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pillow-anime-talk · 10 months

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like father, like son.

request: i’m not sure if this is alright with your rules, but, may i request a headcanon with small imagine of minato namikaze with a reader who has the personality of kanao tsuyuri? he meets reader in the academy, taking an interest on her, he sets out on a mission to befriend her. eventually he manages to start bringing her out of her shell. soon after they fall in love and later marry. years later, history repeats itself, both watch how their son naruto protect hinata

# tags: headcanon + scenario; friends to lovers to marriage couple; light romance; fluff; a bit of comedy; soft!minato; mention of pregnancy; sfw

includes: female reader ft. minato namikaze {naruto}

↘ Minato was a boy full of energy and smile during his school days. And he loved to watch you from the last school desk when you listened carefully to the words of the teachers and experienced ninjas. He was truly smitten with you, and the opportunity to spend time together was a valuable experience for him.

↘ So he slowly getting to know you better, always offering his help when you had a problem with your homework or training. Halfway through the school year, he even switched places with the person sitting next to you so he could be closer to your person. He really tried his best and always asked his mom to make some more breakfast so he could give you some onigiri or fried tofu in soy sauce.

↘ Months passed and Minato was overjoyed to hear that he would be on the same team with you. You always stuck together, and your will to fight and calmly looking at difficult situations impressed him very much. For a young teenager, you were a little butterfly that spread its wings more and more and headed towards the sun.

↘ So the years passed; first you were in the same class, then in the same team, then you became the closest friends who spent their free time together, then you slowly began to climb the ladder of not-lovers-but-not-friends-too, shyly confessing your feelings to each other. Almost three years after the formation of the Team, you officially started dating – at first only for meals together at your favorite ramen restaurant, and then you started walking alone in the forests and by the lakes, holding hands.

↘ You had your first kiss together and from that moment you were closer than ever. Your relationship magnified your skills, and at a very fast pace, Minato became more and more successful in being a ninja. Thanks to you, he grew into a real man who wanted to start a family and protect the village. You were a refuge for him and a person who always soothed his mental and physical wounds.

↘ You got engaged at the age of twenty and married a year later. You enjoyed your rings for a short time, but then you had to take off your beautiful jewelry because your hands became very swollen due to pregnancy. Minato was overjoyed, and when he found out it was probably a boy, he cried for the first time in many years. He then kissed your entire face, almost removing your delicate eye make-up.

↘ Naruto was born as a healthy, smiling boy who gave you and your husband a lot of joy (but also a lot of stress) in later years. From that moment, you had to protect not only each other, but also this golden-haired baby who was the fruit of your long-term love.

↘ You never had your second child, but you gave all your love to Naruto, who grew up to be a little rascal. Nevertheless, the knowledge passed on to him made him a brave and eager to fight teenager over the years. He was very much like Minato, especially when he was protecting the weak or those he truly loved. You were personally delighted when your beloved son brought Hinata home for the first time – no longer as a friend, but as a woman he would like to spend the rest of his life with.

↘ In terms of being a romantic – again; Naruto was very much like his father. He gave Hinata small gifts, always protected her from rain and attacks of enemies, always tenderly said Goodbye to her and took care of her like the most precious flower. He was a small copy of Minato, who kissed your forehead with the greatest tenderness, gave you flowers and cooked your favorite dishes for you.

↘ Your life was perfect at that moment and you definitely wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. You wanted to grow old with this guy and marry him again in your next life.

*:･ﾟ✧*

You and your husband were sitting on the terrace of your small house, watching Naruto and Hinata approach a white building with a dark roof. There was a book in your hand and a cup of steaming green tea on the table next to you. Minato at that time was sitting directly in front of you; his eyes were closed. Ten minutes ago, he was talking to you about plans for the coming months, and after a while he simply fell asleep, tired of the constant duties of the Hokage.

You frowned as you watched the young couple. Your son had a huge, almost painful smile on his face, while your daughter-in-law had flushed cheeks. She and Naruto had a really peaceful and supportive marriage, though from time to time they would ask you for advice on a successful relationship.

But something was bothering you, and it was a strange feeling in your stomach. Your intuition was never wrong; you just felt something was... That something has changed. So you quickly woke up your husband, although you really didn’t want to, and then whispered a simple sentence in his direction.

“Minato, I think I’m going to be a grandmother.” You whispered, hiding your excitement. Your husband yawned.

“How…” He bit his lip. “Oh.”

After a short while, a young adult couple entered your house; for the first time you saw your son dressed that well. Before you could offer something to drink and eat, your son ran to his father and lifted him high.

“I will be a grandfather and you will be parents!” He screamed and you laughed out loud. “I mean, I’ll be dad and you’ll be grandmothers!”

“Naruto-kun...” Hinata started, almost fainting in embarrassment.

“I mean, mom. You will be grandma and you, dad, will be grandpa!” He said it right this time, and you nodded, still amused. Your sense of intuition, however, was not mistaken. You immediately hugged your beloved daughter and then your son, congratulating them as sincerely as you could.

One glistening tear welled up in your eye because these two were so much like you and your husband; just as in love and as happy as you and your beloved. You were so happy for them and for your own happiness. You started crying into Minato’s arms and he stroked your hair. Minute later, he offered tea to your lovely guests.

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yourlocaljobstealer · 2 days

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Rip Naruto you would have loved PE class as the first period in the morning

Rip Sasuke you would have loved liking your own comments during an argument

Rip Sakura you would have loved putting bows on everything

Rip Kakashi you would have loved going to the therapist to talk about your day and then refuse to bring up your issues

Rip Deidara you would have loved throwing soup at Van Gogh' Sunflowers

Rip Neji you would have loved being that one guy who loses class president elections but does all the work anyways

Rip Tenten you would have loved being the cameramen

Rip Lee you would have loved eating in the IT classroom

Rip Kurenai you would have loved being the english teacher

Rip Sai you would have loved hot girl summer

:((((((

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nejiisthebesthyuga · 2 months

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“Jun Esaka (the author of Sasuke Retsuden) is getting death threats send to her house!”

Omg!? Really!?

These are such great news!

Without being slapped right into the face by Naruto fandom this whore would have never admitted Sasuke Retsuden being a non-canon spin-off!

When Jun Esaka first came into Naruto franchise,when Jun Esaka first announced Sasuke Retsuden being written and published,when Jun Esaka was first on the Twitter and other social media,was she honest? Was she,really?

Did Jun Esaka come out with the announcement “Hi,Naruto fans! My novel Sasuke Retsuden is just a spin off! It is an original story! This is my interpretation only! It is NOT like Naruto/Naruto Gaiden,it is NOT like original comic by Kishimoto,which is,of course,one and only truth there is about Naruto characters!”

Jun Esaka falsely lead Sasusaku fans to believing that Sasuke Retsuden is actually canon and it backfired.

As it should have!

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walkinghinatalikeadogsheis · 13 days

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Every single time I call out Studio Pierrot bullshit stupid hinatafans try to defend it.

“Chakra colour is not important,you are overthinking it!”

If chakra colour wasn’t important, Studio Pierrot wouldn’t change hinata’s original canon blue colour.

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historicfailure · 8 months

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Love Notes - How bad at flirting can you be?

First Chapter: What An Asshole!

