#sasuke uchiha oneshot

[h8ani]

Prompt #21 with Sasuke from Naruto please! 🥰 Surprise me!

Part One → Part Two → Part Three → Part Four

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis: you hate him and he hates you, but when he shows up out of nowhere demanding to speak to you all of those years of pent up hatred come out

Warnings: this is the first smut I wrote in years so that’s a warning in itself, rough doggy, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, angry sasuke, oral (female receiving), missionary for 2.5 seconds, angry reader at sasuke

Prompt: “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

A/N - look I actually tried really hard on this and I lowkey wanna make a pt2 to this so please tell me if y’all would want it! Feel free to request a prompt!

"Isn't he so cute!"

"I'm going to marry him someday."

"Sasuke is so cool!"

Hearing his name you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You couldn't stand his attitude even at your young age. It was always someone trying to one up the other, whether it be you excelling in your chakra control or him beating someone else in seconds in a sparring match. You hated him, you hated his attitude and you hated how every girl would throw herself in front of a kunai for him. You hated Sasuke Uchiha and he hated you.

Your feelings towards him weren't one sided either, he could've left you alone but no, he had to bother you any chance he got. Clearly he developed damage to his brain where he can't learn to develop the skills of empathy and self control.

The teasing wasn't that bad, it was the shitty tricks he'd pull and act like it wasn't him. If you wanna pull a prank on someone at least take ownership instead of being a pussy. Did you just call a 12 year old a pussy? Yes. Yes you did. Sasuke Uchiha at 12 years old was a pussy and you've told him that to his face too.

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"You're leaving." You say as more of a statement than a question. You look at the brooding kid in front of you, his hand on his backpack strap tightening as he stares angrily at you.

"What does it matter to you?"

"It doesn't but-"

"Then shut up and mind your business." He interjects quickly causing you to stare daggers at him.

"You're a pussy." You push off from the wall you were leaning on and brush past him. "You were weak during exams and you're weak now." You begin to walk away past him when his grips the collar of your shirt and slams you back into the wall you were on. "Hey asshole!-"

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He cuts you off, his face only mere inches from you.

"You wanna kiss pretty boy?" You shove him away as hard as you can creating some distance between the two of you. "Just get the fuck out of the village already."

And so he did.

You couldn't feel any happier once Sasuke was out of the village. The pain in your ass wasn't there anymore and you felt like you didn't need to prove yourself as the top of your class anymore even though you have been graduated from the academy for over two years. You were perfectly fine without him, everyone else he supposedly made 'friends' with, if he was even able to make actual friends that is; they were worried, suddenly wanting to go out and retrieve him like he was taken. Once again Sasuke was the top priority to everyone minds.

You couldn't care less about Sasuke Uchiha.

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He hasn't crossed your mind on your own accord in years. You hadn't seen him in years, you know he's still a topic around the village but you tend to zone everyone out when he gets brought up and at this point in time it's been working. Out of sight, out of mind, he could have gotten himself killed in a random battle and you don't think you'd shed a single tear for him.

You hear a bang at your front door which catches your attention immediately, you go to ignore it thinking it's the neighbor's kid across from your apartment kicking the ball they had against your door until the banging becomes repetitive, the more bangs coming from the other side of the door the louder they became. You swing the door open looking to see who or what was the cause of the annoying noise only to be shoved to the side into the door frame. "What the hell!" You raise your voice grabbing the wrist of who barged in, you get overpowered and pulled back into your apartment and the door gets slammed. You look up at the intruder who shoved his way into your home and see him. "Sasuke?"

Sasuke looks frustrated to say the least. He has the same signature scowl he's always had on his face and the same posture with his arms crossed over his chest while looking around your apartment. There doesn't seem to be a difference in the way he looks at you either, the same hatred behind his eyes as always, even with him being the one rudely shoving his way inside.

"(Y/N)." He said simply with nothing coming after. You waited a few moments if he was just trying to be dramatic with his entrance. He never said anything after that.

"Why are you back in the village?"

"I'm not." You roll your eyes and huff a sigh.

"Why are you here in my apartment then?" You mimic his body and cross your arms over your chest, his head turns to face you and his eyes stare at you intensely. You'd say you were used to this but after so many years you've grown unaccustomed to the look he used to give you because it was nothing like this.

"I'm here to talk, I need to-"

"Why am I supposed to care what you need?" You  insert before he's done speaking. He huffs a breath and soon enough his eyes shoot the daggers you remember.

"I don't expect you to I just need-"

"How about you tell me why you left the village in the first place?" You cut him off mid sentence once again. You don't care about his needs, you don't care about him at all, but you'd like some answers. "Was it like everyone was saying? That you just wanted to grow stronger? So did you find it? Did you get stronger like you wanted?"

"That doesn't matter I don't need to answer that right now, you clearly already know the answer to that." He rolls his eyes and let his arms fall from his chest.

Sasuke was never a man of many words, he was never a man at all he was just a little boy, but with his responses you can't help but bug him about it. Call it being nosy or call it you always zoning everyone out the second you hear his name so you never actually found out the reasoning for him abandoning the village.

"So you're still weak? You're still that little kid who does nothing but bitch and complain about wanting revenge. You may have grown up in these last few years but you're still that sad, pathetic, weakling-" Your shoulders are shoved and pinned to the wall behind you in a moment, you gasp out at the sudden jolt in your back and look up at the angry ravenette.

"Shut up." He growls lowly and if looks could kill, not that he could but you'd probably drop dead if he wished it.

"Make me you prick." You look at him, your stare unwavering as the pressure on your shoulders feels tighter.

There is no sound in your home but everything seems to be buzzing in your ears. Sasuke's face only inches from yours, seemingly just like when he left the village. You feel a sudden wave of nostalgia if you can even call it that as it wasn't a fond memory to think back on. You wait for his response, you look into his eyes and can't decipher what's going on in his head. His grip on your shoulders loosen before he crashes his lips onto yours, his hand now finding a place onto the back of your neck to pull you even closer to him.

Your eyes widen in shock as you don't kiss him back. The kiss surprising you but what is even more of a shock is who is kissing you. You feel him pull away and the look he gives you is mixed with annoyance and frustration. "Just kiss me back." He pauses and smirks, "Or are you too much of a pussy." Your eyes darken with anger as he used your insult to him against yourself. He doesn't wait for your answer before he pulls you back to his lips, you instantly kissing back.

The kiss was hard and the only emotion behind it was the hatred you feel towards him. Your lips molded together as you two kissed, his hand found it's way from the back of your neck to tangling itself in your hair while you felt his grip tighten sending a tingling sensation to your scalp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in heating the kiss up in an instant.

You could feel him press against you, his leg sliding between yours and pressing against your clothed core, a small sound comes out but is quickly swallowed down by him. His lips leave yours to slowly kiss down your jaw, it was excruciatingly slow the way he kissed you, from your jaw to your neck to the sweet spot he found almost instantly. You bit back a moan but he made sure to take his time marking up your neck.

The feeling of his thigh was hard to push to the back of your mind, all you could feel was Sasuke and what he was doing to you. You hate him, you hate how he's making you react right now and you hate at how good he is and neither of you have even taken a single piece of clothing off of each other yet. You hate even more the needy words that come out of your mouth next.

"Bedroom." You say almost breathlessly, you could feel the smirk he gives against your neck before quickly going back to your lips. His hands slide to your waist and pull you to him and walk you back not daring to break from the kiss. He pushes open one door and you feel your ass bump into something hard and cold, you pull away from him to see you backed up against your washing machine. "You idiot, this is the wrong room." You roll your eyes and walk past him going into your bedroom.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know that it's not like I've been in your apartment." He scoffs following you and kicking the door shut.

"Oh I bet you must've dreamed-" your words were short lived as he spun you around and kissed you quieting you down.

Kissing Sasuke wasn't like all the books you've read, it wasn't sweet, it wasn't like being with your ex's when you were in love. His kiss was full of passion, it's a kiss of desire and a feeling of pent up frustrations he nor you have been able to let out. Frustrations at each other, at the world, at everything. Sasuke was a damn good kisser too which annoyed you even further.

His lips left yours to tug off your top, the fabric quickly being discarded to a random corner in your room. His eyes ate your figure up, seeing how your breasts layed there perfectly in your bra you were wearing. A low groan left his lips as he went to kiss up your chest, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of your skirt and started to tug it down past your thighs pooling around your ankles. You quickly kicked them away and pulled at his shirt. "Off." You demand and he takes no time in removing his shirt before pushing you back to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees."

"Spread." He now is the one demanding. You go to spread your legs before pausing and closing them causing a confused look to cross his face.

"This doesn't change anything between us. I still hate you." His confusion quickly deadpans before shaking his head.

"God shut up." He spreads your legs and pushes your panties to the side before slowly swiping his thumb along your slit and pressing it to your clit causing you to gasp. "You're soaked." It was more of a statement than anything but feeling his thumb start to roll little circles on your clit sent a shockwave up your body. You watched him as he stared at your pussy.

"Are you going to sit and stare or are you going to actually do something pretty boy?" Your words rang in his ears and he slowly looked up at you, the same irritation growing in him like it did all those years ago when you'd call him that name. His thumb left your clit and his index and middle finger slowly pushed it and curled causing you to let out a small moan. He could feel you already clenching around them as he started to pump them in and out of you. "Stop calling me that." His head dipped down between your thighs and licked a long swipe before settling on your clit making you let out another moan.

"I can't help it." You say running your fingers through his hair. "You're a pretty- ahh fuck..." Sasuke sucks on your clit harshly, his fingers curling and uncurling from your gspot making your mind go fuzzy with the pleasure he's giving you. Your fingers tighten in his hair tugging slightly, "Fuck Sasuke." You throw your head back taking in the feeling of his tongue and fingers working on you. You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten up and you screw your eyes shut feeling the pleasure hit you. You feel dizzy and can't focus on anything but Sasuke. He tugs your panties down past your hips and tosses them to the side before finally undoing his pants. You fall back against your bed, chest heavy as that was one orgasm that knocked the wind out of you.

You feel the bed dip down before you're turned over to your stomach, a harsh smack heard before you felt his hand come across your ass. "Ass up." He says, his voice low as he picks up your hips positioning them to his liking. You feel him bring the tip of his cock up and down your slit causing you to shiver. You can just feel the smirk on his face before he pushes in giving you no moment to get adjusted. You let out a mix of a moan and groan feeling him stretch you out, you not having any sort of sex in a while is the excuse you'd like to give but you also didn't expect Sasuke to be big in the slightest.

His hands gripped your hips and brought you back with each thrust, you arched your back and dropped your head letting out small moans as he hit a spot in you that you haven't felt before. "You ever felt this good before with anybody else?" You could hear the smugness in his voice. "You're so fucking tight, don't tell me, you weren't saving yourself for anyone were you?" He chuckles as he thinks what he's saying is funny, you throw your hand back ready to smack him but he quickly catches it and pins your arm behind your back pushing you further into the mattress as he slams into you at a slower pace. "Of course you weren't, you take my cock too well."

