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Tenzo×gn!reader for #17 first kiss please!
Tenzo wiped his palms on his thighs, hoping the nervous sweat from them wouldn't leave too obvious a mark on his uniform pants. He knew he shouldn't be so nervous, but it was impossible to tamp down the unfettered excitement bubbling up in his chest.
He'd waited for today for a long time.
"Tenzo?"
He spun around so fast he almost tipped over. Had he really been so preoccupied with his own thoughts he hadn't heard you coming?
He sputtered your name in a nervous, jumbled half-shout, grateful when your response was only a soft chuckle at his expense followed by, "Sorry I startled you."
One of his clammy hands went to the back of his neck, scratching his nape nervously. "It's fine," he said, "I was just a little lost in my thoughts."
Thoughts involving you, but he wasn't about to admit that.
You fell into step beside him easily, and Tenzo kept his hands clasped behind his back as he walked, all too aware of that same clammy perspiration on his palms, a result of his nerves. Wasps waged for dominance in his stomach and he was suddenly very grateful he hadn't invited you out to dinner tonight because he was sure whatever he tried to eat now was destined to make its way immediately back up his esophaugus.
You made smalltalk as the two of you wandered through the more densely populated parts of the village. All the while, Tenzo remained keenly aware of your proximity, the way your shoulder bumped his sometimes, your hand grazing his thigh as it swung at your side.
His anxiety spiked with each meaningless touch, the courage he had worked so hard to cultivate before seeing you dissipating in a frenzied swirl of emotion.
The two of you had gone on a couple of "dates," though he wasn't sure that was the exact right term. Tenzo didn't know whether taking walks around the village together counted as dating, exactly, and he was too embarrassed to ask anyone.
Of course, the two of you had eaten dinner together once at the shushu-ya, but that had mostly been accidental; a byproduct of the insisten rumbling of both your stomachs when you returned from a mission at the same time and found one another in the ANBU locker room.
"Would you like to grab something to eat?" you'd asked, "I'm starving."
He'd been all too eager to say yes, so excited to sit across from you and watch your face light up as you talked about your mission that he'd nearly forgotten to replace his happuri when he finished changing.
And the attraction he felt had only grown stronger since. Tenzo thought it seemed like you were seeking him out more often, though he couldn't be sure. He'd read somewhere once that coincidence was often a trick of the mind; when you wanted something, your brain focused on it more, heightened your awareness of it.
Maybe it seemed like you were spending more time with him only because Tenzo wanted it to be true.
But he'd resolved to ask you outright today whether that was the case; to dissolve any lingering doubt so he could ask the question which had been sitting on his tongue for weeks--"Would you like to pursue a relationship with me?"--with some reasonable surety of your response.
There was probably a more romantic way to ask that question, now that he thought about it, but Tenzo believed being straightforward in this instance would suit him best.
By the time the two of you had left the busiest streets of Konoha behind, Tenzo had managed to somehow increase the anxious feeling buzzing within him rather than quell it.
What a mess. How was he supposed to ask you anything when his brain felt so fuzzy and overwhelmed?
Resolute in his plan, however, Tenzo knew he couldn't back down. So he came to a stop at the place he had decided on earlier in the week; a somewhat hidden spot off the beaten path that overlooked the river.
It was private and, he thought, at least a little romantic with the setting sun casting gilded rays across the rippling suface of the water.
He took a long, slow, deep breath to steady himself and then turned to look at you. Tenzo felt an icy shock when he saw that you were already watching him intently, mouth curled in a soft smile and gaze far too intense for him to remain calm.
He cleared his throat. "I--"
That was as far as he got before the wasps resumed their torment of his insides and Tenzo felt the prickling of sweat against his temples, droplets running down the sides of his face beneath his happuri.
He clenched his fingers more tightly behind him and tried again. "What I mean to say is, I really enjoy spending time with you."
Okay. Well, that was supposed to come at the midpoint of his speech but Tenzo's thoughts were so jumbled he didn't think he could remember most of it, anyway, so maybe starting int he middle was for the best.
"And I... well, I had hoped that maybe..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. What if he was wrong? What if you didn't see him that way? He turned away, the mortificaiton of rejection clawed its way up his throat with such insistence he thought he might retch even though he'd forgone dinner on purpose.
"Tenzo."
He faced you again, "Ye--"
The word never had a chance because suddenly you were leaning so close Tenzo could see the hundreds of colors dancing in your irises, could count the eyelashes framing them, and then your hand was on his chin and you were closing your eyes and you were leaning so close and--
Your lips were soft against his, moving gently and molding to his own. He tensed, shoulders and neck going rigid, wide eyes still open. He forced them closed, forced himself to focus on the sensation of your mouth on his, your fingers, dancing across the ridge of his jaw, drawing him subtly closer.
Tenzo wondered if all kisses felt this way. The wasps in his belly dispersed, replaced with something still fluttery but gentler.
When you pulled away, Tenzo followed you instinctively, accidentally bumping his nose against yours. His eyes flew open, cheeks burning, "Ah! Sorry!" he said, taking a step back.
But you just smiled at him, eyes dancing, lips wet and a little swollen. "It's fine, Tenzo."
He stared at you, wondering how he'd gotten as lucky as this. The sun dipped below the horizon, taking its gilded light with it and bathing the river bank in deep, luxurious indigo.
"I don't know about you," you said, "but I'm pretty hungry. Any chance you'd like to get dinner with me?"
Tenzo swallowed, his question still lodged in his throat. Had your kiss meant what he thought it did?
"I--" he started, "Uh, yes." He looked at your feet, unable to continue meeting your eyes.
"Come on, then," you said softly, so close now he could feel your breath as it fanned over his face.
He startled when one of your hands reached behind his back and tugged one of his own free, lacing your fingers together with his and gentling pulling him back toward the village.
Tenzo's face was still aflame by the time you got to the restaurant, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the realization which hit as you'd taken his hand.
Your palms were sweating, too, your fingers trembling as you'd pulled him to your side.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one who'd been nervous, despite your seemingly relaxed appearance. Tenzo smiled as you slid into a booth, dragging him in beside you instead of letting him escape to sit across the table.
"I hope you don't mind," you said against his ear.
Tenzo shook his head. He most certainly didn't, especially not when you followed those words with a swift kiss to his cheek.
Suddenly, he was starving.
#tenzo x you#tenzo x reader#yamato x you#yamato x reader#gn!reader#friday flash fic fest#pls ignore that it is indeed actually monday as i post this a;sldkfjasdf#lemony scribbles#swingingmakerbonkplaid
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Hi I wonder if Yamato is having a wet dream while he and his wife were sleep together and his wife saw his member start horny, will she want to suck it out while he is sleep? I’m so thirsty for that. Nsfw.
Sorry for taking so long! I hope you're still around and can enjoy those headcanons ^^
Yamato getting sucked off in his sleep by his wife:
It’s not often that Yamato is at home and is able to sleep with you in the same bed. That’s why you cherish those times even more so.
Waking up earlier as him is just as rare, and those two coincidences falling together is like meeting a unicorn: almost impossible.
But this morning, you indeed manage to wake up before your husband, who only sleeps in a pair of loose boxers, like always.
Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you watch him for a bit.
Yamato favors sleeping on his back, one arm over his stomach, the other stretched out and dangling over the side of the bed.
It’s cute, and you’re about to cuddle up against his side to sleep some more when you spot… it.
The blanket tents just where his dick must be. At the sight, lust washes over you. Maybe, a little bit of morning sex would be just right.
But waking him up? No, the wicked idea crossing your mind is way better. The only question is: can you pull away the blanket to get to the source and execute your plan?
Ever so carefully, your hands sneak beneath the rim of the blanket. You pause when a grunt escapes Yamato, only to relax when he just wiggles a bit closer to you.
You manage to raise the blanket just enough to slip beneath. The scent of his body and sweat greets you, all intense and filling your lungs to every last crevice.
And there it is: your price. His dick stands at half-mast, all thick and groomed and delicious-looking. Your mouth waters just thinking about your next step.
Still careful and inching closer, you lower your head over his crotch. Overnight, his smell gets stronger, deeper, and almost rich. For a moment, you just watch the dick, which weakly twitches under your eyes. Then, you reach out, and your hand closes around the base of Yamato’s dick.
Hot, heavy and well-groomed. That’s your Yamato. Always well taken care off, shaved and clean. Lost in your admiration, your fingertips scratch over the thick vein at the underside of his dick. He twitches in his sleep, mumbling something under his breath.
You have to act quickly now. Soon, he will wake up. Smiling to yourself, you open your mouth and take the head of his dick between your lips. Only the very crown, then your mouth has to stretch a bit for his width.
Slowly, but surely, you take the tip in. For a moment, you let him rest on your tongue, the musk overwhelming your senses. Then, you go deeper, breathing deeply through your nose and stopping now and then.
Yamato is too thick to take into your mouth in one go. It takes some time, and you still struggle because it has been some time since you gave him a blowjob. But you want to surprise and please him (and most importantly: you want to see him come undone).
When his hand comes to grab the back of your head, you’re grateful and let out a long, guttural moan. Finally. Yamato woke up.
A wet, hot pussy. Just for him. Soft, warm skin. Always happy to be touched. You, with open arms and naked, your smile promising so many pleasures Yamato doesn’t know what to do first. He wants to gently hold and kiss you, he wants to suck small love bites into your skin, he wants to slide between your legs and rut into you until both of you can’t go on any longer. The lust inside him burns brightly, making him restless and anxious for the moment he is waiting for. His heart is pounding like crazy. Fuck, his dick is definitely reacting to the view, naked, willing and smiling full of love at him.
Then, suddenly, right before he can touch you, his dick twitches. Yamato looks down and sees another version of you, with your lips around his dick. Hot and wet, burning him to the very core, so much so a mighty tremble goes through his entire body. He can feel your tongue lapping away, following the vein on the underside of his dick he can only feel with his fingers. His toes curl up, and Yamato has to control himself to not just fuck into your mouth.
He knows how hard it is to take his dick down your throat. You’re always way too happy to oblige, but seeing you choke and sputter while he gains nothing but pleasure from your work doesn’t sit right with him. So, he reaches out, his hand hitting a blanket, then your hair and neck. His fingers lightly cup your head, which is answered with a long, delicious hum. The hum vibrates through your throat and his dick. So good. So nice. The next surge through his blood wakes him up.
His grip on the back of your head is light, but commanding. A shudder wanders down your spine, while molten heat runs through your veins and gathers in your middle. Fuck, you want him. Want him inside you, but first, you will taste him.
Just when your lips close around the base of his dick, the fingers around your head tighten.
“What… That feels… Fuuuck, don’t stop…”
His sleepy voice pleading for you to go on was music to your ears. The fingers in the back of your neck tightened, subconsciously pulling you closer and more onto his dick.
He was so thick that for a moment, you choked. A few deep breaths through your nose, and you relaxed, with his dick deep down your throat and your nose nestled in his pelvis.
Yamato sluggishly rolls his hips into your mouth. Not outright fucking your throat, but the promise of it lies on the horizon. Humming again, you crawl more over his lower body, so you can shore yourself on his thick thighs. Your fingers dig into his muscles, which he answers with a low grunt.
“I can’t hold on much longer.” His thighs faintly tremble beneath your touch. “Fuck… I love you.”
Coming up leaves your mouth and throat painfully empty. But you have to, because with your mouth full, you can’t tease him properly.
“What can I say? You’re looking like such a snack all the time, I couldn’t help but devour you.” A teasing kiss to the weeping tip of his dick, which jumps at the tender touch. “And go on. Fuck my mouth.”
