#Onsen heaven

[hi-technique]

#Onsen heaven #bath #hotspring #hottub #japan #onsen

[yueebby]

indulge me? — gojo satoru

synopsis you and gojo go on an overnight mission and it goes wrong in every way

contents so. much. pining. (2.8k words of it!?), one bed trope, whipped!gojo, ooc gojo, completely self indulgent, a lot of cardiovascular talk, they’re first years in this!

notes first time i’ve written in AGES. sorry :3 ps this is a little snippet from a satosugu x reader series im thinking about starting. thoughts?

(edit: i wrote a part ii)

Gojo Satoru was born blessed. From birth and to death he will always be honored. It wasn't his fault that the Heavens delighted in him. So when Yaga had announced that he and you would be sharing an overnight mission to Kyushu, he nearly leapt in joy (lucky him)!

You, on the other hand, were less than thrilled to find out that you were going to be traveling alone with Gojo Satoru. For two whole days. It was a death sentence.

“Make sure to text me, so I know you're not dead.” Shoko looks between you and Gojo. Either your head will implode as a result of Gojo, or he is gonna be on the receiving end of your wrath. Shoko can’t wait to see which.

“Do take pictures, I heard the onsens there are incredible.” Suguru slyly adds. Satoru perks up at his comment. The two of them share a knowing look before Gojo speaks up.

“Wanna take a dip with me once we get there, [Name]?” He looks into your eyes, his lips are quirked upwards like he’s up to no good (which he is). “I promise I won’t take a peek!” He winks.

“Keep fantasizing, Gojo.”

“Oh I will.” He hums happily. The smile on his lips is kind of cute, you decide. Just a little.

— — — — — — — 

Kurokawa, you come to find out is a very small town in Kyushu. So when people start to go missing, the entire town falls into shambles. Before your trip, Yaga had made it known the enemy you’d be facing. 

“A common denominator of the missing persons is that they were all young women.” He had warned you and Gojo. “It’s an unidentified curse, but I trust that the two of you will be able to handle it.”

Three missing girls. All under the age of 25. Two of which were locals, one being a tourist. 

The moment you arrive on the island of Kyushu, your guard is higher than ever. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Gojo.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of some horny curse,” He looks down at you as the two of you make your way down a small street to your ryokan. Kurokawa was a traditional town, its pride resting on the old culture causing it to be untouched by modern architecture.

Unamused by his nonchalant attitude, you decide to ignore his vulgar comment, “What grade curse do you think we’re up against?”

He makes a noise to show that he’s thinking. “Does it really matter? It’ll be no match for me either way.”

You roll your eyes, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, we still have to figure out what happened to the victims.”

“I don’t see why that’s necessary, but okay.” Your snow haired peer dismisses. It makes you a bit envious that he doesn’t have to ever feel fear for his life. Must be nice.

The two of you arrived at your designated ryokan soon enough, it was a small town after all. Gojo leads the way with you following right after. You can’t discern any cursed energy in the building, but you still make a mental note to ask Gojo about it after you both are situated. 

An elderly lady in an orange kimono stood behind the desk, smiling at you and you returned it back happily.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a young couple here.” She says. That’s right, with the recent disappearance of young girls, there would be a sudden decrease of tourism around this part of town. “You certainly are a beautiful match!”

You gratefully accept her compliment, “Thank you, but we’re not–”

“Thanks granny!” Gojo wraps a strong arm around your shoulder. “I don’t know how I even managed to win her over!” There’s a wide grin on his face that makes your eye twitch. Leave it to him to tell people the two of you were together. Not only that but he totally disrespected the old lady with his informal talk!

“Unhand me, you!” You forcefully whisper at him, while trying to unwrap yourself from his hold. His arm does not budge even as you try to push it off. What the hell is this boy eating? Gojo chuckles with the old lady while you struggle.

“My, the two of you remind me so much of my husband and I in the days of our youth,” She sighs dreamily. Her age must be interfering with her memory because there was nothing inherently romantic going on between you and Gojo. “How long will you be staying here?”

“Only one night,” Gojo decides that he has tormented you enough and lets you go. He slides her his card and she pulls out something from the old wooden counter she stands behind. 

A single key.

Your eyes bug out. Gojo’s eyebrows raise. You laugh nervously, face feeling warmer than it was thirty seconds ago.

“There must have been a misunderstanding. We need two rooms, ma’am.” You hold up two fingers to emphasize your point. 

The smile on the old woman’s face falls, “I’m afraid I cannot do that.” Your jaw drops.

“Huh? Why not?” You press on further. Surely they could not have been booked out of all of their rooms. Tourism is at an all time low after the strange disappearances.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of the strange disappearances in the area. It’s a miracle the two of you have even decided to stay here, which I am very grateful for. That is why I must repay you back by ensuring your safety. Otherwise I must ask you to leave and stay in the next town because I will not allow you to endanger yourself so carelessly.” 

You blink. Neighboring town? That was hours away. The curse was here in Kurokawa. You can’t afford to jeopardize a mission just because of your own feelings.

Gojo’s hand is halfway to the key, but he waits for your approval. You sigh.

“It’s fine, we can do one. Thank you.” You bow your head. She smiled apologetically as she handed Gojo the key. Gojo, unbothered by the revelation, whistles happily as the lady leads the way to your suite.

— — — — — — — 

operation satoru x [name]!!!!

Gojosatowu added getosugu, shoko.ieiri

Gojosatowu You wont believe it!!! shoko.ieiri What the hell is this gc And what the hell is Operation satoru x [name]?  getosugu  how come [name] isn’t in this? Gojosatowu Ladies, ladies, one question at a time please getosugu  Expect a forehead flick for that comment shoko.ieiri  Stfu and just answer the questions Gojosatowu alright alright [name] and i are sharing a room in kyushu!! i may come out of this mission a changed man. shoko.ieiri  someone make sure [name] is still alive and well Gojosatowu I dont appreciate your lack of faith in me >:( shoko.ieiri  Keep a six feet distance from her at all times perv Gojosatowu I might have to for my own sanity. What do you think she wears to bed? shoko.ieiri  You disgust me sometimes getosugu  Only sometimes? shoko.ieiri  Let me correct myself. You disgust me. Gojosatowu Im feeling the love :(

“What are you giggling to yourself about?” You place a hand on your hips as you watch Gojo smile at his flip phone.

“Oh don’t you worry about it,” He closes it. Weird. “What’s the living situation?”

You sigh. “Despite its traditional arrangement, there is a bed.”

Gojo perks up. “Yeesh I’m glad! If I had to sleep on the floor my back would be all sore right on a mission. Y'know how annoying that is?”

You suck your teeth. “Allow me to rephrase myself. There is only one bed.” 

There is an awful silence in the room, save for your erratically beating heart. Of course the old woman decided to place you in a couple’s suite.  

“Heh.” Gojo chortles happily. “Wow, this must be a divine sign from God Himself. I mean, who are we to ignore this?”

“Don’t start,” You hold out an accusatory finger at him. “I’m gonna go request an extra futon.”

He pouts, “Don’t be like that, sharing a bed with me can’t be that bad.”

“I’m willing to bet otherwise.” You walk past him. The white haired boy watches you go like a sad puppy.

— — — — — — — 

You took your time getting an extra futon, using it as an excuse to get all of the nervousness out of your system of sharing the same room as Gojo Satoru. Sharing a room with a boy was already bad enough, but Gojo? Your heart skipped a beat (out of nervousness, you insist!).

By the time you make it back to the room, the lights are out. You assume that Gojo decided to go to sleep early. You don’t blame him. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day of hunting for the curse rampaging Kurokawa. 

The only light source in the room is coming from the bathroom. You sigh. The idiot must’ve forgotten to turn it off. Nonetheless, you were gonna go get unready either way so you make your way to the half open door.

On the sink is a complimentary toothbrush that you help yourself to. You apply some paste and–

There is a sound of something sliding shut from behind you. You look up at the mirror. Standing behind you was Gojo. Wet. And naked. 

“Oh my gosh!” You spit out your toothpaste and ran out of the room. How did you fail to see that Gojo was in the restroom? You blame it on the sliding doors separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom. Oh my gosh. Your face feels like it’s on fire. He has a six pack. And why does his stupid hair look like that when it's wet? Your heart was beating at an abnormal rate. This is so inappropriate.

Shortly after your freakout, Gojo steps out of the bathroom. There was no way you could face him now.

“Aw, don't be so shy now. It’s not like this will be the last time you’ll see me like this.” Gojo stands in the doorway. There is a towel wrapped around his waist, still leaving him indecent in your eyes.

“I don’t like what you’re insinuating Gojo! And lock the door when you’re in the restroom you creep!” You look anywhere but him.

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault, was it? You were taking so long I thought you left me here alone.” You can practically hear him pouting. “Either way, you were the one checking me out.”

Your eyes widen, “I was not checking you out! Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Don’t feel ashamed, this can all be yours,” He gestures down to his body.

“You freak.” you blanch.

He winks at you.

This was going to be a long night.

— — — — — — — 

It takes you about half an hour to calm down from the bathroom catastrophe. By now, you’re situated in your futon while Gojo is tucked on the bed. If you had to guess, it’d be nearing midnight around now. You just need to close your eyes and get some sleep before your mission tomorrow.

Except you can’t sleep.

Every time you close your eyes, your mind betrays you and an image of Gojo post shower illustrates itself in your mind. And it doesn’t help that he sleeps shirtless. You seriously need your mind cleansed.

That wasn’t your only issue. The room was sub zero. Who knew traditional ryokans had such advanced air conditioning systems? All you could hear was the air conditioning machine overworking itself. You could even argue that it was colder than Shoko’s morgue. And your sleep shirt and shorts were doing little to help insulate you. 

“Wanna come cuddle with me?” The last person you wanted to hear from breaks the silence. You pretend to be asleep. “I know you’re not asleep! My six eyes tell me that you’re shivering.” Busted.

“I am not cuddling with you.” You stare at the ceiling above you, arms crossed. How could he even propose such an idea? Has he no shame?

“Well I can’t face the old granny here if my girlfriend ends up dead by freezing!”

“I am not your girlfriend, Gojo. Nor will I die.”

“That’s not what she thinks. Plus we have a mission tomorrow, so I can’t have you getting sick on me now.”

“I’ll be fine, Gojo. Now go to sleep.”

“I run hot when I sleep, y’know. Let me be your personal heater.” You don’t have to see his face to know that he’s grinning.

“I refuse.”

“Well I refuse your refusal.”

You blink.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Now c'mon,” He pats the spot next to him. “I’ll even make a wall in between us.”

You hear the bedsheets shuffle and you have to sit up to see that Gojo was stacking two pillows in the middle of the bed to prove his point. You’re nearly certain that the only thing you’ll be catching soon is a headache if you keep up with his antics. It was a tempting offer, one that you would surely accept if it wasn’t Gojo Satoru.

“Gojo, I—”

“...Please?” His voice is softer than you have ever heard it. It was unfair how Gojo was making it harder and harder to reject his offer.

A silent moment passes by.

“...Fine,” You reluctantly get up from your pathetic excuse of a futon. “But no funny business!” You warn him. 

You see Gojo perk up from the bed. He looks at you with expectant eyes, “You got it!” He gives you a thumbs up. 

Whatever. If Gojo knew what was best for him, he wouldn’t try anything. You take in a deep breath before turning to face the opposite direction of where Gojo laid. 

“Good night [Name],” You hear Gojo whisper. You sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, goodnight Gojo.”

Eyes closed, you pray a silent prayer that everything will be fine for the remainder of the mission.

— — — — — — — 

Ever since Gojo was young, his body has been used to getting little amounts of sleep. Unsurprisingly, that caused him to have a natural alarm. It was always annoying whenever he woke up at the crack of dawn on a day when he didn't need to, but luckily for him, today it proved to be a blessing. There was an unfamiliar warmth radiating onto his body. Satoru opens his eyes.

He thinks he feels all of his six eyes widen when he feels himself wrapped around another body.

There you were, in all your beauty, lying fast asleep. In his embrace. Soft snores were escaping your mouth and there were stray hairs in your face. Did he mention how beautiful you looked sleeping? He might have to ask Shoko about heart disease because of how fast his heart was beating.

Unfortunately for him, you also seemed to be drifting away from dreamland and back to reality. Your eyes flutter and your eyebrows furrow. Gojo takes this to his advantage and does the worst thing he can think of; pretend to be asleep.

When you wake up, your mind is still hazy from the good night’s rest you had gotten, but not hazy enough to realize that your body was tangled with another’s. And you’re pretty sure the pillow you had been laying on last night was not this hard. You try to delude yourself into believing that this is all a dream, but the effects of your sleep were fading.

It takes all the strength in you to summon the courage to open your eyes. To your horror, you were firmly wrapped in Gojo’s arms and your legs were intertwined.

“What the hell?” You pull yourself away from him. On the floor below the bed laid the two pillows that Gojo had set up as a makeshift wall. You stare at them utter shock.

“No, don’t go, I’ll freeze to death,” Gojo whines, miraculously waking up. You glare at him.

“Explain to me what just happened or I swear Gojo, I’m going to–” You try to threaten him, but you can’t seem to formulate anything.

Unlike you, Gojo looked unbothered by the sudden turn of events. He even looked pleased. There was a lopsided smile on his face as he sighed, “What can I say, I guess you subconsciously want me after all.” 

"I do not—"

“But if I had to guess, I’d say the room got too cold and we most likely cuddled for warmth unconsciously.” He shrugs it off like it was no big deal. You note that his hair is tousled from the night before.

You leave the warm bed you and Gojo had made. His theory was probably true, meaning it was neither of your faults. You purse your lips.

“I suppose that makes sense. I apologize for overreacting, I guess I was under the impression that we had done something lewd last night.” With that comment, you make your way to the bathroom to freshen up both your mind and body.

You don’t end up seeing how red Gojo’s face got. It was foreign to feel all the blood rising to his cheeks. He takes one of his hands to slap it over his eyes before chuckling to himself. Yeah, he definitely knows why he likes you. 

All of a sudden Gojo feels like he’s on top of the world. For you, it was just a moment of weakness.

┊⋆｡˚. ੈ ┊

Extra notes:

gojo wished he and you got to go to the onsen together. 

gojo also regretted not taking a photo of you sleeping soundly in his arms. it would’ve been his new wallpaper. 

for the remainder of the trip, gojo was at an all time high, successfully locating and exorcising the curse in less than an hour.

#i’d like to think they had a meet ugly that made him fall head over heels for [name] #[name] also believes her sole purpose on this earth is to humble him hehe #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #kt.writes.·:*¨༺ #i feel like i didnt make gojo mean enough. maybe next time #remember spring days!au

[actuallysaiyan]

I Think You're Holding The Heart Of Mine(Part Six)

warnings: canon divergent, mentions of Kento's past, mentions of cheating, mentions of pregnancy/abortion, smoking word count: 1.8k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: someone from Kento's past comes looking for him, but only makes the rumours even worse than before. Set in Nanami's POV! taglist: @beneathstarryskies

Masterlist

Nanami’s POV

Being together with you on the train ride home reminded me of our younger days. When we were teens going on missions for the school, learning our cursed techniques together. We found out early on that a lot of your abilities worked perfectly with my Ratio technique. It was almost like we were a match made in heaven. Just being able to joke around with you and share a laugh made me feel so much lighter.

That’s why receiving that text really threw me for a loop.

I hadn’t heard from Tara in so long. Really, I had begun to think what happened between her and I had been just a fun little dream. But when I saw that she texted me, I felt my stomach lurch. The memories of my short, but steamy relationship with her came flooding back. And it hurt to think about because finally you and I seemed to be going somewhere in our own budding romance. Something I’ve wanted for so long too, and I’m not in a rush to mess it up for us.

That’s also why I made the excuse of going to check on Itadori-kun when we got back. I didn’t want you to see just how upset this was making me. Cause I know you, and I know you’d just want to ask me if you could do anything to make me feel better. You’re just that kind of sweetheart. So I had to reply to Tara in secret.

I figured just replying to her and just trying to make some conversation would make her go away. But she just kept prying. I wondered if maybe she was lonely. When we broke things off, she tried to convince me that she’d be alright, but I knew she wasn’t. I knew it was killing her inside, but I couldn’t keep up with that facade.

Eventually, I called her to try and keep her calm. She seems so hysterical on the phone, trying to get me to come see her. And that’s when you and Kugisaki-chan came out of my own office and spotted me. I was pacing and trying to calm down Tara. She always had a penchant for being dramatic. Then you and Kugisaki leave the building and my heart sinks. If any of this information ends up coming to you, you’re going to think I was playing you for a fool.

Things only got worse from there. I enter my office after I finish my phone call with Tara. Your perfume lingers in the air and it tugs on my heartstrings. I should have continued to kiss you the other night. I shouldn’t have cared about the elderly innkeeper interrupting us. But I wanted to save you from the embarrassment. Because in my mind, you deserve nothing but the best.

I read over your filed report and I smile when I see just how well you’ve done. You were always someone who could write out the best reports. You put in the right amount of detail, but never enough to bore anyone. It reads so good too; lots of action. 

I begin to daydream, thinking about how our night went. The onsen had the perfect temperature. Your body looked so good in that fluffy towel. And your lips, oh your lips…I have never tasted anything sweeter. You’re the epitome of beauty in my eyes. Oftentimes I’ve kicked myself mentally for never telling you just how much I admire and adore you.

Itadori-kun comes to find me, his eyes sparkling when he realizes I’ve returned home. We discuss a few things and I’m thankful that he doesn’t pry at all. He’s a good kid and I know he feels lost in this new world of Jujutsu sorcery, but I’m going to make sure he does well and adjusts in this world.

“I learned a lot with Gojo-sensei,” Itadori says, and I smile.

“I’m glad that he can be a good teacher for you.”

We speak a bit more about unlocking his cursed technique. I want him to find something naturally. He doesn’t need any pressure on him. Then my stomach lurches again when I see Tara texting me again. I know I should just tell her to leave me alone, but I feel almost responsible for her. You’d probably be so angry if you knew that I was texting my ex.

This is when I decide to lead Itadori out of my office and for us to go training outside. I know it’ll help me get my mind off of everything. Yet when we reach the main building, I see a head of red locks that I couldn’t mistake for anyone else. Itadori stops dead in his tracks alongside me, and he’s asking if I’m okay. I’m sure I look like I saw a ghost.

“Honey,” Tara says as she spots me. “Your wife is here!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

We lean against the wall, smoking a cigarette. The cats out of the bag. I’m sure that Itadori-kun went to tell Kugisaki and she in turn told Gojo. I wish Tara had never greeted herself like that. I wish I could have just taken the time to explain the misunderstanding to Itadori. But I just froze up instead.

“Thanks for hearing me out,” Tara says as she blows out some smoke.

I grunt, “You didn’t give me much of a chance.”

She finally turns to me with tears in her eyes. She’s in a tight spot and she considered me the only person she could actually come to. Her current partner was cheating on her and she found out she’s pregnant. I shouldn’t condone her smoking while being with child, except for the fact that she would be getting an abortion.

“I’m sorry for the little joke back there,” She finally admits. “I’m just so nervous, Ken.”

When she says my name like that, a world of memories comes flooding to my mind. The way she would always draw out these fun feelings from me. Tara was the woman that I had once thought I’d end up with forever. But in reality, she was a bandage for the deep wound in my heart from leaving you behind. I had deeply regretted leaving you when I left the sorcerer world. 

“I know, Tara. You have every right to be nervous. But I can be here for you if you need a friend.”

She smiles sadly, and I watch as fat tears begin to slide down her cheeks. I had only seen her crying a few times. Tara was the kind of girl that boasted that she never cried. She was a tough cookie. And I am suddenly reminded as to why I was attracted to her in the first place.

“It’s so tough to be alone in this situation. He doesn’t even know that I’m…I’m…”

But she can’t even finish her sentence. She begins sobbing; the end of her cigarette falling to the ground. I gently take her into my arms, rubbing her back soothingly. I whisper the sweetest things in her ear, hoping to make sure she’s going to be alright.

“I shouldn’t have let you go,” she finally admits. 

My heart sinks when she says this. I can’t return those feelings. It hurts to even think about me and her having such a past together. It was only supposed to be a fling, but it evolved into something even deeper. At one point, I had been convinced that I was truly in love with her. And when I had looked into the jewelry store, searching for an engagement ring for her, that’s when I realized what I was doing.

It wasn’t long after that when Gojo approached me with a mission in Hokkaido. He tried to claim that it was the higher ups that wanted me to go, but he had ulterior motives. That’s the same mission he asked me to look after Itadori, and the rest came together easily.

