#naruto one shot

[aaizawashouta]

So This Is Love

pairing: naruto x fem!reader

word count: 2k

summary: he’s more than a war hero, your personal sunshine

warnings: none

Lazy fingers trail over warm skin. Early morning light pours into the bedroom, dancing with the sheer curtains that billow in the breeze. You forgot to shut the window last night, but summer was sneaking up early this year. A soft smile touches your lips as you trace over familiar scars. Naruto sleeps next to you, sheets pooled at his waist and snores slipping from his mouth. The sunlight warms his skin, making him glow. He looks ethereal, your very own god. Pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder his own lips twitch at the feeling.

Your eyes meet sleepy ones when he catches your hand. Lips parting when he brings it up to his mouth, placing light kisses to each of your fingertips. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, fingers tingling. His smile is blinding as he stares at you. Blonde hair, a golden halo around his head and blue eyes you’d surely drown in if you stare too long.

There aren’t many days like these. Where you get him only to yourself. The war may be over, but his dreams are just on the horizon. Naruto turned out to be a very important man and you couldn’t be more proud. Smiling at him you tilt your chin up, eyes meeting his as you gently place your lips against his. You can’t help the head sigh that escapes you when his hand weaves into your hair.

“Good morning.”

“Mhm.”

Naruto laughs when you pull away from him. He loves how easy it is to get you all flustered. Some days treating it like a game, trying to beat his personal best. You roll your eyes, ignoring his grabby hands and make your way to the kitchen. It doesn’t take him long to follow after you.

It’s something about the way he watches you. His eyes devour you from where he sits at the dining table, elbow on the table, chin in hand. He grins at you, his whole aura almost as blinding as the sun peaking out from between the drapes as you bring him a cup of tea. He takes the cup from you, calloused fingers lingering on your own. Eyes trailing as the cup lifts to his lips, and down his throat. Licking your lips at the bob of his adams apple.

“Honey, you’re staring.”

Your eyes meet his. “So?”

A yelp escapes you when hands wrap around your thighs and lift you to the table. You glare at him when your ass collides with the mug, almost tipping it over. Naruto only smirks, leaning in to capture your lips with his. Your stomach clenches, the taste of him and your favorite tea almost drowning you. The feeling of his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your inner thighs, the only thing keeping you afloat. Tipping your head back when his lips leave yours, leaving a burning trail down your neck. The pace is slow, lazy, matching the tone of your morning. Naruto’s thumbs keep rubbing into your skin even as his hands rise higher, finding themselves underneath his shirt you had picked up from the floor earlier.

“You’ve got studying to do, Naru.”

He grumbles against your shoulder. Iruka makes sure to come by every so often while Naruto is on missions. That way you can help keep him updated on how he’s doing with his work. He has to do the work, if he wants to be hokage. He won’t let Kakashi keep the title forever.

“I don’t want to.”

You can’t help but snort at his pouting. “I know, but I can help, yeah?”

You keep your eyes trained on the sketchbook in your lap, attempting not to be conspicuous when you look up to study him every now and then. The idea makes you snort. As if your staring has ever bothered him. You stared so hard when you first met him that you hadn’t heard a thing he said to you for about three minutes. It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to you, but hey, he thought you were the cutest thing.

Once he figured out you truly weren’t an idiot. It all worked out.

When he looks up at you now and catches you lost in thought as you admire him, his lips tilt up into a teasing grin. You wink at him before looking back down at the book. You’ve drawn him a hundred times before. This one is probably your favorite. Him at home, content with you. Holding the piece back a bit, you study your favorite parts. The gentle way his lashes rest against his cheeks. The slope of his nose. He looks peaceful. Godlike.

“What are you drawing over there, honey?”

You don’t have to look up from the sketchbook to know that his smirk has turned more haughty than before, and when he leans forward a little, you lean back at the same time to keep your sketchbook out of his reach.

He knows you draw him. He’s seen a few of them. He’s seen almost all of your artwork. In fact, he has one of your drawings tattooed on him. He got it while on your honeymoon. You thought he was crazy but he thinks he was being romantic. Whatever. But this one, it feels different. More personal. It’s not him being vulnerable on the page, but you as well.

“Just the garden,” you lie, with a little shrug, looking back out the window for added effect, scrunching your eyes slightly as if to examine it in depth.

“The garden,” he repeats. He doesn’t believe you. Not like he has to. He knows without a doubt you’re lying. “That why you keep looking at me?”

“Maybe I just missed you, ever think of that?” You counter, but it comes out in a harsh whisper, like you're trying not to cry. Closing the sketchbook quickly, you nearly jam your finger in between the pages. His gaze burns over you, taking you in from your averted gaze, hands clenching your sketchbook, your rigged posture, back pressed so hard against the chair, as if purposely trying to keep a distance from him.

“Honey, I’m right here.”

You huff. As if you don’t already know this. As if you haven’t had your eyes on him since you crashed into him in the living room when he walked in last night, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He’d been gone for almost a month. It’s why you couldn’t sleep last night — because he’s home. He’s here and all you want is him close. You want him with you. You want him living inside you where he can’t ever escape; where the thought of losing him is only a nightmare. Your eyes have gone misty, something you can’t hide when you glance up at him when you feel a finger lazily drag up your arm. You raise your brows trying to feign innocence as you place the sketchbook on the other side of you. He could easily reach it if he wanted to, you’d have no chance at keeping it from him, but it seems that he can sense the anxiety radiating off of you. Naruto’s smirk falls into something softer, gentler. Something you’ve only seen a handful of times — something that he saves just for you.

“Dance with me.”

You hesitate for a small second. “What?”

His eyes brighten as he pulls himself up into a sitting position. He grabs your phone that’s sitting on the coffee table and raises the volume. Suddenly, it’s two years ago, the beginning of June and you’re standing in the middle of a crowd — all of your loved ones there to celebrate the two of you. The song tugs on your heartstrings more than it ever has before. Naruto’s eyes slightly crinkle with his smile.

“Dance with me.” he says softly as he extends his hand out for you to take.

Without much effort you're in his arms, swaying to the song that played during your first dance as a married couple. You can’t seem to stop the tears that fall from your eyes. You aren’t sad, but this feels like a lot. He’s got you wrapped up in him. One arm wrapped around your waist holding you to him, while the other is cradling your head, fingers weaved through your hair. Your head rests on his shoulder, hands tight around his waist, both of you lost in each other, in the magic of the radiant sun, the silence of the early afternoon.

“Do you regret marrying me?” Naruto whispers in your ear.

“No.”

“You’d choose this life again?”

“I’d choose you every time no matter what it meant. I can deal with this, Naru, as long as I get you back every time. Every time.”

His eyes rest heavy on you, and your pulse starts to race when the soft light in his eyes slightly darkens into something else. His gaze lingers on your lips long enough for you to tilt your chin up, bringing your mouth closer to his, and when his lips realign to that familiar smirk you know, like always, he’s more aware of the effect he has on you than he should be. Maybe you should be embarrassed by that, but it makes things easy. You never have to ask, he just knows. Like how you’re standing here with the electric hum of excited energy flooding your veins already, desperately waiting to feel his mouth on yours. He lowers his head slowly, eyeing you with a playful gleam telling you that he’s teasing you — that he knows his slow pace is driving you crazy. But it doesn’t last long, the moment you run your tongue along your bottom lip, his playful attitude breaks, and his lips collide with yours. You pull him closer as his hand slips down to grab at your thigh. Without much thought you jump, wrapping your legs around him as he carries you back to your bedroom.

With Naruto, kisses are more than just feeling his lips against yours. It’s his calloused fingers slowly brushing the inside of your thighs, in a slow teasing motion, that drives you crazy until you're grinding against him. Desperate for him to touch you, really touch you. It’s the taste of his spearmint tongue brushing against your own, sending white-hot jolts of pleasure straight down to your core. It’s the smell of him — intoxicating, mouthwatering, enough to make you weak at the knees. But more than anything, it’s the sound of him — of the deep exhales when your fingers dip into the band of his pajama pants to tease him, the throaty groan when you grind your hips down into his, the position of you resting over him on your bed one of power, one he gives only you. It’s the surprised laugh that echoes from him whenever you nibble on his bottom lip or pull away to catch your breath.

Your seconds away from doing that when he breaks away from the kiss, grinning up at you like he knows you weren’t breathing. He probably does. The man knows you like the back of his hand from the moment you met. Naruto only shakes his head, a soft laugh pouring out of him, his thumb running along your cheekbone. He’s looking up at you like you hung the stars and the moon. But that can’t be right, can it? Not when he’s magic, a myth. Something you can’t really phantom. A god in your bed, carved marble under your fingertips. He is the earth and you, it’s lone moon, never far and always following closely behind.

There’s more studying to be done. Another mission that’ll take him away for who knows how long. But in a world of peace, for now, you’re willing to share him. Willing to be placed to the side so he can conquer his dreams. Willing to do anything and everything to help him.

His finger taps your nose, causing you to scrunch it. He grins down at you before bumping his nose against yours. “You’re everything.” He says it so softly, as if mirroring your thoughts. Assuring you in a way that baffles you always. How does he know? But that’s the magic of him, you think.

This is love, on a Sunday morning.

#naruto uzumaki x reader #Naruto uzumaki x you #naruto x reader #naruto x you #naruto smut #naruto fanfiction #naruto one shot

[naruto--imagines]

Neji x Reader

[A/N] I do not own any of the characters present in this story, nor do I own the GIF that is featured. I do hold ownership over the story itself, please do not re-post it anywhere. Thanks!  

From this - #1

You’d felt his eyes on you the entire time you were getting ready to go out. You were joining your friends for a girls night out and broke out your favorite dress, a black piece that hugged your figure and accentuated your favorite features. Paired with a cute set of chunky heels and your favorite makeup and hair, you were ready to rock the town.

“The skirt is supposed to be this short?”

 His eyes raked down your body lingering where the hem ended. His eyebrows furrowed, and he swore he felt his eye twitch. 

“Well yeah, they don’t call it a little black dress for anything.” You reply, painting your lips. 

“And you don’t happen to have a medium black dress I suppose? One that would draw so much attention to you?” He steps up behind you and lets his fingers trace along your figure, feeling the silky texture of the dress.

“I do, but that defeats the purpose of ladies night, we’re trying to get away with spending the least amount of money and the best way to do that is sexual allure.” You explain while turning in his grasp and placing a short kiss to his lips. “But when I return I might let you ruin the dress.” You tease with a wink.

Just as Neji begins to respond, a ‘honk’ sounds from outside queuing you to leave. 

“I won’t be gone long!” You call over your shoulder as you begin to leave. 

You make it two steps before Neji wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to him. Pressing his lips to your ear he whispers “Enjoy your last night with the dress, tonight I’ll shred it, and tomorrow I’ll burn it.” He nips your ear, and then withdraws from you leaving you flushed and eager to get the night over with so you can return home.

#Neji Hyuga #Reader #Neji x Reader #naruto one shot #naruto #naruto shippuden

[uchihabbynic]

The Lie You Fed

Characters: Naruto Uzumaki x Fem! Reader

Super Brief Mentions: Hinata Hyuga, Boruto & Himawari Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha

Warnings: Angst, Implied Cheating, Slight Mention of Sexual Themes

Word Count: 3.1k

Author’s Note: Naruto Uzumaki is a giant fluff-ball and even though he’s perfect in my eyes -  real relationships are not always rainbows & sunshine. They’re messy, scary, confusing - sometimes heartbreaking and I wanted to attempt something different to portray that. Enjoy, friends ❤️

Mood 🎧 : All I Ask - Adele

With your signature cup of chamomile tea in hand - you’d been listening to the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops hitting your shared apartment window and successfully solidified the tranquil state you’d been desperately craving since the beginning of your work week. As you sat curled up on your couch - you spent time flipping through “The Knot” magazine, ogling at the breathtaking wedding venues and beautiful engagement rings you’d made sure to point out to your man.

When you weren’t going on romantic dates or having mind-blowing sex with your boyfriend Naruto Uzumaki - you’d recently been spending a good majority of your time fantasizing about being a wife and mother - creating the life you’d always dreamed of with the man you’d always wished for.

With your head in the clouds, you’d failed to hear your boyfriend come through the door.

“Hi love.” Naruto said, casually planting a kiss on your cheek as he placed the plastic takeout bag in his hand on the coffee table in front of you, making himself comfortable on a nearby recliner.

“Hi baby, welcome home!” You smiled wide, placing the wedding magazine next to you on the couch - catching Naruto’s attention.

Naruto peeked over at the pink and white book and chuckled. “Your nose is always buried in these magazines these days!”

“Shush!” You grabbed the book, playfully slapping him on the arm with it evoking a hearty laugh to spill from his lips.

You appreciated the silly, playful nature of your relationship with Naruto. Even now in your adulthood, you both made sure to keep your inner child alive. As Naruto darted out of his chair, you were right on his heels chasing him all over your apartment waving the magazine in his direction until he yelled, ‘Mercy’!

“I just want to be ready as soon as you pop the question!” you said, beaming wide - now getting comfortable on your bed, tossing the magazine to the side. 

Naruto, now having stripped down to nothing but his boxers - getting prepared for his evening shower, slid on the bed next to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest.

“I’m just giving you a hard time babe. I can’t wait to make you my wife one day.” Naruto said, pearly whites beaming, stealing another quick kiss.

Naruto had entered the steamy bathroom jumping into the shower, leaving his phone behind on the bed with you when suddenly a text came through from a name you hadn’t seen in a long time. 

Hinata Hyuga. 

You trusted your man more than anything in the world and knew that a text from his ex-wife most likely had something to do with Naruto’s two kids, Boruto and Himawari.

“Naruto! Hinata texted you!” you shouted from the bedroom.

“One sec!” The blonde’s deep, raspy voice echoed from inside the shower.

10 minutes had passed and Naruto exited the bathroom, white towel hanging deliciously low on his waist - looking completely confused. It was pretty rare that the two exes communicated outside of dropping off and picking up the kids and it was Hinata’s week with Boruto and Hima so he was just as taken aback as you were. Naruto skimmed the text and immediately left the room to call Hinata. Meanwhile, you were holding your breath hoping it was nothing serious involving the kids. Even though you and Naruto weren’t married yet, you loved his children like they were your own. 

Moments later, Naruto entered the room once more with a concerned look on his face, scratching his freshly washed blonde hair.

“Hinata said that we need to go to Boruto’s school on Friday. Parent teacher conference.” Naruto casually said, throwing on orange sweatpants and a fresh tee over his head.

“Is everything okay?” you questioned, hoping the situation at Boruto’s school was no big deal.

Naruto joined you on the bed, unusually quiet. When he finally spoke up - there was little to no expression on his face. You could instantly tell something was wrong.

“Apparently, Boruto has been getting into a lot of trouble at school. Acting out. Cracking jokes to make the other kids laugh. Not turning in his work.”

“Wow, I mean - I knew Boruto was a bit of a prankster like you were as a child, but I didn’t realize it was so bad. Do you think it’s because of me…?” You looked off into the distance, holding your breath, awaiting Naruto’s answer.

“That’s silly, Y/N…I’m sure it's because he’s just at that age, ya know?” Naruto replied, now downplaying the situation.

You could see right through him. Naruto was obviously concerned like any father would be but always wanted to appear cool, calm and collected when it came to his kids.

You apprehensively spoke up, being careful to not add fuel to the fire. “Well…ever since the divorce and our relationship becoming as serious as it is…I’m sure it’s been a hard adjustment for him - for any little kid, really.”

Naruto stayed quiet for a moment taking in what you were saying. It was clear that he didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that his failed marriage and new relationship was making such a negative impact on his son. Naruto could handle just about ANYTHING but this parenting thing - even having done it for 12 years - was still not something he had mastered quite yet and in the back of his mind, was worried it was something he’d never get right.

