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Can u write smut of Tsunade punishing fem! reader with her strap, thanks!!

hey YES I WILL DO THIS!

sorry i just have been super busy and haven’t had a chance to sit down and write! i will work on it tomorrow and hopefully get it done >:33

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naughty - tsunade

a/n: this was an anonymous request that was made a few days ago, and i just have been super busy! i am getting ready to move into a new place next week so between work and packing it has been messy lol. this is also slightly rushed and unedited, so sorry in advance !!

pairing: tsunade x fem! reader

genre: smut

warnings: use of strap-on, degradation, praise, submissive reader, cursing, slightly rough sex, edging, orgasm denial, hair pulling, face fucking (vagina, receiving)/ oral (giving), spanking

It was your fault you ended up like this, really.

You had been so fucking eager, jumping up and bouncing your pretty tits, just at the thought of helping some low ranked kunoichi with whatever mundane bullshit Tsunade had assigned her to.

Most of your days consisted of visiting Tsunade in her office at Hokage Tower to eat lunch with her, read a book on her small sofa, or help her manage her stress by letting her play with your pretty little pussy atop her solid wood desk.

The work day was nearly over when a newly promoted kunoichi arrived, just as you were getting ready to leave and head back to your shared home to get dinner ready. She was fumbling over her words, eyes trailing over your form in your cropped tank top and tight fitting leggings. It was just some paperwork, some stupid fucking paperwork Tsunade probably could've given to a bird and it could've done it better.

When you offered to help her, Tsunade could see the saliva pooling in her mouth, watched the way her eyes trailed over your clothed ass and pussy as you bent down to gather your things. Just the thought of it had her steaming all over again.

As soon as she got home she was grabbing you, pushing you against the wall, eyes gleaming dangerously. In no time at all, she was sat on the couch with her legs spread wide as you tongued her cunt.

"Hmm, what's that? You're sorry?"

She felt you moan against her pussy as her fingers gripped your hair tighter, pressing your tongue closer against her clit. This is what you deserved, to be shown exactly who you belong to since you wanted to behave like such a slut.

You were so obedient, lapping at her pussy with such vigor she couldn't resist the shake in her legs. Your eyes were rolling back at her taste, losing your breath as you pleased her. No matter if you had upset her or otherwise, you loved her pussy. Pleasing Tsunade was one of the most important things to you in your relationship, especially sexually.

Arousal was practically dripping down your thighs through your panties as Tsunade hissed and moaned through her teeth, unable to deny the way your warm spit felt sliding down her folds.

Her hips were bucking up, stuttering as she cursed and moved your head with her hands, using your mouth to please her and move her closer to her orgasm.

Your tongue moved with muscle memory, swiping and curling and circling in the way you knew she would fold under.

The knot was building in Tsunade's stomach, her release creeping up on her as her thighs began to close around your head. Her chest was heaving, her spare hand grasping desperately at her breasts as she moaned out. Sparing a glance to you between her knees, your hazing eyes were already gazing up at her, shining with desire and practically begging her to cum on your tongue.

Part of her wanted, no needed the orgasm, to make you please her in a way she knew that woman would never even dream of experiencing. Another part knew how pussy drunk you got, knew how much it meant for you to get her off, and how much you wanted to make her cum.

Gritting her teeth and holding her breath, she pulled you away from her cunt, twitching at the loss of sensation as your gasps hit her wet, aching pussy.

"W-Why-"

"You don't get to make me cum," she hissed. She stood, slick sticking to her inner thighs as she grabbed your arm and pulled you up to her feet.

"Get in the bedroom, now."

Whining in your haze, your trembling legs moved you into your shared bedroom, Tsunade close behind you as she began to shed the rest of her clothing.

The sight of her bare breasts, so swollen, her nipples pink and hard, so ready for you to wrap your lips around and grab at, to squeeze.

"On the bed, bend over. I wanna see your dirty pussy spread for me."

You took no time to obey, stripping your pants off and crawling on the bed. Collapsing forward, you reached between your legs to pry your soaked panties from your cunt, arousal leaking from your folds.

Tsunade rustled in the bedside drawer next to you, choosing between her options on what would break you the quickest.

Finally she settled on the thick, long, purple colored strap the two of you had only used once. Usually she opted for a vibrator, or a rabbit, but something just screamed that you needed to be fucked back into your place.

She adjusting the straps to ensure it wouldn't fall off as she stepped behind you. The fire ignited again in her stomach as she gazed at your leaking pussy, so desperate for her to fuck you the way you deserved to be. It wouldn't be long before you were crying out her name, begging her to let you cum.

"Want me to fuck you, huh? Or you wanna ask that woman you were all over if she will? You think she could fuck you like I can?"

Tsunade teased your pussy with the tip of the strap, watching your thighs begin to tremble as you whined out in protest of her words, gasping as she caught your clit and positioned herself to enter your aching hole.

"No sh-she can't, please, need you to fuck me, Tsunade please-"

Wasting no more time, Tsunade used your wetness to slide into you, almost feeling your warm, tight pussy wrap around her strap. You cried out as she entered you, offering you momentary release from the tension building from the sheer anticipation of the moment.

"Oh Kami, yes-"

You were already drooling, eyes rolling back into your head as your hair fell over your face, back arching as Tsunade's hand spread up your spine.

"That's right baby, taking it so good." She cooed, a cruel smile coming across her face as she pulled out, diving straight back into your pussy, quicker, deeper.

Crying out, you were gripping the sheets, pulling, twisting, writhing as Tsunade began to pound into you, bullying you with her strap, the smooth surface sliding against your walls. The stretch from the thickness was making your eyes water, your pussy clamping down around it.

"Go on baby, beg me for it huh?"

Your stomach was twisting, words tumbling out of your mouth incoherently as you begged Tsunade for something, anything.

