#sasuke reader-inserts.

[gaybitchfx]

Could I ask for an adult Sasuke x Naruto's twin brother? Like while Naruto has his dad's looks but his mom's personality, his twin brother has their mom's look and their dad's personality?

Welcome back to tumblr writing! I missed your writing - 🩶 (I'm so sorry if this anon is taken. It's my first time using an anon 😅)

✰𝓤. 𝓢𝓐𝓢𝓤𝓚𝓔✰

dios sabe que tienes que cambiar, cariño —★

oye como va mi ritmo bueno pa’ gosar mulata

★—oye como va mi ritmo bueno pa’ gosar mulata

got a black magic woman got a black magic woman —type o negative

𝓣𝓦: none!

SOMETIMES it was hard to tell how you and naruto were related besides in semi looks. you were more like your father, humble and collective as well as kind. and naruto was just..well, he was naruto. compared to naruto, sasuke didn’t mind how you clung to him whenever you had the chance but of course sakura hated it but oh well, she couldn’t do much but sulk in some corner.

AS the two of you grew up, sasuke had gradually grown an attraction to you but it wasn’t too obvious of course so you never entirely knew though he was pretty protective over you and would always insist on going places with you just to make sure you were safe. this allowed kakashi to already get a little hint he liked you, but he wanted you to figure it out on your own rather than someone telling you. it would be all the more romantic anyways.

AND so here the two of you were, both grown adults and living out their own lives. sasuke’s crush for you hadn’t wilted not once in those years and today was the day he was going to confess to you in hopes you would reciprocate his fillings. “hello.” sasuke said with a small smile as he took a seat next to you causing you to smile, your usual bright smile. “hey sasuke, how’re you? how was that mission kakashi sent you on?” you asked as you rested your elbow against the table you sat at allowing your cheek to rest on the palm of your hand. “it was alright, not much happened but i’ve been thinking for some time now..” mumbled sasuke as he didn’t break eye contact with you.

YOUR beautiful gray eyes were always so calming to him after all you did inherit it from your mother as well as your red hair. “and what have you been thinking about?” you asked him with a raised brow, ever so curious as to what has been on your friends mind for the longest now. “not much, just thinking about how we’ve been throughout all these years. and how i’ve liked you a lot for said years, more than a ‘friend’ really should.” he hummed softly causing your eyes to widen and cheeks to flush rather quickly as you blinked a couple times. “..really?” you asked him, your voice softer now as your heart beater in your chest like a drum, its pounding sound loud in your ears. sasuke nodded his head a little as he looked off to the side a bit, his pale cheeks flushed a tad bit though it was noticeable. “i want to spend to rest of my life with you only if you’re alri—” “YES YES! A THOUSAND TIMES YES!” you practically screamed out and hugged sasuke ever so tightly, probably squeezing the daylight out of him in the process.

SASUKE let out a breathy chuckle as he hugged you back, liking the warmth your body brought and hearing how happy you sounded. “i’m glad you like me just as much as i like you.” you sighed out and placed a small kiss to the other man’s cheek causing his cheeks to flush a lot more than before. “i can’t wait to spend my life with you, my god, i need to go tell naruto and kakashi! those two were betting if you liked me or not.” you exclaimed and quickly sat up before placing another kiss to sasuke’s cheek and quickly left leaving him in cloud 9.

[wing-ed-thing]

Being Dumb and 12-Years-Old with Team 7 Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Being 12, Mixed AU

𓆃 Genin are a different breed of insufferable. Because they do such heavy, "adult" work, the times genin get to be kids, they almost double down and have to get a certain amount of thoughtlessness out of their system.

Naruto

𓆃 Naruto is just spending money on useless things. He has no idea how to handle money at all and will pay for things in the lowest coin denomination possible.

𓆃 He's a sucker for "limited-time" snacks, no matter what the flavor, and he's paying for everything with the lowest denomination possible.

𓆃 So you're standing at the cash register with your two "spicy pickle and cream" flavored onigiri while the poor cashier has to count 200 1ryō coins.

𓆃 And even after all of that, Naruto will be short.

𓆃 Naruto will be too loud and laugh too much in public spaces. He can't keep his hands off anything and will get you kicked out of at least one (1) business every few weeks.

𓆃 Will go into a business without buying anything and just sit down and hang out. Has absolutely no social anxiety and will stay completely oblivious to the clear mounting frustration on the employee's face until he's asked to leave.

𓆃 Be prepared to apologize for him a million times or instead you can validate to him that he totally didn't do anything wrong— what was that guy's problem?

𓆃 Then you're going back to his apartment, trying to eat spicy noodles— that were actually far too spicy for either of you but neither of you are admitting that— and getting into scream debates over TV shows until the neighbors are banging on the wall because you're being too loud.

𓆃 He's also showing you the grossest things the internet has to offer and traumatizing you for life.

Sakura

𓆃 You and Sakura think you're such mature little adults, meanwhile, you're getting all anxious about the passive aggressive fights you're getting into with your peers.

𓆃 And in true 12-year-old fashion, no one is beefing with each other to their faces, but you sure as hell are sending each other to talk to other people and then report back to you.

𓆃 You once texted Ino's "ex-boyfriend" just asking, "Is this ___?” He threatened to call the authorities and Sakura and Ino had to calm you down for the rest of the night.

𓆃 You think you're being sneaky using the samples from the beauty store to put make up on, and looking back you're baffled you didn't get an infection.

𓆃 Any underwear outside of standard cotton panties is scandalous and terrifying, and there was definitely a time you all bought a lacy undergarment together and worried for a solid hour how to get them home without your parents knowing.

𓆃 You never wore them. Your parents never found out.

𓆃 Sakura and Ino gave you a make over during a sleepover once, even though their version of make up was just very caked on foundation and boxy eyebrows.

𓆃 Every so often, the three of you will pair off and have fights with each other. You and Sakura will have a fight that Ino "mediates." You'll "mediate" a fight between Sakura and Ino... and totally take sides. You'll tell Sakura that Ino's wrong, and Ino that Sakura is wrong.

𓆃 The fights don't last long and usually result in some tears shed and ice cream bought.

Sasuke

𓆃 Sasuke touts himself as a sort of wiz on the piano or perhaps on the guitar, when in reality, he just learned to play three songs really well.

𓆃 He won't outwardly flex, but you can tell he likes to be recognized for it. He'd whip the skill out on days he's feeling particularly down.

𓆃 He'll tell you that you're going to "start a band," but you "won't be like other music groups that just want to get famous". But in reality, when you go over to his place, you'll just end up eating junk food, playing games, and won't ever actually touch an instrument.

𓆃 The closest you'll get is karaoke, but if you ever mention it ever again Sasuke won't talk to you for a week.

𓆃 And he's not immune to sending someone back and forth with messages to you because he's not talking to you. But "not in the way girls do," whatever that means.

𓆃 He’ll also accidentally download something shady from a shady website one night after going down some obscure internet rabbit hole, and Sasuke will say he's not worried about it, but he'll call you when you get home hyperventilating about how worried he is about it.

𓆃 You'll try to learn how to ride the latest form of transportation on wheels together, but the moment Sasuke discovers he's not instantly good at it he'll get mad at you for being better than he is even though it's only been 10 minutes and are you really that better than he is?

𓆃 Only posing for pictures with a scowl and hands clasped in front of you. Bonus points if your head is tilted back. These are photos you and Sasuke hide when you're older.

𓆃 Coming up with nicknames for yourselves and subtly trying to encourage other people to start calling you those nicknames.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: No offense to any 12 year olds in the audience. Being your age is universally a cringe time it's okay it's a right of passage.

[dark-konohagakure2]

Sexually abusive boyfriend Sasuke🥳

tw: noncon, abusive relationship, face-fucking, free use, degradation, threats, dehumanization, sadism, possessiveness, collars

All characters depicted are 18+

Sasuke is the furthest thing from a sweet and romantic partner, he hardly even sees his so-called girlfriend as a significant other, seeing her as only a glorified sex toy that occasionally makes annoying noise with that useless mouth of hers, when that mouth isn't meant for talking.

Sasuke won't talk to his girlfriend unless he wants domestic chores done or wants his balls emptied, no in between. The only other time he'll converse with her is to degrade and berate her for every little thing.

He isn't very romantic with her, he never touches her gently, he never kisses her, and he especially never even once says that he loves her, because he certainly doesn't, at least not as a person, but Sasuke does love his favorite toy and all it's "features".

One of his favorite things to do is fucking her face, using her warm and wet mouth as his own personal fleshlight. This is a favorite of his, since Sasuke gets all the pleasure and she gets none, unless she's a masochist who enjoys the throat pain.

"Shut up, you damn loser. I told you to suck, so open your worthless mouth and suck my cock. Or would you prefer another beating?"

Sasuke owns all of her holes, so he gets to use whichever one he wants whenever he wants. It's rare that he'll go a day without using at least two of her holes, since they are his property, and so is the person that they're attached to.

In fact, Sasuke is so possessive that he'll even buy a collar just for her, locking it onto her neck and burning the key before her very eyes. Not only does the collar show that she is his bitch, but it also gives him something to yank on when he's fucking her brains out.

He ends up fucking her so much and so often that her holes are molded perfectly for his and only his cock. Sasuke loves this, it serves as a constant reminder that her holes are his possessions, and that no one else could use them as effectively as he does.

Sasuke never fails to leave her crying when he's done with her, leaving her holes stretched and her body covered in red handprints and his cum. While he loves to see her cry, he also wants to stop whining before he gives her something to whine and cry about.

"Idiot. Stop crying, you overdramatic bitch. I wasn't that rough, but I'll be even more rough next time if you keep this bullshit up."

Sasuke isn't loving, but he is loyal in his own twisted way. He'll never even think to fuck another woman, not when he has the most perfect and submissive little sex doll waiting from him at home.

[animeomegas]

I live for you and your writings <3

Anyway, I do have a request if you would like to fill it!! - how would the naruto boys (itachi, neji, sasuke, naruto) react to a stranger telling their pup off or/ scolding them for a small little mishap that happened while their back was turn? And they only realize it after a good few minutes of their pup being shouted at?

