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delirious-donna · 9 months

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Who? [Kiba Inuzuka]

an: this is a repost of an old story I wrote for @tired-biscuit who we all know is the biggest kiba girlie on the planet. I've reworked it and added an extra 2k (sorry not sorry). Hopefully, it gets a few reads.

pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x female reader

warnings: NSFW, modern AU, friends to lovers trope, characters in late 20s, angst, toxic males (sorry Asuma, Obito, Itachi and Hidan simps!), pussy eating, blowjob after sex, unprotected sex, cum swallowing, biting and marking.

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He eyed you with the utmost disdain.

Glowing amber eyes raked from the toes of your scuffed Converse to the brim of the baseball hat that peeked from under your hoodie. A sleek dark eyebrow rose, stern in admonishment of your haggard appearance and you could scream at him for it.

You knew you looked god awful—felt it too—but did he need to sneer quite so fucking openly? Even from the door of the coffee shop, you knew he was going to give you absolute hell, motherfucker couldn't help himself at the best of times. Some best friend he was.

Kiba Inuzuka appeared his usual well-put-together self, the epitome of the aloof bad boy that most girls had that annoying phase of wanting more than reason should allow. Sickening really, but you loved him regardless. Platonically, of course… of course.

He sat with arms crossed at your favoured table in the back corner, his arms tightly crossed over his wide chest and forcing the cotton of the black tee he wore to work to its limit to contain the muscles beneath. You spied his foot stretched out as he practically manspread in his chair, and the ominous tap of his heavy biker boot sounded like the tolls of a church bell as you walked toward him and your doom.

The strands of his chestnut brown hair were tousled in a sexy 'I just got fucked' style that was meant to look like he had rolled right out of whatever bed he had spent the previous night in. However, you knew the truth of it. That particular look took him a straight forty-five minutes to perfect each morning, and you were tempted to ruffle your hand through it just to piss him off more but you didn’t have a death wish–not today.

You always gave him shit for how long it took him to get ready in the mornings, many a time in your college years you had screeched about him being worse than the girls, and you were not wrong. If any of his floozies were to find out about his skincare regime their little airhead brains would likely implode from shock. Perhaps you should never have taught him that he needed to use more than bar soap on his face each morning, for the man owned more luxury beauty products than you did now.

"You look like shit," he offered with a shit-eating grin on his annoyingly handsome and punchable face.

The onset of summer highlighted the fresh dusting of freckles on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and his usual sun-kissed skin darkened further from the abundance of scorching sunlight. Kiba was a true summer child, not something you shared with him as you opted to hide from the dangerous rays of the sun until the weather cooled into a more agreeable autumn temperature.

"Well, fuck you too, dickhead!"

You threw yourself haphazardly into the opposite chair, face screwed up from the squeal of metal on the polished floor and pouted.

"Could've at least bought me a drink. Not like you don't know what I like," you moaned sullenly.

Glancing over your shoulder you could see the line was almost at the door, and the thought of standing in it to get your much-needed fix of caffeine sounded like hell on earth. With your best puppy dog eyes, you rounded back to Kiba who was watching you fixedly, jaw set in a firm line.

"Oh no. I already stood in that queue, had to almost sell my soul to Satan himself to get the last apple danish. It's not my fault that you're so hungover that you can't face standing up for longer than a minute," he all but yelled at you.

Kiba was more pissed than you had expected, you must have really caused a scene for him to be this level of mad at you. Caffeine was your biggest weakness, and he knew it. Groaning loudly as you rubbed at your aching temples, you tried to replay the snippets of what you remembered from the previous night.

Anger snapped at your fingers. The burn of absolute fury had you rubbing at your chest in discomfort, and you well remembered the slap you had landed with the stinging pain that still lingered on your palm. A face you would much rather forget loomed into your mind's eye, tall and dark-haired. A cocky lopsided smile on his face as he tried to wave away your well-founded accusations.

Goddamn Obito Uchiha, he was the devil incarnate. Nothing but a cheating scumbag that had promised you the world but in the end gave you only hell and one heck of a headache.

You could recall the heated whispers of your girlfriends, the words that had curdled your stomach and caused your pulse to pound in your ears. Your boyfriend had been seen by multiple reliable sources engaged in acts that should solely be reserved for you. He had fallen back into the arms of his ex, and he didn't even have the decency to end things before he went and stuck his dick in her.

Sure, you could have handled things better, you knew that, but he had it coming to him.

"Kiba," you whined, "I know that I probably didn't do myself any favours last night, but you can't tell me that he wasn't asking for it? The bastard cheated on me! A slap to the face was hardly the end of the world..."

You fell silent whilst his stare iced over instantly.

The warmth of his amber-flecked eyes was gone in a heartbeat, cold fury descended over his face as he leant forward with his arms braced on the table. You couldn't help but admire the black ink that ran from his left elbow and slipped beneath the sleeve of his fitted t-shirt. His bicep flexed as he pointed a thick finger in your face.

"Are you serious? You think I'm pissed at you for throwing a piss poor slap at that self-centred prick?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Be quiet," he added as your mouth popped open to shoot back your reply.

"Course he deserved it, and the rest of what he got..."

You frowned at the ominous statement in confusion, suddenly eyeing his hands intently, and as you had suspected, the knuckles were raw and split open in places. That only ever happened when… Icy dread whispered down your spine at the unwelcome thought.

"What I am downright furious about is the scene you made after that slap. Don't you remember shouting your damn head off, screeching like a fucking banshee for 'that bitch' as you called her? Must have slipped your mind that you stormed right across the bar, literally pushing over your friends that just wanted to help and then threw up all over the pinball machine, yeah?"

You blanched, literally feeling the colour drain from your face as you did indeed recall flashes of what he spat at you so venomously. All you wanted was for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, instead, you raised your hands to cover your face, or at least, you tried.

A rough hand wrapped around your wrist and forcefully removed it from your mortified face.

"Uh-uh, I got more to say and you are gonna listen, so perk those little ears up mama. I could forgive you yelling like a lunatic and spewing your load, god knows I'm more than aware you're such a damn lightweight. What I cannot forgive is you running out the door and going fuck knows where!"

He was getting louder and you cringed.

It felt like a thousand eyes were on the pair of you, and it made the introvert in you crumble like a sandcastle being overwhelmed by the ocean. You had wondered why you'd awoken in your childhood bedroom, why the window was wide open and your dad was holding a baseball bat over his head as you emerged from the cocoon of bedsheets. Old habits die hard and sneaking in and out of your bedroom window proved to be one of them even though you had long moved out of your parents’ home.

Your mouth was drier than a desert, tongue heavy in your mouth as Kiba finished his tirade. He huffed through his nose like an angry bull, and with only the jut of his jaw, he silently demanded a response. The problem was, you didn't know what to say, surely you were out of excuses for the poor choices you had made. It seemed like this was a cycle you were meant to repeat from now until the end of time.

Step One – find a new boyfriend who would quickly become your obsession.

Step Two – Kiba would either know them already or meet them only to immediately disapprove and ask you to end things. Ask was putting it mildly too.

Step Three – you and he would argue like squabbling schoolchildren until one of you stormed out, resulting in a period of silence.

Step Four – said boyfriend would reveal his true colours in the most atrocious of ways and annoyingly prove Kiba right time and again.

Step Five – Kiba picked up the broken pieces of your heart and soul, glueing them back together with an ever-patient hand. Although he never failed to tell you, ‘I told you so.’

Repeat.

Shame burned in your chest, the feeling filled you from head to toe and it was enough to intensify the headache that crested through your brain like waves on a turbulent sea. All this and you had no damn coffee to at least take the very edge off your misery.

What could you say?

You had acted like a selfish brat with those actions, your friend had every right to be angry at you and it was only then you noticed the dark shadows that lingered beneath Kiba's eyes. You grabbed his hand and held it tightly in your own when he tried to withdraw, pulling it toward you.

"Please don't tell me you've been up all night cause of me?"

He shrugged and again tried to pull his hand free, but he didn't truly fight you. It was evident to both of you that if he wanted to retrieve his hand, he would be able to do so with ease. He grunted in reply and looked pointedly over your shoulder.

Fuck!

"I'm sorry," you whispered with a slight hiccup, fighting the flow of tears that threatened to spill upon the bougie-looking rustic tabletop. A fingertip traced a gnarled knot, it grounded you and kept you from completely losing it.

"Kiba, please. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I know I've said that before but I mean it, I do, I promise. No more idiots and no more making an absolute fool of myself."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

His tone had returned to a more amicable level, with a smirk unfolding on his lips and you knew that the worst of the storm was over.

Worry had been at the core of his fury, not knowing where you were until you had texted him upon waking at your parent’s house. Frantic fingers flew across the keys whilst listening to your dad's yells of indignation about how you should have used the damn front door instead of climbing in through your old bedroom window.

This really was the straw to break the camel's back.

It was exhausting, the emotional toll enough to have you curled into a tight ball on most nights. True that the highs were intoxicatingly good, but the lows were soul-suckingly abysmal. It was time that you stopped endlessly chasing around after men who were never worth your time and effort. Maybe if you stopped searching, the right man would find you instead.

"I'm done, I promise," you reiterated with a steely determination in your eye.

Kiba tipped back in his chair, assessing your words and finding them to be genuine. His normal goofy smile manifested and it was like the first ray of sunshine you had seen in weeks. He truly was the best friend you could ever ask for, and when he stood with a sigh, you realised you couldn't love him anymore.

"Caramel macchiato?"

Or could you?

–

Kiba had known it wouldn't last, it never did, so why would this time be any different?

The trouble was that he adored you from the tip of your sharp tongue right down to your uncoordinated feet that stumbled and fumbled no matter how hard you tried to keep your balance. The pair of you had been friends since your schooldays and you were both prominent figures within your wider social group. What he didn't like about you, and was not quiet about, was your god-awful taste in men.

You couldn't help it, you were downright adorable so of course, men were always gonna be drawn to you, but did you have to pick the worst scumbags imaginable? He had never believed that one person could get it wrong over and over without at least learning some kind of lesson. It must be some kind of imbalance in your brain and it was astonishing, to say the least.

Over the years you had gone through phases, such as the bad boy stage where you swore blind that you could reform idiotic womanizing players like Asuma Sarutobi. Everyone and their grandmother knew that Asuma could not keep his eyes, and hands, off the ladies. It was never going to matter how many times in a day you fucked him, he was destined to stray and stray he did.

Kiba was there to pick up the pieces, to reassure you that it was most definitely his loss, and no, he didn't think you needed to lose any fucking weight! Why would you even think that? He didn’t always understand women and the fascination with weight was his biggest bugbear.

Then there was the sophiscated phase which he referred to as the smugly quiet phase. Itachi Uchiha was only a few years older than you but damn did he act like he was a motherfucking elder. The condescending smiles, the little tuts and eye rolls at what he deemed to be childish acts and that low almost monotonous tone that spoke volumes about his feelings, or lack thereof.

Again, Kiba had warned you off but you chose to ignore him as usual.

Instead, he waited until Itachi sat you down and told you abruptly that you were too immature for him, effectively breaking your heart in all the time it took him to blink those feminine-looking long dark eyelashes of his. Kiba was there for you to cry upon his shoulder, to wipe your snotty nose and assure you that you were not immature, that dude was just an old ass fuddy-duddy.

Obito had simply been the latest in a long line of utter morons, and part of him had desperately hoped you would keep your word this time. The one thing he was glad about was that you had never dated within your friendship circle, though it hadn't stopped some of the guys from trying.

You would never know about the times he had forcibly taken aside the likes of Naruto and Shikamaru, the muttered threats of mortal wounds and outright death if they so much as dared to touch you. Kiba was always met with nervous chuckles, reassuring pats on the shoulder and hastily sworn oaths that they would keep their distance. Shikamaru had even looked downright pleased with himself, as if he knew something that Kiba didn’t and that encounter had lingered with him for a long while.

It had been a good month since you swore 'til you were blue in the face that you were done chasing men, a record for you but it had all come tumbling down when Hidan entered the fray.

Hidan–a dude who swore he had no last name. Seriously, who did he think he was, the goddamn pope? Perhaps he should have taken that final step much like Prince had done and changed his name into a symbol, it certainly wouldn't have made him any more pretentious.

The man clearly thought he was the next messiah and Kiba had taken an instant dislike to him. This time it was different and he couldn't shake the fear that gripped his heart. Worry gnawed at him, the sense that his guy was more than capable of drawing you into things that could endanger you. The saying goes that you should listen to your gut and Kiba took that very literally. His every instinct screamed of danger and put him on high alert for trouble.

Weeks had passed since you two first started dating and although he desperately wanted to teach you a lesson by giving you the usual silent treatment until you snapped, he refrained. Something stopped him, a niggling doubt that poked him at the most random of times. He wasn’t about to let something befall you on his watch, he’d never forgive himself if it did.

Instead, he watched much like a predator would, assessed this cocky-ass male and learned his weaknesses. Kiba knew Hidan hated to be called out on things, his word was law in his mind and that just grated on the Inuzuka to the worst possible level.

He remembered well the night that Hidan had cornered him as he left the bar restroom, his fist thundering into the wall next to his head in an attempt to intimidate him. It didn't take much for Kiba to snap, yet he managed to hold on to his composure this time. Fought to retain his sanity tooth and nail because he would not play into Hidan's hands, for this was a game to him.

