#while they were cutting down the shinobi too!!

[mettywiththenotes]

Sagiri and Gabimaru bonding over complaining about their respective sides going over the top is so good to me

[fatherphilia]

madara x his niece, where it’s like an arranged marriage and she like refuses and her family pretty much force her to marry madara, and angsty and shii pls with a cherry on top😘

i love you /p anon. you get me ♡ i need madara to wreck his cute niece.

tw. age gap (both are adults) , incest , dubcon , arranged marriage under cut

they say that a woman’s wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of her life. it was meant to be a day of joy and celebration where you become intertwined with your other half until the day that death parts you both.

as a young girl, that was how you dreamed your wedding to be as well. that you’d one day walk down the aisle to unite with the man of your dreams, embrace him in front of your family and share that magical kiss after the “i do’s.”

there had been nothing magical about your wedding day though, rather you’d describe it as the worst day of your life.

“mom! please..”, you had cried out, your cheeks puffy from all the crying you had done earlier and eyes wet with tears while you clung to the sleeve of your mothers arm. “i don’t want to marry him! i want nothing to do with him.”

the woman who you thought would love you above all else in the world shook her head, a clear look of disapproval on her stern face as she bent down to wipe the tears from your eyes. “if you cry so much, you’ll ruin the makeup we spent so long doing.” she scolded. “your uncle is a very nice man for agreeing to this marriage. he’ll put you in a position of power, dear. you should feel honored.”

the words your mother had spoken to you before the ceremony stuck with you as a reminder of why you’d been forced into this.

there was no honor to be felt whenever your eyes locked with the man you had trusted while growing up. he was your uncle, the man you had played lovingly in the background with as a young girl and the man who you thought of as nothing more than family.

to you, it was a loveless relationship. one your parents forced you into when you’d reach adulthood because your uncle needed an heir and he was one of the most powerful shinobi in the clan. the trust you felt in your uncle had soured the moment your parents informed you of the wedding.

you had cried, kicked, screamed, everything you could do to refuse this arrangement. how could they do this to you? you were their only daughter! didn’t they care about your happiness?

it only hurt worse when you had to meet with your other uncle the day before the marriage. the brother of your soon to be husband.

“woah- hey, there.. there.” your uncle, izuna murmured as he leaned in to wipe the tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. you clasped onto the man like a scared child, hiccuping and shaking from all you’d been told.

uncle izuna, who you’d always thought to be so sweet, hugged you gently, his hand trying to rub soothing circles into your back while you cried into his shoulder. “what’s wrong?”, he had asked, his voice sounding so gentle.

your worries spilled from your lips before you could stop them. “i don’t want to marry uncle madara! please don’t let them make me marry him!” you pleaded, your hands clenching the fabric of his shirt as izuna stared at you with wide eyes. “i’m your niece too, uncle.. can’t you stop this?”

izuna merely shook his head and the warmth you had felt in his arms vanished as he pulled back. “my brother might look harsh but i’m sure you’ll both grow to love each other very much.” he then reached a hand up to pat you on the head.

your uncle, your mother. neither of them did anything to stop this.

and, so, you were left to continue the wedding; a painful ceremony full of pretty flowers and decorations that haunted you as you walked past. the cheering and smiling faces of your family feeling like a taunt when you reached the end of the aisle.

people describe their wedding kiss as something they didn’t want to be over with so soon. however for you, it couldn’t end soon enough. there was no love to be felt in the way your arms stiffly wrapped around him to return the quick peck and your discomfort was obvious with the way you pulled back just as quickly.

you’d do anything to have this stupid ceremony be all over with but when it was truly done and over, you ended up wishing it had lasted longer…

because, now you were making the slow return to your new husbands house with the expectation of the two of you consummating your marriage. your body shaking and your feet aching in your heels as you followed behind the large imposing man.

“make yourself comfortable.” he said to you as he opened the door to the bedroom, leaving you with little choice but to follow his guidance as your were ushered on to the bed.

awkwardly, you sat on the very edge, a nervous expression on your face. “um- i’m actually feeling quite tired, uncle-“

“we’re married. just call me madara.” he interjected.

you bit your lip before continuing. “madara.. i- i think it would be best if i just went to bed instead! i don’t think i’ll be able to stay awake for much longer.”

the man’s eyebrow shot up and a deep chuckle left his throat as he approached you. “do you think i’m going to bore you to asleep?” your heart jumped in fear as he leaned forward to hold your chin in his hand as he tipped your face towards him so you were meeting his gaze. “i’ll be doing most of the work. you won’t tire yourself out.”

you attempted to pull away but he tugged you back closer, his hands finding purchase on your back as his fingers pulled down the zipper. “everyone does this on their wedding night.” he commented bluntly. “if we don’t do it now then when?”

any attempt you had at pulling away now was fruitless as his hands pulled the dress from your body and pushed you down onto your back.

there was a rather obvious smirk on his face. “you’ll be expected to produce my heir. might as well start now.” his finger trailed across your collarbone and down to your breast bone, his lips following soon after as they trailed messy wet kisses down your exposed skin.

“i really don’t want to—” you’re cut off by the sound of your own voice, a pathetic and meager squeak of surprise leaving your lips as your uncle rubs his finger right over your clothed pussy with an amused grin.

there was another chuckle from him as he spoke, “no need to lie. you’re positively soaked down here.” his fingers pressed against the wet spot you hadn’t realized was there, eliciting another embarrassed noise from your lips.

his large stature kept you from being able to push him off, his firm grip on your thigh keeping your leg down while he slipped a finger into the lacy white panties you’d been forced to wear for your wedding day.

“there, there.” it was like you were a child being chastised again. “i know you enjoy it,” he remarked as one of his thick fingers slipped between your glistening folds with such ease you began to feel ashamed of the way your body was responding to your uncles touch.

the noises of his finger thrusting in and out your pussy with a wet ‘squelch’ had your face burning as soft moans left your lips.

it wasn’t long till he was sliding another one into your virgin pussy, his fingers curling and stroking your walls in a motion that made your gut feel like it was twisting as an unknown heat bubbled up in your stomach. “m-madara—”, you cried out, feeling utterly confused but the man on top of you kept that confident smile on his lips.

his hands slip out of your aching pussy which clenched around nothing, that sudden rushing feeling towards something leaving you swiftly as your panted.

you couldn’t explain it, you didn’t want this but now that there was nothing in you, you felt so.. empty.

your uncle, your new husband, grinned down at you as he popped the buttons of his pants and that was when you first got a glimpse at the bulge between his thighs. to you, it seemed abnormally large especially when he tugged off his boxers and his thick cock was freed from its confinements.

it felt so though your heart was dropping in your throat and your face flushed which seemed to amuse your husband greatly. “you’re staring”, he pointed out but he seemed to be enjoying the attention.

the head of his cock nudged against your wet entrance and you gasped, your body trembling. you couldn’t even begin to fathom how such a thing would fit inside of you.

“it’s- it’s probably too big!”, you blurted out.

madara paused, as if surprised by your outburst but the surprise soon turned back to amusement as he leaned closer to you, his hot breath against your lips. “trying to flatter me?”, he teased as he captured you in for a kiss.

you struggled, squirming as his lips melded against yours, his warmth encapsulating you as you felt the head of his cock breach your entrance. the thick tip sliding in with heavy resistance as your body tightened and clenched around it.

your new husband grunted but seemed undeterred by your bodies less than desirable response. “hm.”, he hummed as he gripped the base of his cock and pushed it further into your tight heat. “your body will get used to it soon.”

soon? it didn’t feel like soon. not with the way it felt like your insides were being split apart by him, your back arching and body quivering as you tried to pull away but his hand pulled you back in trying to pull you down snugly on his clock.

it hurt. tears pricked the corners of your eyes. it was all too much for you to handle and you closed your eyes, trying to imagine you were somewhere else.

trying to imagine you were with anyone else except your uncle.

madara leaning in, kissing the tears the corner of your eye as he completely bottomed out, the full length of his cock sheathed inside of your poor body.

“you’re crying for nothing. it wasn’t that bad.” he said with a groan as he slid his cock back just a bit before thrusting back up into your wet heat brutally.

your pathetic squeals were quick to turn into soft moans as your squirmed beneath him, his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust as your body jerked with every movement and the bed beneath the two of you creaked.

his hips rutted up against you, setting a rough pace as he pulled your leg up into a position that ached so he could push himself in deeper and faster. it wasn’t long before that unknown warm feeling bubbled up inside of you once more. your insides feeling as though they were coiling or tightening before a release followed, your slick fluids coating the man’s thick cock.

madara groaned, feeling your tight pussy clench around his cock. his hips stilling as he emptied his load into you, the sudden warmth of his seed filling your sensitive pussy; thick globs of his cum dripping down onto the bed sheets as he pulled out slowly.

there was nothing you could do but feel confused and dazed, even when the man leaned in to place a kiss upon your lips and stroke your hair. he spokes slowly, his deep voice filling your ears, “see? i knew you’d come around.” his hand then moved down to touch your stomach.

“you should hope that it worked the first time.”

[detectivestucks]

A Jealous Hokage XIV

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

Summery: The confrontation between you, Kakashi, and Obito does not go well resulting in Obito visiting you at your new job to apologize. Lady Tsunade gets involved.

Warnings: NSFW, dom kink, knee riding, squirting, slight choking, nipple play, anal play, unprotected penetration

Word Count: 7.7k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Part 13 New Here? Check out Part 1

A/N: Okay, so not as long but still long...but we're so close to the end!

Kakashi was starting to zone out at his desk when suddenly Obito comes bursting into his office.

“KAKASHI WE NEED TO TALK!”

Kakashi’s heart drops to his feet when he sees you suddenly in his presence caked in blood.

“Y/N, what happened?!”

You look up at Kakashi feeling flustered and embarrassed. Your brain was still reeling from the scene you left no more than three minutes prior. You begin to open your mouth to speak when Kakashi cuts you off.

“Wait, Obito, why are you-? How are either of you-”

There is no need for him to finish his question. Obito was following you just as Kakashi told him not to do and he teleported you here after you got yourself into trouble.

“Nevermind.” he says trying to collect his composure but still passing Obito a glare as to say he would deal with his insubordination later.

“She was attacked by the Stone!”

“Why would our allies attack her?! I just got a raven from the Tsuchikage-”

“One of their Black Ops didn’t trust her and he corralled three others to attack!”

“Eight others” you interject. “I’ll have you know I fought off five of them by myself. Stop treating me like I’m weak Obi!”

Yes, you were grateful to Obito for saving you but you knew exactly what he was trying to do by running to Kakashi like this.

“If you’re so strong why did I have to come and save you?!”

“Are we really going to ignore the fact that I was up against nine shinobi, one of whom was Anbu, and I held my own until help arrived?!”

“Yes! Cause help had to arrive!” Obito shouts.

“Wait, why did you have to wait for help to arrive, where is Naruto?” Kakashi suddenly chimes in.

“Exactly” Obito states, rounding on Kakashi “Where was your golden boy, Kakashi? He was nowhere to be seen while she was pinned to a tree!”

Kakashi’s face flashed a look of heartbreak. He scanned over your blood stained skin and uniform. He could only imagine how you felt pinned to that tree. Nine men had ambushed you. He never thought there would be so many people hunting you at once, nor did he think it would happen so soon. This was a mistake.

You saw the look on Kakashi’s face for what it was, your days outside the village walls were over.

“I believe Naruto was poisoned by the food they gave us.” you finally say, hoping it might help the situation. But Obito’s fury immediately undoes your efforts.

“How does he get himself fuckin poisoned,  Y/N?! He’s one of the strongest shinobi in the world but he can’t tell his food’s been poisoned?!” Obito is livid and he turns towards Kakashi. “If you had just listened to me this would’ve never happened! She’s lucky I showed up when I did!”

“You need to calm down Obito!” you shout. 

He’s only making the situation worse as you watch the wheels turn in Kakashi’s head. “You didn’t need to go into a full susanoo to cut down four men. Clearly you’re letting your emotions get the better of you!”

“And you need to stop being so calm about this, Princess! I told you that you were going to get yourself killed!”

“Well if that’s how you feel, then I guess you didn’t do a good enough job training me!”

“ENOUGH!” Kakashi was through listening to you bicker. “Obito, where is Naruto?”

“Probably back by the Stone.”

“When we’re done, go get him. He probably needs medical care.”

“Fine.”

“Y/N” You gulp. Your nerves are on edge. You still had so much adrenaline coursing through your body from the fight in the woods, not to mention your current confrontation. 

“You’re done going on missions.”

“Kakashi no!”

“It’s too dangerous. You’ve only done three visits and look what’s happened.”

“I’m not going back to my desk!”

“You are and you will! Look at yourself! Do you really think you can walk into my office covered in blood and expect me to keep sending you out of the village?!”

“That’s not fair! Obito’s the reason I was doused in blood! It wasn’t nearly as bad as it looks!”

“NINE ninja, Y/N! Nine!”

“Kashi-”

“Lord Sixth!”’ he corrects.

You fall silent. Was he seriously asking you to call him by his title right now?! A title to which he hates being called? Hell no. You chew on the inside of your cheek, brows furrowed as you pull your courage together.

“You know what ‘Lord Sixth’? I’m done.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Kakashi lets out an exasperated sigh, “Y/N-”

“No my Lord, I’m done. Accept my resignation and don’t bother chasing after me. We're through.”

Kakashi lifts his head as he is stunned into silence. He’s not sure if his heart is even beating as his brain contemplates your words.

You begin to cry as you talk, “After all the shit you put me through, I’m finally happy and you think you can just take it away after two missions?!”

“Y/N you almost died” Obito tries to help

“Stay out of this Obito! You’ve done enough!”

Obito quickly shrinks away, his eyes darting over to Kakashi, still frozen like a statue. His only movements come from the tears leaking out of the corners of his glazed eyes.

“This relationship is over.” A salty stream is freely pouring down your cheeks. “I can’t live like this anymore Kashi! I’m done.”

You run from his office towards your own. Rushing to go gather your things. You slam your office door open startling Shiho who was working late.

She shouts your name in surprise as she clutches her chest. The sight of your crimson body, blood dried everywhere except for a trail of clean skin carved down your cheeks by the hot tears falling from your eyes, was frightening. 

“I’ve resigned, Shiho. I’m sorry.”

“Y/N are you alright?”

You ignore her question and just gather your many textbooks in your arms. They were heavy but thanks to the adrenaline that had yet to expire, you’re able to carry them just fine. 

You storm out of headquarters and speed walk to your apartment, scaring several people in the streets as you go. With each step towards home you start to feel the tiredness creep in. Adrenaline finally slipping away.

