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The right incentives

Summary: Sasuke struggles with adapting to life after losing his arm, choosing not to accept a prosthetic made from Hashirama cells, as it would remind him of his past

Warnings: Suggestive, my crazy theories about this would medically work

Sasuke had never been one to complain openly, but adapting to life with one arm was harder than he let on. He had refused the prosthetic arm offered to him—the Hashirama cells were a reminder of the destruction he’d caused, and accepting it felt like an unearned privilege. He bore the struggle quietly, a penance he believed he deserved.

You respected his choice, even if it pained you. But moments like today made you wonder if the price of his decision was too high.

The two of you had gone to the market to restock on essentials. The Uchiha district was slowly regaining its spark, the result of countless hours you’d spent together breathing life into its empty streets and crumbling homes. Yet it still lacked the conveniences of the main village, which meant long walks and heavy bags on market days.

“I’ll take these,” you said, smiling as you grabbed several bags from the vendor.

Sasuke reached for the rest. His single hand worked methodically, but the strain showed in the slight furrow of his brow, the careful movements as he adjusted his grip. When you moved to help, he shook his head.

“I’ve got it,” he muttered, his voice low but firm.

You didn’t argue. Sasuke’s pride was an unspoken rule between you, but as you walked home, you couldn’t ignore the way his steps slowed or how his knuckles whitened against the handles.

By the time you reached the house, you couldn’t stand it any longer. Ignoring his protests, you gently took the bags from his hand.

“Let me help,” you said softly. “It’s not a big deal.”

His jaw tightened, frustration flickering in his dark eyes, but he didn’t stop you.

Later that evening, you found him sitting in the garden, the fading sunlight casting warm hues across his profile. His gaze was fixed on the sky, distant and unreadable. Quietly, you sat beside him, your shoulder brushing against his.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence was familiar, comfortable in its way, but heavy with words left unsaid.

“I know it bothers you,” you said at last, your voice gentle.

Sasuke’s shoulders tensed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sasuke.” You placed a hand on his knee, grounding him. “You don’t have to hide it from me. It’s okay to admit when something’s hard.”

He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “I chose not to accept the cells,” he said, his tone quiet but steady. “I don’t regret it. But there are moments... when it’s frustrating. When I feel—” He hesitated, the word catching in his throat. “Useless.”

Your chest tightened. “You’re not useless,” you said firmly, the words carrying every ounce of love you felt for him. “You’re human, Sasuke. You’ve already punished yourself enough. You deserve to live fully—to heal.”

His dark eyes flicked toward you, guarded but searching. “You think I should accept the arm.”

“I think you should let yourself have a life,” you said softly. “It’s not about whether you deserve it. It’s about moving forward. Not just surviving"

For a moment, he looked impossibly young, as if the weight of his past had finally settled on his shoulders. Then he looked away, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. “I just don’t want you to feel like you’re stuck with half a man.”

Your heart ached at his words. You shifted closer, resting a hand against his knee and leaning forward to catch his gaze. “Sasuke,” you said, your voice steady and tender, “you’re the strongest, most capable person I know. Losing your arm doesn’t make you less. Not to me. Not to anyone who matters.”

He swallowed hard, the walls he so carefully built cracking just enough to let you in.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your voice soft but steady.

His arm hesitated before resting lightly against your back. “You don’t have to apologize,” he said quietly, though his tone betrayed the vulnerability he rarely let show.

“I do. I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier—I just want to help. But I swear, it was never because I thought you couldn’t handle it, but think about what I told you, please"

His lips quirked in the faintest of smiles. “You’re stubborn.”

“And you love me for it,” you teased, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

“I do,” he whispered, pulling you closer.

It took him a while to mature the idea and a lot of your insistence. When he finally said he would accept it, you nearly felt your heart melting. You wanted him to heal completely from the wounds of his past, letting him blame himself for everything that passed didn't even pass on your mind.

Kakashi wasted no time in arranging for the best med-nin in Konoha to perform the delicate procedure. The process was no ordinary surgery; it was a fusion of advanced medical ninjutsu and intricate chakra manipulation, requiring precision that only a select few could achieve.

The day of the surgery was long and filled with an uneasy silence. You waited just outside the room, your heart pounding with every muffled instruction or chakra flare you sensed through the walls. Kakashi stayed with you, his presence a steady anchor. When your pacing grew restless, he gently urged you to sit, offering quiet reassurances.

But that wasn't the hardest part, the adaptation was.

The arm, though responsive, required Sasuke to recalibrate the balance of his chakra. Every movement—every muscle twitch—was a deliberate effort, his body relearning what had once been second nature.

