summary: was it casual how his gaze lingered on you? was it casual how he’d spend all his money on you? was it casual how he fucked you?
notes: erm. havent written in awhile and this isnt proofread but here u guys go . 😝 fluff to smut
Maybe you chose to ignore the lingering tension between you and Meguru Bachira.
Maybe it was ignorance when you noticed that his gaze was always on you. Poor boy was just obsessed with you, he didn’t know what to do. After practice, he’d always run outside of the training grounds to run and tackle you.
“Hey, hey! Were you watching? Was I cool?” Bachira grinned, bringing you into a tight hug—Backing up to get a good look at you while his hands were on your shoulders.
“Of course Megs.” And you would still grin, noticing the physical contact—Brushing it off as what ‘friends do.’
You heard yelling and groaning before Isagi came into view.
“What the hell man? You totally ditched us back there.” Isagi rolled his eyes, looking right at you.
“Oh, that’s why.” Isagi chuckled, fumbling with the ball in his hands. He obviously knew something was up. He’s always known. Bachira looked at him giving him a knowing eye, slowly moving his hand to rub the nape of his neck.
“Well, come back when you’re done.” He said, quickly running back to his group to continue practicing.
“You hungry?” He said, refocusing on you again with a small smirk.
“I mean.. I could eat.” You giggled, swaying side to side.
“But, shouldn’t you go back to them? Seems like they need you.” You looked behind him, seeing Isagi yelling at the others with a huge frown.
“Ah, they’ll be fine for an hour or so.” Bachira grabbed your hand, running out of the doors to go get some food.
His treat, of course.
—
This time, you chose to ignore the pause between the two of you. You chose to ignore his eyes on your lips, and you chose to ignore the kiss he left for you.
“Oh wow—I—Um, yeah.” He would scramble over his words, his face turning into a red hue.
“Um, well.. I guess—We should get going..” He started to play with his fingers, refusing to look you in the face again. A quiet pause interuppted the two of you as he put his headphones on, quickly grabbing your hand and interlocking them before heading back to the training grounds.
—
So, was it casual?
The way you guys would spend hours on facetime, always talking to each other. The plentiful messages you guys would ping pong off each other.
Can I come over?
You would glance over the message again, doing a double take. Should you let him come over? It’s pretty late.
Yeah.
—
Then there would be quiet whimpers that filled the room, loud grunts and skin slapping.
“Fuck megs!” You would cry out, gripping onto the sheets tightly as Bachira would ram into you repeatedly. His right hand had a tight grip on your neck, his left hand on your hip, guiding you back and forth.
“Ah, oh fuck… I’ve wanted you for so long.” He bit his lip, hunching over you and moving your head to the left slightly—locking eye contact.
“So, so pretty.” He’d repeat like a mantra, tears pricking your eyes at the overstimulation. You were definitely past your limit, mumbling and crying out sweet nothings.
Something about the look in your eyes of pure want and need sent him over the edge. He quickly latched onto your neck, suckling hard and leaving pretty purple and red hues all over.
“Megs, please—Oh fuck.” You’d whine, bucking your hips onto him.
“Please—Oh god, please cum for me. Fuck—So perfect.” He bit his lip, fastening his speed before releasing all his cum inside of you.
Loud pants would fill the room as he quickly made sure to check on you.
“Are you okay? Oh my god—fuck, im so sorry.” He said, kissing your cheeks and the hickeys he left.
“Megs, it’s okay.” You’d say quietly, still recovering your stamina. You quickly turned and captured him in a hug, smiling and nuzzling into his neck.
—
“So, what happened?” Isagi would eye you and Bachira the next day, gazing at your neck.
“Huh, what do you mean?” You mumbled, glaring daggers at Bachira.
“Right—okay. So, are you guys a thing or..?” He furrowed his brows, gazing at you and Bachira.
synopsis — you and zoro get sent on a ridiculous mission by luffy. it ends with one bed, two swords, and a whole lot of unresolved tension. but zoro’s patience only lasts so long — especially when you keep stretching like that.
content warning — sexual themes
a/n — oh my gosh, you wrote such a sweet message and i appreciate you giving me options lol, it just was so long, the app wouldn’t let me post it, but i hope you enjoy!!!
you should’ve known better than to take a “simple” request from luffy.
“it’s a moonlight crab,” he said, full of wide eyes and chaotic hope. “they only appear during the full moon — but they’re super fast. get two, and sanji’ll make us something real fancy.”
what he didn’t mention was that the crabs are almost invisible, only live in swampy alleys, and bolt into sewer drains at the sound of footsteps. or that it would take you and zoro six hours of chasing after shadows and arguing about directions, all while he mutters “should’ve stayed on the ship” under his breath.
now, you’re standing at the counter of a shady inn, soaking wet from an alley puddle ambush, your boots muddy, your shoulders sore, and zoro’s towel-draped form next to you radiating brooding frustration.
“one room left,” the innkeeper says. “one bed. take it or leave it.” you both glance at each other.
you shrug. “we’ll take it.”
he doesn’t argue. just grunts, grabs the key, and stomps up the stairs.
the room is small. a little damp. there’s only one lantern on the wall, casting a low flicker over the bed — a mattress just barely wide enough for two people who aren’t carrying unresolved tension and years of eye contact that lasted one second too long.
zoro drops his swords by the door and peels off his shirt like it’s nothing, towel still hanging around his neck. your mouth moves before you can stop it.
“gonna do that right in front of me?”
he glances over his shoulder. “what? it’s not like you haven’t seen me shirtless.”
“not in a bedroom.”
he smirks. “then don’t look.” but you do.
you always do.
you peel off your own damp layers, careful to turn your back, but zoro’s eye drags lazily across the shape of you in your undershirt and shorts — the way your spine curves, the dip of your waist. he swallows thickly and turns away like it doesn’t bother him. like he’s not biting the inside of his cheek to stay quiet.
you both climb into bed. on opposite sides. no touching. no words. for maybe five seconds.
“this is stupid,” you mutter.
“what is?”
“you. me. pretending this bed isn’t too small.”
zoro exhales through his nose. “you’re the one that said take it.”
“yeah, well. didn’t expect you to act like you’ve never shared a bed before.” he shifts.
the mattress dips. you feel it — the tension pulling tight like string. like if you breathe too deep, it’ll snap.
“…you want me to move closer?” he asks, voice low.
you blink at the ceiling. “do you want to?”
“yes.”
the next thing you know, zoro’s arm brushes yours under the blanket. his thigh presses against your leg. he’s close enough to feel the heat of his skin and the weight of his stare.
“you’re staring,” you murmur.
“so are you.”
you glance over at him, lips twitching. “something you wanna say?”
he leans in slightly, voice rough. “you never shut up.”
“make me.” that’s all it takes.
his mouth is on yours before you can smirk again — rough, hungry, heated. his kiss is the kind that steals the air from your lungs, all tongue and teeth and possessive growls. his hand slides under your shirt, palm flat against your stomach.
“fuck,” he breathes, lips dragging down your jaw. “i’ve wanted to do that for months.”
you gasp as his hand cups your breast, thumb flicking your nipple through the fabric.
“you could’ve said something.”
“don’t talk,” he mutters. “just let me have you.”
you do.
he yanks your shorts down, then his own, and between kisses and curse words, he’s already rutting against your thigh, thick and hard and leaking against your skin.
“spread your legs,” he growls.
you obey, shivering when his fingers slip between your folds, already soaked.
“you’re so wet,” he mutters. “fuck. is this all for me?”
“who else would it be for?” you snap back, voice breathy, he grins.
“good answer.” then he pushes in.
it’s deep. slow. stretching. your breath stutters at the burn of it, your hands gripping his shoulders as he sinks all the way in, groaning low against your throat.
“fuck—so tight,” he hisses. “feels even better than i thought.”
“you thought about this?” you whisper.
“all the fucking time.”
he sets a pace that makes the bed creak. makes the walls groan. makes you cry out his name more than once, especially when he grabs your thigh and angles you open, hitting deep with every roll of his hips.
“knew you’d take me so well,” he mutters. “knew you were made for this.” you arch into him, nails clawing at his back.