For the first time in your life, you were without a job, a plan, or a goal. All you knew, as you sniffle back your emotions, is that this chapter with Kakashi is closed. 

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“Hi Ms. Sarutobi! You getting flowers for your mom again?”

You smile at little Mirai. She came into the Yamanaka flower shop at least twice a week to buy flowers for Kurenai. Her messy dark locks and chubby little cheeks were just the sweetest. She stopped by on her way home from preschool whenever she was thinking about her mom. Every time you look into her red eyes, you find yourself hoping that one day you have a kid as thoughtful as her.

“Yes Miss Yamanaka! Can I have camellias for my mommy and lilies for my daddy?”

“You going to visit daddy today too?”

“Yes miss!”

“Well tell him I say hi!” you chipper as you wrap both of the bouquets separately

“Okay Miss Yamanaka!”

“Have a good day!!” you wave as Mirai’s little body leaves your aunt’s flower shop. The bouquets standing nearly as tall as her. 

You have been working at the Yamanaka flower shop for the past few weeks. Taking on temporary pay while you figure out what you’re going to do long term. How drastically different your life is today than it was a year ago. What were you thinking trying to date someone like Kakashi? For someone so smart, how could you act like such an idiot? It was hard not to fall for the stupid silver-haired genius. He was everything you could’ve ever wanted... but at what cost?

The good news is that Kakashi had respected your request to not have him chase after you. He hadn’t tried to come talk to you or see you since the night of your resignation, which you appreciated. Despite initiating the break up, you were still utterly shattered over the entire ordeal. You didn’t think you had it in you to see how poorly Kakashi was probably doing right now. You know you hurt him. He had envisioned marrying you and honestly, you thought you would. The two of you had been together for over a year.

All this craziness started a year ago. 

It’s a wild thought to have. If you had just kept your hands to yourself…you’d probably have been a well respected department head instead of working at a flower shop. Or maybe if you had just chosen Obito when he first asked you on a date. How different would your life be?

You wipe off your hands and walk to the back of the flower shop to take a break. 

Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen Obito since the night of your resignation either. You would’ve thought he’d be the first one to knock on your door the second you and Kakashi called it quits. Perhaps his feelings for you were just born out of competition with Kakashi. That thought adds to the crushing weight over your heart.

Was none of it real? 

You’re lost in your thoughts for hours as you take care of the customers entering the shop. You paint a smile on your face while your melancholy brain churns in the background. 

Eventually you walk up to the door and flip the 'open' sign to 'close.' Wiping the sweat off your brow, you take off your apron, laying it on the counter and head to the back. As you disappear, you hear the bell ring behind you.

“Shop’s closed!” you sing to the stranger

“Come on, have a heart” you hear a familiar voice rasp. “I was looking for some flowers to apologize to a beautiful woman.”

“Obito?”

Your head perks up and you rush out onto the shop floor. He stands there as handsome as ever, scarred face looking a mix of cocky and sheepish. 

“Princess”

“Obito” your heart floods with warmth but then you remember what he said “So you-you’re getting flowers for your girlfriend?”

“Well she’s not my girlfriend, but someone I care about very much.”

“I see.” you say, slightly chewing on your lip as you look around at flowers you think would be appreciated by any woman waiting for an apology.

“So what’d you do that you need to apologize for?”

“I’m the reason she quit her job and broke up with her boyfriend.”

You stand up straight, your eyes flashing over to him. Obito strides up to you, standing dangerously close.

“Princess” he grabs your hand, holding it gingerly in his “I’m sorry. I freaked out when I saw you pinned against that tree and I-” he closes his eyes trying to force out the words, “I acted on emotion instead of what was best for you.”

Tears well up on your lash line before spilling out onto your cheeks. You had no idea how bad you needed to hear those words. 

“Obito…thank you.”

“I should’ve come sooner but I didn’t want to come when the break up was fresh. I-I wanted to give you time to heal. I’m so sorry that I contributed to your pain.”

You lunge forward, wrapping your arms around Obito’s neck, burying your face under his jaw. He wraps his arms around your waist holding you close. 

“Thank you Obito, I really needed to hear that.”

“I’m so sorry Princess. I would do anything to make you happy.”

“You’d do anything?”

“Anything” he breathes into your neck.

You lift your face so that your glassy eyes could stare into his chestnut ones. You stand there in silence, lost in each other's gaze when you see Obito’s eyes fall to your lips. Your mouth parts as you're about to speak when Obito closes his eyes and leans in for a kiss. 

Your eyes flutter closed as his lips crash into your’s. They’re soft but firm, working perfectly against your own. You can sense the faint smell of a campfire mixing with his musk. The trademark of an Uchiha’s fire nature. His lips move slowly, savoring your taste, not wanting to rush anything about this moment. He inhales deeply, and in doing so, not only allows your pheromones to consume him but take control. 

He starts to suck on your bottom lip, pulling a small moan from you as you open your mouth, allowing the kiss to deepen, pushing your tongue into his cavern. He grants you access with a quiet moan of his own. The sound leaving you dizzy. Your tongues dance together as sparks fly between you. It feels like time is slowing down but your pulse still quickens. One hand travels up to his unkempt mane while the other digs into the muscles of his back. He grunts and steers you into the nearby wall, slamming you up against it as he continues to explore the inside of your mouth with his pink muscle. 

One of his hands travels down to your hip and rubs light circle over it, occasionally allowing his fingers to sink into the flesh of your behind as he presses his pelvis into yours. The sounds of his satisfied humming ring loudly in your ears. The noises and feelings of being desired so primally fill you with lust. He had wanted this for so many months and now you were finally giving it to him. Allowing him to taste the fruit that had been forbidden for so long. The way his body responded to yours fueled your veins with fervor. 

Obito pulls your leg up to wrap around his waist as he continues to grind into you. Lips never breaking from the heated kiss you share. You can feel the bulge in his pants begin to grow. It presses harder and harder against your center and you begin to drool thinking about how it would feel between your legs. Your soft moans grow needier and Obito can’t help himself. He grabs both of your hands, stealing them from off his body and lacing his fingers with yours. He slams the back of your hands up against the wall behind you. 

Your leg falls from his waist and lands outside his leg. Desperate for friction you begin to rub against his thigh. His kiss has you worked up and you feel the arousal form from the coiling in your core.

Obito smiles into the kiss. 

“Geez Princess. You feelin that desperate that you're trying to get off on my knee?”

“Yes” you pant, “need…more”

Obito begins to rock his leg up and down, rutting it up between your legs as you grind your folds against him. Slick is seeping out into your underwear as you let the fabric covering your sex tug at your clit. Losing all sense of shame, you moan loudly into his mouth, grinding harshly against him. 

Obito feels as if he’s died and gone to heaven. You on the other hand hadn’t been touched since before your last mission. It had been nearly two months without so much as self gratification and now that someone was paying attention to you, you were greedily chasing your high. But this wasn’t just someone; this was Obito. A man who loves you, who’s saved you, who takes care of you when you need him. You begin to fiend for him. Your arms struggle against the wall wanting to grab him, scratch and claw at his back, pull his hair, but Obito’s grip only tightens as a smug chuckle leaves his lips. 

“Never thought I’d see the day where you want me more than I want you... I’m going to enjoy this.”

Your breathing labors, you’re kissing him harder, pushing your chest into him. You were straining to soak up as much of him as possible, needing to fuse his body with yours. Your mind was swimming with lust as you felt the familiar build in your center. The spring coiled tighter and the intensity of your motions grew until the coil finally snapped.

Your breathing hitched as your walls clenched around nothing. Your heart racing fast in your chest as you fall limp against his muscular body.

Obito brings your arms back to his neck as his finger moves under your jaw, lifting your chin so that you are looking up at him again. 

“I hope you weren’t going to get yourself off and just leave me like this.” He says as he seductively pushes his erection into you. An involuntary moan passes your lips and your eyes slightly cross at the thought of him inside of you. 

“I’ll take that as a no.” he chuckles, “You weren’t going to forget about me.”

You feel your very mushy mind further dissolve into soup as his raspy tone resonates in your ear. Fuck, he’s so hot. How did you resist him all this time? How much loyalty must you have had for Kakashi to not allow yourself to fall helplessly into Obito’s web? It didn’t matter anymore, you were free to get caught in his snare and be devoured by him.

You close your eyes and lean into his mouth, taking custody of his bottom lip between your teeth and pulled back. As it slips from your grasp you open your eyes and with a serious glare you whisper two words Obito’s only heard in his dreams, “Take me.”

Obito’s eyes flash from brown to red as his sharingan takes over and his breathing becomes heavy. He lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist and carries you over to the flower shop counter, setting you down and tearing off your clothes.

His mouth is all over yours in a much sloppier kiss as he rids your delicate frame of the concealing fabric. You claw off his shirt, anxious to lick and nip as the muscle underneath. The more skin that’s exposed, the more your lips stray from his mouth, tracing along his jaw, his scars and the column of his neck. You were sucking and biting and marking him without shame or care of who might see his bruises. The sexiest moans come from him each time you release your mouth after leaving a new mark. The slick already dripping out of your bare cunt puddles on the countertop with each sound from his lips. 

Your hands make quick work of the front of his pants, pulling them down so that his hardened member springs out, slapping him in his abdomen. You bite your lip as your eyes widen in hunger, looking down on his manhood. 

White precum oozes at the tip, leaking out a physical sign of his immense desire. You smear it with your thumb before bringing it to your mouth. Looking Obito dead in the eyes as you suck it off your thumb. He swears his heart stops as he watches your lips wrap around the digit and sees your cheeks hollow. 

His jaw drops and his breathing becomes ragged. Your hands return to his erection, holding him at the base as you drop a glob of spit on his tip, letting it drip down before stroking him.  Your spit acts to lubricate your hand as you tug along his shaft. Obito pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, dying to close his eyes from the blissful pleasure of your small hands wrapped around his length but he can’t bring himself to look away. 

As your hands graze up and down you admire the curve of his member and the large veins running its course. You imagine how his shape will feel buried inside of you. How it will brush against all those spots that bring tears to your eyes. Before you realize it, a drop of drool falls from your lips and you quickly look up to see if Obito noticed. Your eyes are met with his and the cockiest smirk stretches his lips. 

“You droolin over my cock, Princess?”

A flush covers your cheeks and you mumble, “Maybe a little.”

You cast your eyes down in embarrassment when Obito’s hand fists your hair and pulls back till your gaze meets his intense carmine stare. 

“What was that?” he rasps

You swallow as you stare down your nose into his hungry glare

“Yes sir. I was drooling over your cock.”

Obito licks his teeth before his seductive smile splits his face. Keeping his tight grip on your hair, he leans into your ear and hums. “Don’t worry baby, you can have this cock all to yourself.”

“Thank you sir”

Obito’s eyes close as he groans at your words. He kicks his pants off the rest of the way and slots his manhood between your lower lips, sliding in its entirety with no preparation needed. You were sopping wet, anxious to have him inside of you and it was everything he made it seem in his genjutsu. 

Just the insertion alone stole your breath and formed a creamy ring around his base. 

“Gods damn, Princess. So fuckin tight” 

Obito’s breathing was labored by the feeling of finally, finally having your walls restrict around him. It was better than any dream he had or any genjutsu he conjured. This was the most surreal moment of his existence. He pulls your forehead up to his and rests them together. 

“I love you y/n, I fuckin love you with every fiber of my being.” There it is. The words he’s been dying to tell you. The ones dancing on the tip of his tongue for months. He finally said them out loud.

“Obito I-”

But you don’t have a chance to finish because he pulls you into another heated kiss. One hand tangled in your hair, the other wrapped around your upper body, pulling you into him as he begins to stroke in and out of you. You start to moan into his mouth from the strokes. It felt so sinfully good. His tip brushes all the right places and his girth stretches you wide. You feel stuffed full and you can’t get enough of him.

“M’gonna take care of this cute pussy and give her all the attention she deserves.”

“Yes sir, thank you”

“Keep callin me sir and I won’t be able to control myself, Princess.”

Obito’s strokes become harsher causing you to flail your head back in bliss, loud moans spilling from your open mouth.

His harsh snaps increase in speed and your brows pinch together in agonizing pleasure. “I’m sorry sir!” you cry as you lose all dignity. “I just want you to keep stuffing me with your cock.”

Animalistic grunts rumble from Obito’s chest, his pace quickening. The slapping sounds of his balls beating against your wet cheeks fill the room. Your creamy arousal seeping out and coating everything between your thighs, his entire pelvis, the entirety of your rear, and a good portion of the counter. You’re consumed by desire and can’t help the deadly grip it has over your body. 

Obito’s speed picks up another notch and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your body falls limp on the counter as you’re fucked stupid on his length. Each of Obito’s hands grab both of your breasts as he uses them as leverage for his thrusts. Your body bounces off of Obito’s hips with each collision but he holds you at the counter’s edge by the grip on your tits. 

His face dives into your chest, licking and sucking on each nipple as if it were his to own. He’d teeth on one while his fingers rolled the other causing you to choke on your own groans. It was filthy the way you consumed each other. The long build up of sexual tension all spilling out here on the flower shop counter. 

While still sucking on your nipple, he shifted one of your legs over his shoulder to deepen the angle. You gasped at how far he reached, his tip brushing all the right spots. You fear your eyes might permanently cross from the pleasure. Rhythmic moans are pushed out of you to the beat of Obito’s hips. Your hands clutching onto his midnight strands, nails digging into his scalp as his tongue unrelentingly laps at your buds. 

“Obito I-I’m gonna-m’gonna…”

“Say it pretty girl. Use your words.”

“M’gonna cum!”

Almost as if granting you permission, Obito pistons into you at rapid fire not just pushing you over the edge but launching you there. He wraps one arm around the back of your neck and the other pinches one of your nipples, tugging it harshly. When you cum it sprays out like a geyser, soaking his chest and dripping down his legs. You had made a huge mess and it thrilled him. 

He pulls out of you to lap at your sex. His tongue poking in and scooping out the mix of cum and spray, feasting on your labia like a man starved. It was overstimulating and you were flinching and spasming with each minute movement. 

“Obiiiiiii” you scream

Your entire core tenses up, you abdominals become sore from how tight you're squeezing. 

“Please!”

You’re thrashing from sensitivity but his grip around your legs only increases. He restrains you with all his strength, too lost in his own ambitions to let you slip away. He’s gone deaf to your cries. All his senses honed in on your taste. How soft your skin is against his tongue, how sweet your creamy cum is. He licks in and around your entire sex, consuming as much of your essence as he can. 

When he’s finally full he flips you over like a doll and sinks in from behind. Your eyes once again crossing from how his curve hits your squishy spots. Your panting and out of breath. You’re not sure how much more of this you can take but he’s not gonna stop till he gets his fill. He’s been waiting months for this moment. His unrequited love finally reciprocated. 

