Congrats on 100! You deserve it and so much more ily. can you please do #8 fluff for Sasuke? Maybe he’s saying how much he doesn’t like people, or the reader is really insecure and telling him about all her flaws? I hope it’s okay and congrats again! :)
Hi, sweet Nonnie! Thank you for the request. You know how I looooove my soft Sasuke, haha. This was really fun to write, although it took a lot of noodling in my brain because I had so many ideas for the fic. I hope you enjoy the end result!
☁️ Prompt: "I can't see anything I don't like about you."
You sat on the edge of the bed, nervously twisting the hem of your skirt between your fingers as Sasuke shook off his jacket. His cheeks were light pink, his black hair slightly disheveled from his hands running through it all evening. Was he as nervous as you were? Impossible. He was perfect and pretty and… Sasuke. Sasuke Uchiha.
And you were just… You.
He sat next to you and held your hand in his, tracing the lines along your palm and humming softly. With each swipe of his thumb, the volcano in your stomach rumbled with desire. The two of you had been flirting on and off again for months now, any time he had business in The Cloud. He always came back, like a carnivorous flower in summer, finding you throughout the village with his adorable crooked smile and striking dark eyes. Only this time had been different.
“Hi,” he said, enjoying the way your face lit up when you noticed him standing next to you at the fruit stall.
“Sasuke!” You sang, wrapping him in a hug. You were the only person who had touched him in so long; it felt nice, touching you. He smirked against your hair as he gripped onto your hips and breathed a small, “Yeah.”
“‘I’m still working for a bit, but I can meet you at my place later?” You asked, blinking up at him. He saw your mouth turn downwards and he thought about kissing you, but all the people around made him weary. He pulled away from you, letting the grim reality of the situation set in, as he shook his head.
“I can help,” he mumbled, looking towards the two stools behind your stall. “If you want?”
You spent the afternoon letting him sit next to you. He would smile at the customers as they browsed through your apples, but you never expected him to actually interact with them. Instead, you’d make him feel helpful by allowing him to rearrange the stand when the stock got low, or asking for him to hand you one of your handcrafted tote bags when a customer requested one. After your shift, you took him out to the orchard and you both watched the sunset in the shadows of your green apple trees, enjoying the cool breeze that occasionally cut through the warmth of Sasuke’s embrace.
Nothing mattered when he was with you - that’s what Sasuke liked the most about visiting here. How he could be anyone and do anything. You made him feel safe and seen, in a way no one else ever had. It was the reason why he responded with “awhile” when you asked how long he was staying this time. It was the reason why he followed slowly behind you as you walked back to the house, questioning if he was making a mistake. He’d wanted you for so long, but he didn’t know how to tell you. Would you feel the same?
He looked from your palm into your delicate eyes, watching him with a burning intensity that made his soul sing. He trailed his finger up your arm, tracing the over the small veins in your wrist, before he cupped your cheek with his hand. Your breath was cold and sweet as he leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours.
“Sasuke?” Your voice was so small and fragile; lovely like a harp. He hummed as he lowered his lips to hover over yours and pierced you with his eyes, shooting you straight to the inky blackness of space.
“I’m not good with words,” he confessed, intertwining the fingers of his free hand with yours. “But I have to tell you something.”
Fire; deep and blue, swirled around your hand in his. Soft silence filled the space between your bodies as his minty breath tickled the skin of your chin. “So… I’d like to show you instead.”
There was a heartbeat of stillness before he pushed his lips to yours, pulling you into the flames and burning you up. Your soft gasp entranced him as he slid his tongue into your mouth and explored around, enjoying the sensation of your small hands tugging at his hair. He leaned his head to the side, deepening the kiss as a force impacted one of his four walls and he, for the first time, welcomed someone inside.
Somehow, articles of clothing had been shed to the floor, leaving the two of you half naked in just your underwear. His slender hands slowly rolled over your stomach, tracing the outline of your lace panties delicately as his mouth continued to devastate you with gentle kisses along your jawline. You gripped onto his strong bicep and he rolled you onto your back, grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin of your neck and sucking your earlobe between his lips. He was like your personal dark devil, sinking you deeper and deeper into the belly of the underworld.
