cn: pre-established relationship, explicit sexual content (18+), fingering, rough sex, doggy-style, creampie, aftercare. only 1.6 k words ;-;
⟡ Scenario: Sasuke came off after a mission with a single, uncommon thought in mind. To feel you.
A/N: Based on this request. Can’t lie, I missed writing for him like this. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
As far as you know, Sasuke always had a crooked persona. His inability comes not in his skills but in his human nature. Still, that doesn't mean he will not feel his own overwrought desire, seething inside of him.
And that desire amplified drastically after he met you. It started after the first night he had you, feeling your warmth and hearing your moans calling his name with the most vulnerable expression he could see on a person like this. So, it's not really his fault for being on the edge after a long mission. At least, it makes him feel less guilty.
Usually, Sasuke initiates it. Of course, this happens only after you give him at least a hint that you desire him too. A lingering, lustful gaze. A soft kiss that didn't stop, chasing his mouth afterwards. Anything to help him, anything to show that you want him, that it's okay to want you too. He knows it's a natural instinct to have; in fact, he is surprised every time he sees how wet his wife is for him. But when it comes to him… Sasuke refers to himself like he is different, like he shouldn't profit from this.
Yet, your voice echoes in his head since last time.
"Sasuke, you don't want me?"
He was completely perplexed when you asked him that because in his mind, he wants you way too much to categorise as normal. Does he show it? Clearly not, otherwise you wouldn't ask that.
So that's another reason why Sasuke came today, late at night, with a single, uncommon thought in mind. To feel you.
“Sasuke?”
Your whisper was distinct in the empty house filled until now only with your warm presence. A presence Sasuke could not deceive himself anymore by saying he didn’t miss it. In more ways than just a singular one.
The dim lights struggling to penetrate the closed curtains due to the treacherously icy night could bring the only source of light illuminating your beautiful features and the soft glint in your eyes when you saw your lover.
“I’m home.”
With dainty footsteps, you helped him undress his full-length travelling cloak, placing it on the hanger by the door. You chuckled, glancing up at his tired features, the glint in his eyes hidden in the shadow of the corridor the house provided.
“You are.”
You let out a small gasp when you turned around, only to be stopped when his head leant until it rested on your bare shoulders — the nightgown being just a tank top with shallow straps, bare legs above the knee were under some loose shorts. Your arm lifted, palm touching his hair a little too long now, on the side.
“Rough mission?”
His head tilted slightly into your neck, inhaling your comforting scent as it left only a shiver down your body. Sasuke might be innocent, and that makes you feel bad, because even his short touches can make your mind spin.
Only he wasn't this time, and you noticed when his lips grazed across your neck before leaving a gentle kiss here. His arms come in front of you, over your belly, as he pushes you slowly against him. You gulped, closing your eyes as one of your hands comes over his, the other still touching half of his face.
You glance up, and you finally see the look in his eyes. He whispered, glancing once for your lips, a subtle invitation he hardly tried to give.
“Are you tired?”
You smiled at his question; that means something else. That means you allow him to show you how much he missed you when words fail him. And how could you refuse such a rare opportunity?
“It’s because of what I said last time?” His lips touched your skin, travelling lower from behind your flushed ears to your neck and below. Sasuke didn’t confirm it directly, but you know nothing is left unnoticed by him; being observant is in his nature.
“You were wrong.”
You turned around to face him, placing both of your hands on his chest, fingers playfully tugging the tight blouse. One of his hands came now on your waist, the other cupped your cheek.
“I was?”
These were the only words you managed to say before he claimed your lips. He guided you, slow at first, then as the kiss became more passionate, more intense, asking permission when you kissed him back with the same necessity for him to slip his tongue in your mouth. He urged you back until you hit the closer edge of the sofa in the evening room.
Just then, he lets you breathe, but his touches become firm, unyielding. You leant on the small surface, giving him an erotic sight that only made him want to take you right here and there—with hardened nubs behind your top, a strap falling on your shoulder, shorts rising up, and a flushed face only he could cause.