“harder,” you beg.
he gives it to you. brutally. beautifully. one hand around your throat, the other gripping your hip so hard you’re sure you’ll bruise.
you come with a cry, legs locking around his waist, and zoro follows right after — spilling into you with a rough moan and a kiss that leaves you dizzy.
later, when you’re catching your breath, pressed to his chest and feeling the slow rise and fall of him under your cheek, he murmurs:
“you know we’re not just friends anymore, right?”
you hum. “figured.”
“good.” he kisses your forehead.
you fall asleep wrapped in the scent of sweat and steel and zoro’s quiet heartbeat — and when morning comes, neither of you pretends it didn’t happen.
the moonlight crab is squirming in the net. zoro’s holding it out like it personally offended him. you’re standing next to him, arms crossed, a faint bruise on your neck that you definitely don’t plan on explaining. he hasn’t said a word since you left the inn. just grumbled something about “stupid errands” and “waking up sore for no reason that’s worth telling luffy about.”
you, on the other hand, are glowing.
“luffy!” you call, stepping onto the deck of the sunny. “we brought your damn crab!”
he turns around with a mouth full of meat and eyes like a kid on christmas.
“NO WAY! YOU ACTUALLY FOUND IT??” zoro grunts and tosses the net toward him. the crab chirps angrily.
“what are you even gonna do with that thing?” you ask, wiping sweat from your brow.
luffy blinks. “i forgot.”
you stare at him. “you FORGOT?”
“yeah! but it’s okay. now i have a crab friend.” he picks the poor creature up and holds it to his cheek like it’s a teddy bear. “thanks, guys! did you have fun?” zoro stiffens beside you.
you smirk. “we had a very productive night.”
“oh! cool! what’d you do?” zoro starts to open his mouth, then closes it again. you take mercy on him.
“nothing you’d understand.”
“was there a fight?” luffy perks up. “was it cool?? did zoro win?? zoro simply walks away.
you’re still laughing when he disappears down the stairs. luffy stares after him, confused. “what’s with him?”
“maybe ask sanji to make him some stamina food,” you say sweetly.
“stamina food?? why?”
you just pat his head and walk off. some things, you think, are better kept secret. but judging by the way zoro’s eyes find yours later — intense, hot, wordless — it’s not gonna stay a secret much longer and you’re okay with that.
synopsis — when kakashi finally admits how much your jutsu turns him on—and he demands you use it on him… for entirely different purposes
content warning — sexual themes, chakra-based restraint, slight degradation, creampie
a/n — i’ve been writing like crazy to make it up to you guys 🥲 please enjoy and if it sucks keep it to yourself :)
the mission had been ugly, not difficult in the usual way—no flashbang jutsu or high-speed chases—but long. strategic. mind-numbing. you had to track five missing-nin for days, lure them to a single location, and execute them in one swift, coordinated strike. you’d done your part and kakashi—well. he never missed.
by the time you make it back to the inn, your muscles ache and your brain feels like it’s been rung out, but you’ve still got enough energy to take your gear off and pour two cups of sake before sitting next to him on the futon. he’s quiet, as always. mask tugged down, slouched back, one hand resting casually over his stomach.
“you did well,” he says.
you glance at him, amused. “you sound surprised.”
he smirks faintly. “i’m not. just impressed.”
you roll your eyes but feel warmth stir in your chest. praise from kakashi means more than any hokage commendation. he doesn’t waste words.
you sip your drink. “you were clean. didn’t even have to activate your mangekyō.”
“thanks to you.” he pauses, voice lower now. “that jutsu of yours… it’s always impressive. the way they just froze there, locked in place like puppets. i could feel their chakra snapping under your control.”
you tilt your head. “getting turned on, hatake?”
he gives you a deadpan look.
“maybe.”
you blink, surprised by his honesty.
he meets your gaze evenly, not teasing this time. “it’s not just the technique. it’s the way you command the field. how calm you are. how easily you take control. it’s…” he trails off, voice quieter. “intoxicating.” you set your drink down.
“you want to feel it, don’t you?” you ask.
he doesn’t move, but you see the flicker in his eyes. the way his chest rises slightly deeper. you lean in, one knee brushing his thigh. “i could use it on you. just for a little while. you trust me, don’t you?”
he exhales slowly. “more than anyone.”
you smile. “then lie back.”
he obeys — you kneel beside him, hands glowing with soft blue chakra, weaving the familiar symbols in the air. you don’t bind him completely—just his arms, with an invisible force that holds his wrists gently above his head, fingers twitching against the jutsu’s grip.
his breathing changes. not panicked. just deeper.
“how does it feel?” you murmur.
“strange,” he says. “like i want to move—but don’t need to.”
you lean down and kiss him—slow and warm, your fingers dragging over his chest. he kisses you back, lips parting slightly, head pressing deeper into the pillow as you straddle his hips.
“you always this quiet when you’re under someone’s control?” you tease.
“just don’t want to miss anything,” he replies, voice gravelly.
you drag your mouth down his chest, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, fingers working his pants down until his cock springs free—already thick, flushed, hard.
you hum. “looks like you like it.”
he lets out a low breath. “i’m a simple man.”
you wrap your hand around him—tight, slow, pumping from base to tip. his stomach tenses. his hips twitch, but the jutsu keeps him still. you lick your lips. lean down. and take him into your mouth.
he groans immediately. you drag your tongue along the underside, slow and steady, pressing your lips tight as you sink down, taking him halfway, then pulling off with a wet pop. he’s breathing harder now, hands twitching in the restraint.
“fuck,” he mutters. “if this is what your enemies feel when they’re caught, no wonder they freeze up.”
you laugh softly, kissing the tip before crawling back up and positioning yourself above him.
“they don’t get this part,” you say. “you do.”
you guide him inside—slow, savoring the stretch as you sink down fully. he lets out a hiss, eyes fluttering shut as you roll your hips once, twice.
“you feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, voice tight.
“say more,” you whisper, hands on his chest. “tell me how it feels.”
“perfect,” he breathes. “like you were made for this.”
you start riding him properly—grinding deep, slow, the wet drag of him inside you slick and loud in the quiet room. he moans softly, muscles tense from the restraint, chest heaving under your hands.
“you’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” you whisper.
he nods. “you already do.”
you lean down, kissing his jaw, moving your hips faster now—your walls fluttering around him, the pressure building in your stomach as he throbs deep inside you.
“i’m close,” you gasp, nails digging into his skin. “kakashi—”
“cum,” he pants. “come for me, baby. let go.”
and you do.
you fall apart around him, clenching hard, riding the wave as your legs tremble. he groans, loud, body straining against the jutsu—and you release it just in time for his hands to grab your hips and pull you down hard as he cums deep inside you. hot, thick, endless.
you collapse on his chest, both of you panting, sweat cooling on your skin.
he strokes your back softly. “definitely my favorite jutsu.”