“Tara,” I finally say as I wipe away her tears. “We can’t keep living this lie. I can’t keep lying to myself.”

She pouts, “It’s because of her, isn’t it?”

And while I had been able to lie to her the first time about why we broke up, I can’t hide it anymore. Not when I know for sure that I’m so deeply in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were teenagers, but now…it’s so deep. Deeper than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Yes,”

She sniffles and turns away for a moment. I can tell she’s not happy with my answer. I don’t think she’s ever enjoyed feeling second best to you, but I couldn’t help it. I never could truly get you out of my mind. I could never ever get you out of my heart.

“She’s a lucky girl,” Tara says, a sad smile on her face. “Have you told her that you love her?”

I shake my head, “No, I haven’t.”

She lightly slaps my chest and scolds me for not telling you my true feelings. But if anyone catches wind of this, I’m sure that you might think differently. For all I know, you probably think I’m a cheating asshole. Everyone has probably told you that Tara is my wife when she isn’t.

“You need to hold her in your arms, kiss her deeply and tell her you’ll never let her go,”

I can hear the crack in Tara’s voice. It’s tugging at my heartstrings. Despite the fact that I don’t love her like that, Tara has always been in my heart too. She’s the one woman who pushed me to be comfortable with things that scare me. She was the one who showed me that being wild and free can be so much fun. She took me under her wing in a way, and now I think I need to return the favor.

“Tara, I will be with you while you get the procedure done,”

She smiles again, “You are a true gentleman, Nanami.”

I sigh as I light up another cigarette. This is going to be a headache to reverse all these rumors. You’re probably never going to want to talk to me again. You’ll want to leave the sorcerer world again, and I wouldn’t even blame you. I know that you didn’t have the easiest time when you left as well, but I know that my life has been so much better now that we’ve been reunited. 

“I’ll call you, okay? Please, I just need a friend right now. And you’re all I’ve got.”

I nod once more, “Of course. But please promise me one thing,”

She tilts her head to the side, “What is it?”

“Do not introduce yourself as my wife ever again.”

A laugh from her red lips, “Fine, but you have to admit it was a funny joke.”

It’s not funny because I think I may have lost the love of my life over this joke…

#bacon.writes #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #kento nanami x y/n #kento nanami fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento fluff #nanami imagines #jjk nanami x reader #jjk nanami x you

[armkinksblog]

Hope if I make it to heaven, there an onsen with Reiki Nagaoka there waiting for me.

#reiko nagaoka #arm kink

[crescentroscs]

naruto dash simulator

🍂 comrademadara Follow

SANDAIME DOWN 🦀🦀🦀

🔥 shinobifurious Follow

reminder that sarutobi hiruzen was a WAR HERO who should be remembered as such :)

👘 yukata-yuri Follow

reminder that sarutobi hiruzen was a LITTLE BITCH and that we should all PISS on his GRAVE

4,501 notes

👅 trueartisanexplosion Follow

@tobi this sake isn't doing shit get ur ryō ready

👅 trueartisanexplosion Follow

i wnr himn to imroreganate mpe

63,399 notes

💜 rinnegone Follow

she village on my hidden until i leave

💜 rinnegone Follow

easy website

17,280 notes

🌊 7swordswag

93 notes

🍥 orangehokage Follow

save me instant cup ramen

🍥 orangehokage Follow

instant cup ramen

🍥 orangehokage Follow

instant cup ramen... save me..

7 notes

☀️ sandkaze Follow

regardless of any nepotism that may have been involved, I just think it’s messed up that they let a FOURTEEN YEAR OLD become kazekage. not to mention other villages could take it as a sign of weakness that the most powerful shinobi we have is so young

🦝 goatedgaara Follow

idk wasn’t the yodaime mizukage really young?

⚡️ codenamekage Follow

lol you’re clearly new to kageblr. that rumors been debunked for ages, the guy was just super short

kuna1-deactivated

feels like they’re just letting anyone be a kage these days. how could tsunade be the best choice for hokage when jiraiya is clearly superior in strength 🙄

🌸 blossom-princess Follow

12 Butsuma Senju Ave, Konohagakure, LOF 118211

[This post went to heaven.]

🐸 jiraiya-updates Follow

Update on the cease and desist order from Konoha:

This blog will be deleted in 48 hours. We never considered the harm our hyperfixation could have on Konoha's national security, and for that we are sincerely sorry, both to Jiraiya and the residents of Konoha. For those wonderful people who have expressed concern for the mod team, the legal case is still ongoing but right now it's looking like a fine.

More information on the case, the ANBU incident and the situation with @orochimarupdates can be found below the cut.

Keep Reading

1,622 notes

🎎 fyeahhistory Follow

The Valley of the End

These statues were constructed by artist and stonemason Hikaru Aburame in 1737 KY. Commissioned by the Shodaime Hokage Hashirama Senju, the statues depict Senju and his longtime ally and rival Madara Uchiha. Uchiha and Senju were responsible for the Uchiha-Senju Alliance which founded the Hidden Leaf Village and put an end to the Warring States period. The monument, which potrays the two opposite each other forming the confrontation sign, was constructed in the valley where Uchiha lost his life to Senju during their battle a year prior.

Photo taken by Ami Sugiyama

6,410 notes

#naruto #unreality #dashboard simulator #deidara #naruto uzumaki #sakura haruno #hashimada #mine

[writing-sideblog-behind-books]

1

naruto isn't feeling like a boy today and her body reflects that. its a step further from the sexy jutsu that gives her tits and a vagina instead of just henge-ing her body to look like the have. jiraiya's booming laught filters through from the guy's side of the onsen as he holds a conversation with a local. it's a nice backdrop to her own empty pool and naruto closes her eyes and just lets herself drift. the past weeks have been way to taxing and just letting her body float along the hot water feels like heaven. a giggle tells her she's got company and naruto startels. she hadn't heard anybody enter but as she looks a naked readhead pulls at the towel of another girl, this one looking uncomfortable and clutching at it as though her life dependet on it. maybe naruto should have just sucked it up and changed back for the duration of the bath because she can't stop staring. jiraiya had teased her endlessly the first time she had gone to the womens part of the onsen but it wasn't to perv in women. or it hadn't been because now she can't stop staring. there is something tantalising something painfully familiar about the uncomfortable girl. she seems to be in naruto's age range, they both do, and her black hair, dark eyes and pale skin break her heart. her creepiness must have gone on for too long because suddenly she looks away from the readhead and meets naruto's eyes. naruto can't even feel shame at getting caught, spellbound in her gaze. then, the readhead uses her distraction to finally pull the towel away from the girl and throws in behind her to a dry spot.

"there you go, sa-" a hesitation "-yaka. now this isn't so bad right. come on." she pulls sayaka behind her and guides her into the water. sayaka apparently having surrendered to her fate. "you know i don't know why you're complaining so much, you look so beautiful like this." then, to naruto's horror she turns around and asks her "doesn't she look beautiful? you were staring you must think so, too." she is. but naruto had been staring because she saw someone else in her. looked through her undefined, soft civillain body and into the face of someone almost familiar. still, she nods awkwardly and as she tries to drown herself she hears sayaka tell the other girl that "obviously, she was staring because of you." "you think i'm pretty?" the redhead ask, teasing but also pleased and more embarresed than when she had tranced around naked without even water to cover herself. "sure, karin." the name is spoken defeated but sounds like a reward and naruto would give a lot to hear her own name from these lips, to understand why it's so unfamiliar yet rings every bell in her brain. it only gets worse from there. karin presses herself close to sayaka, their whole bodies touching and continues teasing her about every possble topic. it's careless and relaxed and naruto misses sakura and sasuke with a painful pang. until two years ago she's never had friends and even then they hadn't been as close, they all to scared of different things to do so. but it's not just that she misses her friends but also the realization that she's just as bad as jiraiya, no worse even. she isn't just peeking but put herself into their bath. and now she's staring again - her, currently, brown frindge now wet enough to drip fall into her eyes and obscure her wrong doing even just a little. black hair entangled with red. skin sliding over skin. soft bodies pressed together. there is a heat in her lower belly but more is the feeling of inadiquacy in her body at the sight of them. her body is too strong, to broken despite the kyuubi not allowing scars - and hadn't that been an answer to a thousand questions-, to false. it isn't even her own body but something she forced when her original shape got to uncomfortable. black eyes meet her own again and naruto can't deal with this right now. it's bringing up feelings and memories in her that are too much for her poor heart to handle and she gets up. she's uncomfortably aware of her entire body but she's a shinobi and shinobi don't shy away from nudity or inpracticality. as she leaves she bids them a friendly goodbye but sayaka's gaze burns holes until she gets around the corner. she feels uneasy and has too much energy, adrenaline filling her veins and every single insting screaming at her to move to fight. instead she drops the transformation, and makes her way over to jiraiya. he's annoying and pervy but his overwhelming presence never fails to make her feel protected. at his questioning gaze she just shrugs and sinks deeper into the water trying to ignore the way her body isn't what her mind wants. tries to ignore karin's voice drifting over or the occaisional comments sayaka makes. it's incomprehensible what they're talking about without channeling chakra but naruto surpresses the yearning to do so or to go back over and instead focused on the conversation between jiraiya and the civilain.

#5 times they met without realizing and 1 time they knew #naruto #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #karin uzumaki #sasunaru

[flyingraijin]

motive (you treat me like gold) | K. Hatake

Summary: Five times you leave Kakashi helplessly flustered and the one time he's able to get back at you for it.

Warnings: 5+1 trope, fluff, humour, awkward sexual situations, dry humping, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, creampie

Word Count: 18 986

Available on AO3 here

Note: I finally wrote something for Kakashi, yeeeeee!!!

Kakashi can't quite decide whether this is a good idea or a very very bad one. 

He supposes that a case could be made for either side - not the best odds in his personal opinion, but he'll also be the first to admit that he's never been the most fussy about that sort of thing. 

It's supposed to be a relaxing trip, this whole thing. A lot of Shinobi do it - take a short detour on their way back to Konoha after they complete a mission, to visit a tiny little town that's only about half a days walk off course. There are hot springs all over the place but this town has the best of them and Kakashi would have to agree that sinking into scalding water after days or even weeks of living on the road is about as close to heaven as one could get. The mission he'd been on this time, along with Team 7, was grueling to say the least. Hours upon hours of fighting and very little sleep had left all their bones feeling achey and sore. Naruto in particular had ended up with a bruise about the size of a large ramen bowl on his upper back, and he'd complained loudly about it the entire walk back. That was part of the reason why Kakashi had decided to bring them here - the water of the onsen was said to have healing properties and while Kakashi wasn't quite sure he believed that , he could admit that a nice warm bath would make them all feel better. 

He hasn't expected it to be quite so crowded however. 

As it turned out, Team 7 wasn't the only one on a difficult mission. Kakashi's blood had run cold when he'd stepped into the all-male bathing area only to have his ears violently bombarded with a loud yellow of "Kakashi!" in an all too familiar and enthusiastic voice. It was also around that time that Rock Lee - wearing only a very precariously wrapped towel - had tackled Naruto, and Akamaru - why was the dog allowed in the bath? - had started barking. And Kakashi had retreated without even getting into the water because after being with his three little monsters for almost three weeks stright, he had a feeling his brain might melt out of his ears if he was subjected to any more chaos. 

The blessing about this bath house in particular was the fact that it had three different baths. A males only, a females only and a mixed area. Usually Kakashi would avoid the mixed baths if he could, primarily because most of the time they were filled with creeping perverts like Jiraiya, and Kakashi didn't want to be associated with anyone of that calibre, thanks. But right then, as he could hear the yelling and splashing from the all-male onsen even through the dividing wall, he figured he'd take whatever the mixed bath could throw at him over being drowned in sulphur water by Guy.

Mercifully, when Kakashi arrived in the mixed bathing area, it was blessedly empty. And he was able to sink down into the steaming water right up to his eyes and say his thanks to the gods that mixed bathes were invented in the first place. 

That is until he was faced with the possibility that someone might have the same idea as him and come to disturb his peace. Cue the ultimate dilemma. 

It's becauee of this that Kakashi finds himself watching the entrance to the mixed onset like a hawk, his face still half submerged in the water and his body far too tense for someone taking a bath. 

He supposes that if a total stranger walks in, it would be okay. Unfortunately, he also knows that with so many people he knows wandering around, the chances that it will be a complete stranger are slim to none.  

For a long time he just sits, watching the doorway with sharp eyes - or eye , since he keeps his left eyelid tight shut - and keeping his senses alert to the approach of any chakra presences. Ands for a long time he feels and sees nothing. It's around ten minutes later when something happens and it has Kakashi's heart sinking in his chest. 

The doorframe creaks just a little as the door slides open, and Kakashi's pulse leaps into his throat as a pair of legs appear. He knows that chakra signature, just like he knows those calf muscles. And if he's honest, it's probably the very last person in the whole world he'd want to see here. 

You freeze up the moment you notice him, your eyes wide and your fingers tightening around the towel that you - thank the gods for Kakashi's sake - have wrapped around your waist. 

"Oh crap." 

Kakashi blinks, staring blankly for a second. And then, very hastily, he drops his eyes. His cheeks are uncomfortable warm.

What's even worse is the fact that you seem just as flustered. Which upsets Kakashi because you don't usually get flustered about anything. He had basically grown up with you after all, considering your relation to his former sensei, and he'd truly believed you could be confident in the face of anything. You'd even appeared stark naked in front of him a few times for gods know what reason, and even then you'd kept your dignity. 

Now though, Kakashi can watch in real time as your face crumples and your posture turns reserved and self-conscious. You can't really even look at his face as you sink into your towel. 

"I…" you stumble out, "I'm sorry, I didn't know there was someone in here." 

Kakashi gulps, clears his throat. Then he says, "Don't worry about it." 

"I wanted somewhere quiet," you explain to him, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "Anko got kind of drunk and I was worried she was going to smother me in her… yeah. But I can leave if you want to be alone!" 

You're already turning to go and Kakashi feels his stomach do a flip when he catches a glimpse of the contours of your shoulder blades - shoulder blades, really? - but he's quick to call you back anyway, immediately feeling guilty. 

(He also doesn't want to admit but he likes the idea of having you around, even in his embarrassing state of undress) 

"It's alright, you can stay if you want," he tells you earnestly. "I don't mind. And I think… it'd be nice to have someone to talk to anyway."

You give him an almost skeptical look but don't turn away any further. "Well, if you're comfortable…" you say awkwardly after a second. "I'll, uh, keep my towel on though." 

Kakashi turns pink - even pinker than the steaming bathwater had made him - and has to resist the urge to duck his head underwater. "That's fine," he tells you, his voice just a tad weak and squeaky. 

You nod at him and then step forward, and oh gods, Kakashi realises then and there how screwed he is. He doesn't want to look, he shouldn't even feel the desire to look. He reads so much smut on a day-to-day basis that he should be entirely immune to this sort of thing by now. And yet, he can't help but watch, can't help but let his eyes wander as you reach the edge of the pool. His gaze travels up your bare leg as you stretch it out to drop your foot down into the steaming water. Your skin is already dewy with moisture in a way that makes Kakashi's heart beat at least three times as fast as normal. And then it almost stops when, as you go to step your other foot into the bath, your short towel rides up just the tiniest bit and he catches a glimpse of the glowing skin of your upper thigh. 

Kakashi's not a virgin. He's not. Bur he absolutely feels like one as he has to adjust himself and very pointedly stare down at the steaming water to stop his entire body from buffering as you slip down into the bath up until your chest. 

It probably wouldn't be like this if it was any of the other women in his life. Anko, Kurenai, Shizune or even the great Lady Tsunade herself, who is arguably one if the most beautiful women in the whole of Konohagakure. All of them, he'd be just fine with. But, so very unfortunately, it's not them, it's you . And it just so happens that Kakashi has had the biggest crush on you since the pair of you had ended up in ANBU together when you were teenagers. 

Maybe looking at her face will be better, Kakashi thinks to himself as he shifts his legs where he's sitting, trying desperately to dissuade that thing which is growing stiff between his thighs. Yes, that will definitely be better. 

Only it's very much not better. When Kakashi manages to persuade his eyes to lift again and turns his focus to your face, the thing he very suddenly feels is uncomfortably similar to that of being punched right in the solar plexus. 

There's warmth visible in the deep colours of your cheeks and your lips are just a little swollen from the heat. Moisture has dampened the skin of your face, beading along your temple and only visible for the fact that your hair has been pushed up and away from your skin. A few strands hang down at yours ears, and when you turn your head a little, Kakashi can see there's another curl, dark with water, stuck to the back of your neck. 

It's not an erotic sight, not at all. You're just taking a bath. And yet Kakashi's disgusting, perverted mind can't help but skew the image just a little. He gulps and ducks his head once again as burning heat tickles up his neck. 

Ah, fuck me. 

"I didn't know you were here," you tell him once your back is settled against the opposite side of the bath to him. "I saw Sakura in the other bath. Did you just get done with your mission?" 

Kakashi nods, shifting once again as he desperately tries to conceal his growing arousal. Stop it , he tells himself desperately. If she realises, she'll never speak to you again! 

"We were in the Land of Tea," he says aloud, fighting to keep his voice even. "The mission rang longer than expected so I thought coming here would be a nice treat for the kids. Might stop Naruto from complaining about how I never take them anywhere good." He offers you a weak smile. 

Thankfully, you seem to remain oblivious to his predicament and let out a soft giggle. "I can imagine. I'm sure I heard him talking over the wall actually - something about battle scars?" 

"He got nicked by a kunai on his cheek," Kakashi offers. "It's probably that." 

You snort. "Makes sense." 

"Did you just get back a mission too?" Kakashi asks you then. "I remember you left the village before us." 

You nod as you cup your hands and raise them above the surface of the water, watching the small streams that escape between your fingers. "Yeah. I had an ANBU assignment and then I met up with Anko to go to the Land of Rice Lemons." 

"Ah." Kakashi nods. "Everything went well, then?" 

You shrug one shoulder and Kakashi has to look away from the droplet of water that rolls down the exposed line of your neck. Blood pulses between his legs. 

"For the most part. Although I was the only shinobi able to use medical ninjutsu on the team again, so I had to do a lot of healing. As usual." 

Right. Kakashi forgets sometimes, with how good of a fighter you are, that you also have training as a medical-nin. Not as advanced as Tsunade or Shizune, since it's not your primary area of focus. But good enough to act as an emergency medic on a mission. 

"I can see why you want some time off." 

You smile a little, which makes Kakashi's stomach do a couple of forward flips, and shrug one shoulder. "Yeah. I am used to it. Although, I can't say I'm looking forward to getting home. I don't doubt Lady Hokage will send me off on another mission as soon as I've had my mandatory downtime." 

"Maa, it'll be the same for me I'm sure," Kakashi says, his shoulders drooping just a little as he thinks of the thick stack of mission requests Tsunade will inevitably hand him once he gets back to Konohagakure. "I supposes it just the drill now, with how short on jounin we are." 

"Yeah," you say. Then you give him a long look from beneath your eyelashes - a long look which makes Kakashi shiver inside his skin. And it only solidifies the boner he's got. Gods, he hopes you never figure out what's going on. 

"I'd like it if we got assigned on a joined mission," you tell him then, so plainly he almost doesn't register what you'd said. Your voice is soft, innocent, and it only serves to make Kakashi blush even harder. 

And then, when he actually processes what you've told him, he has to dig his own fingers into the skin of his thigh to suppress the shiver that runs up his spine. You, the shinobi most notorious for swearing off team-ups if you could help it, suppressing an interest in joining him on a mission?

Kakashi isn't sure why but he has a very sudden and very bizarre feeling that he might come right there. 

"Y-yeah, that's be… that's be nice," he squeaks out. "I'd like that." 

You blink languidly, and while it's definitely not on purpose, Kakashi has to forcibly drop his eyes once again. Then he hears your soft laugh. 

"Don't act so shy, Kakashi. We've worked together a lot before. I trust you." 

You shouldn't, Kakashi thinks wildly. Oh gods, you shouldn't. I'm a horrible person. 

"Anyway, I'll ask the Hokage about it when I get back. I'm sure she'll be able to-" 

Only yours words die out when there's a very loud, very bellowy yell of your name from over the fence where, presumably, the all ladies onsen is. You visibly wince. 

"Ah, geez, guess Anko has finally figured out I've escaped." 

"Guess so…" Kakashi says, so desperately trying to seem normal. You let out a long sigh. 

"I suppose I should go wrangle her before she tears this place apart looking for me." And then you stand up and fuck, Kakashi would have liked a warning. 

"It was nice seeing you, Kakashi," you tell him sweetly as you climb out of the bath. Kakashi stares hard at the puddle forming around your feet so he doesn't have to look at the water droplets rolling down you legs. 