“Sasuke…”
With a swift motion, he turned you around and bent your body as he leant over your ass, feeling exactly for how much Sasuke missed you. One hand came to touch every inch he could, letting a shiver down your spine as his finger traveled the path from the back of your neck to your curves before he palmed your ass, squeezing it slowly.
When you moaned, Sasuke looked at you, his hand coming to grip your chin to make it still for his mouth to take yours. You arched your back, and that only makes Sasuke let himself grind against you, thanking you with a sweet groan against your lips that even he couldn't stop. His hand slipped under your top, taking your breast in his palm while he kissed you.
“I-I want you…” You helped him, struggling to take your shorts off, and he straightened himself, placing his hands over yours as he bent down to let them fall. You cursed under your breath as you tried to lift your legs and drag the shorts away. His mouth twitches, but it soon falls when he sees your aroused expression, hands placed on the sofa with your exposed ass to his dark eyes.
Your eyes widen when he parts your cheeks, hissing at the wetness around when his fingers are rubbing slowly around your needy clit.
“Nghh—Sasuke, please—“
Sasuke gave you a short glance, his breath flattering. Sasuke gathered your wetness from your clit, between your folds, before slipping one finger inside your pussy. He groaned at how wet you are already, another finger followed to stretch you more, curling them inside. His other hand quickly begins to unzip his pants, allowing you hardly a second to catch a glimpse of his flushed, hard dick, throbbing hot in the palm of his hand, with precum already falling from his tip. He stroked himself with it as his fingers pumped inside your pussy, tensing his biceps the more he exerted pressure, so more embarrassing squelching sounds to fill the room.
He towered over your back, whispering against your lips while you felt his tip teasing between your folds before he found your trembling entrance, leaving you panting.
“[Name]…”
“Yes—Y-yes! I want to feel you now, Sasuke—“
His mouth parted at the same time as yours when he slipped inside, his pretty dick filling you more and more, watching it stretch into a wide O shape to accommodate its girth. Sasuke closed his eyes, fighting to not focus on your tight walls around him before he started moving.
“Oh my—“ It didn’t take long until he started pounding deeper, harsher, quickening his pace when the primal side of him finally took over. One hand stays on your waist to hold you steady, while the other moves in front of you, arms across your chest, with his grunts overwhelming your ears.
“You feel so…good.”
You whine at his words, rare from a non-talker, biting your lip as his dick makes a mess of you, trying to meet his punishing thrusts.
“More. I need more, b-baby—”
He hissed when you squeezed around him. He grabbed both of your hands behind your back, then laid his over them while his thrust shook you until your legs quivered. You didn’t have a choice but to take him. Not that you didn’t want it, feeling yourself on the brink already. And it almost seemed like he knew it. But that's true, Sasuke knows your body enough to predict when it will collapse with ecstasy. Only if he gave you a little help—
“Come with me.”
His arm comes in front of you, fingers moving fast around your swollen clit. Sasuke didn’t leave your dewy eyes, listening to how you chanted his name over and over again; he kissed you at the same time when your moans turned to cries and your body started convulsing under him until your orgasm hit you, warming all of him. Hoarse sounds left his lips at every heavy-hitting thrust that followed, hips slapping against your ass mercilessly. His muscles flexed until he halted inside you, letting his cum fill your pussy. Your hand comes behind his head in an instant, feeling high off orgasm, and now, you are the one begging for his lips as he tries to reciprocate.
His tired body leans over you only for a moment. Then, Sasuke slowly slipped from you, creampie dribbling out your pussy, some of the mixed cum glistening between your thighs. He helped you move on your weak legs until you turned around, embracing him tightly in your arms.
Sasuke’s hands come on both sides of your thighs until your legs are wrapped around his waist, followed by one of his arms lifting yours to let it rest over his shoulders. Your exhausted smile tormented his heart more than ever. He kissed your forehead as he started walking to the bathroom. A much-needed bath he would make sure to take care of, especially after you respond to him so well.
“I see someone really missed me.”
Not only like this. Never only like this.