HI LOVEE!! i love ur writing omg .. can u do a oneshot of itatchi and fem reader with the reader joining the akatsuki? like .. its very obvious theyre new to this stuff. would love to see his reaction of a klutzy reader LOL maybe a litttle smutty portion 😝😝
from dani: HIIII i love u and ur writing hehehe 🤭
cw; a little bit of cutesie sfw at the beginning + little smut drabble (praise, nibbling, hickies, slight degradation)
ITACHI was always the member of the akatsuki that distanced himself away from the rest, he paid no mind to deidara neither hidans hysterias. though, when the newest member of the akatsuki was assigned to his and kisame’s team his interest began to peak. the aura you refined was always bubbly and kind and perhaps that is why itachi was so fond of you. despite his common eye rolls and scoffs, he was truly fascinated on how pain could have contracted someone like you. sure, he could tell kisame you were a bother at times— more or so because you always found yourself in a pickle. even though you were a rogue ninja, you never took any situation seriously, and most times seeked itachi for help, but this was only done on purpose because you had began to catch onto how much itachi began to look after you. itachi would often tell kisame that he could sit back and relax and leave the mission to just he and yourself, but it was only to have some alone time with you. he would always tell kisame that he would save him the mental exhaustion from dealing with you and to just leave it to him. he sure thought that he could outsmart you, but you were far more emotionally balanced than he was. itachi would always be sure catch you when you trip on your own feet, quick enough to grasp his hands against your waist with his face ever so close to yours. one time you grew the courage to cup his cheek in a palm, but before you could inch any closer to his mouth hidan interrupted with a, “[name] are you seriously gonna try and kiss itachi right now?!”
itachi grew an adoration for you as time went by, he would find himself smirking when you’d giggle, or even joining in with a slight chuckle. it was clear and obvious, but very unclear to itachi. slowly but surely he began to realize that what attracted him the most about you, was how clueless and helpless you were sometimes. he loved watching you get lost in your thoughts, with a finger pressed up against your chin with your lips ajar— you looked the cutest in such position. he blink softly before a chuckle escaped him, “you look so stupid, close your mouth before a fly gets in there.” he smirked, closing his eyes and looking away from you.”
you jumped up, “ohh! shut up, itachi who gave you the right to stare at me anyway!” you stood with a hand on your hip, rolling your eyes at him. when you reopened your pupils, you could feel the hair on your arms curl up and your cheeks radiate with heat.
itachi stood in front of you, his eyes hazed and lower than usual, the way he looked upon you was almost animalistic. the side of his lips quirked up, his thumb rolling over the pendant of his ring. “hmm, you sure are quiet as of now…” he watched as you muttered nonsense under your breath, taking two steps back before nearly knocking yourself over. he was quick to go under your wing, grabbing onto your hip and pushing you against the table. his lips neared the tips of your ears, his breath sending a sequence of shivers down your back. “you’re always falling over something, and i always have to catch you…” your breath hitched as his fingers scanned your waist, peeling back your akatsuki robe.
“itachi…—“
“and of course, you always have something to say.” he watched as your robe nearly dissolved off of your figure, falling to the ground with a light poof. his lips inched closer to your neck, he could feel your body begin to tremble and it only enticed the hunger at the out of his stomach deeper. a low grumble receded off his throat, a satisfied moan vibrating against your skin as he ran his tongue across your beating throat. he kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin of your nape, you were driving him crazier and crazier with every sweet symphony that fell from your mouth. his teeth lightly digging into your skin as he sucked on parts of your skin; leaving marks all over. he parted ways from your neck, “mm, i think i like how noisy you usually are, let’s fix that?”
he grinned as you frantically nodded, bucking your hips against him. his hands went beneath your thighs, lifting you up and sitting you on top of the table; he was quick to run his fingers down your clothed slit. he sucked in a breath, “fuck you’re already so wet..!” he nearly hissed at you, pressing the bulge hidden behind his pants up against your cunt; grunting as his cock twitched in response. when you gasped he felt as though you sucked in the oxygen from him, he moved with such hunger; rolling your pants off of your waist and off your legs. using one hand to pry your thighs open, he spat on two of his fingers, slicking it back and forth along your slit, drenching your panties in his saliva. you moaned as your palms suctioned onto the table, throwing your head back as he played with your cunt through your underwear. he was so mesmerized, sharingan out in action as he examined how your panties got wetter and wetter and the only thing that held him back from spitting out vile words was the way his teeth gnawed on his bottom lip. his free hand worked its way to his groin, dropping his pants and pushing his length out of his briefs. he was thick and swollen with precum spewing from the tip, he swallowed a grunt. “you’ve got me all worked up…” he leaned in towards you, accepting your hands as they immediately found habitat in his bundle of tresses. he smirked as he noticed his previous actions had began to leave a trail. “seeing you being marked as mine fulfills me so greatly…” sweat trickled off his forehead and onto yours, poking your clothed cunt with the tip of his length, groaning at the mere thought of being so close to you.
“itachi, please please! i need you so bad, please just make me yours..!” you whimpered beneath him, thrusting against him to feel his warmth once more.
he hummed at your response, snaking his hand down and pulling your panties to the side, lifting them and moving them to the side; dropping them with a loud snap. you mewled at the sting, before your mouth dropped agape; your legs wrapped around his waist before you gasped and choked on a moan.
“fuck, you feel… so good, shit..” he snuck his head into the nape of your neck, drawing a trail of sloppy kisses and extra nibbles. he panted as he slid in and out of your sopping wet cunt, he was fascinated at the sounds that slipped out of your mouth, but also the way your fingernails dug into his scalp and back. he unhooked his head from your neck, lifting himself up as he used both hands to push and fold your thighs up to your chest. “mm, fuck your pussy looks so good taking me..!” he muttered as the sounds of his heavy balls collided with your drenched skin completely took over ever thinking capability he had. his thumb found your clit, keeping his left hand on your left thigh as his thumb toyed with your swollen bud.
you nearly screamed under your breath, “oh fuck, itachi… mm shit just—! just like …” you moaned as he vigorously drew eights on your sweet spot, “s-shit, ‘m gonna cum, itachi please!” tears welled in your eyes, your mind being fucked into oblivion all you could think about was how empty you’d feel one second when he’d slip out of your cunt, and how fucking full you were the second he thrusted back into you.
itachi’s fingers dug into your hips, dragging you down closer to him. “you look so fucking good, being fucked to stupidity by my cock…” his necklace hung over your face as his grew closer to you, keeping your legs bent across your stomach, “i knew you were an idiot, but you look even better when you’re getting fucked stupid by me.” he grunted as he felt your body tremble, your moans being cut in and out with a set of gasps following behind. you muttered his name as your face was shoved into his toned chest. he groaned, slipping his length out of you before spewing his seed across your cunt. he moaned in session, his hips twitching with each release of cum.
you both were a mess made up of sweat and cum, your hair sticking to your face with spit dribbling down your chin. your body was flared up in heat as was his, his hair completely knocked out of the ponytail it once laid in. the two of you had completely disregarded the fact that just about any of the other members could have walked in the midst of your actions, but quite frankly itachi wouldn’t have cared to have anyone walk in and witness him claim what was his.
sasuke and gaara’s reaction to the reader getting new piercings. it can be nsfw if u want hehe. ty!
sweet surprise; naruto various
synopsis — when their s/o gets a new piercing
content warning — munch activities, cawk blowing, established relationship
a/n — i hope you don’t mind me adding neji, i adore him so much !!
♡ neji hyuga
trying to tiptoe into your bedroom, your heart fluttered at the sight. neji. his long hair spread across the pillow, as he slept comfortably in your bed. turning your back to place your bag in your closet, just as it was sitting on the ground, you flinched at the sound of his voice.
“you’re still terrible at being quiet,” he said, making you face him, he sat upright, shirtless, his cursed seal showing on his forehead.
“neji,” you cheered, rushing over to plop on top of him. despite his groaning, he reached for your waist, caressing your hip.
“i’ve missed you so much,” you pouted, sitting up in his lap.
“i’ve missed you more,” he whispered, a small smile in place.
your mission had been almost an entire month, and for neji to say he missed you, verbally, you knew it was the truth.
“oh, i almost forgot, i wanted to show you something,” you gasped, beginning to unbutton your shirt. his larger hands continued caressing your hips, watching intently as you began to remove your top, revealing the jewelry that was on your nipples.
“what do you think?” you bit your lip, as he slowly reached to cup them, massaging softly.
“do they hurt?”
“at first, but i got them at the beginning of my mission, they are practically healed,” you hummed, as he brushed his fingers against your nipples.
“they’re pretty,” he said, making you smile.
“i was worried you wouldn’t like them-oh,” you moaned as neji leaned down, his tongue lapping over the piercing, twisting around the jewelry.
“i think they’re perfect,” he said lowly, before latching onto your nipple, sucking softly. using his thumb, he brushed over the other — while his free hand, lifted your skirt, squeezing your ass.
“hey neji, is y/n back yet?” rock lee yelled, knocking on the door.
“shouldn’t we come back?” ino asked.
“she’s been away an entire month, don’t you miss her?” lee whined.
“of course i do, but don’t you think, she wants to spend time with neji?” she asked.
