#Shino aburame x y/n

[sunstaar]

Sweet Creature

Shino Aburame x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Ao3

Summary: Shino introduces you to his Kikaichū.

Aburame Shino stood in a quiet and secluded clearing in one of the many forests of Konohagakure, the high grass surrounding him covering a part of his lean frame. The stoic expression on his face was partially hidden by the high collar of the jacket he always wore, the same one casting a shadow on his face.

Opposite him stood his partner, you, with a smile on your face, your head cocked to the side as you watched him with growing interest. A little adventure deep into the Konoha forest by the Aburame clan compound was most definitely not on your schedule today, but heading there with Shino was something you didn’t mind. When he told you earlier today that he had something to show you, your curiosity had spiked so much so that on the way into the forest, you could barely keep it to yourself. And since your boyfriend was not the most talkative of men, it was not like you had many hints and clues to work with to come to your own conclusion.

So, as you watched Shino hold out his hand for you to see, you sucked in a breath. Familiar bugs wriggled on his hand, almost as though they were letting out pent-up energy or some sort of emotion. “These are my partners,” He said, his voice slightly muffled from behind his collar. After having known him for so long, you have gotten used to it already. “The Kikaichū.”

As his partner and, before that, friend, it wasn’t like you didn’t know of his clan’s insects. In fact, you had encountered them plenty of times before already, but you had never truly been introduced to them in the way the Aburame see as fitting. That was an honour you had yet to be allowed to participate in, until now, that is.

“They may seem a bit intimidating at first, but they won’t harm you,” Shino always seemed to know the right words to speak to put you at ease. He knew you too well. “Trust me.”

As though wanting to demonstrate, Shino flexed his hand and watched the insects begin to scurry all over his skin, their tiny legs tickling him as they crawled. He was used to the sensation already, but still watched the insects go about with interest in his eyes.

You, on the other hand, watched with fascination, your gaze practically glued to their black little bodies wandering about.

“The Kikaichū feed on chakra,” You already knew that, but hearing Shino talk about his insects always caught your attention. He was never the big talker, preferring to stay quiet instead, but when he did talk, Shino’s voice came out in a lull that never failed to mesmerize you. “They are capable of draining an opponent’s energy in battle. They can also track scents and detect enemies.”

You leaned closer to his hand and the insects, peeking at them with interest. Then, you looked up at your boyfriend, “You know, Shino, I admire your knowledge about bugs. It’s so extensive, it’s impressive.”

Behind his high collar, Shino’s lips stretched into a smile, his cheeks feeling warm. “Would you like to hold one?”

For a moment, you said nothing as Shino moved one of the bugs over to his other hand. It wasn’t that you were scared of holding one of his trusted bugs, you knew that from the bottom of your heart, you could trust Shino, and yet this was a big step. He was trusting you with the safety of one of his bugs, which wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence for either of you, and you were determined to treat it as such. 

“Sure?” Almost tentatively, you reached out your hand. Shino moved his hand with the singular bug toward yours, the two of you watching as the insect crawled from his hand over to yours.

At first, the sensation of the little legs leaving a faint tingle behind left you shivering as you got used to the feeling. But then you watched the bug move around freely, almost as though it got used to the new space it got to occupy. It reminded you of the other bugs you had encountered already, but knowing that this specific one was one of Shino’s made holding it much more special.

“What a cute little bug,” You commented, your voice filled with wonder. As the bug moved toward the back of your hand, you turned it, so it wouldn’t be upside down. “Fast too.”

Shino chuckled softly. “That they are.”

He was well aware that to some, the Kikaichū can be unsettling companions to have. To see your fascination with the bugs that were so important to him and his entire existence as a Shinobi, to see you smile as his little companion moved all over your hand, made him happy, too. Shino could barely keep the smile off of his face as he watched, a warm feeling of contempt washing over him.

“Does it have a name?” You asked while turning your hand so that your palm would face upward again. Almost like a child captivated by their new toy, you didn’t even lift your head to look at your boyfriend as you continued, “He looks like a Shino Junior.”

At that, Shino raised a brow. “And how do you know it's a he?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, he just feels like a he.”

“Well, the one you’re holding is a female, actually.”

“Oh,” Your gaze moved to look at the beetle-like bug again. “How do you know that? Which ones are female and which are male?”

“Female kikaichū like the one you’re holding right now can be placed on a target during a mission. They will then release a pheromone that the males are able to home in on,” Shino explained. “Growing up, I spent hours trying to find differences between them.”

With a newfound spark in your eyes, you lifted them to look at Shino. “Can you tell me more about the Kikaichū, please?”

There’s nothing he would love to do more.

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An Awkward Date In Konoha

A Shino Aburame X Gender Neutral Reader Fanfic

Words: 2,457

A/N: This took so long, happy I got it done!

Descrition: Today's supposed to be your first date with Shino, but something comes up...

Under a cool morning sunrise in Konoha, you slowly fold the note into a small square, and devolve into a coughing fit. You had prayed that this sickness would go away through the night, but it had just gotten worse with time. You wished you felt the way you did when Shino Abarame asked you out the day before, all giddy and excited, and able to breathe through both of your nostrils. But now, even getting out of bed and running this small errand hurts everything in your body, there’s no way you could show up, even if it was your first date. Now the pretty, new green dress that you and Hinata Hyuuga picked out for this special occasion (in secret of course) would probably grow stale in your closet for who knows how long until Shino forgave you.

Sighing and holding back tears, you slump your way out of your apartment, and down the hall. Two doors down was the infamous Naruto Uzumaki, a moderate acquaintance of Shino’s. You slid the note under his door and knocked, before retreating to the bacteria-filled uncomfort of your apartment. You grab a glass of water, and head back to bed, wishing to be unconscious and thus free from your thoughts. Crashing onto your bed sends sharp pains throughout your entire body, as if somebody had run into you. Luckily, you fall asleep quickly.

(...)

Under the warm sun of the afternoon, Shino dodged the hands quickly, narrowly avoiding them before getting lightly tapped in the chest. Luckily, Hinata wasn’t using her Gentle Fist jutsu, or he’d be left unconscious at best, and at worst… Well, he didn’t want to picture ruining the rest of his day, or even the rest of the month.

“Good aim, Hinata. You’re getting quicker.” He remarked.

Hinata smiled warmly. “Thank you, Shino!” She posed herself rigidly again, signaling a call to get back to training, when…

“HEEEYYYYY!!!!! SHHIIINNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” called an abrasive voice. Hinata and Shino turned to see Naruto jumping between trees, and eventually down to their level. “Shino, Shino! Y/n left me this note, it says they can’t meet you tonight because they’re super sick. They wanted me to pass on the message.” He held up a folded note as proof of concept.

Shino froze, although this went unnoticed by Naruto and Hinata. How could this be? He had prepared so much for today, how could this happen? His bugs stirred beneath his pale skin.

“Give me the note, Naruto.” Shino demanded.

“Well, okay then.” Naruto said, slightly puzzled. He handed the note over to Shino, who snatched it from his hand. Shino carefully unfolded the note and read to himself,

Naruto,

Please tell Shino that I cannot meet him tonight, I have caught an awful sickness. You may be busy, but please tell him as soon as possible, I don’t want to keep him waiting. And tell him I’m terribly sorry for the hassle.

Y/n

Shino’s hive buzzed with mixed emotions. He knew now that you were being genuine, the handwriting was uncharacteristically large and filled with loops and holes. And the note was blunt and quick, when normally you love to talk on and on about little things, much like he does his bugs. How awful, such a sweet and caring shinobi did not deserve to be infected this badly. He had to do something. He still wanted to make you happy, to see you giggle like you always did. Shino would treat you right. It would be difficult, nerve-wracking, and a little embarrassing, but he had to do this for you.

“Naruto, where does Y/n live?” Shino asked, refolding the note and putting it into his jacket pocket.

“Uh, like two doors down from me, so like 307 in my complex-” Naruto started.

“Thank you.” Shino nodded, and turned to Hinata. “Hinata, I’m sorry, but I must go. Have a nice day.” With that, Shino was gone, rushing through the trees to get back to the village as soon as possible.

“What’s his deal?” Naruto said, as puzzled as always.

“He…probably just wants to see them and re-make plans.” Hinata smiled innocently. She knew what stirred between Shino and you, but kept quiet about her esoteric knowledge.

(...)

Shino shouldered his bag with little effort up to the third floor, and walked down the hall to find your room. In his hands, he held a large cooking pot, fit for a good stew. He stopped before your apartment, and to his dismay, he heard soft sobbing from the other side. The bugs were restless now, he could hardly keep them all together. Are they crying for me? He thought guiltily. Although he would normally knock when visiting another home, this time he just opened the door, desperate to help with any of your issues. You didn’t notice anybody enter, you kept crying as Shino lightly put down the pot, his shoes and his bag before stopping at the doorway to your bedroom. Your floor was home to empty tissue boxes, as you laid on your stomach, crying into your soggy pillow. A symptom of being madly in love, you wished for him always, to be with him out to dinner, or just in the forest cuddling and looking at the wildlife. All those wishes were now delayed for who knows how long, just because your feeble body fell ill at the wrong time. Will Shino ever forgive me? You worried. He is the type to hold lots of grudges. Shino stood in the doorway for a moment, working up the courage to call out to you. He, too, desperately hoped to see you today, and now more than ever he wanted to hold you tightly and whisper sweet nothings to you, you humming into his chest as you fell asleep together in the woods.

That could still happen, Shino had to remind himself. But right now, it’s about making Y/n happy here. Shino breathed deep, tried to compose himself and his bugs, and muttered… “Y/n?”

You jolted your head up instantly, as if your pillow had become magma. You turned around slowly to see the man you had just failed, standing in your doorway. “Shi…Shino…” you stutter, before breaking into painful wails. You felt so disappointed in yourself.

“Y/n…” Shino stammered nervously, rushing to the side of the bed.”What is wrong? Is everything okay?”

“Oh, Shino!” You sob. “I’m so sorry! I know…I know today was supposed to be important and…and I’m so sorry that I’m sick… and…” You break into a small coughing fit.

“Y/n, the day isn’t what’s so important to me.” The hive buzzed almost as loudly as your wails. I have to do this now, for them.

“You are what’s important to me, Y/n. I love you.”

“...Really?” You ask, sniveling and holding your breath, waiting for someone like Naruto or Kiba to undo a transformation jutsu and laugh at you.

“Yes, I want to care for you.” Shino held back, not wanting to express everything just yet. He didn’t want to move too fast for you, or even himself. This is about you right now. “Come into the kitchen, I have things for you. When you are ready, please join me.”

Shino lowered his head, turned around, and went to the kitchen, leaving you alone to process what happened. He loves me? He really loves me? And how can I say it back after he did it so well? You coughed aggressively, hoping to just cough away all your tears. You got up and went to the bathroom to brush your hair and look at least okay to Shino.

Meanwhile, Shino put the pot to boil on the stove, and started chopping some vegetables to distract himself, to no avail. His kikaichū crawled up to his fingertips and surrounded the cutting board as he thought about you, some hovering over the stew, impressed with what their master began to create. Did I do it right? He thought, as more bugs escaped from his protection. That must’ve been so embarrassing. I should’ve waited, I really should’ve waited. But…I just want to make them happy… He slid the vegetables from the knife into the pot, and began to season the stew he prepared.

With a small cough, to politely alert your presence, you step cautiously into your kitchen. Shino turned around, his face lowering once again, now a cute shade of pink, and gathered all his bugs that were on the counter. Shino had made the table, put his mission bag neatly on your couch, and seemingly cleaned the counters, all while you tried your hardest to look even presentable.

