Hello my love, I have been OBSESSED with your writing and I just need to satisfy my Itachi craving. Can I request Itachi Uchiha with:
“🥞 Maybe I’ll trap you in my arms forever and never let you go”
He would be such a jealous lover, never letting anyone get too close to you without having the need to claim you or mark territory. Ugh, I’m obsessed.
Forever
Contents: Yandere!Itachi with prompt: 🥞
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WARNINGS: SOFT YANDERE.
Itachi is clingy.
Not in a negative light. It's just the way he is. You would think a man who has gone through what he has would be reactive and cold. But no, Itachi is clingy. Even with Kizame, you have sometimes seen him rest his head over the other man's shoulder. He craves connection, love, warmth.
And in turn, he is very possessive.
Itachi can't stand it whenever you pay attention to anybody else. It's the kind of jealousy that hurts. That makes his chest tighten and feel like he's short of breath. He can't help it. You're just his, the only thing in this world that has belonged to him, and he can't stand it when you defy that claim.
"Don't do that again," He whispers against your skin. "Don't smile to anybody like that again, I beg of you. I will loose control." His strong arms wrap around your waist, and you feel like you've fallen in a trap. But you nod, trying to reassure him.
"I'll keep it in mind."
"No, don't keep it in mind. Do it," His eyes turn red, feral as he spins you around to look at him. Then his gaze softens, back to the beautiful black you know and love. "If I can't control you... Maybe I’ll trap you in my arms forever and never let you go."
You smile indulgently, pushing away the menace in his words. You nuzzle him.
"I would like that." You whisper while burying your face in his chest, he only runs a possessive hand along your back, barely breathing.
hey, i saw you we’re taking requests! can you write something where itachi has an s/o who still has something she attached to from her childhood like a pillow or a blanket that brings her comfort. you can write however long or short however you want it. (i still don’t know all the different tumblr terms😭) thank you!
itachi x reader
*:･ﾟ✧ summary: You always kept your blanket a well kept secret - it was childish to carry such an item at your age, you would tell yourself. But Itachi was not an easy man to hide things from.
genre: tooth rotting fluff, mild angst
word count: 1.1k
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It was a rainy afternoon when he first discovered your secret. You had invited him over after a long day, your muscles aching and your mind buzzing with the usual post-mission anxiety. Itachi arrived quietly, as he always did, slipping through the door almost without you noticing. He found you in the bedroom, rummaging through your closet for a change of clothes.
“Hey,” you said, smiling over your shoulder. “I’ll be right out.”
He nodded, his eyes scanning the room with that habitual caution. But then he paused, his gaze landing on something peeking out from under your pillow. It was a corner of fabric - soft blue, frayed at the edges, with tiny embroidered stars that had faded from countless washes.
Curiosity flickered in his expression, rare for someone as composed as Itachi. He reached out, tugging it free. The blanket unfolded in his hands, lightweight and worn, smelling faintly of lavender.
You froze in the doorway, fresh shirt halfway on. “Oh… that’s, um…”
Itachi looked up, holding it carefully, like it was something precious. “What is this?”
Your cheeks burned. Great, now he thinks I’m weird. “It’s just… an old blanket. From when I was a kid. Uhh…My mom made it for me before she… you know.” You trailed off, the memory stinging too much to finish your sentence. “I know it’s silly… But it helps when things get overwhelming. Calms me down.”
He didn’t laugh. Didn’t tease. Instead, he folded it neatly and placed it back on the bed. “It’s not silly,” he said softly. “We all have things that ground us. For me, that’s you.”
You blinked, surprised. Itachi wasn’t one for grand declarations, but this felt intimate. Vulnerable. “Really? You don’t think it’s weird?”
He stepped closer, his fingers brushing your arm. “Not at all.”
After that, Itachi started taking that blanket anywhere you went with him. The first time it happened was on a reconnaissance trip to the Land of Rivers. You’d packed light - kunai, scrolls, rations - but as you shouldered your bag at the village gates, Itachi appeared with his own pack slung over one shoulder.
“Ready?” he asked.
You nodded, but as you walked, you noticed his bag looked a bit bulkier than usual. “What’s in there? Extra weapons?”
