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nnovus · 2 months ago

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𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ━━ SUKUNA X READER

SYNOPSIS… Many knew The King of Curses; Ryomen Sukuna to be an arrogant and cunning with a strong attachment towards his wife; A powerful and reliable women before reaching her death. A death that caused The king of curses nothing but pain. Until right after reawakening he spots his wife’s reincarnation standing right in front of him.

INFO… Sukuna x uchihabased!reader , angst, mentions of sickness, narutoxjjk!crossover , mentions of weightloss, mentions of violence, trueform!sukuna, heianera!sukuna, readers looks and personality are based off madara uchiha, mentions of blood, oc!reader,

OTHER…likes and reblogs are appreciated

FOR THE FIRST TIME SUKUNA SEEMED TO BE LOST FOR WORDS ━━ His eyes refused to leave sight of the beautiful women in front of him.

She stood so elegantly in her warrior uniform as the tall trees in the forest surrounded her. She had her head lifted, looking up into the moon Her side continued to face Sukuna.

It didn’t take long for the women to lower her head and slightly turn her eyes to make contact with his bright red ones.

He analysed her appearance, not allowing himself to miss one feature about her. She was fair-skinned with spiky, black hair that had a slight blue tint to it.

Her hair was put into a loose low bun with shoulder-length bangs framing the sides of her face covering most of her right eye. Although looking still quite young, more prominent creases had developed under each of her eyes. Standing out was her crimson armour with numerous metal plates, forming protective guards along his chest, waist, shoulders and thighs. She held a unique sword in her fist.

It started with Sukuna on a mission travelling with Uraume and a few other of his men but realistically the missions goal completely slipped out his mind the second he saw her..

Uraume eyebrows raised with seeing Sukuna’s reaction. He may have not said anything but with the way his body and eyes twitched at the women’s appearance. made it more than obvious. He needed her in his grasps.

His eyes widened to see a fatal amount start to drip blood down from her head covering the side of her face that wasn’t already covered by her bangs.

With such an injury and many others around her body, it didn’t take long for her to lose her grip around weird looking sword as it had now fallen onto the ground.

They all were all lost for words to see the girl then close her eyes while consciousness soon left her body. Before she was able to collapse and the ground a pair of large hands had been placed around her waist.

It seems Sukuna had used his incredibly speed to behind her before she was able to hit the ground. His men looked at each other slightly confused. Did the Ruthless King Of Curses really just do that??

Though they were quickly hushed by Uraume not wanting to say or do something that might get them killed. Uraume only rolled their eyes before signalling the men to go on ahead and complete the mission.

They only nodded in agreement before running off leaving the three of them alone as the woman was now being held up by Sukuna’s lower left arm.

“Lord Sukuna..” Uraume muttered. Not admitting it but they were indeed slightly stunned by his actions. Even if he wanted her, it was out of the ordinary for him to catch anyone before they lost consciousness. Half the time he is the reason why they lose consciousness anyway.

The King Of Curses stayed silent with nothing but his usual scowl painted across his face. Being more focused on the dark haired woman as he picked her up bridal style, having the idea to keep such a beauty under his supervision.

Uraume walked closer toward the two, amused at how the woman rested her head on his muscular tattooed chest. What was more is he didn’t seem to care about the blood that stained his exposed skin.

“Are you going to heal her yourself?” Uraume asked. Even though the woman was unconscious, there was still soft painful groans that were mixed in with her breathing.

“I’m not letting her die, This woman definitely has a purpose.” He smirked having a clear satisfied expression that Uraume could only sweat at.

Uraume has seen The King of Curses be pleased and satisfied with many things such as Killings, executions, Power, fighting, basically bloodshed overall. Exactly why it’s shocking to see an even more, manically, pleaded grin on his lips while he looked at you.

Cursed energy surrounded his hand before he went to place it on the woman’s chest to heal her and ensured of her survival. After all it would be a shame to let such a doll out of his grasp so soon.

Sukuna figured that due to recent events of him finding such treasure, it would be best to return to his empire and let the woman get some proper rest.

It then took the King Of Curses, two steps of footsteps before Uraume eye’s caught sight of it. On the Back of the women’s attire a symbol was embroidered.

It was most definitely a clan symbol. It features a distinctive design resembling a traditional Japanese fan or umbrella, characterized by its bold color scheme of red and white. She knew of that symbol well, definitely the Uchiha clan’s crest.

“The woman..” Uraume called out, grabbing Sukuna’s attention. After all, the topic had seemed to be about his treasure. It would be criminal not to listen.

“The woman looks like to be from the Uchiha Clan.” They added while eyeing the clan’s crest. As soon as the clan’s name was mentioned the hair tie that kept her hair in a bun broke.

Letting out her dark, long, spiky hair to cover the Uchiha Clan’s symbol. With that Sukuna’s manic smile grew larger.

“Uchiha, you say.. Guess I really hit the jackpot, Right Uraume?” He asked, sounding more like a statement. He was well aware of his win, there was no need for anyone to inform him.

“It seems so, Master Sukuna.” Uraume replied. A closed eye smile appearing on their face as well. It seemed it was now time for Lord Sukuna’s prize to be brought home.

It had now officially been a week since that incident. And to Be fair it hadn’t left Sukuna’s mind once. Minimum once a day Sukuna visits the woman’s room to see if the Uchiha had woken up. Unfortunately there was still no signs of her waking up.

He was now sat on his throne resting his head in his palm with a frown placed on his lips while he bit the inside of his cheek. He was really starting to get impatient. Usually if someone wasn’t awake the instant Sukuna was present. They would be killed. But for you, it truly was different. And it was really starting to piss him off.

He turned his eyes to the side of his throne where his faithful servant, Uraume was standing. It seemed they was were aware of his thoughts. Only shaking their head to let The king of curses know there were still no signs of consciousness coming from the women.

“Y’know Uraume, This is really starting to—” He tried to complain but was interrupted from the doors of his throneroom flying open to reveal one of his female servants, one who he did not remember the name of but she did seem to have a puffed out look on her face.

She rushed towards the King’s throne before kneeling in front of it. Sukuna raised his eyebrows his angry expression tensing. She better have a good excuse to make such a scene in the man’s castle. Just who did she think she is making doors fly open.

“Master Sukuna, the w-woman is awake..” Sukuna’s eyes widened as his frown quickly turned to a menacing smile. Finally, his been waiting for this.

The man practically threw himself up from his throne, already making his way towards the room she was being cared at. Uraume followed behind him of course.

Although he turned his eyes to make contact with Uraume a few moments after heavy movement and multiple voices were heard from the direction where the woman supposedly was.

When they got closer, specifically at the doorframe that started the hallway filled with rooms. They were stunned at what they were staring at.

“You’re still hurt. You need to get back in bed!” A female servant of Sukuna’s yelled out. Sukuna was quite speechless to see such an illustration.

With his own very vision, he was looking at backs of his servant and the woman. His servant had her arms extended forward not directly touching the woman’s waist but near it. It seemed she was trying to help steady her balance all without touching her.

Though it was clear she was still in no position to be moving around so much. Though it seemed she was the type of woman who didn’t believe it in rest.

She currently had her left hand placed on the wall while her right one was pressed onto her chest where she was originally injured. Her body was leaning against the wall as she couldn’t walk without the support.

“Thanks for your concern, but screw that-” Sukuna sweated at the way the woman collapsed onto her knees before she was even able to finish her sentence.

“Oh, Lord sukuna!?” The servant said surprised as she was unaware of the man who was behind them. What’s more was both Uraume and the man had a stupid, dumbfounded expression on his face. It was quite hilarious to see since he was known to be always angry and serious. But of course, the servant didn’t dare to speak a chuckle around him.

“What’s going on here??” He asked angrily, closing the distance and making his way towards the two in front of him. He vermillion red eyes glared down at the woman who‘s breathing quickly fastened.

“I tried to make her say in bed until you came but, she wouldn’t listen.” The servant explained and bowed nervously thinking she would get scolded or even worse..

But to be honest, not a signal word entered Sukuna’s brain as he only kept focus on his favourite sight. The woman of course. Well second favourite, bloodshed was obviously his first.

A unnoticed gasp was then released from his lips after he caught a glimpse of something. Even though the woman was collapsed onto the ground he was still able to get a good look at everything about her.

Her long gorgeous hair, and refined elegant and delicate face as well as her perfect body. Exactly why he didn’t fail to notice the blood that stained through her white robe and the bandages that were wrapped around her upper chest.

He was quick to pick her up from the ground and carry her back to the bedroom she was staying at. He then placed her onto the bed while he took a seat on a chair right next to the bed. Giving him a perfect angle of her face.

He seemed to be man spreading while his bottom pair of hands intertwined with eachother. He kept focus on her noticing her breathing was not quite slowing down. With that information, Uraume was given the task to grab the girl a cup of water and new bandages.

She was laid on her back, eyes shut with her legs tangled across each other. Her arms were separated but they were both indeed rested on the pillow and most of her hair that was in the way.

Her hair was long which was why it was no surprised that her hair had been spread all over the pillow and bed. As for her face, her cheeks had turned into a pinkish tint and sweat had been seen. Very Obvious signs of a fever.

Sukuna felt the inside of his pants twitch when she incompletely opened her eyes making contact with his. The feverish look on her face did seemed to have quite the impact on him.

His thoughts were soon interrupted by Uraume walking in with a cup of water and a fresh set of cloth bandages. Now officially walking up to the Uchiha they placed the items on the bedside table.

“You did your research, right Uraume?” Sukuna raised his brows when seeing Uraume place her arm behind the woman’s back to asssit with sitting her up and when needing to drink the cup of water that was bought to her.

By this so called ‘research’ he had originally assigned Uraume to find information about the women. After all there was nothing they knew besides her family name and appearance.

“Yes Master Sukuna.” They nodded after fixing the Uchiha’s pillow and laying her down once again. Her rosy cheeks and teary eyes making the man practically lose his mind.

“So??” He asked not needing to say much to let his faithful servant know about his curiosity.

“Y/N Uchiha, heir of the Uchiha clan. A genius acknowledged for her exceptional intellect, strategic thinking, and mastery of the Uchiha clan's Dojutsu.” Uraume said talking about her as if she wasn’t laid on the bed right beside the two.

“hmm, thought so…” Sukuna muttered. He was already well aware of the fact the woman was strong. He was aware of it since the first time their eyes made contact in the forset.

“I was able to manage to a piece of her data book it’s not much but definitely worth looking at.” Uraume said. Slipping down the top of Y/N’s robe to expose her full torso that was covered in bandages.

“I see..” Sukuna mumbled, watching how Uraume unwrapped Y/N’s bandages leaving her upper body bare. Only causing the King Of Curse’s glare to intensify as well as the tent in his pants.

When seeing Uraume finished with treating the injured woman Sukuna had gotten up from his seat and signalled his most faithful servant to follow behind him outside the room.

“Everything alright, Lord Sukuna?” Uraume questioned. Closing the door shut behind them as they exited the room and started walking down the hallway of the estate.

“Get a concubine ready for me, Uraume.” He said, not sounding very entertained or pleased. Uraume nodded soon seeing the man enter the library of his estate wanting to find the ‘page’ they spoke about.

