#hes got a naruto pin

[ohai-there]

I was talking with @doveywovy about founders era (izuna lives) animal hybrid au.....

Izuna absolutely tugs on Tobirama's little stubby tail and thinks its so cute its so small.

[eskumii]

yandere!genin!sasuke uchiha + darling who's secretly half uchiha hcs

TITLE: " LIKE WATER, LIKE BLOOD " — navi. — general yandere!sasuke hcs.

NOTES: i've been randomly feinin over naruto again and this idea just won't leave me alone :'D don't press me on lore specific stuff i just yap and pretend it's true ok. also i accidently posted this b4 it was finished ... if you read that, no u didn't.

☆ you're no stranger to the fact that your mother had an affair with an uchiha man a few years before the entire clan was slaughtered like cows. your father had been a high-ranking official in fugaku's inner circle, but you had never learned his name, even when he secretly visited you and your mother on weekends between his missions and clan dealings.

☆ this is not to say, of course, that he was a bad man. he often tried to instill core uchiha values into you (never dishonor the uchiha clan name, always seek to carry on its legacy and strength, etc..) but nothing ever seemed to stick. you were more interested in the little trinkets he would bring you: necklaces, bracelets, hair ribbons, hand fans, and various other accessories that were often branded with the uchiha symbol. none of it was ever worn out in public, though, so you just hung them on your walls instead.

☆ after your father's death, you eventually distanced yourself from the uchiha side of your identity as it had always been steeped in secrecy and the fear of scrutiny from the third hokage/konoha elders/villagers who felt strongly about the nine tails attack. after all, you aren't supposed to exist. you're not sure what your mother was thinking when she got knocked up at such a politically fragile time, when the uchiha clan were still under fire for conspiracy and treason.

☆ at the academy, you intentionally avoid sasuke. you've probably spoken to him a handful of times—many of which were him telling you to get out of his way, or to shut up if you were talking too loud with your friends (your assigned seat was directly behind his, unfortunately).

☆ it isn't until much later after you graduate from the academy and are placed into teams that sasuke somehow finds out you're also an uchiha. whether someone told him or he just... knew, you do not know. at this point, you haven't seen him in months (you're on different teams), so him appearing on the landing outside of your open window is a very startling jumpscare.

☆ he takes one look around your room, which has uchiha merch strung up all over the place, and is immediately pissed at you. all this time there was another surviving member of his clan and he had no clue? and it was you, of all people?

☆ sasuke always thought you were weird and suspicious during your days at the academy. whenever he interacted with you, you would cower from him, almost looking ashamed. you were adept at everything he was and, as much as he used to hate admitting it, you were often his competition when it came to scoring at the top of various skill tests. looking back, it all makes sense: the blood in your veins is special, as uchiha children often are. as he is. and now, instead of callousness, he feels a kindling of pride at your excellence.

☆ it takes no time at all for everything to change between you and sasuke. after he barges his way into your room (you don't how he found out where you live in the first place?!), he forces you to explain why you lied about being an uchiha. you have no choice but to comply after his threatening glares pin you into submission and he refuses to let you past him until you talk.

☆ sasuke really doesn't care that you're a "half uchiha." you descended directly from a member of the uchiha clan so as far as he's concerned, you're his kin through and through. this discovery immediately sparks something primal in sasuke, like a desprate clinging to preserve what has been, and to protect what can be.

☆ you're often dragged away to secluded places by sasuke—the training grounds, usually. you try to fight but sasuke is just stronger than you and you are easily wrestled into defeat; a reoccuring pattern that makes you feel unsafe around him. but despite your growing feelings of contempt towards sasuke, he is brutally relentless in his pursuit of you or, rather, his pursuit of molding you into a proud uchiha who is willing to restore the legacy of his clan with him.

☆ the uchiha boy is a little worried that you lack so many of the values that he himself has been taught by his parents and itachi. you don't know much about the sharingan nor the clan's signature great fireball technique. so he starts there.

☆ let's be honest though: you're not interested in being lectured on the history of the clan by sasuke, but you're not entirely opposed to learning a new jutsu so you allow him to train you for now. whenever you mess up or ask too many questions, he'll sigh in very clear annoyance but bites back any insult as a mercy to you.

☆ you notice how much more patient he is towards you. how he quietly praises you when your little flame grows, how he immediately checks on you when you're winded from using too much chakra. there's a general closeness that never existed before (sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, physically guiding your hands into signs, or poking your forehead when you say or do something he thinks is dumb). it's all strangely... intimate.

☆ the frequency of his visits begin to increase as the days go by, and there were a few times where you would wake up in the middle of the night to see him standing over you. obviously, this scares you, and you have to keep sasuke's sudden intrusions into your bedroom a secret from your mother, so you begrudgingly agree to his strict schedule of meeting at his apartment at least four times a week instead of him breaking into yours.

☆ in the following months, you see a side of sasuke that you're sure no one else has seen. one that isn't carefree, but deeply emotional and reactive, especially when it comes to you. soon enough, he reveals his plan of revenge against itachi to you. you're shocked that he would go to such a length, and the sentiment is not shared by you at all.

☆ before sasuke leaves the village, he of course tries to convince you to come with him. you aren't a fool, though. despite settling into your uchiha heritage at this point, you're no destined avenger. you followed along with sasuke's strange intrusion into your life thus far, but this is where you draw the line. you refuse.

☆ "no? what the hell, [name]? you're an uchiha." he'll spit heatedly, arresting you by the hand when you turn to walk away from him. "your duty now is to kill itachi and restore our clan. don't think for a second that you can just run away from this. from me."

☆ and... he's right. one way or another, you find yourself a traitor to konoha for the sake of the blood that binds you to sasuke. what happened to his family, he won't let happen to you. this time, he's the one who'll kill to protect the one he loves, even if you hate him for doing it against your will.

[tired-biscuit]

naruto is the kind of guy who begs to eat you out. like, he has *never* played it cool and you’ve always known he was into you. but one night he’s hanging out at your place and you look so cozy and domestic and soft and squishy and he just—“c’mon please let me make you feel good! you just look so cute!! i’ll be so good at it, i swear!!!” and when you say yes it’s the first time you see naruto actually focus on something that’s not training or ramen (turns out your pussy is the third and final interest naruto has in life) and he absolutely demolishes you—leaves you without your pants or your soul—on the couch.

18+ MDNI // cw: oral (f!receiving), unestablished relationship.

this is so cute, especially for like a situationship kind of thingy.

like, maybe there is an obvious spark dancing between you even if you aren’t exactly official yet. maybe you hang out a lot, but don’t call it dating just yet even if you love to do stuff together.

maybe you keep him company at the food places that are open 24/7 because he tends to get bored and hungry a lot and goes to bed super late, and maybe he sometimes spends the night at your place as a result afterwards; wrapped in your embrace and wearing nothing else but his underwear because he doesn’t have anything else to sleep in — of course.

maybe you keep making people assume that you’re a couple because of how you always make sure to sit together whenever you’re out with a group of friends, or how his arm is always draped around your shoulders, or how you’re constantly ruffling his hair and hugging him goodbye.

maybe you’ve even shared a couple of kisses and some heavy petting here and there whenever one drink too many got involved and he offered to walk you home from the bar even if he could barely stand upright himself.

that kind of thing.

so when he makes an actual move on you for the first time — completely sober and halfway through an excruciatingly shitty movie that he picked — you’re kind of surprised, but at the same time… not really?

after all, it’s pretty obvious that he likes you, it’s outright spelled on his forehead. and him being the confident guy who’s super open about his feelings, he certainly isn’t the type to deny it when he’s already dug himself a hole this deep. quite on the contrary, he tells you that he likes you right to your face.

you attract him. he finds you so cute, especially tonight, when you’re dressed in your little top that hugs you in all the right places and the comfortable shorts that sometimes ride up high enough for him to see the fat of your ass whenever you angle yourself just right.

but despite asking if he can eat you out and drowning you in compliments and eager promises, he can be quite the little shit when he wants to be, you know?

so he practically pins you down to the couch under the pretense of playfighting and initiates a doting attack of kisses that are peppered all over your face and that make your heart outright flutter with joy the moment you tell him yes. you can’t really blame him for it; he’s just very affectionate by default and has been waiting for literal ages to exhibit all that love he harbours for you.

you wiggle underneath him, trying to break free from under his weight so that you can return the favour, but his warm mouth is already making its way down your chest; leaving audible smooches that tickle and make you laugh quietly.

and even though he’s sunshine incarnate and all things good, he’s surprisingly strong when he wants to be. you squirm and instinctively try to push him away with the help of your legs, but it’s no use.

all it does is pull him closer. your legs are wrapped around his waist; he’s made himself so comfortable between them. his half hard cock is snug against your clothed pussy. the occasional friction you both experience makes you both breathe a little harder than you normally would and makes blood rush south.

he is very boyfriend material even if he isn’t your boyfriend, so the entire thing is literally just a series of loud kissy noises mixing with your squeals of his name. it’s fun and playful and sweet, just like he is.

and then before you know it, things escalate fast. he’s manhandling you into position, making you hug his head with your thighs as he licks you right over the cotton of your underwear, with your comfy shorts tossed somewhere on the floor and your cute top pushed so far up to the collar that both of your tits are out.

he’s messy and ardent to please. if the panties that you’re wearing are plain white, his drool will make them so damp that they’re practically see-through. he’ll make them stick to your pussy so that he can see the literal outline of it; tracing your sticky slit over and over again with the tip of his tongue and finger, shaping you out.

and then when those panties finally come off, sliding down your slightly trembling legs and ending up dangling from one ankle, he really goes to town.

he’s all sloppy kisses aimed at your cunt and tongue fucking and drool, drool, drool. he’s bright red cheeks and lustful blue eyes that remind you of a sea gone murky after a stormy night. he’s mussed hair in the colour of wheat that you just can’t stop weaving your fingers through, and an adorably smushed nose that keeps on pressing against your clit as he keeps on shoving his tongue in and out of your tight hole, tasting you so much and so deeply that your slick is practically dribbling down his chin.

he’s a calloused thumb being swiped over your nipple and a broad hand wrapped in bandages as it tigtens its grip around your thigh. he’s broad shoulders, a fast-beating heart and sweaty tan skin. he’s overstimulation and loud slurps and moans and raspy whimpers as he keeps moving his hips and practically humps the couch because of how fucking horny you make him.

and finally, he’s also ready to cum in his pants the moment he feels you clench around the two fingers he’s shoved into you at some point.

especially because the name that you end up moaning out is his.

[rainybyday]

This is mostly based on these three ideas I had circling in my little head please send help. 

Warring States Period - First Idea

Kaguya won in this timeline and only Team Seven survived, both past and present (Sakura, Naruto, Sai, Sasuke, Tenzo, Kakashi, and Obito (all in a total of seven :D)), and so they went into a new timeline as they used their last bit of Chakra to destroy their timeline so Kaguya will never escape and take over other dimensions 

Relationships 

ObKk because I somehow am in a toxic yaoi shipper cycle, god help

Sasuke and Sakura will stay together because I have a massive pin collection with amazing pins of these two so it made me biased

Naruto and Sai are without any partners since their timeline got fucked

Pray

Ok so let me go over some little details I like to have

Uchihas love so fucken deeply its not even funny so when their loved ones are threatened, all hell breaks loose,

Hatakes are a feral clan and while they are seen as “domestic” in modern times not so much in the Warring States, there are two reactions. One (stupid) people will try to fight them to scare them off (ha) or are scared to high heaven and back away from them

Hatakes have fangs and have habits like touching and calling their close ones pack and mate and pup if considered pack 

Yes all of his students are his pups and Tenzo is affectionately called a sapling once he realizes that is a THING for Senju’s to say to their young

Tenzo secretly loves it

But before he never said it out loud since, you know, trauma

Hatakes are territorial of their pack so if anyone messes with their pack when they can’t handle it you are going to wake up with your throat being ripped apart from Hatake teeth

Having a Hatake and Uchiha couple might be a pair made in shinobi heaven if I think in that sense

Fear them

Kakashi gives head pats like it is free candy

Everyone decided to have the Hatake clan symbol on them to place a barrier between them and other warring clans because no one likes to mess with Hatakes (only dumb people do, aka, the political greedy people)

Oh wait I found my plot!

Sakura is still considered a civilian during this time, with no family name or any of that sort since, back then, a civilian was too poor to have a last name, so she, alongside Sai, are now Hatake. 

Since Hatake’s have a pack mentality they do have the occasion of adopting outside their clan and giving their last name, however, there have been very few cases in which a clan outsider is adopted into the Hatake. Usually, this is issued to the clan head of that clan and things will get sorted out. But, because Sasuke, Naruto, and Tenzo are time travelers, no one knows of them nor are they official in the clan registry they don’t do that. 

 Bastard children if you will, and while it's possible for both Naruto and Tenzo that is going to be difficult to tell with Sasuke and Obito

So they decided not to use their last names in such situations unless officially asked if they were of [instert clan here] and just said they are by blood

After all, last names are a claim so they are careful to say they are a Uchiha, Uzumaki, or Senju

Do they claim them?

I mean no?????

Let's say no

They are blood-related but do not claim name, claim blood, not name. If named they are shipped to the clan’s compound and goodbye pack member. 

NOT ON KAKASHI’S WATCH

Ok so, timeline!

I’m gonna make it about maybe a year or more before the death of Inzuma

Just because I can and because tension is still there

But not THE tension if you know what I mean

I want Tobirama to feel like something is wrong with the Chakra signatures floating around but I want Hashirama to know first what the actual problem is with the forest warning him about a pack he should not cross

Why the forest?

Because they feel another person with the forest within them

Aka Tenzo

Case and point

They find Sasuke first by accident

It was a patrol of Senju who found him and immediately didn’t know what to do but they had to capture the thing because obviously it was a Uchiha

They corner him and they are about to catch him when the trees start to move

At first, they think it's their clan head who came to trap him 

But no

The branches are capturing THEM and leaving the Uchiha alone

So now they are confused

Confused they see a man with short chestnut hair come out from nowhere, take the Uchiha into his arms, and warns them that they shouldn't mess with a Hatake cub

And

Disappears

They promptly freak the fuck out

I'll add more later and edit more of my other two ideas cus I can. Nice to do a break on the dcxdp fandom not gonna lie.

