warnings: nsfw (MINORS DNI) naruto and the other students are 18-19
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Kakashi
being domestic….
kakashi is very used to taking care of himself; so he automatically takes care of you too. but the second you start caring for him, he’s popping boners left and right.
you did his laundry for him: he’s hard. you made him lunch: he’s hard. you wish him luck on his mission and kiss his cheek: he’s hard.
some days he doesn’t even end up leaving the house because he gets to caught up fucking you silly over the kitchen counter LMAO
also his books…
if you read his books without him knowing and then reenact a scene with him, he will lose his mind.
Gai
wearing his clothes…
like if he comes home to see you in his green outfit, or even just his vest or leg warmers. he’s going feral and bending u tf over.
also if you watch him train and compliment his muscles, he will lose it. he loves showing off his strength to you (he’s always picking u up and throwing you over his shoulder hehe) so when you praise him for it he gets weak in the knees.
Jiraiya
everything and anything turns him on…
he loves your perfume. if he smells it in public like at a store or something he will need to excuse himself to the bathroom to fix his ‘little’ problem.
your hair turns him on, your lips turn him on, your voice turns him, shit even your breathing turns him on.
You could just chilling with him on the couch, silently reading before you notice Jiraiya crawling inbetween your legs. “What are you doing?” you would ask, just to get a stupid response from him like: “you were breathing. it was hot.”
And trust, if you try to seduce him or show that you want him in that way, he will genuinely pass tf out.
when he’s really tired and his day has been shitty, just shove your tits in his face and play with his hair. pls 🙏
Naruto
Naruto actually feels quite bad when he gets turned on while you’re doing normal things. it makes him feel like a pervert, like Jiraiya LMAO.
but he can’t help it if you touch his ear or hair.
Naruto never knew he could be so sensitive to a touch like that. but if you brush his hair behind his ear, your finger tips grazing the outer shell of it, he’ll get weak in the knees for sure.
Also pull his hair…trust he likes that.
he also likes watching you train or fight. It turns him on seeing how strong you are. trust he’ll just have smug ass smirk while everyone watches you fight. he’ll probably say smth stupid like: “Yep, that’s my girlfriend.” sitting there with a nasty man spread or smth
also he definitely doesn’t mind if you boss him around. i mean sometimes he’ll pretend that it gets on his nerves (and it definitely did when he was younger) but now that he’s grown he loves that shit 🙏
Sasuke
i feel like sasuke is not a SUPER sexual person. the usual things that turn people on doesn’t really have much of an effect on him….that was until he saw you in a short nurses dress because you and your friends were having a costume party.
sasuke is actually super into like dressing up. Whether it be an outfit like the nurses one, or just a simple lingerie, he goes crazy.
I think that Sasuke likes the teasing foreplay even more than the actual sex part of sex.
like just sit on his lap and tease tf out of him in your little outfit and he’ll lose his mind.
if you ever walk past him in public, nonchalantly lifting your shirt just a bit so he can see the top of your thong…your getting bent tf over in the nearest bathroom.
Kiba
YOU BEING MAD. hear me out.
he will do anything in his power to frustrate you. He’ll tease you, mess up your work, slap your books out of your hands. literally anything to get you to be mad at him.
and his favorite part….when you finally yell at him.
Making him sit down and listen to your lecture. he’ll reply with a smirk and a “yes ma’am!” as he hides his massive boner lmao.
he secretly loves getting bossed around by you, it really gets him going. and he especially loves fucking you until your not mad anymore…
CALL HIM A GOOD BOY AND HIS TAIL WILL BE WAGGIN LMAO
Shikamaru
shikamaru loves lazy days…it gets him going when you act just as lazy as him.
usually your always busy, making him do chores with you and everything. but on those special days where your just as tired, he goes feral.
You’re wearing nothing but some fuzzy socks, little shorts, and his shirt. yeah he’s already gone. and if you want sleepy, lazy sex….he feels as if he died and went to heaven.
also: if you are smarter than him.
like if you win when playing your game against him or Asuna, he would have to hide his flustered face and growing tent in his pants.
he’s not too sure why, but he is really attracted to intelligence.
Lee
EVERYTHING BABE, EVERYTHING
Lee worships the ground you walk on, you are a goddess in his eyes. you don’t even need to do anything and he would be horny for you.
Though I don’t think Lee would ever initiate sex, he would be down for it literally any time you ask.
he really loves when you compliment his strength. like please sit on his back while he does push ups and praise him after each one. he would genuinely pass away lmao
yeah so there isn’t anything specific that turns him on, honestly just the thought that you want him makes Lee turned on
Gaara
like sasuke, i don’t think Gaara is a very sexual person. it quite rare that he want sex.
Though i do believe he LOVES making out. Just sit on his lap and touch each other all over while heavily making out and breathing in each other’s ear…SIGN HIM TF UP.
Though Gaara will get turned on if you try to seduce him. he would definitely be confused as first but after he knows what’s going on he gets all flustered and nervous hehe
Like if you’re leaning close to him, giggling and twirling your hair and stuff. It turns him on knowing that you want HIM of all people
Kankuro
like Kiba, he likes to piss you off.
He’ll purposely kiss you after you put on lipstick and smear the color, running away while laughing as you complain. He’ll smack your ass as you walk by and ‘not know what you’re talking about’ when you tell him to stop. He’ll scare you when you walk past, he’ll bother you, he’ll mess up your hair. But it’s not because he doesn’t like you, it’s quite the opposite.
He likes when you get mad at him. yelling at him and making him apologize or clean up his mess. he likes it trust 🙏
but Kankuro also secretly loved praise and being babied. Like grab his face gently, make him look up at you as your praise him for all his hard work. He would melt.
I want to share my opinion, of which I think is realistic. No shade, but I think some people who write these types of hcs might not be very experienced. No shade because that is like totally cool. I’m also not calling any one person out, I’ve seen a lot of these across fandoms and think the same thing every time.
BE WARNED: this is NSFW content!
Characters included: Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Neji, Rock Lee, Shikamaru, Choji, Shino, Kiba, Gaara, Kankuro, Kakashi, Itachi.
Naruto Uzumaki
He thinks he’s small, but he’s not.
We’re looking at an average size. He’s probably got 5 inches, maybe a little more. No less than that, but no more than 6 inches.
Probably about average girth too. Almost, but not quite 5 inches around.
Sasuke Uchiha
I don’t like him enough to have ever given it much thought, but I’d out a guess of about 6 inches. I don’t think he’s anything too special. I doubt he’d be packing an absolute monster.
And girth wise, it’s skinny. A little below average.
Sai Yamanaka
6.5 inches. And skinny.
I haven’t much more to say. I haven’t given it thought. But unlike Sasuke, it’s not out of spite. I like Sai. I feel like he’d have some inches on him.
Neji Hyuga
He’s canonically hung. We’re talking 7.5+ inches, maybe a little more.
Based off their reactions in the bath scene, he’s a shower. Even soft he’s got a monster between his legs.
Girth is average though.
It’s somehow just as pretty as he is. It’s pale with faint dark blue veins and a flushed pink tip.
Rock Lee
I’m so sorry to my Lee fans. I still love him. But I have to say it. It’s kinda small.
No, he’s not tucking it for that green jumpsuit. He doesn’t have a print for a reason.
We’re talking 3 something soft, just barely 4 inches hard.
Average girth.
I know everybody always says “big dick energy” “small dick energy” has characteristics that should put him in the big dick category. But I’m sorry life isn’t that fair. That’s not how dick size works💔
Shikamaru Nara
7 inches.
The type to never really brag, make you guess, then nonchalantly pull out a big dick.
I don’t know about girth. I can’t decide if it’s average or above average.
Choji Akimichi
Average size around 5 inches, but very girthy.
Oh and it has a big mushroom head. I’m sure of this.
Also I know I haven’t mentioned balls yet, but I’m getting the vibes that his are bigger than average.
Shino Aburame
AGAIN, canonically hung!! I feel like he’s bigger than Neji though. And he’s definitely a shower.
He’s VERY big. Nearly 9 inches, but maybe not quite.
Average girth, luckily.
It’s got a prominent upward curve. One prominent vein, rest are faint.
Kiba Inuzuka
This is one where I say the “dick energy” shit is a good measure. He doesn’t have super small energy, but it’s not giving hung energy.
4.5 inches, but definitely girthy.
He has fairly big balls though. I once saw somebody say he has breeder balls. Probably.
Probably has an angry red tip.
Sabaku no Gaara
6.3 inches. Very specific, but the number came to me. Average girth.
Pretty dick too. Not much of a curve and a pink tip. Not very prominent veins.
Sabaku no Kankuro
6 inches. Very girthy.
It’s definitely a bit darker and has a more purple flush than the rest of his body. Prominent veins.
Mushroom tip.
