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crushmeeren · 2 months ago

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༝ ᭝ ༝ ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU — PART TWO ༝ ᭝ ༝

⤷ ⋆ ft. itachi uchiha ⋆

⋆ note ; here is part two! this part is centered around the first time reader has sex with itachi (it’s mediocre, but 100% consensual) — which you can totally skip, a fluffy moment or two between pregnant reader and itachi, some reader and sasuke friendship, plus itachi’s perspective and an important convo with shisui!

⋆ note x 2 ; as always, credit for this idea goes to @majesticflyingwalrus !

‣ ‣ ‣ master list | PART ONE | | PART THREE |

Is sex supposed to be this dull?

Surely not.

Within your clan’s compound you recall sex often being spoken highly of. Giggles and hushed whispers surrounding a forbidden pleasure chased after by so many of the young men and woman living there. Even the ones you’d considered close friends.

It seems your hopes had been aimed too high. Or perhaps that’s too pessimistic. Maybe sex will improve, this is, after all, only the first time you’ve given yourself to Itachi.

Little foreplay was involved as you stripped bare and laid down on the bed. A few brief kisses in the beginning, Itachi’s mouth tasting of the matcha tea he’d drank before. Lips pressed along the line of your throat once or twice, coaxing your lower belly to burn, but it hadn’t progressed much past that. Itachi stroked himself to full hardness before you could get your hand on his cock, assuring you he preferred to do it.

That stung.

In the present, cool cotton sheets bunch up in your curled fingers, thighs spread open wide by Itachi’s palms. The push and pull of his cock stretches your pussy better than your fingers ever could, prickles of pleasure gathering in your pelvis, tickling the base of your spine.

But the atmosphere holds an awkward edge to it. Besides the occasional flickers of heat, the tension is all consuming.

Itachi downright refuses to look you in the eyes. Each time you lift your chin to peak at his face his gaze darts to the side, biting the tip of his tongue in what appears to be concentration. Or discomfort.

It’s hard to read your husband.

There’s no sweet words directed your way. No real passion in the way Itachi moves, thrusts remaining at a steady pace the entire time, somewhat robotic.

You give up trying to catch his eye, redirecting your attention to his stomach. The lean muscles flex and roll under the strain of his hips. It’s surprising how erotic the view is, catching you off guard, and hot desire forces your pussy to clench tight around Itachi. His breath hitches and a low moan spills out. You look up in time to watch his mouth part and a pink tongue dart out to lick across his upper lip.

“Itachi,” you breathe, his pleasure spurring on your own. You lock eyes and his lids are halfway shut, brows pinching together.

His pace slows. “Is everything alright? Have I hurt you?” His voice is rougher than usual.

“No.” You shake your head. “I just..” you trail off, unsure whether to spill your guts about how hot he sounded a moment ago. You opt to keep silent, refusing to make him uncomfortable with your desire. With the tension he’s been carrying since the start, it’s obvious he wants this to be over with as quick as possible. “It’s nothing, keep going.”

He doesn’t thrust any faster, considering your words. “Are you being honest with me?”

The question surprises you. “I’m being honest. Please Itachi, I don’t want you to stop.”

Itachi continues to see straight through you, like you’re made of glass.

“Okay,” he relents, tone conveying how little he believes you. “I’ll be swift, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable any longer.” It feels like an apology as one of his hands comes up to cradle the side of your face. You push into the touch, eager for a shred of his affection.

His palm is warm, and the lump in your throat is difficult to swallow, eyes squeezed shut in the face of his words. You’re the furthest thing from uncomfortable. You’re happy to get the chance to connect with him so intimately. His dick is incredible, and you wish he’d explore more with you to find what made you both dizzy with lust.

But he doesn’t want that.

Itachi is a gentleman through and through. After it’s over, he stays behind to help you relax. He brings back a warm wash cloth and draws you a bath, aware that you’d be sore after having sex for the first time. He guides you by the hand, allowing you to use him as leverage to step into the bath and sink into the water.

“I put some of my salts in the bath. It helps with soreness,” he explains, fingers untangling from yours as you find a comfortable position and sigh in relief.

You stare up at him, a grateful smile on your face. “Thank you, Itachi.” You chew on your bottom lip, heart skipping a beat as you consider your next question. “Would you care to join me?”

Itachi’s answering smile is so sweet it’s unfair, eyes soft and longing. “Perhaps another time, I’ve got some business to attend to.”

You choose to focus on the water, fingertips breaking the surface and diving below. You don’t want him to see your disappointment. “I understand. Another time, then.”

Itachi lingers but you refuse to look at him. His apologetic demeanor will just make it worse. He leaves things unsaid between you, and the pit in your stomach threatens to weigh you down until you’re dragged below the surface.

Things…change after you find out you’re pregnant. Not for worse, for the better, and it surprises the hell out of you. Itachi, who you assumed would keep his lukewarm attitude, becomes more intertwined in your life. Carrying out small gestures to show he cares and pays attention to your needs.

During the second trimester is when the worst of your cravings hit.

The little Uchiha baby in your belly is now the size of an avocado, the obvious bump making it known you’re carrying Itachi’s heir. She’s growing bigger by the day and you’re sure it’s her fault your sweet tooth is aching, begging for sugary treats.

Well, to be fair, you’re unable to prove she’s a she at this point, as Itachi has pointed out several times, but intuition promises otherwise.

Either way, full fledged dreams of warm, chewy chocolate chip cookies have plagued you all week. It’s driving you up the wall, and today not a single thing will get in the way of baking the perfect batch.

You’d ruined them the previous couple times, flour scattered all over the counters as if a tornado swept through. First, it was the wrong type of butter, then you set the timer wrong and they were a bit overbaked. Simple mistakes, but they change the entire outcome of the cookie. Itachi found you after the second time standing at the island, tears falling all over the ruined sweets.

Third times the charm, though.

The sound of soft slippers meeting hard wood fills the otherwise empty hallway, your palm lifting to rest at the top of your belly. Your hand follows the curve of it, ending at the underside as you journey slowly towards the kitchen.

Rounding the last corner, stepping into the kitchen with intention, you halt mid step when you notice you’re not alone. The outline of Itachi’s back greets you, long hair tied into a braid, flowing like a waterfall down to his waist. He’s standing at the counter fiddling with something you’re unable to see.

“So, you’ve escaped clan business for the afternoon?”

“Oh!” Itachi startles, jumping about a foot in the air. He whips around to face you, a mixing bowl cradled tight to his chest with one arm. “Goodness, you scared me!” Itachi places his free hand over his chest, settling his racing heart. “Yes, I’ve managed to excuse myself for the rest of the day,” he answers, glaring half heartedly.

You take a few steps closer, lips lifting in amusement. “That’s great, but what brings you to the kitchen?” You nod towards the mixing bowl in question. “It’s not often I find you here.”

His eyes flicker between you and the bowl. “I thought I’d attempt to bake cookies,” he explains, somewhat sheepish. “For you.”

Your eyebrows raise, cheeks heating up. “For me?”

Itachi nods, shifting to set the mixing bowl on the counter. “For you. For our baby,” he confirms. His expression is warm and words stick to the inside of your throat. “After the last time I’m convinced you’re in desperate need of my help.”

You ignore the insult to your baking skills, becoming a whirlwind of emotions as your eyes sting with oncoming tears. “Itachi!” You cry, surging forward to wind your arms around his waist, baby bump keeping you from fully connecting. “That’s so sweet!”

Your husband chuckles and hugs you in return, rubbing your upper back as he does. “I’m happy to do this for you. You’re growing our baby, you deserve to be waited on hand and foot.”

Itachi’s words continue to be confusing. They’re so sincere, so meaningful, and sometimes you convince yourself they’re could be more than friendship in your marriage. The threat of rejection, however, of crumbling your new life, squeezes your heart, and you stay silent instead of asking for more.

A moment passes before Itachi unravels from the hug, holding your shoulders and pushing you backwards, promising this time the cookies will be perfect.

And they are.

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Fall has arrived in full force. With it comes gloomy skies, shorter days, and a sharp chill that bites at your cheeks and fingertips. Your hesitation to go on daily walks grows more powerful by the hour. Being six months pregnant takes it’s toll on your lower back and feet. The cold makes it a hundred times worse.

Sasuke’s been too busy to join you as of late. Itachi may be head of the clan but Sasuke is still saddled with his fair share of duties. So you’ve been going alone. The scenery is still beautiful, leaves coloring to burnt oranges and rustic reds — it’s just much more boring without your friend’s occasional commentary and snide remarks. Or the gossip he fills you in on.

Dusk is approaching within the next hour or so, and you’ve resigned yourself to the fact it’s better overall for your health and the baby’s if you don’t skip out on walking.

One more layer should suffice to fight off the chill, so you slip on an extra long sleeve underneath, finishing the outfit by zipping up a thick fluffy coat and adjusting a scarf around your neck.

The door slides shut behind you, feet guiding you in the direction of the well worn path you wander each day. Shivering, you stuff your hands in your pockets, taking only a handful of steps before a familiar voice calls out your name. Your head perks up, twisting left to see Itachi striding your way. His hair is windswept, a few strands whipping in front of his face, cheeks rosy from the cold.

He looks oh so handsome.

“Where are you off to?” Itachi asks when he gets close. The sweet smile he wears gives you the sensation that the clouds have parted and warm sun now shines on your face.

“I was just about to go for my walk.”

He hums, unable to hide the slight bitterness to his tone when he asks, “Without Sasuke?”

You laugh, amused, and nod. “Yes, he’s quite busy today.”

“I see.” He pauses. “Well, would you be opposed if I accompanied you and our baby girl instead? I am not fond of the idea of you two going alone,” he says, serious and steady.

“We’d love for you to join us.” It’s a conscious effort to speak through the butterflies in your belly. You turn and begin walking once more, Itachi falling in step beside you. “Besides, I believe Mio has missed you today, she settled down as soon as she heard your voice.”

“Just Mio? Nobody else?” Itachi teases, arm swaying with his footsteps, hand bumping against yours. Your heart thumps in your throat.

Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you will your cheeks not to flush. “Maybe I have too,” you say softly, the koi pond you and Sasuke visit often coming into view.

“I’ve missed you both,” he admits. Itachi’s hand keeps touching yours, and the urge to lace your fingers together is so strong it aches.

So you change the subject. “Do you mind if we sit for a moment? My back is starting to hurt.” You gesture towards the bench near the pond, altering your pathway.

“Of course. Do we need to return home? Are you able to continue walking?” Itachi arrives at the bench first, rounding it and waiting to offer you an arm to sit you down with ease.

“No, no I’m alright, Itachi,” you reassure, leaning back with a sigh. “I appreciate your concern. She just seems to grow bigger by the day and continuously play kickball against my ribs.”

