like I will just delete it

I will do private ships as well just state that when submitting the ships

Poly Ships:

Max of 2-3 animes/groups

You can mix and match

Request If you’d like these to be private

This ship is me just shipping you with two characters of said anime requested or 2 members of a kpop group

Kink Ships:

Send in a kink along with a kpop group or anime

I’ll say who I think the kinks go with

Aesthetic Moodboards:

Request who you’d like the moodboard for (example: bestfriend mikey sano, date night jungkook, etc)

I’m okay with nsfw moodboards too

[sleep-0-deprived]

Because I’m pretty when I cry

Men that worship your body like it’s a temple and praise every little thing you do like it’s the best in the world.

Men that are infatuated with your scent touch and your taste to the point it’s all they think about.

Men that love seeing you all dressed up just to make you ruin your clothes from the endless orgasms.

Men that crave to be close to you and are very touch starved and get clingy without knowing it.

Men that take you out on dates to show you off to the world and love it when you get close to them

Men that buy you things because in their eyes “you deserve it”

Men that only like to have deep intimate sex with you because it’s the most meaningful.

Men that make out with you while they palm the growing bulge in your pants and grind you down on their dick.

Men that love leaving hickys and bite marks on your thighs and neck to show you are theirs.

— Nuevillette, Zhongli, Itachi, Kakashi, Giyuu

Gyomei, Obanai, Sanji, Dazai, Fyodor, Mihawk, Ayato, Itto

[ghost-1-y]

Rules

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT.

I do not currently take requests. This may change in the future, but as of right now I am way too busy with my life outside of this blog and writing for WIPs I have.

I might open requests for follower celebrations, and, if I feel like I have time, might open emergency requests in the future. However, this is not currently the case, so please respect that I will politely decline any requests I receive at the moment.

I am more than willing to accept suggestions and thirsts!! I love hearing everyone's ideas and if I have the energy, I might add to any suggestions/thirsts I receive. Just don't expect a full fic out of me or anything if you do send one!

Please be respectful if you decide to chat with me (either through asks, dms, or even comments). I will not tolerate any form of hate, bigotry, or discrimination on my blog. If you exhibit these kinds of behaviors, I will block you.

Please do not repost any of my work either here or on other sites!! Please do not copy or translate my work either or claim that it is yours!

Please remember that I am very busy outside of this little blog of mine! I am a full-time college student with a part-time job, and am involved in clubs, trying to get involved in research, and volunteer once a week. This blog is on top of all of that. Please respect that I will be coming out with fics at my own pace.

I only write fem!, AFAB!, and gn! reader. I do not write male reader, as I am a cis woman and am not comfortable writing about something I know nothing about.

I will not write for characters who are minors, and will only write for them if the relationship with reader is platonic (eg. friends, family). I will not write smut for aged-up characters who are minors in their original work. (Please know I have no problem with other writers aging up characters, I just personally am not comfortable with it.)

I will sometimes write and interact with dark content (eg. yandere, dubcon, stalking, cnc). I will make sure to properly tag these fics with the proper warnings if I do decide to post this type of content.

While it isn't necessary, I do appreciate every single like, comment, and reblog on my fics!! It shows me that y'all care and support me, so every single interaction is very much appreciated :))

Who I Write For:

KNY: Sanemi, Obanai, Giyuu, Mitsuri, Kyojuro, Tengen, Gyomei, Shinobu, Akaza, Gyutaro

JJK: Nanami, Gojo, Toji, Geto (maybe), Sukuna (only true form)

AOT: Levi, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Reiner

Naruto: Itachi, Kakashi, Minato, Hashirama, Tobirama, Madara

Others: Aki Hayakawa (CSM), more to be added (hopefully)

characters who are in pink are ones I am particularly interested in writing about