Hehe ty for all your hard work

Thank you so much!! You're so sweet <3 I really, really loved this prompt; it has taken me so long to finish, but I wanted to to it justice! I've just done Naruto and Itachi and Sasuke. But I really hope people enjoy this one!

WHEN A STRANGER SCOLDS THEIR PUP (Omega! Itachi + Naruto + Sasuke)

ITACHI

Itachi's eldest and only son, Yasu, was a very independent and responsible little boy, even though he was only 7.

So it came as no surprise when Yasu asked if he could wait outside the nesting shop instead of coming in with Itachi, because it was a beautiful day and he wanted to stand in the sun.

Itachi was originally hesitant, but with his newborn strapped to his chest, he begrudgingly agreed, knowing that it would be unfair for him to expect Yasu to be mature when it came to his baby sister, without giving him any of the benefits of that maturity.

"You must stay touching this wall at all times," Itachi said seriously, taking his little pup's hand and pressing it against the front wall of the nesting shop. "No leaving this wall unless you're coming inside the shop to find me, promise?"

"I promise," Yasu said, a serious smile on his little round face. "You can trust me, oma."

"I know, my love," Itachi whispered. He pressed a kiss to Yasu's forehead. "I won't take long."

"Okay, don't worry, oma, I'm a big brother now!"

Itachi laughed gently, standing and patting his son on the head as he did. His son was so much like him, and yet nothing like him at all.

But things only stayed sweet for about ten minutes.

Because as Itachi was wandering around looking for a new blanket for Yasu (a strategy other parents had recommend so that he didn't resent his new sister for taking up so much of Itachi's time), he heard crying.

He heard Yasu crying.

He dropped the basket to the ground with a clatter and ran out of the shop as quickly as he could, cradling his newborn safely to his chest.

What he saw caused a flash of anger so hot, he wasn't surprised when his sharigan activated on instinct.

There was a man, towering over his son, shouting and spitting at him, a large finger pointing accusatorily at Yasu's face.

Yasu's face was red as he choked on his tears. His little hand was still pressed up against the wall, but it now shook in time with his sobs.

Itachi's fingers latched onto the man's wrist with an iron grip, twisting the arm with the precision of a shinobi, just enough to hurt, but not quite enough to break. All at once, those shinobi instincts came flooding back even after all these years. He wanted to hurt this man for making his son cry, and he knew full well that he could do it.

"What do you think you are doing shouting at my son?" he said coldly, instead of breaking the man's spine like he desired.

The man's face went pale immediately. Itachi squeezed his wrist harder when the man didn't immediately reply.

"I- I-" the man stuttered, losing even more colour from his face. "I was just..."

"Not good enough," Itachi said coldly, sharigan spinning. The man whimpered pathetically. Itachi had no patience for bullies, especially those targeting his family.

Itachi held eye contact with the man for a few moments longer before he suddenly released the grip he had on the man's wrist and deactivated his sharigan. The man stumbled backwards and just barely avoided falling to the floor.

"Leave," he said coldly. The man wasted no time in doing as he was told and Itachi, despite having been the one to tell him to go, had to supress the urge to follow and eliminate the threat to his pup.

"O-Om-oma- oma," Yasu choked, tears and snot streaming down his face. He held one arm up in the universal request to be picked up, but he seemed too scared to stop touching the wall and approach Itachi himself. "O-Oma, I-I- didn't-"

Itachi suppressed the anger as best as he could and dropped down beside Yasu so that they were eye to eye. Yasu immediately barrelled into his side, still careful to avoid his baby sister.

"I'm so-sorry, oma, I didn't me-mean to! He said- he said- but you said I- I- couldn't move a-a-and-" he wailed, pushing his face into Itachi's collar bones and gripping his clothes tightly.

Itachi shushed him, "It's alright, sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong." He rubbed Yasu's back firmly, anger burning through his veins as he felt his pup's tiny shoulders shake. While Itachi didn't know what had caused the conflict, there was nothing that Yasu could have done to warrant such a disgustingly aggressive reaction.

His newborn, clearly unhappy with being smushed, soon started up her own wailing, until Itachi was crouched outside the nesting shop with two distraught pups.

Itachi could feel himself becoming frazzled as none of his attempts to calm either child worked at all. People were giving him looks, some kind and some less so, and while he had never cared much what random people thought of his parenting, it was a stark reminder that he was far from the safety of home.

"Itachi?"

Itachi actually sighed in relief when he heard you come up beside him. You were planning on meeting him here after he finished shopping, but thankfully, you seemed to be a little early.

Itachi didn't waste any time greeting you, he simply scooped the wailing baby out of the sling on his chest and passed her to you.

"What happened?" you asked, sounding baffled as you accepted the infant and immediately began soothing her. Itachi ignored you and readjusted Yasu so that he could hug him properly. The boy cried heavily into his shoulder, but at least Itachi could fully cocoon him and keep him safe from the outside world now.

It took a few minutes, but with two pairs of hands and the ability to pick Yasu up properly, both the pups started to settle, their wails turning into little sniffles.

Itachi's face must still have promised murder however, because you kept your eyes focused warily on the surroundings and didn't ask for clarification on what had happened again.

"We're going home, darling, I promise we'll be there soon." As far as Itachi was concerned upset pups needed to be at home where it was safe, so he immediately abandoned the idea of finishing his shopping.

You followed his lead and you both made it home in record time, Itachi holding Yasu and you cradling the baby. Neither of you spoke as you walked. There was a mutual understanding that you'd address what happened after you were safe.

By the time you got home, both pups had fallen into an exhausted sleep.

"What happened?" you asked quietly as you gently closed the front door behind you. "Is Yasu alright?"

Itachi took a breath to smother the barely contained burning rage, "Some fully grown adult," he emphasised the word like it was the worst insult possible, "thought it appropriate to shout at Yasu when he was waiting outside the nesting shop."

"For what reason?" you asked, baffled and angry.

"I don't care." Itachi's voice was tinged with a growl and his hands flexed protectively around Yasu. "I believe he was too frightened to get the words out regardless."

You snorted, "Good."

Itachi's smile was tinged with gleeful cruelty, "Indeed."

NARUTO

When people asked him what he disliked most about being Hokage, Naruto would always make a joke about paperwork.

That answer wasn't exactly incorrect, as he did find the paperwork tedious and irritating, but it wasn't actually the part he disliked the most.

The part that he disliked the most was how much the job kept him away from his family.

Especially his three-and-a-half year old son, Riku, who was the most precious person in the world and who was also having a hard time adjusting to Naruto not being at home as much, even though it had been almost a year since he took up the role.

He tried to make as much time as he could for Riku, sending a clone to tuck him in at night, spending his lunch break eating with him (and his mate) in his office, hell, Naruto even had a tiny pair of noise cancelling earmuffs in his desk so that Riku could sit on his lap while Naruto heard mission reports.

It wasn't perfect and it didn't feel like enough, but it was all the Naruto could do at the moment.

And today was one of the days that you and Riku would be joining him for lunch in his office.

Unfortunately, a spontaneous mission debriefing had started before he could slink away for lunch.

And while Naruto knew that it was not this team's fault that their mission had increased in rank and thus required an immediate verbal debrief, (this had happened to Naruto himself more times than he could count), he was finding it hard not to feel frustrated with the group in front of him.

They were keeping him away from his son which was making him antsy.

A glance at the clock confirmed that his family were certainly waiting for him outside by now, and the guilt was difficult to push down.

It was at that moment that the door to his office suddenly creaked open. Naruto's eyes jumped automatically to it as the team leader stopped speaking. Naruto's secretary knew he was in a meeting, so who was at the door?

At a much lower height than expected, the intruder's chubby little cheeks peaked nervously around the door. His tiny hands were held cautiously to his chest while he chewed on his bottom lip, but it was the head of bright blond hair that had Naruto's heart jumping into his throat.

It was Riku.

Naruto was already half way out of his seat when Riku finally saw him. His whole body relaxed and a smile crept onto his face as he toddled into the room. Naruto felt his own exhaustion melt away in response; his son was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

"Oma!" his son cheered. "You're here!"

Naruto laughed, forgetting all about the debrief, as he moved around his desk. "Of course, I'm here, silly. Where's appa? How did you-"

Suddenly, another person entered the room, his face twisted angrily. He grabbed Riku by the wrist, startling him and Naruto in the process.

"What did I say?!" the man, Naruto's secretary, demanded, squeezing Riku's wrist. "I told you to wait quietly, and that you weren't allowed in yet, but you barged your way in when my back was turned! Out! Right now! I'm so sorry, Hokage-sama, I won't let this happen again."

Naruto had heard far worse from far scarier people when he was Riku's age, but Riku wasn't like him. He wasn't capable of the bravado and retaliation that Naruto had used to limp through his childhood, no. Riku was a sensitive child. He needed everyone to like him, to be gentle with him, and Naruto knew that he wouldn't be able to cope with such blatant negative attention.

Naruto watched as his pup's anxiety spiked, and he felt his heart drop in response. Riku's wide eyes bubbled over with heavy tears that covered his little flushed cheeks. His mouth moved like he was trying to speak, but he was simply too frightened to get any words out.

Naruto's secretary was not happy with the lack of movement. "Out, now!"

Riku was frozen, and when the man tugged him, knocking him off balance, all the colour drained from his face and his breathing became harsh and disjointed. To make things worse, his darling pup, who had only been out of nappies for a short few months, lost control of his bladder from fear.

Naruto saw red. A wave of killing intent swept over the room. It was so strong that Naruto was distantly aware that his guard was shifting nervously where they were hidden, and that several members of the debriefing team had fallen to their knees. Naruto only had eyes for one person though.

Naruto's secretary dropped his hold on Riku like he'd been burnt and fell heavily into the door frame, shoulder first. Naruto had fought in a war, but he'd never moved as fast as he did in that moment, as he planted himself between his secretary and his son.

"Get. Out," Naruto ground out, somehow keeping control of his voice. Naruto had never attacked a civilian, and he didn't want to start now, but if this man wasn't out of his sight in the next three seconds, something was going to snap.

Thankfully, the man didn't need to be told twice. With a terrified face and wobbly limbs, he stumbled out of the office with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. Naruto felt no guilt when he heard the man retching on the floor.

Wasting no time, Naruto spun around and grabbed his pup up and into the safety of his embrace. He didn't pay any attention to the dampness, and some of the furious anxiety left him as soon as his instincts registered that his child was safe with him.