He studied it for about a whole thirty minutes before placing it in the pocket of his pants. He then found his body and mind guiding himself through the grand estate back to her room. Aftter Opening the door and walking into the room, he was somehow standing in shock at this sight.

Y/N Uchiha left her room in bad condition and without supervision once again. Oh he most definitely needed to put some sense into her. Escaping from his eyes every chance given made his blood boil.He rapidly moved around the room. Making a mess of everything while trying to look for Y/N or at least a hint of where she could’ve ran off to in her injured state.

When moving around the room his eye caught sight of the balcony door that was slightly opened. It wasn’t like that when him and Uraume had left. Could it be??His eyes began to twitch as he thought of the worst possible situations that could’ve occurred while he was gone.

Exactly why it didn’t take him long to rush out onto the balcony. To his relief, Y/N stood just a few inches away from the railing as she seemed to be folding a piece of paper and placing it inside a bag that was carried by a type of hawk?? Seemed like a messenger bird. Wait where did she even get the paper and ink from anyway?

“Your suppose to be resting..” He informed, raising his eyebrows as he walked forward, closer to the railing to stand next to the Uchiha. “yeah well, I can rest once I’m dead.” She rolled her eyes before lifting her arm to allow the bird to fly away with her note.

She then turned her head to look at the King of Curses. He was truly shocking. He was tall and muscular man covered in tattoos with four arms, four eyes, and a large mouth on his stomach.

In the two encounters she had with him before, specifically in the forest and earlier on today she did infact get a few glimpses at him. But her vision was blurry so it was hard to make out. But right now she saw it all.

He also has short pink-red hair and red eyes, with his two right eyes being angled differently and located on a white flesh plate-like structure on the right side of his face. He also clearly did not have a happy expression on his face, and it was definitely towards the sassiness Y/N had just displayed.

After all the first words she had said to him directly were truly infuriating and disrespectful to a man with such power as his. “Damn woman—” He bickered at her. But, was unable to finish when he saw her delicate and fragile face in full view in front of him. To think a pretty face might be the cause of his death was truly unreal.

“So…I hope you’re smart enough to not plan on using that hawk as a way of escape.” He muttered changing the topic when holding deep eye contact with the girl.

“No, I just want to send my clan a confirmation about my safety.” She replied, knowing about the rumours and skills of none other than the cruel and powerful king Ryomen Sukuna.

“After all, I doubt you’re the type to let your prisons free so easily. Ain’t that right, Lord Sukuna.” A smirk now appearing on her lips.

But the man stayed quiet. Due to the fact his thought were all over the place. Oh how he loved the way his name sounded when coming out her gorgeous lips.

“Surrender yourself to me..” He said with the most amount of confidence ever heard. It sounded more like a statement than a question.

Y/N only blinked at his words unsure what he mean’t, was he gonna kill her or something?? Her brain wasn’t able to comprehend his sentence. She was still injured the man seriously needed to give her a break.

“You heard me.” He stated, a driving look in his eyes. There was really no stopping the King from getting what he wanted. And what he wanted was Y/N Uchiha.

A ethereal beauty like that was something he needed at his aid. Even looking at her made him crazy. Oh how badly he wanted everything about her. Would definitely love to get rid of the sassiness and sarcasm though. No worries he had a plan for that!!!

“You heard me, Offer yourself to me. Your freedom, body, soul, mind. Everything about you I want it served to me on a golden platter…” Has he seriously lost his mind. Y/N were a damn clan heir she didn’t have time for this crap.

Part 2???

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cosmic-glow · 11 months ago

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Request: "May I request soft akatsuki headcannons for a reader who loves to bake and cook? It's a passion of mine, and a great stress reliever! There's nothing I won't try and try to make!"

Notes: First of all, I'm sorry it took me so long to respond 😭 I also like cooking and I completely agree with you! I hope you like what I wrote, good reading!

"Are you hungry, love?"- Akatsuki

Warnings: no pronouns; no use of "y/n"; pure cuteness. Gender: Soft Headcanons. Characters: Itachi; Kisame; Deidara; Sasori; Kakuzu; Hidan; Zetsu; Tobi/Obito; Pein; Konan.

Itachi Uchiha

He always offers you help in the kitchen.

He is very picky when cooking for someone but is easily satisfied with whatever you cook for him.

He feels obligated to return the favor by cooking for you too. That's why he took charge of breakfast, always waking up before you to prepare what you like.

Likes hot foods and pasta. Loves handmade sweets.

He prefers traditional foods, but accepts trying new flavors when he's with you.

He loves going out to buy new ingredients with you, he knows a lot about the subject and would be of great help.

Kisame Hoshigaki

You know that popular saying that the best way to conquer a man is through his stomach? It applies very well to this man.

He likes to be spoiled with food and will be grateful for it so.. please cook for him.

His heart feels warm when he comes home and smells something delicious you are preparing.

He likes foods with a sweet and sour taste, and he loves meat. He also loves sweets, so it's not hard to please Kisame.

He loves trying new flavors with you. If you want, he'll even help you in the kitchen, but he's not very good (he's a bit clumsy).

He'll find a way to say thank you, whether it's washing the dishes, giving gifts, taking you out to eat, all of the above, whatever you prefer.

He's the kind of guy who would eat what you prepared even if it was completely burnt if he knew you put effort into it.

Deidara

He likes fast food, but is very happy when you cook for him.

Thanks to you, he's starting to eat more healthily, because he has a childish palate and is very resistant to exploring new flavors.

He likes spicy foods because are like an explosion in the mouth.

"I have to say, honey, your cooking is an art!" - he says with his mouth full when he really likes it.

One of his favorite moments of the day is when you're eating something you've prepared or he's bought, watching a movie and talking about anything.

It's something very simple, but if you make a cake just for him on his birthday, he'll feel so loved that he might even cry a little.

(Sometimes he brags to the other members about having such a skilled s/o in the kitchen).

But please keep this boy the hell away from the kitchen! When I say he's a complete chaos cooking, it's because the kitchen almost always explodes! Literally!

Sasori

He often forgets that he still needs to eat due to his puppet body, so he's grateful that you remind him. He still needs to eat a little every now and then to ensure a bit of vital energy or something.

And yes, that was the lie he invented to not disappoint you. And regardless of whether you believed it or not, he always eats your food, even though he knows how much work it will take to clean his insides afterwards (don't worry, he'll probably come up with something to solve this).

Understand, he lied because he knows how important cooking is to you, he sees how much you work at it, but had the misfortune of being with a guy who doesn't need to eat… but he couldn't risk hurting you for something that's his fault.

Sasori only eats your food and no one else's, no matter how much they insist.

He likes foods with strong spices, he no longer feels flavors in the same way as when he was a human.

At the end of every meal, he politely thanks you for the delicious food and offers to help with the dishes.

Kakuzu

He likes hot, very hot, and traditional foods. Doesn't like sweets.

He's great in the kitchen and sometimes cooks for you too, as a thank you. Kakuzu has many years of experience in the kitchen, take the opportunity to ask questions and get some tips, he may not show it but he really likes to help you.

Maybe you don't know, but Kakuzu practically never eats out, he knows that some people want him dead and could easily poison his food. So for him to eat everything you prepare without hesitation is really a great show of trust.

He is very silent while eating, but he doesn't mind if you want to talk about your day, he will be listening to every part.

He really appreciates your food, getting involved and asking about the spices you used, how you prepared it, he really likes it when you test a new recipe.

Always at the end of every meal he thanks you for the food and gets up before you to clear the table and wash the dishes, a silent way of thanking you.

Hidan

Spicy and crunchy foods and sour desserts, it's true heaven for him...

As incredible as it may seem, Hidan is very picky about his food, it's unbearable to go out to eat with him, it seems like he always makes a point of finding some flaw.

But it's the total opposite with you, he eats everything you prepare without complaining too much, just teasing you a little as always. Except if he is angry with you for some reason, then he will be impossible, no matter what you prepared, he will not eat it.

Hidan has a very annoying childhood palate, so don't force him to eat something he doesn't really like, like vegetables for example.

You'll probably have some arguments about him drink any kind of blood but not wanting to eat the soup you made (for example), but it won't change anything.

Whenever you enter the kitchen, Hidan follows right behind to find out what you're going to prepare and also because he loves to annoy you while you're cooking. He tickles you, bites you, hugs you, kisses you and even steals some utensils to disturb you before you kick him out of the kitchen.

Zetsu

He likes meat a lot, in fact you thought it was the only thing he could eat.

He is very impatient and even hugs you trying to convince you to let him eat before you finish.

"I don't care that it's not ready yet and it's raw, I'm hungry, love. Let me eat it just the way it is."

Not a very good critic of your recipes, he will eat literally anything you put in front of him and thank you for it.

You are the one who teaches him to have a more refined palate and he loves trying new flavors with you.

Zetsu grows a vegetable garden just for you, with everything you need fresh and tasty for your recipes.

Tobi/Obito Uchiha

Tobi >loves< sweets, make sweets for him and you'll have him curled up in the palm of your hand.

Both Tobi and Obito don't like spicy food.

He feels so loved when you cook for him <3 (a tip: prepare ramen for him when he's sad, it'll make him feel better).

Whenever he comes home early he brings you some sweets he bought at the bakery as a treat.

This is another man who is very easy to win over with his stomach. He'll feel very special if you tell him you've prepared something just for him. Make him your guinea pig for new recipes, he really doesn't mind and always gives you great feedback.

He always offers you the first bite out of respect, he is as happy to see you eating and talking about how tasty it is as he is to eat something you prepared.

Pein

Pein went through long periods of starvation as a child, so as much as it may seem, he isn't very picky about what he eats.

Likes hot and spicy foods. Hate sweets.

He is a great fan of your food, even if you've accidentally burnt it or overdone the seasoning, he'll be happy to eat something you've lovingly prepared.

Due to his work as leader of Akatsuki, he often forgets to eat properly. It's you who show up at his office and remind him to eat, with something you've prepared in hand, he's really grateful for your care.

He is always attentive to your needs. Did you like a cuter utensil kit than the ones you have? Are your. Wanting new seasonings? Suddenly they appear in your pantry. Everything you need.

Pein always makes it clear how he likes you to cook but that he doesn't want you to be overwhelmed with it, so he does everything to make this task easier for you, including ordering something from restaurants for you to eat and enjoy your free time together.

Konan

He likes mild sweets and, ironically, spicy foods. (Please make sweets for Konan, she likes a lot).

She will always feel like she is bothering or burdening you when you cook for her.

Konan isn't that good in the kitchen, so she's grateful to have a s/o who cooks so well. Sometimes she watches you cook to try to learn something, in an attempt to return the favor one day.

Buy a lot of sweets for you and make a point of always keeping your pantry well stocked so you don't have to worry about buying ingredients.

As I said, Konan doesn't like to burden you, so very often she takes you on restaurant dates.

Konan loves the culinary tours you plan, she could listen to you talk for hours about techniques, recipes and ideas. She loves seeing how excited you get talking about it.

Sorry for any typos;

Buy me a coffee?

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chocochipsushi · 5 months ago

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“𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲”

NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!

2024 Chocochipsushi Kinktober - Day 3

⤷ Kakashi Hatake as your village's Hokage

⤷ TW: Husband!Kakashi, office sex (kinda), mommy kink (not quite), cunnilingus

⤷ WC: 1.5K

⤷ Short summary: The Hokage, who is also your husband, makes you wear pencil skirts and blames you for distracting him.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“Lord Hokage?”

