#Orochimaru fluff

[or0ch1maru]

••••••CRY BABY••••••

Warnings: none? Crying, being called a cry baby. Sensitive female reader

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-you were sensitive, always have been, but you never thought you were a cry baby. It wasn’t until you got together with your boyfriend that you realized just how soft you truly are

-“aww, what’s the matter pretty girl?” Your partner coo’s towards you when he walks into your shared room. Seeing your blood shot eyes, mascara smeared under your lashes, and streaks of the black ink stained against your soft skin

-“such a little cry baby, hm?” despite your lover’s teasing, he hates seeing you upset, let alone to the point that tears were shed. He’d kill anybody who upsets you, especially if they called you a cry baby. Only he’s allowed to do that.

-all you manage to mutter out is a faint ‘m sorry”, using your sleeve to wipe away the evidence of your feelings.

-“tsk, none of that baby” his words are soft, devoid of his usual taunting nature. He climbs into bed, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your small frame against his chest.

-you always felt safe around your boyfriend, allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable with him. Which, of course, causes you to let out a soft sob and a few more tears, forming a small wet spot against his shirt.

-you relax further into his chest, feeling a large hand move up and down over your back, something he took to the first time you cried in front of him. Something he does to keep you grounded. Focused. Calm.

-“come on, talk to me mama. Let me know what upset my baby.” His voice is gentle, his tone full of patience as he waits for you to catch your breath.

-he’ll never admit it, especially to you, but he loves this. Loves being able to be the one to make you feel better, allowing his own vulnerability to show, which goes against his tough nature. It only fuels his need to protect you

-he loves nothing more than having a cry baby as a girlfriend.

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SATORU, Suguru, SUKUNA, TOJI, Choso, Renji, KENPACHI, Kakuzu, Hidan, OBITO, Zetsu, Kisame, pain, orochimaru, + whoever else you see fit ^.^

[blond3ang3l]

Orochimaru x reader fluff

The two of you were looking down at the small boy in orochimaru’s arm. He was adorable, his light blue hair looking almost white. His pale skin taking after Orochimaru. The small child in your arms was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. An experiment the two of you created together in his lab. It took you both a while but it was so worth it. It was like you had a child of your own now.

You were Orochimaru’s secret lover. He didn’t keep you hidden for any particular reason the two of you just didn’t want everyone in your business. You two lived farther from other people. Certain ones like jugo and kabuto knew about you, Kabuto even considered you another parental figure. Those he needed to know about you did. You both lived a quiet life together. Orochimaru was a great partner, providing anything you needed. And as long as you been talking about expanding your family the time has finally come.

“What shall we call him my dear?”

“What about…mitsuki?”

Orochimaru smiled as he looked at the both of you. It warmed his heart to see you so happy. You finally had the family you wanted and he was the one to provide it for you.

“Perfect..”

[iambilliejeanok]

How they react to seeing reader cry.

Fandoms: Naruto( Akatsuki) || Jujustu Kaisen|| Record of Ragnarok

Featured: Buddha, Itachi, Orochimaru, Geto, Kisame

FLUFF OVERLOAD

🩷Buddha 🩷

He absolutely CANNOT afford to have you shedding tears and not solve whatever problem you have immediately.

Whenever he sees those tears running down your cheeks he lovingly lifts up your chin with his fingers, wiping them away with his thumb before pressing a few kisses to your lips. “What’s the matter?”, he asks, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. He really hates seeing you like this.

And he has many times before and will always be ready to fight the other gods for you. (Even though I genuinely don’t know what kind of mess you’re getting into to be stirring up gods and stuff) But since he is a god, which you don’t like to take advantage of, you try to keep things to yourself to not feel bad about the extra leg and a half you have in life. Since he loves you so much though, he will get to the bottom of this issue himself if it really comes down to it. If you’re struggling at work, with a project, family and friends or you’re not feeling well in general, he’s sure to immediately attend to those issues. But that’s only after he cuddles you to pieces.

He does show major signs of being clingy, so when your feeling upset he’s wrapped around you all day like a sweater, until he’s convinced that you’re well enough for him to leave you on your own and go sort out those issues. He’s like a personal hero. A very clingy one.

🩷Uchiha Itachi 🩷

He’s not as clingy as Buddha is, but when he does see you feeling upset enough to start crying, he will baby you to death. He turns into a koala and will literally wrap his arms around you and never let go. Not until he’s 100% certain you’re okay. And even then, he might spend some time being extra close to you just to make himself feel better.

He’s very susceptible to depression and when he sees you crying, it triggers a deep somberness inside of him that he can’t explain, and he starts overthinking, growing terribly paranoid about you getting hurt or being in any other kind of situation that would make you cry. He doesn’t tears, nor does he like the sound of crying, especially coming from you. So now you experience a season of clingy, overprotective, extra soft Itachi.

Even if you’re only upset in the moment and soon recover and get over whatever mad you cry, he still can’t help but linger around you for a week or two, taking many days off of work or finishing earlier than usual. He bathes with you, cooks each of your meals throughout the day, helps you get ready for bed and tucks you in at night. He will even treat you to a story while scratching your back before bed, and holds you tighter than usual, throughout the entire night.

You know he has some kind of a problem since his behavior is definitely not normal, but if it helps him in any way, you’ll always allow him to treat you like and you also try to reciprocate the treatment to help him snap out of it sooner rather than later.

🩷Orochimaru 🩷

He’s usually the reason as to why you cry to begin with, which at first, he pretends he doesn’t care, immediately turning around to walk away from you so he doesn’t have to watch you break down. But over time, he does take an interest in your feelings. He just feels guilty sometimes and doesn’t know how to approach you.

He knows you love to cuddle though, so he will try to use that during times like this and invite you to come and spend time with him while he works. He’ll rub your back and hold you close to him as he walks around his home and might even suggest going for walks around the large base hand in hand. He went as far as nurturing a garden with his own hands for you two to walk through whenever he upset you like this.

He doesn’t make you cry on purpose. It’s never his intention to begin with, but it happens and when it does, he kind of hates himself for a while. But he’ll never mention it and hides his guilt quite well. He loves it when you lay on his chest sometimes and he can rub your back, and slowly feel you begin to calm down.

Sometimes the poor man gets so frustrated over the sight of tears flooding your eyes, he’ll gently smoosh you into his chest and wrap his arms around you and just hold you, petting your head and rubbing your back while he tries to hush you. It’s only when it gets to this point that he’ll mumble and apology while he’s hugging you. He doesn’t mind standing with you like this until you finally calm down.

🩷Geto Suguru 🩷

He sees you crying and you’re surprised to see a warm smile plastered on his face. “Oh babe, it’s okay”, he chuckles, pulling you close against him to hug you. He’s so good at making the situation seem less dire than it actually is and prefers to distract you from your problems than talk about them.

He will address whatever cause those tears to begin with at later stage, but tries to focus on getting you passed your balling. Sometimes he’ll pick you up and rub your back while you wrap your limps around him and cry into his shoulder. He coos at you and baby talks you while he rocks you in his arms.

After endless kisses against your forehead while he cradles you in his arms, the moment he feels like your breakdown is over, he’ll tickle you. He tickles you until you’re breathless with laughter and have long forgotten to cry. You can only run away from him, and you try your best to wriggle out of his hold, and then he’s after you and the chase builds up adrenaline inside of you that totally distracts you from whatever made you cry.

You end up having to play fight him until there’s a winner, which he freely gives over to you. Once’s it’s been established that you’ve won, he’ll reward you with taking you out to your favorite place and doesn’t mind stopping to get some popsicles with you. He’s a total sucker for you when he tries to make you feel better and will even let you ride his dragon with him, the two of you flying over the nearby ocean, laying on your backs ontop of rainbow dragon, enjoying the wind brushing against your skin while you suck on your popsicle.

It’s during peaceful moments like this that he’ll finally ask you why you were so upset and now you can tell him without feeling too depressed about it.

🩷 Kisame 🩷

He’s not good with tears. He doesn’t know what to do whenever you cry and will quietly separate himself from you when he sees you getting emotional. It’s never with negative intentions, it’s just very awkward for him. What does he say? What should he do? He’s never really seen an example of how to approach the situation.

I mean at least he understands that you’re clearly having a hard time, so he will try and get as many chores out of the way as possible and will work extra hard to ensure that you don’t have to do a single thing around the house. He does grow very quiet though and won’t say much when he does find himself within your vicinity.

If you ask him to shower with you or do anything for you, he will of course. And he heavily relies on instruction during this time or else he’ll just excuse himself. If you’re having an episode and he notices you’re crying almost everyday, he becomes a bit scarce and when he’s away from you he’s constantly stressed out. He really doesn’t know what to do. He’ll humbly ask another member of the org for advice when it gets that bad, and will only come home at night to tidy up the entire house to make sure you’re chore-less the next day.

It’s only when you vent to him with tears in your eyes about why he’s avoiding you does the thought come to him like a lightbulb that he should probably spend more time holding you. He’s trying his best though I mean his traumatizing past is all he got sometimes. But he kind of likes it when you cling to him and your crying goes from making him nervous, to making him feel needed and protective.