"You wanna fuck her, dontcha?"

"Killing you to know that it's my dick that she sits on each and every chance she gets, huh? Cock hungry little slut that she is."

The inflammatory words had been like grenades exploding behind his eyes, what an utter cunt he was for speaking about you in such a derogatory manner. Kiba had stuffed his white-knuckled fists deep into his pockets, biting his tongue and pushing away from the sneering male without further incident.

In hindsight he was shocked that he had managed to keep it together and not outright punched the fucker–he wanted to–but then again so had Hidan. It was a part of his plan to isolate you, to keep you from your friends and family so that he could steal all your time and attention. He was the definition of a toxic male.

Manipulative fucker!

The Inuzuka drained his beer and let his head fall back against the couch cushions. He was at his wit's end, there was no plan to swirl inside his rampant brain that seemed likely to work.

How long had he ignored his feelings for you?

Too long was the answer. He doubted you were ever going fall into his arms as he wished, but he satisfied himself with being your ever-constant rock. If he could not have you, he would make damn sure that whoever was lucky enough to steal your heart treated you like a princess.

It hurt his heart, but it was better than the emptiness that came with the alternative.

Tired eyes looked towards his phone that was buzzing incessantly on the couch beside him, he palmed the device and looked at the screen to find your name illuminated like a beacon in the darkness of his lounge. He schooled his features although he knew you could not see him and answered the call.

"What's up?"

–

You were a dumbass.

There was no other way to describe how dense you were when it came to your love life. You had to wonder if you had a sign above your head that attracted the absolute worst of mankind to swarm you like insects. Was there something wrong with you? Were you actually a bad person who didn't deserve to be loved?

You made your way to the apartment you knew as intimately as your own.

Feet carrying you ever forward, speeding you towards comfort in the arms of Kiba. He would make it all better, wouldn't he?

For once, you didn't know if he could. There were only so many times you could be knocked down before you could no longer get back up and it was getting harder and harder to find your feet.

Tears threatened to fall but you refused. Curling your hands into tight fists until your nails sank into the flesh, close to puncturing the skin but not quite. It grounded you and kept the tears at bay. How long it would last, you weren't sure.

The ache in your chest eased as Kiba answered the door with worry prominent on his features. Pinched brow and pristine white teeth gnawing his lower lip in earnest. Even before you could step inside, he was reaching for you, dragging you into his strong embrace and wrapping you in his essence.

You sank into him willingly, inhaling his musky spice-infused scent until you were filled with it. It felt like stepping into a perfectly hot bath after a long exhausting day, the tension from your muscles draining away whilst you sagged against the chest that rose and fell in harmony with your own. Kiba wrapped one arm wrapped around your lower back, a thumb rubbing against you in soothing motions whilst the other cradled your head and let you settle into his broad shoulder.

Why couldn't all the men in your life be like this?

Kiba accepted you for who you were and had no interest in changing you into something that would better suit him. His soul was filled with warm light, you saw it through the amber flecks in his eyes, the adorable dimple appearing on his right cheek when he smiled broadly and through his caring actions.

"Tell me everything babe," he cooed softly into your mussed hair, ruffling the strands with his breath.

Where to begin?!

You spent the next hour filling in your longtime friend with every dreaded detail from this afternoon, sipping cautiously on a beer that he offered you once seated on his squishy leather couch. The last thing you wanted to do was succumb to alcohol, but one would settle your nerves you reasoned.

"I knew that guy was a motherfucker," Kiba hollered from the kitchen.

Rolling your eyes at the sheer joy that laced his gravelly tone, you turned to find him bent over searching the fridge aimlessly. His tight butt swayed in the hold of his black jeans, it was such a nice backside and if you were in a better mood you might have tiptoed closer to give it a good hard smack. He’d deserve it.

"Mr Kiba 'I knew he was a motherfucker' Inuzuka. Can't you ever give me a break?"

It hadn't bothered you this much when he first said it, but the more you repeated the words, the more fury infused your veins. It hit you like a tidal wave, turning you from weepy sadness to burning anger in less than a minute.

You popped to your feet, pacing back and forth whilst your fists clenched and unclenched at your sides. Wary amber eyes followed your movements, closing the fridge door with a hard thud that made the magnets rattle. Magnets you had gifted that asshole. The grim set of his jaw was back, irritation so quick to line his features until you were both scowling at one another.

"The fuck? Why have you always got to be so fucking high and mighty? You ain't perfect either, you know!" You were yelling now, raw emotion burning your throat and turning your body into a literal inferno.

"High and mighty? You gotta be joking me. Watch your damn mouth, my patience will only remain for so long. I suggest you calm the fuck down and sit down as well!"

He was making it worse, where was his usual compassion when you stormed like this?

"Or what Kiba? You gonna chuck me out?" You snorted through your nose and missed the flash of pure rage that flitted through his blown-wide pupils.

All six foot two of him towered above you, so close you could feel the heat roiling off his body and licking at your flesh. The back of your legs caught the edge of the glass coffee table and he was grabbing at your upper arms in an instant.

You gasped when his fingers dug into the meat of your arms until you almost yelped out for him to stop. Head tipped back and heart thundering from an evil cocktail of anger and bitterness, you straight up growled at him like a dog ready to lunge and attack.

"When are you going to open your fucking eyes?" he whispered, low and so very dangerous that the hairs on the nape of your neck prickled to attention.

Too wrapped in your own negative emotions, you failed to comprehend his words fully. Oblivious to the storm of desire that was rapidly rising to the surface in the male fixing you in place. You ignored his words and spat more venom at him in an attempt to get him to release you.

"When was the last time you even got laid Kiba? Haven't seen any of your airheads flouncing about in forever. They made me sick to my stomach with their simpering eyes out on stalks, drooling over you like you were some kind of fucking god."

He let go in a moment of startled surprise as your words found their mark, and you stormed towards the door only to have your wrist captured in a rough hand. Kiba pulled you back to him, the tug was so forceful that your chest bumped into his and your free hand flew to the wall of steel that was his chest in an attempt to balance yourself.

"Jealous?" he seethed, lowering his face until you were practically nose to nose

Had you been in your right mind, you might have taken a moment to process that incredibly loaded question and see it for what it actually was. Instead, your primal instincts found themselves firmly in the driving seat as a war cry pounded in your ears and a tightness grew heavy in the pit of your stomach.

You snatched your hand back and grabbed two fistfuls of his stupid tousled chestnut hair, pressing yourself onto your tiptoes to reach his wickedly curled lips.

This was no soft kiss, it was cruel and punishing.

Lips met, teeth gnashed and snarls sounded from both of your throats as Kiba reacted in kind. His hands were not gentle as he cupped your face, one hand stealing into your hair and wrapping it around his fist. He pulled, forcing your throat to strain taut and ripping your mouth away from his with a hiss.

White-hot fury veiled your vision in red. His sharp almost fang-like incisors sank into your vulnerable neck, harsh and selfish as he marked you for his own. Greedy lips followed the exquisite sting of pain, sucking at the skin indented by his teeth until the entire area would be bruised and tender to the touch when your sanity returned.

You didn't know what made you say it, the words were out of your mouth before you took note of them.

"Seems like you've been the jealous one.” Kiba froze against your frantic pulse point.

His eyes were positively feral, the pupils almost entirely swallowing his normally warm amber irises. Cheeks dabbled in rough whiskers from the late hour and the tendon from neck to collarbone straining from exertion. Kiba levelled you with a dangerous stare and you couldn't help but look away to admire his forearms instead of succumbing to his piercing gaze. The sleeves of his open shirt rolled to the elbows–a look that had you weak at the knees at the best of times–and the strength in those corded muscles was obvious to your appreciative eye.

"That’s right, m’gonna make you forget about those stupid assholes that didn't know what a treasure they had. Their loss is my gain. If you want this," he pointed to himself to emphasise the point, "if you want me, then come get it."

Without a backwards glance, he stormed to the island in his kitchen and left you there… alone and bereft of his overwhelming heat. Kiba stood with his lower back resting against the counter, one ankle crossed over the other and his arms folded as he watched you. His muscled chest heaved with every laboured breath, cheeks ruddy from the kiss you’d shared and there was a more than subtle bulge on the front of his jeans.

Did you want him, your best friend Kiba?

Hell yeah, you did!

Annoyed by your own oblivious stupidity, the puzzle pieces clicked together in your head. Kiba was downright sexy, his physique godly and a face that was both rugged and angelic depending on his mood. He was funny, a total goofball who made it his mission to keep you laughing until you were clutching your stomach and begging for mercy. A social butterfly who ensured he gave his friends equal attention, he knew every birthday and often was the ringleader of group outings and meetups.

He was your Kiba.

The person you relied upon most in the world, your constant and when you tried to imagine a world without him, it stole your breath until you were crippled by the agony. Had you been jealous of his idiotic little girlfriends? Yes, you always wanted to be the centre of his universe and they distracted from that. You had tried to mask it as a dislike for his taste in women but most of his exes had been perfectly nice if you had given them the time of day to get to know.

It was clear, that you wanted him.

You ran.

Four long strides and you threw yourself into his quickly outstretched arms. He caught you –of course, he did –bearing your weight with practised ease as you wrapped around him like climbing ivy. Hands fisting into the t-shirt that lay beneath his shirt as you found his mouth once more, sought to reclaim it and make your intentions crystal fucking clear.

This time the kiss was more tender, yet the passion was still as ardent and heady. His wide hands roamed your hips until he was kneading the meat of your ass through your pants and making your lower half grind against him in sinful bliss. The zipper of his jeans pressed against your centre through the layers of clothes and you moaned openly into his mouth.

Kiba was famished, he swallowed your lewd noises and was quick to incite more as he turned to perch you atop the counter. His hips rolled into you, languid but forceful whilst he explored the wet cavern of your mouth. Your tongue rolled over his in an erotic dance that had no end in sight. If not for your necessity to breathe, there would be no parting you and only the shared oxygen in the space created by two friends that finally breached a line that had been long held and now threatened to either tie them together or pull them apart.

You tugged expectantly at his clothes, desperate to strip him to your gaze and finally, he relented. Kiba pulled back long enough to tug off his shirt and tee, discarding them haphazardly. His warm breath fanned your cheek, stuttering when your cool fingers stroked and detailed the definition of his torso.

"Eager little thing," he growled. The smile he sported only served to highlight the ego that was often to focus of your teasing. Yet, this time no humourous jabs came to mind. For once you were glad of his self-confidence and eagerness to move things along.

He divested you of your oversized hoodie, thankful you had taken the time to put on a nice bra beneath it despite the mess you had been in earlier. His groan was heaven to your ears and when he dove to kiss you through the sheer material of your bralette you thought you had died right there and then.

Saliva dampened the already thin fabric, those dangerous wolfish teeth nipping at your pebbled buds. With your head tossed back, he used that wicked mouth of his on your breasts and you were unprepared for the piercing rip that flooded the hushed space. Kiba had torn clean through the garment, the halves falling down your arms to lay destroyed on the floor.

"Kiba!" you half yelled, half squeaked as he took that exact moment to suckle your nipple between his plush lips. Your belly quivered, the pulling sensation more intoxicating than the most potent alcohol and the feeling echoed far more intensely between your trembling thighs. Your fingers carded through his lush hair, nails scraping against his scalp and smiling indulgently at the rumble deep in his throat.

"I'll buy you more, promise baby. Lay back, need to get you naked," he said sounding entirely as drunk as you felt.

For once you were eager to follow his instruction, a novelty for Kiba who merely watched with a knowing look that promised he would deliver of your wildest fantasies if you’d just fucking listen to him, at long last. His eager fingers hooked into the waistband of your leggings and were quickly dragged down your supple legs. Slowly, he eased his calloused fingers back up your bare legs, stopping to toy with the back of your knees and listen to the subtle gasp caught tight in your throat.

Funny how you had thought he would be rough and impatient, the deed almost over with and the finish line hurtled towards at inhumane speed when here he was taking his sweet time. It was maddening when all you wanted was for him to feel the searing heat that was radiating from between your thighs, to dip his fingertips against your panties and know how drenched they already were from the mere prospect of being with him.

As if sensing your thought process, Kiba finally parted thighs whilst you rested backwards on your elbows. A low appreciative hum caught your ear and you shifted your focus to the tight grip he had on his bottom lip, teeth sinking deep and the wide flare of his nostrils like he was scenting you as an animal would do. He planted your feet and pushed your knees to the sides until you were splayed out like a cat in heat. It was vulnerable and so exhilarating you couldn't help but wriggle.

His eyes were glazed over when he, at last, moved to touch your panties, zeroing in on the obvious damp patch and letting his head roll along his neck for a second as a visible shiver passed up the length of his spine. You’d swear he appeared like those cartoon characters that have zapped with electricity, near every hair on his body rippling from the sensation.

"Have to taste you, sweetheart. My pretty fuckin’ girl."

A chaste kiss fell to your lips before he began a slow tortured path down your body, stopping here and there as he learned the spots that made you tremble and shake, noting carefully when you would whine and try to cling to him. Smug smiles and smears of his saliva were painted upon your heated skin, and he let loose a triumphant bark of laughter when you whimpered your impatience.