Her hand came down across the flesh of your ass, making you jump. The soft skin on her hand soothed the spot, until she reared her hand back and brought it back down to strike your bare skin again.

"Please, please Tsunade.. Can't take it, more please!"

Tsunade grinned as slid out of you, carefully turning you onto your back.

You looked so pretty, chest heaving, hair sprawled around your head, like a halo. You might've as well been an angel with the way you sung her name, your lips swollen, eyes teary.

"Shh, baby.. I'm just getting started."

<3 <3 <3

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Can u write smut of Tsunade punishing fem! reader with her strap, thanks!!

hey YES I WILL DO THIS!

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It had been several days of training with Itachi each morning. It was almost always the same routine- physical conditioning for endurance, strength and agility, then a one-on-one spar with him until she was unable to hold her sword any longer. 

She had easily slipped into this routine, like she was always a kunoichi. Callouses had returned to her previously dainty hands, hair pulled back and tucked away, throwing kunai and stars on her person at all times. Familiarity seeped into her fingertips every time she touched the smooth metal. 

Kiyoko had been adjusting better than Hime could've hoped. She had made some friends with a few of the market people, and would often bring home treats for Hime. A light had been instilled in her in a way that Hime had never had the opportunity to see in her previous life. Kiyoko was more outspoken, more animated, and more open with Hime since she no longer served as a lady in waiting. It was refreshing to see her true personality. 

Hideki had remained persistent, and he had followed Kiyoko home while making conversation at some point, so he had taken it upon himself to begin showing up at their door at any time he pleased in an effort to see Hime. He was relentless in his attempts to win Hime over. If it wasn't flowers it was desserts, or jewelry, or letters, or even a much too revealing kunoichi outfit that was thrown into the depths of her closet the minute she shut the door behind him. 

Despite these changes, she remained focused- on guard. At any moment, something could change. She didn't remember every single detail of her past life, so she had no clue what could arise. Along with that, she didn't know what sort of consequences her actions would have upon her in this life. Since she had brought Kiyoko with her and hadn't fallen in love with Hideki so quickly, she didn't know where her life was going to take her. Those had seemed to be some of the most significant events in her life. 

On the other hand, today was the day she was to meet the elusive Kakashi Hatake. Since she had told Itachi of her situation, he had stoically suggested having her spar with Kakashi, only for the sake of training of course. 

As the days were counting down to the Uchiha Massacre, Itachi was growing fonder of Hime. She was strong, a quick learner. She knew what she wanted, and was sure of herself. These were traits he didn't find much of in others, especially in the people he was unfortunately surrounded with. The least he could do was get her started on her goal, or whatever it is that she needed Kakashi for.

"He won't kill you," Itachi said. Hime's whole body was shaking, vibrating with nervousness at the thought of meeting Kakashi. Technically, she would be meeting one of the deadliest men in Konoha, perhaps even the world. Kakashi's reputation certainly proceeded him. 

"I feel like there is some nuance to that statement." Hime's voice was wavering, trembling in sync with the rest of her body. She had very few instances of Kakashi and his presence in her past life. In fact, he and his genin team were often on missions that took them outside of the village. Quite a rowdy bunch, if she remembered correctly.

Itachi's lips twitched into a small grin under his mask, quickly dropping from his face as he returned to his stoic facade. "I'm sure you'll be just fine."

Much to Hime's surprise, Itachi had proven to be a useful ally in the short amount of time she had been in Konoha, even more so after hearing her outlandish tale about coming from the future. Which was true, of course. 

A thought came to Hime's mind, briefly easing her anxiety about Kakashi as a separate wave washed over her. It had been ten days since she had became a resident in Konoha, and in four short more days, devastation would come across the Uchiha clan. As if sensing her train of thought, Itachi let out a breath, turning his attention to the entrance of the training grounds. 

Perhaps the main reason Itachi was willing to bring Kakashi into these session was because he knew he wouldn't have much longer to spend time sparring and training with Hime. It was likely that Kakashi would be taking over during the interim while they decide whether or not they were going to advance Hime beyond genin. After all, he was going to get his first team from the graduating genin class. This was just an easier way to introduce them before Kakashi inevitably made a bad impression on her with his poor time management and attitude. In fact, he told Kakashi to meet them at the training grounds three-hours in advance, just so they didn't have to wait as long. 

The only reason he knew this was going to work out, introducing Kakashi and Hime in a less.. intimidating manner, was because Kakashi was not coming under his ANBU Black Ops persona. He would be the normal, off-putting and uninterested angsty young man Itachi had always known him to be. 

Distant footsteps snapped Hime out of her head, returning her body to its state of edge and panic, though she was completely safe. Well, at least she hoped she was. Who knows, maybe Itachi actually had some evil criminal come to take her out since she knew about his plan. 

"It's about time. You were nearly half an hour later than you usually are." Hime followed Itachi's gaze, breath catching in her throat as she caught sight of him. 

He was different than she remembered seeing him before, his hair was shorter, falling in front of his face. He looked younger, besides the fact that he literally was, his gaze was eased, stance relaxed as he approached. Hime remembered him differently, much more dreary eyed. 

"Yeah, yeah. Be glad I even showed up. I just remembered that I owed you, so consider my debt repaid." Hime's heart was drumming in her chest, taking in the sight of him. Kakashi still covered his eye, still wore a mask over his nose and mouth, still spoke with the same timbre, however slightly less mature than she had known. 

"Kakashi Hatake, this is Hime Sakanoue. You'll be training with myself and her for the next couple of days to get her ready for her chunin examination." 

The world seemed to slow as Kakashi's gaze slid from Itachi to Hime, his single eye meeting her own as he acknowledged her. It was like Hime was standing on the edge of a cliff, and the cliff was whether or not Kakashi decided to tolerate Hime or obliterate her. Though, that thought seemed to be a bit extreme. 