"You too," he tells you and he thinks you smile back at him. 

"Bye!" 

Kakashi doesn't relax until you've left the bathing area completely and the door has been slid tightly back into place. It's only then that he releases the sigh he didn't know he was holding. Dejectedly, he slides down in the water until it's almost reaching his eyes. 

I'm an awful human being  is what he thinks to himself sadly. Truly heinous. I'm more of a pervert than Jiraiya could ever be. 

He feels guilty. And embarrassed. And he knows he should completely wipe this whole incident from his mind and forget it ever happened in the first place. 

He knows he should. But he also knows, already, as he sits in the steaming water with bright red cheeks and a raging hard on, that he'll be seeing the image of your dripping wet figure, one hand holding up the soaked towel that's plastered to every curve and contour of your body, and that adorable smile on your face, pasted into the backs of his eyelids for at least the next two weeks.  

Very much to Kakashi's surprise, just over a month after what he's come to call the "onsen incident", that team up mission you'd mentioned actually happens. 

Lady Tsunade doesn't usually take suggestions in terms of the missions she assigns. Personal preference for the involved shinobi is quite far down in the list of factors she deems to consider when handing out work, with things like skill level and expertise, payment, and who was available being seen as far higher priority factors. So Kakashi was very surprised when he was called into the Hokage's office and handed an S-rank mission with you standing right at his elbow. 

"This will probably end up being extremely combat oriented," Tsunade had explained as she'd handed out the mission briefs. "Which is why I've sent you two." But Kakashi hadn't missed the look you'd shared with her, or the tiny smile she'd flashed in your direction. 

Not that he'd minded at all - at least at first. You weren't the only one keen on a team up after all. Since the pair of you had trained so closely, and then worked together in ANBU, your coordination on the battlefield was now like a well-oiled machine. Putting the two of you on any one task was almost a guarenteed success. 

It had left Kakashi in a decidedly good mood during the days leading up to his departure with you. And even during the long trek to the Land of Iron, with the weather turning from warm and balmy to absolutely freezing, he'd had a certain spring in his step. 

He'll admit now though, that his mood has been slightly dampened. He supposes that will happen to you when a group of bow-and-arrow-wieding samurai gang up on you ten to one and send you fleeing through terrain covering in at least a metre's worth of snow. 

Tsunade had said the mission would be combat oriented. But the way Kakashi sees it now, what he's doing isn't so much combat as it is desperately trying not to get killed. 

"Kakashi!" He hears your voice, shrill and alert, from just up ahead of him. You're sprinting, just as he is, through the snow - although he thinks you're decidedly more graceful that he must be. He sees you point off to your right. "If we head for the tree line it will give us some cover! And moving through the branches will be quicker than running like this." 

"Right!" Kakashi yells back, and then quickly moves his head just a little to the side to avoid an arrow that comes shooting past with a zing! In sync, the pair of you make a B line towards the dark splodge that is all you can see of the start of the forest through the falling snow. 

Kakashi dodges another arrow and then ups his speed just a little. His feet crunch hard against the fresh snow, sinking into it just a little too far for his long stride to be as effective as usual. 

"Shit!" 

Kakashi looks forward just fast enough to see an arrow fly right past your face. It nicks across your nose and even catches a few strands of your hair on its way past; slicing right through them with how sharp it is. You stumble just a little, thrown off balance with the unsteady footing and your lightening fast reaction. And that's when Kakashi hears it; the telltale zip of another arrow; one that's heading right towards where your neck will be.

He moves before he can think about it - which is probably stupid on his part. Your reflexes are fast enough that you would have been able to dodge it even without his help. But Kakashi's instincts are too strong - he's seen too many people die in front of him, and while his head knows you'll get out alive, his heart isn't so sure. His step is fast enough that he disappears form visibility for a second, only to reappear once more right in the pathway of the arrow. He has just enough time to turn so he doesn't take it right to the chest, and then he hears you let out a squeak of surprise as the razor sharp tip of the arrow bruises itself neatly into the muscle of his shoulder. 

Kakashi lets put a stifled groan because crap, that really stings. But he only lets himself falter for a second before he grabs your elbow and the pair of you are off again, into the treetops and then shooting off as far away from the samurai archers as you possibly can. 

You only slow down once you're both entirely sure there's no one else around anymore. You alight on the thick branch of a snow covered pine tree and Kakashi does the same on a different tree. For a moment the both of you just stare at each other for a second, breathing hard. And then Kakashi winces. 

Right, he remembers as what feels like liquid fire begins to spread across his shoulder blade. I got shot. 

By the look on you face, it seems you've remembered too. 

"We should make camp here," you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest. "I need to look at that." 

Kakashi hides a pained expression behind his mask. "I'm just fine," he tries to tell you. But you just shake your head at him in response. 

"For all we know, that arrow was poisoned. Plus, your chakra is running low. You've used your raikiri how many times today?" 

Kakashi doesn't have an answer for that because he knows that you're right. So he just lets his shoulders slump - and immediately regrets it because it shifts the arrow in his flesh and sends a new burst of fire through his back - and nods a little dejectedly. You give him a nod of your own, far more confident than he is, and then turn. He watches as you begin the familiar process of setting up camp - littering the clearing with your sealed kunai, making up the beginnings of a small fire, and unrolling your bedroll. It's not snowing in this area, with the pair of you having fled the Land of Iron and put some distance between yourself and the border, however, it's still decidedly chilly. Kakashi can feel the cold starting to set in as he leans down to grab his own bedroll, which is not really a nice feeling at all when paired with the burning from the wound. 

You grab it before he can though, and send him a very stern look as you roll it out for him. Then you point at it in a way that tells Kakashi doing as you instruct is by no means a request but rather an order. 

"Sit." 

Kakashi sits. You kneel down behind him. He feels the shift in the arrowhead as you grasp it around the shaft. 

"I'm going to pull it out," you tell him, "and when I do, you'll need to be quick getting the rest of your clothes off. I'm familiar with the posions the Samurai use and a lot of the time they'd designed to be fast sacting from the moment the source object is removed." 

"Got it," Kakashi mumbles, suddenly feeling distinctly useless. "Clothes off a soon as the arrow is out." 

You flick the back of his head and then let out a soft, amused noise. Kakashi kind of hates how, even with how short and insignificant it is, the sound relaxes him almost completely. "Quit stressing, Lightening Boy," you tell him cheekily. "I'm a great medic. You're in good hands." 

Kakashi doesn't even have time to respond before you wrap your fingers more securely around the arrow and then yank it right out of his shoulder. 

It's like molten rock has been poured across his back and Kakashi finds his eyes watering as a silent gasp of pain leaves him. He pushes through it though, focussing on the instruction you'd given him, and as soon as he sees you set the arrow on the ground out of the corner of his eye, he gets to work stripping. First the long wrap he'd been wearing, then his flak jounin vest. The latter falls to the ground with a somewhat heavy thud and you inspect it gingerly as he wrestles with his shirt. 

"You're gonna need to fix this. It's quite an ugly looking hole." 

Kakashi can only grunt as, finally, he gets his shirt off and ends up sitting in just his very thin undershirt which attaches to his mask. Thankfully, the shirt is cropped enough that it exposes the arrow wound without Kakashi having to take it off. 

For a moment, he thinks he's safe. But then, when he feels you fingers dance across the skin of his back and shouder blade for the first time, he starts to realise that it's quite the opposite in fact. 

Oh gods. 

Your finger tips barely brush his skin, your touch as light as the kiss of a butterflies wing, and yet it does things to Kakashi. Things that are not at all appropriate, given the circumstances. 

He coughs and shifts a bit, trying to draw his legs a little closer. 

"You're lucky," you tell him then, pressing your palm flat to his shoulder blade - Kakashi has to utilise every ounce of his self control to prevent himself from gasping; how can your hand even be that soft???? - while the other hand pokes very gently around the wound. "I'm about ninety nine percent sure what poison this is, and I know I have an antidote for it."

"You do?" Kakashi asks, and immediately regrets it because his voice comes our far weaker than it should. Your fingers are still on his skin, rubbing back and forth, and while it brings some slight pain, the fact that all the nerves in that area are going into overdrive only makes things ten times worse. 

No, Kakashi thinks to himself as his eyes flicker down and he sees something stir in the crotch of his trousers. Oh no. Please not now. 

His body has other plans as blood rushes through his veins, right to the area it really should not be. 

"Let me just…" you mumble slowly, still examining him. Then, thank gods, you turn and take both hand off his back, reaching for the arrow you'd discarded. Kakashi twists his head a little to watch as you touch a finger to the arrow head and then raise it to your tongue, tasting. Immediately you spit, and put the arrow down again. 

"Yeah, it is what I thought it is," you say, reaching under your own robe to rifled through your pack. Once you receive a small jar, you turn back to Kakashi. He looks away as fast as possible. 

"It's a localised poison," you tell him as you uncap the jar and then start touching his back again. Kakashi stifles a whimper. "It's comprised of several reagents which prevent the wound from healing and, if left long enough, disrupt the closest tenketsu points. Without the antidote, you might have lost your ability to use ninjutsu and genjutsu. Lucky for you, I'm here." 

"Lucky," Kakashi creaks, although he's starting to think that maybe that would have been better than this. Your hands are back, now rubbing the antidote into the wound and Kakashi is almost glad for the pain it brings. He doesn't have a pain kink, thank fuck, so the burning sensation that comes from you literally sticking your fingers into the slice in his skin does help to dissolve the arousal bioling in his gut, just a little. 

Unfortunately, it doesn't last long. After a few seconds, you're done with the cool paste and, after putting the lid of the tub back on and safely storing it away once again, you get to the medical ninjutsu. And gods, does that make everything so much worse. 

No one really speaks about how much of an intimate process healing actually is. Kakashi has always thought so, extensively, though he doesn't really mind much with other healers. You, however… 

The thing about medical ninjustsu is that it feels almost like a bath in someone else's chakra. As your hands press gently into his skin and that familiar tingly feeling of the jutsu washes over his shoulder, Kakashi actually has to stop himself from moaning. It's so you , as if a piece of your soul and your essence is permeating his entire being, and it's almost suffocating. But… in a good way. 

Crap, Kakashi thinks to himself. Crap crap crap. His pants are far tighter than they should be. 

"Almost done," you say quietly and your voice is so close that Kakashi does actually shiver. He tries to cover it with an awkward cough but he's sure you notice anyway. Hopefully, you just mistake it for a wince of pain. 

"It won't even leave a scar," you mumble out, sounding pleased with yourself. Playfully, you poke at his other shoulder. "No imperfections on your rock hard muscles, Lightening Boy." 

Kakashi gulps. He's really hoping you're not able to see the his other facet which is currently rock hard. 

"At least we got the mission done," you continue on cheerfully. "Hey, maybe we can even stop by the hot springs on our way back. Like a reward. What d'you-?" 

But Kakashi is busy having war flashbacks to the last time he went to the hot springs, and he can only shake his head with a terrified grunt. 

You give him a curious look and finally, finally, take your hands off him. He twists his head to look at you as you sit back on your haunches. 

"What's wrong?" you ask with furrowed eyebrows. 

Kakashi falters. "O-oh, nothing's wrong," he starts, thankfully regaining some of his cognitive ability. "I just… well there's a new Icha Icha book coming out and I was planning to bug Jiraiya about it a little -" 

Not exactly a total lie but the book is only coming out next month and Kakashi wasn't planning to bug anyone about anything. Thankfully, you seem to buy it anyway because you give him a very flat look. 

"I seriously don't understand what you see in those books," you tell him, disappointed. "Jiraiya-sensei has only ever written one quality piece of literature and that was the book my dad named Naruto after. All the other stuff can be put in a bonfire and burned." 

In Kakashi's personal opinion, he's starting to think you're right. The only explanation he can muster up for his sudden, and incredibly embarrassing, reactions to your person is that those books have messed up his libido somehow. 

"Tell you what," he says as he reaches for his shirt, finally able to put it back on and hide his overly sensitive skin from your magic fingers again. "I'll let you burn them all as soon as we get home. And you can make Jiraiya watch." 

The smile you give him is almost enough to get him hard all over again. 

Kakashi doesn't let you burn the books. 

After the long journey back to Konoha, on which he manages to regain his dignity, he come to the realisation that he was probably out of his mind when he told you such a thing. Hormones and whatnot. There's no way the books are having such an effect on him and so there's no way he'll allow you to get rid of them

Especially not so, right when it's time for his tradition of rereading the entire series to prepare for a new release. 

Thankfully, you seem to forget about what he'd told you upon your arrival back to Konohagakure, with your mind already turned to yet another new task that has arisen. One which has Kakashi significantly intrigued as well. 

As it would seem, during his sensei's absence from the village, Naruto had embarked on extra training with Jiraiya. Since the training period for the third stage of the Chunin exams, your little brother and the legendary sannin have become rather close. Which Kakashi was thrilled about because if he was entirely honest, Jiraiya's style of fighting was a far better fit for Naruto than his own. However, as Naruto explained very loudly and whinily once Kakashi and you saw him at Ichiraku's on the night of your return, Jiraiya had left two days previously to go do some more "stupid pervy research", and had cut the young gennin's training short. 

You had always had a soft spot for Naruto, considering he is your brother - although he's not aware of that or his parentage at all - so you jump at the chance when he practically begs for more help training. And because Kakashi is his sensei, he can't say no to the request either. Thankfully, you're more than happy to take the reins on this one, which kets Kakashi off the hook and allows him to find a nice comfortable patch if grass to sprawl across and read his book while you oversee Naruto's workout. 

He's still working on chakra control, Kakashi notes, although it's more advanced than the exercise with the tree that he'd taught to Team 7 some time ago. Using chakra in the base if the feet to walk in the surface if water as jf jt was solid ground - evidently something Naruto had been working on during his month of training with Jiraiya, however, he obviously hasn't mastered it in full just yet. The walking part maybe, but now as the pair of your stand atop the surface of a slow moving stream and prepare to spar each other, Kakashi notices that Naruto is still distinctly wobbly on his feet. 

You stand opposite the little blonde boy, with your hands on your hips and a smirk on your face. Your eyes are bright with excitement, though your gaze remains keen and sharp, and that's all Kakashi can really say because he's trying very very hard to look only at your face and nothing else 

See, the issue is, with the both of you working on, and in Naruto's case in,  the water, you'd had the foresight to suggest training in bathing suits. Which made a lot of sense and was a very smart idea. Only now it means Kakashi is once again subjected to the sight of your almost naked figure, even less covered this time round and demonstrating the full glory of what it means to be a highly skilled jounin. 

You're also dropping wet, something Kakashi has already established to be a weakness of his. 

"Alright, Naruto," you say brightly, pointing a finger at the short boy. "Come at me with everything you've got." 

Naruto wobbles a little bit, and then grins. "Gotcha, scary lady. Here I goooo!" He puts his hands together to make the hand sign for the shadow clone jutsu and promptly falls right through the surface of the water. Your throw you head back and laugh loudly as he splutters. 

Kakashi would laugh too if he wasn't so busy noticing the line of you neck. When he realises what's he's doing, he's almost tempted to hit himself in the face with his Icha Icha novel. 

Stop it, there is a child present! 

"You've gotta stay focused," you say to Naruto once he's clambered back up to stand on top of the river again. 

"But I was focussing!" he complains. You shake your head at him. 

"You've gotta be able to focus on two different chakra controls at once if you want to do any ninjustu while standing in the water. But the shadow clone jutsu is even more difficult because you're splitting your chakra." 

When Naruto looks confused, you sigh. "Here, I'll demonstrate." 

Then you form your own hand sign and immediately, several shadow clones appear on the surface of the water around you, all perfectly balance, all staring at Naruto expectantly. 

And all, to poor Kakashi's unfortunate horror, wearing the same sexy white bikini that you've got on. 

His vision is suddenly overwhelmed with the sight of your dewy, wet skin and damp hair, visible to him now from all angles. Your shadows clones are all perfectly replicas of you, down the the freckles on your skin and Kakashi… oh, Kakashi feels like he's drowning, just a little bit. 

Has her spine always curved like that? he thinks to himself wildly as he watches the line of jt bend as you explain something to Naruto. Another one of your clones flickers hair from her shoulder and he's subject to the way the muscles in your shoulder blade move with your arm. Is her skin always that smooth looking? 

I'd like to touch it.

Kakashi's eyes widen and he does smack himself in the face with his book then. No! He yells at himself. Don't think like that. She's an old friend and she doesn't see you that way, so don't be a creep! 

Still, he can't drag his eyes away as you let your clones dissolve and then start to fight with Naruto head in, no ninjistu this time, just taijutsu. The way your muscles ripple under your skin with each movement, the flow there is to your body, the fluidity that comes with fighting - all things Kakashi had always admired about you but now they're amplified by how little clothing you're wearing. He can see exactly what movements you're making now, can see the power behind each kick or punch with the way your joints flex and your muscles bunch and release. And unfortunately because he's a sick, sick man, Kakashi's mind take those images and applies them to different scenarios. 

How your body would move as you writh under him. How your muscles would tense as he teased you within inches of an orgasm. How you'd throw your head back and he'd get to kiss down the line of your neck as you came. 

I want to die, Kakashi thinks dejectedly to himself as he forces his eyes back to the page of the book in front of him. I deserve to die. 

"Hey, Kakashi-sensei! Watch this!" 

Kakashi can't ignore the joyful yell of his student and he's forced to raise his head once more. "Yes, Naruto?" he asks, forcing his voice to remain flat. Naruto waves wildly at him. 

"Watch me win this fight!" 

Kakashi can't help but glance at you, and he notices the glint in your eye immediately. Naruto might be your little brother, and this training might be about helping him improve, but there's no way you're going easy on him. You're gonna fight him with your full force, and Kakashi can see it written all over your face. And, quite frankly, it turns him on even more. 

Kakashi gulps. 

Naruto attacks first with a yell, almost instinctively making the hindsight for the shadow clone jutsu. He only makes one other clone this time and manages to do it too, which makes Kakashi smile just a bit behind his mask. 

Both Narutos attack you in full force, with the clone remaining at your front, while the real Naruto leaps round to stand at your back. It's a good strategy, Kakashi can admit, however, he sees the flaws in it immediately. 

As do you, it would seem, when you spin and grab the real Naruto as he leaps at you, only to hurls him over your shoulder at the clone. The clone disappears with a pop and Naruto splashes down into the river water. He sinks for a moment before coughing and splashing as he tries to pull himself up.

You stand over him, confident but not smug about your victory, and even now Kakashi can see the pride in your eyes. Just the fact that Naruto had been able to create a shadow clone with enough control so they both remained atop the water was a huge step. Enough, almost, for kakashi to forget the stirring in his crotch. 

However, it would seem that you're determined to make life difficult for him because you turn to look at him them. Not just your head but most of your body as wall. And Kakashi gets a full dose of the way you look right now; dripping hair, sun-warmed skin, the spark in your eye that appears whenever you're fighting, and just the hint of a smile in the curve of your lips. 

Immediately, it all comes rushing back to Kakashi and he's suddenly very very glad for his mask. His face is bright pink. 

"He's doing well, huh?" You say to Kakashi in a voice that's just quiet enough that Naruto, who's still in the river, won't hear over the sound of his own struggling. 

"Oh." Kakashi coughs and makes sure to set his book doen on his lap in a way that will conceal… things. "Yes, well, you're a good teacher, it would seem." 

Your smile widens just a little but you shake your head. "So are you. You taught him chakra control, didn't you?" 

"Maa, it was more like a forced him to learn it," Kakashi admits, tilting his head to the side just a bit. "He did it by himself, mostly." 

That does make you smile and you turn your head to look at Naruto once more. He's managed to climb out the water by now and is crouching on its surface, shaking himself like a dog. 

"He's pretty amazing," you say softly as you watch him, pride and pain in your eyes. "I just wish…" 

Kakashi knows what you're thinking. He wishes the same thing, sometimes multiple times a day. That his sensei could see Naruto now, that Kushjna could see him. 

What he's sure you don't realise is that Kakashi wishes the same with for you too. He looks away from Naruto and back to you, his gaze sliding over you. He can't help but remember the little girl who'd refused to let go of his sleeve in the days following the Nine Tails attack, the way you hadn't been able to even look at Naruto for so long, how you'd worn your ANBU mask everywhere for years just so people would stop looking at you. You've grown up so much since then, since that day you'd seen Naruto sitting alone on his swing and decided to change something. Kakashi is sure Minato-sensei would have been just as proud of you. 

"You're amazing," he can't help but mumble under his breath as he stares at you. "Really amazing. I wish I could say it to you properly." 