Kakashi flicks his gaze up to your face again. He clears his throat, trying not to come off as embarrassed for getting caught staring at your ass. Again.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he mumbles, not entirely sure what he is agreeing to.

When you’re quiet, he glances up at you again, only to see you giving him a reprimanding look with your hands on your hip. He groans and leans back in his chair, now blatantly ogling at your perky ass. He reaches out to cup the mound, his fingers instinctively curling to squeeze your flesh.

“It’s your fault you always wear these pencil skirts, baby,” he blames.

You scoff indignantly and slap his hand away. Dropping any honorifics now, you remind him, “Kakashi. You gave me this dress code when I started working as your PA.”

He flicks his gaze up to you as his lips stretch into a grin behind his mask. “Best decision of my life.”

“So you can’t blame me— Babe!” You scold when you feel your husband’s nimble hand tugging the hem of your skirt up.

He gives you a slight pout as he tries to negotiate, “Let’s just take a break, baby doll. We’ve been working so hard.”

He’s actually not wrong. You’d been in and out of his office at least five times today, and each time for no less than 30 minutes. It is nearly five in the evening now and you have to admit that you are getting tired, too.

So you let him pull your skirt up to expose your ass in a g-string. You jerk forward when you receive a smack on a cheek. Kakashi lets out a guttural groan. Hearing some rustling behind you, you turn your head to see him getting on his knees now, settling himself at eye level with your ass. He glances at you as he pulls his mask down.

“Legs wider, Mommy.”

You click your tongue at him and complain, “Stop calling me that!” He does it on purpose because he knows you hate it. He only grins at you in reply, so you huff and roll your eyes as you do as he says.

“Now bend over,” he instructs.

He hums in satisfaction at how well you listen to him despite always acting feisty with him. Finally, he leans in and he drops a kiss on your ass cheek. Your breath comes out shaky. The touch of Kakashi’s rough hands on your ass makes your heart jump and your breath hitch. He spreads your cheeks, at the same time pulling your g-string to the side, making you bite on your bottom lip at the cool stripe his tongue makes on your pussy.

“Kakashi—”

You can feel his warm breath when he clicks his tongue and mutters against your lips, “Tsk, tsk. What did I tell you about work and personal life?”

“But—”

“Uh-uh.”

You let out a small whine, which only makes Kakashi smile. It was your feistiness that made him first fall for you but it is your secretly submissive side that makes him fall ever more in love with you everyday.

“Lord Hokage,” you indulge, your tone just slightly whiny.

“Mm.”

As praise, he lands a light kiss on your folds, the tip of his nose prodding your hole just so slightly. He gave you more kisses; once, twice, three times. Squeezing your ass, his thumbs pull on your lips and spreads your folds, giving him the perfect view of your pretty cunt. Kakashi moans and gives your slit a long swipe, his tongue wet and warm from being in his watering mouth.

“Even your pussy is so pretty,” he mutters before digging into his meal.

You let out a long groan as you fall forward, bracing yourself against the table. Your husband is experienced in eating you out and he knows just what you like.

The wetness. God, Kakashi is always so messy when he slobbers all over your pussy, combining both your juices and his saliva in a dirty, filthy mix. You wish you could see him right now because your favourite thing to watch is him coming up for air with the entire bottom half of his face drenched with your arousal.

The sound. Holy fuck, he would make the most pronographic moans like he was the one getting pleasured. He enjoyed eating you out and he always made it known. And paired with the wet, smacking noises of Kakashi making out with your pussy, the room is always, always filled with the dirtiest sounds.

The feeling of Kakashi’s face in your pussy. He is never shy in getting messy. Squeezing your cheeks together, your husband delves deeper into your cunt, the tip of his nose buried between your folds. Shaking his head side to side, his moans reverberate through your body as he smears your arousal all over his face.

“Unngh…” you whine even as you shake your hips, so needy in wanting to smother your husband with your perfect ass. “Ka—” You feel a squeeze on your globe. “L-Lord Hokage,” you cry. “I’m so… close…”

Your husband hums into your pussy, his tongue slithering into your perfect little hole. Just as he flicks his tongue against your pulsing walls, you hear a knock on the door. You freeze, your body prickling with fear.

You have never moved faster when you lift up off the table, your arms holding you up. You let out a hiss when you realise Kakashi is still buried in your pussy, this time stuffing his tongue in and out of your tight hole. Quickly grabbing your file, you hold it in front of you so the width of it hides the view of you getting your pussy eaten by the Hokage.

“Yes?” You clear your throat when you hear how squeaky you sound. “Come in.”

The door opens slowly and Shikamaru steps inside, only to stop when he realises that it is just you. His thin brows furrow as he scans the room. Your pussy squeezes around your husband’s wet muscle in fear and excitement. You know Kakashi is holding in his groan when you feel hot air breathing against your folds.

“Where is the Sixth Hokage?”

You gulp and answer as convincingly as you can, “Probably off trying to avoid his duties.”

“Again?” Shikamaru scoffs as he gives you a look. “You should put a leash on your husband.”

Your lips quirk when you feel Kakashi’s fingers squeezing your flesh, as if trying to stop himself from strangling the boy. With another scoff, Shikamaru exits the office, leaving just you and the Hokage in the room. Kakashi finally parts from your pussy.

As he strokes your slit with his thumb, he complains, “Why is it so believable that I am skiving on the job?”

“Just look at what you’re doing now— Ah!” you slam the file down and fall forward, perking your ass up instinctively when he takes another dive into your cunt again.

Kakashi digs his tongue between your tight walls again, his hand finally leaving your ass to touch your clit. Oh, fuck. He’s driving it home.

You brace yourself, knowing what’s coming. Your husband strokes your stiff peak before rubbing the pearl between his finger and his thumb, playing with your clit like it is a toy. Even though he is gentle, your clit is so sensitive that jolts zap through your body and your pussy clamps down on his tongue. Kakashi lets out a loud moan against your pussy, now spreading his mouth wider to taking in more of you. He sucks and laps at your pussy, sometimes fucking your tight cunt with his expert tongue.

The sound of him eating you out is so loud and so dirty. He knows you love it. Especially when you push your pussy into his face, your body moving on its own as you move your hips up and down, riding the Hokage’s face like the slut that you are. You can feel the tip of his nose sliding over your pussy over and over, giving you the stimulation that you need.

You clamp your palm to your mouth and squeeze your eyes tight, your orgasm crashing down on you so intensely that you see white behind your lids. Your thighs are quivering and your hips are twitching against Kakashi, your pussy fluttering as you soak your husband’s face. He laps up your cum, moaning lowly at every stripe his tongue makes on your pussy, always enjoying the taste of his wife’s arousal.

You’re spent against the table, your brain fuzzy and relaxed that you don’t even notice Kakashi getting off the floor. He puts your g-string back in place and pulls down your skirt again. Pressing his semi-hard erection against your ass, he bends over your body. You blink up at him foggily. He laughs softly.

“You’re so cute.” Making a quick swipe over the lower half of his face with his palm in an attempt to clean himself, he drops a kiss on your cheek. Then, he teases you in a breathy murmur, making you whine at his mockery.

“Pencil skirts are made for you, Mommy.”

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A change of heart

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Naruto mother figure!reader

Summary: Naruto has left to train with Jiraya and you are left to wonder if he is doing okay.

A/N: let me get this out of my system thanks a lot don’t know if is going to kill my writer’s block but I see what happens with the asks I have in my draft. I have no idea what this is, if is bad please pretend nothing was written🙃. This is the longer ff I have wrote and is just crazy to me lol @charming-cherry0 here the Kakashi’s ff I’ve talked about hope you like it

You gave up a life filled with missions; a life of notority for the love you had-and still have to this day-for the people that took you in and raised you when your family died. You had promised to Minato and Kushina that you would take care of their son if anything happened to them. You didn't expect to fill in the role of a mother this soon.

When they sacrified themselves for the security of Konoha you were initially mad at them, leaving you just like your biological family did. Of course it wasn't their plan to die this young, not when they just became partens for the second time. You had to live with the fact that you had a job do to, to take care of your little brother Naruto.

Time passed, Naruto grew up and you couldn't help but being reminded about that night. Mostly because the villagers would always bring it up when walking past you and the Jinchūriki, making the young ninja ask questions, and you had to tell him white lies about it, the Third Hokage had made everyone promise to never reveal the true identity of his parents.

It broke your heart to lie to him, keeping him in the shadows of his lineage, but you knew that if words spread he was the son of the famous Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage of the Leaf Village, he was going to be in more danger than he already was for having a tailed beast sealed into him.

It broke your heart when Naruto would come home faking a smile. You noticed he had been secretly crying, his puffy red eyes giving away his secret, but you never commented on them, instead you made sure to remind him that there were more important metters than caring about what people had to say about it. It always brought a sincere smile on his beautiful features.

With time, his pranks and shenanigans never stopped, and so your profusely apologizes to the villagers, who only rolled their eyes to you and whispered under their breath what a terrible guardian you were to the kid. "If he doesn't know how to behave is because he is not getting a proper education" they always said and you had to control yourself and not yelling at them that you were doing your best as a young girl yourself. Sometimes Naruto would hear the adults making fun of you, and this was one of the reasons why he would be mean to them, throwing ramen leftovers on their face or sticking out his foot to make them trip.

"Naruto, what happened? Why would do that to them?" you would ask him once in confinement of your apartament, away from prying eyes and ears. He would only say that he felt like it, or that they had been making fun of him. He didn't want to make you doubt your skills as a parental figure, not when he too knew he wasn't an easy kid to take care of. You would scoff and tell him to got to his room and do some homeworks while you would make dinner.

With time, things started to get better. Naruto had came to you one day revealing that he was determined to befriend Sasuke Uchiha, at the mention of the clan that got massacred your mind went back to when you had met the boy's mother before the tragedies that took place at the village and you smiled at him. Assuring him that one day, the two of them would the best of friends, you didn't know that was taking them a long time to get there.

It was when Naruto failed the gennin exam that you felt like a failure, if he didn't came to you for help it had to be because you weren't doing a good job of reassuring the boy he could rely on you, but oh how wrong you were. Naruto loved you dearly, and was grateful to have you in his life so he couldn't let you down, he had to make you proud of him and he thought that coming to you for help was a sign of weakness for him and he didn't want to show you he was weak.

You cried, for the first time in front of him, that night after he had told you all of that. Hugging like your lives depended on that you assured him that it was okay to show weakness, for him he was just a kid. From that night he never kept sectres from you, well maybe just the fact that he knew that people still belittled you by doing a poor job raising him.

You never, in your life, were jealous of people but since Kakashi Hatake became the sensei assigned to Naruto's team you discovered a new emotion: jealousy.

You had heard about the shinobi in question, how could you not? He was famous because of his father and for his talents. While at the academy you never interacted much with him and he kept a distance from you too, the two of you had nothing in common but the fact that your adoptive father was his teacher, that was it. Nothing less, nothing more. One single person in common wasn't a reason strong enough to bring the two of you to talk to each other for more than five minutes. But now? How much you wished to be able to take off your ears, because honestly? You couldn't stand another day hearing about the man.