Riku was still very stiff, but he did reach out and grab Naruto's collar. His breathing was worryingly sporadic.

Naruto cooed and purred at his pup, rocking him gently from side to side. His rage was still bubbling below the surface, but he kept his outward presentation comforting and gentle.

"Oma's here," he whispered into his pup's hair. "Oma's got you. You're safe, Riku."

Naruto sat back down in his chair and arranged Riku on his lap so that he was cocooned in his Hokage's robes. He then grabbed the earmuffs from his desk and slipped them over his pup's ears to help him calm down.

The team that had been debriefing were still stood awkwardly in front of his desk. They were all back to standing upright, but they seemed unsure of what to do seeing as it was hardly appropriate to continue the debriefing, but they also hadn't been dismissed.

"You guys can go. Just leave the report on my desk."

They all bowed and scurried out of the room.

Naruto ended up sitting there in silence for a few minutes, just processing what had happened while he calmed down his son.

He hated using his power to make others afraid. He loved being a friendly hokage that everyone could trust and look up to. But he had been so angry that he had lost control.

He was still angry, if he was being honest with himself.

And he also felt guilty. Because that small part of him that always questioned whether this job was a selfish desire, was suddenly so much louder.

This wouldn't have happened if he had been at home with his family for lunch like most parents with young children.

He was broken out of his thoughts when you arrived, fresh from your bathroom break, having walked into the aftermath of chaos.

Of course you were there; you always joined them for lunch, it had just escaped Naruto's mind until you were in front of him.

Riku had calmed down a lot, but he was still staring at the wall, holding Naruto as tightly as he could with his little hands.

"What happened?" you asked quietly, coming straight over to him and Riku. You smoothed a hand over Riku's hair and crouched down beside him. He kept one hand on Naruto and latched the other one onto your hand as soon as you were in range.

Naruto just shook his head, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. "Let's just head home. Riku needs a change of clothes and a nice bath with lots of bubbles."

To your credit, you didn't ask why, you simply nodded and allowed Riku to bury himself in your arms while Naruto gathered his things. He wasn't coming back into the office today, and he told you as much.

"Are you sure?" He pretended that your surprise didn't hurt as much as it did.

"Yes," Naruto said shortly. He needed to find a better way to balance his job and his family, because this just wasn't cutting it.

"Okay," you said easily, rocking Riku. "Let's head home then. We can talk there."

SASUKE

Some people called Sasuke an overprotective parent, but Sasuke knew that his parenting style was entirely justified.

If someone was rude to his daughter, they deserved to have their life ruined as far as he as concerned.

If teachers made up lies about her, Sasuke would refuse to listen.

If his daughter was bullied, Sasuke would go and... speak... to the parents of the bully to 'encourage' them to be better parents.

This was an entirely normal response in his opinion. That was his daughter, his child, and while he sometimes struggled to verbalise his love, his daughter would never question his dedication to her.

She was still only seven, and needed his protection.

One day, when he was walking to meet her halfway from school, he noticed that she wasn't alone.

A tall woman, much too old to be a peer from school, was standing close, shoving her finger in his daughters face. His daughter didn't look cowed. She was staring, with her arms crossed, but this didn't stop the woman from her tirade.

She started shouting about how rude his daughter was, and how that was to be expected when her oma was the village pariah.

How dare she?!

He acted without thinking.

The kunai flew from his hand before Sasuke had even registered the movement, piercing the hand of the woman who had been pointing aggressively at his pup's face.

She shrieked as the pain registered and blood began running down her arm. Sasuke watched, stoic faced, as he walked towards them. The only emotions her pain brought to him were positive ones.

His daughter whirled around and he was privileged enough to see her face turn from confused to delighted as she recognised him. She was truly the light of his life.

"Oma!" she cheered, happily. He nodded back, a small smile on his face. He was proud to see that she didn't look scared at all, but that certainly didn't excuse the adult that had been shouting at her.

"Are you crazy?!" the woman hissed, holding her hand to her chest. Her face was twisted with rage and pain instead of fear, which cemented her in Sasuke's mind as an idiot. "They'll take away your shinobi licence for this!"

Another kunai found its place in his hand. These kunai really had a mind of their own today. "Are you threatening me? After you so blatantly attacked my daughter?"

"Attacked?! That rude little-"

The kunai flew from his hand again, this time flying less than an inch from her ear. It shut her up immediately.

"Choose your next words carefully." His daughter came over to his side and hugged him around the hips. He rested a hand affectionately on her head.

"I'll be reporting this to the hokage," she hissed. Sasuke was not scared; the worst thing Naruto would do is give him a disappointed look. His lack of fear must have shown on his face because the lady stormed off, far less injured than Sasuke would have liked.

Sasuke watched her go before he knelt down to his daughter's level and scanned her from head to toe. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She grinned at him and adjusted her school bag on her shoulder. "That asshole couldn't have scared me if she tried."

"Language," Sasuke admonished gently, poking her in the forehead.

"Am I wrong, though?"

Privately, Sasuke agreed. "Let's just head home, your appa should be along any minute."

When you did meet up with them, you had to listen to your daughter singing about how she had the coolest oma in the world.

And when you wholeheartedly agreed, Sasuke could no longer keep the blush off his face.

[somorrow]

“I love you.”

Words you didn’t hear from Sasuke often. In fact, you heard them only in the throes of passion, clothes discarded, lips clashing, hands shaking, hearts open. He was by far the most guarded person you’d ever met in your life.

He showed you he loved you in other ways, though. Getting up in the middle of the night to get you a glass of water, letting you win in his favorite game, fixing things you didn’t know were broken until he told you, remembering small things like your favorite vegetable, or favorite song from two years ago. He even took care of the more domestic tasks when he spent the night, like cooking and cleaning. He constantly went out of his way to make your days and nights easier, whether you knew of his actions or not.

You’d begun to catch on, though, so once he got sick, you were eager to return the favor.

So you took the next two days off, and decided to baby the hell out of him. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, checking his temperature, ensuring hydration, checking in on him every hour or so. He had completely lost his voice the first day — not that it made too much of a difference, he was often content to sit in silence — so it started to frustrate him that he couldn’t communicate. By the second day, he could speak quietly, but his voice was raspy and low, broken at times. Each time he tried to speak, you interrupted him, advising him to save his voice. He tired of that quickly. Not only was he annoyed at being told what to do, he was also upset that each time he tried to say it — that he loved you — you interrupted him, saying he didn’t need to speak, and to rest. It was like you didn’t even care what he had to say, and he was through being ignored.

The next time you came in to check on him, pressing your cold hand to his overheated forehead, he clamped onto your wrist.

“Sasuke..? Are you okay?” You asked, eyes full of concern.

“I love you,” he forced out aggressively, his eyebrows narrowed and attention fully on you. “Thank you.”

Your heart fluttered and you couldn’t help but laugh. He seemed angry, almost, so the gentle words clashed with his tone.

“I’m serious,” he glowered, his throat itching the longer he spoke. “Don’t laugh.”

“I didn’t mean to. That was just… so cute. I love you too.”

Cute…?

Before he knew it, your lips were pressed against his. His eyes opened wide, staring down at you as you kissed him gently. When you separated from him, his scowl deepened. “You’ll get sick.”

You shrugged. “That’s fine. At least we’ll be sick together.” With that, his grip on your wrist tightened and he yanked you into bed with him and onto his chest, kissing you again.

“Thank you,” he repeated. “I love you.”

You grinned, staring down at his flushed face. You’d never forget this moment. Getting sick would be worth it. “I love you too, Sasuke.”

[rinneganed]

STRANGERS — UCHIHA SASUKE. ONE

it starts off exploring their childhood, but then it resumes the current pace which is when they’re thirteen. :))

HYUGA HINATA AND [NAME] are the new generation of hyuga hiashi and hizashi; the hyuga twins. when hiashi and hizashi were born, two branches grew amongst the clan's family tree. hiashi was born first, giving him superiority, and named the head of the clan; hizashi who was born only seconds after was banished to the lesser branch. when hiashi's wife gave birth to her twin children, it was sickening. the nurses were counting the time, seeing which baby came out first and which name belonged to who— this was only to verify which daughter would behold the name of the princess in the head of the hyuga household. the first newborn to breach the earth with fresh air flowing through its nostrils was to be named hinata, and the second baby who was welcomed into the earth was to be named [name]. though, there were complications with the second baby, her frail body couldn't keep up with its breaths; and so it was left in the care of the hospital. meanwhile, hinata was to be cared for in the safe walls of a home. [name] had to stay in the hospital until she could safely breathe on her own— unfortunately, this was only a second reason for her to be seen as lesser than hinata. if it wasn't decided before it was now, hyuga [name] didn't hold the title of princess and soon she was to be seen as lesser than hinata and at the same level of superiority as her cousin neji, who was born a year before the two twins.