Part 2 | Part 3

[thesonicpunk]

My favourite SNS fanfics (part 1)

Someone in the comments of my own fic asked for NaruSasu recs, so I thought I'd also make a post compiling my absolute favourites here! I've been so fortunate with the response to my work on AO3 so I hope this is a nice way to share the love around:

Inside this place is warm by magma. One shot, a cozy night in with Sasuke and hokage!Naruto where they figure out what they are to each other. It's short, so well written and the author really grasps the subtleness/complex nature of their relationship! (the author is @magmavox on tumblr!)

Swimming against the current by GODZILLA90095. Part 1 of the series with the same name. College AU. When I tell you I devoured this fanfic........ Lowkey-emo!Sasuke, hockey-player!Naruto. It's funny, it's got lots of pinning, it's got feels, it's got Naruto figuring out his sexuality in the most typically Naruto way, basically it's got IT ALL. And the writing is amazing. It was the fic that inspired me to get on the website and post my own work.

Tears don't fall by GODZILLA90095 (again bcs they rule). Part 1 of the series A different way but just as good. Modern AU. It's kind of a Naruto and Sasuke get a second chance in their 30s after a huge break-up. Naruto has kids with Hinata, but he's gay. It's heartbreaking, raw, real, beautiful.... fuckkkk read it!!!

The Symposium series by candlewix. Told from the perspective of ace!Kakashi. We see Naruto and Sasuke's love story across the years from his eyes. No one, I mean NO ONE, is as funny as this author. The way they write Kakashi's POV is hilarious, but so well balanced by the profound and beautiful descriptions the author writes about what Nart and Sake mean to each other. ugh.

We Deserved a Better Ending My Love by narutophobia. Reencarnation babyyy! Naruto and Sasuke in modern times, but everything that was in canon was real just reaaally long ago. Naruto remembers, searches for Sasuke (who doesnt remember!!). SHENANIGANS ensue. Beautiful love story and such an interesting take on things.

love like this is forever by moonplums.  Part 1 of the series forever. It's set in Boruto era/world - I am not usually into that tbh, it gives me anxiety to think about Sasuke and Naruto not getting together after the war BUT this series does it quite nicely, kind of like they have their awakening later in life and it's very cute how they have a family with the kids. Sarada's POV. Worth reading for sure!

when it all comes together, there's just you by kintou.  It's short fragments of both Naruto and Sasuke discovering their sexualities across the years, with and without each other. Super cute and interesting, and smutty! I love the concept. (author is @ao3-kintou on tumblr!)

I might one day make a part 2 to this, but so far these are the ones I've read that I really love! I hope it was ok to share these on here, if you are the author and would like me to remove (or tag you!) just message me.

If you read any of these and you like 'em, remember to leave a comment (any comment!). You can make the author's day with just a little emoji. <3

[nightmarerose1]

Bakugo and Tokoyami are a little like Shikamaru and Temari if you really think about it 💭

Look Since Naruto was a big inspiration for Mha it’s not surprising that their fights are similar especially after reading/rewatching them side to side. Tbh the only difference is that Horikoshi made their fight shorter and added Bakugo pinning Tokoyami down while looking way into doing it. (If Temari did that to Shikamaru while having the same look as Bakugo you could probably guess how everyone would of reacted)

Their best friends reactions to the fight: Choji knows Shikamaru well enough to know that he was going to give up eventually while Deku and Kirishima were just figuring/finding out about Tokoyami weakness. But even after he gave up Kirishima had to add that Bakugo likes to go after that type of stuff, I know it’s doesn’t mean much but the way Bakugo was looking at Tokoyami showed how he way into those type of stuff.

Also this is just my opinion and I know not a lot of people would agree but I’m making a bet if Bakugo was a girl or even Tokoyami was a girl + Had a human head then they probably would of been together or at least their ship would of been more popular (which is a little sad cause Tokoyami is a cool character just the way he is it’s just him having a bird head makes people ignore him most of the time). Of course the argument can be made oh if Bakugo was a girl then he would be with Deku or Kirishima but again since Mha was inspired by Naruto I wouldn’t be surprised if Horikoshi had put them together in a way of saying you “didn’t expect it did ya” or as a joke like “if Shikamaru gave up and got with the spiky blonde then I don’t see why that can’t be the same for Tokoyami”

Bonus: Shikamaru and Bakugo asking their dad the exact same questions 💍❓

Tbh I would do a deeper dive into the whole ShikaTema and Bakutoko being similar but that’s going to take a while so if anyone is interested then stay tune 🦌🌪️🐦‍⬛💥

[13as07]

Elegant #1

(Shino Aburame)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to JUHiHUJi]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,502

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

It's a western theme wedding style cause I was lazy and didn't want to do research

Alcohol Use

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     I let out another strained breath, glancing over my wedding dress in the body mirror again. What if Shino doesn't like the style? What if he's getting cold feet? What if he leaves me alone at the altar? What if -

     "Wow," a voice says softly, drawing out the word. "You're so... beautiful." My sights jump up, glancing in the mirror to figure out who's behind me. Naruto's frame fills the mirror as he walks closer, settling behind me as his eyes jump over my dress. He's smiling ear to ear, with stars hanging in his eyes as he looks at me. "You're the second prettiest bride I've ever seen."

     "Second?" I ask, smiling back at him.

     "Ya, sorry but you can't beat out how pretty Hinata was at our wedding. She'll always hold that first place price."

     I laugh at the love-struck newlywed. Hinata and Naruto got married two months ago, and I swear he still looks at her the way he did at their ceremony.

     "Now, I know Sakura will drag me out by my ear if she catches me in here, the whole bad energy from seeing you - "

     "That's only for the groom, Naruto. Groom's men aren't included in that," I correct, shifting around so we can face each other. My squadmate looks pretty nice when he gets dressed up, even if his hair is still messy and pointed every which way.

     Naruto's cheeks dusty a slight pink as he rubs the back of his head. "Oh, right. Anyway, I remember the whole 'new, old, borrowed, blue' thing from my wedding. I don't know if you're doing that like Hinata did but I did bring you something blue just in case."

     "I wasn't planning on it but I appreciate the thought, Naruto," I tell him, leaning forward to wrap my arms around him.

He wraps his arms around me too, being careful not to mess up my perfectly constructed look for my special day. "Anyway, you want to see my gift?"

"Yes, I do."

"Just so you know, this is fully from me. I did it - well Hinata stitched it - but it was fully my idea, all of it," Naruto rambles, digging through his pockets in search of my gift.

He tugs out a square cloth, the main color being a rich blue with the edges being his signature obnoxious orange color. Naruto holds it in front of me, letting the cloth tumble undone to its full size. It's no bigger than a napkin. In careful stitches is the quote 'Trust is knowing that when a squad mate pushes you, they're doing it because they care'.

"Naruto," I mumble, reaching forward to hold the ends of the cloth.

"Pretty nifty, huh? Hinata had a section of Neji's robe turned into a handkerchief, so I asked her to do the same with my old jacket. I figured you could pin it under your dress. If not that's cool too. Oh! And don't worry, Hinata cleaned the material like a bazillion times."

     "Naruto," I call again, tears in my eyes as I lunge forward, wrapping my arms around his neck again. "You dumb gushy fox," I say with a smile and tears of appreciation.

     "Do you not like it? Oh! Please don't cry, you're going to ruin your makeup," he rushes out, carefully slipping at the water that threatens to ruin the makeup I spent an hour on.

"I love it, Naruto," I tell him, smiling at him to send the point home. "You big goof. Would you pin it to my dress?" I ask, shifting my skirt around to figure out where I want it pinned.

"Of course! Let me go find a pin."

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"Just some final touches," Sakura mumbles, running the makeup brush over my cheeks again. "Oh, and a few puffs of perfume," she says, jumping to her feet and rummaging around the table covered in different products.

     "I can't wear perfume, you know that. It messes with Shino's kikaichus."

     "So, you know how Shino has been queasy off and on the last couple of months?" She mumbles, now digging through her bag.

     "Sakura," I utter, my tone warning because of the way our conversation is heading.

     "Well, it's because Hinata and I have been testing different perfumes," She finishes, standing up with a small box in her hands.

     "Sakura!"

     "Oh calm down, it was only a handful of times and only a squirt or two every time. No Shinos and no kikaichus were harmed. Besides, it’s your wedding day. You should be wearing a new perfume to celebrate. It just so happens to be the only perfume that doesn't annoy or make your husband's parasites sick. Now come here and let me spray you down."

     I roll my eyes at her but do get up from my spot. I twirl in a slow circle, letting Sakura coat me in the flower-scented perfume. "See? So much better, plus you can wear perfume more often since it doesn't mess with Shino."

     "I guess so," I mutter, shaking my head at her. I swear Sakura never uses her brain outside of missions.

     "Alright, I'll leave your fancy new scent here on the table," She says, making a show of putting it back in the box and leaving the box on the table. "We need to get going for your first look and such." Shino isn't much of an emotional man and is rarely emotional around other people, so we decided a private first look would be best.

     She leads the way, my veil in her hold, held above her head so it doesn't drag on the ground as we head outside. "Wait here," she mutters after the short walk, stopping long enough to situate the clips of my veil into my hair.

Sakura slips away, leaving me to admire the cherry blossoms as she goes looking for my husband. I do just that, walking along the small path and toying with the heavy branches being weighed down by the weight of their blooms.

Enjoying the scenery helps with some of the anxiety surrounding today. I'm more than thrilled to spend the rest of my life with Shino, but it's still nerve-racking to think about all the things that could go wrong today, let alone the future.

"You don't always have to be such a lug!" Sakura's voice rings out after a few minutes, tugging my focus in the direction we came from earlier.

My best friend is dragging my very soon-to-be husband down the short path, a blindfold wrapped around his eyes to ensure he's not cheating. Shino looks nice, dressed fancy for once and his hair slicked back instead of loose and bushy like usual. "I do not see the point in doing this. I will see her when she walks down the aisle," he grumbles, slowly trudging after Sakura as she pulls him my way.

"I don't want you loosening your macho-ness because you burst into tears in front of everyone," I tease, causing his head to snap in the direction of my voice.

A group of his kikaichus slips out, eagerly flapping their way toward me. Some stay buzzing around me, with a few others clinging to different parts of my clothing. This has been a common thing during our relationship, Shino's bugs ditching him to investigate me or chew at a bit of my chakra. I freaked out the first time it happened but he insists they mean no harm and it helps him feel close to me. Since then, it's come to be something that calms me down, which I need with how loud my heartbeat seems to be.

"I would not and will not cry," he mumbles, stopping in the spot Sakura leaves him in.

"Lug," she murmurs before turning toward me. "I'm going to go make sure everything is settled. Once you two are done, send Shino in and come wait in the corridor, alright?"

"Alright, I'll see you in a few minutes."

With that, Sakura turns on her heels to head towards the waiting guests, leaving the two of us alone for the first time today. "You don't think you're going to cry when you see me?" I ask, reaching forward to toy with his sunglasses that Sakura slithered the blindfold under.

"No, I do not," he whispers, his hands sliding up to wrap around my arms, causing more of his kikaichus to spill out, coating both of our arms now.

I slowly slide my touch backward, taking my time to rest his glasses on his head before I tug at the knot keeping the cloth in place around his eyes. Once the cloth is loose, I take a step back, letting the material dangle from my fingertips.

Shino's eyes are squinted because of the setting sun. I knew they would be, but I want to see his whole reaction especially since this is something that won't happen again. His sight crawls around my body, falling down my dress like a waterfall before climbing back up my frame like a mountain. "Perhaps," he starts, voice cracking as he repeatedly blinks. "Perhaps, I was wrong."

     Once the words are out, he breaks, tears rolling down his cheeks, chasing away the kikaichus that have been clinging to his face. Shino moves forward, enveloping me in his arms so he can hold me. "You look elegant, my Ladybug," he whispers into my hair, his little friends following their leader and knotting themselves in my locks.

     When Shino pulls back, his focus shifts from me to helping his beetles untangle their legs, being careful not to mess up my hair and not to hurt his bugs. He spends the whole time trying to blink away the fresh tears forming in his eyes; he fails, forming water lines down his cheeks.

     "Oh, Shino," I coo when he pulls the rest of the way apart from me. I cup his face, using my thumbs to brush away his tears. "You look very elegant too."

"Not as elegant as you, my dear," he mutters, leaning down to brush a kiss against my lips.

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I shift my dress again, making sure it's laid perfectly as I wait for Kakashi to join me. There's about ten minutes until I'm expected to walk down the aisle with my Sensei giving me away to my husband, to my Shino. My nerves have evened out since our time together under the cherry blossoms, leaving me filled with nothing but joy.

"There's my gorgeous daughter-in-law," Shibi's soft voice calls from behind me.

I turn a bit, making sure not to mess up my carefully laid-out dress and my thin veil settled on top of it. I decided on a royal-length veil, more so because that's what Shino wanted than me, but it is his wedding as well. If he wants me to wear a long veil that trails behind me, I don't mind.

"You look lovely," Shibi compliments again, making his way forward. He stops in front of me, careful hands cupping my cheeks. He tilts my head down, brushing a gentle kiss to my hairline. "You are beautiful. The most beautiful bride my son could ask for."

"Thank you," I mutter, tilting my head back up so I can look at my father-in-law. A soft smile is on his face as he looks down at me. This is one of the few times I've seen Shibi truly content, which only solidifies my decision to marry his son. Shibi is the smartest man I know, and if he agrees with my decision it must be the right one.

"I have a gift for you, a temporary one," he mutters, pulling away from me. "Since Shino and you decided to have a night wedding, I figured a little extra glow would be nice," Shibi tells me, throwing up a few hand signals.

Soft flapping fills the space, a small squirm of bugs following the command they were given. "What are you doing?" I ask, tilting my head backward, watching the bugs settle in a neat line along the hem of my veil.

"Watch," he orders, shifting his hand placement to send out another command.

The bugs shift their wings, a soft glow coming from them, decorating my veil with the soft yellow coloring. "Shibi!" I call in joy, lunging forward to catch him in a hug. "It's beautiful! Thank you."

"You're welcome," he utters, unclinging my arms from around him. Shibi isn't much of a touchy person, a trait his son inherited too. "After the ceremony, I'll need them back, of course."