While you talk, you gently caress his dick. The thin layer of your own spittle doesn’t last long, so you go slow and careful. Your thumb, index and middle finger meet just barely as you rub soothing strokes to the base, the knuckles of the other fingers tease the curve of his balls.
One last teasing grin into his sleepy, half-lidded eyes, then you go back to deepthroat him. This time, it’s easier going down, and when you encourage him to grip your head tighter, the wetness between your legs is proof of how much you love the situation you’re in.
“This…” His fingers thread into your hair, gentle caress and warning at the same time. “This is the best morning I had in a while.”
Yamato fucks in short jabs to get you accustomed to his strength. Then, his strokes grow longer, harder, a bit more painful to your throat. His breaths become heavier, almost desperate, and the grip on your head would bruise if he wouldn’t relax his hands from time to time.
It’s so hot to feel him lose himself in your mouth. Only a few whimpers and chokes escape you, the rest is muffled by either his dick or his pelvis smothering your face.
Only when his entire body tenses up beneath your hands, you know he is close. So, you continue to suck, hollow your cheeks, with your tongue lapping away at his twitching dick, and wait for him to reach his peak.
And what a peak it is. Yamato’s entire body seizes up, his hands pulling you deep down onto his dick, making subconsciously sure that you would swallow every single drop of his burning hot seed.
You can feel every drop running down your throat, filling your mouth and nearly overflowing, but as dutifully as you can, you swallow everything he gives you.
The only things in the room loud enough to overcome your heart beat are his labored breath and the wet pop as you finish him off with a last, gratifying ‘pop’ of your mouth when you pull back from him.
“I definitely should surprise you more like that in the morning.”
Needless to say, Yamato returns the favor by eating you out until your legs shake and the next time you are there to witness some morning wood of his, you will definitely try again to suck him off.
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Tenzo: how much longer senpai?
Kakashi: perfection takes time
Tenzo: I better look amazing then!
Kakashi: oh you do! It’s a perfect picture of you
Kakashi loves to troll his kohai
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Kinktober Day 12: Bondage(And if I say I want to set you free, don't you know you'll be in misery...)
warnings/kinks: bondage, power dynamics, reader is in ANBU, mentions of drugging, threesome, rough sex, oral sex(male receiving), smut, unprotected sex
word count: 0.8k
pairings: ANBU!Kakashi Hatake x ANBU!Fem!Reader x ANBU!Yamato
teaser: “See, Tenzo,” the voice says in the darkness to someone else. “This is exactly how you deal with a little brat.”
taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love. @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback
You’ve been getting under his skin the entire week. Kakashi has just about had it with you. You’ve been nothing but a relentless brat. With the missions and training, you really just made things even worse for your senpai. By the end of the week, he knew he would have to teach you a lesson. He had thoughts of all kinds of punishment but only one of them would truly suffice.
That Saturday night as you’re coming back from a mission, you head into your dorm for a shower. The ANBU dorms weren’t the best place to live but seeing as you had no family, this was the only thing you could really call a home.
After a long needed shower, you make your way back into your room to rest for the evening. You settle on your bed with your latest book and you begin to unwind. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to grow heavy and soon you’re falling asleep.
When you wake up, you feel stiff. You try to stretch but your arms and legs seem to almost be bound. You whine softly, your eyes feeling heavier than they should be. The room you’re in is so dark, but you see someone coming closer. They press a hand on your forehead and soothe back some of your hair.
“See, Tenzo,” the voice says in the darkness to someone else. “This is exactly how you deal with a little brat.”
Your heart skips a beat when you realize who is in this room with you. Tenzo, your teammate and there’s also your senpai, Kakashi. Kakashi has you bound to the bed and possibly even drugged. But it’s not like it’s unpleasant. Finally, you were getting the attention you so desperately wanted and craved.
“She’s wet, senpai.” Tenzo comments and you shudder when you feel his fingers brushing up against your panties. You let out a soft gasp as he presses even harder against you.
“That’s what little sluts like her enjoy. They want to be tied down and fucked until they can’t take it anymore.”
There was no denying that his words were true and they were affecting you quite a bit. You wanted to squeeze your thighs together for a little relief but you were too bound to even do that. You let out a soft whimper.
“Please, senpai…Tenzo, touch me…”
Kakashi chuckles darkly but he coaxes Tenzo to play with your pussy.Tenzo laughs nervously before pushing your panties aside and he begins to rub your folds softly. Kakashi seems smug as he comments on how badly you need this stimulation.
“That’s it, brat. Finally, you’re getting the attention you wanted so badly.”
He pushes Tenzo aside for a moment and Kakashi parts your thighs even more. He seems to be looking at your pussy to assess something but you aren’t quite sure. You whine and begin making a bit of a fuss when nobody is stimulating you.
“That’s it,” Kakashi says, and you hear him taking off his pants. “You’re asking for it.”
You barely have time to process before he’s shoving his cock deep inside of you. You cry out as the sensation of being stretched out almost past your limits hits you all at once. It’s so intense. Tears sting your eyes as he begins fucking you at a brutal pace.
“You were just begging for this, weren't you? Don’t cry now. You’re just getting what you want.”
You try to fight him off, your wrists burning as you do all you can to get out of the bonds that hold you to the bed. A soft cry falls from your lips as his cock begins hitting your sweet spot. From the corner of your eye, you can barely make out Tenzo getting undressed as well.
“Open up,” he says as he taps the tip of his cock against your cheek. You look up at him and you can’t believe sweet Tenzo is joining in on this humiliating fun as well.
You’ve got nothing better to do than to comply with everything that’s going on. As soon as he slips his cock between your lips, it’s like he’s become frenzied. With him and Kakashi frantically fucking you like it’s their last chance to do so, you feel yourself becoming incredibly close to your peak.
“W-wait,” you say as Tenzo pulls out of your mouth to let you breathe.
“No way, brat. You’re going to take what’s coming to you!”
You squirm against the bindings, the rope burning against your tender flesh. This feeling coupled with the way the pair is fucking you so hard sends you right off the edge. You let out a loud cry as you feel your whole body shaking.
Slowly, you begin to come down from your high and you’re panting and catching your breath. Tenzo is next to cum as he strokes himself to completion all over your face. Kakashi spills himself deep inside you, leaving you feeling full and sticky.
As they begin to dress themselves and clean up, they decide to leave you on the bed. Tenzo questions Kakashi about this.
“She hasn’t learned her lesson yet. Leave her here for round two.”
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Tenzo: I'm not a doctor I'm a medic
Kakashi: What's the difference then?
Tenzo: well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die.
Itachi: note to self; never get hurt
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To retain peace, there must be laws. Laws that not even gods can break; anyone who does so shall be punished under the authorities of their peers. Those of the gods who do not abide by the law will remain as the punished until otherwise decided. These few, practically unspoken laws, are as follows:
No god shall kill another god
No god shall steal from another god
No god shall perform acts of wrath upon mortals without justification
These makeup the thin line between chaos and order. These are the laws that must be followed, at all costs. The punished must pay a heavy cost for their misdeeds.
The sound of drums, heavy, loud, in unison, sounded out and you ran. Ran as fast and as far away as your legs could take you. To the mountain, to the forest, to the village, in order to reach your salvation. But somehow, in a twist of fate, you found yourself face to face with one of them. With him.
"I-I know who you are," you tried to let out between heavy breaths. "What you are."
"And what is that?" His voice was like silk as it poured over your ears, dancing through your mind like a leaf on the wind. You swallowed thickly, eyes shifting between his twisted form and the ground. What did he look like really? Was his human appearance as appealing as he sounded? Did he even have a human form anymore?
"You are-
Kakashi the Wicked
Yamato the Thief
Itachi the Betrayer
one of the punished."
Sacrificed: The Punished
tagged list: @therantingfangirl @justmyownreality @hashira-mal @skydaddy01 @silvermadara
A/N: Hello hello, welcome to the season two preview of Sacrificed! Otherwise called Sacrificed The Punished or just The Punished! I'm very excited to present this to you all. This season will explore more of the lore of the world of the gods as well as explore some more glorious kinks. It will be darker, it will be fun, it will be long winded, so come along and enjoy the ride!
Also there’s a Twilight reference in the preview bit and I don’t regret it. Extra cringe points if you’re with me.
Happy Halloween 🎃
Sacrificed: The Punished releases ???
Season one: Madara||Hashirama||Tobirama
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Hey, I read your Kankuro fic and I love it!
Could write something NSFW for Yamato (or Genma) x f!reader?
Can it be friends to lovers (and if you decide to write or Yamato:Can he have an authority kink? Like captain)
Sorry if you don't write for them or the kinks made you uncomfortable.
Have a great day ♥️
Ahhhh, tysm! I am so glad you liked it.
I went with Yamato because the idea of the authority kink was just too good not to pass up - I hope you enjoy! 😈 P.S. This turned out... way longer than expected. I am so sorry lol.
Title: O, Captain! My Captain! 🍋
Words: 5.2k
Pairing: Yamato x f!reader
Warnings: Fingering, hand job, praise, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, role play (RP), alcohol consumption, cinnamon roll Yamato
You weren’t sure if it was the ungodly heat of the summer night or the panging of your nervous system that made your palms sweat like Babe the Pig, but either way, your stomach felt like it was doing an entire gymnastics routine as you marched along the streets, bottle of booze in hand, towards Yamato’s apartment. The night sky was clear and cloudless, endless clusters of stars guiding your way to your best friend’s front door.
You loved this tradition the two of you had, pre-gaming together before you finally met up with the group halfway through the night, able to be completely drunk already and saving money on alcohol while also saving yourselves from the torture of having to bar hop to, inevitably, three totally different bars. Showing up near the end, the two of you were always able to get in a few dances before parting from the group with an Irish Goodbye, your friends so blackout by that point that they were none-the-wiser.
You had on your favorite long, flowy dark dress with sleeves that fanned out from your arms, your hair styled with various gleaming gemstones sprinkled throughout it. It always made you feel like a fantasy witch when you went out dancing in this dress, the sleeves turning into haunting wings as you glided around the dance floor and parted it like the Red Sea. The humidity in the air clung to your skin as your dress slightly stuck to your hot skin, draping you in black fabric, tiny beads of sweat dripping down your forehead.
You gave your signature two-knocks onto Yamato's front door - a secret code the two of you had since you both had crippling anxiety about answering the door to strangers - and your best friend opened it immediately, his white teeth beaming down at you as he gave you a bright smile.
“I think you forgot your bats at home,” He joked as he moved aside to let you enter through his doorway, giving you a gentle tap on the shoulder as you passed by him.
“Hilarious, Yamato,” You said, placing the booze down on the counter and immediately rummaging through his cabinets, pulling out two shot glasses. “Really, have you considered a career in stand-up?”
“Yes,” He replied, opening the bottle of tequila and pouring a shot for you first. “But then I decided to be merciful and save people from the unknown misery Comedian Yamato would surely provide to the world.”
You giggled a little louder than necessary and linked your arm with his, looping them together like you always did for the first shot of the night, bracing to swig the shots back at the same time. “Okay, ready?”
“Yup,” He popped the ‘p’ as he leaned down to be closer at eye-level with you. “On three, okay?” You nodded. “One, two, three!”
You each swung your heads back, the tequila burning down your throat and seeping into your stomach. You felt your lips pucker as you unclasped your arm from Yamato’s and squeaked, slamming the shot glass down onto the counter. You fanned your face as you licked your hand, frantically sprinkling salt onto it, before tonguing it clean. Yamato laughed heartily as he carefully set his glass down, giving you an inquisitive look.