“Wow…Shino…” You’re completely stunned. “Everything looks great! This is unbelievable…”

“Please believe it.” Shino blurted as he approached his bag, although he couldn’t quite believe it himself. “I have gotten some things for you while you’re sick, I hope you appreciate them.”

Shino motioned for you to come closer, and unpacked his bag. Your jaw drops as he lays out the items he got: multiple boxes of tissues, many different flavors of tea bags, a thermometer, and a massive blanket, much bigger than your actual bed or couch. Shino’s bag deflated as he turned to you, anxiously waiting for a response. You approached your couch and ran your hand across everything Shino had gotten for you. Oh my…he had gotten all this because I said I was sick? And it’s…real? He really loves me? You thought, as your hand made its way to the blanket. It was incredulously soft, you felt tired even touching it.

“Shino…” You begin. “Shino, this is all so wonderful, it’s hard to believe. Thank you…thank you one thousand times over. It’s all so lovely, and coming from the man I love too…thank you, Shino.” You approach Shino and give him a weak hug, partly to not disturb his standoffish nature, partly because your body couldn’t handle anything stronger. Surprisingly, Shino did not hesitate in hugging back, both of your faces flushing.

“Thank you, Y/n.”

Your body melted into his, attracted to its natural heat. Shino pressed his cheek against the top of your head, kikaichūs humming beneath his skin, before quickly tensing. He broke away from the comfort of your body and noticed some bugs swirling above you. He walked back to the pot and seasoned it more, stirring it lightly, and then taking it off the stove.

“The stew is ready. You can sit down.”

“Oh, thank you Shino.”

You sit down at your own dining table as Shino takes your bowl and fills it, before carefully setting it down before you. The stew is coloured a comforting orange, filled with small green bits of leaves and other vegetables. You take a spoonful as Shino joins you with his own bowl.

“Wow, Shino…this is amazing! So warm, so smooth, do I taste winter melon? You’re such a good cook!” You compliment as the stew flows through you gracefully. It was cooked to perfection, with zings of winter melon that wonderfully coated your mouth.

“Thank you.” Shino said softly, looking down at what he created, a microscopic smile contouring onto his lips.

As you both ate, you continued with light small talk about Shino’s entomology work, but you still felt like you could’ve coughed up an organ or two. As much as Shino’s presence was comforting, he couldn’t quite cure your illness. As coughs shivered down your entire body, making you eat more stew to balance the temperatures, you noticed Shino always grimaced and looked away whenever you did so. You decided not to say anything, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you being in pain also pained him too.

When you both were finished your meals, Shino took the bowls over to the sink and began to wash them.

“Shino, you don’t have to do that…” You start.

“I want to, Y/n. Please, let me.” Shino continued to wash the bowls.

“Okay…but next date I get to treat you, and there’s no escaping that; okay?”

“You considered this…a date?” Shino said cautiously, lightly blushing.

“I liked to think of it as one…is that okay with you?” You ask, his shyness passing onto you.

“If you believe it to be a date, that is okay with me. We were supposed to have a date today anyways.”

“Do you wanna have another?” You say without thinking.

“Yes, please. We can have a picnic.” Shino responds, also without thinking.

Shino drastically raised his eyebrows, and you began to giggle. No way we both just blurted that! That’s so cute! You think as your giggles transform into coughs, and reform into giggles again, all while making you colder and colder. Knowing Shino’s uncomfort, you try to hide it as you respond;

“Oh, that’s a lovely idea! I’ll wear something really nice and formal!”

“Yeah…thank you.” Shino kept his head down and washed the already clean bowls. Did I really just say that? I guess they’re on my mind too much. Shino thought as he ran through the scenario in his head multiple times over, before realizing the bowls were well beyond clean. He dried them off and put them back, all while hiding his increasingly red face.

“I should get going now.” Shino announced, grabbing his bag and slipping on his shoes. “You need to get some rest, you’re cold.”

Of course he noticed, dammit. You grumble mentally. “Okay then, when do you want this date?”

“Well…once you’re better, and whenever you’re free, well, when would you want that?” Shino started for the door.

“Shino, you give me a date. I want to treat you too, remember?” You remind the timid boy.

“...I would prefer next week exactly.” Surprisingly, Shino smiled brightly, seemingly accepting that being treated was unavoidable.

“Alright, I’ll mark it down. All good?”

“Yes, thank you very much, Y/n.” Shino opened the door. “Please get some rest, you need some.”

“I will, Shino, don’t worry. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Y/n.” Shino turned away quickly and closed the door behind him.

(...)

It was a perfect end to the day. The tea was just warm enough, with a perfectly mild melon zest to it. Taking a few pills along with it, you melted into your new blanket on the couch. It was gigantic, much bigger than what your actual couch, but it was just fine anyways. While carefully holding the teacup so as to not burn your fingertips, you were able to feel comfortable and refreshed at the same time, all while looking at a warm Konoha sunset out your apartment window. While enjoying everything that Shino brang to you, you slowly, yet calmly fall asleep thinking of him.

Thanks so much for reading! <3 Feedback is always appreciated, positive and negative!

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If you are still doing requests and would like to answer this one: could I please ask for a small drabble of shino responding to someone confessing their love to him? I like to think that his insecurities would prevent him from noticing an individual's budding romantic interests in him without their direct interference!

YESSSS. I am still taking requests btw! Might sprinkle a lil angst in this one tbh.

Confessing to Shino!

-there are two ways this can go.

-1 he had picked up on your interest, and reciprocates.

-2 he thinks you’re pulling a prank on him.

-If it’s 1, it’d be the typical confession. He’d be shy and hide into his collar a little, asking you if you wanted to go on a date sometime.

-but the second option makes me sad so ima write that one 🙏

-he’d look down at you and scan your face, looking to see if your stifling laughter. The second you let out a nervous chuckle, he walks away. He thinks it was a prank.

-You sit there silently for a moment, shocked that he’d just leave, and that’s when you felt tears forming. Why did he leave all of a sudden? Couldn’t he just say “no?” Did you really just ruin one of your best friendships?

-When he heard a snivel from behind him, he knew he messed up, but it was too late. You were already walking home.

-You got a call that night, and when you didn’t answer, a voicemail. He wanted to stop by your house tonight!

-you let him come over, and you try your hardest to act like nothing happened. Shino coming over so late was odd though.

-soon enough, you hear a knock at your door, and Shino is there. He has flowers and an apology he’s been practicing.

-he explains to the best of his ability, why he walked away. And you tell him that you’re hurt he’d accuse you of that, but you understand.

-you let him in! He puts the flowers on the table and surprisingly pulls you in for a hug. He could tell you were tearing up.

-After a long hug, you finally share your first kiss <3

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Exposure Therapy (Shino x Reader)

Request:

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags/Warnings: Entomophobia, Insects, Large Amounts of Bugs on You, A Shibi Feature!!, Alcohol, Hangover

Notes: It’s actually kinda gross, so if you’re squeamish when it comes to insects, maybe sit this one out. This ultimately took on more Shibi than I expected. 

You could’ve cried. You would have if it weren’t for the emptied, vacated streets. The surrounding area had been completely deserted, except for you, Shino, and a few thousand rogue Aburame beetles. It was just you and an absolutely wasted, nearly unconscious Shino who leaked beetles like water. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you were practically flinching as you supported Shino from under his arm. You quickly shut your mouth as you felt the sensation of tiny legs at the edge of your lips. He was heavier than he looked, although you should have expected as much with his height and still fully equipped vest. Together, you lumbered through the streets. 

Shino’s beetles covered every inch of the surrounding area, completely morphing fences and rooftops. The light above you flickered, casting the shadow of a moving, shambling mass onto the pavement below. You were not immune to the infestation, extremely aware of all the little legs that tickled their way through your hair and under your collar. 

You had popped in your standard-issue earplugs before you left the bar with Shino, which proved wise as the insects clung to the shell of your ear. It was for the better. You knew the experience would have been much worse if you could hear the churning of exoskeleton on exoskeleton. A few of them clung to the window of your goggles, along for the ride as you returned Shino to the only place you thought to take him. 

To your surprise, Shibi didn’t seem bothered by being woken up in the dead of night. He stared down at you from the front door of the Aburame residence, absolutely covered from head to toe in beetles. They seemed to march from Shino directly to you. Shibi couldn’t even see an inch of flesh or fabric on the side that supported Shino. Only one of your eyes was visible behind your goggles. You swiped beetles away from your mouth. 

“I’m sorry to wake you, sir!” you said a bit louder than necessary. “I don’t know what happened! He had two sips of something, and he completely collapsed! I didn’t know where to go!” 

Shibi took you in, and you heaved Shino to his room together. You laid him out on top of his sheets, and for the next hour, Shibi proceeded to scoop Shino’s beetles off of you into a cardboard box he had plopped under Shino’s arm. He cleared them away with indescribable confidence, talking palmfuls upon palmfuls of insects to shake off into the box. 

“Do you think he was drugged?” you glanced at Shibi nervously, alarmed by his lack of urgency at his son’s medical state. Beetles fluttered around, spanning out across the small room. He shook his head.

“No, just another Aburame man who can’t hold his liquor.” He frowned, a contrast to your nervous laugh.

“He didn’t even drink. He had maybe a sip of beer if that.” Shibi stopped. You could see the slightest bit of his eyes as his glasses slipped down his nose. 

“Shino should have known better then.”

The rest of the beetle removal was made in silence. You excused yourself to the restroom to grab the stragglers from under your clothes before returning with about forty beetles collected in a jar. Shibi shook them into the box before gently covering it with a lid. Insects continued to pass in and out through the two side holes. 

“These aren’t poisonous, are they?” you asked, the thought suddenly dawning on you. Shibi passed you, slipping out the door just down the hall to the kitchen. He motioned for you to follow.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” he answered. Not the most reassuring. Shibi lit the stove with a match before sliding a heavy-looking kettle over the fire. He turned to you as you stood in the doorway, your tactical vest hanging over your arm. “You don’t have to stay, of course, but I do enjoy a late-night cup of tea myself.” He gave you a curt nod as he turned to take out cups. 

You sat down at the chabudai. Shibi placed down two cups before fetching the tea to pour. Hot steam wafted up into the air. He sat down across from you.

“I remember you from the Academy,” Shibi mused, sipping his tea. You gave your cup a light touch to find it pleasantly at the perfect temperature. 

“Oh?” you hummed, not entirely remembering the sort of impression you gave at age five. Shibi gave another nod as he set his cup down gently on the table. 

“Yes, I always thought you were a poor little thing. Cried at the sight of me every time.” You remembered as soon as he said it. As young as you were, you didn’t quite remember who caused you so much distress at Academy pick-up time, and the memory rushed straight back to you. Your face froze in dread as you wracked your head for a response. You must’ve made a face. Shibi only chuckled, extending a hand over the table as if to physically wave off your worry. “Those old Aburame gourds sure made a lot of ruckus for battle. Good for scaring off enemies. Maybe not so great for little kids.”

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Aburame,” you said, head instinctually bowed a bit forward. He waved you off again as he nursed his tea. 

“No need, please. We, as humans, evolved to have a certain wariness of insects. It’s why they’re so effective on the field.” Shibi chuckled to himself again. He moved to take another sip from his tea but stopped short. He held his cup in both hands halfway up to his mouth. “Thank you for bringing my son home. You’ve always treated Shino well. You certainly have my gratitude.” 

You parted your lips before closing them again, once again at a loss for words. 

“We’re… close.” You opted, hoping that Shibi wouldn’t pry too hard. 