"Please," you mewled, a hand pressing atop his head to hurry his descent. Forward was not something you were familiar with, shyness always overtaking your urge to express your wants, but with Kiba, you knew there was no need for any such concerns.

"Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll deliver."

You could cry at the bubble of pressure that was desperate for release, sitting just below the surface, if he would just touch you.

"Wan’ you to fuck me with your mouth, need it so bad Kiba! Please–"

The last syllable had barely left your mouth before he was diving for your centre, underwear pressed aside as he nudged your clit with his nose and inhaled deeply. One roughened pad explored your slick folds, collecting the nectar and pressing it into his mouth.

His sigh was purely reverential and he settled down to devour you like a starving man sat before his first meal in weeks. It was all too much, the immediate stimulation intense enough to have your toes curling where they now rested down his broad back.

Kiba laid languid swipes of his molten tongue along your slit, alternating between flickering motions against your engorged pearl and slow circular patterns around your sopping hole. The walls of your cunt fluttered, desperate to be filled and clench around something–anything–and when his finger slipped easily inside you bucked wildly.

“Shh, keep still. Lemme hear your pretty voice but gotta hold still, yeah?” He encouraged, mouth only moving far enough way for you to hear his heated request.

It took mere minutes for you to come apart on his mouth, his digit sucked deep as he stroked your slick, spongy walls and suckled at your clit to almost pain. Your legs were limp from the unrelenting waves of euphoria that raced throughout your body and if not for the grounding palm caressing your thigh then you might have passed out there and then when white sparks shot straight through your vision.

Kiba didn’t spill a single drop of your nectar, the wet insistent muscle rolling into your cunt over and over to simply dig more of the delicious juices from your quivering body before he stood with the lower half of his face glistening in your essence. It felt… empowering. The intense lust that blazed in his eyes, a lust that was for you and no one else. Fuck. You loved him. Had for a long time. Why had you taken so long to see it for what it really was?

It wasn’t the time to get stuck in your head like this, there would be moments for these thoughts and what lay beyond but right now, you weren’t entirely satisfied and you wouldn’t be until you had milked the man looming over you for every drop he could deliver.

With renewed vigour and determination, you propped yourself on your elbows and then lunged forward towards the buckle of his belt. You’d never worked so deftly as you worked to unbuckle him, moaning at the loud metal clattering loose. Buttons worked free and zipper pulled down, the waistband of his underwear came into sight and your fingers curled around that final barrier and released with him an audible gasp mingled with his sigh of relief.

You had known he was going to be well endowed, could feel it from the press of his body only earlier, but it was still a shock to see him in all his glory, and what a glory it was. His length was impressive, but it was his girth that was the true beauty–if you could even call such a monster a beauty. Kiba's cock could barely support its own weight, the angry length tipped to a deep purple with precum leaking from the slit under your scrutiny.

It looked enormous in your petite hand, managing to encircle the shaft but only just did your fingertips meet. You stroked his velvety soft skin, paying attention to the stark veins that stood to attention and how Kiba reacted when you traced over the most prominent with a salacious smile. You scooted towards the edge of the counter, eyes locked with him with every deliberate move you made.

The head kissed against your glistening folds and you teased both of you by running the blunt tip along your slit until it bumped against your clitoral hood. His fingers were gripping the edge of the counter so tightly you feared he would crumble the marble under his strong hands if he wasn't careful. You notched him at your slowly pulsing entrance, and on a breathy keening noise, you pleaded.

"Fuck me Kiba."

You knew that he had snapped when an animalistic noise roared from his throat and the death grip moved from the counter to your hips as he pushed into your cunt. Kiba eagerly watched your walls suck him in, utterly drunk on the silken feel of you in much the same way that you were drunk on him. Every drag of his shaft rubbed delicious friction into your most intimate areas with a precision he shouldn’t yet possess. He was made for you and you were made to take him.

There would be a time for slower moments and tender loving making, for you were sure that Kiba was not going to escape from you, not now. He was yours, and you his. This alone had you urging him on, driving that feral side of him to act and do it hard and fast with nips at his lips and nails clawing down his back.

His hips pistoned like a well-oiled machine, and sweat clung to his forehead as he set a pace that saw him pounding into your pussy. A relentless rhythm that matched the pound of your heart, clammy skin on skin and kisses that acted better than any drugs ever could.

"This what you wan’? Hungry for my cock, huh?"

His words were staccato with every thrust that he delivered, your body jerking with the wild and powerful movements. Your head fell back against the counter as moan after decadent moan left your throat. Kiba's tight grip moved to your waist and he began to pull you onto his length, your back sliding against the marble top making your tits bounce and your ass slap against his pelvis. Every drag of his shaft against your walls made you keen for him, full to capacity but craving more nevertheless. He was using you like his own personal fucktoy and you were creaming around him at that knowledge, the lewd squelches of your bodies joined in this way growing louder and louder.

"Tell me. Need to hear you say it, kitten."

"Oh… fu-fuck! Need your dick, feel so good–ah!" You screamed when Kiba leaned over you and altered the angle of how he was driving into you. His mouth sucked possessive marks onto the sides of your breasts as you used the last of your hastily retreating sanity to again fist his hair and force him even closer to you.

"Tell me I'm better than those other motherfuckers. No one can fuck you like this, nobody else is worthy of this beautiful pussy," he growled, breaking from your hold to allow him to press his thumb against your clit and making you jerk at the sudden unsuspecting touch.

"Kiba–best. Gonna, oh god–m’so close. No one but you."

Your brain was a puddle, the ecstasy too much for full coherent thoughts as you felt the gush hit against his groin. You soaked him in your juices, the wet noises crescendoing whilst stars winked into your vision.

"Such a good fuckin’ girl, oh shit. What a beautiful mess you've made on me," he cooed in praise, slowing his pace but never stopping. He had to be close; your walls desperately trying to milk him, to force his release in kind.

Slowly, you returned to the earth, oversensitive from each measured stroke that he delivered until he pulled from you and wiped the sweat from his brow. He fisted his shaft as you watched, tears springing to your eyes at being denied his release.

"Wanna come down your throat, think you can manage?" he asked, his eyes burning into yours as he pumped himself.

Your thighs were shaky, the skin slick with the spill of your arousal but you managed not to fall to the floor. Kiba steadied you with his free hand, groaning in his throat as you knelt before him. His head fell back when you parted your lips and accepted him into your wet mouth.

The taste of his essence mingled with your own, sweet and bitter but definitely not unpleasant. You had never done this before and it felt so wicked as you watched Kiba come apart above you. He could barely maintain his eye contact with you, heat surging to his cheeks and his hands cradling your head in gentle reverence.

His hips jerked, your fingers sinking into his ass that flexed beneath your touch as he kissed against your throat. The muscles constricted and he faltered. "Oh fuck, so close sweetheart."

Your teeth unsheathed carefully, tongue running the length of the litany of veins that ran his shaft and teeth grazing his sensitive flesh until his fingers seized and you felt the hot spurts of his release. It poured down your throat until you pulled back, the rest pooling on your pink tongue.

Kiba panted and whined, losing himself in the moment and the feel of your scorching mouth, chest heaving with each laboured inhale. You showed him the milky seed that coated your tongue, watching his eyes roll to the back of his skull the second after you swallowed audibly and opened up to show your now empty mouth.

The seconds ticked by and neither of you moved as your breathing slowly returned to normal. How gorgeous he looked to you, spent and blushing. The massive frame of his body–Kiba’s body–completely undone by your actions and your body.

"That's one way to get over Hidan," he groused, trying to turn from you.

You were not going to allow him to step away from this, two hearts were on the line and you refused to see him in pain. You stood abruptly, possibly a mistake given how your thighs quaked but not giving a shit at the moment. You pulled him back to you, arms resting over his wide shoulders and placing a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. Pouring every bit of love and desire into your expression, you fixed him with a sincere smile and watched his eyes widen and soften, the creases smoothing out to reveal his true self, the one you were intimately familiar with.

"Who?"

#delirious writes #kiba inuzuka #kiba x reader #kiba smut #kiba angst #kiba x you #kiba

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fg083nrt · 2 years

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All-you-can-eat restaurant 🍱 outing with the most incompatible food taste duos 💴 🩸 and 🦈 🍡

Kakuzu loves organ meat , sometimes in sashimi form. Presumably doesnt like sweets.

Hidan likes ribs, and by extension meat. Hates devotion cuisine which is essentially vegetarian cruelty free food.

Kisame likes crab and shrimp. doesnt like fish sashimi and shark fin soup.

Itachi hates steak and by extension red meat. Loves sweets and snacks.

I love when Hidan and Kakuzu get to be toxic dickheads to everyone around them, redirecting their atrocious vibes.

#akatsuki #kakuhida #kisaita #kakuzu #hidan #itachi uchiha #kisame hoshigaki #naruto #my art #food

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mixelation · 7 months

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wait, okay, some thoughts on the wave mission in toxicity (reborn au au)

wave takes place far enough post Cave Incident that tori and obito are dating, but it's new. obito is currently on everyone's shit lists

however. obito is also 1) able to teleport, 2) crazy strong, 3) still dedicated to making sure kakashi stays alive, 4) presumably also cares about naruto and sasuke being alive and well, and 5) even if points 3 and 4 didn't stand, minato is reasonably confident he'll follow direct orders even if he might also go and do... other things.

minato sends obito instead of tori as back up. like he's mad at him but also obito is both able to and motivated to keep any random a-rank missing-nin at bay.

obito doesn't immediately go "i will kill gato" but he does go "i will simply stick my fingers into everything immediately."

so obito goes off while kakashi is passed out, bothers zabuza and haku, bothers gato and finds kakuzu and hidan and bothers them, and then he come back and is like. so guess what there's a ton of dangerous guys in the area!!! and i have pissed them all off

kakashi has just woken up and he's like. "why are you a waking nightmare, obito"

and if it weren't akatsuki specifically, obito would be fine with just murdering all the missing-nin. but it IS akatsuki and he would RATHER them stay alive, but also he can't let team 7 get hurt?? conundrum

obito: okay so this situation just got real delicate

kakashi: BECAUSE YOU ACTED LIKE AN ANNOYING DUMBASS

obito: i'm bringing in tori

kakasi: SHE WILL MAKE IT WORSE. SHE MAKES YOU WORSE. I REFUSE TO SEE BOTH OF YOU TOGETHER

obito: but she's so good at finessing stupid situations :<

obito: especially stupid situations that i made :< :<

kakashi: (inhuman noises)

#reborn au au: it's gotten sillier

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mayumiiyuu · 1 year

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“and that’s the way I loved you.”

how your relationship with different anime men would be like, categorized by mother Taylor Swift’s song :)

tw: none, unless u count a lil toxic relationship snippets in ‘screaming and crying and kissing in the rain’

“you look beautiful tonight.”

loving him is easy. these men think the world of you, partly because to them, you are their world. expect flowers from them on any occasion, or sometimes just because. an absolute gentleman through and through, would rather die than be the reason why you cry. always there to listen to you when you’ve had a hard day, always remains patient & understanding; the type to hold onto your waist in a busy crowd to guide you through. he’s always so gentle with you, always showers you with compliments but is still honest. when you fight he always tries to remain levelheaded, he never takes out his anger on you. he makes a lot of effort for you, your parents greatly approve of him, overall such a loving and kind man who rarely ever does wrong by you.

jjk: nanami, choso, YUUJI, todo, inumaki, YUUTA, kokichi

haikyuu: HINATA, akaashi, OSAMU!!!, aran, daichi, asahi, nishinoya, kuroo, iwaizumi!!, tendou, TANAKA, kita!!!!, SUGAWARA!!

tokyo rev: draken, mitsuya, hakkai, inui, souya, shinichiro!!

naruto: NARUTO!!, itachi, gaara, shino, kiba!!

bnha: midoriya!!!!, iida, KIRISHIMA!!!, mirio, tamaki, natsuo

“screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.”

loving him is complicated. there are days when he makes you smile and laugh so hard your ribs get taut, but there are also days where he leaves you feeling cold. when there are good times they’re the best you’ve ever experienced, when there are bad times they might be the worst. in a fight, he can be mean and blunt, he’ll brush you off and distance himself from you, sometimes you wonder if he’ll ever really open up to you; but through it all he’s there, apologies and gifts in tow to make it up to you. you’re the only person he thinks he’ll ever try to be good for, but there are times when he slips up. the love he has for you is so immense to the point where it scares him, which is why he acts the way he does. sometimes he thinks if he pushes you away enough you’ll find someone better for you. he can be hot and cold with you, one moment he’s sweet and loving and caring, the next he’s distant and resentful and irritable. your friends and family see you guys break up and make up all the time. overall loves you more than anything or anyone else in the world, but struggles with his feelings for you.

jjk: geto, gojo, TOJI???, sukuna

haikyuu: oikawa, kageyama, kunimi, TSUKISHIMA, atsumu, suna(?), daishou

tokyo rev: MIKEY, kazutora, ran, rindou, kokonoi, sanzu, BAJI, hanma, IZANA, shion

naruto: SASUKE, shikamaru huhu, neji (at first), sasori, obito, madara, kakuzu, hidan

bnha: FUCKING DABI/TOUYA, shigaraki, bakugou, keigo

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lizajane2 · 2 months

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Kakashi has flaws I’m aware of that. Like just because i find him hot does not mean I’m blind to them. The man is scared of his own emotions, okay? He would rather burry his head in porn books, or have Guy challenge him to something stupid, than face his actual problems.

