I Read Your Naruto Cuddle Piece And Its So Cute And Wholesome, Could You Do One For Gaara , Youre Writing

I read your naruto cuddle piece and it’s so cute and wholesome, could you do one for Gaara , you’re writing is absolutely brilliant

aw thank you so much, that's so sweet! enjoy your gaara content <3

if you have anything you'd like me to change, like the pronouns used or some smaller details feel free to lmk, this this was your request!

If you'd like me to make another copy of this ficlet for a different demographic, please also let me know :)

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Gaara x Fem!Reader - Redheaded Plushtoy

You had been feeling like shit ever since you had officially been deemed unable to work or go out on any missions after a rather taxing battle with another village's damned rogue ninja.

You lay in your bed like god-damned mummy, covered in bandages despite your victory in the battle. It honestly looks worse than it is, the stab wounds weren't even that deep!

The room is silent as you sulk in bed, staring at the wall with a face like thunder because you can't get back to sleep.

"AAH! This is bullshit!"

The bed creaks as you get up to dress yourself, thinking that by the time you get to Gaara at the Kazekage Tower, he'll be wide awake to dote on you and keep you occupied. If you weren't so miserable and pouty right now, you'd find it funny that your relationship has come to a place where you can and will come to his very important glorified house, at his very important job, with his very important colleagues, just to annoy him.

The second your foot is through the main door in front of his desk he sighs tiredly, giving you a stern look and his voice gives you chills as you limp closer, a cheeky grin plastered on your face.

"What are you doing here? Did you walk? You know you're supposed to be in recovery... Right?"

He's not surprised when you completely ignore his worried but somehow still deadpan expression, not answering any of his questions and planting yourself in his lap, all too pleased with yourself for making it here in one piece.

"See? I didn't fall apart on the way here. I'm fine!"

You're met with a rather blunt reply and you mentally curse Naruto for teaching your sweet Gaara sarcasm. Back in Konoha, Naruto falls out of his bed and wacks his head on his nightstand, wondering what the hell just happened.

"You are falling apart, the bandages are just holding you together while you continue to destroy your body."

With that you let out a defeated sigh and your loving boyfriend wraps his arms around your waist to manouvre you, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom, the floor above the office. He's ahead of work a little, so he can afford to take the day off to make sure you recover.

"Why must you continuously push yourself like this? You will pay the price sooner or later. I'd rather not have you taken from me because you're impatient and impulsive, honey."

An irk mark appears at your forehead as you listen to him call you, his girlfriend, impatient and impulsive, the casual way he said it striking a real nerve in you and making you prepare a lecture for him so he never calls you that again. You quickly rethink your decision when he speaks again.

"I just don't want to lose you. I've lost so much already, I won't lose you as well..."

What a sweetheart. He's just an absolute sweetheart. You can't even stop yourself from giving him those puppy eyes of yours as you wrap your arms around his neck and cuddle him like he's some kind of plush toy. He's so strong and well built that he makes such a good partner for cuddling.

So when he lays you in his bed you pull him down with you, eliciting a soft smile from the redhead as you stroke the kanji on his forehead and tell him you love him, listening and hugging him harder as he settles into the bed and repeats your words to you in response.

Little spoon Sanemi xx

say no more there are like no sanemi gifs on here ong 💀

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Sanemi x Reader - Little Spoon Headcanon

It's the middle of the night and the crickets chirp in the grass outside of the window, your eyes closed as you cuddle into your lover's back sleepily. He snores softly as you wrap your hands around his torso, your hands instinctively cradling his abs and caressing the soft but rigid texture. He practically purrs in his sleep as he shifts, too comfortable to wake up.

So the next morning when you both wake up at the same time, Sanemi freezes at the feeling of your arms around him, instead of his around you.

What's worse? Is that he's so comfortable.

Your arms are so soft and your chest is pressed against his back, ensuring that he can feel every beat of your heart and your every breath. And he loves every second of it, begrudgingly.

"Mnh- Good morning, baby."

He only grunts in reply, backing up into you slightly and deciding that he doesn't need to get up until later, screw the real world. His hand comes up to carress your wrist which lays on his abs and the poor man melts, groaning as he strokes the palm of your hand with rough, calloused ones.

His bed hair looks basically like his normal hair except just a little less tamed, and one side is flat from where he's been laying on it, but you pay no mind to that right now as you stare at the back of his head in shock.