“Being a parent is the hardest thing I've ever done…no amount of Ninja training could top this.” The Uzumaki said, sounding stressed as he rubbed his tired face.

You gently rubbed Naruto’s back, soothing him. You knew he always wanted to do right by his kids and if he ever felt like he was falling short - he took it incredibly hard. Regardless, the rebellious teen years were slowly but surely creeping around the corner and you wanted to make sure he knew that you were there to support him every step of the way.

“Naruto. You are an amazing father and you’re going to handle this with the utmost grace and poise, the way I know you can. Try not to stress it too much, baby.” you said as you leaned your head on Naruto’s shoulder, deeply inhaling, taking in his zesty freshly showered scent.

Naruto’s signature smile had crept its way back to his face as he beamed from ear to ear listening to the way you encouraged him.

“I just hope this parent-teacher conference doesn’t last too long…I have a bunch of all day meetings I have to attend.” The blonde said, groaning as the painful reality of adulthood kept hitting him.

You perked up remembering that Friday was your 3 year anniversary, in hopes that Naruto didn’t forget. He was an amazing man who treated you like an absolute Queen but you weren't so blinded by love that you didn’t realize that Naruto wasn't the most organized person in the world.

“Aaaannnd, you'll be home in time for dinner, yes?” you looked at Naruto, giving him the cutest puppy dog pout you could manage.

Naruto immediately looked flustered as he had indeed forgotten that your 3 year anniversary dinner was set for this Friday but it just so happened to interfere with the parent-teacher conference.

“Y/N…I will do my very BEST to not be late. I have to meet Hinata at the school at 5:30pm for the conference and well...you know how Iruka loves to catch up and talk.” Naruto nervously laughed, hoping you’d be understanding and not hold his lateness against him.

You huffed. “Fine. But i'm making your favorite… and well, just make sure you’re home and ready for dessert.” you stuck your tongue out and crawled on Naruto’s lap, hoping the sexual innuendo didn’t go completely over his head.

Naruto slipped his large hand under your shirt, giving your boob a firm squeeze. “Don’t worry, love. I’m always ready.” The blonde smirked and you could feel Naruto’s hard length flex underneath your ass as you were pressing into his lap in all the best ways.

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The candlelight flickered and the aroma of miso pork filled your nostrils as you sat at the beautifully decorated table you had prepared - awaiting your boyfriend’s arrival. You were filled with both nerves and excitement for the evening as you slipped into your favorite black cocktail dress that accentuates your curves - your bust was practically spilling out of the built-in bra but you didn’t mind as you knew Naruto would go nuts over the view. 

7:30pm had rolled around and the knot in your stomach began to tighten. You began to sweat and become anxious as it wasn’t common for Naruto to be extremely late - especially not on such a joyful occasion. Your anxiety brain kicked into overdrive. You began thinking the absolute worst of the worst. 

You were certain that the parent-teacher conference had been over for an hour now and Naruto wasn’t answering his phone.

“What if he got hurt on his way home?” you thought.

The intrusive thoughts were starting to consume you as this was totally unlike him. It was your 3-year anniversary and you’d been looking forward to this night for a long time. In fact, you were secretly hoping that a proposal would happen tonight, yet - here you were sitting at the dinner table alone, fighting back tears. 

Suddenly, the keys jingling in the front door startled you out of your thoughts. You smoothed your dress and went to meet your boyfriend - stopping him at the front door, arms crossed.

“You’re late.” you said, sounding obviously perturbed.

“I know… I-I’m really sorry.” Naruto replied quietly, as he looked down at his feet.

Immediately, you could sense something wasn't right. This wasn’t the demeanor of the same man you loved and his discomfort was written all over his face. He awkwardly held out a bouquet of pink roses and lilies.

“Happy Anniversary.” Naruto had said just above a whisper.

There was no light in his eyes and no excitement to be found in his voice. Something was wrong. Very wrong. 

You snatched the bouquet out of his hands and stepped aside - not saying a single word but letting him inside the apartment. Naruto’s face lit up - showing off his adorable signature cheeky grin at the sight of the carefully prepared dinner table you spent hours working on. However, that grin had quickly left.

You, still not amused, follow behind Naruto. “Where the hell have you been?” you said, arms still crossed.

“Y/N…We need to talk.” The blonde said, fidgeting with his fingers.

Your stomach was doing somersaults as the words rolled off your boyfriend’s lips. That phrase never meant good news. Your hopeful mood towards your anniversary night had quickly turned sour as the irritability on your face became painfully evident.

“Naruto…what’s this about?” You asked, standing frozen trying your best to mentally prepare for whatever bomb your boyfriend was getting ready to drop - your E/C eyes piercing Naruto’s baby blues.

“Something happened after the parent-teacher conference…with Hinata.” Naruto was holding his breath, awaiting your reaction.

You inhaled sharply, bracing yourself for what was to happen next. “Something like what, exactly…?” you said, carefully eyeing the blonde suddenly feeling the urge to throw up.

“We kissed. Well…she kissed me!” Naruto desperately tried to explain his side and get the story right. However, you were already shutting down. You began taking slow steps away from Naruto.

The betrayal. The heartbreak you already felt, bubbling up inside. You felt like you’d just taken the biggest punch to the gut. Your vision temporarily went blurred as the dizziness you felt began to take over. This was not what you expected in a million years. Naruto was your Prince Charming. He was the man you’d spent the last year of your life talking about marriage and having children of your own together with. You couldn't believe what you were hearing and on your anniversary at that.

“How…could you?” you said quietly, still slowly backing away.

Naruto began walking towards you, desperately trying to reach out and pull you close. You threw your hand out in front of you defensively.

“Dont.” A single tear began to run down your cheek. “Don’t touch me.”

“Y/N…I wanted to tell you in person. We just started talking about Boruto and Hima and reminiscing about the days they were born and our past and well…she thinks it’d be best for the kids if we tried working things out. Honestly, it’s left me…confused.” Naruto said quietly, being sure to avoid eye contact with you. He hated seeing you cry and hated even more being the cause of your tears.

Your mouth had dropped in complete disbelief. How could the man who says he’d love you for the rest of your life even consider working things out with the woman he’d divorced only a few years prior?! You thought, Naruto’s words replaying over and over in your head.

“Confused? What are you? 15?! One kiss and now you’re questioning our whole relationship!?” your tone of voice, shaky and beginning to crack as the tears started flowing.

“We’re planning for marriage and a baby of our own and you go and drop this bomb on me!? Does that mean nothing to you?” you asked, voice now barely above a whisper.

Naruto rubbed the back of his blonde locks nervously. “Yes! It means everything. You mean everything to me…I just want to make sure I'm doing what’s best for my kids… especially before trying to bring another one into the world.”

You scoffed, completely taken aback by the excuses he fed you. “Hm. I don't recall you being this cautious about having another baby when you started cumming in me raw for the last 6 months.” you smirked. Hurt and anger laced your tone of voice.

“Look Y/N…Please believe me when I say, I do love you - so much - but I don’t think it’s fair to drag you through this while I sort my feelings out so, I think that taking a few days apart may be best...” Naruto momentarily stayed quiet, allowing you space to process everything before proceeding. 

“I- I just had to let you know, face to face - as soon as I could. Otherwise…I’d feel even more guilty.” Naruto tried his hardest to convince you, ignoring your comment altogether.

As Naruto continued on, your heart sank further and further to your ass. The lump in your throat wouldn’t go away. You felt like you were in one horrific nightmare that you couldn't wake up from. Your boyfriend had betrayed you in a way you never thought would be possible and you didn’t know where to go from here. The sadness subsided and was replaced with pure rage as your heart was ripped to a million pieces.

“Save the nice guy act. You aren’t doing me any damn favors. You’re being totally selfish and trying to relieve your glory days. This isn’t about those kids because there’s no reason you can't co parent with Hinata the way you have been for the last 3 years.” Your voice - still shaky from what you were hearing.

“Dammit, Y/N! She was my wife! She was my first love. My first everything…she gave me two beautiful children and I admit… maybe I did get caught up in the moment. Can you blame me?!” Naruto raised his voice, now losing his cool and all sensibilities.

“Fuck you. I hate you.” You spit out those words with the nastiest venom in your tone. You charged towards Naruto pushing firmly on his chest trying to guide him towards your front door. You’d heard enough.

“What about ME?! What about what I want?! You don’t think I want two beautiful children of my own? You’re disgusting, selfish and a LIAR and you need to go, NOW!” you yelled, still pushing at Naruto’s muscular chest in the direction you wanted him to go.

Despite the events of the past few hours, Naruto did have a heart and you filled it so perfectly. However, he felt like he owed it to himself and his children to figure out where to go next. Unfortunately, you were collateral damage in this series of events.

Naruto was incredibly strong and barely budged as you tried pushing him away. He just let you push and push at his chest, taking all your rage and hatred out on him. He instantly regretted what he’d just said to you and by this point, he knew he had hurt you worse than ever before and was okay letting you throw all your anger at him even when your bitter words stung him right back. He didn’t dare make the moment about himself any more than he already had. 

“You hate me?...” Y/N, you don’t mean that.” Naruto said looking down at your tear stained face. Tears now forming in his own cerulean orbs. He went to cup your cheek still wanting to soothe the pain he had just caused, however, the touch of his rough hand on your face caused you to flinch. It suddenly felt foreign on your skin.

“Don’t touch me! I deserve someone who is sure about me and only me! Someone who picks me EVERY TIME. Someone who doesn’t feed me a bunch of lies and bullshit - creating false hope in my heart for the future!”

Naruto winced - now fully comprehending the rage and hurt that had bubbled up inside of you, however - you weren’t done. This man hurt you in a way that you could barely comprehend and you needed him to know.

“You walk around with this cheery nice guy act and then you go and pull a stunt like this? You and Hinata are fucking snakes who clearly deserve each other.”

You were fuming at this point and obviously saying things you didn’t mean but your heart was aching and the man who always picked up the pieces - was the one ripping them to shreds.

Stunned. Naruto’s heart sank - immediately knowing that this very well could be the end and that he was no longer welcome as he slowly backed out of the apartment - only to have the door slammed in his face. You were fully aware that he didn't have any clothes or an overnight bag with him but at that moment, you didn’t care. Seeing his face was too much to bear. Knowing that he’d just shared such intimacy with someone other than yourself evoked a heartless response from you.

Your whole body collapsed under you as you slid down against the door frame. All you could do was bury your head in your knees allowing the most guttural cries to leave your throat. You needed to let it all out. You were feeling broken and unsure of what to do next. The man you were certain you’d spend your life with was now questioning everything and you didn’t want to wait around until he figured out what he wanted. That was bullshit. You deserved more. You deserve certainty. Naruto wanted to fuck around with your emotions and you weren’t going to stand for it.

And that is how you ended up on his doorstep. 

Contrary to popular belief, Sasuke Uchiha comforted you in ways many others could not. 

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[narutogwriting]

HELLO!!! Hope you've had a great day!!

I've beeen having this thrist stuck in my head...hear me out...

Naruto sneaking into your room at night to fool around with you 🙈 but trying to keep quiet and not wake up your household??? Oof....SEND HELP SOS.

Wow this spoke to me on a spiritual level

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“What’re you—“

Naruto shushes you as he continues to slither in through your window. You sit up in your bed, watching him as he lands quietly on his face, way more gracefully than you’re used to for the boisterous blond. “Had to come see you… Missed you…” He murmurs as he crawls on your bed, his body hovering over yours without preamble. He’s already nuzzling at your neck, forcing your head back to give him access to the bare flesh there.

“Gotta be quiet, baby,” he mutters before beginning to trail open mouthed kisses over your neck, making you sigh in pleasure. “Don’t wanna wake anyone up, do we?”

The feeling of his lips has whatever questions or protests you may have had. His hands are already moving up from your hips over your breasts, and god with that low, raspy instance, how can you deny him?

You nod in agreement, and Naruto takes the invitation without hesitation. He nips at your neck before harshly sucking at the skin there, making you gasp and hiss, but he’s quickly shushing you with a kiss. His mouth presses against yours, hot and needy, and he doesn’t even bother working up from something slow and sweet. His tongue is quickly forcing its way into your mouth, and its all you can do to keep up. Just as your hands are threading into his hair, holding on for dear life, his hands are forcing their way up your shirt. His fingers quickly find your nipples, pulling and tweaking in the way that you like, and it has you mewling into his mouth.

“Quiet, baby,” Naruto shushes you, but you keep feel the way he smirks against your lips. He’s doing it on purpose. Does he *want* you to wake up the whole house?

“Want you,” you whisper, unthreading your fingers from his hair to try and grope him over his basketball shorts. “Wanna touch you…”

Naruto removes one hand from where its playing with your hardening nipples to grab both your small hands in his large one. He pins both your hands above your head. His movements are aggressive and rushed. He’s needy, *really* needy, and he doesn’t want to waste anytime.

“Nu uh,” he growls against your lips. “Don’t want foreplay… Wanna be inside you.”

The hand that’s no holding yours trails to your pj bottoms. He shoves them down and his fingers return to play with the string of your thong. You think he’s going to pull it down next, but he doesn’t bother. Naruto’s gotten his own shorts and boxers kicked off, and he only pulls your thong aside before he’s shoving his cock inside you.

You moan out instantly, but Naruto’s big hand goes over your mouth, muffling the noise. “Shh,” he hisses as he begins shallow, rough thrusts that have your breasts bouncing against the confines of your shirt.

“Be quiet…” Naruto grunts with another hard thrust, his head dropping down to the crook of your neck. “Be quiet, and. Just. Take. It.”

Each word is emphasized by his hips smacking into yours with such force that your head board is hitting the wall. All you can do is moan and whine behind his hand that’s forcing you to stay quiet.

“Take it, baby. Take my cock. *Fuck,* you feel so fucking *good.*”

Naruto’s the one who’s telling you to keep it down, but he’s making all the noise. His whispers are getting louder, the headboard hitting the wall with *smacks* now.

“Yeah baby. Good. So good. So fucking good… Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum. Do you want me to cum? Tell me you wanna cum!”

The hand over you mouth moves down to your neck, and his fingers wrap around it, squeezing.

“Y-yeah,” you gasp the best you can, your eyes rolling back as he angles his hips upwards. His dick hits that spot that has you seeing stars, and you’re practically begging now. “Yeah, baby. Cum. Please cum, I want it!”

You’re cumming as soon as the words leave your mouth, spasming and clenching around him tightly with a cry.

Naruto’s hips stutter against your own. They stop as he bottoms out, then pick up again. One, two, three more thrusts and he bottoms out one last time, hips resting completely against yours as he cums. You can feel him pulsing inside of you as spurt after spurt fills you up. The pulsing lasts seconds, and until it finally stops. Warmth fills you, and you can feel him beginning to leak around where he has you plugged.

Naruto is panting hard, catching his breath. He picks his head up finally to look down at you, and he gives you a sheepish, goofy grin, so different from the harsh, dominant figure he just was.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. You grin back up at him, but before either of you can say a word, a banging comes at your door.

Naruto freezes, eyes wide, as you flush with embarrassment.

“Can you both be quiet!”

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[eyeles-writing]

You Never Have to Forgive Me - I Will Always Love You.

⭐︎ Word Count: 5844 ⭐︎

⭐︎ Warnings: Canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, angst ⭐︎

⭐︎ Description: Itachi drags you along with him for a trip to Konohagakure without telling you what’s going on. When he comes back, tears streaming down his face with a clear indication of pain, you know something’s gone wrong. ⭐︎

*a/n: i originally posted this on my main blog, but ive since created a new one and decided to repost it here. im still the real eyeles i promise!!