"Kind of old to be training to be a chunin, no?"

Suddenly, the possibilities of the man Kakashi was going to be crashed and burned in front of her, drowned out by the single sentence he's spoken to her in her new life. 

Hime narrowed her eyes, putting a hand on her hip and trying to keep herself composed. It seemed with the regression in her age, the ability to hold back her tongue also regressed, leading to some quite petty remarks every now and again. "Says the man with the gray hair."

"It's genetics." Kakashi's tone seemed unimpressed, stopping just feet away from her and Itachi. "Are the bad manners and poor time management also genetic or did you learn that in your chunin training?"

Kakashi's eye narrowed slightly, and Itachi sighed, cutting the tension in the air. "Will both of you behave? This will not be the only time you two ever have to be around each other. It couldn't hurt for you to try and get along." 

Hime clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. She knew Itachi was right, that she was going to have to at least tolerate Kakashi. She just never thought the man she was supposed to 'save' would be such a..

"Should we get started with this then? I don't have all day."

Itachi hummed, seemingly debating in his head as Hime awaited some sort of response from either of them. On one hand, he could completely observe Hime if he had her spar with Kakashi, allowing him to critique her moves and give her notes to improve. But, if he has her spar against him, it would give Kakashi a chance to evaluate her current level and give a different perspective than his own.

"How about we try this little exercise I just learned," Kakashi reached into his pocket and pulled out a bell on a string. Hime furrowed her brows, glancing at Itachi. "Didn't you-?"

Kakashi cut her off, throwing the bell into the air and catching it in his palm. "If you can take this bell from me, you win. Fail, you lose. Sound fair?"

Itachi nodded in agreement, turning around and moving towards the edge of the training ground. "So what, I just have to get the bell from you? No sketchy jutsus or clones? Because I'm not sure if I'm ready to deal with all of that."

Kakashi let out a sigh, clipping the bell to his waist and putting his hands at his sides. 

"Let's begin."

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It had been nearly three hours since Kakashi had challenged Hime to take his precious bell from him. 

Three hours of twisting and turning, running and dodging, striking and hitting. Hime's whole body ached, but she wasn't ready to give up yet, and she wasn't ready to risk giving up and ruining her reputation with a man she was fated to be somehow involved with in exchange for her life. 

She was sweating and breathing heavily, but admittedly doing much better off than when she began with Itachi. It would've been less than a whole hour before she gave up a when she started a week ago, so it seemed she was quickly gaining more skills, though she wasn't sure if it was more than she had previously. Something about training with Itachi and Kakashi felt much more intense than the training she endured previously, but maybe this was because she was working with less distractions that before. 

Hime leaped forwards towards Kakashi, ready to strike him again, using one hand to go for his face and the other to try and grasp the bell, when suddenly he was gripping her arms and flipping her forward. 

Landing rather softly on the ground, Hime groaned and laid her head against the dirt, sprawling out on the training ground. 

"Well, you didn't do a completely terrible job. Still surprised the Hokage even decided to let you train as a kunoichi." Kakashi's words went almost unnoticed as Hime laid panting, lungs expanding so loudly his voice was faint, even right next to her. 

"You did better than I expect, Hime. Well done." Itachi stepped up beside Kakashi, gazing down at Hime through his mask. She pretended that the both of them said kinder things, that they were proud of her, because if she didn't, she wasn't sure she would be able to stand and walk home for the night. How embarrassing would it be for her to be dragged back home by a thirteen year old boy?

"Don't get a big head, you still failed." Kakashi dangled the small bell in front of her face, and this time, Hime could hear it clearly. She swung her hand lazily at it, closing her eyes with a sigh as he pulled it away and tucked it into his pocket. 

By now, the sun had began to graze the horizon, illuminating the tree tops and creating shadows in the sky as birds flew home, going to their nest. The air was crisp, fall was coming. 

Hime paid no mind as Itachi and Kakashi shared a small conversation, feeling the cool grass tickle against her next as her breathing slowed and her heart rate calmed. Though her clothes were sticking to her skin from her copious amounts of sweat, her hair was much looser than she originally left the house with, and her clothes with caked in dirt, she was content with the way the session had gone down. 

"Hime, we can end it here today. Kakashi, you can escort her home."

Eyes snapping open, Hime tried to push herself to sit up, but found herself with barely enough energy to lift her head. "No way, I can make it myself."

"See? She doesn't need any help. We can meet again tomorrow."

Hime's eye twitched as Kakashi turned around and began on his way. Itachi sighed, turning back to Hime. While she was sure he was strong enough to carry her back to her apartment, and he knew where she lived already, she wasn't sure her pride was ready for that. 

"Kakashi will carry you home, he still owes me another favor."

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FUCK ICE, free palestine, free congo, FUCK trump, FUCK musk, no one is illegal on stolen land, and if u disagree, FUCK YOU TOO!!!

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I am spoiling the live action Lilo & Stitch. And I am doing it up front and plainly.

Do not fucking see this movie. Do not waste your money on this. Period.

They made Nani give Lilo up to the American government. They made Nani LEAVE Hawaii and pursue being a marine biologist. They made a native Hawaiian character give up her sibling to pursue a dream that she originally did not have. This is imperialist propaganda at its FINEST.

The original fucking movie is about family staying together. It's about indigenous people being able to stay with each other and stay in their home and be together! That's the whole fucking point! Nani is Lilo's last living relative on her homeland—it is jarring, it is disgusting and disturbing that Nani would not only leave her last blood relative alone, give her up to the very government that is harming native Hawaiians TODAY, but also travel to the "mainland" for her dream!

Not to mention, Nani's actress isn't fucking Hawaiian. She's much paler in photos and real life. They fucking darkened her for this movie.