He didn’t ask at all. 

***

Shino woke up with the worst, most raging hangover. 

It was well into the afternoon by the time he mustered up the energy to leave his room for something to eat. He had stripped off his jacket and gear, leaving them haphazardly around his room. Shibi was already in the kitchen, an assortment of foods in various stages of preparation scattered around him. 

“Dad?” Shino rubbed his eyes, the light hurting his head as he trudged through the doorway. An array of fresh vegetables from the garden sat in baskets across the counter. “Is it a holiday?”

“Your friend is coming for dinner. The one who brought you home last night.” Shibi placed a small bowl of clear soup in Shino’s hands. “Eat this; it will make you feel much better.” 

Shino didn’t have the energy to deny him. He slumped down at the chabudai where you sat the night before, pushing away rising doughs and covered greens to make enough room for him to eat. Shibi placed a large glass of warm water in front of him. 

“Why are we having a feast?” Shino grumbled, his fatigued head not quite understanding. 

“I want the poor little thing to come back. Good conversation is hard to come by.” Shibi ran his knuckles across the side of Shino’s face, humming disapprovingly. “You need to shave. I’m doing this for your sake, so you best clean yourself up.” Shino massaged his forehead, keeping his head down to avoid the glare from the window. 

“Not so loud, please.” 

Shibi scoffed, returning to his cooking.

“A beer,” he muttered. “What were you thinking?”

“It won’t happen again.” Shino stood, his empty bowl in his hand as he lumbered toward the sink. Shibi turned to snatch the bowl from his hand with a hum.

“You wouldn’t be my son if you didn’t have to see things for yourself. Go wash up now. We have lots of preparation to do.” 

Shino shuffled out of the kitchen with a new promise to swear off alcohol.

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

Notes: Wow, the poc experience really seeped through on this one. I’d like to think that Shino just turned of age and didn’t know what his reaction would be to alcohol. Also, I kept thinking of that one lady who saves bees and just takes handfuls of them and scoops them into travel hives haha

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Love and friendship know no distance - Shino x Reader x Hinata (platonic)

Have been carrying this idea with me for a while. There's a whole lotta lore behind this, but I think I managed to not overwhelm the story. Plays out after the War.

tagging: @missalienqueen @snuggleboots @brusselsproutofdoom, @shadowwolf202101blog @neonrogueraven @respitable @remusbestboy

The truth is, you hadn’t meant to make Konoha an ally. Not really. 

Konoha is, after all, the village that brought up Orochimaru. Did nothing but turn their heads to his experiments, pretending he wasn’t slowly losing his mind and his morals.

Konoha’s failure brought destruction over your whole country yet they like to blame you for it, not the man who caused it all.

Well… they don’t exactly blame you. 

But if your father’s blood runs through your veins, there’s nothing you can do about the blame attached to it.

“I am the Daimyō of the Land of Sound,” you declare at the gate, its size another slap in the face. Oh, how mighty you are, Land of Fire. But you still need a gate to keep us out, still use a gate to keep your people in. 

And you suppose their doubts are not unfounded. You’re not wearing any fancy clothes, come bearing no treasures, unguarded to the untrained eye. 

But you won’t spare any fancy things on a country like this.

-

“We were not notified of your father’s death,” the Hokage explains, grey-haired and lazy-eyed. Kakashi of the Sharingan.

You wonder if he’s seen through you already; if the Sharingan is truly as mighty as they all say. Orochimaru, after all, died for it.

“So far only the Daimyō of the Land of Rivers has arrived. You are pretty early. I’d like to assist you in your protection, offer you one or two Shinobi.”

You want to deny it, before thinking better of it. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

“One would be enough.”

“Alright. Shikamaru, who do we have? And don’t forget, only the best of the best for a Daimyō.”

“Team 8 just came back in. Genma’s-”

“Team 8 would be perfect,” Lord Sixth turns back to you, “I assume you want to pick them yourself?”

“Affirmative.”

-

Shikamaru, just as lazy-eyed as the Hokage he’s supposed to be advising, has gathered a few more Shinobi it seems. Or maybe this is a test.

It’s not hard to figure out who belongs together, their familiarity hard to ignore.

There’s a blond girl who’s not afraid to slap the hands of a boy reaching for a snack. He looks sweet, circles on his cheeks indicating that he belongs to the Akimichi Clan. The pink-haired girl and the blond guy are standing too close for it to be accidental and though you can practically feel the Chakra coming off him in waves it’s clear that he cannot keep quiet for even a second.

A white dog takes up the space two people could occupy. Its eyes stare right back into yours and as if trying to give you a hint, it winks at you. Its owner is just as chatty as the blond guy, but the other two people belonging to his team - the connection is undeniable - are calmer, used to staying in the back.

Dark glasses reflect your own face. It’s hard to tell what this guy’s thinking, but you don’t dare to assume he’s underestimating you. If anything, he might be the first to have you figured out.

Behind him, half-hidden, lavender eyes peer back at you, sadness pooling in their milkiness. She reminds you of your mother though looking nothing like her and the pang of loneliness is strong enough to make you move.

“Yes?” Shikamaru turns. 

“The Hyuuga,” you call out, bones still shaking with emotion. Are they all like that? Or is it just her?

-

Hinata is a quiet presence at your side. 

She doesn’t push herself onto you, though you cannot forget that she’s there and her silence only makes you crave noise even more.

“What does your name mean?” You ask when she leads you down the roads to the place you’re supposed to stay.

“A place in the sun, My Lady.”

“Were you born in the summer?”

“December 27th, My Lady.”

Winter, you have to close your eyes at the thought, a shiver running through you, how fitting.

“Do you like the snow?” The question has slipped out of your mouth before you can stop it, a sensation scary and unfamiliar.

Her eyes light up for a second, the ghost of a smile passing over her face. 

“I love it.”

Loneliness claws at your heart so unexpectedly that you stumble. She’s at your side in a second and you barely manage to fight her off before she touches you.

She might have been warm to the touch. You wouldn’t have been able to take that.

-

You realize your error late at night.

To have only one Guard means that she cannot go home, get rest, or take a break.

Is it selfish though, that you want her to yourself a little while longer?

You’ve managed to get her to drop the formal title over Dinner and though you’re sticking to steamed rice and green tea she doesn’t mind conversing over the food that is offered.

“We are famous for our roasted chestnuts,” she explains. “At least that’s what Temari says.”

“Temari?” You take a sip of the tea, heart thundering at the possibility that it could be poisoned. Though Hinata’s shared quite a few cups with you and she’s fine.

“Shikamaru’s fiancée, she’s from Sunagakure.”

It’s only in the morning that you regret your decision.

Hinata’s passed out by the kitchen table, hair fanned out over the dark wood, her pale skin a stark contrast.

You cannot wake her without making known that she slacked on the job.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

Konoha might not be your enemy, but it’s not your friend, not supposed to be for a long while.

After all that has passed, after all that you’ve been through, you cannot lose your mind to the first girl with sad eyes. 

But, your mind whispers back, defiant, I’ve always wanted a friend.

-

“If you feel bad for falling asleep,” you threaten her the moment she blinks herself awake, “I will throw you out.”

“I-” she stutters, red flushing her cheeks, “I…”

“I’d rather have your opinion on who else to appoint,” you tell her matter-of-factly, “than an apology. I don’t like people who talk all the time and don’t listen to the important stuff. Who do you want as your companion on this job?”

Her eyes flitter around, a milky-white that makes your heart ache for your mother, the power of her hands, the first snow of the year.

“Shino… I pick Shino.”

“Shino it will be.”

-x-

“My Lady,” Shino puts a cup of tea in front of you and steps back.

Across from you, the Daimyō of the Land of Fire is stuffing his face with spicy noodles. And he’s not the only one scarfing down the impressive feast Konoha has prepared for them.

You, however, are only served steamed white rice and green tea, both prepared by Hinata and served by Shino because these are the only ones you can - barely - trust.

“Sad to hear of your father’s passing,” the Daimyō of the Land of Iron declares, wiping his mouth. 

“I’m not.” 

Silence falls over the room. The Daimyō of the Land of Lightning is a little slow on the uptake, the noise of his chewing obnoxiously loud.

“How… how did he die, anyway?” Someone asks. You direct your eyes at them, watch them shrink under your gaze. It’s the Daimyō of the Land of Water.

“He was sentenced to death for his crimes.”

“Crimes?”

“What else would you call what he did?” Your brows lift in question. They swallow nervously, so you allow yourself to elaborate.

“Sold his land and his people to an egoistic maniac. Did nothing to stop the madness when it started, instead profited off it. Or do you condone human experiments?”

“No, of course not, no.”

“Who…” The Daimyō of the Land of Fire clears his throat awkwardly, “Who’s the Otokage now? If Orochimaru is gone. And he’s gone, I understand?”

“Oh, yes, he is gone. As the position of Otokage and Daimyō cannot be held by the same person, my Sensei, Hirota Hitoshi.”

“Never heard of him,” someone mutters in the back and though you don’t smile, you can’t help but think that that’s how it’s supposed to be.

“So, the Land of Sound is struggling, right?” The Daimyō of the Land of Fire asks directly. “What gives you the idea?”

“You’re here.”

“Touché.” You smile, though it’s more a blaring of your teeth, “We are but a small country, looking for means to invent us new. Maybe we’ll go back to what we used to be before. The Land of Rice Fields had a nice ring to it.”

“Hmm… How many Shinobi do you have?”

“Oh, not many.”

“You might think that,” the Daimyō of the Land of Fire is not as stupid as he looks, “But I’d like a concrete number.”

You hesitate only for a second before you name it, knowing that it will change the trajectory of all oncoming conversations.

Their gasps of surprise don’t feel as satisfying as you had thought.

“We-”

“We’d like to form an Alliance,” the Daimyō of the Land of Earth declares before anyone else can get more than a word in.

You rise from your pillow.

“I’ll let you think about it,” you exclaim without a smile, “I need to rest now. Shino?”

His arm links with his, an unnecessary show of assistance. It’s the first time he’s touched you too, and quite bold for the man you’ve gotten to know over the last days.

But maybe he sensed something you’d blocked out, because your legs don’t want to work like they used to, your steps growing slower and slower as soon as the door closes behind you.

“Have I been poisoned?” You ask, the question slipping from your mouth without your intention, yet again.

“Not to my knowledge. I’d say you’re malnourished. You’ve eaten nothing but steamed rice for the last days, correct?”

“I’ve done it before,” you bite through your teeth, pushing yourself up. His arm stays linked with yours.

“I can take you to your place without anyone seeing,” Shino offers and though you can only see yourself reflected in his glaces, you accept. Hinata proposed him as your Guard, after all.

-

Hinata feeds you bone broth first, then Ramen, going so far as to gently pressure you into swallowing one spoonful after the other.

It doesn’t take long to find the source of your sudden weakness, an old injury opening. 

Shino’s the one who calls in a medic, the same pink-haired girl you’ve seen on your first day. She’s remarkably quiet, checking you over with the eyes of someone who knows what they’re doing.

“If you talk about this,” you tell her with an air of someone who never gets denied a thing, “I’ll make sure you regret it.”

She huffs. “Don’t threaten me, I’m saving your life.”

“I’m saving my own life.”

Her eyes are green, spring-like in the worst way. 

After all, spring is the death of winter, the end of all things you hold dear.

“This is Konoha-” she starts, only to be interrupted. Shino’s hand lands heavy on her shoulder, Hinata’s warm fingers curl around yours.

“Can we just focus on making her well for now?” She asks, her voice managing to be warm and cold at the same time, like sun on a winters day.