You could feel every inch of him with every hard thrust he gives you, feeling him deep in your stomach as you grip the bedsheets tighter and tighter.  "Please go faster." You whine out without meaning to. Sasuke pulls out and flips you to your back before slowly pushing back in making you moan. He leaned forward his thrusts picking up pace and making you look at him.

The close proximity of him making you nervous all of a sudden, missionary was for eye contact, kissing, all of that intimate shit. Doggy style is much more your style with Sasuke. You don't have to look at him. The smirk on his face makes you question him before he speaks. "Who knew you were such a needy sub." Your eyebrows furrow as you go to speak but the words died on your tongue when Sasuke brings his fingers to your clit again bringing you close to your second orgasm. "You're just taking my dick like a good girl, aren't you?" You shake your head refusing to listen to him. His fingers move faster on your clit giving you the perfect amount of pressure to send you back over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut and head pressed back in your mattress as you orgasmed for the second time in the night. You can feel Sasuke's hips stutter as he fucks you through your orgasm, his pace quickening even more before you felt him stop and let out a low groan as he came inside you.

Your eyes shoot open as you smack his arm, "You did not! Not inside you idiot!" You shove him off of you as you quickly go to your bathroom that's connected to your room.

Sasuke chuckles to himself before letting out a small "oops." He sits himself up on your bed and gets himself dressed. He can hear you grumbling in the bathroom and the shower starting to run as he gets finished. He stands up and makes his way around your room walking to the door before his eyes laid upon picture frames on your dresser. He can faintly see pictures of your closest friends, some recent and some old but what catches his eyes the most was a picture taken when you were in the academy. It was when the top of the class got a picture taken and both you and Sasuke tied for number one. Both of you were upset that you had to take a picture together and it was evident on your faces. Your arms were crossed while glaring at the camera man and whoever had to have forced the picture and Sasuke was looking over to the side, his hand on his hip and looking as annoyed as ever.

Out of all the photos you put in a frame you put that one even as you hated him.

Hate. It's a funny emotion. Isn't it?

[13as07]

My Son

(Sasuke Uchiha)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pizaya]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,256

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Implied Sex

Teen Pregnancy

Childbirth

Sorry, it jumps around a lot at the start

Angst :)

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"Thank you," Sasuke mutters, his blood-red sharingans glowing in the darkness of the room, slowly rolling across my face. His nose is rested against me, moving just as slow as his eyes, back and forth against mine. It's the only part of himself he lets touch me despite the recent events that took place between us.

We're both laid under my bedsheets, the black cloth being the only thing covering the two of us. Sasuke is still dripping out of me, promising to stain my sheets, but I don't care. I don't want to get up and break the small moment I have with him. It's been years since we've had a second alone, much less a whole night. How long has it been? Three or four years? I don't have the energy to figure it out.

It's strange, how being apart so long hasn't broken our infatuation with each other. It's also strange how quick we were to connect in such a way. How quickly he brushed his lips against mine, how quickly his hands were under my nightshirt, how quickly he was to kneel on the floor to please me.

"I should be thanking you," I murmur, my eyes dancing over his pale skin, missing the soft pink they held a few moments ago.

"You do not have to thank me," Sasuke whispers, tipping his head so his lips can brush against mine. "Happy seventeenth, Beloved," he mutters before fully resting his lips against mine. They're still tainted with the taste of me, a tad sour but he doesn't seem to mind.

If anything, he seems to enjoy it, proven further when he pulls away from me. His tongue slips out, sliding across his bottom lip as his eyes fall off my face, dropping toward my breasts again. Sasuke's eyes seem to glow more as his advanced sight stumbles across every inch of exposed skin.

"Let me gift you again," he coos, his hands sliding under the bed sheets, quickly gripping my thigh. "If you wish for that, Beloved."

"Please?"

A grin quickly spreads across his face, cockiness instantly waving off of him. "Whatever the birthday girl wishes," he mutters, dipping below the sheets, and floating his way between my knees.

"Stay?" I slowly ask, my hands stumbling around to find his hair, wrapping around the raven-colored locks.

Sasuke's head pops up, the blanket spilling off of me and ending on his back. The gentleness of his face is gone, replaced with the usual stone expression he wears. "No."

I tilt my head back, staring at the ceiling as my eyes blink rapidly, trying to push back the tears. "Why?" I peep out, trying to keep my voice steady.

Sasuke crawls up my body, his lips slowly kissing up my stomach the whole way. "You know why," he whispers against my neck, finishing the short path to my lips. His nose settles on mine again, his eyes baring into me. "Don't cry, Beloved," he coos, kissing away the tears that spill down my cheeks. "Let's enjoy our night. Stop crying over me, just enjoy what I'm able to offer you."

"Alright," I breathe out, my voice shaking with the single word. "I love you."

"I know."

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"I can't. I can't. I can't do this! I can't do this!" I scream, my body ravaged in pain. It feels like I'm being torn in two, every inch of my body screams at me to make it stop.

"You're doing great. Just breath. In and out," Naruto coos, his hands wrapped around one of mine. He exaggerates his breathing, trying to model the breathing the doctors and nurses and every other soul in the room keep trying to make me do.

"Take your breathing and shove it up your ass!" I screech, digging my nails into his hand. Another loud groan of pain follows the insult, my eyes burning and blurred with tears. Why do people have kids? It's not worth it. This baby better be the next goddamn Hokage if I'm going through all this pain for it. "Make it stop. Please. Naruto, make it stop."

"I can't. I'm sorry. You're doing great," he continues to coddle, peppering kisses across my knuckles.

"Come on, Mama, we need another push. You can do this."

"I can't," I cry, my mind foggy, not being able to focus on anything except the tearing happening between my legs. "Where's Kakashi? I need Kakashi. Where is he?" I sob, being able to focus on something else for a split second. The sting of my Sensei not being here after promising almost hurts more... just kidding.

My abdomen cramps again, tearing a pain-filled scream from my lungs. Fuck Sasuke. Fuck him abandoning the village. Abandoning me, not being here when he should be. Fuck him for not pulling out. Fuck Kakashi for not being here. Fuck Sakura for being away on a mission. Fuck Naruto and his dumbass optimism.

"Just breathe. We're almost there. We got this."

"We?! We?!" I yell at him, snapping my head to glare at him. "Are we pushing a baby out of our vagina? Are we getting ripped to shreds? Were we stuck eating ice chips for the past two hours? There's no we in this situation. Fuck. Off," I lecture, tugging my hand out of his hold before I try - and fall - to shove him away from me. "Go away. I don't want you here. I want Sensei. Where is Kakashi? Go fucking find him."

"Right. Kakashi. I'll go find Kakashi!" Naruto babbles, slamming a kiss to my sweaty forehead before he races out of the room, listening to me for once today.

"We need you to push, Mama. Come on, push," the doctor orders again, instantly filling my chest with a mix of fear and dread. I do, reluctantly, listen, trying to push this fucking bowling ball out of me. My voice is raspy and strained, another long and high-pitched screech tearing from my throat. "You're doing great. Breath Mama. Deep breath and another push. You got this. You're amazing."

"I can't. I really can't," I sob, rapidly shaking my head, no.

"Yes, you can. You're strong," my Sensei's soothing voice butts in from beside my hospital bed, cutting in before the doctor can respond.

"Fuck you. You're a terrible person. I hate you," I wail, snapping my head toward his voice.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry," he soothes, his hands cupping my cheeks. Kakashi's fingers feel cool against my face, eating away at some of the heat burning my skin. His fingertips are quickly getting wet, some strands of my sweat-soaked hair are wrapped around his digits. "I thought I'd be back before you went into labor," he explains, his thumbs rubbing against my cheeks.

"I hate you. I hate Sasuke. I hate everything. Fuck you. Fuck him. He's a terrible person. I hope he burns in hell. I hope you burn in hell. Why weren't you here? I asked you to be here."

"I know, Honey. I know," Kakashi keeps repeating, his head tipping down to smother my face in mask-covered kisses. "You need to keep pushing, though. You need to push."

"I can't," I yelp, my hands jumping up to cling to his wrists, digging my nails into his skin, not caring if I rip at his flesh. "Please, Sensei, make it stop."

"Sweetheart, I can't. The only way it's going to stop is if you keep pushing. You need to push. You got this."

Hissy breathes, steaming tears and more pain-filled sounds spill out, mixing with the chatter of the doctor, nurses, and my Sensei cooing at me. It feels like forever has passed, but Kakashi keeps insisting it's only been an hour. After a few more pushes, something loosens in me, forcing a shaky and airy breath out of my lungs.

A screech fills the room, a new kind of fear weighing on my chest when the sound hits my ears. "My baby," I yelp, jerking forward to lunge at the doctor. Instantly, strong ripples of pain shoot through me, feeling worse than the labor itself.

"Honey," Sensei snaps, trying to keep his voice light as he gently pushes me back down. "You need to lay down. You're in no condition to be jerking around like that."

"My baby," I wail, shoving to get Kakashi off of me so I can try and grab my newborn again. "He's crying. I need to fix it. Give me my baby. Make them give me my baby."

"Please, Sweetheart, you have to let the doctors do their job."

"I want my baby!" I shriek, my eyes falling on a very pale-looking Naruto. His eyes are wide, looking at the scissors a nurse is holding out to him.

"I know. I know, but you have to wait. They have to make sure he's okay, that you're okay."

I fall silent, tears still rolling down my face because of the pain I'm in and the sounds of my baby - of my son - screaming. "He?" I ask, my mind too foggy to process what my friend is saying as he cuts the umbilical cord.

"Yes, he," Kakashi repeats, his hand wrapping around mine, clinging to it as his free fingers slide through my hair. "You did great, Honey. Your son is beautiful. You are absolutely beautiful."

"I want my baby," I repeat, the sound of him wailing being the only thing I can focus on. My chest feels hollow, filled with dread and fear. Why haven't they given me my baby? I want to see him, hold him. I need him. I need Kakashi to make them give him to me.

"I know. You can have him soon, I promise," Sensei coos, helping me lay back down as he nods along to whatever the doctors are saying. His head settles pressed against mine again, more masked kisses stamped to my face as he plays with my hair. "You need to take care of yourself right now. We need to make sure you're okay. The nurses will make sure your baby is alright, okay?"

"I want my baby."

My son falls quiet, only making me more fearful. Why is he so quiet? How am I supposed to know where he is? I can't see him and now I can't even hear him.

Kakashi keeps cooing at me, petting my hair and smothering me in affection as he tries to keep me calm. The doctor is talking to me too, explaining what she's doing to me, but I can't process anything except the continued screams of my son. Every second that passes feels like an eternity, the abyss of dread deepening the longer he's apart from me.

"Alright, Mama, are you ready to hold your son?" A nurse asks, breaking the frozen time it felt like I was in.

"I want my baby."

"He's all yours," the nurse murmurs, carefully resting my baby on my chest.

The weight of my son on my body instantly drains the sea of negativity in my chest, quickly filling it with love instead. "My baby," I whisper, carefully resting my hand on his back. He feels so warm yet so small against me. "It's my baby."

"It's your baby, and you are my baby," Sensei coos, his fingertips feathering over the hand I have rested against my son's back, more kisses being stamped into my mess of hair. "My strong, powerful, beautiful baby."