Don't even get me started on the transgender subtext of Pleakley's "human" disguise from the original movie being completely erased in favor of him being played by a regular ass white man. Jumba doesn't have his accent, they made him more villainous, and his "human" disguise is a non-fat white man—which part of his original joke, I know, is that he was bigger and was more clumsy in the movie because of his size, but to have the main shape of his character completely removed is also fucking weird.

This live action movie is a desecration to the original. I encourage you to not see it, please. Don't give Disney any of your money on this one. Just watch the original. Please just watch the original.

The new message in the live action movie is disturbing and gross.

This is one of the most disrespectful live actions I've seen and heard of. I implore you to not watch it.

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bf is gone which means i can write porn in peace mwahahahahaaa

also sorry been SWAMPED with uni work 💔 interior architecture is not for the weak

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he's cute as hell i'm so mad cr. namuspromised

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HOW could no one tell me that i was calling itachi fox instead of WEASEL

i knew something felt odd when i was rereading to write the next chapter but WTF GUYS can’t believe this

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u deserve it this fic was so cute!!

AHHHHH i can't believe heads up hit 1k notes 🥲🥲🥲 thank you all so much for everyone that read and loved my first series!!! it's genuinely my favourite thing i've ever written and i'm so happy so many people loved it

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SIX. love like yours - kakashi hatake

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Itachi had wasted no time in leading Hime to the training grounds. He had been kind enough to jog more slowly than Hime knew was capable of an ANBU Black Ops member, so she was able to keep up with him. Her first test, she presumed. 

It took only a few minutes before they arrived, standing in a empty grass field. There were no training dummies, or weapons, or hidden guards, or really anything of any kind. In fact, the lack of equipment and personnel had Hime on edge. She knew very well that Itachi could kill her at any moment if he really tried, and she had basically thrown herself in front of the wolf. 

"So, what is this about enforcing my training? I thought Lord Hokage had approved my training." 

Itachi had stood a few feet away, back turned towards Hime, unmoving at her inquiry. The silence was unsettling. The only sounds in the air was the quiet rustling of the grass, blades dancing along each other as the wind moved between them, like a symphony for the insects living among it. 

"I'm not sure why you came here, nor do I care to learn why. But know this," he turned around just enough to see eye-to-eye with Hime, a red glimmer peeking through the holes of his mask. "If you have any intention of threatening the lives of the Hokage and the people of this village, you will be dealt with, by my hand no less."

Itachi's voice was low, stare unwavering as he turned his body again, fully facing Hime this time. Although Hime knew she had no ill intent, her body was still reacting, hands trembling, heart pounding in her ears. She knew that Itachi would stage a coup, and end up leaving and betraying his village. Even so, here he was, two weeks prior, teeth bared like a growling dog at the thought that this stranger might be a threat to anyone and everyone. 

Despite her nerves, Hime gave a slight smirk, wobbling at the corners. "I wouldn't have my death any less honorable, lest it came from a hand that was not your own."

Again, silence. The cool evening breeze was calming the frightful heat that was washing over Hime's skin, allowing her to relax once she realized Itachi had not planned to kill her after all. Though it felt like an eternity since they had arrived to the training grounds, the sun was still sitting upon the horizon, golden and spreading light over the village. 

"I have no ill intent in Konoha." Hime said. "I simply wish to start a new life for myself, away from my father and my past." She stared into the trees, the sunlight washing over the leaves. Hime could see why Konoha was named the way it was. Green and yellowing flora was wavering, glimmering, shining under the sun. Truly the most beautiful sight in Konoha had to offer was the dense forests.

Itachi was silent, still. He had said nothing since Hime had responded to his threat, made no move, eyes had not left her. He was waiting for something, anticipating an attack or for Hime to announce that it had all been a lie, and that she had planned to kill the Hokage and take over the village all along. He had never been one to trust so easily. 

At last, he turned his gaze to the trees as well, expression hidden under his white mask. "You will meet me here tomorrow morning, after sunrise. We will begin physical conditioning before you train. If you have a weapon of choice, bring it. Otherwise, we will prioritize hand-to-hand combat."

Hime grinned, looking over at Itachi. She knew training would be hell, like it was the last time she had become a shinobi in Konoha. But, she was excited this time. 

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The night had gone and went, with Kiyoko scolding Hime for leaving so abruptly and going to the market alone. Though it wasn't so bad with the stew and rice that Kiyoko had prepared for dinner that night. 

Hime couldn't sleep. She was tossing and turning, anticipating the next morning. Luckily, when her and Kiyoko had fled, the clothing she had purchased to last the journey to Konohagakure would also double as clothing for training. Flexible, comfortable, easily washable. She wouldn't have to be worried about it tearing upon the slightest movement. And luckily, she was still young and flexible from the frequent walks she would take in the family garden. So she would be fine, training wouldn't wear her out too much. 

But of course, she was wrong. 

Itachi had been the one to begin her training today, true to his word. Except Hime had no idea what she was getting into. Fortunately, she had never had to face him in battle in her past life. She would've surely lost in mere minutes. 

Though he was fast, precise, and quite elegant in his attacks, he was also strong in his defense. It took just a couple of hours for Hime to ease back into the movements of a shinobi, twisting and turning, ducking and jumping, running and dodging. She might've even thrown in some flips and tricks with her dual blades. 

The lone blade of Itachi's katana was truly beautiful, likely given to him when he was admitted into the ANBU Black Ops. It was clean and polished, unmarked from the occasional clash with Hime's blades. His reputation certainly proceeded him, even as young as he was. 

The sun had risen to it's highest point in the sky when Itachi finally stood up straight, sheathing his blade. Hime was dripping with sweat, hair sticking to her neck and face, heart pounding in her chest as she kept her breathing steady. With a moment of silence, wherein she remained on guard as Itachi drew closer to her, walking seemingly unthreateningly towards her, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bell. 