"Of course," I echo, sending him another smile.

     He nods his head, letting his hands fall back down to his sides. "I should get seated before the ceremony begins. I look forward to seeing you walk down the aisle," Shibi mutters, nodding his head once more before he slips around the corner, heading into the crowd that's eagerly waiting for me to enter.

     I adjust my dress again, carefully toying with my veil so I don't hurt or knock off any of the lightening bugs clinging to it. I have a few moments of silence, giving my anxiety the chance to crawl into my rib cage again. After today, Shino and me will be bound together forever, until the end of our time.

     "There you are," my Sensei calls, pulling me out of my head. "I didn't know you were done getting ready yet." He mutters, adjusting the pin-comb that's holding my veil in place. "You look like an angel."

     "You don't look too bad yourself," I tease, glancing over Kakashi's put-together look. It's weird seeing my Sensei out of his usual outfit.

     He rolls his eyes, letting out a disapproving hum. Despite the small banter, Kakashi still leans forward, resting the side of his head against mine with his arms loosely wrapped around me. "The lightning bugs are a nice touch," he whispers, squeezing me before he tugs himself away.

"They're a temporary gift from Shibi."

"Well, I have a permanent gift for you. Just don't tell the others, they might get jealous."

"Ya?" I ask, watching Sensei dig through his pockets, the familiar sound of our training bells filling the air when he tugs them out of his pocket.

Kakashi hums again, giving me a rare masked and closed-eyed smile. "Naruto gave you his gift already, yes?" He asks, clinking the bells so they'll ring again.

"Yes, he did," I answer, lifting a layer of my dress to show off the handkerchief Naruto pinned to my dress.

He nods again, bending down so he can kneel on the ground. Kakashi works carefully, unlike my clumsy squad mate. Sensei moves slowly, unpinning the handkerchief and laying it on his knee so he can wrap his bells around the pin before pinning both items under my dress again. "There, now you'll have all three of us attached to you during the night."

"When did you get all gushy?" I tease, shaking my leg a bit. You can't hear the bells around the fabric but I can feel their imprint against me.

"When Naruto got married, and again now. I'm sure it'll happen again when Sakura and Sasuke get married too," Kakashi answers, straightening up before taking his spot next to me. "Are you ready to do this?" He asks, prompting his arm out toward me.

     "As ready as ever," I answer, clinging to the bend of his elbow.

     "That's my girl," he mutters, poking his head around the corner to send Sakura the signal that we're ready.

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Shino's hands cling to me for dear life, his social anxiety at an all-time high as he spins us in slow, small circles. His left-hand grips mine, his ring digging into my fingers, threatening to leave an imprint. His right-hand rests on my waist, clinging to the material of my dress. "I despise dancing," he mutters, focus flickering around the millions of eyes watching us have our first dance.

"I know."

"Everyone is watching us."

"I know."

"You are my wife now."

"You are my husband now," I echo, shifting forward, I loop my arms around his neck, laying his head on my shoulder. Shino gratefully takes the change, his arms tight around my waist and his nose buried into my neck.

We sway, still moving in slow circles around the dance floor. "I will not be dancing again tonight," he whispers into my neck, the feeling of his kikaichus exploring the new position, little legs tugging at the material of my dress.

"I know, I appreciate you doing this though."

"Of course, Ladybug."

Shino reluctantly pulls away from me as the song comes to an end, fresh tears raining on his face. "What's wrong?" I ask, hands jumping up to wipe away his tears before anyone else notices.

"Nothing, my dear," he answers, fingers wrapping around mine to pull them away from his face. "You... are perfect," he mutters, glancing around before quickly pressing a kiss to my fingertips. "Can we go sit now?"

"Yes we can," I murmur, smiling from ear to ear as my husband tugs me off the dance floor.

Cheers from the guests fill the room, a few of them jumping up from their spots to take up the dance floor as the next song starts. Kiba and Naruto are beaming from the head table, as are my bridesmaids; Sakura and Hinata. "Our baby is all grown up!" Kiba cheers, Hinata giggling and nodding in agreement.

"Be quiet," Shino mumbles, helping me into my chair before he sits down alongside me. Once we're situated, his hand messes with my dress, ruffling my layers in search of a small amount of skin on skin. "What's that?" He asks as his fingertips slide over the pinned presents from my squad mates, head tilting down to glance at the items.

"Bells from my Sensei and a handkerchief from Naruto," I answer, helping him move my dress out of the way.

He hums softly, fingertips digging into my knee as he clings to it. His thumb slides over my knee on repeat, a kikaichu or two crawling over his fingers, occasionally dipping down and crossing my knee. "You are perfect," he repeats, sending me a rare smile before turning to hell at Kiba again.

I smile to myself, soaking in the repeated compliment. "Well, Mrs. Aburame," Sakura teases, a huge smile on her face as well. "What does it feel like being officially married now?"

"Wonderful."

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Sakura and I belt out jumbled lyrics of the song playing, the liquor in our system commanding our dancing with both of our wet blankets of partners watching. Sasuke and Shino are sat near each other, both men's full attention on us as we dance. "What do you think they're thinking right now?" She asks, her arms dangling over my shoulders as we move in beat with each other.

"Well, knowing Sasuke he's probably talking himself out of killing me and Shino might have one or two more songs in him before he gets clingy again."

Sakura lets out a loud cackle, the alcohol chipping away the bubbly cute persona she tries to maintain. Her laughter only increased when Shino starts heading our way. "You're wrong about Sasuke but it seems you were right about Shino."

"Right about what?" My husband asks, impatience in his voice as he stands next to us, both of us still swaying to the music.

     "About you wanting my attention," I answer, pulling away from my friend to wrap Shino up in my arms.

     "That is not what I want," he mutters, staying still as I squeeze him in my hold. "I wish for us to go home. I would like some alone time with my wife," Shino airs out the last word like he can't comprehend being able to use it.

     "What kind of alone time?" I ask, sliding my hands up to toy with the ends of his hair, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

     "Just... alone time," he whispers, a hint of pink dust on his cheeks. "Should I have it announced that the ceremony is over?"

     "Have them announce the party is over in thirty minutes," I mutter back, letting my arms fall to his shoulders, leaning myself against my husband. I tip my head up, lips brushing against his ear as I speak. "If you can't wait thirty minutes I'd be more than happy to give you a little... support." I let a hum out, flickering my eyes down.

     Shino's face is full red now, mouth gapping a bit. "That is not... we cannot... Ladybug," he stutters, as flustered with my straightforwardness as ever. "I am... that is something I have been excited about today, but that... that is an at-home activity."

     "I know, I'm just teasing."

     He lets out a sigh of relief, gently pulling me off of him. "Your mind is lacking the elegance the rest of you possess."

     "I know."

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[hegoeshardasfuck]

i've got nothing to do and neither do you

wordcount: 1.3K

tags: orgasm control, heavy edging, light bondage, danger kink, sub Naruto, Anbu Reader, Hokage Naruto

synopsis: what's a little bit of sex between the Hokage and his most trusted Anbu anyways?

authors note: just realized i never ported this one over here (。_。) hope ya'll enjoy regardless and hey! kinktober starts tomorrow, i got a lot of fics to post about this blonde idiot so keep an eye out if thats ur jam

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58217035

Naruto keeps his wrists together behind the swivel chair of the office as you, his most faithful Anbu, inspect them. Just to make sure they'll stay put once tied together. You press in on the center of his palm and watch as fingers flex outwards. With a swift motion you lay his wrists on top of each other before sliding off your headband and tying well worn fabric around them.

"You do know that I have rope in my desk, right?" Naruto asked as you secured the knot. He shimmied his wrists and the tightness of it sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

You nod as you slide off your over-armour, "I know, I just have a preference for it over rope."

"Rope would be more secure than fabric," Naruto countered with.

"The headband won't leave rugburn," You stated firmly, reaching out to tilt Naruto's face away with a gloved hand to kiss at exposed neck.

He whimpers just a bit as your lips come into contact with his flesh, slowly repeating the motion. He let's you. He doesn't fight it at all. He could easily have you pinned and thoroughly fucked into the floor in a swift motion.

But he doesn't.

He let's you grip his throat and kiss the nape of his neck and tilt until it strains. Your fingers glide over the flesh and the bone and the veins and you can feel his breathing stutter under your fingers. You trace the markings on his face, one by one, he jolts and shudders under every hint of pressure on the markings. The only place that Kurama is visible on the outside, you wonder if fur is bristling very briefly.

You unbutton the cloak on his shoulders, popped collar jutting awkwardly into your neck. You tug it aside, exposing a clothed shoulder and gripping the collar of his shirt and going to tear it.

You falter, letting your nails dig into his collar bone.

"I have a spare," Naruto answered with, voice a little bit airy. He sounded impatient.

"Good," Was your hushed answer before clawing his shirt apart.

The shirt cuts down the seam under the stress of a clawed glove, poison tipped pinpricks always threaten his flesh. Yet he trusts you with his life just like that, like a good boy. He knows as well as you do that of you dare to sink in all ten poisoned claws it'll kill him, and he has faith you won't. You better not at least.

You kiss down his throat once more from his jawline and press further on towards his shoulder. A pause at his collar bone to add enough pressure for him to shiver. Then you continue, kissing down his shoulder and his upper arm. You would leave lipstick down to his wrist but he's restrained in such a fashion where it's too awkward to do so.

With metered motions you drum your fingers along his shoulder, trailing the back of your claws on sensitive skin. You circle him briefly, walking behind and staying there just long enough for him to come back to reality. Back to the fact that anyone could open up a window or open that door and see him. And as fast as worry hits him it evaporates because you're gripping his throat.

He yips at the suddenness of the motion, staring up at you with sharp eyes that indicate nothing but being a prey. Vulnerable. Weak. You could just, tear out his throat, and he can't do shit to stop you. You take one long breath to ease your grip off his neck, and lower it down to his chest. With an easy motion you catch your claw on the grain and rip through it, just a bit off center.

You swipe the paperwork his desk aside and take a seat before flaying the fabric like ribs, the viscerality of the response is similar enough at least. His back arches into the motion of a threatening touch. His breathing is heavy and somehow he's already rebounded back into that cocky smirk that won hearts.

The only way to wipe it off his face is to grab his head and jam your fingers in his mouth. You watch as he moans against the cool metal of poison daggers on your fingertips, because of course he gets off on the threat of death. He lets his jaw slacken as you tease the pressure of a deadly paralytic to the base of his fangs.

It's fucking rich, the fact he's seriously getting off on this. This must be like edging to him. It is like edging to him, a casual threat to his life with motions alone and tenderness to your lips against his skin. Yet you never once dared to touch below his waistline, where the markings of the seal lay.

Would it be sacrilege to touch there?

Time to find out.

With a fluid motion you slide off his desk and lay your hand on the seal. All five fingers, resting exactly where they should. The full body gasp and shudder and writhe it elicits is enough to make you think he came just from that alone. He stares down at you and you can't tell if it's spite or reverence on his dazed face.

The markings are darker, flared. His pupils are barely slit, so close to circle but off just a bit. That azure of his eyes is flickering with red and he's breathing heavy. You can see that his teeth are sharper and fangs are larger.

You file it away for later that touching the seal is all it takes for him to border on the feral state that the Nine Tails chakra puts him in. Retracting your hand you watch as he tries to breathe and lower himself back down. You don't let him do so though.

You nip and kiss at the tender skin of his marked abdomen, never on the marks but careful at the edges. He yips just a bit as you rest your hands at his hips to hold him in place and he can't lower himself back down again. Stimulus overbearing on his mind but not enough to push him over the edge, sages, its easy for him to forget that you're a cruel mistress.

He goes to grip your head but he stops dead in his tracks when he feels the bindings on the wrists. An unspoken promise that he's yours until they come off, even if that means him letting you touch his body everywhere but where he wants it. He could snap the bondage, he really could. But that's your fucking headband, your identifier of you being a shinobi, and now he understands why you like it over rope. His dumb moral code won't let him tear away your pride.

Your fingers reach for the hem of his pants briefly brushing the heel of your palm across his bulge. He writhes at the hint of friction, oh he's close alright. Your grin is muted but present. He really does get off on his life being threatened to the point he'd cum if you actually touched him with earnest.

He whimpers as you pry the zipper apart with claws, fully disassembling it. If he doesn't have a spare pair of pants he'll just have to hope he has a coat to tie around his waist on the walk of shame back. You undo the seam and slowly slide a hand around the circumference of his hips. The other hand reaches around under his thigh.

You press gently and he raises his hips and tries not to push back the chair too far. With a swift motion you have his pants down to his knees. You still don't touch, no, sages no, why would you do that and end the fun now?

It's been too long since you last did this to end it prematurely.

You slowly stand up, hands resting heavy on his thighs as you lean in. Mere inches away from his lips on your own, he's still biting back the ferality that sparked at a mere touch. You smirk, "We're gonna be here all night long."

"We better," Naruto answered with, and despite the haze on his brain he means it in earnest.

[twomiddlefingersforthehaters]

When Gaara approaches to attack Sasuke, Sakura stood up to Gaara to protect Sasuke. And she ended up pinned to the tree. But why didn't Naruto rush in to save her?

A similar thing happened in FOD,

When Orochimaru was about to attack Sasuke, Naruto's body moved on its own to save him.

Naruto felt angry and disappointed, and because Sasuke was acting like a coward he went into rage at the Forest of Death. That something even Orochimaru noticed, "when your emotions are heightened... the power of the nine-taiks overflows... "

Naruto's body did moved here on it's own to save Sasuke. But why couldn't he run to her to save her from Gaara's grasp? Why doesn't his nine-tale power overflow here like in FOD? If you say he likes her, then, why didn't he get into an extreme rage to save her? Where is his anger??

He's worrying about her but he still scared about Gaara. And he didn't know what to do.

Naruto was trying to summon Gamabunda, which required Kyuubi chakra to summon the toad. But he was unable to extract the Kyuubi chakra, so he failed to summon. But he was able to instantly take out the Kyuubi's chakra when Sasuke was in trouble.

Remember what Haku said, "When a person has something important to protect... That's when they can truly become strong"

"Don't know what I can do... But I'm gonna give it my best shot!"

As Naruto said, he gives it his best shot by only making 4 Kage Bunshins.