You can tell that he's obviously a little flustered and when he pulls you closer by the arm, you're swooning and resting your forehead against his back, fully taking in his presence, and the way he somehow smells like a warm fire.

The two of you stay cuddled together like that for another while, ignoring the duties of the day calling you and staying in eachothers' arms just a little while longer.

He's so surprisingly soft sometimes that you wonder where his usual self disappeared to, not that it's not a welcome change, because really this is so adorable, but you pay no mind to that right now as you nuzzle your face into his neck and going back to a blissful sleep as you spoon him.

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Sanemi x Shy!GN!Reader

@just-an-average-simp this was your request! hope you like it :)

No pronouns used, so can be an x male or x female reader :)

You sit, alone, hidden in the shade of a line of trees that covers the roof that you sit on. You're high enough that you can reach out and touch the leaves on the treetop, and the breeze ruffles your hair gently. It's very hot out today, and the intensity of the sun has you missing the winter instantly. You miss the early blanket of darkness and the snow that crumples beneath your footsteps. Summer is overrated.

You're only sitting outside because it's a nice day out and you don't want to waste away hibernating in your bedroom like you always do, only coming out when you're summpned for a mission. You want to get out of that mindset, but it's incredibly difficult to just change your whole lifestyle in only one day.

Everyone that sees you, if they even notice you, is visibly shocked that you've finally come out of your little cave and started seeing the light of day again. It's not your fault that you don't particularly value interaction with others. It just never really turned out all that well for you in the past. Friends are overrated.

With this in mind, it makes sense that not many people recognise you, and mistake you for a less experienced, new recruit. One of the only people that actually knows your name is the Wind Pillar, Sanemi. He is the one who'd scouted you, having seen your will to shed blood and protect a group of children that you were travelling with.

You had all been driven from your village by crooks, and while you could have overpowered them, it wasn't worth risking the children just to become a criminal, and run the risk of being hunted down by allies they might have. It had taken you a long time to gather the reason and courage to migrate, and so you did, carrying two children on your back and holding the hands of two others. Another three who were a few years older were following on behind you, and together, you migrated through a thick blanket of snow in the dead of night to get away, managing to fend off demons for a good few days until you had gotten desperate.

Sanemi had seen you struggle against a group of demons in a forest nearby to the town he was guarding just as you had started to get weaker, bleeding and bruised as you brutally kill the last low-level demon, telling the children that they can open their eyes now.

You had met him when one of the creatures had gotten up from where you thought you'd killed it, and the Wind Pillar had instantly terminated it, begrudgingly guiding you to the town. For some reason, he'd decided he wanted to take you with him, "because you don't talk so you're not so annoying."

The rest is history.

The Pillar is sitting beside you in the blink of an eye, watching you and huffing as you only offer him a shy smile, giving you a cross look.

"Why are you sitting here? You should sit with me more often! You're my disciple!"

"Ah... my apologies... i'll sit with you more from now."

He huffs jaggedly, his voice raspy and low in a way that has your stomach doing twists. He's always been quite possessive of you. It makes you feel happy, too, like you're worth something to somebody. It's an addictive feeling. One you can't get enough of. He'd started growing a soft spot for you when he started teaching you how to fight.

You were good in comparison to normal humans, but to a Hashira, you were nothing but an annoying little fruit fly that could easily be swatted away. So he trained you because he had a soft spot for people who were good with kids and those who were good against demons. What he wasn't too big a fan of was how quiet and antisocial you could be.

You're just a naturally very quiet, genuine person, so he talks to you in ways noone else can understand or bear witness to, and it makes you feel especially lucky. Especially when you lean against his side, resting on him and letting your head fall to his shoulder.

Somewhere along the lines, he grew soft for you, and fell in love with you. It was a difficult process but it was worth it, even if you don't say it much, and it took you a good few years to work up the courage to even invite him into your home just for lunch, to which he gruffly accepted and continued to eat you out of house and home.

You smile at the memory, happy that you gained the courage to confess to your saviour, and knowing now that he was equally as infatuated and interested, like he was some wild animal, studying you and stalking you in the hopes to learn more.

