#freakypseudwriter

[historicfailure]

You just want to continue to work without being disturbed. Is that too much to ask for? Apparently, as Kakashi didn't get the memo.

~ X ~

Hey! Sorry for the longer wait for this chapter. Took me a bit as work really fucked me over. But now the fic can go on, and I try to be more punctual with the future updates ^^

~ X ~

Honestly, you didn’t expect too much to change. Even with all the new knowledge revealed, what really would stop Kakashi from continuing his bullying, just a bit more low-key? Especially as he never apologized. But when you arrived the next Monday at work, you couldn’t help but pause as you spotted Kakashi standing in the entrance at the lowest level. He looked just as comfortably lazy as always, black joggers with a dark gray shirt and a wide, loose cardigan reaching nearly to his knees in a soft, marine-blue cotton. He was looking at his phone, mindlessly scrolling, but in his other hand was a drink carrier made out of a carton with two drinks. 

When you stepped inside, Kakashi looked up at the sound of the door opening. In an instant, his body straightened, and he pushed his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. 

You paused for a second, only to readjust the strap of your bag over your shoulder and stepped closer. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” As you brushed past him, Kakashi turned and fell into the same speed as you, effectively making it look like you two arrived at the same time. Honestly, you didn’t want to speak with him first thing in the morning, when an entire day of having to argue with the man still ahead of you. 

At the end of the entrance area, past the desk with the flirtatious secretary, who looked way too sad when Kakashi passed by her without batting an eyelash, you pressed the button to call the elevator. You refused to look at him, even though you were overly aware of his presence and the fact that he was looking at you. Right, maybe not “looking” per se, but he threw glances at you from time to time, which was enough to unnerve you already.

Still, you didn’t react, just stared at the display calling the floor numbers. As soon as the elevator arrived and the doors sprung open, you stepped past the man inside the small cabin. Kakashi followed, at a much more relaxed and lax pace than yours.

Before you could react, he pressed the button to your floor, as well as the “Close Door” button. The doors slid close just a few seconds later, which left you alone with Kakashi. You merely stared at the display of numbers, breathing out a little sigh of relief when the lights sprung from floor to floor, signaling the end of your uncomfortable stay inside a small space with him.

Suddenly, you looked at the two containers of hot beverages, both imprinted with the logo of a nearby coffee house. 

“Coffee?” Kakashi asked, matter-of-factly. 

You considered for a moment. Was this an honest effort on his part, or just another subtle attempt to fuck with you? But no, even against your better judgement, you reached over and accepted the coffee cup with a little nod and a weak “Thank you”. 

The man shrugged. “No problem. I hope I got it right.”

Cautiously, you took a little sip. And nearly groaned in relief. “No. I mean, yes, you got it right. This is perfect.”

“Good to know. So,” he stretched the single syllable into eternity, just right before the second the elevator dinged to indicate the two of you reached your floor, “can I bring you coffee from now on? From time to time?”

You considered again. Honestly, getting coffee at the start of the day was already a great offer. But was it worth it being so close to Kakashi then, taking something from him? Being indebted to the man in some kind of way? Hesitantly, you stepped out of the elevator, acutely aware of Kakashi still on your heels. 

“How much was the coffee? I pay you back.” You were already scrambling for your purse, but Kakashi stepped closer, his hand going up and stopping your every movement. “No need. Take it as another part of my peace offering.”

One of your eyebrows rose ever so slightly. “And the other times in the possible future?”

“That,” Kakashi shrugged, “you have to take up with future-me. You remember our meeting around 1?”

“Yes. I have all the data ready to go.”

“Good. See you then. And…” Kakashi paused for a second, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side. “Enjoy your coffee.”

With that, he brushed past you, leaving you with the cup of coffee, a whiff of his aftershave and lots of uncertainty inside your heart. What was he planning? Carefully, you took another sip from the cup, hummed under your breath, then turned towards your desk with a bit more vigor in your step. It didn’t matter, it was definitely time to get to work, now with an even bigger cloud hanging above your head. 

But before you sat down, you spotted one of the now well-known notes, this time neatly glued to the edge of your keyboard, so you wouldn’t miss it.

A little smile flashed over your face, but you didn’t immediately open the note. Instead, you let it rest there while dropping your bag, tentatively placing the cup of coffee on the table, then peeling yourself out of your jacket. At the same time, you greeted your colleagues around with short nods and small smiles, your eyes still flittering towards the note from time to time. Only when you properly sat at your desk, sure no one was looking or busy with their own work, you reached for the note.

I hope you have a good morning. Whenever I see you come in, it sure as hell is a good morning for me.

Short, precise, sweet. You could feel your face warming due to the words, though. Some would consider it creepy to be watched this closely, but somehow, as nothing else had happened - yet - you couldn’t help but be endeared by the mysterious note-writer. 

Somehow, this felt like an incredibly cheesy romance novel, the ones you kept hidden inside your nightstand and only read when you had time on the weekends. Gently, you folded the note back and placed it inside the drawer where you kept all the notes, for safe-keeping. 

One day, you maybe had the time and energy to actually find out whoever the note-writer was, but now, with the Akatsuki-campaign on your plate, there was not much energy left to care. For now, you could just enjoy the kindness from the enigma of a writer and take it as a little pick-me-up for the day.

~ X ~

The days passed by like this. Exactly like this, to be honest. You would arrive at work, where Kakashi waited in the lobby, always with a coffee at hand. While the two of you rode the elevator, there would be a little chit-chat or a quick talk about work, and when the doors opened, he would casually stroll towards his own desk in his little corner, meanwhile you would walk to your own desk and find a little note there. Always a little compliment, always a little observation which would make you smile, always something positive which could make your day a little bit brighter. You did your work, tried to stay afloat, then shut down your PC at the end of the day and went home. 

The rhythm was so strongly established that, when someone actually dared to interrupt that rhythm, it disrupted your entire day. But not negatively. Quite the opposite.

You were in the middle of scribbling a few notes into your weekly planner, trying to determine what task needed to be taken care of first thing tomorrow and which ones could wait a little bit longer, when a hand came down on your desk and rapped its knuckles on the surface.

Kakashi stood beside your desk. With an unusual white, crisp and clean shirt and a pair of dark jeans, as well as a leather bag slung over his shoulder, he still looked like he was ready to start the work day, not to end it, like you were. For a second, your eyes got caught at the hems of his rolled up sleeves, sitting in the crease of his elbows, before sliding up to his face and eyes. 

“Yes? What’s up?”

“The ceiling”, he immediately answered, making you chuckle weakly. Though, the laughter was short-lived as his attitude switched to a more serious tone. “Listen, we’re coming along fine with the project, but I want to make sure everything is perfect. Akatsuki is one of our most prestigious clients and the follow-up campaign has to be spotless. Would you mind meeting up for lunch tomorrow to go over the details?”

Inwardly, you groaned at the prospect of having to work through your lunch break, but you kind of understood. You also understood that Kakashi wanted to make sure everything was going well, especially with the data you provided as it was a vital key for the work he had already done. So, you nodded weakly, all the while moving out of your chair and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Sure. Any café or restaurant in mind?”

“Your choice. I don’t have any specific likes or dislikes.” Abruptly, Kakashi turned away, but paused. “Just… I don’t like sweet things.”

“So, a specific dislike.”

“...Yes.”

“Right after you tell me that you have no particular dislikes.”

“Sorry. I kind of forgot?”

“That you have dislikes?”

“That I have to actually tell people about my dislikes and not act like everyone can read thoughts.”

That sentence sounded so clearly repetitive and studied, you just had to chuckle. Kakashi even overplayed his part: the slouched shoulders, a little pout, the tired eyes dropping even lower than before. Like he wanted to make himself as small as possible, all the while his entire posture portrayed how little he cared. Really, the image of a petulant schoolboy came to mind when one looked at him, and nothing else would fit him better. 

A week ago, you wouldn’t have laughed like this. No, you would have been frustrated at his careless attitude, annoyed even that he would joke around like this. Now, you were at least 50% sure it was a joke.

“Alright,” you said, “I get it. No sweets factory and no cake-exclusive café. Anything else?”

“No. That was literally it.” 

“Then see you tomorrow.”

Kakashi waved lazily over his shoulder. “Good work today. See you.”

Good work today. Coming from Kakashi, could you take it as a compliment? For a few seconds, you struggled, before your mouth spit out the first thing coming to your mind.

“Good work by you today, too!”

As he was already quite the distance away, your mouth apparently saw it necessary to speak louder than usual. Several heads turned to you, which made your face grow warm, but you tried to not let it affect you. With a small wave, you apologized to the still working members of your firm, who after a few seconds of silent bewilderment went back to their work. And Kakashi? He had turned around as well, a little smile on his face, one hand again up to lazily wave at you, the other still holding onto his bag. 

Good. Even though you humiliated yourself a bit, you managed to be nice to Kakashi. No big deal, moving on, and you should really try to find a nearby restaurant or café which would serve food for the both of you, all the while having big enough tables to potentially spread out some documents and one to two laptops. 

~ X ~

Honestly, you were surprised that such a place like this working café existed. Each table was wide enough for at least four people, more than enough for Kakashi and yourself, plus your working equipment. There were electrical outlets at the surrounding walls, and separated cubicles for some privacy from other people working there. The young woman at the counter who took your order seemed friendly, promising to deliver your ordered items to your table in a few minutes. The atmosphere was quite cozy, friendly and bright, with big windows which let in the sunlight but also the looks of other people. Though, no one on the sidewalk cared much, as Kakashi and you selected a table a bit further in the back. As you slid into the booth, dropping the bag with your laptop, phone and purse onto the table, you caught a glimpse of the man. 

He seemed to pause for a moment, your eyes meeting his for just a split second. His eyebrows rose a bit, but before you could notice more, you let your eyes fall back onto the table and slid completely into the booth. Kakashi followed after another brief pause, just on the side opposite to you. Like this, you could watch his hands carefully unclasping the thin fabric case of his tablet, a keyboard attached to it. He unfolded the tablet, securing it with the dark gray case to make it stand on the table like a normal laptop would, only for his eyes to meet yours again over the upper rim.

“So.”

“So,” you echoed back. While opening your laptop and typing in the password, you glanced at him. “What do you want to know, specifically?”

“Just the general state of you. How you’re doing, adjusting to the increasing workload, such stuff.”

“I’m… I’m alright.” Confused, you paused, hands twitching on the keyboard of your laptop. “Is this some weird check-up on me?”

“Pardon?”

“A weird check-up. Because of… I don’t know, you’re being way nicer to me than before, and you want to see how I’m doing all of a sudden? Is this meeting just a farce to see if I still have a grudge?”

“What? No, it isn’t.”

“Then why are you asking me those strange questions when you invite me to a work lunch?”

“Because that concerns work.” Kakashi looked at you like you suddenly went crazy. “You’re a new hire and Minato asked me to do an evaluation with you. He’s off to acquire a new customer, so he asked if I could jump in.”

“Oh.” Shit. That was bad news. Instantly, you felt your spine straighten out of instinct. Everything to make a better impression on someone who was impossible to impress, as far as you were aware of. But at least it wasn’t impossible to try, right?

One of Kakashi’s eyebrows rose. “Should I be concerned?” 

“About what?”

“The sudden rod you shoved right up your a… your spine.”

“You wanted to say something else there.”

“I did, but then I thought that my original comment could catch a sexual harassment case.” He smiled innocently, eyes curled and lips barely raised. But fuck, even though you were all of a sudden nervous and flustered, mildly annoyed by his words and tone, you could feel a single, lone yet terribly fluttery butterfly rise in your stomach. Fuck him and his good looks. 

“Anyway,” he shook his head slightly, still smiling as he did so, “no need to worry. I told him that even though we cleared the air between us, doing an evaluation on you would still be highly inappropriate. He wants to see you on Friday, 2pm sharp, in his office.”

“Oh my god. You’re… insufferable.” Breathlessly, you slumped again into your seat. “I think I have a heart attack.”

“If you die in your booth, I will say that it was an accident.”

“Of course, you will.”

“Do I hear some slight animosity? Yes, I’m pretty sure.”

“You’re-!”

Steps closed in, only to be quickly followed by a cheery voice, announcing: “Alright guys, I have your freshly brewed coffees, right here.” The cashier placed both cups swiftly on the table, with small spoons jingling slightly against the porcelain. “And I also have your hearty BLT-sandwich,” the plate with the sandwich was put into the middle of the table, only to be gently pushed into your direction, “as well as the egg-salad-sandwich.” 

Kakashi’s order was placed in front of him. One look at the waitress, and you had to hide a little annoyed snort under your breath. If those weren’t the biggest doe eyes you had ever seen, then you didn’t know what else was happening there. 

But Kakashi just smiled one of his usual lazy grins at her, not showing one bit if he noticed the admiration of the waitress or not. His eyes quickly returned to your face, with small creases around them telling you more than enough. 

“Do you even notice the stares,” you whispered when the waitress left, “and the lovey-dovey eyes anymore?”

He shrugged weakly as he reached for his coffee cup. “Sometimes.” 

“And?”

“And what?”

“Do you ever… react to it? In some kind of way?” 

Kakashi laughed weakly. “No matter how flattering that might be, I’m not interested.”

“Mhm.” You wanted to press further, now that he finally opened up a little bit and seemed just honest enough, but you also shouldn’t press your luck here. Besides, why did it matter anyway?  Kakashi was still an asshole — and you weren’t interested in him anyway. 

Your secret notewriter, however… 

Thankfully, it isn’t Kakashi.

With a low sigh, you pulled your sandwich closer. Even though the topic of the conversation wasn’t that appetizing, at least your food looked great. The BLT-sandwich was cut into neat triangles, slivers of the tomato, juicy yet slightly crispy bacon peeking through the green of the lettuce, just held into place by a pair of wooden skewers. Taking one bite, you sighed again, this time in deep satisfaction. Holy, this sandwich was just as delicious as it looked. 

Before you knew it, one half of the sandwich you had wolfed down, and you were ready to devour the other half too, before you realized who was sitting right in front of you. 

“What?” you asked, defiance tainting the words. “It’s good.”

 “I don’t doubt it.” 

“Then why are you looking…”

“Because that was probably the first time you let your guard down around me… for a sandwich.”

“Urgh, shut up.” 

“If you insist…” And really, Kakashi closed his mouth, reached over to his plate with the egg sandwich and inspected it. Then, after a moment of quiet consideration, he took it into his hands and took a single bite. 

To stare like this was a bit indecent. The tiniest bit. So, you turned your attention towards the laptop in front of you, pulling up some graphs and reports you had collected over the last few weeks. “Alright, I looked at the previous campaign you did for Akatsuki, what I think you wanted to achieve and who you were targeting. Also, I took a look at their goals, their customers then and their customers now.”

“Akatsuki turned from fresh newcomers to a big brand in a relatively short time.” Kakashi paused between bites, thinking for himself. “Their style in clothes changed quite a bit over the years since I worked with them.”

“Exactly. They went from creating smart clothing for any body shape to… catering a more well-paying crowd.”

“You don’t like their change.”

“True,” you admitted freely, “their Pain-series for home clothing was brilliant. The sweatpants changed my life.” That you could definitely not afford their newest line of clothing even though it looked visually appealing and comfortable at the same time, you didn’t have to add. 

“Right? Those are my first choice for home office days.” Kakashi chuckled to himself. “Also the paper crane-shirts.”

You sighed weakly. “Oh god, that is so true. Just really nice looking basics with special accommodations, so everyone can fit into them and, of course, pay for them.”

Kakashi nodded. “Designing a campaign for that line was a pleasure. Designing for this campaign though…”

No way. One of your eyebrows rose. Kakashi, admitting to having difficulties? Kakashi, just opening up to anything? Kakashi, actually willing to talk with you? 

He noticed, of course. Another bite, a closed-eyed smile, then he continued. “Their new line is… pretentious. They want a down-to-earth campaign, like I did for their breakthrough. But it was easy material to work with. Those clothes just don’t give me anything back.” He took another bite, chewed, then placed the sandwich on the plate. “I just don’t know how to tell them that they changed too much to be down-to-earth anymore.”

“Maybe I can help a bit there.” Your mouth was definitely faster than your brain, and definitely too fast for your own good. But the words dropped already from your lips like morning dew, and Kakashi’s entire attention focused on them.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Maybe… And that is a big “maybe” here,” you paused, breathed in and out, then continued, “if I can show them where the current market lies and that it would be stupid to insist on their previous image, we could turn it around.”

A hard task. Customer-related tasks were always hard, as some customers could be stupidly stubborn. You had seen it all: the most detailed, beautifully created marketing campaigns, pissed into the wind just because some rich dude believed to know better. But you had also seen the total opposite, people accepting marketing campaigns which ran totally against their imagination, but embracing them until they became a huge success. Everything was possible, and it was your job to make sure that it would become a success.

Kakashi nodded. “Alright. I can try to help as much as you want.”

“That would actually be really great.” And you meant it. As Kakashi managed the first campaign and had first-hand experience with the client, he could provide you with really sensitive intel. If he was really willing to work with you instead of against you, it would make things so much easier. Quickly, your fingers flew over the keyboard of your laptop, jotting down notes, so you could remember what needed to be done in the next few days. “Alright, do you still have contact with Akatsuki? If we have a direct in, they might be more willing to listen to us.”

“I know someone,” Kakashi said, “but we need a strong proposal to make this work. He’s… a bit uptight, but really smart and will be neutral, even work with us if he sees our point.”

“Great. If you can, contact him already. If we want this to work out, we need all the help we can get. Meanwhile, I will start to put together some questionnaires in order to gauge the market.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

As you continued to make plans with Kakashi’s input, you forgot about your previous inhibitions. The man proved you wrong so far, acted like he never held anything against you at all, even threw in helpful advice and comments. But that could just be to save his own skin: the Akatsuki campaign would be one of the biggest in his career, considering that his first campaign for them made them big in the first place. He showed everyone that he could make a brand big, but could he deliver once more? The infamous overhyping of a sequel, so true for movies, books and video games, and even more true for repeat performances. There must be a lot on the line for him, so of course, Kakashi had to make sure everyone was performing to the best of their abilities. Whatever he would deliver to his clients would reflect on himself and on Minato and Kushina, on his own creativity and their leadership skills. 

Measured at his usual work ethic, when it wasn’t compromised with some kind of childish dislike to his co-workers, he wanted to deliver. Kakashi wanted to show that he still had “it”, and was eager to prove himself. If not to his client, then probably to his parents.

And if he leaves me alone, then maybe…

Maybe you could still somehow work with him and prove yourself, too. 

A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you typed away, made plans and notes to yourself. A small sliver of hope, nothing else, but it was more than enough to keep you going — to keep you working with Kakashi as long as he didn’t return to his old ways.

Though, you definitely wouldn’t try to befriend him. Not after the shit he pulled, and not after forgetting to apologize for it.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake x #kakashi hatake x reader insert #kakashi hatake x self insert #hatake kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x reader insert #hatake kakashi x self insert #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi #reader #reader insert #self insert #office au #modern au #also on ao3 #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter #kakashi headc #kakashi scenario #naruto fanfiction #naruto fandom #naruto shippuuden

[lemony-snickers]

@adabanabanana asked for kakashi x reader recs on this post. so here are a few.

unfortunately, i am currently unable to locate the extensive rec list i created at one point, so we will just rapid fire some stuff here.

some tumblr authors i would rec (if i didn't indicate a different ao3 name, then it's the same in both places):

@/historic failure (freakypseudwriter on ao3)

@/chemmerson

@/wind-becomes-lightning (kikuneesama on ao3)

@/pfreadsandwrites

@/kashi-prompts (jukeboxbutton on ao3)

some specific fics on ao3 i would recommend:

feels like lightning by smutmachine6000

found in translation by cinfulwriter32

smile for the camera by jofthehiddenleaf

polaroid by jes3

idiots in bloom by silentexplorer18

not in the cards by goldie98

some ao3 authors i would also rec in general for their x kakashi content:

kakashisninken

lobear28

rookie98

allthingskakashi (especially "knitted heartstrings," it's so cute)

that's all i can think of for now. i hope it helps.

#lemony recommends #kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #fic recs #adabanabanana

[fus-ro-nah]

Yay color! Not my best job, but ehhhhhh.

Hnnnnnnnngh you can't see the highlightssssss

And yes, I know the canon uniform is black and grey, not blue and grey, but black isn't any fun to color or shade.

I might clean up a few other sketches from the fanfic that I have, assuming I can find the time^^

Also, fuck backgrounds. They suck.

#fan art #my art #it was a long way #tenzo #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter #for a fanfic #it's sloppy but i'm sleep deprived #what is sleep #sleep is for the weak #i need sleep #send help

[historicfailuremasterpost]

Obito FanFiction

“Build a Close Connection” - Obito x Reader FanFiction

Working as a phone sex operator isn't the most  glamorous job nor is it a job you proudly announce to others.  Nevertheless, you were happy to work a good job which paid generously  and had lots of benefits. Life was good.