"You may put your blades away." Hime did so slowly, eyes trained on Itachi's smaller form, cautious of his every move. She didn't feel like he would hurt her, or kill her even, but she had no idea what to expect from his training. 

Something shifted in Itachi's expression the moment she sheathed her swords, though she couldn't tell with the mask on his face. His eyes narrowed, finally expressing what he first thought when they began sparring after the sun had risen. "You do not fight like someone who has never trained to become a shinobi."

Hime's heart jumped in her chest. Of course, why didn't she think about this sooner? A person completely new to combat would have no knowledge of any sort of attacking or defending positions or strategies. As discreet as she had been with Kiyoko and her dearly beloved ex-husband Hideki, hiding her knowledge and plans, she had slipped up so easily. A rookie mistake if there ever was one. 

For a moment, Itachi just stared at her through his mask. She had nearly jumped out of her skin when he called her out, and now she just stared at him with this look in her eyes, the look of a lie waiting to be unearthed. 

"So tell me again," Itachi tucked the bell back into his pocket, changing his plan of following Kakashi's newly developed training technique. Now that he had discovered that Hime was in fact lying about something, he was determined to get it out of her. Was it possible that she knew about the coup? That she had come to spy on him, to stop him? As desperately as he wanted someone to stop him, he knew she couldn't. Though she had some skill, she didn't have nearly enough to stop him if she tried. 

She was truthful in their conversation the day before, about not having any plans for the destruction of Konoha. What was it that was so worth hiding?

"I don't know what to tell you without you thinking I'm insane, or threatening my life." Hime managed to utter some words out of her shocked nervous system, brain going haywire at the thought of actually saying the words she had refused to say to herself out loud since she had been given a second chance at this life. 

"Unless you pose a danger to Konoha, I care little for killing you. I would only do so should the Hokage direct it." Itachi said. His ponytail was swaying gently in the wind, sun illuminating the fox mask on his face. Hime wondered what he looked like as a child. Did he still have baby fat on his cheeks? Had he lost all of his baby teeth yet? How could a child so young take on such a daunting task?

It was taking all of her internal willpower to get the words out. I'm reliving my life, I know what you will do in two weeks, and I know who you really are. So many things she could say to prove herself, but how many of them have the potential to put her life in danger? If she told Itachi she knew about the coup, even though he had said he had no desire to kill her, would he? To prevent her from spreading it, from changing the future?

"I was sent back in time," she blurted out, eyes widening. That was not at all where she had wanted to start this conversation. 

Itachi's eyes narrowed beneath his mask, his guard raising. "Sent back?"

Swallowing and steeling herself for Itachi to either completely dismiss her and call her crazy, or for him to end her life with his bare hands the very next moment, she nodded. "Yes, reincarnated. Well, not really reincarnated, but I was? I'm reliving my life, but I have already died."

At this point, Hime was just trying to grasp the words coming out of her own mouth. She was murmuring to herself as Itachi said nothing, just staring. After a couple of tense moments, he spoke again. "So you have been to Konoha before."

"Yes. So far most things have been the same, I came straight here when I learned about my father wanting to sell me off to some weird old guy and picked up Hideki even though he is literally evil," Hime was about to go off on some tangent about how her life would go when Itachi's blade swung past her face, the tip lodging into the dirt. She gasped, face snapping towards Itachi who held the sword stoically. 

"So you know."

That I'm going to kill my entire family. That I am going to be branded a traitor to Konoha. That you will never see me again. As much as Itachi knew this was a secret to be kept, to be honored, a duty that must be carried out regardless of whatever he felt, he had the smallest desire for someone to know- to know that he was not bad, that he did not want to kill his family. That more than anything, he wanted this political nonsense to end. 

"Yes.. but I do not know why." Hime watched as Itachi slowly withdrew his blade from the earth, pulling it to his side and turning his head. If she could see underneath his mask, she would see the micro expression, his pain. 

Hime was beginning to worry that he really would kill her, so she took a small step back. "I won't tell anyone. I don't even know if what I'm doing will prevent my fate, I just don't want to die the same way. And.." Kakashi. She had to save him. Was this part of fate's cruel test? Was Itachi planning something to hurt him during the massacre? 

"Are you going to hurt Kakashi Hatake?"

Itachi looked at her again. What could she want with Kakashi? As far as he was aware, they had never even met each other, and he would know, since he'd been surveilling her since she arrived in Konoha. 

"No," he said, turning his back and starting towards the path of the training grounds, where the entrance would be. "Training is over today. Go home."

Hime could only watch as he left, heart still beating in her chest like the pounding of drums. She had revealed her secret to Itachi, including the fact that she knew of his plan, and he had just.. left? 

What was she going to do now?

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[smh-yoon]

YOU HAVE A PLUSH OF THEM | SMAU

ೃ⁀➷ tsukishima, bokuto, oikawa, hinata, kuroo

[smh-yoon]

operation: does tsukki like (y/n)?

hinata never meant to hit you in the face. it just... happened. you were walking into the gym holding a bag of clean uniforms when one of his spikes when extremely out of hand and instead of aiming for tsukishima's block, the ball landed on your face with a loud "smack!".

the ball ricocheted off your face with a thud and you stumbled backwards, your hands clutching your nose.

"oh my, (y/n)!" hinata panicked, running over to your side, but before he could even reach you, a large hand grabbed his shoulder and pushed him away.