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yO omg i just found ur page and i love it so hi im requesting : )

can i get izuku x male reader (or gn! idrc) where the reader is pretty stoic, like todoroki times a billion, and is only friends (boyfriends LMAO, i should mention id prefer if they r already in a relationship) with izuku, like mutters to him to talk, n just follows him around most of the time, n is kinda insecure since he has a bunch of scars and his arms are messed up because of his quirk (like discoloured skin and such) and because him n izuku are childhood friends hes kinda clingy, and is only soft with izuku

but then one day izuku is kinda havin a tough time, and snaps at the reader by accident (the reader kept clinging to him cause he didn't know where else to go and couldn't read the social cues of izuku being frustrated) and just the most heartbreaking angst with a nice fluffy ending of izuku after like a day of realizing the reader hasn't been clinging to him or talking to him and him going to see the reader in his dorms and just walking in on him curled up with a plushie or smth that izuku bought him n trying to sleep and izuku just breaking

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And feel free to stalk my masterlist lmfao i get really happy when i put more and more stuff on there and it gets longer and longer...

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Whew this has been sitting in my drafts collecting dust since I lost the motivation to write when my account was nuked, but it's back, so I'm back and you guys can have this as your peace offering :D

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Warning: Scarring, mentions of vomit...

Izuku x Male!Reader - Quiet

You were practically Izuku's shadow. Everywhere he went, you went too. At the beginning of the year you were incredibly quiet and didn't really react to much. You just kept to yourself, really. You had been suffering with some pretty damn crippling anxiety at the time, and it almost had you staying home and ghosting the entrance exam because you couldn't stop thinking about what could go wrong.

You had nearly forfeited your dream because you were scared.

What if you're too weak? What if they reject you? What if you humiliate yourself?

What if somebody sees the horrible scarring on your arms and says something? It's not your fault you're so hideous, but that doesn't stop you from feeling like it is.

Things stayed that way until Izuku spoke to you again for the first time in a few years, making your little heart thud in your chest as he mumbles and mutters hypotheses about your quirk and about how glad he was to have seen how you'd grown. The boy is so open and friendly, and so talkative that it more than makes up for your lack of input in the conversation. It had been that way before as well.

You both had been childhood friendsat some point, but for some reason you'd grown apart. It broke your heart, but lo and behold the quirkless boy is entering the exam too. Who knows, when you both fail maybe you could be friends again.

At least that was what you'd thought.

Except, you didn't fail. And neither did he.

You had stuck around him after that, following him to class and for lunch until he started to get a little freaked out when leaving for the dorms only to see you still trailing behind. He confronted you and bashfully asked why you've been shadowing him the whole day with an awkward smile, unknowingly hurting your little guarded heart as you realised that your company was apparently unwanted. Of course it was. What were you thinking?

When he saw your dejected face, and felt you practically deflate in front of him, speaking up quietly for the first time the whole day, he immediately felt bad and invited you to his dorm room to talk at you some more, since he knew you wouldn't be replying much.

"S- sorry... i'll go. 'didn't mean to bother you. I just felt safe..."

His poor little (gay, but he doesn't know that yet) heart melted on the spot.

It was from then on that the two of you stayed as close friends again, and Izuku became your safety net. Every time you would panic or cry and cower away in your dorm room he was there, ready to help you challenge your negative thoughts and give you the confidence to step outside again. You had grown even closer than before despite the rift that had previously grown between you.

When he had gained the patchy, discoloured scarring on his arms from abusing them so much with his quirk, he had smiled, and held your arms close together with his.

"We match! ... You still think we're so hideous?..."

Your heart had skipped a beat when he said "we", implying that he would share this burden with you.

Over time, you started to grow closer and closer, until one day, you cleared your throat to speak while sitting in Izuku's bed with him, some random hero documentary playing on his TV. He immediately shut up at the time, listening to you speak because it's so rare that you'd break your silence unless you were with him and he was honoured that he was the one to make you feel that comfortable, and you would never forget how his cheeks started to glow when you confessed to him that day. He was so proud that you were able to tell him, and immediately accepted your confession of love.

Ever since then you had hung around him at all times, clinging to his blazer with an outstretched hand when the halls got busy and even following him to the bathroom, his blush ever present every time you did. He didn't truly mind though.

But today, he had been in a rather sour fight with Bakugou, and he was reeling. You had never really been privvy to social cues, so when he let out frustrated sighs and huffs, and held his head in his hands during break, you just thought he was feeling a little off today.