Itachi laughs, sitting down beside you. He leaves enough space between you to be courteous. You wish he’d get closer, help you fight off the chilly wind.

There’s idle chatter detailing your days, Itachi asking what he needs to do next to help get Mio’s room ready. You get caught up on boring clan business. Spending any sort of quality time with Itachi, listening to the smooth, low cadence of his voice, drains the tension from your shoulders and fills you with light.

Too soon you rise from the bench to finish your walk, the sunset bleeding into the sky.

The silence on the way home is comforting. You’re able to enjoy Itachi’s presence next to you with no interruptions. His hand, as if it never ceased, continues its pattern of knocking into yours. As you’re about to shove your hand in your pocket to stop the torture he breaks the quiet.

“I do not wish to make you uncomfortable, but I cannot stop myself from wanting to hold your hand. Is that alright?”

When you look at him he’s already staring, undivided attention settled entirely on you, and it sends a shock down your spine. “I — yes. You don’t have to ask, I’d never be uncomfortable with that.”

Itachi hits you with another warm grin and your insides melt under the pressure. Slender fingers lace through yours, gently squeezing, and you wonder if Itachi notices the heavy beat of your heart through your fingers.

Conversation flows between you once more on the way home, and it’s not until later that evening you realize holding Itachi’s hand had chased off the bitter chill of the wind. You hadn’t felt cold at all.

“Your brother drives me crazy.”

You sit down next to Sasuke with a huff, couch creaking as Mio squirms in your arms. She reaches her tiny, chubby arms out for her uncle the moment she sees him, cooing in delight.

Sasuke snorts, sparing you a glance as he accepts the seven month old baby with ease. “My brother drives me crazy.” The smile on his face is genuine, eyes soft and happy as he says something unintelligible to his niece. “What did the princess do this time?” He doesn’t look at you while he speaks, distracted by Mio smacking his cheek.

For a moment all you can do is rub your eyes with the heels of your palms and sigh. You lower them to your lap, scanning the living room and all the baby toys scattered about, just begging to be tripped on.

You shift your gaze back to the adorable sight of your daughter and Sasuke. “Does Itachi love me?”

“Yes,” Sauske answers, tone suggesting you’re an idiot for thinking otherwise.

You frown and shove his shoulder. “Don’t say it like I’m stupid. I know Itachi loves me, but I’m asking if he’s in love with me.”

Sasuke’s shoulders tense up, eyeing you from his peripheral. “Are you in love with him?” He fires back. Mio leans forward and rests her face in the crook of his neck, chunky little fingers fisting his shirt as her eyes start to slip shut. She missed her afternoon nap.

“Sasuke!” You throw your hands up in the air. “You already know I am! Why won’t you just tell me the truth?”

“How should I know? I’m not Itachi’s keeper.”

“You’re his little brother.”

“Way to point out the fuckin’ obvious.”

You let out a frustrated noise and relent trying to squeeze the answer from him. He does this every time. Instead, you rest your temple on his shoulder, head heavy with sudden fatigue. Mio sleeps soundly on Sasuke’s chest.

“Whatever, don’t tell me.”

Sasuke sighs as if this the most irritating conversation he’s ever had the misfortune of being apart of. “Why don’t you ask him?”

“I can’t just ask him,” you whine. “It’s so difficult to read him. His actions confuse me. Sometimes I swear he feels the same. Other times it’s as if we’ll never go further than friends, cursed to live as roommates.”

“Wow, you can’t read the queen of neutrality’s thoughts? I’m shocked. Truly.” Sasuke’s rolling his eyes, you’re sure of it.

“Remind me why we’re friends?”

A soft knock on the frame of the living room draws your attention, cutting off any snarky answer Sasuke could have replied with.

“Am I interrupting something?” Itachi asks, raising an eyebrow when you meet his sour gaze. He crosses his arms over his chest.

You lift your head off Sasuke’s shoulder with a yawn, shaking your head. “No,” you answer, pulling a leg up underneath you. “Sasuke’s being a dick, and Mio’s napping on said jerk’s chest because she missed her’s earlier.”

Itachi’s features smooth out, a hint of a teasing smile on his lips. “So everything is as usual then?”

“Hey!” Sasuke protests, loudly, and Mio stirs in his arms.

“Sasuke,” Itachi scolds, shooting him a stern look that he’s only putting on to get a rise out of his little brother. “Don’t wake my daughter, please.”

You join Itachi in picking on Sasuke. “Yeah Sasuke, quit being so loud. Haven’t you ever heard of an inside voice? You may be Mio’s favorite uncle now but you won’t be if you wake her up from her nap.”

Sasuke grinds his teeth together. He supports Mio’s bottom with one arm, hugs her tight to his chest with the other, and stands up. “Fuck off, I’m her only uncle. I’m taking your daughter and never coming back,” he threatens, striding forward and glaring at his brother as he passes him by.

You and Itachi share a grin. “Bring her back before her bedtime please!” Itachi calls out over his shoulder, the front door slamming shut after Sasuke. His pathetic threat is just an excuse to take Mio on a walk and show her the flowers once she wakes up, visit his Mother, and then return her before bedtime. It’s become a pattern.

Itachi steps closer and offers you a hand. You accept, letting him pull you to your feet. “Now that the little demon is occupied, interested in making dinner with me?” You start heading to the kitchen.

Itachi trails behind you. “Sasuke or Mio? They both share a demonic energy.”

You laugh, smiling at him over your shoulder. “I can’t argue with that. Although, I think Mio gets it from him.”

“I’m afraid you’re right.”

Itachi ends up cooking something while you watch. He told you he had a new recipe he wanted to try out and he looked so excited you couldn’t refuse.

Sasuke returns Mio, a little bundle of energy, back to you about an hour later.

Your husband joins you in giving her a bath and reading to her until she’s down for the night. Then the two of you linger in her doorway, your least favorite part of the evening upon you. The part that’s just past awkward as you trade goodnight’s with Itachi and retreat to separate bedrooms.

One day, you hope, Itachi will join you in your bed instead of leaving you to sleep alone.

It’s late in the afternoon on Mio’s first birthday when Shisui finds Itachi sulking.

The party is long over, sun shining bright in a blue, cloudless sky, and Itachi sits on the edge of his porch, feet tucked underneath himself. He watches his baby girl play with you and his little brother in the yard, careless and free. Mio squeals with laughter when a butterfly touches her hand, filling Itachi’s chest with affection.

Itachi notices Sasuke say something to you, making your head tilt back with a laugh. He’s out of earshot, unaware of what’s been said, but it brings a well known jealousy to the forefront. It’s become an old friend at this point.

Someone sits down beside Itachi with enough force that the wooden porch protests under them, a hand landing on his shoulder. Itachi holds in an exasperated sigh. He knows it’s Shisui without even looking.

“What’s with the kicked puppy expression? It’s unlike you to pout,” Shisui says, kicking his feet where they hang over the edge.

Itachi frowns and shakes Shisui’s hand from his shoulder. “That is not what I’m doing.”

“Okaayy,” he drags out the word. “So you’re jealous then, gotcha.” Shisui nods to himself.

Itachi’s eyebrow twitches. “Jealous of Sasuke? Why would I be jealous of my own little brother?”

Shisui snickers. “I didn’t even say his name, Itachi! And if you’re not, why are you staring at him with enough force to burn a hole into the side of his head?”

Itachi has no leg to stand on, caught red handed. “That’s, I’m not — I am not jealous of Sasuke, Shisui.”

“You’re lying Itachi. I know you too well, cousin,” Shisui teases, leaning in close to poke him in the cheek.

Itachi ignores the other man, staring without blinking as you stand up straight, Mio supported on your hip. You smile sweetly at him once he catches your gaze and his belly does flips. You whisper in your daughter’s ear and point at him. Mio grins, face lighting up, and reaches out for her daddy, oblivious to how far away he’s actually sitting.

Itachi’s breath catches, seeing the sun surround you with a warm glow, and he feels as though he’s never seen colors so vibrant and vivid before in his life. You hold the beauty of an Angel, and he’s so so lucky you’re his wife. The Mother of his child.

It doesn’t hit Itachi all at once. No, falling in love with you has crept up on Itachi over the past few years. Burrowing deep in his heart and growing like a well watered plant.

“Shisui,” he says softly, waiting for the other man to reply with a hum. “I’m in love with her.”

Shisui almost falls off the porch in shock. He knew Itachi was in love, he just never believed he’d confess to it out loud. “You haven’t been hiding that secret very well, cousin.” He bumps his shoulder playfully against Itachi’s. “What are you going to do about it?”

“What if it’s not reciprocated?”

Shisui’s laughter bursts from him. He holds his stomach and curls in half, creating such a spectacle that you and Sasuke look to them with concern. Itachi’s cheeks are surely flushed from embarrassment. He lifts one hand in a lame attempt to wave as Shisui sobers up.

You wave back, setting Mio in the ground. Sasuke holds one of her hands and you take the other, helping her walk across the grass to the porch. Itachi’s heart rate picks up, praying that Shisui doesn’t slip up and give him away.

As soon as you’re within reach Itachi slides off the porch and crouches down, arms open wide to accept Mio. She wiggles her hands free and reaches forward, closing the last tiny bit of distance with wobbly steps before falling into his chest. Itachi scoops her up with ease, rising to his full height.

“Hello my little cherry blossom,” he coos, resting his forehead on hers. She giggles and places her hands on his cheeks, squishy them together before she presses a kiss to his chin. Then Mio wraps her arms around his neck and pillows her cheek on his shoulder.

He loves her so much he could cry.

“She’s tired,” you comment, sending him warm smile. You place a hand on Itachi’s bicep and squeeze. “It’s been a long afternoon, I’m sure she’d benefit from a nap.”

“I could use a nap, I ate way too many sweets!” Shisui says, joining the small circle the four of you have formed.

“Like that’s a surprise,” Sasuke mumbles.

Shisui pouts. “Rude! Sasuke, you’re the one —,”

“Before this escalates further, I’m going to put Mio down for a nap,” Itachi cuts him off.

You crowd in close and kiss Mio on the forehead. “That’s a good idea, thank you. Sasuke is going to help me put away leftover food.” You grin at Itachi with mischief in your eye, grabbing Sasuke’s arm to tug him towards the sliding door, ignoring his complaints. Itachi laughs and watches with fondness as the two of you disappear inside.

“Don’t be so ignorant, Itachi.”

Itachi whips his head towards Shisui, eyebrows raised to his hairline. “Pardon me?”

Shisui rolls his eyes, tries to hold back a smile, but fails, and pats Itachi on the back. “I said, don’t be so ignorant. She loves you too, you’d be blind not to see it. You’ve been waiting all this time, struggling to come to terms with your feelings. Don’t you realize she’s been waiting just as long? Suffering just as long while you get your shit together?”