"move," hinata stopped at the sight of tsukishima crouched beside you, his hands grabbing the back of your neck to check any possible injures with a look of actual concern, deep frown of his brows and eyes looking all over your face. "does it hurt anywhere? let me see your nose."

everybody in the gym blinked. even the first years who were scared of tsukishima were whispering about it: about the fact that he, the oh so stoic and angry tsukishima kei was softly checking on you, the sweet and lovely manager. tsukishima never talked to people like... that. he barely looked like he cared about anything or anyone but there he was, touching your face like you were made of the most precious material of the world.

hinata turned around, walking outside the gym as if he had just discovered the most scandalous secret.

tsukishima likes (y/n).

does he? well, he doesn’t know for sure! but that was something!

and so, the operation: does tsukki like (y/n)? was born. well, after a few text messages to a group he made without you or tsukki of course, texting everything to his three other friends that had missed practice today because of math tutoring.

step one: gather reinforcements.

that same night, an emergency meeting was scheduled in kageyama's house with kageyama, yamaguchi and yachi.

"i need to find out if tsukki actually likes her," hinata stated, hands on his hips as he tried to find ways to possibly catch the couple together.

"i mean... is that really necessary?" kageyama added, looking at a youtube video on his phone. "i don't think they are dating."

"why?"

"(y/n) is too sweet and tsukishima, well... he's my friend but..."

"hey!" yachi said. "tsukishima is great. he's smart and tall, i'm sure a lot of girls want to date him."

"yeah, but... (y/n)? i don't know..."

"he was acting sooooo weird when she got hit," hinata explained, trying to reenact tsukishima's worried face, which mostly looked like a bad impression of a wild animal. "and! i keep seeing them together!"

"they go to the same class, they have been friends for years and they live in the same neighborhood."

"i don't know, hinata..." yamaguchi talked for the first time. "i don't know, tsukki has always taken care of us in his own special way... he cares about us equally i think."

"maybe the best thing wse could do is ask?"

"yeah, no." hinata shook his head. "i would rather die than suffer the anger of tsukishima."

"what about (y/n), yachi?" yamaguchi turned to look at the girl. "you are best friends after all."

"we never talk about that so asking about it would be weird."

"the best thing we can do is to let it go, maybe you're just exaggerating, hinata." kageyama said, leaving his phone behind and grabbing a ball from the floor. "up for some practice outside?"

step tw- wait, there is no step two.

a few days after the incident, hinata had already forgotten about it and did not bother the others with the topic again.

after practice that friday, kageyama had one simple goal: grab his english notebook from the volleyball club room and go home to watch a match on tv.

easy, right?

no.

as he approach the club room, he heard voices from inside. he barely paid attention at first—there were other clubs having activities on the rooms next to theirs, but when he reached the door and pushed it open, he froze.

because his mind was about to explode.

there, standing in the middle of the room were two of his friends—way too close for just friends.

tsukishima had one hand resting on (y/n)’s waist, his other arm loosely wrapped around her back. and you? you were even worse! one of your hands was buried in tsukishima’s hair while the other one was… UNDER HIS SHIRT? WHILE KISSING HIM??????

WHAT.

kageyama’s soul left his body, he needed to leave and try to erase the mental image of his friends kissing but instead—

“HOLY SHIT.”

you yelped, jumping away from tsukishima and hiding yourself in a corner of the room.

tsukishima, on the other hand, was livid. “are you serious?”

kageyama was in shock, his arms flailed like a malfunctioning robot as he pointed at them. “W-WHAT—YOU—”

you were still trying to calm yourself “kageyama, calm down—”

“CALM DOWN?! I JUST SAW—YOU AND TSUKISHIMA— AND YOUR HANDS TOUCHING HIM…” he looked genuinely offended. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”

tsukishima sighed aggressively, rubbing his temples. “use your brain, dumbass. what does it look like?”

kageyama’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. his eyes darted between them, his face growing redder by the second.

“OH MY GOD,” he finally blurted out, shoving his hands into his hair like he was personally betrayed. “THIS IS WORSE THAN I THOUGHT.”

you rolled your eyes. “It’s really not that big of a deal—”

“NOT A BIG DEAL?!” kageyama practically threw himself out of the club room, tripping over his own feet as he ran out like the room was on fire. “I DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO TELL HINATA HE WAS, INDEED, RIGHT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS WHOLE LIFE.”

“what?” you both called after him.

within minutes, hinata’s scream could be heard through the school.

operation: does tsukki like (y/n)? complete. conclusions: they are in love.

[smh-yoon]

going crazy over how husband material osamu is, hear me ouuutttt

tags : fluff, time-skip, f!reader, tattoo , he listens to, he cares , and he cook , i’m thirsting m sorry

osamu would be the type of bestfriend that knows damn well you want him bad but keeps on teasing you and acting clueless just to see how far you can go before you crack

as childhood friends, it was normal for you to be touchy and generally comfortable with each other but it raised his suspicions when you now looked away when he was topless around you. it’s not like you were uncomfortable with it ?

you’ve basically lived your whole life with the miyas, you’ve seen osamu wet the bed as a kid, get rejected by his middle school crush you’ve even witnessed him putting his hand in his pants and scratch his butt, seeing him topless in the comfort of his apartment was a casual thing so why the hell would you look away , did he lose his shape ? no, he still worked out frequently even if he’s not an athlete anymore…

either way osamu always took care for you, he was always so careful when it comes to you , sure he’d playfully hit you here and there but it was nothing you couldn’t handle

just imagine him cooking you a nice heart-warming meal, glancing at you every now and then while you’re sitting on the counter looking like a mess after a long exhausting day , wine glass in hand and rambling your worries away. it really became a ritual for you to swing by his place unannounced after a bad day.

he’d open the door with his signature lazy smile “ya had a bad day?” you finally let you shoulders relax “long story..” he steps back, inviting you in “i got time”.

sometimes osamu gets this weird feeling he can’t explain when he realizes he’s seen you grow into a real woman, it really freaked him tf out when you told him you had your first time with some boy he never heard the name of.