“…Yes.” The rest followed in a hushed tone that you think you imagined it. “More than you know.”
A/N: The title came randomly at me and I didn’t knew it had some connections with Sasuke. I was wrong. xD In the context of the popular Persona video game-series, a "crooked" or corrupted Persona (often referred to as a Shadow) is a psychological manifestation of a person's suppressed emotions or dark desires.
headcanons .ᐟ ⸝⸝ mentions of rutting ⸝⸝ fluffy smut ⸝⸝ petnames ⸝⸝ mdni 18+ ⸝⸝ art by @hunnismokah
puppyboy!naruto uzumaki who loves nothing more than your fingers scratching behind his ears. he’ll plop his head in your lap the second he’s home, big blonde and fuzzy ears twitching happily as he demands at least 30 minutes of full undivided attention before he’ll even think of settling down. if you miss a day and he gets all pouty and restless.
puppyboy!naruto uzumaki who has a tail that completely betrays him. it’s wagging like crazy in every direction when he’s excited, stiff and still when he’s on alert, and floppy and low when he’s upset. you’ve gotten crazy good at reading him because of it—to the point where you know how he’s feeling before he even opens his mouth.
puppyboy!naruto uzumaki who struggles hard to keep himself in check during his rut phases. he gets super clingy, refusing to let you out of his arms for long, and you’ll sometimes catch him face-down in your pillows, hips rolling desperately against them while he tries (and fails) to get rid of the ache.
puppyboy!naruto uzumaki who is full-on obsessed with sniffing you. yes, total dog mode sniffing. when he’s been away for a while he’ll immediately bury his face in your neck, your hair, or wherever your scent is strongest and just stay there breathing you in.
puppyboy!naruto uzumaki who gets bitey during sex. he never hurts you badly, but sometimes when he’s really into it those sharp canines will sink into your neck or shoulder just hard enough to draw a little blood, and he loves how you clench around him every time he does it.
puppyboy!naruto uzumaki who usually hates when people touch his tail but makes a special exception for you. he’ll let you play with it, stroke it, or even use it as a pillow when you’re cuddling in bed.
puppyboy!naruto uzumaki who is stupidly affectionate in public. pda is his norm—tail loosely curled around your thigh, arm slung around your shoulders, random hugs and kisses whenever the mood strikes him. he genuinely just doesn’t care.
puppyboy!naruto uzumaki who will spar for hours, come home sweaty and exhausted, then immediately collapse onto your bed. you can try dragging him to the shower but he’ll just mumble something sleepy and incoherent before passing out.
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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Enjoy! 🤍
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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Naruto guys finding out they’re going to be a dad? Let’s gooo.
Featuring: Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Shikamaru, Choji, Neji, Lee, Kiba, Shino, Gaara, and Kankuro
Notes from the Batcave: Do we want a version with the Sensei’s? Idk, considering it. LMK in the comments 🙂↕️
🍥Naruto Uzamaki🍥
He’s thrilled. Like, runs full-speed through the village yelling about it thrilled. Immediately hugs you so tight he lifts you off the ground, and his first question is, “Do you think they’ll have your eyes?”
He spends the next hour crying, laughing, and trying to brainstorm baby names, Then panic hits, “WAIT. I NEED TO BE HOKAGE BEFORE THEY’RE BORN SO THEY CAN BE PROUD OF ME.”
You have to talk him down. Multiple times.
Prepare for a very clingy, very protective Naruto who has never been happier.
🐍Sasuke Uchiha🐍
He freezes. Stone-faced silence while his mind spirals: Can I protect them? Will I be enough? Can I fix the world before they come into it?
But then you take his hand and place it over your stomach and whisper to him again, “you’re going to be a father.”
His voice cracks when he says, “I already am.”
He’ll sit with you in quiet awe for a long time, holding you like you’re the most precious thing left in the world. Which, to him, you are.
🎨 Sai 🎨
He smiles in that slightly unnerving but sweet Sai way, “So you’re growing the baby is in your belly? That’s very artistic.”