One day, you get a new  caller looking for a good time. However, there's a spark between Tobi  and yourself that you can't ignore, not even for the sake of your  professionality.

Word Count: 56,413

11 Chapters

Chapter 1 - First Call

Chapter 2 - Second Call

Chapter 3 - Third Call

Chapter 4 - Fourth Call

Chapter 5 - Fifth Call

Chapter 6 - Sixth Call

Chapter 7 - Seventh Call

Chapter 8 - Eighth Call

Chapter 9 - Ninth Call

Chapter 10 - Tenth Call

Chapter 11 - Eleventh Call (NSFW)

Also on AO3

~ X ~

“Hanahaki - Reprise” Obito x Reader FanFiction

Hanahaki was such a nasty disease. Not only destroys it one person and one relationship, but many other lives are affected by the disease as well.

Falling in love with Obito was hopeless from the very start. You knew it, yet couldn't help yourself, even though he talked about Rin every chance he got. When the first petals fell out of your mouth, you knew who they were for, and you knew everything would change.

Word Count: 41.626

First Chapter: Fallout

Second Chapter: Recovery

Third Chapter: Getting Better

Fourth Chapter: Advancing

Fifth Chapter: End Stage

Also on AO3

~ X ~

“I Dreamt About Us” Obito x Reader FanFiction

You wake up from a terribly real dream. A battlefield, drowning in blood and broken bones. At first, you have no idea where you even are. Slowly, with the help of your lover, you make way back into reality.

Or do you?

Word Count: 4,501

On Tumblr

On AO3

~ X ~

#obito x reader #obito uchiha x reader #obito scenario #obito uchiha scenario #obito masterlist #naruto fiction #naruto fanfiction #by historicfailure #by freakypseudwriter #also on ao3

[skykashi]

Do any you have any fanfic recs?

I have a very bad memory so there are so many fanfics that I enjoyed reading so much but unfortunately, I can't remember their titles. but here are some of my favorites, all of them are Kakashi centric tho, most of them are team 7 bonding wholesome stories and some of them has a Kakashi ship so I will mention the ship when there's one.

I'm currently following these amazing ongoing fics and I absolutely recommend reading them:-

• Kamui Blues by @butter--peanut (kakaobi)

• The Pack Survives By ihopethelightwillshineupon

• Recalled to life by dogloser which is a sequel to the completed fanfic Bloodstained Hands in a World of White both are absolutely amazing

I also recommend these amazing completed fics:-

• Waking Up (one shot) by checkerbloom

• Uneasy Lies the Head by Hiiraeth (V_eritas)

• Though My Eyes Could See (I Still Was A Blind Man) by ihopethelightwillshineupon

• Persisting Forces by @itsemilyofc (kakayama)

• There is a person at your front door (one shot) by @itsemilyofc (kakayama)

• Kakashi's Day Off (one shot) by BlackMajjicDuchess (kakarin)

• Time Waits for No Man by LaughingWombat

• Time's Child by LaughingWombat (one shot sequel to the previous fic)

• Some Crimes Are Okay If You Mean Well (By Team Kakashi) (one shot) by ihopethelightwillshineupon

• Family (one shot) by FreakyPseudWriter

• The Road Home by Danae3

There are so many more but I couldn't find them because I can't remember their title or their author's names 😭

#naruto #kakashi #naruto shippuden #hatake kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #team 7 naruto #naruto uzumaki #kakashi fanfiction #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #sasuke uchiha #haruno sakura #sakura haruno #captain yamato #yamato tenzo #uchiha obito #obito uchiha #rin nohara #namikaze minato #minato naruto #kushina uzumaki #hokage kakashi #kakashihatake #kakashi hakate #kakashisensei #rokudaime hokage #rokudaime #my asks

[iruka-week]

Iruka Week 2021 Masterpost

Here’s the final list of works posted to Iruka Week 2021. Thank you to everyone who participated, and to those of you who have supported the creators by liking, sharing, and commenting!

✨ Stats ✨

In total, you all created:

Art: 67 Poems: 2 Videos: 2 Drabbles (100): 46 Ficlets (100-1000): 42 Fics (1k+): 39 Total works: 194 Word Count: 196,533

That’s so much amazing, new Iruka-centric content, and we’re absolutely thrilled by your enthusiasm!

Below you’ll find the works split into days, and then further separated by media type. We hope you enjoy browsing all of the fantastic fanworks!

In case viewing everything on Tumblr isn’t your thing, we put together a 61 page Google doc with everything in, which you can view here.

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Day 1: Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Scars

Artwork and Physical Crafts

sweetysamaa Overworked & Sleep Deprived

Iruka-Simp Scars

animetrashmuffin Scars

katedoesart Scars

ultramarinetwix Scars

Iruka-Simp Overworked & Sleep Deprived

anniemaar Scars

dayonnight Overworked & Sleep Deprived

yamivdum Scars

microrockets Scars

radkoko Scars

rocketpunchhh Scars

Fics and Meta

Exam Week by FreakyPseudWriter Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Umino Iruka/Reader General Audiences | 1/1 | 1342 Summary: There are some weeks Iruka absolutely dreaded, as they were stressful, hard for the mind and body, and mostly filled with lots of tears from his students. Exam Week. Not to talk about the sleep deprivation and the many, many tests he had to correct. No miracle he lived off of coffee, but that his state would lead to a happy ending... He would've never guessed.

Sensibile al tocco by RainbowLSparrow Scars | Mizuki/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 636 Summary: " Aveva sempre avuto un rapporto conflittuale con la sua cicatrice. Non ne faceva un problema estetico, quello per lui non era mai stato così importante. In fondo a Konoha non era di certo l'unico ad avere cicatrici, era probabilmente molto più comune di quanto facesse piacere ammettere. Il suo problema era quello che quella cicatrice significavano per lui. "

Sensitive to touch by RainbowLSparrow Scars | Mizuki/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 643 Summary: " He had always had a conflicted relationship with his scar. He didn't make it an aesthetic problem, that had never been so important to him. After all, in Konoha he was certainly not the only one with scars, it was probably much more common than he was pleased to admit. His problem was what that scar meant to him. "

Solo un'altra correzione e poi vado a letto! by RainbowLSparrow Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka/Yamato | Tenzou General Audiences | 1/1 | 679 Summary: ""Ruka... Per favore, vieni a dormire!"" Era già la seconda volta che veniva a chiamarlo, ormai era notte inoltrata e sapeva che Kakashi questa volta non avrebbe accettato un no come risposta. ""Correggo solo un altro compito e poi ti giuro che vengo!"""

Just one more correction and then I'm off to bed! by RainbowLSparrow Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka/Yamato | Tenzou General Audiences | 1/1 | 718 Summary: "Ruka ... Please, come to sleep!" It was already the second time he had come to call him, it was now late at night and he knew that this time Kakashi would not take "no" for an answer. "I'll just correct one more paper and then I swear I'll come!"

Even When Overworked by tmo Scars, Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Mature | 1/1 | 500 Summary: The Mood can hit at any time, even when you're tired and overworked. But who could refuse Iruka, really?

Incense and Bubble Baths by lazy___mastermind Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Umino Iruka/Reader Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 2912 Summary: You were having a rough few weeks and just needed to wind down. Iruka knew this. So, when you got home to turn in for the end of the work week, your boyfriend of two years already had the perfect you-tailored evening planned.

Tracing stories. by JustAnotherFool Scars | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 1422 Summary: Scars are stories embedded on skin. On a too hot night, Kakashi finds himself tracing Iruka's stories.

Hatake to the Rescue... and Dinner? by Jubokko Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 1530 Summary: Years worth of training kept Iruka from faceplanting. Fatigue, however, caused one hand to shoot out and grab hold of something to keep himself from losing balance. Unfortunately, as full awareness returned to him, he realized that the “something” that he’d taken hold of was none other than the collar of Kakashi’s flak jacket. The stupid jounin was blushing again. “What—the hell are—you doing?” Iruka wheezed. "You ask me on a date, then try to run away before you can hear my answer? How rude!” Kakashi seemed to squirm under Iruka’s scrutinizing glare. “Well, I—uh—” [Or—Iruka has a long day and waltzes out of a restaurant without his dinner and flak jacket. Kakashi seizes the opportunity to ask an important question... and completely loses his cool]

wounds heal, but scars remain by MagnusTesla Scars | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Sometimes at night, the pain is too much.

got me sleep deprived by jessicamiriamdrew Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 270 Summary: “You work too hard,” Kakashi says, and settles down next to Iruka on the kotatsu. “It’s the weekend; you should come to bed early.”

the perfect cure by stupidbadgers Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 211 Summary: iruka is overworked and sleep-deprived, but the perfect cure for that is being wrapped in his lover's arms

I'mperfect by JKirin Scars | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Do our scars make us imperfect?

Early Morning Reminiscing by irukapng Scars | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 952 Summary: Some scars are easier to heal than others.

In Need of Rest by vulcanhighblood Scars, Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 3989 Summary: Iruka is spending too much time taking care of other people and not enough time caring for himself. Kakashi decides to do something about it.

Introspection by kaoruhana Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Hatake Kakashi/ Maito Gai (Implied) General Audiences | 1/1 | 3362 Summary: Iruka muses on the fact that the kids he once knew as pre-genin at the academy are all grown up, getting married, and starting their own families. He tells himself that he’ll find someone to settle down with too. Except, that’s easier said than done with his already packed schedule which becomes even busier when the Rokudaime gives him one more task to do. But Iruka doesn’t care. Not when it’s all for the kids anyway.

Role reversal by R_4_L Overworked & Sleep Deprived General Audiences | 1/1 | 1143 Summary: Iruka finds himself hospitalized and Kakashi is by his friends side. This time Kakashi is giving the lecture, he just needs to make sure Iruka hears it.

scars by roymustaangs Scars General Audiences | 1/1 | 213 Summary: He had them all over his body; on his chest, his legs, his nose. He was a ninja. This was bound to happen.

internal inferno by NianaiBell Scars General Audiences | 1/1 | 494 Summary: not all scars are visible

you drew stars around my scars by MelanatedRavenclaw Scars | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Mature | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka didn't know where he would be if he hadn't met Kakashi. He had been in a dark place, but Kakashi had patiently shown him there was still good in the world.

Come to Bed by llsilvertail Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka needs sleep.

It Never Goes Away by llsilvertail Scars Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Even after it's over, it's not gone.

Will Release Ever Come? by mandapandabug Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Explicit | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka comes home from work to find a randy lover who wants to worship his body all night long. It sounds romantic, but how much can one man take!?

easy on my mind, this time by NianaiBell Overworked & Sleep Deprived | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 1726 Summary: Self-care keeps Iruka prepared to deal with the multitude of roles he takes on in his village. Sometimes he just needs a push in the right direction.

Day 2: Bonds | Folklore & Mythology

Artwork and Physical Crafts

sweetysamaa Folklore & Mythology

anniemaar Folklore & Mythology

microrockets Bonds

rocketpunch Bonds | NSFW

cosrune Folklore & Mythology

yamivdum Folklore & Mythology

dayonnight Folklore & Mythology

happymonger Folklore & Mythology

helenasugar Folklore & Mythology

animetrashmuffin Folklore & Mythology

radkoko Folklore & Mythology

Iruka-Simp Bonds

Iruka-Simp Folklore & Mythology | CW: Blood

Fics and Meta

Best Man Duty FreakyPseudWriter Bonds | Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto, Umino Iruka/Reader, Umino Iruka/Original Character(s), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 1127 Summary: In the moments before his wedding, Iruka has a heart-to-heart-talk with Naruto.

Il calore di un abbraccio by RainbowLSparrow Bonds | Umino Iruka & his students, Sarutobi Hiruzen & Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 665 Summary: " Per Iruka il sentire caldo o freddo, non era solo una questione di temperatura, Iruka ricavava calore dalla vicinanza con gli altri, dalla felicità che gli procurava il condividere del tempo con gli altri. "

The warmth of a hug by RainbowLSparrow Bonds | Sarutobi Hiruzen & Umino Iruka, Umino Iruka & his students General Audiences | 1/1 | 687 Summary: " For Iruka, feeling hot or cold was not just a matter of temperature, Iruka drew warmth from being close to others, from the happiness that sharing time with others gave him. "

Queen of the Nile by tmo Bonds | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Explicit | 1/1 | 500 Summary: They were women legendary in their own rights. Most thought of them as rivals, others as friends, but their bond remained a mystery to all but them.

Oji-san by kaoruhana Bonds General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Boruto calls Iruka Ojii-san for the first time.

the ties that bind us by MagnusTesla Bonds | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: A slight tug at the bond that wraps itself around Iruka's soul is all it takes to know his mate is safe and sound.

bonds by roymustaangs Bonds | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 1379 Summary: Destiny could work in interesting ways sometimes.

Dolphin of the sea by RainbowLSparrow Folklore & Mythology General Audiences | 1/1 | 496 Summary: " He loved his position as a spirit of the Naka River. He had once been a dolphin, he was part of the great Ryujin's court. "

Delfino del mare by RainbowLSparrow Folklore & Mythology General Audiences | 1/1 | 485 Summary: " Amava la sua posizione di spirito del fiume Naka. Un tempo era stato un delfino, faceva parte della corte del grande Ryujin. "

Friends to Family by JKirin Bonds | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: They are more than friends – they are family.

Time by Jubokko Bonds | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 614 Summary: Closing his eyes, Iruka dug into the pocket of his bathrobe and withdrew a small, velvet box. He didn’t need to see the inside in order to know the familiar pattern inscribed on the ring. It had been burned into his flesh for decades, just as it had been on Kakashi’s, binding them together—two unwitting souls divided by pain and conflict for so long. Too long. Iruka breathed, fingers tightening around the box. Today could have—would have—been the happiest day of his life. When the tears began to fall, silently tracing down his cheeks, he did nothing to fight them."

you are the one i was meant to find by MelanatedRavenclaw Bonds | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Soulmate AU where one feels intense pain when they are near their soulmate for the first time.

אמת by jessicamiriamdrew Folklore & Mythology | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: The letters are scarred into Iruka's forehead, hidden under jutsu.

bonds that hold you by stupidbadgers Bonds | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: a quiet moment of happiness

sea shanty for shinobi by NianaiBell Folklore & Mythology General Audiences | 1/1 | 2570 Summary: Kakashi didn't think this mission would involve vengeful sea spirits today. Thankfully, there's Iruka.

The Transformative Power of Love by mandapandabug Folklore & Mythology | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: There's a fable of an aquatic mammal that becomes a beautiful human. So what if Kakashi embellishes this tale to fit his own love life better?

A Pocket Full of Pixies by llsilvertail Folklore & Mythology | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Pixies are capricious creatures. One quickly learns to not piss them off.

The Tying of New Bonds by llsilvertail Bonds | Mizuki & Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Old knots are untangled and new bonds are forged.

wreck me like you mean it by kageillusionz, mytsukkishine Bonds | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Explicit | 1/1 | 5331 Summary: Iruka gets wrecked by the Hokage.🥺

Day 3: Edo Tensei | Fake Dating

Artwork and Physical Crafts

animetrashmuffin Edo Tensei | CW: Blood

dayonnight Fake Dating

sweetysamaa Edo Tensei

nki-stories Edo Tensei

radkoko Fake Dating

animetrashmuffin Fake Dating

Iruka-Simp Edo Tensei

Iruka-Simp Fake Dating

microrockets Edo Tensei

Fics and Meta

Hold Back the River by mandapandabug Fake Dating | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto Teen And Up Audiences | 8/8 | 41390 Summary: Naruto has been annoying his two favorite sensei about their (non-existent) love lives ever since he found love with Hinata. They decide to indulge Naruto and pretend to date because Iruka wasn't ready to date anyone for real. Turns out, Kakashi's enemies were just waiting for the opportunity to get revenge. Too bad they weren't really dating... or really in love... were they? It takes a long time to get there, but Iruka finally sorts out his feelings and maybe he's ready for something real. Luckily Kakashi is patient and a smitten-kitten.

Fake it 'til you... by FreakyPseudWriter Fake Dating | Umino Iruka/Reader, Umino Iruka/Original Female Character(s), Umino Iruka/Original Character(s) General Audiences | 1/1 | 5964 Summary: Flying doesn't bother you. Most of the time, you tend to your job, writing emails, planning appointments for your boss, or simply sleep the flight away. Though, on this flight, your seat neighbor is obviously scared to death by the prospect of leaving the ground, to the point you have to intervene. Everything to save your most comfortable flats from halfway digested food.

love's a curse by MagnusTesla Edo Tensei | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka's not mad, no. They're all wrong. Can't they see that his love knows no bounds?

Just Go With It by tmo Fake Dating | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/2 | 500 Summary: Their best-friend vacation accidentally turned into a boyfriend vacation

Goodbye by NKI_Stories Edo Tensei | Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Tears ran down his face as he refused to let go.

kiss me like you mean it by roymustaangs Fake Dating | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: For Iruka Week 2021, prompt three: fake dating!

Make No Promises You're Unprepared To Keep by vulcanhighblood Fake Dating General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: He'd always known it would end. He just didn't expect it to hurt this much.

on one condition by stupidbadgers Fake Dating | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 241 Summary: iruka is tired of his friends butting into his dating life, so he does something about it

Doing The Research Early by mandapandabug Edo Tensei General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Kabuto heard Iruka was an expert in seals. While he was in town, he may as well try to pick his brain for information on... future ventures.

Il padre che non sono potuto essere by RainbowLSparrow Edo Tensei | Namikaze Minato & Umino Iruka, Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 662 Summary: "Grazie per essere stato per Naruto il padre che non sono potuto essere!"

The father I couldn't be by RainbowLSparrow Edo Tensei | Namikaze Minato & Umino Iruka, Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 676 Summary: "Thank you for being to Naruto the father I couldn't be!"

Why aren't you? by JKirin Fake Dating | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka asked an upperclassman for help but is now regretting his decision, or is he?

seeing home once again by mytsukkishine Edo Tensei | Umino Iruka & Umino Kohari Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 479 Summary: Iruka meets someone dear to him during the war.

forever, maybe by MelanatedRavenclaw Fake Dating | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka expected bringing a date to this wedding would get his friends off his back. What he did not expect was to fall for his date.

half empty/half full by NianaiBell Fake Dating | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 996 Summary: Kakashi has a plan. Iruka has a headache. Naruto can't dance.

contracts by jessicamiriamdrew Edo Tensei | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: “What’s a little Edo Tensei among friends?”

They were fine with it by RainbowLSparrow Fake Dating General Audiences | 1/1 | 861 Summary: " Iruka had been to many parties in his life, but it had never happened to him to find himself in a situation like this, of course, there is a first time for everything, but he really hoped to be able to spare this one. "

A loro andava bene così by RainbowLSparrow Fake Dating General Audiences | 1/1 | 806 Summary: " Iruka era stato a molte feste nella sua vita, ma mai gli era successo di ritrovarsi in una situazione di questo tipo, certo c'è una prima volta per tutto, ma sperava proprio di potersela risparmiare questa. "

I Love You Both by llsilvertail Edo Tensei | Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi & Umino Iruka, Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: The hardest part is the final stand.

Everyone Will Know By Lunchtime by llsilvertail Fake Dating | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka doesn't get paid enough for this.

Dead Drops and Sake by Jubokko Fake Dating Mature | 1/? | 1922 Summary: Iruka and Kakashi are sent on a mission to retrieve information from a spy stationed in the Hidden Sound. Much to Iruka’s dismay, said mission has rather… unfortunate requirements.

Day 4: Fūinjutsu | Any AU

Artwork and Physical Crafts

microrockets Any AU

radkoko Any AU

katedoesart Any AU

animetrashmuffin Fūinjutsu

Iruka-Simp Fūinjutsu

Iruka-Simp Any AU

microrockets     Any AU

rocketpunch Any AU

dayonnight Any AU

Fics and Meta

Project Work by FreakyPseudWriter Any AU | Umino Iruka/Reader General Audiences | 1/1 | 1846 Summary: Working on a project for a course you're barely interested in is already bad enough, but knowing you have to work on a project with the absolute gorgeous, kind, gentle Iruka... Needless to say, you can't really concentrate on the matter at hand.

To Be Trapped With You Forever by mandapandabug Fūinjutsu | Shiranui Genma/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka and Genma have been training together for months now. Somehow today is different. Today Genma didn't feel bad being trapped by Iruka's fuinjutsu at all. In fact he felt elated.

Sur un nuage by sweetysamaa Any AU | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 284 Summary: Iruka souffre. son chirurgien est en retard.

On a cloud by sweetysamaa Any AU | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 268 Summary: Iruka is in pain. His surgeon is late.

lurking beneath my skin by MagnusTesla Fūinjutsu | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Doesn't Kakashi realise that this is one beast he cannot tame?

home run by roymustaangs Any AU | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: For Iruka Week 2021 prompt 4: any au! I chose a baseball au because I love baseball and I think it'd be interesting to see them playing baseball!