“I suppose the thought didn’t occur to me,” he answers lamely, shifting his weight and readjusting his grip on a sleeping one year old.

“Itachi I love you, but you’re so dense sometimes. Tell her the truth. You can spend the rest of your life making up for it.”

Itachi is unsure of what to say after that, leaving Shisui in the yard to retreat inside and put Mio down for her nap. Shisui’s right, and Itachi is overwhelmed with the urge to….to do something.

You‘ll be sharing a bed soon enough, he promises himself that.

what do we think?? part three will be the conclusion, so hope you all are excited as i am!

little taglist for all my peeps who commented on part one! if i did not tag you it’s because i could not verify that you were over 18 and this part has some 18+ stuff in it.

regardless, i want to thank everyone so much for your love and comments! (ˆ ̳ , ̫ , ̳ˆ)

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belit0 · 1 month ago

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You can write to the uchiha: Madara, Izuna, Obito, Shisui, Itachi and Sasuke, who are finishing their daily training. When their Uzumaki partner approaches, you whisper in their ear, «Would you undress?» or «I undressed».

For Madara and Izuna’s part, I used a Senju (Y/N), as it’s only fitting.

Madara

The scent of sweat and steel still clings to the air when she approaches. The weight of battle lingers on his muscles, the residual burn of exertion rolling through his limbs like slow-building heat. But it’s nothing compared to the slow, deliberate press of her body against his side, the phantom brush of lips that never quite touch.

-Would you undress? Or should I?

A quiet stillness settles between them. The kind that cracks before something inevitable.

Madara doesn’t answer right away. He turns his head slightly, breath steady, unreadable as he lets the words curl around him, settle into his bones. And then—slowly, methodically—his fingers find the edge of his own armor, pressing against the lacquered plates as if weighing his next move.

Then he exhales, slow and deep. In one swift, precise movement, he sheds the thin layer of clothing covering his torso, revealing marks, scars—stories of battle, victories, and defeats. A body sculpted by war and darkness, yet crafted by the most lustful of gods. His form is all taut muscle, power that hums beneath the surface of his flesh like an unrelenting storm. His gaze slides toward her, a deliberate, measured thing.

-Impatient as always,- he murmurs, voice like the distant rumble of thunder. His fingers trail to the hem of his pants but stop just before pulling them down. Instead, he steps forward, pressing into her space, a presence too heavy, too consuming to ignore. -If you want something from me, Senju,- the word drips with something darker, richer, -then take it.-

The unspoken dare lingers between them. He doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t move to close the last sliver of distance. But the promise hums in his stance, in the sharpness of his breath, in the slow, deliberate way his fingers flex at his sides.

Izuna

Izuna is still catching his breath when he senses her coming, sweat slicking his skin, the adrenaline of training still humming beneath his veins. His hair sticks to his forehead, his pulse thrums—wild, unrestrained, and then—then comes close, close enough that he can taste the ghost of her breath against his lips.

-Would you undress? Or should I?

For a moment, there is nothing.

Then, laughter. Loud, rich, utterly Izuna. It shakes his chest, spills from his lips in a way that makes it impossible to tell if it’s from amusement or the sheer absurdity of the situation.

-You— his voice is thick with mirth, with something else, something uncontained, —are an absolute menace, you know that?-

In a precise sequence, it is (Y/N) who finds herself in the air, her thighs wrapped around Izuna’s hips, held up by two strong arms that offer no compromise. Always training shirtless—a habit from another time in his life—Izuna glances down at his own chest before lifting his gaze back to her. His grin twists into something sharper, something that flickers with the remnants of battle-lust still singing through his blood.

-You really think I’d make it that easy, huh?- he muses, eyes dark, calculating. -Either way, I’m not the one wearing much. How about we get rid of this?- he purrs, playing with the hem of (Y/N)'s shirt, holding her up with a single arm as if she weighed nothing at all.

His lips hover at her chest, the warmth of his breath a cruel, taunting thing. -Should I strip you completely? Right here, in the middle of the training grounds? Let everyone see who owns you?-

The challenge hangs heavy in the space between them. There is no softness in Izuna, no measured patience—just heat, just recklessness, just that insatiable, untamed thing in his chest that has never known how to yield.

Obito

Obito is mid-drink, a flask of water tipped to his lips, when she says it.

He chokes. Water spills down his chin, his chest, and he coughs so hard he nearly drops the flask entirely. His face—already flushed from exertion—goes scarlet.

-W-WHAT!?- His voice cracks, mortified, horrified, struggling to process.

His gaze darts around, checking if anyone heard, if anyone else was within earshot of this insanity. He presses a hand to his face, groaning into his palm.

-(Y/N)!- he hisses. -You—You can't just say things like that! I'm—I'm not—

But she tilts her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. -So?- she prompts, unbothered, watching as he drowns in his own embarrassment.

Obito swallows, his mind short-circuiting between Oh my god, she's serious and Oh my god, what do I do?

...I—uh— Taking her hand with a resolve uncharacteristic of Obito, a void of oblivion opens in the middle of the training grounds, guiding (Y/N) into that cold nest of love.

The decision has been made.

Shisui

Shisui doesn’t freeze. He doesn’t jolt.

No, he grins.

One brow arches, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he turns his head slightly to meet her gaze.

-Ah, my love, my cruel, dangerous love,- he drawls, voice dripping with teasing delight. -You say something like that after I've been training all day? Are you trying to kill me?-

In a single moment, (Y/N)’s world flips upside down, and the only thing in her field of vision is that maddeningly beautiful face—the only one capable of driving her insane in more ways than one. Her thighs are spread by Shisui’s waist, and the pressure between her legs becomes far too obvious. -Darling, if you really want to play this game— his fingers skim her waist, featherlight, his breath fanning against her cheek, —I promise you, I never lose.-

A pause. Then, danger. -So, tell me… should I take my time, or should I make it quick?-

Itachi

The moment she speaks, Itachi is nowhere to be seen.

One breath, and he is standing before her—another, and the space where he had been is empty, only the rustling of leaves in the evening air betraying movement. The fading light catches the gleam of his sweat-slicked skin, the faint rise and fall of his chest from training, but no words come from his lips. Not yet.

A whisper of presence—then warmth.

A shift in the air behind her.

Before she can react, something firm ghosts over her wrist, light as a stray wind. His fingers. Then his palm, firm against the curve of her waist, pressing just enough for her to feel the claim in it. Not forceful. Not desperate. Just… decisive.

He does not ask for permission. He acts.

His breath is a hush against the shell of her ear, and though she cannot see him, she feels him, impossibly close. The brush of his damp hair as it slides over her shoulder. The quiet inhale as his lips hover a whisper’s width away from her pulse. The slow, deliberate pause—like he is considering, weighing something in his mind.

Then, finally, he answers.

Not with words.

But with touch.

His fingers curl, feather-light yet unyielding, guiding her hand until it brushes the frayed edge of his training robe. A silent command. An invitation. A test, perhaps.

His voice is a murmur, low and edged with something unreadable. -Decide.-

Sasuke

Sasuke stills entirely.

His body, tense from training, goes rigid. His fingers tighten just slightly around the hilt of his katana, his breath sharp, his heart hammering once, hard.

Then, very slowly, he turns his head.

His gaze meets hers—piercing, dark, unreadable. There’s no immediate outburst, no instant reaction. Just the weight of his stare, calculating, analyzing, processing.

...Tch.- His scoff is soft, but there’s a flicker of heat at the tips of his ears.

He looks away, rolling his shoulders, setting his sword down with deliberate precision. -You're getting too bold,- he mutters, though there’s no real scolding in his tone—just something else, something darker, something brewing beneath the surface.

Then, in one fluid motion, he lets go of all weapons in his body, letting them drop to the ground with a quiet thud.

His fingers find the edges of his shirt. His lips curve, just barely.

-Hmph. You started this,- he mutters. -I hope you’re ready to see it through.-

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animeyanderelover · 11 months ago

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Hello🎀Can I request Tobirama,Madara,Itachi,Shisui,Sasuke,Pein,kakashi and Obito with a darling that tries to escape often?Thank you 🧸

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, clinginess, paranoia, gaslighting, controlling behavior, mind break, violence, punishment, isolation, abduction, death

Tags: @shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan

Darling tries to escape often

Madara Uchiha

🌑Whilst Madara could easily put a stop to those futile and silly antics of yours, he decides to entertain them instead. Much to the dismay of the elder of his clan who can only view your impudent behavior with discomposure as the spouse of Madara Uchiha should know to behave better. If other clans would find out how little respect you show your own husband, they would surely laugh at the lack of discipline Madara gives you yet he is aware that only a very brave or stupid soul would dare to say such words within his earshot. When the eldest of the Uchiha clan confront him about his lax behavior and question him desperately why he encourages those outrageous shenanigans of yours, he reveals laconically that you'll never be able to run away, no matter how hard you may try. He could easily crush your silly attempts to escape him but that would be so awfully boring. Isn't it much more entertaining to let you run around to entertain your little hope of freedom only to stop you within the last second. His confidence to never prevent your attempts is ultimately just a flex of the power he holds. He assures the elder though that if you were to ever step out of line, he will see it through to correct your attitude.

Tobirama Senju

🌊Tobirama finds himself quickly reaching the end of his patience due to your troublesome defiance. Yes, he understands your frustration and he knows that the abduction isn't something pleasant yet he expected more from you. How long do you intend to keep this childish attitude up? Your behavior is unfitting for someone he plans to marry. The frustration grows whenever he receives a new report from the Anbu that they had to stop you from escaping once again, visibly dragging his mood down for the rest of the day. If you refuse to behave, he will treat you accordingly as more and more restrictions are placed on you until you are forbidden to leave the building he keeps you in. You ridicule and embarrass him with your exhausting antics to the point where he doesn't want to introduce you to his own clan. You don't listen nor do you want to settle for any compromises. One day he eventually just snaps when he receives another report of the Anbu with the most reckless attempt you have ever done to escape. As soon as he returns to the Senju compound, he berates you harshly. Yet it isn't until he threatens you that your family will bear the consequences that you truly listen in horror to him.

Pain

🌧️Pain is unforgiving against anyone who stands in the way of his goal, merciless against anyone who goes against him. Nagato's clear paranoia to lose you results in Pain desiring control and obedience from your side yet your stubborn behavior clashes with those demands on multiple levels. If you would have been anyone else, you would be dead. Whether that is something to feel relieved about or not is up to debate though. Even Konan who expresses more kindness and empathy for you can't save you at one point as you never give up in your attempts to flee from the tower you are held as a captive. She still tries to somehow convince Nagato to go easy on you yet a threat just snaps as you do it again and again. He has been going too easy on you. Otherwise you wouldn't attempt an escape as easily as you do. He will teach you what happens from now on so that you will consider the idea the next time much more carefully. From broken bones to psychological torture to eradicating the people you hold dear to your heart, there are many ways for Pain to force you into obedience. Whether you see him as a monster or not for what he is about to do, just remember that you are responsible for it.