Finally settling into a new job might be easy enough. Though, as you find out, getting along with Kakashi Hatake isn't that easy. Not easy at all. In fact, the guy is a certified asshole. Though, you're holding on, trying to prove yourself and your skills in this new environment. And someone has noticed your efforts, otherwise, you couldn't explain those strange notes from an unknown sender on your desk.

Hey there ^^

It's me again. I'm finally putting this fic out into the world. It has been some years since this idea came alive, but I never came around writing many chapters in one time period, but now I'm finally confident enough to post it. Hopefully you guys like it! (And even though the mystery is a little bit spoiled by the tag-system, please pretend to not know until the very end ;D)

Anyway, have fun with the first chapter! Thanks for reading! :D

~ X ~

You found the first note when you came back from lunch break.

It had been a good day until then, and you spent the break with a few of your new coworkers that you had gotten to know a little bit over the last few weeks. Kurenai was such a nice person, and she seemed genuinely interested when you started to talk about your previous workplace at a marketing company; she had asked lots of questions about the place while stabbing her salad with sharp, precise motions. Anko, on the other hand, had happily munched on a few dango sticks and listened, throwing in some comments when she saw fit, only to end the conversation with a mischievous “Way to go, (Y/N). But one important question you have to answer… Do you have a special someone,” At that her eyebrows had waggled up and down, like she was one of the ridiculous villains straight out of a cartoon, “who is able to give it to you really good?”

Needless to say, Kurenai and Shizune, who had been quietly listening to the talk while eating her sandwich, groaned in deep-apparently-already-expected embarrassment and the group quickly dispersed after that. Anko grinned a bit, like she knew what she had done, and winked at you, before casually strolling after your little group.

You stepped up to your desk with the small food container and water bottle in hand, still grinning weakly about Anko’s cheekiness, when you noticed the little note sitting innocently on top of your keyboard.

You knew it wasn’t yours from the very moment you spotted the paper. Usually, your desk was a total and utter mess, cluttered in different papers, sticky notes, files and pictures as references for an upcoming marketing campaign you were working on. The keyboard was pushed right in front of the monitor, to make space for the wild handwriting you had to call your own, the lists you made to remember whom to call to prepare some proofs of pamphlets you had planned or to schedule a meeting with a client, so they could check said proofs and the development of your ideas.

But despite the controlled chaos, despite the many other handwritten notes sticking to the rim of the monitor, to the edges of the desk, to the tiniest free space you could find, you always knew where everything was located. As disbelieving the stares you received were when you stated that, you had a system to archive everything on your desk, to bring a tiny bit—just enough—of order and organization into the piles of papers that you would be able to find anything. Also, if anybody else tried to find anything, they sooner or later had to go to you and ask. In a sense, you were even more in control of your own desk than the people who obsessively cleaned theirs. Thus, you knew where everything had to be and was when you left for lunch. There was a method to your madness, you’d say.

This note sitting on your keyboard definitely wasn’t yours. Carefully, you dropped the food container and water bottle on the desk, without wrinkling any of the documents of course, all the while your forehead wrinkled at the strange sight.

The note was neatly folded. Small, one of the official notes from Konohagakure Marketing, with the logo of a stenciled leaf in one corner which was slightly embossed on the thick paper. You looked over to the other open desks. No one looked up. They were busy themselves, phoning clients, writing emails or doing research for one of their own projects.

Well… Maybe it’s a prank for the newbie?

Another look around, then you dropped into your chair, whirled around to drag out the moment of having to pick up the strange note, before turning into the right position to actually do work at your desk with a sigh.

“Won’t get any better…” you mumbled to yourself, leaned over and picked the note up.

A short, irrational flash of panic overhauled your mind. Was it possibly a “Yeah, we have to cut costs, and you were the last one to arrive, so bye?”-note? You inhabited your position only for a few months, and you were the youngest member of the team, and maybe you weren’t delivering the results the higher-ups wanted to see?

No, that wasn’t possible. At least, you thought so. A few days ago, Minato Namikaze actually called you into his office and told you that your marketing reports were extremely detailed and rich of important information, and if you would handle the next analysis for an upcoming client too because of the good job you did. And of course, a note wouldn’t be enough to actually fire you.

Oh, sorry, to let me go. You rolled your eyes at the stupid expression. There was no nice way of telling someone was fired, no matter how nicely packaged the words were.

In fact, it was impossible that you would be fired like this. Still, you were slightly hesitant as you reached over and picked the note up with your very fingertips. Another last, assuring look around to make sure no one was giggling like a maniac or tried to hold in a little, cheeky grin, but all of your colleagues were still occupied with whatever they were doing. So, you breathed in and unfolded the note. Your eyes instantly fell on the handwritten words, the stroke of the pen and the simple black ink which was used.

I’m sure this note confuses you, and honestly, I’m also confused on why I’m writing this. The only thing I can safely say is, that I can’t stop thinking about you, and that I don’t want to bother you directly. You have lots of work at the moment, so I wish you good luck. But you probably don’t need any luck, not with the work I’ve already seen from you.

Confused, you read the note again. Just four lines, blank in the middle of the note, written in a neat, slightly right-slanted handwriting. It seemed sophisticated, and strangely enough, you could easily see the same handwriting on the manuscript of an author, who just came back from his writer’s retreat deep in the forest that did not have an ounce of electricity. Only slowly, the meaning of the words started to seep into your brain.

You were so ready for someone to stand up from their work, point at you and reveal the prank. An anonymous note from a… a secret admirer? Were you in a serious work environment, or did you miss the last ten or so years of your life and were still in High School?

Again, once more, just once more, your eyes flashed over the lines, the words, and the hidden confession. If this wasn’t a joke—and you were pretty much convinced it wasn’t—that someone “couldn’t stop thinking” about you; that someone “didn’t want to bother you directly”; that someone knew you had lots of work at the moment, and wished you good luck. And in the next sentence, that same someone told you that you probably didn’t need any luck, because between the lines, that anonymous someone also told you that your submitted work was great?

You didn’t know what to exactly take away from this short message. There was so much to unpack here that you simply didn’t know where to start.

It had to be someone from work. The paper with the letterhead and the official logo was the first indicator, and the mentioning of your earlier work another. Someone who was… shy? You cocked your head to the side while further studying the note. That someone didn’t want to bother you directly, but indirectly with the note?

It was probably better not to think too much into this. Whatever it was.

That didn’t stop you from placing that note into a small box and secure it in the highest drawer of your desk to keep it safe and sound. That also didn’t stop you from thinking from time to time about that note.

Every moment you didn’t spend working on your projects. The few minutes you used to fill up your water bottle or get a coffee from the break room. Hell, even when you went to the toilet and did your business, your mind was busy circling around the note and, most importantly, the writer of the note.

Who wrote this note? Who? Who was able to write the note and place it secretly on your desk?

The easiest way to at least find something about the secret admirer was to ask the co-workers closest to your desk.

The first logical choice was Asuma, who sat in your back and should have a good view of your desk if you weren’t there, but luck wasn’t on your side.

“Sorry,” Asuma shrugged, hands already fiddling with a package of cigarettes, “I was on a smoke break and also came back just now.”

“Didn’t you want to quit?” you asked. “What about that?”

He grew even more nervous. One hand left the cigarettes alone, only to fly up and rake in quick, harsh motions through his beard. “Yeah… About that… Don’t tell Kurenai, please.”

Amused, but miffed you didn’t find your answer, you gave your promise.

The next choice was Anko, just because she always had a thing for the office rumors and offered you since day one the most intriguing gossip she could get her hands on.