He didn’t answer right away, just gave that small, knowing smile. Hours later, when you stopped at an inn for the night, exhausted from the trek, you collapsed onto the bed. The room was stuffy, the mission’s tension gnawing at you – spies, they were everywhere. Anxiety bubbled up, making your chest tight.
Itachi knelt by his bag, pulling out… your blanket. Folded neatly, as always.
Your eyes widened. “You… brought that?”
“Just in case,” he said simply, draping it over your shoulders. The familiar softness enveloped you, chasing away the unease like the magic your mother used to describe. “I thought you might need it.”
Tears pricked your eyes - not from sadness, but from the sheer thoughtfulness. Itachi wasn’t affectionate in public ways; he always showed love through actions, quiet and profound. “Thank you,” you whispered, pulling him down beside you.
He wrapped an arm around you, his chin resting on your head. “Always.”
From then on, it became a habit. A diplomatic escort to the Hidden Sand? Blanket tucked in his pack. A quick patrol along the borders? He would slip it in without a word. Once, during a stormy night in a cave hideout, you woke shivering from the cold. Wordlessly, he unfolded it and covered you both, his body heat mingling with the fabric’s comfort. “Better?” he murmured.
“Much,” you replied, snuggling closer.
But it wasn’t just for travel. Life as a shinobi meant anxiety was a constant companion - nightmares from past battles, the fear of losing him again mingling in there too. Itachi noticed your tells: the way your fingers twisted together, your breaths coming shorter, your eyes darting like you were searching for an escape from your own head.
The first time he used the blanket in one of those moments was after a particularly rough day. You’d argued with some village elders about old grudges and it left you drained and upset. You paced the living room, words tumbling out in a frustrated rant. “Why can’t they just let it go? It’s not fair-“
Itachi listened silently, as he often did. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t offer platitudes. Instead, he disappeared into the bedroom for a moment. When he returned, the blanket was in his hands.
Without a word, he stepped behind you, wrapping it around your shoulders like a cape. The weight settled, familiar and soothing, pulling you out of the spiral. You stopped your pacing the second it hit your shoulders.
“Better?” he asked, arms encircling you from behind.
You leaned back into him, nodding. “How do you always know?”
“I watch you,” he admitted. “And I care.”
It became his silent ritual. Whenever upset hit - after a failed training session, or when memories of your lost family surfaced - he’d wait until the words slowed, then envelop you in the blanket. No judgment, no questions. Just what you needed.
One evening, after a nightmare woke you screaming, you bolted upright. He was there instantly, pulling you into his lap. Still silent, he reached for the blanket on the nightstand and tucked it around you both.
“Talk to me,” he said finally, once your breathing steadied.
“It’s stupid,” you muttered. “Just dreams.”
“Nothing about your pain is stupid.” His fingers traced patterns on your back through the fabric.
Separation was the hardest part. Missions didn’t always align; sometimes Itachi was called away for classified duties, or you’d be sent on solo reconnaissance. The apartment felt empty without him - too quiet, too cold.
But he had his ways of coping, too.
You discovered it by accident, returning early from a trip. The door creaked open, and there he was, sitting by the window, reading a scroll. Draped around his shoulders was your blanket, the blue fabric contrasting with his dark hair.
He looked up, not startled - Itachi was never startled -but a faint flush colored his cheeks. “You’re back early.”
You grinned, dropping your bag. “Is that… my blanket?”
He adjusted it slightly, not removing it. “It smells like you. Lavender.”
Your heart melted. This man, who rarely showed vulnerability, was wrapped up in a kiddie blanket. The sight would be comical if it wasn’t sickeningly endearing. “How long have you been doing this?”
“Since the first time you left,” he confessed, standing to pull you close. The blanket enveloped you both now. “It brings me peace.”
It became a shared secret. When you were away, he’d wear it around the apartment - reading, cooking, even sleeping with it nearby. Once, you caught him napping on the couch, the blanket pulled up to his chin. “Missed me?” you teased.