Naruto is ready to attack again by this time, and he wastes not even a second before he's leaping back at you. Kakashi catches the giggle of joy you let out as you jump right back into the fight along with the younger boy and it makes him smile. He watches as Naruto tries to kick you and you don't even need to see it to block it, as you aim a small wind-style attack which sends him tumbling back, as he doesn't sink into the water like he usually does and instead kneels atop it, coughing. 

Minato-sensei , Kakashi thinks to himself as he watches the pair of you, just a little wistfully. I wish you were here to see this.

Minato-sensei, I'm so glad you're not here to see this. 

Kakashi… honestly doesn't know how he keeps ending up in these situations. 

He's thought, when the assignment was first given, that there wouldn't be much room for him to mess things up. Technically, as Danzo Shimura had so graciously pointed out as he handed the paperwork over to Kakashi, this task was one for the ANBU. Top secret, stealth oriented, the kind that no one should be able to trace back to Konohagakure. Nothing nefarious of course - Tsunade would rather lay down and die than allow her shinobi to collaborate in any of the borderline heinous things Root got up to. No, it was just an intel gathering assignment, just turned up to a level of difficultly that would have even the most experienced shinobi sweating through their vests. 

It should be ANBU members taking it. But Konoha seems perpetually short-staffed these days and even the ANBU are running low on available shinobi - at least, shinobi of the calibre required to take on a mission. 

You and Kakashi are assigned because you're ex-ANBU. And Tenzo is told to accompany you as well. So you'd all left Konohagakure together, ready to trek out towards some nameless city run by organised crime to snoop around. 

You'd left together. But you're not that way anymore. If Kakashi remembers correctly, the three of you had been separated on the third day after which you'd arrived at the town, and he hasn't seen you or Tenzo since. 

So much for simple, right?

Kakashi doesn't mind working alone. In his personal opinion, that's actually when he does some of his best work. What he does mind is having absolutely no clue where his teammates are, if they're safe or even if they're alive. 

He minds it mostly because he hates the stress. But also because it means he has to sneak around looking for them in places he'd much rather not be. 

Hence… well, this.

Kakashi had slipped his way into one of the houses belonging to the leader of the crime syndicate in search of… something. Anything. Supposedly the house had been quiet, which should have left Kakashi plenty of room to scurry around in there completely undisturbed. 

Only, things never went according to plan, and as it turned out, the house was not quiet. Kakashi had been sneaking down one hallway when he'd heard the loud booming voice of none other than the owner of the house. In panic, he'd slipped into the nearest room - which happened to be a bedroom - and rolled under the large, raised bed in search of cover. 

Only to come face to face with you. Of all the people. 

Once again, Kakashi sends a prayer up to all the gods he can think of, thanking them that his sensei isn't around to witness this. 

He's got you pinned. You, with your back to the wooden floor, your arms pressed to your sides and your eyes wide, him, somehow, above you, balancing on his forearms and knees, keeping his distance as best as he can. 

Which isn't very applaudable, considering how little room there is beneath the bed and the face that his chest, stomach and pelvis are pressed flush against yours. Really, he'd only need to relax the muscles in his neck by a fraction for his head to drop and then he'd be kissing you just like that. 

I'm sorry, Kakashi tries to plead as best he can with the one eye you can see. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.  He would sign it but he can't move his arms at all. 

You just blink back, slowly and animatedly, as if you're still trying to process what's going on. Then you shift one shoulder as best you can, in a gesture that Kakashi hopes to mean 'It's okay.' 

It's  not okay. Definitely not. With the both of you only dressed in thin, black, stealth suits, Kakashi can feel just about everything. The entire front of his body is pressed flat against yours and every single nerve is firing faster than he can process. Gods, he can feel your heartbeat. Not to mention the front curves of your hips, the softness of your stomach and your… your… 

Your breasts are squashed right up into his pecs and Kakashi can't breathe. 

He also doesn't have time to focus on the fact that he can't breathe either, because right then the door of the bedroom you're both cowering in is thrown open and heavy footsteps stomp their way in. Kakashi almost wants to squeeze his eyes shut in anticipation. 

There's a thump. The mattress creaks above the both of you. And then there's so much pressure on Kakashi's back that he can't help it - he's forced down further, practically into you, until his head is buried in your shoulder and his pelvis is crushing yours. 

Something twitches in his pants as he feels you move just a little beneath him, your body rubbing against his own.

No! Kakashi thinks desperately, actually squeezing his eyes shut this time. The warmth of your body is so overwhelming it's also making him light headed, but he has the presence of mind to start hating himself all over again. No No No No nononononononoooooooo! Not now! 

Yes now, his cock tells him though because fuck, you feel… 

You're shifting again, obviously trying to get more comfortable, but in doing so, you're unknowingly grinding on Kakashi. And it has him pratically shaking because not only is he hard but now you're touching it. 

Oh gods. 

Kakashi's jaw clenches and he does his best to shift himself away from you. At least, he does the most he possible can without alerting whoever has decided to flop down on the bed above the both of you. Only it does fuck all and he's in just as much of a predicament as before. 

He feels a tight grasp on his sleeve just then, sudden and warning. It makes his pause and he turns his head just a little to try and see your face. Only you're already looking, your head turned just a little. Your eyes are wide, almost threatening and Kakashi understands immediately - stop moving. 

I would, Kakashi thinks desperately. I really would. But if I do, you'll feel it! And then you'll hate me forever! 

He can't exactly tell you these things though, so he has to follow your instruction. And oh crap , is it so much worse. 

His hard on is pressed right up against your thigh. And he knows you feel it because he can feel your leg twitch just slightly when it brushes against the rod in his pants. 

She's gonna hate me she's gonna hate me shesgonnahateme- huh? 

Oh-

You've tilted your hips, just the tiniest bit. It's definitely unintentional but it's enough to grind along Kakashi's erection, just enough. 

Kakashi chokes on the moan that bubbles in his throat and he has to sink his teeth so deep into his bottom lip to muffle it that he's sure blood is drawn. 

Stop! Stop moving stop stop stop stop stop stop stopstopstopstop!!!!! 

There's another creak from above, as the guy occupying the bed shifts again. Thankfully, it makes you freeze up and Kakashi is granted some small reprieve. And then, thank the gods, the man on the bed lets out a low groan and then rolls back onto his feet, climbing off the mattress and lifting his weight up off the both of you once more. 

Kakashi can't help it - he all but jumps away from you as fast as he can possibly move. It's not much but it's just enough that he might be able to pass off the bulge in his pants as a ninja tool - if by some miracle, you haven't noticed already. He almost doesn't care about getting caught anymore. He figures whatever the gang of rogue ninja have in store for him would be far less excruciating than this. Only you grab him once more, by the sleeve, and forcibly hold him still above you until the bastard from the bed has moved out the door. 

Kakashi works up enough courage to look down at you then; just a split second glance to try and gauge your level of disgusting. Only, when he sees your face, he almost freezes up once more. 

That look… it's almost knowing. 

A thought strikes him like lightening then, and even once you determine that it's safe once more and drag both him and yourself out from under the bed, it remains bouncing around his little brain. He can't ignore it, in fact he keeps dwelling on it, until long after you've scrambled back to the rendezvous point and met up with Tenzo once more. It makes him thank back to all the times before now - the onsen, the mission he'd had with you, training with Naruto, all of it - and wonder…

Have you been doing this on purpose? 

You're definitely doing this on purpose. 

Kakashi has been suspicious of you since this morning, when, completely out of the blue, you'd hijacked his solo training by throwing a kunai at his head, and then pestered him so much that he agreed to attend Asuma's birthday party. 

For the record, Kakashi had not been planning to go. He'd been planning to sit alone in his flat and read his books for the evening because he doesn't enjoy parties. 

Maybe he should feel bad since it's the birthday of a friend of his. Technically, Asuma isn't the the one throwing it - that's all thanks to Kurenai - but everyone will be there to celebrate him and his old age. Granted, it's a nice gesture. But Kakashi doesn't enjoy parties. Not in the slightest. 

There's always loud music he doesn't like, busy people he doesn't like, and horrific dancing he doesn't like. Not to mention the sake. Genuinely, he's a little scared about how much might be consumed at an event such as this. 

That was why he'd been planning on dropping a birthday gift off at Asuma's this evening and slipping away all sneaky-like to go read his shameless smut in peace. 

But now you've ruined that. 

I really should learn how to say no, is what Kakashi thinks as he drags his feet down the street in the direction of the izakaya where the party is being held. Especially to her. 

It really js a bit pathetic, how soft he's become. But Kakashi is also starting to suspect that you have at least some idea of what you do to him. Today especially, with the way you're fluttered your eyelashes and blinked at him innocently through your hair as you pleaded with him to attend the party, he couldn't ignore it. You've always been absolutely meticulous about every single thing you do with your body, down to the way your eyes move - it's something that you're forced to learn when you join the ANBU so young. There's no way it wasn't purposeful. 

Quite frankly, Kakashi is a little miffed that you've decided to exploit his uncontrollable attraction to you for your own personal agenda. 

“Ka-kashi! I see you’ve finally made an appearance!’

Kakashi almost jumps at the sound of the booming voice that comes out of nowhere. Then he lets out a heavy sigh and tuns his head to the side to find the source of the yell. 

“What are you doing, Guy?”

Might Guy gives Kakashi a very sad look from where he’s hanging upside down from the branch of a tree that hangs over the street. 

“What else but revelling in the springtime of my youth, of course!” he says enthusiastically. Then he starts doing sits up, using only his core muscles to hoist his upper body up to the tree branch and back again. "I thought I'd get my blood pumping before the joyous celebrations this evening." 

Kakashi blinks slowly. "So, you're going too, huh?" 

Guy smiles brightly. Then he unhooks his leg from the tree and flips to land lightly in the pathway beside Kakashi. "Of course!" He says, throwing a fist in the air. "A whole night for all of us to let loose and experience our youth to the fullest! Who wouldn't enjoy such a thing?" 

Kakashi resists the urge to say 'me' outloud and just buries his hands deeper into his pockets. Then he starts walking again, not bothering to wait for Guy. 

“To be honest,” Guy starts, jogging a few steps to catch up. “I didn’t expect to see you here, dear rival. I was under the impression you don’t enjoy these things.”

Kakashi blows a sigh out of the side of his mouth and rolls one shoulder nonchalantly. “I don’t like them.”

“And yet here you are,” Guy says, grinning at him mischievously. 

Kakashi is quiet for a moment. Then he grumbles out, “I got coerced.” 

“Ho!” Guy looks positively delighted by the news, his smile spreading out even further and his dark eyes sparkling. However, when Kakashi turns his own head just slightly to give his rival a questioning look from behind his bangs, Guy keeps his mouth suspiciously closed. He only winks at Kakashi before skipping on ahead, leaving Kakashi himself to stare after him blankly. 

It feels like I’ve been left out of a joke. 

Unfortunately, there isn’t much time to dwell on the odd behaviour of seemingly all his friends because, upon turning a last corner onto a new, smaller street, Kakashi has reached the small izakaya where the party is being held. He can already hear the loud voices of all his fellow shinobi spilling out on the street, as well as a cacophony of music being played. He only has a moment to steel himself as he watches Guy duck in through the entrance before he has to follow on. And as soon as he steps inside, he immediately regrets every decision he’s made today. 

The thing has only just started and already, it's spun off the wall. From where Kakashi stands just in the doorway, he can see at least three people with bright red, alcohol flushed faces, another four people passed out and one very drunk Iruka standing up on a table top, in the midst of doing a dance move that Kakashi hopes to the gods Iruka will forget once he's sober, for his own personal dignity's sake. 

Shit, Kakashi thinks wildly as he stands frozen in the doorway. Maybe I'll just turn around and leave- 

Only he can't because suddenly he hears a yell of his name. 

A yell of his name in a voice that makes his heart melt. 

You come stumbling over to him, a dish of sake balanced in your fingers and a loose smile already on your face. The way you move is wobbly, far less precise than it might be usually, and with your hair pulled away from your face, he can see the clear look of distortion in your eyes. You’re drunk. 

Not only that but you’re wearing… oh gods. Kakashi’s jaw clenches behind his mask. 

It's not even like the outfit you’ve got on is particularly flashy or revealing. It’s just not your usual flax jounin vest and dark pants. Not even your hitai-ate is in it’s usual spot around your neck. You look so… Kakashi almost wants to say human. Like if he imagines hard enough, you just might not be a shinobi of the Hidden Leaf. No, you might just be a normal girl.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kakashi wonders what a world where that was true might be like. 

“Ka-kashi!” you say again, your voice wavering just a little with a small hiccup. You take another step in his direction and then trip - how, he really doesn’t know because there's nothing in front of you but air - and he has to duck a little to stabalise you with an arm around your waist. You blink for a second, as if you’re confused about what just happened, and then you turn your face up to look at him. Your smile is breath-taking. 

“Kakashi!”

Kakashi feels his cheeks turn a little pink. You’re so  close and he can smell your shampoo. “Hello,” he says back softly, setting you properly on your feet once more so he can let go of you. 

“You came!’

“I said I would, didn’t I?” Kakashi mumbles quietly. Your smile only grows more beautiful. 

“Still, I thought you’d duck out on me! But you didn’t! Thanks, Kashi.” 

And then you lean up and press your lips to his masked-up cheek. Kakashi’s brain short circuits just a little. 

You haven’t called him ‘Kashi’ in years. Not since before the both of you were in ANBU, and he was still Minato-sensei’s student. Even now, he still remembers how things were back then, when you seemed so much smaller and younger than him, when you’d hide behind a tree and watch him as he trained until he finally gave up pretending not to notice you and called you over. And then he’d help you train, teaching you advanced jutsu despite the fact that you were still only in the Academy. And ever time, like clockwork, once the sun had started to set and the both of you would hear your mother hollering your name, you’d give him a small, shy smile, and kiss his cheek sweetly, and say “Thanks, Kashi,” in the most adorable voice he’d ever heard. 

Kakashi was still a child back then, but he’d had a feeling, even at that young age, that those moments were special. Though he didn’t fully realise it until right now, when you do the exact same thing as an adult and it just about makes his poor little heart explode. 

Thank the gods you don’t seem to notice any of what’s going on in Kakashi’s brain right now, because you just raise the dish of sake you have in your hand up towards him and keep smiling. 

“Drink,” you tell him sweetly. “Let loose.” 

And because Kakashi is an absolutely sucker for your puppy eyes, he does as he’s told. He tips his head forward just a little, maybe to try and hide from anyone but you, and then he hooks a finger in his mask and drags it down. You put the dish to his lips without question, your eyes warm and soft, and feed him the sake with an elegance he’s sure no one else could pull off. Then, once the dish is entirely empty, you let him tug his mask back up over his noise with a satisfied look on your face. 

“You’re gonna have fun tonight,” you tell him, poking his shoulder with your free hand. And Kakashi can’t find a single word to disagree with you - he simply offers you a smile from behind his mask and finally lets his walls crack a little. 

“Okay,” he tells you softly, and lets you take his elbow and guide him further into the party. “Fine.”

The little voice in his head hums. What’s the worst that can happen? 

This is the worst that could ever happen.

Kakashi is honestly starting to think that he’s been cursed. Maybe someone has cast a jutsu on him, dooming him to a lifetime of unwanted boners. Or maybe he’s under a genjutsu, from someone determined to ruin his mental stability and self-confidence. 

Either way, he wants to die just a bit right now. And it’s all your fault. 

It’s been a couple of hours since he arrived and Asuma’s birthday celebrations have become all the more rowdy. It’s not just Iruka dancing on the table top anymore; Guy and Kotatsu have joined him. And despite the fact that Kakashi has consumed far more sake than he should have by now, the situation isn’t getting any less fun. 

You’d disappeared for a while after dragging him into the fray to socialise. He hasn’t minded too much; actually, he was almost glad because it gave him a concrete reason to pull his eyes  away from the bare skin of your neck. And for a short time, he’d just relaxed - as much as he possibly could - and drank sake and chatted with the limited few people he called his friends. 

Only now, you’ve reappeared again. Kakashi can see you as you weave your way through the crowd. You’re still a little wobbly on your feet but there's a look in yours eyes that Kakashi recognises. It’s sharp, intent, backed with purpose and resolve. And Kakashi gets the strangest feeling it’s focussed on him. 

He might cower away if he didn’t know you any better. Might shrink back in fear of those eyes you’ve fixed him with. Maybe that’d actually be the smarter option. But Kakashi’s lifestyle has turned him into somewhat of a sick and twisted person, so when he sees the expression on your face, which he knows means certain doom for him and his fragile masculine ego, he stands his ground. He even looks forward to it, just a little. 

Is he a masochist? Kakashi’s isn’t sure. He is pretty sure that you're a sadist though, at least a little bit.

“Kakashi,” you say once you're a couple of feet away from him and still approaching. He raises one eyebrow at you, not quite able to form any words. For just the briefest moment, your expression flickers, a flash of something like guilt passing through it. “I’m sorry for this.”

Kakashi blinks slowly. “Wha-?” he starts to ask but the question just up and dies before it can reach completion when, very suddenly, you reach for him. Your hands go to his shoulders and then slide up behind his head, until your fingers have curled into his thick hair. And Kakashi can only let out a muffle and surprised yelp before you tug his head down towards you and -

And…

For the first time in his life, Kakashi wishes he wasn’t wearing his mask. Because then he might be able to feel the way your lips are slanting over his just that much more. 

You're kissing him. Totally out of the blue. Why, or really even how, Kakashi doesn’t know. His head is spinning and he can’t quite get his lungs to work properly because you're so close that he can smell your shampoo and your perfume and he can see that way your eyelashes curl against your cheeks as your eyelids flitter and he can feel the pressure of your mouth against the fabric of his mask and you're so warm and softandholyshityou’rekissinghim-?!

And then you're not. You pull away from him just as abruptly as you’d approached, and let your hands slide back to your sides. You turn to look over your shoulder at something behind you but Kakashi can’t even follow your gaze to see what it is. He’s too busy staring at you, at your face, at your cheeks and your lips, which were just on his. Your lips where just on his.  

Well, technically, they were on his mask. But that's the only kind of kiss he’s ever experienced, so he's going to let it slide. 

You keep looking at what ever is behind you for a while before finally, you turn back around to face Kakashi. And then you offer him the most breath-takingly flustered smile he thinks he's ever seen. 

“I’m sorry about that,” you mumble, rubbing at the back of your neck awkwardly. You’re avoiding his gaze, like your embarrassed, but there's still something glinting in your eyes - something Kakashi doesn't quite understand. It makes him shiver in his clothes and need to strategically adjust the way he’s standing. “I… well, there was someone here who was kind of giving me a hard time so I needed to prove a point.” 

Immediately, Kakashi is on alert. “They were giving you a hard time?” he asks and his voice comes out much colder, a ghostly reminder of the killer that will forever remain dormant deep within him. You seem to pick up on it too, because your eyes widen a little and you shake your head quickly. 

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you tell him assuredly. “It was just a guy who I kind of had… sort of… a thing with a while back. He wanted me to go home with him and wouldn’t leave me alone until I said I had a boyfriend. And then he didn’t even believe me. So, I… well I roped you into it.” You look at the floor once more. “I’m sorry.” 

Kakashi almost doesn’t hear your apology with how hard his blood is pumping in his ears. Any and all hostility has faded from his system as quickly as it had appeared and now he’s just dumbstruck… and a little touched. He had been the person you’d picked as your pretend boyfriend? Him? Kakashi Hatake? 

“Can’t say I’m not flattered,” he says, almost a little shy. “And don’t worry, if it helped you then it's fine. Is he gone?” 

You look back over your shoulder. Then you shake your head. “He’s still there, hanging around in that corner.” You look back at Kakashi. “But I’m not gonna bother with him anyone. I’d much rather stay here with you.” 

“You would?” Kakashi asks mildly, physically restraining his body from shaking as his mind screams out in tandem with his words; you would???? Me????? 

You give him a happy nod. 

“Uh huh. Always.”

Kakashi thinks he dies a little on the inside. 

“W-well, as long as I’m not too boring for you.” 

“You're not, don’t worry,” you tell him cheerily. Then you send him a wink that almost knocks out his knees completely. “Although, if I have anything more to drink, you might need to walk me home.” 

Kakashi answers without thinking. “I’ll be walking you home anyway.” 

“Wha-?” You blink, surprised, before your mouth curves up into a hopefully smile. “Really? You will?” 

Kakashi shrugs, trying his best to be nonchalant. It’s not like he’s never walked you home before. But he’s never done it with you considerably drunk and him sporting a very difficult-to-ignore hard on. “Of course,” he tells you. “Minato-sensei would have my head if I didn’t and you know it.”