Slowly, I turn my head to the side, finally getting to see what my child looks like. He's fast asleep, his back repeatedly rising with his breaths. With every breath I watch him take, it feels like it's easier for me to breathe too. His cheeks are pink. Well, all of him is tinted a bit pink, but his cheeks more so than the rest of him. There's a tuff of black hair on his head, more hair than I'd expect for a newborn. The same beautiful hair his father has.

"He's beautiful," I whisper, fresh tears pricking my eyes.

"Just like his mommy," Naruto mutters, slowly approaching the side of the bed and taking the spot next to our Sensei. "Did you pick a name yet?"

"Mikoto," I whisper, resting my head against the pillows and finally letting my eyes fall closed. "Mikoto Uchiha. After Sasuke's..." I fall silent, wanting to hold on to one of the only parts of my son's father I still have. That secret will stay with me, sealed behind my lips until my son is old enough to know his history, his father's history, and his clan's history.

"It's a beautiful name, Honey," Kakashi murmurs, coasting his hand through my hair again. "You did a good job."

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"Mikoto!" I lash my son's name out, sending him a pointed look. Instantly, my son's dark eyes are on me, a weary smile on his face as his hands fall away from his shirt. His newest obsession is randomly taking his shirt off and running around topless. Usually, that's fine, but I don't think Naruto and Hinata would enjoy their nephew lacking a shirt at their wedding, especially since he's the ring bear.

"Sorry Mommy," he mutters, his smile strengthening before he dashes away, back to bother Naruto and his groomsmen. Mikoto has been running between the bridal shower dressing room and the groom's dressing room. At least he's entertained, I guess.

"I'm sorry," I murmur, rubbing my temples as I apologize to Hinata.

     "It's alright. I know Oto and you come as a packaged deal with Naruto," the bride-to-be whispers, smiling at me in the mirror she's staring into. "Not that I mind, Mikoto is adorable," she adds, tilting her head to avoid her hairstylist cutting off her view of me. "I'm excited he's going to be in the wedding."

     "Well, that makes one of us," I chuckle, dropping my hands away from my head. "I'm terrified he's going to strip down the aisle." That causes the rest of the girls to softly laugh too, the joyful noise filling the room.

At least until there's a crashing noise outside of the room. "Grapa Kash!" My son yelps, instantly shoving me into overdrive.

"Oto?!" I yell, slamming the door open before racing my way through it. "Oto!" I repeat, heading toward the direction the crash came from. When I turn the corner of the hallway, the sound of glass under my shoes fills my ears, sending fear-filled shivers down my spine.

I coddle my son a lot, probably more than necessary, but I feel justified in my choice to do so. His whole family - both by blood and water - is made up of powerful shinobis. Powerful shinobis with many powerful enemies. Pair that with the fact I have no clue where his father is, what he's been doing, or who he's pissed off, and it leaves me with a lot of anxiety, a lot of things to worry about, especially since he's the spitting image of his father.

"Mikoto?" I snap out, scanning the hallway for him. My eyes fall on Kakashi, kneeling on the ground as his hands shift up and down.

"Mommy!" He chirps, his head popping over my Sensei's shoulder, his floppy black hair bouncing as he moves his head.

My chest loosens at the sight of Mikoto's smiling face, starting to put my nerves at ease. I swear my son's eyes melt all my worries away in seconds. "You scared me, baby," I sigh, quickly making my way over to the two.

"That's because mommy doesn't know how to loosen the apron strings," Sensei mocks, still patting my son down, checking for any possible injuries.

"Maybe if Grandpa and Uncle Naruto and Aunt Sakura weren't such legendarily hated shinobis it would be easier to loosen them," I hiss, squatting down next to them. "Come here, baby." Mikoto leaps forward, his arms wrapping around my neck as he shoves his cheek against mine. My eyes flutter closed, letting the weight of my son hugging me eat away at the rest of my worries. "What happened?"

Mikoto loosens our hug, his small hands gripping my hair, trying to play with it the way he's seen Kakashi do a million times. "I was seeing Naru and Shi and Cho-Cho."

I hum along to his story, sliding my hands up his sides just to double-check for injuries. Just in case. Maybe Kakashi missed something.

"Then weird guy and then he drop cups and then Grapa and then you."

"Weird guy?" I mutter, tightening my arms around my son, and tugging him against me. "What weird guy?" I ask, barely picking up on the rest of Mikoto's story. "Oto, what weird guy?" I push, my anxiety quickly picking up again. My head is on a swivel, looking around the hallway as I climb to my feet, keeping my son as close to me as possible.

"That one," he mutters, pointing down the hallway. The door to the groom's men's changing room is open, white light and hushed voices spilling out from it. Mikoto is luckily not picking up on my worries, unbothered as he fists my hair again. "I want Naru."

"No," I yelp, trying not to squeeze him any tighter. My head is running a million a minute, my lungs... not so much. It feels like they're not working at all.

"Calm down," Kakashi softly shushes, his hands falling to my shoulders, softly massaging them. "It wasn't anyone bad. Just an old friend. One that Mikoto doesn't know. He's fine, he's safe. Calm yourself." A deep sigh leaves my parted lips, my body relaxing at the explanation. It was probably just Gaara. That's no biggie.

My arms loosen on my son, my eyes closing for a moment before I flutter them open again. "Kisses," I mutter, puckering my lips. Oto's attention shifts from my hair to my face, his lips puckering. I litter him in kisses as he tries doing the same, my lipstick smearing on his cheeks. "What are you?"

"Two!"

"Yes, you're two," I giggle, my breath still edged. "But what are you?"

"Strong."

"And?"

"Hun-some."

"And?"

"Mommy's!" He cheers, arms around my beck again as he clings to me.

"Yes, you are. You are mommy's everything. Mommy's heart. Mommy's soul. Mommy's baby."

"And the root of mommy's anxiety," Kakashi pokes at me, his arms slipping between the two of us to take my son from my arms. "Let's go get you cleaned up, Oto."

"You shouldn't say stuff like that in front of him," I lecture my Sensei, glaring at him as I hold my son's hand. It's weird how it can seem so small yet so big at the same time. It's a lot bigger than it was when I first held it, but it still feels so small in my hand.

Kakashi rolls his eyes, taking Mikoto's hand from me. "You should go say hello," he tells - more like orders me, shifting my son in his hold. "And the two of us are going to go wash that lipstick off of you, aren't we?" He coos at his grandson, walking away, leaving me alone in the hallway.

My eyes trail after them, locked on my son until Sensei turns the corner, cutting off my sight of Oto. My nerves are still on edge, anxious about having my son parted from me, but Kakashi does have a bit of a point. I'm too attached and need to start getting my worries under control, especially with him starting preschool next year.

My eyes fall closed again, inhaling a few deep breaths before slowly releasing them. Mikoto is fine, he's with Kakashi. The whole place is littered with the top shinobis of our village. Nothing is going to happen to him. It's fine, he's fine, I'm fine. It was just Gaara who got startled seeing a child. That's not surprising, he's always jumpy with kids.

Once my worries are mostly packed away, I shake my shoulders, trying to wiggle the rest of my nerves off as I head down the hallway. Sending Oto to preschool next year is going to kill me.

"Are you kidding me? You... you can't just... you have to be kidding me, Naruto," a voice picks up the closer to the room I get.

I stall next to the door, leaning against the wall so I can continue eavesdropping without being seen. "I don't know what you expected from me. I did - and still do - what I think you would want," Naruto responds, his voice strained as he fights with whoever. I'm starting to think it's not Gaara.

"I would have wanted a letter. From someone. From her, from you, Sakura, Kakashi, anybody in this damn village."

"It wasn't our place, for starters, and you just recently... I don't even know. Stopped trying to destroy the village? I don't exactly think that's what she would want for him."

"Does she even know? Anything?"

"Of course not," Naruto snorts, anger slowly trickling into his voice. "She's been stressed enough. Stressed with you leaving her again and again, stressed with Oto, stressed with the war, with life. The last thing she needed was to worry about what you were doing. What crimes you were committing. She was a wreck when I told her about our fight. She is riddled with so much anxiety that it makes me anxious."

"Who names their kid Oto?" The other man complains, a displeased chuckle huffing out after the question.

"It's short for Mikoto. After your mom, jackass," Shikamaru grumbles, spilling out the secret meaning behind my son's name. Shika has filled in a lot in my son's life, being there when Kakashi and Naruto can't be. One night, I got a little too anxious and balled in his arms, crying about how I regretted naming my son after his grandmother.

As soon as the memory fades away, the realization of what he said - more specifically, who he said it to - sets in. The weird guy wasn't, isn't Gaara. The weird guy is Mikoto's father, the village's biggest threat, Naruto's greatest rival, and the biggest heartbreak of my life.

My body moves forward before I can think about it, jaggedly making my way to standing in the frame of the room's door. My hands cling to the wood of the frame, my breath caught in my throat as I look into the room.

"Hey, you shouldn't - "

"Please shut up," I mutter, cutting off Naruto who freezes his steps toward me. "You... you don't get to... you," I mutter, ridgly shaking my head as my voice struggles to work its way out. My mind is both blank and so packed, making it difficult to form any thought even if my voice could work.

"You named him after my mom?" Sasuke asks, his face twisted with so many unreadable emotions, his eyes jerking around my face. One of his eyes is the natural black color I'm used to, the natural dark color our son inherited from him. The other is made of purple swirls; a lot different than the last time I stared into his eyes.

"Ya," I exhale, my chest pumping one overdrive as my eyes prick with tears, a mix of happiness, sadness, longing, and the pain from struggling to breathe. "He's two."

"I... figured," he whispers, his eyes falling down my form, making me self-conscious and spiking my anxiety even more. I don't look anything like I did when we were seventeen. I've gained weight, courtesy of the pregnancy and retiring from the shinobi life. "You... you were pregnant. You gave birth. You... you have a son. You have my son. You carried my son, you birthed my son, you are raising my son. You - "

"My son," I cut him off, my voice coming out shaky despite my attempt to sound strong. I don't sound strong, I don't feel strong. I feel like a deer staring into the eyes of a wolf. "I... I have done all of it. I... I gave birth to him without you. I carried out the... the whole pregnancy without you. He... he is two. Two years without you. His whole life without you. I did that. I did that. Because you... you ranked your anger and... and vengeance higher than me, then us. He's my son."

Sasuke's eyes stay frozen on my face, his expression still mixing as he looks at me. "Okay," he finally answers, breathing out the word as his eyes droop over me again. "Does... does he..."

"Ya, he does," I answer the unspoken question, already knowing the only thing Mikoto's father could possibly care about at the moment. "I made sure he had your name. I made sure I wouldn't raise my son to be ashamed of his heritage, which is more than you could ever do."

"Beloved - "

I turn away, trying to keep it together as I walk away from the room. I get more light-headed with every step I take, my lungs feeling like they're trying to suck oxygen in through a blocked straw. "You're okay," Shikamaru mutters, popping out of nowhere, his hand clinging to my elbow to help keep me steady. "Oto is okay too. Kakashi won't let Sasuke anywhere near him without your approval. Your son is safe."