-

“Can you tell me about your education?” You ask when Sakura’s gone and you’ve grown tired of lying on your back. “Do you have a school or do you learn from your families?”

“Both,” Hinata explains, lowering a warm, moist towel on your forehead. It smells like lavender. “What, uh… do you want to know?”

“You’re going to be late,” Shino cuts in from the kitchen, a shadow in a shadow. “Naruto’s picking you up in half an hour.”

She doesn’t say it but you can see that she’s torn. Torn between staying and leaving, you think.

“Naruto?” You ask, thinking of the blond guy who couldn’t stop talking. “Your friend?”

“Boyfriend,” she explains, cheeks red, “But I can call of the date if you need me.”

“I won’t die tonight,” you exclaim, thinking it funny until she pales. “I swear, I’m fine. Besides, Shino’s here to watch me. Or do you have a date as well?”

He doesn’t answer and somehow that’s answer enough.

When the door closes behind her the room feels suddenly too small for the two of you.

“Were you trained by your family, Shino?” You ask, hoping that a different topic will get rid of whatever this is.

“Yes. Most families have special Jutsu that they train their children in. Isn’t it the same in the Land of Sound?”

“It is, but not everyone has a family to train with.”

“I understand.”

“Do you?” The question comes out harsher than intended. He doesn’t back down.

“I lost my brother in the war. My mother died when I was born.” His tone doesn’t ask for sympathy yet you cannot help but extend it to him. Your mother is the reason you survived.

“What’s your family's special Jutsu? You do have one, don’t you?”

Instead of an answer, he raises his arm. Dark dots appear on the pale skin. Only when they take flight do you realize that they’re insects.

One, two, three land on top of the blanket covering you. 

You watch them move for a minute before you lift your own arm as well. Ice starts to cover it like a second skin, breaking off in flakes at first before you get the shapes right.

One, two, three perfectly formed ice bugs fly over to him, landing on his outstretched arm.

Your arm drops, exhausted from the task, the bugs vanish.

“Sleep,” he says, and to your embarrassment, you do so almost instantly.

-x-

You do not tell her - or anyone for that matter - but Hinata is the reason you agree to peace talks with the Daimyō of the Land of Fire. 

It’s hard to rule a country of thousands, even more so when your heart belongs to only a few. 

Would you throw it all way if it meant foregoing to fight her? 

Would she even have to fight? 

There’s too much to think about there.

But you suspect you’re not the only one who thinks like you.

Not when it becomes clear that the friendship between Naruto and the Kazekage is the main reason for the alliance between the Land of Fire and the Land of Wind.

I wish to stay, you write your Sensei, your words encoded, I have never felt like this before.

Love, and friendship do not care about distance, he writes back and you wonder how he already knows, long before you’ve admitted it to yourself.

“I will have to return soon,” you tell Shino after meeting with a few of the Kage’s, knowing the others are on their way to meet you.

Now that the Land of Sound is great again, a threat to the new Peace, everyone wants to settle their debts with you.

You’ve heard the rumors, mainly because Naruto cannot keep his mouth shut, about you. How you’re strong enough to be the Otokage but refused the Position - which is true - or how you only speak when asked - a blatant lie.

He nods, hands hidden in his sleeves where you cannot grasp them.

You’re out in public, the perfect picture of obedience, him traveling two feet behind you.

Hinata’s out with Naruto and you’re supposed to meet her somewhere, trusting Shino that he will lead you however he decides to do it.

“I’d like for you to accompany me.”

You can feel his eyes on you, curious this time. Sometimes they’re worried, sometimes they’re stern - when you refuse another helping of food or fight against Sakura’s advice - and sometimes, though still rarely, they’re warm, like sunlight falling on snow.

-

“I want to ask,” Naruto’s rubbing his nose, a clear indicator that he’s anxious, “If you’d do me a favor.”

“I won’t if you don’t cut to the chase.”

“Oh, ha, well…” he clears his throat, “I want to propose to Hinata. Ask her to marry me. And well… I want it to be special. Like nothing she’s seen before.”

“If you need money…”

“NO!” He pulls back as Shino steps forward, always on Guard. “No, no, not like that. It’s the beginning of early summer, but you probably know that Hinata loves Winter. I know you use Ice in your Jutsu, like Haku, I just… I thought maybe you could make it snow.”

“Ah,” you nod, understanding. “Winter in June, I get it. Yes, that can be arranged.”

“It can?”

“Of course, who do you think me for? But you’ve asked her father, right?”

“Of course!” He blushes right after. “He wasn’t too happy, but I suppose he never is.”

-

Is it surprising that Shino’s your shadow as you climb the Hokage Rock, the sight before you the village you used to despise? Not really.

His presence is as dear to you as Hinata’s, warm and reassuring when warmth used to be your enemy.

“I decided,” he tells you as you watch the sun rise, “I will come with you. Though my father insists to have me back after three months at the least.”

You grasp for his hand and it’s not hidden, warm skin against your cold.

Today might mark the happiest day - yet - for Hinata, but you suppose you can share that sentiment. You’re friends, after all.

-x-

Shino’s two feet behind you, shadow looming over you as you step into the gorge that marks the entry to Otogakure.

The sound of your footsteps, your breathing, the beating of your hearts reverberates around you until there is no more place for thought inside your bodies, until you only exist to hear.

You’ve missed it and loath it at the same time, the absence of Silence you’ve become used to.

Shino pulls you back, presses his chest against your back. You suppose he must struggle with it, the omnipresence of Sound. Everyone does when they come here. You either learn to live with it or you lose your mind.

You know that speech would only increase the problem, so you gesture to make yourself known. Lastly, you lean in, press your lips against the shell of his ears. 

It’s nothing but a short lived remedy, more of a bold statement than a means to help. 

But he is here with you, a living, breathing statement that someone chose you too.

-

You don’t want to say it, barely dare to think it, but he fits in.

Otonin are quiet, most of the time, every sound already increased tenfold by nature. They choose their words wisely, step quietly, breathe almost soundlessly. 

Maybe that’s why you couldn’t help but be attracted to him.

Or maybe it’s the fire in his veins, the warmth he exudes when he pulls you in at night.

He’s got a separate room though you don’t know when he used it last.

.

But rumors travel even when no words are exchanged.

Some servants already call him the Lord and more than once you’ve witnessed Shinobi bow to him in respect as well.

It’s still hard to believe that their obedience is willing, that they’re not following you out of fear as they did with your father. 

It gives you hope for the future.

Maybe, when the snow melts, there’s more to life than death.

-

“I need to leave,” Shino announces one morning over breakfast, a scroll next to his plate.

“When?” You ask, the tea suddenly leaving a shallow taste in your mouth, “For how long?”

“As soon as possible,” he offers you the scroll, “My father is in urgent need of my assistance. I cannot say how long it will take me.”

“Of course,” you manage to say, your mind swirling, a shiver settling in your bones. Have the rooms turned cold all of a sudden or is that something else, growing inside you?

“I will return,” he promises, conviction clear in his voice.

“Of course,” you reply almost mechanically, “And there’s Hinata’s wedding too.”

.

He’s gone within the same day, taking spring with him and summer too.

And it’s only now that he’s missing that you feel both their absences at once.

You wonder how Hinata’s feeling, if she even remembers you.

All her letters suddenly feel like they’re taunting you, reminding you of how much space there is between the two of you.

-

“It’s not unusual for the Daimyō to live outside of their hidden village,” Hitoshi offers when he visits, used to giving you advice from the day you could formulate a question. Maybe he did it even before that.

“In the same country, Sensei,” you remind him, still unable to call him Otokage as you should. Without him, you’d have no one here to trust even though he tries to make you believe something different.

“I heard the Kazekage is building a train from their Hidden Village to Village Hidden in the Leaves. Cutting the traveling time short.”

“It’s not the same.”

“No, dear, but it’s a start.” And he ushers you to your desk, all things already prepared.

If not for him, you might have lost your mind. Maybe you did. Maybe these projects are just signs of you losing what you never had.

Maybe you’re just a lovesick fool, all hope already lost.

.

I am thinking of you, always.

His letters are consistent, strong in their conviction, though not nearly as soothing to your heart as his presence would be.

When did you turn weak like this, brought to your knees by the absence of another?

You don’t doubt the servants are already talking about it.

How the Lady’s face has lost her glow in the absence of her lover.

You want to snarl at them but don’t. You’re not your father.

-

“I am the Daimyō of the Land of Sound,” you declare at the gate, though unnecessary. Your clothes scream of your wealth.

You will not dare to wear anything but the best to Hinata’s wedding.

“Welcome back,” the Guards greet you, their faces friendly. 

The Gate no longer feels like it’s mocking you. Today it’s calling you home.

.

Is there a greater joy than to hug Hinata? Wrap your arms around her after months of missing her dearly, feel her heart beat strong, her breath com even?

“It’s so good to have you back.”

And for a few days, it’s like it used to be. 

Walks in the park, her laughter in your kitchen as she insists on making you bone broth - “You’re not eating enough, I just know it.”

But life changes, all the time. 

Shino sits next to you as her father walks her through the crowd, his hand warm in yours despite all the people around you. 

If you don’t cry that’s only because the tears freeze to snowflakes in your lashes, little crystals reflecting the ice until Shino wipes them away with a careful fingertip.

He doesn’t talk much, not that he needs to. It’s enough to have him there.

-

“A speech,” the people call out.

Hiashi Hyuuga raises a glass. The Hokage. The Kazekage.

Finally, you raise your glass and the crowd falls silent.

“The only blessing I have for you is that you might stay the way you are. Courageous, believing in others…” You hesitate for a moment, feel a warm hand in the hollow of your knee, the only place where no one can see Shino’s innocent, comforting touch, the reminder that he’s here, too. “A place in the sun.”

You raise your glass a little higher, a sign for the others to drink on the lucky couple.

Snowflakes flutter down like the petals of Cherry Blossoms and with the burning red and gold of the autumnal forests behind you, it looks almost like the snow is falling on fire.

But it doesn’t melt.

And if that doesn’t give you hope, you don’t know what will.

.

One week later, just shy of your planned departure, Shino walks you through the forest behind his home, where sound is something so unfamiliar you can feel the Silence settle in your bones.

“I can never fully move to Otogakure,” he explains quietly, “Why? I am next in Line as the Head of the Aburame. I have to be home frequently.”

“I can never fully move to Konoha,” you offer just as softly, heartbreaking at the truth, “My country needs me, if not all the time then at least constantly.”

His hand is warm around yours, bugs tickling as they move from his skin to yours, crawling up and down until they form a slim, black, living ring around your finger.

“Before Konoha, the Aburame used to be nomads, traveling with the seasons, their life as hosts the most important thing. If you’re willing, I’d be open to a revival of this… in a different sense.”

A single tear escapes your eye, warm on your skin. 

If you needed any reminder that he’s capable of melting your heart, you have it now.

Unable to form words you lift your joined hands and press your lips to his ringfinger, forming a ring of ice around it with your breathe.

Maybe later, when your hearts have settled, you will think about something permanent.

But, as Hitoshi would say, Love does not care about these things.

Love sees beyond.  

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[kawaiiakamaru]

hello yes i have resurrected from the dead; i am tempted to write a multiple-part/a one shot x reader series about an uchiha sister reader. i want the reader to eventually have a love interest but i’m not sure who it should be. please comment ideas if you have a suggestion not covered in the poll! :D unfortunately i cannot promise that i will follow through on this because i will probably lose my motivation to write within the week lol!