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you were one with the shadows, you'd always sat at the back of the class and due to the uneven amount of students you would shift between different teams— this is because you were versatile, intelligent and strong. you had the upper hand in most things like combat, communication and other ninja necessities. though, your heart still felt empty as you craved approval from your father. you were stronger than hinata, and you and your younger sister hanabi were his children who'd shown the most growth. even so, hiashi preferred to put most of his time into training hinata and hanabi; this was because he'd already seen you as sufficient and paired you with neji to train with one another. you were far from holding the title of favorite child, in fact the way hiashi saw you— you were just a kunoichi as great as neji which only stood in his way. as hinata was to be the pride of the hyuga clan and you were bound what it may seem as freedom. it was preferred by the superiors that hinata was to marry a great ninja and further strengthen the power of the hyuga clan, but you? your future didn't matter nor did it affect the clan, so you could do whatever you wanted and it wouldn't change a thing. though, the only unacceptable behavior would be to be become a rogue of the leaf; now that? that would be only an embarrassment to your people.

during your years as an academy student and as a genin, you were convinced that the only reason people could recognize you as the daughter of hiashi were because of those pupil-less sweet lavender eyes of yours. your features were soft, with inches of [dark blue/brown] hair that layered over your shoulders. after graduating the academy and becoming a genin, you were passed onto the chunin exams after circling through some of the teams. before becoming a chunin, you had stumbled across a unique team with an incredible bond. that team was team seven, the sensei that was in charge of the three genin was hatake kakashi. along that group was uzumaki naruto, haruno sakura, and uchiha sasuke.

you could trace back the day you first laid eyes on the youngest son of the head family of the uchiha clan, it was sweet and innocent. he was cherished by those around him, always having his elder brother or mother accompany him to the academy; he was the happiest sweetest boy you ever knew. you had always heard of him or at least noticed his presence in the academy, but you'd had never truly knew sasuke. you never caught yourself taking a look at him, or trying to strike a conversation with him. he was loved by his family and all the girls in konohagakure, he was known to be sweet and charming. this never caught your attention, a boy who was wanted by everyone? you'd rather not indulge. something changed in you the day the teams were assigned, you had already known the plan that the fourth and iruka-sensei had made so you knew your name was not to be called out. you had stayed seated within your desk, waiting for the time to pass by. that was when you heard his name fall from iruka-sensei's mouth, you had looked up for the first when the words 'uchiha sasuke' were being said by someone. there he was, the raven straws of hair that fell over his face contrasted his fair skin well, a grin playing on his face as he had been paired with his best friend; uzumaki naruto, the son of the fourth hokage.

you had transferred between a few different groups within your time as a genin, but the last group you were assigned to was team seven and that was when your heart was introduced to the warmth of sasuke's company. you enjoyed all of team seven's personalities, but you were utmost drawn to the uchiha prince. he admired your capabilities as a ninja and often complimented your intelligence, but your favorite compliment from him? the comment he had made about your eyes, yes those milky periwinkle hues. ironic is what it was, as you hated being a hyuga due to your negligence, but sasuke? he was captured by those eyes of yours. every time you spoke with one another he would always be sure to make eye contact, often times he'd find himself lost within your eyes.

when you gave them your leave of absence, and was recruited for the chunin exams of that season you felt so lonely. yes, you became friends with most of the genin that year, but you missed the gaze sasuke would hold on you. or when you'd accompany the team on low-class missions, it had became a tradition for the two of you to lay upon the grass atop of the waterfall after picking up the litter and waste.

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"sasuke!" you yelped as you felt his arms wrap around your waist and tumble you to the ground with him. his laughs were sweet, he had his hand at the back of your head to avoid any possible injuries.

"oh come on, [name]! you didn't think i'd actually let you get hurt, right?" you both laid on your sides, his arms still lazily wrapped across your body, the palm of his hand granting warmth to your skull. he loved losing his train of thought within your eyes, they were a pond to him; a pond of warmth and milkiness that only you could portray. he wanted to look so deep into your gaze until he lost himself completely, sasuke knew only love and peace, and he wanted to show you everything that he knew. he dropped his arms and hands, allowing you to rest up on the grass with him. his blue shirt carried spews of green grass, his white shirts having small stains from the water that had splashed onto him earlier. you two laid in the grass, drowning in the calming air and the sound of the small waves splashing along the river all the way down the waterfall. "[name]?" he called out to you ever so softly, careful to not be too loud as your head rested right below his mouth.

"yes, sasuke?" your heartbeat was rapid, taking in the sound of his short breaths.

"i know we've only been friends for like a month or whatever, but i... i you know i've really enjoyed getting to know you, but i can't help but feel like i know so little about you. i-i was thinking maybe we could find time to eat with each other one day or maybe we could train together one on one. i don't know, i don't wanna be a bother or anything i bet you're busy and—"

you cut him off his jumble of words, "i would love to, sasuke."

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after establishing a friendship—or at least that was the best label for you two—between the two of you, it had become clear that you were utterly in love with sasuke. you missed him when you'd go on missions, and you missed him when you'd encounter a river because the sounds of small waves clashing would only make you remember the days you and him would lay in the itchy field of grass and take in each others presence.

the day the second chunin exam of the year was announced publicly, sasuke had arrived at the hyuga residence. bowing down to the gatekeeper before entering and walking along the pathway, besides his visit was to always be accepted as he was an often visitor. he walked closer to the dusk of miniature forest grown within the estate. he knew where it was that you would train at, the thick and tall oak trees that surrounded the lake.

there he saw you and neji in combat, he watched in awe as the veins of your face were strong and bold; taking in all of neji's moves as he did to yours. you and neji never went easy on eachother, you both strained your limits to grow stronger and stronger. sweat fell of your faces, using only your body as a weapon, neji would near his palm by your face? you'd use your arm to block the hit. you'd had enough of each other, neji dropping first and relaxing his eyes, and so you did too. you both caught your breaths pushing back your long hair out of your faces. "very well, neji. thank you for sparring with me today." you bowed down to your elder cousin.

he too, bent over to bow down to you. "it was a pleasure, [name]." neji favored you over hinata, the hate he felt for your father and elder sister was immense. although you were almost a replica of the two, he shared feelings with you— as you were both were destined to a lower rank to the clan.

you darted your eyes over to the tree sasuke leaned on, "you must excuse me, neji. same time tomorrow, yes?"

neji nodded, collecting his satchel of necesites, "very well, don't stay out too long you two." he and sasuke looked at each other as they passed one another. neji had always looked at sasuke with a stern face, this was more than just to be protective towards you, but also because he saw sasuke as a great opponent.

sasuke made his way to where you were, which was at the lake. "you look exhausted today, [name]. you really need to stop pushing yourself so much!" he watched as you took water into your hands and splashed it over your face to cleanse yourself of any sweat. he only helped you, brushing your hair with his fingers and holding it in a temporary ponytail. his face expressed only worry, his eyebrows furrowed looking down at you.

a breath fell from the gap between your lips, "i do rest, at night when i fall asleep." you smirked at him, holding back a chuckle.

"oh real funny, [name]." he too wore a smirk on his face, laughing under his breath. his palm collided with your cheek, "you're cold." his thumb caressed the flesh of your face, "c'mere, [name]." he waited no longer, tugging you close to his body; your head resting on his chest. you took in the warmth that emitted from his clothes and skin, your nostrils inhaling and exhaling the scent of lavender and freshness that clung onto him. his face suddenly turned red, his cheeks were hot. "do you uhm think we're old enough to uhm kiss? now that we're thirteen." he interlocked his fingers with yours, running his thumb along the inches of your hands.

you too felt hear rise to your face, a giggle full of innocence hidden within it. "well i don't know, didn't you and naruto kiss already?" you grinned up evilly at him, your eyes squinting as you held back the snarkiest laugh.

sasuke inhaled deeply, his eyes shutting immediately. "you're so gross! why would you remind me about that!" he let go of your hands to cover his face with his own.

you laughed beside him, lost at where to look as he had covered his eyes. as your laughter calmed down sasuke let out a small giggle, his hands falling from his face. "i think that was a yes then, am i right?" he watched as you went from laughing to a flustered look, you stared up at him, your eyes interlocked with his. he lowered his head to your height, taking his hand and placing his fingertips on the tip of your chin. he tilted his head, staring into your eyes. "i really love your eyes, [name]..." he neared your lips, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath tickle the skin of your mouth. your eyes were almost closed, too shy to look each other in the eye while he preformed this act. he moved closer, his thumb on your lips, truly he was lost and didn't know what to do really, but he knew he wanted to plant a kiss on those plush lips of yours.

"[name], get up it is far too late for you to be out here. uchiha sasuke, one of my men shall accompany you back to your estate. have a good night." your father stood very tall over you two, your hearts dropped in an instant.

"y-yes father!" you were quick to stand up and take his side, watching as sasuke jumped up as well and bowed down to him.

"yes sir, i apologize on my behalf for holding [name] out so late, truly she had just finished up training with neji, but it was me who has kept her out." your heart fluttered, sasuke always took your side no matter what.

"very well, then thank you for being by her side when neji left." your father spoke loud, nodding slightly. you watched as sasuke nodded towards you, he wanted nothing more than to hug you and say goodbye the right way but he knew as of right now there was no way to do that. as sasuke melted in with the shadows hiashi turned to you and gazed down on your small frame. "as to you, [name], you know better than to attach yourself with the uchiha boy. he is destined for things far greater than you, you must respect that."

his words hit you hard and they stung so terribly. unfortunately, he was right, sasuke was the younger brother of uchiha itachi and the son of uchiha fugaku and mikoto; and he was sure to marry another kunoichi within the uchiha. not you, a hyuga who was destined to be hidden beneath your elder sister and to cling onto a lesser branch of the hyuga.

[kimjun]

Team 7 in: How they met

Naruto: You literally fell out of the sky. Well, almost literally but Naruto says you fell straight out of the sky into his arms.

It was a quiet afternoon that your friends decided it would be a good idea to play hide and seek, you tried to hide on a roof, but just as you were about to climb up you slipped and fell into Naruto.

-You're an angel! - Naruto says with wide eyes and rosy cheeks.

To this day he says you're an angel.

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Sasuke: Who introduced you was Itachi, at first Sasuke proved to be a difficult little boy, that lasted five seconds, when you offered him little tomatoes, Sasuke knew that you were the love of his life from now on.

-You're going to marry me! - he almost shouts, his cheeks puffed out and rosy, a cute beak to top it off.

-No.- you laugh teasingly.

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Sakura: Ino was the one who introduced you, you are Ino's cousin, you came back to the village and Ino wanted to take a walk, you went to the center of the village, when Ino saw Sakura she went to bother the pink one, you quickly intervened. Ino didn't like it but Sakura was silly that you did it.

-Let's be a trio of best friends! - you say pulling your cousin and Sakura.

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Kakashi: Kurenai was the one who introduced you, Kakashi had already heard about you, your sweet and delicate appearance hid how deadly you really are. Kakashi had already created many stories in mind, seeing you in person only made him desire you that much more.

[skyahri]

I'm Ready Now |Sasuke X Reader| HC

Summary: You and Sasuke are long-term friends. He's finally decided he's ready to be with you, but you had no idea what had been motivating him all along.

Warnings: Modern AU. Club scene. SFW.

Masterlist Ko-fi

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You've known Sasuke since high school.

You've stuck by him through everything- when his brother was arrested, when he hated everyone and everything, when he rebelled and became a sort of man whore junior year, and even now into adulthood after he simmered down.

But now he was acting odd, and you aren't the only one who's noticed.

