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scho17 · 2 months ago

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Ren Nohara

Ren and Kks doodles + me yapping ab this AU bc the brain rot has me in a chokehold

close ups so yall dont have to zoom in

I JUST REALIZED THIS WOULD MEAN THAT NARUTO IS TECHNICALLY ALSO THE HATAKE CLAN HEIR URAGHHHH

I NEED TO DRAW HIM WITH ALL THE NINKEN SO SO BADDDDDD

KAKASHI SHARING CLAN LORE BC HE HAS PACK TO CARRY ON HIS CLANS HISTORY AND TRADITIONS BC IT ISN'T JUST HIM ANYMORE SAVE ME SAVE ME

Hatake 'the line ends with me' Kakashi BUT NOT ANYMORE BABY HELL YEAH!! having a spouse and child will do that to you

Now does he really gaf ab tradition? Honestly, probably not but the idea of him not being alone in terms of family/clan is what he deserves (along with a lot of therapy).

HE MAY STILL BE MENTALLY ILL BUT NOT AS BADLY AS THE FIRST TIME AROUND 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Also, the consequences of Naruto having two parents who are both some of the most elite shinobi in Konoha is probably one of the best 'fuck off' deterrents he could have in terms of curbing harassment over his being the nine-tails container.

ALSO ALSO, "I'm gonna be Hokage!" oh and he's wearing those little blue goggles and carrying around the weight of a dead boy's dream without really knowing just how heavy that burden is but still carrying it all the same in the way only optimistic children can. Oh bitch I'm throwing up everywhere. Like yes he's going to bring peace to the shinobi world but he is also giving both his dad's the worst type of heart ache. Seeing doubles because he's so much like Obito but blonde and four times as stubborn.

kkrn trying so hard not to see ghosts in their kid but he's literally a mash up of Minato, Kushina, and Obito. Minato's kindness, Kushina's vitality, and Obito's pure will to be good.

Not saying that ghosts are all they see cause it's very much not. Naruto is still Naruto but sometimes there's that outline of an old memory that just doesn't fade. A little like deja vu I guess. Kakashi and Ren are so glad it's peacetime because even the thought of dandelion blonde beneath a too-big boulder makes breathing that much harder.

I imagine he gets trained an insane amount because both Kakashi and Ren want him to be able to defend himself. Even while it's peacetime, they're shinobi, there's always a risk. So long as Naruto is on active duty he'll always be in danger. With both of his guardians growing up/serving in the third war when they were barely older than Naruto it's practically a given.

Not that I think Naruto would complain about being able to learn jutsu/shinobi skills. He'd probably be stoked about it until he has to spend like four hours straight throwing shuriken and reading survival guides about edible plants. He complains about it. Loudly. mb lil bro half of ninja training is literally just ingraining reflexes and learning the land.

mmm academy-era Naruto going to the memorial stone and ranting about his day to it in the way he's seen both Ren and Kakashi do in the past. That's so cute and sad like "and then Shikamaru slept the whole time but it was supposed to be a GROUP project! Can you believe that!" and Obito is in the bushes nodding his head along like the good uncle he is. (He literally tried to murder Naruto when he was less than an hour old.)

Naruto just talks and talks and talks. About everything and nothing and its probably like the least depressing one-sided conversation Obito has ever heard in front of his grave (looking at you Kakashi, Ren).

I imagine that Naruto kind've treats the stone/Obito's memory fondly. Both Ren and Kakashi talk about him in warm tones and with growing up hearing stories of him it's hard not to feel like he knows him. He's not there, obviously, but if Naruto closes his eyes and imagines that scowling boy in his parent's team photo while he talks it almost feels real. (Honey, you've got a big storm coming.)

To their family, Obito is forever thirteen. He's passionate and has a short fuse. He loves sweets and has eyes and hair darker than the night, he's a sucker for a sob story and helps old ladies with their groceries. Naruto finds it hard not to see a friend in a ghost he's never met.

AA and then post Uchiha Massacre, Naruto just stares at the stone and wonders that if Obito were still here would he be gone too? Man I need to see what's going on in Obito's head during that.

On an unrelated note i wonder where the fuck Jiraiya is in all this. Bro is just out and about doing fuck all as two fourteen year olds take care of his godson and he's running from responsibility😭 i bet he sends guilt money. Ren literally doesn't give a single shit because even if Jiraiya did try for custody he would literally be getting his hands chopped off. No way in hell is Ren letting a pervert like that raise a kid that's a recipe for disaster. The money is nice but Ren could not give less of a fuck ab that mans guilt. Like "oh, you feel bad for not owning up to your God Father title that Minato, my late sensei, entrusted to you? Good."