[mayhemscorner]

Rising sun

Shino x f!reader

🔞minors DNI🔞

Warnings: ⚠️familial issues/abuse⚠️ angst, SMUT, kinky slight dom Shino, swearing, violence

Summary: (this man is almost 6ft tall and I still FIRMLY believe Shino is a VERY kinky man. Prove me wrong)

Reader is struck upon for using a forbidden jutsu during a mission. Her father retaliates as they play only by the book and threatens to strip her of her shinobi status. Shino has ideas on how to distract her

The pulsating pain against my cheek as my head reels to the side, is a realization that I’ve just been struck upon in my fathers blind rage. I can only manage in my own fit of fury, to place my own hand above the quickly rising marks. If it were a nicer day, it would make me think of when we just finished pouring the foundation of our house, how I placed my much smaller hand inside the imprint he had just made with his own. The same prints I had just fallen upon from the sheer force I was knocked back with,” forbidden jutsu is to not be used so long as you are still my child.” 

A kick to the stomach. If we didn’t live the life of shinobi, most would consider this abuse, to us, it’s only another lesson…. No matter how uncalled for. 

“It was to save a teammates life! Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing.” I spit in his direction, grasping at my ribs and trying to roll over to stand. 

“Not if it would cost me my own life or my dignity that comes with using something forbidden. Your chakra is still depleted. Get up.” He replies with no emotion. After several seconds of trying, I knew he was right. My chakra was shot. 

He lands one more kick as I reach for anything to pick myself up with,” come back inside when you’re ready to be a real shinobi.”

“Fuck you.” I cough out, finally managing to roll to my back and wheeze air back in to my lungs. 

“Or don’t come back at all. You have siblings with the same kekkei genkai. You are replaceable.” His last words echo as the stars finally dissipate from my eyes. He couldn’t truly mean that, he’s just drunk. He had to be. 

I could only ponder and force myself to believe my father was drunk as I slowly mosey to town, the forest, anywhere but here. I ignored the fact the smell of alcohol wasn’t present, maybe my senses are just off. Maybe I’d gone noseblind in a time of panic. The treeline was welcoming, silent enough to rest and gain my composure, maybe pass out from lack of chakra and a beating. I’d welcome passing out at this point, I could use the nap. The spots quickly return to my vision as my body sways,” yeah, this looks like a nice spot for a nap.”

And with that, my body buckles, swaying as gracefully as a sack of bricks to the ground. 

The last conscious thing I register is a voice calling from the treetops,” Y/N, I got you.”

Coming to was almost worse than passing out, my body aches and my head isn’t fully on the ground. My body is covered in a blanket… no. A jacket. It carried the faint smell of pollen and fresh morning dew. I knew the jacket and the scent to well, as the owner of the jacket had no smell, unless the flowers were blossoming. As soon as my head turns to look up, he becomes still as the doldrums at sea. 

“Shino.” I mutter, seeing the eyes behind his glasses turn down to meet mine,” Y/N.”

He exhales sharply, trying his best to not move his legs that lay under my head as a makeshift pillow.

“How long have i been out?” I mumble, reaching down to burrow further in to his green over coat and hope it engulfs my embarrassment.

“Only a few hours. What happened? You look worse than when I left after the mission.” He replies, picking a cool hand up from his side to rest against my now tender and swollen cheek. I sigh, leaning in to a usually gentle touch that now stung like a bee against the side of my face,” chakra was depleted too much. As a result, I ran in to my fathers hand.” 

Shino’s hand twitches against my face as his body becomes taut. 

“Word reached him that I used the forbidden jutsu before I had a chance to say it myself. Doesn’t matter if it was to save a teammate, what matters to him is that I used something forbidden.” I continue, lifting a hand to rest against his that lay on my face. He instinctively threads his fingers between mine, the closeness to Shino I’ve always craved only comes in times of pity. But I still find myself clutching to it like a newborn puppy to their mom. 

“I don’t see why you haven’t just come to stay at the Aburame compound. The offer has been extended multiple times.” Shino mentions his offer once again. 

“Im an adult now, I should just get my own place.” I mutter, squeezing his hand before pulling it down to rest against my chest knowing both of our arms were tiring. He only answers with placing his other hand at the top of my head, weaving his free fingers through the roots of my hair and tugging slightly. The sensation sends a jolt, awakening my senses and my body. 

“Get a place in your family compound so you’re still stuck with your father. Great idea, Y/N.” He monotonously shoots back before continuing,” for saving my life with a strong forbidden jutsu… you sure are clueless in anything else.”

“I wouldn’t call it clueless. He was just drunk. I’ll go back home after dark and everything will be fine.” I defend, knowing it might not be, but at least my chakra has time to build and I have time to create a bluff for Shino. Shino drops his hand, pulling the other away,” I’ll walk you back then.”

The walk is silent, save for Shino’s long jacket flapping around my much smaller frame in the wind. His right arm drapes over me to shield the wind away. Being touch starved, my knees threaten to buckle at the multiple signs of affection tonight. It had almost gotten me to forget the quickly bruising areas on my body until a sharp pain blooms in my ribs. I hunch forward, regaining my breath from my bodies surprise attack. Shino stops walking abruptly to turn us towards each other and immediately pulls the zipper of my vest down, followed by lifting my shirt and exposing my lower midriff. Shino shakes his head and grumbles,” I knew it.”

With no further word, he scoops me up as I’m still frozen, processing he has just lifted my shirt, and going even more senseless as my upper half comes to a rest against his heaving in anger chest. His steps quicken, becoming more pronounced as he stalks closer to my house.

“Shino, slow down. I’m fine.” I plead quietly, tugging at his own leaf issued chunin vest. His face is hard as stone, refusing to give any reply until we reach the gates,” give me my jacket and stay behind me.”

“Stop it. We don’t need to start a fight at this time of night.” I murmer, yet still shrug his jacket off and watch as his arms flex to put it back on. He pushes the gate open furiously and stalks to our house that sat dead center of the compound. I dig my heels in to the dirt and tug at the back of his jacket upon seeing a figure hunched over on our porch,” I’ll just go stay at your house. There’s a jug of sake next to him. He’s drunk Shino.” 

It was too late, I can barely see around Shino’s frame as my father tilts his head and sets his gaze upon the man that shields me,” the hell does an Aburame want at this time of night. Shouldn’t you be sleeping in your cave or something?” 

“I was actually coming to talk to you.” Shino puffs out, the tell tale sign of half a smile frightens me. He was confident, he was ready for a fight. 

“He was just dropping me off, was all.” I bluff, stepping out from behind him and being held back from walking any closer. 

“Bold of you to come home with a man this late. Did you not learn earlier?” He raises his voice, stalking closer to me as Shino tries pulling me back once again. I manage to dodge the first drunken swing at my already bruised ribs but the second connects just before Shino finally succeeds to pull me forcefully to the side, grasping on to the next drunken fist and stopping it dead in the air. Shinobi are scary enough sober. But when the sake hits our veins, we become almost invincible in our own mind… scary even. For the third time tonight, the wind knocks from my lungs as I hit the ground. 

“Damn these men.” I mutter, rocking back on impact and launching myself forward on to my feet, trying to charge in to the altercation. I brace myself as my father signs with one hand in an attempt to knock me back with a wind release jutsu. The wind whips around the three of us as Shino reels an arm back, and sending it flying tactfully against his opponents temple. I cringe at the sight of my dad folding in on himself and dropping to the ground, already snoring. Shino is expressionless and doesn’t move as I stomp furiously to the door trying to gather even a single thought. In an attempt to slam it shut, I feel defeated when Shino catches the flimsy door in an instant. Even behind his glasses, his eyes bore in to mine intently, unblinking. He leans against the doorframe, engulfing me with his large stature as he places an arm directly above me,” I don’t give a fuck what’s forbidden to your family, I’ll make you scream my name until even that’s forbidden.” His hands dance just above my hips as the anger rises,” Shino, what the fuck was that?” My hand instinctively shoots upwards for his throat, pinning him against the wall in an uncontrolled fit of rage, but the heat only climbs against my now flushed face at his words catching me off guard. He lets off a soft, barely even audible moan, taking his turn to lunge at me and quickly reverse our roles. My thighs were now wrapped against his torso and tangled in his long jacket as his breaths quicken so close to my throat while his hands pin my shoulders to the wall. I quickly add my other hand to his throat in case he’s gone crazy. He lets a soft chuckle out as I tug at his jacket,” that was me saving your life, would it kill you to at least say thank you before trying to tear my clothes off?” 

I feel my cheeks prickle and the anger die in my throat, only to be replaced with embarrassment,

“I-I wasn’t- That’s not-! I don’t know what to do right now. I should check on my dad.” I stutter out, the anger mixing with other, stronger, emotions as I adjust my hands around his throat so I don’t lose my grip. I can feel his jaw muscle clench and vibrate down to his throat. I find my own self impulsively mimicking his muscle twitch with my thighs, half bucking against him. A smirk once again creeps to his face before swooping in to hover his lips above the side of my ear,” Calm down. I’m only looking out for my teammate. Your father will be fine. I could’ve done much worse.”

The gentle wind against my ear as he enticingly whispers makes my eyes unfocus and my body slacken until he pulls his head back as far as my arms will reach. My hands then move on their own, leaving a playful tug at his throat before trailing to the collar of his jacket and gripping tight. He nods his head, encouraging me until sense washes back in to my body,” good girl.”

Good girl. Those two words would drive almost anyone insane. And after a while of not receiving praise, it could’ve drove me feral. It did. And I could tell Shino knew too.

“S-Shino. Please say it again.” I blush, slowly droning my hands inwards and pulling him closer to me.

“Say what again?” He questions, sliding his hands from my shoulders, causing me to slightly fall forward in to him, as his hands rake slowly down my body and settle underneath my ass to balance me back against the wall.

“I think you know.” I hint, batting my eyelashes slowly and resting my thumb against his pouty lower lip, rubbing it side to side until he playfully takes it in to his mouth with a quick circular motion of his tongue and a soft nip from his teeth. I bite hard in to my own lip to catch the gasp in my throat. Catching on with satisfaction, he hums around my thumb,” take my glasses off. I want to look at you with my own eyes.”

Another jolt shocks my body to life, unfurling my balled up fist and my other hand from his mouth to de-shade him. His eyes adjust to the darkness around us fairly easily, and they shimmer with multiple emotions. It’s crazy the eyes are what give us away. All our emotions, our lust and want. They trail patiently, almost lazily from my eyes to my lips, my lower one still caught between my teeth. I’m so lost in the sight of his eyes that I don’t notice his movements. He lifts a knee to maneuver one of his hands upwards, grasping against my jaw and hovering his lips just above mine,” good girl.” 

I sharply inhale as my head tilts forward in an attempt to connect our lips. I’m denied with a soft tug back at my jaw and a mischievous smile. His head dips down to my neck making my heart race and stomach flip. I was expecting a kiss, but instead receive his tongue tracing where he would sink his teeth in to soon after. My bottom lip curls back under my teeth, but the moan still escapes. I pull away slightly, pushing a hand against his chest,” what if my dad wakes up?”

“He won’t.” Shino huffs against my neck while tugging at my jaw once again, finally bringing our lips in to a lazy, drawn out kiss. One kiss becomes two. Three, then four. I’ve lost count how many times the presence of his lips graced my needy ones. His teeth draw in my lower lip, nipping slightly and letting go to catch a breath. My tongue acts on its own accord, darting in to find his. Shino doesn’t bother to hide his moan, only readjusting the hand that holds me up as my thighs grip around his torso tighter. My fingers wrestle away his hood, then tear away his forehead protector, releasing his quickly growing hair to tug to my hearts content. He groans at the sudden pull, bucking us both back in to the wall we’ve drifted from. 