Each of your mutual friends had come to you about Sasuke's subtle change in behavior over the past six or so months.

Sakura was the first to ask you about it, wondering if you had picked up on the shift in his demeanor. Then Ino, Sai, Kankuro, and so on.

The biggest change was his newfound confidence.

Not that he wasn't confident before, but this new wave was more... earned. He used to be so entitled and full of himself, so the maturity brought on by this change was refreshing.

You were going to ask Sasuke about it, but you couldn't find the right time.

He had recently taken over the family business, and it was taking up a lot of his time and energy.

When he was young, after his brother had killed their parents, the company was temporarily taken over by a team of advisors until Sasuke was deemed fit to run it.

After receiving his bachelor's in business management and going through several summers of internships, he was given control and promoted to CEO.

That was right around the time he had started to act out of the ordinary.

That's what brings us to today.

It's Saturday, aka the day the whole gang hangs out. Despite how busy Sasuke had become, he always made sure to prioritize it.

He claims it's because Naruto would throw a tantrum, which is true, but you all know he actually enjoys the time together even if he complains.

He'd come to pick you up, a normal occurrence since he had a car, and you did not.

Tonight, you were all meeting up at a club downtown.

The place is packed, but Kiba was able to reserve a table for everyone to sit at.

It was a bit crowded, but that's to be expected from forcing seventeen people into a twelve person booth.

You're a bit too close to Sasuke, but you don't mind. He's cool and comfortable, unlike some of the other men at the table, so it's not awkward.

He slides his arm along the back of the booth to give you a bit more room.

You notice his cologne, the same one he's worn for the past several years. You've always liked it and encouraged him early on to wear it more often.

Once sat, Naruto immediately ordered a round of shots for the table.

And then another.

And another.

And another.

With a little liquid courage, the girls had managed to drag their boyfriends to the dance floor.

It wasn't really your scene, so you opted to hang back with the more introverted members of the group: Shikamaru, Gaara, Shino, and Sasuke.

Hinata would've gladly stayed too, if not for Naruto literally dragging her along.

You were happily chatting with the guys before you were forced asked by Ino and Sakura to retrieve more drinks.

Sasuke offered to go with you since there was no way you could carry so many glasses.

The bartender was busy, so you two hung off to the side for a moment while the wave passed.

You decided now was the time to confront him about his change in behavior.

"You've been different lately."

"Different? How so?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. He was playing dumb, something he did often when trying to politely avoid a subject.

"I'm worried about you, you know. You're not the same Sasuke anymore."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

Ah, so he was plenty aware of it.

"Not necessarily. I just want to know whats going on with you. You can talk to me."

Sasuke thought for a moment. He was nervous, well as nervous as he could manage to be.

"I've inherited my family's company."

You looked at him confused.

"I have a degree, I own my apartment, I have a stable career. I have even cleared my family's name in the eyes of the public."

You just continued to look at him, more lost than you were a second ago. What was he getting at? Why would this be bothering him?

"I am finally a man worthy of even asking you for a chance."

Oh?

Oh.

Was he..? Did he really..?

"What?" It's all you can manage to get out.

"You deserve a good man who can provide you with a good life. I've worked hard these past few years to be that man, so I can ask for your hand."

You didn't know what to say. How could you after such a bold proclamation?

So you didn't say anything.

You just tilted your head up to kiss him.

It was perfect- your hands on his chest, one of his on your face, and the other sliding into your hair. The smell of his cologne and fabric of his black button-up.

His lips were surprisingly soft. He's a good kisser, but that's less surprising considering how often he'd gotten around in his youth.

You broke away, and your hands slid down so they could interlock with his.

"Sasuke," you'd stare at him softly, "You've always been a worthy man. Money and status don't change anything."

After that night, he stayed the same new Sasuke, but there was a more relaxed air to him.

You'd hoped to keep things under wraps for longer, but Naruto had apparently seen you guys kiss at the club, and news spread pretty fast after that.

Not that Sasuke minded, no. He liked being able to give you passing touches and brief kisses. He liked being able to look at you without suspicion.

Things were good now.

[todorokis-girl]

Between Shadows and Light - Kakashi x Reader (Pt 3)

part 1 Part 2

In the aftermath of the Uchiha massacre, Y/N finds herself grappling with loss, duty, and an unexpected connection with Kakashi Hatake. As she cares for Sasuke and navigates her feelings for the enigmatic Copy Ninja, their bond deepens amidst missions, village gossip, and unresolved emotions. But with Sasuke’s protectiveness and Itachi’s shadow looming over them, can Y/N truly find love and normalcy, or is her heart forever tied to the past?

Masterlist

Y/N strolled back toward her house, the quiet streets of Konoha a welcome reprieve from the chatter of the market. She’d run into Kakashi earlier than expected, and as always, his presence had left her thoughts unsettled. He had a way of lingering, even when he wasn’t physically there.

When she reached her doorstep, she paused, her hand resting on the wooden frame. Inside, she could hear Sasuke moving around—probably sharpening his kunai or organizing his gear. He was meticulous like that, a trait he’d honed as he grew older.

She stepped inside and found him sitting at the small dining table, a book open in front of him. He barely glanced up as she entered, but she didn’t miss the faint tension in his shoulders.

"Back so soon?" he asked, his tone neutral.

"Errands didn’t take long," she replied, setting down her bag. She studied him for a moment. "Something on your mind?"

He shrugged, not meeting her gaze. "Training’s been... frustrating."

Y/N pulled out a chair and sat across from him. "Kakashi giving you a hard time?"

Sasuke finally looked up, his dark eyes narrowing. "He holds back. He treats me like I can’t handle anything serious."

Y/N’s lips twitched in a faint smile. "That’s because you're still traiming. The basics are an essential part of solid foundation."

Sasuke scowled, but she could see the flicker of acknowledgment in his expression.

"Give it time," she said softly. "Kakashi’s not one to rush things, but he sees potential in you. He wouldn’t waste his time otherwise."

The corner of Sasuke’s mouth twitched, almost forming a smile, but he caught himself and looked away. "Whatever."

Y/N chuckled, standing up and ruffling his hair as she passed him. "Dinner will be ready soon. Don’t make that face for too long—it might stick."

Later that evening, after Sasuke had gone to bed, Y/N stepped out into the backyard. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the small garden. She wrapped her arms around herself, leaning against the wooden railing of the porch as her thoughts drifted.

She didn’t hear him approach at first.

"You’re quieter than usual," Kakashi said from behind her, his voice low but unmistakable.

She turned her head slightly, unsurprised to see him leaning casually against the side of the house, his arms crossed. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged, pushing off the wall and walking toward her. "Couldn’t sleep. Figured you might be awake."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "And why would you assume that?"

He gave her a look that made her stomach twist in an infuriatingly familiar way. "You've always had a terrible sleep schedule"

She exhaled sharply, turning back to the garden. "I didn’t realize I was that predictable. Besides, it's the only time in the day I get to myself, Sasuke has always been an early to bed sort of kid"

Kakashi stepped closer, his presence warm despite the cool night air. "It’s not a bad thing. Just means I pay attention."

Y/N’s heart gave an involuntary lurch, but she kept her voice steady. "What do you want, Kakashi?"

There was a pause, and when he spoke again, his tone was softer. "Maybe I just wanted to see you."

She turned to face him, her arms still crossed defensively. "You know you make things harder whenever you say things like that"

"I know," he said simply "But you can handle it". His gaze, visible through the mask and his one uncovered eye, held hers steadily.

For a moment, the space between them felt impossibly small. She was acutely aware of the way he was standing, the way his voice had dropped just enough to make her pulse quicken.

"Kakashi—"

Her words were cut off when he stepped closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch her cheek but stopping short.

Neither of them moved.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she could feel the tension like a live wire between them. He leaned in, just slightly, his gaze flicking to her lips.

"Y/N—"

The sound of the sliding door slamming open shattered the moment.

"Y/N, where’s—"

Sasuke’s voice broke through, and the two of them sprang apart like they’d been caught doing something forbidden.

Y/N turned toward Sasuke, her heart hammering in her chest. "What is it?" she asked, her voice higher than she intended.

Sasuke frowned, his gaze flicking between them suspiciously. "I forgot to ask if we have more shuriken. I’m low."

"In the weapons chest," she replied quickly, avoiding his gaze.

Sasuke lingered for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly before he turned and disappeared back into the house.

As soon as he was gone, Y/N let out a shaky breath.

Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck, his posture as nonchalant as ever. "Well, that was... unfortunate timing."

She glared at him, though her cheeks were still flushed. "You should go."

"Are we going to talk about—"

"No," she said firmly, cutting him off.

His visible eye crinkled slightly, though she couldn’t tell if it was in amusement or something else. "Fair enough. Goodnight, Y/N."

She didn’t respond as he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving her alone with her racing thoughts and the unmistakable feeling that something between them had just shifted.

The days that followed were a blur of normalcy, yet the air between Y/N and Kakashi felt undeniably different. She avoided him as much as her responsibilities allowed, throwing herself into training with Sasuke, mission briefings, and mundane village errands. Despite her efforts, the memory of that almost-kiss lingered, replaying at the most inconvenient moments—when she was alone in her room, when Kakashi passed her in the market, or when Sasuke mentioned his name offhandedly.

Sasuke, sharp as ever, didn’t miss her newfound tension.

"You’ve been distracted," he remarked one afternoon during training.

Y/N turned to him, kunai in hand, forcing a smile. "Have I?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You keep pausing like you’re somewhere else."

She let out a quiet sigh and crossed her arms, trying to appear nonchalant. "I’ve just had a lot on my mind."

Sasuke’s expression didn’t change. "Does it have to do with Kakashi?"

Her breath hitched, but she recovered quickly. "Why would you say that?"

"You’re avoiding him." Sasuke’s tone was matter-of-fact, but his eyes held an edge of suspicion. "It’s obvious."

Y/N hesitated, weighing her response carefully. "Kakashi and I have worked together for a long time. Sometimes… things get complicated."

"Complicated how?"

"It’s nothing you need to worry about," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "Focus on your training."

Sasuke didn’t push further, but the doubt in his eyes lingered.

