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うちはサスケ x 春野サクラ

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Day 21: Rewind the time…

Out of gratitude I would like to dedicate this to judy-san rawrrsakura andimthegnome for their kind words and well wishes while I was recovering. The concern was very appreciated. Also, especially so, to cloudninwhom I heard was having a difficult time right now. You are a very special person and part of this fandom as a whole and I wish to extend my support. Please take care.

Characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto ©

Title: Motivation
Summary: “I was sober earlier, and I wanted you. I’ll be sober tomorrow, and I’ll want you, still.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Night out (Day 7)
Rating: M
Warning(s): Smut.
Comments: omg i’m getting better at writing lemon, u guys.

“You are nineteen years old. You’ve never had a boyfriend. You’ve never been on a date. You’ve never even kissed a boy – and no, CPR doesn’t count.”

“I never said CPR counted!”

“But I know you were thinking it. My point is, you’re a total virgin, Sakura. It’s pretty sad.”

“I’m just saving myself for the right guy. It’s smart!”

“No. It’s sad. It’s pathetic. And you know why?”

Eye-roll. “Enlighten me, pig.”

“First, don’t call me pig when I’m just trying to be a good friend. Second, okay, I'l enlighten you: it’s sad and pathetic because your so-called right guy is Sasuke Uchiha-“

Blush. “Who said anything about him?”

Smile. ”-in other words, an emotionless, probably-asexual bastard. You are waiting for something that will never come-”

“Wow. Thank you. Good friend, indeed.”

“Let me finish! It will never come, unless you do something about it. In other words, unless you give him a little push.”

Frown. “Um, what?”

“See, I’m very good at reading people. And you know what I see in Sasuke?”

Another eye-roll. “I don’t.”

“I see a boy that lacks initiative. He never does things unless he is thoroughly motivated. He needs to be reassured of what he wants. See my point?”

“Uh… No.”

Sigh. “Okay. Listen. I have a plan.”

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ssm16d2 | asylum

I interpreted Sasuke’s desire for power as part of what became as an asylum. In Shippu, Sasuke grows more and more lost and becomes part of the darkness ; w ; But Sakura serves as someone that saves him.

Title: you asked for it
Summary: She tells him to make a better use of his mouth, and he does just that.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Glory
Rating: M
Warning(s): SMUT AGAIN. WITH LOTS OF SEXUAL TENSION BEFOREHAND. HEHE. And also, this is LOTR!AU.
Comments: I’ve been waiting ages to write this AU and something about lilithkiss‘s smut fanart of this AU and yeah HERE IT IS. Also, TOTAL BIRTHDAY GIFT TO THE WONDERFUL LORE!

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She couldn’t breathe.

Moments ago, she might have been pissed at him, might have been livid enough to want to rip his damn stupid elvish head off his shoulders, but with the way he had cornered her, his hands on her each side of her head as he looked at her, dark eyes intense and sensual, filled with the most sinful of feelings, she couldn’t find it in herself to even muster any ounce of anger.

At the way his mouth lifted in the corner, and at how one single brow raised just so, he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

There was something strangely arousing in seeing a usually apathetic and collected elf showing the most subtle, but powerful signs of desire and interest.

Sasuke, like all his other kind, had never been prone to expressing his emotions, no matter how positive or negative. He’d only ever shown that side of himself in their most dire times, like that night they fought the wretched guardian beast of the old dwarf caves, where they’d almost lost their guide, Kakashi, in the midst of it all.

But this was something entirely different. They were in his family’s own Elven lands, safe from any harm and hidden from the rest of the world. She wasn’t sick or hurt or dying—there was no reason for him to display such bursts of… non-apathy. What could have possibly brought on this sort of freedom in expression? What could have possibly swayed him out of his usual comfort zone of practised disinterest, and into this complete lack of suppression for the simplest—

A gasp left her lips as he suddenly leaned forward some more, hands sliding to her face, one skimming fingers teasingly over her right shoulder, while the other cupped her jaw so gently that she felt he might as well have not been holding it at all. The tip of his nose nudged alongside hers, lips fluttering teasingly over hers—but never touching—while he watched her carefully, the heat in his stare still blazing. Sakura let out a shaky breath at that, unable to stop her gaze from dropping to his mouth hovering over hers, still.

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I don’t have a tablet so I used my finger to draw on the touchpad of my laptop probably I will end with arthritis but I feel really, really happy of this drawing, oh also I spent 6 hrs in this one ahhh but my sasusaku heart gave me the strength to finish this one  *:゜☆ヽ(*’∀’*)/☆゜:。*。

Please don’t repost :c

SSMonth Day 19

Title: Two Special Women

Summary: Sasuke’s a little rusty with both his use of emotions and handling of children, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try to learn.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, but everything happened exactly as I’d hoped <3. Minus NejiTen.