Yamato-san by kaoruhana Any AU | Umino Iruka/Yamato | Tenzou, implied General Audiences | 1/1 | 1100 Summary: One of Iruka's kindergarten students is the mayor's son. This student has a stalker. So Yamato-san, is assigned to become Iruka's undercover TA to catch him. Told in Eleven Drabbles of 100 words each.

like any good shinobi by stupidbadgers Fūinjutsu | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 250 Summary: a nice soak is all iruka wants

JŌ'real Photoshoot by JKirin Any AU General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Behind the scenes of the photoshoot for JŌ'real Shinobi Hair Care ad as featured in Jō-gue!

who can stop me if i decide that you're my destiny? by MelanatedRavenclaw Any AU | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: The day has come and Iruka has to choose from the array of eligible suitors to rule beside him. It wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't already in love with someone else.

Restart by RainbowLSparrow Any AU | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, Hatake Kakashi & Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 312 Summary: " He had done it for love, Iruka. He wouldn't do it for any other reason than that. He would have never leave home, with his boyfriend and his little brother. "

Ricominciare by RainbowLSparrow Any AU | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, Hatake Kakashi & Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 310 Summary: " Lo aveva fatto per amore, Iruka. Non lo avrebbe fatto per altri motivi se non quello. Non sarebbe mai andato via di casa, col suo ragazzo e il suo fratellino altrimenti. "

the fine art of ink spots by NianaiBell Any AU General Audiences | 1/1 | 2496 Summary: Iruka runs a perfectly respectable tattoo parlor. His clients didn't seem to get that message.

Lace and Paperwork by Jubokko Fūinjutsu | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Mature | 1/1 | 3068 Summary: Iruka's fingers brushed against the Hokage robe, skin, and then a very… silky something. He froze on the spot and gently set down the pen he’d been holding. “Kakashi... are you wearing anything?” A grin split Kakashi’s face, clearly visible from beneath the mask. “Maa—course I am, Sensei.” “Lace doesn’t count.” Kakashi raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” “Kakashi.” “The robe counts.” “Kakashi!” Iruka spluttered, feeling heat rise in his face. “Good god—we’re in my office!” [Iruka has to do some last-minute paperwork over vacation. Unwilling to let their evening be completely ruined, Kakashi brings his surprise to the Academy office]

Is This the End? by llsilvertail Fūinjutsu | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: We give up many things for our countries, our lives are one of them.

Disengage, Parry Riposte by llsilvertail Any AU | Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka teaches and Naruto learns.

Stuck In The Middle With You by tmo Any AU Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 500 Summary: As an apprentice blacksmith, Kakashi hadn't ever expected to find himself deserted on an island with a filthy pirate.

Day 5: Missing Nin | Pranks

Artwork and Physical Crafts

Iruka-Simp Pranks | AMV

animetrashmuffin Pranks

Iruka-Simp Missing Nin

nki-stories Missing Nin

microrockets Pranks

radkoko Missing Nin

happymonger Missing Nin

dayonnight Missing Nin

Fics and Meta

Don’t come near! by jinxkirin Missing Nin General Audiences | Poem

Tough But Fair by SpellCasterLight Pranks General Audiences | 1/1 | 1078 Summary: "I am Naruto's teacher, and while he is on The Academy grounds, all my pupils are entrusted to me by the village to look after them and well," Iruka shamelessly took the empty parental seat beside Naruto then. "We are on The Academy grounds so I am technically his guardian."

Everybody Loves a Good Prank by FreakyPseudWriter Pranks | Umino Iruka/Reader, Umino Iruka/Original Female Character(s), Umino Iruka/Original Character(s) General Audiences | 1/1 | 1305 Summary: Iruka has no idea why someone is playing pranks on him. Though, he can't help but to feel intrigued, as the pranks are pretty elaborate and seem to have his delight in mind...

Iruka, a nukenin ? by sweetysamaa Missing Nin | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 1586 Summary: Irukas has suddenly dissapear. Why ? For sure Kakashi had something to do with it.

Iruka, un nukenin ? by sweetysamaa Missing Nin | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 1603 Summary: Iruka a disparue. Pour sur que Kakashi a quelque chose à avoir avec ça.

always looking over my shoulder by MagnusTesla Missing Nin | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka and Kakashi tried to make things work in Konoha, to love their village in spite of all her flaws.

#couplepranks by tmo Pranks | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 500 Summary: Iruka is the best boyfriend, according to his TikTok

All That Glitters Is Sometimes Gold by mandapandabug Pranks | Maito Gai | Might Guy/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Gai is just trying to see Iruka when he gets caught in a trap made for someone else. He's hoping to make the best of it and Iruka is happy to comply!

twinkle twinkle big star by roymustaangs Pranks | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: It was a harmless prank, really.

Kidnapped, missing, or...? by hkandi Missing Nin | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruko, Hatake Kakashi & Uzumaki Naruko General Audiences | 1/1 | 2456 Summary: Naruto swears that Iruka has become a missing nin, and drags Kakashi into looking for him. Kakashi has some other plans in mind, and it looks like now they include helping Naruto learn how to actually gather intelligence and information...

i laugh like me again by stupidbadgers Pranks | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 247 Summary: iruka rarely had time to plan out a good prank, but when he did, no one was safe. not even kakashi.

erased by jessicamiriamdrew Missing Nin | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka won’t be used by Konoha again.

Trying not to see the sea while standing on a raft by RainbowLSparrow Missing Nin | Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 472 Summary: " For years Iruka had kept his eyes closed. He had been faithful to Konoha with all of himself, he had only seen its greatness and never its mistakes. He couldn't understand how he could have done it, it's like trying not to see the sea while standing on a raft. Impossible! "

Cercare di non vedere il mare stando su una zattera by RainbowLSparrow Missing Nin | Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 459 Summary: " Per anni Iruka aveva tenuto gli occhi chiusi. Era stato fedele a Konoha con tutto se stesso, aveva visto solo la sua grandezza e mai i suoi errori. Non si capacitava di come avesse potuto farlo. è come cercare di non vedere il mare stando su una zattera. Impossibile! "

and the world will wait while you're here by NianaiBell Pranks | Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 584 Summary: Iruka hasn't stopped being a trickster. His pranks just look a little different now.

Pranks by RainbowLSparrow Pranks General Audiences | 1/? | 350 Summary: " How many jokes they had played on him over the years... They were very creative in that, they were up to all sort of things. "

Scherzi by RainbowLSparrow Pranks General Audiences | 1/? | 323 Summary: " Quanti scherzi che gli avevano fatto lungo il corso degli anni... Erano molto creativi in quello, ne combinavano di tutti i colori. "

Day 6: Family | Jutsu Gone Wrong

Artwork and Physical Crafts

Iruka-Simp Family

sweetysamaa Family

animetrashmuffin Family

katedoesart Family

microrockets Jutsu Gone Wrong

radkoko Family

animetrashmuffin Jutsu Gone Wrong

dayonnight  Jutsu Gone Wrong

Fics and Meta

What Makes Iruka So Special? by mandapandabug Family | Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 2421 Summary: It is their weekly Ramen dinner and Naruto has had something on his mind for a while: how come Iruka had such a similar story to many of the "villains" of his story, and yet he was so good? Iruka had faced the death of his parents, his only family, and been alone most of his life, but he didn't turn to evil means. Even when it was revealed that his "best friend" had betrayed him and used him his whole life, Iruka was still open and kind. What set him apart? Naruto wanted to get to the bottom of it, but he isn't so great with words and expressing himself. Iruka on the other hand is just grateful to still get to be in Naruto's life at all, even though he's an annoying little brat still, Hokage title or no.

Good Jutsu Gone Wild by mandapandabug Jutsu Gone Wrong General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Had it been a good idea to work with Naruto on a new combo move? No. No it had not. Since when had the boy gotten so strong?!? Now their Swirling-Burning-Inferno-no-Jutsu (trade mark: Naruto) is on a crash course for their village and they are helpless to stop it. Luckily a certain lazy pervert was in the area.

The Photographs Under the Hutch by kaoruhana Family General Audiences | 1/1 | 6560 Summary: It strikes Iruka then that in depriving Naruto of the knowledge of his parents' identities, the village did Naruto a grave injustice. And did the Yondaime and Kushina-san a great disservice. Iruka has never thought twice about what it must be like for Naruto who doesn’t know anything about the identity of his parents save for the last name he carries. But now, in his apartment, when Naruto shyly asks if there is something he can do to honor them, the way Iruka does his, it really hits him that Naruto is a lonely child who has been... left behind by the village. No, not left behind, but...neglected by them. Iruka can never imagine going a day without lighting the incense in front of his parents’ photo and bowing to their photo in the morning. He can’t imagine how Naruto must feel to be deprived of such a thing. “I think you don’t have to worry about your parents Naruto.” He whispers. “But, if you want, we can see if we can make a little memorial for them so that you can honor them too.” And as he says it, Iruka realizes that he means it. He will somehow find a way to give Naruto this small thing when so much has been taken from him.

i only have eyes for you by stupidbadgers Jutsu Gone Wrong | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 247 Summary: there are many reasons to be wary of small children

Failure and Success by FreakyPseudWriter Jutsu Gone Wrong | Umino Iruka/Reader, Umino Iruka/Original Character(s), Umino Iruka/Original Female Character(s) General Audiences | 1/1 | 2063 Summary: Iruka had never been this embarrassed. Hell, usually he would've been able to do this jutsu in his sleep! But no, today he had to fail and of course, today you were on shift in the hospital...

Family is a two-way street. by JKirin Family | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: Iruka is supposed to be the one supporting Kakashi, not the other way around. Right?

family means no one gets left behind or forgotten by roymustaangs Family | Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: They'd both wanted this for a long time and it was finally time to make it official.

I Will Be Here, Don't You Cry by MelanatedRavenclaw Family | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 903 Summary: Naruto has a bad day at school and Iruka and Kakashi try to figure out what to do next.

unintentional catboy by MagnusTesla Jutsu Gone Wrong | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: In Konoha, Iruka is known as a master at seals, but even a master sometimes makes major fuck-ups.

A Place To Rest by vulcanhighblood Family | Uchiha Itachi & Umino Iruka, Uchiha Shisui & Umino Iruka, Uchiha Itachi & Uchiha Shisui & Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 10052 Summary: Umino Iruka finally gets out of the hospital after his first C-rank mission ended... badly. Unfortunately, the healing wound in his abdomen turns out to be the least of his worries when he finds out he's no longer welcome at the orphanage. Fortunately, he has a Genin teammate who knows just the place for him to rest and recuperate.

Konoha's Sublime Green Tree of Prey by JKirin Jutsu Gone Wrong General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: How do I even write a summary for this? 🤣 🤣 🤣 Read the title – make a guess LOL

Iruka: The Free Diving Mouse by kaoruhana Jutsu Gone Wrong General Audiences | 1/1 | 3109 Summary: Iruka’s eye ticked. At this current moment in time, he very much wanted to yell at Kakashi, scold him even. And he really wanted to drag Kakashi in by the ear to one of his lectures, particularly the upcoming one he is supposed to give on the use of proper hand seals tomorrow, and remind him why one should always be careful of what hand seals are used when trying new jutsus. Which is what he will classify this as. Because the jutsu to substitute someone with a log should not turn someone into a mouse.

Wearing Your Scars by mandapandabug Scars, Kekki Genkai | Hatake Kakashi & Umino Iruka Teen And Up Audiences | 9/9 | 23850 Summary: Iruka had a secret. His parents always told him he was lucky; he could grow out his hair and hide the rough scar. He was of Konoha and shouldn’t have to bear any burden of their sins. What were their sins? He wished he had asked, but he was a rambunctious 10-year-old and was happy to just run freely about the village. He made some friends, but his parents were loners. They didn’t like Iruka to be out late or with people he had not introduced to them specifically. Now he understands their trepidation. Now he wishes he had more information. Now it is too late.

Sunshine by tmo Family | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Mature | 1/1 | 500 Summary: He was supposed to be their sunshine through the clouds after trying to get pregnant for over a year.

Iruka-sensei's Post Academy Lesson Plan by NianaiBell Jutsu Gone Wrong | A slight moment of KakaIru at the end, Team Seven - Relationship General Audiences | 1/1 | 2856 Summary: Even if they aren't technically his students anymore...Iruka's willing to help them out. Just this once.

Snuggling with an Uncle-Grandpa (or Two) by kaoruhana Family | Umino Iruka & Yamato | Tenzou General Audiences | 1/1 | 1434 Summary: Iruka smiled as he realized that their bed would be invaded soon. He loved Metal and Sarada both, but there was a special place in his heart for the little girl. Yamato teased him and said it was likely because she was a cuddler. A small part of Iruka agreed. There was something special about being one of the few that Sarada always sought out to cuddle with. Knowing that she, as a tiny child who needed protection, sought out him when it was naptime or she was sleepy, made love swell in Iruka’s heart. Sarada wasn’t yet a Shinobi, she didn’t understand how important it was to be able to trust someone to relax in their presence and sleep when they were around. But when she’d first toddled up to him two years ago, arms outstretched, and had fallen asleep on his shoulder, Iruka knew it was special. And that Sarada was precious. And that he would do everything in his power to show her that. And if that included cuddling up with her and having her small body wriggling its way under the covers of the futon he shared with Yamato, snuggling up against his side, he would welcome it.

And in return I ask for nothing, just a smile by RainbowLSparrow Jutsu Gone Wrong Teen And Up Audiences | 1/2 | 6825 Summary: "It took them a long time that evening to put Iruka to sleep. He refused to listen to anything they tried to say to him, he collapsed in a corner of the room and ignored them. They tried to feed him, but he refused the food. They had to. wait until he was too tired to resist to be able to take him to bed. Kakashi and Naruto had stayed close to him, had tried to console him, but apparently, the wound for that Iruka was still too fresh to think of anything but everything he had lived through. In the end he cried himself to sleep."

E in cambio non chiedo niente, soltanto un sorriso by RainbowLSparrow Jutsu Gone Wrong Teen And Up Audiences | 1/2 | 6595 Summary: "Ci misero molto tempo quella sera a mettere Iruka a dormire. Si rifiutava di ascoltare qualsiasi cosa provassero a dirgli, si era accasciato in un angolino della stanza e li aveva ignorati. Avevano provato a farlo mangiare, ma aveva rifiutato il cibo. Avevano dovuto aspettare che fosse troppo stanco per opporsi per poterlo portare a letto. Kakashi e Naruto erano rimasti vicini a lui, avevano provato a consolarlo, ma a quanto pare, la ferita per quell'Iruka era ancora troppo fresca per poter pensare ad altro se non a tutto quello che aveva vissuto. Alla fine aveva pianto fino a quando non era crollato."

Day 7: Kekkei Genkai | Free Prompt

Artwork and Physical Crafts

bargeld Free Prompt | AMV

animetrashmuffin Free Prompt

katedoesart Free Prompt

blepsoo Free Prompt

Iruka-Simp Free Prompt

radkoko Free Prompt

microrockets Free Prompt

dayonnight   Kekkei Genkai

Fics and Meta

Golden Rays by JKirin Free Prompt | Poem

Making Lemonade From Lemons by mandapandabug Free Prompt | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: When Iruka pranked Kakashi with a very public proposal on their mission, he didn't expect the man to agree! Even more, he didn't expect him to immediately drag him to the court house. If it weren't for the mission and the citizens present, Iruka wasn't sure what he would have done. But maybe it isn't so bad after all.

The Simple Things in Life by FreakyPseudWriter Free Prompt | Umino Iruka/Reader, Umino Iruka/Original Character(s), Umino Iruka/Original Female Character(s) General Audiences | 1/1 | 657 Summary: It's the first day of vacation for Iruka, and he couldn't spend it in a better way.

Iruka's boyfriend by sweetysamaa Free Prompt | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Mature | 1/1 | 1021 Summary: Iruka has a boyfriend. He feels terribly lonely though. Why ?

A Rose A Day Keeps The ANBU Away by coolgirl3890, mandapandabug Kekkei Genkai | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, Original Female Character/Original Female Character Teen And Up Audiences | 1/1 | 3345 Summary: Tiger is tired. The headmaster was mad at the Hokage for some stupid reason or another (what else is new) and the Hokage was taking it as well as usual. He decides to make his elite fighting force operative deliver apology flowers. Is this really the best use of resources? Luckily for Kakashi, the number one rule of ANBU is don’t disobey your Hokage.

nothing is ever lost by stupidbadgers Free Prompt | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 245 Summary: as the sun crested the sky though, life seemed to come back to the two men

secret sharingan by MagnusTesla Kekkei Genkai | Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, Uchiha Sasuke & Umino Iruka General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: In the wake of his grief, Sasuke discovers he isn't as alone as he'd believed.

The Turn of the Screw by tmo Free Prompt Explicit | 1/1 | 500 Summary: The children had been doing strange things but that was excused by the grief of losing their parents. That was why Iruka had been hired, after all. To take care of them. And take care of them he would.

Beneath the Scar by R_4_L Kekkei Genkai Not Rated | 1/1 | 2848 Summary: Iruka gets injured by Mizuki while trying to save Naruto and while he’s healing his new scar catches the eye of Kakashi for a completely different reason. Scar itch while they heal right? But what if there was something underneath the scar something new? Iruka may have a rare family kekkei genkai and Kakashi is the first one to find out and help him through it.

Blooming Sunset by JKirin Kekkei Genkai | Umino Iruka/Yamato | Tenzou General Audiences | 1/1 | 100 Summary: When hair gets in the way there is only one thing to do... A YamaIru soft moment ❤️

and I know it's going to be a lovely day by NianaiBell Free Prompt | Umino Iruka & Uzumaki Naruto, Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto General Audiences | 1/1 | 1500 Summary: In a life post-war, there is good news to share

#irukaweek2021 #iruka week 2021 #iruka umino #umino iruka #masterpost #fanweek #character week

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Work Under Water

6. Chapter: Washed onto the Next Best Shore

Kisame finally explains why he continues to flirt - and shows it, too.

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Hey there, sorry for the long wait. I had lots of stuff going on in my life, and I don't know, possibly had writer's block without even realizing it. Now though, I feel like I can do something about these left and abandoned stories again. If that "something" is good or not, that's not for me to judge. I hope you guys like this new addition. Thanks for reading and have fun :D

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The first date was a resounding success. After swimming with Kisame, the two of you laid on the grass and dried under the sun, and even though you hid away beneath your towel, that talk had felt like Kisame truly tried to get to know you on a deeper level. The conversation with him grew deeper as well, continuing all throughout the afternoon and the better part of dinner. The sun nearly vanished in the darkening sky as Kisame dropped you off at the lake again, where your parked car still waited.

As you opened the door of the truck in the nearly empty parking lot and wanted to climb out, Kisame was faster. One hand landed on your arm, holding you back before you could slip away.

“Have a good night, (Y/N).”

The casual touch made your breath hitch. Fuck. How could something so simple as the touch of a hand on your arm could be this fantastic to you? Was it the fact that only a few people ever did this? Touch you just for the sake of touching you?

Fuck, am I really that touch-starved?

He has me in the palm of his hand, for sure.

Does he know? I hope not. 

A smile formed on your face, easy and light. “I hope you have a good night, too.”

His smile turned up a few notches. “Oh, now it definitely is. And think about a second date with me, alright?”

Without a question in your mind, there would be a second date. God, you needed a second date. Like the damned crave for sweets at 2am hit you with a vengeance, you needed that second date. And a third, a fourth, and so on. After just one date with Kisame, you wanted more. More of his voice, more of his touch, more of him in all varieties. Being so addicted to him in a matter of a few hours should scare you, but on the contrary: you felt like you were floating as you walked over the hard parking lot towards your car, got in and waved one last time before you drove off. 

Kisame waited until you left the lot safely, only then he left as well. Making sure you were on your way home, before he went to his own home. A kind gesture, and one you appreciated greatly. On the few dates that you had, the men tended to try to shoot their shot, and when you made clear that nothing sexual would happen on the first date, their play-pretend interest in you evaporated like morning dew under the hot summer sun. 

Barely at home, you fought with yourself a little bit before texting Kisame. Was it too soon? Too rash? Too much? The questions swirled around in your head, but that couldn’t stop your fingers from typing out a message to him and sending it off. 

>It was a wonderful first date. Thank you so much for this day. :)

The answer came in an instant. Like Kisame had waited for your message with his phone in his hands.

>It was my pleasure. Sooo… About that second date…?

A little smile flashed over your face.

> I would love to. If you’re up for it.

> Now that you agreed, you’re not getting off the hook that easily.

It should feel like a threat. Something dangerous and threatening, something anxiety-inducing. Instead, there was a warm tingle spreading from the pit of your stomach all throughout your body. Still in your clothes and with your skin feeling suspiciously like you had a sunburn, you fell into your bed, all the while pressing your phone to your chest. 

You could try. You would, that much was clear. But you didn’t expect that tingle and the warmth, the little fluttering of your heart when Kisame gave again confirmation that he wanted to see you again. 