What I Will NOT Write:

pedophilia

noncon/rape (this doesn't include cnc, I will properly tag any cnc fics)

stepcest/incest

extreme gore

cannibalism (freaks me tf out)

extreme yandere (ie. murdering for the sake of "love")

scat play/watersports/anything similar

self-harm (I may briefly mention it, but never go into detail, this will be tagged appropriately)

suicide

infidelity with a character (ie. I won’t write fics where reader cheats on character if they’re in an established relationship)

fuckboy!character x reader

jealousy fics

ex!character x reader

torture/sexual torture (ie. actually torturing reader/character)

any form of abuse between character and reader

anything else that I am particularly uncomfortable with that I have not listed here (this will be at my own discretion)

[dabilove27]

Paring: Modern AU!Itachi Uchiha x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.5 K

Warnings: A lot of fluff, some cursing, meet cute scenario, very soft smut, unprotected sex, please let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: hello hello! Let's hope this actually shows up in the tags cause I'm pretty sure I'm shadowbanned lol. But! This is my piece for the Into The Movieverse collab hosted by the sweetest @thegetoufather check out the masterlist here I picked 101 Dalmatians as my fic and hope you enjoy the portrayal! I know Itachi is cat person in canon but let's pretend he's a dog person too. Thank you as always to my wife and my bestie @lady-lunaaa and @gixxie for beta reading! I love y'all forever!

It's a bright day in early spring. The sun is shining, the trees are blooming, and the weather is perfect. Everything seems right as rain except for this dog who won't leave you and your dog alone. 

You come to the dog park early in the  morning to beat the Saturday crowds. The later in the day it gets, the more unruly the park becomes. There are just too many dogs in one space for you to feel completely comfortable coming here in the late afternoon. 

And typically, things are very chill in the mornings. There are the regulars like Ms. Yuki with her old Mastiff, Bo, who leisurely stroll around the paved sidewalk, never bothering a soul. And there's Kei with his border collie mix, playing fetch across the vast expanse of the park. And a few other regulars who mind their businesses, and their dogs are well-behaved. No one stepping on each other’s toes. 

You and Dot find your own place with the chill morning regulars of the park. Jogging around the perimeter to let her get out some of her excess energy that builds up while she’s constricted in your tiny apartment. Dot is your best friend and, quite honestly, your closest companion. You originally started your search for a dog by looking for a German Shepherd. You liked the loyalty and protection they’re known for. But then you saw this spotted puppy in a pet store window.

A Dalmatian isn’t your first choice in dog breeds, but you were so enamored by her little black nose and playfulness that you bought her on the spot. You spend every extra moment you have training and spoiling her–maybe indulging too much, but how could you not. It becomes clear she enjoys the finer things and becomes a bit prissy. Walking around with her nose in the air, laying on only the softest pet beds, and refusing the others. And even though you won't ever admit it to anyone, you swear she loves her rhinestone-encrusted pink collar.   

But for as spoiled as she is, she’s a great companion. Licking away your tears after a hard day. Cuddling next to you as you watched another heart-breaking episode of Grey's Anatomy. She's your best friend, and you love to give her the best–even if that makes her a bit prissy. 

The two of you leisurely jogged around the worn path of the dog park, or you were, until he showed up. He is the male dog chasing after the two of you and almost tripping you multiple times as he dips into a play bow near Dot. 

At first, you were shocked to see another dalmatian at the park. Besides Dot and her littermates, you hadn't seen another one in the sleepy little town you lived in. It’s exciting to see another dalmatian until this ruffian starts interfering with your routine.

It’s clear that Dot is beyond not interested in playing with him. She never did like interacting too much with other dogs anyway. Still, you swear Dot turns her little black nose higher every time the other dog tries to entice her to chase him. She refuses to give him the time of day.

He’s also getting on your last nerve. If he runs in front of you one more time and you end up with a trip straight into the dirt, you’re not going to be a happy camper. You slow down, shifting your jog into a walk as Dot follows your lead. The other dog excitedly bounds around the two of you, hopping and barking at Dot. She turns her eyes to you with an exasperated look as if to say Please get me out of here. 

You can’t agree more with her. Letting out a hefty sigh, you remove her pink leash from around your shoulders and bend down to clip it to her matching collar. The other dog isn't giving up, though, still bouncing and barking in circles around you. If you didn't care about the other members of the park, you would scream at whoever owns him to come and get him. Speaking of which, after clipping Dot's leash, you look around the spacious park to see who the owner is of this persistent hellion.  