“she spends the most time with neji,” sai said.
making eye contact with neji, you could only laugh, at the aggravated expression. pulling away, he pulled you into a hug.
“make them wait,” he said coldly.
“you do have me all the time, it will only be for a while, a few hours at most,” you pouted.
“fine, since your friends are much more important,” he sighed.
“our friends, and they miss me just as much as you-
“that is impossible,” he interrupted making you smile.
“when i am home, we can continue, love you,” you said, kissing his lips, slipping back into the shirt, beginning to button it, as you turned to head out.
“love you too,” he whispered, laying back in bed.
♡ sasuke uchiha
“hey,” you called out to sasuke, as he leaned against the tree, his eyes closed and arms crossed.
“i’ve been looking for you for nearly two hours, where were you?” you asked, as you got closer.
“you said you would only be away a few weeks, it’s been almost a month,” he frowned, looking away.
“you can’t be serious, don’t be a baby, you’re always away much longer than me”
“it’s not the same”
“how is it not the-
before you could finish, sasuke grabbed your jaw, squishing your cheeks.
“open your mouth,” he whispered, as you pulled away, smiling, before sticking your tongue out.
“do you like it? i got it a few weeks ago,” you flickered your tongue at him.
“tsk, you look like a slut,” he rolled his eyes.
“yeah, the strongest slut in this village”
“take it out”
“no, it has it’s perks”
“and what would those be?”
“i haven’t tried anything out yet, but it’s just an idea,” you said, going to your knees, and reaching for his pants. he didn’t say anything, watching intensely. taking out his cock, you chuckled.
“i’m the slut, but you’re rock hard,” you said before you began teasing his tip. twirling your tongue around, sucking, then pulling away. looking into his dark eyes, you took in as much as possible, before your head began moving back and forth.
he stood tall, groaning lowly, his eyes occasionally making sure no one was around, but for the most part, they couldn't leave you. you were a pro, only you could suck his cock like a slut, and still be a princess in his eyes. the coolness and smooth surface of the piercing brought a foreign, but euphoric sensation to his body.
drool ran down your chin, as he fucked your mouth. your hands went under his shirt, touching his toned abdomen. his breathing became heavier, as grunts escaped from his mouth. feeling his cock twitching, you pulled him out.
“are you close?” you asked, biting your lip, as he nodded.
“then, you can finish yourself off, i’m not risking ruining my brand new dress,” you smiled, standing up, dusting off your knees.
glaring at you, he begrudgingly began stroking himself. his eyes were focused on you, as he grunted, his seed painting the grass and leaves. wiping your mouth, it was your turn to lean against the tree with your arms crossed.
“don't look at me like that, did you even miss me? i come back from a mission and i am met with a cold shoulder,” you laughed, looking away, as he fixed his pants.
“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you,” he grumbled, approaching you.
“doesn't feel like it, i look like a slut to you?”
“my slut,” he mumbled, as he pulled you closer, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
sharing the hungriest kiss, you could feel his desperation. the way he would bite your lip, before sucking it, squeezing your ass, before moving up to your waist, to pull you even closer. he liked the way the tongue ring glided against his tongue. pulling away, the two of you stared into each other eyes, panting, a dark tint on his cheeks.
“we should get back, i promised hinata and kiba we’d get ramen,” you said, your face burning, under his analyzing gaze.
“you were right”
“about what exactly?”
“the perks”
♡ gaara
“lord kazekage, you have a guest,” the secretary spoke to gaara, who nodded, continuing to read through the stack of paperwork.
“lord kazekage,” you spoke, entering the office, bowing, as gaara eyes immediately went to you. as soon as the door shut, he was instantly on his feet, walking to you, to pull you into his arms.
“i’ve missed you,” he whispered into your ear.
“it’s only been two months, and it was a success,” you told him, but he didn’t seem to be listening.
“two months is quite a long time to be apart from you,” he said, his face turning red immediately — extremely embarrassed that he allowed his mouth to run so freely.
“aww, gaara, you have no idea how much i’ve missed you too, oh, there’s something i’d like to show you,” you said, turning to lock the door, before going to the window, closing the curtains.
“what is it, y/n?” he asked, curiously, but you simply touched his chest, batting your eyelashes.
“you’ll see,” you smirked, as you began to unbutton your shorts.
“uh, y-y/n, what are you doing?”
“showing you my surprise, don’t you want to see?” you asked, placing a kiss onto his lips.
“yes please,” he nearly moaned.
backing up to his desk, you slowly lowered the shorts, along with your panties, before sitting on the edge of the desk.
“why don’t you take a peak?” you chuckled, biting your lip, as he gulped, nodding his head.
spreading your legs, he gasped at the piercing that was on your clitoris. his eyes widened, as he gulped once more, going to his knees.
“your-it’s-” he struggled to speak, glancing up at you.
“you can touch her, she’s healed,” you said, moaning as he nodded, his thumb going to your clit. rubbing softly, he watched in amazement.
“taste her, gaara,” you moaned, as his tongue was immediately on your clit. his eyes full of concentration, as he grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer.
kissing your glistening clit, before hungrily consuming her. he moaned lowly, his fingers pressing into your thighs. removing his hat, your fingers found their way to his red tresses, running through softly. your eyes could hardly stay open, as his tongue repeatedly lapped over your pussy.
furrowing your eyebrows, you whined lowly, repeating ‘i’m close’, in a whispered rush, the orgasm escaping, as your leg began shaking.
your hand was pressed against your mouth, as you tried your best to conceal your moan. sucking onto your clit, a giggle slipped out of your mouth. pulling away, he quickly licked his lips, before standing — red in the face.
“what do you think of her?” you asked him, wiping he juice from his cheek.
summary: kakashi invited you out for drinks, and of course you accepted! drink after drink, words after words. quickly, both of you fall into a drunken state.
notes: drinking, masturbation (f), INSANE awkwardness. like. second hand embarrassment . 1644 words
"nice to see you come out of your house for once." kakashi eyed you, looking you up and down as you entered the bar. you two haven't seen each other in quite awhile, it was the typical workflow of a jonin at cause.
"isn't that right? i try my hardest not to." you groaned, pulling a chair out and sitting next to him, laughing softly.
"just keep getting pulled into things." you continued, ordering a shot for both you and kakashi. the male at the bar quickly nodded, pouring your drinks and sliding them over.
"heard you were dealing with a team, never took you for the type." kakashi murmured, circling the rim of his shot glass while looking at you closely.
"that cuck of a hokage, i swear." you grimaced before rubbing your temples.
"you'd be right. i originally wasn't supposed to, but after being begged for days on end, anyone would give up." you frowned, remembering that kakashi took on a team as well.
"you have a team too, don't you? it's been awhile." you said, grabbing your shot glass alongside kakashi, hastily downing it together.
"ah, yes. you'd be right. a team of trouble makers is what they are." he chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes. for as long as you knew kakashi, he was one to typically stay to himself if he could. him picking up a new team was incredibly surprising which lead you to think maybe the hokage begged him too.
"i see, that sounds like fun." you mocked him, eyeing the empty glass, signaling for another round.
"whatever, let's stop talking about work, i'm getting a headache." you whined, the same man coming back with another round of shots.
you both turned to each other, grabbing the shot glass and holding it up.
"cheers!"
"ou—h, holy fuck." you whimpered, rubbing your head as kakashi leaned back in his chair.
"you really know how to handle your liquor, don't you?" you bit your lip, trying to balance your mind.
"no." was the only thing he said before he hunched over the bar table, groaning. it was no surprise that you two drank way too much. you moved your hand over to his back, rubbing circles into it.
"we—really need to get home." you looked at the timed before looking at kakashi's drunken state. you didn't really expect him to let loose like this.
"kakashi, get up. we need to leave, we've been here for quite a bit." you laughed to yourself, waiting for kakashi's response.
"kakashi?" you pushed him slightly, trying to get a reaction before he shifted, lifting his head up.
"yeah, yeah. let's—go." he said, standing up and paying for the tab, repositioning his feet to gain balance. he was wobbling slightly, but rather than that, he seemed fine.