Naruto was smittered with him, sure Kakashi sometimes was harsh with him but he was a great teacher. He couldn't stop talking about him, not only that but the constant talk of the town on how lucky Naruto was to have such a mature and responsible teacher made all your hard work seem trivial. The villagers kept on belittling you by putting on a pedestal Kakashi Hatake, the gem of the Leaf Village.

It had been a week since Naruto left Konoha alongside Jiraya, a week without a single word from him informing you about his days with the legendary ninja and his training sessions, a week worrying about the boy. Was he eating enough? Was he resting enough? Is he spending his money wisely or is he spending it for useless things? You couldn't stop thinking about how he was doing away from you.

"Earth's calling Y/N." you heard the voice of Kakashi from the other side of the window of the shop. You rolled your eyes upon seeing him laying hands on the windowsill with his book on sight. You turn around, asking him what he needed in such a late hour at your store. "saw the light was on and decided to see if you needed anything"

"Nothing if it's coming from you." you simply said walking towards the register to collect your things before heading back home. You didn't hear him jump into the store, his movements always quiet as if he is always on a mission of some sorts, you didn't even hear him closing the window, only when you turned to leave the store you noticed what he has been doing. "you need anything?" you mocked him, your words harsh because why was he so suddenly paying you a visit after closing hour?

"I don't need anything. Again I saw the li-" you cut him off, taking out the keys you unlocked the door and invited him outside. He didn't say anything, just followed your silent instructions and waited next to you to lock the door again. "heading home?"

"What do you think?" his presence was annoying you, you didn't want to be seen with him walking around the village, who knew what terrible things people would say if they saw you with such loved shinobi like him. "Hatake you don't have to walk me home, I still remember how to protect myself" it was true, all those year of combat training were still present in your muscle memory so you could have managed just fine if something were to happen to you. He didn't care, keeping you company on your way home.

"I just want to catch up with an old friend, is that wrong?" you halted at his words? Friends? Since when did he consider you a friend? The last time you checked the two of you even spoke was during the attack of the Nine tailed fox on the village, and just because you had to inform him about a change in the original plans.

He noticed your absence a couple of seconds later, turning around he asked you what happened that got you to stop in your tracks.

"I'm sorry, since when are we friends?" Kakashi was about to answer but you didn't give him the chance to add anything. "Listen, just because you are Naruto's teacher does not mean you and me are friends. And before I say anything that I will regret later please go home. I don't need to be reminded that I am a pathetic excuse of a mother." you whispered the last part, you didn't need him to know how you felt.

Kakashi heard you, loud and clear. He knew you were critisized by the villagers. He came across a couple of people that would praise him by belittling you, the ninja had always took your side, defending you against the mean words spoke behind your back. He didn't fight you, he didn't comment on your sentence, he was sure whatever he said wasn't going to make you feel better.

That night you cried, alone in the apartament you shared with Naruto and that was going to feel cold until he was back from his training. You knew that those three years without him were going to be long.

The next morning you woke up tired, giving a quick look at the pillow you could tell you cried yourself to sleep. The sight in the bathroom's mirror could confirm your theory, not that it was that hard to come to the conclusion of that, after what happened last night it was either that or you had spilled some water on it. The latter being the last possible.

Once you were finally ready to go and open the doors of your shop, you were faced with a toad at your doorstep, you can tell is one of Jiraya's because the animal is too big to be a common one. Is only when you took a second look that you noticed it had an envelope between its hands, you asked permission to take it from the animal and when the envolope was in yours the toad disappeared. You smiled reading the name of Naruto on the paper. Today was going to be great.

Dear Y/N,

sorry if I haven't written to you sooner but this week my days were filled with learning new techniques with the Ero-sennin that I totally forgot to inform you about my days. You don't have to worry about me, the Toad Sage reminds me to not overwork myself. I am eating a lot of good and tasy food. My sleeping schedule is not the best but I always remember your words about how important a good sleep is to become stronger.

I miss you very much, take care of the shop and eat a lot of ramen for me too.

Love you, Naruto.

The letter finished with his signature thumb print and a smiley face next to it, you smiled thanking that he remembered you while away for training.

The door of the shop opened, and you looked up from the letter to invite in your first client of the day but upon seeing Kakashi you rolled your eyes annoyed by his presence already.

"I don't think rolling your eyes is a good way to make your costumers feel welcomed" he commented.

"Why are you here?" you asked walking in front of the your desk. "and don't you dare to say that you just want to have a talk with a friend because I'm pretty sure I made it clear yesterday that we aren't friends." your tone was calm but the point came across to the shinobi, you didn't want to have him around.

"I'm here in peace. I want to look for something to buy, that's all." he said, intertwining his hands behind the back of his head he started walking around the store.

"You do realize this is a store that has nothing for you, right?" your shop was filled with clothes and accessories for the female villagers, nothing that Kakashi could wear or use even if he wanted to. The sizes were too small for him and you could swear he is not the type to take a bag with him. You pictured him with a couple of hairpins but only in the secrecy of his apartament, never outside. You scoffed at the imagine of him securing his white hair with pretty pins.

"I never said it was for me. I said I'm looking for something to buy." he repeated, deciding to not ask you why were you scoffing so out of the blue. "Asuma wants to surprise Kurenai and I offered to help him find something that she might like" you were taken aback, you never imagined him to be someone that would offer his help to look for gifts. "oh by the way, do you know if Naruto is okay? That ungrateful kid didn't write me a letter yet." you totally missed the little smile that formed on his face, both because you were facing his back and because of the mask he never takes off his face.

"I, actually, got a letter from him this morning." you said happy that Naruto wrote to you first than Kakashi, even though he had wrote at the two of you simultaneously, but what you didn't know couldn't hurt you, right? and Kakashi kept that information for himself when he heard your teasing tone. He didn't want to ruin your day, not after what you had said yesterday.

"That kid, forgetting about his teacher like I mean nothing to him." he commented looking at some hair clips with a charm at the end, he took a couple of them and came to you asking for which one you prefered. You choose the wooden one with the red details reminding him that most of Kurenai's outfits involved the color red. He thanked you and paid for the object.

"You mean a lot to Naruto, more than I like to admit honestly." you told him before he could leave the store. "Thank you for everything you do and for taking care of him when I can't" you confessed. He only smiled at you, wishing you a good day and promising that he wasn't going to bother you for the rest of the day.

Months passed and once a week you would get a visit from one of Jiraya's toads delivering at your doorsteps a letter from Naruto informing you about his days with the Toads Sage and how much he is improving his ninja's skills and you, oh so wished to write to him how proud you were, but his safety came first and if you wrote to him the Akatsuki would probably find him, risking to get kidnapped. You just made a note to yourself to tell him that, the moment he was back to Konoha.

Naruto’s letters weren’t the only thing keeping you company and making you smile, Kakashi was another reason why your days weren’t too boring. He would come to your shop, pretending to look around and then waiting for you to close up so he could walk you home, asking about your day, asking what Naruto had told you in his letter that week, talking about his missions (if he was allowed) and about Guy. The stories about his friend were the one you anticipated the most if you had to be honest.

When he started to hang around more, you were annoyed at him, mostly because you knew people would talk behind your back, making comments questioning why Kakashi Hatake, one of the most renowned shinobi of the village was friend with someone like you. Someone that failed both as a shinobi and as a parental figure. Their words were just speculations, you knew that, everything was far away from the truth but they still hurt you.

"She was a great shinobi and gave up all of it just because of a kid." you heard someone commenting while walking past Ramen Ichiraku, his friend scoffed saying that if you gave up so easily to take care of Naruto it was because you weren't that good as a ninja to start with.

"She failed as a ninja and as a mother. If Naruto thinks he can do whatever he wants is all her fault." he added half drunk. You had to stop in your tracks, not because you wanted to know how the conversation would move on, you didn't care much, but you had to take a deep breath before breaking down in the middle of the street. The day didn’t start in the best way and it was going to end even worse if you were to show yourself weak in front of others.

"She was the only one that could keep up with me." you recognized the voice, how could you not? It was Kakashi. "and she could kick your asses if she only wanted." he stopped, you thought to eat some more portion of ramen or to drink some water. "She did her best considering her young age and the fact that everyone was against her. Leave her alone already, she went through so much and doesn't need such remarks from people that don't even know her." The other two ninjas didn’t talk back, and you headed back home assuming they dropped the conversation there. Nothing else to add after Kakashi called them out.

Walking down memory lane that night you rememberer how during your days at the academy you thought you didn’t like Kakashi, but with time you realized you hated him. Growing up you matured and came to the conclusion that hate was such a strong emotion to feel for someone that you had nothing to do with, it was jealousy, not hatred. It could never be hatred. Now, at the doorsteps of your thirties you had to admit you were envious of him.

You envied Kakashi because he was naturally talented; you envied him because every kid always talked about him; you envied him because he was liked by all the people of Konoha; you envied him because he was everything that you could have been if life didn’t throw you a tragedy after another. You went to sleep with Kakashi’s words still in your mind and with apologizing to Kakashi on your to-do list.

That morning was rather...calm, the sky being grey didn't allow the birds to fly away from their nests and you imagined today was going to be pretty slow since people didn't like to go out with such a weather.

Opening the door of your house you bumped into Kakashi, standing there with a Bangasa* umbrella in hand.

“What are you doing here?” You asked visibly, and rightly so, confused at his presence in front of your door.

“Walking you to work? I need to be gone for a mission after lunch so I thought that maybe I could spend some time with you before leaving. If you are fine with it, of course.” You were fine with the idea of him walking you to work but the fact that he was leaving for a mission wasn’t in your plans. You decided to wait when he was back to talk to him, you didn’t want to distract him while on a mission. “So…”

“Sorry. I’m… that’s okay and really, you don’t have to spend time with me.” You said locking your door.

“But I want to. And you know, we can’t tell if I’m coming back to Konoha in one piece.” He teased but you took it seriously, knowing that you had a conversation planned with him.

“You better come back in one piece I… I have something I would like to discuss with you.” Kakashi was curious and asking to explain further your words, you repeated that it had to wait when he was done with the mission. “I just don’t wanna distract you.”

“You would never distract me. Come on, tell me.” Giving in sounded so easy and it was. The apology rolling out your mouth in a second. “And it had to wait for the mission to be over because…” you didn’t know, it was stupid considering you just had to apologize to him. Maybe you thought he was going to add more than a simple ‘thank you’, what exactly were you expecting was a mystery to you too. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me.” He added before you could express your reasoning, if there were any.

As he said he spent half the day at your shop, in the corner he made himself with time. He was quiet, reading his book and not exchanging words with the women that wanted to talk to him. They didn’t exist to him.

At lunch he stood up from his chair (yours but you never used it so he decided to claim it as his) and took out of the pocket of his vest a small white stone, you recognized it, it was an opal.

“I read it is good for protection. Never go out without it until I’m back.” You smiled at him and thanked him. “Or… don’t I don’t know. I was told… I thought you would like it.”

“I love it. Just, make sure to be back safe and sound. I don’t want to plan your funeral, I still don’t like you.” You joked. He smiled under the mask, his visible eye squinting a little bit.

“Don’t worry, Guy has everything planned for my funeral already.” He joked “see you when I’m back.” He added before leaving the shop. You watched him walk out when one of your costumers nudged at you.