“You’re supposed to do that first,” He stated matter-of-factly as he watched you with amusement.
You groaned. “I know that! I got too excited. It’s been awhile since I’ve had alcohol.” He hesitated pouring your next shot and you tilted your head at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” He responded, pouring his own shot. “I just don’t want to overwhelm you. You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?”
You laughed as you sprinkled more salt onto the wet side of your hand, smiling up at him. “It’s one shot, Yammy. I’ll be fine.”
He smirked and gave a single nod of his head. “Two shots.”
“Two shots,” You corrected, sticking your tongue at him. “I said it’s been awhile, not forever. I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“You?” He questioned, gulping down another drink. “I’m thirty-one, I’m definitely too old for this shit.”
“I forget that you’re that old,” You teased, your throat stinging as you slammed your second shot down. “We’re practically middle-aged!”
He said your name slowly, the sound numbing to your ears. Or maybe it was the alcohol. “You’re only twenty-five, don’t sell yourself short.”
“I’m single and twenty-five,” You groan. “I can feel my eggs dying inside me.”
Yamato’s soft laughter filled the air around the small kitchen and you felt your heart flutter in your chest as you watched his chestnut hair slowly sway around his face, his strong hand covering his fine mouth as his black eyes twinkled in the starlight. You had known him for at least five years now, and in that time, Yamato had carved his way into the “best friend” slot in your heart.
It was an immediate connection. You liked how he didn’t treat you any differently based on gender. He talked to you in a natural way, making you feel seen in a room where you felt small and inferior. He had a way of getting people to open up to him, his gentle voice lulling you in like a jinx. Recently, you have started to feel… different around him. Where there was once silent comfort, you felt rising tension; where there was once your friend's hand on your arm, there were now sparks sizzling wherever he touched you.
“Hey,” Yamato put his hand on your shoulder, steadying you as you swayed around lightly. “Are you alright? Maybe you really have had enough.” You felt heat rise in your cheeks as your heart began drumming in your chest. You gently shrugged his hand from your shoulder and pulled yourself onto the counter, now directly at eye-level with him.
“I’m fine,” You assured, placing your hands awkwardly in your lap. “Just tired lately. I am glad everyone is growing up and we’re meeting at a club instead of a bar.”
Yamato moved closer to you and stood between your legs, he was only within arms reach but he still felt way too damn close for comfort. You wanted to grab him by the wrist and pull him into you like a riptide; wanted to allow him to wrap you in his muscular arms and never let you go. The room started spinning around you and you placed your head in your hands as you felt Yamato place his hands on your knees, chanting your name with an increasing amount of panic as you hung your head.
His calloused finger gripped under your chin and turned your head to face him, splintering the world around you. You felt his hot breath tickle your lips as he placed the back of his hand against your forehead. His pink lips were moving but you couldn’t hear any sound, could only feel his skin on yours, smell his spicy cologne. You clenched your hands into fists on your thighs in a futile bid at suppressing the tension in the air as he sweetly smiled at you, his face slightly rosy from the alcohol.
“Maybe I should walk you home?” He asked, a twinge of sadness in his voice. You glanced into his eyes and saw his pupils were dilated, a glint of care twinkling within his soft gaze that made your heart flutter in your chest as you gripped onto your dress for dear life.
All your friends had been begging you to tell Yamato how you felt, but you couldn’t handle losing him. He meant too much to you; provided you a sense of security you hadn’t felt since childhood. Losing him would not just crush you, it would pull you apart. You would lose a part of yourself without him, so you stayed silent. You continued to be a shadow in the background when he would take other women home instead of you; would listen to him complain about his relationship issues and give him sound advice; would cheer him on through the pain of hearing how “this is the one” before the inevitable crash and burn, when he’d show up on your doorstep with ice cream, saying with his smile “I didn’t know where else to go.”
You took a deep breath and grinned up at him, patting his hand that rested on your hip. “No, I’m fine.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m fine!” You insisted, playfully pushing his face away from yours.
“If you say so…” He brought his face back down, your lips now inches apart, noses brushing against each other. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as Yamato trailed his hand down the side of your thigh and rested it on your knee, his other hand still cupping your chin. “You look really pretty tonight,” You watched his Adam’s apple wobble in his throat and you nearly blacked out. “Who are you dressing up for?”
You clenched your thighs together and moved your head back, the cool wood of the cupboard resting against the back of your skull. Yamato’s eyes were like dark pools of oil, twinkling in the pale light of the moon outside the window. His hand sprawled out on your knee, static surging up your leg and into your pussy as you felt arousal soak its way to your walls.
“Yamato,” Your mouth was drier than a desert as his formed into a tight line. He moved his hand from your chin to cup your cheek, causing small firecrackers to pop in your chest. The alcohol fogged your mind as he stayed planted in front of you, mouths inches apart. “You’re my best friend.”
He chucked, warm air tickling your nose and mouth as you smelled the slight tang of alcohol on his breath. “You’re my best friend, too.”
You closed your eyes, drinking him in like a potion. “But I don’t want you as a best friend.”
You kept your eyes shut tightly as you felt his hand on your knee twitch, the tips of his fingernails skating across your skin, as he pressed his warm lips onto yours. He was soft with you, like you would shatter upon contact as he leaned his head to the side and deepened the kiss, moving his strong hand from your knee to wrap around your waist.
You gripped onto the hem of his shirt and pulled him closer to you as your tongues swirled around each other, the air around you becoming light and sweet. You moved your hand slowly to his face, cupping his cheek as he let out a soft moan of your name.
The familiar jingle of Yamato’s ringtone jostled you from your fairytale as he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat. You were both panting, hearts banging in your chests, as he gave you a small smirk and checked the caller-ID. He groaned.
“It’s Kakashi…” He looked over at you, his gaze half-lidded and hazy; his lips reddened and glossy.
You laughed as you smoothed out your clothes and hair, gulping down lust. “Y-You should tell him we’ll be there soon.”
Yamato hummed as he flipped the switch on the side of his phone, silencing the tune. He put his phone upside down onto the counter and took a step closer to you, leaning down so your lips brushed together. “I want to stay with you.” You felt a knot form in your stomach as he studied your face, his oil pool eyes burning into your skin and boiling their way down to your lips.
“Do you want to stay with me?” His violin voice pacified your banging heart as you breathed in his cardamom cologne. It reminded you of the color burgundy, a sensually sexy smell that wrapped around your core and drew your face closer to his. You tried to respond but when you opened your mouth, you felt like your heart was going to leap out of it, so you only nodded.
He pulled you off the counter and into his arms, cupping the back of your neck in his athletic hand as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your arms rested around his neck as you let your forehead rest on his, a strong grip around your waist anchoring you to him. He licked his lips and looked up at you, his breathing shallow. You kissed his forehead and trailed your mouth down to his jaw, felt the way it tensed beneath your touch as his hold on you tightened. Every muscle in your body felt taut as you crawled your lips back up his face and hovered your mouth over his. You smirked as you pulled back from him gently, his finger circling around the base of your neck as flames coursed their way down your spine.
“Do you really want to know who I dressed up for?” You whispered. You felt his body tense up as he grunted in response. You used the tip of your tongue to lightly trace his cupid’s bow. “I wore this dress hoping you’d take it off.”
You squealed as he pushed down on the base of your neck, your mouths forming to each other like a jigsaw piece as your teeth clicked together. The kiss was no longer gentle; he was ravishing your mouth with his, treating you like a lost treasure trove. The air around you jostled as he sloppily kissed you and you could tell he was taking you somewhere. Your back slammed against the mattress as he sucked on your tongue, your nipples perking up. He trailed his hand from your waist to your thigh as he hiked your dress up, his slender fingers dancing their way up your bare skin like a sacred ritual, tracing each curve of your flesh.
He pushed his knee against your pussy and your body rippled beneath him as he trailed his lips along your jawline, phantoming over your neck. You could feel his heavy breathing against your skin, so hot on your flesh, as he played with the waistline of your panties with his finger.
He sucked the skin of your neck into his mouth and you whimpered, gripping his soft hair as you shoved your hips up on his, feeling his erection through his pants. You let out a shaky breath as he nibbled the skin above your collarbone, your eyes fluttering shut as heat flushed to your neck, a bruise forming where his teeth met your skin.
“I-” His voice was sinful. “I’m sorry.” He gently kissed the branding mark on your neck. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” He ghosted his lips over yours as he rubbed his finger over your entrance, the fabric of your panties feeling hot against your skin, a line of sticky arousal coating them.
“Please,” You couldn’t say anything else as you gripped his wrist and pushed his hand against your pussy, pleading for him to take you. He kissed you hungrily before pulling away, guiding you up with him by your waist. He stroked the outline of your body with his hands, sliding them along every curve, every imperfection; the twinkle lights in his bedroom illuminating him in a dazzling glow, his pale skin shining in the dark.
“Does this have a zipper, or…” His voice was a full octave lower as he gently twisted you around to examine your clothes, not wanting to ruin your favorite dress. You laughed lightly and guided his hand to the hem of your dress, your lace panties fully exposed as you sat cross-legged on the bed, your dress ruffled and haphazardly sprawled around your body. He lifted it off with ease and tossed it to the ground. You felt heat flush to your cheeks as you hooked your fingers under his shirt, nails raking across his abs, lifting the fabric up and over his head.
You both took in the sight of the other’s half-naked bodies in satisfying silence. Your eyes wandered over his bare, broad shoulders; trailed over his lean stomach, his abs rippling from heavy breathing, before landing upon his copper happy trail. You moved closer and hummed as you lightly moved your finger down the trail, stopping at the waistline of his pants.
Yamato watched your every move like an assassin, focussed on every flutter of your eyelashes, every parting of your beautiful lips. He had admired your beauty from afar for too long, always too cowardly to admit his feelings to you. To him, you were an enigma; a muse sent from above that had somehow, some way, taken a liking to him. He didn’t know if your interest in him was the work of bored gods or of the universe itself, but he didn’t care - all he knew was that he would have you, for as long as you would allow him the pleasure of being able to orbit around your gravity’s pull, and he would do his best to keep you with him, even if it meant only being your friend.
He had kept his distance while somehow getting so close to you. He knew every strength and every flaw; he knew your nightmares and your dreams; he knew your coffee order and your dark desires. He knew everything about you, and he loved you. His love for you burned him over and over but he didn’t mind walking through hell if it meant getting to have you in his life.
He watched your innocent eyes trail over his body as he drank you in like the sweetest wine money could buy. He examined your hips, your curved thighs, your soft tummy; the way you bit your bottom lip as your delicate finger left sparks along his midriff. He gripped your wrist and you let out a startled gasp, your eyes twinkling in the lights of his bedroom as you connected your gaze onto his. He felt a garden bloom within his heart as he moved forward and captured your warm lips on his; felt your souls intertwine together as he kissed you passionately, moving his hands to your back and unclasping your bra. It fell to your knees and he moved his way down your face, kissing along every inch of your skin, grabbing the bra and tossing it to the floor, before kissing between your breasts.
You whimpered his name as he moved his hands up your body and gripped onto your tight nipples, his calloused fingers strangely gentle as he danced around your nubs gracefully, pangs of pleasure shooting throughout your stomach and into your brain with each flutter. He kissed his way to your breast, slowly trailing his hot mouth along each inch of your skin, teasing you.
“Y-Yam-” He rolled his hand to grip your stomach and licked your nipple, your words catching in your throat as you moaned through the sensation. He worked his tongue around your nipple, memorizing it, as he moved his other hand down to your soaked through panties.