Naruto men taking care of their s/o when they're sick
I'm currently dealing with a cold and really shitty stomach problems, probably due to food poisoning. So, I present you this. Apologies if it's not good or your faves aren't in it. Also, shout-out to everyone who's currently sick. We're in this together and we'll get through it.
(Includes: Obito, Gaara, Shisui, Itachi and Kakashi)
Tw: Mention of sickness, throwing up and medicine
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Obito
He was woken up by the sound retching coming from the bathroom
After noticing that you weren't in bed, he immediately went to check on you in the bathroom, calling out your name softly to make his presence known and to not startle you
When another wave of nausea washes over you, he kneels down beside you and gently rubs your back in circular motions
"It's okay, love. It's okay. Let it out, I'm here for you."
Once you're done regurgitating your dinner, he hands you some water to rinse your mouth with
And in case you accidentally made a mess, don't worry, Obito will reassure you with a kiss on the top of your head and a soft "Don't worry, honey, I got this" and clean it up while you brush your teeth
When everything is nice and clean again, he will help you back to your shared bedroom and offer to make you some tea and prepare a hot water bottle for your upset tummy
Since he knows how draining and strenuous throwing up can be, Obito makes sure you're nice and comfy, with a bucket in reach and a box of tissues to wipe your mouth and tears with, before heading to the kitchen to prepare that tea and hot water bottle
Back in bed, he will hold you tight and cuddle you, peppering your head with affectionate kisses and whispering words of encouragement
Gaara
He noticed something was up when he came back home and you weren't there to greet him like you always do
After a quick search, he found you laying in bed, wrapped in two blankets and shivering, teeth practically clattering
His protective instincts kicked in immediately at the sight of you and without wasting any time, Gaara began to tend to you, pushing aside his own fatigue
He checked your temperature, fluffed up your pillows, turned up the heat in the room and brought you an extra blanket. He even gave you one of his sweaters for extra warmth and comfort
"Don't worry my little desert flower, I'm going to take care of you."
Gaara practically raids the medicine cabinet and insists that you take some of everything
Despite his usually stoic and calm demeanor, Gaara tends to turn into a bit of a helicopter parent partner when it comes to you. (And he's not ashamed of it)
He also doesn't care that he might get sick as well by being so close to you. He just wants to be there for you and nurse you back to health like a good spouse should. Plus, he can handle a bit of a runny nose and some coughing
Shisui
It was actually him who got you sick in the first place
He insisted that he could take care of himself and that you should stay away until he was no longer infectious. But you didn't listen and that's how you two ended up being sick together
Feeling guilty, Shisui tries to make it up by tending to you to his best of ability. Which sounds as strenuous and tedious as it actually is, with each of you insisting that the other should rest and let them do all the work
To no one's surprise, neither of you actually gets much done and instead spends the majority of the day sleeping
Your diet for that time consists of mostly medicine and teas and some instant ramen. Maybe some fruits or home cooked meals if someone was so kind to bring you some
Despite both of you feeling like absolute ass, you do appreciate the chance to spend some 'quality' time together. Even if that mostly consists of coughing up a lung and trumpeting like a herd of elephants while blowing your noses
Regardless of which of you is the worst off, Shisui will be the one to go to the pharmacy and the grocery store to get medicine, food and a few other things, such as flowers, a "Get well soon" card, a cute little plushie and your favourite snacks
The poor guy is being eaten alive by guilt and his unwavering love for you is what gives him the strength to actually leave the bed and function somehow. Even if it's for your sake only. So you better appreciate his efforts
Itachi
Itachi had come over to your place, to spend the few days he had off with you
Wanting to surprise you, he used the spare key you gave him to access the apartment and prepare a cute little dinner date a la stay at home. That was, until he heard noises coming from the bathroom
He decided to investigate and that's when he found you, hung over the toilet, hair and clothes a total mess and face almost as white as the toilet you were hugging
His previous plans now forgotten, he dutifully takes it upon himself to care for you, starting with comforting you and carefully getting you back to bed once your stomach has been emptied
Knowing that tea, warmth and bed rest are the best way to soothe an upset stomach, Itachi doesn't shy away from becoming your personal nurse/butler during that time
He will make you homemade ginger tea, cook easily digestible meals for you, prepare as many hot water bottles as you need and want and even take care of the chores around the apartment without you even having to ask him to
And on top of that, he still takes the time to cuddle with you and rub your stomach to alleviate the pain and discomfort you're in
He'd even request to have a few more days off, in case you're not feeling better by the time he has to be back on duty
Kakashi
When you and Kakashi met up for one of your rare dates, the silver haired Jonin immediately noticed your ailing state and advised you to take it easy
He even offered to reschedule your date so that you could take the time to rest. But after you stubbornly insisted that you were fine, he eventually gave in, albeit reluctantly
The next day, he decided to pay you a brief visit and check on you
Of course, he wasn't surprised when he saw your pale face sheepishly peeking out from behind the blanket as you tried to stifle a cough
"So much for "I'm fine", huh?"