You and Itachi arrived in Konohagakure early in the morning - you were quick to disguise yourselves as simple tourists upon entering the gate, flashing a bright smile to the guarding ninja and telling stories of your wide travels across the Land of Fire. The ninja let you into the village with a kindhearted smile and a wish of success. You and Itachi quickly made your way to the nearest inn, where you promptly set down all of your items and made a plan for the day.

When Itachi asked you to accompany him on a mission to Konoha, you were hesitant to agree. In all the years you had known the man, he had never once expressed an interest in returning to Konoha. You were only vaguely aware of what had happened in the Leaf all those years ago, but you knew enough to know that Itachi was correct to stay far away. He’d never talked about it with you despite your status as his closest friend; Itachi was stuck with his walls up at all times and very rarely expressed any emotion. He was objective, honest, and emotionless - it’s what appealed to you the most, but it concerned you when he hid his emotions from you. You never knew when he was in a bad place, and that’s what confused you the most when he asked you out of the blue if you would join him on a mission to Konoha.

As soon as you had settled into the hotel, Itachi was heading out the door. He moved silently and didn’t even bother calling your name - the man had fully intended on leaving you in the hotel room and heading out to the streets on his own. Before you had even realized he’d left the room, he was already making his way down the pavement.

Itachi walked swiftly to his destination, using the distinct muscle memory that was ingrained into his mind years ago. He took a left turn, went straight for a while, turned again at the large flower pot, then circled around the fountains to reach his destination - it was the same route he took to the academy almost every single day of school when he was a child.

The dirt was still the same reddish brown that he remembers; it kicked up the exact same way as it used to and created the same dust clouds as Itachi walked. He was entranced by the ivy that had grown across the building he’d admired since he was a child - he’d stare at it every morning as he walked past it and always expressed how much he wanted to live there when he was older. At the age of 21, though, Itachi felt an unfortunate pain in his heart when he first saw that building now overgrown with ivy and grass. It looked abandoned, even.

The sound of a bell had taken Itachi out of his thoughts. He was standing at the corner right across from the Konohagakure academy and his eyes scanned the crowd of children that were now pouring out of the building. He recognized a few kids as members of clans based on their familiar outfits, but beyond that, Itachi felt saddened by the lack of recognition in his mind. Nothing in the village had changed, it seemed, yet Itachi felt as though he’d never been there before.

A kid with bright yellow hair dashed out of the crowd, an intelligible yell escaping his mouth. He appeared happy as he ran, and Itachi watched the two kids trail behind him. A girl with gorgeous pink hair followed the blonde boy with her arms crossed in clear disappointment. Behind her, trailing even slower, was a boy that Itachi had failed to recognize entirely. He looked angry at first, but it became easy to see that he was indifferent to what the boy was yelling about. Itachi furrowed his brow in confusion at the dark-haired boy before it had finally clicked.

The child, who must have been no older than 12, was Itachi’s younger brother - and Itachi was unable to recognize him.

There was nothing about Sasuke that was different or unusual for an Uchiha member; he wore the same white shorts and blue shirt that even Itachi wore as a kid. The familiar Uchiha crest was sewn into the back of the shirt, even. It had simply been too many years since Itachi had last seen his younger brother, and the memory of Sasuke’s face and mannerisms had slowly faded. Every time Itachi failed to recall a memory of his brother, he felt the same aching pain in his heart. Yet, he stayed away.

Sasuke had not noticed Itachi, thankfully, because Itachi had taken a few steps forward in a risky attempt to get a better view of him and almost drew attention to himself. In a moment of desperation, Itachi had activated his Sharingan to solidify the memory in his mind. He had forgotten everything else about Sasuke - he was not going to forget him again, he was determined. Unfortunately, the glow of the Sharingan was far too eye-catching.

Out of the corner of his eye, Sasuke Uchiha could have sworn that he saw the familiar red glow of the Sharingan eyes. He’d seen a tall figure in the shadow of a building across the street as he slowly trailed after Naruto and dreaded the next two hours of training. The figure was out of his mind almost as soon as he’d looked away, but the familiar glowing red he saw out of the corner of his eye was enough for his heart to drop to his stomach. He turned his head instantly to get a better view, but the figure had disappeared entirely by the time he realized what he was looking at. Sasuke muttered to himself and returned his attention back to his teammates, who were now significantly ahead of him. The thought of his older brother lingered in the back of his mind.

When Itachi returned to the hotel room, you were about to release a wave of anguish on him. You had a speech written and rehearsed for the man - it was a powerful proclamation of how you will never be disrespected like this again, how it was extremely inappropriate and immature of Itachi to invite you here and then immediately abandon you. Before you could even open your mouth, though, you stopped in your tracks once you realized Itachi was standing in front of you with tears silently streaming down his face.

“I didn’t recognize him,” he said at a whisper, voice clearly shaking.

“Who?” you asked as you walked toward Itachi, arms held out to him.

“Sasuke.”

Your expression softened instantly upon hearing that name - though you never knew much about the relationship Itachi had with Sasuke, you knew that they were family. Despite everything that happened in the Uchiha clan, it was understood that Itachi cared for Sasuke far more than you’d ever know. When Itachi spoke those words, it stirred a wave of emotion inside of you that could not stop you from pulling him into a hug.

Itachi collapsed into you and sniffled as he attempted to take a deep breath and prevent his tears from falling. It failed, though, when a sob came out of his chest unintentionally. His crying became borderline uncontrollable as he fell into your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around his body as you pulled him closer; gently, you tried to reassure him.

“You’re okay,” you whispered, doing your best to fight back your own tears, “you’re okay.”

Itachi tried to speak, but another cry came out by accident. You shushed him and pressed your hand to his back and began rubbing circles on him in an attempt to soothe him. After another minute of his cries, you carefully led him across the room to sit on the bed. He followed without any issue and sat down next to you, but didn’t dare show his face to you. When he pushed himself away from your shoulder moments later, you looked away from his face. Itachi was a man who was obsessed with his image - he’s eternally poised and always holds himself to the highest degree of decorum; being seen in a state like this is something that he’d be embarrassed of for the rest of his life, so you consciously did your best to avert your gaze.

“I thought that seeing Sasuke after all this time would reassure me, but it’s done the opposite,” his voice faltered as he sat up, still clearly distraught. “I could tell, even in that short moment, that… That I destroyed all potential for him to succeed.” He lowered his head and rested it on his palms, pressing one to his eye in an attempt to clear the oncoming headache after his tears had slowed down.

“You cannot predict the future,” you said, wrapping your arm around his shoulder, “you have no idea what Sasuke will do. I’m sure he’s amazing.”

“He would have surpassed me by now if I hadn’t done what I did,” Itachi whispered, “I destroyed his potential. I created his pain and I solidified his life of grief and isolation.”

“You were a kid,” you hugged him tighter, “you had no choice.”

Itachi shook his head. “What I did was beyond horrible.”

“Yes,” you agreed, “but that does not mean that you are horrible.”

Itachi crumbled once more, leaning further into your touch.

The tears continued falling silently until the sun had began to set. The sky had turned a gorgeous pink color and reflected beautifully on the lake in front of the inn - when you realized how late it had become, you peeled away from your sleeping partner to get dinner for the both of you. He had eventually cried himself to sleep, you assumed, and was now resting. You wrote a note for him just in case he woke up during the time you were gone. You threw on a jacket and went to the front desk to ask where the best takeout food was.

You kicked the red dirt as you walked, slowly chasing the same pebble that you’d accidentally brushed forward. It became a game to you, to see just how far you could take that single pebble. It made it only a few more kicks before you’d underestimated your strength and sent it flying off your charted path. You turned your attention toward your surroundings and found yourself peoplewatching as you walked.

There was a kid, maybe 13 at most, who was being screamed at by a girl of roughly the same age with the highest ponytail you’d ever seen. What she was saying was mostly incomprehensible to you, but it was clear that the boy did not seem to care. In fact, there was another boy right next to him feasting on a bag of chips while watching the entire ordeal.

After you’d turned the corner, your destination came into view. There was a group of kids across the street with a few ninja watching over them, the adults having their own conversations while the kids were busy trying to show off the different jutsu they’d allegedly mastered. A boy with an adorably small dog was boasting about his seemingly excellent kunai-throwing accuracy while a different boy in an alarmingly green outfit was proclaiming his dedication to being a ninja. Seeing the kids just be kids sparked a warmth in your heart, a tender feeling that everything just might be fine.

You entered the ramen shop with intentions to get a light dinner. However, when you sat down and looked at the row of people next to you, it was obvious that the proportions in this restaurant were huge. You ordered your food and stared at the posters while you waited. You’d also decided to passively eavesdrop on the group next to you.

“You’re being a total loser,” an unfamiliar voice said. From what you could tell, there were three kids and a ninja - you could only assume that they were a team.

“What?” another one playfully groaned, “I just wanna see whose quicker at eating a bowl of ramen!” The boy smacked his chopsticks on the table, signaling to the chef to make another bowl.

“Did you ask me if I’d buy you enough ramen for that, Naruto?” The ninja at the opposite end of the table asked, not even bothering to look up from the book he was reading, which had a large “18+” sticker on the back of it. It made you cringe just a little to see a man reading that in public.

The blonde boy, who you assumed was Naruto, smiled sheepishly and shook his head. “What’s a little more ramen, huh?” he asked. He then turned to the boy he was taunting previously. “What, Sasuke, you scared?”

Instantly, your head turned to the boy. The lighting in the shop wasn’t amazing, so you couldn’t exactly see his face, but you could tell just by looking at him that he was an Uchiha; the crest on the back of his shirt gave it away completely, but even just looking at his face was enough. The resemblance to Itachi was undoubtful. This was Sasuke Uchiha, and you were somehow lucky enough to run into him.

“Would you QUIT IT?!” A hand smacked Naruto’s face quickly, causing him to scream in pain. “Sakura!” Naruto whined, putting his head down on the table. Sakura huffed and returned to her ramen while Sasuke smirked in satisfaction.

Your own bowl of ramen was placed in front of you and you began to eat. You quickly discovered it was far too hot, though, so you needed to pass the time until it cooled off.

“Excuse me,” you smiled at the group next to you, “but I’m a tourist from the Land of Water and I was hoping you’d be able to tell me about Konohagakure. You’re ninja, correct?”

You didn’t intend on spending the next hour talking to the group, but you did - The team’s leader had introduced himself as Kakashi Hatake, who you’d most certainly heard of because of his use of the Sharingan eye. Though you were a more peaceful participant of the Akatsuki group, you were still knowledgeable on the organization’s biggest enemies. Kakashi was certainly one of them, mostly because of his amazing abilities as a ninja.

Naruto Uzumaki was the one to do most of the talking. It was very easy to see that he was someone who was constantly bouncing off the walls with excitement over the prospect of being a ninja. You’d learned all about his academy life within just a few minutes and, with one of the cutest smiles you’d ever seen, told you that he’d invite you personally to be in the front row of his inauguration as the next Hokage. With how dedicated he seemed, a part of you truly believed in his ability.

Sakura Haruno was next to tell you about both herself and Konoha, though she mostly told you about the different herbalist and medicinal specialists throughout the village. She told you that she wanted to become a medical ninja and wanted to do everything she could to help those in need - seeing such a bright and kind young girl filled your heart with a warmth like no other and in that moment, you felt a true hope for the future world.

“What about you?” You’d asked, turning to Sasuke Uchiha. You only started the conversation with Team Seven simply to talk to Sasuke, and yet he was the one who spoke the least. He appeared to have no interest in talking to you, though, as he only answered with a short sentence.

“I’m going to be the best ninja in the world,” he said sternly. He’d been picking slowly at his ramen that was nearing empty and when he spoke, he stabbed the noodles with precision.

“You’ve got to be pretty amazing to do that, y’know. Would you say you’re pretty good?” You inquired.

“Sasuke’s the top of his class!” Sakura chimed in, leaning over the table to look at him. She grinned at Sasuke, who appeared entirely indifferent to her presence, and she giggled.

“Really?” You smiled. Sakura nodded enthusiastically. “He’s the best! He’s totally mastered his Fireball Jutsu and he’s even mastered the Chidori!”

Though you had no idea what the Chidori was, you could sense that it was an impressive move when Kakashi nodded in confirmation. Sasuke didn’t respond to you nor Sakura’s compliments - instead, he continued picking at his food.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve got tons of people that are proud of you,” you smiled at him. In a low voice, you continued. “I know your family is proud of you, at least.”

Sasuke noticeably tensed up. “You know nothing of my family.”

You shook your head. “Not much, no, but you’re clearly a talented boy. It’s hard to miss that.”

An hour later, you returned to your hotel room with a box of ramen for Itachi. He remained laying in the same spot you’d left him, though this time he was wide awake. At first, you thought he was maybe dead because of his stillness - instead, though, he was staring at the ceiling simply because he didn’t want to get up.

“I brought you food,” you said.

He sat up slowly and pushed the hair out of his face. Itachi took the bag from you and began eating what you brought him. He didn’t say thank you, but you could see his appreciation despite the silence and averted gaze. He’d voice his thoughts many days later once the two of you returned home, but you knew it before then anyway.

“I… I saw Sasuke,” you said after a few minutes. His hand went still, pausing in the middle of lifting some noodles out of the bowl with chopsticks. He looked up at you and met your eyes for the first time that night. He looked exhausted, and it filled you with a feeling of sorrow just at the sight of his tired eyes.

“He’s amazing, Itachi,” you whispered with a smile, “he’s such a bright young boy. I talked to him and his teammates.”

Itachi nodded before returning to his food.

He cleared his throat. “Could you tell me about him?” He asked just above a whisper, voice wavering. You nodded.

“I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up,” you laughed, “and he said he wanted to be the best ninja ever. It was adorable.”

Itachi’s lip twitched at your remark, which was usually an indication of a smile for him.

“His teammate said that he mastered both the Fireball Jutsu and the Chidori.”

“The Chidori?” Itachi inquired, eyebrows furrowing, “that’s a high-level jutsu.”

You smiled and nodded. “His teacher is none other than Kakashi Hatake, Itachi. He’s the best in his class, I’m told. He’s an amazing kid.”

Itachi smiled this time. “I always knew he’d be an amazing ninja,” he whispered, “but mastering the Chidori at his age is unheard of.”

You sat down on the bed next to Itachi, leaning your shoulder against his. “He’s got some pretty awesome teammates too,” you grinned, “there’s this kid Naruto. They’re like, best friends and enemies at the same time. Couldn’t stop bickering with each other, it was adorable. He says he’s going to be Hokage some day, and I think I believe him.”

Itachi hummed in response. You continued. “Kakashi also has the Sharingan, too, which means Sasuke has someone to teach him at least a little bit, you know.”

Itachi shrugged. “He can only teach Sasuke so much.”

You nodded. “I’m sure Sasuke’s already passed him in the Sharingan by now.”

The rest of the night was spent retelling every single moment of your dinner with Sasuke. You made sure to leave out nothing - you went as far as telling Itachi exactly what his brother had ordered at the ramen shop, even. Itachi deserved to know every single second of what happened, no matter how small. When you’d finished telling him and the two of you had gone silent, you turned off the light in the room and crawled into the bed next to Itachi.

“During the mission briefing,” Itachi whispered, “I was told to eliminate everyone.”

It went without saying what mission Itachi was referring to. You reached out for his hand in the dark.

“I couldn’t hurt Sasuke,” he said, and you could tell he was crying once more. “I knew I couldn’t, so I planned to tell him the most vile things to make him hate me.” You furrowed your brow, but didn’t speak up. He continued. “Just to give him a reason to live after everything that I’d done.”

Itachi was shaking now, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of his crying or if he was having another panic attack. You squeezed his hand in reassurance.

“I couldn’t say anything to him,” Itachi whispered. “It pains me to say that I have no memory of the last conversation I had with my brother.”

“You should talk to him,” you whispered to him. Itachi stayed silent. At one point, you thought he had fallen asleep.