Kakashi Hatake

📖Kakashi has neither the time nor the patience to deal with your reckless and unwanted stubbornness. You seem to enjoy giving him a constant headache, don't you? He didn't know that you wanted to have him play pretend with you by acting like an immature kid. If you insist on acting like a brat though, he will do you the favor and treat you like one. Whether he locks you up or has to use chains or ropes to constrict you, your fierce determination to remain a troublemaker remains. Kakashi is far too possessive and protective to let you ever leave him though and his ninken are constantly summoned to detect your smell and track you down. If he wouldn't be so busy as a Jonin and later on as a Hokage, perhaps Kakashi would show a tad bit more patience but time is a luxury he cannot always afford. He has to find more effective ways to force you in line, even if he knows that this will only alienate you further away from him. He gives you one last warning though before his patience completely crumbles, his Sharingan staring through your soul as he reminds you that there will be consequences if he catches you again. Would you prefer a broken leg or the vision of a genjutsu?

Obito Uchiha

🔥As much as Obito's delusional infatuation wants to reject the reality, a part of him is unable to deny that it is your fear of him that has led you to attempt to flee multiple times already only to be swiftly stopped by him. It breaks him mentally and spiritually to witness those fearful eyes looking at him yet he knows that it isn't your fault. It is the world and the people inhabiting it that have brainwashed you to believe that he is the bad guy you have to fear so even throughout his shattered insanity, he remains sickly sweet to you whenever he catches you and brings you back. The sweet kisses of comfort only make your chest tighter with growing panic though. Black Zetsu suggests that he should punish you for he is making a fool out of himself by being so lenient to you yet Obito warns him coldly to never mention such an outrageous idea again in his presence. He could never hurt you after all. Although perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to show you what might happen to you if you would run away from him. The genjutsu he puts you through from that day on tear your mind apart yet this is reality he is showing you so you can see the world and the people for what they truly are. Do you understand it now?

Shisui Uchiha

🍂Even if Shisui is the one who is quite tolerant and lenient under normal circumstances, his attitude changes after you have seen behind his facade. He has to be more careful with you from now on and your defiant behavior only makes the situation worse. He is regarded as a natural talent, works for the Anbu and has to serve the vilage. This means that it could take weeks for him to finish a mission and he knows that you would never sit back and wait for him. You would use that chance to escape as far away as you can. It is already a bit of a challenge to keep the current situation a secret from other people whenever he has to catch you quietly in yet another failed attempt of yours to run away and he can't even remember how often he had to have a stern conversation with you, the normally light air around him gone and replaced by silent tension. Eventually he finds himself considering to use Kotoamatsukami on you, his Mangekyo Sharingan ability. Shisui is fully aware that he would manipulate your mind by using it. On the other hand you would never know that and it's not like he would actively influence your feelings for him. It would merely be a little push to make everything less difficult.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡For Itachi the situation is quite difficult to handle because he knows what would happen to you if you were to be caught by someone. The connection you have with him would never allow you to live normally again as there would always be someone who would come for you to lure him out. It is solely his fault and he harbors guilt for it and will most likely do so for the rest of his life. Yet you are still here, abducted by him because his desire was stronger than his guilt. He as taken a lot of time to explain everything to you in hope that you would understand yet your stubbornness also seems to be stronger than everything else. Itachi finds himself silently giving way to despair because he knows that the next mission of the Akatsuki is only a question of time and most disheartening of all is that you know it too. You're just waiting for him to leave so that you can escape for good. Even if he knows that he has no right for your love, a part of him still feels hurt by the fact that you wish for his absence as much as you do. He can't let you run away though. It is too dangerous and he is far too selfish. Don't think that you will have a chance just because he will leave for a mission.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙Sasuke has little to no tolerance for the defiance you put up as you do literally everything to escape from him. He is fully aware of his unbearable behavior and possessive attitude that smothers to the point where you feel like you can't breathe but he doesn't care. He just wants you. His attitude is condescending and his words are hurtful and sharp whenever he yanks you back harshly as he has stopped you from yet another unsuccessful escape attempt, his grip tightening with each plea and whimper of yours to let go. You really want him to hurt you with the way you get on his nerves, don't you? You could have just said so to begin with instead of failing so miserably in your poor attempts to outsmart him. Sasuke will put you very quickly back into your place and he does so by using violence and fear as nothing else seems to work with you. He doesn't feel guilty about it either when he spills your own blood and scars your skin and breaks your leg so that you won#t be capable of running away from him to begin with. Stop your crying, he'll be responsible enough to take care of you afterwards. He does hope that you have learned your lesson though.

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snuggleboots · 1 year ago

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₊˚♡˚₊ The Akatsuki, communicating their love ₊˚♡˚₊

₊˚♡˚₊ feat. Itachi, Kisame, Kakuzu, and Hidan ₊˚♡˚₊

Tags: Fluff, mishmash of random headcanons, general cutesy relationship stuff.

♡ Kisame communicates his love in various ways, but it's always most sincere in the little things he does. If you're both walking up a flight of stairs, he'll always walk behind, just so he can steal a kiss without having to lean down a bit to reach you. Usually, he'll follow that up with a stupid little, 'How's it feel to be the tall one for once?'

♡ He's a man who likes to sleep in, but when you're sleeping with him, it's his god-given duty to wake you up with some combination of stupid, sleepy shenanigans. It typically starts with some needlessly aggressive cuddling while he's waking up, which becomes a smattering of kisses and little nips dealt wherever he can reach, and eventually develops into... either cackling over your groggy irritation or moving into a little extra lovin', if you feel up to it.

♡ Cuteness aggression is a real thing, and it's his curse. If your tongue pokes out just a little bit when you're thinking hard or focused on something, if you flex your toes like a little cat when you stretch, or purse your lips when you're frustrated - he's gonna bite you. Always does. He can't help it, he gets the impulse to squish you, bite you, pinch, or bully you a little bit when you're minding your business, doing things that he finds objectively precious. You make his teeth itch when he catches you off guard, and you flash him those big eyes, and- UGH.

♡ Now, he isn't the perfect listener by any means, but Kisame is very attentive when tiffs happen in the relationship. He listens with the full intention to learn and solve the problem, and if things get a bit heated he'll calm himself down and ask you to back up and explain why you're upset. He doesn't make a habit of taking himself too seriously, which really helps him navigate rough patches well.

♡ Your personal space is his preferred space. You're stretched out, reading a book or resting your eyes? It doesn't matter where you're hanging out, that's still just as good as an invitation in his books. When he saunters on over and nonchalantly plonks his entire body weight on top of you, he doesn't even have the courtesy to say sorry for the disturbance. Nope, he's on a mission, hooking his arms around your waist and just burying his face in your belly. You're warm, you smell so nice, and he's livin' large on cloud nine, which means you're stuck there until he's decided he's had his fill for a bit.

♡ Itachi's a man with simple wants and simple displays of love. If your days are busy and he's tucking into bed before you are, he'll cosy up on your side to keep it warm until you're ready to join him for the night. It's a little silly, a little cute, watching a man like him streeeetch right out when you meander into the bedroom, and unceremoniously shimmy back over to his side before settling in and promptly passing out. That is, however, a quiet little token of his affection.

♡ He's perceptive about things you don't enjoy doing, and especially things you tend to stress about. Without so much as mentioning it, he'll tend to the little things like that just to take them off your plate. If you're sick or in pain, Itachi is more than content to take care of you. Sorry, it's a small facet of who he is, to tend to the very few people he cares about. The man also cooks, and pretty damned well at that. His breakfasts are a cure-all when you're feeling like absolute garbage.

♡ There is such a thing as an 'Uchiha pout', and he weaponizes it for petty reasons and to ridiculous extents. He isn't always just some stone-faced caricature of a stoic, and it's brilliantly displayed when you deny his simple requests, such as relaxing after a long day, curled up on the couch with him when he's having a low-energy, no spoons left kind of day.

♡ Yes, he wants to settle his weight into your side and just be - or better yet, rest his head on your shoulder and soak up some easy, effortless affection until he's feeling a bit better. (Please card your fingers through his hair, he won't nod off again, really-) If you really have the audacity to say no - and he will call it that - you're going to see him purse his lips, pinch his brows and angle his face away from you like some kind of disappointed housecat. 'You make me lonely', he'll halfheartedly mumble, because it's a guilt trip that works and he's fully aware of that fact. No, he does not feel bad about it, either.

♡ Kakuzu's 'love language' exists in subtle acts of service and physical touch, generally shared in private. No, he's not going to say he loves you, but he can show you that your presence doesn't irritate the part of his brain that makes him want to shove his fist through someone's skull.

♡ When the seasons turn and you inevitably wind up freezing cold every goddamn night, he's content to settle beside you on the couch and tuck your chilly feet under his leg while he unwinds with a good book. There's no need to fill the silence, just let it be and enjoy the moment. You're cosy, he's relatively happy, and for all intents and purposes, you two are set to have a wonderful, quiet night.

♡ And since Kakuzu's a habitual early riser, you're typically still snoring long after he's up and ready for the day. When it's time for him to get up and get dressed, he'll flop his blanket - because he sure as hell doesn't share one - over your head before he turns on the light to get dressed. When he's done and the light's out he'll pull it down and be on his way without having disturbed your sleep.

♡ On the odd time that you're waking up with him, he'll slip by while you're getting dressed and steal a kiss to your shoulder.

♡ When his nail polish is chipped and it's time to reapply, he'll let you do it. For one, it's less for him to do, but! It's also a little token of trust on his part to toss you the polish, plop his hand in your lap, and grumble something like, 'Don't paint my damn fingers this time'. You probably still manage to flood his cuticles, which he will grumble about, but it's the thought that counts.

♡ Hidan's love can sometimes be compared to that of a fat, obnoxious housecat. If he's off-duty when you're trying to enjoy some free time, he is firmly wedged up your ass because he likes attention and you actually listen to him when he talks about... whatever's bouncing around in his head.

♡ Lounging on the couch when he's just coming in from a month on the road? Haha, sucks to be you actually, because he's instantly ripping through the living room at terminal velocity, with full intentions of divebombing your sorry ass before you have the chance to scramble up and evade him. You're still wheezing from impact, and this guy's already launching into a tirade about every little gripe he's had about his mission. 'Kakuzu was a dick, the ration bars taste like shit, the coil broke on my scythe and, and, and...'