Pretends to be smug and smart-assy about being right and takes the opportunity to gently scold you for being stubborn and reckless with your health. Look, he cares a lot about you but doesn't know how to say or show it properly, so he acts like an all-knowing, wannabe doctor to get the message across
Signs himself up for the role of your caretaker, because obviously you suck at doing it yourself and he is the only responsible adult here. Basically the pinnacle of self-care. Lol
Expect to be served healthy, home cooked meals and lots of fresh vegetables and fruits to help boost that immune system of yours and get you back to health
May or may not coax you to take your medication by promising you extra cuddles and affection
author’s note: inspired by a pinterest post i came across.
hatake kakashi
you guys were friends, but he treated you so much more special than the others. his gestures and attention made you feel something, and you loved imagining what it could mean. that’s why you found the courage to ask.
“what are we?” you locked eyes with him, gathering every last bit of courage you could find within yourself. there were so many reasons you’d held back, paralyzed by fear — fear of the unknown, fear of what might go wrong, and perhaps most significantly, fear of rejection. yet every gesture he made, every word he said, seemed to carry a message meant solely for you. each action he took filled you with hope, as if he was yearning for you to ask the question you’d been waiting to ask for so long.
as courage welled up within you, you knew that this was your moment — now or never. now, with your courage gathered and your heart thrumming in your chest, you could feel the weight of years of unspoken words pressing down on you. this was it — the moment you’d been waiting for, the opportunity to finally voice the question you’d kept within.
kakashi’s gaze fixed on you, with an expression that betrayed no emotion. his eyes held no sign of what lay behind them, making your heart thrum with anticipation. you were unable to predict his response, or even what answer you longed to hear. moments of silence passed, stretching into what seemed like an eternity. finally, his eyes softened, and he stepped closer, his voice a soft whisper as he asked, “are you asking what I think you’re asking?”
he moved closer, closing the distance between you completely until he stood directly in front of you. leaning in even closer, his face now just inches from yours, he gently met your eyes, his gaze searching deeply as if trying to read your very soul. with a smile on his lips, he repeated, “you’re asking me, what are we?”
his hand moved gently, tenderly brushing away a stray strand of hair from your face. his touch lingered on your cheek, leaving a trail of warmth on your skin before he withdrew his hand. in a whisper even softer than before, he questioned, “you really don’t know?” he took another step closer, closing the gap between you until you could feel the heat of his body and the intoxicating scent that surrounded him. his touch was tender once again as he tucked the same strand of hair behind your ear, “after all this time?”
a shiver ran down your spine at his words, and you looked away, feeling a rush of emotion. “i…” you began, but the words caught in your throat, your heart pounding with a excitement and anxiety.
he moved even closer, closing the last bit of distance between you, and gently pressed his body against yours. his breath caressed your skin as he leaned in, lifting your chin upwards to meet his gaze. his voice was low and intimate as he repeated his question once again, “you want to know what we are?” he paused, searching your eyes for a moment before continuing, “we’re more than just friends — much more. deep down, you know it, don’t you? what’s happening between us goes far beyond mere friendship.”
uchiha obito
you two were just a “one call away” from each other, reaching out only when the heat of the moment struck. you weren’t friends, nor were you lovers, so what exactly did you have?