I need to see Ren and Genma + Anko and Kurenai friendship. They would be a horrible terrible no good amazing friend group. Terrifying when together. Four horsemen of the apocalypse when they have an idea and put their mind to it.

Anyway, what are our opinions on ANBU Ren and Ren meeting 'Sukea' bc that all i've been able to think ab today. Okay, I'm done yapping thanks for listening.

#ren nohara #kakarin #kkrn #obrn #kakashi hatake #obito uchiha #rin nohara #team 7 #naruto #obkkrn endgame bc i need to see them all happy and in love like they deserve

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bellewintersroe · 5 months ago

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Robert ‘Rosie Rosenthal’ x Reader 18+

Rosie is down badddddd for you, friends to lovers, making out, Rosie lovessss eating u out omg. Premature ejaculation? Rosie’s a respectful mf but gets down and dirty when the time is right aka in the lounge area of the Flak house. Smutty smut smut.

Friends, friends, that’s all you were. You both tried to remind yourself of that when you were, but it was pretty hard with the way you were looking at each other, the way your chest was heaving and falling, the way Rosie’s hand moved up the bare of your thigh. This is all Rosie had sinfully thought about for the past months he’d known you. At first, he tried to repress such thoughts, focusing on flying and flying only. But as you both grew closer and you became more irresistible he found your company addictive. It was only a matter of time before he-

“God, c’mere.” Rosie leant forwards, pulling you into him as your lips collided, moulding perfect against each other’s soft skin, each letting out a moan of relief at the sensation. You’d wanted Rosie badly, in fact you’d yearned for him, now, you were crawling onto his lap, aching to take things as far as Rosie was willing to go.

The noise that escaped Rosie’s throat was foreign to you, but it burned your desire deeper, igniting a fire within your core. His hands pressed to your skin, fingering at your hair, your scalp, your slip dress. It didn’t take long before the two of you were pulling the old, knitted navy jumper you wore, freeing you and exposing the satin dress you’d worn.

Rosie’s bottom lip dropped agape, scanning down your body, stunned at the sight of your body. He’d never seen you like this before, only in his deepest and darkest fantasy’s. Your breasts were full, nipples pert against the baby pink fabric that didn’t do alot to conceal you and your chest expanded with every shaky breath you’d inhale into your lungs.

“Rosie.” You hushed, voice airy and pleading to be touched. Between your legs you were beginning to crave the friction of his touch, your skin burned for his hands. Rosie was in complete awe, your fingers tightening against the curls on his head as he moved forwards, pressing firm yet loving kisses all over your newly exposed skin. He’d kiss every inch of you if he could, if he wasn’t so… impatient. The bulge in Rosie’s trousers grew quicker than he expected, the way your crotch would brush against him made his kisses become faster and faster, more rushed as he slipped off the strap of your slip with a breath of air fanning against your hot skin.

When his lips came in contact with your nipple, you dropped your head began with a strained moan, your whole body tingling as he divulged in your breasts. His tongue flickered against your sensitive bud, sucking and kissing like his life depended on it. Rosie had always been a boob man, now more so than ever…

After all those months of you bundled up in your nurses uniform, acting all innocent and sweet, Rosie was almost shocked to see you like this. That he would be if he wasn’t acting like a dog in heat, rolling his hips into your own. With every sweet hum and moan Rosie was spurred on further, gripping tighter at your skin, pulling you to lay down below him on the couch.

The lounge of the Flak house was empty beside the two of you. Neither of you considered the possibility of somebody interrupting, everybody was sound asleep whilst the two of you sought for each other’s company. Rosie was grateful he found you down here.

His mouth lowered, pulling at your dress and licking over your hot skin. You were writhing below him, grasping onto his hair, his shoulders, breathing becoming faster as he left kisses closer to your pussy. Rosie had only done this a handful of times, and not with more than two women, but god, he wanted to taste you, he wanted to make you feel good. He was a gentleman. At least if he was going to divulge in you he wanted the pleasure to be on your behalf and not selfishly take that from you.

You were breathing fast, panting out loud and Rosie could feel the tightness of your fingers against his top, spurring him on further. He worried about mistaking your eagerness for nerves, glancing up to meet your eye when he hooked his fingers around your panties.

“Are you sure?” He questioned, feeling nervous yourself. You smiled, nodding with a breath and allowing him to free you completely of your underwear. Propping yourself up, you watched as he discarded your underwear onto the floor beside you, gazing to him in a momentary shock that Rosie was about to go down on you. Both of you were a little confused as to how this had happened so fast, staring back to the person they once called a friend.