“Hey, Anko.”

Today, though, she was seriously working, typing away at the speed of lightning. Only after a few long seconds, she looked up, her wonderfully purple colored hair falling around her face in wild strands.

“Huh?”

“Heard anything juicy lately? For example, someone leaving notes on tables?”

“Uuuuuh, no? What’s up with that?” She scowled. “Got an upper hand on me in office gossip?”

“Not at all,” you tried to defend yourself at her disgruntled look, “I was just asking myself, because… Because I found this strange note on my desk and I really just want to find out who wrote it.”

Only now, Anko paused in her work flow. For a second, you were sorry for stopping her, but when you saw how her eyes lit up at the piece of indeed juicy gossip you potentially could provide, you knew she wasn’t too sad about it. “A note? What kind of note?”

Suddenly, you remembered loudly that you had an important mail to write, which derailed Anko not one bit. If not for the angry glares she received for her loud demands from the other workers, you were sure Anko would’ve chased you down and tortured you for the best gossip.

Your last choice was Iruka. As the secretary for Minato, with his desk right in front of the bureau of their boss, he should have a relatively good overview of the entire open office and as a former teacher, he noticed things others didn’t—especially when someone was up to some mischief.

When you walked up to the brunet, his eyes met yours. Suspiciously enough, Iruka’s brown deer-eyes widened, only for the man to lower his head abruptly into an open file.

Suspicious.

Armed with a little smile and the knowledge Iruka hid something from you (and you specifically), you stepped in front of the man and just waited. Waited and watched how he became more and more nervous. He didn’t even read the file properly, just stared at the single lines and pretended to read. All of that façade just to ignore you, how you stood in front of his desk, with your arms crossed over your chest and still smiling.

It took only a few more minutes until Iruka gave in. With a sudden flinch of his entire body, he sat up straight, breathed loudly in like he had to steel himself for the upcoming confrontation, only to smile at you with a certain strained expression that told you that you had already won.

“What can I do for you today?” Iruka asked.

For a little moment, you allowed the silence to pressure him a little bit further, before cocking your head to the side. “I found a suspicious note at my work-station, Umino-san.”

“Okay…”

“This note made some very interesting remarks about my person and my work.”

“Alright.”

“Unfortunately,” your grin widened by a margin, “the writer forgot to leave their name on the note.”

Iruka’s right eyebrow twitched. “I don’t know how to help you with that, (L/N)-san. I’m neither responsible for the note nor have an inkling of a clue as to who wrote it.”

“But Umino-san, I really need to know who wrote that note. It’s important.”

He was struggling. You could see it, in the way his eyebrows wrinkled more and more, the nervous twitch of his fingers as he shuffled once again through the file without actually doing anything.

“How…” Iruka coughed, then spoke again. “How important exactly?”

“Very important. I believe it has the potential to interfere with my work.”

You felt a little bit bad when you told the poor man that lie, but the note potentially had the ability to fuck up your concentration, if you would constantly ask yourself who was interested enough to write a little secret letter to you. So, technically, you weren’t lying.

Certainly not.

Iruka gnawed at his lower lip. His eyes fluttered around, once looking at you, then flying over the heads of the marketers doing their research and working on their according projects. Was it maybe one of them who left the note? Why would Iruka hide the identity of that special someone? Did he really not know anything, or was he playing dumb?

So many questions. But you didn’t have to wait for long to get an answer out of the secretary, who seemed troubled, nervous and embarrassed at the same time. An impressive mix, you had to admit.

“Alright, alright,” he hissed, “I mean, I obviously can’t tell you who wrote the note, because I have no idea. But what I know is that Kakashi-san dropped the note on your table. You didn’t hear that from me, though.”

“Wait, wait, wait… You’re saying Kakashi Hatake delivered the note?” Your mouth fell open in helpless awe. “The Kakashi Hatake? The one responsible for the unbelievably successful marketing campaign for the clothing line Akatsuki? The one which launched them into the Olympus of sales? That Kakashi Hatake?”

To say you were hyperventilating a little bit would be an understatement. Kakashi Hatake’s work in the marketing world was a miracle come true. No matter if normal print, digital or a social media campaign, he had the talent to make it a resounding success. One reason you decided to apply for a job at Konohagakure Marketing had been his employment here. The little sliver of hope to meet and work with him had seemed more than tempting enough to quit your old job when you felt that you were stagnating.

And he was the one to write the note?

No. Stay calm. Iruka said he dropped the note off. Don’t jump the gun yet.

“Thank you very much, Umino-san,” you smiled at the secretary, “you were a great help.”

“Just don’t tell him I was the one to rat him out,” the man mumbled, all the while already hectically shuffling through his paperwork. You nodded and took your leave. Who knew what Hatake had in his hands to make Iruka that miserable and almost scared of him?

Finding Kakashi Hatake wasn’t too hard. Everyone knew he had a solemn corner where his desk stood; a little bit further away from all the other desks of your colleagues. Occasionally, Hatake would leave his desk and the chosen solitude for a little snack or walk around the premises, but could mostly be found there.

Your heart pounded awfully loud in your chest as you closed the distance to the desk. Even from a few meters away, his spiky, silver hair gave his position away; bent over his desk and scribbling into a worn-out, black notebook (with his left hand, you noted dully). God, from up to close, the man was even more intimidating than you initially thought. Well, not exactly “intimidating”, but there was something about Hatake which demanded attention, even though his eyes were warm and voice soft as he looked up from his notes.

His words though, cooled down your excitement of finally having a reason to talk with him to the levels of the Arctic.

“One coffee, black,” he said, before he lost interest in you again, “and if it’s cold like last time, I swear, I have to ask Minato what kind of criteria he uses to determine who’s fit to work here, because diligence and following of orders certainly is not in the job description, then.”

“… What?”

“Deaf, too?” You could hear Hatake’s rolling eyes. “Fine.” You didn’t even have time to react or speak up, and could only watch in slowly growing anger how your idol acted like the biggest asshole in the whole wide world. He scribbled hastily on a page in his notebook, ripped the page out with a determined, sharp motion and handed it to you. Still flabbergasted, you took the note and peered at the almost unreadable chicken scratch scrawled over half of the page. Only barely, and only because you indeed heard his earlier… order, you could make out the words “black coffee, absolutely no milk!!”

With two exclamation marks. And underlined. Like you were a total idiot.

Anger blocked your jaw as you folded the note and dropped it back onto his desk. “I’m not deaf nor stupid,” you hissed through gritted teeth, “and I’m certainly not an intern either.”

“Oh?” Again, Hatake peered up, before his shoulders flinched quickly upwards. “Well, nevertheless, you can get me a coffee. If you’re here to bother me, you certainly have time to go and fetch me one. Remember,” he picked up the dropped note and held it out to you, not even looking up from his desk anymore, “no milk. And please, sugar is also unnecessary.”

You had no idea what it was exactly that was the infamous last drop in an already overfilled bucket. His condescending tone, maybe. The sheer arrogance and nonchalance radiating from Hatake, for certain. Or was it the fact that he was still scribbling away and not even looking you in the eyes as he demanded to be brought a coffee by a new colleague?

Your smile was strained and hurt your very being as you crossed your arms over your chest and spoke up, which caused the Hatake-douchebag to finally look up from his fucking chicken scratch he produced (nothing like the neat and incarnate handwriting on your note).