you were quiet, lost in your thoughts, as you watched obito light a cigarette immediately after your intense moment. he inhaled deeply, the cigarette’s tip glowing softly in the dim light, and then exhaled, sending a plume of smoke into the air. your eyes wandered over his naked body, partially covered by a blanket, and your mind swirled with questions. why did the two of you always end up in situations like this? for the past year, you had been indulging in these intimate pleasure, calling each other whenever the need arose, seeking peace in each other’s touch. yet, despite the time and intimacy shared, you were still uncertain about the nature of your relationship.
obito leaned back against the headboard, taking a long drag on his cigarette. his other hand absentmindedly traced patterns on the sheet beside him. he glanced at you, his eyes taking in the details of your exposed skin in the silence that enveloped the room. the only sounds were the faint rustling of the sheets and the steady rhythm of his breathing.
he exhaled another cloud of smoke, breaking the silence that enveloped the room. his gaze shifted to you, studying your pensive expression with curiosity. he, then, took another slow drag on his cigarette before speaking again, his voice a low rumble in the still air. “you’ve been unusually quiet since we... well, you know.” he paused, watching as your thoughts continued to unravel in your head, and then continued, “care to share what’s going through that mind of yours?”
without warning, he shifted on the bed, leaning closer to you. his eyes locked onto yours, it was filled with curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite decipher. the silence between you stretched on, punctuated only by the rise and fall of his chest.
obito took another pull from his cigarette, the tip glowing brightly as he did so. his fingers toyed with the edge of the blanket, tracing feather-light patterns over your bare skin. he exhaled a long stream of smoke before speaking, a frustration creeping into his tone, but his voice still maintaining his calm. “c’mon, say something, did i do something wrong?” he muttered, and there was an unexpected vulnerability in his voice. his eyes never once leaving your face as he waited patiently for your response.
his touch continued to rove sensually over your body, evoking feelings of desire. you inhaled deeply, struggling to find the right words to express yourself. in that moment of hesitation, pleasure threatened to sweep you away, but the need to respond to him overpowered all else.
as the torrent of words tumbled out of your mouth, spilled forth unfiltered and raw. you stumbled over your thoughts, struggling to articulate what you really wanted to say. “you—what do you think—like—what are we?” you managed to sputter, the words escaping your lips before you could properly collect your thoughts. the question hung in the air, fragile and uncertain, as you anxiously awaited his response, unsure of what he would say next.
the question lingered in the air like a ghostly presence, its silent echo filling the room with anticipation. you watched intently as his expression morphed from a blank slate to one of calculation, his eyes narrowing as he carefully considered his response. time seemed to slow as he methodically weighed his words, casting furtive glances back and forth between your gaze. just when it seemed like seconds had passed, he broke the silence, his voice cutting through the stillness with precision. “you tell me, what do you think we are?”
he moved closer, body pressing intimately against yours, the heat and hardness of his muscles against your soft curves. his warm breath caressed your skin, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers of desire coursing through your body. “describe us, to me. tell me what you think we are.”
uchiha itachi
you felt something real—something was definitely there between you two... at least, that’s what you had expected.
“you’re back...” you managed to say through your trembling voice after several moments of silence. each word came out hoarse and heavy — it struggles to escape the tightness of your throat. your heart ached at the sight of him, and a bitter lump formed in your throat. his face remained emotionless as he took a step forward, his eyes scanning over you for any sign of change. “why did you come back?” you asked, your hands clenching tighter into fists as you fought back the tears threatening to spill.
his response was silence, a deafening quiet that filled the air between you.
as the silence between you extended, the pain in your heart tightened like an iron vice, clawing at your soul like a ravenous beast. no matter how hard you tried, the words caught in your throat, refusing to surface. He stood there stone-still, his face an emotionless mask, and in that moment, he could have been carved from granite for all you knew. and you cannot stay still and the dam broke, as the words you were trying to hold back spilled out in a whisper. “you never stay,” you managed to force out.