Weeks later,  Sasuke’s mood was anything but serene. He stood in the middle of the open space, repeatedly tossing a training ball with his new arm, trying to get the motions to feel natural. The prosthetic responded sluggishly, too stiff at times and too loose at others. When the ball slipped from his grasp for the third time, rolling uselessly across the ground, frustration overtook him.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, throwing the ball hard against the nearby tree. It bounced back limply, mocking his effort.

Hearing the noise, you popped your head out from the doorway of the house. "Everything okay?" you asked, noticing the tight line of his jaw and the furrow of his brows.

Sasuke didn’t answer at first, but when you walked over and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, his tension eased just slightly. "It’s this arm," he finally said. "Maybe it's not working. The first hokage must be turning over in his grave since I got it."

You tilted your head, considering his words before reaching for his new arm. "May I?"

He looked at you, hesitating for a moment, then gave a slight nod.

You held his hand between yours, your touch warm and grounding. "Can you feel this?" you asked, your thumbs gently brushing over his fingers.

He swallowed. "Yes."

You smiled softly, stepping closer. "And this?" You pressed his hand against your cheek, letting it rest there for a moment.

His dark eyes searched your face, his breath hitching slightly. "Yeah," he said, his voice quieter now while he caressed your cheek softly.

Without breaking eye contact, you slid his hand to the curve of your neck, letting it linger there for a moment before guiding it down to your breasts. His breath caught when your fingers trailed his hand further to your waist, where you placed his other hand. Before you could say more, he guided you onto his lap, one arm wrapping around your back while his new hand rested securely on your hip. You giggled leaning your forehead on his, loving the way his onix eyes watched you so closely.

"Do you feel that, Sasuke?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, looking deep into his eyes while you moved your hips in a circle, letting his hands feel the motion. "I think it's working pretty well"

His gaze softened as his hands tightened instinctively on your waist, pulling you closer "Now that you mention it..."

You bit your lip feeling that sweet pressure that you knew so well between your legs "You’ll get used to it," you murmured, sliding your fingers into his hair. "You just need the right...incentives."

A smirk tugged at his lips despite himself. "Is that so?"

That damn smirk would be the death of you one day. He brushed his lips on yours, his hand slowly finding its way between your legs to push the thin cotton fabric of your underwear aside under your dress.

"Mm-hmm," you replied, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

"I think..." He mumbled in the kiss "We can try a different exercise for my fingers"

You giggled against his lips feeling your cheeks get warmer before his finger reached your clit "I'm here to help" 

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What other animes do you like?

This question has an endless answer if I try to talk about everything 👻 but lately, I have been re-watching haikyuu and my favorite parts of Naruto because I have no patience to watch every single episode again (I did it way too many times already).

Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood is one of my favorites. I can talk about it for hours, no end. It's literally perfection for many, many reasons. I love death parade and all the philosophy behind it, attack on titan and...yeah, that's what I can remember right now

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I keep thinking about Sasuke feeling so guilty that he doesn't accept Hashirama's cell to have a new arm. I feel like the anime should have explored his feelings more (although he is a very emotionally constipated person)

Might be posting about it soon

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mornings after

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What's your opinion about Itachi? U said you have a polemic opinion about him in another ask, why?

I like him, but I believe he is not a martyr just...poorly written

"Oh, he did it to save the village" / "he chose the village over his family"...Fuck it 🤠 Imagine killing everyone that is important to you and torturing your little brother until he is barely conscious on the floor to save some elders and people you don't even know. It doesn't make sense at all to me

Plus, once he was done with killing his family, there was literally no reason for him to make sasuke watch everything

"Oh, he wanted him to hate-" fuck it🤠 boy had reason enough already. He lost everything that night. No reason to psychology torture him on top of that

And years later, when they meet again once sasuke is a teen, he tortures the poor boy again...

It's a big no, no for me every time I stop to think about it. It's an inconsistent narrative hidden under sasuke's suffering, but let's blame the author for it

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I need to create a masterlist 🥹 I want to write for Eren because my girlfriend TRANSLATED a whole ass Japanese game for me where you get to know him more in such a nice way. I want to use that for a fanfic

So, in order to avoid a complete mess on my fyp, which makes me stressed, I must create one... Once I have the energy to do that

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Do you like Boruto? Are you a SasuSaku shipper?