"i'll walk you home." he mumbled, smiling through his mask. both of you guys made your way to the exit as he opened the door for you.
"so, tell me about the kids." kakashi spoke first, trying to make conversation.
"they're not too bad. i just.. never saw myself as a teacher." you sighed, the alcohol getting to your feels.
"i just—could never be the perfect teacher, you know? there's so much i have to do, and fuck—if any of them got hurt i'd be livid." you looked down at the ground. it's only been a few weeks, but the kids you're training already mean so much to you as you do them.
"..i get it." kakashi listened as you guys walked, a comfortable silence adorning the journey. his words took you by surprise, but you made no comment of it.
"this was fun. i wish we could hang out more." you stuttered out, fumbling with your hands at the embarrassing declaration. you saw kakashi's eye widen, then narrow into a smile.
"why didn't you say that to begin with? i don't mind it at all, i enjoy it too." he said, moving his hands to his pockets.
"that's good to know then. we need to catch up more." you quickly peered into the sky, trying to avoid his looks but also in attempt to admire the stars.
"we do." he hummed, the alcohol buzzing in his system. he had so many questions he wanted to ask, and luckily, the alcohol gave him the strength to do so.
"do you.. have a boyfriend?" he asked, his eyes locked onto you and your reaction at the question.
"oh—um. not really. i mean—no. no i don't." you mentally grimaced at your slip up, but you were also curious to see if he had a girlfriend or what not.
"do you have a girlfriend?"
"no."
the comfortable silence then turned into awkward silence as your hands then began to sweat.
"why not? i mean.. you have the looks." you laughed. honestly, great job. you're just digging your hole deeper and deeper.
you heard his breath hitched as he let out a hearty laugh. "i'm glad you think so. i think.. i'm just too busy in a way. who would want to be with a ninja? too many risks too." he shrugged before you interrupted him.
"i would. maybe only because i'm a ninja too. i just think it'd be easier to bond." kakashi didn't respond, his eyes just widening again. it didn't hit you what you just implied until a few minutes later, deciding to leave it there. you guys made it to your house, and it left you feeling empty. the hang out was just too short, and the walk to your house was even shorter.
"ah, hey. do you maybe want to stay for a bit? you know, we've both been drinking and stuff. and um—don't want you out wandering by yourself this late." you fumbled with your fingers again before kakashi quickly nodded entering with you in your house.
part of this felt domestic to him, leaving a faint blush on his face.
"i—appreciate the invite." he mumbled, taking his shoes off.
"um, i think i have spare clothes for you. soma—the kid in my team—comes over here pretty often." you smiled, walking to the next room over to search for clothes. he followed, admiring the house.
"this is a nice place." he looked at the bamboo flooring and the wooden walls. seemed pretty expensive and comfortable.
"thank you! here's a shirt and some shorts. i hope they fit you." you looked down as you handed the clothes over to him, quickly stepping out of the room so he could change.
time went by before he emerged out of the room in soma's clothes. it looked honestly great on him, but a little silly to see kakashi in a graphic tee.
"looks good! i have a guest room next to mine, i'll lay out a futon." you said, hastily moving around the house to situate the guest room. it was only a little messy because the boy who you thought of as a son just likes to show up randomly. kakashi only stood and watched you clean up the room, his wobbling only getting progressively worse.
"okay, here! i'm sorry for the wait." you smiled softly, groaning as the dizziness got worse.
"thank you." he hummed, holding his head in his hands, taking off his headband. when his hair is down he genuinely looks like a model. a faint blush adorned your face.
"no problem. if you need anything, i'll be in my room." he nodded as you left the room to leave him privacy.
3:56 AM
you couldn't sleep at all, the heat and alcohol were starting to catch up to you, leaving you restless. it wasn't only that, but it was the fact that the man that you loved since you were a child was in the room next to yours.
thinking back on how kakashi looked with his headband off, how he looked with a tight fitting tee only served to make it worse, feeling a pool of arousal building up. you bit your lip, berating yourself before you shuffled to remove your shorts.
"oh this is—horrible." you choked out, feeling your panties getting doused in your juices.
"so—sorry." you whined quietly, whispering apologies to kakashi before you pushed the lace to the side, immediately plunging two fingers inside of you. you shivered, twitching slightly before readjusting your position, hiking one knee out.
"ah, fuckkk." you hissed, pushing the fingers in and out in a repetitive motion, mumbling sweet nothings. you quickly pushed your fingers as far as they would go, curling them against your g spot before you let out a semi loud yelp. your eyes widened at the sudden noise before slapping your other hand on your mouth.
oh, you hoped to god kakashi wasn't awake.
at the same time, the thought of kakashi possibly getting off on your moans only excited you more, your fingers still pushing and curling against your g spot.
"o—h. perfect." your leg twitched before moving the hand on your mouth lower to your breasts, massaging the flesh as you soon climaxed.
an embarrassing new record.
8:35 AM
you woke up early, relaxing on the living room couch as you waited for kakashi to get up. you figured you'd try to make him breakfast instead, quietly moving pots and pans around so you could cook for him.
not even a few minutes passed before kakashi entered the room, yawning.
"mornin.'" another yawn escaped his mouth before looking over to see what you were doing.
"makin' breakfast?" he hummed, sitting down at a chair near the kitchen table.
you nodded, smiling. "yeah, i didn't mean to wake you, i didn't even thing i was that loud." you apologized, biting your lip.
"not your fault, walls are just thin." he shrugged.
"oh yeah, they are. guess i forgot." you thought about it before dismissing it.
synopsis — itachi uchiha with pregnant s/o extended
a/n — i love itachi and the shorter hc version with the other uchiha will be up this weekend
first month
humming the same song that had been stuck in your head for the last few days, you carefully stacked the dango balls onto the small stick, neatly placing them onto a plate.
itach would arrive anytime today, and you hoped that he would finally be able to relax. however, due to your lack of shinobi abilities, you hadn’t even noticed, that he had been standing in the doorway for the past twenty minutes, watching in adoration. you were so concentrated, making sure all of the dangos were evenly shaped and distributed.
anyhow, there was something strange about you. it had been nearly a month since he had been away from you. was it the new dress, the fresh hairstyle, different polish used on your nails this time? no, although all the things he adored on you, and took in, these weren’t what made you seem different.
“oh kami, you scared me, when did you make it in?” you asked, sitting down the plate that you almost dropped. raising your arms to embrace him.
“long enough to hear your beautiful voice,” he smirked, as you hugged him close, and that’s when he realized it. your chakra, how did he not see it before? your chakra was not very strong, you weren’t a shinobi or anything, so it did not need to be. yet, here you stood, with the chakra stronger than usual, resembling that of a uchiha.
activating his eyes, he stared at you, watching as the chakra surrounding your body. he could see your chakra, still small, deep within your core, but there was another, as if someone…as if someone was inside of you.
slowly, his hand moved to your stomach, and his heart dropped, feeling the chakra pouring into his hand.
“itachi, what are you doing?” you asked confusedly.
“you’re pregnant, i can’t determine how long, but i can see the chakra,” he said, as you gasped.
“seriously? don't joke like that,” you said.
“i am being serious,” he said, as you squealed in excitement.
you had been a bit restless and to think it was possibly from being pregnant with itachi’s child. you were filled with joy at the news. how could you not be? meanwhile, itachi stood awkwardly, he didn't know how to take in the news. how could he be so careless?
you didn't even know that he was sick, he had been hiding all of the evidence, to keep you from worrying. blaming being fatigued on his missions. taking one look at itachi’s face, and all of that previous joy faded away.
“you don't want a baby? it doesn't fit your lifestyle, living rogue and stuff,” you pulled away from him, fidgeting with your fingers.
“what?”
“i can see on your face, in your eyes, this isn't what you want. say the words and i’ll get rid of it,” you said, turning your back to him, mainly to hide the tears building up in your eyes.
“this was unplanned and i feel it is because of my carelessness. regardless, this has been made out of love between you and i. if you would like to keep them, then that's what we will do. what would you like, angel?” he said, reaching to pull you close, and turn you around, wiping your eyes.
“i want to keep it,” you whispered.