But when Sasuke says that Naruto was also his precious comrade and that he can save Sakura....all of a sudden he manages to make 1000+ Tajū Kage Bunshins compared to the mere 4 Kage Bunshins he made earlier to save Sakura.

"To protect someone important... Naruto becomes even stronger..!!!"

So, who is this 'someone' important to Naruto?? who is this 'someone' who always leads him to be stronger and more confident??? Yes, it's Sasuke. Because he is his driving force.

How Sasuke's words and actions affect him is nothing new. Similar thing happened in war arc,

In war arc, Obito taunts Naruto and asks him and everyone else to give up. Naruto almost break down and shredded tears when he saw Obito wipe out some of the alliance. Seeing Naruto was crying Sasuke just said 2 sentences with a tease and Naruto got fully charged. It shows how well Sasuke knows Naruto and how he can motivate him even after years of being apart.

[sunflowers-in-graves]

Narusasu Smut (first time writing a one shot like this so if it sucks… sorry)

Wanted a one shot with Naruto using his shadow clones on Sasuke…

Next thing I knew, I was kissing Naruto, again, and this time it wasn’t an accident. I don’t know what got into me but he was arguing with me about him being stronger and he could do anything he wanted to me. As he was shouting at me, I was focused on his lips. Those pink soft lips that never tend to shut up. The only thing I could think of, was to kiss him. I leaned in and his eyes widened at the surprise but then he started to deepen the kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer. I could feel him growing harder the more he kissed me. All of sudden there was someone else kissing on my neck but my lips were still attached to Naruto. I look over and see another Naruto. Oh god, this fucker summoned a clone. Two Naruto’s touching and kissing me. The ache in my stomach grew. I couldn’t help but feel myself grow harder as both Narutos had me pinned to the wall. I’ve never felt such intense feelings. Naruto started to kiss down my body where he started to unbutton my pants, leaving me vulnerable. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he smirked up at me, holding my hard on, his soft hands going up and down. While he had me in his hands, his clone had me pinned by my neck against the wall. I looked down at Naruto as he had me in his mouth. I couldn’t hold in my moan as he started sucking

“Oh god, Naruto.”

He looked up at me and I couldn’t help but lock this in my memory, those blue eyes, him smiling as he went down on me, locking his eyes with mine. Oh fuck. I could feel the heat in my lower abdomen growing intensely. My body was thrusting to the rhythm of Narutos mouth. I knew I was about to cum but he stopped before I bursted. The clone and Naruto grabbed my hands and led me to the bed. Narutos clone began kissing me and pushed me onto Naruto who was sitting on the bed. He grabbed me by the throat and gently pulled me back to kiss him.

“How much do you want me, Sasuke?” He whispered in my ear.

I could feel him growing more underneath me as I thrusted on his lap.

His clone had me in his mouth and Naruto had me by the throat as he shoved one finger inside me. Teasing for what was about to come. I mistakenly let out a moan as he put a 2nd finger in. As he widened my hole, I could feel him growing weak to each moan, wanting me more and more. As he got closer his shadow clone disappeared and Naruto shoved me down on the bed backside exposed. He had me by my arms, his strength definitely beating me at this point. He had me weak to the knees wanting more. Wanting release from the tension burning in my abdomen.

“I’m gonna take this slow so I don’t hurt you”

I felt wetness on his fingers as he went in and out of me. Next thing I knew I was being pushed onto the bed feeling Naruto inside me. His moans sent a sensation down my stomach. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. He grabbed my hair bring me up as he thrusted harder. This time he added two shadow clones, both kissing my abs, one going further down and the other coming up to kiss me.

“Fuck, Naruto” I moaned

The tingling coming at full speed, my legs getting weary, my body starting to shake with every touch and every thrust. One clone had me in his mouth, the other making out with me while Naruto had his hands around me throat. My moans getting louder.

“Hold it Sasuke, I’m almost there too.”

As Naruto thrusted harder his shadow clones disappeared and we both came, kind of making a mess on the bed. We crashed, lying down, both exposed. My legs still shaking from the aftermath. Naruto came closer and kissed my forehead.

“Told you I was stronger, obviously I can make you weak” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, “whatever, loser.”

[bythenineshards]

First art of my Naruto oc Shiori Ito! Art done fabulously by @skykashi

You truly did a fantastic job bringing her to life. Thank you so much!

I'm only part way through Shippuden. Things in this lore could change as I continue through the anime. I know some stuff that happens but don't quite know when. This is just what I have so far.

Placing a cut here so this novel doesn't bog down anyone's feed. Under it is her lore if you wanna read it.

There's some darker stuff in how she got her scars and mention of her mother struggling with infertility. So be aware of that.

Shiori comes from a clan that is dying out. She and her father, Kenshin Ito, might be the only remaining blood members of the family.

Her father adored his wife. She was the light of his life but she struggled to conceive and carry children. After trying for a long time, she was finally able to have a single baby, Shiori. The pregnancy was extremely difficult and they were told to go through this again may result in the mother dying. Her father was not exactly thrilled that his one child was a girl but didn't want to lose his wife.

You see, the notoriety of the clan had died out with the other members. So if Shiori were to marry, they had no real leverage to request that the man take their name. Their only bargaining chip was their Kekkei Genkai. But even that probably wouldn't be enough. So her father was just going to have to be content with the family he had and accept that he and Shiori would be the last of their clan and the power would pass to a new name if she married.

Yeah... he couldn't. For the first few years, he tried. He really did. But the idea of his daughter marrying and their name disappearing and their power being given to another man's name bothered him. It bothered him so much that in his anger of being the man to let the Ito clan pass to unworthy hands, he decided that it was best for it to die with them now rather than be muddied. Yay.

One day, he took Shiori out for training. He'd started to show her how to use their Kekkei Genkai recently. The power itself is a poison release where they can take poisons out of plants around them and crystallize them into darts. She thought nothing of it and she was also a child who trusted her father. Instead of starting to train, he pinned her to the ground and was going to drive a blade through her heart then do the same to himself. What stopped him was realizing that killing Shiori would devastate his wife. She'd been through so much heartache trying to have a child that he'd be robbing her of that happiness. He then came to the realization that he only needed to make her hideous enough so that no man would want her. He took the blade to her face and began to cut it up. Telling her that no one would want her if she was a disfigured monster (not those words exactly but that's the gist).

Shiori fought back and tried to escape but being that she was little, only incurred defensive cuts on her hands and arms. Mama Ito heard her screams from the garden and instantly came running. Coming upon the scene of her husband disfiguring her baby. Without hesitation, she struck him with the small shovel she was holding until he passed out or died. They don't know which. He fell limp and Mama Ito scooped up Shiori, got what little she could carry and the two left for the village hidden in the leaves. There, they would start over unsure if her father had survived. Mama Ito works in Ino's family's flower shop.

Upon arriving, Shiori noticed instantly that people stared at her. At first she understood it was concern but some of the children poked fun at her and that mixed with the concern and her father's words, she began to see herself as a hideous monster. Her mother got her a mask to wear. Painting some of her favorite flowers on the surface. She wanted Shiori to see herself how she saw her. Mama Ito intended the mask to be a thing to help her only until the cuts healed to scars. It became a twenty year thing. In fact, after the first few days in the village, no one has seen Shiori without a mask in public. It just sorta became the norm. Despite her mother's best attempts, Shiori still sees her face as being unpleasant and hard to look at.

Now, when she was a child but after she started to wear the mask, she met Guy. Despite wearing the mask, some of the village boys would pick on her and push her around. Guy wasn't having any of this. Challenging the boys to a fight and promptly getting his ass kicked. Shiori would visit him in the hospital and brought him flowers. He'd get in fights with the same boys over her multiple times and each time she'd visit him in the hospital and bring him flowers. Always the same ones. Lavender, Verbena and Jasmine for healing, daisies for gratitude and a single red rose. She was smitten.

For years, throughout their training, he'd cheer her on and she'd do so for him quietly. She grew up to be a soft spoken person. Every time she thought about telling Guy how she felt, she imagined taking off her mask and seeing him shrink back in disgust. So she would just stay put. She was assigned a trio and went through the normal training. Due to her Kekkei Genkai and skill as a Shinobi, she was brought into the ANBU Black Ops pretty early. She was sent on missions with Kakashi a few times. They bonded despite both being reserved and enjoyed working together. He noticed her interest in Guy right away. On their first mission together, she was quiet but super professional and extremely good at what she does. But the moment they returned and Guy would challenge Kakashi and greet her, she was a bumbling mess.

At the time of Naruto, she was selected by the 3rd Hokage and works directly with him (and later Tsunade). Both find her gentle nature in spite of the darkness caused by her trauma to be trustworthy and neither fear she would doublecross them. Otherwise she does normal ranked missions. She and Kakashi are friends and both are fans of the Make-Out Tactics and Make-Out Paradise books.

Shiori has an affinity for animal companions. A favorite headcanon of mine is summons are just naturally drawn to her. She has her own summon, a mouse called Akko (might change it later).

Shiori and Guy end up together in a rather humorous way. Due to her worry that Guy would find her face disgusting, Shiori planned to keep her feelings to herself and just hope whomever he picked would love him the way he deserved to be loved. She also thought that Guy had worked so hard for everything he had so he deserved to have a partner that wasn't a challenge to love. Fate, or rather a misunderstanding by Rock Lee had other plans.

Lee overhears Shiori's friends poking lighthearted fun at her crush on a certain green jumpsuit and thought they were referring to him. He asks Guy what to do without telling him that it was Shiori. Guy's advice is to be forthright with her. Lee asks Guy to come with him for support. Lee then approaches Shiori and very loudly proclaims that he's flattered but his heart belongs to Sakura. Guy, deeply confused, asks Lee to paint him a clearer picture of the situation. Lee explains what he overheard (green jumpsuit, bowl cut, power of youth) and Guy is flabbergasted. He had no idea that Shiori felt that way about him. He poses the alternative of it being him and not Lee. Lee does see how this makes more sense and wants to apologize but Shiori has already fled. Begging Lady Tsunade to send her on a mission before she has to face this.

Guy comes looking for her to talk about what Lee had overheard. It all comes out then. She admits to her longstanding crush, she reveals her scarred face to him and they decide to explore this. Guy isn't offput by her facial scars in the least. He actually finds the scars to be very beautiful. He thinks she should stop wearing the mask. The scars are a testament to her resilience and accomplishment in suffering and coming out kind despite it. It takes a long time but eventually she gains the courage to go without the mask.

I do plan for her to face her father in the future. He'd come to Konoha but I'm not sure when or what he's been doing this whole time. Guy is extremely ready to fight him though.

But that's what I got so far...

(Besides the Jiraiya lore 😏)

[socra-time]

Naruto Episode Comments, Ep. 1-20

(Context: I know a lot of the character’s names and some of the big plot points, but I’m going in blind otherwise)

Ep 1:

-Naruto is kinda annoying but also he’s just a lil gremlin and I can respect that

-I kinda love Iruka. Also he’s hot.

-”Clone jutsu? That’s my worst jutsu!” says Naruto, known for his Shadow Clone jutsu

-there’s just something so charming about the old anime style (but also some of the expressions are so goofy)

-HOLY SHIT IRUKA IS A REAL ONE

-I don’t trust the Hokage. I don’t really have a concrete reason for this yet, but his vibes are off

-oooh Irukaaaaa you’re so sexy for not being an asshole to the traumatized child

-oh I guess Shadow Clone jutsu is different from regular clones so disregard my earlier comment

-honestly this was a better first episode than I was expecting. I’m sold!

Ep 2:

-Naruto continues to be a lil gremlin

-Naruto pls for the love of god stop using your stupid ass “sexy jutsu”

-the Hokage really has had enough of these little kids and honestly I can’t even blame him

-I love the voice of Konohamaru’s trainer (I’m watching dub btw), it’s so pompous

-I love the ninja sandals. I want a pair.

-I like that Naruto’s voice actually sounds childish. It’s a tad bit grating sometimes but I think I’ll get used to it quickly

-STOP IT WITH THE SEXY JUTSU

-STOPPPPPP

-anyways #KonohamaruForHokage

Ep 3:

-again, the ninja sandals are so fucking drippy

-Ino wtf is up with your outfit. Why is half of it bandages

-the amount of sheer passive-aggressiveness in these 12 year old girls-

-Naruto has a crush on Sakura at first???? I didn’t know that lol

-Sasuke does not give a singular shit about anything other than his brooding and tbh I didn’t expect anything less

-Sakura’s little inner monologue is so feral lmao

-I don’t like Sasuke’s voice so far. It’s monotone, but not in an edgy way, just in a kinda dull way? Also he doesn’t really sound like a kid

-no hate to Shikamaru but his ponytail looks painful. My scalp hurts just looking at it

-oh my god not Sakura ragging on Naruto for being an orphan-

-lmao the amount of fucking drama with this team of kids is crazy

-why are the Hokage and Kakashi just casually breaking into Naruto’s home to look around

-rip Naruto’s bowels

Ep 4:

-I was not expecting Kakashi to sound like that but I’m kinda here for it actually

-oh I can already tell I’m gonna hate how the female characters are written in this show. Sakura honey I’m so sorry

-I know Sasuke’s got trauma or whatever but god he’s so fucking edgy. “I hate most things and I don’t like anything” bitch just say your favorite food or something

-oh my god Naruto is so tiny compared to Kakashi

-ok I already see why people love Kakashi so much

Ep 5:

-Kakashi is raining hell down on these children and I’m so here for it

-Kakashi is so COOL

-fucking “HEADHUNTER JUTSU” is the most metal name for a jutsu

-“you think like little kids” says Kakashi to the 12 year olds

-Kakashi really didn’t need to give his “you failed” monologue while pinning Sasuke to the ground. Bro was just doing it to assert dominance lmao

-I know that Sasuke’s reasoning for sharing is logical and not because he cares about Naruto, but I like that he offers his food to Naruto first

-aw the squad is starting to squad just a teeny tiny bit

Ep 6:

-booooo Naruto is a cat hater :(

-I love that Naruto is shorter than Sakura

-I like that we get some worldbuilding early on (also I’m a sucker for a good map so the scene explaining the different regions was cool)

-okay Sasuke is a badass

-Kakashi is also a badass but I already knew that

-I love how chill Kakashi is about literally everything

Ep 7:

-Kakashi is so over the bridge builder guy’s bullshit

-I do wish there was more of a sense of scale regarding how far apart the different locations are, since I have no idea how far away from Konoha the Land of Waves actually is

-okay I was NOT expecting Zabuza to fucking THROW HIS GIANT CLOUD STRIFE SWORD LIKE A BOOMERANG???