Your eyes quickly scan over all the familiar faces until they land on a bench near the front gate. A man about your age is sitting there, his face buried in his phone. Of course, the prick is more focused on his phone than his dog. He has long black hair cascading over his face as he stares at the illuminated screen. He’s dressed casually in a black long-sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans. You can’t distinguish his other attributes from where you stand in the park. 

You feel your blood boil watching him so casual and carefree while his dog terrorizes your leisurely Saturday morning. It’s taking everything in you not to stomp right up to him and give him a piece of your mind. Taking in a shaky breath you begin to walk towards the entrance. You have to keep repeating to yourself just walk past him, don't say anything. That’s until his unruly dog jumps up on you, leaving dirt-covered paw prints behind on your black leggings. 

You can't blame the poor dog. He wants attention that his owner won't give him. But you decide you’re going to give this asshole who is still buried in his phone a piece of your mind now.

"This isn't a daycare. You still have to watch your dog, you know!" Anger punctuates every syllable as you yell at the man in a huff. And finally, at your harsh words, he glances up from his phone. His dark eyes shift around until they find yours. You can tell he's taking in the situation by how his eyes widen when he sees your stained clothing and his hyperactive dog hopping around you joyfully.

"Ugh, I'm so sorry. Spot come here!" He stands as he calls to the dog, who vehemently ignores him.  Wow, Spot, how original. You think sourly with a roll of your eyes, conveniently forgetting your dog's stereotypical name. But you also take the chance to get a good look at the stranger who ruined your morning peace. He's pretty handsome, tall, and fair, with dark black eyes, striking stress marks etched under them where tears would fall, and long silky black hair tied in a low ponytail.

You watch as he squats down, and Spot comes bounding over to him, practically toppling the man over. "Alright, buddy, I'm sorry, you're right; I should have been playing with you. Work is just killing me at the moment." His voice is calm and soothing as he gives the hyperactive dog gentle pets. The deep baritone in his voice isn’t what you expected and sends a shiver down your spine. 

As annoying as this man is for ruining your morning peace, you have to admit he's very attractive. Very different from the little old ladies and couples you typically see here this early. 

"It's okay," you finally say, feeling bad that you lashed out. You know what it's like to be swamped with work, unable to put your phone down because of it. 

The stranger sends you a slight smile that you can't help but return as he clips his red leash onto Spot's collar. Crap, you hope he isn't leaving just because of your blowup. You feel guilty now but don't know how to approach the subject without it being incredibly awkward. 

So instead, you choose to save that conversation for another day. If you see him here in the future, you could make niceties then, but right now, you just want to run to your car and drive home, forgetting all the conflicted feelings that were swirling inside you. You start to walk to the set of gates with Dot, trying to keep your pace seemingly natural. But of course, the man follows you–you probably would have deduced this if you weren't in a state of lashing feelings battling in your brain. 

All you can think is how awkward this is, the silence that lingers in the air as you try to exit and how his dog barks and jumps forward to reach you and Dot. Only a few more moments, and then you'll be safe in your car and can forget this ever happened. But fate has a different plan for you; she seems destined to bring the two of you together.   

As you open the first gate to walk into the little holding pen to reach the second iron latch, Spot surges forward in front of you to get Dot. You're so surprised that you drop her leash, and she backs away from the male dog rushing at her. 

"Spot no! Come!" The man's voice still holds a sense of calm, but you can also hear the slight panic seeping through. Spot whips his head around to his owner, his black ears perking up to his owner's calls. And it's like you can see the catastrophe unfolding right in front of you as Spot bounds directly towards his owner. That red leash wraps tightly around your legs, right at your knees, forcing you to spin with the amount of speed Spot is using to get towards the man. The scratchy fabric cuts into your leggings and squeezes the back of your legs, pulling you right up to the mysterious man. 