[arabella0001]

chakra therapy

pairing: naruto uzumaki x reader (6k+ words)

Orochimaru’s latest jutsu leaves Naruto completely cut off from his chakra—until he realizes there’s one exception: you. Shikamaru said you should stay close for ‘research purposes.’ Pretty sure he didn’t mean it like this.”

cn: light sub/dom, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise, slight degrading kink

Naruto had always have feelings for you, though his clumsy, boyish nature kept him from ever admitting it outright. Instead, he showed it through actions. Subtlety wasn’t exactly his strong suit, but the signs were there, stitched into every impulsive action, every unfiltered laugh, every poorly hidden glance. Always hovering nearby, whether or not his presence was necessary. Nodding along, brow furrowed in concentration, even when half the words went over his head.

And then, of course, there were the looks—quick, unintentional, darting away the second he thought he’d been caught.

Every goddamn time. A split-second too long tracking the way fabric molded against curves, the unconscious clench of his jaw when bare skin teased his periphery. The sharp swallow whenever thighs squeezed together, whenever movement dragged his attention somewhere it had no business lingering. He told himself to stop looking, but instincts had other plans—reaction first, regret second.

Of course, you had noticed.

You weren’t stupid, nor were you blind. Naruto was always attractive. Too much muscle packed into that golden skin, those sharp, untamed eyes promising trouble if you let them linger too long.

The strength in his form, honed through years of relentless training. Even his foolish antics, the way he could make you laugh without effort, it was driving you mad. And yet, you never acted on it. You wanted him to be the first to break. To say it, to give in without your help.

But apparently, something else decided to help him instead.

It happened during the latest mission to bring Sasuke back. Orochimaru, infamous for his twisted experiments, had unleashed a forbidden jutsu at the last second before Naruto was being overpowered. It wasn’t a direct attack, no blood spilled, no broken bones. But the effect was insidious.

Naruto could no longer feel his chakra.

Not entirely absent, but distant. Muted echoes drifting in a void, unreachable no matter how desperately he tried. The realization had rattled him in a way that no physical injury ever had.

Now, in the clinic, everyone scrambled to find a way to undo it. The nurse flipped frantically through scrolls, searching for information.

Kakashi, ever the steady one, offered his calm reassurance.

“We’ll fix this. No need to panic.”

Sakura, frustrated and worried in equal measure, smacked Naruto lightly upside the head.

“Snap out of it, idiot! Freaking out isn’t going to fix anything.”Shikamaru, arms crossed, brows furrowed in thought, muttered,

“This is a drag… but if it’s a sensory disruption, we need a trigger to reverse it.”

Despite all their efforts, nothing changed.

You weren’t sure what to do either. But instinct, the same instinct that drove Naruto to protect you whenever you were in danger , had you moving to his side before you could think twice.

You reached for him, voice softer, laking the usual teasing bite. You try to sound steady despite the nervous energy curling in your gut.

“Naruto, breath. Come on, you seriously think I’d let you break that easily?”

Your fingers brushed against his forearm. a simple, grounding touch.

The room stilled.

His head snapped up, eyes blown wide, searching, frantic, until they landed on the source. Still there, still touching him. The words left his mouth without thought, louder than necessary. “I CAN FEEL IT.”

Everyone else froze at his reaction, the intensity in his expression a stark contrast to the depressing energy from moments ago.

Naruto’s breath hitched, his lips parted, and for a second, it wasn’t confusion on his face, it was need. Need to touch you.

You blinked, eyes flickering to where your hand met his skin. “What?”

Shikamaru, ever the skeptic, reached forward and pressed his fingers to Naruto’s shoulder.

Nothing.

Naruto shook his head. “No. Just her.”

A weighted silence followed, thick with unspoken implications.

Shikamaru exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze darting between you and Naruto before something in his expression shifted, a knowing look.

Then, with an almost smug amusement, he murmured, “Well, well… That’s interesting.”

Naruto stiffened, fingers twitching at his sides, his breath coming shorter. His ears burned scarlet, the flush creeping down his throat, disappearing beneath the dip of his collar. His thighs tensed. As if it took everything in him to stay still.

Because suddenly, it all made sense. Why his skin burned beneath your fingers. Why his breath had turned shallow, pupils blown wide. And worse, why the heat in his stare felt nothing like panic anymore.

The next day, Naruto found himself in Shikamaru’s room with you.

Shikamaru sat cross-legged at his desk, a scroll half-unrolled in front of him, fingers lazily tapping against the wood as he exhaled.

“I’ll go through Konoha’s records and archives,” he said, his voice carrying that usual bored indifference, though his sharp gaze betrayed how seriously he was taking it. “If there’s a way to cancel Orochimaru’s jutsu, I’ll find it. But until then…”

He lazily tilted his head toward you before looking back at Naruto.

“You should stick with her.”

Naruto flinched slightly at that, but Shikamaru wasn’t even trying to hide his sly smile.

“You know. For… research purposes.”

Naruto scowled, crossing his arms. “Tch. You make it sound weird, but yeah, yeah, whatever.”

He turned to you, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish grin. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

You raised a brow, leaning in slightly. “What’s different from before?”

Naruto immediately tensed, face heating up. “No! I mean—yeah. But not like—!” He cut himself off, groaning loudly before whipping around toward the door. “I’m leaving!”

You just grinned and Shikamaru let out a chuckle, nodding with sly eyes at you as you exit through the door, trailing after Naruto

The walk through the village was quiet for a moment. For once, Naruto was too quiet. Which, honestly, was worse.

A huff of breath, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck, shoulders squared like he was bracing for an attack. And then, with the grace of a man walking into his own execution “Wanna hang out?”

You smiled, feigning surprise. “Are you asking me on a date, Naruto?”

Immediate regret. Air lodged somewhere between his throat and lungs, a violent cough shaking his frame as he stumbled over nothing.

“Wha—?! WHAT’S UP WITH YOU!?” He groaned, muttering under his breath as he kicked at a loose stone on the road. “Tch, forget it.”

You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. “Relax, idiot. I’m messing with you. Come on, where to? Ramen, training, or do we sit around your place and get competitive over that lame Wind Shuriken game again?”

You paused, thinking for a second before adding “Hm. Actually, it will be helpful to play that game in your current state.”

Naruto huffed, pouting slightly as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “It’s not lame. You just suck at it.”

You gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?! I literally beat you last time!”

“You cheated!”

“You’re just mad I outplayed you.”

The banter continued as you made your way toward Naruto’s apartment, his earlier flustered state easing into something familiar, something comfortable.

But what you didn’t know—what Naruto wasn’t telling you—was that before he saw you today, he had already had a conversation with Shikamaru, earlier that morning.

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Shikamaru stood near the Hokage building, arms crossed as he eyed Naruto lazily.

“So… how long are you gonna keep pretending?”

Naruto, mid-stretch, froze. His back immediately stiffened before he turned, frowning. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Shikamaru gave him a deadpan look. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The thing with her.”

Naruto’s eye twitched. “There’s no ‘thing.’”

Shikamaru barely held back an eye-roll. “Right. And the fact that she’s the only person who can break that jutsu? That’s just bad luck?”

Naruto groaned loudly, running a hand through his hair. “Shut up. That doesn’t mean anything.”

Shikamaru sighed, shaking his head. “You’re really hopeless, huh?” He glanced at him, smirking. “You do realize you’re not getting out of this without her figuring it out, right?”

Naruto crossed his arms stubbornly. “Yeah? And what if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if she—”

“Avoids you?” Shikamaru interrupted smoothly, tilting his head. “You really think that’s how she’d react?”

Naruto opened his mouth to argue, only to pause.…Would you?

Shikamaru saw the hesitation flash across his face and smiled knowingly.

“Thought so.”

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Back in the present, by the time you both arrived at Naruto’s place, after a while he began being tense again.

Not because of the hangout itself, you two did this all the time. Whether it was eating, training, or killing time at his place, it was normal.

Except it wasn’t normal anymore.

Because now, every time you looked at him, every time you leaned in slightly, every time your hands brushed, he remember that damn conversation with Shikamaru.

Cross-legged on the floor, the game board stretched between you two, a silent battlefield waiting to be conquered.

It was a Konoha classic: a two-player match where you had to align your chakra-infused tiles to mimic the perfect arc of a shuriken’s flight. Each tile had different wind currents, and only through precise movements and strategy could you outmaneuver your opponent’s trajectory.

Naruto sucked at it.

Not because he was dumb—but because his instincts always made him play fast, aggressive, going for power instead of precision. And the fact that he doesn’t feel the chakra like before made it worse. You, on the other hand, knew exactly how to read his movements, how to bait him into making the wrong moves.

And it pissed him off. Expecially right now.

“Tch—dammit!” Naruto groaned as he stared at the board, his last move completely blocked.

You bit back a grin, tilting your head. “What’s wrong, hero? Not as easy as a real shuriken throw?”

Naruto scowled. “This stupid game is rigged. Who the hell has time to plan this far ahead?”