“then we will, there is no need to cry your eyes out, we will be parents, okay?”
“okay?” you nodded, accepting his kiss.
third month
“ugh, what is that terrible smell,” you groaned, climbing out of your burrito of blankets. your breasts were aching and itching, you were tired, and you felt like you needed to throw up. however, you were on high alert because itachi was nowhere to be found. he hadn't said anything about leaving for another mission.
holding onto the railing, you slowly walked downstairs. relaxing as you could see itachi sitting on your back porch, but your eyebrows furrowed at his hard coughing. approaching the door, he looked back at you, smiling softly.
“good morning, angel”
“are you alright, i could hear you coughing-
“i'm okay, are you having morning sickness?” he asked, but you shook your head.
“not today, i just woke up because i smelled something that was just vile to my nose, in the room”
“vile? it may be the baby, i read that your pregnancy could affect your sense of smell”
“maybe, whatever it is, they hate it, and so now it is bothering me,” you sighed, scratching your belly. your bump was barely visible but in a form fitting outfit, you could see clear as day, the baby growing inside.
turning away from you, itachi began coughing again, bringing a rag to his mouth, and your heart dropped, seeing a bit of blood, before he wiped it away.
“was that blood? we need to call a doctor?”
“i am fine-
he started, but, reaching over, you snatched the cloth from him, gasping at all of the blood.
“i'm going get a medical-
“y/n, stop, i’m f-
“do not tell me you are fine, not when you're coughing up all of this blood, this isn't normal or healthy,” you stressed.
“i need to talk to you, i've kept something from you”
“what?”
“please, sit down,” he reached for your hand, helping you sit next to him before he began to explain everything to you. his terminal illness, the symptoms, the partial blindness. it left you stunned with tears in your eyes.
“do you know how much longer you have?” you sniffled.
“don't stress about me, i’ll be here every step of the way, and i'll be here for the birth of our child,” he reassured, reaching for your hand, bringing your fingers to his lips.
“we could get you some help-
“my fate is sealed, but there is still much to do and see before i leave you, trust me”
“do you promise?”
“i promise, i won’t be leaving you anytime soon, or you,” he said, reaching to rub your stomach.
sixth month
“how do you feel?” you whispered, replacing the cool cloth from itachi’s forehead with a fresh one.
“i will be fine, thank you,” he said, tiredly staring at you, as your fingers interlocked.
when he arrived last night, he was in a terrible state, with a high fever, coughing up blood, and in pain. while he insisted that you got some rest, he would sleep on the floor in the living room, to not bother you. you dragged him to your fluffy duvet, tending to him until he was able to fall asleep.
“you don’t have to thank me, i want to take care of you, even in this state, you are still as strong as ever to me,” you said, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
as you pulled away, he reached out his hand, his fingers brushing against your bump.
“your bump has grown”
“they are very active, especially at night, i can hardly sleep from all the kicking”
“i missed another milestone,” he said, sounding defeated.
“so did i, it started when i was sleeping, but talking to them, seems to calm them down, would you like to feel it?” you smiled as he slowly nodded.
taking his hand, you placed it into your entire belly, sighing as he caressed softly.
“i can feel their chakra,” he sitting up, suddenly. you were worried about him being up, but with the concentrated look on his face, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him.
“does that mean their strong?”
“yes, at first, it was meshed with your own, but it is separate now, it is almost radiating off of you”
“then they’re more you than me,” you laughed.
“hi baby, it’s your mother and your father is with me this time, speak to them, tachi,” you continued.
“hello, my offspring,” he said awkwardly, making you laugh. there wasn't any movement when suddenly, you felt a sharp kick.
“oh god, that got them excited,” you groaned, as itachi continued rubbing your belly.
“your mother works very hard to make sure you're healthy, you have to be kind to her,” he spoke, his voice softer than before.
activating his eyes, he examined your stomach.
“itachi, you shouldn't use your eyes,” you lightly scolded him.
“i need to see clearly”
“what are you trying to see?”
“the baby, it-the chakra is very strong for this stage of life, i wanted to see how big they were, beyond being a fetus, and-
“and what?” you asked, panicking, as his hands dropped, a stunned expression on his face.
“it is a girl,” he managed to get out.
“a girl? are you sure? don't prank me,” you said, excitedly, tears building up in your eyes.
“i can see her clearly, she is already perfect,” he said, when you felt another kick from your stomach.
“i think she likes your voice,” you cried, placing your hands on top of his.
“i love you, more than my own life, you and your mother, are the light in my darkness,” he spoke, placing a kiss on your belly.
“we love you too,” you felt yourself getting emotional all over again.
“of course you do, angel,” he said, carefully tugging you to lay next to him, as he continued whispering sweet nothings to you and the evidence of the both of you, who continued to grow in your belly.
ninth month
“i leave for an hour and you’re already on your feet,” itachi spoke, the small bag of herbs in his hand.
“this laundry was calling my name,” you smiled, continuing to hang the clothing on the clothesline.
“that’s enough labor for now,” he told you, approaching you, his hands moving to your swollen belly. you were absolutely stunning, wearing the pink dress. he never thought he would ever find the color so perfect.
“i’m almost d-ugh,” you reached up, before your hands quickly went to your stomach, feeling a sharp pain.
instantly, itachi activated his eyes, he knew he shouldn’t be using them, they were making his sight worse, but when it came to you, he couldn’t care about the consequences. groaning in pain as you felt another sharp contraction.
“itachi,” you cried, as he held you up, carefully examining your bump.
“she’s coming,” he mumbled, more to himself. picking you up, he carried you into the house, carefully laying you onto the floor, propping up your head.
“are you getting a doctor?” you said, trying to concentrate your breathing.
“there is no time, you seem to have induced your own labor with your laundry, she is ready to come out, now,” he said, leaving to get towels.
placing them next to him, as he came back, he carefully lifted your dress.
“you’re doing this?”
“yes, i can see her”
“you aren’t supposed to be using your eyes”
“don’t worry about me angel, focus on your breathing,” he said ignoring your worrying words.
caressing your stomach, he examined your body, as you shut your eyes, taking slow deep breaths.
“on the count of three, you will begin pushing, we can switch your position if needed,” he instructed, slowly counting down.
six hours, three hundred sixty minutes, the sun was completely gone. your body was on fire, running entirely on adrenaline. your face wet from sweat and tears.
“i can't do this,” you cried to itachi, for the millionth time. his heart hurt as you cried out to him, begging him to take away the pain.
“she’s almost here, angel, one last push,” he said, taking a firm, but gentle, hold onto the baby, catching her as she eased from your womanhood. she cried loudly, easily drowning out any noise you made.
as your placenta followed, he quickly removed it, beginning to clean her body. wrapping her into the red blanket, he carefully placed her into your arms, while helping you sit up. her crying becoming lower by the second, as she finally stopped, opening her eyes, she stared at the both of you.
“she’s beautiful”
“perfect,” you both spoke at the same time.
she had the signature black hair and eyes, a small smile slowly appearing on her face. lowering the top of your dress, you began to breastfeed her, itachi watching in awe. you were an absolute angel, the most beautiful woman he’d ever come across. his daughter, she had completely taken his breath away, he couldn’t help but hover, wanting to take in every inch of her face.
“thank you, y/n,” he said, leaning close to kiss your cheeks.
“she has your hair and eyes,” you smiled tiredly.
“common traits of the uchiha clan members, however, she looks more like my mother and sasuke,” he smiled softly, as you glanced at him. he never brought up his mother to you.
“your mother?”
“mikoto, she was beautiful inside and out, with the most gentle eyes, i favored my father, while sasuke took after her,” he said, as the newborn began to move around, her tiny hand latching onto itachi’s finger.
“i think she likes that name”
“perhaps,” he said, admiring her.
“maybe we could name her something that will keep your mother in our memory-
“miko, if you'd like to name her something else that is fine with me, but i’d like to call her miko”
“miko it is, she’ll know that she is named after who she resembles, her beautiful grandmother”
tenth month
“shh, shh, are you hungry? what’s the matter?” you stressed, trying to breastfeed miko, but she didn’t seem to be hungry, still crying loudly.
you were trying to be considerate of itachi, he needed rest too, after having a fever the last two nights, but you couldn’t figure out what the problem was.