♡ Hidan loves a good late-night hangout, so he's usually around to burn time with you when you can't sleep. Even when you don't feel like talking, he always fills the silence himself by chatting your ear off about whatever comes to mind. Sometimes it's just life stuff, other times it's his interests - and often, he'll animorph into a used cars salesman for Jashinism. You expect it, he loves that you actually listen and engage with him.

♡ 'You only get to die if you lived, no matter how great or shitty your life was, get it? Seeing the end is a privilege', he'll mutter into the lip of a half-full mug. When you're tired at the table, jolting upright after accidentally dozing off for the fifth time during his proselytizing, Hidan will slide you a cup of something that'll keep you fucking wired for the night. It's not to be a dick, obviously, but you're listening! And this is important shit! 'Diseased, crippled, or fuckin'... broke; at the end of the day, you're alive, and your pain's recognised by Lord Jashin. Suffering is a gift imparted, that only the living receive, and...' something something Jashin is great, and you should probably definitely convert.

♡ He's claimed half of your bed, and sleeping with him fucking sucks. He sleeps like a starfish and steals the blankets, and you're not waking him up unless you feel like investing some serious effort into doing so. He snores, and on the nights that he winds up sleeping half on top of you, you have to deal with the fact that he drools like a dog and sleeps with his mouth hanging open. You don't wanna deal with that? Tough shit, you're comfy, and somehow your bed is just waaaaay better than his. Okay? Okay.

#akatsuki #naruto #kakuzu #hidan #itachi #kisame #writing tag #hcs #reader insert #akatsuki x reader #kakuzu x reader #hidan x reader #itachi x reader #kisame x reader #meant to do the rest but my brain refused to write the others #they'll get their own post at some point probs

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tarithenurse · 6 months ago

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So soft

Fandom: Naruto Pairing/starring: Uchiha Itachi x fem!reader. Word count: 1100. Content: So much smut. Gentle, soft smut with ropes. A/N: I blame Maladaptive-Ninja. This is her doing and not mine. I’m innocent...except for not betaing...that’s on me.

So soft

Itachi’s face is all you can see as you are forehead to forehead. His breath is hot and damp as it fans your cheeks. Your mouth. Inhaling, there’s the distinct sweetness of the pop and as your dart out your tongue to swipe over his bottom lip you can taste it too.

He’s straddling you, nimble hands guiding the rope around your wrist before looping it around the metal frame of the headboard. Leaning forward like that, he can’t help but grind against your still clothed pussy (as clothed as a pair of soaked panties count). It’s not the first time you’re together but even so, you’re amazed at his size and the hardness and you whimper softly, wanting more than the press against Itachi.

“I know, aijin,” he nuzzles against your cheek, leaving small kisses, “just a bit longer.”

Satisfied that your hands are secure he kisses and licks his way down your body, making sure to pay extra attention to your heaving breasts and the already pert nipples. He bites softly into the flesh of your underboob, immediately soothing the sting before crawling further down. You try to cage him in with your legs, make his descend slower but he’s strong and firm, plying the legs from his hips and moving beyond your grasp.

Watching his work from beside the bed, he strokes himself lazily, making you envious of his hand for getting to touch him when you can’t.

He sees it. But even so he just sits down on the edge of the bed, one hand on his erection and the other finding your covered mound to trace the line of your slit through the lace. Itachi’s thumb finds your clit, pressing onto it and creating friction even if there’s something in between, preventing skin contact.

Then he gets up again and find another coil of soft, silken rope and you watch as he expertly winds it around your ankle and secures it to the corner of the bed.

Lazily, he kisses your thighs, reaching higher and higher until his nose nudges at your cunt and you clench around nothing. He even kisses you there, hos air permeating the lace in a promise of more...but then he withdraws, nails scoring softly down your free leg and kisses soothing the trail until he’s reach your foot and can tie up that ankle too.

You’re fully bound. At his mercy. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Then you realize his mistake. “Babe...my undies -” you begin.

“I know,” he shushes a glimmer of mischief in his dark eyes.

Itachi is kneeling between your feet, hands again stroking his cock and the stoking the fire inside you. For a moment he seems lost at the sight but then he grabs your legs and lets his hand slide gently but sternly upwards, massaging you in repeated strokes. Back and forth but constantly moving closer to you cunt.

It makes you squirm as best as you can. Wanting more. Wanting him there.

And as if knowing exactly what you crave...he skips, crawling higher over you and focusing on the breasts. Now the kisses he bestows on them are sloppy and you feel the head of his cock twitch against your lower abdomen, smearing your skin with the silken precum until he flexes his back and his cock nudges at you cunt instead.

“Babe,” you whine.

You can feel his smile against you clavicle. “I’ve got you, tsuki,” he promises. Stretching, his erection presses hard against your core but he reaches to bite softly on your earlobe. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers.

“You!” you whimper, rolling your hips to grind against him, making him gasp softly.

Apparently it’s enough to convince him because he retreats, fingers catching in the delicate fabric of your undies even as a thumb hones in on your clit, rubbing circles there until you’re begging for more.

There’s the sound of fabric tearing, pulling you from your crazed need for a second before Itachi’s tongue traces your swollen slit greedily. Throwing your head back, you push your pelvis towards him but one of his large hands lands on you, pressing you down into the mattress and reducing your already lacking freedom to move.

Hard, short licks to your clit as he suckles on it are almost enough to get you to your peak. Then he adds a few fingers, slowly and surely stretching your entrance and he pumps and wriggles. Within seconds, he’s found the gummy spot inside you, making you gasp and keen. Tightening around his fingers it’s as if your body is trying to pull him deeper.

And Itachi obliges, thrusting hard but slow, each time rubbing over the spot and his tongue flicking over your sensitive clit and it’s all too much. With a moan, you come hard, body seizing under his ministrations. Your eyes are seeing nothing and your lungs are heaving.

But he doesn’t stop, pulling the orgasm out, he lazily keep lavishing your cunt with attention until you’re trying to squirm away from him, fruitlessly.

Only then does he get onto his knees, erection weeping.

“You’ve got one more for me, don’t you?” he asks huskily, crawling up your body and slotting his hips between your thighs.

“Please...” you whisper.

Of course you have more for him...you’d never deny him. But you’re also fuzzy on the how of it because your body is refusing to come down completely and you don’t know if you can handle anything else.

As if sensing your trepidation, he kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself before his lips drift to your jaw and your neck and he slowly pushes his cock into you, stretching you further than his fingers had. Groaning his name, your eyes roll back in your skull.

Then he starts rocking. In and out in shallow thrusts and with a hand snaked between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit.

Your body is spasming. You wouldn’t know what’s up or down or what your name was as a new wave of ecstasy washes over you.

“So good,” you hear Itachi pant from somewhere far away.

The thrusts grow deeper and harder. Now you’re babbling – maybe you’re begging for it to end or for it to continue forever? It doesn’t matter because each second is bliss prolonged filling your body.

His thrusts grow sloppy. Erratic. With a groan he spills inside you, forehead to forehead and inhaling each others’ breath. Slowly continuing the rocking, he eventually withdraws the hand and stills, looking down at you with a soft smile.

#fanfiction #itachi uchiha #uchiha itachi #writing #Itachi smut #naruto #itachi x fem!reader #itachi x reader #itachi #smut #fanfic

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izunaposting · 25 days ago

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hikaku is pissing me off bad today. so, as you know, as clan heir to the eminent position of head uchiha, i am filled to the brim with talent and skill and chakra which means i can make fire dragon no jutsu. i know you're jealous and if you're not you should be because it's f***ing bad ass. and because i am kind and genteel to the future generations i was showing off a smaller version of my fire dragon, which is definitely a flex, i can create at least two types of dragons, and so i told these kids that what makes our clan great is that most of us have this potential especially if you harbor a dragon's soul, like me, unlike a CERTAIN clan (senju) and then hikaku has to open his big mouth and remind me that tobirama also has the ability to create an elemental dragon.

so the reasons wrong with this

1. tobirama doesn't have a dragon's soul, he has a dung beetle for a heart and shit for soul and i hate him

2. i'm trying to bring in future generations into the fold and you're INTERRUPTING my TRAINING SESSION, you asshole

3. shut up!

4. it's a water dragon, which is stupid because anyone can make a water dragon. i can make one in my bathtub. ohhh, but water can flood towns and rend crops to waste and cause landslides. um, maybe run away from the mud, first of all, and a water dragon is all about life and stuff, whatever, while a freaking bad ass fire dragonn kills everything in its

path

but hikaku still is going on about how the wielder of a proper dragon jutsu must share some form kindred elemental spirit which is DISGUSTING to imply that i'm in any f***ing way similar to f***ing tobirama senju or even WORSE his stupid tree of a brother (for i refuse to recognize his elected position) who i only give credit for being able to have wood AND fire dragons which make a f***ing awesome funeral pyre, and hikaku just said, so you are complimenting hokage-sama?

SHOULD I KILL THIS MAN WITH THE HILT OF MY SWORD?!

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himeharugami · 5 days ago

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Itachi Uchiha

A little bit sensual. Nothing direct, but be warned.

Tepid water just didn't do anymore.

Itachi stood under the shower, eyes closed in defeat, yearning—body and mind—for something he couldn’t have. His wet hair clings to his face as he does to his last bit of sanity.

What should have been a relief ended up being torture. He had hoped the warmth of the shower would wash away the thought of her touch, but it only caused him more suffering; droplets tracing along his jaw, down his sculpted back, over his flexing thighs, where her fingers should've been. The steam marked the length of his ensnarement, reminding him more of the heat of intimacy he longs for.

His dark lashes fluttered against his cheeks, and he gazed through half-opened lids to the distance separating him from the wall, cold biting at his back for he could not advance into the space she should occupy. He could almost see it; the ghost of her figure, rivers forming to follow her curves, blissful in the hot temperature he is too distracted to care about. His hand twitched at his side, and as soon as he reached for her, she disappeared again, leaving him aching.

He studied the issue he could not fix with calluses—only the softness of her palm—dreaming of what he's missing.

In these instants, he almost regrets deserting the village.

#itachi uchiha #itachi x reader #itachi x oc #naruto #itachi smut #naruto shippuden #for fun

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13as07 · 10 months ago

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Birthright #3

(Itachi Uchiha Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to CYBERxYT ]

Requested by: My Attachment to this Series

Word Count: 4,465

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Incest (Brother/Sister)

Pieces of Sasuke sneak in here and there

Choking

Name Calling: Onii-Chan, Princess, Spoiled, Good Girl

Misogyny

Spanking

Exhibitionism

Hickeys

Dubcon

Oral (Female Receiving)

Humping

Sasuke getting degraded

Pussy Shot

Voyeurism

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Itachi's fingertips tug on the necklace around my neck, using it as an unofficial leash, pulling on it like a Master telling his dog it's wandered too far away. His mouth snaps open, my lecture already brewing in his throat.