He starts out slow, rolling his hips gently into yours. His still soaked front soiling your backside with each kiss of his pelvis. Every time he buried himself up to the hilt a guttural groan is pressed out of your diaphragm playing like music against his ear drum. 

“Obi…thank…you.”

You say it in a soft tired whisper and a switch inside him flips.

His hands perched on your hips, grip you tightly as he begins to slam into you. Each collision sending a ripple of shockwaves through the flesh of your behind.

“Spread your cheeks.”

“Yes sir.”

Obito once more groans at the moniker. He shifts his hands up to your shoulders, giving him better leverage as you bounce off his thighs. He looks down watching how he disappears inside of you and it is a vision he will ingrain into his memory forever. He feels how his core tightens as he watches the wet slick coating his member grow more and more glossy. 

Your cheek laying against the cool countertop is pried away by Obito’s hand slipping around your neck. His grip tightens and you gasp at the restriction, your fingers sinking deeper into your own spread cheeks. 

Obito looks down noticing your neglected back door and spits on the puckered hole. He removes his other hand from your shoulder, trailing a finger down your spine all the way to where the spit pools at your sphincter. Chills populate down your spinal column as an involuntary whine slips past your throat. His constant pounding keeping your abdomen wound tight. 

He pushes his finger in as you hiss, clenching around him in response. An amused hum flushes out of him as he begins to rim you. You cry his name between gasps of pleasure and he sinks his finger in deeper. He strokes it in and out of you till he finds where your walls clamp down on him and he begins to focus on that spot.

Stroking slightly with his finger and timing it with the thrusts of his pelvis. You dissolve into a babbling mess, nothing but a heap of flesh existing in this moment for Obito to use as he pleases. He tightens his grip on your neck, cutting off your nonsensical noises as he snaps into you impossibly fast. Your nails dig into your own skin leaving behind scratch marks on your backside as you cream around him, toppling over into another orgasm.

Watching the accumulation of your cum at his base spurs Obito on and he loses all control. He pulls his finger out of your rear and sinks his clutches back in your hair. He yanks on it, lifting your chest and arching your back like his personal whore. You lose grip of your cheeks and slam your palms against the countertop, supporting your weight as Obito pounds into you with his entire being, completely lost inside your velvet walls. 

You scream as another intense orgasm wreaks havoc over your body and you spray everywhere. Obito looks down at the puddle you’ve created and shouts, “Fuck!” 

He closes his eyes and grunts. His thighs clench as the tightness in his core breaks. His moans are deafening as he empties himself inside of you. Erratic strokes milking himself within your spasming walls.

“Shit. Fuck. Shit. I’m so sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to bust in you like that.”

He pulls himself out quickly, shuttering at how his fast retreat brushed his sensitive tip, continuing to stroke himself so the rest of his cum empties on your backside.

“No.” you tiredly pant. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”

“Thank gods. I’m sorry, I got carried away.”

You stand on shaking legs to turn to him, grabbing his shoulders for stability. You breathily smile, tired eyes beaming at him. “It’s okay, really. I got carried away too.”

Just as you finish your sentence your legs give out and Obito catches you. 

“Is there a bathroom or something we can clean ourselves off in?”

“Yeah, there’s one in the back.”

Obito scoops you up bridal style and carries you through your aunt’s shop to the bathroom, setting you down to help clean your sex and legs. Obito wipes off his chest, pelvis and thighs before picking you up again and carrying you to your clothes. He sits you down in a nearby chair, dressing you like a helpless fragile being. Kissing each part of your body before covering it with cloth. 

Once you are decent, he goes and dresses himself, then heads back to the bathroom to get towels to clean up the mess on the shop’s counter and floor. You blush deeply as Obito remarks how much you squirted, forcing him to go retrieve additional towels. 

You begin to swing your legs in the chair as you watch him. Eyes soaking up his muscular frame as he attentively mops up your mess. 

When he is done, he turns to you. You notice how his eyes have turned back to their soft brown color. The intensity is gone and his loving nature returns, gushing from his very pores. He leans down and pecks your cheek. 

“So where do we go from here?”

“I think for now, we go home.”

“Who’s home?”

“Mine of course.” you say with an innocent smile

Obito kisses your forehead. “Do you have any belongings you need to bring with you?”

“My pack is over there.”

He reaches over and grabs your bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he picks you up once more and uses Kamui to bring you home. He lowers you down onto your bed and plants a tender kiss on your lips before letting you go. 

“I’m kinda hungry. You mind if we eat?”

“Sure Princess, what do you want?”

“We don’t have to go anywhere. I have leftovers in the fridge. Is that alright?”

“Of course.”

“You like dumplings?”

“They’re my favorite.”

You blush. “I guess that’s what they call serendipity.”

“I guess it is.”

You guide Obito over to your kitchen, holding his hand as you take out the dumplings and heat them up. Obito stands behind you the entire time, hugging you, unable to let you go. He was incredibly clingy but after these lonely weeks you welcomed it. 

Once done eating you lay on the couch together, resting in Obito’s arms without the guilt of your feelings for Kakashi laying over your heart. Yes you still loved him but you weren’t built to date a celebrity. A normal relationship is what you need and Obito can give that to you. You nestle deeper into him, enjoying the bliss of something new. 

Eventually you drag yourselves off the couch and get ready for bed. You phish out a new toothbrush for him to borrow and he strips down to his briefs, using them as his pajamas. You can’t help but ogle at how the gray spandex stretches over his bulge. He was definitely a shower, not a grower, and it was an arousing detail to note. 

The two of you crawl into your bed, him spooning you from behind. As Obito wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, he thinks about how this was the happiest day of his existence. He knows he’ll never allow himself to forget it. Obito nudges your neck with his nose as he settles against you, the smell of your shampoo filling his nostrils and lulling him off to sleep. A deep satisfying and peaceful sleep that both of you found yourselves desperately needed.

**********************************************

The morning sun filters through your curtains, splashing its rays over your faces. You squint as you look over your shoulder at Obito resting so peacefully behind you. You softly roll over in his arms, trying to get a better look at him. 

Your fingerpads trailed along the scarlines of his face that tore deep into his skin yet added so much character to his square jawline. Your eyes flitted over his shaggy tuft of raven hair that never seemed to be combed down. But if you’re being honest with yourself, you preferred it that way. Your eyes then follow your hand as it grazes over his bicep. You notice the blend of white skin with his nude tone and marvel at the power of Hashiraman cells. Your fingertips begin to trace the veins that span the course of his arms, feeding oxygen to the bulky muscle built upon every bone in his body. The man was more in shape than Kakashi, which was saying something. 

You folded your arms in between your chests and continued to gaze up at him. How could a man be so intimidating to everyone he meets yet to you he is nothing but warmth? You bury your face into his chest, not ready to wake up yet. You want to lay just a little longer in his arms before you begin your shift at the shop. 

As you rest your head against his chest you hear him softly moan and tighten his embrace. It makes you smile knowing how happy Obito is to be sharing this moment with you. The love of an Uchiha is a powerful force. It’s hard to push away feelings so strong. To finally accept his affection felt easy and right. You just wish you could stop thinking about Kakashi. It hurt so much to even think his name. Yet everytime you open your eyes to look up at Obito, you see a reflection of Kakashi in his features. 

“Mmmm…” you hear the grumbling of his groggy voice as he squeezes you during his morning stretch. 

“Obi!” you squeal. 

“Sorry Princess. Don’t wanna let go.” he sleepily says as he rubs his cheek against your hair. 

“I don’t wanna get up either but I have to go to work in a few hours.”

“Perfect. We can cuddle for a few hours.”

You giggle at his neediness. “No, I have chores to do, Obi. I can’t lay in bed!”

“Lies. There’s no chores.”

“Obi…” you try to tickle him but he only squeezes you tighter. “Obi” you kiss his jaw. “I’d love” another kiss to his neck “to say and cuddle but” you kiss him one final time, “I have things to get done.”

“Do we have to get up?”

“Yes Obi” you giggle again. 

Why is he so cute?

You squirm out of his arms and start getting dressed for the day. He lays in your bed and watches you. It’s not till you say that you need to shower that he fully gets out of bed, insisting that he needs to join you to ‘conserve water.’ After a little bit of fooling around, you finally get clean and dry off, ready to get started on your to-do list after a spot of breakfast. While finishing your food Obito suddenly changes the course of the conversation.

“Princess, when are you going to get a real job?”

You give Obito a bit of a glare for his phrasing of the question.

“Well, I haven’t quite decided what I’m doing yet. However, I’m very tempted by Lord Garra’s offer. I even visited the Sand last week to look at potential housing.”

Obito felt his heart drop to his stomach. 

“You’re moving to the Sand?!”

“Well, it’s that or learn a whole new trade.”

“But you don’t need to go to the Sand to do translations! You can do that here at the Leaf!”

“I can’t Obi. You know that.”

“You can’t run away to the Sand just to avoid your ex boyfriend, Princess! Stop acting like a child!”

“I’m not acting like a child! I’m accepting a higher position with better pay! It’s a promotion and if you love me as much as I think you do, you’d be proud!”

“But…” He doesn’t want to say it but he can’t handle the idea of you running away just when he finally got you. 

“You can visit me. You can teleport into the village whenever you want.”

“I’m not supposed to do that though. It could cause an international incident.”

“It hasn’t stopped you before.”

“That was different.”

“Was it?”

“Yes Princess! It was!”

“Obito, what’s the big deal?!”

“The big deal is your leaving! And over what?! Some drama with Kakashi!”

“It wasn’t just some drama Obito! You know that better than anyone else!”

Obito goes quiet before he speaks again

“Am I ever going to be enough?”

“What?” You felt disarmed by his question

“Enough for you to be happy? Enough for you to stay?”

His eyes look up at you, their full intensity boring into your stare. You don’t know what to say. Work is important to you. You don’t want to sacrifice it again. Especially not over a guy, not a second time. 

“Obito…It’s not about if you’re enough. It’s about not repeating the same mistakes.”

“I…I um,” Obito is trying to hide his hurt but he feels the sudden need to be alone. “I’ll see you later, okay Princess?”

“Obito, I’m sorry!”

“We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Obito, please don’t leave.”

“Have a good day, Princess.”

He kisses the top of your head as he hugs you goodbye, ignoring your pleas to stay. 

“Obito, wait!”

He closes the door and disappears, making a quick exit to avoid further hurt. You sit at your table a mess of emotions. 

This morning had been so good. Why did he have to ask that stupid question?

You grab the plates off the table and go to deposit them in the sink before heading out to run your errands feeling your chest tighten as you think about Obito.

************************************************

Kakashi is back at headquarters holding an intelligence briefing with the elders, Sasuke, and your replacement. Lady Tsunade joins them after finally making it back to the village after an extended trip around the great nations, enjoying her retirement. Having nearly a year’s worth of events to catch up on, she was naturally invited. 

“We believe these markings on the wall of the temple speak of a second divine tree that will be planted after a century.” The new intelligence officer states, “Based on the age, we believe that is only a few years away.”

“That’s very troublesome news. And we’re sure the translation is accurate?” Lord Hamura asks

“Admittedly we’re not. It was the best we could do with the resources we have.”

“What does Y/N think?” Lady Tsunade interjects

Kakashi scratches his temple and casts his eyes towards the floor.

“What? Did something happen?”

Sasuke clears his throat and speaks on Kakashi’s behalf. “She quit a few weeks back.”

“She what?!”

“She was unhappy about being taken off active duty after there was an incident with the Stone.”

“Why was she on active duty to begin with?! She was supposed to be Department Head!”

Tsunade’s anger towards the news of your resignation was only made worse by the confusion she felt. Lady Koharu speaks up to clarify. 

“Well actually, after it was revealed that she was in a romantic partnership with Lord Sixth we had told her we could no longer accept her candidacy.”

“You WHAT?!”

Tsunade’s fuse was short and the news of everything that happened while she was away enjoying her retirement had it lit.

“It was a conflict of interest.”

“You IDIOTS! She’s the most talented linguist in the five great nations and you care about who she’s dating?!”

“As you can see, we were right to worry. She didn’t respond well to direct orders from Lord Sixth when it came to her last mission.”

“Well you see Lady Koharu, that was-” Kakashi barely had the strength to say the words out loud, “That was my fault.”

Tsunade stands to her full height, anger feuling her words, “You numbskull geezers fail to see the full picture. Who cares who she seeing? We need her! Kakashi, you better prepare to beg.”

“Lady Fifth, I-I don’t think she’ll hear what I have to say right now.”

“Fine. I guess it’s up to me to fix the mess you three created.” The look of fire in her eyes has the entire room uneasy “She’s going to be Department Head. If that’s what it takes to get her back, that’s what she’ll get. She deserves the position anyways.”

The elders shrink before Tsunade as they nod in agreement. 

Feeling the matter was settled Tsunade left the meeting to go find you and rectify the situation. 

****************************************************

You're cutting the stems off a new batch of flowers in the back of the shop when you hear the bell ring. “Ino, can you get that?” 

You overhear the sound of female voices followed by footsteps heading in your direction. “Ino, what is…it?”

Your words trail off as you realize Lady Fifth is standing before you. 

“Lady Tsunade, to what do I owe the honor?” you bow your head as you address her.

“Oh drop the formalities, Y/N. We’ve worked together enough.”

“I’m sorry, but why are you here?”

“To bring you back, of course?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Don’t play stupid. We need you back at headquarters.”

“I’m sorry. I know you have been gone a long time so you don’t understand, but I’m quite happy with my decision to leave.”

“Y/N, we need you. We cannot investigate the Otsusuki without you.”

“I’m sure Sasuke is doing just fine.”

“Y/N, your mind is quintessential to the success of our intelligence team. Come back to headquarters.”

“Lady Tsunade...”

“Y/N, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“I can’t…after everything that’s happened.”

“You’ll be Department Head.”

“Wha…” The word gets caught in your throat. Disbelief widened your eyes. “The elders-”

“Have spoken. As a village advisor myself, I have every right to contribute to this decision and the elders agree with me. Like I said, I’m not taking no for an answer here.”

“You’ll-you’ll give me the job, just like that?”

“You earned it. It was never going to belong to anyone else.”

“Lady Fifth, I-I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll take it.”

“Y-yes, yes, of course, I’ll take it!”

“Good. I intend to stop by your new office on Monday. Make sure you’re there.”

“Yes ma’am”

With your confirmation, Lady Tsunade pressed an office key into your hand and retired from the shop. 

You were left feeling a whirl of emotions. You weren’t looking forward to seeing Kakashi again, or working for him, but you did need the pay and it was your dream job. One you had spent five years working towards. The promotion that was rightfully yours now actually is! Kakashi drama aside, you hold the key to your chest and squeal in excitement. 