“I’m not an intern, not a pretty face without a brain,” you informed him calmly, voice loud and clear, “and I’m certainly not getting you a coffee. I don’t care if you’re a fantastic marketer. I don’t give a single fuck if you’re this big brain behind some of the greatest marketing campaigns I’ve seen over the years. If you need to prove your manly ego so much, go into the bathroom and jerk off like anyone else, but don’t give a colleague on the same level as yourself the damn order to bring you coffee!”

Hatake only stared blankly at you. The beauty spot beneath his mouth twitched slightly, before he sighed deeply. “Fine, then don’t get me a coffee. I just figured that when you had nothing to do anyway and bothered me while I was actually working, then I could ask you to do something useful.”

“What the—! Do you hear yourself talking?”

“Yes, I can. Do you?”

“I swear to the gods—!”

Suddenly, a charismatic voice cut into the conversation. Hatake’s eyes widened, and he nearly jumped out of his chair at the sight of your boss Minato, his face concerned and dead serious at the same time. When you looked over his shoulder, you could see the rest of the office trying (not so obviously) to appear busy, all the while waiting with bated breaths and sharp ears to what would go down in the next minutes.

Damn, your dispute with Hatake apparently attracted much more attention than you wanted.

Immediately, you felt bad for throwing such a tantrum. So what if Kakashi Hatake wasn’t the idol you painted him to be. Only a few people really lived up to the heroic picture others painted of them in their heads. Still, Hatake really was a major asshole and went off to prove this point right in front of Minato.

“Sorry for the trouble,” he nodded into your direction, “I have honestly no idea what happened.”

No idea!? Is this guy serious?

“Let me remind you,” you growled, “you just ordered me around like I was nothing more than your servant. It doesn’t matter if you thought I was an intern, even speaking to the cleaner like this would be an absolute dick move!”

“I just noted how unoccupied you were as you stood before my desk, so I thought I would give you a simple task.”

“I simply wanted to ask for something small, but that’s now out of the window.” Miffed, you threw your hands into the air. “No one could know you would see it as an opportunity to show how much you look down on people.”

Like your banter was a fascinating and intense tennis match, Minato’s head jumped back and forth between your jabs and quips. Your boss seemed positively puzzled and, at the same time, the frustration growing inside the usually-so-friendly man.

Before Hatake could say anything back (he had already an answer prepared; you could read it in the way his lips already opened), Minato stepped in. “Now, children. Keep calm. Kakashi, we talked about this. And (Y/N)…”

When speaking with Hatake, Minato had a soft, almost fatherly tone. When turning towards you, his voice changed ever so slightly, and you realized with a sudden jolt that you were new and just argued with one of the most successful and creative people in the industry, just because he insulted some nobody.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled before your boss could reprimand you in any way, “to cause such a ruckus. It wasn’t my intention. I will take any punishment you see fit.”

In comparison to Hatake, you were easily interchangeable. You had no prestigious campaign or successes under your belt, not like Hatake. What kind of unholy demon had ridden you when Hatake made his comment about the damn coffee order? Ridiculous to jump onto such an easily ignorable conversation. If you just would've swallowed your pride a little bit.

Butthurt, that’s what you were. You had looked up to Hatake, looked forward to having a reason to speak with him. And now, with the secret admirer and the mysterious note, the reason had been a given.

Just like so many movie villains and superheroes, you had met your idol and were thoroughly disappointed and let down. And considering this wasn’t a movie, there would be no redemption moment for Kakashi; there would be no apology for his words and no reconciliation; just the bitter reality of working together for the next months and years.

You should have known better than to listen to your emotions, that hope of thinking even just maybe, maybe, he wrote that note. Why would he after all? You were new and had no achievements - nothing like the god-like, almighty, invincible Kakashi Hatake.

With all the dignity you could muster (and this was by far not a small amount, but in the face of apologizing for something you didn’t feel very apologetic at all, it seemed suddenly very, very hard to gather said dignity), you turned around and nodded at Hatake.

“Please, excuse my behavior. I was simply… surprised.”

Hatake’s little arrogant grin made your fucking blood boil until it felt like raw fire was burning through your veins. “Oh, apology accepted. Would you just give me your name, so I can remember it next time when I ask for a coffee—!”

“Kakashi.”

“Sorry, Minato. For the future, when we will work together,” he said in the same tone a kindergartener talked to one of the children he watched over and had a childish crush on him.

Aw, honey, you like me so much? I also like you a lot, but do you see this guy over there? Maybe you want to play with him for a bit, what do you think?

A total humiliation. Like your little spat wasn’t enough, noticed by the entire office and the few friends you made. Now, you were even forced to apologize under the watchful eyes of your boss and to the eternal amusement of Hatake.

“(Y/N) (L/N). Pleased to be working with you.” You didn’t even attempt to reach out and shake his hand. Hatake also didn’t move, just continued to smile this damn infuriating smile. Even the mole right beneath his lips seemed to taunt and mock you; a few of his silver strands hung into his forehead and the damn scar crossing his left eye only gave him a rugged, dangerous aura.

He knew it. He knew how attractive he was, the damn bastard.

When you went back to your desk and ignored or brushed off the worried glances and questions Kurenai and Shizune gave you, you were boiling in your own anger. With more force than necessary, you tugged your chair backwards and dropped into the cushions. Your eyes fluttered over the desk, still charged with the sheer frustration and anger of having to deal with a bad case of idol-disappointment and embarrassment, when you spotted another foreign object on your desk. Another note, same paper, same logo, neatly folded and hazardly dropped onto your keyboard.

So, it couldn’t be Hatake, if the different handwriting wasn’t proof enough. Unfortunately, you didn’t get to ask him about the fact that he delivered a letter for your secret admirer and probably never would, so that option was now out of the quotation.

One look around to make sure no one was watching (or if somebody watched you out of the corner of their eyes), then you quickly picked up the second note of the day and unfolded it.

Hatake is an asshole. Don’t mind him too much.

I’m sorry though you had to go through that. I wish I would be brave enough to come forward and directly speak with you, but this has to wait for some time.

And don’t believe this was the last note, either. Except if you don’t want them? I would also accept that. Just glue either a red or green post-it to your PC. I can figure the rest out.

Unbeknownst to you, a little smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you reread the little note. Someone, who was concerned for your sake, had witnessed the confrontation with Kakashi and quickly written this note and delivered it in order to cheer you up. Successfully, you might add. Even though the possibility of the ordeal still being an elaborate prank was high, someone obviously took their time to write these two thoughtful, nice notes, and you appreciated that deeply.

Carefully, you pulled the drawer open and dropped the note into the small box, all the while, you could feel how the tension and disappointment from finding out that your idol was a huge and utter asshole slowly left your mind and body.

Well, you certainly wouldn’t mind receiving more nice notes. Who knew, maybe the prankster would get tired of writing notes soon enough and vanish without a word (note)? Until then, you would enjoy these little letters; nothing more than a ray of sunlight in your working day.

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anxiouslittlesunbeam · 2 years

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Imagine

Kakashi x Civilian Reader

Warnings: None. Just fluff. 💕

"Kakashi.." A hand smoothed over his silver hair, brushing back loose stands that fell into his face once more when the process was repeated. "It's time to wake up."