For the second date, you picked the location. Even though it was tempting to simply pick the secret spot at the lake once more, you went with a simple picnic in the park, followed by a walk through the greenery. Seeing Kisame with clothes on was still a bit weird, and you somehow expected him to wear a pair of swimming shorts beneath the rough jeans he wore to the date. Together with the marine-blue loose t-shirt, which still managed to cling to his muscles in all the right ways, it made Kisame easily the most attractive man in the park. 

A fact a few people also noticed. And they noticed you beside that attractive man, walking beside him, talking with him, being touched by him. And some obviously asked themselves what you had so Kisame spent his time with you.

He noticed. Of course, he did, you weren’t that secretive about your growing insecurity. 

Suddenly, Kisame stopped in his tracks. You nearly walked past him, but paused and turned ever so slightly to him. “What’s the matter?”

“You’re thinking way too loudly.” His askew cheeky grin made your heart pound harder in your chest. He reached out, and when his big fingers closed around your smaller hand, your heart felt like leaping out of your throat. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“And what?” Despite the anxiety chewing at your insides, you dared to raise your chin in defiance. “What could I possibly think?”

“That you’re somehow not worthy to be here with me. That you’re not good enough. That the others look at you with disdain.” Kisame stepped a little bit closer. Just enough for the tips of his shoes to hit yours. Somehow, the new closeness stole your breath away. “But,” he leaned even closer, so close his mouth was tantalizing you with its look, and you could feel his breath ghost over your face, “but I want this. I want you. Only you. Never forget that.”

It didn’t matter anymore that the two of you were standing right on a neatly cared path leading through a wide park, with lots of people nearby to stare at the very open closeness between the two of you. But with your heart pounding and your blood rushing in your ears, you couldn’t care less. There was only Kisame, his scent, his body. All of him, and you were drowning. 

Will he…?

Oh god, no.

Oh god, yes. Yes, please.

For a few long moments, you wished and prayed that he would lean down further. That  you maybe found some courage and leaned in instead, to do what you wanted to do so desperately that it hurt. To feel his lips against yours, with the knowledge and security that he wanted you, warming you from within. 

But it didn’t happen. Kisame merely winked, like he could read your thoughts down to the comma, before straightening himself out. “I know what you want, little one. But you know what they say.”

“What?” You fell into step beside him, with your hand still held by his, his grip gentle and warm against your skin. 

“Third time, and by that I mean the infamous third date, is the charm.” Your hands, with the fingers tightly yet gently intertwined, swayed between your bodies. Such a nice touch, you forgot about anyone else but him.

It was so terribly easy to believe that it was real. You wanted to believe him, and part of you already did. Still, there was a tiny voice whispering and murmuring in your head. The voice was silent whenever you were with Kisame and talked with him, but it grew louder and louder whenever you were alone. 

Your insecurities were just muted when you were with him, not simply gone. You wished life would be that easy, but it rarely was. That was why you still felt like puking when you pulled up to the lake again, decked out with a two-piece swimsuit, light clothes and some light food, fitting for one of the last days of the summer. The nights got colder, sharp winds blew from time to time, and thankfully, rain started to come down more regularly. The last weeks of the hot drought took a toll on the environment, but in the next few days, the forecast announced rain and thunder.

Maybe, rain would fall even sooner than that. You could feel the humidity on your skin as you slipped out of your car, encompassing you like a coat as you made your way over to the beach. At the top of the hill, which descended into the sandy area, you could overlook the entire beach. Your eyes automatically went to the highest vantage point: the lifeguard seat. And there he was, the man you were casually — or maybe not so casually, as you hoped — seeing. Even over the distance, you could see how the man lounged in his chair, the long legs stretched out and dangling, one arm draped over the armrest, the other loosely holding onto a water bottle. A white tee hung from his shoulders, stuck to his skin in places where the sweat glued it to him. That meant he didn’t have to go into the water at all today, or just very early into his shift. 

You smiled. It also meant Kisame would be antsy to swim a few rounds. By now, you managed to find out one simple truth about the man: he loved to be in the water. A day spent without going for a swim was for him a wasted day. Even worse when it was hot and humid. 

You took a quick peek at your phone. Yeah, Kisame’s shift really was over in a few more minutes. Then, a little idea sparked in your brain. Yes, it was definitely a great idea. Before you knew it, you had opened your messenger app and typed out a quick message. Just a tiny hint of newly discovered cheekiness at play, and your thumb sent out the message before you could think too much about it. 

Of course, Kisame couldn’t really look at his phone. But only a few minutes after your message, the lanky guy with white hair stepped out of the small hut for the lifeguards. Without a hurry, he strolled over to the seat, with his arms crossed behind his head. 

Aah. Shift change. 

A bit late. And not hurrying in the slightest. 

Cheeky little…

Watching from afar was possibly even funnier than being up close. Like this, you could fully take in the scene: Kisame turning his head and spotting the younger lifeguard, who then climbed out of his seat and down from the higher vantage point. There, he waited, and waited, and waited for the younger guy to finally reach the stand, while he crossed his arms over his chest as he saw what you were witnessing. To say that he dressed the younger lifeguard down would be an overstatement. Just a small exchange of words, in which Kisame raised his fingers at the younger man, before walking off with wide strides. His eyes were intently set on his goal: the hut for the lifeguards. Only when he was halfway across the beach, he checked his phone, which he had placed into a small bag, together with his water bottle and sunscreen. All of those items were valuable for his job. 

He stopped in the middle of his tracks. Again, he read over the message, only for his head to snap up and scan his surroundings. 

> you’re looking good up there. Can’t wait to see you in the water, though. ;)

You knew he spotted you when his eyes met yours. Even over the distance, you could feel his look ghost over your body like fingers. From head to toe, he mustered you. A pleasant shudder wandered down your back, goose bumps peppering your arms and legs from the raw intensity of his look. Then, he raised his phone to his mouth, spoke for a moment, only to raise the same hand in a little wave. 

A few moments later, your phone pinged. Without looking, you knew the message was from Kisame. 

Just a short message, merely a few seconds long. You pressed the play button, your heart trembling at the prospect of hearing his voice already, while your eyes followed Kisame’s body, which had continued its way towards the hut.

“I’m looking good up there? Babe, why don’t you tell me stuff like this when I’m with you, huh? Then, I could at least tell you the same.”

A smile flashed over your lips. The way he said it… It sounded like he felt just as impatient as you possibly did. Yeah, you didn’t forget the stuff he said about the “third date”. Back at the park, it had been a promise, and now, it could become reality. 

Something deep down in your stomach curled. Curled and heated up, and the heat spread through all of your limbs. Subconsciously, you gripped your phone tighter. Fuck, you were down bad. Down bad for this man. Really, it was unfair.

Just so me to fall so much for someone.

Even if he’s into me, it’s like comparing an avalanche against some light snow. 

I’m sure I’m way more into him than he’s into me.

Before more doubts could arise, the door of the lifeguard-hut flew open, so hard that when it hit the wood of the wall, the entire building seemed to shake. 

Kisame stepped out, now dressed into a floral Hawaiian shirt, which was still open and fluttered around his naked torso more than it covered him up, and another pair of swimming shorts. 

“Sorry,” he spoke so loudly you could clearly understand him even over the distance, “won’t happen again. Have a nice day!” Before anyone could answer, Kisame threw the door shut again and came towards you in a half-jog, half relaxed walk. 

“Hey there.” His cheeky smile was infectious. Your own smile instantly brightened as he leaned down for a short hug. Just for a second, his arm around your shoulder pressed your body close to his, and the scent of sunscreen, lake water and something deeply musky enveloped you. Before you knew it, you took a deep breath in, and that breath kindled the heat inside of you. 

Yup. You were really down bad for him.

Kisame loosened the hug and stepped a small step back. His eyes flew up and down your figure, something akin to appreciation and possibly even adoration in his eyes. “Finally, I can return the compliment. You’re looking hot as hell today.”

“You’re overreacting.” Despite your insistence, you could feel how your face grew warmer. Such a simple compliment, and you were melting. Damn Kisame and his charm! Only barely, you lowered your eyes, only to flinch the tiniest bit when his fingers gently stopped you from doing so.

“Oh no,” Kisame grinned, “not today. Not when it’s the third date. You might think I have been terrible before, but you have seen nothing, babe.”

Babe. Uuurgh. 

Is it normal to get weak in the knees just because of that?

I never liked that nickname. But… I could get used to it.

And the way Kisame said it… Like he was caressing the syllable with his tongue, tasting every letter with the sensuality of a true, dedicated lover, with attention to detail and all the time on his hands. You really felt a little bit weak in the knees, just enough to excuse leaning into his hand as the one cupping your chin flattened against your face. 

“As much as I would love to stand here and grow roots with you,” his grin revealed more of his unusually sharp teeth, and just for a second, you imagined those teeth lightly digging into the sensitive skin of your shoulder, “I can’t wait to get alone with you. I have so much planned.”

“Planned?” you echoed. Really, it was hard to think at the moment. “What exactly?”

“Not much.” He shrugged. “Just a bit of swimming, relaxing, lying around in the sun, making out… You know, the usual.”

“Wait…” Did you hear that right? But before you could ask about what he said, Kisame’s thumb swiped over your lips, then suddenly fell away. Tingles spread all over your lips, making a whimper rise in your throat. What the hell was going on today with him? 

“I’m afraid I can’t wait. You neither. Let’s go to our spot, alright? Then we can… talk. And do the other things I mentioned.”

Your heart pounded at the speed of lightning as Kisame tugged gently at your hand, then started to walk towards the sandy parking lot. Also, your mind was reeling at the things which just happened. Like he promised, the third date would surely be memorable and a wild ride on top of that.

Heh. Wild ride.

Oh, shut up.

But yes. I hope it will be a wild ride.

Your face grew even warmer as you listened to your own horny thoughts. You definitely enjoyed some written porn occasionally, but your own sexual experiences were kind of limited. So, now, with the prospect of being thrust into that kind of situation, you were overcome with a totally different kind of jitter than before.

The walk back to the car was easily forgotten in your mind. The only part you could concentrate on with crystal-clear clarity was the feeling of your small hand in his, the many calluses, the way his fingers tightened as he led you towards his car, and the way his touch lingered just for a little bit longer before he let go, right when you were about to climb into his truck. 

You were still trying to get your warm face back under control when Kisame slipped into his own seat behind the wheel. But you were unsuccessful, measured at the newly awakened cheeky grin spreading across his face as he glanced at you before starting the engine. 

“Don’t,” you warned him, “just… don’t.”

“I haven’t said anything.”

“You’re thinking way too loudly.”

“Believe me,” Kisame craned his neck to leave his parking spot backwards, with one hand safely secured on your seat, the other at the wheel, “if you could truly read my thoughts, then I would be in hot water.”

“Why?”

“Because from the very first moment,” another glance to you, then Kisame turned his eyes completely towards the road ahead of him, “my thoughts about you were completely indecent.”

That did absolutely nothing to calm the raging flush on your face. Nor did it calm you down, with the quickly growing lust burning through your veins like a forest fire. It made you squirm around, wringing your fingers together even though it was in plain sight for Kisame, and the need and want for something you barely really experienced made you press your thighs together.

A sudden hand captured yours, pressing it to the top of your thigh. The touch made the squirming even worse, but you definitely couldn’t wring your hands anymore, not like this. 

“Nothing to say to that revelation?” he asked. His tone was deep and rich, all smooth honey and rich smoke. “Or are you so blown away by that?”

“I honestly don’t know what to say,” you admitted, “and, to continue being honest, I’m also really, really overthrown by your sudden… advances.”

“Advances?”

“Yes, advances. I…” You swallowed dryly, all the while your thumb twiddled with his index finger. “I never had someone… saying such things to me.”

“It’s about time, then.”

“But why now?” The pad of your thumb circled the rough knuckle of his index finger. You stopped for a moment, thought and sorted your thoughts, before continuing. Slowly, with every word weighing on your tongue like iron. “Why… The first two dates were, like… They felt like you wanted to get to know me. This… now it feels like you only want to get into my pants.”

He shrugged. “Can’t I want both at the same time?”

“Yes, of course. But… it was never like that with me.”

“And that’s,” he slowed down the truck, preparing to turn into the small pocket leading into the forest, “exactly the reason why I’m doing it.”

His answer confused you even more. What was that supposed to mean? Some kind of twisted pleasure in seeing you all flushed and flustered? Was that it? Deep down, though, you knew that wasn’t the solution. No, the real answer to the question felt like the one thing you feared a little bit, because it would be so hard to accept: that he was genuinely interested in you. In your personality and in your body, desired both, even. 

As you struggled your way through the thought process, Kisame parked the truck between the trees. As he fastened the handbrake, he had to pull his hand away, but as soon as the engine was off, his touch was back. Insistent yet gentle, unfolding your fingers and allowing them to curl around his hand again.

Your eyes were glued to that miraculous sight. A big hand wrapped around yours, obviously enjoying the feel of your hand in his. 

“The reason,” he started, and his voice seemed to fill every nook and cranny of the car, “is so simple. Because you hinted at something like this on our last date.”

“I did?”

As far as his seat and the limited space allowed, Kisame scooted around. “Yeah. Really, only hinted at. Took me some time to get it.”

“What a relief.” Even though you weakly chuckled, your insides seemed to freeze. What could he have possibly been thinking? 

“You don’t have a lot of experience with… things like this. Relationships. Romance.” Kisame paused. “Sex. And together with other, very human insecurities, resulted in you being nervous around me.”

“You noticed?”

“Babe,” another shudder wandered down your back, so strong you had to close your eyes, “it was pretty hard not to notice.”

“Right.” You still didn’t look up, just continued to twiddle with his fingers. “And why now this… this charm-offense?” 

“Cool people also call it flirting, you know? And I want to flirt with you because I hope that it will boost your confidence a bit. And make you actually believe that I’m interested in you. Mind, body, the entire package,” he answered. His fingers flexed around yours, only to gently slip away. “But if you don’t want that, just tell me and I will stop. Alright?”

“Alright,” you mumbled. The heat on your face would probably stay there forever. No chance to go back to your original body temperature, not when Kisame was so close and so charming. As you climbed out of the car, while he was busy unloading the back of his trunk, you tried to make sense of the revelation.

Kisame wants to flirt with me.

Because he wants to give me some confidence in myself.

And because he finds me attractive.

You couldn’t believe it fully, not yet. But maybe, just maybe, you believed it a tiny bit more than before. And as you continued to watch him, with his sweaty muscles moving right below the fabric of his tee, something inside your chest grew. The small spark of hesitant craving, kindled by the touches and his comments and his unwavering want for you to believe in him, grew more and more. 

Fuck, you wanted him. Wanted this. And just once, you wanted to… Just once, you wanted to be brave and confident and sexy, all the things you never had been. But somehow, he saw those qualities in you, and when he described you in the brightest colors… you felt instantly ten kilos lighter, with your heart leaping out of your chest and a smile lifting the corners of your mouth.

And you tried. Kisame was still busy unloading the truck, setting down bag after bag onto the ground. So, he didn’t look into your direction when you stepped up behind him, but he definitely noticed your tentative hand reaching out and touching his shoulder.

Just a small touch. Nothing big, merely your fingers gracing over the curve of his shoulder. The first contact initiated by you, because you wanted to. 

The reaction was instant. Kisame stopped all of his movement. A tremble flared through him, but he held impossibly still. A statue, just for you. For you to touch and explore and discover. Again, your hand reached over, followed the sharp curve of his shoulder. Down, to the iron cable of his biceps. The muscle twitched beneath your touch, just a small flare. But you felt it; felt the miniscule motion in the palm of your hand, as well as a wave of heat washing through your veins. 

You continued the careful discovery of Kisame’s arm, while the newly found and small spark of bravery made you open your mouth and form words which forced itself into existence. 

“You make me want to be the person you see in me, Kisame. Really, I want to. But…” You shrugged weakly. “I don’t know how.”

When Kisame moved, your hand fell away. His warmth though didn’t. He turned and stepped closer, so close you were forced to look up into his face as your nose would have otherwise hit his sternum. He looked down on you, and you couldn’t help but squirm beneath his gaze. 

If he touches me right now, I will spontaneously combust.

“I can give you a hint, if you want.” His face was suddenly closer. Startled, you stepped backwards, but there was only the side of the truck. Kisame followed, effectively blocking you in, and leaving you with nothing but weak knees, a quickly beating heart and the nervous jitter of anticipation rummaging through your body. He closed in on you, with his arms extending, caging you in between the truck and his naked chest, only framed by the flaps of his floral Hawaiian shirt.

“Is that enough of a hint?” His eyes fluttered down to your mouth, only to flick back up again. “Or do you need… more proof?”

“Yes.” You almost didn’t recognize your own voice, all breathless and needy. Barely above a whisper, and despite the closeness, you weren’t sure if Kisame heard you. But before you could speak up again, he leaned in, and you knew.

Knew when his lips met yours. Barely contained hunger, mixed with hard-earned experience, still a bit wet and tasting of the lake, but still so uniquely him — the kiss was all Kisame, and you could do nothing but ride it out. And god, you wanted to ride it out. With a low moan vibrating deep in your throat, you opened your mouth. Needing him, all of him. Your arms came up, small hands splayed across strong shoulders, holding on just barely, clawing into the warm skin and tight cords of muscles. A gasp was drowned in his mouth as his tongue met yours, first shy and playful, only to flick across your lips with devilish intent. Just for a moment, he pulled back, and you could feel his lips smiling against your mouth. 

“You’re burning for me, babe. So eager and innocent to feel.” His grin widened just a fraction, before he pressed another quick kiss to your lips, albeit it wasn’t any less hot and made your toes wiggle in your shoes. It left you dizzy, with your head spinning, and your eyes fluttered open just in time to see Kisame’s half-lidded eyes and the quickest flash of sharp teeth. At that, your knees grew weak. Fuck, now you were happy about the truck in your back as it kept you upright and standing in the face with Kisame’s… entire being.

He’s… so fucking hot. I’m melting.

Am I melting? Yeah, to a freaking puddle right at his feet, begging to be stepped on. 

Internet horniness has ruined me in that regard. Because I’m so close to just asking to be stepped on.

Thankfully, you didn’t actually ask that. Just a pitiful little whimper left your mouth as Kisame stepped away, with his eyebrows wiggling like the devil he was.

“And please believe me when I say,” his eyes raked up and down your figure, taking every little detail — the slightly disheveled hair, the reddened lips, the hazy look in your eyes — in, “that I’m burning for you just as much, babe. Maybe even more so.”

Only slowly, the meaning of his words filtered through the fog of deep craving for another kiss. He wanted you. Wanted to kiss you, wanted to touch you. But the insecurity inside you still reared its ugly head, slithering around and whispering about your size, your looks and your taste in clothes. As you picked up your stuff and followed Kisame down the beaten path into the forest, you were still pondering. Pondering and trying to reason with yourself. 

Will I ever feel secure? Secure enough to not doubt this every minute of the day?

Will Kisame continue to be this understanding? Or will I annoy him soon enough with my constant self-doubt?

I don’t know what to do. I just don’t know. 

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[historicfailure]

After the end of the Fourth Shinobi World War, Obito is under house arrest. Bored out of his mind, he tends to watch the street below his flat, and the flats right across the street. One particular flat is of special interest to him, so when he accidentally watches the inhabitant enjoying a private moment, he can't help but continue to watch. 

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Heya ^^ Sorry for the long silence on my end, I had to get some shit together. But I'm more than happy to present you this little something which I wanted to create for this year's @obito-week​. Hopefully, you will like this fic! :D

Prompt: Always watching.

(If you squint: Kink and Any AU, too)

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House arrest. Obito hadn’t been under house arrest since he left the house of his grandmother so many years ago, but staying inside his own four walls for the time being was definitely a kinder punishment than being sent into the Blood Prison. 

Where he should be. For, you know, starting the Fourth Shinobi World War, impersonating Madara Uchiha and threatening the five Kage, for committing war crimes over and over… There were so many reasons to put him behind bars, but somehow, knowing the right people for once paid off. That his friendship with Kakashi would one day save his ass… Obito never would have guessed that one was coming. 

Or maybe it was just the logical conclusion to the very disappointing life he led so far. So, being a criminal detained in a cozy flat with all the accommodations he could wish for with the illusion of freedom right on his fingertips couldn’t be that bad.

But it was bad.

“I’m so fucking bored.” His voice echoed in the between the bare walls of the flat he was now forced to inhabit. Since a few months now, he sat tight, and slowly he would have given everything to not be contained anymore. There were only so many books he could read, so many games of Solo-chess he could play, so many forced visits of Kakashi and Naruto he could bear. Sure, he could jerk off all day without anyone bothering him, but after some time, even walking around with his dick in his hand lost its charm.

Now, Obito confined himself to the couch of the small flat, listening to the murmur of the busy people outside and simply waited. Waited for the night to fall, as then, the only light of his boring life would start to shine. 

The flat, stacked with the barest of furniture - a bed, a couch, one shelf to store all the books in Kakashi hauled over, as well as a small kitchen which had never been used except for that one time Obito tried to cook some noodles and nearly burned the entire complex down - was situated surprisingly close to the center of the newly built Konoha. The only thing which caught Obito’s interest nowadays was looking out of the window and onto the bustling street. Seeing the people interact with each other, while he was always looking through the glass, had become the only escape he had. 