I am safe. My son is safe. Safe from the world, safe from his father, safe from Sasuke's mistakes. My son is safe.

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can somebody stop my obsession with him

Sasuke Uchiha’s quiet ways to show he cares

Sasuke Uchiha, who doesn’t say “I love you” often, but presses his forehead to yours in rare, quiet moments—his silence speaking louder than words ever could.

Sasuke Uchiha, who calls you annoying but looks for you the second you’re gone too long.

Sasuke Uchiha, who stands in front of you during fights—not because you need protection, but because he refuses to let anything touch you.

Sasuke Uchiha, who tells you not to rely on him, but always ends up being there first when things go wrong.

Sasuke Uchiha, who scoffs when you get hurt, muttering about carelessness—while his hands are already bandaging the wound, slower than necessary, his voice drops to a whisper, and your name sounds almost fragile on his lips.

Sasuke Uchiha, who doesn’t laugh at your jokes but smirks faintly when you’re not looking.

Sasuke Uchiha, who looks unimpressed when you’re angry, but the faintest smirk betrays the fact that he thinks you’re cute when you’re frustrated.

Sasuke Uchiha, who rarely compliments you, but you catch him staring like you’re the only thing worth looking at.

Sasuke Uchiha, who always says, ���I’ll be fine,” but looks at you a little too long before leaving for missions—as if memorizing the way you look before he goes.

Sasuke Uchiha, who lets you vent without interruption, arms crossed as he leans against a tree. later, without explanation, you notice he’s already taken care of what was bothering you.

Sasuke Uchiha, who criticizes your form during training, but his hands ghost over yours, adjusting your grip without a word.

Sasuke Uchiha, who rolls his eyes when you complain about being tired, but slows his pace without saying a word.

another smau with sasuke

naruto one

kakashi one

[coradal]

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 U𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚

★ shisui, itachi, sasuke, obito

✯ 🇸���🇭 🇮 🇸 🇺 🇮 ✯

- Shisui is fast. the moment he hears you were hurt, he moves, searching every battlefield and ruined village he passed.

- when he finds you, he feels his heart squeeze. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here. I got you," he reassured you, but he was mostly trying to reassure it to himself.

- he lifted you into his arms gently and carefully to avoid causing you anymore harm

- he tries his best to keep his composure, but there's a light shake in his voice that gives him away. "im sorry" is all you say after you could muster up the energy to talk

- "you really scared me, you know that?" he pressed his forehead to yours before taking off once again and not stopping once until you got to safety and taken care of.

✯ 🇴 🇧 🇮 🇹 🇴 ✯

- as soon as the news hit his ears, he was gone in a blur. he began panicking as he searched every possible place you could've been. a thousand thoughts were going through his mind in such a short period of time

- the idea of you being alone, in pain, is enough to make him feel like his heart was about to split. every second he couldn't find you was agonizing and only made him speed up.

- when he finally spots to you, his breath caught in his throat, and he sped towards you, praying you were alive

- he kneels beside you and cups your face, "Thank God," he kept repeating to himself. he kept staring at you, scanning over your face and body just to reassure himself you were alive.

- he picks you up as gentle as he could, being as delicate as he could with you. he takes you to get medical help and doesn't let you leave his sight for a looooong time after.

✯ 🇮 🇹 🇦 🇨 🇭 🇮  ✯

- the moment he hears what happened, his calm demeanor instantly changed, only slightly, but enough for those who know him to notice.

- he disappears without a word, using his sharingan to look over the last place he knew you were at, his heart pounding faster and harder than he'd like to admit.

- when he finally finds you battered and barely conscious, he immediately sweeps you up. wiping your hair, dirt and any dust off your face.

- "i won't leave you again." is all he says as he feels his heart race, he slowly picks her up, bridal style, as she lets her head hang back in exhaustion, itachi's heart tightened at the sight.

✯🇸 🇦 🇸 🇺 🇰 🇪 ✯

- when someone tells him that youre injured his eyes immediately swirl into the familiar red flares, "where?" he snapped, his voice cold and sharp.

- when everyone says that they cant get contact or find her, he began to quietly panic to himself, trying to look as composed as he could in front of the others

- "go send out people to find her," he ordered quickly, taking off into a separate direction

- when he goes on his own path to find you, he sees you lying against a tree with your head back, panting for air.

-he almost appears at your side in less than a second, and when he sees you wounded and barely breathing, he dropped to his knees and looks at you, "who did this," he asked, the air around them thickening.

- when you laugh instead of answering, his face contorted into a confused look as you slowly begin talking, "You idiot, I just couldn't guard myself properly, i was already tired. its my fault"

- He rubbed his forehead before picking her up, "why didn't you wait for me?" he says, shaking his head

[abbi111]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐲

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Kunoichi!Reader

Tags: Established relationship, intimate, fluff, possessiveness, emotionally charged, quiet tension, canon

Blood dotted the dirt, soaking into the ground in slow, heavy drops. The fight was over, but the tension hadn’t left your body yet. It clung to you like smoke.

Sasuke stood a few paces ahead, shoulders stiff, katana lowered. He wasn’t breathing heavily, but you could see the way his chest rose—slow, deliberate. Controlled. Always in control.

Except his right hand was a mess. Swollen. Bruised deep beneath the skin, fingers just barely curled like he was trying not to let you see how badly it hurt.

“Sasuke,” you called out, moving toward him. “Your hand—”

“It’s nothing.”

That was the first lie.

You stopped in front of him, close enough to see the blood drying at his temple, the sweat sticking his hair to his jaw. His eyes weren’t on you. They were scanning—always checking for a threat. But when they landed on you, they didn’t leave.

“You blocked a blade with it. That’s not ‘nothing.’”

“I’ve had worse.”

Another lie. You could see it in how he was holding himself—tight, just a little off.

You stepped closer, reached out gently. “Let me see it.”

He didn’t pull away, but his whole arm tensed the moment your fingers brushed his. A sharp breath escaped him when you pressed a little too close to the bruised area.

You looked up at him, quiet.

“You keep doing this,” you said softly. “Throwing yourself in front of me.”

He didn’t answer at first. You thought maybe he wasn’t going to. Then his voice dropped—low and rough, like it scraped its way out of his throat.

“Because no one touches you and walks away.”

It hit you like a punch to the chest.

Your fingers stilled on his wrist. You weren’t sure what hurt more—the way he said it, or how much you knew he meant it.

“I’m not a thing, Sasuke,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to protect me like I’m some possession.”

“I know that.”

He finally looked at you—really looked at you. His expression hadn’t changed much, but there was something cracked behind his eyes. Something raw.

“I just… I can’t help it,” he said. “It’s not about owning you. It’s just…” He trailed off, jaw tight. “It’s just what I feel.”

You swallowed. His hand was burning under your touch now, the skin angry and purple, but he still hadn’t flinched again. He was too focused on you.

“Sit down,” you said gently, already reaching for your pouch. “I’m wrapping it, whether you want me to or not.”

He crouched down in front of you without a word. Not because he didn’t care—but because you knew he didn’t have the words for moments like this. Sasuke never did.

You started wrapping his hand, working quietly. Every now and then, he watched your face more than what you were doing, like he was trying to memorize the way you looked when you weren’t angry with him.

“You don’t have to keep proving anything,” you said as you wrapped the bandage around his palm. “I already know how you feel. Even if you don’t say it out loud.”

Silence.

Then, after a long pause, he spoke—barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know how to say it without feeling like I’m breaking something.”

You froze for a second, fingers hovering over the knot. Then you looked up at him.

His face was close. Tired, but open in that rare way he only ever gave to you. A little vulnerable. A little lost. But there.

So you leaned in and rested your forehead against his. No kiss. Just the quiet press of skin to skin.

“You’re not breaking anything,” you murmured. “You’re letting me in.”

He didn’t say anything back. But his left hand found your waist, fingers curling just slightly in the fabric of your flak jacket—holding you there. Not tight. Just enough to say he didn’t want you to move.

And you didn’t.

[sunny-mercya]

And I always think about You

Sasuke Uchiha x Male Reader

Fandom -> Naruto

Masterlist

»And you Sasuke? Whatcha thinking about?«

The fresh breeze of the morning—a morning so new, so unbelievably unique and raw at the same time, still able to witness—felt cool against his warm skin and refreshing in his lungs, whenever he takes a deep inhale of the rich filled air.

»It smells like tea.« it's so out of the blue, so random—not even remotely close to be an answer to what's been asked by Sakura—what Sasuke had said, that both of his former teammates look at him in questionable confusion—for a moment at least, before both burst out into a small fit of chortling giggling.

Sasuke doesn't glance them, still staring up into the upcoming sunrise—a sunrise so beautiful, so rare with a softness that it feels like a warm touch from an loved one—and these rays of sunshine, gentle grazing his skin.

»It's so warm, just like his touch.« Sasuke continues, because it had been Sakura—when she had taught Naruto and him a way to ground themselves—who said to name things which remind him of familiarity.

The aftermath, more like a realisation—like a wake up from a bad dream or a feeling of something surreal to have experienced—of the war had finally begun to set in.

This war is finally over, huh? Sasuke clench his hand, the one he still has as the other is nonexistent anymore—being ripped off, sacrificed, for the current and future to live in—and yet it feels as if Sasuke was still holding Naruto's hand.

Naruto and Sakura, huh? Sasuke turns his head, looking at his two former teammates, no—Sasuke heaved out a sigh, saying that one single word in such a breathlessly, voiceless, whisper that it shouldn't be heard and yet he was given a confused glance from the other two—their still friends, aren't they?

Even after all what Sasuke has done, both—Sakura and Naruto—hadn't given up on him and their friendship, which Sasuke had believed was nonexistent, but here they are—giggling in laughter and making plans of what to do afterwards, reminiscing in the past and speaking of celebration—as if Sasuke had never left Team 7.

What was it again, what you once told him—more like a silly belief of yours, because you had never been able to relate to something like this and could imagine how it might would feel—that some friendships, even when there's huge rift between them, are meant to last forever.

And now, being here with Sakura and Naruto, Sasuke thinks—you might be right with your assumption of what true friendship could mean.

»Hey, Sasuke? Are you up for some Ramen as well?« asks Sakura, the fact that Sasuke is still banned from the Village doesn't occur to her in the moment.

»Yeah,« Sasuke agrees absentmindedly, »some Ramen from Ichiraku sounds good.«

His thoughts drift back to you, they always do in every moment he isn't with you—are you still safe and sound, unhurt, in the hideout? Sasuke hope so, really does, couldn't stomach the thoughts of having you hurt.

Are you still waiting for him? Probably, after all you told him you would wait, even though the both of you knew it will take more than just a few days for his return.

If Sasuke would even return, because maybe you thought he's dead and now you're weeping in grief and—no, stop it, Sasuke reminds himself, groaning, he shouldn't think like this, not when he has promised as well, to return back to you.

And what if you're actually hurt? After all you aren't a Ninja, neither are you meant for such path of life, you're a civilian—an formerly entertainment dancer you had been—So how would Sasuke even know that you're hurt, when he isn't with you?