"Leave it be," Sasuke grumbles, stopping my tongue lashing before it can start. "Nothing's going to happen if she's a couple of steps ahead of you."

"Shut up," Itachi hisses, yanking on the necklace again. I'm tugged backward, the metal of it pressing into my neck as I'm dragged backward. I start whining from the uncomfortableness, trying to loop my fingers around the material to loosen it. "Stop whining," he fusses, situating me by his side again.

I'm tucked against him, his hand cemented on my lower back, balling the material of my overcoat in his hand. "Itachi?" I whine, trying to tug his hand off of me.

Instead of letting me go, he tugs me closer, his free hand gripping my necklace again. "I," he starts, twirling the chain around his fingers so it tightens. "Am so sick of your tantrums today." The metal rubs against my throat, making my skin ache as my throat burns from my airway being blocked. "Knock your bad behavior off before I spank your attitude back in line."

A shaky breath vibrates out of me as I squirm, this time from the tingles forming between my legs again. "Sorry, Onii-Chan."

Sasuke grunts at our conversation, rolling his eyes as he simmers in annoyance. "Can't we just eat?"

This time, Itachi rolls his eyes, loosening his hold on my necklace but keeping his hold on the tail of my shirt. "This way," he groans, pulling and tugging on me as he leads the way to whatever restaurant he's decided we're going to have dinner at.

It doesn't take long until I'm let go of, the boys leaving me to hold the door to some Mom and Pop noodle shop open. "Come on, Princess. Let's go eat," Sasuke coos, offering his hand to me. I take it, despite our older brother's grumbling. His lips are pressed to my knuckles before he leads me inside, a cocky head shake and smile on his face as he beams at Itachi.

"Mine," Onii-Chan hisses, shrugging him aside before trudging after me. His hand grips the back of my shirt again, using it as a makeshift lead. "You're mine. You know that, don't you?" He grumbles, pushing me around the room to head toward a booth in the back.

"Of course, I do, 'Tachi," I whisper back, trying to stay on my feet as I'm jostled around. Sasuke does some mumbling too, complaining about how it's not fair that Itachi gets everything. "Onii-Chan," I yelp from being shoved into the booth. "Calm down."

"I am calm."

"Ya, and I'm the Hokage," Sasuke huffs, sliding into the other side of the booth.

Itachi ignores our brother, his fingers gripping my cheeks to force my sight upward. "Hey Onii-Chan," I try to lull, smiling up at him.

"Princess," he exhales, fingers flexing against my skin. He takes slow breaths, trying to calm down from the stress of the meeting and Sasuke egging him on.

"I need to go potty."

"Of course, you do," he huffs, letting go of my face to grab my wrist instead. All the calmness from a second ago is gone, Itachi's grip is rough and his movements are edged as he walks the five or six steps. I don't mind though, an idea to completely calm him is already rolling around my mind. "Bathroom," he grumbles, shouldering the door open before he drags me into the room.

I'm thrust into the room, his hold dropping and the door slamming shut once I'm safely touched inside. I stand still for a few moments, fighting with myself over what I'm going to do.

Slowly, I sink to my knees, settling on the tough and cold floor. My hands mess with my skirt, resting it as far up my thighs as possible. I should look into getting those leg strap things that hold up stockings. The ones with the metal hearts that sit on your thigh. Itachi's eyes might not wander away from me, but Sasuke's do, and he seems to like those things.

Thoughts of how crazy this is are swirling around my head as my hands jump up, slowly shimming my overcoat off before settling on my shirt. My hands push the material up and over my head, resting it on top of my other layer. Should I take my bra off or leave it on? I think I'll leave it on.

Onii-Chan has paid a lot of attention to my breasts today, to the point they still ache from him constantly gripping them. Though they mostly still hurt from his rough sucking and nipping at them after his lecture from Daddy. There's going to be bruises on them tomorrow morning.

"Itachi?" I call, my voice a bit shaky. This is either going to go great or terribly.

"Princess?" He grumbles, softly knocking on the door. I know he's right outside, he always is. Onii-Chan never wanders too far away from me, no matter the situation. The only time we're apart is when he has an away mission with the anbus. Even then, his crow is at my window every day with a lengthy letter and occasionally a bouquet.

"Can you come here? Please?" I continue to call, letting my mouth fall open and my tongue hang out once the question is out. I try my best to keep my eyes light and wide as he likes it, hoping the extra effort will tip the situation into the 'great' option.

Itachi grumbles out mumbles that my ears can't make out but his tone is still pissy. "What could you possibly need help with - " he starts, his question falling short when he gets the door open. He freezes in the doorway, hand gripping the handle as his eyes droop down me. When his sights make their way back up my body, his expression is dripping in anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

My tongue slides back into my mouth, my teeth clicking closed. "I... um..." I stumble, messing with the hem of my skirt as my eyes jump around the small room. "I just... I thought... if maybe... you know... if you let me... suck on... on you... maybe it would... I don't know... help you calm down?"

Onii-Chan slides into the room, slamming the door behind him. The noise echoes in the room, the sound making the very being of my bones shake. The sound of the door's lock clicking fills my stomach with even more fear. He is not happy, at all, with my idea. "Princess," he hisses, taking slow steps toward me.

"I was... I just... I thought," I stutter, scooting across the floor away from him.

"That," he barks, snatching my necklace, and using it to tug me closer to him. "Is your problem," Itachi hisses, yanking on the chain until my head is tipped back as far as possible. His fingers twirl the material, tightening it around my throat. "Pretty Princesses can't think. Do you know why? Because girls aren't as smart as boys. You guys get silly little ideas that are of no use. Why should dumb girls bother thinking? All you're good for is looking pretty, making the clan happy, and making Onii-Chan's dick feel good, am I understood?"

"Understand. I understand," I wheeze out, my hands jumping up to tug on the metal of my jewelry. Itachi has it wrapped tight, tighter than before. It pinches my skin as it cuts off my ability to breathe, making my breath jagged and quick. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not," he growls, tugging on my necklace to drag me to my feet. "All you've done today is cause me issues. Giving me a constant boner all day, filling my head with thoughts of your titties, getting me yelled at by Dad because you're so needy for Onii-Chan's touch," he lectures, dragging me across the room before shoving me down on the sink.

The counter digs into my hips, my lungs pumping with the release of my necklace to try and replace the oxygen they're missing. Itachi flips up my skirt, shoving the material up before his hand paws at my butt. "I am so sick of how spoiled you've been acting. You're an entitled Princess. Maybe that's Dad's fault, maybe it's my fault too. We've been too easy on you, answering to your every whim, giving you everything you could want."

Itachi clicks his tongue, before a

Smack

lands to my ass. "Onii-Chan," I whine, squirming to try and escape his rough hands.

"Princess," he coos, a hand settling on my back, pushing me down so I can't escape. "I've been more than patient with you today. The more you fight with me, the longer it's going to take. Be a good girl for your Onii-Chan and it'll be over soon, okay? Be a good girl and take your punishment."

I whine but stop wiggling, hoping my compliance will get me out of trouble. "Nice try, Princess," he softly chuckles, rubbing his hand across my back.

Smack. Smack.

"I'm sorry, Onii-Chan. Really, I'm sorry," I whimper, trying to catch his eyes in the mirror. It doesn't work, he's avoiding my stare, because we both know he'll cave and let me off with a swallow warning if he looks at me.

"No, you're not. You've been disobedient all day," he mutters, more slowly circles being painted into my back.

Smack, smack. Smack, smack.

I try everything I can, whimpering, whining, calling for him, to try and get him to stop. Itachi ignores me, continuing to mercilessly spank me.

Smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack.

"Itachi, please," I whine, drawing out the word, deciding to give up on my obedient attempt. I squirm around, not getting far because of the hand shoving me on the counter. "It hurts."

"Good."

Smack, smack. Smack, smack.

"Come on," I whimper, my ass stinging from the constant contact with it. "I'm sorry! Onii-Chan! I'll behave, I promise. Please stop."

"Damn it," he sighs, his eyes sparing a glance at my watery ones. "Why are you so spoiled, Princess?" He mutters, fingertips rubbing against my cheeks, forcing new pointed stings to spark on my ass.

"Because you take such good care of me," I whimper, forcing the tears out of my eyes. I've perfected my crocodile tears, using them in the few incidents that Daddy does give me some blame and Itachi isn't able to talk me out of trouble. "You're so good to me, Onii-Chan. So good. I'm so lucky to have you, so lucky to be your property, to be your birthright."

A hissy breath escapes him, his fingertips still kneading at my aching butt. "You're only saying what I want to hear," he grumbles, fingertips sliding down to run across my panties. "You're a spoiled Princess that gets off on being in trouble," he continues to ramble, wiggling his fingers under my panties, running his fingertips through me, collecting the wetness his spanking caused. "A spoiled Princess that everyone heard whine and cry because she couldn't take the punishment she caused herself."

"I'm sorry."

"Sure you are," he grumbles, tugging his hand away from me. "Get dressed," Itachi orders, popping his fingers into his mouth, and sucking my juices off of them.

I quickly jerk off the counter, rushing away before he can change his mind. Itachi watches my every movement, sloppy slurps spilling from his lips as he watches me redress myself. "Good girl," he hums once I'm dressed, stepping forward to rub his spit across my face, wiping his fingers off. "You're such a good girl for your Onii-Chan."

I can't help the giddiness that fills me at the small praise. I live for his praise, for Daddy's praise, for Sasuke's praise, for the clan's praise. "Really?"

"Really," he mutters, clinging to my cheeks, squishing them as he pecks my lips. A soft whimper spills out when Onii-Chan pulls away from me. I want more kisses, real kisses. "Don't whine, Princess. I don't like when you whine."

A huff replaces my whining, my eyes skirting to the side as I pout. Why can't Itachi just give me what I want? I just want kisses. My eyes fall on the locked door, Itachi's comment from earlier playing in my head. "Do you think anyone actually heard me whining?"

"No," he mutters, sliding his lips against my neck before letting me go again. "Come along, Princess," Onii-Chan orders, patting his thigh as he starts walking away. The lock pops, the door swinging open before I'm waved forward.

I eagerly slide out the door, the craving for ramen resurfacing. He follows close behind, helping me slide into the booth before he settles next to me, my two brothers sandwiching me between them. Since I've been gone a waiter has brought menus and some water. I snap the menu open, glancing through it even though I know I won't get to order for myself; Onii-Chan always orders for me.