“He is a good catch, confess already.” You blushed at her words and made sure she understood that you felt nothing more than admiration towards the ninja. “Whatever makes you sleep at night.” She said before paying for the necklace she had chosen.

The mission took longer than what you expected, and since your apologizes to Kakashi you bumped into his friends more than usual (Guy drunk told you he asked them to keep you company when possible) but you didn’t mind their presence. Since Naruto left you realized he was your only friend.

Kurenai was a sweet woman, always making sure you were doing fine and making sure if you had eaten enough for the day; Asuma was quiet, mostly sticking around Kurenai and promising you he would quit smoking (he never did); Guy was the funniest of the trio, telling you stories about when he and Kakashi were younger and even if you knew some of them already you let him talk.

Waking up, you looked at the calendar on your little desk, the day circled in orange was a reminder of the anniversary of the death of Minato and Kushina. It was the first time you went to their grave all by yourself and thinking about it you didn’t want to go anymore. Maybe staying all day home wasn’t a bad idea after all.

You wished Kakashi didn’t get his friends to be on your neck 24/7 because the second you laid down in bed you noticed the three ninjas outside your bedroom window.

“Why are you guys here?” You asked looking at them.

“Because we don’t want you to rot in your bed today.” Answered Guy “get off bed and get ready” he added.

“Ready for what?”

“We have a little surprise for you.” Asuma was the one answering your question. “Come on.” You sighed rolling your eyes before leaving the bed once again. “Good choice.”

Getting ready with your mind elsewhere wasn’t easy but you wouldn’t dare make the three ninjas outside your house tell you, once again, to move already.

Stepping out your apartment you wanted to go back in, whose idea was to blindfold you? And, most importantly, why would they blindfold you? Kurenai assured you it was her idea, you doubted that but there wasn’t time to fight if she was lying or not, and that you had to trust them.

Is not like you didn’t trust them but the fact that they just decided to take you out and blindfold you wasn’t helping at all. You decided to follow their instructions, without complaining.

The spot was a special one for you, not because it was anything secluded (if it was your friends couldn’t be able to find it) but because it was where Minato, Kushina and you liked to spend time together. It was your little piece of Heaven on Earth until…

“You didn’t had to” you told them, because they really didn’t had to prepare a picnic for you.

“We wanted to” replayed Kurenai “and besides what a best way to remember them than spending some time at their favorite secret place” she added up, smile on her face.

“If the dishes are not of your taste blame it on Kakashi, he suggested those” explained Guy

“Pretty sure he remembers his sensei’s favorite foods so I’m not even surprised.” You were, because those were mostly your favorite dishes (also some of Minato and Kushina’s).

The four of you started eating and in the mean time ended up talking about the Fourth Hogake and his wife, the three ninjas asking you about how the two deceased shinobi were in the privacy of their house and you laughed at the memories.

“Okay, okay let me just…” you cleared your throat and took a sip of sake before speaking again. “…I would tell you curious cats all about my lovely parents that died to save the village that hates me” everyone laughed at your tipsy words.

Standing up you try to stay as in equilibrium as possible before speaking again. And you started from the beginning, from when Kushina found you crying your eyes out over your parents’ dead bodies. She comforted you, telling you everything was going to be okay, and she took you with her, there is when you met Minato and Jiraya for the first time.

You told them how Minato was a lovely fiancée to Kushina and how he was always helping around the house without a sense of shame whatsoever, you admired him for that wishing for yourself a man that could help around the house without complaining that he shouldn’t do such things since ‘he is a man’

“That sounds like Kakashi if I have to be honest” cut you off Asuma and you laughed it off, maybe he was right but you and Kakashi? Engaged? No thank you. Talking about them some more you arrived at the day they sacrificed themselves and your happy smile dissolved from your features, leaving space to a more serious expression.

“No one knows, not even Kakashi I guess but I need to be honest about it. I hated them for quite a bit. They promised me to never leave me alone. That they would never do like my biological parents did and yet… but they didn’t leave me alone, no sir. They put the responsibility of raising a child on my shoulders and I was only 15 years old. I hated it, I couldn’t look at Naruto without thinking about them and for a couple of months I didn’t take care of him like I promised. Then one day I saw Kakashi…” another sip of sake “…and he looked like nothing was bothering him, he had moved on faster compared to me, he made it seems so easy and I hated him for that. I hated how fast he had moved on, I hated him so much that I felt like I had to prove a point. I still don’t know what the point was supposed to be, but I think it helped me come to my senses and do what I was supposed to do for the past three months.”

Asuma, Kurenai and Guy were left speechless at your words and you mentally thanked them for keeping their judgmental thoughts for themselves. Because if they spoke their minds you would have hated it.

You spent the whole day eating and training with the three shinobi and you are happy to be able to get back to the old days when you would train with them when you weren’t yet stripped of your position as a ninja of the Leaf Village.

You are a little rusty, I mean after 17 years of working in a jewelry shop everyone would be, but you managed to take down Guy and Asuma a couple of times. It was after the sun set that your friends decided it was time to go home and after your thank yous they left you alone with your thoughts.

You stayed some more, looking at the horizon with one thing in mind: Kakashi Hatake. You wished he was there with you, he was the only one, after you, to have spent the majority of his time alongside Minato. Rin was dead, to keep the village safe, Obito died to save Kakashi and he was away for a mission that would take his life away if he wasn’t careful enough.

Walking up the stairs you didn’t notice the “bread crumbs” left on the steps, only when you reached the top and see Kakashi in front of your door that you notice he is holding something in his hands.

You look back noticing the petals of Kushina’s favorite flower. Your eyes tear up at the memory and the fact that you didn’t allowed yourself to look at those flowers ever again.

“Surprise.” He said and when you turn around to face him his small smile disappeared and his expression turned worried. You don’t have the time to fall on your knees that he is holding your shaking body into his. Your cries filling the silent night. “Is okay, I’m here now.” And you keep crying holding into him for dear life.

It took you a couple of minutes to stop crying and even then you kept on sobbing every now and then. Kakashi took off his fingerless gloves and started wiping away the tears on your face.

“I miss them” you said hiccuping your words to him. He doesn’t say much, just that he understands the pain in your heart because he misses them too. “Please don’t you leave me too” his heart aches at your words and he keeps on drying up your face assuring you that he wasn’t going anywhere without you.

He helps you up and walks you to the door and you wished you were able to function but no. With shaky hands you dropped the keys on the floor but he is there, helping you in every way possible without judgement.

Entering he made you sit down at the dinner table and while you tried your best to recollect yourself he filled up a glass of water.

“Drink up everything you are drained” he commented and you listened to him (mostly because you were truly thirsty) and chunked the whole glass down. It was refreshing you though. “Sorry if I made you cry, it wasn’t my intention”

“It wasn’t your fault. I think it was the build up pain.” You didn’t mean to tell him about it but you did regardless. Telling him how you never properly mourned their death because first you hated them for leaving you and then you had a child to take care of and you couldn’t dwell in your pain.

“I hated Minato for a while too.” He confessed and you were speechless at the confession. You always thought he had moved on pretty fast after what he had been through, you imagined he was used to people leaving him behind. You were so wrong about all of it and you felt guilty you felt like crying again. But you didn’t, you couldn’t because Kakashi told you to get ready for bed. “If you need me here I can sleep over.”

You find yourself almost using the L word in that moment, if it was out of friendship love or romantic you didn’t know. You knew you were grateful for him in that moment. You tell him he could sleep in Naruto’s bed and he nods at your proposition. That night you had a good sleep, one you haven’t had in years and that you truly needed and you only had to thank Kakashi Hatake for that.

It was during dead time that you heard Konohamaru screaming from the top of his lungs that Naruto "big brother" was back from his three years training. You rushed outside, locking the shop as fast possible. Running behind the Third Hokage's grandchild on your way to see Naruto you almost bumped into Kakashi.

"where are you running to?" he asked, following behind you.

"Naruto is back" Konohamaru and you said in unison, Kakashi speeding up and catching up with the two of you. He wanted to meet his student because he too have been missing him lots during those three years.

Kakashi stayed behind, never passing by you. The shinobi wanted for you to be the first one to see Naruto, considering the relationship that binds the two of you and for the fact that the young ninja didn't write that week (Kakashi hopes that Naruto did it on purpose but he imagines the kid just genuinely forgot), and you did, between the three of you, you spot him first. He was talking with Sakura, the girl was mad at him for something you didn't even care to find out. It was when the kid you raised as your own spotted you that he ran to you. He hugged you, hands around your middle and lifted you making you squeal out of surprise.

"why didn't you wrote me you were coming at the village?" you said once he put you down. "I was going to think something had happen to you" he scratched the back of his head giving you a nervous smile. Before he could apologize properly Konohamaru was all over him asking him questions about the time he was away and reminding him about the promise the older ninja made before leaving (a stupid challenge about who performs better the Sexy Jutsu Naruto invented). You noticed Sakura rolling his eyes, Moegi doing the same.

You felt Kakashi lightly hugging you from the side, and you didn't mind the presence of the ninja, not when you apologized for your shitty behaviour. Since that day your relationship with Kakashi got better day after day to the point where you started having feelings for the man, romanic ones to be pricise.

"what is happening between the two of you?" he asked, looking confused to why you weren't at Kakashi's throat for being this close to your figure. "are you fucking my mom?" you were able to feel hear Kakashi stiffening at those words, who wouldn't when accused of such an intimate, and very personal, activity. "you know what? I don't actually want to know. Treat her right or I am coming for you, I know where you live" he threatened him and both you and Kakashi weren't able to say much back before he excused himself saying he had to report to Granda Tsunade frst thing first.

As you were left with Sakura, team Ebisu and Kakashi you cleared your throat ready to explain that the only thing that there was between Kakashi and you was pure frienship. Nothing more, nothing less.

"not to be that person..." started to speak Sakura "but I never, ever, saw Kakashi sensei interested in a woman like he is with you." she shrugged her shoulders when you gave her a death stare. "Just saying. By the way, gotta make sure Naruto doesn't get in trouble with the Hokage" you pinched the bridge of your nose, inhaling deep to keep calm. When you opened back your eyes you noticed the younger ninjas looking at you.

"You three better get to training before I rat you out to Ebisu Sensei" Konohamaru wasn't didn't care, you could tell, the smirk selling away his thoughts on the entire situation.

"Kids those days, always telling lies" you tried your best to light up the mood but Kakashi's espression told you you were failing. "you don't... you don't think so?"

"totally, yeah. Kids teasing their teacher like there is no tomorrow." he said, heading back to his apartment avoiding any type of contact with you. You follow behind him, your shop being in the same direction as his house.

"I'm sorry for Naruto. I will make sure he apologizes to you as soon as possible." he doesn't answer, keeping his pace slow so you were able to keep up with him. "I would suggest he pays for whatever you would like, you know, as a little revenge" he chuckled a little and you were happy that he finally was able to let Naruto's words bahind him.

Kakashi kept you company at the shop, helping some costumers that mostly wanted to engage in a conversation with him. Mostly to ask him if he was single and what type of girls he liked, he nervously laghed at them trying his best to change the topic.

Looking at the interaction you couldn't help but smile at it. The way he softly smiled at those ladies trying to set him up. The way he would try and subtly change the subject. The way he would walk them out with gentle hands.