The only thing I dislike regarding his character is that Kishimoto did NOT showcase his abilities very well. Now, I will say his fight with Kakuzu and Hidan showed why he’s fucking talented. But you mean to tell me that he has a thousand jutsu and you (Kishimoto) only let him use seven throughout the entire series?! We need to talk about that in detail, sir.

Anyway, what started this post, was reading a comment on tiktok how he should’ve been there for Naruto, and to raise and help him. Help him how?

Kakashi was thirteen, maybe, in the ANBU, and he’s seen things, done things. That man was going through some shit. His best friend died, Rin killed herself by jumping in front of his chidori. The man had nightmares (I think they were more like night terrors) and rigorously washed his hands for minutes because he could still see her blood. And then Minato dies. Kakashi was traumatized, he was losing people left and right. Ain’t no way he’s gonna help Naruto, a child, feel less lonely when he could barely keep himself together. Not to mention that man was a stone cold killer in the ANBU. He was ruthless.

My point is don’t expect a thirteen year old child to suddenly act maturely and selfless and take a newborn under his wing when he has full blown PTSD and depression. When he’s so deeply traumatized he shuts down emotionally. That’s just not what Naruto would’ve needed growing up. A toxic household is not the answer.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #kakashi hatake #obito uchiha #rin nohara #i always forget rin’s family name #he was having mental breakdowns at thirteen and emotionally immature #sure lets have him adopt naruto #that would’ve worked out swell

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smh-yoon · 1 year

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akatsuki - fucking you dumb

a/n: if you didn't know, i have an akatsuki bf/gf scenario book on wattpad and i was writing something for pein today that got a little spicy, so i had to bring it here. this will include all nine members, not including orochimaru.

pairings: pein, konan, hidan, kakuzu, deidara, sasori, obito, kisame, itachi x fem! reader

genre: smut; fem! on fem!, male! on fem!

warnings: dirty dirty talk!! (praise and degrading), swearing, creampie, fingering, giving head - male and fem receiving, exhibitionism, threesome, possessiveness, choking, toxic behavior (obito), tentacles, spitting, manhandling?, pool sex ofc

enjoy ;)

PEIN

the cold wood of the desk brushed against your nipples with every thrust of pein's hard cock into your cunt, adding to the buildup of your approaching orgasm.

he had your hands locked behind your back, using them to tug you backwards onto his leaking dick as he threw his head back. the best part about him being such a skilled shinobi is that he had plenty of stamina.

slick was dripping down your thighs, and he'd already fucked you through your first orgasm. his fingers were pressing hard against your skin where he was gripping you, jaw clenching as he felt his own climax approach.

suddenly he was pressing you down against the desk, arching your back with one hand and setting an all new pace as he drilled into you. in moments, you were gushing around him, nearly screaming as he brushed you g-spot until he was pumping his load into you, cum dripping down your shaking thighs.

KONAN

konan's bare breasts were pressed against your back, nipples hard against your skin as she fingered you from behind.

she was determined to make you squirt for the third time today, tears already dripping down your cheeks as you jerked from the sensitivity of your aching cunt. you couldn't help arching into her hand, desperately seeking your orgasm.

the sheets under you were soaked in your cum, and konan's fingers were sticky with your slick from fingering you non stop. her other hand reached around your stomach as she began thrusting her fingers faster.

the other hand flicked at your clit, circling and pressing hard as you sobbed in pleasure. you came again, crying out as the intense sensation made you eyes roll back.

HIDAN

hidan's obnoxious laugh made you want to cry, choking on kakuzu's cock in your mouth and he fucked you harder from behind. he was so sure you were into kakuzu enough that he invited him into a threesome, not the kakuzu minded.

his fingers threaded through your hair, the tugging making your eyes rolling back as you swallowed around his thick cock. "just like that slut. couldn't live with just one cock fuckin' you, huh? had to have two."

your jaw went slack as hidan kept up his bruising pace, paying no mind to the increasing volume of the hums you could get out around kakuzu. hidan's voice reached your ears in the haze of the moment.

"gonna cum in you, then watch kuzu fuck my cum back into your cunt. show him how good you take it whore."

KAKUZU

kakuzu was still counting money in the corner of the room, paying no mind to you as you writhed on the bed, bound by long tendrils stretching from his form. two skinnier ones alternated thrusting into your pussy, another flicking your clit.

this was your punishment, for forgetting to pick up one of his bounties. no big deal, he could always get some other quick cash, but there was no way he was letting you off easy.

"kakuzu.. please!" you were so close to the edge it hurt, but he never let you cum. not for the past half hour you'd been tied with your hands above your head.

his eyes flicked lazily to you, gaze dark as a smirk slid onto his face. with a chuckled he sent another tendril your way, watching it slide around your neck.

"shut up, i have to restart now."

DEIDARA

long blonde hair brushed against your shoulders as your eyes rolled back, deidara's hand on your shoulder holding you up as he pushed his cock past your walls.

he'd made a bet with hidan that he could fuck you till you cried, and he was sure to deliver. you were in tears after the first orgasm, after he ate your pussy out the way he knew best. and another bet later, now he was determined to fuck you till he couldn't cum anymore.

hidan was sitting directly in front of you at the edge of bed in his own chair, cock pulled out of his pants, leaking from the tip. he'd been barking orders all night, telling deidara where to touch, cum, how to fuck you and your mouth properly. if you didn't hate hidan so much, you might've thanked him for the advice, because you were getting your brains fucked out.

he stood from his spot, coming close and grabbing your jaw roughly, watching you gaze up at him through hazy eyes. then he was spitting into your open mouth, watching you flinch and moan and deidara fucked you faster as he sat back down and enjoyed the show.

SASORI

sasori was quick to attach as many strings as he wanted to your limbs, controlling you just the way he wanted, his own personal fuck doll. he'd watched you finger yourself, fuck yourself with whichever synthetic cock he chose, and now he was watching you choke down his own.

he had all the power, and he knew it got you off too. never having to worry that pretty, empty head about having to do any work. he might as well keep you with his other puppets, if that's all you were good for.

a groan left his mouth as you choked around him, swallowing and moaning at the way he filled your throat.

when he looked back down at you, one of his puppets leaning against the wall caught his attention. his newest, and by far the biggest he'd built. he rung his fingers in your hair and pulled you off his cock, petting your face as you gasped for air.

"get up. we're doing something new."

OBITO

"what the fuck were you doing? huh? think you can run off to some other man?"

you were sobbing into the pillows, back aching as obito pounded into you. it hurt, so so good. he was using you however he wanted, you were his stress relief, but that didn't mean you could get away with whoring yourself out to the akatsuki. not that you actually did, he was just a jealous freak when it came to you.

he reached around your shoulders and leaned down, sweaty chest pressed against your back as he got close to your ear, nearly growling as he spoke.

"you remember no one will ever fuck you like this. you're fucking mine."

KISAME

one of kisame's ultimate fantasies was to let him hunt you down in the water, a predator-prey type situation. you always worried he'd take it too far, maybe hurt you, accidentally drown you. as his thick cock slid into your pussy for the first time that night, warm water lapping at your skin, his hands holding you tight against him, you couldn't help but wonder why you waited so long.

while he'd pulled you to a quiet shore of a hidden cove, you were worried you were still too loud, that the world would hear.

kisame's shark teeth grazed your shoulder as he let out a shuddering breath against your skin, feeling your nails dig into his back. the feeling of his razor sharp teeth made you nearly freeze with terror, but you tightened around him as your body tingled.

"hope you can handle a little blood."

ITACHI

as much as you wanted itachi to trap you in an endless sex fantasy with a genjutsu, he was a much more gentle lover. not that you minded, he always made sure your needs were more than fulfilled.

he was taking his time lapping up your pussy, sucking and kissed and tonguing wherever he could reach. he lived for the feeling of your hips bucking into his mouth, fingers gripping his hair from the overwhelming pleasure he gave you.

he knew you so well, listened to your breathing and the volume of your moans, hearing them get more high pitched as you neared your orgasm.

"come on pretty girl, let me take care of you."

<3 <3 <3

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13as07 · 6 months

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Jashin’s Angel

(Hidan)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to MauroIllustrator]

Requested by: @reincarnatedornotimfucked

Word Count: 3,995

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I learn the most unneeded shit for some of my fics

Also a lot of my fics involve sleeping. Maybe it's a sign I need to sleep more

Tad bit unhinged

Threats/talk of death

Toxic Religious Themes

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My eyes roll over the heap of bedding and limbs curled up on my bed. It's weird, seeing someone using my bed after leaving it untouched for so long. I've always insisted Pain remove it from my room since it has no use. All it does is take up space but I guess it's a good thing it wasn't removed.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself. Usually, I sharpen my scythe or pray to Jashin while the others sleep. Occasionally, I sit outside or walk the forest edges with Itachi since it seems he doesn't need sleep either. Despite all that, I can't bring myself to leave the room in search of my fellow nocturnal member. Or to perform either of my usual nightly habits. What if it wakes her?

What do I care if it wakes her? She fell asleep in my room, if my routine wakes her, it's her fault.

My eyes scan the darkness, searching for the place I left my scythe as I make my mental checklist. Scythe, stone, water, sandpaper, rag. I repeat the list to myself, slowly collecting the items, and leaving them to rest on my desk.

I'm moving slowly because I want to, because there's no point rushing around, that is all. I freeze when my scythe clicks against the floor because I want to, because I want to prepare for any complaint or bitching that might have followed. No other reason.

I need to head toward the kitchen to collect my bowl of water, then I can sharpen my weapon. Unlike before, I stall in front of my bedroom door, my hand resting on the handle. I turn to the side, sights wandering my bed, the red bedsheets that have never been used before tonight, and the unhidden snip bits of the woman sleeping in it.

The longer I look at her, the longer I think about leaving her alone in my room, the more uneasy I get. My stomach feels upset like it did that time Kakuzu and I had bad sushi. It feels like I'm shaking to the point that my eyes glance at the door handle to make sure I'm not. My heart thumps against my chest too, harder than it ever has, an annoying reminder that I am not a God like Jashin. The longer I stare, the more irritated I get, and the more I believe something will happen to her while I'm away.

What do I care if something happens to her? It would be a waste of a sacrifice, yes, but she is not irreplaceable. It would be even better if someone attacked her while I was away. That would mean I had more sacrifices to offer my God.

I finally push the handle down, letting my door creak open. I turn my head again, checking on her - because I want to pick a fight, not because I care if the sound woke her. Sadly, there will be no fight, seeing how she doesn't even stir in her sleep.

I let out a sigh, of annoyance, as I walk out of my room. The further I walk away from my room, the more sick my stomach feels. Maybe something was wrong with the food Kakuzu and I brought back to the hideout today. I'm sure that's what it is.

I move quickly around the kitchen, eager to get back to my room. To see if my gut is right, that's why. I want to see if there is an unwanted person within the walls of the hideout. I want to see if I have another sacrifice for Jashin. That is all.

My walk back to my room is as irritating as walking out of my room was. If I move too fast the bowl of water will spill, leaving me out of my room longer. I will miss my extra sacrifice, the extra offering to my God. That is why I'm so eager to get back to my room, why I'm so annoyed that I filled the bowl too full.

I open my door slowly, so the water doesn't spill, not so I don't wake her. Like I said before, she fell asleep in my room. If I wake her, it's her fault. She should sleep in her room, that's what it's there for.

When my attention falls on my bed again, I don't feel sick anymore. I bet she's a witch, one that places a curse on me. I shall ask Jashin to rid me of her curse.

I settle the bowl on the desk, glancing at the inconvenience in my bed once again. Still, no fight brewing, what a waste. As much of a waste as my bed and her taking up space in my room. In the morning I shall tell her I will present her with death if she falls asleep in my bed ever again.

I place myself in the chair by my desk, letting the stone soak in water as I wipe down the blade of my scythe. As is work, I notice myself slowly inching toward my bed, toward the woman sleeping in my sheets. I'm interested in what sleep is, that is the reason I wish to be close to her, to watch what it is to sleep.

She will die, in the morning. She can be my next sacrifice. A good one at that. That is why I'm drawn toward her so often because Jashin wishes to have her.

I repeat the words - and my actions - as I sit next to my bed, spending the passing hours watching the night slowly bleed into the day. Watching the way the sunrise dances across her skin, the way it makes her hair glow.

Yes, she's an angel, one of Jashin's. That is why He wants her back. His angel escaped His heavens and lost her way upon her path. I do not blame Him for wanting her back. As soon as she wakes, I'll return her to Jashin, I'll give back what is His.

As the yellow of the sun starts to seep into the blue of the sky, she stirs. Her limbs move slowly like they haven't been oiled in a long time. A delicate wrist shifts upward, glowing beautifully in the sunlight as she rubs her eyes. It looks fragile like I could snap it without thinking, like my scythe could slice through it easier than water. Seeing her like this makes it hard to believe she's survived with the Akatsuki this long, that she spends her time among murderers and assassins, and that Pain's pet isn't a kitten.