You turn, putting your back to the room but keeping your eyes on him as you lean just a little forward on the bar. Something flashes through your expression and then your smile turns from sweet to downright wily. A shiver runs up Kakashi’s spine once again and he has to cough and adjust his position once more. 

You lean in a little, your eyelids fluttering low. “Yah know, Kashi,” you tell him in a voice he knows only he will ever hear. “I’m pretty sure there's a lot of things my dad would have your head for nowadays."

Then you leans back away from him and turn to look towards the bartender to order another drink, leaving Kakashi to stand and stare mildly into space as his head spins. 

There's only one thought bouncing around his small brain - she knows. 

She knows. She knows she knows she knows she knowsheknowsheknowsheknows-

You know.

You have known for a while actually. 

Kakashi Hatake is a great shinobi. One of the best of his generation, a prodigy right from the moment he even knew what it meant to be a shinobi. The infamous copy ninja of the Leaf, disciple of the Yellow Flash and sensei of the last Uchiha. Master of a thousand jutsu and your friend since childhood. 

He can see so many things with his sharingan. And yet he's so blind when it comes to himself.

Kakashi Hatake is exceedingly obvious. And you've been messing with him for months. 

It started our as an honest mistake. That time when you'd walked into the mixed onsen, your face warm and your heart still racing from the near death experience you'd had between Anko's breasts, the absolute last thing on your mind was toying with your old friend. You truly hadn't realised he was there, not until you'd stepped into the bathing area and spotted him. 

You had wanted to turn around and leave as soon as you realised the bath wasn't empty. But that would have been very rude because, unfortunately for you, Kakashi saw you at the same moment you saw him.

Looking back now, though, you're glad you hadn’t up and left. Because the last few months have been oh so entertaining for you personally. 

Kakashi is down bad. And you know all about it. 

Of course, that's not to say it isn’t mutual. You would never, not ever , dream of acting like this if you didn’t like him back. That’d be cruel and selfish, both of which you can be but none of which you have a capacity for when it comes to Kakashi. What you are is sick and tired of waiting. 

Kakashi is your first and only love. And you are his. You’ve been aware of both of these facts for years at this point, since before your parents were both killed protecting your little brother. It’d actually been on that very night - one of the only nights you and Kakashi had off from ANBU duty in weeks, during which you’d chosen to get ramen together - that you’d realised your true feelings. Unfortunately for both of you, the timing had been absolutely awful. 

It’d taken you years to pull yourself out of the pit you’d fallen into after the night of the Nine Tails attack and the deaths of your parents. And then it had taken you even longer to extract yourself from the webs of darkness which had grown around you during your time as a Root Member. But you’d done it eventually, and found Kakashi waiting for you at the other end, finally able to accept you as a close companion once more. 

So while, yes, Kakashi may get off on the technically of the fact that the both of you were living through a waking hell for a number of years in your recent past, this has still very much been a long time coming. A long, long time. 

You plan hadn’t fully formed until you’d done a joined mission with him to the Land of Iron, a few weeks after the first seed of the idea was planted in your brain. It was on that mission that you’d been able to iron out the finer details in your mind and set up a concrete goal for yourself. 

Kakashi in infamous around the village, and even throughout the shinobi world, for having a resolve as strong as steel. And you were going to see how far that resolve was able to bend until it eventually snapped. 

To Kakashi’s credit, he’s done well. Very well. You’d honestly thought that stunt you pulled during the mission with him and Tenzo would have been enough to break him. But he’d held out and even now, a week after you full on kissed him at Asuma’s surprise parry, he still has yet to burst his way through the front door of your flat and take you against a wall. 

He wants to though. Oh, gods, he wants to. You can see it in his face every time the pair of you make eye contact. 

Your patience is starting to run thin now. It’s been fun but you can only do so much when you admit that, despite how entertaining it is to tease Kakashi over his crush, you’re harbouring the very same feelings towards him. And your limits are being tested . 

One more try, is what you eventually decide one evening, when all your other attempts have failed and you’re left alone to sit on the roof of your apartment and stare dejectedly at the night sky. You’ll give it one more try. 

And then what? A small voice in the back of your head mumbles. You’ll give up?

The thought makes you frown just a bit. 

You suppose you'd like it to go away. But it's difficult to banish anything from your brain right now. Where you are, lying on the roof of your apartment, faced with nothing but the darkness of the night sky and the few stars visible between the clouds that hang low - it doesn't provide an ample number of distractions. You try to find something new to focus on, which may prevent the sudden deep sadness tugging at your gut. But nothing comes. You can only stare up to the stars and think over and over again about how this whole situation may end with you all alone once more. 

Your skin is cold against the night air, so you feel it even more when an uncomfortable flush runs through your cheeks. There's a stinging in your eyes too, though it doesn't take much for you to push the feeling down - years of training, years of detachment, it's all enabled your ability to banish the emotions that well to the surface. 

The thoughts that cause those emotions stay though. Those are a hit more difficult to get rid of.

Frustrated, you close your eyes and attempt to try silence your mind. You let your body go slack and then stretch out your senses one by one; hearing, smell, taste, touch, and finally the sixth sense that every shinobi holds. You're not a sensory type so you can't distinguish specific chakra signatures throughout the village. But like even shinobi village, Konoha holds a constant pool of chakra within its walls, the product of so many living in tandem with one another. It's almost as if the village had its own chakra signature and as you rest against the slates of the rooftop, you allow your body to melt into it, letting the chakra gently encase you like the soothing presence of a blanket. It calms you and reminds you of home; not just your physical home in Konohagakure but the home you'd had years ago, with your two parents and the prospect of a little brother. 

"You should really be asleep, you know." 

You open your eyes at the sound of the new voice and tilt your chin up just slightly to look at the figure that has appeared. Kakashi is standing a little ways up the roof from you, his posture causal but his eyes curious. He tilts his head a little when he sees you looking. 

You almost snort. How is it that this man has an uncanny ability to appear whenever he's being thought of? 

"Probably," you say to him in reply, looking up at the sky again. "But I couldn't." 

"Oh?" 

"Too much on my mind," you say quietly. Kakashi hums in understanding. Then you hear the clicks of his shoes against the slats of the roof - clicks he allows you to hear because you know he can move without a single sound if he wants to. - as he steps closer towards you. 

"Are you thinking about Naruto?" 

You were. That's what had brought you out here in the first place. But since then, your mind has drifted to over things. You only offer Kakashi a hum and a vague shrug in answer. 

"That makes sense," Kakashi continues as he comes to a stop beside you. He remains standing but looks up at the sky too, mimicking you. "He'll be leaving with Jiraiya soon, no doubt." 

"Yeah," you mumble back. You think Kakashi might glance down at you in question.

"Do you not want him to go?" 

The question makes your nose wrinkle. "No… I think training with that sage pervert will do him the world of good. It's more like… well, if feels like I've only really just got him back and now he's leaving…" 

"You're going to miss him," Kakashi concludes simply and you can only sigh. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss him," you echo in a soft voice. 

This time you know Kakashi looks down at you because he all but forces your gaze to meet his own when he leans forward, blocking your view of the sky. His dark eye is firm but understanding - the look of a sensei, as you've come to know it. You equal parts appreciate and hate it, since you know he picked it up from his sensei, your father.

"It's okay for you to miss him," he tells you plainly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Even with everything that's happened. It's okay for you to care about him." 

You huff and turn your head away, glaring off to your right instead. "I know that."

"I don't think you do." 

He's smirking at you. Smug bastard. 

⁸Stop acting like you know everything about me." 

"I'm not acting," Kakashi tells you softly as, finally, he drops onto his haunches to kneel next to you. "I do know everything about you. So I can read what you're feeling, unfortunately for you." 

You huff out an annoyed breath and say nothing. You know he'll elaborate without a word from you anyway. 

"You haven't been in Naruto's life for a long time," Kakashi says. "You've had your own reasons for keeping your distance. But that doesn't make him any less of your brother. And he'll be gone for a long time, off to train in places that will probably be dangerous. It makes sense that you'll miss him and be worried for him." 

Something in your chest sinks. He really does know everything about you. 

"I haven't acted like an older sister," you mumble out, noticing the stinging feeling of guilt that bursts in your chest - the same that always comes rushes up whenever you think on this particular topic. "Since he was born, I just ignored him because I was so scared he'd remind me of my parents. I don't… I don't have the right to care about him now." 

"Maa, you're such an over-thinker," Kakashi tells you, almost cheeky. You can sense the kindness in his words though, and the jest, so you can smile weakly as he chuckles slightly. "I can guarantee Naruto doesn't see it that way." 

"He doesn't know the full extent of it though," you point out softly. "He only looks up to me as a jounin and a mentor. He doesn't know I'm his sister." 

"Even if he did, it wouldn't make a difference," Kakashi says firmly. He drops his head and his silver hair catches the faint light of the half-moon that's appeared briefly from behind a cloud. "No matter how long it's taken or how long you've spent away, the fact that you've return to his life at all would mean something to him. So don't worry about it too much." 

You drape an arm over your face, hoping to appeared nonchalant but actually trying to prevent Kakashi from picking up on any of the tells that you're holding back tears. 

"Geez, you're such a teacher," you grumble at him. And he reaches over to poke you in the ribs, definitely grinning behind his mask. 

"Excuse you, I am a teacher." 

You stick your tongue out at him because, despite being inly a few years younger than he is, you're still not as mature. And then you shift, letting your arm flop back to your side so you can stare up at the stars again.

There's a long pause, only silence between the both of you. And suddenly you get the feeling there's something more Kakashi wants to tall you. 

"Why are you here?" you ask him pointedly as you try - and fail - to focus on only his chakra signature emanating from beside you. "You should be sleeping too." 

You hear Kakashi snort softly in reply  "I couldn't sleep either." 

"Were you up reading your dime store smut?" 

You think if his full face was on display, Kakashi would have given you a very very sad look. 

"It's not dime store smut, it's high art. And no, actually, I was making preparations." 

"Preparations?" 

"For a mission," Kakashi tells you. "Lady Fifth assigned me a new mission earlier this afternoon. A rank, singular. I'm to leave tomorrow morning." 

"Tomorrow morning." Something inside you - it feels like a stone- drops very suddenly. "How long will it be?" 

Usually, you wouldn't think too much of it. You're a shinobi as he is and you know the risk of leaving behind the village gates. But you also know Kakashi and his skill. Usually, you don't think there will be an issue. 

But an A rank mission js difficult to accomplish entirely alone, even for the great Copy Ninja of the Leaf. And he's leaving tomorrow. 

Suddenly that question from earlier comes crawling back into your mind.

"At least three weeks," Kakashi tells you then, in answer to your question. "Probably longer. I've gotta travel a long way and then stick around there for a bit." 

You can't help but swallow. Three weeks… 

It's not the longest you've been apart from him. But for some reason, you feel that uncomfortable tug of sadness in your gut once again.

Unexpectedly, you feel a gentle hand come down to pat the top of your head. 

"Aw, are you worried about me now?" 

You bat the hand away, grumbling, and then sit up properly. Kakashi's gaze remains on you as you do. 

"I'm not worried ," you tell him, trying your best to sound annoyed. "You think far too highly of yourself, Lightening Boy." 

Kakashi snorts from behind his mask. He reaches out to poke at your cheek this time, and you whack his hand away, almost blushing now. 

"Are you saying you're gonna miss me, then?" 

"I'm not saying anything." 

"Maa, yous so stubborn sometimes." 

You roll your eyes at him and pull your legs up against your chest. You let your chin rest on your knees as you stare out for a moment, not at the sky but now over the rooftops of Konohagakure. There's a moments pause as something swells within you. 

Then, without turning your head, you say very quietly, "Just… please be careful." 

Kakashi keeps quiet for a moment and you wonder if maybe he's feeling awkward. Neither of you are the type to express open affection for anyone, and that's make even more prominent when it's between the pair of you. Your pasts, so much of both entangled with each other; your time in the ANBU, the period after your parents death, joining Root, and then eventually having to learn how to live again - 

You understand Kakashi and you're sure he understands you too. But there's been a line that neither of you have really crossed, despite all the flirting and teasing and provocation (from your part) on the past few months. 

You turn your head, almost ready to apologise to him. Only to have the wind knocked completely from your lungs when he leans in and - 

He kisses you. 

Finally. 

It's soft, still over his mask and little more than a press of his lips to yours but the meaning behind it, that is what knocks you flat. 

Heh, got him, a little voice in the back of your mind mumbles. But you don't even care. Years, it's been years in the making. And you'd really started to think he'd just leave whatever you had together go unsaid until it was too late. 

You might've teared up if the pure elation sparking through your veins didn't provide an ample distraction. And when Kakashi pulls away, opens his eyes to look at you, you can only arch one eyebrow at him in a teasing response. 

"Oh?" 

The corner of his eyes crinkles and you know he's smiling behind his mask. 

"Don't pretend you haven't been trying to mess with me for months." 

You can only snort. "Trying?" you ask him as your eyebrows go up even further. "From what I remember I was succeeding in messing with you. You're quite obvious, Kakashi." 

He chuckles and reaches for you, shaking his head as he pressies his fingers into that place on either side of your ribcage that he knows makes you squirm. "Um, obvious? From what I recall, you actually threw yourself at me at one point, sweetheart. I'm not sure you can get more obvious that that." 

You're giggling by now, and it only gets worse when he uses his grip on you to tug you closer to him. And then you turn your head and reach for him without a millisecond of hesitation, finally able to cup his cheek with your hand and tug him down to kiss you again. 

It's still over his mask and as you find yourself leaning closer, you realise you want more. 

And when Kakashi pulls away from you, his arm sliding properly around your waist to hold you in a grip firm enough you know he’s not willing to let you go without a fight, you realise he does too.

“Lets go inside,” he breathes as he lets his nose brush up against yours gently. Your hands curl into the front of his black shirt, for once more obstructed by the flax vest he usually wears. 

“Okay,” you mumble. Your free hand forms the seal of confrontation as you let your chakra envelop both you and Kakashi. And then you're both gone. 

When you open your eyes next, you're standing in your dark apartment, Kakashi’s arms still wrapped around your waist as he leans into you. You feel him let out a soft breath before pulling back somewhat so he can look down at you. 

“I don’t think i’ll ever get used to you doing that,” he mumbles softly. And you're almost ready to laugh at him, however, he surges in before you can. His lips finds yours again, and even though it’s still over the mask, you feel it immediately - everything he was holding back before, it’s here now, boiling to the surface. With the walls of your apartment shielding the both of you from the eyes of the village, you're ready to let your guard drop further. And so is he. 

Your hands slide up, along the line of his neck before your fingers tangle in his thick hair, and you let him haul you in, even closer. His hand fingers the hinge of your jaw, caressing the side of your face entirely, and you think he groans into you as one of your hands grips at the muscle of his shoulder, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. 

“Kakashi,” you whisper against him. And then you pull away so you can meet his gaze once more. His gaze is dark and serious, but still so kind and full of love that your insides can’t help but do backflips. You try to face him with as much sincerity as you can. 

“I want you,” you tell him simply. “Now. But also… from now on.” 

You think he smiles softly. He leans his head forward and allows the cool edge of his hitai-ate to brush your forehead. 

“I want you,” he echoes your words. “I have for so long.” 

And you can’t help but smile back. 

You've wasted so much time, you think as you stand there, just basking in his presence. So much. But, you also can’t really imagine how it could have happened any earlier. 

His handgrips your waist for a moment. And then it moves, slides up your front. You tilt your chin down a little so you can watch as slowly he reaches for the zip in your flax vest. And then, when you say nothing in objection, he takes it between his fingers and gently tugs it down. 

It slips down smoothly, further and further until there's nothing left and the two halves of your vest fall open. You look up at kakashi again and he looks down at you, and you think you understand what this means. You let the vest fall from your person entirely, and pull the hitai-ate from around your neck too. And then you reach up and look your fingers into the band around Kakashi’s own head. He lets you pull it up, uncovering his sharingan eye, and then off him entirely. And just like that you feel -

You feel like people, you realise slowly. Not shinobi. Just people. And maybe that's all you need to be. 

After that, it’s like everything is a rush. You drag Kakashi into your bedroom with you, stumbling slightly as you kiss him hard enough to make your head spin. You drop your clothes along the way; your scandals, your packs, belt, shirt. Kakashi does the same, his things hitting the floor with soft thuds in his wake. Neither of you care about the mess when you finally reach your bedroom, and then you get to shove Kakashi down onto your bed so he’s looking up at you in awe; one black and and one red blinking through the darkness. 

You watch him watch you as you strip away the rest of what you're wearing. You pull your hair from its tie and let it hang loose around your face, and then you slide your pants down your legs and kick them away. You remain in your underwear as you step forward and reach for Kakashi once more. And he leans up to you, pressing his forehead into yours as your fingers work with the few remaining clothes on his body. His trousers, kicked away somewhere into the darkness. And then his undershirt with his mask attached. 

You’ve seen his face before. There aren’t many people who have and you're lucky enough to have been considered trustworthy enough by Kakashi that he’s let you peek at what's beneath his mask. But it’s only ever been fleeting glimpses, short moments when he tugs it down for whatever reason and then yanks it back up soon after. This, now, as your hands drop and you let him tug his undershirt off, is entirely different. As the shirt comes off, the mask does too - not just tugged away, but off entirely. For the very first time, he’s totally exposed to you. And once he throws the shirt to join the rest of your clothes somewhere on the floor, you realise that there isn’t an option to go back anymore. He can'y just tug the fabric back up over his nose to hide himself when he wants to - you can see him now. 

It makes your heart ache as you get to look down at him, at his whole face with nothing in the way. You get to place your hands on either side of his jaw, get to watch the way his hair falls forward, no longer obstructed by his headband. This is entirely him, nothing left to be uncovered. And when you lean in, let your eyelids slip closed and press your mouth into his without his mask for the first time you get to taste him - finally. 

From the moment your tongue slides against his, you know you're gone.  

Kakashi lets out what almost sounds like a whimper as his hands slide up the skin of your waist, and you think he feels it too. There's a yearning for him tugging so deep in your gut that now, you can honestly not understand why it took you so long to get to this. Why you spent months messing with him, why he spent months resisting you - you don’t know. You all but melt against him, let him drag you down on top of him as he falls back on the bed  until all of his front is pressed to all of yours. One of his hands curls itself into your hair, caressing your head with a finality that you know means neither of you are ever going back from this. And you can only grab at the bedsheets by his shoulder with one hand and hold his face with the other as you desperately wish to just fall into him entirely. 

“Kakashi," you whine into his mouth. And he signs your name in reply, soft and sweet. It makes you squeeze your eyes shut so you don't accidentally cry, makes you moan at the feeling of his tongue lining your lips, make your hips roll so you can grind down onto him totally on instinct. 

You both choke at the feeling - you're only in underwear, you remember now. You and him. And he’s hard against your thigh, and you're dripping against his. A shiver rushes up your spine. 

“You're okay?” Kakashi mumbles to you then, pulling back just a little so he can look up at you with so much love in his eyes your chest feels tight. “You're okay, right?”

You nod, even though your heart is pounding and your breaths are shaky. You are okay. 

“You're okay?” you ask him in response. And he nods too. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips. “Okay.”

Then you lean down to kiss him again, and this time neither of you hold back at all. You let your pelvis roll, press your lower body into his so that you can feel him, hard and hot, between your legs, even through the layers of your underwear and his. And he lets his hips thrust up, pressing closer to you, stimulating you both enough to make you moan headily into his kiss. 

“Kakashi,” you mumble again and again as you feel his hand trace down your back. It tugs at the straps of your bra and you don\t hesitant to drag an arm back so you can snap the clasp open. Kakashi inhales sharply at the feeling and then lets his hand spread out across your whole back, pressing into your warm, and now entirely bare, skin. He whispers your names to you, softly, and then wraps his arms around your waist. And then, without warning, he sits up, pushing you with him. 

You let him maneuver you. Let him pull back to rid you of your bra entirely. Let him bury his nose in your neck as he drags a hand down your front in exploration. You arch your back into him when he palms one of your breasts, his whole hand able to fit around it. You arch your spine and roll your hips more, breath hitching with the way his hard on presses against your clit. And all the while, Kakashi kisses up your neck, mumbling soft words into your skin. 

“Thought about you,” he whispers softly. “F’so long. Wanted you f’so long.” His fingers pinch your nipple and you yip. “You're so distracting, always. Been teasing me f’months and made is so fucking difficult to be around you.”

You smile, your eyes tight shut as you let your head hang back so he has more skin to work with. Your smile only grows when he nips at your pulse point. 

“Wanted you to notice me,” you whisper into the quiet air of the bedroom. “Wanted you to - see me. N-not like a sister.” 