You place your hand on his chest to steady yourself while also trying not to simultaneously fall on top of him. A quick sound of surprise escapes your lips as you watch Spot run around in a circle around the two of you. Now trapping both of you in his red web of chaos. The man lets out a "No Spot!" as you squeak and place your other hand on his shoulder for support.

If you had more time to think about everything that was happening, you would have paid attention to how defined he was under that loose shirt, or you would’ve seen the slight dust of pink on his cheeks as your wobbly leg slipped in between his for more stability. But instead, you’re focused on the inevitable fall that was about to come. Spot finally stops his movements, which seems to be the last straw for your balance as you topple into the dirt, pulling the stranger down with you. 

It's like some cheesy romance film, now. The man straddles you, trying not to put his whole weight on your hips as he untangles himself from the leash. And you’re trying to not focus on how he looks leaning over you, how that might look in a different setting, a curtain of black hair cascading over you. My god, you just met this man; you don't even know him; get a freaking grip. You chastise yourself as the man finally untangles the two of you from the leash. 

He stands up and offers his hand out to you; all of your anger from earlier is gone, and you grasp his hand firmly and accept the help. Looking over at Dot, you can't help but laugh at the expression on her face. She's looking at all of you like you're the biggest embarrassment of her life, and this only causes Spot's owner to look at her quietly, snickering. You can only imagine what a mess the two of you look, covered in dirt and dust, both of you laughing after being knocked to the ground.

After all the laughter, you let out a heavy sigh and turned towards Spot. "Thanks for the laughter, you silly dog, but please try to be a little coyer if you're trying to impress a girl," you giggle and pat the dog's head as he sits there panting with a wide grin. 

You miss the grin across Spot's owner's face as he watches you interact with his dog. It warms his heart in a way he can't explain. And as stupid as it sounds, that little moment the two of you just had makes him want to get to know you more. And so he takes his shot.

"I am so sorry about that; he gets a little excited," he says with a nervous chuckle as you turn towards him. "Please let me make it up to you or buy you coffee for all the trouble."      

The proposition throws you off; it isn’t what you’re expecting from him. But something in your gut was telling you to take this chance. Trust the handsome stranger with the hyperactive dog. 

"Sure, why not?" Your heart flutters at the genuine smile that spreads across his face as he reaches his hand out to shake yours.

"I'm Itachi; nice to meet you," he says with that warm smile that makes heat rise to your face.  After introducing yourself, you exchange numbers and promise to meet on a future day–without the dogs.

After that first meeting, you and Itachi spend a lot of time together. From the first coffee “date” to elegant dinners and play dates with Dot and Spot. It doesn’t take long for every weekend to become date night. Itachi is always a gentleman; once he finds your favorite meals, he learns how to make them just for you.

The two of you just click. It’s crazy to think that a hectic morning in a dog park brought the two of you together so long ago. You share a love of reading and cooking with Itachi, as well as a love of dogs. Spot and Dot accompany you on many dates, both of you finding places that welcome your furry babies. It feels perfect to have your little family of four. 

But something you really love about Itachi is his love for the piano. A small bluish-gray piano is nestled in his townhome. The first time you saw it, you begged him to play a song for you. But as always, Itachi is forever humble and waves you off, saying it’s not anything special.

But now it’s the first night you’re spending at Itachi's home, and you’re dead set on getting him to play it, even if you had to pull some strings. 

It’s especially early in the morning when you wake up after the first night together. You immediately snuggle back down into the soft blanket to escape the cool weather from seeping in from outside. White powder peaks in from the bedroom window. Sending a thrill of excitement at the thought of taking the first step out in fresh snow. The window to Itachi's room is covered at the edges with icy frost as the morning light filters in. Clouds hang heavy in the sky, vast and pale gray, as they spread snow on the ground beneath. You deduce that it’s still early morning since the light from outside is low. But there’s no rush to get out of your warm space. The two of you have nothing to do today.

The soft blanket is warm even though the room seems ice cold. There’s a brick fireplace in the corner of Itachi's bedroom, and the thought crosses your mind to get up and start it but leaving the comfort of the bed keeps you rooted. Instead, you flip over to search for Itachi. His back is turned to you, and he has a hand tucked under his pillow where he rests his cheek on the plush material. He seems so peaceful in his sleep, the hard lines of his face smooth and unworried.