“We should move this somewhere else.” I huff while pulling away for another breath of air and trying to wrestle his jacket off for real this time. Shino nods, falling backwards and over the back of the couch behind us effortlessly. I find myself on top, straddling a smirking Shino. I smile, finally able to tear away his vest and jacket in a sloppy and haphazard manner before I wrestle at his tight training shirt. My hands quiver with giddiness as his tightened skin flexes under my fingers in an effort to help. When I barely manage to coax the compression shirt to his shoulders, he grasps both of my hands in one of his and finishes his shirt off, exposing his upper half. Shino leans up to a sitting position and uses his free hand to pull me down further by the nape of my neck, tugging at my now tousled hair to hungrily guide our lips together once again. I feel my hands being released, followed by my vest being tugged at and shedded away. He’s gentle while lifting my shirt over the sickening bruises, his tender fingers ghosting over the lightning strikes of purple and disconnecting our lips to throw my shirt away. My aching core reignites at every twitch I feel against my pelvis from down below. 

“Fuck this.” I mutter, sliding down to grapple with the knot holding his pants at his waist. He arches slightly at the intimate touch of my hands dragging his pants downwards, then reaching up to drone lazy circles around his rising bulge. 

“I never got to properly thank you, Shino.” I whisper, slowly sinking my head downwards to place a kiss on his still clothed member. He twitches slightly and his hand once again feeds its way in to my hair as I place intentionally sloppy kisses on his hips while shrugging down his boxers. 

“That’s oka-“ Shino begins to talk before being cut off with his own moan at the feeling of my lips wrapping around the tip of his cock. His hand clenches deep at my roots and tries to follow the quickly erratic pace of my head. His hips soon follow, becoming a sloppy and unreadable pace until he pumps fully in to my mouth, causing me to slightly gag when I’m held there for a few seconds as he squirms beneath me. When he can’t handle the feeling anymore, I’m being thrown backwards to the other side of the couch and my pants have been effortlessly wrestled off during the process. All while I’m still trying to force myself to breathe air again. The circles being rubbed in to my thighs distract any sense I have, his head burying between my thighs going unnoticed at first. I can’t help but gasp, clawing up his back at the wet pressure kneading slowly at my clit. One finger slips in, shockingly cold against my rising body temperature. My hips try to move, but his other hand holds me down forcibly, making the pleasure even greater. I can feel him smirk against me, followed by a quick flick of his tongue to send me over the edge. My scream silences against the quick grasp at my throat from Shinoto aid him in sitting up,” if anyone ever lays their hands on you again, it better be me.”

“B-but we’re shinobi.” I stutter out as he crashes himself inside of me, pushing further and further until I squirm.

“Even in war, I’d go out of my way to be the last man to ever have his hands on you.” He grunts, thrusting quickly again and stopping. He holds inside of me for a few more seconds,” I wouldn’t just fight for you. I’d kill for you.”

Sex was an odd time for a love confession, but I wasn’t complaining. My thoughts were filled by the building pressure coming to a climax and focusing on not passing out from pleasure. The old couch was as close to breaking as my limit was. I grasp at his hand around my throat as the splotches of ecstasy bubble and obscure my vision like an old time cartoon,” Sh-Shino. Please, Fuck!”

“Y/N, shit.” Shino growls, pumping even sloppier and rougher than before. My head tilts back, brain shutting off and a scream of pleasure threatening to ring off. His hands clamp over my agape mouth, stifling what could’ve been an ear shattering, and dad waking shriek. The convulsion starts in my legs, ecstasy causing me to shake like a leaf in the wind and it was only building with every motion Shino made. With one last slam in to me with all his might, I see he’s reached his limit too. After several seconds, maybe even minutes of catching our breath, it’s a game of who will look at the other first. The walls and floor around us had suddenly become interesting, even though he was hovering directly above me. Shino takes a shaky breath, wiping away beads of sweat that threaten to spill from his forehead. I find myself fanning at my flushed face and finally looking in to his uncovered and nervous eyes,” was that… too far?”

“No. Was it too far for you?” He huffs out between gasps.

“N-no. I should probably go to bed… and you should get home. It’s getting pretty late.” I stumble out, trying to avoid the awkward after first time sex talking while fumbling around to put some clothes on and lay back down.

He hovers above me once again, then slides down, and I’m almost worried I may have to go for a round two. But he stops at my bruised ribs peeking out from my wrinkled shirt, kissing softly at the damaged skin,” I’ll leave if you come with me.” 

I ponder the challenge, knowing I definitely didn’t want to be home when my father regained consciousness, let alone having the man who knocked him senseless in the house. I nervously card my fingers through Shino’s hair and wait for his eyes to look towards me,” please?”

“Okay.” I mumble, quickly tiring with fatigue. My eyelids become heavy with the weight of todays events, I could sleep for days. I feel Shino’s weight disappear and I can’t help but twist to my side and curl in on myself like a cat taking a mid day snooze in the sun. As I drift off in to the waves of sleep, I feel an arm sliding below my head and the other under my torso.

The birds were singing jovially from the open window that let in a soft breeze. The side of my face pounded with my heart at the rising anxiety. Birds never sang at our compound, not for years. I turn to the unfamiliar landscape around me, seeing it was almost like a terrarium, the massive windows lining two of the walls looking out to the countryside of the hidden leaf just before sunrise. The nightstand held my neatly folded vest and a single lily that stood proud in a vase with a beetle crawling zigzags on its outstretched leaf. The pack I usually use for missions rests on the floor, stuffed full with my clothes. In my weak attempt to stand, an arm darts lazily around my waist to pull me back against a comforting heat,” We rise with the sun here, Y/N.” 

I trace his arm downwards to find his hand resting against my hip and entwine our fingers together. I force my eyes to close once again to break my family’s brutish habits, and as long as the sun droned lazily against the horizon we were both safe in each others embrace. Shino’s chest rises and falls in a melodic rhythm, coaxing me back to a sleepy serenity I could get used to feeling. All worries washed away with the excitement and anticipation of sleeping in and rising with the sun. 

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Currently thirsting for some exasperated sensei Shino who wants nothing more than to come home and push your face into the mattress while his hips snap viciously against your ass.

I honestly don't think that I've ever written anything for Shino like this before so here goes nothing. 👏

After a long day with his genin team, all Shino wanted to do was come home and relax. He reached into the fridge, walking past you with barely a graze to your shoulder. He was upset about something, you could tell, probably an extra stressful day for him.

You stepped closer to him and watched as he took a huge gulp of his drink. "Don't say anything." He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the hallway. "It's been one of the worst days that I've had in a long time and I have some stress I need to get out."

He dragged you into the bedroom and your mind ran wild. It wasn't like Shino to be this wild with you. You felt his grip move from your wrist to your upper arm and he harshly spun you around. "Get on the bed." He grabbed the waistband of your shorts and tugged them down as he pushed you forward. The look on his face as you stared back at him was wild. "You remember the safe word, right?"

You nodded weakly as his fingers reached between your legs. You knew that you were soaked already, just his hastiness had made you that way. A laugh left him, raspy and deep from his chest as the sound of his belt coming undone filled the room around you.

His hand slowly pumped his length, leaving you waiting before him, his other hand on your back as he slowly ran it down your spine. Shino lined his cock up with your entrance, one thrust sending him bottoming out inside your walls. A whine erupted from you as you felt his hand slide further down your back.

Each rut of his hips made it harder for you to hold yourself up. Shino's grip landed on your neck, pushing your head down into the mattress. You couldn't help your moans as they left you, profanities following them. The sound of skin against skin filled your ears as you felt your walls closing around your cock. "F-Fuck, Shino."

He took his hand from your neck and gripped your hips, slamming his cock into your over and over again. "Take it all, baby. Take all of this cock. Just for you."

Thirst Hours Are 24/7 😈

[comfort-comfort-comfort]

Shino Aburame Comfort Headcannons.

Tomorrow a Butterfly.

Hey, I am Rae! Written below is a list of comfort headcanons I wrote. The two links below are the songs I listened to while writing, along with the trigger warnings, please read them carefully. Super appreciate you!

🚫TW: vaugue mentions of discouraged/insecure reader(Y/N), Genderless/unspecified Reader(Y/N). Please let me know if any TW need to be added. I want this to be a safe space for you, big thank you!

💽The Bug Collector by: Haley Heynderickx (Cover)

💽HoneyBee by: Steam Powered Giraffe(Slowed)

🪲Shino comes home from a long day of teaching with a soft smile on his face. He sits to remove his shoes at the walkway. Not minding the small single file trail of sugar ants that trail through the hallway. They make way for him; as he does for them. He removes his coat and calls out to you like clockwork.

🪲"Home, Honeybee." Is today's greeting; yesterday's was, "I'm back, Lovebug." Tomorrow's will be something along the lines of, "Missed you today, Junebug." Or "Happy to see you, firefly."(He hasn't decided which yet.)

🪲He tries not to sneak up on you, he knows he is a bit quiet. When he finds you he places a hand on the small of your back or the dip of you neck, whichever is available, and places a cheek against your head. This is almost a hug, being an outsider in his own village made him hesitant with physical affection. This intimate action is for you alone and used to leave his hand shaking when he first began to court you.

🪲When he finds you upset he is instantly panicked to the bone. His insides are thrumming, beatles buzzing, heart pumping,it is a bug like instinct meant to push him into action, but of course he remains calm and composed on the outside, he has trained for year to perfect his calm facade. What you see instead is a soft frown on his face and upturned eyebrows.

🪲"What's troubling you?" His voice is soft, cooing, of course this is a talent he picked up in his teaching profession. It's different with you of course. He speaks to the children as their guide and sensei; You are, in his eyes aways, his equal. He gets down to eye level when he speaks to you like this, he is rather tall. He may come down a few inches by leaning on a wall or door frame, if your sitting-he doesn't mind getting down on a knee, and if your laying in bed or on the couch he will crouch down- knees bent, forearms on his thighs, and hands clasped together inbetween them fingers clinched tight and knuckles pink under the pressure.

🪲He is a fixer by nature. Should it be a specific thing that is bothering you, one that he is capable of fixing, he will not hesitate to take it into his own hands. He isn't boastful about it either, he sees this a part of being partners. You're a team. He wakes in the middle of the night to slip out of bed and down the hall and get to work. When he is done he leaves a small note or surprise there. Imagine dreading returning to that troublesome issue or problem only to open the drawer, cabinet, or box to find it empty except for a small praying mantis, with a note in one of its pincers. It sees you see it, and does that little dance they do in celebration. The note is simple and direct, "I love you." or "Have a better day today."

🪲During a difficult time, it is common for him to send a little friend for you. You look up from chores, work, studying, or something, to see a lady bug or jewel beatle just off to the side, trying to get a message across. It's running its little legs off attempting to make a legible and understandable shape, a heart.

🪲He is also the kind of man who likes to have schedules, rituals, or actions to fall back on when things are tense. Like giving you butterfly kisses when he is ready to leave for work, greeting you when he arrives home, he will do both again should he have to run back in even if he is in a hurry and has only been gone a minute. He likes the act of grabbing your face, warm palms against your cheeks and laying a kiss between you eyebrows, over your eyes on the side of your nose as he nuzzles in, and finally one or two pecks on your lips. On days when he is especially sentimental he will wait for you to open your eyes once he is finished, hands still holding your face close to his. He finds comfort in it everytime and will turn around again if he forgets either one. He hopes it gets a message across to you aswell, his way of saying, "I'm happy your here and I'm glad I am here with you."