That evening, after Sasuke had gone to bed, Y/N found herself restless. The house was silent except for the faint chirping of crickets outside. She sat on the porch, her knees pulled to her chest, staring at the stars as if they held the answers she couldn’t find.

"You’ve been avoiding me."

The voice startled her, but she didn’t turn around. She knew who it was. To be honest, he was the only person to ever step foot into the Uchiha compound besides herself and Sasuke.

"You have a habit of sneaking up on people," she said, her tone dry.

Kakashi stepped into view, his hands in his pockets, his ever-present mask obscuring his face. "Only when they’re trying to avoid me."

She let out a small sigh, looking away. "What, Kakashi?"

He sat down beside her, leaving a respectful distance between them. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"About the other night…" he began, his voice quieter than usual.

"There’s nothing to talk about," she interrupted quickly, hugging her knees tighter.

"You don’t think so?"

She glanced at him, her eyes narrowing. "Kakashi—"

"You felt it too," he said simply, his tone steady but laced with something she couldn’t quite place. "Didn’t you?"

Her chest tightened, but she forced herself to remain calm. "It doesn’t matter."

"It does. We've been feeling like this for years Y/N; why do you keep running away?"

She turned to face him fully, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Do you think this is easy for me? I can’t—" She stopped herself, taking a deep breath. "Sasuke’s my priority. Everything else comes second. Including… whatever this is."

Kakashi studied her, his visible eye softening. "I understand," he said after a long pause. "But you don't have to be alone to take care of Sasuke"

"I’ve been alone for years," she replied quietly. "It’s easier that way."

He reached out, hesitating for a moment before his hand rested lightly on her arm. "You’re not alone, Y/N. No matter how much you may think you are; you've never been"

The weight of his words settled between them, heavy and unspoken. She looked down at his hand, then back up at him, her resolve wavering.

Before either of them could say another word, the sound of a door sliding open broke the moment.

"Y/N?"

Sasuke’s voice was groggy, but it cut through the tension like a knife.

Kakashi immediately pulled his hand back, his demeanor shifting to something more neutral. Y/N turned to Sasuke, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "What’s wrong?"

"Can’t sleep," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Go lie down," she said gently. "I’ll be in soon."

Sasuke nodded, glancing briefly at Kakashi before retreating back inside.

Y/N stood, brushing off her clothes. "You should go," she said, not meeting Kakashi’s gaze.

He hesitated, but eventually rose to his feet. "Goodnight, Y/N."

She didn’t respond as he walked away, disappearing into the night. Once he was gone, she let out a shaky breath, her emotions a tangled mess.

No matter how hard she tried, the walls she’d built around herself were beginning to crack. And Kakashi, whether he realized it or not, was becoming impossible to ignore.

After she helped Sasuke settle back to bed she found herself sitting on the grass of her backyard again. As late as it was, the quiet helped to dig through her memories. The house was silent except for the faint chirping of crickets outside. Her knees pulled to her chest, staring at the stars as if they held the answers she couldn’t find. And yet, her thoughts drifted back to Kakashi.

Her mind wandered to the beginning, to the time he had first come to her seeking help with the Sharingan. He had been hesitant, awkward even, in the way he asked. At the time, Y/N had been drowning in her grief, struggling to make sense of her place in the village after the massacre. Teaching Kakashi had given her purpose, a way to channel her pain into something meaningful.

She remembered the early days of his training vividly—the quiet mornings in the clearing outside the village, where they practiced until the sun dipped below the horizon. Kakashi had been a quick study, but the strain of using the Sharingan without an Uchiha’s natural chakra reserves had worn him down fast. Still, he never complained, and Y/N admired his determination even when she refused to say it aloud.

There were moments, though, when she’d catch him looking at her—moments when his mask slipped, not physically, but emotionally. His gaze lingered a second too long, and sometimes, when their hands accidentally brushed during a sparring session, he would pull back just a fraction too quickly, as if burned. She had written it off as nothing, attributing it to his aloof nature and her overactive imagination.

But others had noticed. Even before the massacre, even before they became close. She could still hear the teasing whispers from years ago, back when their sessions together were a common sight. “Do you think Y/N was meant for Kakashi, not Itachi?” someone had said once. She’d laughed it off, her heart too preoccupied with thoughts of Itachi to even consider the idea.

Kakashi, for his part, had never addressed the rumors. He was always quiet, always respectful, but there had been times when he would glance at her in a way that made her stomach flutter. At the time, she hadn’t known what it meant—or maybe she had been too afraid to know.

One memory stood out in sharp relief. It had been late in the evening, the sky streaked with purples and reds, and they were packing up their training equipment. She’d turned to him, a casual remark on her lips, and caught him staring. His eye had softened in a way she hadn’t seen before, a faint blush coloring the tips of his ears.

“What is it?” she’d asked, her voice teasing. “Do I have something on my face?”

He’d looked away quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “No. Nothing.”

She’d laughed, brushing it off, but the moment had lingered in her mind for days after.

She remembered the day he had stood beside her at the riverbank, their sandals sinking into the wet sand as the water rushed past their ankles. They’d been just teenagers then, still figuring out who they were meant to be in a village that demanded so much from them. The massacre was a mere years behind her, still filling her every thought, even as she refused to grieve. She had been staring at the horizon, lost in thought, when he handed her a small paper crane he’d folded.

“Why the crane?” she’d asked, turning it over in her hands.

“It’s supposed to bring peace,” he’d replied, his voice quiet but steady. “Thought you could use some.”

At the time, she had simply smiled softly tucked the crane into her pouch, grateful, but never giving the gesture much thought. But now, years later, she could still feel the weight of that small offering, the way his gaze had lingered on her as though he’d wanted to say more but hadn’t known how.

Now, sitting on the porch, she felt a pang of regret. How many of those moments had she ignored? How many times had she chosen to look away because she was too focused on Itachi, too afraid of what moving on might mean? But then again, he was focused on Rin. She wasn't the only one ignoring it... but at the end of it all, she continued to reject it even when he finally set his full focus on her.

Y/N sighed, resting her chin on her knees. She had spent so much of her life running—from her feelings, from her pain, from the possibility of happiness. But Kakashi… Kakashi had been there through it all, quiet and steady, waiting for her to see what had been in front of her all along.

“Why are we like this?” she muttered to herself, the question a quiet plea to the universe. “Why can’t we just… be honest?”

And now? Now she wasn’t sure what to do with the knowledge. Part of her wanted to run to him, to tell him everything, to see where this road might lead. But another part of her, the part that still clung to the past, whispered doubts into her ear. What if it’s too late? What if you’re too broken to give him what he deserves?

Why hadn’t she seen it? Was it because of Itachi, because she had been so consumed by her feelings for him? Or was it because she had been afraid, afraid of what it would mean to let someone like Kakashi in?

She sighed, her breath shaky. “How could I have been so blind?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

[lovelijooni]

“CRASHING DOWN”

Lady Uchiha.

Chap. 1, 2, .. .. ..

⚠️ this book contains: angst,fluff, swearing, violence.

Read on Wattpad here

⇝shame、 mitski.

0:5:22 ━━❍─────4:31

"Cmon sasuke let's get to playing before it's too dark!!" The young girl giggled taking the raven haired boys hand in hers as she carelessly ran through the Uchiha compound. The sun still high in the sky, awaiting for their great day ahead. His eyes glimmered as he gave in to the pull of the energetic girl running along with her giggling and laughing like a child. A happy child.

"Hey you two kiddos! Slow down would ya ur gonna knock someone over!"

The old lady scolded from her small shop causing their running to halt as they let out an embarrassed giggle slowing their pace. "Alright granny!" They snickered as the elder shook her head, remembering her young days. Watching the two kids chatter as amongst themselfs. Walking with a little bit of pep in their step.

"You know I can't wait to become a kunoichi! I hope I'll be just as good as my daddy."

The girl beamed at the slightly taller boy.

"Yeah! My brothers a prodigy I can't wait to surpass him." He said with determination in his eyes looking at the path forward. "Sasu-" she stopped walking as she looked at the ground seemingly deep in thought.

"Yea?" He questioned. Concern writen on his face. "Do you, pinky promise to never forget me? Can we be best friends forever?" Pleading eyes looked back at him as a light blush brushed upon his soft features. "Of course n/n. Pinky promise." He smiled shyly inter locking their pinky's. Her face lightened up as she began to approached their special tree. It was a wisteria that stood tall with thick trunk. Intricate weaves of stems and roots made the atmosphere feel ethereal. It rested its long life On an island within a small lake.

The two balance on the large roots that stick up from under the lake to make it to the island. "Hm what should we do.. hmm. I know! Hide in seek. Do u wanna hide or seek first?" She asked anticipating his answer. "I guess I'll hide first" he smiled as she began to count down from 30. He soon found a hiding spot in a tree that had an unusual opening in its trunk.

"Ready or not hear I come!!" She exclaimed as her small voice rang through the forest beginning her search for Sasuke. She remembers what direction she heard his footsteps from and taking that path she hears giggling from inside a tree. Smugly snickering she sneaks up behind the mysterious tree and-

"Boo!"

He jumped from out of the tree. Wrapping his arms around her as they giggled. Pulling her to the ground they laughed hard rolling around as they hugged. The sun began to set. Golden sun rays beamed through the cracks of the forest. Shining down on the two. He takes second to admire your laughing features as in a dazed he is suddenly broken free from a voice.

"Brother. It's time to come home."

A male voice demanded. Your childish banter proves your stopped as Sasukes smile dropped. Hurriedly standing from his stop and dusting off his dark clothes. Stunned u remain on the ground watching as sasukes brother itachi began to walk away sasuke along with him. "Well I'll see you tomorrow n/n" he grunted lowly. "Well uh.. bye sasuke!" She hesitated. Met with a soft hand wave from sasuke. Not daring to glance back at her.

His brother alway gave her the heebje jeebies. Sure he was cute and strong but she would make sure to steer clear of him. Sighing to herself as she makes her way to her home.

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"Momma papa I'm home!!" She yelled. Beginning a search for her mom and dad. The smell of dinner filling her nostrils as she happily made her way to the kitchen.