He scoffed, walking to the cash register he takes his head between his hands complaining about the ladies of the village doing whatever they were trying to achieve.

"I mean, you are old and never been seen with a partner of any sorts. You spend all your time with your students or out for missions." you tell him, pushing his elbows away from the desk. "they like you and they want to see you settled down. That's it" Kakashi and you were discussing about the fact that he doesn’t want to settle down with the first woman people would set him up with, he wants to meet someone and grew with them, embrancing their qualities but also their flaws and he does tell you that. Soft boy, was your first thought at his words.

The bell at the top of the door rang and shifting your gaze to the entrance you saw Naruto with his signature smile on display.

"Ehy mom, I came to tell you that I need to go first thing in the morning for a mission."

"So soon? But you just..." looking how his joyful look turned into a more serious one you knew it was about Sasuke, it had to be about him. "I get it. Do you at least have the time to eat with me before you leave?" he nodded and you told him, and Kakashi to wait for you outside so you could finish cleaning before closing the shop.

Walking to Ichiraku Naruto revealed some new details that he couldn't share before about his days with the Ero-Sennin and you had a good laugh with him. Kakashi didn't intrude much, for what reason you couldn't tell, but it didn't care at the moment becuase you were back with your favourite boy.

Teuchi welcomed the three of you and so did his daughter, a little smirk forming on his face at the sight of Kakashi.

"Introducing the boyfriend to the family?" she said earning a little spank on her back from her father.

"He is not my boyfriend Ayame, how many times do I have to tell you?" you complied at her statement.

"But you wished he was?" said the younger ones, you turned to Naruto looking at him in confusion, what gave him such an idea? "I mean I come back and you haven't yelled at him once."

"This doesn't mean I want him to be my boyfriend but just that me and Kakashi talked out our.."

"yours" he interjected and you rolled your eyes at him.

"Yeah, my problems..." you said looking at Kakashi "...we became friends with time. Nothing wrong with it" you said and then asked Teuchi for three ramens.

While Teuchi and Anyame prepare your food Naruto was curios to know how it happened, he clearly remembered you saying that there was no way you would change your mind on Kakashi, and here you were, sharing some ramen with the person you were supposed to hate the most in this world.

You told him about how everything changed between his sensei and you when you apologize to him and that you find out a different side of him when he helped you during your breakdown. Since then you did everything together, let it be a little stroll around Konoha or having lunch during your breaks at the shop.

“With time I started liking him.” You said “oh thank you for the food.” You take a spoonful of it and complimented Teuchi. “You see, with time you can understand who truly cares for you.” That was a little jab at Naruto because you never liked Sakura for him. Sure they were good friends now, but the way she treated him at the beginning ot their training times? It wasn’t what you had expected from a team mate.

“Don’t get all philosophical on the kid already.” Commented Kakashi. You gave him a side eye. “Sorry but he just arrived after three years with Jiraya what do you think he will understand if you use big words to him?”

“I’m not stupid”

“He is not stupid” Kakashi turned around when he heard Teuchi and Ayame defending Naruto as well. “The kid just ignores some things.” Carried on the owner of the ramen shop. “I mean a LOT of things but is not his problem. He took after his mother.” You laughed, remembering Kushina being just like him when you first met her. She calmed down a little bit, still being her silly self, now that you were under her care.

Naruto finally dropped the previous conversation, more interested in knowing more about his mother now that the man mentioned her. Sure you had talked to him about his parents but you didn’t know much about them before you became part of their family so while he is intrigued about stories of his young parents from Teuchi you kept an eye on him, smiling at his shiny eyes at the stories he is told.

Once you were done eating Kakashi payed for the three of us and you thanked him for the gesture. Naruto complained, if he knew his sensei would have been the one paying he would have got a second portion to take home for you just to rise the bill a little bit and annoy his sensei.

“You want us to walk you at the gates?” You asked making sure you weren’t too much of a burden for him since he had to be at the gates before sun rise. He “uhmed” in response and you are quite happy that you can spend some more time with him.

“I wouldn’t be too mad at Kakashi if he tried something.” Naruto spoke when he was able to see the gates of Konoha. You and Kakashi stopped in your tracks both looking at him with wide eyes. “I want you to be happy and if he makes you happy I’m okay.” He kissed you goodbye before sprinting away where his friends and team mates for the Sasuke rescue team were waiting for him.

You were left alone with Kakashi next to you, with nothing to say due to Naruto’s confession. What were you supposed to say? What were you supposed to do? You wished Kurenai was there to give you some advice on it but she wasn’t. And even if she was she wouldn’t be much of help because she would be too occupied teasing you.

“So… do I make you happy? Because you sure make me happy.” Kakashi cut the silence and you wished he didn’t, not like that at least.

“You annoy me, that’s different.” You rolled your eyes at him and started walking towards your apartment. It took him some minutes to realize your words and when he does, he runs behind you catching up with you almost immediately him and his stupid long legs.

“Ehy, what do you mean I annoy you? You said you started to like me.”

“Again, it doesn’t mean you don’t annoy me sometimes.” You keep teasing him and he missed the way you smiled at him. And you miss the way he does the same.

It was in front of your porch that he cups your face and looked deep into your eyes before asking permission to kiss you and you gave him the green light to do so. The kiss is gentle, and short lived but you didn’t care. You invite him inside and this time you let him sleep in your bed.

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blond3ang3l · 8 months ago

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Orochimaru x reader fluff

The two of you were looking down at the small boy in orochimaru’s arm. He was adorable, his light blue hair looking almost white. His pale skin taking after Orochimaru. The small child in your arms was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. An experiment the two of you created together in his lab. It took you both a while but it was so worth it. It was like you had a child of your own now.

You were Orochimaru’s secret lover. He didn’t keep you hidden for any particular reason the two of you just didn’t want everyone in your business. You two lived farther from other people. Certain ones like jugo and kabuto knew about you, Kabuto even considered you another parental figure. Those he needed to know about you did. You both lived a quiet life together. Orochimaru was a great partner, providing anything you needed. And as long as you been talking about expanding your family the time has finally come.

“What shall we call him my dear?”

“What about…mitsuki?”

Orochimaru smiled as he looked at the both of you. It warmed his heart to see you so happy. You finally had the family you wanted and he was the one to provide it for you.

“Perfect..”

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driftingdryad · 8 months ago

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Omg Bestie! I know I wanted to wait a bit with new request but hear me out!

Shikamaru or Shikaku teasing his girlfriend / partner with the Shadow technique 🥵🫣 Please! 🤭

Ask and you shall receive babes! xox

Listen I'm no jutsu expert and the Naras probs can't use the Shadow Sewing Technique to do all this filth, buuuuut for the sake of the spice let's pretend they can m'kay? lol

Also this is like the third time I've ever written anything smutty so pls be gentle! Thank yooou 🫶

((P.S. just so it's stated in multiple places, Shikamaru is in his mid 20s here!))

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

Word count: 2.2k

18+, Mid 20s Shikamaru, Clan Head Shikamaru, established relationship, consensual objectification, D/s dynamics, bondage, a little bit of pain play, mild overstim, inappropriate use of shadows lol

You waited in anticipation as you knelt upon the ornately embroidered cushions in the corner of Shikamaru's private office. ‘Be still,’ you reminded yourself, only moving your eyes as you cast a glance around the room in hopes of finding something to take your mind off of the heat rising between your thighs.

Shikamaru's private office was spacious, but minimalist in its aesthetic. The walls were lined with shelves housing a plethora of books, scrolls, and clan documents. When the titles of books on strategy and history didn't hold your interest, you wished Shika would let you fill the small gaps on his shelves with knick knacks. Then you'd at least have something to focus on and keep you still ‘like a good doll.’

You subtly clenched your thighs as your mind drifted back to your current situation. No, knick knacks probably wouldn't help you, and they weren't his style anyway. His office was the embodiment of function over form. Sure there were a few personal touches here and there, the large antique desk Shika had inherited from his father; a single picture of Team 10 in their genin years sitting on the windowsill overlooking the private garden; the well loved shogi set that sat mid-play on a low table on the opposite side of the room from you. There was no decor, though. Shikamaru didn't find such trivial things necessary to the overall function of his space. Plus, what man needed decorations when they had a gorgeous little thing like you — naked with your pretty little pussy weeping onto the luxurious pillows you knelt on — to liven up his space instead?

You were never usually one for sitting still long; something that Shikamaru endlessly grumbled about, though with adoration in his eyes; but something about being the only piece of true decoration in his office made you feel all floaty, and you wanted nothing more than to please him. Who knew being objectified by the man you love could feel so good?

You knew how much of a drag all his tedious paperwork was, and it made your heart soar to know that you made it more bearable for him. The wonderful feelings that came from Shikamaru directing you to kneel in your designated display space in his office was enough to keep you still, blissed out on the idea of being nothing more than an object, a porcelain doll, for him to devour with his eyes between reports.

Well… it kept you still for the first couple of hours. After that, the anticipation of what would come next — after all the paperwork was neatly filed away and Shikamaru finally relaxed into his high back chair and graced you with his full attention — had you starting to lose composure. He'd never made you wait for longer than two hours before. Today, it was nearing the four hour mark, and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it. You wanted to please him, gods you wanted to please him so badly, but your calves had long ago gone numb and you were certain that if you weren't touched soon you might start humping the pillow beneath you like a feral dog.

You shifted slightly hoping to ease some of the pressure on your calves, but only really succeeded in accidently squeezing your sensitive pussy between your plush thighs. The subtle pressure almost made you moan, but you didn't want to draw Shikamaru's attention to your rule breaking. Dolls weren't allowed to move, nevermind pleasure themselves, even if it was an accident.

A deep sigh had your eyes locked on Shikamaru in an instant. He met your gaze with half-lidded chocolate brown eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. Apparently, you hadn't been as subtle as you thought.

“Getting needy, are you?” Shika drawled, his voice low and calm as he inspected you. “Troublesome woman.”

His heavy gaze trailed your form slowly, taking in every detail from your quivering thighs, to your pink nipples that pebbled under his stare, then up to your large pleading eyes.

Troublesome woman indeed. You so badly wanted to tell him that yes, you were so incredibly needy for him, and that if he'd just please give you the release command you would crawl across his office on numb legs to the space beneath his desk that you loved so much and keep his cock warm in your throat until he was done work please, please, please!

But he didn't give you the command, and so you remained in place, unable to move or speak. A soft, pathetic whimper bubbled up your throat instead, a noise you were able to make on technicality alone.

A lazy grin lifted the corner of Shikamaru's lips. “I've kept you waiting a long time, haven't I, baby? You've done so good for me, though.”

His praise lit you up inside, warmth spreading through your system and lifting you higher into that fuzzy, floaty place. Shikamaru must have seen it on your face because his grin widened and something calculating flashed in his eyes.

“I still have two more reports and some scrolls to sign off on...”

Your heart dropped, and you're sure that your desperation was showing in your eyes. You wanted to whine in displeasure this time but held it back. You wanted to keep being a good doll for him, to make Shika proud of you. Whiney girls did neither of those things. You could tell he was waiting for it, though, giving you a moment to process. When you didn't make a fuss, he nodded, pleased.

“How about a little warm-up while I finish up? You'd like that, wouldn't you, pretty girl?” His gaze smoldered and trapped you within their depths.