🪲Other rituals are passed down by his clan, bugish or insecty things that he considers precious pieces of his culture. Humming into your neck when the two of you are in each other's arms; a way to mimic a mating call or a signal to others that you are his and he yours. Taking off his glasses in the dark of your bedroom every night. He pulls you close, needing to hide his eyes from the sunlight that will eventually shine through the windows come morning. If he is the big spoon he will burrow down into the pillows. His forehead flush with the back of your neck, his breath warming the spot between your shoulders. If he is the little spoon he will lay his hand over yours and lace your fingers together then place them over his eyes and will hold them there as a shield come morning.

🪲another bugish/insecty quirk he introduced you to, a 'clan ritual' he called a "Night to Morning Metamorphosis." If you tell him you've made a mistake, are unhappy with yourself, your actions or reactions to something, he bring this to the table. He is a big advocate for 'you can try again tomorrow, the only failure is giving up.' and to prove his point, he will gladly take your hands into his and tell you about the life cycle of a butterfly. He will suggest that you, come morning will emerge a butterfly yourself. Stronger, more beautiful, and capable.

🐛"How do you know that I can be better? What if this is my limit, what if this is the best I can do?" he responds to your heart breaking confession with, "Why? Because, no Caterpillars hatch knowing that they are a butterfly. They only know only know themselves to be chunky little larva worms" He chuckles at your reaction to 'chunky little larva worms', "then one day they will find their value, and begin to work towards who they want to be, building a chrysalis. Then they emerge with new skills, beauty, and purpose. You're in the chrysalis phase now and I can't wait to see who you will become tomorrow."

🐛He is carefull, dressing you in one of his big, relaxed shirts, light fluffy socks(he plants a kiss on your ankle), wraps you in a fluffy blanket and then the duvet, then finally his arms. When you resemble a slug, worm, and caterpillar he will lay beside you and hold you close. Should you feel self conscious or doubtful he tells you what he like about you, the traits he loves.

🦋"I can't believe that you can become even more beautiful, and yet I know it will happen because I had the same thought yesterday and every day before that, and you proved me wrong every time, my butterfly." Come morning when you emerge from you chrysalis he acts whole heartedly like there's been a transformation. Lots of, "Oh, look at you"s and, "I told you so"s.

🦋Once you bring it up to his father or other relative, they deny having ever heard of such a custom. Turns out he made it up completely, and thought it up on the spot- when he found you so distressed that first time.

by: comfort-comfort-comfort

Stay safe and I hope to hear from you!

[honeypirate]

Adult Shino x adult Reader

Summary: After a mission, with Shino recovering from an arm injury reader could only do so much of with medical jutsu, they stop by an inn to sleep before heading back to the village and dun dun dun one bed!

Warnings: unedited! Fluff!

“There’s… I’m sorry. What did you say?” You think your tired brain must have betrayed you because you think the kind old inn keeper woman said..

“We only have one room tonight. There’s a festival tomorrow and all our other rooms are full”

So you didn’t hear her wrong.

“It’s fine” Shino says before you can say anything, paying the woman and taking the key as you just watch quietly.

You follow behind him silently, trying to slow your racing heart.

After you’re inside the room, the one bed practically glaring at you from the corner, your heart seems to beat double time.

“You take the bed” he says and you gasp “i couldn't Shino, you’ve worked harder than I have plus your arm. You have to take it.”

He looks at you for a long moment, no doubt thinking about how stubborn and kind you are, you would not give in no matter what. He loved that about you.

“Either we both end up sleeping on the floor or we share” he says calmly, hiding how flustered he feels.

you think you’re going to combust

“O-okay” you say “we can share” you whisper and he nods once before he begins to get ready for bed.

You freeze in place as he takes off his jacket and headband, averting your eyes when he takes off his shirt, your cheeks flushing with heat from the sight of his strong back and shoulders before you looked away.

You start to get your stuff together as you face the other direction, changing into a shirt and shorts so you wouldn't get too hot while you slept, you take off your headband and run a hand through your hair. You turn at the same time as him, looking at each other at the same moment and he looks away with his cheeks starting to turn a little pink.

You climb into bed first, as close to the wall as you can get as you stare at the ceiling, trying to control your breathing as he turns out the light and climbs in beside you, the sound of him setting his glasses on the floor beside the bed then it goes silent and still.

“How is your arm?” you ask, whispered into the darkness of the room.

“It’s getting better” he says “thanks to your medical jutsu”

Your cheeks heat again and you nod “i'm glad to hear it”

You pull the blanket up to your chin, trying not to move too much or take any blanket from him.

After ten or fifteen minutes you begin to shiver, you should have kept on your pants but now you cant change, youre stuck beside the wall.

You try to roll over on your side and your elbow bumps him, you whisper an apology, hoping you didn't wake him, not knowing that he’s unable to sleep anyway, being so close to you his heart won’t stop racing.

When you try to roll to your stomach to tuck your freezing fingers under your chest to warm them up, your leg brushes his, your freezing skin touches his warm thigh and a quiet groan leaves your throat as you freeze in place, on your side with your knees pulled up.. He was so warm and you were dying. This was torture.

A shiver runs through your body and you clench your jaw so your teeth don't chatter, resigning yourself to the fact that you won't get any sleep tonight.

After another few minutes, your shivers get worse and you can't help but scoot just a little closer to Shino, your whole body screaming at you to cuddle into him but you couldn't, you couldn't ruin the friendship you have. Your fingers brush his arm and a soft hiss leaves his lips

“Sorry” you whisper again, you didn't mean to wake him or keep bumping him. You didn't want to be a bother.

“Enough of this” he says and his strong arms pull you to his chest, wrapping the blanket over your back and tucking you in as he holds you close.

You bury your face in his chest, sighing at the comfort of his warmth

“I’m sorry if im being a bother” you whisper into his chest and he hums softly, a deep vibration from his chest into yours.

“You’re never a bother, to me, y/n” he says “i didnt want to make you uncomfortable, or i would have done this sooner”

You chuckle and bury your face into his neck, taking advantage of being close to him “oh you could never make me uncomfortable Shino. Being this close to you.. Is the best gift”

He gasps softly, your cold fingers now warmer against his chest, he hopes you can't feel how hard his heart is pounding

He kisses the side of your head and sighs with a small smile “sleep” he says “we have a long day tomorrow”

“Thank you, Shino” you whisper, lips brushing against the skin of his neck, sending tingles throughout his body. The weight of you against him was so comforting he fell asleep quickly, right after your breathing evened out as you slept against him.

—

You wake up feeling warm and toasty, arms wrapped around Shino’s back as he lays pressed into your chest. His left arm is down by your right thigh, his palm against your calf. Your left leg was around him, heel against his hip as he lies between your legs.

Your heart rate spikes and Shino can hear it happen, but he stays still, not wanting this moment to end.

You cant help but smile as you look down at him, the morning sun rising and lighting up the room enough to see his forehead, the curve of his nose, and his long lashes as he sleeps.

you gently move your left hand to his hair, brushing it out of his face as you run your fingers through the soft brown locks. You stop when you fear waking him

“why’d you stop?” he asks, his deep morning voice muffled by your shirt and you chuckle softly “didn’t wanna wake you” you say and he hums softly, satisfied when your fingers resume running through his hair.

His hand against your calf starts to softly draw little circles, sending tingles up to your thigh and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“How did you sleep?” you ask and he smiles although you can't see it

“I slept, better than I have in a while” he says and turns his head, moving up a little to rest it on your shoulder and your heart skips, cheeks flushing with warmth as you adjust your arms around him, still playing with his hair and your other hand running across his back.

His arms come up to rest beneath the pillow under your head, like he’s holding you while he lays on you and your eyes flutter closed as you relish the feeling

“Shino” you whisper, not really knowing what you want to say, just that you need him to know how nice this feels. How much you love him.

“I know” he says and presses a soft kiss to your neck, there’s no going back after this, not after he knows how nice it feels to actually wake up with you and not have to just dream about it.

You turn your head and press your cheek to his, softly brushing your nose against his face, his arms moving underneath you as he rolls on his side, keeping you against his chest

“We should..” he nods against you, his nose brushing against your cheek as he presses a soft kiss to your jaw. You should get a move on. Get back to the village. But he can’t seem to pull away from you yet.

“i know” he says and you hold him tighter, you don't know what waits for you when this moment is over so until it does end, you’re going to soak in every second, desperately hoping this won’t be the last time he holds you.

[effeminateboyninja]

HELLO MY LOVE

I was wondering if you can do a first time sex scenario with the one and only Shino Aburame

It you can thank you ❤

HELLO DARLING! yes i can absolutely do that. idk how smutty you wanted it but... it’s pretty smutty

~ First time ~

(Shino x afab!reader) nsfw // 1.2k words

He was nervous. If it wasn’t apparent from his expression, his bugs buzzing inside him excitedly sure gave it away. He just couldn’t believe he was actually here with you, half dressed in his bed.

When you’d come to him earlier that day and said the words that lead you two here, “I’m ready,” he thought he’d imagined them. The two of you had been caught in a passionate embrace and you pulled away suddenly, a thoughtful look on your face. He could tell you wanted to say something, but he definitely wasn’t expecting it to be that you wanted him to have sex with you. The look on his face was an adorable mix of excitement and horror, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I mean… only if you want to.”

“No no! I want to! Of course I want to!”, the eagerness in his voice coming across more clear than he meant it to.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about it for weeks. Resisting the urge to run his hands under your clothes and explore your body every time you made out, but he’d never dream of pressuring you into something you weren’t ready for. So he waited for you to make the first move, and now that you had he didn’t know what to do with himself. It would be both your first times and he just wanted to make it perfect.

You looked up at his pained expression as he leaned over you. “I love you, Shino,” you reassured him.

His mouth curved up in a nervous smile and an adorable blush coloured his face. “I love you too, (y/n).”

You reached up slowly to take off the glasses he still wore to reveal his mysterious eyes which were wide underneath the dark of his frames. They were dazzling, you thought, wishing he’d show them more often. Then you pulled him and brought his lips to yours.

His anxiety was apparent at first, but as the kiss deepened he became more confident, sliding his tongue in your mouth using it to wrestle with yours. You reached up to tangle your fingers in his thick, black hair and tried to pull him closer than he already was.

Finally, he gave into the urges that had distracted him for weeks and ran his hands under your tank top, the warmth of your skin feeling like heaven under his touch. His hands shook slightly as he pulled your shirt over your head revealing the lacy bralette you wore underneath. If it was possible, his cheeks got even more red at the sight.

“You are so beautiful,” he sighed, and moved to kiss you tenderly on the neck. You moaned softly and he continued planting gentle kisses down your collarbone, moving slowly down your torso until his head was positioned between your thighs.

“Is this okay?” the question was barely a whisper and you could feel his breath against your heat.

You bit your lip and nodded, desire pooling between your legs. With your permission granted, he pulled your underwear over your ankles and leaned in to trace a slow, flat lick over your folds. Your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the loud gasp that escaped it and he continued moving his tongue slowly but steadily. After a minute or so he found a pace that you seemed to like, eliciting sweet whimpers from your parted lips and continued that way, flicking his tongue over your sensitive nub. You couldn’t believe he’d never done this before. As you were busy marvelling at his talent he brought one finger to your entrance and circled it slowly before dipping it inside you, and you released a soft moan.

“Does this feel good?” he asked against your folds.

“Yes,” you breathed, “so good.”

You felt him smile before continuing his ministrations. After a few more moments of his tongue and finger working methodically in tandem you felt a tension begin to grow in your belly. With one one final lap over your bud euphoria washed over you and you writhed underneath him.