Your brain turned static as he pushed your back to the mattress, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear as he slowly moved them down your thighs. He guided your hips up with his free hand, fully removing your panties, and the air became increasingly heavy as you heard his breathing become shallow. You wriggled beneath him and crossed your legs, suddenly embarrassed and trying to cover yourself, as Yamato clicked his tongue and aggressively pulled your legs apart.
“Don’t cover up,” He commanded. You felt your pussy quiver as you glanced up at him through your hair, his dark eyes locked onto yours. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”
“N-No,” You responded smally, twisting your arms over your body to hide from him. His toned and lean body was so picture-esque, he made you feel inferior by simply existing in his looming presence. Now that you were getting so intimate, your friend was suddenly intimidating to you; features that were once sweet Yamato were suddenly sensual Yamato, where his eyes were once harmonious they were now hungry. Every inch of your body yearned for him, but he was just so… sexy. You cast your gaze away from him and looked to the ceiling, trying your best to disappear into the bed.
“I’m sorry,” You scoffed, bringing your arm up and over your forehead. “I don’t know what came over me.” You felt hot tears welling in your eyes as you shut them tightly, your heartbeat surely audible in the quiet of the night. Yamato shifted above you as you heard rusting fabric and a small “ow”, before he laid next to you and cradled you to him like a small child. His legs wrapped around yours and you realized he had taken his pants off and you gulped down a ball of anxiety as you twisted in his embrace to face him fully.
“I want you,” He stated. His voice was raw and quivering. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you.” He kissed you gently and you felt your body tense up. “But if it’s too much, we can just lay here tonight.”
He traced the outline of your jaw and you felt something deep within you snap as you grabbed his hand and moved it down your body to your heat. You maneuvered his finger between your walls as you coated him with your arousal. Yamato groaned hoarsely and pushed another finger into you, twisting himself upwards and immediately hitting against your G-spot.
“So wet,” He groaned, his chest heaving heavily as he kissed you deeply, his free hand circling between your shoulder blades.
Stars formed in your vision as your head fell forward and you moaned his name into his neck, your nails digging into his hip. He kissed the top of your head and you bit down on his collarbone as his thumb swirled around your clit, the coil in your stomach tightening harshly as you heard your name being husked, his voice breaking with each push of his slender fingers.
Your free hand found his dick and you wrapped your hand around it, coating yourself with his sweet pre-cum. He breathed out a praise as you grazed your fingertip over his slit and started matching his rhythm, each thrust of his fingers bringing out the raw nature of lust from within you as you ravished his cock in your hand. He was so big, it was hard for you to fully wrap your hand around him, but his gentle praises and heavy breathing were all the encouragement you needed. He grunted out your name as your pace increased, his finger movements becoming less deft, as you felt more pre-cum stick to your hand.
“Fuck. Ya-Yamato, I’m-”
“Captain.” He insisted, his thumb pressing into your clit harshly as his bedroom started twisting around you. “That’s Captain to you.”
“Y-Yes, Captain,” You cooed as you felt his dick twitch in your hand, the coil inside your stomach finally springing.
He twisted his free arm out from under you and pulled your hand away from him just as your orgasm exploded within you, pure white bliss enveloped your vision as Yamato sucked on your earlobe and continued circling his thumb over your clit. Your body rippled as you listened to his muffled chants, blood rushing to your ears and you felt like your body had lifted off the ground. That’s my girl - felt good, right? - you sound so fucking hot when you come.
He moved his head down your neck and kissed it, paying extra attention to your throbbing bruise he formed earlier, as he wrapped you in his arms and rolled on top of you. His fingers twisted throughout your hair, your rhinestones all askew as he fiddled with each glistening gem individually, kissing his way to your mouth.
“Wanna fuck you,” He husked between gentle pecks. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Fuck me, Captain,” You pleaded. “I’m-” He gripped your hands in one of his and brought them above your head, trapping them. “I’m on the pill.”
Yamato smirked down at you as he ghosted his dick over your entrance. You could feel the heat of him course its way inside of you and shoot straight to your soul, melting you from the inside out as he bit his lower lip knowingly.
“Will you- fuck-” Yamato pushed his head inside of you, slowly stretching out your walls, his girth shutting off your brain. “Feels good.” You murmured.
“Tell me what you want,” He groaned, slowly inching himself deeper. “I-I’m gonna fuck you hard. Say it while you can.”
Your heart nearly erupted in your chest as he increased the pressure in you, the power of his words almost spiraling another release from you. God, you wanted him to rail you. “C-Come in me,” You moaned as he pushed his full length into you and tightened his grip on your hands. “But…” You tongue peeked out from behind your lips at the pleasure of his cock twitching inside you as he bottomed out. “Pretend like it was an accident.”
“Got it,” He gruffed. He pulled out of you slowly, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with anticipation before he pushed into you, hard, rolling his mouth over yours as he fucked you. His dick was deep inside you, the curve of his tip twisting up into you like a tree growing roots as he rammed into you. Your mind was a blank canvas as you grunted out nonsense, each thrust turning your mind dumber until you could only think of him.
Heavy breathing and thundering hearts bounced around the walls of his room as he licked the shell of your ear, the scent of sex lingering in the air as he bottomed out inside of you, his hot body cocooning you to him. You twisted your wrists in his tight hold, desperate to grab onto him, but he only increased the pressure of his hand over yours as he dick filled you to the brim. Your nose furrowed and sweat dripped down between your eyebrows as he rammed into you, wet squelching with each thrust echoing through his bedroom.
A chanting chorus of Captains and Feels so goods were like rain to his ears as he breathed heavily into the shell of your ear, increasing his pace as primal instinct took over. His cock felt like a tree as he planted himself inside you, wanting to coat your walls with his seed and forever be rooted within you. Your cries of pleasure melded together into a beautiful sonnet of ecstasy as he released your wrists and cupped his hand around your throat. Your mewls were the greatest gift he had ever received as your fingers intertwined into his hair, the tip of your cute nose pushing against his hair trying to signal for him to kiss you.
“You’re perfect,” He growled as he ghosted his lips over yours. You could feel the waves of lust ripple through your body as he nibbled your bottom lip. “I- fuck.”
Your walls tightened around him as you pushed your hips upwards, thrusting him even deeper inside you until you morphed together into one being; your heart completely full as his warm lips brushed against yours. You twisted your legs around his calves, his grip around your throat tightening as he kissed you with ferocity, allowing your tongue to swirl around his as your body trembled from the power of another orgasm erupting throughout your soul. You felt your essence drip from you and slick its way along your thighs as he groaned into your mouth, a sensual sound that caused your heart to skip a beat.
“Captain, p-please remember to pull out,” You lied, kissing him deeply as his cock trembled inside you. His lips ghosted over yours as he looked at you with appraising, half-lidded eyes. He bit his lower lip and his eyelashes fluttered shut as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you as he slowly toppled over the edge.
Yamato repeated your name between curses as he spilled himself inside you, painting your pussy white as he feigned dismay. “I’m sorry - you felt so good. Couldn’t pull out.” He kissed you harshly as hot liquid pooled out of you and onto the bed sheets, his breathing ragged and gravelly, his hands trembling, as he continued to whisper apologies against your teeth.
“Shit,” You breathed. “What am I gonna tell my parents?” His head fell to the crook of your neck and he smiled against your skin as your heart rate slowed down to a normal pace.
“What am I gonna tell Sensei?” He joked, kissing your collarbone as he interlocked his fingers with yours. Light laughter filled the room as you came down from your highs. Yamato pulled himself out of you and rolled to the side, spooning you to him as he peppered your hair with kisses.
Your phone started ringing from the kitchen and you felt Yamato’s body slip away from you, a gentle “I’ll get it” as he sauntered out of the room. He returned moments later with a bemused grin plastered on his face, sitting down next to you on the bed as he faced the Caller-ID towards you: Kakashi. You motioned with your hand for him to answer it and snickered like a school bully when his eyes widened and a look of horror flashed across his face. He shook his head vigorously and flailed his arms around as you reached for the phone, but ultimately he caved, allowing you to grab the phone. You tapped the answer button breathlessly as you ran your free hand along Yamato’s muscular forearm.
“Hi Kakashi,” You said, hitting the speaker button and grinning up at Yamato. His face was a beautiful shade of deep red, his hair disheveled and wild. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as the awkward silence over the phone sunk in and you felt your heart pitter-patter as Yamato kissed your jaw.
“Hi there,” Kakashi’s words slurred together lightly and you could practically smell the alcohol through the receiver. “Yamato hasn’t been answering. Are you two…” You heard faint giggling in the background and swatting, small ‘shut up’s, and then a cleared throat. “Sorry. Are you two together?”
Yamato nodded his head lightly as he trailed his hot mouth across your cheek, planting a kiss to your nose; his way of giving you permission. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you cleared your throat.
“Yes,” Your voice quivered and you heard gasps from the other end of the receiver.
“Will you guys leave us alone?” Yamato chided. “We’re busy.”
More shouts of ‘I knew it’s and pleas of ‘Let me talk!'s were heard before Kakashi’s docile tone responded, “Uh-huh.”
“We’ll have to raincheck,” You stated thickly as Yamato’s strong hand fondled your chest. “I-I’ve gotta go.”
You heard Kakashi start to protest as Yamato ended the call and placed your phone onto the nightstand, a knowing smile growing across his gorgeous face, before he leaned in and kissed you lovingly.
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Headcanons for applying relationship with Kakashi and Yamato please
Relationship Headcanons | Kakashi & Yamato | SFW & slight NSFW
Thanks for the request!
Kakashi
Kakashi is more relaxed overall around you and within himself after some time of dating. He no longer needs to keep up his unbothered facade, and he finds it so relieving to express his thoughts and feelings.
You're a breath of fresh air to him—literally in some cases. When he comes home to your shared apartment, Kakashi can't help but stop and take a big breath the moment he smells your familiar perfume. He instantly feels the weight of everything leave his shoulders then.
While Kakashi treasures your nights in with some take-out, he doesn't forget about date nights. Even if you're both tired after a long day, Kakashi will insist on taking you out for a nice meal. That way neither of you have to cook and he can selfishly have you all to himself.
Kakashi always picks the most private booth. It's quiet, and Kakashi loves hearing about your day since your paths don't cross very often during work hours.
While sipping on some sake with his cheeks glowing somewhat, Kakashi won't be shy about placing a hand on your thigh and rubbing careful circles into your skin.
Kakashi wasn't always big on PDA, but he finds himself looking for excuses to pull you close and show everyone exactly who he managed to win over.
When you compliment him, though, Kakashi always gets flustered. His face burns like a schoolboy's, but it never fails to warm your heart.
By the end of the night, Kakashi wants nothing more than to take you home and release some of his pent-up tension. Watching your lips move while you spoke throughout dinner killed him, along with the way your skin seemed so touchable under the dim light.
Kakashi needs every piece of clothing off during sex. He can't help it. He needs to see every bare inch of you so he can deliver the worship you deserve.
His teasing is more confident than before, and he always pays special attention to your needs. Kakashi has endless praise for you, and he's always so impressed by how well you take him. His murmurings are low, gruff, and never lacking adoration.
Kakashi usually dominates you with his somewhat patronizing words, only to nip at your neck and coo his sweet nothings into your ear.
"You think you can handle all this, baby?" "That's right, take it all, sweetheart." "So good for me."
Yamato
Yamato was always calm and collected before he met you. But after? Yamato was a mess.
Your first date with him was almost a disaster because he couldn't stop trembling. He was so afraid of messing up or scaring you away, and just looking at you made him blush furiously.