Kakashi Hatake
8 inches. Average girth.
It’s not really darker than the rest of his body, but it’s usually a bit lighter, but when hard it has a purple hue.
But he definitely is very awkward and doesn’t really know what to do with it in practice, despite his books he reads. (Tho he’d get the hang of it quickly)
Itachi Uchiha
Definitely another with a pretty dick.
7 inches. Skinny on the girth side.
Faintly pink tip.
Slight curve upward and just barely to the left.
I needed to get this information out there. Thanks for reading it!
hai haiii ♥︎_♥︎ congrats on your masters!!!! im devouring ur naruto fics, u write them so good especially kakashi..
could I request headcanons of naruto men (shino, naruto, kakashi, sasuke and u pick others if u want) and fem reader when she's pmsing pls? thanks 🌞
How they deal with you during your luteal/PMS phase | Shikamaru, Might Guy, Kiba, Kakashi, Shino, Naruto, Sasuke & Itachi
.✦ ݁˖ Proofread: Ngl, kinda! Warnings: AFAB!reader, fluffy & domestic (some of 'em), mild profanity, mildly suggestive (Kiba, duh!), and some humor to lighten the mood. Shino's section contains mentions of insects. Readers are free to scroll past if these specific character interpretations or themes do not align with their comfort levels.
A/n: Thank YOUUU, sweet nonnie! I really appreciate it <3 I'm also happy you enjoy my AUs. I've been writing your request for a few days now, sorry it took so long! Malina helped me with the Kiba part, otherwise I'd have to put an MDNI here 😭 Also debuting Shino (and Guy) in my headcanons. Look who's also getting confident writing the Uchihas 😝 (I did consider making the reader and Naruto cry, but it was funnier in my head, tho)
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Shikamaru
The violent thwack of the kitchen knife against the cutting board was the only thing tethering you to sanity. The summer heat pressing through the open windows at Shikamaru's house was unbearable enough on its own, but the vicious cramps radiating through your pelvis made the air feel too thick to breathe.
Your humor had been a shitty one since yesterday, and now your whole body ached and the cramps were almost eating you alive. Your PMS symptoms couldn't have started at a worse time.
You chopped another carrot, your knuckles white, the sound a little too sharp, a little too loud. You poured your frustration into the blade, pretending that if you struck hard enough, you might miraculously sever the ache right along with the vegetables.
Your hormones were a frayed wire, leaving you feeling like a raw nerve exposed to the open air. Behind you, the soft slide of the shoji screen signaled your boyfriend's arrival.
"Are you trying to intimidate dinner into cooking itself, or can I safely confiscate that?" Shikamaru teased, his voice with that familiar laziness that instantly made your jaw clench.
Really not the time, Shikamaru!
You slammed the knife down and gripped the counter, squeezing your eyes shut as another wave of pain ripped through your lower abdomen. Your feelings were now too intense, even for your own liking, and you were so not about to start a fight with him or end up crying over whatever it was that you were feeling.
You knew exactly how his mind worked; he avoided volatile emotions, so you fully expected him to turn his lazy feet right back around to avoid your hormonal wreckage.
"I'm fine, Shikamaru. Just let me cook," you snapped, though your voice quivered entirely too much to be convincing.
"Yeah, you look perfectly fine," he deadpanned, his tone dripping with dry sarcasm. He stepped right up behind you, his chest pressing lightly against your back as he removed the weapon from your tight grip.
"You're a terrifying woman when your uterus is angry, and I'd rather not bleed out in my own kitchen." You sighed and allowed him to move your body away from the counter.
Twelve agonizingly slow steps. That was exactly how long it took him to guide your exhausted body out of the stifling heat and into the cool shaded sanctuary of the living room.
He guided your sore body down, maneuvering you carefully until you were lying on your side atop a plush zabuton cushion, your back pressed securely against his folded legs.
His fingers found the exact base of your spine. His thumbs kneaded deeply into the aching lumbar muscles, applying a heavy pressure that instantly softened the tension right out of your pissed nervous system.
You let out a shaky whimper, the pain slowly draining out of you. "Aren't you supposed to be complaining about how troublesome I am?"
"You are troublesome. But you're my trouble," he replied with a lazyish smile. "And if I let you keep cooking, we'd be eating pulverized carrots. Close your eyes. I'm ordering takeout."
You went completely pliable against his legs as his thumbs continued their heavy, rhythmic pressure along your spine. "Thank you, Shikamaru," you huffed, your eyelids growing heavy.
He didn't say anything too sentimental back. Shikamaru was not a grand monologue type of guy, but he was always there for you, no matter the situation. He stretched his right arm, grabbing a woven fan from the low table to cool the sticky summer air around you.
"Yeah. I got you, baby," was the last thing he breathed before you drifted into a well-deserved nap.
Might Guy
Hiding in the darkness of your bedroom closet seemed like a brilliant plan until your spine locked up against the fluffy mat on the hardwood floor. But you refused to move as the unbearable ache radiating through your abdomen made the thought of uncurling your legs sound like absolute torture.
You buried your face deeper into the thick wool of your oversized sweater, praying the shadows would swallow you whole before he returned.
Too late.
You heard the front door open. It was followed by the relentlessly cheerful voice that usually made your heart flutter, but today simply made you wince.
Might Guy tracked your cycle with the exact same dedication he applied to his eight-gates training. He kept a very detailed color-coded calendar taped to the inside of the bathroom cabinet. He knew exactly what week it was. And worse, he knew exactly what was recommended for the pain.
He had read about it in a wellness magazine and immediately consulted Tsunade to confirm the method's validity. Her simple "yes" was all it took for him to draft an entire dynamic stretch plan specifically for your cycle.
"My beautiful lotus!" his voice echoed down the hallway, the floorboards literally shaking under his enthusiastic strides. "It is time to embrace the healing power of the dynamic stretch!"
You held your breath and squeezed your eyes shut.
Please don't find me here. Please, please...
Guy could find you in any crowd, anywhere, at any moment. So when the closet door swung open, flooding your dark sanctuary with blinding afternoon light, you were not entirely surprised.
He stood in the doorway with his hands planted on his hips. His signature gleaming smile softened the second his dark eyes locked onto your miserable form.
His large hand encircled your ankle securely. He eased you out of the closet with a smooth continuous pull, completely ignoring your pathetic whine of protest.
"I am NOT doing yoga, Guy," you croaked. "Let me die in the dark."
"Nonsense!" he declared, though his volume was noticeably dialed down to a rumbling baritone.
He scooped you up effortlessly, cradling your body against his bulky chest. "The Springtime of Youth does not surrender to uterine distress! But," he paused, pressing a kiss to your temple, "it does allow for negotiation."
He carried you to the center of the tatami mat and laid you down lovingly.
"Negotiation?"
"Three modified stretches," he bargained. "Ten minutes of deep breathing to open your chakra pathways." He leaned in closer to finish his proposal. "And in return, I will personally carry you to the onsen and feed you sweet dumplings until you fall asleep in my arms."
"Can we do sweet dumplings first and then hot springs?" you asked with pleading puppy eyes.
"You got yourself a deal, my lotus!" He chanted, helping you stand up straight so you could begin your stretching session.
Kiba
The ruthless ache anchored deep in your pelvis made simply existing feel like an impossible task; your head ached so bad it felt like it was about to explode. You traded your jeans for sweatpants after you came home from work, and collapsed onto the edge of the mattress, waiting for the painkillers to finally kick in. You tossed and turned against the sheets, desperate for any kind of release from the discomfort.
You didn't hear the front door open, only the faint click of your bedroom door that barely registered over the hammering in your head. What gave him away was the sudden shift in the air, a clear trace of petrichor and pine creeping into the room.
Kiba leaned lazily against the doorframe, his wolf-like eyes raking over your messy form. A wicked smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.
"Damn, you look so hot. Is all that for me?"
What was wrong with men and their weird habit of finding you hot on your absolute worst days? I'm in literal sweatpants.
You didn't even have the energy to glare at him properly. "Kiba, please, not today," you grunted, burying your feverish face into your hands. "This is not the time nor the place."
A low puff of amusement escaped him. He pushed off the wood, crossing the room with padded steps.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he murmured. "I could smell your hormones dropping from a mile away, duh."
You let out a heavy sigh, wanting nothing more than to curl into a miserable little ball. "Then let me suffer in peace. Bye."
You didn't even get the chance to fully roll away. The mattress dipped heavily behind you, his arm surrounding your waist, keeping you in place as his broad chest pressed closer against your spine.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tongue dragging a slick line against your skin. The sharp inhale he took and the soft heat of his mouth sent a comforting wave straight down your back.
"Well," he teased, his voice dropping into a rough but incredibly suggestive beat. "I know a few ways to ease the ache."