-Zabuza 🤝 Kakashi

not wearing their headbands correctly

-I like Zabuza’s voice

-the sharingan doesn’t make that much sense to me in terms of how it works but I’ll just chalk it up to anime logic

EP 8:

-oh the Water Prison jutsu is kinda terrifying to think about

-I can’t get over Zabuza’s fuckin armwarmer thingies

-ah yes gotta love the choppy old anime fight animation

-between Kakashi and Zabuza, Sasuke really cannot get a break from being pinned to the ground

-the demon wind shuriken is so sick-looking

-okay good on Naruto and Sasuke for working together but couldn’t they have given Sakura something to do

Ep 9:

-binging this makes the flashbacks at the beginning of episodes very annoying

-oh Kakashi is fucking PISSED

-shoutout to whoever animated all the hand signs for the jutsus holy shit

-yeah Kakashi would be so annoying to fight ngl

-Sakura is constantly calling Naruto out on his bullshit and that’s the kind of hater behavior I’m here for

-the soundtrack is hitting different this episode

-wow Naruto really saw another kid kill a man and got immediate imposter syndrome lmao

Ep 10:

-I like Haku’s painted nails

-aw Kakashi is actually a really encouraging teacher

-how is Naruto so bad with chakra control and yet was able to master Shadow Clone jutsu????

-Kakashi casually defying gravity to walk up a tree with his crutches was actually kinda hilarious to me for some reason

-I’m still not sold on Sasuke’s voice. There are moments when it’s fine but otherwise it’s just so stiff

-YAY FOR SAKURA GETTING A WIN OVER THE BOYS

-aw Naruto encouraging Sakura was cute (even though he was salty about her beating him)

-I like the difference that’s set up between having a lot of chakra (like Naruto) versus good chakra control (like Sakura)- hopefully this means people are going to go about how they train and fight differently

-Naruto asking Sakura for advice and asking her not to tell Sasuke anything was actually kinda endearing lol

Ep 11:

-dumb question maybe but if Gato is so against the bridge being built and he has the resources to hire a bunch of goons, why doesn’t he just bomb the bridge or something

-ah yes Sakura discovers poverty

-Sasuke is slowly growing on me. He’s very awkward

-Sakura I’m so sorry you have to deal with those two idiots as teammates

-holy fuck Inari’s backstory with Kaiza was darker than I thought it would be

-also rip Kaiza you were a real one

Ep 12:

-lmao not Naruto thinking Haku is prettier than Sakura fjfhshhajasisa-

-aw Sasuke helping Naruto walk home after training was nice, there’s definitely very slight development happening in their relationship as rivals

-Kakashi’s talk with Inari was a really nice moment

Ep 13:

-I like the way Haku talks. It’s very impassive and mysterious

-I’m always a fan of when the MC inspires literally everyone around them and Naruto is no exception

-Haku’s painted nails continue to slay (also I realized his toenails are painted too)

-the needles Haku fights with are really cool-looking but also seem really impractical

-YEAHHHHH NARUTO TIME

-aw Kakashi is proud of his kids

-goddamn Haku is so cool

Ep 14:

-I’m only thinking about this now but did Naruto never wonder why he had a big seal on his stomach

-literally half this episode was recap which was kinda annoying

-Naruto I love you but you’re so stupid

Ep 15:

-I really wish they gave Sakura more to do in this fight. I get that Kakashi’s the only one who can take Zabuza and that we need to see Naruto and Sasuke fighting together, but Sakura is kinda just standing there the whole time

-Haku needs to go to therapy ASAP

-I’m still confused about how Kakashi’s sharingan works tbh

Ep 16:

-aw yeah baby Sasuke sharingan time

-aw yeahhhh Sasuke saving Naruto

-god fucking dammit I think Sasuke is my favorite Team 7 member and I hate that for me

-oh boy Naruto is about to go apeshit

-also there is no way in hell anyone watching this actually believed Sasuke died

Ep 17:

-geez the animation quality really went up this episode

-yeah Haku’s backstory is just as tragic as I thought it would be but also Jesus Christ his relationship with Zabuza is so fucked up

-I’m very curious as to why Kakashi has the sharingan if it’s a bloodline trait of the Uchiha clan (and also why he only has it in one eye)

-Kakashi summoning fucking dogs was so random but also hell yeah doggies

-andddd Kakashi’s a lightningbender? I thought the sharingan was his main thing but apparently not

-Haku PLEASE go to therapy

Ep 18:

-this show’s soundtrack has actually been so good so far

-so like was Naruto actually gonna kill Haku before Haku stopped him

-oh FUCK rip Haku (also first real-time death of the series!)

-Kakashi closing Haku’s eyes and saving his body was nice, you can tell that he feels bad about him dying even though he was on Zabuza’s side

-also they didn’t hold back on the blood, goddamn

-I like that the bridge builder seems to have a bit of a soft spot for Sakura since she’s been with him the most

Ep 19:

-Gato is literally so fucking disgusting I need him dead ASAP

-Kakashi wrangling Naruto back from attacking Gato was kinda funny

-ah yes the big Shonen Protagonist Speech™ from Naruto

-Zabuza’s last hurrah was fucking epic, I really like how his and Haku’s story ended (also the line “where he’s going, I cannot follow” about Zabuza joining Haku in the afterlife was metal). I like that Zabuza got a last moment of humanization

-aw Naruto is such a wholesome, determined lil guy

-oh Naruto is gonna be so insufferable when he finds out the bridge is named after him

Ep 20:

-HELL YEAH CHUNIN EXAM TIMEEEE IM SO EXCITED

-wow Naruto is really out here fantasizing about being Sasuke’s knight in shining armor

-Sasuke is a cocky little shit but also he’s technically right about Naruto and Sakura being “worse” than him

-so far Sakura’s biggest fight has been her beating up fuckin Konohamaru

-SAND SIBLINGS SPOTTED!!!

-I don’t like Temari’s voice

[thewitchblue]

I loved the ice skater reader btwww

Could you do a Wally west x reader fem preferably 🙏🏼 

Could you make them super strong like Sakura from Naruto. Like Wally with Someone super strong is just 🥰 fr

And can she have super strength? the kind where she kicks the ground and a hole appears.

She’s a model and well model are kinda skinny? 

So she doesn’t even look like she could lift a baby without struggling. So like the Young Justice got kidnapped and Wally c call reader to come help him. And the young Justice is shocked. Because this skinny girl just came and saved them.

English is not my first language 😔 su sorry for spelling mistakes🙍🏻‍♀️

You didn't expect to get an emergency signal in the middle of a random Wednesday afternoon, but here you were; riding a motorcycle like hell is chasing you down and muttering curses. You just got off of a photoshoot, and you had to cancel the next one because of Wally.

If Wally isn't dead when you get there, you'll kill him yourself.

Your anger was so burning hot you didn't even notice the craters you left as you stormed to the warehouse.

You kicked the steel double door open in your anger, which immediately breaks and knocks out a guard with a loud crack.

All guns were immediately aimed at you, but your blood was singing a wrathful song at that moment. You were a hurricane tearing through guards like wheat.

How the hell did your idiot boyfriend get caught by these inadequate goons? Wally was probably dared by Tim to not use his superspeed for one mission.

Actually, almost definitely that was the case. Your boyfriend, as much as you love him, isn't the best fighter or the brightest. He knows this, and he's always been a tad self-conscious about it. He wasn't even the better fighter in his own relationship. There was no other way this dare could have gone differently.

You were as graceful as you were brutal. You practically floated through the battlefield, aiming fists that threw back multiple guards at the same time. You tossed people around like they were ragdolls and even used some of them like a hammer to take out more in one swipe.

The guns were broken before they could even fire. Your shockwave punches mixed with your superstrength crushed the guns like they were clay.

You held eye contact as you took the AK-47 out of the goon's hand and turned it to dust in front of them. You called out loudly,

"Either you all turn yourselves in, or you all get ripped to shreds. Your choice."

Most of them, unsurprisingly, chose to live. One of them even cut out the team on the way out.

Wally ran up to you after buying your favourite sweets and handing it to you with a grin. You sighed at his puppy-dog eyes.

"You are so lucky I could cancel my photoshoot and that I still fit in this stupid suit."

Aqualad recovered from the shock the fastest out of the entire team. Before you could continue to rail into him, he asked with crossed arms,

"Who is this?"

Wally gave you a kiss with a big, albeit awkward smile while rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He insisted on the suit when you found out he was Kid Flash. He wanted matching suits, but you told him you don't want to look like a mustard bottle and picked something else. He wrapped you in his arms and introduced you to the team,

"Guys, this is my girlfriend!"

You grumbled your displeasure at being introduced to the team under such dire circumstances.

"You are SO lucky I love you. I could and would have killed you otherwise. How did you even fall into their hands? These idiots were as tough as a wet paper towel."

Tim offered in a cheery tone,

"He made a bet and lost horribly."

You turned your glare from Wally to Tim. The kid seemed like the brains of the operation. If he's the one to hurt your Wally... Well, John Constantine would have a better fate than him.

"What's your excuse then?"

That caught Tim off guard. Your voice was silky, like a midnight caress. He vaguely recognises you, but he can't pin your face to a name or even where he found you. Was it at school? No, it couldn't be. Kon would never shut up about you. You are his type in every way. Did you meet at a gala? No, he knows everything about every rich socialite. He never came across you at any of the events he was at.

"My excuse? I was the one to warn him against it!"

The audacity Tim felt almost made you smile. Of course you know Tim. Who doesn't? The only brain to rival Bruce Wayne.

"If that's the case, how did you all get overwhelmed? Wally, no offence, isn't your get-out-of-jail-free card."

Tim agreed immediately to your amusement,

"Oh, no, that is Kon. He's our get-out-of-jail-free card."

Kon didn't look nearly as amused as you were. Wally was slightly offended, but he scored Kon's dream girl, so he didn't care too much.

Aqualad walked into the centre of the group and said,

"Nobody is a get-out-of-jail-free card. We all are important, and all are at fault."

You crossed your arms. Damn right, they are at fault. That photoshoot was important to you.

You look gorgeous even when furious. The cooling rage somehow complimented your eyes. Nobody quite comprehended the situation. You were so tiny yet so deadly. It was all shocking. Wally's SOS ace card was a tiny model? They wouldn't have believed you were at all able to fight if they didn't see you just demolish an entire warehouse full of guards. You look like you couldn't lift a twig, let alone 200 kilograms of muscle. Yet here you are, burning and devastating.

Your alarm went off before anything else could be said. Shit. You had a lunch date with an important client. You groaned while shutting off the alarm. Fine. You climbed back onto your motorcycle and said,

"Don't let there be a next time."

You sped off before anybody could offer for you to join the team or express their thankfulness. Wally watched with a dreamy expression.

"I have the hottest girlfriend."

[detectivestucks]

A Jealous Hokage XIV

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

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

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

Word Count: 7.7k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Part 13 New Here? Check out Part 1

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

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

“KAKASHI WE NEED TO TALK!”

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

“Y/N, what happened?!”

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

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

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

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

“She was attacked by the Stone!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Probably back by the Stone.”

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

“Fine.”

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

“You’re done going on missions.”

“Kakashi no!”

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

“I’m not going back to my desk!”

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

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

“NINE ninja, Y/N! Nine!”

“Kashi-”

“Lord Sixth!”’ he corrects.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve resigned, Shiho. I’m sorry.”

“Y/N are you alright?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You going to visit daddy today too?”

“Yes miss!”

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

“Okay Miss Yamanaka!”

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

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

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

All this craziness started a year ago. 

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

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

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

Was none of it real? 

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

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

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

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

“Obito?”

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

“Princess”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Obito…thank you.”

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

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

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

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

“You’d do anything?”

“Anything” he breathes into your neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Obito smiles into the kiss. 

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

“Yes” you pant, “need…more”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You droolin over my cock, Princess?”

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

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

“What was that?” he rasps

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

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

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

“Thank you sir”

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

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

“Gods damn, Princess. So fuckin tight” 

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

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

“Obito I-”

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

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

“Yes sir, thank you”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Obito I-I’m gonna-m’gonna…”

“Say it pretty girl. Use your words.”

“M’gonna cum!”

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

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

“Obiiiiiii” you scream

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

“Please!”

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

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

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

“Obi…thank…you.”

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

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

“Spread your cheeks.”

“Yes sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, there’s one in the back.”

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

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

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

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

“So where do we go from here?”

“I think for now, we go home.”

“Who’s home?”

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

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

“My pack is over there.”

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

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

“Sure Princess, what do you want?”

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

“Of course.”

“You like dumplings?”

“They’re my favorite.”

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

“I guess it is.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Obi!” you squeal. 

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

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

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

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

“Lies. There’s no chores.”

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

“Do we have to get up?”

“Yes Obi” you giggle again. 

Why is he so cute?

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

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

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

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

Obito felt his heart drop to his stomach. 

“You’re moving to the Sand?!”

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

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

“I can’t Obi. You know that.”

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

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

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

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

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

“It hasn’t stopped you before.”

“That was different.”

“Was it?”

“Yes Princess! It was!”

“Obito, what’s the big deal?!”

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

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

Obito goes quiet before he speaks again

“Am I ever going to be enough?”

“What?” You felt disarmed by his question

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

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

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

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

“Obito, I’m sorry!”

“We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Obito, please don’t leave.”

“Have a good day, Princess.”

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

“Obito, wait!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? Did something happen?”

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

“She what?!”

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

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

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

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

“You WHAT?!”

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

“It was a conflict of interest.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The elders shrink before Tsunade as they nod in agreement. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry, but why are you here?”

“To bring you back, of course?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

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

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

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

“I’m sure Sasuke is doing just fine.”

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

“Lady Tsunade...”

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

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

“You’ll be Department Head.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Say you’ll take it.”