»Hey, Sasuke« Sakura begun, saw the upcoming small telltale signs of slow rising panic in Sasuke—as a trained medical ninja, she has gotten an eye for it—and Sakura didn't thought that strong, distant rough, Sasuke would get into a panic attack—but than again, every Ninja has such moments of panic, it shouldn't be surprising or new at all, but seeing it happen by Sasuke was something surprising for Sakura.

»It still smells like tea. The tea which [Name] always likes to make.« and Sasuke doesn't know why he blurts out such a ramblings again—it's solely's Sakura's fault, she and her stupid technique of grounding themselves before a panic attack could flare up.

Sasuke would never admit that he's about to have a panic attack—because he's an Uchiha and they don't crumble down like mental weaklings—no, he's just stressed and worried, worried about you.

But the fresh mornings air does smell like the tea you always like to make, a tea so disgustingly sweet during the first sip—Sasuke, back than when first drank it, thought—grimacing instantly from the sweet taste—he was about to get cavity within a second—till it dissolve into a rich, morning drew like, fruity filled aroma.

Funny was, you never even put any sugar—not even a minimal touch of it—in the tea as itself has such sweetness on its own.

»Whose [Name]?« this time it was Naruto who asked a question, looking at his friend—they're still friends, no matter what everyone else says—who still laid there and gazing so absentmindedly, but with a focus, into the sky.

»[Name] is–« Sasuke stops just as he had begun, voice faltering, dying down into another sigh.

Should Sasuke even tell them that you're his boyfriend? Maybe, maybe not—it's a rather intimate private information and once shared, it might could bring you harm and Sasuke doesn't want that.

»[Name] is my boyfriend.« there! He said it and now Sasuke feels exposed—because he had shared one of his most prized secrets.

Secret as in a sense of discretion then Sasuke cherished his relationship with you so damn much, that he fears, more like a pinch in his chest, telling anyone—besides Karin, Suigetsu and Jugo, they're the only ones who knows, after all you saw them part of your little group of friends and family—would cause a cause of you either getting hurt or taken away from him.

»Can we....can we meet him?« there's hesitation in Sakura's voice, not wanting to overstep Sasuke's boundaries and making him distancing himself again.

»Why?«

Naruto smiles, »Because we want to meet the person, which makes our friend happy.«

Sasuke lets out a laugh, making both Naruto and Sakura awestruck—they never had heard their friend laughing before and now he does it so heart fully, with so much live and happiness radiation off from it, that their breath got caught in their lungs for a moment.

»Sure, why not.« and Sasuke agrees.

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An Updated and Necessary NaruSasu FicRec Masterlist for 2025.

Ongoing fics:

I rarely read incomplete fics, but these were just irresistible.

1.The Baby Screams by trashygivenchy Sasuke hasn’t seen his childhood best friend—and the only person he’s ever truly been in love with—since they were eighteen; fourteen whole years ago. He has a wife and a successful career; he moved on, accepting he’d never see Naruto again. Until he finds himself in Naruto’s restaurant, confronted by his own devastating passivity.

- Pure desire, sexual tension, and regrets. Modern Setting, AU. I feel like the author kept them in character, but they've been able to add more to NaruSasu.

2. Through the lens by moonshine_dust Naruto Uzumaki never expected a routine school visit to change anything in his life. He was just there to give a safety talk, crack some jokes, and go back to his boring shift. But then he met Menma, a quiet kid with a camera. And when his mysterious, sharp-eyed father walks in, Naruto finds himself tangled in something he never saw coming. Between school drop-offs, accidental run-ins, and stolen snapshots, Naruto starts seeing a different side of Sasuke Uchiha—the devoted father, the tired man, the one he can’t seem to get out of his head. Maybe keeping the streets safe wasn’t the only thing worth protecting.

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This one is just distilled sweetness. The idea of Sasuke as a parent may seem OOC, but the author clearly knows what they're doing. The writing and pacing are great, too. Also, Police Officer Naruto! 3.Beyond a Reasonable Doubt by slushyluvrr Naruto shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Nothing really. Passed by, saw you licking your coffee lid like some kind of feral animal, figured I’d stop in. ”Sasuke’s grip on the pen tightened. “I wasn’t licking it.” “You totally were.” “I was preventing a spill.” Naruto raised an eyebrow. “With your tongue?”

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The description may not give you clues about the plot, but this is a Lawyer NaruSasu fic! They're old-time friends who split up and discovered each other once more when Sasuke goes back to town. The scenes are great, and there is something heartbreaking about them.

Please give all of these fics a read and a comment to encourage authors! I'm always amazed and grateful to be able to read this for free.

Complete fics:

1.After The World Fell Down by zephyras13 Naruto has been fighting a war for the life of his neighborhood for the past four years, with no end in sight. His world is violent, arbitrary, and ruthless, but it is simple. It makes sense. And then Uchiha Sasuke fucks everything up. SN EXCHANGE FIC. - This is my favorite SNS fic for many reasons. Fantastic worldbuilding, character descriptions, and fights! This is a true action-romance drama. Naruto is a tragic character, missing his old life before his city was invaded. The author managed to write a suffocating story with an added hopeful romance plotline. Please, please, read and give it love.

2. That Which Comes Easy by ShimaShips Naruto and Sasuke watch a movie about lost love. The resulting conversation brings up questions about the meaning of love and whether Naruto's feelings for Sasuke are really so brotherly after all. - A second favorite. Feeling realizations kind of fic, Non-AU, and canon divergent. It's sweet, nostalgic, and it respects it's characters.

3.Aftermath by CanineKitten Naruto is tired of seeing Sasuke leave again and again. This time he’s going with him. - A classic.

4.heart for brains by almostprimary A spray of champagne hitting the back of Naruto’s neck snaps him out of his thoughts. He turns towards the direction of fire, and standing behind the bottle is none other than Sasuke himself. “Distracted, Uzumaki?” he asks, a smirk growing wider on his face. Something hot flares up inside of Naruto, a unique brand of rage that only surfaces when Sasuke is around. He wants to wipe that smirk right off of Sasuke’s face. Naruto, shiny new Scuderia Ferrari driver and Sasuke Uchiha, Red Bull Racing driver and Naruto's sworn rival, compete for the Formula One World Driver's Championship. - This is another one of my constant re-reads. I love it when stories show and don't tell, and I think this is one of those authors who manages to convey their intentions through scenes.

5.homesick for a mountain's song by kintou

This one doesn't need a description because it's a LITERARY CLASSIC. But if there's a poor soul who hasn't read it, do yourself a favor.

6.No One is Coming by wedonotsow

In the bleak winter on the frontline there was only dark skies, the smell of gunpowder, unrelenting snowfalls, and the enemy. Thankfully, there was also Sasuke.

Military and Modern AU. Narusasu. TW for brief knife violence and dark themes. - It's PAINFUL to notice this fic being overlooked for so long. Where do I start? Although it is tragic and realistic in a painful way, this short story captures SNS's appeal and love amid a war. It mixes canon themes with its own version of Konoha.

7. Come Spring by Panlock

Four times Sasuke doesn't express his feelings and the one time he does. Every time he looks at Naruto it's like this. There are so many things he wants to say but he always bites his tongue. He never shows his hand. A few times he has put words on paper but these messages were always destroyed before anyone could know their secrets. Those words are clawing at his throat right now, demanding to be set free.

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Must experience this read with no spoilers or information. Sorry.

8.your love is sunlight by frogsterz

“Does it make you sad?” Sasuke murmured, voice barely louder than the din of the restaurant. “That there’s nothing left of our childhood. How many times can you rebuild the city you lost before it’s no longer the city you love?”

“Endlessly,” said Naruto at once.

(Unsuited to post-war peace, Uzumaki Naruto is waiting for something to happen in his life again. Enter Sasuke.)

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Annd this is another one of my favorites. I've read it three times since it was published, and I always discover more things to love about it. It is painful; the longing and melancholy can be read through the author's words. Ugh! I fucking love it.

9. everything rough by youngamerican

The first thing that Sasuke says to Naruto after four years is, “I knew they would send you.” The first thing Naruto says to Sasuke after four years is, “You’re an asshole.” - I like it when fics have action scenes, and this one will entertain and fix our broken hearts after that terrible fever dream of an ending.

10.When spring comes by blushyfreckles

“Say, Naruto…what sort of flowers would you give your girlfriend?”

Naruto blinked, his hands tucked lazily behind his head as he shuffled his legs. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Why are you asking him, he doesn’t even have a girlfriend —“ Kiba’s obnoxious response came right away, without letting Naruto reconsider the question coming from Shikamaru, who scratched at his neck, peeved, his overwhelmed attitude of someone who wasn’t used to gifting women, or gifting anyone for that matter.

Naruto huffed, and turned to Kiba, falling back easily into his provocative remarks and Choji’s nonchalant agreement, while shoving another thin piece of chip into his mouth. “I don’t have a girlfriend yet, but I know damn well enough what women would like unlike you —“

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This one is short, and so so so sweet. This is an author who clearly knows what they're doing, and I feel like they know Sasuke's character too well, and can capture his essence in a few words. READ EVERYTHING MADE BY THIS AUTHOR!

11. Beneath the Surface by Charlotteee12

The case was simple.

On paper, anyway. Maison Mizūmi, an ultra-exclusive, high-end ryokan nestled in the middle of nowhere, had racked up a string of missing guests over the last month. No leads, no bodies, just eerie vanishing acts. The only pattern? Every guest had checked in as part of a couple.

So here they were. Naruto and Sasuke. Undercover.

As a couple. - This one is a breath of fresh air and just fun fun fun to read. It is a detective AU series, but I haven't read the rest of the fics.

12.A quiet life with you by blushyfreckles

I won't paste the description! Go read EVERYTHING made by blushyfreckles. This human being can narrate a tragic backstory with a few scenes and gives us readers a ton to the imagination.

13. The night is brighter around you by blushyfreckles

I won't paste the description! They are my favorite author, and their writing is subtle, romantic, and deep. I think it's an intense fic encapsulated in a small package. It's a character study and shows, in my eyes, a great understanding of Naruto and Sasuke's relationship. Ugh!! Do yourself a favor and read it.

14. phototaxis by mockingbird_mb

Naruto's hand stays there, hidden by the underside of the table, scorching through the fabric. Neither of them react to it, at least outwardly. So when his fingers scrape gently along the inside of Sasuke’s thigh, it’s like nothing’s happened. Nothing is happening. Nothing ever happens.

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This one hurts in all the right ways. Human characters with guilt and self-sabotaging behaviors that feel real, relatable, and faithful to canon, with a twist.

15. Five Star Hotels. by trashygivenchy

But Sasuke stopped lying to himself a long time ago, when Naruto uppercut the shit out of him and softly insisted for the millionth time that they were friends with a claim on each other’s pain, despite the missing arms, especially with the missing arms.

The arrangement was nice because of Naruto. He came back to Konoha each time for Naruto and Naruto alone.

Then Naruto went and got a girlfriend.

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This one made me feel like I was a voyeur watching something unfold (and I shouldn't have, lol). This is yearning personified.