Fortunately, your easygoing nature helped ground Yamato, and things got easier from then on.
Now, Yamato feels the security and trust between you two, and he doesn't need to fear anything but keeping you safe.
When you're around, Yamato becomes so soft. Like, mushy soft. He's so sweet on you that if anyone sees him melting near you, they can't help but roll their eyes.
Yamato would do literally anything for you. He has no shame in admitting it, too.
Yamato has such a unique way of looking at the world that you can't help but feel so enamored when he speaks, especially when he goes on long tangents about certain topics.
While you two don't live together yet, Yamato might as well move into your apartment at this rate. He's there practically every night, favoring your bed over his any day.
Yamato is a fantastic big spoon, but he secretly loves being the little spoon (but don't tell anyone that!).
Yamato doesn't initiate sex often because he doesn't want to seem pushy or expectant. Rather, he prefers to let you take the reins and tell him when you're ready.
Even now, Yamato gets flustered whenever your light pecks turn into long, drawn-out kisses. He'll never quite get used to the feeling of your skin against his, and the fire that burns within him is always so intense.
Yamato tends to be more reserved in terms of dirty talk, but he knows how much you enjoy his contented sighs and moans, and he doesn't hold back.
Yamato has no qualms about dominating you, but he absolutely adores it when you take control and ride him. He crumbles immediately and is quite literally putty in your hands.
"Y-yeah, baby—just like that." "You feel so good." "I won't last much longer if you keep moving like that."
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Yamato NSFW Alphabet
I honesty have no idea why i did this i was bored but i hope u guys like it ! if u want me to write this for someone else, lmk :3
warnings: nsfw, praise kink, & body worship
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
The king of aftercare, since he knows how rough he can get with you. While sex is quite rough and passionate, his sweet side comes back immediately after he comes off his high. He’ll hold you for a little bit before getting up to run the both of you a bath. He’ll tell you to pick out a bath bomb or bubble bath and get in, and he’ll join you after he changes the sheets and lights a candle in the bedroom. He likes to massage your shoulders while you lay with your back against his chest. Sometimes he’ll even wash your hair for you, and pepper your soapy scalp with kisses. After your bath, there is a 50/50 shot that you will run naked back to your room, since you forgot your pajamas.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite body part of his own is his arms. He has very well-defined arms, and he really likes how they look, but he also likes them because he can carry you with them. He knows that his arms are the reason he can do everything he can. He can protect his friends, his village, and most importantly, you. Also, you really love his arms, so that transferred over to him as well.
His favorite body part of yours would definitely be your nose. It’s definitely weird, but he just finds it cute when you express stuff with your nose, such as scrunching it up. He loves giving you kisses on the nose, expect to get at least twenty every single day. Sometimes he will bite your nose if he is feeling a little silly and goofy.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Since Yamato has such high stamina, his favorite thing to do is make you cum so many times that you can’t really walk or remember your name at all. Again, he is quite rough sometimes, and can get caught up in just seeing your face when you cum, since it is very pretty when your eyes roll back just because he is making you feel that good.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Wears lingerie sometimes just to catch you off guard. Also, he has a very defined ass, and with him wearing some black lace panties? Goddamn does his ass look absolutely delectable. *licks lips*
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He had absolutely no idea what he was doing before he met you. He never felt he deserved to be loved or pleasured, until you showed him how much of a darling he is, and that he is more than deserving of love and affection! Though, he is a very fast learner, so the awkward stages of sex pass by very quickly as you get in tune with each other.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Any position which allows him to see your face. Missionary, off the edge of the bed, etc. He can’t help wanting to look at your pretty face while he makes your eyes roll back in your head and your legs start to shake. Also, he wants to be able to see your lips if, god forbid, you need to utter your safe word, and your words aren’t strong enough to be heard over, well, the sex.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He can be goofy sometimes, but mostly he is serious. Sometimes he’ll push your tits together and make fart noises with his mouth between them. If he slips out by accident, he’ll make a pop noise with his mouth and giggle before slipping back in. He’s just a silly little guy sometimes, even while rearranging your insides, he can’t help it.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Very, and I mean very, well groomed. The carpets match the drapes indeed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
So goddamn romantic, dear god. He will call you ‘my love’ or ‘darling’ while dirty talking, and hold your cheeks and press kisses all over your skin while you’re having sex. Sometimes, when he’s feeling extra romantic, he will set up a whole afternoon for the two of you. He’ll make you a romantic dinner for when you come back from work, have rose petals leading into the bedroom with candles all laid out ahead of time, and he has everything already set up for a bubble bath afterwards. He truly feels that sex isn’t just about pleasure, but equally about the romantic connection between the two of you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
If you’re away on missions for too long, he definitely will, but never when you are home, since the two of you are on the same page about communicating your sexual needs to each other. When you are gone though, he does have a few pictures that you took of yourself, but nothing really compares to the real thing. Sometimes he even gets really sad with post nut clarity because he really doesn’t want to masterbate, he wants to fuck you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise and degradation kink, the absolute double whammy. He loves it when you praise him for making you cum telling him “oh you are such a good boy making me cum like that,” yet he also likes to be called your manwhore. That shit riles him up, makes him go much more rough and hard than before.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Kind of a basic bitch answer but he loves just the classic bedroom sex. Your room is just super special to the both of you, and you put a lot of thought into creating the perfect space for the two of you. It’s full of plants, candles, photos, and the softest of materials. Also, you have a drawer that’s full of sex toys right by the bed which is perfect for quick access when you need them!
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Tease him. Crack down that calm, composed man and make him want you so fucking bad. Tell him you need his big cock inside you, tell him you’re gonna make him cum, how you’ll suck his dick, etc. He’ll be pulling you to the bedroom telling you ‘I’m gonna give you the world, baby girl just you wait.’
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Yamato would rather die than have anything to do with piss or shit. That shit makes him gag, it's so vile to him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
An absolute yes to both of them, no questions asked. He’s got quite a large cock, so watching you try to fit the entirety of his dick in your mouth turns him on just by itself, but he’ll buck his hips up into your mouth, and he loves it when you let him cum on your tongue and swallow it.
For eating you out, he clearly has a lot to learn. You have to help him out verbally a lot, telling him what feels good and praising him when he makes you cum all over his calloused fingers, but eventually he gets really, REALLY good at it. Yamato can even extend the length of his fingers to hit your A and G spots at the same time while he flicks his tongue across your pretty clit, making you squirt in his face.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Rough and fast, yet still somehow sensual. Yamato can do it all, a man of many talents. It’s probably due to his stamina, but he could be pounding you into the fucking mattress and still give you the sweetest kiss on the nose and whisper ‘you’re taking that cock so good for me,’ and goddamn does that shit make you SWOON.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
No, probably not, he likes to make a whole experience out of sex between the both of you. Plus, since he can last so long, he always wants to keep destroying your pussy until you’re quivering and begging and squirting. He also quite loves the aftercare, as he just loves taking care of you after fucking your brains out, you screaming him name.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He will try everything once, that’s just the man he is. Yet there’s two things he’s quite curious about. One of those things is bondage. Since he has wood release, he’s been practicing how to make the wood less splintering so he doesn’t hurt you. He just really likes the idea of you being unable to squirm too much, since he’d be able to hit your spots much easier if you aren’t moving constantly. The second thing is pegging, or just anal in general. While Yamato is very much of a dominant man, and loves to wreck your pussy, he wonders what it would feel like giving you the reins, letting you stuff him with your cock and make him scream your name. Plus, you’ve shown interest in both of these things as well, so they’re on your to-do list!
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Hashirama’s cells must have done something because this man can go round after round with little to no breaks in between. His current record is 7 rounds, 7 cumshots for him, and a total of 20-ish orgasms for you. Not only can he cum a lot, but he has the muscle strength and stamina for it too. He’s able to keep thrusting so damn fast for hours, holding you up some of the time too. It’s damn impressive.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Yes, you have a lot of toys!! Mostly they are vibrators and buttplugs for you, all with cute little styles, but there is also a cock ring for Yamato, which he really loves to use when he knows he’s gonna nut fast. Also, the shit makes him feel so fucking good when he finally does cum.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not a tease at all, he loves to praise you so much more, focusing on making you feel good and driving you crazy. He, however, loves being teased. He loves being edged, being told he’s not allowed to cum unless it’s in your mouth, or because he’s been naughty. He loves when you whisper to him throughout the day very sexually charged things, and it gets him all wound up and ready to pulverize your pretty pussy and fill it with his cum.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He is quite loud actually. Despite his calmer demeanor in public spaces, he gets very wound up in the bedroom. He’ll moan in your ear while nipping at your earlobe, grunting and breathing heavily too. He’ll call you his love, then grunt loudly in your ear as he cums deep inside your pussy.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Has a thing for body worship, whether it be for you or from you. He loves kissing each part of your body, covering you in hickies and telling you how beautiful you are and how happy he is to be yours. He also loves it when you do the same for him, he quite likes being called pretty by his pretty lady!! If you cover him in hickies, and call him a beautiful good boy, he will blush so hard and maybe cry tears of joy at feeling such intense love from someone for the first time in his life.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He is so goddamn toned it’s insane. He has scars littering his entire body, as well as light freckles on his chest and upper arms. He has a bit of extra fat on his love handles (which u love to cover with hickies) and it’s so beautiful. He has man tits, god them fucking tits. They’re almost big enough to motorboat. also, he’s got a relatively big dick, around 7 inches and very thick!
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He is more of a quality over quantity type of person. While his sex drive is slightly above average due to his prior lack of experience, he knows that his and your job won’t allow him to have sex all the time. So, in order to counteract this, you guys always take your time whenever you do have sex, putting a lot of time into foreplay and making each other feel insanely loved.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Again, he is the king of aftercare, so when you guys are done, he doesn’t really fall asleep until you're curled in his arms, fast asleep. He’s just really protective of you, and wants to make sure you’re safe before he allows himself rest.
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thought i'd join into the fun. Lem's Kakashi imagine / Taryn's Gai imagine
You wipe the sweat off your brows as you stir the sauce on the stove. Cooking is not your speciality, but you know that you have more time than your partner, so you try your hardest.
You sigh through the heat. Something is not quite working right, you can smell the burn before you see it.
“Fuck.” You normally don’t swear, but you are frustrated. It just doesn’t want to work out like you imagine it.
Before you can hear him, Yamato has already stepped behind you, his arms wrapping around your hips to draw you closer. “Don’t worry,” he says softly into your ear.
He is better at cooking than you, has lived alone for years, and so he only needs two movements of the hand to save your dish.
“I was trying to do it for you,” you pout.
Yamato presses his nose into the side of your neck. “And you did. It smells amazing. Thank you.”
You don*t have to look to know that there are little flowers sprouting from his head and shoulders, and though you don’t have the mokuton yourself, you too feel like you are blooming as long as he is with you.
#yamato tenzou x reader#yamato tenzo x gn! reader#you know stuff#does a little dance#i wnat you to know kpz has promised lem and me some spicyyy arts for our posts#so its so worth it#alright hello
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19 kissing their injuries with yamato/fem!reader maybe? ;; he needs more love
Yamato sometimes thought the rules of physics did not apply to shinobi returning from a mission. Because right now, after four days of no sleep and soldier pills and running, running, running, he thought for sure the Earth was exerting more than its usual gravitational force upon his body.
He fell through his front door like he carried on his shoulders all the mass of a black hole.
It probably should have startled you, he realized, though only belatedly, as you reached your arms under his and helped him back to his feet.
"Welcome home," you whispered as you draped his arm over your own shoulders and half-carried him to the bedroom, where he gracelessly flopped down onto the mattress with a grunt.