Your eyes widened. Had Shikamaru read your mind? Your tongue flicked out and wet your lips unconsciously. Oh, how you loved having him buried in your throat. Your body tensed, waiting for the release command so you could throw yourself across the room at his feet. You could feel a rush of slick dribble down your inner thigh at the dirty images flashing through your mind.

The command never came. A single fluid hand gesture later, and Shikamaru's face fell back into his regular bored working expression as he opened the next file folder on the stack. You kneeled there, still as a statue, in utter confusion. Didn't he say…?

And then you saw it. Flowing out from beneath Shikamaru's desk were long tendrils of his shadow. You watched awe as the shadows glided across the floor towards your quivering frame. The Nara clan's secret techniques never failed to amaze you.

A jolt of excitement ran through you as the tendrils reached you, gently prodding your skin where it met the floor. You sighed softly at the familiar coolness of Shika’s shadow as the tendrils glided up along your heated skin.

Tearing your eyes away from the shadows that were exploring your body with gentle brushes, you turned your attention back to Shikamaru. You knew that while it seemed that the shadows had a mind of their own, in actuality, every move they made was at his behest. You'd never be able to tell though with the way he was diligently focused on the papers in front of him, pen scratching across the page here and there.

A small but sharp pain on your thigh drew your attention back to the tendrils. It seemed Shika wanted you to focus on yourself, not him. The sharpened tendril on your thigh dulled again before trailing over to your hand that rested palm up on your thigh. It wrapped around your wrist, tight but gentle, before forcing it behind your back. More tendrils mirrored the action with your other hand, binding them in shadows behind your back. You tugged experimentally on the binding hold — more out of curiosity than an actual want to escape — and were met with another needle like prick of warning against your skin.

You let your body relax into the hold of Shikamaru's shadow, enjoying the feeling of the many tendrils exploring your body. Some caressed gently while others pricked against your skin, only to be soothed by a softer touch. You reveled in the feeling of finally being touched after such a long wait, gasping and twitching as Shikamaru's shadows teased you. They were almost everywhere. You couldn't tell where one tendril began, and another ended. You had no clue how many there were either. All you knew was that they felt amazing teasing against your skin, and the need between your thighs was reaching a fever pitch.

Desperation bubbled up inside you as the tendrils explored; curling around your legs, whispering across your ticklish tummy, smoothing down your arms, and even softly caressing your cheeks, but not a single one strayed to the places you wanted them most. Your ass, breast and cunt were left untouched and alight with need. Sure, the feather light touches and sparks of pain already had you gasping, but you wanted more.

When finally a single shadow ghosted along the underside of one of your perky tits a whimper escaped your throat. Your hips stuttered forward against your will, raising your bottom off your calves, searching for something to grind against. A tendril that had wound its way around your hips tightened and jerked your body back to the proper position.

Shikamaru made a ‘tsk’ sound but didn't raise his head to acknowledge you. “Doll's can't move on their own. You know this,” he chastised.

He wasn't looking at you, but you lowered your gaze in apology either way. You did know that, but you couldn't help it! It didn't matter, though. Shika's shadows would help you.

The shadow tendrils tightened their grip on your wrists and spread further up your arms, binding them together from wrist to elbow. At the same time, the one around your hips extended out more tendrils to the floor, effectively anchoring you in place. The worst part, though, was the thicker tendrils that encased your folded thighs and yanked them apart with a strength that always surprised you.

Your glistening, sopping wet pussy was suddenly exposed to the cool air of the room, your clit peeking out from between your spread folds. Your most intimate parts displayed for Shikamaru. You could feel the heat of a mortified blush spreading from your chest to the tips of your ears. The embarrassment had your poor little pussy clenching down on thin air, even more aroused than you'd been seconds ago.

A shadow brushed along your inner thigh, trailing up, up, up to your spread core. Finally your pathetic pussy was going to get the attention it needed. Or not. Just before reaching the apex of your thighs the shadow shot up your body and wrapped tightly around your left breast. A keening cry left your throat at the unexpected move, so different from the slow sensual touches you'd been receiving thus far.

The shadow gripped your flesh, the tip of the tendril reaching out to flick your taut nipple. It hurt, but felt so good all at once. You arched against Shikamaru's restraining shadows and felt more of your slick dribble down your inner thighs. Another tendril climbed your body to tease your other nipple.

The tendrils enveloping your body continued to play across your skin, the mix of pleasure and pain so great that you soon began losing yourself to it, floating further away from reality with every second. You quickly lost track of time, but very briefly a clear thought crossed your mind: Your gasps and moans were probably distracting. You didn’t want to cause trouble for Shikamaru. You probably shouldn't let yourself float too far into the fuzzy space in your head. You needed to reel yourself back in, but you felt so good.

When you managed to pry your eyes open though Shikamaru was still diligently working away as if you weren't a twitching, near overstimulated mess on his office floor. His indifference fanned the flames within you and it felt like all he would need to do is send a single bored glance at your drenched cunt for you to fall over the edge. You could already imagine his teasing, ‘poor baby, so worked up and pathetic that you came without me even touching that pretty little pussy’. You mewled out a sob at your imaginary Shikamaru's words, closing your eyes again and throwing your head back, letting yourself fully fall into the overwhelming sensations swarming your body.

You didn't know how long you were bound there, spread wide and on display as Shikamaru teased you into oblivion with his shadow, but it all came crashing down around you in an instant. A single, electrifying brush of a cool shadow against your throbbing clit was all it took.

Your eyes flew open, unfocused, as a broken cry ripped from your throat. Your pussy clenched hard around nothing as your body went taut against your bonds, Shikamaru's name a worshiping chant in your head. The tendrils of shadows lost their chaotic vigor, instead caressing soft and gentle easing you through the intense orgasm.

When all that was left were the aftershocks and you managed to raise your head, you were once again met with Shikamaru's half-lidded gaze. His eyes were full of such heat and adoration that a soft, dopey smile took over your lips. He'd enjoyed the show. He'd enjoyed you.

“Such a good little doll,” Shikamaru said lowly, pushing himself away from his desk and rising. Your smile widened as he crossed the room to you.

For him? Always ♡

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years ago

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Drunk

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader

Genre: Smut, drabble

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: afab!reader, pussy drunk!Naruto, oral (female receiving), cursing, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, praise, use of good girl and sweetheart, coming untouched

A/N: I don't know, blame @justmyownreality and @tired-biscuit for this one. Specifically, jmor, because we love a babbling mess Naruto.

Just for clarification, there is no alcohol involved. This is a different kind of drunk.

...I definitely don't have other projects I should be working on. Nope not at all.

Read it on AO3

You bit a clenched fist, your eyes squeezed shut. A shaky breath left your open lips, your head falling back as your spine arched. “Nn!”

“Mmm.” His voice vibrated through you, and his sloppy movements sped up. That tongue was devilish, wicked in its accuracy as it tormented your clit. The sounds were obscene. His moans and groans as he feasted, the sloshing sounds of your pussy as he made a mess of you. It was all too much.

Your hand moved back down, tangling in his blonde strands as you let out a gasp. He was practically purring. “N-Naruto!”

He thrust a finger inside of you in response. His long finger curled and rubbed against your walls, searching for that spot he knew would drive you wild. Your breath hitched when he found it and attacked it with a second finger.

The blonde’s lips left your throbbing bud with a loud smack and you couldn’t help but let out a pathetic whimper. His chin was coated in your slick, you shivered at the sight. “That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good girl,” he praised. “So good for me. Gods, I could eat your pussy all day. So good.”

Those deft fingers began to make a scissoring motion but made sure to press against your sweet spot with each stretch. Your voice reached a higher pitch, and your thighs began to tremble as you felt the knot in your core begin to tighten. “You make such pretty sounds. So pretty, all for me.”

“This pretty,” he licked your clit once. “Sloppy pussy, all for me.”

His thumb came up and rubbed your clit in tight circles, his tongue joined his thick fingers, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Cumming! I’m-”

A gasp tore through you, your legs shook against his shoulders. Quickly, he removed his fingers and tongue from your clenching channel and began to lick long stripes along your sex. Every lap of his tongue on your sensitive clit had you jolting and whining. Every press of his swollen lips was followed by a swallow.

He groaned loudly. “So, so good. Your pussy tastes sooo good. Fuck, I need more. Cum again, I need it. Cum again for me, sweetheart.”

Naruto’s fingers returned with vigor, his tongue wriggling inside you. He practically folded you in half as he rose, your legs still trembling against his shoulders. You were so sensitive, the thrum of your orgasm still ringing in your ears. Tears began to prick your eyes as your sounds began to get shorter and higher.

The groans from his lips and chest vibrated against you, and you began to twitch and thrust as the sensations grew. “T-too much!”

His tongue left your opening only long enough for him to say, “S’okay, sweetheart. Just one more.”

Your clit throbbed, it felt like liquid heat. The tears that began to collect began to slide down your cheeks as you rolled your hips both toward his mouth and further away. Your painted toes curled, your trembling fingers twisted in the sheets below you. Your feet pressed against his back and he grunted.

That knot began to tighten again. Your eyes squeezed shut once more, your mouth opening in a silent gasp. All thoughts were wiped from your mind as sensation took over. Your second orgasm hit, and Naruto devoured it like he was starved.

The noises he made were lewd, his hips thrusting into nothing. He slurped, sucked, and lapped at your oversensitive sex and you whined as it began to be too much again. “No-no more,” you pleaded.

He pulled away with a gasp, his chin and neck dripping. His chest moved with rapid breaths and his fingers gripped your hip with bruising strength. “So, so, so good. Such a good girl, such a good pussy. Fuck,” he breathed. “Shit, you taste so good.”

The fingers that’d been resting against your inner thigh went back to your sex, and you whined. You shook your head. “One more, sweetheart. Just one-“ he cut himself off with a moan, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Pussy so pretty and wet. Mmm,” his fingers slid inside of you once more, their pace slow to give your twitching channel a bit of a break. “Gonna cum just from your taste.”

“Only one more,” he muttered, again and again, as he pressed kisses against your mound until you nodded your consent.

As soon as he had it, his lips wrapped back around your clit and had you mewling. It didn’t take long for the combination of pleasure and pain to build up once more. Every flick of his tongue had you in agony. You wanted more and it hurt just right.

Your hips moved against his face; your cries came out more like short screams. “N-Nart,” was all you could say, everything else came out as an incoherent babble. He reveled in it.

His lips never left your flesh, his teeth scraped against your bud and you saw white. Three thick fingers thrust in and out, in and out, and your body couldn’t take it anymore. With a final flick of his wrist, his fingers scraped against your sweet spot once more and you came. Harder than you’ve ever cum before.

Fluid gushed out of you. In a rush, they dropped from his face and your legs onto the bed below. He tried to lap at it all, to take in every last drop, but you began to push against his head. Naruto swallowed with a loud groan and a shiver of her of his own as he held your hips up and licked his lips.

His pupils were blown wide, his jaw slack, and his breathing hard. You watched as his eyes rolled back for a moment before a warmth splashed against the backs of your thighs and his body shook. He plopped back onto his haunches shortly after.

The blonde licked his lips and smirked at you as he said, “That’s my good girl.”