16. before you leave again by moonlithic

Naruto has been in love with Sasuke for years. Even though Sasuke was constantly gone, his feelings never went away.

He kept it to himself. Until this time.

- Just, excellent. Lovely writing. Healing. Skin-cleansing. Revitalizing. Amazing. Beautiful. Realistic.

17. Fate, Don't Fail Me Now by RosaLui (Restricted)

The twin suns rose. Scorched the sand below. Set.

Naruto Uzumaki wore his clothes thin, fixed his droids with callused hands, and brought himself to school. Failed out. Applied to the Academy. Failed out of that too. Worked. Sweated. Stared at the binary stars and dreamed that he was meant for more, for better, than dying here.

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I am a firm beliaver that we need more AU fics in this fandom. This is a StarWars inspired fic, and it was COOL af. Very sensual too.

18.Long, Long Shall I Rue Thee (a translation) by snowypreyer

"Death comes in phases."

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This is another one of my top SNS fics. I felt like I was reading an award-winning novella all throughout. The author was immensely creative and decided to narrate Narusasu's story via another character. It is subtle, smart, and heartbreaking, but overall, it is beautiful.

19.Pyretos by Atanih88 (Restricted) Sasuke came to stand closer. Naruto watched him, taking in the easy strides and the way Sasuke’s face remained devoid of expression as he took in Naruto’s wounds.

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Holy fuck. Tension. Slowburn.

20. where you go, i'm going by anntea

It's been years since Sasuke ran away from Konoha, years since he left the orphanage and his best friend behind. The last thing he wants to do is go back, but he does.

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Just. Stunning. Modern AU replica (or retelling?) of their stories in canon. Loss. Pain and Longing. 21. The Gaijin and the Rōnin by KoeblDvd

In feudal Japan, Sasuke Uchiha encounters a mysterious man who aids him in navigating the political turmoil of the impending Shogunate.

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Based on the 6th ending, where they're Samurai. 22. Nescit Cedere by cupricanka If you need someone to save your baby, Naruto is your guy. He, after all, doesn’t know how to give up.

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It is mostly horror, but the underlying romance complements the creepiness and impact of the fic. The characters are fantastic and well-written. Don't read if you're prone to nightmares. 23. homeward by mnee

Sasuke returns to Konoha.

Or, more accurately, to Naruto. - God. I feel like writing my opinion would mean spoiling this fic. This fic is INTENSE, brutal, hopeful, sweet, delicate, and artistic. This is one of the authors you can use to post deep quotes on Instagram, lol.

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Ok, folks, this is all. Again, I insist you give these authors much love by commenting and leaving kudos, since they've most likely put their most creative efforts and knowledge into these stories. Although some of my descriptions are short, I believe all the fics posted here are amazing and worth reading. Reblog to shareeee.

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𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒸𝒶𝓉!𝒮𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓀𝑒 x 𝒢𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Summary; Instead of joining the others at the hot springs, Sasuke gravitates back to your quiet little farm, where he knows you’ll greet him with warmth he doesn’t know how to ask for.

A/N; reader is afab! fem!reader, gentle confession, hurt/comfort Words; ~ 900 matching headcanons

He hadn’t meant to end up at your farm.

Really.

Team 7 had just returned from a taxing mission, tracking a missing-nin through rough terrain, bad weather, and not nearly enough food. Kakashi, for once, suggested rest. Naruto begged for the hot springs. Sakura agreed. Sasuke, however, slipped away the moment no one was watching.

His body ached. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, a gash beneath it hastily bandaged back at camp. His hair clung to his temple with dried sweat, and he was sure he looked miserable.

But his feet had brought him here, to the outer edge of the peaceful village. To your farm.

And he hated to admit it, but he had hoped, just a little, you’d still be there.

You were.

Sasuke watched from beneath the shade of a nearby tree. The sun caught the strands of your hair as you leaned over a trough to fill it with fresh water. Your clothes were smudged with hay and dirt, your cheeks flushed from the warmth of the late afternoon, a little flower tucked behind your ear. You looked… happy. Unbothered. The animals wandered lazily around you, clearly at peace.

And when you finally spotted him, his silhouette leaning slightly against the wooden fence, you beamed so brightly that Sasuke felt it behind his ribs.

"Sasuke-kun?" you gasped, dropping the bucket you were holding. "You're back!"

Before he could blink, you were jogging toward him, arms open… not to hug, no, not yet, but as if your whole body welcomed him. Sasuke stood stiffly, unsure what to do with his hands as you stopped just short of touching him. "You're hurt," you whispered, gaze softening as you took in the bloodstained sleeve, the dirt along his jaw.

"It's nothing," he muttered.

You frowned disapprovingly. " 'Nothing' needs cleaning!" You gestured toward the farmhouse with a tilt of your head, already stepping aside to let him follow. "Come in, I'll help you!"

Sasuke hesitated. He should say no. He should be going back to the inn, or at least to rest somewhere alone.

Instead, he followed the sunshine.

Inside, your little home smelled of bread and herbs. It was warm in a way he wasn’t used to. 

You guided him to sit on a bench near the open window, digging through a cupboard until you found a cloth and a small jar of ointment.

"Take your shirt off."

He blinked. "What?"

"So I can clean the wound," you said innocently, wringing the cloth out in a bowl of clean water.

He complied, tugging the ruined material over his head with a wince.

You frowned again. "You really shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard,"

"I'm fine."

"You’re stubborn."

"...hn"

Your fingers were gentle as they dabbed at the wound, careful not to press too hard. He watched your face as you worked, lips pressed together, eyes focused. The gold of the setting sun spilled across your features and made you look like you belonged in a painting. Something soft. Beautiful.

"I missed you," you said suddenly.

Sasuke’s breath caught.

You didn’t seem to notice the way his shoulders stiffened, or if you did, you didn’t let it stop you. You dipped the cloth into the water again and wrung it out slowly.

Sasuke looked away, lips pressed into a thin line. He wasn’t good with things like this, soft words, open feelings.

But you always said what you meant. Always wore your heart out in the open.

He couldn’t understand how someone like you existed.

You leaned back, satisfied with your work. The bandage was neat, and the ointment already smelled of healing.

When your eyes met his again, they held something softer. Something braver.

"I was really happy when I met you, y'know? You were all cold and moody, and still are… but I don’t know… I could tell you weren’t a bad person."

Sasuke stayed silent. Not because he disagreed. But because it was true.

You leaned your head a little, smiling softly this time. "Do you think I’m annoying?"

He looked at you.

Then looked away.

Then, back again.

"...No."

You blinked. "No?"

He paused like the word itself was heavy. Then, quieter, rougher, "Not the way you think,"

You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched him like he was a book half open.

He didn’t meet your eyes. Didn’t keep talking.

But he didn’t have to.

You pieced it together in your head, slow and careful.

He’d been in your village two weeks. You’d found excuses to run into him almost every day. Sometimes it was coffee, sometimes it was peaches from the orchard, sometimes it was nothing at all but a wave and a "Hiii again!~"

He’d never pushed you away.

Not really.

"I guess…" You started, your voice smaller now, “I just thought maybe you didn’t mind me. Or maybe you were just polite.”

He looked at you then. Really looked.

"…I didn’t expect you," He said, finally. His voice was low, like it wasn’t used to saying things that mattered. "I came here for work. Not… this."

You swallowed. Heart suddenly too loud in your chest.

"But… I kept letting you."

He didn’t move, but the air shifted.

"I don't know why," He said. "Maybe I liked it."

Your breath caught a little. Not dramatic, not showy, just that quiet, stunned kind of feeling when something lands deep.

“I like you too,” You whispered, fingers brushing his arm like you weren’t sure if you could hold on yet.

And for the first time since he sat down, he leaned in.

Not a kiss.

Not even a touch.

Just his shoulder against yours. Close enough that you could feel the heat of him, feel the way his breath slowed down a little, like maybe this was what he’d needed all along.

Outside, the sky had dipped into orange and purple. The animals were still. The world had quieted.

You sat there like that, in the hush of a day ending, his hand eventually finding yours, rough knuckles against calloused palms.

And Sasuke, silent as ever, didn’t pull away. Not even once.

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Naruto!! obito uchiha. shisui uchiha. madara uchiha. itachi uchiha. sasuke uchiha. kakashi hatake. tobirama senju. shikamaru nara.

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smut. fluff. angst. modern AU. comfort. oc but only in fics (modern au). headcanons. one shots. reader x character. long fics. dark topics (depression, sh, toxic relationships, etc.)

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Dog Walker

I know this is a bit out of my usual wheelhouse of fandoms I write in but I had an idea so I went ahead and made this little thing:

Summary:

You've seen those three Genin for weeks now running around the village doing what seemed like every D rank under the sun, and with how often you see them, it was only natural you'd strike up a conversation with them every now and then. And following that pattern, it was inevitable that you'd actually see them training with their 'oh so horrible sensei' as they call him. Or at least, that's what you thought at first, but as you walk closer you see that the Jonin with them was just Kakashi, your boyfriend. Why was he here? And where was that lazy Joinin you've been hearing so much about

Word Count: 3.5k

Just a lil bit of fun Reader/Kakashi and Team 7 Fluff :D

I'm working on group chat fic I promise this is me trying to just write again but I am still working on it don't kill me ah

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Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

Word Count - 3.3k

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

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

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Part One → Part Two → Part Three → Part Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No I mean-”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why am I even in here?” 

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

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

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

“God you’re such a-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Keep going-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was annoying. 

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

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

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

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

He’s convinced himself of it, never again.

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

He knows he’s going to come back.

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

networks: @enchantedforest-network / @bitchcraftinc / @ghostqueue

[13as07]

Birthright #9

(Uchiha Men Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Hikamory'chi & TempestDH]

Requested by: The Devil

Word Count: 4,431

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Brother/Sister Incest

Father/Daughter Incest

Name Calling: Baby Girl, Onii-Chan, Princess, Whore, Daddy

Mentions of Virginity Loss

Creampie

Rape

Spanking/Choking

Emotional Manipulation

Child Abuse/Bleeding

Fingering

Sex Toys: Belt, Vibrator

Two more parts :)

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The sheets under me cling to my skin, soaking up the sweat coating every part of me. My head is buried deep into the bedding, shoulders pressed against the mattress too, and my on-show pussy clenching around nothing.

"Beautiful, Baby Girl," Onii-Chan coos, his hands rubbing against my ass that's arched into the air. "I think Leapfrog is definitely going to be in the top five."

"What?" I mutter, my words muffled even more because of the blankets.

"The position you're in," he starts to gently explain. "Your hips up," his hands squeeze my hips before sliding up my sides. "Your head and shoulders on the bed," he continues, his hands softly massaging my shoulders. "It's called Leapfrog."

"Oh."

After the loss of my virginity, Itachi insisted on another round even though we were on a time crunch. Hence, the position, my unhappily empty pussy, and the slow draining of his cum into my womb. It's a weird but erotic feeling, my brother's sperm dripping into the deepest parts of me.

His thumb ghosts over my pussy, teasing my aching hole as his eyes eat away at me, adding a burning hit to my sensitive spots. "I'm going to go shower real quick, you stay just like this while I'm away, okay, Baby Girl? By the time I'm out every ounce of me should be drained into your greedy womb."