"Hidan?" Her voice slides out. It's jagged, not as smooth but still as soft as it is during the day.

I'm going to rid the Earth of this witch that curses me with sickness, this freeloader that finds root in my bed, the dead weight clinging to the leader of the Akatsuki -

"Good morning. I'm sorry I fell asleep in your bed. I didn't mean to." Her voice cuts my thoughts off, her words wrapping themselves around my lungs and squeezing them.

- but not this morning. Perhaps I'll return her to Jashin this afternoon.

"Good morning," I echo, climbing to my feet. "Did you sleep well, Angel?" The word slips out before I can stop it, my voice being the one to strangle my lungs now.

Her head tilts, making the curtain of hair slide across her face. Her pink dusted, teeth grinned face. "Better than I have in a while."

"Why is that?"

"Because your bed smells like you."

I change my mind, I'm going to kill her after breakfast.

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I'm irritable today, and it only seems to get worse every time Pain touches Jashin's angel. I am not a man of science, I completely offer myself to my religion. Still, even I know how genetics work, and the longer I look at the two of them, the less similar they seem.

Is that why you're here, Jashin's Angel? Because a member of blood is in charge of all of us? Or is he your life partner? Do you love him? Why do you love such a person like Pain? Because his eyes search for you in every room? Because he pats your head when he finds you? Because the only time he smiles is when he speaks to you? If another performed those actions, would you love them too? Is mortal love that shallow? Does it waiver so much easier than my love for Jashin?

Pain's sights cross mine, his eyes freezing over when he figures out where I'm staring. His hand slithers up, wrapping around his pet's eyes, cutting off my view of their sparkle. He tilts her head back, making her neck extend. I swear the sun makes her skin shimmer like stones in a river.

I don't understand my Lord. Is this a test of my loyalty to you or a reward for my dedication? Perhaps my earlier thoughts were right. Perhaps she is a witch using spells to mess with my functions, my thoughts. Or perhaps she's a talented shinobi, able to use justus most cannot, just like Pain.

Pain, who has Jashin's Angel pressed against him, who has his hand around her eyes, has her head on his shoulder, whose lips are whispering things into her ear. Pain who I want to tear into pieces for myself, and not for Jashin. Pain who finally lets the wingless Angel go.

Her eyes aren't shiny like before, they're rather dull, a milked color from whatever he was telling her. Her smile is present, as always, but it doesn't affect me like it did this morning. No. This morning I wanted to cut the smile off of her face for the way it made me feel, but now? Now it makes me want to hurt Pain, makes me want to figure out what he said to dull the Heavens that seep for the Angel's being.

"I'm going on a walk," she starts, the noise in the room instantly falling mute. "I hope you all return safely from your missions." She bows her head, her hair curling around her again, and somehow picking up every ray of sun. 'Thank you's spill from the room as she stands straight, her smile different once again, just a drop of the one I saw this morning present in the one she's wearing.

She leaves the room, unlike usual, without Pain following her nor him waving Kakuzu after her; his silent command to my partner to watch his pet from the shadows as she adventurous outside 'alone'.

The longer she's gone without Kakuzu being sent after her, the harder it is to breathe. Again, this time it's different from this morning. It's not the lightheaded lack of air I felt when she wished me a good morning. It's... just different. It's the lack of air I felt leaving her alone in my room.

I don't care if she gets attacked, if she lives or dies, but it would be a waste of a sacrifice. If she is one of His angels, it might upset Him if a non-believer killed her. Yes. That's why I am uneasy about the situation. That is all, nothing else.

Once again, I do not understand my Lord. Why is Pain sending her alone? No one leaves the hideout alone, not even Pain. I do not understand what I am supposed to do. Have I been sent here to kill her? Or am I here to protect her? I need a sign, a hint in the direction you wish for me to follow. I do not understand. Please, Jashin.

I let out a soft sigh, finally pulling my eyes away from the exit, and letting them settle on the window outside. Perched on a branch is an oval-shaped bird. Its face marked with round eyes and almost horn-like feathers gives way to what it is; an owl, out in the daylight. I guess you can't be any more clear, can you, Jashin?

I go to move, my mind set on my orders to protect the Angel, but I'm stopped before I can even stand. Kakuzu's hand is wrapped around the arm of my chair, keeping it - and me - in place. He leans toward me, most of his focus still on the words Pain is saying. "It's a trap," he husks out, tone low and his body not daring to move even an inch.

"What?"

"It's a trap," he repeats, slowly letting go of my chair. "If you leave the meeting, he will use it to justify killing you, or as close to killing as you can get. He will spin it as you lacking loyalty," Kakuzu says, the words spilling out like slime from his mouth.

"Why?"

"He does not take kindly to his... Dearest getting attached to someone other than him."

I think over Kakuzu's words for a moment, my eyes locked on the Owl still perched outside. Jashin, I cannot follow after your Angel this time. I can't protect her if I am not around, please forgive me.

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I'm tucked around the corner from the open door, sitting in one of the shadows, my eyes locked on the Angel as she sits on the porch. Her hair is down, lightly swirling around because of the breeze running through it. It's going to the storm, but despite the greying air and the dark clouds in the sky, she still seems to glow. Maybe my Lord's Heavens does seep from her body.

"You're creeping me out," she says, her words carried backward by the breeze, catching me off guard. "You have been, all afternoon. Come sit or go find someone else to peep on."

Slowly I leave the darkness I failed to hide in, letting the sun envelope me the same way it doesn't her. I stand behind her, careful not to touch her in fear of Jashin becoming unhappy, in fear of her bursting into a pile of feathers before she leaves me for the Lord's Heavens.

"Phillipa - the owl that sleeps in the old dying tree," she starts, tilling her head up so her words reach me better. "He's very active this morning."

"Phillipa?"

She hums a yes, nodding her head a bit in agreement. "It's a foreigner's name. One from across the seas. I read it in a book once and thought it sounded cool when Pain said it."

That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. "I don't understand you mortals," I mumble, scanning the tree branches for this 'Phillipa', my hand buried in my hair so I can scratch my head. My Lord, your Angel is not the smartest person you've crossed my path with.

"What don't you understand about us?"

"Why you bother naming an owl, especially a name such as that. It's a waste naming something that's going to die so soon."

A soft "hmph" exits her lips, her head tilting to the side instead of being tilted towards me. "I guess you and Nag - er - Pain have a lot more in common than I thought."

"I don't understand." I'm starting to get ticked off with the day. It seems there's not much happening today I do understand.

"Hidan? Do you know my name?"

"No."

"No one does, not even Pain. He never bothered naming me. He's just always called me Dearest, since the very beginning."

Maybe my thoughts from earlier were wrong, maybe she is Pain's blood. That's what she's making it seem like. "Oh."

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her head snapping to the left. Angel is suddenly perky, her eyes scanning the hidden path that leads to the main paths of the forest.

"For what?" I ask, my eyes flickering between her and the area she's locked in so intensely.

"My brother's attempt at a trap this morning. He's quite upset I fell asleep in your bed last night. Give it a few days and he'll be back to normal again."

They are blood, and for whatever reason, it gives me that lightheaded airlessness from this morning. "There is something else I do not understand."

"What might that be?" Angel asks, balling herself up, knees to chest, and arms around her legs. Her eyes are still stuck on the edge of the forest. What might it be that has her so entranced?

"Why are you here? You do not go on missions, you do not work, you do not do house chores, and it seems you are not Pain's life partner, at least not an appropriate one. Why is it that Pain keeps you around?"

"Because we're family."

"That is not an answer!" I bark at her, my temper quickly slipping from my grasp. I hate this Angel you have sent me Jashin. She makes me sick, she makes it hard to breathe, she makes me feel lost, and she confuses me. I do not understand my Lord. What is it that you could see in her? What is it that you see me needing her for?

Her position doesn't change from my yelling or me fuming behind her. Her eyes don't even blink. "I'd be careful yelling. He doesn't take too kindly to people that raise their voices at me."

"Who?"

"Me." The single word sends shivers down my spine, Pain's low voice being the main cause of it, and his closeness to my ear being the backup cause. Forgive me for my anger towards you, Jashin, and please grant me the ability to survive whatever I'm about to be put through.

"Hidan?" His Angel calls again, her voice feeling like a cure to some of the dread-filled anticipation brewing in my veins. "Love."

"What?"

"The answer to your question. It's love. My brother keeps me around because he loves me."

"No, I don't," Pain grumbles, his hand gripping the back of my neck, fingernails digging into my skin.

Angel's cure no longer works as I'm being dragged backward, but still, she's the last thing I see before the door slams closed. Please Jashin, forgive me for my anger and help me survive the actions about to be taken against me so I can continue learning from and watching over your Angel.

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Being buried alive hasn't been all that bad. It's given me a lot of time to talk to Jashin. A lot. It's also given me a lot of time to think about... Jashin's Angel.

Maybe I'm reading into it too much. Maybe it's all been a coincidence. Maybe my thoughts are just my disconnection from Jashin since I haven't been able to make a sacrifice in... a while. Maybe. I don't know how long I've been down here. Long enough to make my stomach grumble. Perhaps Pain will succeed at killing me.

What about His Angel though? What is His plan for us? She doesn't talk much. Most of the time I'm not even sure she's breathing. She doesn't even have a name. Even I have a name. That is something everybody has. Perhaps Dearest is her name. Tell me, Angel, are you Jashin's Dearest too?

The sound of shifting dirt rattles through the small space Pain left me with. It's not an uncommon sound, I've come to learn. I have thought about the cause of the noise for a while too; footsteps over me, the Earth adjusting itself, animals catching my scent and attempting to dig me up, shovels.

Shovels? The curved metal end of a shovel pokes through the dirt, barely an inch away from my face. Who's on the other side? Pain? Kakuzu? Jashin? The next time the shovel digs into the Earth, the end of it knocks into my nose, sending a small river of blood down my cheek. Definitely Kakuzu.

"Be more careful you old bastard!" I yell, shifting myself around to help him dig me out. It doesn't take long before I can pop out of the Earth, the soil spilling out of my hair and tumbling back to the ground. "What took you so damn long to find me?" I grumble, shaking my hair and my clothes to help more excess dirt fall off of me.

"I had to talk Itachi into letting me borrow his crow."

My focus sticks on the ground, the voice answering my question most definitely not being Kakuzu. Slowly, I lift my head, the recently common lightheaded airlessness filling my chest. Standing in front of me is Jashin's Angel, wrapped up in her white bedroom robe. Very unfitting to play in the dirt, but certainly helps her look even more like an Angel. Curled in her shadows with its hair standing on end is very much not a crow.

"Calm down. It's just a transformation jutsu," she mutters, dropping her hands into the release sign. A puff of clouds wraps around the beast, Itachi's crow appearing once the air clears the space. "Crows aren't exactly known for being able to track scents."

"I thought you were Kakuzu."

She rolls her eyes, tapping her shoulder like I've seen Itachi do. The crow happily flaps his wings, gently landing on Angel's shoulder before rubbing its beak against her cheek. "My bad, would you like me to fetch your Prince Charming for you?" Perhaps she talks more than I thought. I shake my head no, somehow more dirt falls out of my hair. "Then stop complaining."

I slowly climb to my feet, letting myself hover closer to her than usual. The ends of her robe are filthy, as are her house slippers, both cakes in bed. A bag catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. My eyes flicker between the bag and the Angel as I try to piece the situation together. It's a big bag and a heavy one from what it seems. Is that why Itachi's crow was a beast instead of just a dog? "What's with the bag?"

"My brother is a psychopath. Well... you all are psychopaths."

"What does that have to do with the bag?"

"It's my apology present from Pain. For using me. As a pawn. Because he doesn't like you."

"The bag... is a present... that is here with us."

"Of course not, dumbie. What's in the bag was my apology present. I have no use for him and he cannot live after being around the Akatsuki, so I figured he could be of use to you. There's also a sandwich in there for you but it's probably crushed," she mutters the last part, turning in a slow circle before looking at the bird perched on her shoulder.

After a moment or two, the crow takes off from her shoulder, flying low enough to be in her sights and paced enough for her to peacefully walk behind it. "Come back or don't. The choice is yours," she adds on, lifting the hood of her robe, the material perfectly flowing down to rest on her head before she turns away, starting her trip back to the hideout.

I watch her walk away until she's shielded by the darkness and the branches of the forest. Even then I look after her for a moment. What - I guess it would be who - is it that you have regifted to me, Angel? I bend down, carefully unzipping the bag left stranded on the ground by her. As promised, a cloth-wrapped meal is awaiting me, sitting on top of the stomach of a very awake man.

Pinned to the cloth is a note in neat loopy handwriting. Sacrifice, in case you couldn't figure that out on your own. What a thoughtful Angel Jashin has led across my path.

I can feel the corners of my mouth turning up, because of the sacrifice I'm going to make, because of the muffled screams and begs from the man I'm about to kill, no other reason.

#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #hidan x reader #hidan oneshot #hidan

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depressedhatakekakashi · 7 months

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what's your favorite ship in the naruto franchise? why?