During the day, there were construction workers working on the houses, families laughing and talking, children running up and down the street, and food merchants cooking and selling their food. In the evening, the buzz died down as people returned into their homes. For Obito, though, the real fun only started when the moon rose in the sky.

In the evening, the windows across the street lit up and allowed him to look into the lives of other people. Most of them didn’t bother pulling any curtains close. Why would they? Like Obito, they all lived on the second level and no one was so bored and out of their mind to try and spy on the people of Konoha. 

Except for him, of course.

And there was this one window. One window leading inside one flat, right across his own bedroom window. One window which could sweep all his boredom away and make him forget about the looming sword hanging above his head, waiting to drop at any second. 

A woman lived behind that window. She worked during the daytime, of course, and returned just when the first stars started to blink in the night sky. 

Obito knew her routine by heart now. The stranger would walk into her home, blissfully unaware of the eyes which followed her through her own windows, and lose almost every article of clothing she wore. Then, still mostly naked, she went to her fridge to grab a drink. One long, good sip from a bit of the alcohol, then she would slowly dress herself in more relaxed clothing, fitting to lounge around in. 

Honestly, he loved watching her, no matter what she did. In stark contrast to him, she never seemed to be bored. Always somehow moving around her flat, either cleaning, cooking, or dancing. And, to be perfectly honest, seeing someone be so comfortable in their own body they could just stroll around their own home in a completely undressed state without the need to cover themselves up. Obito certainly didn’t know that feeling. As he touched warily the mangled scars covering the entire right side of his body, fingertips sliding over his arm like an afterthought, he tried to think of a time he appreciated his own body similarly as his neighbor. 

Probably never, really. There was a reason why he had never looked in a mirror all those years. Plus, this flat also didn’t have a mirror. 

With a low sigh, Obito pushed himself up from the couch. Maybe, if he was lucky, there was indeed something interesting happening down on the streets. Hopefully. Because if not, he might have to go rogue again, just to experience some excitement. 

In his loose t-shirt, long pants and barefoot, he rolled himself off the couch. With a grunt and cracking joints, the man paused for a moment, before straightening himself properly out, before slowly making his way over to the window. As he pulled the shades aside, he wondered what he would see today, his mind idly wandering off. 

Mhm, maybe if the three rowdies from yesterday come through again… school should be out, so that is a chance.

They made quite a spectacle, toppling over that one stand and throwing soup everywhere. 

Thank god, no one was hurt.

Routinely, he scanned the street. First to the right, then the middle of the street right below his window, then to the left. Nothing interesting to see there, but that could change at any given moment. When he reached the corner of the street, the scarred cheek of his pressed against the cool glass, his eyes wandered up. The windows were next, all of them blinking in the strong sunlight of a spring noon. Right back to where he started, just a few levels higher, and this time, Obito took his time. Even though his eyesight was better than most, he still needed a few seconds to peer into a stranger’s life, parted by several meters and at least two glass window panels in between. 

But he didn’t even get back to the point where he started. Almost in passing, he scanned his Favorite Window, the one where the free-spirited, almost naked lady lived. He didn’t expect anyone to be there, just another empty window with the familiar background of her slightly messy apartment showing through. So, his eyes flew right past her window, only to do a double-take. And oh, what a sight it was. 

He couldn’t see every detail, of course. But that wasn’t necessary. Perfectly situated in an armchair, one leg thrown over the armrest, the other steadied on the ground with just the tip-toes. Her head was thrown back, writhing against the rough fabric of the chair, while one of her hands was haphazardly pressed against her neck. Like she was missing something, imitating something. The touch of a lover, probably. 

How did Obito come to that conclusion? Well, the other hand was busy feeding a massive something into her open, naked pussy. Because of course, the woman was naked. It was phallic by nature, and Obito’s breath hitched when he witnessed how her own chest heaved as the entirety of the thing was inside of her.

At the sight, his dick roared to life. Again, how could it not? As he freed his quickly growing dick out of his pants, his eyes never left the glorious sight in front of him. Fuck, his day just a lot more interesting. The first stroke was sweet relief, the second agonizing torture, as his eyes followed each and every single movement of the strange, free, beautiful woman across the street. 

He couldn’t move away anymore, just watch how the stranger continued to pleasure herself. Everything he saw of her mesmerized him: the way her lips parted as she let out an unheard moan, her arching back from an impossibly mean twist of her hand, a single drop of sweat rolling down her neck and vanishing in the valley between her tits. Fuck, this was so fucking hot. 

Obito always liked watching people. Though he hadn’t tried out watching another person pleasuring themselves, he found himself enthralled by the experience. She was completely unaware he was there, too, at this moment she took it for herself to enjoy herself. He was an unwanted guest, and the forbidden thrill of it all made his cock even harder. Another pump of his hand, another long second, in which Obito watched. Eyes glued to the person a few meters across from him, and yet so far apart that he never would be able to touch her. Heart beating hard in his chest, he paused, let his eyes flutter shut, only to groan from the bottom of his soul. 

Taste her. Hear her. Feel her. 

He was always watching her, whenever she was home. It felt like he knew that strange woman, or at least, the most miniscule, unimportant details. When she would clean her flat, what kind of book she read at the moment, how she looked when she was stressed out by her work. Maybe he even harbored a tiny little crush on that woman. However, all those things faded into the background as he stood there, hard cock in his hand and slowly stroking himself while watching her being unaware of intruding into her private moment.

With his heart racing and knees growing weak, he placed one of his hands against the wall, while relishing in the pleasure rolling down his back in powerful waves. Quickly, he spat into his other hand, before closing his fingers around the cock again, too desperate to walk back to the couch, where the more convenient lube sat on the table. That would have meant looking away from his neighbor, and Obito couldn’t afford that. No, he wanted to experience every single precious second, for as long as it would last. 

She was still there, with closed eyes and her mouth agape. He fucking wished to be able to hear her breathless moans, but the sight alone had to do. Another slow stroke, the spit in his hand soothing the chafing of his dry hand a little bit. 

The neighbor writhed on her chair, her hips bucking up. Her hand holding the fake cock inside of her twitched, her legs spreading even more. Like she wanted to be seen, like she lived off the thrill of potentially being watched. Like she needed-!

Her head suddenly jerked upwards, her eyes flying open. Too dazed to react in time, he froze up as her eyes clearly looked right at him.

Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! 

Still frozen in his place, he couldn’t do anything but hope. For what? He had no idea for what he hoped for. Any fraction of mercy, at this point.

What’s the punishment for spying on someone masturbating? 

This is the straw which breaks the camel’s back. 

Obito Uchiha, feared war criminal and responsible for the fourth Shinobi War. Thrown into the Blood Prison because he spied on a neighbor in the middle of her alone time. 

Still, he couldn’t move. Every moment, he expected for the woman to jump up, pull the curtains close, and for Anbus to storm his flat and throw him into the next best cell. 

Seconds ticked by, and nothing of that sort happened. They just continued to stare at each other across the street, through the glass, fully aware of what the other one was doing. Obito with his dick in head and face flushed from being discovered, and the neighbor still draped all over the armchair.

Then, she smiled.

Obito’s mind was swirling as he tried to comprehend what was happening. The smile threw him for a loop, confusion overtaking the lust and crave for some human warmth. Only very slowly, understanding filtered through the dense fog inside his brain. 

She knows.

She… knew? Knew I was watching her?

And she decided to put on a show just for… me?

There was no way she truly knew who or what he was. She merely knew he liked to watch, nothing else and nothing more. Thankfully. Obito doubted she would put on such a show for him if she knew what he had done, how much blood was on his hands. Hell, if she knew he had his hands in the plans to destroy Konoha alongside Pain, then the curtains on her side would always be firmly closed. 

But she didn’t. Instead, Obito’s eyes followed hungrily as the woman positioned herself again comfortably in her armchair, one of her legs still hooked over the armrest and exposing her most intimate parts to him, now fully aware that this was only for him.

Fuck, that knowledge got him even harder. Breathing hard, he gripped his cock tighter. He wished he could show her how much this little kind gesture meant to him. 

As the woman across the street continued, with her eyes fluttering close and mouth agape, Obito leaned his forehead against the window to peer even more closely. His hand sped up, now aided by more of his own pre-cum. Pleasure rolled down his spine, little spikes of blistering emotion. Such a change to the usual monotony of his day. His thumb circled the head of his dick, relishing in the strong wave of need and the short impulse of buckling knees, but he kept upright. Because of her.

Obito couldn’t look away from her. Like a dog fixating on a delicious steak just out of reach. Seeing her like this was enough, had to be enough. Again, he sped up, the pleasure mixing with a hint of pain, but he was close already. So fucking close he could taste it.

The peak hit Obito so hard he saw stars. With a low grunt, all the muscles in his body seemed to tense up, only to relax in the second right after. Warm cum spurted out, some ribbons even hitting the glass of the window, before more cum dribbled over his fingers. 

With his forehead still pressed against the window, Obito watched through bleary eyes how the woman did. He came so quickly, overwhelmed by the stimulating sight of her, but continuing to watch her without the urgency to touch himself was just as good. 

She was still going. Her body writhed on the armchair, back arching and muscles beneath sweaty skin glistening, to the point Obito felt himself growing harder once more. Biting his lips, he started to slowly stroke himself, hissing weakly at the sensitivity of his cock. This one, he would relish in. 

But she was obviously close, as well. Even though his experience with sex was limited, he could read the signs: her flushed face, the obviously heightened rate of her breathing, the urgency at which she pushed and pulled the fake dick into her. One of her legs twitched violently, making her entire body move. The hand not busy pleasuring herself flicked one of her nipples, causing her to bite her lips. 

He knew when she came. It was hard to miss, with her entire body going as taut as a bowstring, only to fall back into the armchair. Her hands continued to move still, flicking her clit and nipple as her form relaxed more and more. Obito watched how she melted into the cushions, with her eyes closed and a little, satisfied smile on her lips.

Fuck, if he wasn’t under house arrest, he would love to go over there and go talk to her. Touch her. Hell, if he was a braver man, he would go over there, knock at her door and ask to watch a repeat performance up to close.

But he wasn’t, and he couldn’t. Like this, he jerked his dick once, twice and felt a new, weaker wave of cum spill over his already soiled fingers and onto his hastily pushed aside underwear. 

Obito had given up on brightening his boring life under house arrest, just wasting away his days on the sofa and watching the streets below. Maybe, with such a… welcoming neighbor across the street, his life would be a lot more interesting from now on.

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[historicfailure]

Obito isn't someone to talk about his feelings. But he's working on things, especially when talking about his nightmares. And it gets easier.

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Heya ^^ A second fic for @obito-week​, and two prompts fulfilled with this one. Hope you all enjoy this fic as much as I did while writing it! :D

Prompt: Buried and Family

TW: Guilt, Self-Hatred with really dark thoughts

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Darkness swallowed everything around him. Teeth gnawed away at his flesh, but he couldn’t swat those teeth away. Every cell of his body was frozen into place, all cold and icy, while his insides burned with the fury of the dead. 

Why? Why did you do this to me?

Why aren’t you suffering like I did?

Why are you still alive?

More and more voices echoed around him, hollow and creeping into his mind like invisible poison, burning him from the inside. He tried to breathe, but there were fingers, too, pushing into his mouth the second he tried to open it. Fingers pulled at his lips, hurting him, tearing him apart while choking him in the endless darkness of the void. There was blood and pain, sharp and dull at the same time, and more hands ripping into his flesh. 

You killed me.

You killed us. 

You deserve to die.

Hands pressed onto his eyes, onto his chest, onto his entire body. He couldn’t move. More and more hands joined the others, until it felt like he was buried under a mass of hands, pressing him down and down… and further down. The void became even darker, until even the black of his surroundings creeped into every crevice of his mind and body. There was nothing but the hands and the darkness for him. That and the voices still whispering to him:

You need to die.

You don’t deserve happiness.

You don’t deserve your life when you have taken mine away from me.

A first deep breath in, and Obito awoke. For a split second, he merely stared into the darkness of the room, just to sit up straight and breathe again. In and out, as the imaginary weight of his nightmare faded ever so slowly back into the hellscape of his own mind. Every fresh wave of air breezing through his lungs made the load of the nightmare a little bit lighter, just a little bit more bearable. But it wasn’t enough, couldn’t be enough. 

Bending forward, Obito leaned his head against his bended knees, soles planted onto the mattress. His hand was shaky as he combed through his sweaty hair, the skin ever so slightly feverish and damp. 

Fuck. A nightmare, still, after all those years… No matter what he dreamed about, the things his mind conjured were always leaving him in the dust, all disturbed and a complete mess. Again, Obito scrubbed through his hair, so hard he could feel some loose hairs between his fingers when he pulled his hand away. With his eyes closed, you tried to breathe more, maybe even calm down, if that was possible. 

But he didn’t expect for another hand to sleepily reach out to his side, melting against his body when the small fingers made contact with his skin.

“... ‘bito?”

He nodded weakly. No way he could talk now, with how breathy and heavy he still was. So, he waited, waited and felt how the smaller hand traced the last bow of his ribs towards his sternum, all gentle yet insistent to reach more skin, before the belonging body had to edge closer and bump into his side. 

“Obito?” the voice called out again. And fuck, even in his nightmare-fueled state in between terror and anxiety, Obito couldn’t help but swoon a little bit. He knew every little nuance of that voice by now. After years of knowing them, months of going out, weeks of living together, it was to be expected. Still, this sleep-riddled mumble was kind of new to him, but nevertheless, it made his heart bloom. 

“I’m okay.”

“You’re lying.” The hand creeped further over his chest, only to rest over his heart. The palm flattened completely against his chest, checking on him with touch and sound alone. “What’s wrong?”

Obito opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. Nothing would come out, his tongue refusing to move in the ways he willed it to, so, he just stayed silent and shook his head. 

Silence followed, which was simply heaven after the hateful voices of his dreams. The hand was still pressed flatly against his chest, warming up his skin and his side, where the body connected with his. It helped, so much so, he couldn’t help but reach up and interlace the fingers at his chest with his own. He sighed as the contact strengthened, prolonged and the warmth of their love seeping into his weary bones. 

Closing his eyes, he tried to concentrate on the surrounding sounds. He found that this helped, more than any nice words or comforting touches did (though, those were a close second). He listened to his own breathing, still shallow and a bit labored, like he had run the distance between Konohagakure and Sunagakure without a break. He listened to the weak whistle of the heaters around the flat, working away to keep the cold of a Konoha Autumn out of their shared space. And he listened to the person beside him: their breathing, deep and slow, to their heartbeat, just as slow and calm, and to the weak shuffles of a naked body rubbing against the slightly coarse fabric of the blankets. 

They knew how he worked through these nightmares. So, they let him, and he was eternally grateful for that. It took ages, or maybe only minutes, until his heart calmed down the tiniest bit and his mind wasn’t racing any longer with scary scenarios, but their presence and the hand in his own, still pressed against his chest, helped so much. 

“Thanks,” he mumbled quietly, when his jaw wasn’t so tense anymore he couldn’t speak up. “This was… intense.” 

“And I already told you,” the sleepy voice beside him mumbled, “making jokes isn’t the way to go.”

“But that’s how I cope”, he laughed. Turning his head, he could barely make out the silhouette of his partner in the darkness, all entwined with the blanket, pillow and himself. A temptation, born from reality and not from his dark and disturbed mind.

“What happened?”

Obito sighed; a heavy sigh which came from deep within his stomach, rose into his chest and came out as nothing but a sound and a small wave of wind, smelling ever so faintly of toothpaste. “Not… not much,” he said, while his thumb started to tap against the back of their hand, “just… you know, the usual.”

“The usual?”

“Mhm.”

“So… lots of guilt, shadow-y figures trying to bury you alongside them, lots of whispering about how you don’t deserve anything?”

Obito nodded. Talking about his nightmares once sounded so silly and insignificant, so stupid overall. Those were just bad dreams, right? No matter if he refused to sleep afterward and preferred to stare into the endless dark of his bedroom ceiling, or if he cried his eyes out and screamed his throat raw, or if he just drank himself into a stupor to fucking forget, those were just dreams. And every reaction he paid to them made them… bigger and more, and so much worse. 

Talking with his partner, though, had helped. Oddly enough. Even about the recurring nightmares of being fucking buried alive under a mountain of souls he reaped before their time, all his guilt and shame out in the open and for them to judge.

But they didn’t judge. Or at least, didn’t judge too harshly. So, like this, he allowed them to pull him into their embrace, down into the cushions and on top of them. 

It was so easy to close his eyes and breathe their smell in. Home and safety, an important part of his small family, right here in his arms. Right here, in this very second. Instinctively, his arms closed more around them, dragging them closer even though he couldn’t possibly get even closer to them. He buried them beneath his body, but they didn’t mind. Never minded, never had. 

Their hands spread over his back, fingers twitching and discovering the planes of his skin anew. Carefully, they followed the lines of his ribs, fingertips sliding across the scars and rough texture of the artificial surface. A path they often took, whenever they embraced like this. 

“Maybe,” they spoke up, their soft whisper muffled in his hair, “we need to amp up the therapy sessions.”

“Mhmm.”

“It could help.”

“Probably.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“No,” Obito sighed as he buried his face in their neck, breathing in the scent and relishing in it, “not now. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, then”, they agreed. But even when the silence fell over them, with the darkness once more becoming a comfortable blanket to wrap himself in, he listened to their quickly slowing breath until the weak snoring he loved so much disturbed the air in the room again. 

Yeah, this was still the best way to calm down after such a nightmare. With another low sigh, Obito closed his eyes. Maybe, he might even be able to catch a bit more sleep.

#Obito #uchiha obito #obito uchiha #obito x reader #obito x reader insert #obito week 2023 #obito week #obito-week-2023 #obito-week #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter #also on ao3

[historicfailure]

Aight, this is how it's gonna go.

Next Saturday, so the 22nd of July, I post the next chapter for "Work under Water". I'm on a good path to finish the very last chapter and have ideas for a possible epilogue, so we will see how that goes.

I don't know when and if I will finish other works of mine, ongoing or not, but I'm determined to get at least this shit done. I am done being pathetic and hating myself for not writing, so I will just push onward with that and see what comes out of that.

Thank you all for your time, and have a nice rest-Sunday or even a Monday already.

#work under water #kisame hoshigake x reader #hoshigake kisame #reader insert #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter #I am done being pathetic #if that fic is the last one I'm ever gonna work on #then I will make sure that the smut will be one of the best and softest smut I've ever written #idgaf

[historicfailure]

Fuck it

I have 5 chapters, I'm gonna drop them, no one, not even my dumbass need to have an almost finished fic is stopping me.

The first chapter of Lovenotes (still a working title) drops this Saturday. Will probably post in a 2 week rhythm, so I hopefully-fingers crossed-surely have enough time/energy/motivation to write more chapters in the meantime.

Love you all, see you on Saturday.

#historicfailure #freakypseudwriter #ao3

[historicfailure]

Omw to a night shift to finish this chapter, work was stressful this week but I want this to be done.

At least the cat is there to keep me sane.

#personal things #cat #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter

[historicfailure]

Kinda good news

First off: I finally made the executive decision to cut the next Kisame chapter in half. Which leaves me with 9 pages of a somewhat finished chapter and 11 pages of... snippets and something akin to a coherent smut chapter, which isn’t finished yet.

Secondly, I’m making progress with the LoveNotes story, so much so, that I might be able to start posting on that front too.

TLDR: I’m taking things way slower than I would maybe like, but it’s going forward, and that means so much to me, in the end. Thank you all for your patience, and I hope you have a fantastic day/night/week, wherever you be right now.

#personal #personal update #update #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter

[historicfailure]

So idk if I’m just screaming into the void here or not

But I managed to finish something for once, aka a chapter which I’ve sat over for a long time now, and would start posting the long-fic soonish/when I finish one more chapter (2 pages already written for that one too).

Might still take a while, but I just wanted to give you guys a little update of where I am and how I’m doing. And jsut to make sure, here a little excerpt:

~ X ~

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

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

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

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

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

~ X ~

Thanks for listening to anyone who is still here.

#historicfailure #I feel my username in this chillis tonight #since a few months now #so this is huge to me #freakypseudwriter

[historicfailure]

Work Under Water

7. Chapter: Springtide

The date is going well, but you're still feeling insecure. Luckily for you, you decide to voice your insecurities and Kisame is more than happy to proof them wrong.

~ X ~

Heya! Welcome back! This is... a monster of a chapter. It's 18 pages long, I sat last night down and finished it, thus why the ending might be a bit lazy. I'm just happy I finished this fic by now. Sorry for this half-assed attempt, I hope you guys still like it.

~ X ~

You didn’t speak with Kisame on the way to the small, secret spot. As you reached it, you started to prepare the blanket, spreading it over the ground and smoothening down the edges endlessly, even though they were without any wrinkles almost from the get-go. Your thoughts were still clouded when a real shadow fell upon you and your hands, still busying themselves with stroking slowly over the rough fabric. 