“I’d like that,” he responded. “I would like that.”

A whole fourteen hours later, you and Itachi found yourselves outside the academy. He wanted to talk to Sasuke but expressed to you that he was unsure where to start. Even though Itachi had a delicate and practiced mask of indifference on at all hours of the day, it was obvious that he was incredibly nervous at the prospect of meeting his younger brother. Itachi’s mask was cracking and falling off, though, as his nerves increasingly got the better of him. His hands were twitching and fidgety as you walked together through the streets and he completely ignored everything you had to say, almost as if he was lost in thought entirely. It was normal for Itachi to ignore you, but never this much - if he truly didn’t want to listen to you, he’d have gotten far away by now.

“Itachi,” you whispered, gently elbowing the man, “look.”

From where the two of you stood in the shadows of a nearby building, it was difficult to see the oncoming flood of children that were released from school at the precise time of 2o’clock. However, the striking appearance of Naruto in the crowd was enough to draw your attention. His bright yellow hair and rowdy attitude drew your eyes in, which lead you to the Sasuke and Sakura that were trailing behind him with annoyed faces.

You looked to Itachi, who appeared as indifferent as ever, and did your best to scan his face for any indication of what he was thinking. He seemed completely frozen.

“They have training after school most days,” you whispered to him, recalling your memory of the shared dinner and remembering how Naruto told you all about how hard he trains.

His bright smile was contagious. “I train pretty much every day, you know!” He beamed at you, “every single day after school!” Naruto giggled. “Well, except Mondays and Wednesdays…”

“It might be best for us to wait until after training.” Itachi nodded at your comment, but didn’t respond. You watched Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto walk down the path until they had become specks along the horizon. Then, the two of you were on your way.

“Wait,” Itachi grabbed your shoulder as you turned to walk back to the hotel. You stopped in your tracks and turned to him with a look of bewilderment.

“I want to watch them train,” he proposed, “to see if I… truly did destroy his chances.”

Together, you walked to the training grounds where Sasuke and his teammates had gone to. The walk was quiet but comfortable, though Itachi’s nerves were still present. You tried to reassure him during your walk, but it proved to be useless once it was clear that Itachi was not looking for your advice.

“There is nothing you can say that will subdue my unease,” Itachi muttered, “it’s best to leave it alone right now.”

When you finally arrived at the training grounds, Sasuke and his teammates were sitting in the grass together.

“Maaaaan!” Naruto groaned, leaning back into the grass, “Kakashi-sensei is so lame, making us wait here all day for him!”

“You’re lame, loser,” Sasuke mumbled, using a stick to mindlessly drag along the grass in boredom. Naruto huffed in response at the childish insult, but didn’t respond.

The three chattered about school for almost twenty minutes until their sensei had finally arrived to the training grounds.

“Sorry guys, a black cat crossed my path-”

“So you had to go the long way,” the three children chimed in, a sure sign that Kakasshi’s excuse was long worn out. He smiled sheepishly and shoved his book into a pocket, making sure to bookmark the page first. Despite the long wait, Sakura had a soft smile on her face and Naruto was giggling at the absurdity.

“Now then, should we get started?” Kakashi asked, which made all three students rise to their feet and await instruction.

The training session was focused on building team trust - the copy ninja had his students working together to achieve a goal, however the major handicap was Naruto needing to listen to his teammates and Sasuke needing to cooperate with Naruto. There was plenty of fighting, but they eventually reached their goal. Sasuke got to practice a few of his jutsu during the training session as well, which caused Itachi to let out a chuckle of satisfaction at the sight of his younger brother being a talented ninja.

“He’s acquired quite the set of skills,” Itachi commented under his breath, “it’s impressive.”

You smiled. “I told you,” you said, “he’s a gifted kid.” Itachi, for what seemed like the first time in his life, smiled. It was small and soft, but it was definitely there - his lip curled upward and twitched a little at the unfamiliarity of the muscle being used, but it was certainly recognizable as a smile. It filled you with a feeling of felicity.

When training was finally over, you and Itachi trailed Sasuke back to where he was living. Upon first glance, you thought Sasuke had been living in the Uchiha property alone all this time. He entered through the main gates, but instantly turned right and walked down a small path that lead to a small shed in the back of the property. As you slowly trailed the boy, you peered into the windows of the buildings surrounding and found that they were either boarded up or riddled with crime-scene tape. As you walked past a window, you were met with what appeared to be a black reflection. However, you quickly recognized it instead as a swarm of flies covering the panes. You shuddered and directed your attention elsewhere.

Itachi was noticeably tense, presumably reliving that one night all over again, and he remained completely silent as the two of you walked. Sasuke was just barely in the distance, but he was close enough to just barely be seen. The growing darkness assisted in hiding your figures from Sasuke, so you grew less concerned with staying hidden.

Once Sasuke had disappeared inside his shed, you and Itachi stepped behind a building to quietly discuss the plan you had come up with that morning.

“Okay,” you smiled at him reassuringly, “you’re just going to go up there, knock on the door, and talk to him.”

Itachi nodded, remaining quiet.

“And if he gets violent or starts acting like he’s going to do something irrational, you get out of there immediately, right?” You nudged him to make sure he was paying attention.

“Yes,” Itachi spoke, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth was.

You watched the man walk across the gravel and knock gently on the door before taking a step back. Almost thirty seconds later, the door opened and you watched the look of pure confusion on Sasuke’s face change into horror the moment Itachi opened his mouth.

“It’s you,” Sasuke spat, “I hoped that you’d be dead by now.”

Itachi was about to speak, but Sasuke was quick to cut him off.

“Nevermind that, I’ll be the one to do it then!” Sasuke yelled, dashing toward Itachi with a spark of lightning in his palm. Itachi was far too quick, though, and easily dodged the attack - Sasuke went flying past him and almost into the garden wall.

“I came here to talk,” Itachi said, watching Sasuke stumble back to his feet. “I do not wish to fight you.”

“Really?!” Sasuke spat, “you told me you only let me live so I could be the one to kill you!” He shifted positions and pulled out a kunai. “You held me at knifepoint, Itachi, and said I was too pathetic to kill!”

He dashed toward your partner again, and Itachi reached a hand out to stop Sasuke. The force of his brothers actions were enough to send Sasuke flying into Itachi’s body before he quickly jumped back.

“You’re the pathetic one, Itachi,” he raged, “you’re too much of a coward to even fight me!”

Itachi nodded. “You’re right, Sasuke.”

His breath caught in his throat upon hearing the words, but his position did not falter. “Are you really that craven?” he taunted, beckoning Itachi forward with the kunai.

“I wanted to apologize,” Itachi stated. Sasuke scoffed.

“For killing our clan?” Sasuke tightened his grip on the blade. “You’re long past forgiveness for that, brother.”

“No,” Itachi stepped forward, “for accepting the mission.”

Sasuke’s brow furrowed. “What the hell do you mean?” he asked. He held his grip.

“Our clan was planning a coup,” Itachi explained, “and intended to overthrow the Hokage. I was given direct orders to eliminate all the participants.”

Sasuke scoffed. “However,” he muttered, “I could not bring myself to eliminate you.”

“I was too pathetic to kill, right?” Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “I was too pitiful. Say it, Itachi!”

Sasuke took a few steps toward Itachi and pressed the blade to his older brother’s neck, indenting the skin just enough for it to be truly threatening. He locked eyes with his opponent. “I want to hear you say it.”

“You were too precious, Sasuke,” Itachi said, which caused Sasuke to stumble backward in surprise. “I loved you too much to hurt you, and every day I regret what I did.”

Sasuke shook his head. From where you were standing and watching everything going down, it seemed as though tears were beginning to form in his eyes. You found yourself thinking about all the years Sasuke spent alone because of Itachi, and your empathy only grew stronger for the boy.

“You told me I was pathetic,” Sasuke said, perplexed. His brother nodded slowly.

“I had to give you a reason to live after what I had done.”

Sasuke shook his head again, refusing to believe his brother. “I have spent my whole life waiting for the day that I could kill you,” he spat, “and you’re here telling me it was all for nothing?!”

“I’d be honored if you were the one to kill me,” Itachi whispered.

“Every day, my dear brother, I regret what I did. There is not a moment that goes by where I am not in an unwavering state of lament because of my actions. I left you alive because I could not bring myself to hurt you. I love you more than anything, Sasuke, and it’s the reason that I stand before you today.”

Sasuke growled, seemingly unaffected by the words Itachi just spoke. “You’re a monster,” he hissed, “you deserve to spend every second of your life in despair for what you did!”

A kunai was thrown swiftly from Sasuke, which struck the door where Itachi was standing. With a quick lean to the left, the kunai went right past him and into the wooden frame. Sasuke let out a groan of frustration.

“I hate you,” he condemned, “and I want nothing to do with you!”

“I do not need you to love me, dear Sasuke,” Itachi expressed, “I just need you to know the truth.”

Itachi revealed a scroll beneath his cloak. It was something that you’d never seen before, which caused you to wonder exactly how long Itachi had been planning this trip to see Sasuke. He set the scroll on the ground and rolled it across the pavement.

“This scroll contains the mission briefings and all the paperwork associated with it. You will see Danzo’s signature on every single one of those papers, along with exactly what I was ordered to do.”

Sasuke peered down at the scroll and, after a moment of consideration, picked it up. His hands traced the words written on the seal. Itachi produced another scroll, smaller this time.

“This scroll is a communication scroll.” Itachi rolled it across the ground. “This one is connected to another I have in my possession. Whatever you write on the scroll will appear on mine, and the same for my writing.”

Sasuke picked up the second scroll and opened it and found a large sheet of what appeared to be simple parchment. A seal was drawn across the top.

“I left you for so long because I believed you were not strong enough to understand the information contained in that scroll,” Itachi stated. “However, a dear friend of mine told me all about your talent. I’ve been told that you’re the best in your class and that you’ve mastered some impressive jutsu already, Sasuke.”

A shade of pink rose to Sasuke’s face. “So what?” He huffed.

“I am proud of you,” Itachi smiled. “You’ve turned into a fine young man, and I couldn’t be any more delighted to hear how amazing you’ve become.”

Itachi’s eyes glanced over to you, and he gave you a look before quickly signing a few hand formations and disappearing into a cloud of smoke.

“I truly wish to be your brother again, Sasuke,” Itachi had said just a second before disappearing, and Sasuke’s face formed a look of sorrow. A single tear had slid down his face after his brother had disappeared, and you waited until he went inside to move.

When you returned to the hotel, you found Itachi sitting on the bed and peering outside the window. You greeted him quietly, and he nodded his head at you in response.

“That went as well as it could have,” you stated. He nodded.

“I believe that, in due time, Sasuke will open that scroll and finally understand.”

You smiled at Itachi and sat down next to him, leaning your own head on his shoulder. “I think Sasuke is lucky to have you as a brother, minus the killing your family part.”

Itachi actually chuckled lightly at your remark despite the untoward joke.

“I can only hope that a day will come where Sasuke himself could think that, Y/N.”

#itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha x reader #one shot #itachi uchiha one shot #itachi uchiha fanfiction #naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto one shot #naruto x reader #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki #naruto shippuden #shippuden fanfiction #sasuke uchiha #my angel #hurt/comfort #canon typical violence #eyeles writing

[animangaandchillsblog]

POSTING TIMELESS LYRICS HERE BECAUSE MINAKUSHI ARE SO TIMELESS CODED!

"On a crowded street in 1944

And you were headed off to fight in the war

You still would've been mine

We would have been timeless

I would've read your love letters every single night

And prayed to God you'd be comin' home all right

And you would've been fine

We would have been timeless

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine

We would've been timeless"

The kinda love that you only find once in a lifetime

The kind you don't put down

"In another life, you still would've turn my head, even when we met"

"Story of a romance torn apart by fate"

#minakushi #timeless #naruto #naruto one shot #minato namizake #kushina uzumaki #taylor swift #speak now #parallelism between timeless and minakushi #I MISS KISHIMOTO

[eyeles-alt]

Bullets Are Meaningless || AroAce!Itachi Uchiha x Reader

⭐︎ Word Count: 2826 ⭐︎

⭐︎ Warnings: Canon-typical violence, blood, emotional intimacy (ew!) ⭐︎

⭐︎ Description: After a particularly nasty battle, you and your badly injured teammates head to a shitty hotel to rest. You try not to let your best friend bleed to death. Emotional intimacy ensues. ⭐︎

note: this is an aroace hc, meaning theres no romantic or sexual interest in this one shot. Just how I like it! Also, this story has nothing to do with sasuke at all, but I just wanna say again: Itachi/Sasuke shippers (and any incest shippers at all) are gross and shouldn’t be allowed near other people. I hope yall enjoy, the storys under the cut ofc!! <3

The hotel room was, to say the very least, a fucking nightmare of a room. The yellow wallpaper was peeling at the baseboards, molded with years of water-stained weathering. An ambiguous bug was spotted upon entering the room, skittering off into a crack in the corner of the wall. The two beds present were covered in a stiff, yellowed comforter and pillows that look like they’d never been washed. Along with the stench of mold, there was a lingering scent of bodily fluids and rotting wood. All-in-all, it was one of the worst rooms that you had stepped into.

It was, however, what the three of you could afford for the weekend. You only had to stay there for two nights, thank god, but you and your team were in desperate need of a room after a mission that hadn’t gone as planned. You, Itachi, and Kisame stumbled into the nearest motel the moment that your battle was over - with bloodstained cloaks and a sense of urgency, you had slapped the money on the counter and demanded whatever room was available. The man at the front desk saw the state of your companions, who were somehow still capable of standing, and gave you the room they wouldn’t mind legally having to shut down after your stay. He gave you the key and with the fakest smile you’d ever seen, told you to have an amazing night.

That was simply not happening, though, because your partners were currently bleeding out on the beds.

Kisame would be fine, for the most part, because of his ability to absorb chakra through Samehada. Itachi was who you had to worry about right now - even though you knew he was far too strong to die from this battle, you couldn’t help but worry for the man that you considered to be one of the most important people in your life. He leaned on your shoulder as you walked down the hall and pretended not to notice the trail of blood that was dripping from his leg, creating a long trail down the decrepit hallway. When you unlocked the door initially, he did his best to stumble on his own into the room. Upon almost collapsing the moment he let go of your arm, he reattached himself and let you gently lead him to the closest bed. Kisame was in a bit better shape, but was still very close to keeling over and vomiting out everything inside him. Luckily, you escaped the battle mostly unscathed after Itachi had taken it upon himself to fight on your behalf.

“Here,” you said just barely above a whisper as you laid Itachi down, “just lay here. I’ll do my best to help.”

His eyes were mostly shut, but you could see the faintest bit of recognition behind the sharingan eyes. His face remained expressionless as always, but his telling lip twitch showed that he was suppressing a smile. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“I should be alright soon,” Kisame said as he collapsed onto the bed. He had shed his cloak completely and left it laying on the dirt-laden carpet.

“Kisame,” you turned to him. “I need to see your wounds.”

The man nodded and pulled up his shirt - a deep wound through his abdomen told you that he would most certainly need stitches and real medical assistance. You were anything but a medical ninja, but you had the smallest bit of experience in medical ninjutsu. You placed your hands over his wound and tried as hard as you could to focus your chakra into your palms, praying silently that your body would remember how to do the healing for Kisame.

After a minute, you saw the chakra begin to flow into Kisame’s body. He smiled weakly as he relaxed his head onto the pillow. “That’s already feeling quite a bit better, Y/N. I appreciate your assistance.”

You smiled lightly, trying to not break your focus. Your mind kept going back to Itachi, though, and you couldn’t help yourself from glancing back. His eyes were completely shut now, and worry started to fill your chest. “Itachi?” you called weakly, voice faltering, but he opened his eyes in response. Kisame must have seen the worry in your face, because he gently pushed your hands off of him. “Go help Itachi,” he said, “he seems to need it more than me.”