You need to find Shiho and celebrate.

**********************************************

A bit hungover after a late night out with Shiho, you drag your feet across the village carrying your box of textbooks and office decorations. You wished you were on better terms with Obito so he could just Kamui you to the building but you hadn’t seen him yet to tell him the good news. 

You fear you broke him yesterday morning with all that talk of going to the Sand. You want to find him and tell him you’re not leaving. Tell him you’re going to face Kakashi and start fresh as Department Head. But alas, it is Saturday morning so he wasn’t going to be at headquarters. Who knows where he spends his time beyond headquarters, missions, and bothering you... 

In your new office, you lift the picture frame of you and Shiho from the Gala out of the box. It really was a beautiful dress you wore. You don’t think you ever felt prettier than you did that night. You grab another frame out the box. This one is brand new. It was a picture of you and Shiho from last night. 

Is it professional to have a picture of yourself drunk on your work desk? Absolutely not. But is it a core memory you want to look at whenever you are stressed? Yes. 

As you set the frame down you hear a man walking down the hallway. You notice his footsteps and your eyes lift just in time to see a white mane come to a halt in your doorway.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Part 15 Masterlist

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Kisame Hoshigaki Friendship to Lovers Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Fluff

𓆃 It's about the only way it's going to go. Kisame isn't exactly the type to seek out a romantic relationship off the bat. He just isn't very interested, but unlike some of his peers, he hasn't sworn off the potential of a partnership.

𓆃 And yes, to him it's a partnership which is why the friendship to lovers pipeline is so smooth. Because in any potential professional partnership, you'll grow closer and more personal until you've ended up in a place where you don't know what you are per se.

𓆃 Will Kisame ever answer you? Hell no. You shouldn't even ask because he'll laugh you off, mess up your hair, and move along.

𓆃 He's weird about labels, but that doesn't stop him from being territorial.

𓆃 Rather, he expects for your relationship to be just be understood. That any special relationship or importance or any other sappy title doesn't need to be said nor should it (because that's the line of work your in).

𓆃 While he doesn't really stick to the old-fashioned shinobi codes, they are very deeply ingrained in him. The Hidden Mist was a very rough village and used draconic methods for longer than a good number of other shinobi societies.

𓆃 So while Kisame doesn't swear off close friends or other valued individuals, he's prone to keeping other's at an arm's length. The underlying value also being that he wouldn't hesitate to cut down anyone for the sake of a mission.

𓆃 It's likely best if you understand that to a degree. Not to say that you would have to agree, but being in the shinobi world should allow you to understand his attitudes.

𓆃 Although, this doesn't differ too much from other shinobi values.

𓆃 An ideal partnership would be most possible with someone Kisame hits it off with. He likes the kind of person who is willing to go along with impulsive ideas and keeps things interesting.

𓆃 Not to mention who will make a great sparring partner. It's how he likes to have his fun, so if you have good stamina and take pride in your combat abilities, you're sure to build a close relationship.

𓆃 Kisame likes to roughhouse and that will make up a significant chunk of your banter.

𓆃 And you'll carry on just like that, not even noticing the exceptions you make for each other because you're together all the time.

𓆃 And one day, maybe he'll surprise you.

𓆃 "I've had my fill," Kisame might say, heaving a heavy sigh the last of his opponents falls to the ground.

𓆃 You might snort, jesting that you had never heard him say that before or a snide remark about how you fought more than he did.

𓆃 And when Kisame tells you, "I think I'm retired," he doesn't blame you when you laugh at him. He snickers along with you at the ridiculous thought.

𓆃 Because he never truly is retired. But if turning in a bounty to get the fighting itch out of his system before coming to your secluded spot by the shore to start dinner is his version of retired, you supposed you should give it to him.

𓆃 You'd throw your headbands and cloaks off a nearby cliff. You'd build your little cottage yourselves, your two weapons next to the door as if they were umbrellas.

𓆃 A little dock would be nearby where you'd continue to spar, and a thick, fortified kitchen table for when you're stitching each other up later that night.

𓆃 You supposed nothing really changes in Kisame's version of retirement other than no longer having any allegiance to a nation.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I'm still recharging but since it's taking so long I wanted to throw y'all a bone.

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Please... don't leave me...

Shisui X Gn!Reader

Ino X Gn!Reader

(You die)

Warnings: very mild description of injuries, blood, death, grief, major character death

Shisui

It was supposed to be a simple mission, barely a B-Rank

So why, why was he forced to experience this horrible sight?

You two were separated and he could only see you out of the corner of his eye

He cut the enemy down with his tanto and wanted to Shunshin his way to you

But when he turned around he could do nothing but watch as the enemies stabbed you right through the heart

Shunshin-ing his way to you he grabs your body before it was able to hit the ground. Propping you up on one arm he jumped onto a tree branch, quickly shooting a huge fireball at the cluster of enemies and dashing towards the team medic.

Shisui unties his headband and ties it as tight as possible around your chest, pressing his hand on the wound for extra pressure.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. I promise, you'll be fine", he mutters, not daring to look down at you.

"Shi-sui... listen to me... please...", you mumble, into his shirt, barely able to keep your eyes open at this point.

He gulps, his breath stuttering and hands shaking, but... his heart breaks at the simple thought of not fulfilling this tiny, little favour for you. So, with his heart full of worry, he looks down at you and his stomach drops.

Your usually so bright eyes are dull, almost no life left within them, your clothes and his headband is stained crimson red, some of it dripping out the corner of your mouth.

You grab onto his hand and his heart stops. Your usually so comforting and warm skin was cold as ice.

"Shisui, I love you... please remember that... and when I'm dead-" "No, you won't die. We're almost at the medic"

He interrupts you, gritting his teeth at the mention of you dying. You two were supposed to get married and have children, not... this.

You place a shaky hand on his cheek, feeling a tear drop down his beautiful face. You can feel your strength leaving your body with every pump of your heart, probably only a few seconds left of life within you.

"Shisui... please move on... I want you to be happy... I love you", you manage to press out, your vision blurry from blood loss and your body numb.

Oh how tragic that you can no longer see or feel your love, not even one last time.

"No, Y/N, you won't-"

When your hand falls down from his face he stops mid-sentence, but still rushing towards the medic.

"Y/N?", he mumbles, stopping in his tracks and looking down on your peaceful face. Despite the blood and dirt on your cold skin, you look just as beautiful as when he first fell in love with you.

"I love you too, Y/N. I'm so sorry you weren't there anymore to hear it."

Shisui places his hand over your eyes and closes them, wiping the leftovers from the battle away from your face, making it look like you were merely sleeping. He unties his headband from your chest and grabs yours as well.

His blood soaked headband goes into his pocket, while yours is now tied around his forehead.

The young shinobi simply drops his back against the tree and sits down on the floor, cradling your body against his, the warmth that was once comforting now being replaced by quickly cooling blood bringing nothing but dread, tears falling onto your cheek

Back in Konoha he begrudgingly hands your body over to the medical staff, since they need to perform an autopsy

He walks back to his home in the Uchiha district, his mind having long switched to auto-pilot

He passes the food stands and restaurants, sees a few children playing catch

One of the old ladies greets him, he simply returns a half-hearted wave

After what feels like an eternity he finally reaches his door and unlocks it, closing it and collapses onto ground, back leaning against the door and just... breaks down completely

Fat tears streaming down his face like the waterfall he and Itachi always go to, sobbing so loud he's worried his neighbours will hear him and his hands shaking so violently, if he were to throw a kunai he'd miss the target by at least 1 metre

His vest is still soaked in your blood, his hair is dirty and his clothing is sweaty but he couldn't care less

The pain in his heart is so overwhelming, he feels as if he's about to have a heart attack

His eyes hurt so much from all the crying, if he were to unlock a new form of the Mangekyo, he wouldn't even be surprised

After probably hours his tears finally stop but sobs still escape his throat

His extremely dry throat

Did I really cry to the point of complete dehydration?

But now... Shisui is simply so exhausted, but he doesn't want to sleep yet

Not with all this dirt and blood and sweat on him

He's worried that it will overpower the light scent you left on his sheets and that's something he'd rather die than risk

Kicking his shoes off and carelessly throwing them into the corner he stumbles into the bathroom, throws his clothes in the washing machine and takes a long shower

Once he's done he barely bothers to dry off and simply stands there, letting the air do the rest of the job

He throws on some random pants he found in his closet and falls onto his bed, his bed that now seems way too cold and much too large for a single person to sleep in

Tightly clutching your headband against his chest, the only thing of you he managed to protect

He stares at the ceiling and simply wonders what gods have cursed him to feel this pain again

A pain that isn't just felt in his mind, but also his body

A pain that rips at his heart and punches into his gut

That freezes his blood and makes him shake uncontrollably

Y/N... I can't do this without you

Ino

You were accompanying the Ino-Shika-Cho-Trio on a mission of theirs

Although you didn't know the boys as well as Ino does, you were still at least good acquaintances

However, you were separated by a swarm of enemies, Choji and Shikamaru were together while Ino and you were left

You were supposed to protect Ino, considering her close-combat isn't her specialty and she's supposed to be the Medic of the group

But Ino, being the kind woman she is, of course transferred her mind to one of the enemies, being able to hold most of them away

Keyword: Most

She wasn't able to stop the one who sliced into your gut like you were a piece of meat

"Y/N!", Ino's scream wailed through the thick of the forest, almost ripping her eardrums apart, but... if she stopped the mind transfer now she might not be able to defend herself.

Suddenly all the loose enemies, stop moving in their tracks and their shadows have grown much longer than natural. The ground was shaking as a red boulder was rolling towards them. Ino quickly ends the mind transfer, her soul getting back to her own body, she quickly grabs you and jumps away.

Her tears fall onto your face and she immediately places her hands onto your stomach, immediately starting to send her chakra into your body, doing absolutely everything to stop the bleeding.

"Ino...", you begin to mumble, knowing there's no way you'd make it. You didn't want her to waste anymore chakra, just in case there are more enemies nearby.

"No, no don't talk, Y/N. Save your strength", she immediately protests, every ounce of energy should go into you staying alive. You grab softly onto her wrist, trying to give her at least a little bit of comfort.

"Just... remember that it's not your fault... and that... I will always love you... and please... try to move on..." You try to make out her perfect face and kind eyes, but see nothing but a skin-coloured blur. The metallic taste on your tongue almost completely disappearing as well.

Your hand falls onto the ground and your head rolls to the side, looking away from her with your dull, lifeless eyes.

She stops the chakra flow, her lips quivering as she brings her hands to her face and just... starts sobbing. She buries her face in your chest, her tears wetting your clothing even more.

Shikamaru and Choji carefully approach her, already having grasped the situation by hearing her loud wails. Choji wraps his arms around her and Shikamaru closes your eyes, not being able to look at them any longer.

"First Asuma and now... This isn't fair! I never wanted to feel like this again... I can't take this anymore, I can't handle another loss", she bawls, her loud wails turning into quiet sobs.

"Ino...", Choji begins but promptly closes his mouth, not knowing what to say. Asuma's death ripped broke all their hearts, but a lover's death? Probably nothing but dust remained at this point.

When they returned to Konoha, Shikamaru and Choji walked their friend home

Upon returning, Ino disappeared into her room, not even bothering to greet her parents

After a few hours her father carefully knocked and tried to call her for dinner

"Not hungry", she simply answered

That was completely true, quite frankly, she felt like she could never eat again

How much it hurts to do something you will never do again

Thankfully Inoichi left her alone, he himself not being a stranger to grief, just like most shinobi

She put on her sleepwear, and laid down on her bed, not even bothering with her skincare routine

Yet sleep didn't take her away from her worries like she hoped

Every time she closed her eyes she could see your dead body under her hands, hear your last words, smell the blood

She got up to drink a glass of water, but upon entering her room again her eyes fell upon your last gift to her

A beautiful, porcelain vase

It must have cost a fortune, but you justified it with 'only the best for the best'

She teared up again at the memory but didn't want it the vase to stand there all empty and useless

She carefully picked the vase up and sneaked downstairs to the flower shop

She grabbed a multitude of flowers consisting of Lily of The Valleys (death), black roses (death), white Chrysanthemums (grief in Japanese culture), Orchids (I will always love you), Forget-Me-Nots (always be remembered) and Hyacinths (anguish and sorrow)

Out of all these flowers she made a grief bouquet, filling the vase with water and placing it on her nightstand

She continued to stare at it for a while

I'm the flowers and you're the vase. Without me you serve no purpose, and I without you, I am fated to wither away

[dira333]

Life flashes by - Kisame x reader

A/N: Don't look at me, I blame this set of HC's - @wing-ed-thing

There are moments when your whole life flashes by.

As a Shinobi, these moments either happen frequently or only once. And then you’re dead.

So far, you’ve been lucky, always coming back from your missions to share a drink with your friends - you might have had to postpone that drink once or twice until you were able to walk on your own, but that’s neither here nor there.

This time, however, might be different.

-

A black and red coat moves in the wind. There’s that usual tingle rushing over your skin. Your teammates might be better at Ninjutsu than you, but their mediocre Genjutsu skills will be no match for the Genjutsu you expect to hit any moment.

But, don’t Akatsuki members usually travel in pairs?

You jump back, a giant sword splitting the ground where you stood just a moment ago.

“You’re fast.” A gravely voice calls out. Are you imagining that or is there laughter in his voice? “I like that.”

You charge, call out for your teammates even though you’re not the team leader. Which is a bunch of bullshit, because said team lead is already long gone, eyes glazed over as he’s caught in a Genjutsu.

“Scramble.” You yell to the other remaining member. “Don’t let him catch you in a Genjutsu.” 

You don’t get another word out after that, too busy to deflect each stroke of the massive sword the guy in front of you is wielding.

He’s got a good arm, a better aim, and an almost manic grin on his face.

“You’re holding up good.” He declares, cocks his head to the side as he slides back. “You into Taijutsu?”

You huff as you slide back, use the short break to unseal a bigger weapon. “Cool sword you have there.” You call back. “Compensating for something?”

He laughs, loud and carefree. “I like you.” He declares. “You’re fun.”

“Fun enough to tell me what you’re doing here?” You ask, eyeing him a bit closer. Now that he’s not constantly moving, you can fully see his headband. He’s a former Nin of Kirigakure. His skin has a blueish tint, but his eyes, teeth, and the gill-like structure on his cheeks make him look even more like a shark.

“Did you bond too closely with a Shark?” You ask, sidestepping when he lunges forward. “Or are you into cosmetic surgery?”