When his finger tugged at your panties, adjusting them lower down your hips, every muscle in your body inadvertently tightened and you whimpered, squirming your legs. He pulled back, his midnight eyes heavy-lidded and focused on your glossy mouth, his breathing shallow and steady.
“What’s wrong?” He murmured, pecking your cheek and moving his hand up to caress your face.
Blood was pounding in your ears, drowning his voice out as you whispered, “I’m sorry.” You felt your eyes grow wet and you turned away from him, fluttering your eyelashes shut as a hiccup escaped through your lips and your body twitched. Sasuke’s voice was faint as you rolled to your side and pulled the blanket over your head, hating yourself.
Here it was - after months and months of torturous flirting and doubting yourself - Sasuke was here, with you, in bed. And you just ruined everything. There was no way he’d talk to you again after this. How embarrassing.
You reflected on how you must look from his perspective, all whiny and insecure and exasperating. He had confessed to you before about how easily irritable he could be sometimes, and you were sure this moment would forever be Top Tier Annoying in his mind. He was just about to fuck someone he’d, supposedly - you still couldn’t believe he felt the same way about you this whole time - chased for months, only for them to start sobbing before he could even take their panties off. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
The comforter shifted up and then fluttered back down again, the colorful fabric no longer hugged fully around you as the heat of Sasuke’s body was trapped beneath the blanket with you, warming your soul from the inside out. He rested his arm on your shoulder and pulled himself closer to you, spooning you to his chest as you continued sobbing gently against the sheets. He was silent, allowing you to work through your demons on your own, only occasionally shushing you if a sob was too strangled, too painful for him to listen to.
He hated knowing he did this to you; guilt gnawing at him like a hyena to a bone. He moved too quickly. He shouldn’t have allowed himself to get carried away. He knew you were sensitive - it was his favorite part about you, the way you floated through life with enough empathy to let all his darkness into your beautiful light; sunlight over him no matter what he did - and this is how he repaid you. He was selfish. Always had been. He didn’t deserve you. But he wanted you. It was the reason why he tightened his arms around you as your trembling subsided, why he buried his nose into your hair and breathed in your soothing scent. He could fix this.
“M’sorry,” he said softly. He smelled like the Redwoods, sweet like rain and moss and clouds.
You rolled over to face him and he rested his hand on your cheek, catching the stray tear drops with his thumb. You looked at his chest. “When I was little, I used to think I was ugly.”
You sniffled and he stayed still as a statue, listening to you intently. “I would come home every day and write letters to myself.”
“‘Dear Me’”, they’d start, ‘Today, no one wanted to play with you. You deserve it. No one wants to look at someone like you.’” You saw his lower lip quiver as you trailed your eyes up to his face, but he stayed quiet. “I would scream into my pillow at night, begging to the gods to make me pretty. ‘Please. Just make one thing about me pretty.’”
Another hot tear streaked down your face, but this time Sasuke didn’t catch it with his thumb. Instead, he moved closer and rolled you to your back, gently getting on top of you as he kissed the tears from your face, whispering, “You’re pretty. You’re pretty.” He chanted it as gentle kisses trailed down your cheeks, along your jaw. Whispered praises filled the air as he tenderly kissed every part of your body that you hated; doing what he could to convince you of his affections. He would create constellations for you, would rip a hole in the sky and suck out your fears, would move mountains and rivers and oceans, would go to hell and back - he would do anything to make you smile. He never wanted to see you cry again.
“Sasuke,” you whispered as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, “I ruined everything.”
“No,” his voice was stern as he pulled back to look at you, “You didn’t. You’re perfect.”
You intertwined his fingers with yours as your other hand streaked through his dark hair. “Do you hate me now?” You felt silly needing so much reassurance from him and you averted your eyes away from his. He gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him as he shook his head.
“I could never hate you,” he assured, smiling down at you. “Ever.”
“But-” He silenced you by pressing his lips to yours. It was a gentle kiss, soft as silk, touching you in a way his hands never could.