He shifted closer, his warmth acting as the perfect human heating pad against your lower back, but the friction of his hips pressing into you told a slightly different story.
"Besides," his teeth nipped against your pulse point, his feral edge completely melting into an intoxicating devotion. "This drop in your scent always drives me insane."
You finally turned to face him, staring right into his eyes. You batted your eyelashes, your defenses crumbling as he leaned in closer and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.
His left hand slid down your back, his fingers massaging firmly against your lower spine. The heavy pressure relieved the tension for a second, pulling a relieved sigh from your throat.
"Hmm, Kiba. That feels so much better," you breathed, leaning your weight completely into his hold.
"I know, baby. I gotcha," was the only thing he managed to mutter before pressing his forehead against yours. He then dropped his face to your collarbone, biting gently at the sensitive skin. He pulled the thick blanket over both of you, entwining his legs with yours so you were surrounded by his heat.
"Gosh, your body heat is literally magic," you cooed, the cramps finally starting to ease under his touch.
"See? Even when you want to kick me out, your body literally can't resist me, huh? C'mere, let me show you another way to make the pain go away."
Kakashi
Staring at merchant trade maps for six hours straight was exhausting on a good day, but doing it while your uterus felt like a literal war zone was pure torture. You had fought tooth and nail for the Village Liaison position at the Hokage's tower, but the physical toll of your cycle had entirely eclipsed any sign of your ambition today.
You had spent the entire morning trying to hide the gnawing waves of cramps that kept pulling you out of your focus, and you thought you were hiding it well enough from the rest of the tower staff, but you could never hide it from Kakashi.
He was in the building quite often most days, reviewing mission reports or tending to the Hokage’s endless requests. Lately, he had been using those tasks as a thinly veiled excuse to loiter in your workspace, casually claiming the lavender armchair in the corner as his official spot, and turning the pages of his crude orange book while you deciphered trade manifests in total silence. Except today, that silence felt heavy, charged with the weight of his unblinking attention.
He didn't stare, of course, that would be too obvious even for him, but he was a man who noticed everything. He watched the pained flicker of your eyelids when you stood up to reach a high shelf, and how you pressed your lips into a thin line every time you sank back into your chair.
He recognized the subtle signs of physical distress a little too well.
It wasn’t until he looked away from his book to check on you that he finally understood the real reason behind it. When you pulled a small blister pack of pills from your bag, his eye caught the label in a split second, the pieces clicking together right before him.
Oh, so you were feeling that kind of pain.
Now, back in the comfort of your own place after a dreadful day at the office, you groaned, trying to find a proper position in your bed. You pulled the thick duvet completely over your head as another crushing contraction tore through your abdomen and legs.
The weight of the afternoon dragged on until a knock at your front door finally broke the silence.
"Who is it?"
“Hey. It's me," came Kakashi's muffled, lazy drawl.
You dragged yourself out of bed, opening the door just a crack. He stood there in his standard casual clothes, holding a stack of trade route maps you had intentionally left behind at the archives.
"You left these on the desk," he lied effortlessly, because he knew you didn’t have any plans on bringing work home. A quick brow pinch of genuine concern betrayed his casual posture the second he saw how pale your face was.
"Thanks, Kakashi, but honestly... not today. I clocked out thirty minutes ago," you mumbled, leaning your head against the doorframe, far too exhausted to deal with office talk, or any talk for that matter.
“I see… It’s fine. Why don’t you go get some rest? I'll just leave these on the kitchen island.” His eye curved into a softened gaze as he blatantly ignored your dismissal, slipping right past you and into your apartment. You were in too much pain to argue.
“Right. Just don’t… mind the mess, please,” you sighed in defeat, promptly retreating back to the dark sanctuary of your bedroom.
When you finally woke up from a two-hour nap, the simmering coil in your stomach had dulled to a manageable ache, so you decided to stand up and at least tidy up what you could. But the moment you shuffled out into the living room, you stopped dead in your tracks.
It wasn't deep-cleaned, but the piles and piles of stray papers were organized. The coffee mug you’d left out was rinsed alongside the small pile of dirty dishes from the night before, and the heart-warming smell of a covered bowl of fresh Okayu drifted from the stove.
Sitting on the kitchen counter, right next to a glass of water and a blister pack of the exact same painkillers he had seen you taking, was his worn, overfamiliar orange book. A small sticky note was slapped onto the cover, his characteristically messy handwriting scribbled hastily across the paper.
“Hopefully this helps you laugh a bit through the pain :) It usually works for me. I’ll come by later. — K”
Shino
You were the type who treated physical ailments like a personal challenge. While most people would immediately reach for a bottle of pain relievers, you preferred to raw dog your way through it.
Every. Single. Time.
Today, however, the twisting cramps in your lower abdomen were testing all limits of your resolve.
You were curled tightly on the edge of the living room rug, your jaw locked as you forcefully tried to focus on the scroll in your lap. A vicious spike of pain tore through your core again, pulling a small gasp from your throat.
Shino had been observing you from the other side of the room for the last ten minutes. His dark glasses completely concealed his eyes, but his (hyper) focused posture gave him away. He noticed your shallow breathing and the way your knuckles turned stark white against the parchment every second, and at this point, he'd had enough.
He knew your stubbornness intimately, he knew you way too well, aware that if he offered a soothing cup of medicinal tea or suggested you lie down, your knee-jerk reaction would be to wave him off.
So, he simply bypassed the argument at once.
His ghost-like footsteps barely registered before he dropped onto the floor right behind you. His arms slid around your waist, pulling your back flush against his solid chest, his soothing touch already consuming you.
"Shino, I'm fine," you grunted, though your voice lacked any real conviction.
"You are not! Why? Because your body language suggests otherwise." His deep voice was a rumble against your spine. "And you do not have to prove your endurance to me."
He didn't give you the chance to argue. His hands found their way under your sweater and moved to rest directly over your stomach. The hum of his chakra resonated against your skin as he quietly ordered his kikaichu to disperse across your abdomen, completely hidden beneath the fabric layers.
A flowing heat bloomed across your skin. It was far more effective than anything you could’ve tried, melting into your muscles and making you relax instantly. The relief was so jarring that a heavy sigh ripped its way out of your chest, making your hardheaded posture completely dissolve as your head fell back onto his shoulder.
"Better," he wooed, his thumb gently stroking the skin near your waistband.
"Sneaky," you breathed through a small chuckle, closing your eyes to relax under his touch.
"Efficiency requires a silent approach," he cooed, adjusting his high-collared coat to completely envelop you in his warmth.
Naruto
“Shiiit,” you cursed as you dropped the laundry basket. The loud clatter of plastic spilling clothes echoed against the hardwood as you sank down right beside it, completely winded. The pain in your lower back finally peaked into an overpowering cramp.
The front door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud thump.
"I'm HOOOOOME—" Naruto's happy voice rang through the apartment, cutting off into a gasp as he saw you on the floor. He took in the scattered laundry and your trembling form curled on the floor, tension gripping his jaw.
He dropped his takeout bags and crossed the distance in a millisecond, dropping to his knees with panic in his eyes. "Who did this? Are we under attack? What happened?“ he babbled.
His hands hovered over your body like he was terrified he might break you, inspecting you for any signs of injuries.
"Naruto," you croaked, taking a deep breath, "It's just my cycle."
He blinked.
The trepidation fully drained from his face, replaced by pure relief.
"Oh. Oh." He let out a nervous laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Right. Okay. Yeah, yeah, I totally knew that."
He scooped you right off the floor, pulling your frame flush against his chest.
His body ran notoriously hot, so the immediate friction of his skin against yours acted like a giant human heating pad against your cramping muscles.
"I brought Ichiraku for you," he coaxed, carrying you toward the bedroom. He deposited you carefully onto the mattress, pulling the blanket right up to your chin.
"Don't move, I'll be right back."
He sprinted back down the hall to retrieve the abandoned takeout and returned with the brown bags, crawling in beside you to share his body heat once again.
"We are getting you comfortable, and I am feeding you noodles until you feel better," his voice losing its goofy edge and settling into something more tender, more caring.
You didn't even have the energy to say you weren't really hungry as he unpacked the takeout containers directly onto the bed. He blew on a cluster of noodles to cool them down for you, completely determined to heal your pain with pork broth and his unadulterated love.
Sasuke
You were staring at the glass jar on the kitchen counter with burning rage. What should have been a minor inconvenience had quickly escalated into a wave of hormonal fury.
The metal lid refused to budge, your hands shaking as you twisted it again, the friction burning your skin.
“Why won’t you open, you little—”
Sasuke leaned against the doorframe, silently watching you wage war against the inanimate object. It was almost funny.
Almost.
But he knew any wrong move would result in that havoc being projected somewhere else, or worse, onto someone else. He was smarter than that; he would not volunteer as a tribute to this impending massacre happening in the kitchen of your shared house.