“People who think before they act.” You hummed, tapping a finger against your lips in mock thought. “But hey, don’t feel bad. I can help you to feel your chakra, remember?”

His face burned immediately. Yeah, right. Back to reality.

You moved before he could protest, reaching over to slide a tile into place. A simple reach, fingers gliding over the board, but the shift brought warm skin against his, thighs brushing, arms pressing together for just a second too long.

The same electric sensation that grounded him yesterday, that pulled him out of his suffocating void was again, the warm, unmistakable pulse of your chakra.

His throat went dry, swallowing as a slow, pulsing ache settled deep in his belly, building with every touch.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you let your fingers linger on his wrist, feeling the slight tremor beneath his skin. “Nervous?”

Naruto stutter. “N-no. Continue”

But his voice betrayed him, cracking slightly, low and strained.

Oh. This was fun.

Your fingers ghosted up his arm, teasing the hypersensitive skin, barely touching his forearm before curling around his bicep just enough to make his cock twitch.

Naruto’s breath hitched, chest rising in a stuttering gasp.

Your smirk deepened. “Relax, Naruto. I’m just getting comfortable.”

A blatant lie. And you think he knew it, or at least sense something by the way he is sending you a glare.

You shifted closer, brushing your thigh against his. The heat of his body—always so naturally warm—seeped into you, and the moment your breath ghosted against his ear, he physically jolted.

His chakra, what little he could feel, was flickering wildly. Every brush of your fingertips sent ripples of sensation through his body, as if his nerves were waking up one by one, tuned only to you.

His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, his chest heaving as if he couldn’t get enough air.

He wanted to say something, anything, but his mind was a mess. It was too much, the sensation of your hands trailing slow, your teasing, the undeniable pull of your chakra weaving into his.

“Or do you want me to help you more?” Your voice, closer to his ear, make his impossible to move an inch.

He wanted to say something. Beg, maybe. Or tell you to stop before he lost every last ounce of restraint. But the way your nails teased closer to the waistband of his pants? Fuck. His mind had gone blank.

He don’t know how it escalated into this. Why are you doing this? Aren’t you two friends? I mean, he is insanly in love with you but…why would you?

“H-Hey…” His voice was strained, hands gripping his knees. “We should stop—”

You didn’t stop. How could you? You know he feels closer to normal before that cursed jutsu…or maybe more than normal.

Instead, your fingers trailed dangerously lower, tracing the waistband of his pants, not enough to touch, just enough to threaten.

“Wha—“

Naruto practically tore himself away, breath ragged, face burning. “I—I can’t. I don’t wanna—” He clenched his fists, eyes squeezing shut. “I don’t wanna use you.”

The sudden seriousness in his voice made you pause. He wasn’t just embarrassed anymore. He was struggling.

You tilted your head, watching him closely.

“Use me?”

He exhaled hard, his like sandpaper in his throat. “I just really, really want you. T-to keep touching me.”

The admission came out like a confession he wasn’t ready to say aloud, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping himself.

You licked your lips, feeling your own pulse quicken. And then, as if deciding for both of you, you leaned in, voice smooth.

“But you’re not using me.”

The words slotted into place like a key turning in a lock. And just like that, the dam holding him back cracked.

And just as his uncertain and vulnerable gaze snapped to you, you let your fingers skim over his collarbone, nails lightly dragging making him feel overwhelmed.

The second your lips brushed against his ear, his fingers clenched at your hips, an involuntary whimper breaking free. You grinned, amused at the way his body trembled next to you.

The escape was clumsy, like a man barely holding onto the last thread of control.

“Naruto…” Your voice was lower now, testing. “Focus”

His throat bobbed, eyes dark and completely wrecked. This is wrong. His mind chaotic, messy, he can’t continue like that.

And then, just like that, he snapped.

“STOP!”

His head tipped just slightly, muscles locked in place, as if terrified to move.

Before be can’t control himself, Shikamaru’s voice maddening bim, he jut burst out—loud, desperate, like something that had been clawing to escape.

“I don’t want this just because of this jutsu think!” his breath uneavsn before continuing “It feel wrong, hiding it from you and I—I like you, okay?”

You pause for a second, you can’t say you didn’t felt your stomach curl as he finally admitted, but right now? Right now you are too aroused to even think straight.

“Oh, Naruto. But i knew.”

His entire face burned, staring at you “What did you mean you knew???”

You shrugged, looking unaffected with a grin on your face. “You think i didn’t notice? How you look at me? I just wanted to see when you’d break.”

Naruto looked utterly betrayed. His mouth opened, closed— groaning loudly, covering his face. “You’re evil.”

You laughed, tipping his chin back up with a single finger. “And you love it.”

Naruto swallowed hard.

And then, before he could stop you, you pressed your lips to his, swallowing the helpless groan that spilled from him.

His mouth parted before he could think, the taste of you intoxicating while his hands gripping at your waist like he couldn’t help himself.

The sound that tore from him was unintentional—a hushed, wrecked thing, barely a whisper against your mouth.

His body reacting before his mind could catch up, unsure if he wanted to push you away or pull you in and never let go. His mouth parted instinctively, desperate, pliant, letting you take everything you wanted from him.

When you tugged at his hair, he gasped—a sharp, wrecked little sound that sent a thrill through you. You didn’t hesitate, fingers tugging slightly as you pushed him down onto the floor, straddling him.

Naruto’s hands instinctively grabbed your butt, pulling you closer.

“F-Fuck—” His voice was wrecked, already breathless, already losing it.

You leaned into his ear, letting your breath fan against his skin. “Also, i like you too.”

His entire body shuddered beneath you.

His chakra latched onto yours, sinking into you, heat pooling in every place your bodies touched.

And when your lips traced the shell of his ear, when your hips pressed just slightly against his painfully hard cock, Naruto let out a broken moan, his hips shifting beneath you instinctively, desperate for any kind of friction.

Your hips rolled against him, just a tease and his whole body tensed, thighs pressing together, his grip on you tightening.

His head tipped back, exposing the length of his throat as a helpless, needy moan spilled from his lips, his body begging without words.

Naruto was shaking beneath you, his breath ragged, uneven, pupils blown wide as his hands trembled against your waist. You felt them, those rough, calloused fingers gripping you like he was afraid to let go.

For all his stubbornness, all his fire, he was melting under you, pupils blow wide feeling his hands squeezing your butt harder.

Then, hesitantly, cautiously, his hands moved up. The moment his fingers brushed against your chest, you felt it—a hesitant, almost reverent touch, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

Like he thought you might stop him.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you let out a slow, pleased hum, pressing into his touch just enough to let him know.

His fingers tightened, palms cupping, kneading, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the fabric, and fuck—Naruto was a fast learner. His hands were warm, eager, your body pressing firmer into his hands. He swallowed thickly, his voice rough as he murmured,

“You feel… fuck. You feel so good.”

It was the way he said it—the raw need in his voice, the awe beneath it—that made heat coil low in your stomach.

But as nice as this was, you had something else in mind.

Before Naruto could get too comfortable, you suddenly gripped his wrists, pulling his hands away.

He made a frustrated sound, confused, but before he could protest, you moved, taking him with you as you stand up.

Naruto blinked at you, still disoriented, panting, his body flushed with heat as he sat there, his hands still twitching, aching to touch you again.

Then, you did something unexpected. For him, at least. You sank to your knees in front of him.

Naruto froze.

His entire body locked up, his breath caught in his throat, looking down at you.

“W-Wait, what—”

He started to reach for you again, but you caught his wrists again, stopping him.

“No touching.”

Naruto let out a small, broken whine, fingers twitching in your grasp. “What—why—?”

You grinned up at him, a slow, wicked thing. “Because I want you to behave.”

His breath shuddered, his entire body going rigid at the way you said it.

Watching as he shifted uncomfortably, with a blush on his face, clearly torn between his desperate need to touch you and the fact that you weren’t letting him.

He was always the fighter, always the reckless one, always pushing forward without thinking. But now? Now, you had him right where you wanted him.

“Naruto,” you murmured, tilting your head. “You like this, don’t you?”

His breath came short, shaky, his jaw clenching, his body betrayed him, giving all the answers you know.

He swallowed hard, glaring down at you with that wild, unsteady gaze, his voice strained.

“You sure—”

You leaned in, lips barely ghosting over his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tightened violently under your touch.

“Shhh.”

His hands fisting uselessly in the air, unable to do anything except sit there and take it.

Letting your nails rake lightly down his sides, the sensation just enough to make him squirm.

“You’re so tense,” you murmured, voice laced with amusement. “I thought you liked being in control, baby.”

Naruto whimpered, shaking his head, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Y-You’re cheating.”

You smirked, tilting your head. “Oh? And what are you gonna do about it?”

His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and completely wrecked. “L-Let me touch you.”

You hummed, running your lips over his stomach again, your tongue barely flicking against the heat of his skin.

Naruto jolted like you’d shocked him, breath catching on a choked gasp. 'F-Fuck—Please”

And there it was. That one magic word.

