deadlyblossoms problem is he’s here. He’s just turned into a friggin 6-year old xd

You’re making me want mamasaku with babynaru, stop it

You can HAVE him -pushes him to you-

-picks him up and nuzzles his cheek- cUTIE

“Ewewwww!” Little sticky hands immediately push against her cheek. “Gross! Kisses are gross!” Because that’s what it looked like she was going to do. Kiss him. He may crave attention, but he had a reputation to uphold!

“Pbtbtbtbtbt!” The rosette sputtered and twisted her head to get away from his sticky fingers. Kids were a handful, but she wouldn’t change him for the world. “Oh, I wasn’t even kissing you! /This/ is kissing you!” Cue lots of kisses pressed to his cheeks and head, carefully avoiding his lips. She’d let him have that much.

He felt a short exhilaration, the small amount of victory was short lived, however, because now she really was kissing him. And he had little to no means of stopping her except yelling loudly and thrashing around in her grip. “Leggo o’ me! Let go! Stop it!”

A laugh was heard edits Sakura pressed one last kiss to his spiky blond hair before setting him on his feet. “Hey, at least I wasn’t wearing lipstick.” She reminded him before taking his hand in hers.

“Doen’t matter! If I don’t want kisses you can’t kiss me!” There’s a big scowl on his small face, and he tugs on his arm, trying to pull his hand free.

Well that just won’t do. Releasing his hand, she knelt down to his height. “Well what if I want kisses? Will you kiss me?”

"No!" He rubbed his palms over his face, everywhere she'd kissed him. "You're a stranger. And kisses are gross." Only his mom could kiss him, and it just so happened that she wasn't around anymore.

deadlyblossoms problem is he’s here. He’s just turned into a friggin 6-year old xd

You’re making me want mamasaku with babynaru, stop it

You can HAVE him -pushes him to you-

-picks him up and nuzzles his cheek- cUTIE

“Ewewwww!” Little sticky hands immediately push against her cheek. “Gross! Kisses are gross!” Because that’s what it looked like she was going to do. Kiss him. He may crave attention, but he had a reputation to uphold!

“Pbtbtbtbtbt!” The rosette sputtered and twisted her head to get away from his sticky fingers. Kids were a handful, but she wouldn’t change him for the world. “Oh, I wasn’t even kissing you! /This/ is kissing you!” Cue lots of kisses pressed to his cheeks and head, carefully avoiding his lips. She’d let him have that much.

He felt a short exhilaration, the small amount of victory was short lived, however, because now she really was kissing him. And he had little to no means of stopping her except yelling loudly and thrashing around in her grip. “Leggo o’ me! Let go! Stop it!”

A laugh was heard edits Sakura pressed one last kiss to his spiky blond hair before setting him on his feet. “Hey, at least I wasn’t wearing lipstick.” She reminded him before taking his hand in hers.

"Doen't matter! If I don't want kisses you can't kiss me!" There's a big scowl on his small face, and he tugs on his arm, trying to pull his hand free.

deadlyblossoms problem is he’s here. He’s just turned into a friggin 6-year old xd

You’re making me want mamasaku with babynaru, stop it

You can HAVE him -pushes him to you-

-picks him up and nuzzles his cheek- cUTIE

“Ewewwww!” Little sticky hands immediately push against her cheek. “Gross! Kisses are gross!” Because that’s what it looked like she was going to do. Kiss him. He may crave attention, but he had a reputation to uphold!

“Pbtbtbtbtbt!” The rosette sputtered and twisted her head to get away from his sticky fingers. Kids were a handful, but she wouldn’t change him for the world. “Oh, I wasn’t even kissing you! /This/ is kissing you!” Cue lots of kisses pressed to his cheeks and head, carefully avoiding his lips. She’d let him have that much.

He felt a short exhilaration, the small amount of victory was short lived, however, because now she really was kissing him. And he had little to no means of stopping her except yelling loudly and thrashing around in her grip. "Leggo o' me! Let go! Stop it!"

deadlyblossoms problem is he’s here. He’s just turned into a friggin 6-year old xd

You’re making me want mamasaku with babynaru, stop it

You can HAVE him -pushes him to you-

-picks him up and nuzzles his cheek- cUTIE

"Ewewwww!" Little sticky hands immediately push against her cheek. "Gross! Kisses are gross!" Because that's what it looked like she was going to do. Kiss him. He may crave attention, but he had a reputation to uphold!

deadlyblossoms problem is he’s here. He’s just turned into a friggin 6-year old xd

You’re making me want mamasaku with babynaru, stop it

You can HAVE him -pushes him to you-

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do you ever get to a point in a fandom where you just… ignore canon?