The voice belonged to his love who whispered sweet good mornings into his ear as a way to coax him out of bed before dawn even broke out over the horizon. His right eye peeked tiredly open to glance up at you, letting out a content sigh before burying his face back into his pillow while you sat up in the shared space beside him. As much as he loved waking up next to you he also enjoyed the peace when the two of you would lay in each other's arms in a comfortable silence minus the soft snores and the sound of your hearts beating together.

"What time is it?" He finally mumbled, turning so he was on his side instead of his stomach, watching as you glanced over your shoulder to double check what the alarm clock on the nightstand read.

"5:37" You answered before reminding him of his mission that he was supposed to go on today with his students.

"They've been training hard as of late. I'm sure they can handle it." Kakashi brushed it off as if it could be solved that easily.

You let out a light chuckle at your partner's behavior expecting something like this from him, trying not to give into his warmth as he inched closer and pressed his head into your stomach now.

"Kakashi they are still genin and this is a C-ranked mission, is it not? They still need you to guide them."

His students were lucky he had you around. They didn't need to meet up at the gate of Kohona till 7:00 since they had to get an early start but thanks to you he might be a little closer to being on time even if he was still late like he usually was.

"Mind getting the coffee started while I take a shower?" Kakashi let out a yawn as he rose to his feet to gather his clothes. The bare skin of his chest combined with the coolness of the damp morning made him miss the warmth given off by your embrace. If given the choice he might have chosen to stay in bed with you for most of the day but instead, he ignored the shivers and made his way towards the bathroom door.

While Kakashi took the time to get himself ready, you began preparing a small breakfast the two of you could share together before he headed off, making sure that the coffee would be ready by the time he came back out.

"I know it's not much, but does some eggs with a slice of toast sound good?" You asked, hearing the door open and the silver haired man came up from behind you, brushing his wet hair against your skin as he moved to peer over your shoulder.

"Sounds great." Kakashi smiled, showing a lot of love with just his one eye that wasn't covered. "Give me a minute and I'll join you, okay?"

You could only nod as he pulled away from you again causing you to let out a shiver of your own. You weren't sure if it was because he still needed to finish drying off and a few water droplets hit your cheek cause he was so close or if it was the closeness in general that made you weak in the knees. He still managed to have that effect on you even after a year of being together.

"How long will you be away for this time?" You asked once you both sat at the table. Before you could pick up your fork you brushed a few loose stands away from your face, making a note to slip in the shower yourself once you were left on your own.

"As long as everything goes smoothly it could be three days but if any complications occur an extra day or two could be added." Kakashi answered, lowering his mask just enough to take a bite of his eggs before slipping it back up. Thoughts began to cloud your mind so you didn't pay any attention to the movement, the shift of your eyes wandering downward not going unnoticed by him.

"Now, what is that look for?"

"Huh?" You lifted your head back up to see Kakashi looking at you with a tilt of his head already knowing you were experiencing some concern. You've held that expression before and he didn't blame you. He was a jonin who was sent out on dangerous missions on a regular while you were just a civilian who prayed he would return home to you in one peace.

"It's like you said this is a C-rank mission." Kakashi reminded that Lord Third wouldn't send him on anything too dangerous while his students were still getting the feel of being out on the battlefield. With talk of the chunin exams approaching that would soon change but he knew that wouldn't ease your mind at the moment.

"I'm sorry." You apologized, feeling a little embarrassed for feeling this way when you should be used to it by now. You've known the man since you were children afterall but knowing what has become of his teammates and Sensei..

"I know.." Kakashi voiced, feeling the same as you did. Even if you weren't a shinobi like he was, the thought of someone or something taking you away from him never failed to cross his mind. As much as he promised to return home to you, you had to promise that you would be here waiting for him with open arms.

"Thank you for the meal, Y/n" Kakashi smiled, beginning to take care of his plate. "When I return I ought to treat you to a homecooked dinner."

The thought of Kakashi cooking your favorite foods and knowing be would be back soon enough to have a special date night with you eased some of the worry that you harbored. You smiled at him in return, offering to clean up while he finished getting himself ready.

Before both of you knew it the time had reached, 6:55. If he left now he would be right on schedule to meet Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto at the gate. The sun was starting to peek out a little more, evident by the slight increase in temperature and the small bit of light shining though the curtains; having you give off a glow that made you even more beautiful to him.

"I'm all yours for a few days once I return." Kakashi squeezed your hand while the other held the strap of his bag up on his shoulder. "And I mean it this time."

There had been times where he thought he would be able to sleep in and spend a day or so with you but then he would be on call for yet another mission, cutting the time between the two of you short. He'd make sure to give you the attention you deserved though. He owed you so much for staying by his side and loving him the way you did.

Moving his hand from his strap to his mask, he slipped it down so it was tucked under his chin. Something he only did around you during moments like this when he would lean forward and capture your lips with his own. He never failed to give you a goodbye kiss before having to part ways with you. Feeling you reach up to place your hand on the back of his neck to bring him closer, Kakashi slid his arm around your waist so you were pressed against him and intertwined your fingers together with your other hand. Minutes went by as you stayed like that, coming up for air only to repeat the process a few more times until you realized you were keeping him from going anywhere, forcing yourself to pull away.

"Looks like you're not going to be right on time again." You spoke once you caught your breath. His students were probably used to it by now but you didn't want to hold him up any longer.

"Eh, so I'm a little late." Kakashi gave you a closed-eye smile in amusement as he slipped his mask back on. At least he would have a better excuse this time. How he looked at it, any moment with you was worth it and he looked forward to more times the two of you would share together.

"I love you," Kakashi told you before closing the door on his way out finally heading in the direction of the village gates. Standing alone in the room now, you smiled to yourself wondering how you managed to gain the attention of such a caring man as him.

"I love you too, Kakashi."

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi drabble #kakashi scenario #naruto #naruto shippuuden #naruto writing #writing

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pillow-anime-infos · 2 years

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naruto masterlist {team 7 ver.}

KAKASHI HATAKE

hands kink & soft sex {headcanon ; sfw}

NARUTO UZUMAKI

soon

SASUKE UCHIHA

soon

SAKURA HARUNO

“fuck boys, girls!” (ft. hinata hyuuga) {i love girls month + scenario | 379 words ; sfw?}

SAI YAMANAKA

soon

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instant-delusions · 10 months

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hey babes <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

looking for an absolutely delusional & deranged author for your tumblr feed? well, here I am!

some basic info about me ♡ : my name's mel/melina! I use she/her pronouns and am currently 19 yo :) .

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

fandoms I'll def write for! (in form of oneshots & imagines / scenarios)

naruto shippuuden

genshin impact

lord of the rings

jujutsu kaisen

love & deepspace ( I only take requests for xavier and rafayel!)

I'll definitely write smut and fluff ! obviously, nothing absolutely disgusting and morally wrong ( u loves know what I mean ♡ ) .

requests open!

#kny x reader #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto x reader #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me nightbringer #jujutsu kaisen x reader #lord of the rings x reader #lotr x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact

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candyopala · 2 years

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Hii! Can you please give us Obito with fem reader who is sick (cold) and our dearest Obito has an extra soft spot for sick people! ♡♡♡ I am sick so I thought this would help😛😛 Hope you are doing good♡♡

Sorry for the long wait :’(

I hope you enjoy this small oneshot I thought of, I really enjoyed working with this prompt and imagining a soft and caring Obito

I hope you get better, sending you lots of love <3

Colds and revelations (Oneshot)

Words: 1.9k

AO3

Summary: Your friend Obito has been acting different towards you since you became his roommate. He seems to be distant all the time, ignoring you at every chance he gets. Will he change his act now that you have a strong cold and needs his help?