"It's good to be back," he said, offering you a dopey smile. He couldn't help it, he was too tired and too happy to see you to bother trying to tamp down his affections. "I missed you."
You smiled at him with the warmth of the sun and Yamato immediately thought perhaps the gravitational force he felt so overwhelmed by was actually your own; like you were pulling him closer and closer and closer to your event horizon.
Despite your smiling at him, Yamato could see the worry in your eyes as you took him in. He knew he was in rougher condition than usual. It had been a particularly difficult mission.
"Shouldn't you be at the hospital?" you asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to begin unwrapping his ankles and removing his thigh pouch for him.
Yamato sighed. "I don't think so," he said truthfully, "most of the blood isn't mine."
"Mm," you hummed, poking his cheek where he knew there was a small cut. He shrugged, turning to kiss the tip of your finger, which made you laugh. You loosened his vest and gingerly helped him out of it, brows knitting together when you saw the wound on his side--a tanto slice which barely grazed over his ribs thanks to the thick material covering his torso.
Still, it had brokent he skin and the flesh around the cut was mottled purple from the brute force with which the short sword had been wielded.
"Superficial," he reassured you, "hardly a scratch."
You frowned at him and Yamato couldn't help it, he chuckled a little.
It felt so nice to be cared for.
Without a word, you made your way to the bathroom to retrieve disinfectant and a first aid kit. Tenzo did the rest of the work for you, tugging off his shirt so you would have unrestricted access to his injury, revealing a smattering of smaller injuries across his chest and shoulders.
You sat beside him again and patiently cleaned all the cuts you could find, finishing with the largest one on his side before pinching it closed with butterfly bandages. All the while, Yamato admired your lovely features, the way they scrunched and bunched as you worked.
He'd missed looking at you while he was away. Didn't think he'd ever find a person he loved staring at half as much as you.
"All done," you whispered, packing your supplies away and returning them to the bathroom. Yamato looked down to admire your work, noting with a satisfied smile how meticulous you'd been.
When you returned, Yamato opened his arms wide, beckoning you closer. "Come here," he said, craving the feel of your skin against his, the weight of your head on his chest.
You smiled sweetly at him, running your fingers through his tangled mess of hair. Then, you leaned down and kissed the cut on his cheek, then the one above his eyebrow.
Yamato's back arched without his consent when you trailed your lips over the smaller cuts on his chest, the bruise on his shoulder. His skin felt electric and sensitive, goosebumps erupting over his entire body with each delicate press of your lips.
You finished with soft, fluttering kisses to his side, careful not to disturb the bandages or irritate the surrounding bruise. Yamato reached down and cupped your cheek in his hand, drawing you up for one last, firm kiss before he relaxed against the pillows, dragging you down to join him.
You laughed lightly as you settled in, careful not to upset his injury as you laid your head on his shoulder.
Yamato fell asleep before he even registered it was happening, your weight like a blanket of reassuring gravity, holding him down. Safe at home and with you at his side, he could finally relax, knowing you would be there to greet him happily when he woke up.
#yamato x reader#yamato x you#tenzo x reader#tenzo x you#fem!reader#lemony scribbles#friday flash fic fest#pls ignore that it is indeed actually monday as i post this a;sldkfjasdf#do ninjas study physics? probably not but i make the rules here and so.
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Six months after the release party, you and Yamato have fallen into a wonderfully simple routine. Things are about to change, though.
~ X ~
Hey there! Welcome back to the last chapter of The Forest Cat Café ^^
Here we are, at the end of another fic. I'm really happy how this entire thing turned out and I'm so glad you guys liked it, too! :D Sometimes, we all need just a little bit of softness in our lives, together with good food and Yamato and his little diva-cat Kairi ;D
Thank you all for the support! All the comments and Kudos mean a lot to me, especially for this fic ^^ Enough talk, enjoy the epilogue! ;D
~ X ~
6 months later…
Waking up had never been easy. Now that a cat laid across your chest and purred away like its life depended on it, didn’t make things any easier.
“Kairiiiii…” A yawn escaped your mouth as your eyes fluttered open. There she was, the diva in the flesh, with her eyes intently set on your face and her paws neatly folded in front of her chest. “Not this again.”
The cat chirped away and yet, didn’t move a single muscle. Just her tail twitched as she watched you, how you yawned and stretched beneath the soft blanket, all the while trying not to move too much to not disturb the cat.
Most of your mornings now were like this. As you turned your head to look over to the other side of the bed, you only saw the vast space where, usually, Yamato would sleep. Probably went earlier to the café to help out. Usually, he would still be there in bed, possibly even running the tiniest bit late to wake up alongside you. A smile flashed over your face as one of your hands stroked over his neatly folded side of the bed.
A demanding meow echoed in the room, and just a second later, Kairi crawled further up, with her paws edging over your body and purring so hard she sounded more like a broken vent.
“Food?” you mumbled. “You damned manipulator. Looking at me with your little eyes and blinking at me.”
Kairi blinked slowly.
“Yeah, don’t think I don’t know what that means. I got you figured out, lady.” With a low grunt, you started to move your upper body upright. Kairi, already used to the little spiel between the two of you, just let herself slide down into your lap, still purring and her tail flicking around. “Yeah, yeah. I’m getting up. No worries about your food. I’m up, I’m up…”
Throughout the entire ordeal of swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, standing up and starting to walk into the kitchen, you handled Kairi with the experience of a few months of regularly sleeping over at Yamato’s place. Most of the time, you went to his place, just because of Kairi and her rightful demands in terms of food and attention. But you also loved his flat to death by now.
In the kitchen, you let Kairi jump out of your arms as soon as she spotted her little bowls set out on a fancy little mat in the corner of the kitchen. Still purring, she sat down beside them, only to look full of expectations and demands in her eyes up to you.
“They’re still half full, you diva.” Still, you sighed, bent over to gently scratch her beneath her chin and grabbed the can with filtered water. “Yamato spoils you so much. But here is your filtered water, your highness.”
You had made the mistake once trying to give her unfiltered water, right when you started to sleep over at Yamato’s place. He hadn’t been home, and you had been able to sleep in, and Kairi demanded to be fed, almost like today. She hissed at you when you tried to fill her bowl at the sink, only stopping when you used the can with the pre-filtered water to fill up the bowl. Now, you had learned enough to also know which food the cat-diva preferred in the morning and in the evening respectively, just like her favorite toys and in-between-snacks.
When Kairi was happily lapping away at her water, you stood and watched her for a moment. In the silence of Yamato’s apartment, the little sounds of the cat were amplified. Closing your eyes, you let your shoulders roll. Not even the hard pops startled Kairi, but they ripped you out of your own stupor.
“Time to get dressed,” you mumbled after a quick look at the nearby clock of the microwave, “and get ready.” You were meant to meet up with Kakashi for lunch at the café, to talk about the progress of his next book, as well as offer him an extended deal. Not only the next two books, but Senju Publishing wanted to keep Kakashi as a house author, with some influence from Uchiha Press when they might ask for it.
You left Kairi to her own devices and went back into Yamato’s bedroom. Some of your clothes waited there, together with some fresh underwear and a few pairs of socks, in a pre-packed bag you tended to keep in the back of your car nowadays. Quickly, you got dressed after you checked the time, noting that you were running a bit later than you would have liked. Still, enough time for you to arrive at the café and get settled there.
When you were ready and made sure Kairi was taken care of, you pulled your shoes on and slung a bag over your shoulder. “See you later, little diva!”
No answer, but you liked to believe that the cat would cry out for you when she noticed your absence.
On the way to the café, you enjoyed the sun coming out. The winter had been long and rainy, a more extended Autumn with so little snow, Christmas almost didn’t feel like a true Christmas. With the spring in full bloom, you enjoyed the warm weather, the smells in the air and the many colorful flowers at the side of the road. Maybe you could convince Yamato to have a little walk in the evening through the nearby park.
The first thing you noticed, when you arrived at the café, were the three young waiters. Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke had their heads stuck together, with Sasuke being a lot more disinterested than the other two. You didn’t even get the chance to properly greet them, before Sakura noticed you. Quickly, she shooed the other two away, before grinning at you.
“Hey there! So good to see you! Here to see the captain, right?”
Speaking of, you couldn’t see Yamato behind the counter. Only Naruto took the place there, instantly engaging with a waiting customer and charming them with his sunny attitude.
You shook your head. “Unfortunately, I have to meet with Kakashi first. Is he already…”
“He isn’t in yet.” The girl gestured to the empty armchair the author usually sat in. The cushion already took on the shape of his ass. The habit of mooching off of Yamato still didn’t stop. “But let me get your seat ready! Do you want anything special?”
“Just a nice tea, I think. The Vanilla chai with cinnamon, perhaps?”
“Right.” Sakura didn’t even have to write down your order, just smiled and nodded. “And the food is taken care of, like always. And… don’t be too surprised.”
“Too surprised?” you echoed. “What am I supposed to be surprised about?”
But the young woman didn’t answer, just wiggled her eyebrows in that special annoyingly knowing look you already knew and left you to your own devices. You could only look after her, how she and Naruto continued to talk and snicker behind the cash register, both of them throwing some glances into your direction.
Sitting down at your usual table, which was thankfully free, you couldn’t help but wonder what Sakura meant. What did she want to tell you with that? You shouldn’t be too surprised? About what exactly? Did they plan something? Some kind of surprise?
Well, of course there will be a surprise. But why did she say it like that…
“Sasuke?” You called out to the young man who just walked by with a pair of menus in hand. “Can you… Sakura mentioned a surprise. Or that I shouldn’t be too surprised about something. Is it something bad?”
He stopped beside your table, and you understood instantly why. The table which obviously waited for their menus was another group of giggly girls, all of them snickering among themselves and throwing looks into his direction. He shrugged, features like always disinterested and flat. “I only marginally know what’s going on. It’s nothing bad, that much I can tell you.”
“And not a hint for me? Your favorite customer?”
“I have no favorite customers.”
“And we both know that is a lie.” You threw a smile at him. “But your resistance to the inevitable is duly noted.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes as he walked off, but you still liked to believe that there was some kind of affection for your mild teasing. For sure, you had to be his favorite customer, at least right here and now in the café. The competition wasn’t too big at the moment, just the table with the giggly girls as well as an older couple just ordering their food and drinks with Naruto. The other customers were all sitting outside, enjoying the sun and fresh air of the spring.
Really, the day started off so well, but now with that unspecified surprise looming over your head, you couldn’t sit still anymore. Constantly fiddling with your phone, looking over your shoulder to check for either Yamato or Kakashi arriving, and with your leg bouncing up and down like crazy, you resembled more someone on a sugar rush or on a serious coffee withdrawal than someone about to meet with their client.
The door in your back chimed. Instinctively, you turned around. Kakashi finally arrived, like always a bit fashionably late and also like always looking like he just fell out of bed. Maybe even more so than usual, with dark circles beneath his eyes and obviously haggard to the point of making you worry.
“Hey there… Are you alright? You’re not looking so good.”
“Yeah…” He slid into the seat opposite of you. “I’m also… I don’t know, the book is running me around like crazy.”
“That bad, huh?”
He shook his head. “No, no. It’s wonderful. I’m just… It needs to be as good as the first one, you know? Otherwise, you guys wouldn’t get what you paid for, right?”
Oh no. The doubts already started. The doubts and the worries and the thoughts of failure every creative person faced at one point in their lives now came to him a thousandfold because of the contract and the obligations now cracking down on him.
You had to calm him down, now. And work with him extensively to avoid Kakashi burning himself out before he could even light up properly.