Rosie glanced down to your pussy, so inviting, already wet from the intensity of the moment. He attached his lips to you, spreading your legs a little wider so he could comfortably settle, thighs resting on his strong forearms. From the moment his lips touched your heat you were a gonner. Your head dropped back once again to the pillow with a moan that dizzied the man between your legs.

You tasted so good. Rosie wanted to tell you, but despite being between your legs he somehow felt rather nervous to admit it. Instead he groaned, licking up your wetness, over your clit, clearly enjoying himself as he ground himself into the sofa below. Rosie knew immediately he was getting carried away, lost within every sound you made. You reached down, entwining both your fingers with his, meeting his blue eyes once again. You’d never pinned Rosie to be like… this. So skilled and borderline sinful. It was a more than welcomed surprise, but you felt comfortable, trusting the man considering how gentle he was with every single one of his movements.

Rosie thought he could happily be down there for hours, lapping up at your cunt as he pressed his tongue flat to your clit, earning several more high pitched moans to leave your lips. Your whole body was relaxed, melted like putty in the pilots hands. The hair that littered his upper lip was brushing against your pussy lips, but you didn’t care, the burn of it felt good.

“Oh, Rosie, that feels so good.” You sighed, your hand leaving his to snatch onto the pillow behind you. Rosie glanced up to you, humming to indicate he’d listened as he continued the action, feeling your hips becoming more and more tense as they arose from the plush of the sofa below.

Your gentle moans and breaths had slowly become ragged, you struggled to hold them back and you were practically riding Rosenthal’s face. Rosie pushed his hips harder into the couch, eyes scrunching as he let out an inwards moan, lowering his mouth to push his tongue towards your entrance before licking back up to your sensitive bud, just the way you liked.

With his free hand he pushed your leg further up to spread on the side of the couch, completely open for him now as he jumped at the pillow below. Fuck, he thought. This was too good. He wanted to stop himself, reserve his pleasure for a different time, but the way you whined and choked out for him, pleading his name was something Rosie couldn’t control how he felt about.

Your eyes snapped open, staring at the roof above as a familiar heat washed through you, one you hadn’t feel for a long time. You gasped, hand snatching into his hair, gripping him closer to your pussy.

“Oh god, oh my god, don’t stop. Rosie- I- fuck! Oh I’m gonna cum.” Hearing the words even fall from your lips had him panting and groaning, he’d never so much as heard you swear before, let alone hear you like this. Every muscle in your body began tensing, your legs were quivering and you were moaning out loud, cursing out strings of incoherent words and repeating his name like a mantra.

With every angelic cry of his name, Rosie felt his cock beginning to twitch more and more. He’d pulled his hips back abruptly, but it was too late and a coil he didn’t even realise had formed completely snapped and he came with a manly groan, eyes fluttering shut as his lips remained sealed around your clit.

“Oh I’m cumming!” You squealed, your climax following within seconds as the throbs of your ecstasy rattled through your body. Rosie continued to pleasure you, tasting your juices as he panted and groaned against your core, feeling his pants grow wet from where he’d finished.

Your body relaxed and you rested back against with a satisfied moan, fingers caressing through his curls in amazement. Hearing your breaths slow and feeling your legs slowly lax, Rosie kissed at your thighs, pushing himself up slightly so he was rested above you. He was pink in the cheeks, panting with a dazed out expression on his face.

“Jesus you’re so good- what’s wrong?” You’d paused when you pushed your flimsy body up, eyes meeting his. “Nothin’, nothin’. That was so good.” He truthfully spoke, feeling a little embarrassed about how easily he’d busted, and in his trousers. It had been a really long time after all. You tugged the straps of your slip back over your arms, closing your legs and sitting up to be at his height.

Rosie smiled, watching you lean forwards and kiss his wet lips gently, tasting yourself for a moment. “You want me to?” You began, hand prepared to move down and into his trousers. “No, no I uh- I kinda already… finished.” He politely spoke, clearing his throat. “Oh.” You frowned in confusion, pulling your hands back again. “Oh!” Only after did it hit you what he’d ‘finished’.

“That’s okay.” You hushed, reaching out to kiss his cheek as you then noticed the slight wet patch in his trousers. “I like that.” You admitted.

“You like it?” Rosie’s brows furrowed. “Yeah, I like that you enjoyed yourself. I’ve never… finished from that before.” You then admitted, cheeks heating up as Rosie affectionately reached out to smooth your hair back down.

“That makes two of us…”

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