When you finally slammed the jar down and let out a frustrated sob, he pushed off the wood. He knew your cycle made your emotions swing out of control, way more than you even admitted most of the time, turning the smallest obstacles into total tragedies.
He stepped into the room, closing the distance between you. Reaching past your shoulder, he took the glass from your grip, gave it a single twist, and the lid popped open.
“Thank you, Sasuke…” You could barely look at him. “It's stupid," you choked out, wiping the tears of frustration spilling over your lashes. "I'm just so mad for no reason."
Sasuke set the jar aside and took you in his gaze. He didn't offer a logical solution or tell you to calm down, because he knew that would only make the situation infinitely worse. Instead, he turned you around and pulled you tight against his body.
"I know," he hushed, his fingers tangling into your hair to gently press your face into the crook of his neck.
You gripped his shirt, letting the irrational anger and frustration evaporate. He steadied you right there in the middle of the kitchen, swaying you slightly to calm you down in the ways he knew best.
"Take your time," he breathed against your temple, his reassuring presence absorbing every ounce of your oscillating mood.
Itachi
You had spent the last twenty minutes reorganizing the books and scrolls on Itachi's bookshelf. His diligent nature usually made this a calming task for you, and you took pride in helping him, but today, you were desperate to burn off the stifling wave of hormonal anxiety clawing at your chest.
Every little thing felt too intense.
The binding of a heavy medical text refused to sit properly against the others, and the minor inconvenience actually made your eyes burn with frustrated tears.
“Why can’t you stay put—” you hissed, forcefully shoving the book into place.
"The categorizations are color-coded, yet you have placed anatomy in the center of the summoning section."
You jumped violently, and your shoulder slammed hard into the edge of the wooden shelf.
“Oh, fuck,” you hissed, instinctively grabbing your collarbone as the stinging pain radiated down your arm.
The room fell dead silent.
Itachi was standing in the doorway. You hadn't even sensed his presence until now, but his dark eyes were already analyzing the tense line of your spine.
"Are you alright?”
"I'm fine." You swallowed hard, turning around and forcing a counterfeit smile. "It's just my shoulder. I’m… doing some rearranging."
He didn't even blink.
He stepped fully into the room, his presence crowding out your messy energy. "I did not take you for the kind that would ever lie," he observed, stopping just a breath away from you. "Especially to me."
The gentle chastise completely dissolved your defenses. Your fake smile faded while your hands dropped uselessly to your sides, the exhaustion of your mood swing finally showing.
“Sorry, ‘tachi. I guess my body is just being difficult," you whispered, feeling ridiculous in front of him. "I'm overwhelmed for absolutely no reason.”
He reached out, his long fingers catching your wrist to guide you away from the shelf. With all the care in the world, he gathered you into his arms, wrapping you in a cocoon of his radiating warmth and safety.
"You do not need a reason to seek comfort,” he cooed, his chin coming to rest gently on the crown of your head.
You surrendered instantly, burying your face in the soft cotton of his black yukata. His hand settled firmly between your shoulder blades, his thumb mapping a slow circle to anchor your racing thoughts. He was content to just stand there and hold you together until the storm in your mind and body passed.
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How he pulls you out of a situation that makes you uncomfortable. Because no matter how tough he is. He does not play around you.
Warnings: little angst (panic attacks and anxiety mentioned), fluff, your man being protective
Wordcount: 956
He might not always be the nicest one. But he does not play about you. Not once. He can see in the blink of an eye when something is wrong, when anything in your surroundings upsets you. All fun and games and messing around until it comes to his girl.
He knows you're anxious; you got panic attacks, and sometimes everything felt too much. Then he got on you always when you were around him. That one voice he used to talk with others, harsh, maybe a bit passively aggressive, turned gentle the second he saw you needed it.
That grin turned into a reassuring smile, a large hand that cradled the back of your head to pull you against him.
And when you were caught up in an unpleasant conversation? He stepped in; you were too polite, too nice to say you had no time or didn't want to talk. Especially when you already tried to show you weren't interested, but not everyone is good at reading into people's body language. He knew the second your eyes darted around or your smile was tighter than usual.
"And then we actually went to hit that new place, you know-" that boyfriend of one of your friends started talking with you. You didn't really like him, but you wouldn't say a thing. He saw it from afar; no matter what he had been occupied with, he stopped it. Sauntering over with long legs and pulling you closer. One of the first actions is to make you feel safe. Still that guy kept talking.
Your man took a breath in and then chuckled. "Back off, chatting time is over, buddy," he said it casually, flashing his eyes at him. "You need to go?" that man asked you, but instead of saying anything, what you tried, your man spoke for you. Not because he thought he needed to or you couldn't, but because he was aware he would make it cut straight and it would take you out of the situation.
"No, but she does not even like you and is tired of the words that come out of that thing that is moving the whole time," he said and pointed to his face with a smirk. "My mouth?" the other guy asked, clearly being confused. "Oh, yeah, that. It's annoying," he shot back with a grin before taking you by your waist and pulling you with him.
"You're always so straightforward." You meant it with a sigh, and it was not only that he could see the little shake in your fingers. How have you tried to suppress it? "Someone has to be." He meant and led you two further away from the crowd he put you in front of him. "You're too good for them, baby. Can't let you drown there, can I?" he meant and wiped a strand of hair out of your face.
"Don't suppress it; you know it just gets worse," he urged you gently. He could see your eyes filled with some tears. "But I don't want to have it now." You meant and tried to be stubborn towards yourself. You knew you got panic attacks, that heavy, uneasy feeling in your chest. Even when it did not always seem to be a reason there. And sometimes, you just didn't want it. You wanted to feel normal, not aware that normal was not always what it seemed.
"I know, no one does. You don't deserve it. But it's not a weakness to show it, not to me," he explains, as his one hand goes through his hair. "Not a weakness, yeah totally. I shit my pants when I need to go grocery shopping." You laughed out of frustration at the first tears spilled. "You know what the difference between us is?" he asked you, holding your hands in his palms. He traced your knuckles, tenderly even for someone so rough. "Did you say what you think?" you asked back as you watched how his fingers entangled with yours.
"I may get up the day and say fuck you into the world. I fight it, yes. But it's exhausting. While you think about it, you try facing what is making you afraid every fucking day. You make progress while I just ignore it. You're braver than I am. I may not be afraid of a fight or a mean word. But I don't want to face my demons the way you do. Because I wouldn't be strong enough." It was spoken with a genuine tone. He might be strong and not taking everything to heart. It doesn't mean that nothing would scare him, just not the same way it scared you.
But he knew he got an amazing girlfriend, with a heart too big for her own good, why you even ended up with him. And he would take that gift of your heart not lightly. You were the one good thing, and he would keep you. "That's not-" you wanted to talk it small again, but he didn't let you. "You can't change my mind about you, baby. You're strong. Those pretty tears? Just a proof of it, you feel, and you let yourself feel. That's more than most do. That's more than I deserve." After that, you broke out in small tears, and he hugged you while you hid your face in his neck. Your arms around his torso. And simply having a man who loved you, even with the panic attacks and the anxiety. Nothing about you scared him off; no, he even admired it. In his very own way.
Shuji Hanma, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Sanzu Harachuyio, Eren Yaeger, Kiba Inzuka, Toji Fushiguro, Suguru Geto, Baji Keisuke, Gyutaro, Akaza, Rindou, Reno, Enjin
Featuring: Naruto, Shikamaru, Kiba, Gaara, and Kankuro.
Notes from the Batcave: for ✨this✨request from @alcoholic-emerald
Naruto Uzumaki
The bathroom was already steaming when Naruto hopped in with a grin that stretched ear to ear, his wild blond hair damp and sticking up in funny spikes.
“Ready for some serious bubble ninja training?” he joked, plopping down into the tub with a splash that sent bubbles flying everywhere.
You couldn’t help but laugh as he made a grand show of trying to balance himself, wobbling a little before settling in comfortably behind you.
“Hey, I’m a ninja, not a ballerina,” he teased, sending a splash of water your way.
“Oh, it’s on!” you declared, flicking water right back at him.
Soon, the tub was a playful battlefield of bubbles and splashes. Naruto was chuckling like a kid, blowing bubbles and shaping them with his fingers like tiny, floating ninja stars.
“See? Perfect chakra control!” he said proudly.
You rolled your eyes but smiled, watching how carefree he looked, all the worries and battles momentarily forgotten in this silly, soft moment with you.
Naruto suddenly leaned closer, bubbles clinging to his cheeks, “You know, you’re kind of my favorite teammate,” he said quietly, his playful grin softening.
You blinked, caught off guard by the tenderness in his voice, “we’re not even on the same team.”