“say something. don’t just sit there and stare at me.” your voice quivered, the desperation bleeding through as you longed for a response. though you couldn’t tell what you wanted more: an answer or for him to remain as stoic as he was so you could hate him forever.
his icy eyes bore into yours, his gaze as intense and unyielding as winter’s relentless chill. with a casual detachment that belied his demeanor, the stillness that surrounded you both intensified the silence, broken only by his almost emotionless question. “what is it you expect me to say?”
you felt a shiver crawl down your spine at the sound of his voice, its chill as deep and impenetrable as the arctic. even after all these years, his detached tone hadn’t thawed even a fraction, remaining as frost-bitten as ever. he never let his guard down, never allowed even a glimpse beneath the stony facade. this coldness of him was what hurt the most—the knowledge that you couldn’t breach it, couldn’t reach the vulnerable part of him hidden behind the barrier.
your eyes, tear-filled and weary, met his gaze, the pain in your heart growing with every moment as you struggled to understand his actions. “itachi,” you said, your voice trembling, the weight of your emotions like a physical presence, “you appear out of nowhere, spend nights beside me, only to vanish before i wake up. you sit there for hours, watching me in silence, never revealing your thoughts or feelings. now tell me, what the hell are we?”
“i don’t think we are anything,” itachi’s words echoed cruelly in the otherwise silent room, the weight of his response hanging heavily between the both of you. the chill tone in his voice was enough to freeze any warmth in your heart. you could hardly believe what you were hearing, yet there was no mistaking the cold truth of them. you stood there, feeling as if he had just stabbed you in the chest with a dagger of ice. “we’re not together, we’re not a couple. we don’t have anything. you know that.”
your voice quivered with pain as you confronted him, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. “why do you keep doing this to me?” you choked, voice breaking from the outburst. “why do you keep coming back if all you’re going to do is remind me time and again that we're nothing?” you couldn’t understand his behavior, why he would come back to you only to keep insisting that there was nothing between you. it was like a game, a cycle of disappointment that left your heart battered and bruised.
itachi’s gaze remained steady, his expression still unreadable. he paused for a moment as his words hung in the air — and you saw an expression of him, far from the usual demeanor he has — hesitation, and it was enough to give you a glimpse of something more beneath the surface. it was as if for a moment, the mask he always wore had slipped, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once again by the chilly indifference. “i don't know why I keep coming back here,” he admitted, his gaze still fixed on you. “i just—”
“you just?” you waited anxiously for his response, hoping he would say something in regards to this matter — that he would give you some understanding of what was going on in his mind.
itachi remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, his voice retaining its emotionless tone. “i just can’t seem to stay away.”
It stems from something incomprehensible, sometimes he brings them out of guilt. Being a shinobi is hard, oftentimes making Itachi compromise with his presence around her. How is he able to feel better when his mind knows that the poor thing has to sleep alone… eat alone… Itachi isn’t here to take care of her, to bring her breakfast… to help her shower. He also knows that the times he is out of their shared haven, he’s just ensuring that she’s caged after all.
When he opens the door, quietly coming inside & watching her beautiful face. Everything starts to make sense. Itachi often wonders if he would change his life decisions and avoid the massacre… not until he met her. He doesn’t wish to change anything at all.
How could he? If his life’s events didn’t turn out like the way they were… he wouldn’t have met her. “Hello, my dearest Angel.” His voice is like molten gold, echoing in the otherwise quiet house. She gazes up, meeting his stare. She hates him, he’s changed her life upside down. He’s claimed her in ways she’s hated and loved…
“Welcome home Itachi.” She smiled, yet, after being so alone, any presence is welcome. Even if it’s the bloody captor, the infamous S-Ranked Criminal from the Akatsuki. The crimson clouds on his robe shining like blood. “I missed you, darling.” Itachi hums, kneeling down and leaning his head on her lap. Itachi wasn’t comfortable with touches either, but he’s started to initiate them & gets testy when he feels rejected. Her hands thread against his silky black hair, lips parted.
“Missed you, as well..” so thoughtful, his little baby.
“I got you something.” Itachi hums, holding her hand & urging her to get up. She wonders what it would be this time, as an excuse for her freedom. They walk outside the house, watching a little kitten playing in the grass fields, chasing butterflies.