Your smile widened, and you finally let go of his wrists, letting him decide. But you saw him already submitting, his hands fisted into his own shirt, gripping it impatiently, every nerve in his body alight with anticipation.

You dragged your nails down his pants, exposing him, and as you feel the muscles twitch beneath your fingertips, the way his legs tensed, shifting restlessly. His whole body was a mess of sensitivity, his chakra curling around you like it was clinging for dear life.

His head tilting back, exposing the long line of his straining throat. You licked your lips, taking your time. His hips jerked slightly when your breath ghosted over his long, thick cock, precum leaking from his tip.

The second your tongue flicked over him, Naruto let out a broken, wrecked gasp. He was trying so damn hard to stay still, the desperation radiating off of him.

“F-fuck!”

You started slow, letting your tongue trace hot, wet circles, humming as you taste his precum and pulling away just when you felt him shudder under you.

“You’re shaking, pretty boy.” you murmured against his skin with a sweet, taunting voice. “Can’t handle it?”

Naruto let out a whimper, his breath hitching.

“N-No, —”

He cut himself off with a loud moan when you start sucking, hollowing your cheeks just enough to take him all. His fingers flew to your hair instantly, gripping slightly, making you dripping already between your thighs. But you weren’t about to let him have control.

You pulled off just enough to let your breath ghost over him, grinning when you heard the pathetic sound that left his lips, his thighs clenching around you in pure, helpless frustration.

“P-Please!”

You hummed, dragging your nails up his stomach, feeling his muscles jump under your touch.

“Please what, Naruto?”

His fingers tugging into your hair, chasing your open mouth before replying with a desperate voice.

“Please don’t stop”

“Good boy.”

The second your mouth wrapped around him again, Naruto’s head slammed back, a ragged, broken moan tearing from his lips. His entire body seized up, thighs tensing, hands fisting into the sheets like he was fighting for his life. But the fight was already lost.

Then you took him deeper.

When your throat flexed around his cock, tight and wet, swallowing him down to the base, his hips bucked—uncontrolled, desperate. A strangled gasp escaped him, somewhere between a plea and a curse, his fingers twitching like he wanted to grab your hair and fuck himself deeper but was too wrecked to even try.

And then you locked eyes with him.

Fuck.

The sight alone nearly undid him—his cock disappearing between your lips, drool glistening at the corners of your mouth, those wide, knowing eyes staring straight into his soul like you were drinking in every second of his unraveling. Heat slammed through his core, pleasure twisting sharp and brutal in his gut.

‘Shit—fuck—’ His voice was wrecked, shaking, pure desperation spilling from his lips as your tongue curled around him, sucking with slow, deliberate precision, like you wanted to ruin him.

And god, you were—pulling him deeper, taking him whole, like he was nothing but something to be used, devoured, wrecked.

Naruto’s whole body arched, back bowing off the floor, a raw, shaking gasp ripped from his lips, his fingers tugging at your hair as he lost it.

He whimpered, broken and breathless, his body shuddering violently, his thighs clamping around you as he came hard. So fucking hard.

Pleasure slammed through him in waves, crashing over him so hard his vision went white. Naruto pushed your head further, riding his orgasm with weak moves and letting you swallow all his load.

You clean him off with slow, languid licks until his body finally, finally sagged, spent and shaking, his breath coming in soft, shuddering gasps.

You look at him—how beautiful he looked. His head lolled back, his chest heaving, his entire body still trembling, his skin flushed, damp with sweat. His hands twitched uselessly, like he still couldn’t quite remember how to function.

“Damn, hero.”

Naruto groaned, covering his flustered face with his arm, still trying to catch his breath.

“Sh-Shut up.”

For a long momeng, Naruto didn’t move, he looked at you intensely, the aftermath of what you had just done still lingering in his muscles.

It was subtle at first, the way his gaze turned serious, the way his posture straightened, the tension in his shoulders unraveling into something else. That familiar, feral gleam sparking to life.

Before you could even register what was happening, Naruto moved fast. One second, you were still kneeling on the floor, feeling satisfied, smug. The next? Your back hit the mattress, breath punched from your lungs as Naruto hauled you up and tossed you onto the bed like you weighed nothing.

“Wha—?!”

Your protest was immediately cut off by the weight of his body pressing firmly against yours, his mouth at your ear, voice low and dangerous.

“You think you can just do that to me and get away with it?”

Your stomach flipped. Your breath hitched as his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart effortlessly, his body pressing you further into his bed. Squirming while trying to move, his grip tightened.

“Nuh-uh.” His voice was taunting, drenched in amusement. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

Even if your face flushed, you still shot back, “Oh, so you finally grew a backbone?”

Naruto just laughed, low and rough, his fingers teasing the hem of your clothes, playing with the fabric.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

With zero hesitation, he ripped your shirt clean off. You gasp, your hands instinctively moving to cover yourself, but Naruto was faster.

“Nope.”

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them down above your head, eyes drinking you in like he’d been starving for this. And then, so casually it made your stomach twist, he muttered,

“Damn. You’re even better than I imagined.” Your blush deepened and his smirk widened. “You think I haven’t thought about this?”

His touch dragged rough and sure, tracing every inch of you like he owned it. Fingers trailed down your torso, skimming over your stomach, nails grazing just enough to make you shiver. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me, do you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to be silenced when his hands finally moved between your legs, parting them fully, thumbs digging into your inner thighs.

His breath was hot against your skin, his voice gravelly, hungry.

“I’ve wanted to have you for so long.”

Your entire body jolted the moment Naruto’s fingers curled into the waistband of your pants, dragging them down with excruciating slowness, like he wanted you to feel every second of it. His grip on your thighs was firm—possessive—spreading you open without hesitation, without asking, like he was owed this. Like he wasn’t giving you a choice.

And when his fingers slid through the slick, dripping mess he’d already made of you, a low groan rumbled from his chest, dark and satisfied. He dragged his fingertips through the heat, parting you with slow, teasing strokes before pulling back to admire the way your wetness clung to him.

“Mmm,” he murmured, biting his lip. “All this for me?”

You barely had time to suck in a breath before his head dipped lower, tongue pressing against your soaked panties, running slow and deliberate over the damp fabric. The first warm, wet stroke had you gasping, thighs jerking as the pleasure struck too fast, too sudden.

Naruto groaned against you, breath hot through the thin barrier of lace. Your panties were shoved aside, and his mouth was on you, tongue dragging through your folds, slow and filthy, before closing around your clit and sucking. Hard.

A choked moan ripped from your throat, hands flying into his hair, gripping, pulling, but Naruto didn’t let up—if anything, the firm weight of his tongue only pressed deeper, flicking over your swollen bud before closing his lips around it and sucking with obscene precision.

Your hips jerked against his mouth, body twisting under the intensity, the sheer heat of it, but Naruto only growled, tightening his grip on your thighs, forcing them apart every time you tried to clamp them shut.

“Shh,”he murmured, tongue flicking against your clit, voice mocking against your dripping cunt. “I thought you liked teasing?”

“N-Naruto—!”

The sharp whimper that tore from you when he sucked harder was embarrassing, but fuck—he wanted it. Wanted to hear every gasp, every shaky moan, wanted to feel you break on his tongue.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

The command sent a shockwave through your spine. Your stomach clenched tight, the pleasure twisting sharp and hot inside you, flooding your system too fast, too intense. Your thighs trembled, body arching into his mouth as heat rushed through you, tearing a cry from your lips.

But Naruto didn’t stop.

Didn’t let you breathe, didn’t let you recover. He kept going—licking, sucking, dragging his tongue through the mess of your orgasm, coaxing every last spasm from you while his grip remained tight, keeping you spread open, keeping you at his mercy.

When you tried to twist away, panting, overstimulated, a wrecked “N-No—“ falling from your lips, Naruto only laughed.

“One more.”

You whimpered, tried to push him away, but he didn’t let you as his mouth worked you all over again. Your vision blurred, legs trembling so violently you thought they might give out completely.

“You can do it, baby. Just one more.”

“Naruto, I-I can’t” your voice cracking into broken moans.

“Shh. You wanted to tease me, right?” His breath was hot, merciless against your skin. “You can take it.” You sobbed, your body writhing beneath him as your nails dragging down his arms, he groaned when he felt how easily his fingers sank into you, how ready you were. The pressure inside you built higher, tighter, until it felt like you might break apart, cumming again, harder, messier than before.

“So good. You taste so good.”

Your voice broke, your body convulsing, and still, Naruto kept going, groaning against your skin, drinking in every last drop. By the time he finally pulled away, you were wrecked. Still twitching from the aftershocks, chest heaving with a dazed expression on your face. Naruto come back over you, licking his lips and smirking down at you.

“Damn,” he murmured, “I should’ve done this sooner.”

You were too out of it to even glare. He leaned in, voice low, teasing.

“Think you can handle one more?”

Your eyes widen before stuttering “You’re insane-“ but Naruto laughed at you with that stupid smile of him.

“Oh, you’re in trouble now, baby.”

His voice was hoarse, thick with hunger, as the swollen head of his cock dragged through your folds, teasing, slick with how ready you were for him. And then, without warning, he drove himself inside—deep, stretching you open around his thick length, forcing a choked moan from your throat.