Proud that he’d managed to make you so feel good and sure that you were warmed up enough for the next part, he sat up and leaned over you once more. He still wore that adorable blush, but the nervousness that was so prominent when he started was beginning to fade away, if there was anyone he wanted to share this special experience with it was you.

He propped himself on his elbow and pulled down the waistband of his boxers, letting the erection that had formed within them spring forth. You’d known he was big from the bulge you could feel against your thigh when you made out, but seeing it now was a whole other thing.

He noticed the worried look on your face, “I’ll go slow, I promise.”

You nodded and he positioned his tip at your entrance. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, making sure one last time.

“Yes Shino, I want you to make love to me. Please.”

With that he pushed forward slightly, entering you just slightly and stopping to gauge your reaction. When he was sure you were ready he slid the rest of the way in, stretching you out fully. You felt a sharp pain, but as he continued thrusting ever so slowly, holding your face in his palm and he looked into your eyes the pain turned to pleasure. He whispered sweet compliments as he worked his hips in slow circles and you could feel your second orgasm beginning to build. You pushed back against his thrusts and he picked up his pace slightly. The curve of his impressive length hit you in just the right spot and sent you over the edge. A loud moan escaped your lips as the pleasure filled your body and when you heard it you slapped your hand over your mouth.

He looked at your wide-eyed embarrassd expression and smiled reassuringly, “it’s okay my love, I love the sounds you make.”

He leaned down to capture you lips in his and kept up his steady pace. He was getting close too, the sounds of your sweet whimpers turning him on even more. All of a sudden you bit his lip gently and that was it.

“Ah fu-!” he groaned deeply and pulled out of you, covering your stomach in his warm cum. “Oh my god,” he stammered, pure embarrassment twisting his features. “(Y/n) I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking, we should’ve used a condo-“

“It’s okay,” you cut him off with a finger to his lips and a smile. “Help me get cleaned up?” you giggled.

Relieved flooded his face and he chuckled. “Of course.”

After he helped you clean up you laid on Shino’s chest, savouring the feeling of his naked skin on yours. It felt so right to be close to him like this, just listening to his heartbeat as you lay in the dark of his room. He ran his fingers lightly through your hair and whispered sweet nothings in your ear until you fell asleep that way, dreaming of him the entire night.

[mrs-hatake]

*pops in* weeeeeeell... Cause you are taking requests aaaaand.. because I watched first few ep of Boruto and some Naruto lately...

Shink with female reader who is scared of spiders and bees (and other stingy yellow-black insects, especially hornets 😭) and is not fond of bugs overall...but is too scared to say it to Shino, cause she loves him dearly. And finds out only when she is terrified and freezes hornets come sits on her?

I hope it is not TOO MUCH detailed? 😅 Feel free to not accept it~.

Anyway, I hope you will have fun with this opening 😁 that's the most important thing!

((...i had a hornet last summer night in my room and since then I am TERRIFIED of them 😭 ))

Aaand how are you? 🥺

a/n: thank you so much for sending in a request! I'm like you, I don't like bugs at all! 😭 wouldn't even tolerate them for my lover 😭 and don't worry, it's not very detailed. It's actually perfect! I hope you'll enjoy this when you read it ^^

and I'm doing alright! thank you for asking :)

p.s: this is not proof read!

The annual Summer Festival is Shin's favorite thing in the world. Every year, he would wait for winter to end and for spring and summer to come and for his bug friends to come out and play.

He'd rush outside, ignoring his mother's shouts of be careful!, with an encyclopaedia of bugs and insects in his hands. He'd spent the whole day locating bugs to identify and match in his book. He wouldn't even return home until his mom yells at him for dinner time.

When he was older, his uncle took him to his first Summer Festival where he had stumbled upon a stall that sold all kinds of rare and exotic bugs and insects.

That's when he had heard a high pitch coo at a plastic box that had lady bugs indifferent colors. Her two front teeth were missing, there was pink cotton candy stuck in her hair and a yellow ballon in her hand. To Shino, she was as cute as a Pavon butterfly.

"Hi." He had awkwardly greeted her, "Do you know why ladybugs are colorful?"

She owlishly blinked at him, "Why?"

Surprised she even responded to his question since a lot of people didn't care about bugs and insects, a wide grin broke and he rushed to answer, "It's their way of tell predators: Eat something else! I taste terrible!"

He was shocked to hear her giggle, felt a weird feeling in his tummy and almost became worried when his neck felt warm.

"You're funny." She giggled at him. "I'm Y/N!"

And that was the start of a beautiful friendship. The two have been stuck to the hip ever since that evening. And when they went to the Shinobi Academy, they were ecstatic to know that they were in the same class. And even though they weren't on the same team, that didn't stop the two from being close friends.

Naturally, as they grew older, so did their emotions. Long gone were the platonic emotion they felt with each other and a seed of romantic emotions was planted in its place which blossomed into a beautiful tree.

However, Shino had been noticing lately that Y/N had been growing distant from him, especially when he became more comfortable and had a better control of his creepy crawlies. He first assumed because they were preoccupied with the post Pein invasion but even when things calmed down after that, Shino grew concerned.

It wasn't until he had dropped a visit to her house and her father opened the door with a cheerful smile, happy to see him, and they both heard a terrible scream coming from upstairs, did Shino understand why Y/N had been avoiding him.

When he had barged into her room, he was greeted with the sight of Y/N, frozen like a statue, as a giant wasp was buzzing around in her room. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her body trembled in fear.

With a simple chakra control, Shino forced the wasp to leave the room. He quickly closed the window and gently held Y/N's shoulders.

"Hey." He softly called to her, making her lock gazes with his, "You okay?"

When she shook her head no, he carefully pulled her towards her bed and sat her down. He reached out and held her hand in his hand, his thumb gently rubbing her knuckle.

"I'm sorry." She whispered after a while, when she had calmed down enough to speak. "I...I've been." She swallows thickly. "I don't like bugs." She confesses quietly, scared to see his reaction.

Shino doesn't react the way Y/N thought he would, instead, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I...I didn't want to make you mad." She confessed. "I'm okay with small bugs but, you started getting more bugs and insects, bigger ones, and-" A harsh shiver wracked her body and Shino pulls her closer.

"I can put them away." Shino said softly. "If they bother you."

Y/N pulled away from the warm embrace to stare at him in bewilderment. "Won't they die?"

Shino shook his head. "Not if I store them in boxes or rooms filled with my chakra."

"You...You'd do that for me?" She asks with wide, surprised eyes.

"I would." He nods his head seriously.

"But why?"

At that, Shino smiles brightly at her. "Because I love you, silly." And leans in for a loving kiss.

"Thank." She mutters against his lips and Shino pecks her once, then twice.

"Come on, let's go get some ice cream." He held his hand out for her. When she doesn't grab it like he thought she would, he adds, "I'll tell the big scary bugs to go away."

With that, she clasps her hand with his and follows him to the ice cream shop next to the park.

[bennyb0i0]

So the poll results are in! I’m writing the Shino smut first, then the kakuzu smut, then finally an anon ask! (Shino angst) I’ll write a deidara smut later too.

Look at me.

Warnings: possessive behavior, rough sex, spanking, forced eye contact, and other stuff I’m too lazy to put. HES KINDA MEAN BUT HE LOVES YOU. (Bonus aftercare included. I physically can’t go without a sprinkle of fluff)

You were roughly shoved against the wall of your bedroom, clothes long gone. Shino’s calloused slapped your ass, leaving a mark. He was rarely rough, usually a sweetheart, but he’s also a very jealous lover. He knew you’d never cheat, but the way you acted today was a good excuse for him to act like this.

“Why’d you have to look at him like that?” He growled in your ear, so close that you could feel the rumble in his chest it caused.

“I don’t know-“ before you could finish, he slapped your ass again, in the same spot as before.

“You don’t know?” He shamed your answer, which made you look away in regret. His cold stare almost made you feel like he was actually upset with you.

“Look at me, dammit.” His tone was harsh, making made you shiver. You looked back at him with apologetic eyes. “Do you think he can fuck you like this?” He said as he pushed himself inside your dripping wet cunt. Before you could think, he was fucking you hard and deep, as if you’d leave if he didn’t.

“Look at me like you looked at him. No, look at me like I’m better than him. Look At Me.”

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(Bonus fluff ⬇️)

“Did you convince yourself I was actually flirting with that guy?” You giggled as Shino wiped the sweat off your head with a rag

“..maybe. Did you believe I was upset with you for a moment?” Now it was your turn to be embarrassed.

“..a little. I love you though, and I’d never wanna be with anyone else <3” you said confidently, making Shino kiss your forehead.

“I love you more.”

[wing-ed-thing]

Shino x Reader x Kiba Love Triangle Headcanons

𓆃 Passive aggressive! It will destroy this team!

𓆃 Because neither of them think the other is good enough for you and aren't going about things in the right manner. Kiba is immature and crass! Shino is judgmental and never speaks his mind when it’s important!

𓆃 They both stumble upon their mutual fondness of you by accident and sort of just assume it's a rivalry (mostly Kiba's fault).

𓆃 Kiba will outright say that he's into you, professing his plans to woo you out loud to Shino. Perhaps he'll babble on about what kinds of restaurants you might like or what the likelihood is that he could win you over with one of the Inuzuka hounds.

𓆃 And all it takes is one (1) snarky remark from Shino for them to both realize what's happening.

𓆃 "One whiff of this cologne, and I promise this date is guaranteed!" Kiba may say. Or perhaps, "After we've gone on our first date, it's smooth sailing to a pretty wedding. I think my clan name would be very complimentary, don't you think?"

𓆃 All it takes is one, "What's the scent? Wet dog?" or "Yeah, because everyone wants their last name to be 'dog mound'" and it's all over.

𓆃 They'll admit that they are interested in you to each other, but then in like a really hilarious way they'll try to talk each other out of it.

𓆃 Shino will bring up that Kiba never had an interest in relationships, to which Kiba will say, "I never said that!" and Kiba will assert that Shino doesn't date, to which Shino will say, "Since when?"

𓆃 And because they've been on the same team since they were kids, they have this close relationship that they're grappling with as they constantly try to one-up each other.

𓆃 Shino is not above easedropping through his beetles, and Kiba isn't above completely interrupting Shino's interactions with you.

𓆃 This feud can and will spread to you and become a minor to a major inconvenience depending on how long it's been going on for.

𓆃 Trap them in a room and force them to make up and be buddies again... for your own sanity...

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

[kawaiiakamaru]

god, i just want some shino aburame fluff and smut content, is that too much to ask?

[tired-biscuit]

Headcannon asks: 8, 14 & 19 for Shino :)

here you go!!

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Shino:

8. Shopping headcanon

Shino, mostly dressed in dull, muted colours, has a tendency to buy peculiar socks with funky designs on them. They're hidden in his boots more often than not, but you still sometimes manage in catching a glimpse of neon yellow, or bright sky-blue just below the bottom hem of his pants.

He even wears them mismatched if he can't find the same pair in his drawer at the start of his day. It's the cutest thing ever.

14. Romance headcanon

He loves it whenever you fall asleep with your head resting on his chest. His heartbeat is always so calm and steady, and his broad hands are heavy and warm as they rest on your back. He strokes your spine in soothing motions, enjoying the silence and your company as you nap like a satisfied little kitty in his embrace.

19. Joke headcanon

He loves and is fascinated by all insects, except for grasshoppers. The way they jump makes him flinch because they're so unpredictable. He grits out a stoic "Sorry." under his breath if he scares one by accident every single time.

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headcanon game!!