“Hey there.” For a moment, Kisame towered over you. His body shielded you from the sun, but then he kneeled beside you and reached for one of your hands. A small sigh escaped you as his fingers slid over the back of your hand, only to slip into the spaces between your fingers. “All good?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Still, you couldn’t look up into his eyes. 

“Something is wrong, though.” 

“Damn, you.” A weak smile flashed over your face. “So perceptive.”

He hummed. “I’m getting better. For example, I think you still have some reservations.”

“That’s…” You breathed in, breathed out. I can do this. “That’s an understatement.” 

“Need more proof?”

“No, I mean… yes.” At his teasing tone, you had to laugh. Just a bit, nothing more than a short giggle, quickly wiped away by the anxiety curling deep down inside your stomach. “It’s just… I want to believe that you’re into me. I really do. It’s just… so unbelievable.”

“Eloquent and straight to the point. I knew why I liked you.”

“See?” Helplessly, you shrugged, all the while your free hand continued to wring itself into the blanket. “I’m… I’m an anxious mess about this. About relationships. If that is even what this is, because I have no idea if that is what you have in mind. Maybe, you just want to sleep with me once and wash your hands off of me. Which, for the record,” you breathed again in, even though the tears already burned in your eyes, “I would be totally fine with.”

“Woah, there, there. Calm your horses. I definitely don’t want this to be a one-time-thing. Do you?”

��No,” you admitted, so quietly that the faraway engine of a boat nearly overwhelmed your voice, “I… I want this to last longer than that.”

“See?” Ever so gently, Kisame pulled at your hand. Pulled and pulled, right to the point he got up and pulled you up with him. In his shadow, it was easy to lean into him to look up, right into his face.

He seemed calm. Calm and collected, despite the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. One hand was still holding yours, the other came up to wipe a wisp of your hair away from your sweaty temple. “I really want to get to know you better. I really want this to last. I really, really want to kiss you again, and be kissed by you.”

“But…” The single word slipped out before you could stop it. In real time, you could see how that single syllable confused the man. His eyebrows drew together, the smile faded away, and his jaw tensed just for a split second, before loosening up again. 

No use in backing down now. So, you breathed in and finished the sentence. “But do you find me attractive? Like, really, really attractive?”

Your voice shook a bit as you spoke. For a second longer, you were able to look into his face, only for your eyes to drop to his collarbones. Way safer than to look into his eyes, which seemed to bore through your facade and right into your soul. 

Not for long though. Suddenly, his hands slipped away, away from your hand and your face. Without a word, they wandered down your body. You bit your bottom lip as they explored the soft curves of your chest, barely avoiding indecency by merely cupping the side of your boobs. A teasing thumb swiped up and down, only for the hands to slip further down. 

Your body turned into stone. Pliable, hot, wanting stone, unable to move and to an extent also unwilling to move even an inch as Kisame’s hands teased and hinted, sliding over your clothes like he wanted to memorize the shape of your body for all eternity. They stopped briefly at your hips, the lovehandles somehow perfectly fitting into the plane of his palm. Then, with a huff ghosting over your hair, Kisame continued to touch you. Sensual and, as you dared to glance upwards, with half-lidded eyes and a tilted grin again on his face, he bent ever so slightly forward to draw small circles on the top of your thighs. His index finger followed the hem of your shirt, which had barely touched your skin. From the outside over the apex, only to inch dangerously close to the inside of your thigh.

You nearly choked at a single breath. Subconsciously, you gripped into his upper arms, not wanting him to stop but acutely aware of your surroundings. Sure, you were all alone here, but there were still people around. On the lake, on their boats…

“That here,” Kisame suddenly breathed into your ear, “is real. This is not your imagination. And I want you. So, so much. I’m just trying to be a nice guy here.”

“And what if you don’t try to be a nice guy?”

He closed his eyes and sighed loudly. “You don’t want to hear that.”

Your fingers on his arms tightened. “Maybe I do.”

His eyes snapped open. Your eyes locked. Locked and couldn’t let go as he stared into your soul, searching, hunting and coming up with something he would work with. The corner of his mouth quirked higher, revealing the hint of pearly-white teeth and badly hidden mischief.

“Then let me tell you something, babe.” 

You only had the hint of a warning, in the way the corners of his mouth quirked up. His massive hands grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled. Lifted you upwards, still grinning and obviously reveling in the surprised squeal you let out. Your arms automatically wrapped themselves around his shoulders, holding onto for your dear life. But fuck, if him lifting you up easily into his arms wasn’t hot, you didn’t know what else was.

You were wrong, as you realized quickly when Kisame spoke up again. “Since the moment I saw you,” a quick kiss was pressed to your lips, just a hint of toe-curling passion and lava-hot lust, “I wanted to bury myself inside you. Fuck, you and your curves. Everything about you screams to be ravished.” 

Heat rose into your face. Sure, you had read one too many steamy novels and fanfic where characters talked like that, but to experience it first hand… Especially as it was directly aimed at you! For the first time ever in your life, someone talked like that about and with you!

Kisame continued, ignoring how you squirmed and wiggled in his grip, his hands as secure and safe as a baby’s cradle as he held you against him easily. “Not one day passed since I saw you in which I didn’t have to stop myself from jerking off to you. Sometimes,” his grin widened, turned cheeky and almost devilish, “I came so hard that I didn’t have the strength to get up and clean myself afterwards. I would just lay there, cum spread all over my stomach and my own dick still twitching and wanting more. More of you, babe.”

“Oh god, Kisame…”

Him breathing heavily, chest heaving with spurts and splutters of white ribbons painted upon his skin. One hand fisted into the sheets of the bed, the other still loosely curled around his still painfully hard cock. Face flushed, eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile drawn upon his features as his body relaxed into the afterglow.

Fuck, you wanted to see for yourself so, so badly.

“Seeing you in your bathing suit was torture. Sweet, sweet torture and cruel heaven”, he continued. Without even a grunt, he hoisted you up higher, to the point your face was hovering slightly above his and your throbbing crotch rubbed with every breath against his rock hard abs. Another quick kiss, merely breathed to your mouth, only for him to lean backwards to take your features in without any obstruction. “I dream about your tits, your stomach, your thighs. You’re so soft all around. This here,” his grip on your upper thighs tightened, “and this,” his chest bumped into yours, “and especially this,” his hands slipped just the tiniest bit higher, teasing the curve of your ass before quickly securing his grip once more, “begs for me to kiss and mark you all over. When we start, I’m going to take my sweet time with you, babe. Because you’re sexy, beautiful inside and out, and so damn worth it.”

“And what about now?”

The words slipped out so fast you had no time to hold them back. You cursed yourself for that; your hormonal, horny, mesmerized self, totally entranced by Kisame’s description of you, as well as your drenched middle screaming at you to give in. 

“Now?” One of his eyebrows wandered up. Then, he turned his head, eyes wandering over the wide open lake and the possible watchers out there. “Right now?”

“Not if you don’t want to.” Something wild and crazy possessed you; born out of years of neglect and the newly awakened flame burning deep down inside your stomach. Your skin tingled all over, in all the spots your body was pressed against the hard planes of his. You could feel his every move: Kisame’s chest heaving as he swallowed thickly, a little shift in his stance to distribute your weight better, and his hands gripping a bit tighter into your ass, holding you harder against him. 

Like he didn’t want to let go.

Your heart fluttered a bit at the thought. The wings of a butterfly, vibrating against your ribs like it wanted to escape and fly up into the sun. Kisame’s face never had been closer, and as he turned around to look into your eyes again, you could inspect every little detail. The sharp edge of his jaw, just a hint of beard-shadow. The little creases around his eyes as he showed off his trademark-smirk, just enough of a smile to not look douchey — at least, not by much. A thin line of sweat rolled down his temple, glittering under the sunlight and a temptation to just follow with your finger. 

Kisame breathed in, the wings of his nose fluttering weakly. “Babe. Fuck. I didn’t want to do it like this… but you have two choices.”

The knot in your stomach tightened further. Biting your lower lip, you grinded your body against him, relishing in the groan he buried deep in his throat. “Yes?”

His eyes sparkled with the same storm of feelings “The forest… or the back of my car.”

For a few moments, you didn’t realize what Kisame offered there. Then, the lust crashed into you with the weight of a freight truck. Nothing but the deep-seated crave to be close to him, to feel him, to know how it was to be touched by him existed. 

“Hey.” His eyes flashed down to your lips, only to flicker back up. All in a split second. “It’s your choice. All yours. I will just follow your lead.”

A decision. Your choice. Suddenly, it was way hotter than before. The possibilities of the very near future were both so very tempting. Laid out in the back of the truck, hasty hands ripping at flimsy, sweaty clothing, or your back pressed against the rough bark, scratching ever so slightly over your skin as he pumped-!

“The forest,” you said before you could stop yourself, “just… I can’t wait.”

Kisame chuckled as he already started to move. “You don’t know how relieved I am to hear that.” 

His steps were strong and measured as he continued his way, his eyes intently set on your face. There was no doubt on his own, not an inkling of a shadow. Just honest adoration, and for once, without the self-doubts clouding your mind, you were able to see clearly. All too eagerly, you let your hands wander. Over his shoulders, contracting under your touch. Over his neck, adoring every little muscle. Your fingers wandered over his jaw line, just before the boldness inside you boiled over, and you leaned forward to press a small kiss to his cheek. And another, right beside the first one. Your lips moved on their own, mouthing the rough skin with the small pricks of growing stubble. He tasted of summer; heat, sweat and a bit of sunscreen. It was addictive, so much so that you weren’t willing to stop. Not at all, mouthing more and more bites onto his skin, hungrily devouring every centimeter of him, until Kisame groaned loudly into your ear. 

“Fuck, babe. You’re killing me. Give me just a few more seconds,” he groaned. The hands on your ass flexed, eager and more than willing to touch every single part of you. “You’re torturing me.”

“Says the right person. You know exactly how good you look shirtless.”

“Oh? Have you been watching me?”

“Every time you swing your ass into the lake to drag a bunch of rowdy kids out of the water,” you admitted, “I’m watching. Very closely. Just like the rest of the beach-goers.”

Kisame’s smile could have turned the desert itself into an ocean. “I don’t care about the others. The only pair of eyes which matters to me is yours.” He thought for a moment, only to chuckle. “And the rest of you. Your ass is mine.”

Without you noticing, Kisame had already reached the forest and stepped into the cooler shadows. His steps were light and easy, and his arms didn’t tremble one bit despite your weight. Only when he stopped, you broke the intense eye contact. 

When you spotted a nearby tree, a mighty oak with a trunk wide enough to accommodate you, Kisame spoke up. 

“Is that okay for you?”

Just for a moment, you hesitated. Then, you nodded. “It’s perfect.”

Kisame laughed. “Thank fuck. Watch out, babe.”

Only the hint of a warning, but you reacted out of instinct. Carefully, he let you down, teasingly letting your body slide across his torso. Every hard ridge and bump made you close your eyes and pray that he couldn’t feel the overbearing heat of your skin. As you felt the ground beneath your feet, you stayed close to him. Tilting your head up in a silent invitation, you looked up at him. And thankfully, Kisame understood. 

His lips claimed yours once more. It was so easy to forget about everything else. The possibility of getting caught out here in the woods, the chance of being seen from the water, the still lurking doubt. Kisame swept everything away; a big wave crashing into you and drowning everything else out. 

Your hands clawed into the sweaty fabric of his shirt. Fingernails scratched over his abs, while his hands cupped your face. His mouth opened, and together with a weak groan, hushed words brushed over your mouth and chin. 

“Fuck… fuck.” He pressed those two words out like a curse, but you just knew that nothing could be farther from the truth. Not a curse, but a plea. The kiss stopped for just a moment, in which both of your breath’s mingled, mixed, intertwined. Only for his lips to descend upon yours again. The hunger was evident in every careful swipe of his tongue, every greedy move of his lips, every eager finger pulling you close; closer to him. You were hungry for him too. Your lips parted for him, for his taste and his scent, his very essence. 

Rough bark pressed into your back. With a low grumble, Kisame pulled back, only to pepper more kisses down your neck.

The feeling of his lips on your skin like this sent small bursts of raw lightning through you. Your hands threaded themselves into his hair, tried to drag him where you wanted, no, needed him the most. 

You could feel his chuckle more than you could hear it, buried in the curve of your shoulder. “Fuck. You know what I like, huh?”

“For sure,” you breathed out, barely able to think straight, “but why don’t you remind me again?”

“Someone who reacts to everything I do with them,” just to prove a point, his lips nibbled along your clavicle, and your fingers gripped harder into his scalp, “someone who clings to me like their life depends on it, and someone who wants me so much they get vocal about it.”

A little whimper vibrated in your throat. He was so close that his hard dick pressed against you. Even within the restraints of his pants, you could feel the molten heat as well as the size against your soft stomach. You writhed against him, whining deep within your throat. The lust and need clawed at your insides, desperate to break free. You never felt like this before: being utterly consumed by the feelings wrecking havoc, and Kisame was the promise of relief and peace. 

He understood. Without a word, he came up to look into your eyes, while his hands slowly descended upon your clothes. Carefully, almost reverent in their care, he pushed your shirt upwards. When the fabric revealed your stomach, you had to close your eyes for a second, but a hoarse whisper made them snap open once more.

“No. Look at me. Look at me, (Y/N).”

And you did. Even though your pulse fluttered as more and more as your stomach was revealed to him, you kept your eyes open. Out of instinct, you sucked the air in to flatten your stomach. 

He didn’t laugh nor did he chuckle. Thankfully, you probably would have burst into tears if he did that. No, Kisame instead cupped your face with one hand. The other was still curled around the hem of your shirt, his knuckles dragging over your stomach with exquisite, terrifying little tremors. 

“I want you,” he said simply, “I want you so much it hurts.”

“I want you, too,” you whispered, “but… I don’t know if you will look at me the same way if you see me… like this.”

“Then, maybe…” He stepped backwards, and you nearly would have begged him to come back closer. But as his own hands curled around the hems of his open shirt, suddenly, all the worrisome thoughts vanished. You weren’t opposed to Kisame stripping some of his clothes completely off. Not at all. 

Before, you didn’t have the nerves to openly ogle at his wide and muscular chest. Just fleeting glances up to close or some lingering ones from afar. But as he bared himself completely in front of you, accompanied by the teasing slowness of someone who liked to be watched, you stared, studied and watched carefully. 

His knuckles graced ever so slightly over his chest as he pulled at the fabric. One shoulder slipped free, nothing more than a bit more of his skin on display. Nevertheless, your heart stuttered for a second. Your breath as well, rasping over your lips in a silent “Haah…” as Kisame’s arm slid out of the short sleeve. He stopped, grinned, and let his arm flex to tease you even more. His biceps swelled beneath the skin. You could easily believe now that he was able to carry you without a problem. 

“I guess you like what you see.” Not a question, not by a long shot. Just a simple statement, and yet he managed to make you feel silly for ogling him that much. Before you could turn away, his now free arm rose and a big, calloused hand captured your chin with care and gentleness. 

“Do not,” Kisame’s eyes flickered again down your body, touching you with his mere look, “do not think for a moment that I’m not affected by you. Do not think I’m embarrassed by you being affected by me. It’s one of the best compliments for me to see how much you want me.”

The rest of his Hawaiian shirt fluttered to the ground, without any preamble. Carefully, you peaked again at him, letting your eyes roam freely over his skin. Your mouth ran dry at the sight of his perfectly sculpted upper body. But even more tempting was the sight below the waistband, and when your eyes followed the lines of his body downwards, you just had to gasp at the sight. 

“See?” Kisame palmed the distinct bulge in his swimming shorts. “This is all your doing.”

“I haven’t done anything, though.”

“Believe me, you being all over me is more than enough.” He paused for a heartbeat, only to step closer. So close, the bulge nearly brushed against you. 

Your brain couldn’t form a single coherent thought. All of your attention was drawn to his hard dick, clearly visible even beneath the thicker fabric of his shorts.

“And?” His breath ghosted over the top of your head. “I showed you mine, you show me yours?”

“So, that was what you were going for.” And it had somehow the desired effect. You wanted to be closer to him, even more so now. He made himself clear, again and again, was patient and kind, to the point it almost hurt. Another glance towards the insistent bulge in his shorts, only to look into his face again. Accompanied by his intense eyes, you curled your hands into the hems of your own shirt. Still, you paused for another long moment, in which you could listen to Kisame’s labored breathing. Just a tad bit faster than usual, just a little bit heavier than you were used to. And it let the flames in your stomach flare up like a wildfire. 

Shortly, you were blinded by your own shirt as you pulled it over your head. Then, you were bare, apart from the bikini top. Nothing fancy, something which could actually support you, but it was still so much riskier than any of the other swimsuits you had already worn in his proximity. 

He stared at you. You tried not to squirm too much, but only when he shook his head weakly, all the while his eyes still roamed up and down your body, you froze into place.

Then, a grin appeared on his face. “Fuck. You’re even prettier than I thought.” 

Calloused fingertips brushed over your stomach. You gasped, the air nearly punched out of you, but then the touch was already gone. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, and yet, the offending hand was still flexing weakly, like he wanted to touch you again, “I just… can’t believe it.”

“Me neither.” Despite your joking tone, you nearly jerked away when he moved. But he didn’t touch your stomach, just reached out to one of your hands, dangling by your side. “There,” he placed your hand on his chest, right above his sternum, “then we’re even.”

The moment was clearly special. You could feel it in the air, a constant thrum of shy awareness and unbridled lust. Still, you wanted — needed — to keep things slow, as you didn’t want to overwhelm yourself and turn him away. And fuck, you would be insane to turn Kisame away. 

Your hand flattened against his chest. Your fingers stretched out, and still seemed so small in comparison to the rest of him. His skin was warm and slightly wet, either residue of water or a faint sheen of sweat constantly coating him. On anyone else, you would’ve found that prospect slightly disgusting, but on Kisame, you found yourself… intrigued.

Would it be weird to suddenly lick all over him? 

Of course, it would be salty? Or would there be something else?

Fuck, that is way too horny. Way, way too horny.

But you couldn’t help it. With your heart beating like a drum, you leaned forward, glancing up at the man as you did so. His eyes were blown-wide as he probably pieced together what you were doing, but he didn’t stop you. Didn’t stop the contact of your lips with his chest, just held still as you dared to explore his chest with your hand and mouth alike. 

Probably the most daring thing you ever did. Honestly, you were surprised yourself that you did something like this, so bold and confident and so unlike yourself, but when you started to gently nibble at his skin, every other thought was pushed away. 

Salt. Some sunscreen, and a hint of the lake-water, all mixed together with a faint whiff of deep, heavy cologne you couldn’t quite name. A small moan vibrated in the back of your throat as you continued to map out the plane of his chest, edging higher and higher. When you couldn’t go up anymore, you had to stand on your tip-toes to reach further, and even that didn’t help much. 

Kisame’s hands grabbed your waist. Your own arms came up and steadied yourself against the man, while your mouth continued to suck and nibble along the skin you could reach. Your mind reeled with all the new sensations; everything seemed so much more and vibrant: his heat enveloping you, the feeling of his fingers flexing against your waist, his bulge pressing into your stomach. 

When you couldn’t stand on your toes any longer, your mouth slowly wandered down again. Your lips brushed over his pebbled nipple, circled it, peppered small kisses all around the sensitive skin. Just shy of completely touching it. 

His hands on your waist tightened. Just a bit, but together with the first loud sigh from him, told you enough. “Do it,” he hoarsely whispered, the rasp in his throat sending shivers down your spine. “Fuck, please. Do it.”

Well, when he’s asking so nicely…

How could I refuse?

Ever so carefully, you kissed the skin right above the nipple. Then, just after another small glance into his face, you allowed your lips to close around the pebbled nub. Your teeth scraped over his skin, feeling some small hairs the razor missed against your tongue, before flicking the nub with the very tip. 

Kisame outright moaned. Looking up, you could merely see the juncture of his neck and head, as he had thrown his head back and clearly enjoyed the sensations of your mouth. And fuck, if that wasn’t an ego boost, you had no idea what else would. It made you smile, with your heart lurching into your throat, only to go back and lick and suck at the nipple over and over. Your tongue dragged over the nub, lapping at it like a thirsty dog. Kisame trembled, but just buried his face in your hair. His breath felt humid in your hair, but you were only dimly aware of that fact. Feeling the man tremble ever so slightly because of your actions was a way stronger drug than you anticipated. 

When fingers gently wrapped around the back of your neck, you moaned against his chest. His grip was the slightest bit possessive, a hint of desperation, and maybe just a tiny bit painful. He was strong, after all, and his mind was probably gone due to your tongue still playfully flicking over his nipple. At least, you hoped so. 

Your teeth gently closed around the nub. Before you knew it, you tugged at the skin, and you swore you could feel his cock pulse against your lower stomach. 