He reached out and ran a hand gently along your arm, the roughness of a calluses surprisingly soothing. “Doesn’t matter, I’m glad you’re here,” he added, eyes searching yours like he wanted you to know he meant it.
The warm water surrounded you both, the bubbles floating like soft clouds, and the silliness of earlier faded into a quiet closeness.
Naruto rested his forehead against yours, “Promise me we’ll always have moments like this- no missions, no worries. Just us.”
You smiled, heart full, and nodded.
“Good,” he said, his voice a whisper now. “Because this… this is the best kind of training.”
Shikamaru Nara
When you told Shikamaru the bath was ready, he groaned from the couch.
“What a drag… can’t we just stay here?” he mumbled, but five minutes later, he shuffled in anyway, hands in his pockets, hair a little messier than usual.
Sliding into the warm water, he let out a long sigh that almost sounded like relief, “Alright… I’ll admit… this isn’t bad,” he said, leaning back until his head rested against the tub’s edge.
You started piling bubbles on his arm just to see if you could get a reaction. He cracked one eye open, giving you a lazy side glance, “Really?”
“Really,” you said, grinning, before flicking a little foam at him.
For a second, he didn’t move, then, with ninja precision, he flicked water back at you and closed his eyes again like nothing happened.
“You started it,” he murmured.
At first, he didn’t say much, just basked in the heat of the water with that sleepy, peaceful look. But after a while, he shifted closer so your knees brushed under the water. “Y’know…” His voice was quiet, a little hesitant. “For all my complaining, this is… actually perfect.”
You smiled, “I’ll remind you of that next time.”
“Don’t push it,” he smirked, though there was no bite to it. He reached under the water to take your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles slowly, “It’s… easy with you. Like I don’t have to think so much.”
You leaned in and rested your head against his shoulder, and he let out another content sigh, the kind that told you he’d never admit it out loud, but he wouldn’t mind ending every day like this.
Kiba Inuzuka
You barely had the tub filled before Kiba was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, his bright grin stretching wide.
“Come on, come on! This is gonna be awesome!” he said, already undressing.
He dove into the bath with a splash that soaked the bathroom floor, laughing as he shook water everywhere. His wild hair was dripping, and his sharp eyes sparkled with excitement. “Bet you can’t make bigger bubbles than me!”
You took the bait, puffing out your cheeks and blowing as hard as you could into the water. Kiba laughed, splashing you in return, “No way! Mine are ninja-level bubbles!”
Before long, the tub was a frothy mess, and even Akamaru was sitting nearby, looking amused (and maybe a little jealous).
But as the splashing slowed, Kiba leaned back against the tub, his usual energy settling into a more relaxed rhythm, pulling you into him, your back to his chest.
“You know…” he started, voice quieter, “I don’t get to do stuff like this a lot. Just chill. It feels kinda nice.”
You smiled, rubbing your hands over his forearms gently, “Yeah. You deserve it.”
His eyes softened, and poked your ribs playfully, “Don’t get all mushy on me.”
You laughed, and he grinned back, his hand finding yours under the bubbles.
For a guy who’s usually all speed and heat, this quiet, warm moment felt like a whole new kind of adventure, one you were both happy to share.
Gaara no Sabaku
The bath was drawn with care, steam curling softly in the air. Gaara sat at the edge of the tub, his usual stoic expression unreadable as he glanced at you, already immersed in the water.
“You’re sure this is necessary?” he asked quietly, the faintest hint of curiosity in his voice.
You nodded, gently taking his hand and pulling him in the tub behind you, “It’s just to relax. No fighting, no sandstorms, no Kage worries… Just… us.”
Slowly, he settled into the warm water, the coolness of his usual demeanor softening as the heat seeped into his skin. He barely moved, but you caught the faintest sigh as the tension in his shoulders eased.
For a while, it was quiet, the only sound the gentle lapping of water and the soft breaths from either of you. Then, without warning, you dipped a hand into the bubbles and flicked some toward him.
“You’re… childish,” he muttered with a rare, small smile tugging at his lips. but there was no real scorn, only something almost like fondness.
You grinned and flicked bubbles at him again, “That’s why you like me.”
He regarded you for a long moment, then reached out slowly, brushing a stray wet strand of hair from your face with a delicate touch that felt electric against your skin.
“Being with you… it’s peaceful,” he admitted, voice low, “I don’t often get this.”
His gaze softened as he leaned closer, the warmth of the bath mirroring the quiet warmth blooming between you.
“I’m glad you suggested this,” he said simply.
You smiled, reaching to hold his hand under the water.
For the first time in a long while, Gaara let himself relax fully, just a man, not a weapon. Just two people sharing a moment of calm in the storm.
Kankuro no Sabaku
When you told Kankuro you’d drawn a bath for the two of you, his brows arched and that sly grin appeared instantly, “A bath, huh? Guess I should’ve brought one of my puppets to fan us with palm leaves.”
He stepped into the water with a groan of exaggerated relief, sinking in until the bubbles reached his chest. “Now this,” he said, leaning back like he owned the tub, “is luxury. No desert dust. No sand in awkward places. Just warm water and-“ He scooped up a handful of bubbles and plopped them onto your head. “-you looking ridiculous.”
You gave him a deadpan stare, bubbles dripping down your face, “You’re hilarious.”
“I know,” he smirked, leaning closer, “It’s part of my charm.”
The first few minutes were pure play, him making bubble beards, pretending to sculpt you a “puppet disguise” out of suds, and dramatically declaring himself “Lord of the Bath.” Every time you rolled your eyes, he grinned wider, clearly loving the reaction.
But after a while, his voice dropped lower, he pulled your back to his chest, his teasing pausing, “Y’know… this is actually kinda nice. Just… being here with you.”
You looked over, your shoulder and his smirk had softened into a small, genuine smile. His arm slid along the edge of the tub until his fingers brushed yours under the water.
“I don’t get to slow down much,” he admitted, eyes warm, “But you make it easy.”
You squeezed his hand, the playful bubbles now a quiet sea around you. Kankuro gave you one more smirk, smaller this time, almost shy, before tugging you closer to his chest and a kiss to your temple. “Don’t tell anyone,” he murmured, “but I think I could get used to this.”
a/n: sooo my first headcanons yeiih!! this just came flowing out of me while watching boruto tbh because i'm delusional lmao,,,, anyway, very self indulgent as always :) ignore typos pls i cant spell aaaand enjoy xx
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warnings: none! SFW :) not proofread
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♢ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴜᴢᴜᴍᴀᴋɪ♢
✿sUCH a messy sleeper
❀he'd toss and turn throughout the whole night, ending up somewhere completely different than where he fell asleep on the bed
❀matching pyjama sets !!!
✿especially seasonal ones, he adores them
✿BLANKET HOGGER !!!
❀but not on purpose really, he just pulls it with him due to all his movements
✿u always wake up with it either on the floor or him laying atop of it
❀sometimes he hits u with his elbow or his feet, but pls don't tell him he WILL cry
✿just push him away, boy will not wake up under any circumstances
❀the both of u alWAYS cuddle when falling asleep
✿the usual position is with his arms around your waist, legs thrown over ur own and his face resting next to ur shoulder
❀for that exact reason he's a BIG SPOON !!
❀so so quick to fall asleep, and wakes up after u as well
✿but not at all groggy in the morning !! he's energetic from the second he opens his eyes and sees u preparing breakfast
❀overall just the softest boyfriend ever
♢ꜱᴀꜱᴜᴋᴇ ᴜᴄʜɪʜᴀ♢
❀now thIS dude sleeps like a corpse
✿he's not particularly prone on cuddling u, but he fairly enjoys having ur head on his chest and feeling ur fingertips draw circles against his skin
❀he'd never admit it tho obviously
✿mostly wears a black lose t-shirt and some short sweats or sumn
❀just comfortable all around
✿i'm a firm believer in the back position
❀laying flat on the mattress, one arm either around u, or both resting on his belly
✿light sleeper, if i may
❀takes him pretty long to fall asleep as well, but counting ur breath usually calms him and makes it easier
✿u make everything easier for him actually
❀doesn't really care about a blanket, it all really depends on what u prefer while sleeping
✿often awoken by nightmares, but won't ever wake u up or tell u the next day because he thinks it's embarrassing
❀refuses to leave the bed in the morning, but isn't moody at all just very quiet
✿always helps u make breakfast and makes the bed without having to ask him to
❀overall just a calm lover
♢ᴋɪʙᴀ ɪɴᴜᴢᴜᴋᴀ♢
❀without a doubt, a snorer
✿like IM SORRY LADIES but c'mon
❀but not annoyingly loud, just breathy lil snores
✿the problem with it is: he won't move an INCH away from u ever, he's all up in ur business while sleeping
❀doesn't matter how, he's always got to feel u next to him somehow
✿i take him as a sleep talker too, mumbling incoherent words against your neck which only make u laugh tbh
❀akamaru's got his own bed next to the two of u, but some nights he crawls in between ur bodies, practically suffocating u
✿you really don't mind on colder nights, but in summer kiba makes him get off, due to having such a high body temperature already and he doesn't want u to complain even more
❀wore a shirt and pants at the beginning of ur relationship
✿but now??? u'd have to FORCE him to wear anything more than boxers
❀hates when u don't want to cuddle :(( might as well kill him fr
✿why need a blanket when he has you??