Kakagai without question

Canon Reason’s I love them

Solid support for each other

Happily call each other out on their BS but also apologize when they realize they over stepped

Only ever seen fighting back to back with Each other

Best friends to lovers trope has me in a choke hold on this one

Gai forgets pretty much everyone he faces but cannonly Kakashi is the only one he recognized before even officially hearing his name and i think that’s beautiful

When Kakashi was told he would be leading the tactical division of the war alliance he said he’d only do it if Gai was his second in Command

The piggy back from Suna to Konoha was delightful.

Gai and Kakashi have one of the heslthiest bonds in the manga and while i can def enjoy a toxic bond i think they both have been through enough. They deserve some healthy love in their lives.

Carried each other (literally) through the war when they were too exhausted to keep standing on their own

Anime reasons

Kakashi is actuvely silly with Gai. And i don’t just slightly silly, but openly and unapologetically silly. The race across Konoha and their sushi eating contest are prime examples of this

Gai was the only one to recognize that Kakashi might need a pick me up after finding out he was going to be the next Hokage

When Gai expressed concern that they wouldn’t be able to continue their rivalry after Kakashi became Hokage, Kakashi made sure to assure Gai their rivalry would never end and he would always need and want Gai at his side

Kakashi dropped everything to go to Gai when he got his S.O.S turtle while in a meeting with Tsunade

When Gai needed reassurance that his dad wasn’t as lame as people said he was Kakashi was there to tell him proudly that he thought his dad was ‘the coolest shinobi ever’

Gai literally felt Kakashi’s death in a similar way to Kurenai feeling Asuma’s death. This was shown in Manga sort of, but better portrayed in the Anime.

Just *waved hands towards all of the Rock Lee show*

When Gai told the kids the story of Tanabanta he literally put himself and Kakashi in the roles of Orihime and Hikaboshi and i think that’s friggen adorable.

Novels

When Kakashi allowed himself to be captured the first time in Kakashi hidan he did not worry at all because he knew Gai had his back.

Kakashi ramming his face into Gai’s butt accidentally will always be hilarious to me snd he is never going to live it down.

Gai complaining about ‘genius’’ to the enemy while fighting them and Kakashi just rolling his eyes and going ‘now? Right now? RESLLY GAI!?’

#Kakagai

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sebastianmichaelisslander · 13 days

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for the ask game: grell for character and redcliff for ship :3

Aaah ofc! 🙏🏼💫 I’m still doing this though it’s been a while, btw!

Grelle

How I feel about this character:

first off, I think she’s beautiful, fr. Even before I got into Kuro, I saw her design and thought she was so pretty - and that was shortly before I started reading the manga.

I also think that she’s more complex than she gets credit for. When I write her, I like portraying what’s going on behind her queen facade - delve deeper into her psyche, her fears, how she really feels about every situation she’s in… I also think she’s very quick to act and has ended up saving her colleagues’ asses more than once, but that also means she’s impulsive and gets herself into far too much trouble.

Although she doesn’t show it, she really does regret letting her temper and jealousy get the better of her. She never got the love or support so many others she knew did, which is part of why she was resentful of her victims and others who had what she didn’t.

I also think she seems like the sort who, despite her shortcomings, has a great capacity for love and is loyal to a fault. I love showing all her layers and giving her even more.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Honestly, the only people I do ship her romantically with are William or Angelina. However, I don’t mind her with others she’s commonly paired off with, such as Mey-Rin (though I personally can’t see it sometimes), Sebastian (even if how Grelle is portrayed in fics with him often annoys me), Nina, Hannah, Undertaker, or anyone else lol.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Othello or Ronald would defo be her platonic soulmates, lol.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

She indeed is crazy about Sebastian, but more in an, “I want to fuck him and then bisect him with my scythe à la the black widow spider” sort of way. Does she wanna bang him? Yeaaaah. But by no means is she actually that into him romantically, lol.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish her inner life and backstory haven’t been explored more in the manga. Not only would this have the Grelle lovers more content, but it’ll also give us more to understand her better. I also want her to get the happy ending I think she deserves. 😭

My OTP:

Grelliam. 😂 tho I’m a multishipper at heart.

My crossover ship:

Don’t really have one. I do think Grelle and Hidan from Naruto would be fucking funny, though.

A headcanon fact:

Not my own headcanon, but some of my mutuals on here hc that Grelle is of Russian origin and can even speak the language. Which I love. I also like the German Grelle hc equally, lol.

Now, for the ship part.

Redcliff

When I started shipping it if I did:

After Angelina’s death in the manga. So much angst potential.

My thoughts:

I’ve always remembered wondering if those two did have something else going on. It even seemed as though their relationship transcended what’s platonic. However, though I do like the pairing, I don’t usually seek out that many fanfics for it as two weirdly specific pairings (Grelliam and SebTaker) are the only ones I think of 24/7.

I think they could either be incredibly wholesome or extremely toxic depending on how they’re written in specific fics and given the nature of their rapport. There’s so much potential to explore it in several different ways. Plus… the ANGST.

Things done in fanfic that annoy me:

Can’t really think of any atm, tbh.

Things I look for in fanfic:

I really want another, “what if Angelina lived?” AU, fr. I also like Bizarre Doll!Angelina fics.

Whom l'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Don’t @ me, but (alive) Angelina and Undertaker would be funny. 😂 /hj

Actually, I don’t really ship Angie with anyone except Grelle. But as for Grelle, defo William.

My happily ever after for them:

They’d probably actually try to make whatever they have going on a healthy, functional relationship if Angie lives. As for whether they have a family… maybe there’s the whole, “Grelle finds a baby and decides to keep it” thing.

Who is the big spoon / little spoon?

Grelle is definitely the big spoon. Angie sometimes takes over though, lol.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?

Lots of things. They both would read tacky magazines and penny dreadfuls together, give each other their observations while people-watching, go shopping, probably do art together… another one would be Angie braiding Grelle’s hair and making her feel so pretty while doing it. 🥹

That’s it for now! Do send in more 😁 💓

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #this #Angelina Dallas #grelle sutcliff #William t spears #ask games #shipping #Redcliff #grelliam

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Authpr: TommyToya

Platform: Ao3

Status: COMPLETE- 11 chapters, 93,400 words

Fandom: Naruto

Ship: SasuNaru

Rating: Mature

Summary: Naruto continued forward until he felt his knees give out. He stumbled to the ground and tried to keep himself upright but it was no use. Footsteps rushed toward him and he rolled over to see Hidan approaching. His furious expression promised nothing short of murder. He looked like he’d walked straight out of a nightmare. Naruto scooted back pathetically but froze instantly when Hidan pointed the silver revolver at him. This was it. It was finally over. “I’ll make it quick,” Hidan said gently as he panted above him. “And I’ll be right behind you.” Naruto gazed up at the slate blue early morning sky. Everything was silent. His eyes slipped closed and when Hidan cocked the hammer back and the sharp metal clink reached Naruto’s ears, he didn’t even flinch. Or… Naruto struggles to break free of his his toxic, abusive relationship and tries his hardest to put his life back together. He meets a tall, handsome, dark-haired stranger and as he slowly tries to move on from his past, Naruto’s demons reappear with a deadly vengeance.

I completely loved this story. The writing style is beautiful and everything I wish I had, the characters are believable and their interactions are very well done. The angst is top notch and the sasunaru is just *chefs kiss*.

It's set in a modern time, with themes of stalking, domestic violence, abuse, and a few lemons sprinkled in so it is more of a heavy topic, but the work is incredible.

#fanfiction #fanfic review #not my work #go check them out on ao3 #naruto #writeblr #sasunaru #sasuke uchiha #narusasu #angst

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generalneptek · 3 days

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I forgot why I shipped hidan and kakuzu BUT DAMN now I know. T-toxic yaoi.... Hate smex ... Married couple hating each other so much... DAMN I CANT CONTAIN MYSELF

#naruto #naruto shippuden #kakuzu #hidan #akatsuki #kakuhidan

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uchiwife · 1 year

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𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗦, 𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗦.

『“I give my all now, can't you see. Why won't you set me free? You got power, you got power, you got power over me.

You're the one that seduced me, lured me in with your beauty. Now I know that you used me, all you did was confuse me.You're no longer what I need, touch me slow, feel my heart bleed.”』

Pairings: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Itachi, Haruno Sakura/Hidan

Tags: modern au, heavy angst, attempt at humor, light fluff, established relationships.

Warnings: toxic relationships, gaslighting, verbal abuse, verbal humiliation, emotional infidelity, cheating, self-esteem issues, implied/referenced domestic violence, implied sexual content, panic attacks, Hidan swears, etc.

Word count: 3,427.

Sakura wasn't noisy, at least not when she was trying to sneak out as she was currently trying to do. She'd woken up with a rush of panic when she'd realized what time it was and that she wasn't supposed to be here. Sakura would have liked to say that she was agile and could get out of any tight spot, but that wasn't quite true. The young woman could be cruelly clumsy. In fact, it was this clumsiness that had caused her to stub her big toe on the bedside table.

“Ouch.” she grumbled under her breath.

“Sakura?” called a voice. It sounded sleepy and husky. She heard him more than she saw him move in the bed, probably because of the rustle of the sheets. She risked a glance over her shoulder and her heart skipped a beat. ”Where are you going?”

She shouldn't have looked. He was terribly attractive in the morning light. His raven locks fell before his eyes, slightly disheveled after their night together, and the sheet hid only his modesty, so she was free to admire his bare torso and the little hickey just above his collarbone. If her eyes went any lower.... ahem. She'd better not. She'd been completely distracted from her original plan.

“Huh... Home?”

“Won't you stay for breakfast?”

“I'm sorry, I can't. I won't have time. I have to go home, shower and change, I have an appointment this morning.”

“ I can drive you home, if you like? Wait, just let me...” He made a move to get up, but Sakura stopped him short.

“NO!” he seemed surprised by her outburst, she flushed, correcting herself: “Sorry. I mean, no, thank you. I don't want to bother you.”

“I don't mind, angel. I wouldn't have offered otherwise.”

“That's sweet, really, but don't worry,” she replied, flustered by the pet name. It wasn't the first time she'd heard it, but it always gave her butterflies in her stomach.

He frowned. She was weird this morning, in fact, now that he thought about it, she was often weird once morning came. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to grab her hand and draw her between his legs. He placed a kiss on her belly and felt her shiver in response. He smiled. So responsive. Sakura's hands reflexively clung to his shoulders.

“Are you sure you're okay? You know you can talk to me if you have a problem.”

She nodded and he felt her fingers brush against the nape of his neck, then she slid them into his hair. Her touch light and gentle. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, “I know, but I'm fine, love, I promise. I just don't like being late.”

“Hm. What kind of appointment is it anyway?”

“Oh. It's…” she seemed to think for a moment, which was odd too. Why would she forget an appointment she seemed so eager to go to? “The gynecologist.”

He arched an eyebrow at that. “Ah. So you're going to show my pussy to someone else?” he teased. It didn't fail. Sakura slapped him on the shoulder in retaliation, but couldn't hide her blush.

“Itachi!” she scolded him, mortified and scandalized.

He chuckled. “Just kidding.” well, half-joking... Her pussy really was his after all. He'd proved that fact last night. And at other times, in other sometimes incongruous places, but that's another story...

“You're crazy.” she pouted.

“Aa. Crazy in love.” he nestled his nose against her body, loving the smell of her and the feel of her fingers in his hair.

And there it is again; that feeling. The one that makes her heart beat a little faster, but also fills her with a dreadful guilt.

“You have to tell him.”

“I can't.”

“He'll find out one day. It's better if he finds out from you.”

“Angel?”

“Sorry, what?” She blinked, returning to the present, but the guilt still weighed on her. Itachi watched her with concern. She hadn't even noticed that he'd stood up and that his hand was caressing her cheek.

“What's wrong, Sakura?”

“I—”

♪ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 ♪

♪ 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 ♪

♪ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 ♪

♪ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘦. ♪

She looked down at her cell phone, whose sudden ringing caught her attention. She turned livid as she saw the name of the incoming call on the screen, which worried Itachi even more.

“I'm sorry. I have to take this call. It's important.”

“What? No, wait, we were talking.”

“it's really important!” she quickly pecked his lips in apology and left to lock herself in the adjoining bathroom.

She took a deep breath then pressed the "pick up" button.

“Fucking finally! What took you so long to pick up?”

She winced at the harsh tone. “Sorry. My phone was in my bag, I didn't hear it.” She lied.

“Where are you?”

“Huh... not home.”

He scoffed, “No shit? Why the fuck aren't you home?”

Sakura felt her heartbeat quicken and a knot form in her stomach. Her fingers tightened on her phone. "I'm on my way... I needed to run a quick errand.”

“At 8am?” snapped the voice. “You think I'm stupid? I bet last night you went out with that blonde bitch again.”

“Ino isn’t a bitch! Don't talk about her like that!”

He sneered, "That's funny. I didn't say her name and yet you know exactly who I'm talking about. You know I hate it when you hang out with that loser. She's a bad influence on you.”

It wasn't the first time Sakura had felt anger. She hated that he spoke so badly of her best friend. Ino was practically everything to her. He had no right!