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

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

“Yes ma’am”

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

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

You need to find Shiho and celebrate.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Part 15 Masterlist

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Our History's Tiresome (The Red Room pt.17) | As you begin coming to terms with your place in the world, you find that leaning on your new-found family doesn't have to be burdensome. In fact, it might be what all of you need to begin healing. (Marvel AU) – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Kakashi Hatake x Black Widow!Reader + Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Tsunade Senju, Danzo Shimura, Sai, Orochimaru, Itachi Uchiha

Warnings | female!reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort (yeah we're not getting.a happy-go-lucky chapter just bc its the last one), nightmares, mild body horror, blood

Word count | 6.8k

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"But will you return? I came looking for you. I want to go home."

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

You'd taken Kakashi's bed for granted before you were back between his sheets.

The Red Room's beds were certainly passable. They were small, lumpy futons spread in two rows across the floor of a room you shared with the other Widows. Still, it was more than nothing. At that point, you were grateful for what you'd been given.

But then you got a taste of real comfort. A bed stocked with blankets for cold nights and a pillow that was fluffy and full rather than flat and impossible to sleep on comfortably. You wondered how you’d ever slept on anything else.

When you went back to Orochimaru, you realized that you had taken the Red Room for granted. At that abandoned base, you were often left laying on the reclined chair that kept you locked in place with metal cuffs around your wrists, ankles, and neck. It was easier than moving you in the state that Orochimaru’s experiments often left you in at the end of each day.

Now, as you cracked your eyes open and took in the sight of Kakashi laying in front of you, you wondered if you'd ever be able to sleep peacefully anywhere else.

You're getting too soft, a voice whispered in your head, hiding in the shadows yet still petulantly refusing to vacate. Ignoring that voice's constant reprimands was becoming almost as easy as listening to them had been once.

You ran a finger over the curve of Kakashi's cheek and along his jawline with a featherlight touch, doing your best not to wake him. By the time your fingers reached his parted lips, the voice had gone quiet, seemingly just as entranced by the sight before it as you were.

You pulled your hand back when he shifted and let out a sigh before settling back into the same position. After a few seconds of stillness, he reached forward and wrapped gentle fingers around your wrist, tugged it forward and placed it back on his cheek. He sank back into the pillow below him with another contented sigh.

"G'morning," he mumbled, inching closer to you until you relented and met him halfway, letting him bury his face in your chest. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and you moved your hand so you could run your fingers through his hair. "Mm. That feels nice."

You chuckled, tugging at his hair until he pulled his face away from your neck and sleepily met your eyes. You felt your heartbeat pick up as you touched your forehead to his, then tilted your head to meet his lips. He leaned closer, propping himself on one elbow and sliding his fingers over the back of your neck. 

Your body felt hot despite the cool breeze coming in through the open window. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest in an embarrassing show of your feelings. He lifted himself over you, never pulling his lips from yours as he grabbed the hand that was still in his hair and pinned it below you.

His lips were relentless as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, pushing you further and further into the mattress. He seemed to get heavier on top of you with each moment that passed, and a spike of anxiety made you go rigid in his hold.

"Kakashi," you muttered into his lips, beginning to panic as you tried to move away from him, but there was nowhere for you to go, "hold on—"

He was quick to break the kiss, but he didn't pull his weight off of you. Instead, he stayed bent over you and slowly dragged his lips over your cheek until they reached the shell of your ear.

"Oh, little spider," a sickeningly familiar voice whispered, "what's wrong? I thought you'd gotten past these childish fears."

A chill shot through you at the feeling of cold lips brushing your ear. Fear was an icy knife between your ribs, twisting and digging deeper until you felt it embed itself in your heart. Its chill spread through your veins, paralyzing you and putting you at the mercy of the man hovering above you. You couldn't move your head to look at who it was, but you didn't need to. You knew too well who would be staring back at you—even dead, that voice was impossible to forget

"I killed you," you muttered, finally cracking your eyes open to meet his serpentine gaze. "You're dead."

Now that you had locked eyes with him, you were finding it impossible to look away. Blood was leaking between his eyes from the bullet hole on his forehead. It dripped down his nose and landed on your face like crimson teardrops. You felt sick and tried to move again, but it was like you were no longer in control of your body.

"You did," he responded evenly, no hint of anger in his voice despite what you'd done. He barely seemed to notice the blood, but it showed no signs of slowing, "but here I am."

You blinked away the blood that fell dangerously close to your eyes.

"Let me go," you demanded, finally regaining some control over your limbs as you began to fight against his hold on your hands. His hips were pinning you against the bed, and had he been real, you may have been able to throw him off. But here, you could barely move him at all. It was like he was anchored in place, not unwilling but unable to move off of you. 

Then he began to change. His eyes went blank and lifeless, and his head fell forward like someone had snapped the strings holding him up. His features started stripping away, leaving behind bare bone and muscle and tendon. You watched, horrified as the man on top of you fell apart before your eyes. His skin split and decayed, tearing itself apart so that new features could grow where the old ones dissolved. His eyes rolled, yellow irises and slit pupils suddenly disappearing. Familiar brown eyes rolled back into place, though they stared down at you with the same coldness as Orochimaru’s had. Now it was Kakashi staring down at you, but a different Kakashi than before. This one was a very familiar lie. 

Your defenses were immediately raised high. You wouldn’t fall for this trick again.

"You're not real."

You spoke the words like a prayer, still held against the bed despite your best efforts to pull your hands from his tightening grip.

"Let me go," you repeated through grit teeth, though you felt paralyzed beneath him once again. The sudden strength that had found you in your desperation to escape seeped from your pores, leaving you helpless and completely at his mercy.

"Why?" he asked calmly, though his voice sounded...wrong. It was distorted and off, like he hadn't quite figured out how to perfectly imitate Kakashi's inflection, "I thought you wanted me."

"Not you," you said, almost hysterical. A laugh bubbled from your throat. You might have finally gone insane. But even if you had, you would not let yourself be tricked. Not again, "you're not him."

He seemed to study you for a moment. The only sound in the room was your panicked breathing, but he only stared until he finally seemed to come to some sort of conclusion.

"Someone real," he said calmly, his face beginning to melt away again, "and someone living."

Kakashi's face began to crack and decay just like Orochimaru's had. You closed your eyes, but you still heard the sickening shifts of bones as his features shifted into a new face. When you opened them, new skin was crawling up his face. He heaved in a long, deep breath through his nose once the skin had fully formed around it, then met your gaze for a third time.

"Maybe this will be up to your standard, then."

Staring down at you now was Itachi Uchiha. Your breath halted, fear gripping you in a way that it hadn't before. This was a monster you had no idea how to defeat. A man who was still a complete and utter mystery to you.

He was with the Akatsuki, which made him a very real threat to the people you wanted to protect.

"You're meant to be the very best that HYDRA has to offer," he said coldly, narrowed eyes hard as steel. You choked, panic clawing up your throat, "and look at you. What a waste."

He released the tight grip he had on your wrists and wrapped his fingers around your throat, squeezing with so much strength that you wondered if he truly wanted to kill you.

Perhaps he regretted leaving you alive, and now he’d come to correct his mistake.

Despite their freedom, your arms were still locked in place above your head. It felt as if the weight of hands holding them down had never left, but you knew that it was nothing but pure terror keeping you from moving.

Itachi squeezed your throat harder, pressing all of his weight down until your vision began to blur. All the while, his dark eyes watched you with a gleam of satisfaction.

“Don’t you just want it to be over?” he asked calmly. “Don’t you want to wake up?” 

You choked on a reply, survival instincts kicking in just enough that you could move to grip his wrists, desperately trying to pry them from your throat. 

“I said,” he boomed, voice inhumanly loud. You released his wrists and lifted your hands up to cover your ears. “wake up!” 

You sat up with a gasp, lashing out at the body in front of you. They stepped back with a grunt, and you quickly felt around your neck to take in the damage. 

There was nothing. Not even any pain when you pressed against where bruises should have been forming. With a dreadful feeling of clarity, you looked up at the person you’d shoved away.

Genma did not look very enthused to be seeing you again, but he was good enough to give you a moment to catch your breath. You blinked, looking down at the small futon below you. It wasn’t lumpy like the ones in the Red Room, but it didn’t compare to the comforts of Kakashi’s room. 

“What?” you asked, far harsher than you’d intended. Genma narrowed his eyes.

“The Director is waiting for you outside,” he grumbled, eyeing you as you attempted to compose yourself. You ran a hand over your face, trying to scrub away the image of Kakashi’s face peeling away and the feeling of fingers squeezing your neck. Genma’s patience lasted all of ten seconds.

“Let’s go,” he snapped, already turning from where you were beginning to stand and striding towards the door to the cell block. You threw your blanket to the side and pulled on your shoes as you stumbled down the hall, hopping on one foot so you could shove the other into your boot. By the time Genma opened the door, you’d managed to fit two unlaced shoes on the correct feet. You probably looked about as shaken up as you felt, but when the door opened to reveal Tsunade standing patiently on the other side, you figured she wouldn't question your disheveled state.

You grew just a bit fonder of her when she barely gave you a once over before turning away from you and striding down the hall away from the cell block.

“Good news,” she said, though there was little enthusiasm on her face. “You’re not my prisoner anymore.”

"I want you all to stay calm when I tell you this."

Naruto was practically vibrating. Sakura was leaning so far forward that Kakashi thought she would tip over. Even Sasuke was looking at him with eager curiosity. They all knew what this was about—there was no other news that he would have announced with so much caution and ceremony. He'd gathered the three of them in a small conference room, summoning them for a private conversation for the first time since they'd arrived. Kakashi had felt too guilty to do so before, and the air of anger and depression they'd been sitting in would have been hard to breach with anything other than the news he was bringing them now.

"C'mon, Kakashi-Sensei," Sakura groaned, taking an eager step forward, "is she out? Did Tsunade-Sensei let her go?"

"About time," Sasuke grumbled.

Kakashi sighed at their presumption—it was a bad habit that they'd eventually need to break as they climbed SHIELD's ranks, though it felt slightly redundant to say this when they were correct.

"Yes," Kakashi said calmly, "she's out. But there are conditions to—"

Kakashi was very quickly drowned out by Naruto's triumphant shout, coupled with Sakura's whooping and laughing. Naruto pulled her and a barely-smiling Sasuke into a hug, letting out happy giggles as he squeezed the two as if they'd freed you themselves.

Kakashi paused, letting the celebration run its course before he let them down easy with the less-exciting news. It was true that you were no longer trapped in a cell while SHIELD deliberated your fate. But you hadn't gone through a trial yet. You were still under strict supervision from SHIELD, and you weren't going to begin any training—let alone start going on missions—until you'd been given level-one clearance.

His fear was that Danzo would make the process as long as possible, giving you far more hoops to jump through than was fair. He let out a long, labored exhale at the thought as Naruto continued to celebrate, dragging an equally-excited Sakura and a reluctant, grumbling Sasuke into the mix.

"Can we see her?" Sakura asked suddenly, wide-eyes trained on him once again. The others paused as well, looking at him expectantly "You told us that she remembers everything—that means we can be around her again, doesn't it?"

"It does," he said he nodded, "but there are still going to be–"

"Finally," Sasuke said at the same time that Naruto let out another, somehow louder celebratory shout. Kakashi closed his eyes, head tilting back as another round of chatter began. Even Sasuke was beginning to get more excited, participating in eager conversation with Sakura and Naruto.

"I was starting to think of breaking her out! Good thing they freed her or they would've been in for a big surprise! Believe it!"

"That would've made things worse, stupid!" Sakura told him, though her grin didn't budge, "but it doesn't matter! I knew Tsunade-sensei would come through!"

Kakashi sighed again, louder and far more laboured than the previous one. He hoped that Tsunade hadn't heard that little confession from the other side of the door. Sasuke glanced at him, a gleam of suspicion in his eyes.

"What is it?" he asked hesitantly, eyeing Kakashi as if he was going to put you back in a cell himself, "is there something else?"

Kakashi felt his eye twitch.

"How intuitive of you," he grumbled, "Tsunade has been negotiating with Danzo and the council about the possibility of recruiting Y/N. Once her trial is over—assuming it goes well for us—she'll go through a period of heavily supervised missions and training.

"Danzo also wants to have an agent of his choosing overseeing her at all times for the foreseeable future. I assume he's going to try and build a case against her with anything his agent can gather, so we'll have to be careful. Even if there's nothing suspicious going on, I'm sure Danzo will try and twist things in his favor."

All three nodded. They knew how Danzo operated—most in SHIELD did. It was an open secret that the man's tactics were questionable, but he had never broken any laws or SHIELD regulations.

None that Kakashi could prove, at least.

"That's not fair!" Naruto insisted, "She's already proven herself plenty. She saved Sakura!"

"She's proven herself to us, but that doesn't hold much weight for the rest of SHIELD," Kakashi corrected. He knew, objectively, that asking SHIELD to accept you unquestionably was unreasonable. Had it been anyone else, he would've been appalled at the mere suggestion of it.

But it wasn't anyone else.

"And she wasn't just HYDRA—she was a Black Widow. She was raised by someone who betrayed SHIELD, and everyone knows it. People are bound to be suspicious."

He glanced at Sasuke pointedly, but the boy was quick to avert his eyes.

"Can we see her?"

The anger had drained from Sakura's voice—all that was left was quiet hope. Now she just looked tired and desperate to see you. Kakashi understood the feeling all too well.

Kakashi reached up and rapped his knuckle on the door behind him. It opened almost immediately, and Tsunade poked her head in to scrutinize the room's occupants before stepping to the side.

Sakura's gasp was nearly drowned out by another, somehow louder shout from Naruto. Kakashi barely had time to move out of the way before the two were barreling towards you. Sakura reached you first, arms wrapping tightly around your waist like she could keep you anchored at her side through sheer willpower. Naruto followed after her, gathering you and Sakura up in his arms with a gleeful laugh.

"You're okay," Sakura muttered into your shoulder, repeating the words over and over like a prayer.

You smiled, pulling both Sakura and Naruto further into your chest and nodding against Sakura's hair.

"I'm okay."

Kakashi saw your fight to keep tears from falling and took a step towards you, reaching a hand up to the small of your back and brushing a thumb over your spine. You let out a shaking sigh, relaxing into Sakura and Naruto as if finally accepting that this was reality.

You glanced up at Sasuke, who was staring at the floor rather than watching the display in front of him. Kakashi could see his clenched fists trembling.