With a nod, you moved to Itachi’s bed. Very carefully, you pulled off the cloak and searched his body for the biggest wound. You lifted his shirt as you mumbled an apology to him, only to gasp when you found a deep wound in the center of his stomach that was actively bleeding.

Instantly, you placed your palms over the wound and focused all of your energy into healing him. “I’m not a medical ninja,” you whispered shakily, “I don’t know if I’m any good at this.”

You sat in silence with Itachi and Kisame for the next twenty minutes, only breaking the silence to tell the two that the wound in Itachi’s stomach was slowly starting to heal. You’d managed to stop the bleeding for now, but it was clear that Itachi would need the help of someone who actually knew how to heal.

“We need to get back to the base,” you said, “I won’t be able to do much here.”

“We can’t leave until all of us are capable of travel,” Itachi said weakly. He was clearly in pain, but his voice didn’t show it. You sighed.

“If we’re planning on staying here for longer than tonight, I’ll need to head out to get some supplies. I don’t have enough to heal the both of you.”

Kisame sat up slowly, grimacing at the pain on his abdomen, and shifted his body to sit at the edge of the bed. “I can try to heal Itachi while you go out.” You furrowed your brow in response, and he opened his mouth to elaborate. “I may not have any medical training, but I can at least keep the wound from bleeding temporarily until you get back. It’s better than nothing.”

You tried to protest, but Itachi was quick to cut you off. “He’s right, Y/N. Please, go get what you need.”

There was a moment of silence while you looked into his eyes, desperate to see something more than the usual emptiness. You took the sight of him in, seeing his hand loosely clutching his shirt and keeping it held up for you. Dried blood was covering both his body and the bed - you’d later curse to yourself at the amount of blood Itachi had lost in total. It was nearly fatal.

The moment Kisame had began putting chakra into Itachi’s body, you set off to get medical supplies for the two. The door shut with a slam as you raced out. After a few minutes of silence, Kisame was the first to speak.

“You need to tell Y/N,” he said. Itachi closed his eyes in response. He knew exactly what Kisame was referring to, and he hated that he knew. “I believe they have the right to know.”

“I have no intention on telling them anything,” Itachi said. His mind began to race, and Kisame could feel it in the chakra flow.

“Y/N has had a little crush on you for a long while now,” he said as he pushed more chakra into Itachi’s body, “I think it’s only fair for them to know that you don’t share those feelings.”

“It’s not that I don’t reciprocate,” Itachi said with a little more inflection than he wanted to, “it’s that I am completely incapable. Y/N knows that.”

“Does Y/N know that you still want a relationship with them?” Kisame was starting to push buttons, but kept pressing on further. A feeling of embarrassment and anger rose inside of Itachi - he’d never once expressed any intent to have a relationship with someone else, but Kisame somehow saw through his wall of monotonous talks and expressionless stories. He cursed himself for allowing someone to see his true desires.

“Relationships are not realistic, and you know that,” Itachi spat. Kisame laughed lightly before wincing at his own pain, hands faltering for a moment. He recentered his chakra into his hands and focused on controlling the bleeding. Itachi remained expressionless as always despite the very clear pain coursing through his body right now - all he was thinking about was you.

He was thinking about the moment last week when you had returned from a mission and greeted him with a smile, saying that you missed having tea-time with him. He remembers the feeling of butterflies in his stomach when you had said that, the tugs at his heart sadly reminding Itachi that he could only suppress the outward expression of emotion and not the inside. Itachi remembers the first time you had joined him for tea - it was close to 6 in the morning and you groggily walked into the kitchen, expressing your distaste for being awake so early. He offered to share the last of the tea with you and as you poured it into your own mug, he watched the hair fall from your ear to the front of your face. It blocked your vision partially, and you moved it with a sigh and pushed it back behind your ear. His heart fluttered at the domesticity when you used the last of the tea to refill his mug, not even bothering to ask because you knew he wanted more. He continued to read his book at the table while you laid with your head down, swaying in and out of consciousness whenever you went too long without sipping your tea. He watched you for a few seconds before forcing himself back to the book.

“Y/N does not deserve what a relationship with someone like me would bring.”

Kisame laughed at that, his voice echoing through the room. “From what I know, Y/N has a long history of dating. Being with you would be nothing remarkably dangerous, I assure you.”

Itachi sighed. Kisame watched as his partner stared at the ceiling, then he spoke once more. “Y/N is very strong and capable. They know you are not capable of romance, and I believe the intimacy of having a companion is more than enough.”

Itachi scoffed. “It sounds like you’re speaking with experience.”

Even though he wasn’t looking at him, Itachi could hear the smile in Kisame’s voice. “I may or may not have had a conversation with Y/N about her feelings for you while you were away last night.”

In an attempt to hide his flushing cheeks, Itachi used his free arm to cover his face. “You are meddling too much in our personal lives, Kisame,” he commented with a groan.

Kisame laughed louder this time, and you heard it from the hallway as you shuffled down to the door. “There’s only so much entertainment when you’re traveling constantly!”

You opened the door and frowned at the smell that had instantly greeted you. You walked into the room and shut the door behind you, locking it and rushing to Itachi’s side. “Thank god you’re not dead,” you muttered as Kisame backed off to give you room. “Not that I didn’t trust your skills, Kisame.”

He chuckled. “I appreciate your faith, Y/N.”

You opened the plastic bag you brought back with you and spread all the supplies out on the bed - some bandage wraps, antiseptic wipes, a small stitching kit, and chakra regeneration tablets. It wasn’t very much since you could hardly afford the room as it is, but it was enough to get Itachi stabilized and ready to heal.

With a warm smile, you downed two chakra regeneration tablets and put your hands back over Itachi’s stomach. The bleeding had stopped from Kisame, and the start of cell regeneration was showing. You asked Kisame if he could bandage himself, and he used the next few minutes to wrap both his wounds and the ones that Itachi would later need looked at.

You spent the rest of the night at Itachi’s side, doing nothing more than hovering your hands over his abdomen and making small talk. Kisame was long asleep by the time you started to falter from exhaustion, feeling the chakra tablets slowly lose their power.

“I will be okay, Y/N,” Itachi said lightly, “you can go to sleep now.”

You sighed and shook your head. “I want to do everything I can.”

He placed his hand over yours, shoving it off his abdomen. The wound was beginning to close and had made significant progress toward healing. “You’ve done more than enough for me tonight,” he whispered. You looked into his eyes, seeing the room gently illuminated by both his sharingan and the partially broken table lamp.

“You need to conserve your chakra,” you whispered, “having your Sharingan activated isn’t helping your situation.”

He shrugged weakly, lip twitching. “I want to remember this moment.”

You looked down and saw his hand still over yours, gripping it very gently. Your chakra was still flowing into his body, but at a much slower rate. A flush rose to your cheeks.

“Itachi…” you trailed off, feeling a lump in your throat.

In a moment of bravery, you spoke. “I care about you a lot and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Even Itachi knew what you meant. “I care about you, too,” he said before coughing into his arm, “just in a different way.”

You nodded slowly. “I’m not capable of returning your feelings of romance, Y/N,” he began, but you were quick to cut him off and pull your hand away from his.

“It’s okay, Itachi. I know you’re aromantic, I’ve known for a long time. It’s okay.”

He shook his head. The faintest recognition of a smile drew across his face as he watched the hair tucked behind your ears fall forward, the same exact way it had done all those years ago when you first sat down for tea.

“That does not mean I do not desire to be with you,” he said just barely above a whisper. “You mean a lot to me, more than you could ever understand.”

You met his eyes again and searched his face for any emotion - it was still barren, but you’ve learned how to read him a little bit. His lip was slightly curled upward into the smallest indication of a smile and his eyebrows were a little bit higher than usual. As far as expressions go, Itachi was practically baring his soul to you right now.

“I’ve had a crush on you for ages,” you laughed gently. Your eyes shut for a few seconds and you felt the urge to sleep once again, but you forced yourself to stay awake.

Itachi gently moved over on the bed, keeping his hand on top of yours. “Lay down, Y/N,” he whispered. You obliged. You pushed off the cloak you were still wearing and laid down next to Itachi, feeling your heart contently flutter. He placed his free hand on top of your head, gently caressing your hair. Slowly, he leaned down and kissed your hairline.

“Just sleep,” he said, “we can talk more at a better time.”

You eventually drifted off to sleep next to Itachi with one hand on his stomach. His left hand laid lazily on top of yours, and his other rested loosely around your body. In his moment of vulnerability, Itachi had decided to deal with the embarrassment and confusion when he wasn’t losing a dangerous amount of blood and nearing a coma from internal damage. It was a problem for his future self, he decided.

As he drifted to sleep, he continued to think of you. His lips formed a complete smile for the first time in years when he imagined falling asleep next to you every night for the rest of his life. He wanted to be with you in a way that extended far beyond what a romantic attraction could quantify - he wanted more than a significant other, he wanted a soulmate. He wanted someone to wake up to, to feel connected to no matter the distance, to walk next to silently for miles. Itachi, despite his lack of desire for romance, wanted nothing more to be with you. He loved far beyond what he considered acceptable, and was hesitant to proceed.

The moment that lock of hair had fallen in front of your eyes again, his mind had made the decision. The way his heart pounded in his chest was far too noticeable for him to no longer indulge in his emotions - maybe the lack of blood had been messing with his emotional cognition, but he found it hard to care in the moment. Seeing you there made him want to indulge in love for the first time in decades.

#itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha one shot #one shot #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto one shot #shippuden one shot #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #ficlet #akatsuki one shot #akatsuki imagine #itachi uchiha imagine #akatsuki x reader #eyeles writing

[m-oshun]

new sixfanarts challenge where it takes months to do one drawing then you just give up

#fanart #request and trade #naruto #uchiha itachi #feat glamour shot #wait it's only been one month???? #what is.... time #staring into the distance

[skykashi]

I drew baby Kakashi, Gai and Obito scene from the new Minato one shot XD

Just wanted to have this cute scene in good quality

#kakashi #naruto #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #obito #uchiha obito #obito uchiha #gai #might guy #maito gai #kid kakashi #kid obito #kid gai #minato one shot #naruto redraw #my art #naruto fanart

[madarathediva]

the similarities... !!

#the whole time I was thinking about NARUSASU while reading Minato's back story one-shot #minakushi #narusasu #kushina uzumaki #uchiha sasuke #minato namikaze #uzumaki naruto #naruto #sasuke #minato #kushina #uzumaki kushina #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #namikaze minato #sasunaru #sns #masashi kishimoto #i wanted to write properly and add more panels but im busy have more things to do so leaving this mess here 😭

[aaizawashouta]

Devil in Disguise

pairing: frat!naruto x fem!reader

word count: 3.9k

summary: why hide your demons when all naruto wants to do is play with them? (Modern au)

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) fingering, slight overstimulation, oral (f receiving), p in v, cream pie a fight, slight mention of blood

a/n: happy halloween! This is ALL I’ve been able to think about.

Fraternities are the worst. It’s loud. There’s too many people, and you’re burning up in the white turtleneck bodysuit that Ino and Sakura bullied you into. This party had not been on your list of activities for the day. You went to work, being miserable on your feet for ten hours only to come home smelling like greasy food and french fries to find your roommates ready for an attack. All you wanted to do was sit on the couch in your pajamas watching some stupid ghost hunting show while handing out candy.

But when do you ever get what you want?

Sighing in irritation, you adjust the white wings that rest against your back. The headband holding up the halo above your head was digging into the space behind your ears. You only stop fidgeting with it when Sakura shoots daggers at you. Smoothing down the white sweater, you try your best to get comfortable. But it’s hard when you can’t breathe. The air is thick and hazy despite the back doors being open. The sound of laughter and yelling can be heard over the blaring music. Whoever they put as dj needs to be fired.

“Come on, slowpoke.” Ino threw over her shoulder.

You glare at her back, following the two through the crowd. A sharp glare slicing through the idiot dressed in a toga when he bumps into you. Fuck, parties suck. Sakura forges a path that leads straight to the living room. All the furniture is cleared out except where they’re playing beer pong. You bite back a groan when Kiba spots you. Even from a few feet away you can see his eyes light up.

You raise a hand before he can say anything. “I need a drink.”

He bears his teeth in a sharp grin. “Kitchen is that way, babe.”

“How chivalrous of you,” you mumble.

Of fucking course you’d have to make your way through a crowd of people to get to the kitchen. Heat runs up your neck as irritation settles over you. There’s no subtlety—you’re plowing elbows and knocking drinks out of people’s hands. There’s a multitude of names being tossed at your back, not that you care. An hour, that’s it. One game of pong to appease Kiba and you’re out of here. You came, you saw, you conquered your roommates. Halloween over.

Nothing is ever simple.

The kitchen is almost empty. Gaara and Kankuro stand next to the refreshments. You smile, knowing that they’re on guard. That’s something you actually like about this particular fraternity. They may all be dumb meatheads, but they set clear boundaries. It stems from their president, Naruto, you know. He’s a good guy, can rival the energizer bunny and is pure, honest sunshine. You can see him standing just behind the two brothers. Blue eyes taking in the party around him.

You don’t see him until he’s already on you. Empty solo cup in hand, you turn to run into a firm chest. Your brows furrow, a scowl taking up your face as you peer up that guy blocking you from everyone else. His eyes are glazed, glassy and bloodshot. He’s wearing an easy smile, but you don’t miss the bite to it. He thinks he’s a predator, and he thinks you’re an easy prey. Yeah, fucking right.

“Can I help you?”

“What drink you looking for?”

Your gaze narrows. “Don’t worry about it. I got it.”

“C’mon, sugar. Don’t be like that. L’me get you a drink.” He runs a finger down the side of your face before you’re smacking it away.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

He takes two steps forward, crowding you into the corner. Your eyes flash around him, briefly. Gaara and Kankuro are watching you closely. They know better than to interfere, you know how to handle yourself around drunk idiots who think they can fucking do what they want. When rough, clammy hands wrap around your arm and yank you forward, you almost lose your footing. You would have, if it hadn’t been for the blond stepping in front of you.

Easily Naruto pulls the unwanted grasp off of you, pushing him forward to give you enough room to escape. Your heart thundered in your ears. You stayed right there, right behind your savior.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The blond all but snarls.

“Nothing, man. Just talking to the pretty girl.”

“Just talking, huh? Is that why you felt the need to put your hands on her? Backed her up into a corner after she told you to stop touching her?”

“I—“

He pushes the guy, making him stumble. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

It’s like a scene from a movie, moving in slow motion. You see the drunkard's face turn into pure rage, fist flying towards Naruto. He lands a punch, a solid one. A large gash splitting open on his right cheek. It starts weeping blood as you gasp. The guy swings again, Naruto dodges it, right hand grabbing it, twisting the guy’s arm before sending a first of his own. You hear the telltale crack of fist against bone as the guy falls to the floor.

“Kankuro.” He barks, getting the brunet’s attention. “Drag the fucker outside.” His voice is low and rough, and fuck if it doesn’t scream dangerous. And you’d hate to admit that it does something to you, that low voice and the blood on his knuckles and the way he stands in front of you.

You swallow thickly, watching the creep get literally dragged outside. Your gaze moves slowly from the unconscious man on the floor to the one who’s stood in front of you. His piercing blue gaze burns into you as you lift your hand and wipe away the blood that’s splattered on your cheek. That’s new. His gaze is so earnest, full of concern and slightly ticked off. The indent between his brows gives it away. Without thinking you reach out and rub it away.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugs. “I know. Didn’t feel right just watching, though.”

“I’m a big girl. I could’ve handled it.”

His eyes take you in from your head to your toes. You’re more covered than most of the girls here. With the way he’s looking at you, you feel damn near naked. “Oh, I know.” He stares a moment more, hands flexing at his side like he still wants to hit the bastard.