Discoloured, scarred fingers reach out to hold onto his blazer sleeve when you start to feel a little unsettled, huddling close to him and showing him your affection, but he does not take kindly to it.

A sharp smack fills the silence of the room as Izuku swats your hand away harshly, growing irritated with and overstimulated by everything around him. You know he must have been having a bad day, but it must've been you. You didn't realise that you had ruined his day and part of you almost thinks of this as his way of breaking up with you, but you don't have much time to think on it before your boyfriend is yelling at you.

He had never yelled at you before.

"What's is it now?! Can't you see i'm not in the mood?! I can't do this right now. You don't have to cling to me every second of the day!"

Everything feels numb when, for the first time ever, Izuku raises his voice at you. He definately wants to break up. Didn't you hear, idiot? He said he doesn't want you near him anymore. He doesn't like you anymore.

It doesn't even take a second for the overwhelmingly depressing and intrusive thoughts to infiltrate your mind and swarm you, and you freeze up as he walks away from you, your throat suddenly closing up as your eyes sting from the salt in your tears.

For hours you sit alone in your bedroom, curled up under your sheets and crying so hard you almost vomit. Of course he doesn't want to be with you anymore, look at you. Your face is bright red and your skin is raw and sore from all of the tears and the wiping of your face. It hurts. And it looks like it does too.

You curl up into a large dragon plush that Izuku had won for you at an arcade date the two of you went on. It was one of your first dates and still remains one of the best memories of your life. The fur of the plush is absolutely ruined with snot and tears, and your voice is hoarse and it carries in your cries how torn apart you are. It's sad, the first time you've used your voice this much in such a short space of time is when your crying into a plush over your boyfriend. Or your ex.

Your hair is slick with sweat and tears and a few strands cling to your face as you cry, and you're completely exhausted by the time midday rolls around.

The next day, you skip school and stay in your room, your head pounding from the dehydration of crying out all the fluids in your body. You're only brought out of your trance as you hear a tentative knock on your door. Is the school day over already? Oh...

You didn't even bother to go to dinner, and you haven't eaten all day because you hadn't the guts to come out and face everyone after sonething like that. You may be a strong hero, but without Izuku, your crutch, you felt like nothing.

The last thing you expect to see is Izuku walking in to find you curled up in your bed, in a state worse than any he's ever seen you in. Considering that he's seen every one of your panics attacks since you had grown close, that's saying something.

Immidiately he's by yourside, relising how bedly he had fucked up. You were still cradling your hand close to your chest in an effort to stay close to the last place he touched you.

The freckled boy had come to apologise for snapping at you the way he did, but he never expected it to be this bad, and he truly worried when he didn't see you in class this morning. He felt unsettled not having you there beside him since you were both a package deal, and everywhere you went, you went with Izuku in tow.

His heart just about shatters as you look up at him with confused eyes, the colour in them appearing so much more intense with the flood of emotion and the redness of your sclera. your eyelashes are dark and bunched together with little tear droplets and the image is so etherial to him. He's so in love with you that it hurts, and there's an uncomfortable tightness in his chest and a lump in his throat at the sight of you like this. The second he saw you curled up and crying into his plush his heart had dropped to the floor and he had physically felt it.

In seconds he's apologising and tearing up, crying with you while he gets under the covers to cuddle.

"Baby, I- i'm so, so sorry! I never meant to hurt you like that, I swear! I was stressed and I took it out on you- i'm sorry! I've been a horrible partner- but i'll make it up to you, I promise..."

You didn't doubt him. The boy was torn up about how he treated you and the relief and comfort of finally being back in his arms again, coupled with the realisation that he didn't break up with you had your heart stuttering and racing and a hundred miles an hour while you cuddle the fluffy haired boy.

Your hands are already buried into his hair and he practically whines as you press your forehead against his under the sheets. As he rambles about how sorry he is you just scratch his scalp, still recovering from the heartbreak of what you thought was a split between the two of you, and you say nothing back.

Izuku knows you though, and he knows your silence isn't one of rejection. He holds you close with surprisingly strong arms, holding the hand he slapped away in his and trailing his thumbs over the discoloured scarring there. As much as you see Izuku breaking every record with his astounding strength, he's still just that squishy baby in your mind, with hamster cheeks and big, beady eyes that are like glass windows to his soul.

It brings a smile to your face and fresh tears to your eyes. You're so in love that it hurts.

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