❀doesn't leave the bed AT ALL in the morning, u literally have to grab him by the feet and drag him out of it
✿he's a sweetheart, really
♢ꜱʜɪᴋᴀᴍᴀʀᴜ ɴᴀʀᴀ♢
❀dude HATES cuddling at the beginning of ur relationship, me thinks
✿but fear not, it just takes a bit of convincing from ur side and he's in on it
❀but it's subtle touches really, like holding his hand or having ur feet intertwined
✿if u've had a bad day, he'd definitely play with your hair to make u fall asleep, he's not a diCK
❀grey sweats all the way !!!!!
✿rarely ever wears a shirt, except for when it's cold of course
❀he seems much more like a light sleeper than not, but he's so grouchy when something wakes him up it's a drag really
✿has to be completely dark and quiet in his room or he won't be able to close one eye
❀always sleeps on the side closest to the door
✿big on talking about both ur days at night because he's a very private person and loves spending time with u ALONE
❀deep talk at 2am?? u can bet on it
✿forehead kisses!!! once u wake up and neither of u want to get up and start ur day
❀he's such an attentive lover in general, i'm actually going insane
♢ɴᴇᴊɪ ʜʏᴜɢᴀ♢
❀oh my lovely boy
✿i feel like he wouldn't move a MUSCLE while sleeping
❀sometimes you have to poke him to make sure he's still alive
✿AHEM
❀a light sleeper foshou
✿also ????
❀he would 100% wait for u to fall asleep first
✿would always run his fingertips over your back to make you tired
❀unfortunately, the closest to cuddling u two do, is ur head on his chest
✿he gets sweaty quickly, so he'll often sleep without a shirt (which u don't complain about obviously) and that's the reason why he doesn't necessarily NEED body contact (in this situation only!!)
❀but HUGE PLUS he'll sweet talk you to sleep almost every night
✿asking about ur day from begin to end
❀he wants to know it ALL
✿in general, he's really big on making you as comfortable as possible before bed
❀would even wait till the morning to go pee because you look so peaceful laying on his chest
✿don't mind him watching u he just thinks ur so pretty ok
❀u wake up to the smell of coffee almost every morning
✿overall, as we been knew, the gentlest gentlemen to perhaps ever gentleman goodbye
♢ᴋᴀᴋᴀꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ♢
❀poor baby's the king of light sleepers
✿always ready to jump into battle and protect u if he has to, even if u convince him that ur safe and nothing's going to happen :(
❀casually wears a black tanktop and some sweats, mask and shinobi headband easily reachable on the bedside table at his right side
✿definitely enjoys u playing with his hair too much
❀he prefers to fall asleep with his head either on your chest or tugged just under your chin so he can hear you breathe and ur heart beat
✿he's so tragic oh my days
❀anYWAY light snores but only when he's REALLY gone and u rarely ever see him in this state so,,,,,
✿loves listening to ur stories before falling asleep
❀legs & arms intertwined and allathat
✿you will never lay in bed without him picking up one of his books at least ONCE
❀it really calms him down u know
✿but start a conversation with him, and he's all urs, book long forgotten next to his mask and headband.
❀always wakes up earlier than u, preparing breakfast with said book between his fingers
✿(he swears he'll close it once ur awake tho)
❀((he does))
a/n: AHEM i hope u liked it ???? pls tell me ??? AAAA i will see u beans next time bye bye xx
how the boys in Naruto would react if their son/daughter were scared
⟡ fandom: naruto
⟡ characters: kakashi, itachi, sasuke, naruto, kiba, shino, shikamaru, kankuro
Kakashi🍃
Kakashi’s ninken came sprinting toward him, and the one named Bull made him raise an eyebrow as he sat reading on the couch beside you, his fingers gently threading through your hair.
“Your daughter yelled at me when I went to check on her at the shinobi school!”
Kakashi knew his little girl well enough to understand her stubbornness. She fiercely valued her privacy, even though he had already explained the visits were solely for her safety.
Right on cue, the daughter in question opened the front door, but the moment she spotted Pakkun, she froze behind it.
Your voice was the first to break the tension as you rose from the couch and stepped softly toward her.
“Sweetheart, is everything alright?”
“No! Why is that dog inside the house?”
She slammed the door shut with such force that both you and Kakashi widened your eyes. Kakashi let out a sigh and stood, murmuring an “I’ll handle it” before heading outside.
He leaned against the doorframe, watching as his daughter played absentmindedly with the flowers in the courtyard, admiring their shape and color.
“Sweetheart, tell your father. What’s the real issue?”
It was difficult for Kakashi not to laugh behind the mask. Her pouty, exasperated expression reminded him so much of you.
“I don’t like him, okay? He just follows me around and never even plays with me! What does he want from me?”
Was his little girl… perhaps afraid?
“Should I ask him to play with you more?”
Noticing the flicker of curiosity in her eyes, Kakashi called Bull’s name. The dog stepped out into the courtyard at a calm pace. His daughter looked at him, then at the dog until her body language relaxing when she realized her father wasn’t interfering. That meant it was safe.
She reached out and gave Bull a hesitant pat on the head. When the dog wagged his tail, her face lit up in a brilliant smile.
And Kakashi, despite himself, smiled back—hidden under the mask, but present all the same.
Itachi🍃
Itachi stopped midway through the hallway, just as his son collided into him and immediately hid behind his leg.
“Dad, something’s in the house! Please save me!”
He looked down at his tearful son, the small face pressed into him in desperation or protection. A familiar expression, one he hadn’t seen in years.
“What happened?”
His son pointed dramatically at the floor, gesturing toward the flickering shadows of tree branches swaying outside, their reflections cast through the windows onto the floor. Itachi’s eyes softened, amused and knowing he’d have to share this moment with you later.
Before lifting him into his arms, Itachi sighed quietly, then carried the boy to the window, pointing toward the origin of the shadows.
“See that, my son? That’s the reflection of the tree your mother and I planted a few years ago, before you were born.”
But his son wasn’t so easily convinced. He had inherited that sharp, calculating mind.
“Then what is it doing inside our house? There’s no tree in here!”
Turning him slightly, Itachi shifted to block the moonlight outside and revealed the shadow they had both cast, now joined on the floor.
“Everything has a shadow, son. A reflection… and sometimes, a self-reflection.”
The boy clung to his father’s neck, eyes now heavy with sleep as Itachi carried him toward the bedroom
“Self-reflection?”
Seeing him drift into slumber, Itachi murmured softly.
“We’ll talk about that when you’re older, little one.”
Shikamaru🍃
Turning off the lights around the house to end the day, Shikamaru was taken aback when his son started raising his voice as he didn’t reach his room yet for sleeping.
“Dad, no! Fuck—“
“Hey, hey! We spoke to you about cursing in this house.” You followed Shikamaru as he goes to his room, leaning into his shoulder as he leaned on the door, looking at his angry son.
Your sweet voice made your son speak sooner.
“What’s happening, baby? Why did you yell at your father?”
“Like you don’t know…”
Shikamaru furrowed his eyebrows, you gave eachother a side glance.
“Know what, boy?”
“The ghost okay! My friends told me they usually are in the dark and I don’t want them to see me! They scare me all the time!”
You go to him at the end of the bed, scrunching down to be at his eye level and cupping his cheek.
“Baby, hey! Look at me.” You smiled as your scary boy looked at you. “No ghost is in our house, believe your mom and dad. And even if it was, your dad is stronger enough to fight them! You saw how cool his shadows are, right?” Your kid nodded, shiffing a little. “His ghosts are more powerful! He teach them a lesson today if you want to remind them how strong our boy is too! And they should never touch you! You’re the most protected in the village!”
As your voice turned sweeter, gesticulating dramatically to make the boy focused, distracting him, Shikamaru’s eyes soften at the sight.
“Really, dad?”
Shikamaru shrugged lazily, scratching the back of his head with a faint smirk even though he was a little embarassed.
“Yes, boy. You’ll be stronger like me soon and maybe you’ll be the one protecting us when you grew older.”
After you kissed your boy’s cheeck, you return to his father as he higged you from the side instinctively, murmuring in your year.
“I’ll talk to his parent’s friends too.” You nodded, both looking how your soon embrace his blanket, nor relaxed and ready to sleep.