"Stop calling me that," I whine, trying to smother my face deeper into the blankets. "I'm your Princess."

     "Yes, you are, and you always will be, but I already told you we need to get used to calling each other different things. It'll make life easier after the wedding."

     "What am I supposed to call you?" I ask, some of the chip of my tone gone because of the soft massaging Itachi is gifting to my lower back.

     "Anything you want, Baby Girl." My mouth clicks open, excited to extort the loop I see in his wording. "Except Onii-Chan." Just as soon as I see the loop, Itachi snags his wording, knotting the possibility of getting what I want.

     "I'm going to call you my little man because your dick is small," I snap, shaking my hips to try and knock his touch away from me.

     Smack

     "Hey!" I yelp, this time jerking away because of the smack to my ass. "That was rude."

     "You're rude. Knock off the attitude," he snaps back, rubbing the sore spot in my butt. "Think of something else."

     "Dumb Lover Boy," I grumble, pulling a soft chuckle from Itachi.

     "That'll work, Baby Girl. I'll be right back, you just relax," he murmurs, dotting the smacked spot with a kiss.

     "Yes, Sir."

     His thumb swipes over the same spot, raking a new wave of aches through me before he steps away. His exit is signaled by my door swinging open and then clicking closed behind him.

     My body relaxes with his exit, more of my weight pressed into my shoulders. I do just as I was told, staying put as sleep slowly starts to overtake my senses.

     Just as my eyes droop closed, my door clicks back open. "You're back already?" I mutter, shifting my head so my cheek is pressed against the mattress. Is Itachi already done showering? How long has he been gone? Not long enough to shower, I don't think.

     A rough hand buries into my hair, picking my head up for a beat before shoving it back into the bed. "Oh, fuck," I whine, my cunt aching as he shoves his fingertips back into my pussy. "I can't take anymore. Please?" I whimper, squirming underneath him. The movement only makes me ache more.

     "Why the hell is your pussy stuffed full of cum?" Every drop of arousal drains out of me, quickly replaced with the icy voice of my Father. I try to sit up, stopped by his hand still buried in my hair. "Princess," the nickname feels like a pile of bricks between my shoulder blades, weighing me down. "Who took your virginity?"

     "I don't know," I whisper, squirming under his intense hold and the feeling of his eyes burning into my pussy.

     Daddy's dark chuckle wraps around me, squeezing my throat and stopping my airflow. "Fine, cover for your brothers. See if I care," he grumbles, his words barely covering the sound of clothes rustling.

     "Please don't!" I yelp, jerking away when the tip of his dick taps against my cunt. "I'm already sore. It's going to hurt so much, Daddy. Please?" He ignores me, shoving his length into me. Another yelp echoes in my room, forced out by the pain blooming from my pussy. "Stop. Please stop. Daddy, please? I can't." The word 'stop' shoots out after every one of his thrusts, slowly growing louder with more pain that builds up.

     By the time Daddy is moving full force ahead, slamming into me hard enough to inch me up the bed, my pleas and begs for stopping are just a heap of pain-soaked sobs. All I can focus on is the aches and the slight break every time he tugs his penis out of me.

     "I didn't know you were such a whore," Daddy barks, tugging on my hair so my neck arches, my head and upper body being lifted off the bed enough that I can look back at him. Sweat droplets drip down his face, forehead and lips scrunched in disgust, and his sharingans glowing in anger. "Look at you, crying your eyes out as I rape you. I'm sure you weren't crying when you let one of your brothers slip into your pussy. Do you not like Daddy raping you?"

     I quickly shake my head, no, my hands shooting back to dig my nails into his wrist. Daddy's hips jerk from my answer, the position making it easier for his tip to dig deeper into me, fresh waves of pain rattling through my body. "Maybe you should have thought about that before acting like a whore. Every time you let one of your brothers have sex with you, Daddy is going to rape you and beat your ass until you can't sit anymore."

     "Please don't," I wail, trying to tug his hand out of my hair. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Really! I won't let it happen again, I promise. Please just stop. Please stop raping me!"

     I must be in the grace of one God or another because I get what I want. Daddy curses under his breath, another rough shove of his dick into me before his movements stop. The newly found feeling of being filled with sperm shoots through my groin, tainting the stash Itachi left in me.

     "Fucking whore," Daddy growls, dropping his hold on me and tugging himself out of my pussy when he's done. My body crashes to the bed, legs shaking from the pain and chest pumping from the fear inked into my skin.

     His touch isn't gone for long, his thick fingers wrapping around my throat and gently squeezing. "Met me in the living room, just like this, in ten minutes or I swear I'll parade you around the council and show them how much of a used-up whore their future Chieftess is, am I understood?"

     "Yes, Daddy," I whisper, my eyes crunched closed as I try to will away the pain. The familiar sound of my door squeaking open and then clicking closed fills my room, a new sob filling the space left empty after my door closes.

     I allow myself to cry for a few moments, my focus shifting to trying to shove down my sobs. I didn't answer Daddy's question and I know all too well he always gets his answer. A new layer of fear coats my lungs as I turn over in bed and sit upright. I have no clue how he's going to get his answer, but I do know I won't like it.

     Slowly, I rest my weight on my feet and push myself off the bed. My legs wobble the whole way out, pain digging its sharp nails into my nerves as I inch out of my room and down the hallway into the living room. By the time I'm in the center of the room, Daddy's eyes bearing into me, fresh tears are sliding down my cheeks.

     His anger weavers, his scowl falling into a frown as he looks me over. "Come here, Princess," he murmurs, wiggling his fingers to beckon me forward. I make my way toward him, my steps as slow as a snail as I move.

     Daddy's arms wrap around me when I get close enough for him to snatch me. The strong safety of his arms around my waist counters the fear he left coating my skin, leaving me even more confused and forcing more tears from my eyes. "Shh, shh, shh," he softly hushes me, a thumb rubbing away my tears as his other hand balls up his robe. He softly pats my thighs causing the material to quickly get soaked and turn a darker color.

     My eyes stick to the soaked cloth, trying to figure out why the color is changing so deeply. "Daddy's sorry, he didn't mean to be so rough," he coos in my ear, tone soft and touch gentle. My sight rolls over my thigh, new fear blooming in my chest at the sight of blood gushing down my legs. I didn't bleed when Itachi fucked me, but he wasn't as rough as our Father. "I didn't want to make you bleed."

     "It's okay," I mutter, knowing it's what he wants to hear. A scream for Itachi sticks in my throat, wanting his comfort more than anything right now but that'll just make everything worse.

     "I'm still sorry, Princess. When I'm done dealing with your brothers we'll take a hot bath, okay? Then we can cuddle in bed and I'll get you an ice pack. Daddy loves you so much. I would never do anything to hurt you."

     Why is every time Itachi and Daddy want something - most times forgiveness - they remind me they love me? Why do they always insist they'll never hurt me even as they are or after they did? They confuse me so much.

     Daddy turns me in his lap so I'm sat sideways, his nose digging in my hair so he can slide his lips against my neck. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, wiggling in his lap to try and get more comfortable. After some trying I give it up, settling on the fact that I won't feel comfortable any time soon, if ever again.

     My eyes scan the room as my Father tries to make himself feel better about what he's done. He dragged two kitchen chairs into the living room, leaving them to rest across from where we sit on the couch. His belt sits on the coffee table, the warn-out brown leather one he uses on my brothers when they misbehave. The one I'm sure he used on Sasuke this morning.

     The pink vibrator he uses when he wants nothing more than to slurp me all night long sits next to it, making me squirm in more fear. It's not unusual for Daddy to leave me sobbing and squirming in overstimulated pain. He and Mom alike swear it's him just 'keeping control of his temper' and badgering me about 'not wanting Daddy to take his anger out on anyone else'.

"Be a Good Girl while Daddy punishes your brothers and I'll give you a reward," my Father mutters, his arms scooping me up again. This time, he lays me across the coffee table, ass in the air, and his hand buried in my hair to force my head upward.

My neck aches from being arched, my scalp yelling in pain from my roots being tugged on, the edge of the table digging into my stomach, and my pussy quivering in pain from the chill in the house alone. "What kind of reward?" I ask, trying to loosen his hold on my hair.

Daddy's hand does move around, pony-tailing my locks but still keeping a firm grasp on it. "Whatever you want, Princess. It'll be an open-ended reward. Anything you want, whatever time you want."

"Really?"

"Really," he echoes, coating gentle kisses down my spine. As soon as the moment starts, it ends, Daddy's only touch being his hand fisting my hair. "Itachi, Sasuke, come here!" Fear icicles down my back, replacing the soft love he wrapped around my spine.

My Father toys with my hair, flopping it back and forth as we wait for the boys. Sasuke appears first, poking his head around his doorframe. All the coloring melts from his face as he looks at us, his eyes large as he slowly slides into the room. "Father, how can I help?"

"Did you fuck Princess?"

"No," he rushes out, heat coating his face and almost shouting against the paleness of his cheeks.

"Sit down."

Sasuke does as ordered, sliding into one of the chairs. He tries his hardest to keep his eyes locked on our Father but does fail on occasion, flicking his sight down at me.

Itachi strolls into the room soon after, dressed in his clothes from earlier and his hair bone dry, not giving away his time in the shower. He tries to give off a calm vibe like he always carries, but the mask falls when his eyes trail over me. "What are you doing to my Baby Girl?" He hisses, fire flaring in his sight as he drags it up toward our Father. His anger doubles when he notices my blood soaked into Daddy's shirt. "What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do?" He carefully asks, his tone snapping more and more with every word.

"Sit down," Daddy sighs, his focus still on toying with my hair.

"I asked you - "

"Sit down," he repeats, eyes glaring back at Itachi with the same level of heat. "I came home to my poor Princess split open with her pussy stuffed full of cum. I'm curious to know which one of you took poor advantage of your sister."

"It wasn't me," Itachi answers evenly, trying to tie down his temper.

"Well, I sure didn't!" Sasuke snaps, jumping up from his spot. "I'm not getting another beating. I didn't fuck Princess. I'm not taking the blame for this."

"Both of you!" Daddy yells, yanking in my hair so I'm arched upward more, the edge of the table digging into my stomach deeper. "Sit. Down. Please." It takes a second but the heat between my brothers dies down and they both slide into their seats. Their eyes lock on me, Itachi's stoned and Sasuke's swirling with concern. "Since neither one of you wants to confuse, I'm going to beat Princess's ass until one of you cave."

     "What?"

     "Don't you dare."

     The boys answer at the same time, mixing with the arousal and fear in my groin. I knew it was coming, Daddy told me in my bedroom he was going to spank me until I couldn't even sit anymore. "Glad we're on the same page," he mutters, leaning over me to grab his belt.

     Daddy keeps me arched, making sure the boys can see my face. His hand rubs against my butt cheek, his fingertips and the worn leather massaging the flesh.

     Smack

     "Onii-Chan!" The scream for Itachi rips from my lungs before I can stop it. I've been spanked before, plenty of times by Daddy and brother alike, but the pain has never itched into my skin like this.