"Welcome back honey- your home earlier than usual did something happen?" She questioned raising a brow at the small girl "yea.. assumes brother came and scooped him away from me. You know he'd been doing that often I wonder what he's busy with." She wondered speaking her thoughts out loud. "Well he is on a path to be a very strong Ninja he must be training" she said. Handing the h/c haired girl a bowl of soup she made her own. Sitting across from her. Saying grace before the dig in. She watches as her daughter sips on the soup happily. Doing a little food dance she giggled "mommy why are u staring at me?" She asked. A fond grin washed on the mother.

"Your just, so special sweetie. Don't let anyone dim your light. My little lady" she teased pinching the girls cheek. Small hands swatting away as the two ruptured into laughter. Finishing her soup she sighed "well I'm full

Mommy I'll see in the morning good night!" She chirped making her way up the stairs. Her mother smiled "see you two sweetheart"

She peeked out of her bedroom window. The house across was sasukes. Watching as he rested his head out of his window she smirked as she saw this as an opportunity. Grabbing a stone from out of one of her mini plants and pelting it across to the bored boy 

Mischievously giggling as hes looked for the culprit. She sighed- sneaking into her bed.

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The screams. The screams oh where they wretched as the iron sent pang in the back of your throat. in the bathroom she hid. She hid while her parents got slaughtered. "MY DAUGHTER. PLEASE SPARE MY DAUG-" the sound of blood splattering caused whole world to stop. Everything went silent. She stared at her cowardly frame in the mirror. Her eyes. They radiated a raging red. Thick globs of blood ran down her weak body. Whipping her head she heard footsteps.

...

The door crept open. She began to shutter as a male figure slowly stepped in. Like predator and prey. She as frozen in fear. "I-itachi?" She mumbled out. Fear laced him her tone. He raised his kunai in his hand. Lungs that once heaved heavy in her chest came to the halt. She watch as the object came straight for her.

Black.

Squeezing her eyes shut awaiting her inevitable demise she was met with silence. Shaking. Quivering she slightly opened her eyes. She felt the cold metal of the weapon grazing her throat but. It was like it was stuck from its motion. Just at her neck it stood. Time. Time had stopped. In disbelief she moved away from the weapon. Gazing at the wide eye figure of itachi. He couldn't move his body, but his eyes followed her as she hesitantly made her way out of the bathroom.

The scene frozen in time in her kitchen. Her mother played across the floor. Neck sliced as her lifeless body felt cold to the touch. Tracing her fingers around her lifeless skin she untied the ribbon that her mother once wore. Tying the blood stained neck lace round her neck a drop of her bloodied tears fell upon her dead mother. Slowly getting up she looked up.

Her father. His katana pierced through his head. Pining his hanging body to the ceiling. the blood that pooled beneath his body. It displayed a reflection. Her reflection. The reflection of her bright red eyes. Staring right back at her. The uchiha symbol was the one charm that dangled from her neck. Her mother's ribbon. Then she ran. She far through the uchiha compound. Looking as the state the once lively streets she sobbed and kept running.

And ran

And ran.

And ran.

Until the sun came up. The unfamiliar area she was in was far away from the leaf village. A strong hand stopped her movement. Blood stained face. Body shaking to the touch as the two women looks down at her. "Hun. are you alright? Where are your parents?" She questioned eyes furrowing as she was met with now answer. Sighing she spoke up. "I'm tsunade. A-and this is shizune. What's ur name sweet girl

"M-my name is. Y/n"

[neeneee]

'I got waxed by a man' prank

Konoha 12 version

>din't include lee because i'ma be honest, I can't stand him lol >Ik this is ooc but so what, it's AU anyways >Idk why i headcanon choji to be so freaking healthy idk >Sasuke on the other hand ... that Uchiha love is smtg else

[shisuisui]

Sparring friends?

wc: 1,3k, fluff, Shisui and Y/n are in their feels

Age 15

At the Konoha training grounds, far from the tumult of the village, Y/n and Shisui were face to face, circling each other and ready to lunge at every moment. They both had one of their sparring sessions which usually ended up with one of them giving up to not hurt the other and them both sharing some sweets from a small local shop they visited often.

Both were determined to win. Shisui grinned and activated his Sharingan. “Hey, that´s not fair. No Sharingan!” Y/n shouted at him. “Life´s not fair love. You have improved a lot since our last spar. But are you sure you can keep up with the legendary Uchiha Shisui?" She had blushed at the pet name. For some time Shisui had started calling her pet names and she didn´t know what to make out of it. Love, darling, princess… they did not help her crush on her best friend. She had to focus.

Y/n chuckled, her hair shifting slightly as she adopted a combat-ready stance. "Don't underestimate me, Shisui. I'm not going down without a fight." He only flashed her his beautiful, charming smile, and with a swift, fluid motion, Shisui lunged forward, his kunai flashing in the sunlight. Y/n dodged it, her kunai ready in hand. Their blades clashed, each strike resonating with precision and skill. There was no way she could outsmart him with his Sharingan activated. She had an idea but didn´t know how he would react and if it was going to be effective. As they engaged in different attacks and counters, Y/n let out a flirtatious remark, putting on a slightly suggestive tone to her voice. "Is that all you've got, Shisui? I was expecting a real challenge." He countered all her attacks and managed to get a firm grip on both her forearms holding them in between them, trapping her effectively.

Shisui chuckled, their faces mere inches apart as they sparred. His face inched closer until he was close to her ear. "Oh Y/n, I have so much more to show you, of course only if you think you can handle it.” She blushed furiously and blew some smoke into his face, creating a cloud of dust and lighting it up with a click of her teeth. The cloud erupted in flames. At least she could blame her flushed cheeks on the flames in front of her.

He was gone. She slowly turned around, scanning her surroundings. Where was he? He was called Shisui the Body Flicker for a reason. With her chakra, she slowly created a chakra net on the floor which was spreading further and further. With it, she could track all the movements in her surroundings. They knew each other's techniques and strategies so well that their sparring sessions were as much a test of skill as they were a chance to enjoy each other's company. She found him. While checking her surroundings she sensed his chakra. His chakra signature was engraved in her brain. She would find him anywhere. And he knew it, which is why he was suddenly standing behind her, holding the kunai to her neck. Damn it he was fast! She turned her head, looking up at him and showing him the greatest puppy eyes she could muster while wetting her lips and pouting innocently. His gaze faltered. Y/n took advantage of that momentary opening and swept Shisui off his feet, sending him to the ground with a gentle thud. She stood over him, a playful grin on her face. "Looks like I win this round."

Shisui laughed as he lay on the ground, his gaze fixed on the girl above him. The sun behind her gave the impression of a halo around her head while she was basking in the orange light of the afternoon. He was mesmerized, to say the least. Why did it have to be her? Why did he have to fall in love with his best friend? He couldn´t risk this friendship. The Uchiha´s were already frowned upon by most of the villagers, and he couldn´t lose her. So, he just enjoyed every intimate moment he had with her. Tried to memorize every little mark on her face, everything that made her smile, what she disliked, and tried to not think about pressing his lips against her every time he was on the receiving end of one of those dashing smiles.

She held out her hand to help him up. An olive branch is being handed out. But Shisui, mischievous as he is had other plans. He took her hand in his and made a calculated move, attempting to bring Y/n down to the ground. With a swift motion, he lunged toward her, aiming to pin her to the grass. However, Y/n knew him very well and with her quick reflexes and agility, interjected his plans.

As Shisui moved in to execute his manoeuvre, Y/n expertly countered his attack. She deftly moved her body, using his momentum against him. In a fluid and graceful motion, she flipped them both over, and suddenly, she was on top of Shisui, pinning him to the grass. She was straddling his thighs, pinning his arms to the ground. And he let her. She knew that if he wanted to, he could´ve won easily against her. Now their faces were mere inches apart. Shisui´s Sharingan was still activated but his gaze softened as he met Y/n's eyes. "Impressive move darling, but do not underestimate me.” Sending her a wink he grabbed Y/n and used her own momentum to roll them both down a grassy hillside. They had reached a part of the training grounds that had a slope. Shisui and Y/n tumbled down together, laughter escaping their lips as they lost control. Shisui held on tightly onto her, his arms encircling her waist while she wrapped hers around his neck.

When they finally came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, Y/n found herself on top of Shisui again, but this time their bodies closely intertwined. Their laughter faded, replaced by a silence filled with unspoken emotions. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Shisui's Sharingan was like a swirling pool of mystery, drawing Y/n in. She was always fascinated by his eyes. Many feared the power of the red orbs, but she knew a different side. She knew of these red eyes trying everything to protect others. She knew of these eyes that had saved her countless times. And now she was so close to them. So close that their noses were touching. Y/n's eyes held a warmth and affection that was impossible to ignore.

A blush crept on Shisui´s cheeks mirroring Y/n`s own. The tension between the two friends was electrifying. They found themselves drawing closer and closer until their lips were only an inch apart. Shisui watched her carefully for any sign of discomfort. Seeing none he saw it as his cue to close the gap between them. “NIISAAAAAAAN! Where should we train?” Jumping away Y/n and both scrambled to their feet at the sound of a child´s voice. Faces red as a tomato they both watched how a little Sasuke came into view followed by Itachi. When Sasuke saw them both he immediately ran over. “Shisui-nii, Y/n-nee, look Nii-san will teach me how to throw shuriken today.” They both tried to sound enthusiastic while talking to Sasuke concealing their disappointment of their moment being gone. Shisui and Y/n knew what would´ve happened if the little Uchiha hadn´t disrupted them. They were going to kiss each other. And both wanted to do it.

Itachi the smart person that he is realised what was going on. Only raising an eyebrow while looking between Shisui and Y/n he chose not to say anything to not embarrass them further. Sasuke continued rambling and in the end Y/n and Shisui stayed to watch the lesson and occasionally voice their input. Neither mentioning what nearly happened.

[justletmewritepls]

Here’s a romantic first meeting between Itachi Uchiha and the reader in a college AU:

The Art of Chance Encounters (College AU! Itachi. Uchiha x reader)

The campus library was quieter than usual, the soft hum of the air conditioning blending with the rustling of papers and the occasional squeak of a chair. I was tucked away in the farthest corner, surrounded by stacks of books on art history for an essay due next week. My coffee sat untouched beside me, its warmth long gone, as I scribbled notes and tried to stay focused.

But focus was hard to come by when the chair across from me suddenly scraped against the floor.