“You think I’m good looking?” He asks, trying to swipe your feet out from under you. You jump and swing your own longsword down at him. He moves just in time, but you cut off the tiniest part of his sleeve, the fabric tumbling to the ground.

To a bystander, it would look like you’re about to beat him, but you know better. He’s trying to fool you. For all his fishy complexion, the guy fights like a cat. He likes playing with his food.

You’ve long lost sight of the street you’d been on when you met his partner. Your team is either dead or thinks that of you.

Without backup, this is going to be a hard fight to win.

And while you’re not one to lose hope, you’re not about flirting to get away easier.

“Well, how would you know that I’m into that sort of thing.” You throw back just as you swipe for his head. He blocks it, grinning widely back at you.

“Really? Well, what do you say? We get out of here and have some fun?”

You’re about to respond when a voice calls out from somewhere behind the trees.

“Kisame. Finish this.”

Kisame grunts in response, which reveals his name to you. When he swings his sword this time, you move back in time, but your feet hit a stray root and you lose your balance.

It’s such a stupid mistake, one that will surely cost you your life.

You tumble to the ground and throw up your sword to block his. Your right elbow awkwardly hits the ground and you cry out without really meaning too, managing to roll over and jump up just in time to deflect another stroke of his sword. Your right arm is pretty much useless now, but you refuse to give up. A few more moves and you’re cornered against a tree. Your left arm shakes with the full weight of your weapon and blood is running down your right arm where he’s now managed to cut you. Your own headband lies somewhere close, cut off by another close strike of his sword. Your hair falls around your head like a halo and you’re panting.

“You’re tried already?” You ask him when he moves slowly toward you. “I could keep going like this all day.”

He grins. One more stroke and your own sword is on the ground, his body and his sword caching you in. You move to grab a Kunai, unwilling to give up, but he’s faster.

His face is so close, you can feel his breath ghost over you. 

“You need to work on your balance.” He says, his eyes moving over you. “That was a stupid mistake.”

You snort. “Thanks. I’m going to take it into account when I get back to training later.”

His grin widens. “Really?”

“Sure.” You try to cross your arms, but it’s impossible, not just because your right arm won’t move, but because he’s so close now, he’s almost pressed against you.

This, this is the moment you should see your life flash before you. 

You’ve been close to death before, but never like this. Kisame looks like he’s not done playing, eyeing you like he’s waiting for something.

“How thick is your head?” You ask.

He grunts in surprise.

“Why’d you ask?”

“If I headbut you, I could get out of this.” You tell him, your feet already moving you into position. He throws back his head and laughs, just as loud and carefree as he did before.

“You’re really something.” He says when he looks back at you again. You’re just about to do it, when he moves instead. Kisame leans in, ghosts his lip over your jaw so quickly and almost… gently, almost like the thought of a kiss instead of the true gesture, and then he steps back again.

“Keep up the training.” He says, putting his sword away as if you’d been doing just that. Training. “I don’t want it to be boring when I come back for you.”

You stay there, frozen against the tree, until he’s long gone. The ghost of his kiss still tickles your jaw.

Did that really just happen?

-

The next time you meet Kisame, half a year has passed. 

You’d been promoted to a Jonin - finally - even though some voices still don’t believe that you really fought Kisame Hoshigaki and came back alive.

You don’t think they’d believe you more if you told them about the kiss, so you keep that a secret.

This time, you’re alone, no teammate in sight, when a distinctly blue hand grabs your arm and pulls you from the street into the shrubbery.

You fight for about an hour, a back and forth of hits and strokes, until your top is barely hanging onto you, and his coat is shed into a million pieces.

He’s grinning, 

“You worked on your balance.” He declares, ramming his sword into the ground. “And your stamina?”

“Fuck you.” You spit out, but there’s no venom behind it. You’re still fighting the smile pulling at your lips. “My stamina was always this good.”

Kisame smirks. 

“Really?” He asks and there’s something dangerous in his voice now. You don’t dare to lower your sword. 

“Do I get to leave today?” You ask, masking the thrill in your body with an almost bored voice. “Or do you have plans?”

“Oh, I have plans allright.” Kisame snorts, “There’s a river close by.”

You furrow your brows. “What’s that supposed to mea-” You halt, frozen in surprise when he pulls off his shirt with one fluid motion and flings it into your direction.

You’re used to Shinobi bodies. Trained abs and strong arms. Usually, those muscles are covered in scars, but Kisame’s skin is a milky blue, unmarred in every place you can see.

Kisame clears his throat pointedly and your eyes snap up to his. The grin is wearing tells you that he’s not only caught you staring, he’s watched you do it the whole entire time.

“You coming?” He asks and moves, away from you and the scene of your fighting.

If anyone in Konoha asks - but you doubt they will - you did not skinny dip with a Rogue Nin instead of completing your mission.

If anyone asks, you got pulled into a Genjutsu, unable to free yourself for multiple hours. Your top is shredded? Well, that must have happened while you were under the influence of said Genjutsu.

You will never tell - not that anyone in Konoha would believe you - but you’d never known that swimming could be as thrilling as you’ve learned today.

The cold water is invigorating and fighting in it is both difficult and easy at the same time.

A punch that would break your bone on land feels almost like a caress, but the swift movements you’re used to are reduced to a slow drag as water pushes back against your every muscle.

The best thing, however, is laying there in the cold water after the fight, letting it run over your warm muscles, well aware that Kisame is right next to you, just as naked as you, but completely careless as he tells you about the seven swordsmen of the mist like it’s a tale told to children. One of his hands is curled around your wrist as if to keep you from being drawn away.

At some point, you fall asleep. When you wake up, your head rests comfortably on his chest. You feel safe.

-

There’s almost a Routine to it now, one you’re not exactly proud of, but still unwilling to stop.

You don’t know how he does it, but he finds you, every single time your mission takes you away from Konoha.

There’s a certain threshold you must pass to make him appear, it seems, because if the mission doesn’t take you out far enough, you come back home without the usual gift of new cuts and bruises he usually brings with him.

You don’t know if anyone suspects anything. You’re not some famous Jonin - like Kakashi nor do you have some wild reputation - like Kakashi. Now that Kisame has layed off of killing your team members - that had been quite the discussion but you made it through - you seemingly run under the radar.

Until Genma fucking Shiranui decides to change that.

“Your fighting style is weird.” He points out one day. It’s all downhill from that.

“You know, there’s nothing wrong about being picky.” He comments when you shoot down some poor Chunin who thinks you’d love to date anyone just because you’re apparently single. Well, you are single, kind off. Kisame and you never discussed that kind of thing in between fighting and kissing and… skinny dipping.

“I agree.” You answer curtly. “Nothing wrong about being picky.”

“Mhm… But you know, most picky people don’t sneak off every time they’re on a mission outside of Konoha. Only to come back…” He makes a gesture that looks vaguely vulgar and you glare at him.

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“Yeah, well… Iwashi saw something….”

“Iwashi should keep away from the Sake.” You point out. “In case you haven’t noticed, he does see a lot of things that aren’t there.”

You leave after that, adamant about getting some distance between you and Genma. Only to be put on the same team with him two days later. And your mission takes you almost all the way to Kirigakure. 

.

It’s not a good idea to sneak away. Not when Genma’s obviously keeping an eye on you.

But you don’t doubt that Kisame’s going to find you anyway and this way you will at least keep your teammates alive. Even if some of them - Genma - don’t deserve it.

“Before we fight.” You say when you notice his Chakra Signature, “We have to talk.”

“Oh, do we?” He pulls Samehada from his back and twirls it around. “Can’t we talk while we fight?”

“This is important. Well, it’s important to me.” Your voice is thick with an emotion you don’t want to think about. Is it fear? You’re not sure.

Kisame’s quiet for a moment, eyeing his sword in the dim light before he rams it into the ground and takes the few steps necessary to pull you close.

“You’re important to me.” He says and digs his nose into your hair. “What’s bothering you?”

“I think we have to stop this.” You mumble into his chest, the wide collar of his coat tickling your cheeks. “Some of Konoha’s finest are onto us.”

His arms tighten around you. “So kill them and get it over with.”

You snort. “It’s not that easy, Kisame. I can’t just go around and kill others. That would make me a Rogue.”

“You made yourself a Rogue that day you kissed me.” He points out. You can’t see his grin, but you can hear it in his voice. He sounds so self-satisfied, you dig your fingers into your side.

“I know I can’t eat my cake and have it too, but do you have to point it out like that?”

“What do you wanna do?” He asks instead, voice a little rougher. You know that sound. It usually only comes out when he tells you about his past in Kirigakure or when he kisses you before you have to leave.

You sigh. “I think… if we don’t meet as often, we could… I don’t know, fly under the radar?”

“Or… and hear me out here… You could leave. I have a safe house not far from here. I built it before joining the Akatsuki. It’s a little secluded and we’d have a pretty calm life, but if we want, we can go up to the village and do some missions. It’d just be us and the pups if we want some. Or just us and the sea, training when we want to, missions when we need the exercise.”

You swallow thickly. It sounds too good to be true. It is too good to be true.

“I’m… I’ll… I’ll think about it, okay?” You offer and he nods into your hair.

For a long moment, no one speaks. But Kisame isn’t one for staying quiet and he pulls away first.

Without much flourish, he pulls the ring he’s always been wearing from his finger. He weighs it in his hand for a moment before he takes your hand and puts the ring on your thumb, the only finger it will fit on.

“If you encounter any Akatsuki members, this will tell them that you belong to me. I can tell you how to find my house and I’ll lay off. If you want to see me again, you’ll have to find me this time.”

There’s a thick lump in your throat that keeps you from speaking, so you nod and nod, forcing yourself to memorize his explanations until you feel certain that you will be able to find his house with your eyes closed. There’s no open water nearby and by now, you’ve spent so much time away from the others, you fear that Genma’s probably already looking for you. There’s no time for a last fight, or a last chance to feel the thrill of swimming with him.

-

Live in Konoha is different when there’s no distraction.

Training is so much duller without being able to look forward to a fight with Kisame. Comparing the safe practices of Konoha to the thrill of almost dying is unfair, but you can’t help yourself.

You’re not willing to part with your old life, but you’re not willing to like it either, it seems.

At some point, you even force yourself to go on a date, but you’re miserable the entire time and the guy doesn’t even notice it, asking when he can see you again when all you want is to gauge his eyes out or at least do something about his non-stop talking.

When a new mission takes you away from Konoha, you know Kisame will not show up. He hasn’t done that for the last three missions and you know him enough to know that he’ll stick to his word.

But you still find yourself packing most of your belongings into scrolls. Just in case, you tell yourself, as you write letters to the few friends you have. Just in case.

Kisame doesn’t show up. But Kirigakure does, in a way you hadn’t expected.

The boy is roughly five years old, Kunai ready even though he’s outnumbered.

“I won’t go back.” He calls out. You’re not sure what he means, but you don’t like the way Iwashi eyes him. 

“What a freak.” Aoi mutters to your left. His lips are curled in disdain.

The boy’s skin has the slightest grey tint. It could be malnourishment or something else, you’re not sure, but his eyes are what tells him apart. They’re big and purple, but their form is clearly animalistic, reminding you of… Kisame.

You swallow thickly as your mind races. 

When the first Kunai goes flying, the boy isn’t the one who’s throwing it. Aoi is.

You move on instinct, dodge the Kunai with your own. Behind your back, you can feel the boy quivering.

“What are you doing?” You hiss. “He’s a kid.”

“He’s from Kirigakure.” Aoi dismisses. “Only dead Kiri-nin are good Kiri-nin. You should know that.”

Iwashi eyes you from the side.

“Is this about your affair?” He asks, voice dripping with hatred. “Because if so, keep the kid and leave. We don’t want people like you in Konoha.”

The words are out before you realize it, but you know they’re the truth.

“If Konoha consists of people like you, I don’t want to be part of that.” You reach behind your back, hand open and offering. To your surprise, the boy takes your hand.

You’re gone before Iwashi or Aoi can mutter another comment.

Only when you’re miles away, do you dare to stop and get to know your new companion.

-

By the time Kisame finds you, you’ve made yourself a home in his house.

He’d not been home for some time when you arrived, leaving you and Shizuma

to clean up his mess. 

Like you’ve grown to know him, Kisame’s stealthy in his approach.

One moment you’re in the kitchen making dinner, the next he’s standing behind you, teeth bared at your throat.

Shizuma squeaks behind you as you giggle.

“You’re scaring the kid, babe.��� You say and Kisame snorts and kisses your skin instead of biting it.

“What’s up with that anyway.” He mumbles into your neck, quiet enough that Shizuma might not be able to catch it.

“Met him on my last mission as a Konoha Nin. He was abused so badly, he ran away. Good thing he happened to run into me.”

Kisame halts and turns, eyes Shizuma who’s trying to hide behind the table.

“Can you swim, kid?”

“Yessir!”

“Show me.”

“Don’t throw him in!” Your words fall on deaf ears.

The Hoshigaki house is just a few meters away from where the water licks at the shore. Shizuma has barely made two steps out from the house before Kisame grabs him, pulls him up, and on his shoulder to squint at him.

“You don’t weigh enough.” He tells the kid matter-of-factly. “You got to eat more.”

“Yessir!” Shizuma squeaks out just seconds before Kisame flings him into the water. He follows suit a moment later and you huff, turn back to take the pot from the stove only to follow the boys into the water. You suppose Dinner can wait a bit longer.

-

About one year later…

Kisame’s snoring so loudly that the Dock shakes beneath him. The Sun is on its way to its resting place, its golden light caressing your husband’s face as it says goodbye.

Shizuma’s made himself a home on Kisame’s chest, curled into a ball that has significantly grown in size - and weight - over the last year. 

The only reason you’re not enjoying the last rays of sunshine with the boys is the squirming ball of energy in your arms.

You bite into your daughter's ear as if you’re going to eat it. She stills for almost a second before she starts moving again. Her hands find the necklace you’re wearing and she eagerly stuffs it into her mouth. If Kisame is any indication, you’ll have to lay off wearing it as soon as her teeth come in, but for now, you don’t have to worry about that yet.

“Do you want to see Dada?” You ask and walk down the small patch of grass between the house and the dock. 

Kisame’s snoring falters when you approach. He lazily blinks up at you, not bothering to move when he knows you’re capable of molding yourself around him.

“What’s the pup doing?” He asks, voice hoarse with sleep as he lifts one arm to tease his daughter. She bites down on his thumb the second it comes close to her mouth and you’re once again glad that she’s not yet in possession of a set of teeth.

“Did you find something?” You ask, eyeing the full bag that’s sitting next to his legs.

“Hmm…” He presses his pointer finger against the little one’s cheek until she releases his thumb with a wet ‘pop’. “The big guy found some cool shells he wanted to give you. Tuckered out the moment we got out.”