Thank you for reading! Reblog or leave a like if you enjoyed <3

“I’m not going to ask again, Y/N. Did you or did you not eat my oatmeal?”

“You know what? Yeah, I did eat your stupid oatmeal!” You say even if it is not true, now trying to make your roommate, Obito, angry.

He is always on a bad mood when you both talk, ever since you moved in recently. He talks with Kakashi and Gai normally, but apparently, he has a problem with you in specific. Around you, he has always appeared closed off, always grumpy and avoiding speaking anything but the necessary to you.

“Don’t you know anything about boundaries?!” He proceeds with the discussion

“I was just provoking you, dummy! Have you ever seen me eat anything remotely healthy?”

Obito tosses the empty oat box in the trash and heads for his room, avoiding eye contact once again. His big physique disappears into the hallway, his messy jet-black hair nowhere in sight. Despite your attempts to get closer to your roommate by joking around, he still remains as closed off, although he wasn’t like that before.

Before you moved in you two were close friends, sharing many classes in your university. When the opportunity of moving in with him appeared you went for it: you two were great friends and you kind of had an interest in the guy. You two grew apart since then and now he seems like a stranger to you.

You always avoid admitting it to yourself due to your own pride, but Obito Uchiha is very attractive. People on campus might be a little… turned off by the scars covering half of his body, some even try to bully the guy. However, his demeanor, posture and gaze intrigues you, making you feel the intense urge to know more about him, get closer to him again.

He always has that tough look on his face, his eyes always focused on everything but you. This annoys you to an extreme. You know you are no supermodel, but you do think that you can pull off good-looking people occasionally. You might not want to admit it, but you have tried, hard, to seduce Obito. To no avail, since he seems to hate your guts.

This whole game has developed into an embarrassingly strong crush, where your heart races onto his sight, your stomach twists violently and you cannot control how red you become. He is destroying you with that attitude of his. Trying to annoy him has become your last resort of trying to take back some control over the situation.

After recomposing yourself, you get on with your day; attend your classes and heads to the bar with you friends. Sometime after midnight, you throw yourself into bed, hoping better things for the next day and trying to keep a certain someone from your thoughts.

~”~

It is about eleven in the morning when you wake up. You can barely open your eyes: your whole body is taken over by soreness and a heavy sensation, your limbs growing cold although you are rolled into a pile of blankets.

You drag yourself into the kitchen, trying to search for your other roommates and ask them for some aspirin or any medicine that might rid you of your pain. Kakashi and Gai are nowhere to be seen, probably already out for their road trip. Considering the efforts of walking to the pharmacy, you decide to just throw yourself in the living room’s couch and power through the pain this cold is causing you.

Still rolled into your pile of blankets and staring blankly into a wall, you do not notice Obito passing through you on his way to the kitchen. Once his presence is known to you, you try to hide yourself, not wanting him to see you in such state.

Without talking to you, he grabs an apple from the counter and heads back into his room, the sound from his TV echoing through the apartment. The only TV in the apartment, mind you, since the one on the living room broke ages ago when Gai kicked it by accident.

Obito’s door closes but suddenly clicks open again, his footsteps approaching the area you were laying in. You close your eyes briefly, bothered by the intense light coming from the nearby window. Once you open them again, you are met with Obito’s figure standing right in front of you.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asks, approaching you slowly but cautiously.

“Nothing.”

He ponders silently for a while, before responding again:

“It looks like a truck ran you over”

“Thanks”

“… seriously, what’s wrong with you, Y/N?”

“…I think I got… a cold.”

Out of nowhere, he places his rough palm into your forehead, checking for your temperature like your mom used to. His face slowly switches from the usually exaggerated scowl into one of worry.

“Yup, you have a fever. Did you take any medicine?”

“…Don’t have any…” you respond as best as you can, your symptoms overwhelming your usual shyness around him.

Obito disappears into his room briefly, returning with a small carton of cold meds. He fills a cup of water by the kitchen and hands the small pill to you. You barely rationalize his change in behavior, just taking the medicine and hiding into your cocoon of blankets again.

After a while, you drift off into a nap, letting the medicine take over and help you get better. You don’t even dream, time skips by in a flash. You’re awaken with the smell of food, specifically chicken. Once you’re able to open your eyes, all disheveled and sweaty from the fever, you’re met with what seems to be a fever dream.

Obito is once again in front of you, a small bowl of soup in his hand. You sit up, leaving room for your roommate to sit beside you, and so he does. Before you can say anything, he places a spoonful of soup near your mouth while avoiding eye contact.

You grab the spoon and eat it, rejoicing in the taste of his food. You always knew he was the best cook in the house since you ate his lunch accidentally before.

“Thanks Obito”

“It’s nothing, just eat it to get better, alright?”

He sits there patiently while you finish the rest of the soup, the warm liquid and the amazing taste of it already making you feel so much better. Once you’re done, he places the plate into the coffee table.

“So… I bet this ruined your road trip with the guys, huh?”

“…Well, actually, no. I wasn’t planning on coming with them.”

“Oh?”

“Why the surprise?” You provoke him out of habit.

“Well, aren’t you worried Kakashi might get with other girls?”

“…What? Why would I care about that?”

“…” Obito seems confused. His dark black eyes shine in thought, the cogs clearly turning in his head. “Aren’t you… you know…”

“What?”

“Into him and stuff?”

“Well, no.”

“Oh.”

Obito’s brows remain raised for a couple of seconds, the new information clearly confusing him. You are even more confused, what is this whole thing about? Why is he so interested in your love life all of the sudden? Obito Uchiha, of all people?

“Gai then?”

“No!” You weakly throw a pillow into his lap, trying to be playful.

“Okay… are you feeling better?”

“Confused, but a little better.”

Obito inches closer to you again, making your heart race as his eyelashes become more and more visible. He once again checks your fever, carefully placing his palm on your forehead.

“You’re still warm.”

“Oh, damn…”

“You should rest, watch something until it fully goes away.”

“Thanks, I’ll do that then.”

You get up from the sofa, heading to your room and thanking him for the soup. Before you can close the door to your room, Obito places his hand on the door.

“Hey, why don’t you use my TV? I’ll be in the living room, so you can rest there…”

His proposition sounds weird to you. He has been so closed off lately, but today he is inviting you to watch TV into his room. Despite your suspicions, you accept it, grappling into the opportunity to growing closer to him again.

Obito sets you up with one of his favorite sappy romantic movies and helps you settle into his bed. The whole room smells of his cologne, the one you have not smelled in a while due to his distance. A few minutes into the movie, you give up on trying concentrating, the whole situation overwhelming you.

On a whim, you go looking for Obito in the living room. He is sitting into the sofa, messing with his phone. He has that closed off look on his face. It melts away once he notices your presence, something you have not seen in a while.

“Hey, do you want to watch the movie with me?”

“…!?” He looks at you, his head tilted in confusion.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I-Imean, I’ll get back in there then…” You fumble around with your words.

“Oh! S-sure, okay.”

Obito follows you into his room. You both accommodate yourselves into his bed, sitting distant from each other at first.

As the movie goes on, you both inch closer until you are resting your head onto his shoulders. You hold your breath to the max, sicker by the sudden contact with your crush than by your actual sickness. After a while, he checks your temperature again, murmuring something about your getting better while keeping his hands on you. Slowly but surely, he leaves small caresses on your hair, playing with it with his fingers.