You wrap one of your arms around him, shifting closer to him, and press yourself into his warm back as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. The cold tip of your nose meets his neck, and you breathe in his earthy aroma, shutting your eyes and releasing a content sigh. You think back to the day you first met and how you never imagined this would be the outcome. Itachi's larger hand that was flung over his torso shifts atop your own, and he laces your fingers together. His hand is so warm as it cradles yours. Itachi pulls in a lazy breath, signaling his awakening.                                                             

Itachi rotates to meet your body with his own as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and urge him to come closer to you. He wraps his arms around your waistline – limber fingers pushing the cloth of your nightdress up in pursuit of your smooth, warm skin beneath. Itachi traces the small of your back with delicate fingers. Your fingers find his long black hair and his back – tiptoeing through his black sleep shirt, feeling his smooth skin, and tracing his scalp with delicate moves that get a sigh out of him. His warm breath fans down your cleavage as he nestles closer, arms tightening around you. 

A smile crosses your face as you gaze down at Itachi nestling into your chest. He looks so serene and perfect and knowing that he shares this unique part of him with you fills you with joy. Your dear Itachi. You press another peck on his forehead and run your fingers through his dark hair. 

"My love," you whisper as you press another kiss onto his temple. "I love quiet days like this." 

Itachi tightens his arms around your midsection. His eyes stay closed as he soaks in your words. But the overwhelming need to return your kisses calls to him. He wants you to know how much he loves you and how you brought out such deep feelings in him that no one ever has been able to. He wishes he could be in this moment forever, in your embrace, cradled by your warmth, as your fingers cascade through his long hair. It feels like nothing else in the world exists. He feels so complete with you. In the arms of his woman, he can forget about the world. 

The words "I love you" are on the tip of his tongue. But he's scared. Scared, you might not feel the same. But he doesn’t want that to make him give up. He plans on continuing to be with you until he feels confident enough to express those words.

Itachi is lost in thought until you cup his cheek and place a loving peck on his lips. And with that small action, you wipe away all of his concerns. It's like you can tell exactly what he's thinking. You know him better than anyone else and can pick up on the little signs when he's getting too lost in his thoughts. You’re his everything.

You run your soft thumb across his cheek as his dark eyes meet yours. "Tell me what you're thinking, Itachi." 

It amazes him how well you know him, even for a short time. Itachi reaches his hand and cups the back of your head, bringing you close to him. You bury your face in his defined neck as your arms wander to his chest. It feels nice to have him hold you like this, arms surrounding you, keeping you safe. The two of you find comfort and solace in each other. Itachi makes you feel desired. 

And you do the same for him. Holding him close at precisely the right time. And caring for him, ensuring he's taking care of himself by eating three meals despite his busy schedule. You are always just there for him no matter the circumstance. 

And he knows he doesn't want to lose you. 

"I–" Itachi hesitates and places another kiss by the shell of your ear, making shivers run through you. 

You pull yourself up to look at him, your smile bright and your eyes pulling him in. As you climb into his lap, you wrap your legs around his defined thighs, straddling him and pulling the plush tan blanket around your form to cover his. "Come closer," you whisper as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and cup the back of his neck, his long hair silk under your fingers, as you urge him closer to you.

Itachi returns the gesture and wraps his arms around you, taking in the warmth of your skin. He closes his eyes, inhaling the scent that’s so uniquely you as you bury your fingers in his midnight locks and run them through your fingers. He loves when you do that. It's soothing and lulls him into a state of calm.

Itachi looks at you again as you move your hands to cup each side of his face. The moment takes him over again as he pulls you into a kiss. Catching your lips so quickly, you let out a little yelp. His strong arms tighten around you as you dissolve right into him and close your eyes. Itachi nibbles at your lips until they are swollen from his actions. You want to drown in him, let his tongue suffocate you with his sweet taste of the dessert the two of you shared before bed. Both of you crave each other and need each other. Every touch feels like a burning flame. You can't stop yourself from kissing him back just as passionately. Your fingers bury into his hair, holding him tightly to you.