You slid past Sakura and Naruto and placed a hand in Sasuke's hair, ruffling it with unconcealed affection. He glanced up at you, arms still firmly at his sides, but he didn't resist when you pulled him into a hug. He stared ahead, eyes wide and arms held in front of him like any move he made would make you back away. He blinked once, then very hesitantly returned your hug.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, voice cracking on the word.

Sasuke pulled away, confusion just barely gleaming through the flurry of emotions on his face.

"Why?"

Before you could answer, Tsunade cleared her throat. You went silent, turning towards her with a straight back and a hard expression.

"I've spoken with Danzo," she said after a pause, "and we've come to a compromise."

Kakashi glanced at you, trying to discern whether you'd been told about this development before you came in. Your face was blank, similar to how it had looked when you lost your memories. He had to remind himself that you did not see Tsunade the same way he did. She was your superior, and that meant something very different to you than it did to the rest of SHIELD.

"This morning, Danzo introduced me to one of his students—Sai Yamanaka. That is who he would like to have supervise Y/N during her probationary period. He will accompany her on and off missions."

"A glorified babysitter," Sasuke grumbled, face souring, "what a great use of our agents."

"Sasuke..." Kakashi warned, though he wasn't particularly pleased by this development either. To have supervision while on missions was perfectly reasonable, but off missions?

"Well he sure as hell isn't going to live with us!"

"Of course not," Tsunade said, "he'll be living in the dormitories on SHIELD headquarters, same as Y/N."

"What?"

"No way!"

"Tsunade-sensei, that's ridiculous–"

Tsunade did not look impressed as the three trainees began to shout over one another. You glanced at them, and Kakashi saw the smile you were trying to fight off your face.

"This is non-negotiable," Tsunade said sternly, "and you all should know better than to think she can live with you. For at least the next year, she'll be under heavy supervision. That's how things have to be if you want her to stay. I wanted you all to be able to see one another now. It might be one of the last times you can spend time together without supervision for a long time."

Kakashi closed his eyes, chest sinking. The situation was getting further and further from his control. Realistically, he knew that things would be taken to an extreme. His judgement was clouded—this was nothing more than protocal. Tsunade had no reason to trust you beyond his word and the fact that you'd helped her agents, but you were still a former Black Widow. In fact, this was far better than what his best-case scenario had been.

But his chest still ached at the thought of how long it could be before he got time like this with you again. He met your eyes for a split second, but your attention was quickly taken up when Sakura and Naruto began talking over one another again.

You glanced at Kakashi again after another moment, studying his expression the same way he had been studying yours. When you met his eyes, you blinked, anxiety clearing from your expression as a steady calm took over. He took in a deep breath, as if you'd passed your renewed serenity to him.

"I'll be outside—I technically can't leave you alone unsupervised," Tsunade continued, glancing at Kakashi pointedly. He shrugged and Tsunade turned her attention back towards you, "so if anything goes wrong, make sure it happens loud enough for me to hear. You've got twenty minutes."

You gave her a nod, and she slipped from the room, shutting it quietly behind her. Kakashi heard her footsteps stop a short ways down the hall, and then silence fell.

You took in a slow, deep breath, shoulders slumping as the tension melted from your body.

"This isn't fair," Naruto grumbled. You sighed, placing a hand on his head and smiling when he glanced up at you.

"It's more than fair," you corrected, "and it could be a lot worse. Tsunade has bent a lot of rules to keep me here."

"Yeah, but...you haven't done anything wrong!"

You grimaced, glancing at Kakashi. He returned a small smile, hoping you remembered his words from the night prior.

In his eyes, you hadn't done anything wrong. The sins of your family were not yours to bare, and it was your grandparents who had sacrificed your agency when they gave you to Orochimaru. All that followed had been a product of cowardice and cruelty, but none of it had come from you. You had only done what you needed to in order to survive.

"You seem pretty sure of that," you muttered, resting your chin on top of Naruto's head with a sigh. The boy squeezed you tighter, nearly lifting his feet off the floor in his excitement.

"Of course I am," Naruto said strongly, pulling away from you and taking you by the shoulders, looking into your eyes with a rare intensity, "and I don't care what anyone says. They don't know you, so I'll keep telling them until they believe me!"

Surprise briefly flashed across your expression before a cool smile took its place.

"Naruto, you don't have to do that. You were suspicious of me at first too, remember?"

Naruto opened his mouth to retort, then closed it slowly, brows furrowed and frown deepening.

"Yeah, but...but that's different," he grumbled, though he gave no reason why that was. Instead, he scuffed his foot and glared at the ground, grumbling under his breath.

"So...are you joining SHIELD?"

Sakura's expression, though hopeful, was full of skepticism. She knew firsthand how HYDRA trained their Widows. How they raised them to hate SHIELD. You took in the look on her face with a calculated eye.

"If things go well, then...yes. I guess I am."

You frowned at the words, as if you hadn't fully processed what all of this meant. Helping Sakura and the others had been one thing—that had been out of necessity and a fierce, desperate need to protect the one thing you cared about. Now, you were joining an organization that you had been raised to view as the enemy.

"But it's not about SHIELD," you said after a moment, "or HYDRA or the Red Room or anything else. It's the same as before—I'll go where I need to to make sure you're all safe."

It had never been about SHIELD, and though you'd once served them, it had never been about HYDRA either. It had been about doing what needed to be done. It had been about surviving long enough to protect yourself, and now, to protect those you loved.

"That's not good enough."

Sasuke looked furious. Kakashi had long since learned not to question why Sasuke's mood swing's seemed so sudden and antagonistic, but right now, they did not have time for a tantrum.

"Sasuke," Kakashi began, but the boy ignored him, taking a step in your direction. You faced him with as much neutrality as you could muster.

"No, we all know it's not. You," he said angrily, pointing an accusing finger in your direction, "aren't the only one who wants to protect people. You think we aren't here for the same reason? That's bullshit! You might have a hard time figuring it out for yourself, so I'll spell it out for you: we want to protect you just as much as you want to protect us! And for once, maybe you can start thinking about being happy."

The room went silent, all of your staring wide-eyed at Sasuke as he heaved in a long, deep breath. Once he'd opened his eyes, the calm, indifferent attitude that he generally had about him had returned, but he still shot a half-hearted glare in your direction.

"The reason we're here is because you sacrificed yourself for Sakura. And back then, circumstances were different.

"But you don't have to do that again. And you won't," he mumbled, glancing away from your open-mouthed stare, "because we'll protect you too. So stop it with the self-sacrificial bullshit. It's getting lame."

The memory seemed painful, and as you looked at the others, you felt like an idiot for not addressing it sooner—at the very least, you could've apologizes to them through Kakashi while you were still in your cell. You'd been half out of your mind for the past few weeks, and you hadn't been thinking of anything other than their safety since you'd regained your memories.

Old habits died hard, but maybe you could let that one rest for the moment.

"I never meant to hurt any of you by leaving," you said, guilt tugging at you when you glanced at Sakura's fists clenched at her sides, "but I hope you can forgive me."

"We're not mad. Just don't do it again," Sakura ordered firmly, though the furrow in her brow seemed forced as she attempted to fight a smile.

You nodded and laughed as she threw herself against you again. She wrapped her arms around your waist and nearly lifted you off the ground in her excitement.

"Thank god you're okay," she muttered, "I thought...I thought you were dead. I thought he killed you."

"I know," you nodded, smiling solemnly as you brushed her hair from her face, "it won't happen again."

"Of course it won't!" Naruto interjected. "We won't let it!"

Something warmed at your chest at that, and you couldn't resist the urge to pull Naruto into your hug by the back of his neck. He made a noise of surprise, but quickly reciprocated the gesture with a laugh, far more enthusiastic than you were in your affection.

A gentle protectiveness hummed through you as you looked around the room. Here, everyone you wanted to keep safe was within eyesight. You could make sure that nothing and no one would come to take them again.

Ino is still gone.

Guilt filled you at the thought, but you quickly moved past it. Ino was strong—you knew that better than anyone. And without Orochimaru there to torment her, she would be alright. She could take care of herself...

The thoughts didn't make the guilt lesson, but you were pulled away from your thoughts when Kakashi took a hesitant step forward, glancing at your embrace with his students with barely-concealed affection.

"Do you three mind giving us a minute?" he asked, almost shy as you all turned to him. Sakura's shock immediately shifted into a knowing smirk, and she didn't hesitate to grab Sasuke and Naruto by the wrists and drag them quickly through the door. He heard Sakura beginning to tell Tsunade that he'd insisted that he get time alone with you, but the door cut off her rambling.

You met Kakashi's eyes once silence had fallen, suddenly feeling far more exposed than before. He took a step forward, giving you enough time to react, and then closed the distance with a sigh of relief. You met him when he reached forward to pull you into a crushing hug, arms wrapped as tightly around him as you could manage. He reciprocated with the same desperation, wondering if he could save the feeling of your body against his before it was taken away once again.

Not forever, a hopeful voice whispered in his ear.

Right. Not forever, but long enough that he already felt a gaping hole in his chest.

"I'm sorry," Kakashi said quietly. "I tried to negotiate with Tsunade and Danzo to come to a compromise, but Danzo wouldn't budge. I haven't met Sai, but Tsunade wouldn't have agreed to Danzo's terms if she didn't know that the kid is at least trustworthy enough not to do anything illegal. I'm going to talk to her about finding some rooms in the dorm for the four of us, so we can at least be close by for the first few weeks while things settle down. At the very least, I want to make sure that Danzo doesn't–"

"Kakashi," you cut him off, taking one of his hands, "it's alright. There's nothing unreasonable about Danzo's terms."

Kakashi huffed, rolling his eyes. Nothing Danzo did was reasonable. The man always had a second agenda, but after you had dealt with Orochimaru for so many years, he supposed that Danzo's scheming would seem tame in comparison.

"Danzo is many things, but reasonable isn't one of them," Kakashi grumbled, "just...be careful."

You nodded, though a small smile made its way onto your lips.

"Is this what the kids have had to put up with for all these years?" you grinned, "I hope all this worrying doesn't give you stress headaches."

Oh, it most certainly did.

He huffed, ignoring your responding laugh and taking your hand back in his, craving proximity now that he knew how short-lived it would be. It would likely be months before you could be alone again.

He swallowed, squeezing your hand and leaning closer, "I want to kiss you."

You let out a surprised laugh, taking a step closer until your chest brushed against his.

"Good," you murmured, glancing down at his cloth-covered lips, "I do too."

Before he could do it himself, you hooked a finger over the edge of his mask and slid it from his face. Your knuckle brushed his lips, and part of him wished his mask was still covering his cheeks so you wouldn't see them turning red.

"I, um..." he started, swallowing against what likely would've been a humiliating noise rising in his throat, "was gonna get that..."

You hummed, tracing a thumb over his cheek and studying his exposed features.

After you'd been so afraid of him, being close to you again didn't feel real. It was like some kind of dream that he would wake from at any moment, and you'd be right back where you started. It had taken so long to find you—so long to bring you back to yourself—that he wondered if it was possible that it was all over. That you were finally on track to getting the peace you so rightly deserved.

He sighed into your lips when you closed the distance, tension leaving his body in a rush as a comfortable lightness took its place. Just like the first time, part of him couldn't believe that this was real. Your trust was something sacred—something he'd taken for granted before you left.

You parted from him just long enough to catch your breath and pressed your forehead against his, eyes closed and a small smile on your face as your quiet breathing filled the silence.

He shivered when you brushed a finger over his scar, your thumb tracing the uneven ridges on his cheekbone. After a moment, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his cheek where his scar ended. Your touch was as light as a feather, but still left behind an addicting warmth. He swallowed, cheeks heating as you pulled back, your hand still tracing over where you'd touched your lips to his skin.

"You've never told me where you got this," you whispered.

He blinked, meeting your curious gaze.

"Neither have you," he retorted hoarsely, looking pointedly at your jaw where your own scar ended. You chuckled, shrugging as your hand trailed to the back of his neck, finger tangling in his hair.

"You never asked."

"Neither did you."

You laughed again, and he couldn't fight the smile that spread across his lips. How long had he wished to see this? To finally see some semblance of peace in your expression?

Your fearful eyes on him was an image forever ingrained in his memory, but each of your smiles seemed to chip away at his guilt. Each shining crinkle of your eyes was a healing balm to the bleeding wound in his chest.

"You're breathtaking."

Your eyes widened, and you let out a surprised exhale as you averted your eyes from his. He stopped you from turning with a gentle hand on your cheek and lifted your face back up. Your lips met once again with renewed desperation, and he felt the heat in your cheeks against his palm and the rapid beat of your heart against his own chest.

He wrapped a firm hand around your waist, pulling you in closer as your fingers tangled in his hair. Desire and elation and utter sorrow clashed together within him, and he tilted his head in an attempt to pull you closer.

He was getting carried away—he knew he didn't have much longer with you before Tsunade called you away, yet...

There was something addicting about the movement of your lips against his. About the promise of more—of something permanent. You were back. You remembered him and trusted him and wanted him.

Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently at the strands at the same time that you leaned him into the wall at his back, Your free hand drifting beneath his shirt, gentle fingers grazing the spot where his bruise was beginning to fade. He felt you tense when he reciprocated the movement, placing a hand on your waist where your shirt had ridden up, but you quickly leaned into his touch, tugging at the strands of his hair between your fingers.

A sharp knock at the door broke him from his trance, leaving him with a bitter disappointment that you seemed to share. You parted from him with sigh, backing away a step but leaving behind a burning heat where your hands had begun to drift under his shirt.

Tsunade peeked her head in carefully, eyes narrowed in suspicion as Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto attempted to see into the room over her shoulder.

"It's time," she told you gravely. Sakura was whispering furiously to Sasuke and Naruto, and all three of them seemed unable to process the scene they'd just stumbled on. Kakashi supposed neither of you looked very put together—his hair was tousled from your fingers running through the strands, and you were attempting to subtly smooth your shirt out as Tsunade eyed you both.

Most suspicious, however, was probably the rapid rise and fall of your chests. Kakashi stepped away from the wall, almost in a daze as he avoided the gaze of each person staring him down, silently begging for answers to what he knew would be endless questions.

You nodded at Tsunade, looking back at Kakashi with an unreadable expression.

He slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out the phone that he'd given you months earlier, pressing it into your hand and folding your fingers over it gingerly.