Kisame’s groan rumbled through his chest, so powerful it rocked your entire body to its core. “Fuck. Fuck, babe. You’re killing me.”

“Hopefully not.” Cheeky as you felt, you laid a kiss onto the other nipple, not yet puckered and wet with your spittle. “I still want you in a different way.” 

“And I definitely want you in any other way.” Kisame groaned as you started to lavish the other nipple with your attention: licking, nibbling and gentle biting to tease and rile him up further. Such an aphrodisiac you had never experienced. Heady confidence encompassed your mind, like a heavy fog urging you forward.

More. More of his taste, more of his sounds, more of his touches. More, all of it. 

I need him. Fuck, I need him so much. 

I need to, I have to…

Before you could lean more into him, reach more and more of his skin with your hands and lips, Kisame sighed heavily. His fingers gently closed around your wrists, forcing you to wake from your lust-driven stupor. 

“My turn,” he stated. His voice was thick and heavy, just like his cock promised to be. Your breath hitched when he let go of your wrists, the fingertips sliding down the inside of your arm. A shudder wandered down your back. His touch was so tentative. His fingers explored your skin like he wanted to commit every minute detail to his memory. Down from your wrist to your elbow, where he lingered, drawing the lines and watching your reactions. 

You tried not to react too much, but his touch tingled. Tingled like the greatest fireworks going off right below the surface. It just took a few seconds to simply break, and a gasp slid out between your lips, and you had to close your eyes to try and control yourself from not simply sinking to your knees. 

Mhm. Maybe not such a bad idea.

Kisame’s fingers didn’t stop. They circled lower, down to the wrists, feeling your heightened pulse beneath his fingertips. He waited, enjoyed, grumbled lowly, only for his hands to jump over to your hips. His big, strong hands which spread over the curve of your hips. 

“You fit so perfectly,” the words ghosted over your face, warm breath and the scent of lightly sour sweat embracing you, “and feel so fucking good.”

His hands squeezed. In the sweltering summer heat, everything felt like it was too much. You shouldn’t try to bury yourself in Kisame’s wide chest, you should be disgusted by the nearly possessive touch of his hands, you should be nervous about him feeling your soft, squishy, fat body up. But you tried, and you weren’t, and you felt the tiniest bit confident as Kisame obviously reveled in the feel of your body in his palms. 

You almost didn’t notice when his fingers slid towards your stomach, but when a curious index finger followed a few stretch marks on your stomach, you breathed sharply in. In comparison to before, this wasn’t a quick slide, but a careful exploration. And also in comparison, you held still instead of reflexively pushing the offending hand away. Even though it was hard, you didn’t move a muscle as Kisame’s hands moved further inward, further toward your stomach and all the fat you carried around. His thumbs met, over the dip of your belly button as our heart beat so loud in your chest, you believed it to jump straight through your rib cage out in the open. 

Due to the proximity, you could hear him swallow. “Please, let me… I want to make you feel so good, babe.”

You were pretty sure he was talking about something more than the petting you both were indulging in. And before you even realized it, you nodded, unable to speak as your tongue was suddenly glued to the roof of your mouth. 

Kisame’s entire face lightened up. “Fuck, yes. Right now, yes?”

“Yes…?”

“Are you sure?”

When you thought you had the man all figured out, he surprised you all over. Out of the few sexual encounters, no man ever really had seemed to care about your level of comfort. Then why did you feel so much better out here in the middle of a forest, with the risk of being spotted by innocent passerbys, than in the bed of one of those past men you slept with? 

You nodded. A conscious, easy decision, and seeing Kisame’s face light up like the sun itself only reassured you in your decision. So, his fingers sneaking down the band of your bikini bottoms didn’t come as much of a surprise. Still, you sucked the air in as you felt them curl around the fabric, only to tuck gently at it. Despite everything, despite his reassurance and you feeling secure with him, you couldn’t help it.

He instantly paused. You could feel his body tense as he tried to make out what went wrong, where he went wrong.  Then, he breathed through his nose, nothing but an airy puff of air ghosting over your temple, followed by his mouth pressing a sweet peck right where his breath had hit your skin just seconds before. 

“‘s okay,” he whispered, “we can always stop. Just say a word and I will-!”

“No, don’t stop. I just…” Another kiss was breathed to your temple, and you nodded. “I just need… a bit longer.”

“Okay.” The fingers withdrew from your bikini bottoms, but stayed close enough to stay on your mind. A threat or a promise, one of the two, and you had to figure out what his touch would do to you quickly. Otherwise, he might be gone within a split second. So, you closed your eyes and breathed, breathed the man in and his very essence. Your fingers gripped his upper arms tighter, knuckles white and hard when his fingers lowered themselves again, carefully toying with the band of your bikini bottoms. Kisame advanced with all the carefulness of the world. Even though your stomach quivered with every featherlight touch, you allowed him to touch you, destroying every single one of the boundaries you subconsciously set for yourself in the gentlest way possible. 

First, he drew line after line around your stomach. Always careful, he followed the hem of your bikini bottoms around your body, happy to indulge himself in such a simple, mindless activity. His breath crashed in harsher and harsher waves against your sweat-stained neck. You could feel some of his jitters against your own body, born out of restlessness and eagerness to go forth, but waiting. Waiting for you. 

Pressing your eyes closed, you nodded. Nodded again when his fingers halted, just right above your ass. More trembles you could feel, only for the man to breathe out in sheer and utter relief. 

“Thank you. God, you’re…” 

His hands instantly sneaked below the band of your bikini bottoms, not caring about your squeal of surprise or your instinctual scramble of limbs. That only led you more into his embrace, pressed against his chest, and against his hard dick.

Kisame chuckled at the look of wide eyes on your face. “Gotta say, babe, your ass feels just perfect.” Another squeal fell from your lips as he squeezed your flesh, thumbs digging into your butt cheeks. “If I weren’t so damn horny for you right now, I might have been tempted to take a little bite.” 

A brief flash of his goddamned perfect teeth made you weak in the knees. This man and his charm would be the death of you, for sure. The only thing you could do was pay him back and forward, somehow. 

“Perhaps there is a chance for that later”, you whispered back. The pleasure of seeing his pupils narrow in on your lips at your words, followed by a third squeeze of your ass, was more than enough. 

“I’m counting on that promise. For now though,” he breathed harshly in, “how about we… get a bit more undressed?” His fingers, still caught beneath the fabric of your bikini bottoms, wiggled around. 

After a moment of hesitation, you nodded. Slowly, but full of knowledge that Kisame was there for you for every step of this journey. The eagerness burning through the nervousness deep down in your stomach helped as well, as you allowed Kisame to slip your bikini bottoms over the curve of your hips and down to your legs. Halfway down, the fabric just slid down your legs, exposing your ass and everything else to the sweltering summer air. 

There wasn’t much time to feel nervous. Your own hands only trembled a little bit when you reached for the strings and waistband of Kisame’s swimming shorts. Feeling his sweaty skin beneath your fingertips, you allowed yourself to stray a little bit. 

It’s just so goddamn tempting.

Just a little bit, okay?

You had never been with a guy like Kisame before: so muscular that he could model for a sport’s magazine. So, your fingers of course had to follow the sharp V of his hip bones, feeling the roughness of the skin as well as watching how the man sucked sharply some air in at the tentative touches. Looking up, you found his eyes already intensely studying your face. A small flash of his teeth, and he leaned back against the tree. The back of his head hit the bark, exposing his neck in a silent invitation.

Touch me more, if you want. Right now, I only belong to you. 

You bit your lips at the gesture. Thus, letting your hands quickly drift lower felt right, ghosting over the tented fabric of the shorts, only to nestle with the strings of the shorts. And even though he looked absent-minded and detached, Kisame’s hands joined yours, helped to push and shove and pull the obscuring fabric out of the way. 

The freed erection sprung out of the shorts. You gasped, one hand flying to your mouth at the sheer size of the dick. Every little detail about it seemed so important, illuminated in the hot summer air: cleanly shaven, circumcised, the head already weeping translucent tears which had dried previously in his shorts, only to now roll down the entire shaft. Big and obviously heavy, the cock curved ever so slightly to the left. Way bigger than you had ever seen before. 

Would that even… I mean, I’m pretty sure I can close one hand around him, but just… barely. 

Does he even fit into any condoms? 

“Don’t worry,” Kisame’s dark rumble made you tear your eyes away from a few more spurts of pre rolling down the heavy cock, “I will prepare you thoroughly for this.”

“We don’t have…” You swallowed thickly as you stared at his cock, heavy and oh so tempting, trying to find your voice and thoughts alike. “You don’t happen to have some protection on you?”

Every movement of Kisame stopped. That alone said more than enough, but when he groaned like a wounded animal and let his face fall into the crook of your neck, you knew for sure.

His mouth moved against your skin, his muffled voice tickling ever so slightly. “I’m almost tempted to say fuck it and ask if you want it raw, but even though I can be an asshole, I’m not that kind of asshole.”

“Very good to know. And very responsible.” You chuckled weakly as you felt his huff against your neck.

“Fuck responsibility. For weeks now, I’ve dreamed of getting inside you and staying in there until I’m completely spent. And now, when I’m so close…” Another sigh breathed across your skin, then Kisame snuggled even closer. “Fuck.”

“Fuck, indeed,” you echoed. “But…”

Kisame paused. Every muscle in his body went taut; rock-hard against yours. A wolf, ready to pounce onto his prey at any second. “But?”

“I mean, I’m not sure if I could fit you in my mouth…”

“And I would never ask for that.”

“Mhm, I also need time for that certain endeavor. But right now, I definitely want to see you cum.” The words were out before you even realized what you were saying. With your face growing warm, you held Kisame’s look as you said: “I at least want to see what you did to yourself when you thought about me.”

He hummed, eyes scanning your face intently. “Aw, you can say it. Then I might make good on my promise to eat you up. Because I cannot wait to taste you, babe.”

You were pretty sure he was teasing you. Still, you had to gather all your courage first before you formed the fateful demand you had. “I want to watch while you fuck my hand, thinking about me. I want to watch you come undone. I want you to cum all over yourself.”

A deep, wounded groan erupted from the man, and he closed his eyes again as he leaned harder against the tree. “Babe, that was… holy fuck. When you’re like this… I nearly came right then and there.” 

That Kisame was already this close, and nearly reached its peak just because you stated what you wanted from him loud and clear, let another powerful rush wash over you. Every cell in your body burned, sung, vibrated in its eagerness to get on with it. 

Fuck.

Indeed.

So, Kisame liked it when you were confident? Hiding behind the nervousness was easier, but at the same time… you wanted to give this man so much back. He had been calm, reassuring, so benevolent in all of his actions, that you wanted desperately to give him just a fraction of the pleasure he had given you already. So, you swallowed your nerves down, stepped forward, and wrapped your hand around his twitching dick. 

The gasp you elicited from him was music to your ears. But even more than the wonderfully strained sounds he let out, you were interested in the cock in the grasp of your hand. 

There was no other word for it. The few you had seen so far really didn’t measure up to the word “cock” anymore. Big and heavy, it laid in your hands. You could feel the veins against your skin, running right below his. The head was weeping still; more and more pre spilling over the top of the purple-ish crown and coating your hand. 

You had to test the waters. Carefully, you let your hand drift from the middle up to the head of Kisame’s cock. His body strained, obviously trying not to move, as you took your sweet time to torture him a little bit.  Reaching the tip, you let your thumb run over the little slit, the source of all the wetness, spreading it more and more around with slow, deliberate motions across the sensitive spot. Back and forth, just back and forth and enjoying the twitches you could feel in your palm. 

“Enjoying yourself, babe?” Kisame asked. For a moment, you thought he sounded like always: a bit cocky, lots of confidence, and incredibly calm. Though, as your thumb continued swiping across the head of his cock, you could see some changes. There was a flush spread across his face, just along the lines of his cheekbones and over the bridge of his nose. A rasp distorted his words the tiniest bit, the soft grumble making a shiver wander down your spine. And his eyes, half-lidded and slightly unfocused, were still fixated on you like his life depended on it. 

“Kinda”, you answered. Ever so gently, you let your thumb run another circle around the head, before luxuriating in the feeling of the entire cock twitching in your grasp as you stroked downward. Kisame gasped, and a smile broke out on your face. “On second thought, I really enjoy this.”

“Good.” The man laughed hoarsely, only to moan at your continued touches. “Because I won’t make it for long. I clearly waited too long for this.” But Kisame grinned at you; a tired, breathless, deliriously happy grin. He hadn’t wanted it any other way, even if it might have not been the way he planned today to go. 

And honestly, you also wouldn’t want it any other way. You didn’t have any expectations towards this day, at least not high ones. Surviving the date with Kisame without making a total fool out of yourself had been one. Doing anything remotely sexual with him hadn’t even come to your mind, but here you were: badly hidden away in the forest, half-undressed and obviously horny beyond belief, as you were jerking Kisame off and were dripping at the prospect of being eaten out by him. 

Your hand sped up, fueled by the increasing wetness and his sounds. His hips bucked upwards, seeking the friction and pleasure. Gently, you let your fingers run across his cock. The dick twitched in your palm, more and more wetness coating your fingers and his skin. This allowed you to go faster; watching Kisame unravel at the seams with every upward stroke and being pulled together with every move downwards. His eyes were screwed close, mouth agape, the hands balled into fists like he had to hold onto something to keep the last bits of his composure. 

But you wanted to see him fall apart completely. By your hands, no less. So, you tried to find that sweet, sweet rhythm which the man liked the best, just to achieve your goal. And you believed you had found it, as the man gasped out loud.

“Babe,” Kisame groaned, “I really can’t-!”

“It’s okay,” you answered, “it’s okay.”

A tired grin flashed over his face. “Of course it’s okay. You’re doing this to me.” 

You had to grin back. Your fingers twisted, caressed, loved the cock, right until the point Kisame’s entire body suddenly tensed up. The orgasm broke out of him with the force of water exploding out of a broken faucet. A deep, guttural groan ripped itself out of his mouth, as white ribbons shot out of his spasming cock. Right over your fingers, spurting up to the underside of his chest, and dribbling down in long lines. Hot and heavy, the cum clung to his sweaty skin, running down with every heaving, shutter-y breath the man took. When his eyes fluttered open, his look seemed unfocused, hazy even, and it took Kisame a few moments to gather his brain back together. 

In those few moments, you allowed yourself to take the entire picture of him in. The man was even sweatier than before, hair adorably tussled and red in the face. If his body had been tense before, his muscles now had clearly relaxed to the point he didn’t use the tree behind him for support anymore, but to keep himself upright entirely. His chest moved like he had just run a marathon, more of his cum — thick and blindingly white — still running down his chest and stomach. His cock, still in your grasp and still hard, softened slowly in your hand, but continued twitching in small spasms as you continued to jerk him through the aftermath of his orgasm. Kisame groaned again, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing. 

“Yeah, just like… Shit, babe…”

“You’re gorgeous.” The words slipped out before you could control yourself. You could feel your face heat up, but continued nevertheless. After what just happened, it would be more than silly to keep genuine compliments to the man to yourself. “And you really…?” 

“Every single time you visited the beach.” Kisame chuckled. One of his hands rose, fingers dipping into one of the quickly cooling streaks of cum splattered across his stomach. “And every night, I would finish so hard I saw stars. But this,” he sighed, “this is even better.”

Silence spread between the two of you. The few more moments of peace allowed you the attempt to clean Kisame a bit up. His half-hard, half-soft cock was gently tugged back into his swimming shorts, and you were in the middle of cleaning up the first streaks of cum across his lower stomach, when one of his hands gently grasped your wrist. 

“Leave it,” Kisame whispered, “that was all you, after all.” 

Before you could answer, he leaned in. His lips found yours, stealing a quick kiss and a nibble of sharp teeth. “Now let me take a bite, too.”

“What are you-!” Quick like a shark in water, Kisame had turned the tides. His hands easily handled your body, until you found yourself in his position: Back pressed against the rough bark of the tree and overshadowed by this tower of a man. All of a sudden, you were again heavily aware of your own unprotected state: just a bikini top covering your boobs, otherwise you were painfully naked and still horribly aroused. You tried to secretly rub your thighs together to relieve some of the horniness, but the only thing you noticed was how more slick was slathered across your inner thighs. 

Kisame noticed, of course. His lazy grin widened by a fraction, before he sunk to his knees right in front of you. 

“Do you want to try this?”

Quickly, you nodded. Fuck, you wanted this so much. And even though it was scary, you allowed Kisame to manhandle one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up to him and his intense eyes. His hands stroked over your bare ass, gently soothing some of the nervousness, before he laid a small kiss onto your inner thigh. His breath ghosted in harsh waves over your wet pussy, to the point you worried that you were dripping all over him. 

“I’m starting slow, okay?” A questioning look was thrown at you. “And tell me when you feel-!”

“Uncomfortable, yes.” You almost didn’t recognize your own voice: So breathy, needy and almost harsh. To soften the tone, you reached over, finger sinking into his sweat-slicked hair, and let your fingertips run through it. He leaned into your touch, cheek smothered against your thigh and eyes twinkling in badly hidden mischief. “Please, Kisame. Get on with it. At this point, I’m way too horny to care.”

The embarrassment would come later.

Kisame chuckled, but obliged. Without any fanfare, his fingers sunk into the locks between your legs. He was careful, gently spreading your lower lips apart and coating his fingers in your wetness before advancing further. 

Subconsciously, you spread your legs a bit wider. Fuck, you were shaking, and only Kisame and his needy breath with whispered words crammed in between kept you upright. “You’re being so brave. I can feel you, so, so eager for my touch. So sweet, sexy and fucking hot.”

His fingers teased your clit, playing with the small pearl but not giving you any kind of pressure. He rolled the button around, making you whine and roll your hips into him in your feeble attempt to receive more.

“You have to tell me what you want, babe.” 

“Fuck you,” you pressed through gritted teeth, “you’re… oh please!”

Kisame licked again over your clit. Just a short touch of his tongue, like a kitten tasting milk for the first time. “Yes?” he asked, tone as innocent as one could act.

“Please, Kisame…” You weren’t too proud to beg. Not anymore at least. You tried to inch your hips closer to him; to him and the promise of a mind-shattering orgasm. “Please, I really can’t wait anymore. Please.”

The mischief in his eyes softened. One of his fingers rested on your clit, not moving an inch yet hinting at what was about to come. “Because you asked so nicely. Hold on babe, and scream as loud as you want.”

You held your breath as his index and middle finger slipped lower, circling your entrance. Another long moment in which you waited with bated breath passed, eager like a common whore as you stood there: Leaning against the tree and with one leg hooked over Kisame’s shoulder, so eager and wet for him you could hear the sounds of his fingers pressing into you in the air. 

His fingers stretched you almost painfully. Just a small twinge, just a certain edge of pain taking some lust away, yet heightening the experience into infinity. A whine drifted through the air, high and oh-so-needy, and only moments later you realized that that whine left your own mouth. God, you needed him so badly. Needed him like you needed air, like you needed sunlight, like you needed sugar sometimes. A deep, painful crave, and one you could satisfy with just your words.

“Please,” whining and unable to stop yourself, you rolled your hips into his fingers, “please, Kisame! Oh fuck, I’m-!”

“You’re so fucking hot, babe.” His rough whisper easily carried over your own breathless pants. “And from what I can tell… you’re going to taste absolutely delicious.” 

You could feel the tip of his nose nudging against your clit, with his fingers only halfway inside. They stayed still for now, just trembling from time to time as Kisame’s lips nibbled, caressed and tasted, but you could feel them ever so slightly curl.

And they hit that perfect spot. A gasp flew from your mouth, as stars and fire shot through your entire body. 

“Kisame!”

His chuckle was breathed right against your wet folds, making you shiver yet again. “Oh, I do like the sound of that.”

“Please, I can’t…” Your head shook left and right, as your mouth was unable to form any coherent sounds. “I can’t wait, I can’t-!”

“Alright, babe. Alright.” Kisame licked in a long stripe all over your pussy. He obviously relished in your trembling breath, the way your body tensed up, and the way your mouth spilled more senseless begs to make him get on with it. Finally, his fingers inside of you slipped deeper, right up to his knuckles, only for his tongue to playfully lick over your clit and tease it.

With a long moan, the back of your head hit the bark of the tree. Your hips rolled into his fingers, which started to slowly fuck in and out of you. The squishy sounds were mingling with your stuttered breathing, but the pleasure roaring through your veins was worth every second of it. 

His tongue was talented and as nimble as his fingers. The very tip flicked against your clit time over and over, only for him to dig deeper and rim your stuffed hole with his fingers twitching inside. Kisame himself was full of abandon; clearly sinking himself deeper and deeper into the task at his hands. Still gently fucking his fingers in and out of you, his lips wandered back up, only to close around your clit and start gently sucking. The suction was too much for you.

“Oh fuck!” Pleasure pulsed through you with the might of an earthquake. You had to bite your lips to keep yourself from making too many sounds, but your hips rolled on their own into Kisame’s mouth. The man hummed, obviously pleased with your reaction, only to suck even harder. His fingers picked up speed, moving and spreading apart and curling, aiming right into that little spot which made you see blindingly white stars. 