Naruto smiles soon as the other’s lips touch his skin, tilting his head a little so that he could kiss him properly. He was just about to get into it, wanting to raise his good hand to cup Raven’s neck, but then the cold and the sting of the alcohol begged for his attention.

He’s not proud of the screech that escapes his lips when the Vodka seeps into the cut. “What the hell! That hurts!” That was a completely useless comment, but he was not releasing the string of curses he would have otherwise.

He scowls, looking at his hand. Luckily, the pain subsided. “That was kinda mean Rae.. I was enjoyin’ that, yknow?”

As his husband screeches he pulls his mouth away, the reaction not surprising him in the slightest. “You told me you wanted me to do it, so I did. You were distracted were you not? There really was no need for that noise of yours, your efforts could have been focussed elsewhere.” Like in deepening the kiss for example. 

Naruto’s pain tolerance never ceased to surprise Sasuke. For so many times he had doused his own deep cuts and gashes in clear alcohol, and his hand or leg or arm or foot would be trembling with agony as the liquid would sink into his skin. But not Naruto, he seemed barely affected, barely human. “Here.” He pushes his hand back to him. “Take it, keep the pad on there and clean it properly.”

He takes over the pad and does as Raven tells him. The pain had gone from a sharp cutting sting to a dull one, if he focused it wasn't too difficult to think of something else. Like the fact that he'd much rather be kissing Raven again.

Naruto had experience with alcohol in cuts too, though it had been a long time ago, and frankly, he remembered it being way worse than what he was experiencing now.

He scowled a little. "This sucks." blue eyes glanced over at his husband, thinking of possible efforts he could have meant him to focus on. When he came to the most favourable conclusion he grinned lopsidedly. "Can I still put down some effort?" He asked, the initial annoyance about his injury slipped out of his voice upon speaking to his husband. "Promise I'll focus! It'll distract me from my horrible injuries." He leaned in close again and brushed his lips over Sasuke's. "It's your duty, really, as my husband."

The blond pouts. So much for that ploy working out. Then again.. He could just ask for a kiss up front and Raven would probably give one to him. If he was in the mood to do so, anyway. He didn’t seem in a bad mood, nor did he seem too bothered about Naruto hurting himself either. Hm.. Maybe that was reason two for the pouting.

He was already cringing before the pad had even touched his skin, but he shook his head. “Nah, you can do it..” Much as he hated to think about it. Raven probably had enough experience in this area.

“But.. I want that kiss anway, i don’t care if it helps.”

With the cotton pad mere inches from his skin, Sasuke was ready to press it to him when his husband requests that kiss. 

The professional look slips from his expression and he leans down to place a kiss on Naruto’s lips. He misses, slightly, catching the corner of his mouth and then meeting his lips fully with slow, coaxing movements. 

It’s at that moment that he decides to put the vodka soaked pad onto his husband’s hand. 

Naruto smiles soon as the other's lips touch his skin, tilting his head a little so that he could kiss him properly. He was just about to get into it, wanting to raise his good hand to cup Raven's neck, but then the cold and the sting of the alcohol begged for his attention.

He's not proud of the screech that escapes his lips when the Vodka seeps into the cut. "What the hell! That hurts!" That was a completely useless comment, but he was not releasing the string of curses he would have otherwise.

He scowls, looking at his hand. Luckily, the pain subsided. "That was kinda mean Rae.. I was enjoyin' that, yknow?"

“Kisses will do nothing of the sort.” He tells him in the most straightforward manner. He steps to his dresser and pulls out the first drawer which was always full of medical supplies. Bandages, astringents, band aids, lotions for bruises and cuts, a whole array of things. He pulls out an anaesthetic ointment and a roll of bandages along with some cotton pads and a few pins. 

“You know this is going to hurt.” He says as a cotton pad soaks up the liquid and he holds it over his husband’s wound. The bloody tissues are set aside. “Would you wish to do it yourself?” 

Oh, by the way. That clear liquid is actually pure vodka. It will hurt. 

The blond pouts. So much for that ploy working out. Then again.. He could just ask for a kiss up front and Raven would probably give one to him. If he was in the mood to do so, anyway. He didn’t seem in a bad mood, nor did he seem too bothered about Naruto hurting himself either. Hm.. Maybe that was reason two for the pouting.

He was already cringing before the pad had even touched his skin, but he shook his head. “Nah, you can do it..” Much as he hated to think about it. Raven probably had enough experience in this area.

“But.. I want that kiss anway, i don’t care if it helps.”