The credits roll and the both of you stay in awkward silence, not sure about what to say. You decide to get up and go get some sleep on your own room, thinking that Obito is probably already sick of your presence.

~”~

You take a brief shower and change into some fresh clothes, getting yourself ready for another nap. You are about to get into bed when you hear a knock by your door, opening it to find Obito standing there.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Much better, thanks for looking after me today, Obito”

“No need to thank me.” He scratches the back of his neck, acting awkward: “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about how I… How I have been acting since you moved in.”

“It’s cool, don’t w-“

“Listen, Y/N, I have something to confess.”

“…”

You are left too stunned to speak.

“I… freaked out when you moved in. Konan had told me that you were moving in because you had a crush on someone from the apartment…”

“What?! She told you that?”

“I thought you were into Kakashi… I got… jealous.” His dark eyes now look directly into your, carving a hole into your skull and heart. “I’m sorry for being a jerk”

You are in shock. Did he just say he was jealous? In what sense? You try to calm yourself down, also trying to put the remaining effects from your cold aside. Utterly confused by everything Obito just said and too tired to make a better judgement of the situation, you decide to make a confession yourself:

“Well… Konan was right though. I do have some feelings for someone here.”

Obito seems to be thinking hard. At first, he seems confused. However, once he realizes what you meant, a big smile forms across his features, along with a gleam on his eyes.

He takes you into a big hug, proceeding to interlace his fingers with your hair, examining your features from up close. Finally, he surprises you once again with a searing kiss.

~”~

“I told you, of course you’re going to catch my cold if you kiss me.” You remind Obito as you place a wet towel over his forehead.

“I regret nothing.”

#obito #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #naruto fanfiction #naruto shippuuden #obito x reader #obito x you #obito uchiha x reader #obito uchiha x y/n #obito scenario #obito imagines

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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years

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tongue.

request ; @horned-viper-in-your-cabinet: hi- so- i saw your requests are open... and you mentioned you can write for anyone... so like- can i request an orochimaru (from naruto) nsfw fan fiction...? i’m ok with however you write it, please include a choking kink and spanking kink too... if you’re okay with all of that... oh and my pronouns are she/her. thank you so so much and there’s absolutely no rush or demand, so don’t worry... and take your time... i won’t bug you for this again and again...❤️

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; smut; pwp; nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual activities, oral sex (female receives), orochimaru has a serpent’s tongue, fingering, d&s, spanking & choking kink, hair pulling, crying

includes: female reader ft. orochimaru {naruto}

author’s note: unpopular opinion – orochimaru hot. thanks for your request!

You moaned loudly, feeling the long tongue penetrate you so well. Your lover definitely could please you orally; sometimes you might even admit that you preferred this type of sex than a ‘normal’ one, even though sex with penetration was just as exciting and satisfying to you.

Nevertheless, due to the enormous emotions and convulsions of the whole body, you firmly grasped the man by his long, soft hair, and your fingers got tangled in them, causing a slight purr from his mouth.

“Don’t tear my hair out. I like them.” He said in a low, lightly harsh tone, and you sighed. Your head press harder into the soft white pillow and your partner came back between your legs; with one hand, he was touching your skin on the inside of your left thigh, while his right hand was making small circles around your entrance. You breathed louder as soon as you felt two wet fingers enter the center of your pussy thirsty for pleasure.

It was really good for you, you felt such a goddamn delight. At one point you even bit your lower lip, and as soon as you felt Orochimaru lengthen his tongue and its tip hitting the end of your uterus, you almost screamed. However, you managed to cover your mouth with both hands, thereby letting go of his smooth hair.You loved it when he did this thing.

“You don’t have to cover your mouth. We are alone, you know that.” He said, then closed his eyelids further eating you like a pro. With bliss flowing all over your body, you just widened your legs more, and then you wrapped your thighs around your man’s head while lifting your both hips a little bit.

Your moment continued for a few long minutes; during this time your hands squeezed the covers under the two of you more than once, and a few tears of ecstasy ran down your cheeks.

“...Turn around, slowly.” As soon as Orochimaru moved his face away from your wet and drooling pussy, you obediently lay down on your stomach, shaking your ass gently. Your lover just lifted the corner of his mouth up and that’s the first time that evening he gave you a solid slap on your right buttock. A red, big mark of a hand appeared on the skin very quickly.

Sex in this position was really nice for you – you felt a lot of stimuli and good pain at the same time (especially in your wrists and knees). Orochimaru, of course, liked sex in this version as well; in every other version, of course, too, but during this one it was different, tighter, nicer, closer.

With sensitivity, and at the same time with confidence, your partner put his dick into you – your legs immediately shook, and a light moan, enjoyable to the man’s ear, escaped from your mouth. The dominant black-haired’s hand immediately took your neck, and then pressed your head against the soft pillow underneath you.

Your sex was definitely not gentle and calm, quite the opposite. There was no monotony, pretty flowers, tons of candles or sweet words here. You both liked the less affectionate thing; your boyfriend was a huge fan of bondage, and you loved visible dominance in bed. You liked to feel a bit vulnerable, and at the same moment you liked it when someone took care of you, your body and – after all – your mind as well. You two were really matched in bed, you knew your limits, endurance and favorite things.

“Ugh...” Another loud murmur escaped from between your lips, and the man just pressed your neck tighter against the soft sheets. Meanwhile, with the other hand placed on your hip, he was supporting his weight. “Please, harder.” You muttered into the material, which muffled your voice a bit, but nevertheless Orochimaru heard you perfectly. He immediately increased the pressure on your body, causing your clitoris to rub against the satin bedclothes. The dual stimulation was too perfect for your defenseless frame, so you felt again a nice chills flowing through your body.

“I can see someone missed me a lot.” He whispered in your ear and you just nodded your head a little. “I’ve been gone less than a week.”

“You know it’s been a long time for me.”

You felt another hard hit on your ass, which made you squeal in surprise.

“As you feel, I’m here. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, Y/N. Focus on the present, and I promise you will forget about what was and what awaits us.” He assured him in a low voice, and you just smiled at the sound of his sincere words.

You definitely have no other cause to worry than another hard hit at your butt. I think you will undoubtedly need to find some qualified medic who can find a way to deal with your swelling and bruising.

#— 🍓#naruto #naruto scenarios #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #naruto x you #naruto shippuuden #naruto shippuuden scenarios #naruto shippuuden imagines #naruto shippuuden x reader #naruto shippuuden x you #orochimaru #orochimaru scenarios #orochimaru imagines #orochimaru x reader #orochimaru x you #orochimaru x y/n

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yourlocaljobstealer · 4 months

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Growing up & being kids with Itachi and Shisui 🤍

Ever since I watched the first episode of Percy Jackson series, I was struck by the fact that all these characters are still children. Rick did such a great job portraying them so accurately. Children soldiers, sacrificing themselves for an adult cause. Sounds familiar? Well, it prompted me to write those headcanons

All three of you believed yourself to be sooo mature, but in reality, none of you were free from engaging in embarrassing, childish behavior.

Spending all your money on stupid shit you'll never use. Two sided kunai? You're sharing that abomination and flexing it, not so subtly, in front of your superiors.

Coming up with a name for your group, then for a week using it almost constantly, in hopes that others pick it up.