Itachi gingerly lays you down on the bed, his body on top of yours. His arms settle on the plush mattress around you to keep him from placing his whole body weight on you. Your mouths are still together like he can’t stop tasting you, even for one moment. Today is the day you’re going to be his. 

Itachi trails kisses down your chin, neck, and chest. Your hands stay tangled in his hair, within the silky raven locks, as you pull him closer to you. He kisses and bites at the soft skin of your neck.

You open your swollen lips to release a soft gasp as Itachi sucks on your neck, leaving his mark in its wake. Your fingers pull his hair as he groans and shuts his eyes, long dark lashes dancing on his cheeks. He wraps his arms around you and holds you flush against him for a moment before gazing into your eyes. Pressing his forehead against your own as his hand moves to remove your night dress. His breath tickles your skin with warm puffs as his long dark bangs brush over your cheek. 

Itachi can't stop thinking about all the reasons he loves you as he graces your body. Your love for animals, kindness, tenacity, and the list continues into eternity. You're everything to him.

You smile at Itachi and lift your hand to touch his cheek, smooth against your palm. Your fingers are gentle on his face, and he can't help but sink into you. Letting your hand drop from his face you start removing the buttons on his nightshirt.  

Itachi pushes off his unbuttoned shirt for you, and you can't help but take in his physique. His abdomen is sculpted perfectly, still slimmer than most men but absolutely stunning as if he was carved from marble. His muscles ripple underneath your touch as he pulls off your night dress. He looks ethereal, like an angel among men in the dim lights of the bedroom. You can't help the pull that brings your lips to his neck to place soft kisses on him. Soft kisses continue to trail from his neck and down to his chest as Itachi lets out a soft sigh. 

Goodness, you were perfect. No one had ever been so tender and kind to him. He would drown in your soft kisses if you'd let him. At that moment, he knows you're the one made for him. Feelings overcome him as your lips touch his jawline, tracing down his chin. Itachi gingerly pulls your face to his, capturing your lips harder than before. If he can't express his feelings in words, he'll have to do it in action. He needs to show you how badly he craves you. Your tongues meet each other again in a feverish dance.

You can feel your face warm by being bare before him. Itachi releases your lips and again takes all of you in with his penetrating gaze. Cupping your face, he tries to calm you as his padded thumb strokes your cheek.

Pulling you back in, he presses a kiss on the shell of your ear. "You're stunning," he whispers with your name. His large hands find your own as they guide you to hold onto him. "So incredibly beautiful." 

He's overwhelming you with his praise, but it doesn't stop you from wrapping your arms around his lithe shoulders. Allowing your fingers to trace small patterns on his back. The muscles below your fingers flex at every slight movement. 

"Itachi," you purr as you place a kiss at the crook of his shoulder. Itachi takes your encouragement and plants his face in your neck, kissing and sucking gently up your flesh.

Itachi can't stop himself from trapping the delicate skin between his lips and sucks gently. You release a quiet gasp and bite your lip to hold back a moan. Itachi trails down to your chest and does the same to the skin in that area. Before moving onto one of your nipples and trapping it in his mouth, sucking gently. He runs his warm tongue over your pebbled peak as you shake beneath him. You're already so sensitive to his touch. 

Itachi continues his journey down your body, below your stomach, pausing right before the hem of your panties to ask for permission with his dark eyes. You feel more heat rush to your face, seeing him begging to venture lower. You nod, biting your lower lip harder to keep in all the noises you want to escape. Wordlessly, you help him by slipping off your panties, now fully revealed to him. Itachi's eyes meet yours once more as he pushes apart your legs to allow him in. He crawls slowly back on top of you and captures your lips with his own again. 

Again, you pull him closer, both of you caught in the moment with your eyes shut. Itachi's fingers find your hips and trail to your thighs, stretching your legs around his waist. Fuck. He's so hard beneath his sleep pants he's not sure he can stand it much longer. You're so perfect to him. I love you, is on the tip of his tongue, ready to spill out at any moment. He knows he wants you to remember this first time together forever because Itachi is sure he'll never forget.        