Mouths parted in tandem, bodies tensing at the overwhelming sensation, every brutal snap of his hips sending shockwaves through you. Each thrust was sharp, relentless, burying him to the hilt, making you take all of him, over and over.

The room was filled with it—the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking you, filthy and raw, a stark contrast to the way he had you pinned, wrists locked above your head, helpless beneath the force of it.

"Shit—you’re sucking me in so fucking good," he groaned, his voice low, unsteady, almost desperate. "Like you are made for me."

Your moan broke into a sob, the stretch, the depth, the way his cock dragged against your walls just right making you shudder helplessly beneath him. And Naruto could feel it, how your walls wrapped harder around his cock, pulling him deeper, trying to keep him inside. He’d never felt anything like this. It was only you.

His hips snapped harder, faster, his fingers digging into your skin as he moan into your ear.

"You take me so fucking well." His lips brushed the shell of your ear, taunting. "You like this, huh? Like being fucked like you belong to me?"

You whimpered, your voice breaking. "Y-Yes, yes, Naruto!”

"Yeah? You need it, don’t you?" His voice was mocking, knowing, his grip tightening as he thrust deeper, dragging a filthy moan from your throat.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, the pleasure too much, too sharp, too deep.

"Say it." His fingers slid up your body, wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse hammer against his palm. "Tell me how much you fucking need me."

Your moan broke into a sob, your body trembling beneath him, on the edge of something devastating.

"I need you so bad, baby, please—"

He groaned, his hand tightening just slightly, his cock hitting so deep your vision blurred. Your nails dug into the sheets, your voice nothing but a breathless whimper and his hand slid lower, pressing between your legs, fingers rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit. Your whole body jerked, your breath catching on a sharp cry.

"That’s it." His voice was pure sin, his pace unrelenting. "You’re gonna cum for me again, yeah?"

Your moans turned desperate, high-pitched and pleading, your body grinding back against him, needing more, needing everything.

"Come on, baby. Let me feel it."

You could barely breathe, barely think, his words sending heat surging through you, tipping you closer, closer—

"That’s my good girl."

Your orgasm tore through you, blinding, all-consuming, your whole body convulsing, legs shaking, nails raking down the mattress.

Your walls clenched around him, fluttering, sucking him in deeper, making Naruto snarl, his breath shuddering as he fought to hold on.

"F-Fuck—“

Your voice was wrecked, almost incoherent, "Naruto—please—please, I want it—want you to cum inside me—"

His pace stuttered, his whole body shuddering at your words.

"Shit—“

You turned your head, breath hot, desperate against his ear.

"I’d let you do it anytime—"

Naruto groaned, loud, broken, his grip on your hips bruising.

"Yeah? You wanna be my little cumdump, baby?"

Your voice was pleading, breathless, needy. "Yes, yes! Please!”

Naruto’s hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, a wrecked, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he came. His whole body shuddering violently, he leg a loud while his cock pulsing inside, filling you up.

His fingers curled into the sheets, his jaw clenched tight, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure slammed through him in waves, his chakra burning, surging, spilling into yours.

And then, finally—his body sagged, his forehead pressing into your shoulder, his breath still ragged, uneven.

He was still inside you, still panting, feeling how you are trembling against him, his body glowing with heat, skin damp with sweat.

He lets his forehead lean against your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck while arms wrapped around you like he had no intention of letting go.

For a while, neither of you moved.

The silence wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable, necessary.

His fingers dragged up and down your spine absentmindedly, barely-there touches that sent the occasional shiver through your body. He was still breathing heavily, still coming down, deep inside you, reluctant to pull away.

He sighed, shiftin as his lips brushed against your temple, soft, barely a whisper. Then, your cheek. Your jaw. Your throat.

Each kiss was slow, warm, unhurried, his hands roaming gently, lazily, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you. It wasn’t lustful anymore. It was something else. Something Naruto had never really put into words before, making your heart stuttered.

"I like you.” his voice was hoarse, vulnerable.

And before you could say anything, he kept going.

"I like you so fucking much." His nose brushed against your skin, his lips pressing against your shoulder "I think I have for a long time."

Your chest ached, in a way that made you want to pull him closer, hold onto him forever.

You smiled softly, running your fingers through his damp hair. "I know, dumbass."

Naruto snorted, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. You always knew."

A pause.

Then his lips pressed against your collarbone, your chest, your stomach.

"I really, really like you."

You let out a breathless laugh, brushing his bangs from his face. "I got that part, baby"

Naruto just grinned, kissing lower, nipping, teasing, worshipping.

"Good. Just making sure."

Eventually, Naruto pulled away, rolling onto his back, still keeping you close with his arms lazily slung around your waist. You were comfortable, warm, tangled up together, his fingers still idly playing with your skin, tracing patterns across your hip.

Naruto blinked, staring at his hand for a second, his brows furrowing. You noticed immediately, shifting slightly.

"What?"

He opened and closed his fist and slowly, he flexed his fingers, his expression shifting.

"No way! I can feel it."

He said it so quietly, so disbelievingly, that you barely registered it.

Right as Naruto was staring at his hand in shock, his phone buzzed from the floor.

Still dazed, he reached over, glancing at the screen. A message. From Shikamaru.

"So I think I figured it out. Looks like the jutsu suppresses chakra externally, but it’s possible for it to gradually reactivate under the right… conditions."

Another buzz.

"Prolonged exposure to a strong external chakra source, repeated stimulation, or deep physical synchronization might accelerate restoration."

Naruto blinked. He read it twice and the started laughing.

You frowned, propping yourself up on your elbow.

Naruto just shook his head, still grinning, tossing the phone onto the bed after replying.

"Myeah. Just found out. Thanks anyway!”

You stared at him, unimpressed. "That’s it? Your chakra is back?”

He grinned harder, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Yup.”

"Unbelievable."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him, his fingers trailing lazy patterns on all of your body.

Your breath evened out, limbs growing heavy, molding into his frame as if you had always belonged there. As if this had always been meant to happen. As if this his touch, his presence, the way he held you like you were something precious—had been inevitable from the start.

[pxstelmxsings]

Their love is toxic. It is a posion running every single vein within your body. If your soul is a physical part of you, then it is addicted to them. Any cry for relief your brain screams out is smothered by a dying heart.

Right down to your cells you know they are horrid for your full existence. Yet when they twirl your hair around their finger, all you can do is melt. Every single kiss sends past heaven. You don't need logic to fall deeper for you.

When they are away for too long, you fall into what must be withdrawals. Your chest tightens, and breathing feels like pulling shards of glass into your lungs. During these times, you are truly a shell of yourself... or maybe your real self is slowly returning.

Regardless the moment they return, you fall for them again. A single "I missed you" is all it takes for you to forget the fog clearing from your brain. Them saying 'I love you" is enough for you to push aside your plans for their personal plans.

Do they truly love you as much as you love them? Or are they simply using you? Are you a drug to them as well? To this day, you can never tell. They always seem to be wearing a mask to the world around them.

You desperately hope they love you just as much.

♡ Muzan, Doma, Sasori, Orochimaru, Dazai, Mori, Medusa, Lady Dimitrescu, Light, sukuna

[liss-art]

Fluffffff

not a direct illustration of blackkats A Snake In the Grass, a Wolf At the Door

[radioactive-yuri]

orochimaru is the type of person to say the freakiest shit in the world with a completely deadpan expression but then get flustered when you ask them if they want a hug

[orokabu-headcanons]

Can I get a HC about Kabuto as a morning person making breakfast and all dat but oro is just haft dead XP 

Kabuto humming in the kitchen making breakfast

Footsteps

Kabuto: oh now who could that be?

A gloomy half dead Orochimaru walks into the kitchen

Kabuto:AHHHHH..m-my lord g-good morning you look...well

Orochimaru walks over to the clearly terrified man

Orochimaru: what are you doing up? it's too early

Kabuto: well my lord it's actually 10 am which I would say is not too early

Orochimaru: when did you get up?

Kabuto: around 5 or 6

Orochimaru groans at the thought of how someone could get up at such ungodly hours

Kabuto: oh please my lord that's hardly anything you are simply just not a morning person unlike moi- unf

Orochimaru leans himself on the shorter man

Orochimaru: don't care now let me sleep just for another hour or forever

Kabuto scoffs and then let's out a small laugh

Kabuto: but my lord I'm making breakfast don't you want any?

