Rosebunse

SO, here's a little something to help me get out of the rut given to me by my mpreg thing. I hope you really like it. I know it's going to be multiple chapters, so get ready for some fun and be kind and comment. I, like 90% of everybody else on the site, can't draw pictures and sell my pictures because apparently I suck, comments and critiques are my lifeblood. Don't cut off my lifeblood!!! The doctor said he should go home. It would be good for him to be in a normal, familiar setting, they said. Just keep him in a secure, peaceful environment and away from large groups of people. Just give him the medicine at the right times and keep him f

Chapter 4, so please comment and enjoy! And comment, because if you don't, well, I MAY not decide to keep writing. But really, how am I writing? On a scale of 1 to 10, how am I compared to other fanon writers here? When he awoke, he found Kakashi sitting cross-legged not three feet away. In his hands was a tray, upon which sat a cup of water and a bowl of brown, thick soup. Its savory smell wafted down to him, reminding him of his hunger. It also triggered five hard kicks to the side of his liver and what he thought was a punch to his rib. He groaned, didn't want to get up. He pulled the blanket closer around him and tried to move into a mo

Here is Chapter 3 folks! Hope you all enjoy and comment! COMMENT or mutant/demonic angel witches will come from the Netherverse and consume your soul and raise play your X-Box until it overheats and use all of your X-Box Live points on something really, really stupid. He kept his mind blank, tried not to think beyond the need to breathe and eat. All thoughts led back to his enlarged gut. His swollen ankles and feet. His aching back and ribs. His headache, his hunger, his bladder. But he said not a word to Kabuto, who pulled and dragged him all the way. This silence from his patient made the "doctor" fairly upset. If not for the growing life

Here's Chapter 2 to my Sasuke M-Preg fanfic. I've been getting a lot of views, so it seems like a lot of people really like it. Honestly, I never thought poorly written short stories about hot, effeminate men forcibly impregnated by creepy pedophiles would be popular with young women, but what do I know? After dinner, Kabuto told him it was time for his nightly exam. Tonight was no different. Sasuke, with Kabuto waiting patiently, laid himself flat on his back on the bed, keeping his abdomen and lower belly exposed. Once he was as comfortable as he could be, Kabuto, with a smile on his white, scaled face, would begin by carefully gliding hi

Here's Chapter 5 of "Play Time For Sasuke". Hope you all love it :3 The boy's day consisted of sleep, small feedings, changing of clothes and bathing. Between these, Itachi did what he could to relieve his suffering. He told him about his last "mission", fed up to Madara's lie. Because what else could he do? Sasuke was too fragile now. He seemed so small, so tiny and infantile; even in the small cot he had been provided, he seemed to be enveloped by the comforter and pillow. Itachi feared touching him for fear of accidently breaking his bones, hurting him. But he had to touch him, carry him to the tub Madara brought in for his nightly bath.

Play Time #4 Here is chapter 4! Hope everyone likes it and everything. Comments are very important to me, so feel free to give and give! Naruto and all of its characters and concepts do not belong to me. The man was constrained by the roots that ran through-out the complex. There he hung, like some grotesque puppet by the white roots which wrapped around his cold body. He did not look, did not twitch in anger or despair as Madara entered with a loud rattle of the door. He, like many of the others, had stopped making any sound. Even to Madara, the defeated silence weighed down like an oppressive summer's air. All acknowledgement he gave to

He felt nauseous. In his mind, his stomach swung around and around in irregular circles. His head pounded, complete with a rapid beat against his right temple. He had tried several different positions for sleep, but none relieved the worsening cramp in his lower back. This was the second month, coming into the third. For the past month he had been sick nearly every day. None of the pills had helped and he wouldn't give him anything stronger. For the past month he had felt like a hobby. His "condition"-he now hated the word and loathed all who used it-made him an interesting spectacle to behold. He felt his stomach squeeze, almost didn't make

Here is Chapter 3 of Play Time For Sasuke! Please feel free to comment and give constructive criticism. In his dream, he was home. He was in his bed; Mommy was holding his hand gently stroking her hand through his hair. She was humming and telling him that it was all okay, that Mommy was here and that everything would be better soon. Itachi told him about school, showed him the different weapons and how to use them. He felt happy and secure, even with the weakness in his legs and the sore throat. Then the dream ended and he was back where he had fallen asleep. He was on his side where Uncle-Madara- had left him. Dried, brown vomit was crust

Here's Chapter 2 of Play Time For Sasuke! Please be nice and comment :3 Sasuke woke up to a coughing fit. It wasn't long before they were hacks and wheezes.  He tried to call out, to call for help, but all that came out was phlegm tinged with red. He couldn't breathe; every futile gulp for air brought with it more coughing, more tightening of his chest and throat. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe or move save for the coughing. Now he was crying, half screaming for someone to hear him. He rolled onto his side best he could with what little strength he still possessed and continued with the fit. ITACHI! ITACHI IT HUTRS! MAKE IT STOP! He cou

This is my first fanfiction ever! It's about what I see happening after Sasuke is synced to Gedo Mezo Play-time Chapter 1 The boy was broken, no better than a doll now. He had to be carried everywhere now. He had to be fed now, and changed and soothed. He had been told that it wouldn't hurt, that it would be fine. Now he twisted and turned in his sleep and begged for Mommy. Sometimes even in his waking hours the boy would cry for Mommy or Itachi, would beg to go home and he didn't want to play anymore. If his play-time had been especially painful, then he would ask for Daddy. Of course, if Daddy could not be found, then he would scream for