Your lips trembled under his as he pulled back and whispered against your mouth, “I am not good with people. I get frustrated. I get upset. It’s hard for me to open up.”
You waited as he took in a shaky breath. “But when I’m with you, I don’t feel that way. I feel… good.” He kissed you again and you melted in his hands. “I can’t see anything I don’t like about you.”
You danced in the dark together for the first time after that, touching each other fully and without hesitation. He explored every inch of you and you of him, until the morning sun had faded into the harsh afternoon light and you were both nothing but tangled limbs and heavy hearts. He cradled you after, holding you tightly like a child does their teddy bear, and as you allowed yourself to fade into a restful slumber, you read his touch like a lost tome, finally able to translate the words: I love you.
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Sasuke has become a true softie. I love soft Sasuke quite so much, it just showed in the manga panel where he helps the prisoner escape from the locker that he was thrown in and even ceased his cloth pass to him.
daydreaming about a quiet day with sasuke. him helping me with heavier things in the garden, me putting sunscreen on him and making him wear a big hat so he doesn’t burn. him trying to keep me from eating all the berries as i pick them even though he’s doing the same with the cherry tomatoes.
daydreaming about cooking us something for lunch and eating it on the engawa together, listening to the sounds of nature. maybe we go for a walk to digest. i like to imagine him picking me up by the waist to help me step up a log while we’re on the trail, or moving me to avoid me stepping in mud.
at some point he’ll want to get some training in and he’ll make me join him because he cares about my health. but when i get whiny he’ll let me have a water break while he does some more intense training, things he lowkey wants to show off to me because he likes to hear my impressed gasps while i watch him.
after that, taking a nice bath together. i like to wash his hair and form it into funny shapes and he tolerates it because he likes how my nose scrunches when i giggle at him.
and similarly, i wouldn’t mind if he’d fuck me into pieces before we go to sleep 😂
that’s my daydream today! 💞
Aww, this is so cute. We stan a soft Sasuke on this blog! 💗
I especially liked the bit about him wanting to show off, this is so accurate, and making funny shapes out of his hair. I can almost see the eye rolling in my mind’s eye!! 🤣
After the Uchiha family finished dinner, Sarada set to cleaning up, shooing her parents to the living room to relax while she cleaned up. Once Sarada finished washing the dishes, she hummed her way to the living room. Sasuke, hearing his daughter approaching, turned his head and laid a finger over his lips; she saw and immediately quieted, confused by his need for silence.
Walking around the couch, she quickly understood why. Sasuke was leaned back in the corner of the sofa while Sakura leaned against him, head gently resting on his chest while her legs stretched out along the length of the couch. The remaining half of his left arm was over her shoulders, the sleeve hanging down over her as one end was lightly grasped in her hand. Her eyes were closed; she’d fallen asleep like that.
“Mama works so hard,” Sarada remarked in a low voice, taking a seat in one of the chairs. “Don’t you think so, papa?”
“Yeah.” His voice was curt as always, but there was a softness to his voice and expression as he looked down at his sleeping wife. He could feel his chest swelling with emotion the longer he looked at her. He watched her chest slowly rise and fall with each breath, her expression peaceful. Still, he couldn’t miss the faint dark circles under her eyes or the way her hands seemed thinner than the last time he’d seen her.
“Papa?” Sarada asked, chewing her lip.
“Hm?” Sarada’s voice drew him out of his trance, looking in the direction of his sweet daughter.
“You know… mama smiles a lot more when you’re around. I mean, she smiles almost all the time, but… her smile is always brighter when you’re here. Has she always been like that?” Sarada had only known her parents when they’d been married, so she had no contrast.
Sasuke did. Thinking back, he tried to remember the times he’d seen her smile. Perhaps a brighter smile wasn’t what she’d always had, but he could remember how her demeanour had always changed, just slightly, whenever she was in his presence. She looked lighter. She did smile brighter. She seemed… happier.
“Yeah… she has.” He felt it, too. He felt the warmth that was her presence every time, even when he’d been far, far away from her.