“You’ve been at it for hours,” you point out, heart picking up speed when Kisame smiles proudly, his other hand coming down to ruffle Shizuma’s hair.

“He’s a beast,” his voice is filled with fondness, the same he has for his daughter. And for you.

There’s a comfortable silence between you as you watch the Sun set completely. Shizuma is still asleep when Kisame gets up and lifts the boy with ease. 

“Let’s get inside,” He commands. “It’s getting cold.”

“Yessir.” You tease and he pulls you in by your arm to press a kiss against your mouth.

“You happy?” He asks roughly when he follows you back to the house, his free hand squeezing your hip.

“Always.” You answer and it’s the truth.

-

There are moments when your whole life flashes by.

And while you don’t want it to end anytime soon, it never looked better, flashing by.

[animeomegas]

Imagine the omegas with like- civilian alphas

Sasuke’s heart going all a flutter over a bartender alpha who beat the shit out of a creep who was harassing him while he was out with Naruto and Sakura and proceeded to flawlessly report Sasuke his drink that spilled

Shikamaru’s obsession is just a desk clerk at shinobi headquarters; who always gives him files with a smile and is sure to be punctual and he just follows them throughout the building to continue their conversation

Neji desperately trying to court a trader who make an imported goods store in the village and gives him hefty discount of whatever he wants from the store as a means of flirting, who flirtily blows smoke from their cigarette at his direction whenever he walks into the store

Shino who frequently visits an alpha nurse at the hospital during their rounds to share fun science facts and make cheesy joke to to aleveate the strain of their job

Haku who finds a fellow forager/hunter on the outskirts of the leaf village who lives their life and solitude and rarely goes to town, and he’s immedietly enamored by their quiet and sturdy nature and their kind eyes

Just food for thought

I love this!!

Sasuke:

Honestly, I was about to say 'I don't think Sasuke would go for a civilian', but then I read it properly and I think I was wrong, because I love him with a super strong and badass (but still civilian) bartender. Sasuke loves someone strong, fearless and confident, but you're so right that that doesn't mean they have to be a shinobi.

Shikamaru:

Shikamaru really would come to appreciate the paperwork ninja as he got older, because they keep things organised and make his job so much easier. Like, he was so happy to see this alpha completing all this stressful paperwork, and they smiled so brightly at him, and it was over. His Obsession triggered right there lol. He would totally slip little coded notes in the paperwork for his obsession too. Nothing explicitly romantic because he's too embarrassed, but stuff about what they plan to do on the weekend, or asking what their favourite ice cream flavour is. He gets hot and flustered if this civilian manages to decode them.

Neji:

I can totally see Neji falling for an expensive goods trader, like luxury goods, because he's a sucker for good quality items lol. He has expensive taste in every sense of the word, and while he's suspicious at first about all the discounts, he gets a happy blush whenever the vendor says something flirty and offers a price cut. I don't think he'd be the type to find smoking sexy though. He's too much of a 'you know that's bad for you' kind of person.

Shino:

Yessssss!!! Shino with a medic s/o, I love that so much! They would take turns sharing biology facts about either people or bugs, and that would be flirting for them. Their dates would sound so weird if anyone were to eavesdrop. shgsjgfsa this is so cute, Shino needs a medic s/o pronto.

Haku:

Haku really would go for a sturdy, stoic, but deeply kind s/o. I don't know if you know anything about the Arcana game, but I feel like he could end up with someone like Muriel so easily. Haku really respects skill, but he's not the sort of person to look down on civilian skills. I imagine the civilian alpha being amazing at woodworking or something and making Haku little charms, that would be so sweet!!

Thanks for your ideas anon, I loved them! <333

[x-emeraldsky-x]

The sun was blinding from where they were sitting, the rooftop of the academy holding little protection from the harsh rays. The trees were a cut too short, the clouds straying clear from the burning star, not even the neighbouring buildings helped.

Three newly graduates sat waiting, hiding away behind their hands or arms, the heat tingling their skin as an indication that they'd start to burn soon. One was scowling, cursing under his breath at a man he didn't even know yet. Another was pouting, trying to keep his cool guy facade in front of his peers. The last one sat while holding long hair away from her neck, slumping over with her chin on her hand.

A puff of smoke broke them out of their bored misery, the three of them rushing to look presentable. This was their sensei after all, someone who'd teach them to be Shinobi, and even Sasuke wanted to make a decent impression.

When the smoke cleared, they saw a man who stood proudly on the railing. He wore the same uniform as any other Jounin but he had his left eye covered, the right side of his face was scarred terribly, leading down the exposed part of his neck and carrying to his forearms. He'd look intimidating if it weren't for his gentle smile.

He jumped down and greeted them loudly, his voice was deep but clear in tone. He behaved quite similarly to Naruto when he was excited. He introduced himself as 'Uchiha Obito'.

Upon hearing that, Naruto and Sakura turned to their third, like many kids would. The surname Uchiha wasn't very common anymore. Obito laughed as Sasuke turned with a huff.

"He's my little cousin!" He said, quite cheerfully too. He was very proud of his little Sasuke. "I practically raised him, so I asked the Hokage to let me be his teacher. Much to Sasuke's disgust."

Obito poked his tongue out playfully, recieving an embarrassed glare after Sakura and Naruto giggled.

"I know all about Sasuke, but," Obito kneeled down in front of the trio, focusing on just two. "I don't know much about you two. How about we take turns introducing ourselves. I'll go first!"

He smiled with closed eyes, oddly soft with his expressions considering the trauma on his skin.

Obito went through a list of all sorts of things. Things he liked and things he didn't, his favourite foods and his favourite hobbies, even his favourite type of chakra nature. All were hidden examples of what he wanted to know about them.

Naruto went next, eager to share.

"My name is Uzumaki Naruto! I'm the son of the fourth Hokage, but that's not very important. Uhm, I like a lot of things! I like ramen, I like cooking with my mum, and I also like to train with my dad! I don't like thunderstorms, they scare me, but I love to write!"

Naruto beamed with excitement, much like his mother would when she herself would talk. Obito chuckled at the nostalgia, Kushina was always a highlight to his training.

Naruto raved on for a while longer, seemingly wanting to cover all his bases before he lost them. Obito made mental notes on everything he could keep up with. Sakura listened quite intently too, smiling softly at Naruto's excitement.

When it came to Sakura's turn, she initially missed the cue due to her focus on Naruto. She scrambled to find her words.

"Oh, uh, I'm Haruno Sakura! I like reading, and studying. Not a big fan of spicy food, it rarely tastes good, but I love eating fruit! I'm not very good at ninjutsu, but I want to help people as a ninja!"

She fidgeted a little with her hands as she spoke, her tone carried a hint of nervousness as well. Obito suspected she wasn't used to being at the forefront of attention. He related quite a bit, he himself was often overlooked by his peers due to being a late bloomer.

"Well," Obito smiled assuringly to both of them. "I'll make sure I can give you the best support I can to help you with your dreams!"

He stood from his crouching position, stretching out his legs to ease the tension, and smiled widely.

"Tomorrow, meet me at training ground number 7! 8am! Oh, and you might want to skip breakfast. The first training sessions gonna be brutal!"

Naruto smirked. "Bring it on, I can handle anything you throw at me, Dattebayo!!"

[titisorriso]

I've been rewatching Naruto lately and it made me have a dream about this girlie and decided to turn her into my oc. Her name is Ira and she's a very sweet genjutsu user. Backstory under the cut! Don't expand if you don't want to read it and are only here for the art.

Ira was born in the Land of Sound (Oto no Kuni), she has little recollection of her clan, not even remembering her own family name. The only thing she knows is that her parents and relatives were one of the many murdered during the conquering of the now Otogakure. Being an orphan for as long as she can remember, people started thinking she was maybe a lost member of the Uzumaki clan thanks to her red hair, and that rumour led to her being targeted by many people, but the only one that managed to catch this very elusive and cunning child was Orochimaru. Ira became an experiment, multiple attempts to push her body beyond it's limits happened and some of Orochimaru's biggest failures of modifications were attributed to her lack of constitution and chackra. The girl quickly proved to not be an Uzumaki afterall, but that did not stop the research. One of the many attempts Orochimaru had made to improve the girl was the creation of an "artificial" sharingan, which of course, failed, turning her visually impaired and with useless red eyes. The only experiment somewhat sucessful was her vocal cords. Orochimaru had noticed the girl would often sing to calm herself down while in captivity, so a enhancer was put in her throat. With this new ability, she could perform a powerful genjutsu that eventually helped her escape the snake's laboratory. Whilst trying to find a safe place to rest and maybe forget what happened to her all throughout her childhood, she ended up meeting a disguised Konoha kunoichi by the name of Ema, who took her in during her time in the Land of Sound and taught Ira all she knew about being a ninja. Her peaceful life however, was short lived. One day while foraging, Ira watched as shinobi descended upon Ema, taking her life and forcing Ira to use her voice genjutsu. Thanks to Ira's still weak constitution and low chackra reserve, the genjutsu wasn't fully effective, one of the shinobi managing to break away from it and going to slash her neck. At that moment, Ema's training kicked in and Ira avoided the fatal blow, instead having her face torn by a kunai cheek to cheek. She passed out due to the shock, the ninjas deciding to leave her to bleed to death, but the girl proved more resilient than one would believe. She woke up, now scarred with a forever open mouth and a mother figure lost. She took Ema's shirt, necklace, sword and bandana (removing the symbol of Konoha) and promised to grow strong enough to earn Ema's attire. Ira became a sort of legend in Otogakure, not many people even believing "The Death Song Shinobi" was real, but after the Fourth Shinobi War, she became less shy about her efforts and got more involved in the reconstruction of the village as a proper shinobi one. She is now the sensei of many genin of the sound and proudly wears Ema's attire as she peforms her duty.

Ira is the same age as the old shinobi of Konoha (Kakashi, Iruka, Kurenai, Guy...). She tried to avoid getting caught in any of the wars and battles that happened during her younger years, although she did travel to the places where battles were ocurring. She spent less time on the battlefield and more time helping civilians relocate into safety and finding food for any refugees she came across. A real "Robin Hood" type ninja, 'till this day she refuses to put an identification symbol on her bandana believing that "little does it matter where i come from, a person in need won't look at your head when you offer a helping hand." She thinks Konoha is a swell place, afterall, they were the ones that raised and approved of Ema as a shinobi. She has met the retired rokudaime, and thinks he's way too calm for a former leader. Ira often tries to get a reaction out of him by attacking his pride, but he does not seem to take her very seriously, which drives her INSANE.

Ira is very serious while on duty, but quickly lights up once she is on her break. In Otogakure, she is often called "The Two-Faced Ninja" for how suddenly her behavior changes when next to her students. From a serious, matter-of-fact shinobi, to a cool, cringey, grandma figure. Although she works in the renovation of the Hidden Village of Sound, she has managed to avoid ever dealing with Orochimaru, claiming that it is best for everyone's sake if she never sees his face again. "It takes a lot of concentration out of me to not let my song affect my allies, and let's just say that if i have him in front of me, i won't care for who i harm with my voice." Ira wants what's best for the village, longing to see her land as how Ema used to describe it before the conquering. She wants people to thrive and for no child to ever have to live the way she has lived thanks to wars she didn't understand.

She is the sensei of many genin, but her favorite group is Kirima, Mitura and Keiga (i'll probably draw them in the future), which are the same age as Boruto's group.

[v01dm1stak3]

"I Could Treat you better anyways."

Summary: Nobody really liked your boyfriend, he was always controlling and possessive. Slowly isolating you from everyone. Temari came to visit and when he slapped you Infront of everyone, Temari had finally had enough.

Word count: 1.5K Warnings: Getting slapped??? Cussing.... Bout it. A/N: I Suck ass at writing, Started this blog to get better.

Everyone knew that Temari had eyes for you, and only you. Yet, they also knew that you had a boyfriend, who you loved dearly. That love for him made you blind of the way he stared at other women. Made you to blind to see that he was slowly pulling you away from your friends with his overprotective demeanor. People tried to tell you, but you always dismissed it with a simple “He just wants what's best for me.” You really were blinded by love. 

You walked down the streets of konoha, a basket in hand. The streets weren't busy, but they weren't dead either. It was nice. You waved towards the people in shops you recognized and the people on the road you have met before. You gripped your basket, looking at the stuff you have bought. Checking off everything, making sure you didn't forget something. 

As you were checking off your mental checklist, you heard a voice right by your ear. “What are you doing?” You jolted, turning around to give a face to the voice. It was Ino, someone you considered a close friend. “Jeez Ino, you scared me.” You sighed, scratching the back of your neck. “Pffft, And you call yourself a shinobi?” She smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder before resting her hand on her hip.  The streets seemed to get busier, people passing by lost in their own conversation. 

You smiled, adjusting the headband that rested on your neck. “Yeah…. I've been losing my touch haven't I. My boyfriend has been wanting me to stay home more. He wants me to be safe.” You thought he was sweet, Ino clearly wasn't all too happy with it. A clear scowl planted on her face. She began to speak, quickly cutting herself off. Just before saying something else. “I'm not going to even bother. Listen.. I.. umm… Temari is visiting the village. We were all going to meet at the Ramen shop Naruto likes so much. Ichmaku… Ichymaru??? I don't remember the name.” She sighed, looking away and watching the people go around and into shops. “ Just don't bring that boyfriend of yours. It's just going to be us fellow shinobi.. You know?” She fiddled with her hands. She didn't want to make you upset being your friend and all. But she didn't like your boyfriend. Nobody did.

“Huhhhh? Yeah, that's fine! I'll be there!” You affirmed, a happy tone in your voice and a smile planted on your face.  Ino turned her head back around, a smile planted on her face. “ That's great I'll see you then! “ She blurted. Before you could speak, she had disappeared when somebody walked between you two. You were excited, you hadn't seen tamari in forever. 

The night came quicker than expected. When you had gotten home, your boyfriend wasn't even there. He left to who knows where. Just in case he came back while you were gone, you left a note saying where you were at. Just so he knew you were safe. You wore your usual outfit, the usual shinobi uniform. You looked great in it, and didn't really have anything else nice to wear. 

As you stepped out the door the cool wind blew, the stars sparkled overhead and the crickets sang. It was a lovely night. You made your way towards the Ramen shop, your footsteps not making a sound as you went. The streets were empty, compared to when you were out earlier. Everyone was asleep. Besides the very loud shouting as the Ramen shop came into view. You quicken your pace unknowingly as you rushed to get over there. It had been awhile since you were out. And it had been awhile since Temari had been here. 