You hadn't used it since you stayed at his house—you wondered if your short conversations were still saved in the small device. Night after night, the same short "no updates," sent to you, each feeling more hopeless than the last.

"Use it," he demanded, covering your closed fingers with his hands.

You nodded, itching to lean forward one more time before you had to meet Sai. You could feel three pairs of eyes on your back, tracking each movement you and Kakashi made. You let out a breath, a smile slipping onto your lips despite the rift forming in your chest as you pulled yourself away from him.

You had gone a long time without him before now. You could go as long as you needed to prove that you could be useful. To prove that your devotion to the ones you cared for was worth anything these people wanted from you.

And despite what Tsunade wanted you to think, you knew that Danzo wouldn't let you roam free even with Sai at your side. You understood how men like him operated—you had lived under their palm your whole life.

However, understanding him didn't make him or his scheming any less dangerous.

All of this ran through your crowded thoughts as you walked towards the door. You placed a gentle hand on Sakura's head as you passed by. She leaned into the touch, giving you a firm nod that seemed a bit less serious when you ruffled her hair. Still, you understood her meaning well enough: don't let them break you.

That had been your advice when you'd first met her in the Red Room. She'd seemed desperate for some kind of direction, but you'd said it thinking that she was just another one of Orochimaru's projects. You thought she'd be gone within the week, a victim of the success that Orochimaru had been so desperate for. That was the only explanation you could come up with for why he would recruit someone as old as she was.

But a week passed, and she was still there. You remembered seeing her for the first time and being a bit surprised that she was upright. Orochimaru's experiments, if not deadly, were generally intense enough to result in incapacitation for at least a week. He wasn't kind to his subjects, and you had assumed that was what she was there for. Orochimaru didn't take in strays. Not when they'd already been broken in.

But when you spotted her that day, she'd met your gaze, something fierce in her eyes.

Perhaps that was when you'd gotten attached. You still weren't sure how she had wormed her way into your heart after it had been closed off for so long. It was a mystery how any of them did, but here you were.

She'd been with the other girls her age, but none of them had strayed from their position. Staring straight forward, only Sakura stood out among the group with her vibrant pink hair and determined, defiant eyes.

Ino had been among them, in the same age group as Sakura. Hinata had been there too. It was just days before you'd killed her.

I'm just like him.

It was a passing thought, and one that you found was easier to dismiss now, but it gnawed at you all the same.

You left his cruelty behind with him. It died with him.

Kakashi words rang in your head, but they did nothing to dispel the bitter taste in your mouth. You followed Tsunade through the door, giving one last glance at the others standing behind you. Rather than the sadness you expected to plague you upon parting with them, a foreign, hopeful feeling filled your chest.

You would prove yourself here. And perhaps Orochimaru's cruelty really would die. And maybe you would be there to see his empire fall.

Orochimaru's legacy was still thriving. Kabuto was alive, and Itachi had taken Ino back with him. He may have left you alive and in SHIELD's hands, but there were dozens...maybe even hundreds of others. Girls who were still trapped in the Red Room, their fate to be decided by people who had no concern with whether they lived or died.

Killing Orochimaru had done nothing to stall the machine. Thinking that things would be different because he was dead was nothing short of naive. HYDRA would probably continue recruiting girls, taking in innocent children to raise as Widows.

You could almost hear Orochimaru's taunts in the back of your mind.

And what could you possibly do to stop that, little spider?

The Red Room would not stop functioning because Orochimaru was dead. Perhaps it wouldn't even falter. But something had changed. It was no more than a small crack in HYDRA's protections, but the Red Room had lost more than its leader. It had failed to fulfill its purpose. You and Sakura were proof of that.

Orochimaru was not immortal. He was never your savior, nor was he your father, and the Red Room was not your home. It was all a carefully constructed lie.

Lies were fragile things. Pull one thread, and everything unravels.

"There are wolves in the night. The soldiers would say that when I was a girl. My uncles and brothers in war. My friends, raising me on the battlefield because there was nowhere else to go. There are wolves, they would say. And there are stories about wolves and girls. Girls in red all alone in the woods, about to get eaten up.'Wolves and girls both have sharp teeth."

— Black Widow #1 (2020), Kelly Thompson

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Author's note | it's over!! i honestly can't believe it. this chapter was a toughy. i really wanted to leave this on an impactful note, so i hope it lived up to expectations!

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ahh i can't believe it's over!! this is actually the first time i've ever finished a series (even though its technically not fully finished). i tend to get very invested in the beginning of series and then lose momentum, so i'm really proud of myself for sticking with this one. i guess that goes to show how attached i've become to these characters. if you've been here since the beginning, wow!! thank you so much!! and to those who are newer, i'm so so glad you've found this fic! if you're reading after it had been completed, there is definitely going to be more to this story. i actually have a second AND third book planned, but it will probably take a little bit to get started on that. first, i'd really like to go back and edit this one to make sure everything flows well. but it won't take too long! i've already started writing significant scenes for the next book.

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baker's love - kakashi x reader

pairing: kakashi hatake x reader rating: 18+ summary: It had been almost six months since you last saw Kakashi. He had been on a mission with Team 7 which left you all alone in Konohagakure. It wasn't that big of a deal in all honesty, it felt like every day you recieved a letter from Kakashi which detailed his journey. But still you worried. tags: pwp, smut, semi-public, baker!reader, gentle love making, established relationship

It had been almost six months since you last saw Kakashi. He had been on a mission with Team 7 which left you all alone in Konoha. It wasn't that big of a deal in all honesty, it felt like every day you received a letter from Kakashi which detailed his journey. But still you were worried.

Kakashi carried great strength but at the same time, what if something happened to him? What if he never came home? What if those three kids he took under his wing never came home too? You knew the story of the Uchiha boy and the entire village knew about Naruto. Thoughts of the worst outcome often left you anxious. 

You were glad however that you worked in a bakery near the village center and could take out all your anxiety on the bread. You were certain loaf production was up twenty percent by your need to keep your hands busy so you didn't worry so much.

It was spring in the village, and you were on month six without Kakashi. You were rolling out dough for the pastries, it wasn't even close to sunrise yet. You hadn't been getting much sleep either so you often found yourself in the bakery getting the day ready. Strong hands rolled out the pastry dough that you were going to fill with berries before baking, then you were going to add powdered sugar. A sweet treat for those on the go. 

It was silent in the bakery as you worked the dough. And then you heard the bell ring in the front. Your eyes casted up through the window that connected the kitchen to the front of the store. 

  “Excuse me we're not- Kakashi?” 

The silver-haired man stood there with his hands in his pocket, not too sure what to do with himself as he gazed at you with both eyes. Your eyes went wide as you put down the rolling pin and dusted your hands onto your apron. 

You could tell his was smiling under his mask as he came forward and pulled you into a hug. With one hand he pulled his mask down and kissed you on the lips. There was no one around to see him without it. 

  “Hey.” He said softly, “What are you doing being up so early?”

  ”The dough won't bake itself.“ 

He cupped your cheek and rubbed the bags under your left eye, ”Right. And I bet you're here from opening to closing with no breaks either.“ He leaned in once more and kissed you on the forehead. 

  ”Someone's gotta look after the bread. And I do close between eleven and one for lunch. Usually I go back upstairs and take a small rest." You explained. 

He relaxed a little, “You overwork yourself.“

You leaned up and kissed him on the lips once more before you pulled the mask back up, ”We both work ourselves to the bone, Kakashi. It's our nature. Now would you like something? You must be tired.” 

He rested his nose on top of your head, “I just want to feel close to you right now. It's been too long.“ 

You placed both hands on the front of his vest and inhaled his scent. At least he showered before he came to the store, ”How are the kids? The dogs? Was the mission a success?”

  “Everything went as planned.” He responded as he tightened his arms around you, “No major injuries. Naruto got a little scuffed up because he tried being a smart ass and fell out of a tree. But nothing a few bandages wouldn't fix.” 

You softly chuckled, “Sounds like Naruto.” You pulled out of the man's arms and took him by his gloved hand, “Let's go to the back then.“ Then led him to the back where you were working. 

Kakashi pulled a chair close to the counter where you were rolling out the dough and watched you closely as you worked. Where he sat, his head was close to your chest. 

As you worked, your ninja boyfriend's thoughts started to race. And without thinking, he leaned over and grabbed your ass. You yelped and he dug his strong grip deeper into the flesh.

  ”Someone missed me.“ You turned to him and smeared flour on his mask.

  ”Six months with only thoughts of you to keep me company. Knowing you were here all alone.“ He soon rose from his seat and got behind you. He placed his large hands on your hips, ”Six months is too long to be away from you.“ His voice was low in your ear, ”Can you blame me?“

You swallowed and felt your cheeks grow warm, ”Kakashi.“

  ”Yes or no? We can always go upstairs.“ He asked.

You turned in his arms and kissed him over his mask before you moved further along the metal workspace. You didn't want flour to get in unsavory places.  You then got up on the counter with ease and spread your legs from him. The skirt of your dress hiked up to expose your modest panties. 

He looked out the window briefly to see no sign of life outside the shop before he moved further down where you were and started to unbuckle his pants. ”I thought about you every day. It's not easy to conceal an erection when you're constantly working.“ He pulled the mask to his chin and smiled at you, ”You were in my thoughts almost all the time.“

You both worked to get your panties off and you wrapped your arms around Kakashi's neck. You gripped onto him tightly as he wrapped your legs around his waist. 

  ”I'm honored to be in your thoughts all the time, Kakashi. I was the same way, everywhere I went I thought of you. It was driving me crazy, I constantly read your letters and wished every night for you to come home in one piece.“ 

  ”I'll always come home to you.“ He promised, ”No one has ever loved me that you have. Why would I not come home to you? You're everything to me, a ninja is only good if they have a home to come back to and you're my home.“ He pulled you in for another kiss. The kiss was sweet if not heated as he grabbed at your thighs as he rubbed his hardened cock up against your pussy. 

Your dress was pulled up around your waist along with the apron you wore. You looked divine to him. Never did he think he'd ever meet a woman like you, someone to come home to after every mission. Who spoiled him with affection and love. His love for you reached to his core as he continued to make out with you. The kiss grew deeper as the want you both shared grew deeper as well. 

  ”I love you.“

  ”I love you too, Kakashi.“ 

You held onto him for dear life as the two of you feverishly made out. The cool of the metal table did little to help with your flushed skin as the two of you continued to kiss. Soon he pulled away and with a little help, slipped his cock into your sweet pussy. 

Sex with Kakashi was something else. Neither of you had too many intimate partners prior to meeting. So you both had to learn how to pleasure one another, what made the both of you tick. There was a lot of trial and error but eventually you found a comfortable rhythm that made you both feel a sense of euphoria. 

  ”That's it.“ He groaned as he thrusted his hips up into you. You clenched around him and held on tightly as the two of you made love on the counter. There was heavy breathing between you two paired with occasional hot kisses as the two of you fucked. 

Normally you didn't have sex in the bakery but after six months apart you would take him anyway you could. Your kisses became hotter, your breathing became heavier as you tried to match his pace. Your dress stuck to your back from the sweat. 

You noticed him taking a small peak at your bouncing breasts and you quickly took off your apron and unbuttoned the front of the dress. You exposed your breasts to him as he soon started to kiss them in the same feverish manner as he was kissing your lips earlier. 

  ”I love you. I love your body.“ He felt you up, feeling the parts that were still covered by clothing and the parts where you were nude. He pulled your breast out of your bra and started to lick and kiss at your skin. His cock throbbed inside of you as he continued his assault. 

You held onto him tightly, pushing your chest up into his face as he continued to thrust inside of you. The feeling was euphoric as he worshiped your body. He meant what he said, he was obsessed with you. You could hear his short groans as he kept thrusting inside of you. The tight wet heat was something to keep him on his toes. 

  ”Yes.“ You moaned as you let him continue to pleasure you. You felt his warmth engulf you as he sped up his movements. Soon he also left marks on your skin, you clenched around him and he hissed through his teeth. The feeling at times was overwhelming.

Kakashi was a lovely partner. Even when he was away, he knew how to turn you on like no one else. He was attentive and loving. He was an all encompassing feeling that you never had with anyone else. There was no one like Kakashi in the entire world. 

He braced his hands on either side of your hips. He gripped onto the table and put his entire soul into fucking you. He groaned and kept his eyes on you. He looked good under the light of your bakery. His red eye gleamed like precious stones before he pulled you for another hot kiss. His cock throbbed inside of you as he continued to thrust up into you. 

Your moans were muffled as he continued to feverishly kiss you. He groaned sharply into your mouth as he felt closer to his orgasm. You felt the same way and moaned into his mouth as you held onto him. 

The table scratched across the floor with every moment of your bodies. You squeezed your eyes shut in a moment of euphoric bliss as the two of you moved. Pleasure swept around you, you held on for dear life as he pounded his cock into you. You broke the kiss and wiped your sweat off your exposed shoulder. You panted wildly as he gazed at you with all the love in his heart.

  ”I missed you.“

  ”I missed you more. I thought about you every day, there wasn't a second that went by when I wasn't wondering how you were doing. If you were safe. If anything happened to you, I wouldn't know what to do with myself.“ Kakashi replied before he moved one hand and cupped your face as he gave into his pleasure. 

  ”Kakashi.“

  ”I love you.“ 

With another series of hard thrusts, Kakashi held his breath and shoved every last inch inside of you as he finished off in you. His orgasm pulled him under but yet he still continued to thrust dedicated to getting his partner off. He wasn't going to leave you unsatisfied. He would promise that. 

  ”Fuck, Kakashi.“ You moaned as you held onto the table for support you clenched your thighs around his waist as the feeling of orgasm crept up on you. Your mouth hung open in the pleasure of it all as he continued to thrust up into you.

Some of his cum leaked out onto your thighs and the back of your dress. But soon you arched your back and gripped tightly onto the table. You climaxed in a loud moan, you were both thankful no one could hear you. And when you came down, you visibly relaxed and opened your eyes at him.

Your chest was moving rapidly and Kakashi gave you a gentle kiss on the face before he unhooked your legs from his waist. He wiped your sweat with his glove and looked at you. He smiled.

  ”You look amazing. Now why don't we get back upstairs. You can close the store for today.“