I glanced up, startled, to see him—a tall, dark-haired guy with piercing onyx eyes. His expression was calm but unreadable, like he was used to people noticing him and pretended not to care. He set down a sleek black notebook and a small stack of books with titles I couldn’t quite make out.

“Is this seat taken?” His voice was low and smooth, the kind that made my brain stutter for a moment.

“No, it’s not,” I replied, moving my scattered papers aside.

He nodded, sitting down with a practiced grace, and opened his notebook. For a moment, I tried to return to my reading, but my curiosity got the better of me. I stole glances at him, wondering who he was. Something about the way he carried himself seemed... intimidating, yet oddly magnetic.

Minutes passed in silence. He was utterly absorbed in his work, sketching something in his notebook.

Finally, I couldn’t help myself. “What are you working on?”

He looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it softened into something that might’ve been amusement. “A concept for a project. Art department.”

I tilted my head. “You’re an art major?”

He nodded, turning the notebook slightly so I could see. My breath caught—it was a charcoal sketch of a tree, its branches twisting into intricate, delicate patterns like veins spreading across a page. It was hauntingly beautiful.

“Wow,” I murmured. “That’s amazing.”

“Thank you.” His lips quirked into the faintest hint of a smile, so brief I almost thought I imagined it. “What about you? You don’t seem like you’re here just for fun.”

I chuckled, gesturing to my pile of books. “Art history major. This essay is my entire weekend.”

For the first time, his gaze lingered on me, thoughtful. “Art history,” he repeated, as though testing how it sounded. “You study the past, and I try to create something for the future. Interesting.”

“It’s a good balance, don’t you think?” I offered.

“Perhaps.” He leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning me like he was trying to figure me out. “I’m Itachi, by the way. Uchiha.”

I introduced myself, my name sounding strange on my tongue under his intense scrutiny.

The next few minutes passed in comfortable silence, though I was hyperaware of his presence. Then, as I reached for my pen, I accidentally knocked over my coffee. Itachi moved faster than I expected, his hand darting out to catch the cup before it could spill further.

“Careful,” he said softly, setting the cup upright.

“Thanks. Sorry about that,” I muttered, feeling a rush of embarrassment.

He shook his head. “No need to apologize. Happens to everyone.”

I smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to say, but Itachi’s gaze lingered.

“You should take breaks,” he said suddenly, glancing at my scattered notes.

“Breaks?” I blinked, caught off guard.

He nodded. “You’re overworking yourself. Art isn’t meant to be rushed. Even history needs time to breathe.”

For some reason, the sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten. “Maybe you’re right.”

His faint smile returned. “I usually am.”

The quiet confidence in his tone was strangely endearing. Before I could respond, he closed his notebook and stood, gathering his things.

“Wait,” I blurted. “Will I see you here again?”

Itachi paused, his eyes meeting mine. There was a spark of something unreadable in his gaze. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“If you’re here again,” he replied simply, his voice carrying the faintest hint of a tease.

And just like that, he was gone, leaving me with a lingering warmth and the impression of someone I wouldn’t soon forget.

[dark-konohagakure2]

Dark Content Naruto Requests are OPEN

My main account @dark-konohagakure was wrongfully terminated. I don't know if this change will be permanent, so I'll be using this blog for the foreseeable future.

DISCLAIMER: All characters depicted are 18 and above, all scenarios are fictional and should not be replicated in real life.

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What I will write:

Noncon

Dubcon

Yandere

Incest

Abuse

Anthro

Yandere/NSFW alphabet

Dark content

Manipulation

Watersports

Light guro

Orientation play

Multiple characters

Reader of any gender

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[why-are-you-still-awake]

|The person I hate the most| Sasuke x reader

Synopsis: You and Sasuke get put in the closet for seven minutes in heaven.

Word count: 1k

Content/warnings: Gn!reader, enemies to friends to possibly lovers, reconciliation, post war, 2nd person, no warnings really

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It was no secret that you and Sasuke hated each other, or more like you hated Sasuke. The tension would always rise when the two of you were in the same room. One day, Sakura decided she wanted you to actually be social and she took it upon herself to make you come to a party; whether you liked it or not.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

You relent and get off your couch and open the door to find Sakura with a mischievous look on her face.

“What-“ You didn’t even get your words out before Sakura grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of your apartment.

“You’re coming with me whether you like it or not, you need to actually interact with people ya know?” Sakura said with a happy tone.

“Mm” you make a small noise in response

“Come onnnn! It’ll be fun, I stole some Sake from Tsunade.”

You eventually concede with a sigh, ripping your wrist from her grasp. “Fine.”

“You won’t regret this!”

~Timeskip to the party~

You were hiding in a corner, drinking some kool-aid. You didn’t want to be here, you didn’t understand why you let Sakura convince you to come here. You decided you had enough and started heading towards the exit of the house when Sakura appeared.

“No way, you’re staying.” She said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the living room where everyone was sitting in a circle. She ushers you to sit down and sits beside you.

“Okay everyone, let’s play seven minutes in heaven.” Sakura said, grabbing a bottle to decide who goes in the closet with who

You hear a familiar scoffing sound and turn to see, Sasuke Uchiha, one of the people who you loathe the most. You give him a glare before turning your attention back to your hands.

“What are you looking at?” Sasuke said, his tone laced with irritation

“Nothing…”

Sakura grimaces at the clear tension between you and Sasuke, but she soon regains her cheerful demeanor

“Okay, you first,” She says, giving the bottle to you

“Alright.” You relent, spinning the bottle, it lands on Sasuke (shocker ikr?)

You almost immediately recoil when you register what happened.

“Absolutely not!” You exclaimed, clearly opposed to the idea of being forced into a confined space for 7 minutes with *him*

“Come on….” Naruto says, piping in his opinion “It’ll be fine.”

“There is no way in hell, I’ll be going in that closet with them…” Sasuke voiced, clearly feeling the same amount of disdain as you.

Sakura gets visibly irritated and takes it upon herself to grab the back of your shirts and physically drags you to the closet and shoves you inside. You’re about to force the closet door open when you hear her put a chair under the handle, effectively locking you and Sasuke in the closet together for the foreseeable future.

You sigh and slide down the wall, hugging your knees to your chest. Sasuke leans against the opposite wall, not even looking at you.

“You’re not allowed to leave until you solve your issues!” Sakura proclaimed, walking away from the door, leaving you and Sasuke alone with your thoughts.

You look at Sasuke before looking back down. “Something you wanna say?” Sasuke asked, his tone still irritated but slightly softer than before

“Not to you.”

“I didn’t think you were serious when you said you’d never forgive me.” Sasuke said, avoiding your gaze. “You have a backbone, I can respect that.”

You scoff and don’t look at him, you know how you feel and it’s hard to undo the damage and pain he caused. A small part of you wants to forgive him like Naruto and Sakura, but a petty part of you wants to spite him for the rest of your life if it means he can feel a fraction of the pain he inflicted on you. “Maybe you can learn in time to forgive?” You ponder the thought momentarily before pushing it out of your head.

“I’m always truthful in my words.” You say, finally glaring up at him, eyes filled with hate, disdain and……sadness.

Sasuke nods, staying leaned against the wall. “I want to make it right.”

“How do I know you’re being truthful? I can’t rely on you or believe anything you say! You’re unpredictable and frankly who knows you might turn against Konoha again for all I know!” You say, all your feelings pouring out at once. Ones you’ve kept suppressed since the war ended.

Sasuke seemed almost taken aback by the sudden display of emotion, he never expected that from you. “I’m sorry.” He said earnestly

“Be sorry, it doesn’t change what you’ve done.

“What if I can prove myself?” Sasuke asked, genuinely wanting to mend the relationship between you two.

You ponder this for a moment and eventually say “I don’t know, you broke my trust.”

“I know and I want to make it better like I did with Naruto and Sakura.” He seemed pretty honest in the way he was speaking, like he wanted to be a better person and better friend.

“Listen….its not that easy for me, Sasuke. Even if I’m being too emotional about this, what you did still hurt and broke my trust in you completely.”

“I understand but please, give me the chance to fix things even if it’s a small one.”

You lean against the wall, glancing at the light seeping in from the outside. You pick the skin of your cuticles in thought, coming to a conclusion.

You stand up and finally meet his gaze. “I’ll give you one chance to fix this.” You say, sounding like you mean business.

Sasuke nods and gives a barely visible smile “I appreciate it. I’m trying to be a better person honestly.”

“That remains to be seen” you speak in a honest tone.

“Still, thank you.” Sasuke said with a small nod.

You didn’t know if he truly changed but you feel that small part of yourself that wanted to forgive him coming to life again.

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A/n: I hope you liked it, it was a random thought and kinda rushed but I think it came out fine.

edit: originally I posted this on my alt, but I want to put it here.

Do not repost

[somorrow]

headcanons for Itachi and Sasuke giving oral? (>//<)

Itachi prefers giving to receiving. Big time.

Eye contact eye contact eye contact. He’s huge on that in general, always flickering his attention to your face to see how your lips curl in pleasure and your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip.

His hands love to roam. Whether his fingers dive inside you, rub that pretty little nerve of yours, or knead, pinch and pull at your breasts, his hands never rest in one particular spot. Your soft skin is addicting to his callused, battle-worn hands.

He’s not sloppy by any means, but with how much his mouth waters as he pleasures you, you always end up a spitty, slick mess, only making it easier for him to fingerfuck you until you stop watching him devour you, head tilted back in the throes of pleasure.

When your head rears backward, he knows it’s time to pick it up.

His sharingan eyes never forget the sight of you greedily grinding into his face.

Sasuke:

He only ever does it when he wants to, which isn’t often.

When he does, though, it’s fucking sinful. He’s sloppy, slurpy, and messy.

Despite how seldomly he feasts, it’s just that each time — a fucking feast. He’s not a vocal man, not particularly anyway, unless he’s really worked up, but he purrs and growls into you.

He forgets how much he likes it sometimes — the look on your face, the way your body writhes when he holds your hips down and makes you take orgasm after orgasm.

He’s not done though. Not yet.

Not until you’re whining to him about how it almost hurts, until you ask — no, beg so politely like you do for his cock.

Only then will he ease up on you and give you what you need.

Thanks for the request my dear. 🖤🖤