“let me try?” he spoke, behind you.
“you should be resting,” you said, but he shook his head, carefully taking her into his arms. rocking her gently, her cries slowly stopped, as she stared into his eyes.
“i couldn’t rest, when she is crying like this,” he said, as you buried your face in your hands.
“what am i doing wrong?”
“she has her entire life to build a bond with you, don’t worry, angel,” he told you, sitting down as you went to prepare a bottle with the breast milk you had been pumping.
“she is a daddy’s girl, i can’t blame her, but i wish she would at least let me cuddle her too,” you pouted, sitting next to him, as he began to feed her the milk.
you sat in a comfortable silence, until you noticed itachi’s expression. focused but frustrated, he was thinking hard about something.
“what’s on your mind?”
“sasuke…he is searching for me and is close,” is all he said.
“so we leave, i’m sure we can find a place in another village somewhere else-
“he is consumed by vengeance, he will not stop, until we meet”
“itachi, he will want to fight,” you shook your head.
“he has grown to be a worthy opponent”
“so you’ll fight him until you kill him?”
“i could never bring myself to kill him”
“so you’re letting him kill you, how could you do?” your leg begin to shake as you fought back the urge to scream at him, ready to beg him to change his mind.
“there are many things i have kept from you, that will be revealed in time, but this will come to pass. i hope you find it in your heart to forgive me for leaving you and miko alone in this world. the things i have done, sasuke will be given the revenge he seeks,” he said, sitting the bottle down, beginning to burp miko.
“please don’t do this, tell him the truth, the secrets-
“all will be revealed, but my destiny was determined that night. listen to me, you are to go to konoha and raise miko where i know she will stand a chance at having a bright childhood. let her know how much i love her, how much i love you, her beautiful mother. that if i could’ve had things differently, we could’ve been a happy family together. she is and will always be my greatest mission, nothing has been accomplished so perfectly. my precious miko, i know i may be asking for too much, but please,” he said, as you began to crumble, trying to hold back your tears. he wasn’t the type to beg, but here he sat, his eyes pleading with your own.
“okay”
“and you, my beloved. heal and move on from me, miko is the evidence of our love, but i do not expect you to remain alone-
“how could you ever tell me to do something like that?” you cried.
“i hoped that you would say that, it hurts to think of it, but i promise i won’t be upset if you have another. just make sure he loves you ten times more than i love you and miko and that he isn’t weak, to be able to protect you both,” he said, reaching to hold your cheek.
“i love you so much”
“i love you too,” he smiled tiredly, accepting you into his embrace as he held you in his arms.
“when do you leave?”
“tomorrow night,” he said, making you look over at him suddenly, beginning to cry harder, just thinking of how soon he would be gone, hurt you greatly.
“so soon?”
“i know angel, but let me hold you tonight, i would like to take in every moment we have together,” he said when miko tugged his hair.
“you too, my beautiful miko, i want to remember these precious eyes, until my very last breath”
seven years later
“miko? where are you?” you called out, worriedly, searching for your daughter, when you spotted her. sitting alone, her back against the old tree.
“miko-oh baby, what happened?” you went to your knees, cupping her face. tears pouring down her face, as she peered at you with the crimson and black eyes.
“i only wanted to play, but th-they were so mean, they said bad things about you, and father, how he was weak and he didn’t love me, why did i have to be a uchiha?” she grumbled, burying her face in her hands.
“hey, don’t say that. ever. listen to me, your father was brave, he did what one else could do, and carried the burden alone. he put this very village above himself, he sacrificed everything for everyone else — and your father loved you so much. he cherished you from the time you began to grow in my tummy, until the time you were born. he’d hold you, letting you sleep on his chest, holding his hair. you were and will always be his everything. have i ever told you why we named you miko?”
“no,” she pouted.
“well, technically he named you. you are named after your grandmother, mikoto uchiha. when you were a baby, you looked so much like your uncle, sasuke, and their mother. you had the gentlest eyes that reminded itachi of his mother, so when he decided on miko, i fell in love with it”
“why did sasu-uncle sasuke have to go and kill him?” she asked, her small fists balled up.
“your father was sick already, i fear his fate was already sealed, he accepted his reality and nothing didn’t happen that he didn’t allow. you were our present though, a parting gift, and the evidence of our love, a combination of him and i, creating the most beautiful person. do you understand why you shouldn’t say those things? you're stronger than your peers and they don't understand you. would you like to know another fact about your father?”
“you are already living up to your father’s standards, here you are seven and already a genin, itachi wasn’t a genin until he was eight. he was a prodigy of his clan, and here you are, just as sharp and skillful he was,” you smiled at her.
“mommy, i don’t want to become a rogue ninja-
“we will make sure that won’t happen,” a voice said, making you both turn, you were surprised to see sasuke.
“uncle…sasuke”
“how are you, miko?” she stared shyly at her uncle, shrugging her shoulders.
“i was in the area and i overheard the sound of a little girl crying,” he said. a lie. you knew from the moment you moved to konoha, he had been watching. he had only met miko a few times. he was unsure of how to even go about a relationship with his niece, but he vowed to himself to protect her.
“she has been dealing with a bit of bullying, they are trying to find any way to tear her down because she’s the youngest in her class”
“have you spoken with lord seventh?” he asked you.
“he’s too busy to even reach,” you sighed, as his eyes remained focused on miko.
“it is common for those weaker than you to dislike you, out of jealousy. the best thing to do is to continue surpassing them. would you like a bit of training, with me?” he asked, slightly smiling as she nodded excitedly.
“can i mommy?”
“go ahead,” you agreed, laughing as she stood up, shyly approaching him.
“uncle sasuke-i mean, is it okay, if i call you uncle?” she asked, relaxing when he nodded.
“well, uncle sasuke, was my father stronger than you?”
“he was, even in his final moments”
“then i want to be as strong as him”
“we can make that possible, as safely as possible,” he said, glancing at you. you knew she would eventually go down this path, you hadn’t even wanted her to become a shinobi, but she had been begging from the moment that told her that itachi was once a shinobi. she was as gifted as him, but you worried about the same fate most uchiha had when they pushed themselves too far.
“we have to limit ourselves because sometimes being too powerful isn’t always good, we are only human,” he continued, offering her his hand.
“uncle sasuke, my mommy told me i was named after my grandmother, mikoto,” she told him, as they began to walk away.
“now that i’m looking at you, you do have mother’s gentle eyes and itachi’s smile, beautiful,” he said, leaning down, poking her forehead with two fingers.
your eyes swelled with tears, watching as she became distant, leaving with sasuke, already talking his ear off.
“do you see our girl?” you spoke lowly, your hand going to the necklace around your neck, that once belonged to itachi.
“y/n, are you alright?” you jumped, looking up at kakashi who was approaching you. he had been working so closely with miko, and she was doing well with him.
“i’m okay, just getting emotional, i’m very proud of miko”
“where is she, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“she went to train with sasuke, she needs this, and i’m thankful for you as well, all those times you made time to train her,” you told him.
“it was no problem, would you like to join me for a conversation over ramen?”
“i-has miko done something?” you asked worriedly.
“no, she’s wonderful, i was hoping we could have lunch as perhaps a date,” he said. despite having his face covered, you could see him obviously blushing.
kakashi hatake, a few years older than you, and while the children all gossiped amongst themselves, questioning how he looked. was his lips like a blimp, did he have buck teeth, was he completely hideous — you had seen his face, and he certainly was handsome. thinking back, you felt a wave of embarrassment, all the times he hinted at something more with you, and you easily brushed him off, redirecting the conversation to miko. no one would ever be able to match the love itachi had for you and miko, but after today, you were sure this was his sign that he was okay with you and miko finally moving on.
“i would love to,” you smiled, accepting his hand, as he pulled you up, walking you to the nearest ramen shop.
— warnings. — fem! reader, power imbalance, toxic & manipulation, hard syx, dom/sub, reader teases in diluc's part, ayato is really toxic in this one kinda???