Orochimaru: it does smell good

Kabuto: well then you have to wake up

Orochimaru groans

Orochimaru: fine

Kabuto: good now go sit down

Kabuto pushes himself onto his toes and kisses Orochimaru on the cheek

Kabuto: good now sit at the table and wait because as much as I love you you can't lean on me while I cook

Orochimaru scoffs stands up straight and goes and sits at the table

Kabuto: now would you like anything while you wait? Some tea may-

Thud

Kabuto turns around to find out what the noise was and Orochimaru is sitting with his face down against the table snoring

Kabuto rolls his eyes scoffs but smirks and turns back around to finish breakfast

Kabuto: I'll give him 10 more minutes before I wake him up...sleepyhead

Kabuto giggles

And scene

I haven't done this in so long I hope it's good enough ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

I'd like to think Orochimaru looks scary when he wakes up and he resembles Samara Morgan/Sadako Yamamura from The ring which is why I think he would scare Kabuto but I totally am all for this hc there are 100% some cute moments that could come out of it (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[abbi111]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑾𝒉𝒐'𝒅 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆

Tags: Kabuto Yakushi, Kabuto x f! Character, manipulations, slow burn, flirting, betrayal, guilt, angst

Act II, Part 6: “The Weight of Forgotten Names”

Weeks have passed.

Kana’s days blurred into one another. She spent dawn to dusk reinforcing the village’s barrier seals—Earth-style traps buried deep beneath the perimeter, chakra-veiled wards spun from her Yin-Release, and countless kunai set to soil-snare coils. Each mission felt mechanical, her hair always tightly bound, a silent reminder to keep her emotions—and her clan’s legacy—under lock and key.

Yet every free moment she stole a glimpse toward the eastern training grounds. Under the same gnarled root where Kabuto first left his mark, she’d crouch, sleeves brushing the carved lines. One gouge meant meet. But day after day, her fingers found only empty bark and gathering shadows.

And with each passing dusk.

His words haunted her, “Is that what you truly believe or what you want them to hear?”

His smirk replayed behind her eyelids during the barrier chants.

His promise of truth echoed in the hum of her sealing jutsu.

She told herself she was being patient. That her duty came first. But at night, when the village slept, she’d untie that braid at the nape—feeling the weight of her hair brush her collarbone—and imagine his voice whispering through the trees.

Until one gray morning, as mist curled around the training hall’s broken pillars, she found a single, fresh slash beneath the root.

—

One thin stroke, carved so cleanly it could have been made by chakra alone.

Her breath caught. Without a second thought, she wound her hair into a loose ponytail, tucked her kunai at her hip, and slipped into the forest before the sun fully rose.

The forest was colder than she remembered—not in temperature, but in anticipation. Shafts of pale light pierced the canopy, illuminating drifting pollen like suspended ghosts. Kana’s heart hammered, every sense straining for him.

From behind a moss-draped oak, he emerged: Kabuto, glasses gleaming, cloak brushing the fallen leaves. His expression was unreadable—calm, collected, and absolutely in control.

“You’re late,” he said softly, but the teasing in his tone was unmistakable.

Kana’s pulse stuttered. She squared her shoulders. “I wasn’t sure I’d come.”

He tilted his head, studying her. “And yet, here you are. Again.”

Silence throbbed between them as she fought the urge to rush forward and collapse into his arms. Instead, she let the hush settle around them—felt her own uncertainty, longing, and guilt twisting beneath her skin.

Kabuto’s hand drifted into his cloak, then produced a scroll sealed with the Leaf’s crest.

“This,” he said, voice low and deliberate, “is from your village’s archives. The kind not supposed to exist anymore.”

Kana’s breath hitched. “What are you—”

He cut her off with soft authority. “The Kurai clan wasn’t purged for weakness, Kana. You were too dangerous to control—and too valuable to ignore.”

She stepped forward until her chakra veil flared around her, instinctively shielding her presence. “You’re lying.”

“No,” he whispered, stepping in close enough that she could feel the cold metal of his gloves. “I’m giving you what they never did, the truth.”

He held the scroll between them..

“You told them I meant nothing to you,” Kabuto continued, “that you’d rejected me. That you hated me. But you chose me that night.”

His gloved fingertip brushed a strand of her blonde hair from her face. “Whether you admit it or not, you’re mine now.”

Kana’s chest tightened, “This isn’t loyalty. It’s… obsession.”

Kabuto’s lips curved in a slow, knowing smile. “Curiosity, guilt, yearning—call it what you will. But it brought you back to me.”

He unfolded the scroll and pressed it into her palm. The parchment was cool, and she could feel the weight of every erased memory it contained.

“Tonight,” he said, voice a silk purr, “I’ll show you the secrets they buried—the Spirit Mirror’s true purpose, the healing jutsu your ancestors perfected.”

He stepped back, cloak swirling, and melted into the trees before she could respond.

Kana stood alone under the forest roof, heart hammering, scroll clutched tight against her chest. The path back to the village felt both impossibly far—and irrevocably changed.

He sees me, she thought, hair loosening at the wind’s brush. More clearly than anyone ever has.

Tucking the scroll into her belt, Kana turned toward home—her mind alight with the promise of forbidden knowledge.

——

Midday, Hidden Leaf outskirts – several hours after the first forest encounter

Kana moved like her body was made of smoke.

She’d returned to the village after the encounter, chakra masked, her sandals barely scuffing the dirt as she slipped in past the barrier team on patrol. No one noticed. She’d long ago perfected the art of coming and going without a ripple.

Now she sat cross-legged on the roof of the medical archives building, hiding in plain sight. Below her, the bustle of late-day assignments buzzed on—med-nin reporting in, supply runners shouting names, the dull clang of stretcher hinges folding back into place.

But Kana heard none of it.

Her fingers pressed over the cloth pouch at her side, where Kabuto’s scent still lingered on her gloves—barely, but enough. She had tried to scrub it off at the stream, but it stayed. Like him.

“You’re mine now.”

The words curled under her skin like heat, shame, and something worse.

Desire.

She’d almost let him kiss her. She’d wanted it—she still wanted it, which made her stomach twist. That version of her—the one who let him lean in, let his voice snake through her guard—was someone she didn’t recognize.

Or maybe..

She recognized her all too well.

An hour passed.

Kana moved again. This time toward the weapons depot, where she told the clerk she needed to recalibrate her suppression tags for solo field use. She handed over her old set and received a fresh scroll, etched with chakra-sensitive ink.

It was a lie. A small one. But it would buy her freedom from team duties for the night.

She needed time. Not for training. Not even for answers.

She needed to go back.

By late afternoon, she stood in a narrow corridor between two abandoned storehouses behind the Hokage Tower. The light hit her at an angle, slicing the dust in gold. She leaned against the wall, heart pacing hard, and finally—finally—she let herself exhale.

“You chose me,” he’d said.

Kana hadn’t believed him at the time. Not fully. But something about the way her hands had trembled after…

She had warned him.

She had lied.

Not even for strategy. Just because she didn’t want to lose him—not yet. Not when he was the only one who spoke her name like a promise instead of a problem.

She opened her palm.

There, still pressed faintly into her glove, was a smudge of dirt where his hand had covered hers.

Not even a bruise.

Just… memory.

By the time the sun dipped low, she was already moving again—back to the edge of the forest.

Back to him.

⸻

By the time Kana reached the clearing, the light had nearly vanished. Dusk pooled between the trees like ink, and the wind had died. The air was too still—expectant, listening.

She didn’t call out.

She didn’t need to.

Kabuto emerged as if summoned by thought alone, stepping into the open with his hands calmly folded behind his back, glasses glinting with the last edge of gold light. His cloak rippled slightly, the shadows of trees warping across its hem.

But he didn’t speak right away.

He just looked at her.

And this time, she didn’t flinch under his gaze.

“You came,” he murmured, stepping closer, his voice edged with something warm—something dangerously close to affection.

Kana nodded. “I told you I wanted answers.”

He smirked faintly. “That’s not all you want.”

She didn’t deny it.

Kabuto’s eyes flicked down—assessing, calculating—but when they returned to her face, there was a softness to his expression that unsettled her more than his cruelty ever had.

Without warning, his hand came up—not to strike or pull—but to gently brush a piece of bark from her shoulder, fingers lingering for half a breath too long. She held still, eyes trained on him.

“I know what you’re afraid of,” he said quietly. “That you’re slipping. That if you take one more step, there’s no going back.”

Kana swallowed. “…There isn’t, is there?”

Kabuto moved beside her, fingers ghosting along the outside of her thigh for the briefest moment, a deliberate brush disguised as reassurance. Her muscles tensed beneath his touch, but she didn’t pull away.

“You’re not slipping,” he said. “You’re waking up.” He stepped behind her now, voice curling beside her ear. “You were never meant to serve. You were meant to inherit.”

He reached into his cloak and withdrew a second scroll, bound in deeper red—older, cracked with time. Kana turned, expression darkening.

“W-what’s this?”

“This was concealed in the sealed archival chambers—hidden among restricted tomes. It took time to decipher… but it’s your mother’s. Her personal chakra script.”

Kana froze.

“My mother…? That’s not possible. She died when I was five. There was nothing left—only ashes.”

Kabuto’s voice softened, no longer a whisper of manipulation, but something eerily close to sympathy. “That’s what they told you. But it was no accident. Your mother was assassinated, Kana. Not by enemies of the Leaf—by her own comrades.”

Her knees buckled slightly, but she stayed standing.

“Why?” she choked out.

“Because she refused to weaponize the Spirit Mirror. Because she tried to pass down the healing rites. Because she remembered what your clan was meant to be.”