He wants to draw your baby bump every week to track progress. He reads all the parenting books and takes notes in the margins.
He’s a bit robotic with his excitement at first, but he starts leaving little sketches on your pillow of you holding a baby, until the night he admits, “I never thought I’d have a real family. Thank you.”
🦌Shikamaru Nara🦌
Blank stare.
A pause.
“… troublesome.”
But he’s blushing. You can feel the silent internal freakout. He’s already calculating diaper costs, sleep schedule shifts, and the probability of your kid inheriting your temper.
He sits beside you, hand on your stomach, and after a long silence, “Guess I’ll have to be a better man than my dad was.”
He thinks his dad was amazing, it’s a big title to live up to for him.
🦋 Choji Akimichi 🦋
Sweet boy FREEZES with a handful of snacks halfway to his mouth, “W-Wait… like… pregnant pregnant?”
you nod, he drops the food and scoops you up immediately. He’s crying, you’re crying, he’s already making a food plan, “They’re going to eat so well. Akimichi babies need strength! You’re going to be glowing, babe. I’ll cook every day. I’ll learn new recipes. Oh my god- can we name them after snacks?!”
He starts working out more too, lowkey preparing to be the softest but strongest dad ever. He’ll spoil you rotten.
☯️Neji Hyuga☯️
Stunned silence. He’s good at keeping his emotions in check, but not this time. You’ll see the flash of fear in his eyes (because of his family, his past, his losses)… but also overwhelming joy.
He kneels in front of you like you’re sacred, palms gentle on your waist, “I will protect both of you. Always.”
You catch him watching you sleep with a softness that makes your heart ache.
🍃 Rock Lee🍃
He SCREAMS.
Then sprints into a handstand and yells, “I WILL RAISE THIS CHILD WITH THE POWER OF YOUTH!!”
The training plans begin immediately (for him, not the fetus… yet). He vows to be the most passionate, present, and honorable father ever born.
Cue Gai-sensei crying beside him, clinging to you both like, “I AM GOING TO BE A GRANDFATHER!” 😭
Lee builds a mini training course in your backyard for the baby despite you telling him the baby won’t be able to use it for a couple years.
🐺 Kiba Inuzuka🐺
Oh, you don’t get to tell him. He already knows, way before you do. The second your scent shifts ever so slightly, he’s squinting at you. Sniffing the air. Akamaru whines knowingly.
“You smell different.”
“What?”
“You smell like… a pup.”
Kiba gets increasingly smug as you brush it off. He buys prenatal vitamins before you even take a test.
Once it’s confirmed, he beams, “told you. My nose never lies.”
He starts building a crib and teaching Akamaru to guard the baby like the ninja hound soldier he is.
Also, he 100% brags to everyone and cries when no one’s looking.
This man also gets super protective. Growls at anyone who looks at you too long. ☠️
🐞 Shino Aburame 🐞
Shino stares at you silently. For so long that you’re like “Shino??”
“My bugs already sensed the hormonal change. They didn’t want to alarm you.”
“EXCUSE ME WHAT??”
He steps forward, gently places a hand on your stomach, and murmurs something quietly to his insects like he’s introducing them to the newest member of the hive.
He’s very calm on the surface, but he upgrades the security of your home overnight and starts researching baby-proofing techniques even though you’re 5 weeks along.
“They will grow up feeling safe. That is all that matters.”
Also he’s very excited for the baby to be big enough that he can show them cool bugs.
🏜️Gaara No Sabaku🏜️
He panics internally. This is the Kazekage. His first instinct is to withdraw, scared he won’t be good enough or that the baby won’t love him given his past. But when you take his hand and guide it to your stomach, he melts.
“I never thought… I’d be allowed to have something like this.”
He immediately starts researching what kind of emotional environment a child needs, how to break generational trauma, and what not to do as a father.
He writes letters to the baby in a journal every night.
⚙️Kankuro No Sabaku⚙️
First reaction, “… wait. For real?”
Second reaction, “YOU’RE HAVING MY KID!?”