You moved the piece of fabric as you stepped into the little area. Everyone was sitting down already. Ino, Choji, Shikamaru, and… “Temari! It's been awhile” You beamed, Rushing to give her a hug from behind. “Ack- Hey!! It has been, huh ..” She mumbled, patting your arms signaling to let go despite how much she enjoyed it. “Hey! We are here as well, you know!” Ino shouted from behind. You chuckled before running up to her and giving her a hug. 

As you greeted your old team, Temari's eyes never left you. Even as the night carried on. When you were in a conversation or when she was in one herself. She always had her eyes on you or her hand holding yours. Friends could hold hands, couldn't they? Time flew by and hours passed. You didn't realize how late it had gotten! As you were about to pay your bill, you heard someone shout your name. You didn't have to think hard to figure out who's voice it was. You quickly paid the bill and rushed out, a smile planted on your face. “Hey Love! Me and my friends were just finishing up. I-” You were cut off by a hand smacking your face. Your boyfriend's hand, smacking your face. Your eyes widened as you brought your hand to your cheek. You slowly moved your eyes to look at him. He was pissed. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR ISSUE?” Someone screamed from behind you, you didn't bother to look to see. You were too busy trying to figure out what you did. What made him so angry. You studied his face for some kind of answer. He shouted at the person behind you. Multiple voices joined in and shouted at him. Your ears began to ring, the shouting becoming background noise as tears slowly streamed down your face.

You weren't in your thoughts for too long. As someone grabbed your hand and pulled you towards them, away from your boyfriend. You were snapped back to reality as Temari was getting louder at the man. Starting to step closer to him. “ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING?? SHE WASN'T HOME SO YOU CAME AND FOUND HER AND FUCKING SLAPPED HER?? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND???” Temari was fuming. “I DONT FUCKING LIKE YOU GUYS. SHE SHOULDN'T BE WITH YOU GUYS AT ALL.” Your boyfriend scowled, matching Temari's tone.  “THE FUCK DID WE DO TO YOU?!” Ino shouted, clearly pissed.

The argument continued for a bit longer. Your boyfriend giving half-assed responses and just yelling. Sooner or later when Temari threatened to get physical he finally walked off, shooting you a glare. The moment he walked off Temari turned towards you, making sure you were alright. You were staring at your shoes, eyes still wide and your cheeks stained with tears. Temari wiped your tears with her thumb and brought you into her embrace. “You guys can go home, I'll deal with her, Alright?” Temari mumbled towards the other 3, Playing with a strand of your hair. Shikamaru nodded and Choji did as well. Both still worried, but they walked off. Ino Nodded as well giving you a pat on the head and saying everything was going to be alright before walking away as well.

You and Temari stood there for a few minutes, the warmth of her embrace keeping you grounded. It was silent besides when the wind blew, it was comforting. But of course, one day someone had to break the silence. “Break up with your boyfriend.” Temari said sternly. “What?” You whispered back, not believing what she said. “Break up with your boyfriend..” She repeated, pushing you out from her embrace and holding you by the shoulders in front of her. Your eyes lock as your eyes widen once more. “B-but it was probably just some misunderstanding! He probably didn’t mean it!” You stammer, moving your hands to try and communicate what you were saying. “A boyfriend doesn’t slap you over a misunderstanding. A boyfriend doesn’t keep you from your job for his selfishness.” She growled, taking her hands off your shoulder. “And a boyfriend, definitely, does not keep you from your friends, and slowly isolate you. “ She crossed her arms, figuring out what to say next. As she began to speak again, adding to her points, You cut her off. “He wasn’t doing that.. Was he?” You whisper, looking down at your feet. She hummed confusingly. “He wasn’t isolating me…” Your hands dig into your uniform as you struggle to meet Temari’s gaze. “He was, why do you think none of your friends like him? Why do you think you are barely leaving the house anymore?” You struggled to form your words, Temari was right. You didn’t want to believe it though, you loved him. Yes he had his… ways. Yet you still loved him. Despite all of it. “I Get it may be hard, but you have to trust me on this. Please?” Temari murmured before hugging you again. You slowly returned the hug, Nodding a yes. You didn’t want to leave him, but you trusted Temari..She sighed a sigh of relief, whispering in your ear something you would remember. “I Could treat you better anyways.”

[cebwrites]

in death (eternally bound)

oc x canon | AU word count: 0.8k

In a different, perhaps crueler, timeline - Shisui's unable to erase his existence completely and Kabuto successfully revives him during the war.

The results are catastrophic.

Even the strongest present members of the Allied Shinobi Forces are pushed onto their back foot, and, with the five Kage busy putting their efforts elsewhere, numbers of ninja dwindle greatly at the edge of his blade.

Merciful as he was in life, Shisui's autonomy was stripped of him upon reincarnation and now has to watch in horror as he cuts down friend and foe alike.

Shinobi old enough to remember the fear his name struck into their hearts on the field, shinobi young enough to only barely have heard of the Uchiha clan and what befell them, former peers from his own village, enemy shinobi that still felt the pangs of previous wars - the movements Shisui's body was commanded to perform held no prejudice.

Just as he's about to cut down just another terrified shinobi, frozen in place after witnessing the carnage Shisui had inflicted on the ninja around them, Shisui's tanto is blocked by kunai held in familiar hands and he's sent back a few paces.

Shisui looks upon the face he fell in love with all those years ago; the light in his eyes have dulled over the years, though they're sharp with experience, he's trying to stifle the pain meeting again here like this means. He recognizes that the man who stands before him on this battlefield, primed to attack, has seen far too much in his life, yet none of that makes Shisui love every part of him any less.

Even now, he wants to run into his arms and kiss the pain from Taeru's vacant expression, even knowing how his partner dulls his emotions for battle and how much more difficult that'd make it for Tae.

But he can't.

Damn that Yakushi. Damn him and Orochimaru's twisted jutsu to hell.

Once this was all over, and everyone was rotting in the ground where they should be, Shisui would drag them both there if it was the last thing his fractured, beat up soul allowed him to do.

The battle is tense, filled with so many words held back by wavering restraint and grief; Tae's able to keep up with him but just barely, only with the help of his fellow shinobi and years of being at Shisui's side, memories that gnaw painfully at the edges of his heart with every blow.

Somehow, they manage to force him back between his monstrous attacks and fending off other poor, reanimated souls in the periphery. But Shisui was doing much more damage than everyone could tank, and even Tae's stamina was starting to wane.

In a last ditch effort, a plan was proposed.

While others kept Shisui busy, barely being able to withstand the sheer power of Shisui's Susanoo, Tae erased his presence - remaining hidden to prepare his final attack; a fuinjutsu that would bind them both and give everyone enough time to seal Shisui away.

The orders in control of his limbs made Shisui drive the tanto into his assailant's side before either realized, but that didn't matter - the plan was fully in motion now. Quickly, Tae formed one-handed signs as he trapped Shisui's arms and seals began to inch over both of their bodies.

Shisui was partially grateful that the Edo Tensei did not grant him many senses - just the bare minimum required to fight - the grief he'd have to die with for the second time, knowing the warmth of his lover's blood draining out onto the ground below them while Tae desperately tried to stop him.

The pain would surely turn him into a wraith.

This technique doomed them both; ironic how they were together so briefly in life but would be bound forever in death as the jutsu would slowly eat away at their bodies and souls, leaving nothing left.

The fact that Shisui wanted to cry so badly but was incapable, his body struggling against the one person he wanted to be held by after so long of wandering aimlessly after the Naka River, now that he was back in his arms but only in this twisted perversion of life and death - made him crave it more than ever.

As the seal overtook more and more of their forms, restraining movement and binding both men for the beginning of their eternity, Shisui used the last of his time to confess everything; his fears and hopes for a proper reincarnation, for a full life lived together, just how much he loved Tae and wished he was able to be at his side like he promised all those years ago.

Tae's only response, feeling his mind start to ebb away, was that there was no way he was going to let Shisui go somewhere he couldn't follow anymore, and wherever they were headed now, damnation or not, would be together.

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A little later on, once the Allied Forces developed a way to neutralize reanimated shinobi; Hyou wanted the earth to swallow him whole when he heard the details of his brother's sacrifice.

[madarasgirl]

Madara Romance HC Ramble

While I sometimes read (and enjoy) a MUCH more intense version of Madara than I would write for my own work, I strongly believe he would NOT BE DEGRADING or abusive to his S/O. He's all about love. Accuse me of wearing rose-tinted glasses, but here's my take.

Madara is difficult to write since he's so complex. He isn't some static character who's always optimistic, gloomy, violent, or whatever. He changes with time, growing more cynical and bitter as he lived through his tragic life and came to conclusions about the truths of the world. I will try to consolidate what we know about him and extrapolate that into what romance with Madara might generally be like.

Respects the S/O

It’s really easy to make him out to be arrogant and demeaning, or controlling. He's allowed to be arrogant when he's stronger than 99.99% of the world. Go re-watch his fight vs the Shinobi Alliance or the 5 Kage if you don’t think he has grounds for arrogance. He is simultaneously the hardest on himself. He's extremely self-deprecating when reminiscing on his past failures and transgressions, both as a child and an adult in interactions with Hashirama. Part of him likely believes he doesn't deserve you or to be loved. Of course he would naturally cherish you when you finally become a part of his life. How could he constantly insult or degrade you?

He is 'controlling' in the sense that he likes knowing where you will be/your schedule. It helps him plan when he can spend time with you. It also better helps him keep you safe. Remember Madara is so strong because he wanted to protect what's important to him, but he didn’t even force his clan to follow him when they abandoned him. Madara wants people to CHOOSE him. He wouldn’t force you into things. He wouldn't beat or coerce you either, especially not when that was what was painfully done to him.

By the way, he'll remember those special dates better than you will.

Observant and Sensitive to S/O

During kid Madara’s 2nd meeting with Hashirama, he was able to tell Hashi was feeling down from behind before even talking. And then Mads repeatedly tried to get him to spill what was bothering him in an attempt to console a potential enemy shinobi! Deep down, Madara is a kind sweetheart. He'll be there for you when you need him and there in the background when you don't realize it. He will support you in your endeavors through thick and thin.

He absolutely teases you though, in good faith. Whatever he’s mocking you about is one of your quirks that endears you to him, not something he actually judges you negatively for. The same cheekiness from his younger days is still alive in him somewhere. Don’t worry, he won't roast you as hard as he can where he knows it hurts. Hmm unless you're in a bad fight and he's feeling REALLY petty, then I can maybe see him doing that. His words could cut more than his fists.

Almost a Different Person with His Loved Ones

This is another reason he’s hard to write. While there’s no doubt he can be terrifying (which was how almost everyone in the world saw him), he can be kind of silly with those he’s closer to. He is indifferent or aloof with strangers. He was likely at least civil with others he had to deal with in public and condescending and/or hostile with those who gave him a reason to be. This man’s presence is felt wherever he goes, so of course the average person would have reason to find him intimidating.

In fact, you might occasionally find Madara intimidating too when he's in one of his moods or contemplative. It's how he is, even when not trying to be hostile or domineering. He's still softer with his loved ones than anyone outside his small inner circle. It would break his heart if you were truly afraid of him.

On the other hand, he may be awkward at times. His inability to effectively express his strong emotions to you frustrates him. He wishes he had a better grasp at social interactions, in particular when it comes to you. This guy is just too intense and doesn't know how to chill. 

Cherishes the S/O

He doesn't have much preference when it comes to appearances (body type, skin, hair colour, etc). He wants someone who's easy enough on the eyes? But beyond that, looks are superficial to him. Some people think he is vain because of how he mocked Hashi and his bowl cut/fashion sense. But really? We all know Mads held Hashirama in higher regards than he did anyone else. Madara connects through more intangible traits like values, the mind, strength, and such. He’d enjoy whatever fell out of your clothes if he loves you and doesn’t understand stuff like body insecurities. His "type" would be someone who is family-oriented, placing their children and kin above other priorities, someone who likewise supports him and wants to build a life with him. And someone who can challenge him a little.

Madara is loyal. He values his bonds and was honest until the end. Once you're his, he's also yours. You'd be super precious to him, the light of his life kind of thing. Your presence in his life inspires him to be better than he is.

[undersero]

hello! would you consider writing a lil smth for shikamaru with a one bed trope and maybe annoyances to lovers? not quite enemies but definitely not best friends lol

Thank you so much! I love these concepts together!!

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara and GN! Reader.

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Contains stubborn characters, mutual pining, a lot of inner thoughts, characters antagonizing each other but they have a back story, and a cute ending.

Divider by @/cafekitsune

This had to be a joke. Seriously. The innkeeper had to be messing with you. He had to be a lonely innkeeper looking for some fun at the expense of two Leaf Shinobi. Nothing else could account for why there was one bed in the room and two of you.

Shikamaru, sharp as always, and at the moment you’re too frazzled to even be annoyed with him for it, is quick to speak.

“Hey,” he turns to the innkeeper, trying to keep panic from his usually unbothered features, “we need two beds,” he holds up two fingers for further clarity. Any other time, you’d find glee in seeing him try so desperately to remain calm and in control, but you find yourself struggling, too. “Do you— “

The innkeeper cuts him off tiredly.

“This is all I have. Take it or lodge elsewhere.”

Lodging elsewhere wasn’t an option. Your muscles were exhausted from your long journey, and while Konoha isn’t too much farther, the thought of continuing forward makes your stomach twist. It’s easy to see Shikamaru doesn’t want to risk not finding another place to stay, either.

Shikamaru relents with slightly sagging shoulders. You’re the only one who can notice.

“This is fine. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” you parrot, and soon you’re left alone with Shikamaru in this tiny room with only one bed.

The silence that stretches between you is so awkward that your skin crawls with it.

“I can make camp outs—“ Shikamaru begins, but you interrupt him.

“Don’t be stupid,” you say, and you can see how his jaw clenched when you speak. “You’re just as tired as me.”

For once, he can’t argue with you, even though you can tell he desperately wants to, but you’re right and that annoys him. He crosses his arms and huffs.

“So what, we’ll just share a bed?” He hopes you can’t hear the way his voice has increased an octave at the thought.

“One night won’t kill us. And we’ll be out of here early tomorrow. It’ll be fine.” You hope he doesn’t hear the slight tremor in your tone. It’s a relief to know he can’t feel how your body heats up at the mention of sleeping in close proximity. If he knew how you felt, you might just disintegrate from embarrassment and spend every second for the rest of your life denying these feelings.

As you start taking off your vest and unclipping the bag around your thigh, mischief flares in your veins.

“You’re not scared of me, are you?”

He takes the bait instantly.

“I’m not scared! Don’t be ridiculous,” he snaps, unclipping his gear immediately and sliding off his shoes. “You’re just annoying.”