Prompt: Rusty from day nineteen of the SasuSakuMonth Prompts.

Rating: T

Words: 2, 318

Warning(s): None

Author’s Note: Daddy!Sasuke is my favorite right next to Protective!Sasuke. Enjoy my first foray into the world of SasuSaku family life! Am open to alternative titles. Also, I apologize if the ending was rushed—tis’ getting late! Will edit later

There was something surreal about it—the quiet that descended afterwards.

Lab-coat wearing doctors were conspicuously absent as were the tense commands and medical jargon they brought with them. Naruto’s booming voice was gone. So was Hinata’s quiet laughter and Ino’s squeals of delight and Tsunade’s heartfelt congratulations and Sakura’s parents’ proud exclamations and Lee’s declarations of youth…Sasuke’s heart-rate picked up slightly at the mere memory all the people that been crowded in the small room. The combination of the full room and flying emotions, both around him and within him, had blindsided him with their gentle potency.

But it was all quiet now. No more soft cries of agony or clacking of medical instruments or urgent footsteps. No more well-wishers or swishing fabric or encouraging instructions. Not even a sympathetic medic in scrubs dared break the silence. Only the heart monitor continued to beep rhythmically in the background—reminding Sasuke that despite the chaos of the room not even an hour ago, everything had gone according to plan.

From his seat in the uncomfortable hospital chair, Sasuke took the still moment to let everything sink in.

He was a father now.

The thought was not an unwelcome one; in fact, simply repeating the statement in his mind was enough to curve his lips into a grin.

But that didn’t erase the prick of unease settled somewhere deep in his chest. He couldn’t seem to find the cause for it, yet it shadowed every one of his overwhelming bursts of joy—haunted his every hope for the future.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t accepted that they were having a baby—he had, enthusiastically. Sasuke had spent mornings holding back Sakura’s hair, had spent afternoons picking out baby names, had spent nights reading his two most precious people to sleep, and had spent every moment in between showering his wife and unborn child in affection. Finding him stretched outside in the shade of his porch with a book on pregnancy or parenting was not uncommon, and thankfully Kami had granted him an exceptionally patient wife who bore his over-protective tendencies with an amused smile and mild eye-rolling.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t ready for a family either—he was. When Madara and Obito had died, Sasuke felt the fresh pain of being the last all over again. It stealthily gnawed away at his heart, and Sasuke hadn’t even known how much he wanted to fill the aching hole until Sakura had looked at him with those eyes and the pregnancy test in her hands. The growing swell of Sakura’s stomach had captivated him with its promise of tomorrows, and, ever so slowly the final, bitter dregs of loneliness he’d carried with him for so long ebbed away.

It wasn’t even that he wasn’t ready to be a father—he was. Sasuke’s childhood memories were dominated by his adoration for his father. While he could admit now that his father was a flawed individual, he planned to learn from his father’s past mistakes. Since he was seven, Sasuke had struggled to erase and disregard his emotions, and he was slowly learning to feel freely again. He had no intentions of stopping this process now and every intention of letting his precious daughter know just how proud he was of her.

His daughter. His daughter.

Seized by the sudden desire to see the first addition to his family, Sasuke’s feet carried him to the crib in the corner where she laid. Some of the medics had wanted to take her somewhere else, but his wife’s eyes had flashed and she’d disagreed in the politest voice that vowed thrown furniture—at the very least—if she was ignored. Watching his daughter sleep now, he was glad she had.

Sarada clenched her tiny fists in her sleep, and Sasuke had to smile at the image of her one day destroying boulders just like her mother with those very fists. Jet-black hair topped his little princess’s pinkish skin, but he could already see her mother in her eyes and forehead. Ten toes, ten fingers, two eyes, one nose, and, in short, the most perfect 2.96 kilograms to ever grace this planet. He reached out to stoke her delicate feature, a small collection of moisture in the corner in his eyes, but dropped his hand just short.

What was it about this tiny human that made him freeze in fear and awe at the same time?

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Title: it’s my duty
Summary: Who knew something amazing could come out of being pulled over and running late for work?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Silver Lining
Rating: K
Warning(s): idk, probably some OOC on Sasuke’s part. It’s an AU with no massacre of any kind, though, so idk. Maybe he’s IC by those standards. WHY DON’T YOU JUDGE.
Comments: Inspired by hallous’s fanart of cop!Sasuke and doctor!Sakura.

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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sakura muttered to herself as she heard the sirens go off in warning, and glanced at her rear-view mirror to expectedly find a cop car flashing his blue-red lights at her. Tightening her jaw, she let out a small sound of frustration before moving smoothly to the side of the curb, shifting her car in park and turning off the ignition, while she drummed her fingers against the opened window side, glancing at her watch with a stressed look.