He’s grinning, stammering, half-panicked and half-excited. Pulls you into a tight hug and laughs with this slightly unhinged joy like he can’t believe this is real.
“I gotta make ‘em a puppet. A safe one. One that shoots confetti or somethin’- oh shit, what if they hate puppets?!”
He wants to be a “fun dad” but you’ll catch him baby proofing every inch of the house and sleeping with one eye open like a guard dog.
Deep down, he’s terrified he won’t be good enough, but the way he holds you while whispering promises to the bump says otherwise. 🥺
wait bc guys, shisui is so the type of partner to cook shirtless… i hc he loves to be in only his boxers at home because he’s usually so lazy coming home from missions and he's tired guys, give him a break.
but bf!shisui donning only an apron on top of his barely concealed form while he’s making you breakfast. you walk into the kitchen to see his ass sculpted even through his briefs, his thighs toned and his back muscles rippling as he whisks at a bowl of eggs.
he so loves it when you come up behind him, slipping your hands under the apron to place them firmly on his abs, sliding them up and down to feel the smooth ridges and the start of his happy trail when you reach the bottom of them.
"mmh, good morning to me." he'd say with a small smirk as you tiptoe to press a kiss to his lips.
"morning, hot stuff." you'd greet him back, all droopy-eyed and your hair a mess, wearing one of his large shirts to bed.
he pours the mix into a pan before adding some leftover rice to it. you rest your head against his shoulder as he cooks, it doesn't take him too long before he's garnishing the dish and placing it on the dining table in the kitchen with you still leaning on his broad and big back.
"you gonna cling to me like a koala or eat, babe?" he asks and you hum, not paying attention to anything he said. he's like a furnace and it's delightful considering the second you left your bed you were met with cool air nipping at your skin.
"in a sec." you mutter against him.
he spins around to cup your face in his hands "come on, love, it's better when the food's warm." he says softly as he trails his hands down to wrap around your shoulders and move you side to side in an attempt to wake you up properly.
your eyes shoot open with a weak glare and he chuckles "there's my princess," he says with a shit-eating grin "let's eat."
you pout, prefering to have slept on his very comfortable body, but concede "fine." you respond "thank you, babe." your hands travel down till they reach his butt and you give them a firm squeeze "keeping it tight for mama?"
Hiiiiii ❤️❤️ I saw your requests are open and thought I’d send something 😌 are you writing for Jiraiya? If so, idk how you feel about age gap, with him being with a younger f!reader. If not I totally understand!!!!! (I’m dying for dirty old man smut 🤪)
I LOVE JIRAIYA!!! i am 18 so trust i imagine myself in an insane age gap relationship with him 😭 🙏 ngl this one got nasty as hell LMAO so beware
jiraiya x younger!reader
warnings: NSFW!!! This is legal!! reader is of age!!! a lil controversial…please scroll if this isn’t ur thing; this is nasty guys im ovulating
not proofread!!!
Jiraiya was a very perverted and horny man….but we already knew this.
he was notorious for going to the bars and strip clubs and spend his money on pretty girls that were much too young for him. Jiraiya never thought about settling down. that is until he met you.
you were so young, but you weren’t naive. you knew what you wanted, and you knew how to put your foot down. you scolded him a lot for being so perverted but he could see the way your thighs would rub together at certain things he said, or when he would sit too close to you. it was driving him crazy.
eventually you finally let him in your pants…and god was it the craziest night of your entire life. he had you in the nastiest mating press, one big hand on your neck and the other helping him press your legs even higher above his shoulders. his cock was pounding into your sopping cunt, it was making the most obscene noises you’ve ever heard. you’ve squirted at least three times by now. your mascara was running down your face. you were exhausted and disgusting, and he was not letting up. you thought because he was old he would have less stamina….but you were so wrong.
after such an insane night, how could you not agree to go to dinner the next one. and the one after that….and so on. you two started dating. and yes some people had their speculations but most left you alone because they knew not to mess with jiraiya.