Do I like Boruto? No, I pretend it doesn't exist ❤️

Do I ship Sasuke and Sakura? No, I absolutely love him(I mean, just look at my tumblr), but she deserves so much better

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We need to know how sasuke got his lover pregnant in the first place 👀

Hmmm...I wouldn't say it was planned at all

After coming back, I think the last of his worries would be if he wants kids or not. He is probably busy dealing with his guilt and grief and is already grateful that he has you to share his days with. He didn't think it was possible for someone like him to be so loved until he met you

Buuuut one night, he comes back from one particular long mission, you were missing him a lot and seeing him enter the house in black clothes and messy hair set your mind on your fire.

One kiss here and there, your hands and his got a bit silly. Soon, your clothes were somewhere on the living room floor while he kept you pinned down on the couch, aiming deep inside of you over and over again until you were crying out his name...

Two months later, you found out you were pregnant cuz both of you were too busy and too horny to think about condoms in that moment

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Y/N : babe, if i died, how much would you miss me?

Gojo: * with a loving smile* it's SOOO CUTE that you think death can get you out of this relationship <3

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How you two end up adopting a cat

It was late afternoon, and the warm golden light filtering through the Uchiha garden gave everything a serene glow. Sasuke had just returned from training, his sword slung over his shoulder when he noticed you sitting on the veranda. At first glance, everything seemed normal, but then he saw your shoulders shaking.

The sound of muffled sobs reached his ears, and he froze, his heart sinking. Without another thought, he dropped his weapon and hurried to you.

“Hey,” he said, kneeling beside you, his voice laced with concern. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You turned to him, tears streaming down your face, your breath hitching as you tried to speak. For a moment, he thought the worst—maybe something had happened to you, were you hurt? Where? How?

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your tear-soaked face. “Tell me,” he urged, his dark eyes searching yours. “What happened?”

Through your hiccups and sobs, you finally managed to choke out the words. “T-there’s a... a kitty... in the garden…”

Sasuke blinked, confusion knitting his brows. “A cat?”

You nodded frantically, tears still falling. “He has a broken paw, Sasuke. I don’t know how he got hurt, and he is so tiny. He was just sitting there, all alone. I found him now and went to buy some food”

He stared at you, his worry melting into something caught between amusement and disbelief. “You’re crying this much over a cat?”

“It’s not just a cat!” you wailed, your hands gripping his sleeve. “He is hurt, and he doesn’t have anyone to take care of it!”

Sasuke sighed, his lips twitching as if suppressing a smile. He should’ve known. Standing up, he offered you his hand. “Come on. Show me where he is.”

You sniffled, wiping your face with your sleeve before taking his hand. He followed you to the edge of the garden, where a tiny, scruffy kitten sat trembling beneath a bush, its little paw tucked awkwardly against its body.

You crouched down, your voice soft as you tried to coax the kitten closer. “See? Look at how scared he is.”

Sasuke knelt beside you, studying the kitten. “Come here. I won't hurt you” he said in a calm tone of voice, reaching out carefully. To your surprise, the kitten didn’t flinch as he scooped it up, cradling it against his chest.

“Let’s take him inside,” he said, standing up. “We’ll figure out what to do from there.”

You followed him, your tears finally subsiding. Once inside, you watched as Sasuke gently examined the cat, his touch surprisingly delicate. He fetched a small bowl of milk and a clean cloth, his focus unwavering.

“You’re good at this,” you said quietly, your voice still thick from crying.

He glanced at you, his expression softening. "You are lucky that I find you so cute, you know?"

You smiled faintly, wiping the last of your tears. “Thank you, Sasuke.”

He shrugged, but his hand lingered on the kitten’s tiny head. “Next time, just tell me what’s wrong before you cry yourself into a puddle, alright?”

You laughed weakly, and he gave you one of his rare, small smiles. As the kitten purred softly in his hands, you couldn’t help but think that, despite his stoic demeanor, Sasuke had a soft spot for the things you cared about—and for you most of all. Plus, for cats because you could totally see him as a cat person.

It had been a few days since the kitten had found his way into your life, and Sasuke was already regretting letting him stay this long. The tiny creature had taken up residence in the corner of the main house, tucked into a makeshift bed you’d made with an old blanket.

Sasuke had just returned from cleaning the garden when he heard you talking in a soft, almost sing-song voice. Curious, he followed the sound into the living room.

“Okay, how about ‘Kuro’? Hmm, no, that’s too common. What about ‘Shiro’? No, you’re not white, are you? Oh! Maybe ‘Tora’? You’re small but fierce, like a little tiger.”

Sasuke leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he watched you crouch by the kitten, rattling off names as if the tiny animal could understand you.

“When did we agree on keeping him?” he interrupted, his deep voice cutting through the room.

You jolted, spinning around to face him. “I... I thought it was implied.”