he scolds you after a bad decision for sure , but he’s always there to comfort you right after. SO imagine his surprise when during a drunken confession after you finally listened to him and dumped your toxic bf, you admit to him between sobs that broke his heart into pieces

“why can’t i find a guy that actually likes me—?” your face was buried in his now wet tshirt , his strong arms holding you tight as if they were gonna protect you from feeling hurt, your words were muffled, melting together “why can’t i find someone like you samu…im so jealous of the girl that’s gonna be yours” holy fucking shit how was he so blind to never realize this…

thank god that night was complete blurry in your mind , so when you woke up the day completely hung over and found your beloved best friend making you breakfast with a bed hair and his sleeves rolled up showing off his forearms that you find really hot for some reason , your slight blush was explained.

omfg the day he showed up to your workplace during his break with a well crafted lunch box he made full of delicious onigiris because he listens and he remembers that your annoying coworker kept flaunting her relationship to you and it pissed you off and you wanted to show her that you can pull too

ever since he realized the power he had over you, he wouldn’t stop just picking at you and seeing how far he can go, he was basically testing the waters by stretching until his shirt lifts up, hold eye contact for a lil longer than what he should, and how he praises you don’t get me startedddd

“yer actually pretty decent at this” when you cook dinner with him, “look at ya bein all confident and independent !” when you actually tell the waiter they got your order wrong, “yer pretty distractin’ yk that? that’s kinda dangerous.”

osamu was a pretty touchy guy, not overly cuddly or anything but he did enjoy proximity, he’d usually hold your wrist when passing crowds but for some reason he now held your waist, his touch gentle yet firm on you. istg his hand placement is impeccable

there’s just something about him keeping a hair tie on his wrist for you that’s so endearing, so caring and attentive to your lil daily struggles.

it all happened when you got your first tattoo, he had sent you to his friend whom he deemed good enough to ink your body. he was nervous and excited as if he was the one getting tattooed but that’s mostly because you wanted to keep it a mystery, he knew that when he came home after closing the shop he’d find you there already.

there was just something so intimate about him coming back from work and finding you already at his place , he liked it, he could get use to it.

“ ‘m here !” he yelled out closing the door behind him , analyzing you from head to toe as you pop infront of him with his tshirt and shorts on displaying an almost mischievous smile, his eyebrows creasing as he doesn’t see any trace of a tattoo on your arms or legs, maybe it was on your shoulders?

he plopped down on his couch , man spreading “soo… are ya gonna show me or ?” you happily turn to the side, his eyes widen as you lift up the shirt enough to reveal a sideboob tattoo. he sits up the shock visible on his face “holy shit cmere” you obey him , getting closer for him to get a better look. with a swift motion his arm was now around your hip , pushing you to sit on one of his legs

he clearly recognized his friend’s intricate style, the design cupping the side of your boob, he wanted to admire his work but damn he felt a lil jealous that he worked so close to you. he finally looked at you only now noticing your reddish face

his face was just inches from yours, his previously shocked expression fading as he met your eyes. he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your jaw, and for a split second, everything around you felt quiet, just the two of you in that small space. he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, though, breaking the tension as he nudged you lightly

“didn’t know you had it in ya to do somethin’ like that” he whispered.

before you could answer, his hand found its way to the back of your neck, gently pulling you in. his lips brushed yours, just a soft, teasing touch, before pulling back slightly with that same smirk. “couldn’t resist,” he muttered under his breath, and this time, when he kissed you again, it was longer, deeper—no more teasing, just the feeling of the moment taking over.

i’m currently such a sucker for time skip osamu he’s all i’m thinking about

[smh-yoon]

FIVE. love like yours - kakashi hatake

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Hime had not wasted any time once she had found an apartment for herself and Kiyoko to share, waving Hideki off when he spluttered some nonsense about his unease staying alone in a whole new country. It was a lie, as he had no problem adjusting and going off on his own just after they'd moved to Konoha for the first time. It left a bitter taste in her mouth to think he was likely out doing despicable things while she was alone, trying to get her bearings as she adjusted from having everything to having nothing. 

She had traded in the dowry after the first week of travel, and it would be enough to cover at least a few months of rent for her and Kiyoko. 

Luckily, the place she had chosen, the same complex as her previous life, had enough space for two futons on the bedroom floor, where her and Kiyoko would sleep. There wasn't much to fill the drawers or the closet, and before long, she would need to get a larger wardrobe for herself and Kiyoko. Since the Leaf encountered every season unlike an eternal winter, they would need more versatile options. 

For now, the cozy apartment would have to do. She had entrusted the extra set of keys to Kiyoko and ushered her to use the bath first, even though Kiyoko had protested heavily. It seemed as though she was still insistent on serving Hime. 

After finally convincing Kiyoko to clean herself up, Hime took the time to unload the sealed scroll on the living room floor. There was a few articles of clothing she'd packed, but nothing else of note, aside from an out of fashion robe she must've grabbed by mistake. Wasn't there supposed to be some sort of treasure in here that her father had been desperate to find? 

Reaching into the pile of haphazardly thrown clothing, a small pendant on a thin chain slid onto the floor with a quiet clink. 

The pendant was a purple stone, round and smooth, cased in gold with a gold chain. Hime had never seen it before, but maybe it had fallen out of the small box the dowry came in. It might prove to be useful as a last resort if she needed to pawn it off for money, though she was hopeful Kiyoko would be able to find a job and that she would make money soon enough as a shinobi. 

"Kiyoko, I'm going to run to the market for groceries." A flustered sound of protest came from the bathroom, and Hime let a grin tug at her lips as she heard Kiyoko's hurry to try and get ready. She was already sure Kiyoko would insist to go, which is why she was already standing at the door when she called out again. "I'll be back in the next hour."

Locking the door behind her, Hime glanced at the landscape view she had from her door on the upper floor of the complex. Though it was nothing special, she felt refreshed at the sight of Konoha bustling in the streets. 