“You going to clean that?”

“I’m alright.”

You only hum. “Come on.”

You grab the unclenched hand and pull him along behind you. He’s letting you lead him up the stairs with certainty that you know which room is his. You only know Kiba’s and that’s because you’re here tutoring him three times a week. A small tug gets you moving, Naruto now in the lead. It’s only now that you take notice of his costume, causing you to snort. His blonde hair is down, shaggy, missing its signature bandana. A brown fur piece is wrapped over one shoulder and pinned at his waist. Fucking George of the Jungle saved you in the kitchen.

Naruto leads you down the hallway, second door on the left. You watch as he pulls out a set of keys from a hidden pocket. His mouth twitches when he hears you huff out a laugh. You don't have much time to look around his room as he leads you into the connected bathroom, but the one thing you can't miss are the stacks of comic books on every open surface — his nightstand, his desk, the dresser, the floor near his open closet. You’re tempted to slow down and inspect them, to see what kind of comics Naruto Uzumaki spends his time reading, but when you look up to see him narrowing his eyes as if he's genuinely light-headed, you forget all about the books and follow him into the bathroom.

It's cleaner than you expect for a college guy, and when you close the toilet seat cover and point for him to take a seat, he doesn't argue. You drop down to your knees and open the cabinet under the sink. The peroxide and gauze pads are sitting in a basket full of first aid supplies at the very front. You grab everything you need before standing back up and organizing them on the counter beside the toilet.

"So," he says, wiping his palms on his jeans as you wash my hands. "Is it everyday that you play nurse?"

You bite back a smile as you dry your hands with a towel and turn to him. "No, not normally. I’m not usually caught as a damsel in distress." You tease, picking up a gauze pad and dousing it with peroxide.

He watches you turn toward him, and he opens his legs even more, inviting you to step up between them to get closer. You hesitate before taking a step forward, leaving a harmless amount of space between your bodies as you start to clean his face. When you realize that your arms aren't long enough to clean his wound properly from this far away, you huff, fighting the urge to roll your eyes before you take another step forward until you're positioned between his open legs. He keeps his hands on his thighs and tilts his head back to give you better access, but you don't miss the near smile on his lips.

"Fuck." He jolts back when you press the peroxide-soaked gauze to his gash.

"I'm sorry." You wince. "I'll be gentle. I'm really sorry. I just — I have to clean it."

His eyes are still screwed shut in pain, his jaw tensing as he inhales slowly. It must be deeper than it looks. You can practically feel the pain radiating from him as he takes a deep breath through his nose.

"What, uh," you speak quickly, trying to distract him. "What did— what did you mean earlier when you said ‘I know’."

His jaw tenses again, but he opens his eyes and looks up at you for a long moment before he sighs. His gaze flicks down to the gauze in your hand before closing his eyes again, as if he's preparing himself for the pain, and then he leans forward and nods for you to continue.

"Well," he says, taking the time to think about his words. His voice is deep and throaty, and you have to keep yourself focused so you don't spiral and think about all the different ways he could use his voice. Like moaning your name. Your thighs slightly rub together at the thought alone.

"Mhm," you encourage, brushing the gauze across his cheek, cleaning away the blood from everywhere but the actual wound, too nervous to hurt him again.

"Just that," he states, only this time the tension in his voice is gone. "I see you. I see you, angel." His lips quirk up, and you can see the edge of his gash open a little more when his cheek twitches. “That costume ain’t fooling anybody.”

Most of the bleeding has slowed, and you bring your hand up and place it on his cheek, rubbing your thumb lightly to relax the muscle there so he won't open his wound any further. When you glance away from the bloody injury to his ocean eyes, you finally register what it is he said.

Your face shifts. Brows furrowing, nose scrunched up in annoyance. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You’re trying to focus on cleaning the blood around the gash without hurting him, but honestly, it's hard when your temper is starting to flare.

"Yeah, there you are," Naruto laughs, his brows raise slightly, but you ignore him as you toss the blood-soaked pad into the trash and grab a new one. "You’re not fooling anyone, are you baby?"

You sigh, holding the pad tightly in your grasp. Even with him sitting on the toilet seat he’s still a head taller than you. Looking down, you grimace when you see your outfit. You blend in more now that you did when you first got here. A final girl, moment. That drunken idiot had spit out blood and it got all over you. So much for being an angel in white.

“I can fix that, if you want.” Your eyes flash to his, but his gaze is lingering on the white bodysuit.

“I’m not done.”

“It’ll heal.”

He’s up and out of the bathroom before you could blink. You follow behind him, eyes darting around his room, but they keep coming back to watch as his muscles move and ripple with every step he takes. God, this cannot be happening to you. Not a frat bro. Not the fucking president of the stupid fraternity. What the hell is wrong with you? But it’s too late. Much too late. Because this idiot, this sunshine personified, he already fucking owns you—and he knows it. A lump forms in your throat, your body plopping itself on the edge of his bed, fingers toying with the edge of the black comforter.

“Here.” You jump at the sound of his voice, making a blond eyebrow raise.

“Thanks.”

He watches you fiddle with the shirt he handed over. It’ll swallow you whole. A dress in its own right. A hand wraps lightly around your throat, Naruto grins at the sparkle in your eye. His voice drops lower, making heat throb in between your legs. “Kinda pointless to put my shirt on when I’m going to have you naked spread out on my bed, huh angel?”

“Yeah, probably. Kinda was thinking I wanted to ride your face first, though.”

“God dammit, angel. You can’t just say things like that.”

“Come on, Naru,” you whisper, standing up to bring your face closer to his. “Bet you can make me cry with your tongue.”

“Fuck,” he mutters.

There is no preamble. There are no sweet nothings. Your skirt is yanked off, hot kisses pressed to the inside of your thighs. Moans are pulled roughly from you when he begins to suck, leaving his mark on you. Your knees rest on either side of his head. Clothed center rutting up trying to find friction. You ache, you burn. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“This won’t be sweet,” Naruto breathes against your core, hands gripping you to hold your legs wide open, you hear the flick of his pocket knife, the one you know resides on his night stand, and fuck, you know what he’s about to do. You aren’t even angry that he’s going to destroy your clothes. Whatever gets you out of this stupid costume. “This won’t be gentle.”

The blade cuts through the fabric and you whimper.

“I know, Natu. I don’t want it gentle.”

“Think you can handle it?”

You pull his blond locks, making him groan. “Yeah, baby. I’m certain I can.”

His fingers dig into your thighs before trailing towards your core. He groans, feeling how slick you are. Curses fall from his lips, his finger running up and down your seam. Back and forth, back and forth before he shoves a finger inside you. It’s not enough. You want so much more. Need it. Your Naruto, your boyish, chaotic and mean sunshine boy knows exactly what you need. Pulling his finger out only to shove three in, you keen, hands running up his neck and into hair. Your hips are moving on their own, fucking yourself on his hand. He curves his fingers, reaching up in a ‘come here’ motion, and your thighs begin to shake. Speeding up his hand even more, Naruto starts to flick his tongue over the sensitive nub. His grasp on your thighs holds you down so you’d stop running away from him. His grip is so tight you know you’ll have bruises later. He can feel you quivering, you’re so close, but he isn’t quite done with you yet.

Pulling his hand out of you, he immediately smacks your pussy. Your hips rut up trying to chase the pleasure. He smacks it again before rubbing at your clit. You’re almost screaming from the pleasure. Hands knotted in the sheets, hips canting in the air.

“You’re sensitive tonight,”

You glare at him. “‘I wonder why.”

He laughs. “This is my fault?”

“Yeah, Naruto. It was your damn idea! A celibate angel. What a joke.”

You see the flash of his smile before his lips are crashing against yours. He’s ripping off his costume, throwing it behind him as he springs himself free. Your breath catches as you stare down at him. He’s leaking, hard, and throbbing. You pull yourself up onto your elbows as head tilting to look at him. His pupils are blown, black encompassed by a tight blue ring. It’s hot in the room, sweat slicking up every inch of available skin. You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his skin and he shivers.

“Nah, all I got is a horny goddamn brat.” He says with a sharp grin.

“Watch it.”

“That’s not how we get what we want is it?” His voice is thick with want, but you can hear the underlying tone.

Pushing yourself up, you're quick to flip your positions. You hover over him, slowly running your soaked folds across him. He hisses at the feeling, sharp eyes glued to where you’re teasing him.

“If you wanted someone compliant, you came barking up the wrong tree.”

Slowly you sink down onto him. He’s almost too big. The head of his cock snags at your entrance, forcing you to start over. You breathe in nice and slow, working yourself slowly until you’re at the hilt.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses with a sharp buck, you had given him permission and he’s taking it, demanding more–needing more the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

“Naruto,” you whine, forehead resting against his.

He nods. He knows. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, hands tugging at his hair, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. His thrusts are slow, building a slow burn inside of you. Your toes curl because it’s just the beginning. You draw back, hips moving in a smooth tempo. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself breathe, relax, and suck him in deeper. You’re almost where he wants you. He meets your gaze and his eyes hold something akin to mischief. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts up a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“Eyes on me,” You whimper and lift your head. “There you are, my pretty girl.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you circle your hips and ride him nice and slow. You’re waiting for him to break. Any minute now. You go from circling your hips to lifting yourself up and down. He muffles out curses, hands gripping your hips to help you set a pace. It’s not a nice one. You flex your cunt, lower muscles bearing down as you grip him. He groans, the sound booming in the tight small space.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Naruto, fuck,”

“What do you need, angel?”

“Fuck me,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Please, baby, please. I need it, need you.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “Stay with me. Ready?”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. Your knuckles turn white with each rough, hard thrust. He slides a hand up your stomach, between your breasts so his hand can wrap itself around your throat. He loves to watch you come undone around him, and he’ll never let you forget it either. Your cheeks are flushed, pupils blown with lust, and lips parted as each of your clipped breaths turn into whimpers. He’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you to the brim, cock dragging against your falls. You love every minute of it.

He hasn’t started yet. Not really, but your orgasm takes you by surprise. The course graze of his hairs against your clit. You lurch against him as a whimper escapes. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“I love the way you feel when you’re coming on my cock.”

You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. You feel him firmly plant his feet, delivering a sharper thrust that has your head hitting the headboard. He mumbles a shitty apology (clearly not sorry at all) but his grasp on your waist is unforgivable. You’re bouncing on his cock now, meeting his every thrust. He’s deep, so deep you’re surprised you can’t taste him. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“You gonna come for me again, angel?”

Naruto knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. He loves when you get like this, even better when you ask for it. You shift, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re swollen and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips, breathless–he’s your only savior.

It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Naruto is right there. He holds you into place, stubble grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. Shuddering he falls back against the bed, gasping for air.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You fall forward, hugging him tightly to you. You hadn’t realized how much you’ve been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.

“Keep me in there,” he reminds you.

“Mhm.” You hum, scratching his head with your nails. “Missed you.”

“I’m right here, angel.”

“I know, still. You haven’t been inside me in almost a month.” You lightly run a finger over his brow making sure not to touch the gash along his cheek.

“Apart from my birthday.” His words make you grin. “You’re right though, it’s been a shitty month.”

You laugh, lifting your head to kiss him. Both of you jump when someone bangs against the door of his room. You press yourself tighter against Naruto.

“If you guys are done fucking, I’d like to win a game of beer pong.”

Your eyes widen. Kiba. Naruto laughs and pulls his shirt down over your head. You adjust yourself the best you can, watching Naruto as he stands to put his costume back on. He looks back at you, sunshine pouring out of his smile.

“What am I supposed to tell people I’m dressed as now?” You ask, wrapping your arms around him.

“Mine, angel. You’re a mean, nasty brat and you’re mine.”

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Characters: Shikamaru Nara x Fem! Reader

Mentions: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader, Temari 

a/n: Shikamaru brain rot lives on ✨ I can’t get this man out of my head 🥵

TW: Smut (Unprotected sex, Dom! Shika, Choking, Face sitting); All characters are 18+, Jealous/Possessive Shikamaru, Angst, Intoxication, Smoking, Toxic Relationships, Slight bratty! fem reader.

Word Count: 4.2k

2 Months Prior:

“What the fuck was that?!” Shikamaru roared, pointing his thumb in the direction of the door behind him. Your blood boiled being cornered in a bedroom with your ex-boyfriend but something about seeing him so worked up and angry turned you on after so much time apart. 

“Hm. Never took you as the jealous type, Shikamaru.” You smirked, batting your lashes up at the handsome man whose body stood menacingly over you.

You knew Shikamaru was clearly drunk and in his feelings when he staggered into the empty bedroom ahead of you - his hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, ready to confront you after a night of watching you shove your tongue down Naruto’s throat for the sake of a party game. This envious side wasn’t something you weren’t used to seeing in the man who was always so confident & collected.

Unfortunately, you both were extremely petty - so when he walked into the kickback with Temari hanging all over him, you decided to retaliate by giving him a little show of your own during Truth or Dare.

“Excuse me?” Shika’s dark eyes bore a hole into your own as he focused on you with spine-tingling intensity. 

“You heard me. You can’t stand the fact that I made out with Naruto in front of you.” You retorted, hostility spilling from your lips. You were purposely trying to get a rise out of Shikamaru to coax him into fucking you silly, just one more time.

“Pft. That was practically foreplay. Real classy, Y/N.” Shikamaru grumbled and scowled; his brows furrowed together.

“You think I give a fuck about being “classy?” Get real. I do what I want, when I want.” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest. 

Let’s face it. After downing 5 shots, you were unbelievably horny and you knew just how to egg him on - I mean, he was your ex after all. Despite the fact that Naruto was a great guy, you wanted Shikamaru to be the one to angrily fuck you into the mattress before you both went back to your mundane lives, being broken up and acting as if you two never knew each other until this screwed up, chaotic cycle of ‘fight, ignore, fuck’ - repeat itself.

“-But what about you and Temari? She was practically cockwarming you all night.” You rolled your eyes as you shoved your index finger down your throat, making a fake but audible gagging noise. 

You stared at Shikamaru’s chest, watching it rapidly rise and fall. He wasn't a man who was often easily worked up but with lingering feelings and alcohol coursing through his veins - your little stunt alone was enough to piss him off.  

“Your point?” Shika shoved his hand in his sweatpants, pulling out his vape and taking a long drag from it, with a now deadpan expression on his face - not giving you the satisfaction of letting you know that you’d gotten under his skin. 

You sighed, clearly annoyed. “My point is to worry about your own sex life. We aren’t together anymore so don’t confront me on who I decide to sleep with.” 

Shikamaru raised a brow, hands now casually resting inside his pockets. “Oh, so you are fucking him.” The words bitterly spilled from his lips. 

“Maybe.” you spat back. “I’m being safe and that’s all you need to know. Next topic.”

(You 100% were not fucking Naruto but you loved to see Shikamaru squirm)

Shikamaru’s eyes flared and immediately dropped to the floor - caught off guard, not expecting to hear you respond with such confidence. The male bravado that seeped from his pores had instantaneously diminished by your insinuation that you were indeed being intimate with Naruto outside of just a silly party game. However, for a split second you felt sorry for him. Perhaps rubbing such a lie in his face was…cruel? You momentarily observed the man who once held your heart, trying to read his emotions as he had become unusually quiet. 

Shikamaru eventually pulled himself from the depths of his thoughts, shooting you a completely different look than before. His eyes were glossed over from the alcohol he had consumed throughout the night and his signature smirk crept across his lips as he took a step closer to you. 

“You know I can fuck you better than he ever could.” He growled, slowly walking towards you sending shivers down your spine. 

“Prove it.” You taunted, licking your cherry lip gloss covered lips. The exact one that always had Shikamaru going crazy.  