“It wasn’t.” He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “I didn’t agree to this.”

You pouted, scooping the kitten into your arms. “But he’s still recovering, Sasuke. He has nowhere else to go. And he’s so small. Do you want to send him away?”

Sasuke opened his mouth to respond, but then you looked up at him with those big, shinning eyes, the same ones that had reduced him to mush when you first found the kitten. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He really had to find a way to say "no" to you.

“This isn’t about wanting to send him away,” he muttered. “It’s about the responsibility. You know how much time I spend out on missions. Who’s going to take care of him?”

“I will,” you said quickly, cradling the kitten closer. “I’ll do everything. Feed him, clean up after him, take him to the vet—everything. Please, Sasuke?”

His gaze flicked from you to the kitten, who mewed pitifully in your arms as if pleading his case.

“You’re both impossible,” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

“So... we can keep him?” Your voice was hopeful

Sasuke sighed again, his shoulders slumping. “Fine. But you’re taking care of him.”

You beamed, hugging the kitten tightly. “Thank you! You won’t regret this, I promise!”

He muttered something under his breath about already regretting it but couldn’t help the small, reluctant smile that tugged at his lips as he watched you fuss over the kitten.

Later that evening, as you sat beside him on the porch, the kitten curled up in your lap, Sasuke glanced over at you.

“What are you calling him?” he asked, his tone casual.

“Tora,” you replied with a grin. “It suits him, don’t you think?”

“Hm.” Sasuke shook his head but didn’t argue. If letting you keep the kitten made you this happy, he supposed he could put up with a little extra chaos.

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I beg you more of sasuke w a pregnant lover, please

Warning: not nsfw, but a bit suggestive

The nursery, nearly ready, was filled with the scent of fresh paint and the occasional scrape of tools against the wall. You stood near the opposite wall, your loose bun bobbing slightly as you concentrated on painting a large, bold Uchiha clan symbol. You wanted it to be the first thing to be seen in your baby's room.

You were wearing one of Sasuke's oversized shirts hanging off one shoulder because yours was starting to become too tight, and a pair of shorts that barely peeked out from underneath. Sasuke, meanwhile, was affixing a shelf to the wall to hold the toys Naruto had gifted to your baby—a variety of stuffed animals and little ninja figurines. His focus was sharp as always, but when he glanced to the side and saw you biting your lip in concentration, the screwdriver in his hand faltered.

You shifted slightly, reaching up to touch up a corner of the symbol, the movement lifting the hem of the shirt just enough to expose more of her thighs. Sasuke swallowed hard, his dark eyes lingering a bit too long on your ass.

"You’re staring," You said without looking away from your work. It was hard to ignore his eyes burning the back of your head.

He didn’t respond right away, his gaze traveling up to your focused expression, especially your lips, which made you smirk.

"I’m gonna catch a cold if you keep undressing me with your eyes like that, you know."

Sasuke’s lips twitched into the faintest smile. "I could always warm you up."

Before you could respond, he set the screwdriver aside and crossed the room in a few quick strides. His hands found your waist, fingers curling possessively over your hips as he gently tugged you away from the wall.

"Sasuke!" You exclaimed, laughing as you almost dropped the paintbrush. "The paint—"

"Can wait," he interrupted, his voice low as he leaned in, his breath brushing against her ear. He felt your perfume and that sweet scent went straight to his dick. He could swear if you weren't already pregnant, he would get you like that now from the way you were driving him crazy just by existing in the same room.

Your cheeks flushed and you placed your hands instinctively against his chest. "We’re supposed to be working on the nursery," You managed to say, your voice shaky from the way his lips ghosted over the curve of her neck, giving it a few licks and kisses here and there.

"We are," he murmured, his hands sliding up to the buttons of the shirt you were wearing. "But you’re making it so damn difficult to focus."

Sasuke undid the first button and quickly the other ones, exposing your breasts that he loved so much to the cold air "You are impossible" You complained, but by the way you were feeling your underwear get wet, not actually.

"And you love it," he replied, brushing his lips against yours in a teasing kiss.

The paintbrush fell from your hand as you leaned into him, your protest melting away as his body pressed yours. Whatever was left of the nursery preparations could definitely wait until tomorrow.

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Pls don't send me to horny jail BUT will you be writing nsfw for Sasuke ?

🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓🚓 officer, it's this one right here

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What's the story of the cats? 🥺

Tora and Shiro were found by the reader, and in my head, she convinced Sasuke to stay with them (not that he could bring herself to say no to her). I plan on posting about it soon

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You are so cute with your gf 🥰🥰🥰💘

I better be