Naruto 🍃
“Haah? What’s happening, buddy? Hello?” Naruto let out a soft laugh, having his arms opening for his boy to hug him as he came back.
You furrowed your eyebrows as your son start running through the stairs, almost like…scared?
You murmured a “I’ll talk to him” to your husband, kissing his blushed cheek after going to your daughter.
“Sweetheart, what’s happening?”
“K-kids at school told me my father has a devil fox inside him! Is that right? Is my father not my father? Just a fox?!” His tears crushed your soul, stinging for still existing stupid parents like that.
You let a loud breath, calming your nerves before coming to his level, taking his hands inside yours.
“Baby, Kurama isn’t a devil.” Your son raising her eyebrows at the name, confused. “Everybody who tells you that are a liar and you shouldn’t trust strangers, okay? Just mom and dad. Kurama made it possible for me and Naruto to have such a sweetheart boy like you, didn’t you know?”
“H-how?”
“He helped your dad to save the world like the hero it is!” Sensing Naruto’s presence, you look at the saddened expression of your man. “Did you know Karuma like you? Maybe you want to meet it him sometimes, what do you say?”
Still little afraid, he looked over at Naruto with a shy expression also.
“Can i, dad?”
Naruto grinning a little, nodding at him.
“Sure, buddy. Anytime you will he ready.”
Sasuke🍃
Sasuke felt his daughter little fingers on his neck, brushing lithly at the mark from his old curse.
He looked at her then as she bited her lips stressed.
“What’s the matter, daughter?”
He raised an eyebrows as she struggled to form words.
“M-mama told me you had….wings before…”
He asked her, confused.
“And why your mama told you that?”
“B-because i told h-her i’m afraid of birds and s-she explain that i s-shouldn’t and t-that birds are beautiful and wisdom and e-even my dad have it! S-she said your mark here is a proof of t-that!”
He tried to resonated with his wife’s choices, but his daughter surprised him again. A reminder how lucky he is for having two girls in his life with a innocent soul like he didn’t.
“It’s true, daddy? It gave you wisdom having wings?”
Wisdom. You could call it that. The haunting flashbacks from his past had shaped him, necessary burdens along his path.
He nodded, and she talk again.
“So birds are pretty and smart creatures like you?”
Sasuke’s cheek had a tint of blush at his daughter words. Her big, expecting eyes were too much for Sasuke to bare as both of their heads turn on the door, hearing you laugh softly at the scene in front of you.
An embarassed Sasuke speaking with his little girls about pretty birds.
Shino🍃
They are a constant presence, residing within her father’s body. And she thanked her mom genes that she didn’t have that too.
Because Shino’s daughter is really afraid of them.
Shino is a present father as she appreciate it him a lot, since he doesn’t miss any important evening in her life, neither her mother’s life. Still, she couldn’t stand when Shino try to show affection to her.
“Dad, don’t! I’m so sorry—“ She wavered her hands dramatically, pushing herself almost out of the chair from the dinning table. You, on the other hands, was a little taken aback by her reaction.
“What’s wrong baby? Why you react like that to your father?”
Shino’s widen eyes made her daugher sadden so she looked down, murmuring embarassed.
“…B-bugs…”
You laughed, while Shino’s voice made your turn your head towards him.
“I know you’re afraid from the start. I restrain them whenever you are here.”
She blinked twice, feeling a sudden blush for being so exposed and embarassed to don’t insult her father
“…Really?”
Shino nodded an “Yes.”
The only excuse she could find for her behaviour was to jump into her father’s arms, hugging him tightly. Your heart warmed at the sight, coming to hug both of them.
“Now do you wanna see one?”
His daugher rise immediately, looking shocked as she pushed him on his chest. “Dad!!”
Kankuro🍃
While Kankuro was fiddling with his puppets, his son peeked hesitantly around the doorframe, only half-visible behind it.
“Yes, son? Why are you standing like that?”
His little hands stayed tucked behind his back, his eyes fixed anywhere but on the puppets. Kankuro raised a brow.
“Oh, so my son is afraid of them? Understandable…” he smirked, eyeing him for a moment before returning to work.
“Not everyone’s cut out to handle them.”
The boy’s eyes went wide, then narrowed in outrage.
“Dad! Say sorry! That’s not fair! You said I’m the strongest person! Stronger than most!”
Kankuro let out a hearty laugh, still focused on his puppet. But something shifted when he heard the insistence in his son’s voice.
“How about this?”
The boy froze mid-tantrum, curiosity winning. He stepped closer to cradle the puppet that looked just a bit softer than the others.
“For me?” His eyes sparkled. “It looks like… a Kazekage!”
Kankuro smiled once more, watching as his son darted away with it—no doubt rushing to show you.
Kiba🍃
Akamaru seemed upset today, agitating Kiba that always is connect to his loyal dog.
“Akamaru, what happened?”
Akamaru whimpered, letting out a faint bark and lowering his head onto his paws.
Kiba furrowed his eyebrows, looking around until his daughter seemed avoiding his eyes.
“Kinda suspicious that my dog is upset at the same time my pretty girl is avoiding looking me?” She scoffed, looking at the window before murmuring.
“I don’t wanna play with him.”
Kiba raised an eyebrow, coming closer and putting a hand on his hip looking down at his pouty daughter.
“What did you say, baby?”
She furrowed her eyebrows in annoyce, still her voice was little, a tear escaped his eyes that widened Kiba’s eyes.
“I don’t wanna play with him! He hates me, he wanted to bite me today, dad! I swear—“
She stopped speaking, irritated by her father laugh. His smiled was still imprinted on his face, petting her hair.
“My sweet little girl, he is just playing with you! Let me show you.”
As Kiba played with his dog, annoying him especially in order to be bited lightly, until Kiba faked a cry that made Akamaru lick after it, sootening.
His daughter looked in surprise, coming with little steps to play with his dog.
Kiba’s smile widened, looking at the scene in front of him with his daughter on the ground, now laughing and fighting playfully with the dog as Akamaru run around her, lick her on the face or jumped on her.
I have another headcanon request for you! Which Naruto characters do you think would embrace their partner’s submissive masochistic sexual desires? Which ones couldn’t stomach the thought of hurting their partner even for their pleasure? I’m mostly thinking of impact, breath, and primal play (mostly for Kiba), and biting. Character selection is up to whoever inspires you most and feel free to expand on the kink list.
Thanks! 💚
a/n: misha you are quickly becoming my favourite person for headcanon requests omg. this is such a different beast to just "what are their kinks?" because you're really asking "who can eroticise consensual harm without psychologically translating it into actual harm?" which is so much juicier and far more character-dependent. couldn't sleep through the heat last night so i did this instead, i hope you have a snack because this is a long one 😌
ft. kiba, madara, konan, kakashi, gaara, naruto + hidan
content: 18+ only, mdni | consensual kink discussion including sadomasochism, impact play, biting/marking, restraint, primal play, breath play, fear play, pain as ritual/worship, canon-typical violence, and hidan requiring his own biohazard sticker
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So I don’t think "would they enjoy hurting their partner?" has a simple relationship with how violent, gentle or even sadistic a character is. Some of the cast could have no natural sadistic streak whatsoever and still learn to love giving a masochistic partner exactly what they ask for because their pleasure becomes the erotic centre of it. Meanwhile, someone who canonically enjoys violence might honestly be a terrible fit if they can't distinguish between pain that has been chosen and pain they simply feel entitled to inflict. So when I was thinking about this I was looking at it less as "who is kinky?" and more as who can actually understand consensual harm as its own language between partners?
🐺 KIBA INUZUKA — you knew exactly what you were doing here 💀
I'm starting with Kiba since you mentioned him specifically, and you definitely knew what you were doing when you mentioned primal play. 😭 Kiba feels almost purpose-built for a partner whose submissive masochism is physical, playful and instinctive rather than ceremonial. His whole canon temperament is exuberant, competitive, sensory and embodied; he tracks by scent, he fights through physical coordination with Akamaru, he responds strongly to challenge and wears his emotion much closer to the surface than most other shinobi. I don't necessarily think he starts out with some elaborate sadistic philosophy about pain, but I think he does discover very quickly that your response to his roughness does something awful to whatever remaining common sense he has.
Primal play is probably his strongest area in the cast for sure; he loves chase, capture, wrestling, pinning, being deliberately provoked before he catches you, the thrill of feeling you struggle because you enjoy being overpowered rather than because either of you is pretending you are genuinely helpless. Biting is also such an obvious fit that pretending otherwise would be a waste of everyone's time, and I can easily see him enjoying being bitten back once he understands the exchange. I think impact play also suits him, particularly something like spanking or anything else hand-based rather than specific equipment or toys, and I think breath play feels possible for him but would be a lot less central than full-body physical overwhelm because his real erotic engine is all about pursuit, movement and response. What really gets him isn't just causing pain, it's the moment you show him that you like him rougher, less polished, more instinctive, and that the qualities he might ordinarily restrain around someone precious are qualities you actively want from him. Kiba is exactly the sort of partner whose brain briefly blue-screens the first time you say “harder”, followed by a catastrophic and permanent increase in confidence once he realises you meant it so. Thoughts and prayers to the furniture.