Kabuto stepped closer, pressing the scroll gently into her hands. “The night before she died, she encoded her final jutsu into this. Her chakra signature is still embedded. That’s how I know it’s real.”

Kana stared down at it, hands trembling.

“She tried to protect me…”

“And they silenced her,” Kabuto said, stepping in to meet her eyes. “But I won’t. I won’t bury your name. I won’t erase your bloodline. I’ll help you reclaim it.”

He crouched slightly now, at her side—almost like kneeling. His gloved hand reached to rest gently atop her thigh, thumb pressing into the fabric as if grounding her.

“You’ll never be alone again,” he said. “Not while I live.”

Kana didn’t respond.

Her body was rigid. But her heart—

Her heart was unraveling.

“Your mother’s chakra will recognize yours,” Kabuto went on. “If you release the binding seal under moonlight, the knowledge inside will awaken. It’s not just history, Kana. It’s power. Dormant for years. Waiting.”

Kana looked at the scroll again. Then at him.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “Will it hurt?”

He smiled softly.

“No more than the truth always does.”

⸻

That night, under the full moon, Kana unfurled the scroll in a clearing just beyond the old training grounds. Kabuto knelt beside her, murmuring the unsealing chants, guiding her fingers where to press, where to bleed.

And as her chakra pulsed into the parchment, the ink ignited—curling into luminous strands that wrapped around her arms, her collarbone, her scalp.

Her hair fluttered in the sudden surge of energy—unraveling, stretching down her mid-back as if responding to some invisible thread. Her breath caught as she felt it—her mother’s chakra, echoing through her like a heartbeat.

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

And Kabuto’s voice, low and calculated, wrapped around her like silk,

“There she is. The last daughter of the Kurai.”

[uchihaxitachi]

What is it Itachi, breeding more Uchiha brats for your Uncle Oro, hmmmm...

My daughter already has Hidan as an Uncle. Back off, Orochimaru san. Unless you do plan on becoming a God father but that’s far from your expertise isn’t it?

[or0ch1maru]

omg moodboards..... can i please request one for our little orochimeowmeow if u havent already done one :^)

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•being Orochimaru’s pet•

Had to add some wlw in there but honestly, I would LOVE to do a mlm mood board for our favorite snake

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(Images pictured above do not belong to me. Found on Pinterest)

[arabella0001]

Don't forget the archangel of death! Reader × Sasuke fic!! Thanks!!

cn: obsession, suggestive, fluff

fandom: naruto

pairing: sasuke uchiha x archangel reader 𓌹*♰*𓌺

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Archangels of death are not necessarily evil, as their duties often bring about good—such as the destruction of sinners.

Dwelling in the Third Heaven, you do not interact directly with sinners except at their final stage, when they are at their weakest.

Each of the archangels was given, from the moment of their creation, the register of all humankind.

Your mother, Lady 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍, was the second oldest female archangel and the second female angel ever created—one of the oldest and most powerful beings in the entire universe, along with your father.

Together, they blessed you with immense power and mastery over death magic, which you channel through your gleaming white scythe. You possess superhuman strength, speed, endurance, heightened senses, and great wings as white as bone that let you soar or shield against any attack with ease.

Upon this world, you’ve taken a human form—one that appears young, vibrant, and striking, as if in your mid-twenties.

Your angular jawline, prominent cheekbones, and small nose give you an exotic, almost unearthly beauty—especially when paired with your large, mesmerizing eyes, a swirling blend of blue, grey, and green.

Ironically, your chosen clothing contradicts your grim purpose—white, ethereal, gothic robes.

You began your work as the angel of death, guiding souls to either Heaven or Hell.

But you made a choice. A small obsession sparked once your consciousness connected to Earth.

The Uchiha Clan.

You’ve watched the Uchiha Clan for centuries—immortal, eternal, ever-present. An old spirit, lingering.

But your obsession was far from innocent. Their eyes fascinated you deeply—their evolution, the meaning behind each stage, the ways they were earned.

The last Uchiha soul you claimed was Itachi. Itachi Uchiha.

You always admired his unpredictable choices—his complex morality. The fact that you were the only one who truly knew the full truth about him thrilled you.

But he had to die. Even angels of death cannot excuse such brutality, no matter the reason.

And so only one remained.

Sasuke Uchiha.

You’re forbidden to focus on one soul above all others. But your thoughts always return to him.

It’s such a shame.

The way his childhood twisted into something far darker than any young mind should endure.

He intrigued you. Too much—for an angel’s mind. You blame your obsession with his bloodline for that.

So you stopped observing from afar. And God alone knows that you—unsolicited—interacted with him. Just once. Not long before Itachi’s end.

𓆩♱𓆪

Sasuke Uchiha.

A raven-haired man with a heart-shaped face—the most aesthetically perfect facial structure you’ve ever seen. Even science would confirm the harmony of his beauty.

You were instantly captivated by his onyx, hypnotic gaze.

And he… was captivated too.

He was hidden deep within Orochimaru’s sinister lair, obsessively training. The only thing keeping his fractured mind from collapse.

Orochimaru’s near-sadistic experiments—the serpent who derailed Sasuke’s path, using his body as currency—had begun to take a toll on his sanity.

So when he finally collapsed from exhaustion, landing face-up toward the heavens, his burning eyes found yours.

Something was wrong.

Your undetectable presence made no sense—he couldn’t sense an ounce of chakra from you.

You hadn’t moved yet, but your overwhelming presence kept even him—Sasuke—frozen in place. And your appearance didn’t help. He felt like he was dreaming.

Your unreadable face softened into a gentle expression. You smiled genuinely at him.

“Some days are rougher than others, right?”

Sasuke blinked. Once. Then again.

You’re real.

He stood up in a swift, defensive motion, stepping back warily. His voice cold, detached.

“Who are you?”

You chuckled. Sasuke didn’t want to admit it, but he had never heard a voice like yours—so soft, so disarming.

“Just someone passing through,” you said, then continued before he could respond. “I like to think I can sense when someone needs help.”

Is she a lunatic? Alluring and insane? Figures.

He didn’t answer that, mirroring your energy.

“How did you find this place?”

You began walking slowly, every step quiet and measured to show you meant no harm.

“I like wandering where people rarely go.”

Sasuke’s irritation began to rise.

“It’s protected—sealed perfectly with chakra.”

You blinked at him, then revealed your intent.

“Is your soul at peace, when your mind is driven by poison and obsession?”

Your footsteps were steady as you approached him.

He’s even more beautiful up close.

Your fingers traced the edge of his cheek ever so softly.

Sasuke didn’t move. Something about your energy made his knees weak. It immobilized him. All he could do was stare into your piercing eyes and your unforgettable face.

You stepped back slightly, folding your hands behind your back and pacing thoughtfully around him.

Sasuke watched you from the corner of his eye, still feeling the ghost of your touch. He hated being touched. But yours was so light, it sent a shiver down his spine.

“The curse you carry will soon erode your logic,” you said. “But the guidance I offer comes with no price.” You paused, locking eyes with him. “Except for one thing.”

“What makes you think I’d ever need your help?” Sasuke scoffed, arms crossed. “What do you want? Everyone wants something.”

“I want you to show me the power of your eyes.”

He turned sharply, annoyed. “What?”

But you stepped into his space again, holding that same warm, enigmatic smile.

“To manipulate reality and escape death… such power shouldn’t exist. And yet it does. But it’s not your most terrifying gift. I want to see your divine eyes—the ones that see the truth of creation—turned on me.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened.

You’re definitely insane.

“Genjutsu?” he asked dryly, clearly irritated. “Why the hell would anyone ask for that?”

“Not anyone. Not a person.”

Sasuke’s thoughts blanked. He said nothing. Just stared at you.

Then paced, trying to shake you from his mind.

But you were already carved into it.

He was sure he’d never forget you. And he wasn’t stupid—he knew he wasn’t escaping this encounter any time soon.

“Why would you want to help me? With what?” he muttered, almost to himself. “I don’t need it.”

You looked strangely human in that moment, leaning back against the stone behind you, grounded.

“You’re interesting.”

That threw him off. His heart gave a strange flicker. He didn’t know why. He didn’t even know why he was sizing you up.

“I don’t want to harm you. And if you think I’m trying to use you, you’re mistaken. I won’t interfere with your destiny.”

Destiny? Yeah. He’s definitely losing it soon.

And then it was Sasuke who surprised you.

He stepped forward, cornering you into the stone, his shadow falling over your body entirely.

“What. Do. You. Want. From. Me.”

“Choose the path that hurts more,” you said quietly. “Use your pain. Let it fuel your soul and break the curse of hatred in your bloodline.”

Sasuke stared at your face, trying to absorb what you were saying.

Before he could speak, you cupped his pale cheek with your right hand. Your touch sent a warm, electric shock through his whole body, weakening him.

His hand lifted to yours—gently, more tender than you expected.

Your eyes locked, drowning in each other.

His Sharingan glowed visibly in his tear-shaped eyes, a tomoe spinning gently around his pupil. His eyes shifted once.

You felt your energy briefly ripple—but you remained still. Playing along with his genjutsu, pretending you couldn’t move.