Your soft fingers trace his bare shoulders, back, neck, and chest, making little patterns as they go. Itachi can't imagine having a moment like this with anyone else. Only you were worthy of this intimacy. 

Itachi's hand reaches between your legs, where you're already wet. His padded thumb skims over your clit as you let out a gasp. The slight touch causes you to break your kiss with him and fall back against the soft down pillows. Itachi has to bite his lip as he takes in your look of pleasure. Your eyes lay closed, your lips swollen from kisses, and your chest heaves in shallow breaths as he circles his thumb around your sensitive clit. He reaches down further, finding your awaiting entrance as he gathers your slick on his index finger and slowly inserts it. Your back arches at the intrusion, and more pleasure build inside you. 

"Itachi, please," you whine and lay your hand on his heated cheek, "I want you so badly." 

Itachi presses a quick peck to your lips before taking another moment to study your expression. He knows he can't hold back for much longer as he sits up on his knees and goes to remove his sleep pants. You watch his movements like an enthralling show, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Itachi kicks his pants off, letting them fall in a heap on the floor, and crawls back on top of you. As if it was natural for the two of you, you part your legs around his waist. His cock brushes against your lower stomach, and you gasp at how hard he already is. Again you find your fingers tracing the lines of his body. 

Gently you take his length in your hand as Itachi tries to fight back moans from the slightest touch. Stroking him, you smear the pearlescent drops of precum that weep from his tip. His length is larger than what you’ve seen before, with a prominent vein on the underside. Your mouth waters at the sight of him. 

Gingerly you guide him to your slick entrance and bring your gaze back to him before giving him a soft, "Please, 'Tachi." 

Itachi can't help but oblige, he’s stunned that you're pleading with him to take you. Fuck, he loves you. If only he could bring himself to say those words. 

"I want to be closer to you," Itachi breathes in your ear, encouraging you to wrap your arm around his shoulders, ultimately dissolving into him.

Itachi slowly slips into you as he catches your lips with his own and bottoms out inside of you. He swallows a gasp from you as both of you adjust. A whisper of your name lingers on his lips when he pulls away, those three little words begging to tumble out after.

"I love you, Itachi," you whisper to him.

An overwhelming amount of love and contentment fills his heart, the words he'd been so scared to say; you'd been thinking them all along. "I love you too." He brings his thumb to your face and strokes your cheek as he gazes into your eyes. You're absolutely perfect. 

Itachi begins to move gently, thrusting in and out of you, holding you to him as he builds up his speed. Everything outside of the two of you melts away, caught up in this peaceful world together. Itachi places soft kisses along your neck and collarbone as he continues his ministrations. Hitting perfectly in the spongy spot deep inside you, you can’t help but release a loud moan. Within moments pleasure washes over you as you tighten around Itachi's length with a shudder. Itachi groans at your walls gripping around him. You're so wet and tight, swallowing him greedily with every thrust. It feels terrific, like he could get drunk on you and only need you to survive. 

"Tachi, harder," you whine in his ear as you try desperately to pull him closer.

Itachi obliges immediately, increasing his speed as another gasp escapes your lips. Your hips crash into each other as he continues to hit that perfect spot in you. The coil inside of you is becoming impossibly tight, signaling your orgasm. You whisper his name like a prayer as your body tenses around him. Itachi doesn’t think you can get tighter than before, but a groan spills out of him as you reach your peak. Once more, he brings your lips to his as both of you reach your climax.   

Thick warm ropes of cum shoot inside you as you shake from the after-effects of your orgasm. Both of your breaths fill the room's silence as you try to catch your breath. You can't stop yourself from placing a kiss on Itachi's temple, his long hair cascading around it.

"I love you," Itachi whispers, more confident than before.

"I love you too."  

"We should probably check on the dogs," his voice is husky as he lets out a chuckle.

"Ah yes, I'm sure they are not happy campers being locked out of the bedroom for so long," you giggle as you move to get up to go to the bathroom. "Oh, and one more thing, will you play the piano for me now?" You turn to him before fully getting out of bed, putting on your best pleading look. 