🔥 MADARA UCHIHA — embraces it so hard you might actually need legal counsel
Yes. No question. He would embrace it with alarming enthusiasm. Madara is one of my clearest yeses because his relationship with pain is already so wrapped up in challenge, physical intensity and the exhilaration of being fully alive. We’re talking about a man who enjoys battle as a full-body experience—impact, danger, blood, resistance, even his own pain when it proves that an opponent has actually reached him. Telling him that pain can be pleasurable for you would not trouble him for even a second, I think it would make immediate sense. I think he’d be even more fascinated by the inversion of an ordinary battlefield response. He strikes you and you move closer; he bites harder and you ask again; he pushes until your body beneath his hands is yielding by choice rather than because he has conquered you.
Impact play would be an enormous yes, as would biting, rough restraint, marking and primal play built around pursuit, wrestling and capture. Breath play is also plausible for him, though his version would come with an acute awareness of the power disparity because Madara is exceptionally comfortable occupying overwhelming control, and I can see him enjoying things like scratching and hair pulling as well. Most importantly, I do not think he would simply tolerate a masochistic partner for their sake. Once he understands that this is something you genuinely wanted, I think he’d come to enjoy the trust of it most of all, the knowledge that someone capable of saying no is deliberately placing their vulnerability in his hands and expecting him to know the difference between surrender and defeat. So, naturally, he would be supremely annoying about how well he knows what you can take.
🪽 KONAN — does not need to enjoy pain to become frighteningly good at giving it
Okay, so I know not everyone cares about the female cast but I really like her for this. Konan is one of my favourite examples of the difference between sadism and compatibility with a masochistic partner. I don’t see natural cruelty as part of her erotic centre, but she is disciplined, observant, composed and profoundly capable of treating another person’s stated desire as real without infantilising them. If you told her that pain is pleasurable to you, she would listen, ask exactly what that means and adjust accordingly.
I think her version of this would be very precise. Controlled impact suits her, as does restraint, sensation play and prolonged anticipation. Let’s be honest, the paper possibilities are hanging over our heads with criminal intent. Biting feels plausible but private, while breath play is the area where I become less convinced because I do not think that would appeal to her equally. What I do think she would excel at is recognising thresholds because Konan is someone who survives through observation and restraint, so she would notice the difference between tension born from pleasure and tension that means something has gone wrong. She might never become a person who thinks I love causing pain, but she could very easily become someone who thinks I love what this chosen sensation does to you, and I love that you trust me enough to let me be the one who gives it to you.
📖 KAKASHI HATAKE — could do it, but it would be psychologically complicated
Kakashi is my sleeper candidate because practically every quality required to handle consensual pain well is already present in him! He has extraordinary physical precision, patience, observation, self-control, and the ability to notice minute changes in your breathing, posture and movement; he would be extremely good at distinguishing performance from genuine distress, especially with a long-term partner whose signals he knows well. I think he also has some of the most complicated personal limits of the whole group. Kakashi has spent his life hurting people professionally, losing people violently and carrying the memory of his own hand passing through someone precious to him.
There would be an enormous difference between impact play, biting, pinning, rough handling or hair pulling and looking down to see his hand around the throat of someone he loves. The former could become deeply pleasurable because your enjoyment gives the action new meaning; the latter might collide with memories and associations he cannot simply negotiate away because you consented. So yes, I think he could embrace a masochistic partner, but he would have boundaries too. The submissive partner is not the only person whose limits count, and Kakashi is exactly the kind of character who might be capable of giving you almost everything you ask for while firmly saying that one particular thing will never happen.
⏳ GAARA — one of my richest “partway” answers
HEAR ME OUT. Gaara is one of the richest middle-ground answers because I genuinely do not think he belongs in a blanket “cannot hurt his partner” category, but I do think you would have to teach his body something that his intellect might understand, which is that wanted pain is not necessarily harm. As an adult, Gaara’s entire identity is built around becoming a protector after a childhood in which his body, power and pain were controlled by other people. He doesn’t just need verbal permission, I think he needs repeated experience proving that your masochism is safe, stable and genuinely yours, and he needs to understand why this does not make him into the thing he spent years trying not to be.
He is emotionally intense enough that I can see him enjoying biting, scratching, private marking, controlled pinning and eventually mild impact, particularly once he learns how strongly you respond and understands that the sensation is chosen and enjoyed. I can even see him discovering that he likes leaving evidence of intimacy precisely because the mark exists due to affection rather than rejection. The fact that you trust him with a vulnerability others might misunderstand would matter enormously. Something like breath play or anything that would generate genuine risk, however, is where I draw the line. A loved one struggling for air beneath his hand is simply too loaded an image for a man whose childhood was shaped by bodily helplessness, sleeplessness and the terror of losing control to a monster inside him. So Gaara’s answer would not be I hate your desires so much as it would be show me why this is safe for you and understand that there are some places I still cannot follow you.
🍥 NARUTO UZUMAKI — tries, fails, looks traumatised by his own handprint
I’m sorry, I truly cannot see it. 😭 He would try. Sweet boy, he would genuinely try. Naruto would never shame a partner for being masochistic, and I actually think his expansive understanding of people would make him more accepting than his reaction suggests. He knows that pain means different things to different people, he understands the importance of being believed about your own inner life and he would try to listen. Unfortunately, I also think his entire emotional architecture is organised around protecting precious people from suffering, which makes deliberately becoming the source of that suffering extremely difficult for him to eroticise.
He could probably handle roughhousing, wrestling, enthusiastic biting, being bitten, accidental marks and perhaps very mild spanking if your delight was so obvious that even he could not misread it. But genuine hard impact? Naruto hits you once, you moan, ask for another and he immediately wants to know whether you have a concussion. Breath play is an emphatic no; this man would rather fistfight another god than voluntarily put someone he loves through the appearance of suffocation and then somehow remain horny about it. The more authentic your pain response looked, the harder it would become for him to continue, because Naruto is built around recognising suffering and reaching towards it. His difficulty is not prudishness and it is not disbelief, he believes you! He just cannot easily teach the part of himself that spent a lifetime trying to save people that your pain can sometimes be something you are freely choosing.
🩸 HIDAN — embraces it completely, but his relationship to pain is far more complicated than “obvious sadist”
You knew I wasn’t going to leave him off this list, come on now. Hidan is the control subject for this entire question because the most canonically sadomasochistic person of the entire cast is also the one who proves most decisively that pain is not one desire. He is arguably the character whose canon psychology most aggressively destabilises the categories of sadist, masochist, dominant, submissive, victim and aggressor. He enjoys torturing people and takes religious pleasure in painful deaths, but his own masochism is highly conditional—he relishes pain when he authors it himself and shares it with a cursed victim, but he reacts normally when an enemy injures him and panics when someone else controls his body. In other words, Hidan already understands at a bodily level that the same sensation can be wanted in one context and despised in another. That makes a submissive masochistic partner uniquely fascinating to him because I want you to hurt me transforms suffering into offering, and this lunatic is, unfortunately for civilisation, a priest. 💀
Impact would be an enormous yes and likely become increasingly ritualised through counting, repeated patterns, positions or specific implements; biting and marking are obvious; fear play would suit his natural appetites with the largest possible warning label imaginable; primal play would be far more antagonistic and violent than Kiba’s sensory, animalistic version; breath play and restraint could expose a fascinating asymmetry in which he loves controlling your body while refusing to surrender control of his own. I also suspect his deepest compatibility would involve some form of reciprocity, because his own ecstasy is rooted in shared suffering rather than pure one-way domination. Most importantly, I actually think Hidan would understand highly specific masochistic boundaries better than people expect, not because he is ethical, but because he knows from inside his own body that this kind of pain, from this source, under these conditions can be ecstatic while another form is unwanted injury. He might be one of the first people to sneer at a vague anything and demand to know what the fuck is that supposed to mean.
The real danger of Hidan is not whether he can comprehend consent; it is whether he respects you enough for your withdrawal of it to outweigh his appetite once the violence has begun, and that is exactly why he belongs here. Kiba enjoys predatory physicality, Madara enjoys pain and challenge, Gaara has to learn that wanted pain is not harm, and Naruto struggles to eroticise pain inflicted on someone he loves. Hidan, on the other hand, already knows that the same sensation can become worship, pleasure, violation or rage depending on who chose it, who caused it, what it means and who remains in control. This annoying bastard has accidentally wandered into sophisticated kink phenomenology wearing no shirt and screaming about his god. 💀
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