Kakashi chuckles before he runs his tongue up your jugular. It sends a shiver down your spine and you pull him closer. “I haven’t seen you like a sister since I woke up from a wet dream about you when I was thirteen,” he admits and you almost laugh. Almost, if you didn’t understand him completely. 

You tilt your head down again, using the grip you have in his hair to tug him back from your neck. His sharingan gleams when he blinks up at you, memorising everything, and for a brief moment you wish you had a sharingan of your own so you could do the same. So you could burn this image of him into your mind forever. 

“You're mine,” you can only tell him instead as you touch your forehead to his. “Mine.”

“Always,” is what he responds. And so you kiss him before you can get any more emotional. 

The grinding goes further, your hips rocking against his and his against yours as you actively seek pleasure now. He's so hard beneath you that just like this, just dry humping, is probably enough to get you off. There's a pressure on your clit that makes you push into him further. And he can only moan in response as he twitches beneath you, hard and aching enough that you can practically feel it. 

“Please,” he groans to you then, breaking your kiss to hide his face back in your neck. “Sweetheart, I… please .” 

“Kakashi,” you whimper in reply as your nails scratching up his back. He just about growls into your neck in response. 

Your hips turn more frantic, your clit catching on his cock over and over. You can feel him trembling beneath and it makes you moan, aloud and unabashed. You let him put his hands on your hips, gripping them so he can move you as he likes and entirely control the movement of your lower bodies. You let him trail kisses down your neck and shoulder, throw your head back to give him more room even. And then as he drops his head down further to suck one of your nipples between his lips, you can only squeal in delight as sparks shoot up and your spine and your toes curl, and you realise you’re actually about to come. 

“Kakashi,” you moan as your pussy pulses in time with the sucks he gives to your nipple. “Don’t stop - don’t stop! Fuck-!”  

He moans against you, not stopping in the slightest, and you think his thrusting is getting sloppy too. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to probably leave bruises and you almost scream. You spine arches as your orgasm crashes through you so suddenly it completely knocks the wind from your lungs. 

Kakashi releases your nipple with a pop and then buries his face in your chest. “Shit,” he mumbles, obviously feeling the way you shiver in his arms. “Sweetheart - baby - shit shit shit- ”

You grind down on him, even in your haze and even when it makes your entire body jump with overstimulation. And you feel as Kakashi reaches his climax too, his cock pulsing again and again enough to make you moan even harder. 

You hold him close to you for a long time, refusing to let him go as you gradually drop back down to reality and he follows shortly after. And even then it takes you a while to slow your pounding heart, so you pull away just enough to drop your head and kiss him again. 

He kisses back just as fervently and you know, you know, he’s not done with you. Thank the gods, is all you can think as his fingers wind into your hair. Because I’m not done with him either.  

Kakashi doesn’t separate from you, even as he winds his arms securely around your waist and flips the both you. He doesn’t separate from you even as he presses you down into your own mattress and settles himself between your bent legs. It's only when you start to squirm again, desperate for him to touch you more, that he draws back. And then you see the smile on his lips and the gleam in his eye. 

“Wanna taste you,” he whispers as he kisses down your jaw to the line of your neck. “Please, let me taste you.” You feel his fingers hooking into the band of your panties. You can only lift for hips a little in response and Kakashi all but moans in appreciation when he realises. He tugs your panties down and slides his own body down with them, until his broad shoulders have slipped past your hips and he's in a position where you could crush his head between your thighs if you wanted to. 

You don’t want to. Although, for some reason you get the sense he probably couldn’t be at all opposed even if you did. 

Kakashi presses his cheek up against the soft skin of your inner thigh for a moment as he blinks up at his, his eyes - usually so sad - now full of love. There's a moment of silence as you lift yourself up to balance on your elbows and you just look at each other, realising and appreciating. 

And then Kakashi leans in, sealing his lips to your pussy and it's all you can do to let your had fall back as a sweet whine falls from your lips. You're still so, so sensitive. And Kakashi is ruthless as he licks up the entirety of you before sucking your clit between his teeth with a growl. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles between obscene slurping sounds that’d make you blush like a virgin if you heard them in any other context. “Sweetheart, you're - y’taste so fucking good - baby-” 

“Kashi,” you choke because gods, he’s good. His tongue circles your clit, almost demanding a he draw whines and whimpers from your lips, and you can only card your fingers through his hair hope you don’t just die before you get to come again. 

Kakashi must know what you're thinking because he lets out a soft chuckle and draws back just by a few millimetres. “You're so wet,” he whispers, teasing. “Fucking dripping . This all for me?”

“F’you,” you stumble out, your toes curling when he lick a slow stripe up your cunt. “Only for you- Kakashi!”  

“You're so sweet t’me,” Kakashi mumbles. He removes one hand from where he was holding your thigh and slides two long fingers into you. There's no resistance - you're soaked,  and you can only bite your tongue and try not to scream as he stretches your walls so deliciously you see stars. “So fucking good. So perfect, sweetheart.” he kisses your inner thigh briefly. “Want you to come f’me, okay? Wanna see how beautiful you are when you come.” 

There are actual tears beading in your eyes now, tears of both frustration and pure overstimulation. You're so close all over again but there's something else you need, something more. And Kakashi obviously knows this, with the gleam hidden in his eyes. 

“Please,” you whimper as you force yourself to look down at him again. “Please, please, Kashi, make me - make me come! Want it, please, wanna come f’you.” 

His fingers curl within you, again and again, making your spine arch upwards in ecstasy. He gives you a small smile, one so soft you feel like you melt a bit on the inside. Then he kisses your thigh again. 

“My sweetheart,” he mumbles into your skin, his eyelashes fluttering as he closes his eyes for just a moment. “-ove you.” 

Then he seals his mouth to your cunt once more, slurping at your clit while his fingers continue to thrust up inside you. Everything that's built until now suddenly snaps once more and you collapse backwards onto your bed, your entire body shaking as your orgasm crashes through you. Kakashi moans into your pussy at the feeling, mumbling praise as he uses his fingers to fuck you through it. And it's only once you've stopped clenching around him that he draws away from you. He kisses your thigh one last time before crawling back up you body. And when he raises his hand to you, you take his fingers into your mouth with greed, sucking at them with a fervour that makes him groan. They taste like you, dripping with your slick as they are, and when you eventually let them go and pull Kakashi down to kiss you, the flavour explodes over your tongue even more. It makes you moan with how fucking filthy it is, and even though you’ve already come twice, it makes you wet all over again. 

“Fuck me,” you demand from Kakashi when he breaks away from you, your voice so whiny it almost most doesn’t sound like you. “Please please please, need it - need you in me, Kakashi-!”

He yanks off his own underwear without saying a word, fire sparking in his eyes. Then he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips once again as he settles his body back over yours. 

“Gorgeous,” he mumbles as you relax back with him above you, basking in the warmth he exudes. “You're so gorgeous.” 

“Please,” you whisper to him. And thank the gods he obliges. 

He’s so warm as he slides into you, and you're so sensitive, that you both end up mewling against each other. His hand finds yours at some point and he presses it back into the bedsheets, twisting his fingers into yours so tightly you're not sure you could let go if you tried. He uses his other arm to hold himself up so he can rest his forehead on your shoulder and watch as his cock sinks into you. And you can only cling to his back with your free hand, digging your fingernails into his skin and whimpering as he penetrates your body. 

He's big enough that you need time to adjust, even after having come twice, and thankfully he gives you that. His hips still once he's bottomed out and he turns his head to press soft kisses into your temple as you whine with how full you feel. There's something more to this than just sex, you think as you scrabble at his shoulders and press the bridge of your nose into his shoulder. There's a deeper connection than just the physical. You can’t quite put it into words though, so you just kiss along his skin, hoping he feels it too. 

When Kakashi eventually starts thrusting - first shallow and light and then getting deeper and harder - you can see stars popping behind your eyelids. He's always been a powerful being, from the moment you'd first met back when you were both just young children, but this is the first time you're getting to see his power outside of shinobi related activities. His muscles are rippling, his chakra energised and buzzing, and you get the feeling that he could destroy you if he wanted to. 

You also get the feeling though, that he doesn’t want to. And that somehow makes your head spin even more. 

You moan his name, over and over again, punctuated by small squeaks when the head of his cock nudges up against the spot inside you that drives you insane. And he replies with murmurs of your own name, mixed with praise and pleas. 

“Feel so good,” he tells you softly as his hips snap into yours. You hooks your legs around his waist to pull him close. “So fucking good, sweetheart. S’warm and wet and tight round my cock, shit -  feel good for me, please, baby, feel so fucking good-” 

You want all of him. After years and years of pain and pining, you want every molecule of his being to saturate your own now. You don't want him to ever leave, you don’t ever want to leave him. And now there are actually tears dropping down your temples and into your hairline as you pull his lips down to yours again and kiss him with everything you have. Kakashi kisses you back, letting your tongue slide over his, tasting you, and you can feel it when he squeezes your hand reassuringly - he understands it all, he knows. His hips speed up in their rhythm as the desperation for each other kicks into both of you, and then you're moaning, you and him, as static seems to rush through your veins. 

“Fuck-” you choke, gripping his hand tight enough that he'll probably have nails indents in the skin below his knuckles. “Gonna - shit - gonna come!”

“Please,” Kakashi whispers. “Please, please, please, sweetheart, come for me. Fucking - s’okay, yeah. Let go f’me.” 

Your entire body seems to spasm, your legs trembling violently and your head tilting back. It rushes up through your gut and for a second you're seeing stars as the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had rips through your body. Your pussy clenches, pulsing hot and wet and you can hear Kakashi moaning through the feeling as his own hips jump. He squeeing your hand once again and then fucks you through the pleasure, his hips pounding into yours again and again and again as he chases his own high and prolongs yours. More tears roll down your face but you don't even care - you can only cling to your lover as finally, he gives one last roll of his hips and then buries himself inside you as he releases, groaning long and low in your ear. 

He raises his head to kiss you after a short moment of silence then, so much softer and more gentle this time. His grip on your hand loosens but remains, and you can feel his thumb stroking along your skin comfortingly. At the same time, you wind your other hand into his hair, not pulling anymore but just stoking at his scalp. He chases your lips when you eventually pull back from him and it makes you giggle just a little. Suddenly, you feel light than air. 

“I love you,” you tell him very softly as he lets his forehead rest against yours. “I love you so much.”

Kakashi blinks. Maybe he’s surprised that you've admitted it so boldly. And then he smiles. 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he says in a voice that makes sparks dance through your stomach. “I love you.” 

You pull him in for another kiss and have to give yourself very strict instructions not to cry. 

When he pulls away, you nudge your nose against his somewhat playfully. “So, you wanna go shower?”

Kakashi arches a silver eyebrow at you, the glint returning to his eye. “Shower? Why?”

You give him a blank look. “Because we’re both gross and sticky and I refuse to go to sleep like this.”

“Sleep?” Kakashi mumbles, the corner of his lips curling in a soft smirk. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but no one is going to sleep just yet.” He leans in to nip at your earlobe and you squeak. “You teased me for months , there's no way I’m letting you off the hook just like that. We still have five hours before I need to leave and I intend not to waste a single second.”

A shiver runs up your spine and when you meet his gaze again, you can tell that he's dead serious. Butterflies flood your stomach as the corners of your mouth twitch upwards. “Oh,” is all you can say, it it makes Kakashi chuckle deeply. 

Oh shit.  

Please.

#💙 blue's fics #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #naruto fics #naruto

[makethiscanon]

I think it’s time I dumped another long-forgotten WIP on you. And it’s an entirely new fandom!

The Bathhouse: Baji x Fem!Reader x Kazutora [Part 1]

Word Count: 3k Rating: Mature (16+) Tags: First-meetings, tension/suspense, romance, slow-burn, strangers/enemies to lovers, humour, canon-divergent [Bloody Halloween didn’t happen], aged-up/future setting, Valhalla, protective Kazutora, protective Baji, Baji being Baji. Warnings: Nudity [non-smut], vulgar language, mild threat.

Please be aware this is a mature story with some suggestive themes because of the setting, but there is no smut.

------

As a part-time worker at the local open-air bathhouse, you were allowed to use the facilities as often as you liked, provided it was after hours.

So, on one peaceful Tuesday evening you returned to work with an assortment of shampoos, towels, and a bottle of milk for later, then let yourself into the building with every intention of staying until you were wrinkled and all your life-stresses were gone.

Once you were out of your clothes and rinsed down, you stepped into the warm autumn air with only a book in hand, intending to get completely lost in its pages.

You made your way to your usual spot – a cosy nook at the far side of the pool; a space no wider than an armchair that was conveniently obscured from view by a large rock, then got in.

As you sank down, the warm waters got to work instantly, seeping into your aching muscles. Another day of work and agro melted off your body as you sighed and sank deeper, then your rear made contact with the bench. You tipped your head back until it touched the lip of the pool, then for just a moment you closed your eyes and enjoyed the peace of the evening.

The warm air had kept the cicadas out late today. You could hear them buzzing and chirping in the trees overhead as you sloshed around in the water to stretch your body out, while the hum of traffic in the distance made for relaxing background sounds.

Perhaps it was sad to sit naked and alone in an onsen with a book about love and nights of passion when everyone else was off having fun, but it was your idea of heaven. Your life lacked both love and passion, but it was easy to imagine with the turn of a page what it could be like. Princes, rock stars, mafia dons and heart-throbs -- only some of the realities you had wandered through while sitting at the edge of the pool. They made love look so easy.

You tended to get lost in your stories, so ensnared by the fictitious lives of the characters that you forgot the world around you, from the sounds to your surroundings, and most nights when you were alone at the bathhouse this was never a problem. But tonight…

Tonight it was.

You were finally, finally at the part in your book where the superstar admitted his feelings to the nobody-bartender, telling her that he was ready to throw his fame away if it meant they could be together. You were currently sat with only your feet in the pool and your back against the rock, your toes curled in anticipation for the much awaited kiss. The world around you was like static; a white noise to the reality you had wrapped yourself up in.

But that meant you were oblivious to the sounds around you. You did not hear the clatter of shoes or the voices that ascended the hill to the bathhouse. You did not hear someone mentioning that the lights were on, nor the person who declared gleefully that it must be open. If you heard them at all, it was only as the background chatter of people who must be staggering between bars. You did not hear them wander into the front desk, you did not hear them push and shove in delight when they thought they had the whole place to themselves for the night because some idiot had forgotten to lock up.

The noises grew fainter, and little did you realise it was because they had gone into the changing rooms to disrobe and rinse.

It was too late when you realised you weren’t alone. You only noticed when the first man came striding out onto the patio and called back to the others,

“There’s no one here. Seriously!”

You squeaked in surprise and dropped your book, then clamped your hand to your mouth.

What were people doing here? How had they gotten in?

Anxiety and regret filled you for leaving your towel in the changing rooms. If you needed to confront these late-night wannabe customers, you weren’t half as threatening or imposing when you were buck naked.

Being as quiet as you could, you slipped back into the pool then waited to see how many people you were dealing with before making any brash decisions. You sank into the water up to your neck, doing your best to hide yourself, then carefully peered around the rock to catch a glance of the newcomer.

When you saw him, your heart sank. Even at 20 yards and nothing but the dim patio lighting, you could clearly make out the intricate, dark lines and bold colours of his tattoos; the imagery of ogres and dragons spanning across his chest and the entirety of his arms.

Yakuza.

You were in trouble.

You pinned yourself to the rock, your mind reeling over what might happen if you tried to kick him out – them out. Oh god, the whole place could be crawling with thugs. You had no idea how many people were inside the changing rooms. You shut your eyes and prayed that it was only two lone idiots.

But then you heard the ruckus of other males as they came from inside, onto the patio. Feeling the world drop out below you, you sank back into the nook as slowly as you could to stop the water rippling. As you sat into the underwater bench, dread began to fill you. You couldn’t confront a gang of delinquents. You could only pray they didn’t find you, and left before the baths gave you hyperthermia.

The layout of the hot-springs meant that as long as no one came around the rock hiding you, they couldn’t see you. To the untrained eye, the rock sat on the very corner of the pool as if the perimeter had been built around it. Unless someone knew to check, they would miss the extra, square-meter pocket of water behind it that you called your comfy spot.

You heard splashing as the horde entered the pool. They laughed and were as boisterous as could be expected from a pack of unruly young men. In any other situation you would have come down on them like an iron fist, telling them to pipe down or get lost.

No one came close enough to frighten you. The waters rippled as the boys fanned out, finding their own places to relax. Now that they weren’t in one loud, indistinguishable group, you could hear what they were saying:

“This is awesome, right?”

“Hah?”

“Ya know. Like. Bet this place was left open for us. Outta respect.”

Like hell it was, you thought. Although you cursed for not checking whether you’d locked the door on the way in. Your manager was going to have your head tomorrow.

Time dragged on as you stayed in place and your bum turned numb, but overall you felt the fear ebb inside you the longer you stayed unnoticed. The boys didn’t seem interested in coming over here. It was too dark compared to the areas by the patio lights. Though they were messing around like schoolchildren at a waterpark. They didn’t have an ounce of respect for a spiritual place like this, clearly.

In all your distraction from listening to the main group of delinquents, the movements of one individual were too quiet to hear. You did not notice him swimming to the far edge of the pool to enjoy a breather from the others – the only place in the whole bath that could glimpse the space behind your rock. You did not see him squint at you, trying to figure out whether you were a small animal sat in the shadows. You did not see him swimming over as you shuffled further back into the nook, realising you had drifted from your seat over time.

But when you heard the familiar rippling sound of someone coming closer, you realised you were in trouble. Like a trapped rabbit, your lip started to tremble and you covered it with your hands, hoping to stifle your onset of panicked breathing, like you might still have a chance to go unnoticed if you stayed quiet. You closed your eyes in denial, hoping the person would change their mind and turn, but you opened them again, too afraid to face the danger blindly.

He swept into your space without warning; a single movement that told you he had not expected to find such a cramped spot back here. To his credit, he grabbed the rock with an arm to stop the collision, and for just a second his expression was that of utter shock. But no sooner had he landed his gaze on you, from your large, terrified eyes to the way you instinctively covered your chest to block his view, than his expression slipped into a grin.

“Hello, pretty girl. What are you doing here?”

You spotted the intricate tiger tattoo spanning down his neck, onto his left shoulder as he spoke with a playful manner. You tried to talk, to beg him to go away, but the words clogged in your throat as you looked into his golden eyes and saw a madness that couldn’t be reasoned with.

He cocked his head, leaning his arm against the rock to listen to you.

“Hm? What was that?”

You forced a single word out, feeling your safety slipping away under his gaze.

“Please...”

But a voice interrupted his response, calling from across the pool.

“What are you doing, Kazutora?”

You inhaled sharply, waiting for him to declare your presence to the others. The young man’s grin slipped and he cocked his head further, a genuine curiosity falling over his features as he watched you – watched the way you gripped your hands tighter around your mouth as your fingers trembled and your gaze pleaded with him not to give your place away.

Then his grin grew wider.

He moved closer to you, watching with an unblinking gaze as you closed your eyes. With a splash he pressed himself to you, pushing his lips to the shell of your ear. Then he whispered,

“Don’t make a sound, pretty girl. I’ll be back later.”

He pinned you to the edge of the pool. You had no time to worry about his naked skin pushing up against yours when it lasted only a second before he pulled back, responding to your dumbstruck expression with an impish smile. He had your book. He pressed a finger to his lips with a meaningful stare then waggled the book back and forth to silently declare he was taking it. Then with a fast, powerful kick, he zipped backwards through the water, disappearing from view.

“I found a book!”

His declaration was met by a chorus of unimpressed grumbles, and one not-so-happy retort of, “Kazutora, the fuck? Thought you’d found something interesting back there.”

“Yeah. Books are good.”

“Since when?”

Though the guys did not sound all too convinced by this Kazutora’s passion for books, they did seem to find it funny.

You waited, expecting someone else to appear and find you, but they never did. And as you waited, and as you heard the odd thug swimming close to your hiding spot, you heard Kazutora’s voice again and again, calling them away. One excuse after another, he halted their track towards you. It was daunting to give your safety to a complete stranger, and a yakuza member no less, but for whatever reason, he really was keeping you hidden.

The haze of the bathhouse seeped deeper into your lungs as you waited for them to leave. Your cheeks felt hot, and the world swayed whenever you stopped paying attention to the gang. Feeling woozy from the heat, you pressed your forehead against the rock, desperate for its cooling touch. You couldn’t last much longer out here. Surely they had to be ready to leave soon.

It wasn’t much longer after you pleaded for such a miracle that you heard his now-familiar voice calling out.