⚝ — NEUVILLETTE
when neuvillette tells you to do something, you're doing it, point blank— because you see, he's your master, the man who's saved you, not to mention your literal boss since he was so nice to give you a job as his sweet n pretty secretary.
as it was, in the grand halls of fontaine's court of justice, neuvillette’s word were law itself— precisely when he tells you to do something, it becomes absolute, you're immediately on your way without processing any of it.
his presence alone commands respect— coldness, it reveals a composed man, an untouchable one—yet his touch, it's surprisingly warm despite the fact that he rarely spoke about love or intimacy.
despite the fact that the subtle gestures on your body— the little kisses and reassuring tugs on your flesh whenever he fucked you on his desk were maddening, never leaving out the best part of it; when he places his palms around your head so you wouldn't hurt yourself, immediately resulting in you melting underneath his broad body as he revealed a softness beneath the stern exterior.
you feel the weight of his authority in every thrust, every grind and harsh squeeze of his palms reaching for your tits.
the unspoken pressure to be perfect for him was there, yes, to make him feel perfect while you're also contemplating if you'd ever be enough for an enigmatic individual like him.
face nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you feel how his fingers apply more strength as he flexes his digits into the flesh of your hips, dragging you deeper towards his cock twitching between your walls— the desperate milking compression of your warm cunt making him want to lose control.
you begin feel lightheaded at the arousal messing him up— and ugh, how much there was, and ah, you’re so tight, even after multiple rounds, desperately waiting for him to drag you against his desk and make your pussy squeeze him, wanting him to feel like you pull him.
⚝ — DILUC
in front of strangers, diluc’s intensity was something which was being noticed right from the start— and well, he wanted it that way, it meant that he had one headache less to worry about.
it doesn't matter though, because behind closed doors, your hand slips under his loosened shirt like it's meant to, graciously rubbing at his bare muscles flexing underneath the softness of your palms. having an affair with your boss surely wouldn't look good to bystanders, nor was it something diluc wanted to get out in the first place— hence why he'd never fail to subtly show you, also throwing a slight passive aggressiveness into it, that he was in charge of this, or whatever you might call the situation between you both.
he sucked in a sharp breath as his dick gradually got hard under his tight pants, pulsating on all the sharp edges and rough lines when you began to fidget with the belt, "hey now, you shouldn't get so bossy," he smiles down at you, cupping your cheek before placing his thumb on your bottom lip to tap it repeatedly
"you have quite the personality today, master diluc," you frown at him, with one hand grabbing at his biceps as he breathes— for a second deflecting the real reason as to why he would pretend to care about what other people thought about him, or about this.
or perhaps he was utterly scared of showing genuine emotions to someone he hasn't known for long.
yet instead of going through with his newfound thought, diluc instantly grabs at your hips to make you fall against his chest in combination with him bumping down the large sofa, the leather of the furniture creaking.
he licks his lips, fuck— diluc forgot how much passion could manifest in simply being felt up a little and he desperately attemps to focus on playing with your tits, or at least watch how pretty and nicely they fit in is hand.
be as it may, all that has really gotten his attention was the feeling of your hand on his cock, fiercely palming him through his boxers, your fingertip teasing along the edge of his waistband.
"you'll get in trouble," he manages to breathe out, whimpering when you angle your hand upwards so he could feel the heat of your hand on his tip.
⚝ — AYATO
ayato, most famously known as the head of the yashiro commission, had an unique gift inside of him— you see, he knew how to use words like deadly weapons.
when he wants something, really craves and desires a certain being, it felt like the world immediately bends to his will— including you, the person he was actually after. ayato will convince you that his decisions are in your best interest, even when they serve his own.
"oh, is my sweet girl worried about me?" he breathes out before placing his wet tip on your clit, tapping and nudging at it— the sound echoing through the room and standing over your head was making you feel hot and cold at the same time.
you can sense the painful squeeze in your stomach to just want to be filled— please, get his thick shaft into your intimate space until it's obvious on your face, sending him back a doe-eyed look while he towers on top of your naked frame— thighs twitching, his dick sinking back into your mushy cunt.
okay, maybe he's gotten a little too lost in you.
since you're intriguing in his eyes, well— ayato knows he can get a hold of you, that you admire him and are more than happy with the job that he's given you— not that he cares, in fact, he need you, that constant drive of feeling you was burning hotter and turning him insane.
his body trembles as he watches your liquids stick around the base of his cock, proving his point that you're as desperate for him as he was for you as he smeared your slick back inside your trembling walls, your skin throbbing and twitching with every unforgiving push of his hips.
with how big he was, in every aspect imaginable, you begin to feel like he was stretching you forever as you gasp out a broken mumble of his name, the waves of his thrusts and rolls stinging along your nerves as you begin to moan out shamelessly, feeling every detail and vein of his cock moulding into your walls and marking its shape inside.
ayato was intoxicating— no, stop it, he's your boss, okay, cool down.
can i request some fluff please 🙏 just like to fluffiest fluff that you can fluff
maybe a sick reader who is going through it? ie light headed, nausea (no vom or anything but just like a queesy stomach)
preferably with blue lock but u can do whoever!!! idrc who from bllk but maybe chigiri or ego if you dont have anyone else in mind!!
LOVE YA!
pairing: chigiri x reader, ego x reader, isagi x reader
summary: the boys reacting to when you're sick/under the weather
notes: silly little headcanons :] sorry ive been dead lately lmfao maybe ill get more active
CHIGIRI
this boy felt awful when he got you sick, i mean, he warned you.
you would take care of him but truth be told, he didn't really know what to do when you were sick.
when ever you would ask for something, he would make sure to double the amount just for you!
he's so protective over you its crazyy, if anyone were to enter your room he'd immediately tell them to get out.
he doesn't care if he gets sick again, he just wants cuddles with you.
"feeling better?" chigiri murmured in the crook if your neck, just embracing himself in your smell. you smiled at him, this is exactly what you needed and wanted.
you asked him to hold you after he insisted he was staying with you. you tried to get him out of your room because you'd feel so bad if you got him sick, AGAIN
"mhm," you started falling asleep before you felt chigiri get up, waking you up very fast. he disappeared to grab something and he came back with ice cream.
"i forgot to show you what i got for you!" he grinned, setting it aside on the table as you rose up.
"open up!" chigiri said, getting a spoonful before you flushed red. you opened your mouth before chigiri took your chin and dumped the icecream in your mouth. it was.. your favorite flavor, he just—knows so much about you, he takes care of you, what more could you ask for?
you started crying, holding the boy tightly.
"i love you so much, baby."
EGO
as much as he hates to admit it, he needs to be close to you 24/7.
so when he found out you were sick, he just ignored you when you told him to stay away.
your sniffles were kind of cute to him, he wasn't sure but he knows he loves everything about you.
he kinda lowkey always asked if you needed something, anything at all.
he had to leave for a bit to help the boys with something, it was pretty late too.
"i'm back love," ego calmly said, opening the door to your room, only to see you fast asleep. a smile adorned his face as he set the stuff he had in his hands down by the door.
he stared at you while you were asleep, you just seemed so peaceful and adorable, he was so lucky to have you.
he got into bed with you, holding you tightly against him. he peppered you with kisses, closing his eyes and drifting asleep with you.
ISAGI
he stopped showing up to practice when you got sick.
ego yelled at him and told him practice was more important
isagi got really pissed, but that was a story for later
he babied you like crazy, it was also cute in a way
he would ask his friends to run errands for him just so he could stay by you
"bachira please, just once—it's for my girl." "fine."
"baby, don't get up—i'll get it." isagi grinned, he just loved to spoil you and make sure you know you're his pride and joy. he would do ANYTHING FOR YOU. the definition of golden retriever boy ngl. if you'd need to get up to do anything, he'd have already grabbed it for you.
if he notices you sneezing, he'd of already grabbed the tissues. if you wanted to nap, he's already in bed with you and cuddling you. he always puts you first instead of soccer, you're his priority.
"oh, i bought you your favorite sweets!" he said, getting up to grab the bag of many sweets and candies.
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