     "Dad," Sasuke calls, his voice wobbling as his eyes flicker between our Father and me. Itachi doesn't flinch, the small squint of his eyes being the only change to his face.

     Daddy waits a moment, willing his sons to confess to their sins. When they don't, he turns back to his actions.

     Smack, smack

     A wet sob bubbles in my lungs, mixing with the sound of leather against my skin. Sasuke itches forward, sight fully locked on me. Itachi's eyes stay trailed on Daddy.

     Smack, smack, smack

     My hands shoot forward, trying to reach out for Itachi. My eyes have started to blur from my tears. "Make it stop! Onii-Chan! Please!"

     "Itachi," Sasuke hisses, flicking his eyes to the side. "Just confess already. Itachi did it," he points at our older brother, his face hard in a glare as he tips his head up toward our Father. "I'm telling you he did it, isn't that enough of a confession?"

     "No."

     Smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack

     "Please!" I wail because my ass feels like it's on fire from the constant assault on it. "Daddy, it hurts. It was Itachi! I promise it was Itachi! Stop!"

     The spankings stop for a moment, his hand back rubbing at the sores forming on my ass. It doesn't help, if anything it makes my skin sting more. "Is that true Itachi? Did you fuck Princess? Were you the one reckless enough to finish in your sister?"

     "No," Itachi answers without hesitation, his eyes not falling away from his stare off with Daddy. A sob of betrayal rakes through the room, quickly replaced with sobs of pain again.

     Smack, smack, smack

     My sobs are slowly morphing into screams of pain, screams for Itachi despite his betrayal. "Onii-Chan it hurts! Make it stop! Please? You're supposed to make it stop. You're supposed to keep me safe!"

     "Come on, Princess. You should know by now your Onii-Chan is a sad excuse of a man. He won't ever take care of you," Daddy utters, the words meant to hurt Itachi but managing to stab at my heart on their way.

     Smack, smack. Smack, smack. Smack -

     As I'm bracing for the next spanking, the belt falls short, resting against my butt instead of crashing down against my skin. "Shit," Daddy whispers under his breath, the belt and my hair slipping from his hands.

     My body hunches over the table, the pain from my lower regions so intense that it snacks up the bottom of my spine. The belt trickles to the floor, the metal of it clicking when it crashes against the wood. Warm liquid drips down my skin, quickly wiped away by Daddy.

     "I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to, Daddy got carried away," he coos, his big and warm hands rubbing up and down my cheeks, attempting to massage the pain out of them as he spreads the sticky liquid around.

     Unshed tears wet Sasuke's eyes as he stares at me. Itachi's eyes have finally fallen, locked on our Dad's hands as angry fire flickers in his irises. "Look at what you two did. You want to save your asses so bad that you're willing to let your sister bleed for your sins." Oh, that must be the warm liquid leaking across my skin.

     Slowly, Daddy pulls me off the table, letting the two of us fall onto the couch. A shriek of pain crawls up my raw throat, the pain of sitting on my wounds being the moving force. He softly hushes me, tugging me closer until my back is pressed against his chest. "I know it hurts, Princess, but it won't be over until Itachi confesses."

     "I didn't do it."

     "Sure you didn't," Daddy mutters, his sympathy fake as he answers Onii-Chan. My shaky legs are moved, aching even more as they're hooked over his thighs, spreading me open so all three men can see my still-soaked pussy. The mess of my cum, Itachi's cum, and Daddy's cum is still coated over my pussy and caked on the inside of my thighs, keeping me slick.

     Daddy jerks forward, snatching the vibrator off the table before situating it against my clit. "Please?" I try begging, wrapping my fingers around his wrists. "I can't. I hurt, so much."

     "I know, Princess," he coos, switching the toy on and instantly turning it on to its top speed. Daddy's arms cage me in place as I try to squirm away from the vibrations. "The sooner your Onii-Chan tells the truth, the sooner I can stop it, but he's the only one who can save you right now."

     My head snaps toward Itachi, my whimpers on repeat as I try to use my eyes to will him to tell the truth. Daddy's nose slides against my neck, huffing in my scent as his fingers toy with my pussy, making my aching hole scream in disagreement again. "Itachi is so mean to you," he mutters against my neck, his lips replacing his nose against my skin. "Isn't he? Tell your Onii-Chan how much pain you're in because of him," he orders, shoving his fingers into me.

     "It hurts, Itachi. It hurts to sit on Daddy's lap. It stings having my clit rubbed against. I'm going to bleed again because of Daddy's fingers. I don't want my pussy bleeding again. It bled so much after Daddy played with me. Make it stop. Ple - "

     "Outside," Itachi cuts me off, shooting up from his chair.

     "That's not how this works," Daddy chuckles, picking up the thrust of his fingertips.

     "It is now. You made Princess bleed. I didn't make her bleed when I fucked her. There, happy? I confessed. I had sex with Princess. I took her virginity."

     Daddy's movements stall for a moment, his wicked smile pressed against my throat. "Let's go outside," he mutters, tugging his touch away before shoving me off his lap. I slump onto the floor, the wood sliding against my body roughly. "Be a good girl and enjoy your stimulation while we're gone," he orders, dooming me to remain in pain as they talk.

     Smack

     A slap of Daddy's hand lands on my ass before he walks away, him and Itachi slipping out the door to stew in their fight outside.

     Once the door slams closed, the only sound in the house is the soft buzz of the vibrator, the soft sobs of pain spilling from me, and the mix of rough breathing from Sasuke and me. "Please?" I whine, managing to shift enough to look up at him.

     His lips are parted as he pants, eyes swirling with arousal and anger as he looks down at me. "I can't. Dad is already mad at me." His eyes scratch over my skin, his hand falling to his pants and giving it a soft squeeze.

     The chill from the action mixes with the heat of pain. I can't take anymore. I've already taken Itachi twice, had Daddy buried to the halt, have constant unwanted stimulation to my clit, and had Daddy's fingers toying with me. I can't, but Sasuke doesn't seem to care.

     He stands up from his seat, hands already shoving his pants and boxers down enough for his dick to spring out. His tip is red and already leaking, angry from being the only penis in the house that hasn't been inside me yet today. "I'm sorry, Princess, really." Sasuke whispers, falling to his knees behind me. A hand wraps around his dick, ready to aim it as his other hand grips my hips, dragging me across the floor.

     "Don't. Please? You can't. Daddy is going to be so mad, he's going to rape me again. Sasuke, don't!"

     He keeps apologizing as he lines himself up, his tip toying with the edges of my pussy. "Dad won't find out, he's too busy fighting with Itachi. Even if he does find out, why can't you get raped just once more? It's not fair that you're willing to get raped and beaten for Itachi and not me. Why don't you love me as much as you love Itachi?"

     "I do love you, but please, I can't - "

     "You can and you will," he whispers, shoving himself into me. Why did Sasuke have to get Mom's looks and Daddy's attitude?

     Once he's in me, his hand on my hip hangs on tighter and his other hand wraps around my mouth, muffling the sounds of pain and disagreement slipping past my lips.

     "I'm sorry. Really. I'm sorry, Princess. I can't help it. It's just not fair. Why do Dad and Itachi get to enjoy your barely used pussy and I'm stuck using Mom's warn out cunt? I want your pussy squeezing me. Not mom's, not Sakura's, yours. I want you all to myself but I can't have that because Itachi is so much more important than me," Sasuke rambles, his hips jerky and rough as he thrusts into me. He doesn't have the rhythm Dad does or the self-control Itachi does.

     My fight quickly dies, my body slacking against the floor as I take the continued sex. There's no point trying to stop it when I can't. Sasuke isn't going to stop and I'm stuck with the painful vibrations against my clit until the toy dies or until Daddy decides I've had enough.

     "Damn it," Sasuke hisses, his thrusts somehow getting less patterned. "I won't finish, not yet. Who knows the next time Dad and Itachi will both leave you unattended? I can't finish yet, I can't." Despite his words, his body doesn't obey. He leans more of his weight against me, his tip gaining another half inch because of it. "Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck Dad. Fuck Itachi," he grumbles, his hands balled up as they press against the floorboards.

     More sperm is shot into me, slushing around my groin and adding pressure to it. I've been filled too much, have too much cum filling my womb. I wouldn't be surprised if my stomach balloons because of how full the men in my life have made me feel today.

     Sasuke's breath coats over my shoulder, chilling some of the sweat drenching my skin. "I'm sorry. Really, Princess, I mean it." He nuzzles his nose between my shoulders, his hands sliding down to rub my stomach. One slides further down, pulling the vibrator away from my clit. "See? I'm willing to get in trouble for you. Itachi isn't, you know why? Because he's not sorry. Princess - "

     "It's okay," I babble, barely able to form the two words. I want that hot bath and the ice pack Daddy promised. I hurt so much and I'm too groggy to focus on anything except the pain. "It's alright, I forgive you."

     "Okay," he whispers against my shoulder, brushing a kiss across it. Sasuke leans more of his weight against me, crushing me between the floor and his body. "I'm really sorry."

     "It's fine, Sasuke. I'm not mad."

     "Okay."

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[arabella0001]

i want him as a friend but…

Naruto Uzumaki and the way he loves out loud

Naruto Uzumaki, who flops down beside you, crossing his arms behind his head with a loud sigh. “Man, you’re really in your head today, huh?”. who can’t stand seeing you sad, so he makes a fool of himself if that’s what it takes to make you laugh, his grin widening when he finally hears it

Naruto Uzumaki, who yells across the training field, hands cupped around his mouth. “You’re killin’ it! Look at you! You’ll be Hokage in no time!” even if you’re just practicing basic jutsu.

Naruto Uzumaki, who punches the air when you succeed, cheering louder than anyone else, like your win is his win too.

Naruto Uzumaki, who drags you by the wrist to Ichiraku when you’re upset, waving over two bowls before you can protest. “C’mon, nothing’s so bad ramen can’t fix, right?”

Naruto Uzumaki, who gives the kind of hugs that lift you off the ground, holding on just a little too long because he wants you to know you’re important to him.

Naruto Uzumaki, who shows up at your door with an armful of snacks during your period. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I grabbed everything,” scratching his head with a goofy smile.

Naruto Uzumaki, who loudly announces he’s got your back, not caring who hears. who doesn’t just fight for you—he fights with you, standing beside you no matter how tough things get

Naruto Uzumaki, who drags you outside when you feel like staying in, claiming the fresh air will help.

Naruto Uzumaki, who brags about your achievements to anyone who will listen, even if you don’t think they’re worth mentioning, because to him, they are.

sasuke one

kakashi one

[lapseinrecs]

breaking free

By ihopethelightwillshineupon

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 3,495 words

Summary: If there’s one thing Kakashi hates more than being hospitalized, it’s being hospitalized for longer than necessary. His mind gets more restless the longer he spends between those white walls, and he doesn’t want to endure that when there’s no point in it. As soon as he’s healed up and feeling moderately okay, he just wants to leave. Thankfully, his students don’t mind helping him out with that.

My thoughts: The kids are alright.

[boyrabid]

hi again sns community

i don't see enough of abo royality so i took matters into my own hands

yeah idk bro i hope you guys like it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66535828