“Stay here if you’re planning to wrinkle up like an old man’s ball sack. I’m going for drinks. See ya later.”

You wondered if Kazutora was bored of protecting you, happy to leave you in fate’s hands, but to your greatest surprise the other boys started laughing.

“Wait up. First round’s on you.”

“Booze over bathhouses any day, mate.”

“Let’s hit up Atsushi’s spot. See if that twerp’s picked up any better women yet.”

They started to leave.

You dared to place your hand on your heart, feeling it beating like a bee’s wing as the courtyard grew quieter and quieter. You waited and listened, shocked and thankful that Kazutora’s plan was working as the boys climbed out of the pool in dribs and drabs. You waited as the voices died and the sounds of splashing vanished. You waited until it was only you and the distant noise of rambunctious boys in the changing rooms. You waited until it was only you, the cicadas and the faint sounds of traffic in the distance. You waited.

You waited.

Then a lock clicked into place.

The world fell out from under you. You weren’t alone. And someone had just trapped you out here with them.

The heat of the pool already had you feeling sick and weak. Your breaths were raspy and shallow, but you did your best to keep your wits, fearing what could happen. The vast majority of boys were gone for sure; you had heard them walking down the hill towards the bars, but one must have stayed behind. You hoped and prayed it was Kazutora, not because you expected any sort of saintliness from him, but you would rather the devil you knew than the devil you didn’t.

“Oi.” A deep voice rumbled from the patio. You knew at once that it was not Kazutora. There was an authority to this voice that did not fit the personality of the deranged, golden-eyed guy you had seen before.

“Get out here,” he growled, and you realised this man wasn’t playing games. You debated what to do. There weren’t many places to hide – he would find you soon enough if you stayed put – but he had blocked your escape into the changing rooms, and the fences surrounding the baths were too tall to climb. You only had one option. You just hoped it would work in your favour.

You trembled as you pulled yourself up from the bench. Your legs felt like lead. It took all your willpower to move forward, listening to the man talking as you waded out from behind the rock with your arms across your chest for protection.

“Kazutora would rather gouge his eyes out than read something. You’re the one he was keeping safe so get out here and… oh…”

His words died as his gaze fell on you, and you caught your first look at the young man holding you prisoner. Sharp brown eyes; long, black hair pulled back into a ponytail; and a strong body that would have absolutely no trouble stopping you if you tried to run. He was sitting on the patio quite casually with his legs in the water and a towel around his middle, and just as you had feared, he was blocking your path to the changing rooms. He was staring at you, but what had started as an aggressive glare was now nothing but shock. Clearly he had not expected to see someone like you when he had told you to come out.

But his aggressive glare reappeared as soon as he caught hold of his senses.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” He snapped, and you flinched at the accusatory tone. He gestured to you as a whole. You sank into the water up to your chin, hiding your body. His intense glare was unnerving. Strangely, you felt like a child being scolded by her father, and though you couldn’t understand this situation fully, you knew you weren’t allowed to answer back.

“What are you doing here by yourself in the middle of the fucking night? I can’t even—” he smoothed his hand over his wet hair, seemingly unable to comprehend your stupidity. “I don’t care if you rented the place out or you work here or what— why didn’t you lock yourself in? Where is your towel? Do you have any idea how much danger you were just in? Do you know who you were hiding from— or what would have happened if Kazutora hadn’t found you first?”

His grunt of frustration cut off his rant, and an uncomfortable knot twisted up inside you, hearing that you had been in exactly the kind of danger you had worried about being in. The fact this guy’s anger seemed to stem from his concern for your wellbeing made you realise you had gotten off easy.

Though that begged the question, if this guy had such a problem with how his gang behaved, why was he hanging around with them?

You couldn’t say you felt safe around this guy – indeed, he exuded a natural amount of aggression without even trying – nor were you done with attempting your escape; yet before you managed to take one step forwards or even open your mouth to defend your actions, a haze took over your vision. Your skin that had been sweating for some time turned clammy and uncomfortable. The steam made it hard for you to breathe. The world span around you. The heat of the baths finally took hold.

“Oi, what’s up with you?”

His words fell silent on your ears. The last thing you saw before you slipped unconscious was how he heaved himself off the patio, down into the pool with alarm in his eyes.

------

PART 2: [HERE]

[WRITING MASTERLIST]

#Baji #Keisuke #x reader #Tokyo Revengers #Tokyo Rev #fanfiction #bathhouse #Kazutora #Hanemiya #fluff #x yn #x you

[astrasrebloggedfics]

Satoru Gojo Series

Mari-The-Bimbo's-Ex husband! Gojo Masterlist

Remember Spring Days Masterlist

-Indulge Me

-Onsen Incident

-Say yes 2 Heaven

Undercover At A Florist Shop

-Part 1, Part 2

Like Father, Like Son

-Part 1, Part 2, A Baby?, A Daughter, Pictures of Geto, Drabble (Naoya Wants to Fuck Gojo's Wife)

SoulSwap

-Part 1, Part 2

Ex-Boyfriend!Gojo

-Part 1, Part 2

Gojo x Itadori sister! Reader pt.1

-Gojo x Itadori! sister pt.2

Delusional High School Gojo

-Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Streamer!Gojo

-Gojo's Fangirl

-Gojo Can Spoil You Better

-Yes I Have A Girlfriend, Yes She's Real

-Kisses Can Turn Him Into A Mess

-Flirting with a Rival

-Beginner's Luck

-Kissing While Still Streaming

I Want To Kiss You

-Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Who is She? (Kyoto student!Reader)

-Part 1, Part 2

Steps

-Part 1, Part 2

BF! Gojo

-Part 1, Part 2

Gojo's Wife

-Pt 1: Phone Call, Pt 2: What? You're Married? And You're a Dad?, Pt 3: You Want to Adopt Me?, Pt 4: Let's Have Another Baby

After What Happened (Angst)

-Part 1, Part 2

Promise

-Part 1, Part 2 Angst Ending, Part 2 Happy Ending

You Cryin'?

-Part 1, Part 2

Maybe In Another Life (Angst, Geto x Reader)

-Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,

What If's, To Be With You, Meeting You Again

Things That Don't Work Out

-Part 1, Part 2?, Part 3?

Bully!Gojo Falling In Love With You

-Part 2

Sensei

-Shush, We're In The Library

High School Bully

-Part 1, Part 2, Part 3? (Drabble)

Wanna Be Yours

-Wanna Be Mine

Snapshot Pt. 1

Snapshot Pt. 2

Snapshot Pt. 3

Snapshot Pt. 4

A/B/O

-Part 1, Part 2

Confessing To You in Your Sleep

-Part 1, Part 2

Jealousy

-Prequel: The Night We Met

Love Language

-Part 1, Part 2

To-Be-Ex-Husband

-Part 1, Part 2

Take Me Back To Before

-Part 1: Take Me Back To Before

-Part 2: I'm Here

-Part 3

-Part 4

What You See, I See (Soulmate AU)

-Part 1: what you see, i see

-Part 2: where you go, i go

-Part 3: you know i adore you

-Part 4: i'm crazier for you

-Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party

-Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

[yumedoca]

I want to write an in depth character analysis about Ataru’s entire character, but if I do, it’ll be as long as a frickin novel because this chad has so many depths to his character that even I can’t keep track of all his qualities. So I’ll write a short one. Usually I hate or just plain dislike the concept of perverts mainly because most of the modern day pervs are so one dimensional and perving is the only notable thing about their character (of course, not every perv is like that but most of them are). Ataru was the first character who showed me that the pervert (or any trope in general) can be amazing if written well. The fact that his perverted moments are actually funny because of how entertaining his moments and character is written like how he puts on a serious guise even though his intentions aren’t pure or just smoothly going with the flow while flirting (mainly with Sakura). Of course then there’s how his interactions with the ones around him and his daily behavior is entertaining as well, like with Mendo, Ten, Onsen mark, etc. Of course, then there’s his interactions and relationship with Lum which has him go from “I hate you!” to “*I… I… I don’t like you, what do you mean?” to “hmph, whatever!” to finally “you know exactly how I feel about you and that’s good enough ♥️ .” It has him learning to control and open up his feelings towards her as time goes on and it’s fantastic. Then there’s him going from a pathetic coward to a pretty cool dude, scenarios which used to scare him previously has shown not to scare him later on and he’s even been put on the brink of death while trying to save his woman. Then there’s his growing kindness, at first even though very kind, his intentions weren’t exactly 100% pure as shown in the cursed rain girl chapter where he dated her so he could build up a relationship with her and eventually properly date her later, even though he did it to cure her curse as well. What he did was nice, but he had a misleading motivation. Compare this later on when he went on a date with the ghost girl, he knows he’ll gain absolutely nothing from dating her since she’ll pass on to heaven once she’s satisfied, but he does it anyways because he felt sorry for the poor girl and his kindness just shines through, he even went to visit her grave later on to pay her respects. So yes, Ataru’s may be a pervert and selfish jerk most of the time, but he gets punished for his actions and that side of him feels like a desperate mask to conceal his nicer side. I think the reason he hides that side is so he doesn’t get taken advantage of by others, but also maybe it’s because he isn’t sure of himself. Which is probably why he only shows that side when the time calls for it.

#urusei yatsura #urusei yatsura manga #ataru #ataru moroboshi #atalum #my analysis #I know I said this will be a short analysis #but in my defense compared to a novel this is short #there’s tons more I want to speak about this guy but I’ll keep it for another day #Ataru’s probably one of my favorite characters in all of fiction because of how welll he’s written #Props to Takahashi for writing him #Ataru may be an idiot but he’s our (Ataru fans) idiot

[nobodyinfart]

more caring than the carebears~

hello!! this took so long that i am a little embarrassed HAHAHA,, hope you guys enjoy~~ mwah :3

masterlist

description: caretakers deserve all the love, period.

category: imagine

type: fluff

characters mentioned: aether, bennett, thoma x gn! reader

aether :3

he finds your care so heart-warming, he usually isn't coddled since he is seen as the independent and capable type

not that he doesn't like it, of course

so when you take the initiative to take care of him, like how you usually make lunchboxes for him, he feels so touched

you even make sure to include a balanced diet, with vegetables and snacks and carbs to give him enough energy throughout the day!!

he is so proud that he often shows off to his peers and sister of your creations

"oh my gosh, is that teriyaki?!" aether hisses as he swats at lumine's chopsticks, throwing a glare over at lumine's pouting face. "yes, but it's mine!" humming, the precious baby continues munching on his lunch while admiring your handicraft. today's set was another spectacular one, teriyaki chicken with steaming white rice, accompanied by an onsen egg at the corner and a salad topped with the perfect amount of dressing.

he was practically squirming with excitement when you smiled and offered his meal of the day. he thought that he would get less flustered after you continued giving the weekly food. however, seeing how shy he gets accepting the bento box doesn't seem to change. even as he is in classes, he can't help wondering what this week's bento is gonna look like, completely in glee and excited.

some days, he even daydreams on if he would be able to see you cook it in person one day, with an apron tied behind your back. or maybe that you would sneak him bites as you are cooking, his puppy dog eyes leaving you helpless as you chuckle, saying that he would be too full to eat afterwards,,, maybe a kiss would change your mind and another piece would be given~~

lumine sees her brother in a daze and sighs, knowing that you are the cause of his distracted state. 'being the middle man is hard,' she shook her head as she succeeded in stealing a piece of the teriyaki. the number of texts she has received from you, panicking over the silliest things are absurd. even, just as she was thinking about it, a buzz sounded.

simp: DOES HE LIKE IT?? IS THE ONSEN EGG UGLY!!

lumi: don't be ridiculous,, he is practically in heaven rn~~

'you better confess soon, brother' she huffs as aether snaps out of his daze and started complaining about the missing piece of chicken, the twins getting into a petty fight over food, once again.

bennett :3

he is super thankful he knows an angel

he always feels wrong since you often take care of his injuries when he gets hurt (which is very often, by the way)

from classes, co-curricular activities and daily life, the list is bloody endless

our poor bennett shouldn't be, but part of him even looks forward to getting injuries, just to enjoy the gentle caresses of his crush's hands on his bruises or the concern at his old scars, you rubbing them as he tries to convince you that they don't hurt

he adores the way you cup his cheeks to softly scold him with soft stern eyes, but his favourite part definitely is the tender hug he receives as a 'quick healing remedy', you softly press him closer, letting him enjoy your soft embrace and the comforting scent you emit

he notes the smell as you give him a hug for a speedy recovery, the faint smell of detergent never being more soothing to him than those moments

then, you give him a smile while ruffling his hair, telling him to please be more careful

he does the opposite, though, just to get care from his favourite nurse :DD

"benny!! again?!" you huffed as he could only chuckle nervously sitting in the infirmary once again. his knee has a slight gash, bloody enough to even stain his uniform and trail down to his ankle. honestly, you wonder how his body hasn't given up yet. he could only shrug and allow you to treat his wound, flinching a little at the antiseptic. you try to wrap it gently, as for the bandage to not apply pressure onto his gash, carefully watching the wound while he watches you. your eyes are focused, yet the way you are so receptive to his pain shows your concern, making him feel warm inside.

"all done!! make sure to take care of it and apply medicine every couple of hours," you continue on to explain each and every step, turning around to place the medkit back into the drawer. despite being all patched up, benny still kicks his feet, almost as if waiting for something. you tilt your head, eyes squinting in confusion as you make a face, wondering what he was waiting for. his face flushes, suddenly being bashful as he sticks his hands out for his remedy. his emerald eyes turn towards the ground, unwilling to look at you, thus it took him off guard as you nestle him into you.

"make sure to be careful, okay? your body may be able to take it, but you need to take care of yourself ya," you mutter, anxious and unconsciously holding him tighter. often, you worry for the poor boy, constantly getting injuries. the way he is still so happy-go-lucky leaves your heart soft, the same way how his smile leaves you weak.

bennett 'mmhhms' at your concern, sliently enjoying the way your hands caress his back and the warmth of your arms enveloping him. he wishes he had the courage to tell you of his feelings, yet he is shy. 'why do i even start??' our patient wonders, as he struggles to work out a plan to woo you...

as the both of you separate, you gather up some courage to whisper a sly remark in his ear "don't think i didn't know that you come to me rather than go to the nurse, it's almost like you want to see me~~". you almost can sense the heat from his red ears alone, leaving you a touch mischievous and adoring. with that remark, you leave the poor boy to suffer and squirm, an unknowing smirk on your face,,

god, he loves the caring side of you, yes he does. but, that cunning smirk is causing flips in his stomach never felt before,, the way you look so sly and up to no good, makes him feel so shy. he begins devising his 'woo the lover' plan on that infirmary bed, emerald eyes as bright as his blush. he imagines that same slyness when you steal kisses from him, a lulling voice that is so sticky and needy, convincing him that kisses are the best remedy. god, he can't wait for the remedy hugs to evolve to kisses soon~~

thoma :3

now, let's be honest, there isn't much you do that thoma could not already

hell, he may even do it better, since he does it way too often (that that you suck of course)

but, that does not mean he does not feel anything when he sees you peel fruits for your friends to munch on during your lunch break

your gentle hands grip the apple with purpose, carefully holding the knife to peel the skin off the apples and cut them into adorable bunny slices

thoma feels so soft, watching you care for everyone around you, ensuring that they drink plenty of water and eat well

like an angel 🥺🥺

however, he definitely thinks that for you to care so much about others, you must have had an occasion where you overlooked yourself

because of this, he often worries over you~

have you eaten enough?? what about hydration?? why do you look more lethargic than usual??

so don't act so surprised when a lunch box with a full-blown meal presents itself in your locker, accompanied by a huge water bottle

the food is always piping hot, almost as if it was just made, almost like your food giver was a member of the home econs club (wink wink)

inside also includes a cute note, that reminds you to take care of yourself too, and that you deserve all the love and care you could possibly have

ps: he always hides to see your sweet smile and shy laugh, as all your friends flash knowing eyes and plead to know who this sweet angel is

“another one??! what’s written on the note now??” your group of friends almost topple one another to catch a glimpse of the handwritten note. you could only laugh and flush, reading through the thoughtful words.

‘exams are coming up, don’t pull so many allnighters and make sure to get proper rest!! today’s meal is a little special, enjoy~~’ your eyes widened as you hurriedly unwrapped the furoshiki to reveal....

the most gorgeous strawberry shortcake you have seen in your life. the strawberries glistened in a light syrup and the whole cake had accents of pink with white cream, you swear that you have lost your breath in that very moment. the closest friend gasp, completely in awe at the masterpiece, whispering about how you have to give the food angel a kiss for this one,,

your other friends open the second container, cooing at the shaped onigiri, calling the dog shape adorable. one of your friends sighed, playfully chiding that your romeo would make such a good malewife~~

behind your group, a certain blonde is flushed red at the constant compliments, loving that his acts of service brought you so much joy. seeing your awe-filled grin was enough payment for him as he scampered off to the clubroom, thoma is sure that your happiness is seeping into his bones, completely bringing up his mood. maybe if he stayed a little longer, he would have realised that his cover was finally blown. a knowing smile lingered on your lips as you eye the leaving figure, a plan forming in your head to give him a taste of his own medicine - where you surprised him with a bento of his own and that kiss promised for your food angel~~

#nobody's works #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #aether x reader #bennett x reader #thoma x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #aether #bennett #thoma

[oigimi]

. a little friend .

. nobunaga x reader . 1.2k words . fluff .

Everything that came with my life in the Sengoku had been pretty great so far. I had everything that anyone could ever ask for: Plenty of food, soft cushions to sleep on, luxurious clothes, friends who loved me, ladies in waiting who cared about me, and of course, the strongest, most handsome boyfriend in the world. Dating Oda Nobunaga was the greatest thing to ever happen to me. His love for me ran deeper than anyone could ever truly understand; ourselves included. Nobunaga would move heaven and earth if it meant bringing a smile to my face.

But he still had to leave often, and I hated it when he had to leave.

Being the legendary conqueror he was, Nobunaga was quite busy. He had battles to fight (that left me worried sick, even if I knew he wouldn’t get hurt), paperwork to read up on (that bored me), and councils to hold (that also bored me).

As I stood on the balcony of the tenshu, overlooking the area we ruled together, I found myself sighing. I missed him. I missed him a lot. And I knew he missed me too. These periods when Nobunaga was out left me cold and lonely, especially because most of the other vassals would usually accompany him. The ladies in waiting and the other seamstresses were quite nice, and I loved spending time with them, but it just wasn’t the same as being in the strong arms of my lover, or sneaking off with him for sweets in the middle of the night, or being in an onsen with him, in my most vulnerable state. Nobunaga brought out something in me that no one else ever had been able to before. And that’s why it was all the more painful when he was gone.

I did sign up for this, I told myself. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to stay in the Sengoku. As I changed into my pajamas, I got into the futon I usually shared with Nobunaga. If only there was a way to hold him even though he’s gone…

Wait. That’s it!

I looked across the room over at Bearsace. He wasn’t mine anymore, but I still made him. I could make something similar, and be able to hug him while Nobunaga was gone! It was a genius idea, I thought. As I laid my head back down, I began crafting what kind of stuffed toy I would craft. Something big, or something small? Elaborate or simple? What kind of clothes would it wear? What fabric would I use? How would I stuff it? Did stuffed animals even exist in this time? Oh, it didn’t matter. Once I was awake, all my questions would answer themselves.

---------

The first and most important question was what kind of animal to make. Fortunately for myself, that was clear from the beginning. I swiped some soft black fabric and began working on a pattern for a little black cat with white paws, and a white-tipped tail. I giggled to myself, imagining Nobunaga as a cat. He’d be the kind to knock everything off tables, and swat at a sleeping human to wake up and feed him. He’d be a big cat too, one with lots of fluffy fur, especially on his tail.

Next was the cat’s clothes. I could try Nobunaga’s regular clothing, but since this cat would likely be in bed with me, he should probably be wearing something comfortable. With some different fabric, I made the cat a yukata similar to one my lover would wear in bed. It fit perfectly, and I even made it so I could take the yukata off if I wanted to try more outfits.

The whole project took a few short days, and with the passage of time came the safe return of the Oda forces. As soon as word hit my ears that they were back, I was down from my work room, front and center to greet everyone. The first person to return, obviously being Nobunaga himself.

“You’re back! Welcome home, Nobu!” I exclaimed, practically leaping into his arms. Nobunaga laughed, hugging me tightly and kissing me. He rubbed my back and squeezed me as if we’d been apart for years.

“It’s good to be back, and it’s good to see you,” he replied. Nobunaga slung me over his shoulder and carried me back up to our room, eager to make up for lost time together. As he went to set me down in the futon, something quickly caught his eye.