“Kakashi, you don’t have to work that hard and make sure your book is a success. It is fine. There’s still lots of time to rewrite parts of it. For now, there is no pressure at all. We need the full book maybe by the end of the year, and even then you still have some more months of time. We don’t expect you to work at a fast pace. Calm down, take your time and please,” you smiled at Kakashi, just in time for your tea to be placed in front of you, “do not stress yourself so much. You have many people to rely on if you need help. First and foremost me, but also Yamato, your father and other friends. Please, do not worry.”
A small step to build him up, but necessary and oh so important.
You hadn’t looked up who exactly dropped off your tea, but when you felt someone still standing there, you looked up. And a smile formed on your face.
“Hey there.”
“Hey yourself. Slept well?” Yamato bent down to you, and you raised your head to accept the quick kiss. And he added, after a few seconds: “Oh, hey there, Kakashi.”
“Hey, Tenzo.”
“I told you not to call me that.”
“Ah, you like it.”
“You look like shit.”
“So mean to your old senpai…” Kakashi shook his head slowly while scooting out of the booth. “So, so mean. But alright, I will leave you two alone, so you can do whatever two lovebirds do.”
His knuckles graced the table, knocking two times, then the man was gone, like mist chased away by strong sunlight.
Looking up to Yamato, you gestured weakly towards the spot where Kakashi sat. “You heard him. Please, sit down with me.”
“With pleasure.” A grunt escaped him as he sat down, but then there he was: with his usual white t-shirt with the dark words “Forest Cat Café” right where his big heart was, a black half-apron tied around his waist and with a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. You reached out and wiped some of his hair stuck to his forehead away, mirth crinkling your lips.
“Working hard, huh? Did you drink enough?”
Yamato had at least the decency to look guilty. “I’m trying… but it was really stressful this morning. I still have the water bottle in my office, though.”
“It’s fine, I get it.” Your hand slipped down, easily finding its place in the palm of his hand. Your fingers intertwined, right there on the table. Even though so much time had already passed, sometimes you still marveled at the simple contact with someone who didn’t shy away from your touch. The touch lasted just for a second, then you got up and walked towards the backroom. Inside the tiny room with the crammed and really messy desk, you nearly missed the water bottle, hidden away beneath the table inside a small bag. It took a moment to fiddle with the fabric, but you managed to grab the water bottle. Filtered water, of course, but yet untouched.
He does way too much, works too much.
Maybe it’s time for a little weekend getaway. Yamato surely needs it.
And I need it too. Just somewhere Kakashi can’t reach me over the phone. Or Tsunade.
When you came up again, you spotted a small picture of you standing on his desk. That one was new, but definitely appreciated. It had to be one of the pictures from a few months ago, taken while spending Christmas together. It had him, you and Kairi sitting together, the two humans with hideous sweaters on and the cat sitting in a box and looking up to the small, fake Christmas tree. You remembered that evening clearly, as the Christmas party inside Yamato’s flat was truly a sight to see. And hear, as Sasuke had brought a karaoke machine on the insistent begging of Naruto and Sakura.
For another second, you stared at the image, captured by the memories, before waking up from your little trip down memory lane. Right. Yamato needed to be hydrated.
Coming out of the small office, you could see how Naruto and Sakura were standing right beside the table where Yamato still sat. They had trays in their hands, but were way too busy talking to their boss to notice the weight.
It had to be about the surprise. So, it was only natural to want to know more. And what better way but to eavesdrop?
Still, eavesdropping in itself was a shitty move. What if there was something else going on; something which wasn’t for your ears to hear? But unfortunately, your curiosity won over your decency and manners. So, you tip-toed closer and closer, always aware that Naruto and Sakura could turn around at any given moment, or, which was more likely, that Yamato could spot you.
Closer and closer you inched, straining your ears to catch every single word.
“... So exciting!” That was Sakura. She had one of her hands placed against her waist, the other easily balancing out her tray. Her face was all rosy; features relaxed and happy. “That is so exciting, to think-!”
“Yeah,” Naruto interrupted, “it’s so cool! And we’re kind of the cause of it, believe it!”
“The cause…?” Yamato seemed puzzled for a moment. Then, understanding seemed to dawn on him, measured at his tone. “Wait, you guys… Don’t tell me-!”
“Oh, we surely did!” Sakura cackled. Then, to your horror, she started to count off certain incidents with her fingers, one by one, and you finally realized what the girl was talking about. “(Y/N) going to the self-defense course, so she can see you at your physical best. The entire summer weekend, with all the dancing and the sunscreen and sleeping in one room… The Christmas party with the spiked egg nog…”
“That was you?”
“To be fair,” the girl raised her hands, “I was at my wits end. And tipsy too.”
That was why the Christmas party slash Karaoke night went so out of hand. A smile turned up the corners of your mouth, which you tried to hide. Still, you must have made a slight sound, as Yamato suddenly turned around in his seat, only to spot you, how you tried to hide a wide grin and your obvious glee at the discovery.
“There you go,” he gestured into your direction, so Naruto and Sakura whipped their heads around, “now we finally know who ruined a perfectly fine egg nog.”
“I can’t believe you would do this.” Shaking your head in fake disappointment, you squeezed yourself into the small space where Yamato sat. Even though he scooted aside, it was still a tight fit. But you wouldn’t want it any other way and instinctively, you reached over to take one of his hands into his. “Ruining egg nog. Really, Sakura? And all of that for the purpose of…?”
“Well, obviously,” the girl still had the confidence to look smug, “to get you two closer together.”
“We were together at the Christmas party. We literally cuddled right in front of your eyes. What else were we supposed to do?”
“Should we make out right in front of your eyes?” Even without looking, you knew Yamato tried to hide a grin forming on his face. His free hand slid up the side of your body, only to come to a rest at the back of your neck, lightly yet possessively attaching himself to you. An unusually open gesture for him. “Like, right now? In front of you guys?”
Cue the expected disgusted retching and them both vanishing way too quickly.
Yamato grumbled lowly under his breath. “They got way too nosey lately. They should focus more on their studies than our lives.”
“True.” The hand in the back of your neck moved, his fingers digging lightly into a knot you had no idea was there. “Especially since we got together. They have way too much time on their hands, apparently.”
“Mhmm… I should really cut off the electricity to the dishwasher and make them do it by hand.”
“Sounds like a great plan to me. But… after you finish this with your hands, please.”
He hummed, while still continuing to gently massage the base and back of your neck. Warmth spread at the innocent yet intimate touch; warmth and care and love as you leaned into his fingers, with your eyes fluttering close and a moan living in your chest.
“With pleasure.” His voice washed over you like the ocean, all quiet and safe and comforting. You leaned more into him, getting closer as it should be possible, snuggling into his side and nearly moaning as he continued to massage.
Only a few light steps woke you up, but you still kept your eyes shut and face buried in Yamato’s shoulder, even when something heavy was settled onto the table right in front of you.
“The other two didn’t want to come close,” Sasuke’s voice made you at least open one eye, “as you were, and I quote here, “disgustingly happy with each other”. And Sakura said something about having to do something special for the next café-party. As an apology.”
Without another word, the young adult turned away, ready to face some more giggling of annoying customers and hopefully earning a huge tip for his efforts.
For another few precious moments, you relished in the closeness of Yamato and breathed in his wonderful scent, then you managed to rip yourself away from him. “Alright. Some nice food, I’ll take it?”
“You take it right.” You straightened yourself out just in time to see Yamato���s features twitch just the tiniest bit, then slacken. You knew that strangely blank expression by now and knew what it meant. He tried to hide something; something which would have otherwise made him react in some kind of way.
Yamato straightened himself out alongside you, lifting the two plates from the tray and placing one in front of you, the other on the table in front of him. “Today, we have some new recipes we wanted to try out. Here we have,” he pointed at your plate, “a plate of Spaghetti Carbonara. A local farmer provides the small bits of meat in there, the rest is unfortunately not as locally sourced as I would like to. Still working on that.”
“And it still looks delicious.” The smell made your mouth water, but you controlled yourself. “And the other one?”
Yamato hummed weakly. “Something a bit more sweet. Arme Ritter… is basically just french toast from German, but with less sugar and more options to customize it. Savory or sweet or just plain ones.”
“And you went with the savory option, I see.” Small cherry tomatoes were peppered around the three slices of baked toast, with dots of mozzarella cheese slowly melting on top of the neatly arranged slices. You leaned forward to inspect the toast, which had a wonderful golden sheen to its surface. “Is there some…”
“Ham? Yeah, but I hid it a bit beneath the toast.” With a fork, he quickly lifted the top slice, showing off some slices of grilled ham. “Has the additional plus of keeping the meat hot for a bit longer.”
“Really clever.” Following a sudden urge, you kissed his cheek. It was always a delight to see him surprised by some show of affection. This moment was no different. A sheen of red crawled up his neck and he cleared his throat, all the while avoiding your eyes and your cheeky smile.
When you sat back to try and decide on a meal, your eyes fell back onto the empty tray. Well, it was supposed to be empty, but right in the middle was a small, black box. Just the size of a golf ball, and just the size of a…
Your heart shot up into your throat. Oh no. Please, no. It would be incredibly sweet, but way, way, way too early. You would need to turn Yamato down if he really wanted to propose, but you could also very easily imagine married life with Yamato, which honestly probably wouldn’t differ too much from your current life…
He acted like he only now spotted the box. Way too casually, he leaned back into the back rest, the voice just as casual and tense as his body language. “Oh, that. Yeah… That was something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Something to… Yamato .”
“(Y/N).” His knee pressed for a moment a little stronger into your leg. “I really think it’s the right time. We’ve known each other for way longer than only six months, after all.”
“I couldn’t possibly…”
“Oh, and Kairi loves you. She wouldn’t mind, I believe.”
“Well, I sure hope so.” A laughter crawled over your lips, ever so slightly hysterical. “Don’t get me wrong, but she has only little say in this matter.”
“Oh, some say.” He hummed, only to learn forward. His hand reached across the table, fingers closing around the small box. For just a moment, he twiddled with the box, so comically small in his hands you wanted to laugh once more, but no sound fell from your mouth. “I… I certainly think it would be the right next step, you know?”
“To marry?” A squeak swung in your voice, all high and way too loud. “Is that it? And you don’t think that’s a tad bit too early?”
Yamato’s face fell, from excited and nervous to absolutely gobsmacked. “Marry…? But…” One look down at the small box in his hands, and all color drained from his face. Apparently, he finally understood where you got the idea of marriage from. “Oh! No, no! Gods, no! Not… This is not… Oh my.”
“What is it, then? If not what I think it could be?”
“It’s just-! I swear, it’s just a key to my flat!” He nearly shouted the last word out, with all the panic and anxiety of a person fearing to be misunderstood. “I wanted you to have it, with some space in my wardrobe!”
Wait… What?
You froze in your place. Mouth hanging open and totally shocked. Your heart was still beating way too strong and hard, every thumb echoing in your ears like thunder. You swallowed, only to point at the small box. “It’s… it’s a key? To your flat?”
A helpless smile flashed over Yamato’s face. “I mean… yeah. It’s… I wanted you to be able to come and go freely. I know, it’s a bit early, but I honestly feel… secure enough to already give you this.” His hand with the box flinched weakly.
Thank fuck. Not a proposal, nothing like that. Calm down again, will you?
A key though… You could definitely live with a key. A key to Yamato’s flat was another step into the right direction, one you definitely were willing to take. Indeed…
Yamato was still watching your every move. So, you stretched out a hand yourself, reaching over to the small box. Your eyes met just like your fingers did, and the touch lingered.