>>>

Present Day:

“We can’t keep doing this…” You raked your fingers through his long jet black hair, sudsing his scalp with your favorite tea tree & mint shampoo as the scorching hot water trickled down your backside. 

“Doing what, exactly?” Shikamaru’s brown eyes peered up through his dewy lashes, shooting you a cheeky smirk as he leaned his head forward allowing you better access to his midnight locks; his thin silver chain dangling ever so slightly in front of his neck.

“Don’t be a smartass. This. Whatever this is.” 

Shikamaru let out a small chuckle as you turned around to grab the shower head preparing to rinse the white foam out of his hair - your plump ass brushing against his already semi hard dick, immediately causing it to stand at attention.

“You’re going to kill my boner with all your worrying. Chill out.” Shikamaru wrung out his soaking wet hair after ensuring there was no more shampoo residue, finger motioning for you to turn around - giving him easier access to squirt the clear liquid on top of your head.

You smacked your lips in response, annoyed at Shikamaru’s ability to be unbothered by almost anything. 

“Exes are exes for a reason, right?” You sighed, letting your eyes gently close and rest as you let Shika’s fingers massage the soap into your hair. 

“Is that why you keep asking me to come spend the night with you?” He sneered. Sarcasm dripped from his lips. His dick jumped as your backside pressed firmly into him - a feeling he’d never grow tired of. 

Shikamaru had this unbelievable magnetic pull on you. A stronghold on your life that may never break. A soul tie, if you will. Every time your head said “no”, your heart caved and said “yes” and you were drowning in your mixed emotions. One minute you were done with all the back and forth bullshit and the next, you were texting your ex to come over at 2am. 

Shikamaru taught you how to live in the moment. He saw you when you thought no one did and you would forever appreciate him for that but when things were bad they were REALLY bad. Small bickering and petty comments turned into heated fights & an eventual lack of trust. Insecurity issues that you never worked through caused you to do sneaky things like snoop through Shika’s phone on nights he'd sleep early. Your love that was supposed to be your fairytale ending turned toxic & sour with the blink of an eye. 

You went on date after date following your breakup with Shika but despite the events leading up to your split, still - no one ever compared to the way he made you feel. It was high highs and low lows. It was exciting in all the wrong ways. The adrenaline rush that pumped through your veins when you finally broke his calm demeanor causing him to get in your face and snap - completely losing his shit as he felt you were testing him on purpose. He’d call you a troublesome woman and then drill you into the mattress like his personal fuck-toy. Truthfully, you became obsessed with the chaos. 

Regardless, you felt as though Shikamaru was still your person but when you found out Naruto had a crush on you, you were willing to open your heart to him in ways you hadn’t in a long time. After the naughty display the two of you put on at the kickback in front of all your friends during the heated game of Truth or Dare, Naruto had confessed he’d been secretly crushing from afar and that he wanted to get to know you better. You knew that the Uzumaki had a great heart and pure intentions so you agreed to go on a couple dates with the blonde but emphasized your desire to take the emotional intimacy side of things slow.

Although you weren't in a committed relationship, your conscience would still gnaw at you. You couldn’t help but worry that someone would get hurt and that was the last thing you wanted but Shikamaru was like an addiction you couldn’t overcome. A drug you couldn’t wean yourself off of and technically, you and Naruto weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. 

“Sometimes…I wish that I had the strength to stay away from you.” You stepped forward, squeezing your eyes shut, letting the warm water wash over your hair and face - the clean, minty aroma filling the shower.

Shikamaru grabbed a handful of your hair and placed it to one side of your shoulder, revealing your bare neck and began planting soft kisses. His warm breath on your skin covered your body in goosebumps despite being in the confines of the steamy glass box.

“I can’t say that I haven’t missed burying my cock inside your pretty little cunt after all this time.” Shikamaru sucked hard on your neck and you were sure it’d leave a bruise. The softest whimper tumbled from your lips as you felt his dick jump once more from the slight friction your backside was rewarding him with. 

You sharply inhaled, rolling your shoulders to shake away from Shikamaru’s grasp as you turned the water off and proceeded to step out of the shower, letting the cold chill of the AC hit your shivering body. 

“So it’s just the sex you miss, huh?” you asked. A mix of a bad attitude and disappointment laced your tone of voice causing Shikamaru to pause abruptly as he followed you out into the cold air that hit his skin, now drying off and wrapping a towel around his waist. 

“Of course not. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Shikamaru rubbed the back of his neck, averting his eyes from your now intense gaze.

“-Because we’re having sex again, right?” you pressed, as you brushed through your hair, being sure to not let any knots set in while your locks air dried. 

“No. You mean a lot to me… But, let’s not do this right now, ok? Feelings are a fucking drag.” Shikamaru grabbed a hair tie putting his signature black locks into a high pony as he watched you slip on black lounge shorts causing him to pause in his tracks once more. 

“Oh, you don’t need those.” He spat back with certainty in his voice before lunging towards you, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder. 

He allowed his towel to drop from his midsection as he trekked from your bathroom to your bedroom, dropping you on the king sized mattress. Shikamaru leaned over you and planted a few sloppy, needy kisses on your lips to which you smiled. 

“We shouldn’t…” You argued, more so trying to convince yourself. 

Your breathing suddenly shallow as Shikamaru feverishly kissed you - both his arms on either side of your body, caging you in. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed the softness of his lips, the warmth of his tongue swirling in your mouth, the rough pads of Shika’s fingertips as he plunged his digits deep inside of your dripping wet heat anywhere and anytime he wanted to feel you squirming around him. 

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave. Otherwise… shut the fuck up and sit on my face.” Shika demanded. 

His eyes grew dark with lust and intent as he watched you finally cave under his menacing stare. You quickly nodded your head and proceeded to untie the shorts you’d just slipped on. 

Shikamaru laid on his back and propped himself up on the mountain of pillows you kept on your bed. His hairy, muscular legs spread open, looking absolutely delicious. That cocky smirk plastered across his face as he reached down to tug at his hard member, stroking himself as he watched you disrobe for him. He beamed to himself at his ability to get you naked and desperate for his cock like a slut, without having to do much at all. 

You crawled onto the bed and settled the heat between your legs right onto Shikamaru’s mouth - your thick thighs resting on either side of Shika’s cheeks, his fingers dancing along the juicy flesh that enveloped his face. In fact, he quite loved being smothered between the squishy, soft skin as he got lost in your naturally intoxicating aroma. Shikamaru licked a stripe along your wet folds before hungrily lapping up your juices, moaning and devouring your pussy like a ravenous beast. His tongue reached deep into every crevice; your fingers clung onto the wooden headboard in front of you for dear life as you grinded and gyrated your hips riding his face, whilst also trying to give Shika as much access to your sensitive nub as possible. 

Shikamaru’s hand continued to fist his oozing cock - pumping furiously, while the other was situated on your hip bone to hold you steady; low grunts now escaping his mouth sending vibrations into your heat so intensely, your toes curled. 

“D- Don’t stop, Shika…” You threw your head back as pleasure surged through your body. You were so close to coming undone and the night had barely begun. 

Shikamaru obliged and latched onto your sensitive clit, sucking and slurping at the bud with much fervor, your juices racing down his stubbly chin. His fingers still pressed into your hip bone - desperate to stabilize you when you’d try running away from the overstimulation. 

“I’m right there! Keep going… please!” You panted and begged as your pussy pulsated around his lips. The familiar build of an orgasm almost crashed into you when suddenly Shikamaru abruptly stopped all movements, yanking you from being sat on top of him. 

“The only way you’re cumming is around my cock, princess.” Shika growled and wrapped his arms around your midsection, throwing you onto the mattress and settled himself on top of you. 

You hated the orgasm denial but loved to be manhandled. You’d never say it to the sly bastard’s face but truthfully, his sexual wish was your command. He was the only man you’d ever been with who’d leave you shaking, convulsing and foaming at the mouth after pulling 5 orgasms out of you in one night. 

You let your legs fall as far apart as they could go, letting Shikamaru have a perfect view of your pretty pussy. 

“I love how fucking wet you get for me.” He purred.

 His lips were puffy & eyes hooded as he looked down on you. He licked his lips tasting every last drop of your glorious juices that coated his mouth. 

Shikamaru gripped his throbbing, hard length and began rubbing the red tip up and down your slick folds to which you whimpered in response. He bit his lip at the sensation of his hypersensitive head and without a second thought, jerked his hips forward, plunging deep inside your gushy cunt with one long stroke. 

You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut at the way Shika’s huge cock suddenly filled you.

“Fuck. That’s my girl. Takin’ it so well.” Shika breathed out as he began stroking, burying himself deep in your gummy walls. You placed your legs on Shikamaru’s shoulders and a slew of curses fell from your lips. The depth of the angle was driving both of you wild. 

Shikamaru continued to fuck himself in you as hard as he could. The sound of sweaty skin slapping together, mixed with melodic groans and pants was all that could be heard. Shika reached forward balancing himself on one arm to grab your chin taunt in his hand -  forcing you to look straight at him as he leaned forward, hitting an even deeper angle than before causing you to yelp. 

“Who else fucks you like this?” Shikamaru barked, demanding an answer as his dilated pupils stared down at you. 

Your eyes wide and glazed over as you could barely form a complete sentence. Meanwhile, Shika was just enjoying the view of his cock disappearing in and out of your needy pussy with every stroke. 

“N-no one.” You replied, meekly. Shikamaru’s head dropped forward and he became more feral, feeling you constrict around his hard cock as you submitted to him.

He asked. You answered.

“Say my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you!” Shikamaru managed between every throaty groan. His hips slammed against the back of your legs. The sensation of his balls slapping your ass was enough to send him to climax but despite his cocky bedroom demeanor, he still wanted to ensure you came first. 

“Shika, this pussy belongs to you!” You cried out. Hearing this was music to Shikamaru’s ears and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he listened to you unravel at his very command.

Shikamaru’s hand flung to your throat, gripping your neck firmly as he continued to fuck into you - his jaw tensed as he concentrated hard to make sure he didn’t cum too soon. You clung onto his broad shoulders leaving red nail marks and clenched  once more around his length. It was evident you were both close as you began moaning Shikamaru’s name over and over. He smirked. This was a tell-tale sign that you were about to cum all over his cock, just the way he liked and Shikamaru was more than eager to see the white creamy ring that’d coat his thick, veiny member. 

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hm?” Shika asked. Sweat racing down his toned back muscles. 

You rapidly shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut once more preparing for the wave of pleasure. 

“Damn, you look so pretty taking my cock, Y/N. Always have.” 

As Shikamaru drilled into you with his hand still gripped around your neck, you saw a flash of white as your mouth fell open letting go a guttural cry and cumming hard around your lover’s throbbing dick - to which he followed closely behind. He loved watching your face contort into the adorable expressions you’d always made. This aided in his rapidly approaching orgasm and he was certain that this meant a job well done. 

“Fuck, I’m close. I’m gonna-!” Shikamaru managed through his moans. 

“In me. Please!” You pleaded, now making direct eye contact with those chocolate irises you loved so much. 

You’d lowered your legs and wrapped them around Shika’s waist, locking ankles, giving your hip bones a rest from the mating press position you’d previously been in. Shikamaru let out one final loud grunt as he painted your walls with his thick, sticky seed. 

>>> 

“I just can’t get enough of you, Y/N.” Shikamaru whispered as he laid next to you in bed lazily twirling his finger around a bit of your hair, the cold sheets icy on both your heat prickled bodies. 

You quite enjoyed a more sensitive Shikamaru especially after a dirty love-making sesh but you knew that this moment was nothing more than a mere facade. A nonsexual intimate moment that was purely fleeting. It wasn't the reality of your relationship and that alone made it hard to bare. 

“You should go.” You said bitterly as you sat up in bed peeling Shikamaru’s t-shirt off your body and throwing it on his lap next to you. 

Shikamaru paused, shocked that you were actually kicking him out. “Is that what you really want?” He sat up in bed next to you, leaning over to gather his clothes from the edge of his bed. 

“I want to end this bullshit cycle! It’s confusing!” You erupted, hands flailing. 

“Here we go. Don’t nag me, woman.” Shikamaru huffed and rolled his eyes in response to your sensitivity about your unique situation, pulling his jeans onto his hips in the process. 

“Why are you so scared to face this head on?” You asked the raven-haired man who was already making his way to your balcony for a cigarette. 

You followed Shikamaru outside who already cupped his hand, lighting the white stick with the fiery ember. Your arms were crossed as you cocked your head to the side waiting for an answer. 

“I’m not scared of anything.” The Nara responded coolly as he inhaled the smoke into his lungs. “It’s simple really.”

“-You’re still in love with me.” He responded with such calmness. So sure of himself, it irritated your soul - partly because you knew he was right. 

Your eyes grew slightly wide and felt your cheeks sear as Shika’s comment had you both flustered and annoyed.

“You’re so obnoxious.” You smirked unamused at Shikamaru’s accusation.

Shika suddenly turned to face you, being sure to blow his cigarette smoke in a different direction. 

“You didn’t deny it.” His brow raised. Annoyingly enough, Shikamaru lowkey got off from the fact that you were still wrapped around his finger. 

“What about you, huh?” You frowned, stepping forward in Shikamaru’s direction, poking a stern finger into his chest. 

“Fuck, Shika. You’re so quick to act like you don’t give a shit about anything but how do I really know you’re 100% over me!?” Your voice now raised and desperately pleading for answers. 

All you’d known for the past few months was ‘fuck, fight, ignore’ repeat with your ex boyfriend and the mixed signals had long become mentally & emotionally draining. 

Shika casually held the cigarette in between two fingers before shoving his free hand into his pant pocket.

“I never said I was.” He said with a shrug and attached the nicotine stick back to his lips. You stood, mouth open in pure disbelief at his response. 

Was it true? Was he still just as hung up on this as me?

Suddenly there was a knock at your apartment door, removing you from your thoughts. You and Shika exchanged confused glances and he pulled out his phone to check the time. 

“10:35pm” he grumbled. “Who could be visiting you at this hour?” He eyed you, annoyance slowly beginning to bubble up inside him. 

You shook your head unsure of who’d randomly pop by your place unannounced at such an hour but you begged Shikamaru to open the door for you, just to be on the safe side. 

You followed close on Shikamaru's heels as he went to open your apartment door to which you were both greeted by a familiar tall blonde. 

You gasped as you and Shikamaru were face to face with your current fling. Naruto appeared at your door holding a gorgeous bouquet of red roses & ramen in a to-go bag. His cheeky grin quickly fell as he examined the scenario he’d just walked into. 

He carefully eyed Shikamaru who was shirtless. His belt dangling around his waist undone and the top button of his jeans not closed yet. His Nike boxer briefs peeking out the top. 

Shikamaru grit his teeth before turning back to you. “Get a load of this guy. I think it’s for you.” He said sternly before quickly buttoning his pants, grabbing his shirt and stepping into his black & white Nike Dunks in the process. 

You were mortified and standing half naked in your apartment with another man. Your ex. There was no denying what Naruto saw and your heart immediately sank when your eyes met Naruto’s empty baby blue ones. 

“Naruto… I can explain.” You whispered, head hung low - too embarrassed to face either man.

“Save it, Y/N.” Naruto grumbled under his breath. “I figured I’d surprise you with a little take out & a movie night but I see you already had other plans.” He continued, frowning in Shikamaru’s direction who’d just taken a hit from his vape, lingering around to watch the drama unfold. 

You ran your fingers through your hair - stressed. You felt as though you’d just been kicked in the gut.

“Shikamaru… you should probably go.” You squeaked out. Your throat was so dry that all your words came out scratchy and hoarse. 

Naruto threw the flowers at your doorstep, barely making eye contact with anyone in the room - a pained expression written across his face. His cheeks bright red from the embarrassment he felt from the awkward rejection. His ego was clearly bruised - and rightfully so. 