“Y/N, what is that?” He pointed to the cat plush seated on the pillow.

“Oh, that! Yeah, I made him over the week, see?” I grabbed the plush and showed Nobunaga. “He’s really soft and cuddly, and he kinda looks like someone we know, don’t you think?”

He narrowed his eyes, taking the cat from me. Nobunaga inspected it closer, moving its arms around. “He’s cute. Is he a friend of Bearsace’s?”

“Mmm, no. Not exactly. They’re unrelated. He’s more like a friend of mine.”

“A friend of yours? Are the people here not enough for you?” he teased, gently tugging on the cat’s ears.

I shrugged. “Well… that’s kind of it. You guys are all so great, I always miss you when you’re gone. Especially you, Nobu. I wanted a little friend to remind me of you when you’re away. In my time, people cuddle with these stuffed toys all the time. I thought that if I had something soft and cute to have when you’re gone, I’d feel a bit better about it.”

“Really?” Nobunaga’s face softened. He looked back down at the cat, and then at me. “Do you get that lonely when I’m gone?”

“It’s whatever, I mean… I’ll always miss you when you leave! I can handle it, it’s just the longer trips that are harder.”

“I see.” He put the cat down and hugged me tightly again. “Well you have no need for this cat now. I’m here.” As he rubbed my back and sighed, he added, “I always miss you too, you know. I don’t like being away from my lucky charm.”

I giggled. I had known he meant it, but something about hearing my boyfriend tell me outright that he missed me made my heart pound harder.

“Then I’ll only cuddle the cat when you’re gone. I prefer the real you anyway. You’re much cuter.”

“Cute? No. You’re the cute one. Not me.”

“Okay.” We met each other with a kiss, followed by a few more. It was nice to have Nobunaga back. Everything just felt normal again. Being loved and cherished and kissed and held like I was always meant to felt better than anything in the world. Nobunaga smiled at me, and leaned in to kiss my forehead afterward.

“Does he have a name?”

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. I haven’t named him yet.” I pulled away and looked at the cat. “Wait, I’ve got it! This little guy’s name is… Nobunyaga! Cuz he looks like you, and he’s a cat!”

“What?”

“Nobunapaw also works.”

My lover just shook his head, laughing some more. “Let’s go with the first option. Oda Nobunyaga it is.”

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen nobunaga x reader

[petri808]

Nalu Yakuza Au *cover art by @jmoart214 💜

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 |

*Special holiday chapter*

“Uwah!” 

Lucy’s excited giggle pierced the cold night air as she held out her hands to catch the snow falling around her. It’s not very often that Tokyo receives snow, maybe a couple times in a season and rarely enough to blanket the ground. On the sidewalk around her, other tokyoites scurry past uninterested in a young girl’s childish antics for it is two days before Christmas Eve and there are errands to run. She grinned at Natsu before looking towards the sky and closing her eyes for a moment while the cold little drops of snow flurries touched her skin. He merely chuckled as a warm smile graced his lips. It never failed to amaze Natsu each time the woman did something to make him fall in love all over again. But here she was, her face bathed in the artificial glow of store signs looking like an ethereal angel. 

This was their first winter after graduating from high school when nothing was yet set in stone and the rest of their lives laid before them. Once Natsu turned 20, he already knew that his father wanted him to succeed as the Oyabun, but he wasn’t ready to be a boss of their yakuza group just yet. He’s still young! And as he watched his girlfriend catching snowflakes, it only steeled his desire to focus on love not business… especially because Lucy is opposed to him becoming the boss. He held back a sigh and put on a smile as she grabbed his hand again to continue walking down the avenue. 

“Did you order the meal from KFC?” Lucy queried.

“Of course,” Natsu lifted their conjoined hands, kissing the back of her knuckles. “I even ordered your favorite cake from the patisserie.” 

“Mmm,” she bounced up placing a quick peck on his cheek. “You take such good care of me,” she cooed and snuggled to his side.

‘I’d kill for you,’ Natsu mumbled in his head. “I wanna give you everything kitten. I’ll always protect and take care of you.”

He knew that she knew exactly what those words meant… and it only added to her opposition. It wasn’t that Lucy was against him being the boss, what she’s really annoyed with is the whole boys club aspect of the yakuza. Natsu didn’t blame her for feeling the way she did, hell one of the things that attracted him was her strength. People often assumed Lucy was just another pretty girl who traded on her looks and lacked in intelligence, but they’re dead wrong. Picture it. The woman who was just minutes ago childly catching snowflakes was always in the top 10 percent of exams and was accepted into Tokyo University, one of the toughest universities to get into for business. Beautiful, brilliant, and feisty. He loved her so much… It’s because of that love that he didn’t want her joining the yakuza. 

Time to change the subject.

“Hey, I was thinking we should go to an onsen after visiting the shrine for New Year’s.” Natsu suggested. “We haven’t visited one in a while.”

“That would be nice, a trip before I start college.”

Natsu kissed her temple. “I’ll book a room with a private onsen.” 

The couple spent a sweet and savory Christmas Eve together at Natsu’s apartment, cuddling under the covers for most of the evening. He lived in a one-bedroom flat on the 26th floor of a high-rise apartment building where the nighttime views of Tokyo were beautiful. Outside the picture window, snow flurries fell and swirled through the air, catching on the light coming from the apartment before disappearing into the darkness. A few scattered buildings around the city were lit up for the holiday season making them stand out in the skyline. These really were the best times, when they could forget the world and all the responsibilities of life that lay beyond the front the door. Here in their own little heaven, where they made the rules, it was always sad to leave it. 

The next morning, Lucy went home with plans to hang out with her best friend Levy because Natsu had to deal with some end of year matters for the organization. No matter, it’s just five days until they’ll leave for their trip. He really hated being apart from her for more than a couple days, but he knew he better get used to it. Once Lucy started school, there will be times she needed to focus on projects and exams that may keep them apart for weeks at a time. He too may have problems that pop up that he needed to deal with. As the current first lieutenant it’s his responsibility to take care of matters before they escalated and required the boss to get involved. 

Finally, the 30th arrived. Natsu picked Lucy up from her apartment and they headed out in his car to an onsen located in the Saitama region. It’s about an hour’s drive, but the route is scenic once they leave Tokyo with forested land flanking many sections of the highway. During the autumn, the colors… all the reds, yellow, and orange leaves are pleasing to the eye, now those trees lay barren, and the pines are blanketed with piles of snow. Mountains of white wintergreens gleaming in the mid-afternoon sunlight.         

The ryokan Natsu chose was a mid-sized inn tucked away from the nearby city. Its design featured traditional Japanese style accommodations from tatami floors to pillowy futon mattresses, complimentary yukata robes, and in-room dining services. There are sliding shoji doors that led to a private deck and covered onsen bath that’s open to the outside. It’s a perfect hotel if you’re looking for a cozy, intimate getaway, and that’s exactly what Natsu wanted to spoil his girlfriend with before school stress began. Let Lucy start off the new year relaxed and sated. 

“Of course, I’m being clingy,” Natsu teased as they walked towards the guest room after check in. “It’s been a week.” He wrapped his arms around Lucy’s waist making it difficult for her to walk, but as much as she grumbled through gritted smiles, he won’t let go. The poor attendant carrying their luggage must’ve been so uncomfortable. 

The moment the door closed behind them… “Okay! Okay!” Lucy shrieked and clawed at the arms cinched around her waist. “So embarrassing!”

“Oww! Oww!” Natsu laughed as he finally let go. “Sorry kitten, I’ll leave the affection for behind the scenes.” Lucy rolled her eyes though there’s no malice in her expression, so Natsu still considered it his win. He kissed her cheek. “I’m just happy.” He kissed her cheek again. “Can you blame me?”

Lucy’s cheeks flushed. “No…” 

Yup, definitely his win.

The couple changed into the more comfortable yukata robes and hapi coats before venturing outside. For the three hours before the dinner service would be served, they spent it walking around the hotels zengarden and tea house. It’s a beautifully maintained garden replete with a koi pond that had a wooden bridge that crossed it, several intersecting pathways to follow, benches along the way to rest, and a couple of gazebo structures to enjoy the tranquility of nature. There’s a very light snow fall during the walk, but without much of a breeze the chill factor is tolerable. Natsu couldn’t remember the last time he’s been in a garden like this one. It might have been during a school trip. Had he held hands with Lucy then like he’s doing now? Possibly. Oh well, now there’s this memory to add to the collection.

Because the hotel is smaller it doesn’t have a sit-down restaurant, so meals are delivered to the rooms by request. Guests were also allowed to order specialty menus at the time of reservation, which is the route Natsu chose. He knew Lucy’s favorite dishes and made sure they were included. For dinner he’d chosen a mix of options. A chirashi bowl of sushi rice covered in a variety of fish, scallop, shrimp, and eel sliced thin in sashimi style. Braised pork belly coated with a sticky teriyaki sauce. Red miso soup with wakame seaweed, tofu, and scallion. Shrimp and vegetable tempura, and lastly for dessert, strawberry mochi ice cream drizzled with sugar glaze and kinako powder. The resident sake master included a top line junmai daiginjo sake to go with the meal. Everything was delicious. 

Now that their bellies are full and the sake has mellowed them, it was the best time to relax away the rest of the evening. They took turns taking a quick bath before slipping into the onsen. Natsu went in first. 

“Finally,” he teased from the steaming waters. “I was starting to worry you fell asleep in the bathroom.”

Lucy kneeled next to the edge with the towel wrapped around her body and her hair tied up in a loose bun. “I have a surprise to show you first.”

“Oh?” Natsu shifted his body to rest his elbows on the edge.

She turned around, still on her knees, then let the towel drop down to her waist to reveal her back. “I got it on the 26th so it’s still healing.” Lucy twisted her neck so she could see him. “What do you think?” Then before he started to respond, she let go of the towel and joined him in the water. 

Natsu prompted Lucy to sit with her back to him so he could look at it closer. “It’s a beautiful tattoo, fits you perfectly.” He ran his fingers over the soft, fluid line work that graced her upper back. Top to bottom it covered half of her back, perfectly centered over her spine with the wingspan stretching over her shoulder blades. He couldn’t quite place the style, a touch of whimsy, fantasy, maybe even tribal and the design was part butterfly, fairy, and angelic in its beauty. “Very delicate, perfect for a woman, but why wings?”

Lucy turned back to him. “Because you often call me kitten or angel, so when Levy and I visited the tattoo shop and I saw this design I decided to go with it.” She caressed his cheek and placed a pressured lingering kiss on his lips. “Now I’m forever your angel.”

Natsu pulled her onto his lap so she’s straddling his legs, wrapping his arms around her waist with hands draping over her lower curves. The steaming waters chased away the winter chill, while Lucy’s lithe body is framed by the lightly falling snow behind her and the overhead light created a haloed glow around her blonde hair. Just, breathtaking… and it’s all his. He grinned and returned the kiss in kind letting his forehead rest against hers, “Damn right your mine, and I’ll never let you go.” 

Snap Snap Snap “Boss? Oi Natsu, why the hell are you staring at the kids?”

“Kids?” Natsu’s eyes blinked and slowly readjusted from daydreaming. That’s right, the restaurant they ate dinner at was across from a park decorated with lights for the holiday season. He was waiting outside while Gray settled the bill when he noticed a young woman bathed in lights looking at the sky while two children, presumably hers, were laughing a few feet away as they made snow angels in the snow. Did he just flash back to a decade-old memory? The second he realized where he was, he turned around to address Gray. “I um, was just remembering how we used to make snow angels too as kids. Remember, Gray?”

Gray’s brow raised in suspicion, “not really, but whatever. I paid so let’s go.”

“Right…” Natsu glanced back to the park one last time before falling in step with his lieutenant. He’d almost forgotten that memory, but how could he. “My angel,” he muttered under his breath and gained another weird look from Gray. 

With the shinnenkai end of year celebration party coming up in a couple more weeks, Natsu had been too busy preparing to notice all the Christmas seasonal decorations around the city. Though a western thing, it was becoming more and more accepted as a secular holiday, especially in the bigger cities. But that wasn’t the issue of the moment. He really loved it when Lucy got that tattoo because he thought that it meant she’d accepted a future with him— Oh, how wrong he’d been because that was the year they broke up and ten years later he still wasn’t exactly sure why.  

“You go on in Gray, I’ll be in shortly.” They’d arrived back at the office building, but Natsu wasn’t ready to go in just yet. 

Natsu pulled the collar of his coat tighter to his neck to brace against a small gust of chilly wind. Lately his and Lucy’s current relationship as rivals was starting to wear on him mentally and it was getting harder and harder to control his emotions surrounding her. Guess ten years of pining really will drive a person insane. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the sky to allow the little white flurries to chill his skin. Somehow, some way he’ll win his angel back and finally fulfill the wish he’d made at the shrine all those years ago. ��I said it didn’t I Luce,’ he smiled to himself. ‘I’ll never let you go…’

#nalu #nalu winter wonderland 2022 #nalu fan fiction #fairy tail #nalu fanfiction #we'll take back heaven #ch 8 #special holiday chapter #petri808

[ecargmura]

My New Boss Is Goofy Episode 5 Review - Double Dates

This show gets fruitier every episode. With this week’s episode, our two pairs go on a date. It can’t get any gayer than that, right? Wrong—they have to stay overnight together too! Ooh, so fruity! Gosh, I feel like I’m gonna bleed out rainbows if I keep watching this show, which is something I do want to do.

(I had a hard time choosing the perfect thumbnail picture, but decided to go with this one since Hakutou represents Shirosaki/Momose and Kumatte-chan represents Kinjou/Aoyama)

With Shirosaki and Momose, they go to an onsen trip together. Momose’s rather nervous because his previous overnight trip at his old job was a bad experience that it gives him ulcers by the thought of it. Throughout the trip, he does get excited, but his habit of overthinking causes him to hold his emotions back, which is something Shirosaki notices and tries his best to get him to relax and take it easy. The moments these two have are so adorable.  I quite like the part where Shirosaki finally tells Momose to have fun and that being all excited for the trip is a factor into making a good ad. Man, why can’t all bosses be like Shirosaki? The world will be a much better place if we all had bosses like him. I know that they’re coworkers, but I can’t help but feel as if they’re a couple that went on an onsen trip together; it’s the vibes they give off.

Some of Shirosaki’s goofy moments are actually some goof-ups that I had in the past! The part where Shirosaki noticed someone that looked like someone he knew so he approached him and it turned out to be a total stranger is something I actually experienced but a bit different! When I was in college, I was taking an elevator to class and I noticed a guy who looked exactly like my cousin. I thought he was a total stranger, but I decided to call out to him…and it turned out that he actually was my cousin! The part where Shirosaki was asking Momose about whether he had shampooed happens to me occasionally. After taking a shower, I sit down on my desk chair and some time later, I do think about whether I shampooed or not. I may not be as much of a space cadet like Shirosaki, but I can totally relate to him at times.

With Aoyama and Kinjou, they go to Kumatte-chan Land where the former is practically in heaven; he’s even considering marriage with the mascot! Unfortunately, because the amusement part is in such a secluded place that they have no visitors. Unlike the couple vibe Shirosaki and Momose had, Aoyama and Kinjou’s vibes felt like two people who aren’t dating getting forced to go to an amusement park together and then falling in love; it’s either that or Kinjou being the third wheel to Aoyama and Kumatte-chan in a hilarious way. While Kinjou did look rather dead throughout the day, he did have a rather good time as he was doing his best to be diligent and taking notes on how to make a good ad. He even used his jacket to protect his notebook from getting wet. I can tell he really does take his job seriously. I did feel sad that Kinjou’s previous work experience caused him to have a hard time telling people he’s sick. His previous boss was awful for gaslighting him about his sick moments. I’m glad that Aoyama is as attentive and caring as Shirosaki for him to notice that there was something wrong with his subordinate.

Can I also mention how adorable both Hakutou and Kumatte-chan are? They’re so cute! Hakutou’s especially adorable with his new friendship with the Kumatte-chan doll. At first, he was hissing at it before growing fond of it. Hiro Shimono’s cat noises are SO DARN CUTE! HOW CAN HE MAKE SUCH CUTE CAT NOISES? Kumatte-chan is adorable! It turns out that it has the same personality as Aoyama in that it’s needy and craves attention. The way Shouta Aoi voices him was so adorable. They seriously went all out and got voice actors who can sound so cute to voice the white mascots (Hakutou is the show’s mascot). Also, fun fact, Hakutou is based on the author’s actual cat, who I believe is named Hakutou as well. Here’s a link to the author’s video on social media where she shows off her “real” Hakutou playing with the anime Hakutou.

The post-credit scenes were, ahem, “cute”. I won’t say anymore other than that it could make me bleed out rainbows. Anyways, I’m sure you’re all wondering when these guys will kiss each other. I’m wondering that too. When will it happen? I can’t wait to see what these guys will do next week. What are your thoughts about this episode?

#my new boss is goofy #atarashii joushi wa do tennen #yusei shirosaki #Kentaro momose #Mitsuo aoyama #aigou kinjou #hakutou #kumatte-chan #review #anime #anime review

[piduai]

I'm going on vacation to Japan next March (a bit too early for cherry blossoms tho) and i'm curious if you have recs for any pretty/cool places to visit outside of the regular tourist traps? Preferably stuff that's not too hard to reach from Tokyo. Nw if not 🙏

you might yet catch the blossoms tbh, they keep blooming earlier and earlier each year so if it's late march when you come here there's a chance. otherwise if you go down to kansai you could catch them there, if not plums were definitely already in bloom by like late february near the imperial palace in kyoto. in case you go to kyoto my go-to is fushimi inari, it's definitely on the touristy side but i love that place it's very nice. in tokyo the same could be said about asakusa, street full of overpriced bad quality garbage and tourists but i still love it for some reason, the view is nice, the reds are beautiful. otherwise it really depends on what you like?? if you hate crowds i'd say stray away from shibuya and harajuku, but if you don't mind them and like shopping and alternative fashion go to harajuku it's full of so much stuff. to buy. consoomer heaven. meiji jingu is right next to it and it's a nice place, it's a big forest-park good for a walk and there's. well. a shrine. but you saw one shrine you saw all of them (applies to any metropolitan too). likeee if you like drinking and going out it's shinjuku, if you like clubs it's roppongi, if you like weeb shit it's akihabara or ikebukuro, reaaaaally depends on your personal tastes! there's tons of museums, exhibitions, themed cafes... maybe go to a snake or owl cafe? since cat cafes seem to be a thing in other countries too. regardless though if you can spare the money i'd suggest going to hakone or other onsen spots, ryokan stays are always nice and so are hot springs ♨️. personally i found kamakura boring and uninspiring af so would say to not listen to the guides that keep telling you to go to its filthy beaches. and enoshima is just a patch of land with a bunch of stores on it not recommend 👎 tokyo skytree is a waste of time and money too. however mt fuji is nice, honestly mountains and forests and nature and the ocean are all so gorgeous but the catch is that they're far from the concrete jungles 😔anyway i hope you have a nice trip!!! stand on the left side of the escalator and walk on the left side of the street (in tokyo), do not talk on the phone on the train (ever), do not litter, do not be loud, do not throw your garbage into the trash cans next to vending machines (they're for bottles) (there's no trash cans for your garbage. either find a convenience store that has them or take it to your hotel room). exchange your money at the airport and don't tip anyone. nobody actually gives a fuck about how you eat tbh. have fun!!

#anon

[kitthepurplepotato]

HIHII

How are you?? I'm also dying from your new posts 😭😭 their so good amd legit the only thing helping push through exams. Make sure to drink water and eat!! 😘💕

Aside from that I saw the call for ideas and I had oringally thought of something I would've written but I'd love to see it in izuku story (pls keep it going longer 🙌)

So, reader and jirou haven't had much time together so they go for a little trip together. Far, away from the city (far away from izuku). Maybe beach vibes? Snow? Fun shenanigans . I'd love to watch as Izuku and y/n slowly start to get agitated because they're not physically close (especially izuku 💪)

Anywhoo!! Please don't feel pressured and I'm sorry if I wrote anything you dont agree or like. I love your works so much and I look forward to reading more from you💕💕 (omg this is an essay 💀)

Good luck with your exams, my dear! 💜💜💜💜

And thank you for the kind words, honestly, I got so many lovely comments this week I’m like “is this heaven?” 😂

Funnily enough the next chapter is actually Kyoka-based but in a different setting but this is actually an amazing idea!!! Plus it’s an important thing to show so thank you so much for this! A girly onsen trip to Nagano sounds fun? Maybe? Little spa time? YAAAASSSS I LIKE THIS!

I’ll write this down in my notes, I’m already writing it in my head lol HELP 😂💜