“It’s just…” His shy smile was still able to melt your heart. “I really think we’re ready.”
Seriously, how could one man be this cute? And he was yours. Today wasn’t a good day for your heart, as the palpitations following his little smile surely would show up on an EKG. For a few long moments, you could simply sit and stare at him, so completely in awe you forgot what you were about to say, but then you woke up from your shell shock.
“Right… Oh, Yamato. We are really two peas in the same pod, in a sense.”
His forehead wrinkled. “How so?”
But you were already busy looking up something on your phone. Your thumb trembled a bit as you scrolled through your private mails, until you finally found the one you hunted for. Quickly and with your hands still faintly trembling, you handed Yamato the phone. Now that he made the step first, it was way easier to show him what you had worked on.
Yamato accepted the phone, now confusion clearly visible on his features. “What is this?” His eyes were already scanning the content of the mail. “This is… an order for a custom keychain.”
“In the form of a… aw, a cat?”
“Yeah. I sent the girl a picture of Kairi, and she promised she could make it happen. It’s for your keys to my place.”
“My keys?” he echoed.
You nodded, while a little smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah. I have three sets of house keys, so I didn’t need to make one, but I wanted to… make it special. So… A keychain.”
“A wonderful keychain.” His smile mirrored your own. Just as confused, just as deliriously happy, just a tad bit insecure. Just like you felt. But it was a big step for the two of you, but one you were both willing to take. For each other.
“Yeah, a wonderful cat keychain for the cat lover who is also my boyfriend. Plus a set of my house keys, of course.” You shrugged like it was no big deal. But it was, you knew it and he knew it as well.
“I love you,” Yamato murmured. Still smiling, he clutched your phone in his hand, only to bite his lower lip and shake his head. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
New laughter bubbled in your chest. There were no words to describe how you felt, and there were none necessary. Still with the small box with the key to his flat in your hands, you went in for a hug. The position was weird, you had to turn your entire body into him which hurt your spine a little, and you couldn’t really enjoy the usual warmth of his hugs, but it was just perfect. “I love you, too. So, so much”, you whispered into the ear closest to you, and you felt how his hug tightened the tiniest bit in response.
Closing your eyes, you let yourself fall. So many months before, you never would have believed that something like this would happen to you, out of all people. But here you were, as happy as one could be. Only time would tell how the relationship with Yamato would go, but you had the distinct feeling that it would last for a long, long time.
Possibly even for the rest of your life.
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Ok i need to talk about this somewhere so i’ll do this here.
Imo it was impossible for Tenzo and Kakashi to have any romantic relationships during their Anbu era. I believe they were a prefect team, a Senpai and a Kouhai but not something more.
I am sure that Tenzo had a HUGE crush on Kakashi since he was a teen but couldn’t understand this for many years because of his traumatising past and the way he was socialising as a kid in the Root. I think it would be really difficult for him to understand his feelings at all and it’s not only about the romantic feels. So i guess he had to work on his mental state and the world perception for a very long time before he realised that he loves Kakashi.
And then we have Kakashi who is so traumatised that he can’t afford feeling attachment to the others while he is in Anbu. He is barely functioning himself, I don’t believe he could feel anything romance-like at that time. Then, team 7 happened and he had learned a lot from them. He had to think about his feelings and probably learn how to love again after such a long dark period.
I love their Anbu interactions.
I love noticing the way Tenzo admires Kakashi.
I love seeing them care for each other during missions.
But i am sure their relationship had started after Kakashi left Anbu and probably after he became a sensei.
#also i think its kinda weird when people write about long hair tenzo without telling his age#like bro#he was 14 when he had long hair#he was a kid and then cut his hair off into a bob#i mean it could be a headcanon that he let his hair grow even when he was older in the anbu but pls#tell me he is an adult and not a fourteen yo when you write some fics#kakayama#kakashi#kakashi x yamato#yamato tenzo#tenzo#captain yamato#yamato#anbu tenzo#kakashi x tenzo#anbu
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Retire |Kakashi X Reader| HC
Summary: You need some convincing to leave ANBU.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and depression. Mentions of suicide. A bit angsty and self-destructive, but fluffy overall.
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Even though he'd retired a few years back, you were still an active ANBU captain.
The job was grueling, and he was well aware that the longer you stayed, the worse the missions became.
That isn't just because of the overall baggage people acquire, but because seasoned black ops were often sent on the more... unethical missions.
You'd been acting off recently. He had let it go at first, knowing how taxing the line of work could be, but something in his mind was bugging him to investigate.
He assumed everything had started to actually get to you, so he decided to check in on you between missions with team 7.
He knocked on your door. It took a minute, but you answered.
He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but this wasn't it.
Your appearance was appalling.
You'd lost a lot of weight, you had bags under your eyes, and you reeked of alcohol.
"Just checking in on you. It's been a while."
"Yeah, Tsunade has me on back to back missions. This is my first break in months."
He had assumed his intensive schedule with his team was the thing keeping you two apart, but apparently not.
"How about you get cleaned up while I go get us something to eat? My treat."
"I'm pretty tired, Kashi. I think I'd like to continue rotting for the time being. Thanks for the offer, though."
You gently shut the door in his face.
A sour look plastered itself on his face.
Unfortunately, your use of rotting didn't seem too far off, so he decided to talk to a third party about it.
His first stop was to see Tenzo. Maybe he knew what was up since you two worked so closely.
"I've noticed as well. I tried to ask, but they told me it wasn't appropriate for subordinates to question their captain."
Add that to the list of odd behavior.
You loved Tenzo like family, just like Kakashi did, so the sudden change was worrisome.
He went to ask Asuma as well, knowing he had been in the village more often than he had recently.
Asuma pulled him inside his home and away from prying eyes. Last thing he wanted was the wrong person hearing such a sensitive information.
"We already talked to Tsunade about it months ago when we noticed a decline in her health. Word got back to them, they said something about breach of trust, and they haven't spoken to any of us since."
Kakashi just nodded.
He remembered a time where he also reacted poorly when he'd been questioned in a similar manner.
The only difference is lord Third actually listened instead of allowing him to dig himself deeper into an early grave.
He dwelled on it for a few days.
He cared about you deeply. It was different than any of his other friendships- more personal and open.
The last thing he wanted was to go behind your back and end up with the same treatment the rest of the group was getting.
So he put on his big boy pants and showed up at your door again with vengeance.
He had been practicing what he'd say the whole way over. He needed to be prepared for anything you threw at him so he didn't falter.
But when you opened the door, his fire simmered out.
You just looked so tired.
His words got stuck in his throat.
So he did the only thing he could think of - he just walked forward, straight into you, and wrapped you up in a hug.
You resisted at first, but the second his warmth hit your bones, you relaxed.
It only lasted for a moment before the feelings started to set in, causing your body to shake with sobs.
You fell to the ground, dragging him with you, but his hold didn't loosen one bit.
"It's okay. I'm here for you."
That only made things worse. Something about his comfort was making all the feelings you've worked so hard to repress bubble up to the surface.
After you'd visibly calmed down, he'd picked you up and carried you to the couch. He positioned you so you'd be touching as much as possible without him being too forward.
"I hate ANBU."
Straight to the point. He wasn't sure if that was good or not.
"Why don't you retire? It's been almost fifteen years. That's way longer than most make it."
You hesitated. You had a reason, but the thought of saying it out loud made it sound so silly.
One look at Kakashi’s face told you he wasn't messing around.
You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder. It made it easier to answer without him looking at you.
"If it's not me going out there, its someone else. I'm already too far gone, may as well save someone else from this fate."
Oh.
Kakashi had fully been expecting some sort of 'I can handle it' response, but this one was so... awful. Just absolutely heart-wrenching.
He collected his thoughts, trying to find a way to reason with you.
"There are people in ANBU who can handle that kind of mental load. You were that person many years ago,"
You just looked at him with that sad, defeated face, and it broke his heart all over again.
"But that's not the case anymore. It's time to pass on the torch."
You shook your head, ready to get up and kick him out. He just pulled you back down and held your hands in his.
"I was so angry when I was forced to retire. I felt like I could do more, like it wasn't that bad, and everyone was underestimating me. Do you know what happens when shinobi like us aren't told to quit?"
You shook your head.
"They end up like my father."
You stayed silent after that. How could you argue when he had just pulled the dead dad card?
So you promised to think about it.
He knew that would be as good as it would get, so he dropped it and opted to switch to a lighter subject.
After an hour or so of talking, you fell asleep. He carried you to your bed and tucked you in. He thought about staying over, but decided against it.
He didn't see you the next day. He'd knocked on your door, but no one answered, and he couldn't sense you inside.
He hoped you were just busy and not on another mission.
He did see you the next day, however.
He was heading to the Hokage's tower to chat with Tsunade about team 7's next mission when he bumped into you.
You smiled at him.
It felt like he was looking at a different person. You were almost glowing. Your eyes seemed a bit brighter, face looked a little fuller, and overall vibe was less damming.
"I retired this morning."
He damn near hugged you in front of the whole village.
"That's great to hear."
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‧₊˚✧ naruto | masterlist ✧˚₊‧
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the caretaker
: ̗̀➛ pairing: iruka umino x fem!reader
: ̗̀➛ synopsis: It's a particularly rainy that Sunday morning. You have places to be, and the rain certainly wasn't going to stop you - a pothole in the road might, however. How embarrassing, now you're late and wet. Oh, God, please tell me you didn't see that?
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: set early in shippuden. fluff & comfort. reader sustains a minor ankle injury. mentions of otc painkillers. minor suggestive themes.
: ̗̀➛ read here
sentimental values
: ̗̀➛ pairing: iruka umino x fem!reader
: ̗̀➛ synopsis: Iruka hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the young Sarutobi woman he spent Halloween with; he’s completely enamoured with you. How had he never noticed you like this before? Here’s the catch: Konohamaru doesn’t appear too happy with the budding relationship between you and the Academy instructor - a continuation of the caretaker.
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: set in early shippuden. fluff. mentions of prior injury. suggestive themes.
: ̗̀➛ read here
triad effect
: ̗̀➛ pairing: yamato tenzo x fem!reader & kakashi hatake
: ̗̀➛ synopsis: Excuse me boyfriend’s best friend, I need you to come underwear shopping and tell me which set he’d find hottest as a gift. Oh, can you also explain what the hell this contraption you’ve put me in is? Wait, what are you doing in here … stop, we shouldn’t do this … alright. Maybe just this once.
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: modern au. valentines series. 18+ only. explicit sexual themes. threesome. cheating (never fear, it works out for reader in the end), cunnalingus, public orgasm, voyuerism, consensual recording, multiple creampies, sexting, dry humping.
: ̗̀➛ part one
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: ̗̀➛ part three
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kill of the night.
: ̗̀➛ pairing: kiba inuzuka x fem!reader
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: 18+ only. dark and explicit sexual themes. a/b/o au. mentions of blood. fingering. oral sex (f receiving). unprotected vaginal penetration. marking/scenting. mating press. breeding. creampie. where kiba fights his natural instincts to devour you & breeds you instead.
lean on me.
: ̗̀➛ pairing: iruka umino x fem!reader
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: 18+ only. explicit sexual themes. mentions of canon character death. angst & comfort. dealing with grief & mourning. - fourth instalment of the caretaker.
just working on my fitness.
: ̗̀➛ pairing: fem!reader x might gai / rock lee / shikamaru nara / kiba inuzuka
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: suggestive themes. modern au. headcanon series regarding the type of gym-bro the characters are & how they would react to a muscle mommy in the gym.
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