“No, I'll go.” He said sourly as he turned on his heels. His messy pile of blonde hair hanging low over his eyes as he headed back down the stairwell of your apartment. 

“I guess I’ll just hit you up later.” Shikamaru said, kissing your forehead and grabbing his jacket.

“-Wait! Actually. Please stay.” You batted your eyes trying to keep the tears that had welled up from falling. 

You felt like an asshole for leading on such a sweet man because you didn’t have the balls to admit that you weren’t over Shikamaru. Naruto didn’t deserve this. No one did. But, the highs, the lows. You loved it. You couldn't get enough. 

“Say less.” He shrugged and cracked a small smile as these words were music to his ears. 

With that, Shika began disrobing once more, making himself comfortable in your bed. The truth is, he didn’t really want to leave to begin with. As nonchalant as Shikamaru acted, he was just as enamored by you as you were him - especially having been his first love, so, no matter what kind of brave front he put up, if you called - he’d come running and vice versa.

After all, he was your safety blanket. Your comfort. The Clyde to your Bonnie.

Your Forbidden Love. 

#shikamaru smut #shikamaru x reader #shikamaru x y/n #naruto one shot #naruto x reader #shikamaru x you #naruto uzumaki x you

[narutogwriting]

Naruto Boys + Making You Cum

Wants to make you cum, does make you cum multiple times, doesn’t stop until you’re squirming with overstimulation around his fingers, tongue, dick whatever gets the job done: Kiba; Rock Lee; Guy; Kankuro

Wants to make you cum, intends to make you cum, gets to turned on, wants to get his dick wet, ends up chasing his own high: Naruto; Choji; Iruka; Gaara

Doesn’t care about making you cum, wants his dick wet, pounds into your cunt so ruthlessly that it makes you spasm and cum around him anyways: Kakashi, Sasuke; Shino

Doesn’t want you to cum, intent on making sure you don’t cum, will purposefully pull out of you when he knows you’re close, will use your mouth and paint your face or mouth with his seed, leaving you clenching around nothing: Asuma; Shikamaru; Neji; Genma

#Naruto #naruto uzumaki #naruto x reader #naruto x oc #naruto x you #Naruto ff #naruto fanfiction #naruto oneshot #naruto one shot #naruto imagine #naruto imagines #naruto drabble #naruto drabbles #naruto hc #naruto headcanon #naruto headcanons #Sasuke #sasuke uchiha #kakashi #kakashi hatake #kiba #kiba inuzuka #shino #shino aburame #asuma #asuma sarutobi #shikamaru #shikamaru nara #choji #choji akimichi

[eyeles-writing]

Open to Interpretation | read also on ao3

⭐︎Word Count: 2651⭐︎

⭐︎Pairings: Itachi Uchiha/Reader ⭐︎

⭐︎Content: First encounter! Domesticity, getting to know each other. Mild suspicion.⭐︎

⭐︎Description: A one-shot in which Reader uses sign language as their primary form of communication.

Upon meeting you for the first time, the majority of people believe that you are about to violently attack them.

This isn’t because you’re big and scary. You don’t have a resting bitch face, you don’t carry a giant weapon with you, you don’t wear a cult-like cloak symbolizing your belonging to a criminal organization. Nothing like that.

You always greet people with a smile. You wave at them, you open your arms, you allow yourself to be vulnerable. You make yourself small and you invite people to see your weakness. However, everyone still hides behind their defenses the moment you begin talking.

Why? The answer is simple. You’re an ex Fire Nation Sign Language Interpreter, and you now communicate primarily through sign.

It’s not dangerous on its own - Fire Nation Sign Language is a gorgeous language that symbolizes centuries of innovative work for the deaf and hard of hearing communities in your nation. It creates a bridge between the great divide that is language and, in its simplest form, is the basic tool for communal survival.

It does, however, look almost identical to hand signs for deadly jutsu. When you initially raise your hands to sign a greeting, the uninformed are quick to assume you’re making a threat. They don’t see you as trustworthy or kind - they only see you as a target, which leads to plenty of tricky situations. You only ever met one man who was kind enough to give you the benefit of the doubt when you first met him.

“Excuse me,” a voice appeared behind you. You turned your head and furrowed your brow as your eyes landed on a tall man that was standing a few feet away from you. You were in the middle of the forest currently, only a few miles from Konohagakure. A decision had been made earlier in the day for you to go on a walk to collect berries for a medical group right outside the city, so you entered the forest and never considered that someone would be following you.

The man stood there and watched you for a moment before he spoke again.

“I have some questions about Konohagakure,” he eyed the hidden leaf charm that dangled from the handle of your basket holding your berries. “I have a feeling you may know the answers to them.”

You slowly raised your hands while nodding, immediately sensing that the man in front of you was certainly more powerful than you could ever hope to be. He stood tall and confident, like he’d never lost a fight in his life. His piercing black eyes were locked onto you - his long hair was tied back into a low braid, but the few strands dangling in front of his eyes were quickly blown out of the way by the oncoming gust of wind. His eyes remained focused on you as you slowly signed a message, desperately hoping he would understand that it was sign.

“I can help you” you signed, and smiled at him. “Do you know FNSL?”

The man, upon seeing your signing, found himself smiling in response. “A Fire Nation Sign Language user,” he said, “I have little experience in the language, but I’ll manage.”

You felt a pull at your heart, delighted to have finally encountered a hearing individual who, at the very least, treated your sign with respect. You set your basket down on the ground before pulling up your sleeves, ready to talk to the man in front of you.

“First, I need to know your name.”

The man nodded and blinked slowly at you - it reminded you of a cat, almost, and the way that they show trust to one another. “My name is Itachi Uchiha,” he said. Your blood ran cold. You knew that name all too well.

“I-t-a-c-h-i,” You fingerspelled, then followed with the name sign that he’d been given among your community. “Your name is BIRD in my language.” You flicked your dominant hand to mimic the movement of a wing, earning a chuckle from Itachi in response.

“I know you. Itachi of the Leaf.”

“Yes, that’s me.” Itachi stepped forward and showed his separated hands to you - a sign of respect not only within the shinobi community as an assurance of peace, but also in your community as an offer of mutual respect. “I would like to ask you a few questions regarding the Village Hidden in the Leaf.”

“Your brother is doing well,” You said, a gentle smile appearing on your face. His expression noticeably softened - the average person would have never even guessed that Itachi’s face had changed at all, but you were different.

Sign language has five parameters - handshape, palm orientation, movement, location, and non-manual signals. Those non-manual signals, primarily facial expressions, are a crucial part to communicating through sign. It makes the difference between LIKE and DISLIKE, between a question and statement, and shows the emotion of the speaker. Over the years of using Fire Nation Sign Language, you’d developed a keen eye for facial expressions; even the slightest twitch of the lip would be caught by your eye, and it would always indicate something.

In this case, it was clear to you that Itachi cared for his brother. Hearing the news that he was alive, that he was doing well, was delightful to him.

“I want to ask you about a child. His name is Naruto Uzumaki.”

You grinned and chuckled to yourself upon hearing that name - Naruto was an infamous boy in the village and he also happened to be your favorite.

“What do you want with the boy?” You asked, eyeing Itachi. “He is just a child.”

Itachi shook his head. “I cannot tell you that. I just need to know where he’s at in his training.”

You shrugged, frowning. “I wouldn’t know, I’m just an interpreter. He seems promising, though.”

“So you’ve heard about him, then?” Itachi asked.

“Everyone has. He’s the Nine Tails boy. I heard he’s being trained from the best.”

Naruto was certainly one of your favorite children in the leaf - being barely a chunin, he was starting to get sent out on missions that allowed you to interact with him and his team more. Team Seven had once accompanied you on an escort to and from a city across the Fire Nation to receive some medical supplies. You often fondly recall the moment you gave Naruto a sign name.

“I believe your name is N-a-r-u-t-o, or NARUTO,” You signed. The sign began with the movement for HOKAGE - two open hands, palm facing in, at the top of your head and moving outward into a sweeping motion, as if grabbing the rim of the Hokage headpiece. When your hands reached the end of the sign, you transitioned into bringing your hands forward, reminiscent of the sign for FUTURE. 

The boy, upon being crowned a name by someone from the deaf community, cheered in excitement.

“THAT’S FREAKIN' AWESOME!” He exclaimed before signing his name, giggling to himself the entire time. You showed him slowly how to sign the name, feeling your own heart warm at the sight of his dedicated eyes focused on the movement of your hands.

“Sign language is so awesome!” He beamed, “it’s like jutsu but for talking!”

“Yeah, that’s what it’s for, idiot,” Sasuke had chimed in. He had been sitting under a nearby tree and watched everything that had gone down between you and Naruto - he pretended like he wasn’t listening, but you picked up on the change in facial expressions when you told Naruto that you wanted to give him a sign name. In his voice, you could even sense the obvious jealousy.

“Would you like one, Sasuke?” You asked, and all he did was ‘humph’ in response. You giggled and thought for a moment before you decided upon a sign.

“Your name is S-a-s-u-k-e, or SASUKE.” You began with the S-sign, a closed fist with your thumb placed on the lower knuckles of your fingers, and held it up toward your right eye. You opened the fist quickly to mimic the opening of an eye; You decided on such a sign because you’d just seen his Sharingan in action after you’d run across a team of lowly rogue ninja that wanted to know what you were doing.

“Woah, Sasuke,” Sakura grinned, “You have such a cool sign!” She stared at Sasuke, who slowly copied your own hand movement and then paused to consider it. After a satisfied nod, you smiled in satisfaction and turned to Sakura.

“Would you like one?” You asked, and she immediately said yes. You watched as she rocked back and forth on her feet as she anxiously awaited your response, biting at her lip in anticipation.

“Your name is S-a-k-u-r-a, or SAKURA.” You decided to combine another two signs for Sakura - FLOWER and KIND. You began with the handshape for FLOWER, a closed hand with all five fingertips touching, and circled it around your heart in the same location and movement for KIND. Despite being your first time meeting the girl, it was clear along the mission that she was the strongest of the team; During every moment of intensity that you faced throughout your journey, she stayed calm and collected the entire time. There was not a moment where she faltered or thought of anything except your safety. The other two had their moments of brevity, yes, but nothing compared to the composure of the girl in front of you.

“You are kind and strong,” You spoke quietly, “much more than the other two. Please use your name with pride.”

Sakura gave you a warm smile and pulled you in for a hug. “I will,” she said, “thank you.”

You were pulled out of your thoughts by another question from the man in front of you, Itachi Uchiha.

“And who is the best, exactly?”

“Kakashi Hatake,” you signed. You showed him the name sign for Kakashi - it used the sign for LIGHTNING, with the dominant hand using a K-shape instead of a usual pointer finger. You used your non-dominant hand to represent a cloud, holding out just your pointer finger at your chin. Your dominant hand started at the top of the pointer finger, held in a K-shape, and moved downward in a zig-zag movement. This represented the jutsu that Kakashi Hatake was known for the most - his Lightning Blade. 

“The Copy Ninja,” Itachi confirmed. You nodded. He sighed audibly before looking to his side, glancing deeper into the forest. There was nothing but miles of nature surrounding you, and you had suddenly become painfully aware of it. One of the most dangerous ninja in the world was standing right in front of you, and you were all alone with your defenses.

You sympathized with Itachi, though. Back when you were simply an interpreter and had no interest in betraying your village, you would have never thought for a moment that you would ever indulge in the thoughts of Itachi’s. Shortly after your mission with Team Seven, though, you found yourself in an unfortunate situation that cost you friends, family, and a part of yourself.

Your throat had been torn to shreds. You were locked up for days by an interrogation expert - he poked and prodded at you endlessly until you were slipping in and out of consciousness. You had screamed so loud, begged for mercy so desperately, that your vocal cords had ruptured. A heated blade had drawn itself across your arm, causing you to scream out in pain. A new pain struck immediately into your throat the second that you released any air, sending a shockwave of adrenaline through your body. You began coughing violently, blood spilling out of your mouth as you cried in pain. The interrogator stood there, a plain look on his face, before he exited the room. Later that evening, you found yourself incapable of using your voice.

Even now, you were still hardly capable of letting any sound pass through your throat. Any noise that did exit was extremely painful.

You hated the Leaf ever since. You rotted in that cell for weeks on end before they had finally come to rescue you, and only then were you informed that a member of your family had been killed in an attack. At that moment, you retired from all ninja-related duty. Your life as a field interpreter had come to an end. A flame of hatred took its place.

It’s also why you felt no remorse in feeding Itachi information. You knew that you were giving the enemy a chance at destroying the village - of course you didn’t want Naruto to be harmed, being your favorite village child, but you simply couldn’t find it within yourself to deny Itachi’s questions. You figured that if anyone asked, you would say that you were being threatened by the most dangerous ninja in the bingo book - how could you not release information?

“All I know is that they are training together. I know no detail.”

Itachi nodded and bowed toward you in thanks. “I appreciate whatever information you can give me…” He paused for a moment before locking eyes with you, a smile drawn across his face. “I apologize, but I never caught your name.”

“Y/N,” You signed, “or Y/N.” You gave him your sign name - a combination of RED and MOON. The finger movement for RED was used, which was simply flicking your first finger up and down. You used the location of the MOON sign and used your dominant hand to sign RED at your eye-level before using a swooping motion to bring it above your head. It was the sign that you were first given by your teacher when you just entered the academy, and you cherished it well.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he stated simply. You nodded. “It was given to me by my teacher.”

“I have one more question for you.”

You nodded and urged him to ask, feeling a tug at your heart upon realizing that your conversation was about to come to an end. Itachi was good company, it seemed.

“What do you know about medical ninjutsu?”

You furrowed your brow. “I was a field interpreter with medical training,” you explained, “I know enough to get by.”

Itachi’s face relaxed and a genuine smile flashed on his face. “Lovely.”

He glanced at your basket before stepping toward you and picking it up, looking down at the path ahead. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to you a bit about this organization I’m part of.”

“You want me to join the Akatsuki?” You asked. The sign for the Akatsuki was one that was controversial in your community - people couldn’t decide whether or not a group as terrible as them deserved such a precious name. A sign name was a rite of passage into the world of sign language - to be given a name is one of the highest honors in the world of the deaf community, and it was unclear whether or not the deaf community had come to a consensus on whether or not the Akatsuki deserved a sign name.

You used it anyway - it combined the signs RED and CLOUD. You used the handshape for RED and moved both hands in the same circular motion as CLOUD, bringing your hands up toward your eye level. You moved your hands to mimic the shape of a cloud, and Itachi nodded in response.

“We believe you would make a great addition.”

“So you already knew about me, then.”

Itachi hummed and glanced back into the forest. “I like to play games, that's all.”

Together, the two of you walked down the path. You stopped at a few bushes to pick berries and harvest a few plants that you saw, pondering the idea of joining the Akatsuki along the way.

“How bad could it be?” You asked yourself.

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[mixelation]

was thinking about fix-it fics where time travel shenanigans mean naruto gets to meet minato but how those never hit juuuust right with me because it's always pre-naruto minato who is in his early 20s and hasn't sufficiently cultivated a dadsona...... but hear me out. alt timeline minato crashes into canon timeline. au!minato lost both kushina AND baby naruto in the kyuubi attack. canon!naruto is like 7-8.

naruto: (is his son, and basically a tiny kushina, and is being neglected and mistreated)

minato: hi yeah i'm going to act SO insane about this <3

#i read a fic with a similar premise but i forget enough details to refind it. i think it was the reverse with canon!naruto in an au tho #anyway i think this would be a fun one-shot vaguely unhinged fix-it #canon konoha: you can't just TAKE our jinchuriki?? #minato: aaaw and who's going to stop me? <3 c'mon naruto im making u dinner ur bedtime is whenever you pass out in my arms during movienigh