“I’m already running late for work, and it’s Spring Break, one of the busiest times of the year—AKA, my boss is going to murder me.”

Running a hand over her face, Sakura glanced in her mirror and drummed her fingers some more, biting her lip at the cop’s apparent inactivity. She knew he was probably just writing down all the information about her car as part of the usual process, but she couldn’t help wanting for him to hurry up a bit.

She had patients to treat, for god’s sake! Fearless, stupidly injured and probably very intoxicated patients, but still patients regardless!

And it’s not like I ever really speed, she thought to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose. My record is clean! I’m usually a very careful driver!

Hearing the sound of an opening door, she glanced at her mirror again and bit the inside of her cheek, thinking of what she should do. Crap, he’s coming, she thought, as she glanced back a little and saw the man approaching her window. Maybe if I make a cute face I can get away…?

Grinning secretively to herself, Sakura took a quick look at herself in the mirror, before turning to greet her to-be-victim-of-her-charms and putting on the sharpest, cutest smile she could muster—only for it to drop instantly once her eyes set on his out-of-this-world attractive face.

Mouth running dry, and stomach flipping wildly, she stared at him in distress and shattered hope of escape.

Shit, she thought, swallowing the nervous lump in her throat. He’s hot…

“License and registration,” the young cop—who was probably not more than a year or two older, at most—finally spoke, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. It drove shivers down her spine.

Ino would know how to handle this… she said to herself, unable to muster the courage to even open her mouth at all. Her eyes widened as the cop’s gaze finally moved to her, likely wondering why she wasn’t saying or doing anything.

When their eyes met, her cheeks flushed madly. Ino-pig would know how to handle this—but I sure can’t!

Raising a brow, the dark haired police officer called, “Ma’am.” He took his hand out of his pocket and gestured his hand out, as if waiting for something to be handed to him. “Your license and registration, if you would.”

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SSMonth Day 22

Title: Changing Aim

Summary: Sasuke’s journey for redemption is disturbed by a certain kunoichi.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, but everything happened perfectly regardless—minus NejiTen.

Prompt: Exposed from day twenty-two of the SasuSakuMonth Prompts.

Rating: M

Words: 6,270

Warning(s): SMUT. Lemony, lemon, lemon meringue pie.

Author’s Note: ‘Cause how could I not go there? Now edited by the lovely cumberwho-and-johnlock!

Sitting under the sinking sun, Sasuke attempted to sort through his thoughts. Nearly a year had passed since he last walked through Konoha’s gates, and he fingered the familiar scratch on his old headband nostalgically. Though miles separated him from his friends on his journeys though Iwakagure, they were never too far from his thoughts. The image of Naruto’s outrageous exclamations brought a smile to his face, and, for once, he wouldn’t be completely against the proposition to grab Ichiraku’s.

A flash of pink in his subconscious sent a pang flashing through his chest, and his expression quickly changed into a pained one. Frustrated, a sigh escaped the stoic nin’s lips as he sank onto the cool stone of ground.

It wasn’t like he didn’t know part of what he was feeling; he recognized loneliness—knew the empty burning hole it left in the heart and the gnawing chasm it formed in the center of one’s being. Five years of self-imposed solitude after the slaughter of clan made him quite accustomed to the feeling. Yet, this was…different, more acute and somehow on another level. He missed Naruto like he hoped for a sunny day. He had longed for his family and brother like one desired the constant comfort of a home. But this…

…this was a craving. Every cell in his body seemed to mourn the absence of his bubbly teammate. Air seemed stale without her signature herbal scent. Daily conversation was monotonous without her tinkling, heartfelt laugh. His heart felt heavy without her, especially with the closeness they had gained during his short time in Konoha, but there was something more. Feelings he’d repressed for years tangled and intertwined with each other until he could barely distinguish them.

Saying he didn’t consider tramping the confusing feelings right back down again would be a lie, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. What good would ignoring his emotions do him? The last four years of his life had proved that that approach got him nowhere—pretending the feelings didn’t exist didn’t make them go away as much as he wished it were true.

Still, Sasuke was aware of the pinpricks of lust snared within his melancholy thoughts. What option did he have but to ignore his feelings? He was two days, maybe one day if he tried, away from Konoha—and distance wasn’t the only issue. The last of the Uchiha bloodline ran through his veins, for kami’s sake. Surely he had more restraint than to be subject to every fleeting emotion. Not being recklessly impulsive was not the same as being emotionally detached, he told himself .

With that decision in mind, Sasuke firmly shut his eyes rolled over onto his side with the intent of going to sleep. Visions of breathless petal-haired kunoichis be damned.

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