When you and Itachi were still in the academy, teachers gushed over him, praising his calm demeanor and attentive nature. He was always listening. But was he, really? In fact, he was looking out the window and vividly hallucinating himself in different scenarios, fighting his bullies with a laser beam.

Both you and Itachi were younger than your friend, so you occasionally competed for his attention. Been on a mission? You'll be sure to mention how dangerous it was at least a few times, until Shisui gives a nod of approval.

While I believe the soldier mentality was strong in all of you, even in your childhood, you were just as awkward as "normal" kids when it came to civilian interactions.

Shisui in his edgy era threw a rock at one of his older colleagues. You run away immediately after. Both you and Itachi were so impressed by his nonchalance. Little did you know, he didn't even blink that night.

Building a secret training spot in the forest, making it a big deal in front of Sasuke but not letting him go with you, because he wasn't ready (Itachi felt guilty so he showed it to him anyway, at night so you wouldn't find out).

You in your baddie era, first breakup with a random guy, crying ugly tears, Shisui threatening to beat him up, then seeing him and worrying that he heard that, immediately turning the other way and quickly walking away.

You brought different parts of lunch for training, supposedly out of convenience. Whenever one of you would get mad, the rest would be figuring out how to eat the sandwiches without bread. The other person would be sitting across the place, holding eye contact while ostentatiously eating a bare loaf.

And of course, conversations like this

Mine sharingan is infinitely strong so it's stronger than yours

No, mine is infinitely strong + 1 actually🤓

Thank You for reading <3

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alustriel-the-star · 2 years

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A bold move : Itachi x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, mdni. dominant reader

Summary: Reader gets out of chart here. She just can not contain herself.

You just bought new house on contry side, perfect for you to create art. And you got lucky that the famous Japanise interior designer was in USA. Also you had even more luck you were famous painter. So if he comes to work with you to be precise for you it will only do good to his already shniy reputation. Few days after you called him, the man himself showed up at your doorstep. Dark suit , white shirt, tie well his tie was funny some bleached yellow color sparayed with some black dots to match suit. Black classic men shoes and dark blue socks. One hand in pocket other free ready to shake yours. He had watch on his wrist, and golden square ring on his pinky finger. You were always fascinated with men and their rings, especialy when men had long slender fingers like this one. He was charming and those eyes dark glistering there was intelgence in them. Charming and intelegent so dangerous combination in men.

"So y/n want me to desing your room and your atelier? Itachi asked

"Yes I saw your work. Make this cold and unsightly place warm and cousy. I need happy place to work"

'Yes I know what you want leave it to me " He nodded talking with cigarette between lips.

"I have two request tho" He said looking around

"Yes?

"Need your approwal for smokin and for loud music otherwise I can't work"

That was it what he wanted? So weird, maybe after all it wasn't lie when papers say that he is as weird as he is handsome and talented.

He worked hard. Giving himself in every clolor in every carpet in every furniture piece. He would personaly pick all. He had perference that everything should be wooden. Wood for him was warmth acceptance welcoming cousy. He would organise his workers with ease always smiling. Newer losing his enthusiasm.

Itachi walked you from atelier to your room. Showing all he did. He placed all your books and stuff back in new shelves. All your figurines too. You were impressed touching stuff that looked like new refreshed. Your room was like new. You had a feeling that part of him was inprinted in room.

You were tired from work so you just sat on bed taking small rest apologizing to him. He had no problem with that he just lighted cigarette .

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You were with back to him masagging your sore feet. He was watching the small of your back, your dark waivy hair. His look haizy drunk with your beaty. Every time you looked at him, with those big green eyes, he could swear that his heart dropped out of his chest.

While he was working in house he would see you outside. You were outside painting so occupied with canvas. You never notices his looks. He was caressing your hair with his look, caressing your beatiful white neck, touching your beautiful shoulders that skin covered only in light white summer dress. .

But You were after all stranger to him. Then why? Why he felt like this about stranger? He watched your hands working, fingers clenching and unclenching. Imagining how would feel those fingers upon his skin. How would feel to kiss you here and now, even if it meant nothing more then just to remember the feel of your lips pressed togerther. will we mean more then the passing storm?

"Its just perfect." You said stretching arms above your head.

"What is? Your room?" He asked

"What else?" You answered trying to relax your back.

He sat on bed opposite of you letting out puff of smoke. You turned looking to his back now. What got into you in that excatct moment you will never understand. Did you felt what he did?

You sat up, going behind him and hug him, laying your head between his shoulder blades. He put his both hands on yours that were connected on his belly hugging him. And just like that you began to kiss back of his neck after getting his hair away. He close eyes and shiver a bit caressing your side.

"You are so attractive, Itachi, your skin feels so good" You whisper to his ear kissing its tip. You went back to his neck, passionately kissing him there. You kissed his pulse spot, going with your hands under his shirt to caress his stomach and abdomen. His breathing quickened. He lean back at you and move his hand back to caress your cheek and hair.

You kiss his palm when he trails over your mouth and you lay head on his shoulder. Swiftly getting with hands under his pants caressing him there with one hand on his lenght and other over his hip going deepr to his inner thigh.

"You like it.. do you like it when I do this ?" He could not belive it, what got into you out of blue. Where is this fire coming from? There was no signs that you'll do something like this. Not one. Was he blind not to see? This attractive small and dainty, always calm and reserved hiding this fire inside of herself. You were petite and vivacious yes.

Your hands were like a flame , temperature rising. One more touch and he would ignite.

"Yes" He moaned that answer out.

"Then I should make you feel even better... " You lightly but firmly took his ear between your teeth biting him and slightly pullling on it. While taking his lenght in hand massaging it and untie his pants with other hand letting more space for your making. He leaned your head to him deaning kiss, he kissed so passionetly and all his moans were eaten by your hungry lips. You presssed harder and he was unable to kiss his lips trembled you drove him crazy. He pushed against your hand.

"Just like that..oh so tight your grip is. Is your body tight like that are you demonstrating how is like to be inside of you"

You provoke his imagination squeezing his lenght more slowly going up and down, trail thumb over his tip. You were breaking his calm nature. He would never do anything first. He would just look from distance. Admire, love and touch with his look. But your green eyes started this storm and he would be fool to let it slip away.

"You would like to find out don't you? You would like that I am so tight that you have to work yourself into me.. and slow at first, then hard and fast till you reach your zenith." You kissed his neck pumping him strongly while tou caress his skin on neck with tongue and teeths. You moved from behind him to his left side not stopping in your demonstrations. When you came to his left side he kiss you pushing tongue inside of your mouth and his hand between your thighs. He tasted you, your sweet lips and realized that he was starving.

You moan to his mouth stretching legs so he can caress you.

"Look at you … all flushed and wanting , just for me" He cooed

And he kiss you again. Moving his lips over your cheek to your neck teasing you with lips and tongue. His fingers working trought your wet folds. He push you down on bed taking off his pants. Helping you to get out off your summer dress. Then he caressed you with his lips from belly up. When he got his hips in line with yours. One strong thrust and you both shivered from the intensity of that one simple move . You moan turning head to side and close eyes feeling bliss in all your body. Your body was gripping him tight making him go faster and harder. You writhe under him when he got you over the edge. But his hips didn't stope he was chgaising his own release. He hiss and push in last time before collapsing over you.

"This must be a miracle. The bed is still standing" You teased.

"That is why I like solid wood " Itachi added.

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