Oh-
She runs and captures the little animal in her arms, hugging it tightly. Any presence in the house is appreciated when Itachi leaves…
Guess this gift is an appropriate enough for her temporary happiness…
I just wanna share something that happened to me rn that was so fucking hilarious 😂😂😂😂 but you have to read a lot of messages okay. Please stay with me it’s so funny I promise:
Warnings: 18+, gangbang, nsfw
So there I am scrolling away on Instagram when I came along this little post:
Okay so me being the little Naruto slut that I am, I had to comment:
Okay so I posted this exact screenshot onto my story and was like “god forbid a girl wanna smash the whole Naruto cast”
And my friend replied and he’s like “girl there are twelve of them” and I’m like “don’t underestimate me” and he replies “I’m not underestimating you I’m just being realistic, the will kill you”
So naturally, I decided to prove him wrong by asking my beloved chat gpt if it’s possible for someone to die during sex and this is where it gets fucking hilarious :
I died so bad omg that was fucking funny and then look what chat said about them:
Warnings: Dub!con, yandere themes, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of baby trapping, Stockholm syndrome, manipulative Itachi, pregnancy of breeding!kink. Itachi is still soft because yeah >\\< and fluffy if you squint
It's the ridiculously delectable way, her doe-eyed self cowers down beneath him whenever she loomed in his presence. He adores her, watching her fidget every time Itachi says something, every time he glances at her unmomentarily. She is akin to a deer, and Itachi- a lion, a ruthless, sadistic lion wanting nothing more but to tame his prey, but no- he doesn't just want to prey on her, he wants to love her. He wants her to love him, to subdue everything she can for him.
It's the way he always excuses his behavior with the sentence that chains her neck, boiling down her very core. "It's all to protect you, to keep you safe." When he addresses her as an 'Angel' she loses a little faith in god, because no angel's wings should be pinned down as hers, the way Itachi does it.
No, he does not hurt her, but he does make sure she doesn't hurt herself, sometimes confinement and solitude is the most amicable way to stem down the essence of a punishment and a lesson. Treason, if you will.
He still feels insanity grip the very nerves of his self when she approaches him, slouching as if she'd break if she stood tall. He would break her for standing tall & sniveling at him to let her go. "Hmm, maybe bestowing you with some responsibility will help, you've become quite air-headed, dear Y/N."
Oh, it desolates his perfect, controlled mind when he imagines her tiny self inflated with his seed, having trouble pacing around, needing Itachi with every little beck and call, the vulnerability which will come with her last semester, how she will struggle to hold her urine when the little Uchiha would kick and eagerly wait to see Mother and Father... how adoring.
It starts slow, after months of living together with Itachi, she knows how to read him, how Itachi's eyes glint towards the impending, she wouldn't be unjust, Itachi treats her kindly when he demands something, especially when it needs his fragile, male ego stroked and petted.
So she complies, as he spreads her apart naked, pupils visibly dilated as his gaze turns tender, more subtle. As if she'd break under him, a vile part of him wants to break her instantly. Itachi is a paradox, after all. "It's okay, my angelic little thing." You're doing so well for me. His luscious, long hair tickles her tender breasts as Itachi leans in, kissing her neck, scraping at the sensitive, irritated skin & deviously marking her up. "Oh no, don't cry, I'm going to be gentler." He dotes on her being a sensitive crybaby, can't handle his length, can't handle him.
Oh but the little being Itachi owns, is ferocious on her own, knowing most ardently she has him in her grip, "Wa-ant to go out after this." She manages to barely choke out when Itachi's member ravishes her cunt, thrusting, rutting his hips inside, churning them up to his shape. Itachi couldn't say no to that face, the future mother of his kids. "Anything... Angel."
"Will you let me fill you up?" Itachi asks though she doesn't have any choice but to, Itachi is a master, a sorcerer of illusions and to earn her goodness, to pretend she owns the decision of freedom, ever so fleeting choices that are nothing but a mirage; Itachi loves that.
She nods, biting her lip like an anxious child, the background thoughts all super setting the imagery of her being pregnant, she's too far gone now though. Stockholm Syndrome hugs her every night along with the slender arms of her lover. She wants to please him, simultaneously hating herself for the same as she nods, feeling the thrusts slow down, sloppy and then the warmth of his seed deep inside her gummy walls.