His stoic mask cracked, studying you this close. He hoped he wouldn’t see you again—because he doubted he could resist you a second time. His gaze flicked to your lips.

Then you smiled.

His eyes widened.

You placed your hand over his, still resting on your arm—your grip tightening slightly.

“Again,” you whispered, your eyes lowering slowly to his lips and back.

Sasuke felt like his primal, survival instincts were being forcibly silenced. He didn’t understand what was happening.

You said you weren’t a person. Then what were you? And what did you want with his eyes?

“W–why?” he asked, shocked by how hoarse and quiet his voice was.

“Because they’re beautiful.”

They’re what?

He frowned, annoyed. Then withdrew his hand.

His red pinwheel spun again. He felt goosebumps rise across his body.

“Who are you?”

A ripple between realms began to form around you both—but you shattered it with ease, like it was nothing. Just teasing him.

He didn’t respond.

Your smile widened.

Ah… his ancient bloodline energy feels good to you.

How interesting.

[sc3n3-b1tch]

Idk if I rebloged this or not, but this is one of my favorites XP

This is a redo of an older picture

The old picture

[diasease]

SO STAY HERE WITH ME! ／ ...YOU REALLY ARE... ANNOYING. *️ stop fussing over everything i do. *️ i always... end up making you hate me, don't i? ( or; in another universe, things didn't work out. )

CW: 1.1K words, grammatically incorrect (?), angst, slight hurt/no comfort (???), fluff, gender not specified! reader, heavily inspired from the og scene | UCHIHA SASUKE! itoshi rin x HARUNO SAKURA! reader | blue lock x naruto

IT was late into the evening, but there you were, standing just a few feet away from RIN with an expression of utter disbelief. "Why are you hanging around in a place like this in the middle of the night?" He speaks, as if he had nothing to hide, yet you knew better.

HE'S right. Why were you standing at the pathway that leads to the exit of the village gates? You weren't sure until now. Better yet, why was he passing by this way? He knows you're not dense. You can clearly see him sporting a bag meant for long trips outside the village, perhaps the one for prolonged, higher ranked missions that rarely come by your team's way. It's just as you feared.

RIN ITOSHI's leaving the village.

"It's because you use this path to leave the village. I always..." You finally speak, tone solemn and almost wavering before you were cut off.

"Go home and sleep." The boy interjects, response as if he were commanding you rather than the usual nonchalance that you and Naruto hear.

Much to his dismay, you pushed forward with your questions, like you didn't already have a hunch about the answers. At this point, tears were spilling down the apples of your cheeks, dripping down onto the stone-patterned pavement.

"I'm telling you to keep your nose out of my business. Stop fussing over everything I do." His words came out cold, harsh and a clean jab to the stomach. Whatever part of you that still held on to the hope of this exchange being some elaborate sick joke, crumbled into nothingness.

"I always... end up making you hate me, don't I?" Is all you could respond with, because in the span of what was Team 7, from the day it was formed and up until now, you depended on Naruto, Rin, and Kakashi-sensei for your troubles. You held no water to the likes of them. You were, and still are, weak. The only time you managed to fight was to defend Naruto and RIN from the Sound shinobi during the Chunin exams, but that was barely a contribution. The summary of what you did in your official ninja career was whine about Rin, scold and/or occasionally banter with Naruto, and cry for help.

Your mind goes back to the times before now, where you all enjoyed yourselves, where ramen runs were so common because Naruto couldn't have a day without it. You missed all of it dearly, and your current speech about it seems to reflect among those times, then about how you understood very well what RIN's clan meant to him, expressing your sorrow and a means to work it out in a way that doesn't involve him joining Orochimaru and becoming a rogue. Maybe that was a last resort to convince him to stay? Who knows, the words coming out of your mouth is like something you can't control.

RIN speaks his peace anyway, rejecting any of your pleas. In the end, he's decided on revenge against his older brother SAE, the very man that put their clan into their graves. That was his reason for living. He's forged a path of darkness, one you can't ever comprehend in his eyes. Konoha is only holding him back, and he's already ruled out the rest of his shitty options.

Your pleas begin to fall on deaf ears, sputtering about solitude and just truly desperate.

"I love you, so very, very much! ...I'll do anything for you, RIN! So I'm begging you, please stay here! I'll even help with your revenge! I'll make it happen somehow, I promise! ...So stay here with me!" Your voice is raspy and weak in your confession, tears falling faster that before. You're breaking down, composure shattering along with your resolve, and RIN almost wavers in his previous judgement. "If that doesn't work for you, then take me with you!" You don't even speak afterwards, only sobs escaping your lips with your hands curled up into fists by your sides. But he can't be dragged down by the likes of you, Naruto, or even Kakashi.

"You really are... annoying, lukewarm." Those were his words following yours, as he starts to walk away, steps furthering into the path ahead of him, not sparing you a single glance.

"Don't go!" The phrase leaves your lips before you can even think. "If you go, I'll scream and—" Once again, you're interrupted. This time, it's not with RIN cutting you off with a retort, no. He quickly flits behind you without giving you time to react, muttering "Thank you, (NAME)." before knocking you out with a delicate precision. He places you onto the stone bench before taking his first steps into a new part of his life, leaving the village.

The night may have ended for you with such short notice, but for RIN, it continues. He meets up with the Sound 5, traveling with them into the night to Orochimaru's hideout. It may take a day or more to get there, he's not sure.

So when the group accompanying him stops in the middle of a dense forest a good distance away from Konoha, he finally falls into rest, letting his weary eyes close. He's got a long way ahead of him.

The moment RIN opens his eyes, though, he's met with a TV screen playing one of the later episodes of the 'Sasuke Retrieval' Arc on Netflix. A weight on him takes his attention.

It's you, quietly sleeping against his chest, curled up like you're shivering from the cold. You looked so peaceful, clinging onto him for warmth. A dream. Right, whatever he just experienced... it felt like a really odd dream. Maybe the Naruto marathon you suggested is getting to his head.

With a sigh, he glances at you for a moment before reaching for a blanket lazily hung over the couch's armrest on his side, pulling it into his grasp and drapes it over you with one hand, the other pulling you closer to him. It wasn't like him to sleep on the couch, but who was he to disturb you? He likes you close to him, as much as he refuses to admit it.

After settling you into a more comfortable state, he picks up the TV remote, logging out of Netflix and turning the TV off. 'We can watch the episodes we slept on another day', he thinks to himself.

Getting into a favorable position, his eyes droop with drowsiness, falling back into sleep. The last thing he thinks of before drifting off, is the hopes that you and him don't end up like Sasuke and Sakura (as far as he currently knows, they're on rocky terms). Sasuke is lukewarm anyway.

notes! ahhh oh my gosh it's finished! this was based on this post i made and honestly a reach but i love thinking about rin & sae as sasuke & itachi... the vision is there if you squint... also i lowkey felt lazy so a lot of the dialogue is literally like. copied off the original scene but i couldn't think much of a way to twist it up so!!! forgive a girl <//3 anyways kinda proud of this kinda not, there's a 20% chance i'll do more rin & reader as sasusaku or naruto & blue lock x reader crossovers... who knows!!

masterlist diasease ✶ do not repost

[liss-art]

Orosasutober 2023!

Day 13. RISE

[anyon-else]

𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

pairings | kakashi hatake x black widow!reader + sakura haruno, sasuke uchiha, naruto uzumaki, orochimaru, kabuto yakushi, ino yamanaka, might guy, hiruzen sarutobi, shikamaru nara, dosu kinuta, hinata hyuga,

warnings | angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, slow burn, allusion to suicide, descriptions of scars, threats of death, abuse, choking (non-sexual), violence, mind control, torture, weapons, dissociation, descriptions of injuries, blood, discussion of themes present in naruto and black widow/mcu

links | read on ao3 | playist | inspo tag | pinterest board | milanote | main masterlist

book one: the room room

summary |  kakashi wants to have all of his kids back under one roof, and you just want to make sure you can stay with sakura long enough to ensure her safety. you and kakashi end up bonding over your shared concern for the girl.

father, save me! i, the traitor (part 1) i’m in ruins, but it’s what I wanted all along (part 2) this fire of devotion (it burns me) (part 3) i fought time; it won in a landslide (part 4) skin-scarred and buried deep (part 5) i know you’re a man-made fortress (part 6) my struggling form, my willing soul (part 7) will you let me come closer to you? (part 8) i set a fire to my soul (i hope it ate ‘till it was full) (part 9) will you remember me as i am now? (part 10) they lose their minds for us (part 11) of humble origins and born of the cursed sex (part 12) yes, these new walls are pretty hard to crack (part 13) i’m sorry i’m the one you love (part 14) bite the hand that feeds me (bite the hand that needs me) (part 15) i am your lover and i am your jailor (part 16) our history’s tiresome (part 17)

status | completed ➣ word count: 119k

interlude i: shadows of ourselves

i'm so willing to be proven wrong | the end of "will you remember me as i am now" (trr ch. 10) from kakashi's perspective (coming soon)

book two

status | coming soon