Wasting no time, she had curated two full paper backs of groceries that would last her and Kiyoko the next few weeks at least. Grinning at the bread-maker, she bowed her head in gratitude as he stuffed two loaves into one of the bags. 

"Ah, Hime!"

The grin almost immediately fell from her face, and she pretended not to hear Hideki's voice, turning in the other direction from where his voice resounded from. 

"Wait, Hime!" Gritting her teeth, she turned and tried to wipe the unpleasant expression from her face. He had easily caught up to her, grinning and out of breath in his hurry to reach her. "Oh, Hideki. Are you out for the market too?"

There was a small pouch in his hands, and glancing over it briefly, Hime knew it wasn't any groceries. However, she played the naïve act, making her way through the crowd with Hideki at her side. There was no way she was going to lead him to their apartment, even if he could find it some other way. 

"Not really, I was just wondering around when something caught my eye. I managed to find a place to stay, too! I can't believe you wouldn't let me stay with you Hime." He faked a pout, laughing quietly when Hime rolled her eyes. 

"Well, I'm sure neither of us would be comfortable living with you, no offense. You're still a stranger, no?" 

Hideki had gone silent, and it made Hime's stomach twist. This was what happened when he was angry before. He would go deadly silent, would give her this awfully mean look, and if he was feeling up to it, he would say horrible things. She hadn't experienced that yet in this life. 

Turning around, she watched him grin, the corners of his lips twitching as he rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. "Yeah, I guess that's true, huh? I want to know you more, Hime."

A lie, she knew. He would play up his interest in her, ask all sorts of questions, make her feel special with empty words and gifts, and when she fell for him, he would withdraw. A sort of manipulation she would always fall for in the past. She knew better now, was wiser, although now younger.

"I have to start training soon, so I don't think we'll be able to see each other much. I thought you were looking for a fresh start?" 

Hideki had all but begged Hime to let him tag along on their journey to Konohagakure, saying he needed to get away from his family, get a chance at a life he made himself. That was the only reason she agreed, and plus, he would need to be close for her to exact her revenge. 

Before Hideki could respond, a small form appeared from the shadows of a nearby alleyway, a white fox mask with a red triangle down the forehead on his face. 

"Hime, you must come with me to engage in the process to enforce your training as a shinobi." 

He paid no mind to Hideki, who was startled by his appearance, trying to get in a word of protest when Hime smiled and nodded, gesturing towards the bags in her hands. "Sure, but I need to get these to my apartment first. Would you mind escorting me?"

The fox gave a curt nod, stepping beside Hime as she threw a smile over her shoulder at a still bewildered Hideki. She said nothing more, face falling as she turned forward and began towards her new home. 

Hime knew who the fox was, but if she was lucky, he didn't know that she knew. Itachi was a brilliant child, and she had only ever heard stories of his intelligence and skill. Besides this, he was still a kid. If she could get a moment to gain some sort of trust, or respect, with him, it might give her a chance to prevent the massacre, or get her an in with Kakashi. 

"So, you must be fox? I saw you and.. who was it? Dog? When I first arrived in Konoha." 

Itachi said nothing, his gaze discreetly sliding to her. Sure, she had been given the opportunity to become a shinobi, but her skills hadn't been tested previously. How skilled was she? She was able to detect himself and Kakashi, even with their speed. Granted, they weren't in any hurry, so maybe it was just a matter of chance. 

"I know you aren't supposed to communicate outside of orders as an ANBU, but could you perhaps help me unload these inside? I would hate to leave them to my friend."

Hime was playing a tough game, one she had no idea if she would win. She knew absolutely nothing about Itachi, and even less about his character. He could refuse and she would feel foolish, or he could come into her home and end up learning her entire life story. She could be compromised from just the few belongings she brought, if he was really as smart as she had heart he was. 

As she stood anticipating an answer, he simply reached out and carefully took one of the bags from her hands, allowing her to reach out and unlock the door. Relief washed over her as she shot him a smile, leading him inside to the small kitchen and setting the bags on the counter. "This won't take long, we just moved in, so nothing to really sort." 

Again, Itachi was silent, unpacking the bag he had taken from her hands and gingerly setting the contents on the countertop. As stoic as he was for a kid, he was still careful and polite. 

In only a few minutes, Hime and Itachi had finished unloading the groceries and put them all away neatly. Hime could hear Kiyoko quietly finishing settling in the bedroom they shared, no doubt aware that Hime was not alone. It was in Kiyoko's previous employment to never interrupt when a guest is over. Hard habits she had learned would have to break if Hime was going to help Kiyoko have her own life- outside of being a maid. 

Sighing, Hime put her hands on her hips and shot Itachi another smile. "Thank you for your help. I think you have a bright future in ANBU yet," she joked, heading towards the front door again. 

"Kiyoko," she called out, turning her head back towards the direction of the bedroom door. "I'll be leaving again, groceries are in the cabinet." She turned to Itachi, or fox rather, and whispered to him in between her sentences. "When do you suppose I'll be back? Can't leave her all by herself for too long, you know." 

Itachi remained stoic in posture, saying nothing for a moment before he spoke. "Before sundown. We'll be back before the sun sets."

Hime grinned at him, calling out to Kiyoko the repetition of his own words as she opened the door and stepped out with him. 

"Now, lead the way, fox."

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[smh-yoon]

𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ; r. tanaka. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ; baby, you and i got history, and we can’t deny our chemistry—so why the fuck are we a mystery?

⚠︎ contents smau. IGNORE THE TIME STAMPS PLEASE AND THANK YOU! friends with benefits. not ooc! tanaka, just a version inwhich he would have a fwb relationship. suggestive content. mention of drug/alcohol consumption. summer after third year! au. profanity.