Laughter bubbles in your mouth immediately and there’s no time to stifle it. Shikamaru’s cheeks are pink, like usual when you pick on him.

“I’d rather be annoying than a know-it-all.”

Really, he makes this all too easy.

“I’m not a know-it-all either!” He argues, no hint of his celebrated intellect present in his words. He throws the sheet back off the bed and flops down, covering himself up. “Go to bed.”

At this point, you’re an expert at flustering and picking on Shikamaru. You’ve had years to hone your craft, ever since Shikamaru told you how annoying you were when you were twelve, you decided it was your life’s mission to show him precisely how annoying you could be.

But as you climb into bed next to him, the reality of your situation settles on you. He is right there, less than an arm’s length away. The blanket rises and falls with each breath he takes and you can smell his scent as it surrounds you.

For years, you’ve annoyed him and picked on him and flustered him. For nearly that whole time you were hoping desperately that those actions would squash your true feelings for him, and get rid of the reasons why you held him so dear to you. All those years ago, when he called you annoying, when he embarrassed you, he squashed the budding love in your heart. It took you a while to understand what that meant and why it hurt so badly, but in reality, it was easier to pick on Shikamaru than live with your feelings.

But now, you can’t do anything but recognize these feelings. Laying back to back with Shikamaru is something so intimate that the feeling slowly crawls over your skin like frost on a window. This is so much of what you’ve always wanted, being close to him in bed, and while your heart swells with joy, it also pinches with pain because you know you can’t have this. He’s made it very clear that he doesn’t want you like that.

You pull the sheet up to your chin and close your eyes, willing and hoping for sleep to befall you quickly.

Unbeknownst to you, Shikamaru is having a very similar experience on his half of the bed. His heart is pounding so hard at your proximity that he’s sure you can hear it, but he can’t bring himself to care as the sweet scent of your soap reaches him. It curls around him and hugs him tightly to the idea of his adoration for you— the hold is nearly unbreakable.

Though he’d never tell you this, he knows his twelve-year-old self acted rashley. It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time, but now he knows it was a desperate attempt to put distance between the two of you. Shikamaru fought like hell to keep his feelings under wraps now- to his surprise and dismay, he only liked you more as time went on. His pride prevents him from softening toward you during waking hours. It forces him to keep his walls up and respond impulsively when you pick on him.

The night around you is quiet. Crickets chirp outside and a slight breeze ruffles the curtains. Here, he can’t ignore his feelings. His heart throbs at your closeness because it feels right. Having you in bed, inches away, is where you belong with him. It’s an embarrassingly domestic and affectionate thought he’d never say out loud. He wants to have this every night with you, he wants to hold you close and be able to tuck you into his side whenever the world is unsafe.

At the root of it, he doesn’t know how to work past his pride and bare his heart to you. It’s scary. He wants to, but he isn’t ready.

As he drifts off to sleep, the crickets fade off into the background of soft dreams

Luckily for both of you, sleep allows you to shed your inhibitions. When you open your eyes just before the sun peeks over the horizon the next morning, everything is warmer than you remember from the night before. Exhaustion weighs heavily on you, and five more minutes can’t hurt, so you close your eyes and nuzzle back against the warm, welcoming chest that’s acted as your pillow for most of the night. Just before sleep wraps you up once more, your eyes snap open and take in the scene around you.

You and Shikamaru are tangled up in the center of the bed. Both his arms are wrapped around you, holding your body to his, and your hands are fisted into his shirt. Your cheek has been tucked into his chest all night while you were sleeping, and his chin had been resting atop your head.

Your heart is pounding at this realization, and heat blooms through your body because it feels so nice and right.

Shikamaru hasn’t moved yet, so he must be asleep… What's the worst that could happen? You close your eyes and press your cheek against his chest again.

Meanwhile, Shikamaru tries like hell to regulate his breathing, to keep himself calm. He’d woken up moments before you did and realized the situation, and in the vulnerable moments of the morning, he decided to stay still, and to keep holding you as long as he could.

There’s time to deal with this later, you both think as you fake sleep. It’s the secret you both share without knowing, a secret you’ll both cherish until you’re brave enough to be honest about your feelings.

Requests are open!

[lemony-snickers]

19 kissing their injuries with yamato/fem!reader maybe? ;; he needs more love

Yamato sometimes thought the rules of physics did not apply to shinobi returning from a mission. Because right now, after four days of no sleep and soldier pills and running, running, running, he thought for sure the Earth was exerting more than its usual gravitational force upon his body.

He fell through his front door like he carried on his shoulders all the mass of a black hole.

It probably should have startled you, he realized, though only belatedly, as you reached your arms under his and helped him back to his feet.

"Welcome home," you whispered as you draped his arm over your own shoulders and half-carried him to the bedroom, where he gracelessly flopped down onto the mattress with a grunt.

"It's good to be back," he said, offering you a dopey smile. He couldn't help it, he was too tired and too happy to see you to bother trying to tamp down his affections. "I missed you."

You smiled at him with the warmth of the sun and Yamato immediately thought perhaps the gravitational force he felt so overwhelmed by was actually your own; like you were pulling him closer and closer and closer to your event horizon.

Despite your smiling at him, Yamato could see the worry in your eyes as you took him in. He knew he was in rougher condition than usual. It had been a particularly difficult mission.

"Shouldn't you be at the hospital?" you asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to begin unwrapping his ankles and removing his thigh pouch for him.

Yamato sighed. "I don't think so," he said truthfully, "most of the blood isn't mine."

"Mm," you hummed, poking his cheek where he knew there was a small cut. He shrugged, turning to kiss the tip of your finger, which made you laugh. You loosened his vest and gingerly helped him out of it, brows knitting together when you saw the wound on his side--a tanto slice which barely grazed over his ribs thanks to the thick material covering his torso.

Still, it had brokent he skin and the flesh around the cut was mottled purple from the brute force with which the short sword had been wielded.

"Superficial," he reassured you, "hardly a scratch."

You frowned at him and Yamato couldn't help it, he chuckled a little.

It felt so nice to be cared for.

Without a word, you made your way to the bathroom to retrieve disinfectant and a first aid kit. Tenzo did the rest of the work for you, tugging off his shirt so you would have unrestricted access to his injury, revealing a smattering of smaller injuries across his chest and shoulders.

You sat beside him again and patiently cleaned all the cuts you could find, finishing with the largest one on his side before pinching it closed with butterfly bandages. All the while, Yamato admired your lovely features, the way they scrunched and bunched as you worked.

He'd missed looking at you while he was away. Didn't think he'd ever find a person he loved staring at half as much as you.

"All done," you whispered, packing your supplies away and returning them to the bathroom. Yamato looked down to admire your work, noting with a satisfied smile how meticulous you'd been.

When you returned, Yamato opened his arms wide, beckoning you closer. "Come here," he said, craving the feel of your skin against his, the weight of your head on his chest.

You smiled sweetly at him, running your fingers through his tangled mess of hair. Then, you leaned down and kissed the cut on his cheek, then the one above his eyebrow.

Yamato's back arched without his consent when you trailed your lips over the smaller cuts on his chest, the bruise on his shoulder. His skin felt electric and sensitive, goosebumps erupting over his entire body with each delicate press of your lips.

You finished with soft, fluttering kisses to his side, careful not to disturb the bandages or irritate the surrounding bruise. Yamato reached down and cupped your cheek in his hand, drawing you up for one last, firm kiss before he relaxed against the pillows, dragging you down to join him.

You laughed lightly as you settled in, careful not to upset his injury as you laid your head on his shoulder.

Yamato fell asleep before he even registered it was happening, your weight like a blanket of reassuring gravity, holding him down. Safe at home and with you at his side, he could finally relax, knowing you would be there to greet him happily when he woke up.

[lady-byleth]

Random fandom switch of the day brought me back to Donten ni Warau and I realized just how fucking shitty the situation is the twins are born into and what especially Isuke (I like the names the movie gave them sm) has to live with

The Fuuma are weakened and in hiding, shinobi having grown mostly obsolete since the end of the Sengoku period and since the story plays at the start of the Meiji period there's the whole Edo period between these events so the Fuuma probably aren't doing great in general even without the ceremony whittling their numbers down cuz work is nonexistent for shinobi

So the Fuuma are a dying clan, desperately clinging to life

And into this the twins are born

But as twins they're considered bad luck and Isame is supposed to be killed but their parents refuse and hide Isame away

They probably manage to get by at first cuz the twins either switch places without anyone noticing until they get caught and Isame has to stay in hiding indefinitely or cuz Isame is always kept hidden and never really has any freedom

Isuke grows up watching his brother suffer cooped up in a cave while he and his parents have to pretend he doesn't exist so despite clearly adoring each other they have very little time together

Meanwhile Isame lives completely shut off from the world and watches his brother lead the life he's always wanted too

All they want is to live openly as a family and be useful to the clan

At the same time the people around them have to constantly kill each other off cuz of the ceremony demanding each potential Fuuma between the ages of 4 and 10 kill someone they care about

Then the ceremony comes around for Isuke and he's forced to kill his own father so now his mother can't look at him anymore

As a chosen candidate for next clan chief Isuke vows to change the Fuuma so his brother and mother can live in peace and cuz no one should have to suffer through the ceremony the current chief insists on

Of course it doesn't take long for Isame to be discovered again, he and their mother are captured and sentenced to death

She tries to save her son but is set on fire and falls off a cliff, Isame tries to save her but Isuke cuts off her hand to save his brother...which is when she smiles at him for the first time since he killed his father

So now Isuke has personally ended the lives of both his parents and is still looking at a clan chief who wants him to kill his brother

Then the chief also kills his best friends for talking back

Anyway, he and Isame kill the chief and now they're the chiefs but the Fuuma are still hanging on by a threat, shinobi are still obsolete, the Orochi is still gone, so what do two deeply traumatized teenagers decide to do?

Bring back the age of shinobi

Because, as the series likes to remind us of, shinobi don't know how to be anything but shinobi, they have no other purpose and were never thought to find another purpose for themselves

But in a world where shinobi are needed, necessary or even in charge there is absolutely no need for the ceremony, no need to hide away from the world, no need to watch their own clan fall apart in obscurity

They'd be free

Isuke, as the driving force in his and Isame's duo, comes up with a plan that will restore everything for the Fuuma and Isame of course happily goes along with it

Except Isuke inserts himself into the Kumo clan and spends 10 years living the way he's always wanted to, with a family that he can openly dote on and he begins to waver

Isame meanwhile has to once again watch his brother live a life he can't be part of

The 4-koma about them really shows he's just a needy little brother who wants Isuke's attention

Isuke gives up everything with the Kumo brothers because his biggest desire is still to give his brother and clan a good life but instead of getting that the Kumo destroy not only his plans but also the very reason the clan exists in the first place and the one thing Isuke had to actually make his dream come true

The Orochi

And to avoid that from happening Isame sacrifices himself

So now Isuke has killed his parents to survive and keep his brother alive, given up on the peaceful life he always wanted for his brother, made himself into the villain and cut all ties for his brother only for his brother to die

And he can't go back to the Kumo either cuz if he leaves the Fuuma to fend for themselves...they, without guidance, will die out for real and everything he's done would be completely in vain

Isame's sacrifice would be in vain

Everything he's ever done since the ceremony, where he was at most 10 years old, would have been completely pointless the second he goes back to the one place he was ever even a little bit happy in

The twins, especially Isuke, were born into a time and place where everything was falling apart around them, a time and place they could not be happy in and had no way out of because thinking as anything other than shinobi was not something they were ever taught, and in trying to fix things they lost what precious little they had instead

In his own words, Kinjou Shirasu is dead and Fuuma Isuke will never smile again

And this is why the twins make me cry every fucking time

The End

[sueske]

kind of related to my prev post of sns feeling safe around each other, and this is smth that I wanted to talk about for a while now but probs won't be anywhere near as coherent as I want it to BUT. these little children shinobi tools have been living in survival mode for YEARS. sasuke with the massacre of his clan, being alone, having his ambition be fuelled by hatred and grief and the loss of love. conversely, naruto has no love, is shunned, abused, verbally and physically implied, both of these boys are just trying to get through the next day of their lives, striving to reach their goals and bearing the weight of so much. 

and then they graduate from the academy and are thrust into the shinobi world and what that truly means, the danger of it all. I noticed in their beginning missions, and the chuunin exams, they were afraid. they said/thought it, they were shaking in fear, because yes! they were children afraid for their lives! and they never caught a break! then for sasuke it was orochimaru followed by itachi's return. for naruto it was orochimaru followed by sasuke's departure. always fighting. always violence. that's all they knew.

and yet, throughout this time, throughout all this fear and trauma, they made each other happy. they found moments of peace and quiet with the other. even in battle with their lives on the line, naruto and sasuke fought together, alongside the other, trusting each other. they felt safe with the other by their side. and outside of battle too. spending time with each other saved them from the crushing weight of loneliness that came bearing down at the end of the day in the form of quiet, empty rooms where once there was noise. or where there should've been noise to begin with but never was.

then they drastically change after the time skip after they get stronger and more experienced even in the face of terrifying situations. Sasuke is stoic, calm, cool, collected. Even when facing off against Orochimaru during the soul transfer which is terrifying! it just looks like it's another Tuesday for him. With Deidara, Sasuke can't even be bothered to look bothered. It was only when he thought Itachi was going to kill him did Sasuke look terrified again, making the scene that much more poignant because you could feel Sasuke's fear that he hadn't shown in ages. And then all that happened afterwards. Inside was a storm of emotions brewing, an anger and grief so strong that would crush most. 

With Naruto, alongside fearing that the Kyuubi will get out and he'll lose control, there's a crushing weight of responsibility that accumulates throughout Shippuden as he becomes everyone's hero through the Akatsuki arc and while also trying to save Sasuke although the world is against him. It's when he realises this that things come crushing down for Naruto. He's afraid people are going to kill Sasuke! He has a panic attack. Naruto's fear manifests itself into physical symptoms. naruto thinks about everything by himself, he doesn't let anyone in truly, either his true feelings or to help fight (except sasuke). and naruto can repress dark!naruto or whatever that was and take on the hero mantle but he can't repress what it is he feels for sasuke, the fear he has of losing him. 

naruto says himself both sasuke and him had to bear a lot of responsibilities on their shoulders, and he tells sasuke that they'll die together, yet naruto looks happy doing so, almost relieved, that they'll get rid of the burdens of being an uchiha and a jinchuuriki through death. they were both so so so traumatised by the hand fate dealt them that death looked like a release. at least they'll be together. even at the end sasuke was planning on putting an end to himself. their trauma cuts deep but the love and safety they found in each other ran deeper. and they reconciled, vowing to take on each other's wishes, pain, and live together instead.