you got to see a soft side of him that no one got to see. the side where he would get excited about the new chapter in his book he just wrote. the side where he would secretly check on naruto and make sure he had enough food in the fridge for the rest of the week. the side where he would cuddle you on the couch and fall asleep with a book in his hand because you were just so comfortable. you also found out he was a human furnace lmao. and you found out about jiraiya’s clingy side…he would whine when you would leave the bed to go to the bathroom lmao.
but the sex was crazy….and there was a lot of it.
jiraiya was horny almost 24/7. and you being his young, beautiful girlfriend….how could he not want you all the time?
he always said the dirtiest things during sex. “God…you’re so tight. such a tight virgin pussy…” You always scolded him for saying these gross things, but it never stopped him. he claimed, “you get even tighter when your angry hehe.”
he knew just how to work your pussy too. Any man you’ve ever been with before him never knew how to truly please you….but Jiraiya was different. His fingers and mouth were truly magical. and he was oh so much stronger than you too. he would hold your hips down and spread your thighs, using that magic tongue of his to please your clit while he worked three fingers into you, finding every special spot inside of you easily. He wouldn’t come up until you’ve squirted on his face at least twice.
oh and trust he begs too. Jiraiya would gladly get on his knees and kiss your feet while begging “Please let me taste you, baby. i can sense that you’re dripping for me.” he was such a gross man
also expect all of your panties to go missing….
Jiraiya is the first man to make you squirt. and he makes you squirt every time. he pulls out the most brutal noises out of you. you tried really hard to act pretty and soft during sex; but jiraiya makes that impossible. after he’s been rubbing your clit for 4 hours straight you get to a point where your eyes are rolled back and your screaming. but he loves it, it turns him on more than any fake moaning ever could.
he also loves watching you lose yourself and become brainless on his dick. when your all glossy eyed and your nails are scraping down his chest, he just smirks and fucks you even harder.
he makes you call him daddy. “tell daddy how good he’s making you feel. tell him how wet he’s making your pussy.” he’s a vile old man….and unfortunately for you, that turns you on
jiraiya surprisingly isn’t a super possessive man…or at least not on the outside. when someone tries to flirt with you, he’ll back off and let them. because he knows you’ll tear em a new one and walk up to your older boyfriend (him) and cling to him for protection. at the end of the day; jiraiya is the best man you’ve ever dated. and he’s great in bed too hehe
Listen !!! I have been diagnosed with SC disorder. Doctor advised me to fix it. Can you tell us about the pussy eating pattern of kakashi n shikamaru
SC- smut curious
cw: oral (recieving)
Kakashi has read all the theory there is about eating pussy. Although not opposed to the idea of you sitting over his face, he prefers when he is entirely in control of the situation. Kakashi will make sure to keep your thighs nice and spread, either with his hands or by using some trusty rope. He'll spit right over your clit and eat you out like you're a five star meal. He's sloppy and ruthless and the only goal he has when eating pussy is to make sure you have as many orgasms as possible. He's a generous lover after all. And he isn't shy when admitting that he enjoys it far too much to the point that he can cum untouched whenever your juices are dripping all over his face. Kakashi loves to eat it from the front and from the back, to press his nose against your clit and bury himself in your sweetness. And of course, he won't waste the opportunity to fuck his fist while you scream his name and tug at his hair in an attempt to get him away from your swollen, overstimulated clit. Keep crying, sweetheart, your desperation only makes him harder.
Shikamaru is much lazier, much more relaxed and laid back. Shikamaru is a man of simple tastes, and perhaps the thing he likes the most is when you sit on his face. He doesn't care about keeping you propped up so he doesn't suffocate, he doesn't give a shit about you using him as a grinding mat. He will take it all without complaining, sucking greedily at your clit while your thighs clamp around his face. Despite his laziness, it doesn't mean that Shikamaru can't make you cum once, twice or as many times as needed with his mouth. Say the word and he'll roll his eyes before slamming you right back down, cunt over his mouth and him burying his tongue inside you, nose pressed against your clit as he tongue fucks you like he was born to do such a thing. And don't even worry about shaving or waxing, Shikamaru gets much harder when there's bush involved.