As I'm scanning over the laminated paper, my eyes start to wander around the restaurant looking to see if my brother is right, looking to see if anyone is glancing our way in disgust of overhearing our bathroom events. From what I can tell, no one heard, at least until my sight settles on Sasuke. His knuckles are white from clinging to his menu, jaw locked and attention burning into the paper in front of him. My eyes fall further down, glancing at the tent in his pants.

Itachi was wrong, Sasuke overheard us, and he's strung tight with sexual frustration and envy. My prayers go out to that pink-haired girl he's into. May the Lord help her if he sneaks out to see her tonight.

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"Princess? Princess, are you asleep?"

My eyelids struggle to pull themselves open, the need for sleep weighing them down heavily. "Tach'?" I slur, my tiredness soaked in my voice. "I thought you went to bed, Onii-Chan."

Mom was fast asleep when we got home, but Daddy was wide awake, waiting for our arrival. After an 'inspection' that just consisted of him checking for hickeys - a test that was failed - and lectures about Itachi 'ruining my purity' and Sasuke 'disgracing the Uchiha name' he watched over us getting ready for bed. He sulked away five minutes ago, finally sure that Onii-Chan wasn't going to sneak into my room. He was wrong.

"I can't go to bed without my good night kisses and cuddles," Itachi purrs, sliding into bed with me.

"Mkay," I murmur, rolling onto my side.

"No, no, no," he coos, turning me onto my back. "Onii-Chan wants to try something new before we cuddle, Princess."

"We already tried something new today," I complain, trying to shove him away and yank the blankets back onto myself.

"Shh, shh, shh," Itachi hushes me, slowly peeling my comforter off. "This is something easy for you, okay? I'm going to make you feel good again and all you have to do is lay there. Well, and be quiet. We don't want Dad mad at me again, do we?" I let out a few soft whines, squirming on my mattress but shaking my head in agreement. "That's right, you don't, Princess."

"It's cold," I whisper, stopping my wiggling when Itachi slides his hands up my legs.

"I know, but you'll warm up soon, I promise," he continues to coo, shoving my shirt up and over my head. The clothing is thrown to the ground, quickly followed by my pajama bottoms. "You look so pretty," Onii-Chan compliments, his fingertips ghosting over my titties, poking at the hickeys he's littered across them throughout the day.

His head tilts, mouth open and tongue sliding out as he leans down. His tongue slithers across my flesh, lapping at the bruises and sore skin. Itachi's hands busy themselves, slowly pulling my legs apart so he can slide between them. "'Tach'?" I whine, trying to wiggle away from his licks, the slippery muscle making my pussy tingle and my skin burn.

"I know it hurts, Princess, but it's okay. Onii-Chan can't help himself. You're just so soft, so tasty," he purrs, mixing a few kisses between the licks. He pushes himself against me, his boxers and my panties leaving a thin and flimsy barrier between us.

The barrier doesn't stay for long. As Itachi's kisses slowly descend my body, he tugs my panties down my legs, ridding me of my last piece of clothing. "How beautiful," he sighs, keeping my legs spread open as his eyes stare at my cunt.

I squirm under him, trying to close my legs and cut off his sight. "You're making me uncomfortable. I don't like you staring there."

"I get to," he mutters, siding down the bed. "I get to do whatever I want to your pussy because it's all mine. I own it, just like I own you," Onii-Chan rambles, settling on his stomach, his arms shoving their way under my legs. His hands wrap around my legs, his fingers clinging to my flesh right, his elbows locked against the bend of my knees. "You're going to taste so good."

Onii-Chan exhales over my pussy, his breath slow and long as it slides over me. His eyes are locked on me, the ruby color of his sharingans glowing between my thighs. The breath makes me shiver, my spine arching from the chill running through my body.

My eyes shoot down, watching his movements. Slowly, Itachi's tongue slides out again, inching through my pussy the same way his fingers did earlier today. "Onii-Chan," I hiss, squirming closer to his face before I jerk away. "If Daddy... if he... he was so mad when... when we got home and - "

He shushes me again, his tongue sliding through me before he pulls away. "Just be quiet and Dad won't find out. Be quiet so Onii-Chan can enjoy his birthright, okay? Quiet."

I push out a few half-assed whimpers, continuing to wiggle my way out of his hold. Itachi isn't having any of it though, tightening his hold before tugging me back into place. "I'm going to eat your pussy regardless of what you do, Princess. You can either let me and enjoy it or piss me off and keep squirming. The choice is yours," he grumbles, lapping at my cunt again, this time his tongue moves quicker, taking its time to roll over my clit.

I give in, lying still on the bed. My hands fall, toying with Itachi's loose hair. I twirl the strands around my fingertips, my chest starting to pump with the tightening of the knot in my stomach. His tongue swirls around my clit, constant shocks spilling out because of it. "Onii-Chan," I whine, grinding against his tongue.

He hums, eyes sliding away from me, toward the ajar bedroom door. Slowly, his tongue slithers down, rolling around my hole, rimming it with an occasional teasing tip inside. "Stop being a peeping Tom," Itachi mutters, shoving his tongue inside me.

"Onii-Chan," I moan, shoving my hips down. He smacks my thigh, a glare sent my way before he focuses on my pussy again.

The sound of my door softly squeaking open catches my attention, pulling my eyes toward it. Standing in my doorway is Sasuke, a glow rimming his eyes as he stands in nothing but his boxers, just like Itachi. "What are you two doing?"

"You're the one staring, why don't you tell me?" Itachi says, his tongue back to swirling across my clit.

"Itachi, please?" I whine, trying to rub my hips against his tongue, gripping his hair to use it as leverage to grind better.

Sasuke's eyes snap toward me, his nose turned up at my whimpering. "It looks like you're touching Princess in ways you're not supposed to. I'm telling Dad."

"No, you're not," Itachi hums, his lips wrapping around my clit, softly sucking on it as his tongue continues to toy with it.

"I'm sorry. Sorry. 'Tachi, sorry," I stumble out, the knot in my stomach tightening more and more with every sloppy suckle he gives it. He hums, sucking harder as he glares at Sasuke, daring him to tattle. "Itachi," his name ripples out of my chest louder than he'll be happy with, sliding out with the juices leaking because of my cumming.

An embarrassing pop fills the room when he lets go of my clit, the attention to my pussy gone for barely a second before his tongue is back to slurping at my cunt. Another wack is laid on my thigh, reminding me to stay silent so I don't get Onii-Chan in trouble again.

"Yes, I am," Sasuke mutters, his jaw tightening the longer he looks at me, his eyes flowing up and down my body like a river.

"Then why are you still here?" Itachi asks, tugging his head away from my pussy. His tongue laps at his lips, trying to lick off the mix coating the bottom half of his face. "Do you know why? Because you're getting off to this."

"No, I'm not - "

"Yes, you are," Onii-Chan cuts him off, barely paying him any attention. My eyes focus on his hands, watching them shove his boxers down. His dick springs out, his tip angrily pink and already leaking a preview of his cum. His hands settle on my thighs again, gripping them as he leans down, his dick lying against my pussy.

"I know you get off to watching me play with Princess. It just drives you crazy, knowing she's mine, knowing I make her wither and squirm, knowing her pretty lips are wrapped around my dick and not yours," Itachi mocks, grinding against me, coating his dick in the wetness he didn't lick up.

"I don't," Sasuke grumbles, his voice crawling over the soft whimpers and moans they tumble from me. He tries but fails to keep his eyes off of me, they constantly flitter back to me, back to us, back to Itachi rubbing his dick against my slick, the tip of his cock perfectly rubbing against my clit. "What do I care that you have Princess? I have Sakura."

"Then why are you here?" Itachi repeats, glancing down at me when my hands shoot up to grip his biceps. Just like at the meeting, the knot in my stomach is building up the second time around, power racing to the finish line. "Dad and Mom are fast asleep. You could be over at that girl's house but you're not. No, instead you're here, planning to watch Princess come undone, planning to watch me cum on her drippy little kitty, and planning to ignore the twitch of your dick."

"Dad would kill you," Sasuke hisses, his eyes shooting daggers at Itachi. "Like actually, slit your throat, kill you, if you got Princess pregnant before you took over the clan."

"I know," Onii-Chan groans, his hips shoving against me harder. His eyes flare with a brighter glow the tighter my fingers grip him, egging him on even more. "That's why I said on and not in. I want to see us mixed together, I want to see Princess coated in me."

"'Tachi. Itachi," I wail, the knot in my stomach getting close to loosening.

Sasuke lunges forward, his hand locking over my mouth to quiet me down. My eyes jerk up, staring at him as he stares back down at me. "Can't you ever shut up? You're going to wake up Dad being that loud," he hisses at me, eyes routinely sliding down to watch Itachi run against me.

"Don't care my ass," Onii-Chan grumbles, head dipping down to slide more kitty licks across my chest.

Muffled sorries spill from me, the attention to my chest being the final straw before I come undone again. "Stop apologizing," Sasuke grunts, his eyes back to being locked on my face. Despite the harsh tone, the fingers not gripping my face are running through my hair, petting me like a dog. "You look pretty when you cum and Princesses don't apologize for being pretty."

Itachi shoves his touch off of me, his arms sliding up to cling to my waist and head buried in my neck as he humps me faster. "Get your own. Princess is mine," he mutters on repeat, his hot breath coating my sweat-caused muggy skin. Huffs and grunts mix, almost covering the soft-pitched moan that spills when he finishes.

Unlike at the meeting, Onii-Chan's cum is almost hot as it spills out, coating my pussy with more stickiness. The warmth weighs on me, slipping down to coat my thighs and butt, beelining for my bedsheets. He relaxes against me, the weight of his body still crushing me. His hands don't loosen though, keeping me still like he's worried Sasuke is going to swoop in and snatch me from him.

"Good girl," Itachi mutters after a few moments, slowly peeling apart our skin that seems to cling to one another. "Such a good girl for your Onii-Chan, aren't you? You are," he slurs a bit, exhaustion weighing in his words. His lips tumble down my body as he pulls us apart, sloppy and soaking my body in salvia as they travel around my torso.

My body carves with his kisses, craving the gentleness of them. "I'm going to go shower, okay, Princess? Then I'll bathe you as your sheets get washed," Itachi continues to murmur, laying out the next few events as he parts from me. "Then when that's all done we can cuddle and go to sleep, I promise."

"Okay, Onii-Chan," I answer, the chill of the house already enveloping my body from the lack of having my brother pressed against me, shielding me from the cold.

"Good girl," he praises, pecking my forehead and coating his fingers through my hair. Itachi crawls out of the bed, leaving me to lay in our mess alone as he showers. When the ends of my hair escape his fingers, he starts walking away, stopping to grip Sasuke's shoulders. "No touching, am I understood?" He hisses, squeezing our brother in warning.