“She's my best friend! And she's there for me when you...!” she paused suddenly, as if remembering where she was and who she was talking to,

“When I what? Go on, finish your sentence. I fucking dare you.”

She didn't reply. She didn't have time for this. Nor to deal with it. Least of all here. Especially not here. She was doing her best not to speak too loudly.

“Look, forget it. I'll be home soon.”

“Coward,” he spat. And as usual, he belittled her. She was so used to it by now.

“I don't want to argue, Hidan.”

“Then get your ass home.”

She ignored his vulgar words and said instead,

“I thought you weren't coming home until tonight.”

He snorted, “I finished earlier than expected.So imagine my fucking surprise when I came home only to find our bed empty and my girlfriend missing.”

She cast a quick, worried glance at the closed bathroom door. She had to leave. If Hidan found out where she was and with whom, he'd kill her for sure.

“I'm sorry…” She could only apologize, in fact, that was all she did, apologize. Even when it wasn't her fault. She preferred to avoid unnecessary conflict with Hidan. When he got angry, he could get violent, and she knew better than to provoke his anger.

“Are you now? And what are you going to do to make it up to me, eh?”

“Anything you want…” she replied in a small voice because she already knew what he would want. And the very idea repulsed her to the core.

And she was right, because she heard him laugh and she hated that laugh. It made her shiver and not in a good way. “Anything I want, hm?” He was probably running his tongue over his lips, already imagining the positions he'd take her in. Each more humiliating than the last.

“I think I want to fuck you and punish you, and not necessarily in that order, but mostly fuck you. So hurry back, you wouldn't want to upset me any more, do you, Dollface? Who knows, if you're a good girl, maybe you'll get a reward.”

“Hidan; I’m not…I haven't been feeling well lately, maybe we could postpone this for another time.” It was a poor excuse. But she had to try. She didn't want him to touch her. She'd managed so brilliantly to avoid intimacy with him so far.

“You're a selfish bitch, you know that!? Sometimes, I don't feel well either and yet I go to work to bring home money so you can buy your shit! Do you see me complaining? No! And what do I get in return? An ungrateful bitch who won't even blow me when I ask her to! Is this how you thank people who work their asses off for you, Sakura? Is my girlfriend going to be that ungrateful when her boyfriend is nothing but generous, hmm?”

He spat out the words "girlfriend" and "boyfriend" as if they were some vast parody. Each word was meaner than the last, and despite herself, she felt hurt. It wasn't long before tears blurred her vision. Her situation, this situation, was unbearable. He was mean, he abused her and insulted her incessantly whenever she had the misfortune to do one little thing wrong. Did he love her or was she just a trophy for him? Was she just a hole he could empty himself into whenever he felt like it, even when she didn't? He criticized her cooking, the way she cleaned the house, he even dared to criticize her studies and told her that if she'd failed her exam, it was because she wasn't smart and bright enough. And maybe it was true, part of her had come to believe it, but the other part was aware that it was because she was constantly under pressure. She lived in fear. Fear of saying the wrong thing and having her day ruined. By him. It was as if she were trapped in this relationship. She couldn't get out.

The first time she tried, he came back crying. He'd apologized profusely and said he had a problem but it wasn't his fault. That he was just like his asshole father and that he was sorry he'd hurt her. He'd even begged her, told her he loved her, that she was the woman of his life and that without her, he was nothing. That he would never lay a hand on her again.

He'd promised. He'd pursued her for weeks. Showering her with gifts and attention. And like a fool, she'd gone back to him. Forgave him. Because she loved him. When he wasn't being a monster, Hidan was the most loving man on the planet. At least, when she met him six years ago, that's how it was. Then, after a few years, everything turned upside down and her dream turned into a nightmare. Now, if she had the misfortune to be overzealous, as he called it, and if he was already angry because of his work or anything else to begin with, he could slap her and blame it on her. He'd say it was her fault because she'd pissed him off, that if she wasn't so annoying then he wouldn't have done anything. Once, he even accused her of not really loving him because she'd taken too long to forgive him for one of his countless screw-ups. That if she truly loved him the way he loved her, then she wouldn't be so "difficult". Perhaps the worst was when he called her crazy and told her she was overreacting. Yes, Hidan had become her living nightmare, but Itachi, oh, Itachi... he was her salvation.

Itachi.

Oh.

She was in his house. In his bathroom. God. She had to get out of here!

“I... I have to go.”

“Oi you fucking cunt, don't you dare hang—!”

Too late. She'd hung up before she'd heard the end of his sentence. She'd pay for it later, she knew, but right now, she had to go. And quickly!

She wiped away her tears and unlocked the door, rushing outside but nearly stumbling as she collided with a muscular torso. Two arms steadied her on her feet. She raised her head slowly and her emerald eyes met his darker ones. She froze when she saw Itachi's cold, hard face. But there was something else too. Betrayal.

Her stomach dropped. He knows. Fuck, he knows. With a lump in her throat and tears in the corners of her eyes, she asked with a shaky voice:

“How much did you hear…?”

“How long have you been locked in the bathroom?” he replied, his tone sharp and to the point. She flinched.

“I... it's not…”

He laughed humorlessly, "What I think?”

“Please…”

He shook his head. “I'm only going to ask you this once, Sakura, and I hope you'll have the decency not to lie to my face.”

Her heart was about to explode. Fear gripped her. It was over. He was going to leave her. He was going to abandon her. He was going to…–

“Look at me.” She did. His voice was much softer than she'd expected, yet it remained firm. Emerald met onyx. She held his gaze as best she could, and it was the hardest thing in the world.

“Are you in a relationship? I'm the other guy, aren't I?” He seemed disgusted by the term itself. And how could he not be? She'd started an affair with him when she already had Hidan but it was so much more complicated than that.

And although she knew her world was about to crumble, she couldn't bring herself to lie to him. Not anymore. She didn't even notice that her tears had rolled down her cheeks as she nodded. “Yes…”

She was struck by the raw pain in Itachi's eyes. And that look. The disappointment in his eyes... the pain she was inflicting on him. It was killing her. He jerked away from her, but she clung to his shirt, surely he'd dressed at some point during her phone call. But who cared now? All she wanted to do was stop him from leaving.

“Please, hear me out! I... I can explain.”

“Sakura, let go.”

No! He refused to listen. He couldn't refuse to listen to her, he couldn't abandon her. He couldn't. Especially not him. She shook her head, gripped by a sudden panic, it was as if the air no longer reached her lungs. She couldn't breathe. Her vision was blurred by tears and all she knew was that she was clinging to Itachi as if her life depended on it.

His whole body tensed as she wrapped her arms around him. She disgusted him, didn't she? He couldn't stand her closeness anymore? She'd ruined everything. She was worthless. Hidan was right. She was pathetic and good for nothing. Her shoulders trembled, her body shaking with uncontrollable sobs.

“I love you. I l-love you. I love you s-so much. I c-can't imagine living in a w-world where you don't e-exist. I can't bear the thought of a l-life without your arms a-around m-me. I'm sorry, I'm so s-sorry. Please, Itachi. Please don't leave me. I can, I can explain e-everything to you, I know I don't deserve it, I know I don't deserve you. I know I'm n-nothing, but to me you're everything. I'll do anything for you. I'll do anything you want. So p-please let me, let me…” She could no longer speak or breathe. She was going to die, God, she was going to die. And why did she feel so numb? Why was she so hot all of a sudden?

“Ra... ! Sakura!” she felt someone shake her. She thought she heard Itachi's voice, but it seemed so far away. Why did he look so panicked and worried? He shouldn't be. He should hate her. He should let her die on the floor. That's all she deserved.

***

Itachi felt betrayed, his heart broken into so many pieces that he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to rebuild it. Sakura already had a man in her life. He was just her dirty little secret. Had she been lying all this time? What else had she lied about? Was that why she'd never introduced him to her friends? Or even her family? They hadn't been together for long; in fact they should have celebrated their one-year dating anniversary next month. And his world was suddenly turned upside down.

He'd always known there was something off with Sakura but he could never have imagined such a thing. He felt disappointed, but mostly hurt. Shit, he loved this woman. He was in love with her. He thought he was going to make a life with her. And now, all of a sudden, he finds out she's already with someone? He hadn't wanted to spy on her, he really hadn't but he'd been so worried about her and her behavior that he'd ended up eavesdropping.

It didn't take a genius to understand the context of this conversation. All he'd heard was Sakura's voice, but the sound must have been set pretty high, or her boyfriend – (his heart clenched painfully)– was shouting loud enough on the phone for him to catch a sentence or two.

She looked so small and fragile. He barely recognized her voice, it was familiar, but he thought he'd never felt her so... fearful. But of what? He'd always sensed this sensitivity in Sakura, but he'd never realized how much she could withdraw from the world when she seemed cornered.

And now, here they were. She was confessing to him that she was with another man. No, he was the "other man", he thought bitterly. It wasn't what he'd thought. Really? It was such a cliché.

“Sakura, let go.”

From that moment on, everything went to hell. He never thought he'd see so much panic in her eyes. Worse, she was scared. He'd even felt her flinch. Was she afraid... of him? The very idea twisted his guts. Yes, he was disappointed, he felt betrayed to the core and his heart bled so much it hurt, but never, NEVER would he hurt her. Even if he was in pain. He just wanted her to leave so he could calm down, think about the situation, maybe even cry, but that recoiling gesture she had, as if she'd feared he'd hit her.... It made him sick.

Every word was another blow to his heart. She looked so broken and desperate when she cried out her love to him. But something was wrong. She trembled and gasped for air. A feeling of panic rose in him. Shit! She was having a panic attack. A big one at that. He grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to pull her back to him, but to no avail. No matter how many times he called her name, she couldn't hear him. She sobbed loudly and clutched at her heart. His concern outweighed everything else.

He wrapped an arm around her and sat them down on the floor. He knelt before her and cupped her face.

“Sakura, listen to me. Focus on my voice. I need you to calm down. I need you to breathe. Breathe slowly. Can you do that for me?”

He spoke softly, his voice trying to be as soothing and calm as possible. He couldn't give in to his own panic. It wasn't going to help anyone. It was a little while before he noticed that his voice was finally reaching her. He rubbed circles against her back, attentive to her every reaction.

“Look at me, that's it. Focus on my voice. 1,2, Take a deep breath in. 3,4, breathe out. Again. Good. Breathe slowly, breathe for me, baby. It’s going to be okay. Just keep going.”

Sakura followed the sound of his voice, clinging desperately to his every word, his soothing tone. She was breathing for him. An eternity seemed to pass before she finally calmed down. Her eyelids were heavy. She felt so tired. Itachi whispered sweet nothings in her ear and stroked her back. She leaned lightly against him. He was strong. Solid. Reliable. He was her anchor.

“Stay... stay with me…” she murmured. Her eyelids grew heavier by the second. She even thought she felt Itachi's lips kiss her forehead and speak to her;

“I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Rest, Angel. We'll talk when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

And that was the last thing Sakura heard before surrendering to sleep. Oblivious to the world and to itachi carrying her to lie in bed.

#itasaku #uchiha itachi x haruno sakura #itachi x sakura #itachi uchiha #sakura haruno #sakura haruno x hidan #hidan naruto #naruto modern au #sakura haruno angst #naruto fanfiction #reblogging makes the tumblr go round #please reblog

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mixelation · 1 year

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Does the fact that Toris Clone Heart pretty much keeps killing (or at least poisoning) Zetsus translate over that her blood would be toxic as well? As in, could she give blood transfusions or would the recipient just keel over? Because even the white Zetsus keep wilting, and they are pretty much just Hashirama cells. Or are Senju just allergic to her?

I once started to write a scene to answer this question where Tori drugged Hidan and gave him a blood transfusion (because who cares if anything happens to an immortal?) But this scenario just opened up NEW questions about how Hidan's blood-based powers work.

But yes, a whole blood transfusion from Tori would go very poorly for any Narutoland people.

#fic: plasticity

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greatideas-badwriter · 1 year

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Worth The Risk: Chapter 6

Unsurprisingly, Sakura didn't sleep well at Sasuke's house. She knows he doesn't own it, but she didn't know how else to refer to it yet, so that's what she called it. The woman hadn't slept well at her apartment, either. The paranoia wouldn't allow it. The thought that the object of her terror could burst through the door at any moment constantly kept Sakura on her toes. She even sleeps with a knife under her pillow. That wasn't something she just picked up.

Ever since the woman woke up a few years ago to- 'Don't think about that now. You'll start panicking. Focus on cleaning.'

It's been two weeks since she moved in, and despite the lack of rest, Sakura could honestly say she appreciates Sasuke for hooking her up with this job. Sure, most of the people she ran into were intimidating, but they left her alone, so she followed the rules and kept her head down and mouth shut.

The only thing that'd happened was Hidan made a grab for her backside when she was scrubbing a particularly difficult stain on the kitchen floor. When she yelped in surprise and scurried away from him, Sasuke, who'd been doing schoolwork at the table, gave the silver-haired man a terrifying threat to back off.

If she'd been on the receiving end of those words, Sakura might've peed her pants. Apparently, Hidan felt the same way because he apologized shortly after and hasn't tried anything like that since.

A few of the men here, Sakura liked more than the others. For example, Sasori and Deidara, art majors at school, didn't frighten her as Hidan, Tobi, and sometimes even Sasuke did because they were too obsessed with their work and one another.