The orgasm had built over the entirety of the date. No, actually, it had been built since you had laid your eyes on Kisame, and since he had smiled his first wickedly sexy smile at you. Now, with your back pressing so hard against the tree that it hurt and with this gorgeous, gentle, wonderful man burying his man between your legs, the peak was so quickly approaching you had no time to warn him in any way. Every muscle in your body seemed to tense up, pull together — only to fall apart just a moment later. A weak gasp wrung itself from your mouth, quickly followed by a long, low moan from the very depths of your soul.

“Kisame…” you sighed. “Fuck… okay, that’s…”

He laughed again, the warm rumble vibrating against your clit. His licks and little sucks turned into kisses and nibbles, gently bringing you down from the peak back to earth. It hurt a little bit, but he followed every little motion of your body like he could read your body like a book. Looking down, you noticed that you had buried your hands in his hair, subconsciously pulling him closer into your body. Insatiable, always hungry, trying to devour him with every fiber of your being — shamelessly having taken what he so graciously offered. Carefully, you loosened your grip on him, stroking and combing through his sweaty, dark hair.

Kisame gave your pussy a last, longing lick, then looked up. His chin and the area around his mouth were slick with spit and your own wetness, and with his hair disheveled even more than usual, he looked the part of a man being caged by a woman who hadn’t had a good orgasm in years.

Well, that part is definitely true. Every other one pales in comparison to this one.

“I was right.” His eyebrows wiggled. “You’re fucking delicious.” 

“And you’re absolutely filthy.” Again, you let your fingers run through his hair. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize. I wanted to do this for you. And also for myself.”

“Mhm…” Still, you couldn’t help but wince as you watched the big man get up and hear his knees cracking. What he also couldn’t hide was the renewed boner in his swimming shorts. Because there was absolutely no way he was still hard after that massive orgasm he had just a bit ago. 

Kisame rose to his feet again, one hand brushing off his knees, the other flying up to wipe a lick of your mixed liquids off his cheek. He mustered his thumb for a moment, only to quickly lick off the substance. “Might get addicted to this.”

You let your eyes linger on the bulge in his shorts. “I can see that.”

“All you. But don’t worry. For now,” Kisame sighed dramatically, “I can live like this. I’m definitely less pent-up now. And…”

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure now?”

For a moment, you had to think about what Kisame meant. Your brain worked, until the earlier conversation popped back into mind. “Oh… Yeah.”

“Yeah, like yes, or yeah like, “yes, I remember”?”

“Yeah, like… yes.” You felt your face warm up. Your eyes darted over the ground, getting caught at the fabric of your shorts and bikini bottoms. Right, you were still mostly naked. Stepping away from Kisame gave you a small moment of reprieve, but as you bent over to pick up your clothes, you could feel his eyes on your butt, scanning every little centimeter of skin. As you straightened out, you tried to find the words while not trying to think about the fact that he was still ogling your ass.

“Yes,” you turned around, while folding the fabric over your arms, “I’m feeling… definitely better. About you, about - about us, this… A lot better.”

Kisame flashed you a bright smile. “Sounds good to me. Well then… As much as I love to watch you like this, how about we still continue the date?”

“More than fine by me.” You smiled back. Nothing bad happened. Kisame had been nice about everything, understanding of your reservations and insecurities, and he didn’t laugh one time.

The sky was still in place, not shattered, and the sun was still shining. The world was still alright. And this… this could maybe work. 

One day at a time. Calm down, one fucking day at a time.

Quickly, you pulled your clothes back on. Kisame merely picked up his shirt, which he had haphazardly discarded before, and his eyes followed your every move as you stepped into the bikini bottoms. You only caught him staring when you were done adjusting the band around your stomach, making sure the fat rolls were again safely secured and covered. “Uhm… what is it?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just…”

“What?”

Kisame reached over. Out of instinct, you took his hand, despite not having pulled on your shorts yet. The man started to walk back into the direction where you two had come from, and you were forced to follow his gentle lead. “In the danger of sounding ignorant and self-absorbed, but I can’t wait to get into the lake.”

“Hey, I totally get you. You’re still…”

“Sweaty? Messy? Hey, if you would use a dark light on me, I would glow like a murder scene.”

A silly little giggle broke out of you. “I’m pretty sure, yes. So, a good swim it is.”

Kisame hummed. Your joined hands and arms swung weakly between the two of you, as you walked through the forest. “A good swim first. Then some food. And maybe…”

“Yes?”

“If you want to, we can go back to my place. I have some condoms and no shift tomorrow morning. And,” he squeezed your hand, “my bed is really big, sturdy and definitely more comfy than the tree.” 

An offer. A more than tempting offer for more: more of Kisame, more pleasure, and more confidence. You breathed in, breathed out, then squeezed his hand back.

“Yeah. Sounds really good to me, too.”

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[historicfailure]

Again, you visit the lake. This time though, you have some other company than your nephew. And that company is very keen on you realizing what you could be missing.

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Hey there! Another chapter, and slowly, things start to come together ;D I'm having fun with this fic, and I will definitely write more for Kisame in the future. Thank you all for following this fic and leaving lovely comments, they mean so much to me! But anyways, have fun with this new chapter ^^

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“I tell you, he is checking you out.”

“He isn’t. He’s working.”

“Ohh, you need to open your eyes then.” Maimi laid back onto her towel as she readjusted her sunglasses. Stretching and sighing before finally settling down and relaxing into the ground, she shrugged. “I see it clearly.”

“Clean your glasses then.” The sand beneath your fingers ran through the cracks of your hand like water. Stubbornly, you kept your eyes down on said sand and to not stare at said water, and possibly spot said ‘he’ your sister was so insistent about. 

Visiting the lake again, just a few days after the cake-incident, had been a mistake. Especially with the annoying pest your sister sometimes could be—even now—when you both were supposed to be adults. 

You rolled your eyes. Maimi wasn’t able to see anything. First, you sat upright beside her, turned towards the water while trying to pointedly avoid looking at the lake. An impressive feat in itself, if you dared to say so yourself. Second, it was more likely she either stared up to the sky, or even had her eyes closed as the sun was burning onto the beach without mercy, and today you had no luck in being able to seek shelter in the shadows. And third—!

“Well,” again, she shrugged, ruffling the towel below her a bit more, “the way he only talked to you when we arrived was very telling at least.”

You groaned like a wounded animal. “He was only doing his job. And was friendly, because I baked him a cake.”

“A cake?” Suddenly, Maimi sat up. She shoved her sunglasses onto her forehead, so she could squint at you properly. “He didn’t say anything about cake. What cake?”

“Goddamn…”

“Language.”

“According to your son,” you nodded into Kaya’s direction, who was blissfully unaware, “I can’t even say “fudge," so what am I left with?”

“The entire width of animal names and lego bricks," she replied easily and without a blink. “Now, spill your secrets. What cake?”

“Oh my god, stay calm, will you? I just made a cake for Kisame and brought it here as a thank-you for… well, rescuing me.”

“For the rescue out of knee-deep water?”

“Exactly that one.” You rolled your eyes. “I had to do something for him, right? Just something small.”

“What did you bake for him?”

“Is this an interrogation?”

“It wouldn’t have to be, if you would give me all the details when we originally talked about it," Maimi hissed. 

Your sister always had been nosy: always interested in your love life and always insistent to know what was going on for you. For some time after Kaya’s birth, she left you alone, but lately she started to act up again. Especially if you met someone new, which didn’t happen for quite some time.

So, her interest in Kisame and you baking some cake for him was kind of validated. Not fully, of course, as she was still incredibly nosy, but it really didn’t come as a surprise.

Maimi suddenly squealed. Instantly, her arm shot up and she waved, full of excitement and giggles. Looking up, you barely saw how Kisame’s arm fell again into the water beside him, only to turn around and call out to the children. Slowly, they all lined up, little ducklings following their mother, and together, they all swam and walked back onto the land.

Maimi weakly whistled. “Hot damn. And what does he do otherwise, again?”

“Personal trainer in a gym,” you answered, pouting weakly, “but he would like to do the lifeguard-gig full time.”

“Oh, I bet he would. Caring, ready to jump to action at any given moment, good with children… If I wasn’t married to Baki, I would go for him.”

“You wouldn’t go for him, just wait until you enraptured him enough to make him come up to you.”

Your sister shrugged. “True. But they always feel so good about themselves when they come and talk to me. Why should I take that away from them? Anyway,” again, she shrugged, “I don’t have a chance with this specimen.”

You rolled your eyes to the point it actually hurt a bit. “He isn’t interested in me.”

“Oh, he is totally looking at you any chance he gets. Like, right now.”

You couldn’t help it. Instinctively, you looked up from the sand and regretted it almost instantly. There was Kisame, emerging from the water. His red swim shorts clung to his thighs like a second skin, leaving almost nothing to the imagination, right until the moment he loosened the fabric to be a bit more appropriate. His entire body glistened due to both the summer sun and the amount of sunscreen he probably wore to protect himself over the day constantly out in the sun. At first, he wasn’t looking in your direction, but turned to check on the children again, who were still neatly lined up behind him. One headcount later and the man turned his back to the lake. And you swore, fucking swore, that he looked directly at you, even over the distance between the lakeside of the beach and your own position, basically close to the medical hut. 

You couldn’t let your head drop faster, but Maimi noticed of course. She wiggled her eyebrows in the same way she did when she watched Magic Mike for the first time. “He is definitely checking you out.”

“Don’t be ridiculous," you hissed. 

“He is checking you out. Damn, now I really have no doubts that he could easily carry you anymore.”

“Stop it.”

“In his arms, you said? Like a bride or a damsel in distress?” 

“Stop it!”

“Oh, he is so coming over here. Look at him walk. Uuuuuuh, I get goosebumps just looking at him.”

“Can you shut up,” you hissed, “just for two seconds?”

“But I’m telling you, he wants to talk to you!”

“Don’t be—!”

“Hey.”

Your head snapped back up so fast your neck hurt. It didn’t matter. Kisame loomed over you, in all his dripping wet glory, hair hanging slightly into his face and hands propped upon the “V” of his hipbones. His cocky grin widened a bit as your mouth dropped open, but no word came out. “Good to see you again.”

“It’s… Uhm, it’s good to be back.” You desperately tried to not stare at the very obvious bulge in his swim shorts. But it was hard. Very hard. It basically hung right into your face! You smiled up at him, even though you felt how the tell-tale heat of embarrassment and nervousness rose into your face. “Had a nice swim?”

“Oh, yeah. Water is perfect today. Clear and cool, and not that many people I have to watch out for. Want to join me?”

“Oh no,” you laughed as you shook your head, “I wouldn’t want to disturb you. I’m perfectly fine here, no worries.”

With the grace of a panther, Kisame kneeled down before the towel. His knees hit the sand, both his hands draped over his knee, showing off the corded muscles right beneath the skin. His face was at the same level as yours, and out of sheer instinct, you drew your legs closer and slung your arms around them. Hiding your body, shying just the tiniest bit away from the man and his intense gaze, which was so focused on you that it felt like you would burst into flames at any given moment. 

“You’re not a disturbance,” he said, “and I would gladly show you around the lake.” 

Your heart thundered in your chest. A tremble wandered through you at the offer. If you were more hopeful, you could think that Kisame actually wanted to go for a swim with you, to get to know you even better than during a talk over cake, to experience something alongside you. 

But you weren’t hopeful. It had to be some kind of Samaritan kindness, forcing him to offer a swim around the lake with someone like you, when he could have literally anyone else on this beach salivating over him.

“Thanks,” you said, “but I don’t think—”

“She doesn’t think she can wait too long for that swim," Maimi interrupted. “Want her phone number? So you can, you know, talk about the details?”

Only then, Kisame turned his head to look at your sister. “Of course, I want the number.”

Maimi’s elbow in your side made you flinch. “(Y/N)? Your number… Or his number. Come on.”

You could watch yourself from the outside reaching for your bag and rummaging through it, until finally, your fingers scratched over your phone. Watch yourself unlocking your phone and opening the notes app, where you had your own number saved—you couldn’t be bothered to memorize your own number. Watch yourself give out your number, with Kisame nodding along and your sister almost vibrating in excitement.

You only returned to your own body when Kisame got back up onto his feet. “Alright,” he said, smiling down on you, “then I will text you about our meeting. It will be fun. Promise.”

“Can’t wait,” you answered, short and sweet, before remembering your manners, just a little. “Can’t wait to talk to you.”

His brilliant, honest smile almost hurt to look at. Then, he was gone, and only your eyes followed his wide back right until he vanished on top of the lifeguard-seat.

“What the fuck,” you turned to Maimi, “did you just do there!?”

Your sister had the audacity to shrug. “I prevented you from making a colossal mistake. Now, you have a number and a date. No need to thank me.”

“I don’t…” You shook your head. “Can’t you see he’s doing this out of… I don’t know, pity? I’m not his type.”

“Sweetie, you’re so blind. Not once he looked at me. Not for a second. Or,” Maimi added, “at anyone else, for that matter.” Her index finger poked your arm. “He only ever looked at you. He didn’t do this out of pity. This man wants you, and you and your stupid insecurity nearly destroyed your chance of being happy!”

The seed of truth swinging in her words made her statement even more painful. It stung, being confronted so suddenly with the cause of why you were so adamantly against a date with the good-looking lifeguard. 

The only way to defend yourself against Maimi was to push forward. Years of sisterly fights and petty arguments taught you that much. So, you crossed your arms over your chest, all the while glaring at your sister. “Whatever I do or not do with anybody is literally none of your business. You have no right to get involved in my life. So, next time you want to play cupid, don’t make me your target to practice on.”

“I just want you to be happy.”

“Well, this is not the way to make me happy, okay? Just…” You sighed out. “Just leave me alone. What I do with my body and my fat and my anxiety doesn’t have to bother you.”

When Maimi reached out, with her hand softly touching your shoulder, her expression changed. From playful and a bit teasing to serious and caring; so much so that you couldn’t bear to look into her face. So, your eyes closed and your head dropped, while Maimi murmured more words into your ears you didn’t want to hear, yet hungered for them for a long time without being aware of them.

“You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be seen by someone. You deserve to be loved by someone who sees what an amazing, wonderful, beautiful person you are. Whenever I look at you, I want to scream and shout, because it can’t be that you put yourself down like that just because the beauty standard of today’s society is so screwed up. You look fantastic.”

Her fingers on your shoulder shifted, quickly turning into a little hug, which quickly turned into a long, drawn-out hug full of support and love and care. A hug which brought tears to your eyes. 

“You deserve all the love,” Maimi mumbled into your ear, “and you deserve to be able to give all your love to someone who cherishes you. I want you to see what I see whenever I look at you. And if it takes a hot lifeguard to make you see that, I will move heaven and hell to make it happen.”

And for once, you couldn’t argue against that. So, you returned the hug, closed your eyes and let yourself fall into your big sister’s arms. Even though you two would bicker and argue, you always had each other’s back at the end of the day. And just for a moment, you allowed yourself to truly believe that you deserved all of what Maimi promised, and even more than that.

Romantic love.

A relationship.

A good, hot, caring boyfriend.

… Or something like that.

~ X ~

The first message came earlier than you expected. You were in the middle of packing up Kaya’s toys into the bag Maimi handed to you, when your phone chimed. Without looking, you checked the screen. An unknown number had sent a message. 

Maybe a potential client. So, you clicked on the message.

> Hey. It was great seeing you again today. I would be free this weekend for that aforementioned swim.

Kisame. Out of instinct, you stood up and looked around, right back over your shoulder into the direction of the lifeguard-seat. And there he was: dressed again in his white tank-top and red swim shorts, one hand casually propped against the wood of the heightened seat, the other busy holding the phone. A pair of sunglasses sat on his nose, but you definitely saw his head move, looking at your direction.

Your heart fluttered. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, triple-fuck. Nervously, you gave back a small wave, nothing more than a short twitch of your hand raised to your own shoulder-level. Meanwhile, your thoughts were running rampant.

What the fuck do I do now?

Ignore. Ignore and act like you didn’t read it.

He saw me read it! I can’t act like I didn’t see his messages now!

That would be terribly rude. 

You breathed in, breathed out. Sure. You could do this. With Maimi’s reassurances running through your head, you slowly typed out a message, erased it, only to type again and hit ‘send’ before you could chicken out again.

> Hey back. :) Sorry, this weekend is filled with client meetings on my side. Do you have some space next week?

There. Your fingers trembled ever so slightly as you stuffed the phone into the pocket of your shorts. A giant leap forward, into Kisame’s direction. And into the direction of a massive breakdown, born by anxiety, nervousness and confidence issues, but right now, you focused your mind onto the task at hand: clearing the space from any of the traps Kaya laid out and buried in the sand for an unsuspecting guest at the beach to step onto it. 

When you looked up from your task, Kisame wasn’t standing at the lifeguard-seat anymore. Your eyes scanned the entire beach, hoping and fearing to catch another glimpse of him, but he was probably out in the water, saving lives, or went back to the lifeguard-hut to take a break. Thankfully, as you probably would have lost your nerves and freaked out over the offer. 

At least, you were nice and cordial with your message, right? And it wasn’t even a lie, you had client meetings at the weekend, and you had no idea how long the discussions about the graphic designs would take. 

Maybe he uses that as a reason to call it off…

I don’t know if I want him to call the meeting off or not.

I would be heartbroken if he did that. But I’m way too nervous to actually face him!

A truly horrendous dilemma. You sighed as you placed Kaya’s last toy in the bag. Nothing to be done about it now. You could only sit and wait for Kisame to answer.

And if he didn’t… Well, that was an answer in itself. 

But you didn’t have to wait for long. The beach was just a few meters behind you, with Kaya and Maimi walking hand in hand, your nephew babbling to his mother full of childish excitement, when your phone vibrated again. Way too quickly, you ripped the phone out of your pocket to stare at the screen. 

> that’s a shame. Next week, I have all the early shifts at the lake, but if you come here around 2pm, I will be free. Can’t wait. 

Can’t wait. 

Does he mean that? Does he truly mean that?

Fuck, I need a new bathing suit. A new bikini, tankini, anything. Just something new and exciting, because he could have taken his chance here and backed out, and he fucking didn’t, what do I do, what do I do—!

“And?” Maimi’s voice ripped you out of the first throes of your panic. “Got a nice message?”

Her voice was dripping with sweet, sweet innocence. However, you didn’t have the mental strength to argue back, not even to tell her to shut up. With your heart racing, you turned to the only person who could help you in your current situation.

“Please… Help me.”

And like the great big sister she was, Maimi did help. Without many questions asked, but with an annoying, cocky grin always smothered on her face.

(Just this once, you allowed it to remain there. After all, she kicked this meeting into motion.)

~ X ~

> I will come by next week then. Is Wednesday okay for you?

> More than okay for me. After the swim, want to go and grab some food?

> sure. :) 

> I would love to eat some of your cake again… but thats of course just hopeful wishing on my part. 

> If you want to, I can bring some cake again. I don’t mind.

> Thank you. You’re an angel. 

> any preferences?

> I am not a picky eater. Maybe your own favorite cake?

> will do. Soooo… Tuesday, 2pm, with cake?

> With cake. Lunch/dinner will be on me.

~ X ~

“That’s… good, right?” 

Maimi peeked over your shoulder. Her eyes quickly scanned the screen of your phone, where the playful messages between Kisame and you blinked away. She raised both her eyebrows, then, after a short glance at you, read through the messages again. 

“So… what?” you asked. “Is that good?”

“Wait. I’m thinking.”

“About what?”

“If baking him a second cake casually when you only bake cakes for me when it’s my birthday is an insult or not.” Maimi laughed, then shook her head. “No, relax. That’s good. Really good, actually! Look!” She handed you your phone back. “He’s engaging with you, initiates and offers more stuff to do, and he extends the swimming date for a late lunch or dinner! Oh man, he’s a bag of gold.”

“Oh.” With your face growing warm, you tugged your phone back. Just for another second, your eyes raked over the texts, before stuffing the phone back into your bag. 

“Alright!” Maimi clapped her hands together. “No more worries! You have a date, and we’re here to make sure you look your absolute best!”

Here was the mall of the city, and it especially meant the one and only sport-orientated shop the mall harbored. From the outside, you could look through the glass of the big windows, and watch the many thin people walk around proudly, with their skin-tight clothing and the confidence matching their outfits. 

Subconsciously, you grabbed the strap of your bag a little bit tighter. You absolutely didn’t want to go in there, but it was the only shop with some bathing suits available. Sure, you could try internet-shopping, but the hassle of sending back all the items you wouldn’t need made you cringe.

No, in comparison, the small trip to the mall and inside your personal hell was the better deal.

Maimi, of course, had no reservations. She reached for your hand, took it into hers, and tugged you into the shop. The electric beat swallowed you whole, just her hand as your guidance and lifeline.

I fucking hate stores for sport articles.

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