"Understood," Sasuke whispers, eyes dropped to the ground. Itachi squeezes his shoulder once more before floating out of the room, closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door is closed, Sasuke's eyes jump up, locking on my face. "Let's play, Princess," he murmurs, the gleam of disobedience in his eyes as he slowly walks toward my bed.

"Itachi said - "

"Itachi owns you, he doesn't own me."

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oh-no-its-bird · 6 months ago

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sending this ask w the power of god (airport wifi) because my power is out but i NEED to say this abt sqh in naruto as huohou

sqh would be SO fucking paranoid. he doesn't even remember who becomes a missing nin or not and mixes up canon with fanon. "hmm yeah shisui becomes a missing nin right.....? hmm yes i should watch him Very closely." (shisui is suspicious of sqh watching him closely. what does he Want.) he also thinks madara and tobirama were in a situationship or something like that. or was it madara and hashirama...? wait, since when was sealing like THAT? (like always. everyone looks at him and it's like damn you must have failed the unit on sealing back at the academy.)

i think the system waking up sqh at night only to be jumpscared by the uchiha massacre notif is very funny but. hear me out. random late night ramen or grocery run instead or sumn like that. just chilling and all of a sudden oh FUCK.

YEAH EXACTLY

Houhua doesnt even know who Madara is, he read like a fucking quarter of Naruto before dropping it when he was in highschool, which was 2 lives and well over a few hundred years ago. He knows like, bare fucking bones about the start of Naruto and most of what he remembers is just bc of memes he'd see online that were funny enough to get imprinted in his mind

he got up to like, Sasuke defecting w Orochimaru maybe?

The system is helping out a little by giving him some vague list of "important characters" but then refuses to elaborate on what makes them important. Maybe when he meets people if they have narrative weight they'll glow in his eyes or smthn fun like that? Idk

Let his mangekyou, if he ever receives it, revolve around "seeing the strings of fate" or some shit and its basically an extension of the system where hes able to "see the future" but its just him being able to tell someones inherent narrative weight

I think he'd have a really fucking hard time ever manifesting it tho, just bc like. He's really old. And he's seen a lot of shit. And he's grown really fucking numb to most terrible things. And he's already putting up so many walls between him and "the residents of this world" or however he might see them. I think that it'd take a lot for him to become so genuinely attached to someone that losing them can manifest something like that, and he isn't emotionally available enough to get that attached in the first place

I want him to actually violently bash together naruto sealing and svsss sealing to create just like. An ungodly creation of power that no one but him understands how to work, I think it'd be fun

On one hand I am hearing u out but on the other hand I always found it interesting that, on the night of the massacre, somehow, some way, all of the Uchiha were accounted for in the compound. You're telling me not a single one was on duty? Not a single one was out on a mission? I always thought that was the most pointed "there's clearly something underhanded going on here from the governments half" bc that's so ridiculously convenient it's straight up stupid.

Anyways that's to say that to continue with that line of thought and also bc that was clearly planned somehow, Houhua would need to be in the compound

Then again theres probably shops n stuff in the compound that Houhua could have been going to, thats true

hmmm things to think about

Either way I think I like him not sleeping but like, laying down trying to sleep when it happens bc it also lets me flex the "this paranoid bastard has been going to sleep in fucking armor since Sasuke turned 8, that's wild"

#airport mention !!!#birds fic talk #shang quinghua #svsss #scum villain self saving system #naruto #birds asks

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belit0 · 1 month ago

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Can you do some headcanons about the Uchiha men getting drunk, shouting from the rooftops how much they love their S/O, and not remembering it the next day?

These men losing control… delight

Indra

Unlike the others, Indra does not stumble around shouting his love like a fool. No, his drunken state manifests in something far more terrifying—control.

He summons his entire village, warriors and civilians alike, assuming he is about to give an important war directive. No one dares to disobey.

His expression is severe, unreadable. His arms are crossed, his presence as oppressive as ever. The villagers feel an impending sense of doom, half-expecting him to announce an incoming invasion.

(Y/N) arrives, confused and horrified, just as Indra begins his speech—an intense, unyielding, deeply poetic declaration of his love for her.

-There are things in this world that can never be undone. The tide will rise, the sun will fall, the gods will claim what they believe is theirs— His voice is measured, terrifyingly serious, carrying the weight of something irrevocable.

The villagers stand frozen in fear. Some look ready to kneel. Others wonder if they should be sharpening their blades.

-And yet, should any divine hand dare to reach for what is mine, I will break them.- Gasps. Horrified stares. Someone might actually faint.

-Fate itself may weave its threads, but should it attempt to sever this bond— His gaze shifts to (Y/N), eyes locking onto her like an unshakable vow. —I will tear it apart, thread by thread, until destiny itself bows before me.-

The villagers are absolutely petrified. Is this a declaration of war against the gods...?

-The moon may watch over her, the gods may whisper her name, but let them try to take her from my grasp.- His jaw tightens, fingers flexing as if already prepared to strike down the heavens themselves. Absolute silence. No one moves. No one breathes. (Y/N) wants the earth to swallow her whole.

-Did—did Lord Indra just declare war on the gods? Over a woman?- someone whispers in horror.

The next morning, (Y/N) confronts him.

-You don’t remember, do you?- she asks, arms crossed.

Indra narrows his eyes. -If I said it, I meant it.-

She groans into her hands.

Madara

Madara rarely lost control, but when he did, he went all out.

He stood on the rooftop, mad and aggressive, arms wide open, Sharingan active, shouting at the entire district, -I LOVE HER, I CLAIM HER, I TAKE HER. I, UCHIHA MADARA, LEADER OF THE UCHIHA CLAN, CLAIM THIS WOMAN, MY WOMAN, FOR THE ETERNITY OF TIME. ANYONE WHO THINKS OTHERWISE—COME, FACE ME IN BATTLE!-

A horrified (Y/N) tried to drag him down, but he dramatically turned to her, gripping her shoulders. -You don’t understand, woman. The world must know... they! I! ... I would burn it down if it meant keeping you safe!-

Izuna, equally drunk, cheered from the ground, -HELL YEAH, BROTHER!-

The next morning, Madara woke up with a pounding headache.

-My... -huh- my throat... hurts...-

-Might be because you spent two hours shouting about how you’d fight the entire world for me.-

-Ah... worth it....-

Izuna

Izuna gets extra theatrical when drunk. And he loves to put on a good show.

-EVERYONE LISTEN! I, IZUNA UCHIHA, AM THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE! DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY WOMEN PASSED THROUGH THIS BODY, THAT GIRL, THAT WORK OF ART STANDING THERE, IS MY OWNER, THE GODDESS I WORSHIP, DEDICATE MYSELF TO, AND OWE EVERYTHING TO! THE VERY IZUNA HAS FOUND TRUE LOVE!-

He nearly fell off the roof in his dramatic declaration but caught himself last minute, pointing at (Y/N) with glassy, determined eyes. -SHE. IS. PERFECT. LOOK AT HER. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A WOMAN SO STUNNING? SO FIERCE? SO—SO VIOLENTLY BEAUTIFUL?-

He stands there expectantly, seeking applause and recognition, lacking the basic ability to notice the scene he is creating in front of everyone. Even Madara remains silent, pinching the bridge of his nose.

(Y/N) tries to disappear, but it is her brother-in-law who stops her and whispers, -If I must endure this calamity for being his older brother, you must as well, for being his wife.-

When some unfortunate soul murmured something about her being too good for him, he leaped down, tackled them, and demanded a duel on the spot.

The next morning, he woke up bruised and confused.

(Y/N) stared down at him, unimpressed. -You challenged a civilian to a fight last night.-

He groaned, rubbing his forehead. -…Did I win?-

Obito

Drunk Obito = hysterical, emotional wreck.

He clambered onto the rooftop, tears in his eyes, clutching his chest like a lovesick poet.

-(Y/N)!- he screamed, voice cracking. -HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY? YOU’RE—YOU’RE—!- He choked on his own breath, wiping at his face, completely overwhelmed by his own feelings.

He is a mess of snot, strength, height, and emotional fragility. His screams crack into childlike sobs, generating mixed reactions from the audience watching him. Many do not understand his words, as coherence has abandoned the scene since his first drink.

-(Y/N), I love you so much I think I might actually die!-

When she tried to pull him down before he embarrassed himself further, he collapsed into her arms, clutching at her clothes, sobbing. -DO YOU LOVE ME TOO? PLEASE SAY YES, I DON’T THINK I CAN HANDLE IT OTHERWISE—

The next morning, he woke up, eyes swollen, shirt mysteriously missing.

(Y/N) just shook her head. -You cried so much I thought you’d dehydrate and die in my arms.-

Obito turned bright red, horrified. -…I think I need to leave the village.-

Shisui

Shisui? Loud.

-I LOVE HER! I LOVE HER! I LOVE HER!- He chanted from the rooftops, dancing, spinning, absolutely reveling in his own joy.

Even jumps down at one point, landing clumsily and holding onto the shoulders of a poor stranger. He starts shouting at him, shaking him, illustrating to that poor man the immeasurable extent of his love for her -YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! JUST- JUST LOOK AT HER, SIR! PLEASE-

And although his mind is lost in the alcohol, his body has the clumsy reflexes of a ninja defeated after days of war. When (Y/N) is about to catch him, he uses his Shunshin to move back to the roof, dramatically disarming himself in his joy and love for her.

-(Y/N), YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!- He pointed at random villagers. -LOOK AT HER! SHE’S A GODDESS! A QUEEN! A BLESSING UPON THIS EARTH!-

When she finally climbed up to stop him, he grabbed her and twirled her around, beaming.

-I CAN’T BELIEVE I GET TO LOVE YOU! ME! THIS UGLY, LUCKY FOOL! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YOU?!-

The next morning, he woke up, zero recollection.

-(Y/N), why are my legs sore?-

She sighed. -You danced on the rooftops for two hours.-

He groaned. -…Did I at least look good doing it?-

Itachi

Itachi, usually quiet and composed, was dangerous when drunk.

-I must tell her.-

-Itachi, no—

-I must tell her NOW.-

He vanished in a blur of movement, reappearing on the rooftop.

-(Y/N),- he called, smooth, intense, unwavering.

The way he said her name made everyone stop and listen.

-I am yours,- he said, as if reciting a sacred vow. -Utterly, completely, eternally. If you asked me to burn the world, I would. If you asked me to rebuild it, I would.-

Dead silence followed.

(Y/N), completely floored.

The next morning, Itachi woke up with zero memory.

(Y/N) just stared at him. -Do you remember… anything from last night?-

He blinked, slow. -No.-

-…So if I tell you that you swore eternal devotion to me in front of the entire district, you’d think I was lying?-

He considered her words. Then, calmly, -It seems like something I would say. Was it convincing?-