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Whispers in the Sand

Gaara x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In Sunagakure, (Y/n) befriends Gaara, a boy feared for the beast inside him. Despite the village's scorn, their bond deepens. After Gaara is critically injured, (Y/n) stays by his side. Lady Chiyo sacrifices herself to revive him, and Gaara awakens to (Y/n)'s tearful relief and confession of love, promising a future together.

In the bustling village of Sunagakure, where the sun painted the sandstone buildings in hues of gold, whispers danced like shadows in the dusty streets. Among those murmurs, there lingered a tale that had woven its way into the very fabric of the village—a story of a boy with a beast trapped within him, a tale that had haunted the hearts of the villagers for generations.

(Y/n) had known this story since she was a mere child, her young ears catching the fragments of hushed conversations between elders and the nervous glances exchanged between parents. It was a narrative shrouded in mystery, one that sent shivers down her spine even as she sat by the hearth, listening intently.

The tale spoke of a boy, his name whispered in tones of both fear and pity, who carried within him a beast of unimaginable power. Some said it was a curse bestowed upon him by ancient spirits, while others whispered of dark rituals performed by his own kin. But regardless of its origins, the boy's burden was undeniable—a monstrous force that lay dormant within him, waiting to be unleashed.

His hair blazed like fire, a crimson beacon amidst the mundane, while his eyes, icy and enigmatic, seemed to hold secrets untold. To the villagers, he was the embodiment of fear, a specter of darkness with a name stained by rumors and whispered tales of horror. They whispered of his alleged crimes, of a mother slain by her own son's hand, painting him as a monster lurking in their midst.

Yet, to (Y/n), he was something different. She saw beyond the whispers, beyond the shroud of fear that enveloped him. To her, he was simply a boy, no different from herself, burdened by loneliness and yearning for connection. With courage as fragile as a delicate petal, she approached him one day, her heart pounding against her chest like the drumbeat of a distant storm. Her hand, small and trembling, reached out in a gesture of friendship, offering a lifeline amidst the sea of suspicion and dread.

"Hi, I'm (Y/n)," she uttered softly, her voice a beacon of warmth cutting through the chilling silence that surrounded him like a suffocating mist. In that moment, her smile, genuine and unguarded, illuminated the darkness that had cloaked him for so long, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of his haunted existence.

In a moment etched in time, he finally surrendered to a glimmer of hope, his lips curving into a smile as he reached out and clasped her hand. In that delicate exchange, a profound bond ignited, weaving their souls together in an unbreakable bond. Despite the relentless storm of disapproval raining down upon them, they stood resolute, united against the world's scorn. Their friendship blossomed, a radiant beacon of resilience amidst the darkness, defying all odds with every shared moment, every whispered secret, every heartfelt laugh.

On that fateful night, the tranquility of the village shattered into chaos as the deafening explosion tore through the air. (Y/n) felt her heart lurch with fear as the ominous sound reverberated through her bones.

The next day, when she laid eyes on him, her heart sank. He was there, but he wasn't the same. The warmth that once radiated from his presence had been extinguished, replaced by an icy, distant demeanor. It was as if a shadow had consumed him, leaving behind only a shell of the person she once knew.

Despite her desperate attempts to reach him, he remained unreachable, lost in the grip of his inner turmoil. His once vibrant eyes now held a haunting emptiness, reflecting the torment of the monster that now consumed him. And as he turned away, ignoring her presence, (Y/n) felt a surge of heartache, realizing that the person she cherished had become the very thing they had all feared.

Years had passed since Gaara of the Desert had become the embodiment of fear in the village, living up to the bleak reputation that the villagers had painted for him. His departure for Konoha to partake in the Chūnin Exams left a bitter taste lingering in the air, with his sand nearly grazing her as she timidly approached to wish him luck.

Upon his return to the village from Konoha, Gaara was scarcely recognizable. The once stoic and aloof figure had softened, radiating an unfamiliar warmth, calmness, and genuine happiness. It was a transformation that caught everyone off guard, especially (Y/n), who had known him in his previous, more hardened state.

Then, one day, he approached her, his eyes betraying a profound sense of remorse and regret. It was a stark contrast to the coldness she had grown accustomed to, and it stirred something within her—a glimmer of hope, perhaps, that there was more to Gaara than the menacing facade he had worn for so long.

"(Y/n)," he spoke, his voice trembling with emotion, each syllable heavy with regret. His words, though soft, echoed with the weight of his remorse. "I'm sorry," he whispered, the apology hanging in the air, laden with the depths of his sorrow.

Tears welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes as she looked at him, her heart overflowing with emotions. "You were always my friend, no matter what," she whispered, a smile gracing her lips as she reached out to him, her hand finding his.

Tears cascaded down (Y/n)'s cheeks like a relentless waterfall as she stood beside Gaara's motionless form, her heart gripped by a vice of anguish and fear. Every fiber of her being rebelled against the thought of losing him, of never again seeing the warmth in his emerald eyes. Their shared memories rushed back to her, not willing them to die off.

As (Y/n) stood beside Gaara's motionless form, her voice trembled with desperation as she pleaded for him to return. "Gaara, please," she whispered, her words a fragile echo in the silent void that surrounded them. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the sand beneath her feet as she clutched his hand tightly, as if trying to anchor him to the world.

"Come back to us, Gaara," she begged, her voice cracking with emotion. "You're not alone anymore. We're here for you. I'm here for you." Her heart ached with each word, every syllable a testament to the depth of her love and concern for her friend

But Gaara remained still, his form unmoving, as if trapped in a world of his own making. The weight of his inner turmoil seemed insurmountable, a barrier separating him from the world outside.

In the midst of her despair, (Y/n) felt a stirring within her soul as Naruto's voice pierced the heavy silence. His words echoed with a mixture of sadness and anger, mirroring the tumultuous emotions swirling within her own heart.

"Why is it always Gaara?" Naruto's voice rang out, resonating with a raw intensity that demanded attention. He stood beside her, his gaze fixed on Gaara's still form with a depth of emotion that sent shivers down her spine. "How could he die like this?"

As Naruto knelt beside her, his voice quivering with grief and frustration, (Y/n) felt the weight of his words pressing down on her like a heavy burden. She knew the pain he felt, the sense of injustice that threatened to consume them both.

And then, as Lady Chiyo intervened with a voice like the hollow echo of despair "Calm yourself, Uzumaki Naruto." her gaze hollow toward the young boy, (Y/n)'s attention remained fixated on Gaara's pale face, her fingers gently caressing his hair as if to coax him back to consciousness.

But Naruto's anguish erupted into a desperate cry, tearing through the air like a thunderclap. "If you, you damn Sand shinobi didn't put that monster inside Gaara, then..." His accusation hung in the air, a stark reminder of the pain and suffering inflicted upon Gaara by forces beyond his control.

As (Y/n) gently caressed Gaara's fiery red hair, her mind drifted back to a memory not so distant. It was just a while ago when he had shared with her his impending appointment as Kazekage, his eyes alight with determination and hope. "No one deserves it more," she had said, her heart swelling with pride for her friend. But now, as reality settled in, she realized that his newfound responsibilities would inevitably mean less time together.

Her sadness didn't go unnoticed by Gaara, his perceptive gaze catching the subtle shift in her demeanor. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft yet laden with concern as he turned to her.

(Y/n) shook her head, a feeble attempt to mask the turmoil within her heart. "It's nothing," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

But Gaara knew her too well to be deceived by her facade. With a gentle touch, he turned her face towards him, his eyes searching hers for answers. "Please, (Y/n)," he urged, his voice a gentle plea. "You can tell me."

For a moment, (Y/n) hesitated, her cheeks a light tint of pink as the weight of her emotions threatened to spill forth like a torrential downpour. But then, with a resigned sigh, she relented, allowing her walls to crumble in the presence of her trusted friend.

"It's just...," her voice faltered, choked with unspoken fears and regrets. "I'm happy for you, Gaara, truly. But... I can't help but feel a sense of loss knowing that we won't be able to spend as much time together."

Her words hung in the air like a fragile thread, tethering them to the reality of their changing circumstances. And as Gaara listened, a mixture of understanding and sadness flickered in his eyes.

"(Y/n)," he began, his voice gentle yet filled with unwavering resolve. "I may have new responsibilities as Kazekage, but that doesn't mean we have to change. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin, and I intend to do the same for you."

As Gaara's words washed over her with sincerity and conviction, (Y/n) felt a rush of emotions swirling within her heart. His reassurance offered her a lifeline amidst the turbulent sea of uncertainty that stretched out before them. In that fleeting moment, as their eyes locked in silent understanding, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of something more than mere friendship stirring within her soul.

For years, (Y/n) had harbored hidden feelings for Gaara, emotions too complex and profound to put into words. She had watched him from afar, admiring his strength and resilience, yet always keeping her own heart guarded, afraid to acknowledge the depth of her affection.

But now, as their hands met in a tender embrace, the walls she had meticulously built around her heart began to crumble. In the warmth of his touch, she found solace, a sense of belonging that she had long yearned for.

As they stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, (Y/n) dared to let her guard down, to allow herself to embrace the truth of her feelings. With each beat of her heart, she felt the walls around her heart melting away, replaced by an overwhelming tide of love and longing.

And as Gaara's gaze softened, mirroring the depth of emotion reflected in her own eyes, (Y/n) knew that she was not alone in her silent confession. In the quiet intimacy of their shared moment, they spoke volumes without uttering a single word, their unspoken bond weaving them together in a tapestry of love and understanding.

As (Y/n) was shaken from her trance, she felt Lady Chiyo's presence kneeling beside her. With tear-stained cheeks, (Y/n) looked at the elder woman, her eyes silently pleading for her to intervene, to do something, anything, to save Gaara. "Please," (Y/n) murmured, her voice trembling with desperation as she reached out a hand towards Lady Chiyo.

The older woman nodded solemnly, understanding the unspoken plea in (Y/n)'s gaze. Motioning for her to move away, Lady Chiyo's hands began to glow with a gentle, healing light as she focused her chakra on Gaara's still form. Naruto, also, kneeled beside him, helping Chiyo.

Lady Chiyo's life force flowed into Gaara, her hands glowing with a soft, healing light. The old puppet master, having made the ultimate sacrifice, had given Gaara a second chance. As Gaara's eyes fluttered open, (Y/n) felt her heart swell with gratitude. "(Y/n)?" Gaara's voice was weak but filled with wonder as he looked at her.

Tears streamed down her face as she knelt beside him, her hand finding his. "I'm here, Gaara," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "You're alive. You're safe."

Overwhelmed with relief, she leaned closer, pulling him gently into her arms. She could feel the faint, steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a precious reminder that he was truly back. Gaara, still weak, wrapped his arms around her, finding comfort in her embrace.

The world seemed to blur around them, the intensity of the moment creating a bubble of solace amidst the chaos. Naruto and Sakura watched silently, their own eyes filled with tears of joy and relief.

Gaara's voice, though weak, carried a newfound determination. "I... I thought I'd never see you again," he murmured, his fingers tightening around her hand.

(Y/n) pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, her heart pounding with a mix of emotions. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, Gaara," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gaara's eyes softened, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "I know," he replied quietly, his gaze holding hers with a depth of emotion he had rarely shown. "Thank you, (Y/n). For everything."

She smiled through her tears, her heart overflowing with unspoken words. "We're in this together, Gaara. No matter what."

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