A sly smile crosses Itachi's face; you always keep him on his toes. "Fine, only for you, though."

Of course, Itachi is a master of the piano. Watching him wholly enraptured in a skill he loves is a beautiful scene. The first time you watch him play, he closes his eyes and plays a soft lullaby. Sweet long notes fill the air and tickle the goosebumps on your skin. 

Not only is he beautiful as he plays, but his passion shines through as you watch his fingers delicately dance across the keys. You fall even harder for him at that moment. 

And the rest is history for the two of you. You move in a few short months after that with Dot. And while she isn't excited to share a space with another dog, you can tell she's becoming more fond of Spot. From practically ignoring him to sharing her overly fluffy and expensive bed with him, they eventually become two peas in a pod.

It's always fun going on a walk together, your little family of four. You love how Dot and Spot fall right into step between you and Itachi. Like all of you were meant to be a perfect little family from the very beginning. Who would've thought the man and dog who knocked you down would end up being one of the brightest moments of your life.

Thank you for reading!

[therantingfangirl]

There's no way to come up with a nickname based on my username...trust me, we've tried. Just call me Kenna!

Requests are opening soon! I will write NSFW and SFW. I live and breathe angst, and I absolutely love fluff when I'm in the right mood for it. When my requests open, I will write a new posts with rules and more information regarding what I will be writing.

AO3 | Masterlist | Rules

My OC:

Kurono Uzumaki Daiki Kazama Mamorou Kazama

Kinktober 2021 (I hate to admit that I'm still working on these)

Fandoms I write for:

Naruto Fruits Basket Tokyo Revengers Hunter x Hunter

Anime I love, in no particular order:

Naruto, Hunter x Hunter, Tokyo Revengers, Assassination Classroom, Fruits Basket, Bleach, Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Violet Evergarden

Other nerdy things I love:

Fantasy books, greek mythology (especially Medusa, Persephone, and Hades), Iron Man, Hawkeye, Batman, Jason Todd, Harley Quinn, Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones

Not-so-nerdy-things I love:

Dogs, rock music, punk music, the color black, tattoos, piercings, colored hair, baking, cooking, fluffy blankets, and travelling

My favorite characters that I would love to write for:

Naruto—Kankuro, Itachi, Deidara, Kisame, Konan, Obito, Hidan, Kakuzu, Sasori, Gaara, Temari, Genma, Kiba, Kakashi, Anko, Ino, Madara, Shikamaru, Shino (@justmyownreality is completely to blame for that one), and Suigetsu Fruits Basket—Hatsuharu, Kyo, Yuki, Shigure, and Hatori Tokyo Revengers—Draken, Mitsuya, Mikey, Baji, Kazutora, and Chifuyu Hunter x Hunter—Chrollo, Illumi, and Hisoka

Characters I won't write for:

Naruto—Sasuke, Danzo, Hanzo, Karin, and Hiruzen Fruits Basket—Kisa and Hiro Hunter x Hunter—I will write for Gon and Killua, but NOT if it's smut

Things I won't write about:

incest, pedophilia, rape, sexual assault of any kind, defecation, and piss

Please, be aware of the potential for spoilers for anything that I fangirl over. I will tag spoilers, but I cannot guarantee that you will not see any in a fic that I post!

I am a 25-year-old, bisexual, cis white woman. I try my best at writing things for a diverse audience, but I may not be able to fully expound upon certain experiences. Feel free to ask for authors that may be able to fit what you're looking for better, and I will do my best to find you one! My reader-inserts are female, but I do not include ANY descriptions. I can write gender neutral, if it is requested. I'd prefer not to write the reader as male, since that is not what I am familiar with.

Minors and ageless blogs, do not interact with any NSFW posts. I do not solely post NSFW so this space isn't necessary unwelcome, but it is present and you should proceed with caution.

This post is subject to change as time passes.

I do not give permission to anyone to copy any of my information or writing for themselves.

I love to rant and talk about the things I love, so feel free to talk to me about them, either anon or not!

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