Blushing, the woman shook her head and tried to forget the image of the two in a very indecent state in the den. She'd been so stunned and embarrassed that she nearly fainted. Sasuke laughed at her face so hard that he was in tears.

On the sixth day of her residency, she came to understand why they made her sign a non-disclosure agreement.

While removing cobwebs from the ceilings with one of those long-handled dusters, she overheard Yahiko, Sasuke, and Nagato conversing. Though she couldn't make out everything they said, the words "exsanguination" and "got the message" were enough to make the girl scamper away from the area. She didn't want to know because then she'd be even more uncomfortable and on edge than she already was.

On the topic of Sasuke, the man was so hot-and-cold that it gave her emotional whiplash. He's annoying and flirty when they're alone, but he's icy and terrifying when anyone else is around. Sakura was too afraid to ask about it. After a few days of the odd occurrence, she picked up on the pattern and tried to adapt so things would go smoothly between them.

Their relationship, if it could be called that, was toxic, and Sakura was well aware of the fact. When Hidan laid eyes on her in the hallway and asked the Uchiha man if he had a death wish, she knew he'd brought her there for purely selfish reasons. That, plus the fact that he barely pulled back on the flirting when she'd requested it, was all she needed to see to understand how his mind works.

In his eyes, he owns her until that contract runs out.

That meant, to a certain degree, that he'd say and do whatever he wanted. It also meant he didn't care if her feelings were hurt or if she was scared. Either she catered to his personality and desires, or she'd likely have the worst year of her life.

So, Sakura did it even though it left her more disheartened by the day.

The moment any other person came into a room they were in, she'd lower her head, close her mouth, and focus solely on whatever task she was working on. When they were alone, it's not like she spoke much, but she didn't have to physically make herself appear meek and could work more leisurely.

Sasuke was becoming irritated by her increasing silence, no matter the setting. Of course, he didn't say anything because that would mean he cared if she wanted to converse with him, but his temper became shorter with each passing day.

The aura of anger constantly hanging in the air made Sakura feel similar to how she had back home, living under the same roof as her ex and having to tip-toe around him.

'It's just one year. That's it. Survive for one year, save as much money as possible, and then move to another new city. Make another fresh start.' With the amount of money she was making, it wasn't as hard to do. All she had to do was keep her resolve strong.

That's what Sakura thought until Thursday night on week three of her stay. In the dead of the night, a loud crash downstairs woke her with a start, followed by muffled, panicked voices. She recognized Sasuke's and Kisame's. Don't ask what possessed her to grab the knife under her pillow and sneak downstairs to investigate because she won't have an answer, but she did it.

After meeting the floor level of the house, she could finally understand their words.

"-do we do?! He'll bleed out, and Zetsu's not here!"

"Should we risk taking him to the hospital?"

"The police will investigate this kind of thing."

"If we don't do something soon, he'll die, Kisame!"

Inching closer, Sakura peeked into the den, only to gasp and rush out when she realized they were holding up Itachi, who was bleeding heavily from some type of wound to his abdomen. The conscious men looked her way, Sasuke barking, "Go upstairs!"

This was her first time seeing Itachi in person because he'd been on an assignment out of town all this time, but she'd seen photos of him.

'If what they said is true, then I have to help! I can't just sit here and let him die!'

"Sasuke, I-" "I said fuck off, Sakura!" He was putting pressure on the wound with shaking hands, obviously panicking.

At that moment, the pink-haired woman disregarded the contract and the rules. All she cared about was the fear Sasuke desperately tried to mask and that dying man's life. 'I shouldn't give a damn that he's upset, but it really bothers me for some reason. It makes me feel sick.'

"Lay him on his side. Where's the first-aid kit?" She spoke firmly.

The men gave her incredulous looks, but she glared, "Where is it? He needs help right now!"

Kisame answered, ignoring Sasuke's burning gaze, "Above the fridge."

Sakura hurried to retrieve it before returning to the living room. With trembling hands, she tore Itachi's shirt to see that it was a bullet wound causing the bleeding. Eyes glued to the dark red blood, she opened the kit and pulled on some gloves, "Is the bullet still inside?"

Sasuke was knelt across from her, his expression threatening to murder her if she did anything to hurt his brother, "No."

After cleaning around the wound, she asked, "Was it in one piece?"

"Yes."

'That's good. It'd be awful if it'd fragmented. Even a hospital wouldn't be able to save him in time.'

Tears of fright in her eyes, Sakura recalled all her medical knowledge while treating the wound. An hour later, Itachi was still alive with a freshly stitched bullet wound and a cold sweat on his pale skin. By that time, a few others had arrived to oversee her work.

Trembling with blood spots on her face, hands, arms, and clothes, the woman moved away from the injured man, "H-He, um, he needs a transfusion as soon as possible. If you wait until you're at the hospital and give him a superficial head wound, tell them you're not sure how long he'd been injured before you found him, and they'll give him one without even inspecting the wound first, just to be safe."

Kisame and Tobi carefully picked the man up and began carrying him out to one of the cars while Sasuke followed. At the door, he turned to give Sakura an expression she'd never seen before, which she couldn't read even if someone paid her for it. Then, they were gone, rushing to the hospital to save Itachi's life.

Sniffling, the woman tried wiping her tears with the back of her forearm since she was covered in blood before returning all the remaining supplies to the first-aid kit.

'That's the first time I've seen someone else's blood in person. …It was kind of scary….'

Yahiko and Konan remained in the family room, silently watching as she retrieved cleaning supplies from the storage room to begin an arduous attempt to scrub the blood from the carpet. Even if Sasuke was away, the woman knew better than to meet either of the intimidating duo's eyes or to speak without first being addressed, so she worked quietly, letting the tears run freely down her cheeks because it was impossible to keep wiping at them.

Konan's husky, attractive voice met her ears a minute later, "Have you done this type of work before?"

Keeping her head down, Sakura denied it, "I'm going to school to be a doctor. This was my first time...um…."

"I see. I wasn't aware."

She listened as the pair left her alone in the den to continue cleaning. With no one there to witness it, the woman burst into sobs, the thick tears blurring her vision. If Itachi doesn't survive, they will kill her, and she knows it.

Her good intentions meant nothing.

"Your friend's lucky you found him in time. Any longer, and he might not have made it." The gray-haired nurse explained to the group of men in the waiting area of the emergency room at the hospital, "It just goes to show that no wound, big or small, should be ignored. The cut wasn't that deep but left unattended like it was, it could've been fatal."

Relief flooded Sasuke's entire body, and he released a massive sigh, falling exhaustedly into one of the chairs, "How long will it take for him to recover?"

"The doctor wants to ensure he properly wakes up, but if he does that and no other issues arise, I'd say tomorrow afternoon is a sound estimate. Please provide your contact information to one of our receptionists, and they'll call you to come pick him up when the time comes." She gestured at the three divided booths before bowing politely and heading back behind the large doors leading to the patient rooms.

Sasuke ran a hand through his hair. His only living family member almost died tonight. That's enough to scare even the bravest man.

'And Sakura's the one who saved his life.'

He, Kisame, and Tobi left after filling out some paperwork, the latter being dimwitted enough to talk about what'd happened instead of reading the room, "I didn't know Sakura could do stuff like that. Why didn't you tell us, Sasuke?"

"...I didn't know, either," he admitted.

He felt like a fool, not to mention a jackass. That woman was terrified but still stood up to them so she could save Itachi's life. How had he not found out she had first-aid training?

'I guess I never asked,' Sasuke's grip on the steering wheel tightened, 'I don't know anything about her, now that I think about it.'

All the knowledge he had was what he'd personally witnessed in the time they'd known one another, like the fact that she was obsessively neat, didn't eat or sleep much, and was so quiet that he often forgot she was in the same room. It was almost like she tried her best to be as scarce as possible.

'Sakura's scared of literally everything, too.' He thought that but quickly observed, 'She could be terrified and crying, but she'll stay if it's the right thing to do.'

The woman had done it several times already. The day they met, she demanded an apology even though she shook like a leaf. Then, tonight. She had tears in her eyes the entire time. There was that time in the alleyway when she ran away, but there was nothing to defend there except her own safety. Running made sense if he put himself in her shoes.

"She's cute," Kisame suddenly said. For some reason, that sent a thick rage up Sasuke's spine, his glare shooting over to him. The blue-haired man snickered, lifting a calming hand, "Don't worry. Everyone knows that's one toy you won't share. I was just making an observation."

A bad taste met Sasuke's tongue when he said that, but he averted his gaze back to the road and remained silent. For the first time, Sakura being referred to like pissed him off.

After thinking about it briefly, the Uchiha scoffed, shaking his head at himself. 'I'm a bigger piece of shit than I realized.' Now that she'd done something useful, he saw her as less of an object and more of a person. Sasuke felt so guilty as he thought about how they cohabitated. After all that, she still jumped in to help.

At home, the three men froze in the doorway upon realizing the woman in question was still there, scrubbing blood from the carpet despite obviously being half-asleep. Blood was still all over her clothes, hands, arms, and even on her face. When she saw them, her eyes locked onto Sasuke's, glancing at the others before quickly returning to him.

'She wants to ask if Itachi's okay but won't because she thinks I'll get angry at her for speaking in front of the others. Jesus fucking Christ, Man. I'm a prick, huh?'

"He's fine. They said he'll probably be able to come home tomorrow," he reassured quietly, watching the other two pass by to head upstairs.

The stress on the gorgeous, exhausted woman's face lifted into relief, those pretty green irises watering up as she returned them downward to the carpet so she could continue working. By the looks of it, she'd been at it the entire time they were at the hospital. The massive stain was almost completely gone.

Fueled by his regret, Sasuke knelt before her, dark eyes studying her as though seeing her for the first time all over again. His voice was softer than before, "Finish this tomorrow. We should go to bed. It's almost four in the morning."

Sakura nodded sleepily, picking up all the cleaning supplies and placing them neatly near the stain before placing a big towel atop it so it wasn't visible to all who crossed it. While doing so, she glanced at him, speaking quietly, "I can go by myself. Good night."

'She's uncomfortable,' Sasuke thought but ignored her.

Part of Sakura was panicking because Sasuke was being weird, but the other part was too tired to care. She entered Zetsu's room, which she was using, before stopping in her tracks. With a red face, she turned to confirm her suspicion that the man was standing in the doorway.

"Can you please, um…."

"You want me to leave you alone."

She blushed, averting her gaze to the dresser, "I was wondering if you would grab clothes for me. I can't exactly do it myself right now."

Any other time, Sasuke would use this opportunity to flirt, maybe commenting about her using this opportunity as a roundabout way of showing him her underwear, but he didn't. Instead, he wordlessly grabbed the items she pointed out and followed her to the bathroom, where he sat them on the counter, "Anything else?"

"No. Thank you."

He turned to leave when Sakura suddenly remembered something that made her verbally groan, 'I'm wearing my best bra today.'

It was purchased on one of the rare occasions where the woman treated herself. As a girl suffering in the bust department, she found solace in having a broad selection of super cute bras to choose from. This one was the same color as her hair, lacy, and made her boobs look great, even if they were small.

"A-Actually, I-!" Her mouth closed, blush burning hot as she realized how stupid she'd sound.

'He'll probably think I'm trying to flirt.' Sasuke waited, visually confused. 'Ugh, whatever. He already saw me in my bra and underwear, so who cares?'

"This is a dumb request, but can you unhook my bra? It's, ha…" She sighed, feeling a strong urge to cover her face but fighting it lest she get blood and cleaning supplies in her eyes, "It's my favorite one. I don't want to stain it."

A glimpse of the Sasuke she knew arrived as he lifted a sleek brow, pretending the task was tiring, "This better be one sexy bra." He shut the door in case someone happened to leave their bedroom and motioned for her to turn around.

Sakura did, happy she'd worn her hair in a messy bun before everything happened. Cold fingers brushed against her skin as Sasuke lifted her shirt, making her gasp, "H-Hey, you don't need to do that! Just unhook it."

"I can't if I can't see it."

"Do you really expect me to believe that?"

The man didn't respond at all. He didn't move for a moment, but he finally undid the clasp, and the woman felt the item loosen around her chest.

She turned, "Thank you. Sorry about that." Her head tilted in confusion when Sasuke remained still, staring at her with an oddly severe expression. She didn't have to wait long to understand why.

"What are those scars on your back from?"

A memory of the beautiful night sky passed by her eyes, the one she'd stared at upon landing on her back after being thrown through that window. "I-I was in a car wreck. I have a lot of scars from it." That was always her go-to explanation, and it worked one hundred percent of the time.

His eyes narrowed, "Really?" Sakura nodded, feeling increasingly uncomfortable by the second, "Yes, now, can you please leave? I want to shower and go to bed."

He nodded but still had a weird expression. Sasuke paused in the doorway but didn't turn to face her again, "Thank you, by the way." The woman's eyes widened because that was a phrase she never expected to hear from him.

"If it wasn't for you, my brother would've died. I'm in your debt."

Then, the man left the room, shutting the door so she couldn't watch him return to his room.

Facing the mirror, Sakura saw her stunned expression and nervously swallowed, 'He's acting differently than before.'

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