I have this AU where naruko realizes that she can tell all her problems to hinata without receiving a reprimand from her for what she considers her best friend, but after seeing injuries on hinata’s body, she will realize that not only hinata hides things from her, but also that not all families are as good as she believed.
(Sorry if not understood, English is not my first language)
“The HPSC is doing what?” Present Mic asked Nedzu incredulously.
Nedzu’s smile was tense. “The HPSC is concerned about the recent attack at the USJ and are choosing to intervene. A student of theirs will be transferring into Class 1-A in order to watch for a potential traitor in the school.”
.
.
.
Or, Hatake Kakashi is reincarnated into bnha with a quirk that makes even All for One look like child’s play. And in his eyes, anyone in UA could be the traitor he’s looking for.
…
New fic rec!
This is only one chapter so far, but all of Asteroid_Duck’s works are pretty great (I recomend checking out some their other works as well!) and the concept for this one hooked my interest pretty hard, so I feel confident in giving this one five stars even for how little I’ve seen of it so far. And don’t worry, in my experience this author usually updates pretty regularly.
I’ve always been dying for a ‘protagonist can summon Naruto ninja edo tensei style’ fic set in MHA, and the fact that the protag is Kakashi makes it instantly ten times better. I can’t wait to see where it goes…
2.5k word Hashimada fanfic taking place immediately after Izuna’s death (first part) and in the early phases of the development of the Hidden Leaf (second part). An exploration of Madara’s grief and how he and Hashirama have recovered differently.
warningfor canonical character death (Izuna), heavy angst associated with grieving a family member, dissociation (emotional numbness), self-harm, blood, gore (maybe not but just in case), and suicide mention.
The room was dark and Izuna was dead. These were the only things that Madara could perceive. Yes, the curtains were drawn between the shining light of the moon and this room’s coldness, just like the cloth over Izuna’s face shielded his big brother’s bright-eyed memory of him from the lifelessness that now lay just an arm’s reach away.
Some kind of strange relief stirred amidst Madara’s numbness. The night had been so long. Izuna was shuddering, always wincing and writhing weakly against the mat. It was true that some men suffered for weeks battling for their lives against wounds far unhealable. But Izuna’s fight, though it had taken only one afternoon and evening, was the longest Madara thought he would ever endure again. Of this, he could be sure; Izuna was his last brother. There was nothing, no one, left to lose. And even then, sitting alone, Madara could feel the tension in his shoulders begin to slowly unfurl. It was a blessing in some way, he thought. If there was a god in this insufferable warscape, it had taken pity on his very last brother. Madara’s first little brother.
He sat in silence for an hour, then two. Madara stared into the darkness and felt nothing at all but that quiet relief and this emotional deadness. It’s over, he thought. Izuna would not suffer any longer. He would not have to wake up to war again and again as they had since they were children. Now he could find rest after so many sleeplessness years living the life of the shinobi. It is finally over, Madara told himself, but still the body lay there in front of him… so how could it be?
He saw himself protecting each one of his brothers. He saw them die as children, die within his reach, die in his arms. Choking on blood, clutching at his clothes, rasping last words, urging Madara forward to vengeance, he saw them die. His gaze floated down to Izuna’s body. He had been here four times now, and he would not be here again. He had been given four chances, and he had squandered them all. Madara felt his failures crawling up his throat.
Again, he said to himself, it is over.
But in Madara’s memories, Izuna still lived. The next day, he knew he would wake and expect that Izuna should too. He would eat breakfast alone and be swallowed by the stillness of the empty seat across from him. Izuna would live in the space now left at Madara’s side. He would live in the quiet of the evenings they had once spent together. Izuna would come alive every time Madara’s loneliness crept up to claim him. It could not truly be over until Madara forgot him, and he knew well that that would never happen. And so Izuna would never be dead. He would never stop dying, not truly. While Madara put his room to rights, Izuna would be dying. And when Madara stood in the new silence of his house, Izuna would be dying. As he remembered every heartbreak he and Izuna had leaned on eachother while enduring, as he turned to share a thought with someone no longer there- yes, Madara would come back to this very moment. It would never be over.
It overcame him.
Madara felt the tears well. He felt the numbness he was so accustomed to being bathed in finally, finally recede. The pain he wasn’t sure he could feel any longer bloomed furiously inside him like a wild fire. He gritted his teeth, quieting himself habitually before remembering there was no longer anyone who existed for him to hide his emotions from. Madara threw his head back, beginning to grasp at his hair. In the darkness, he grappled with a thousand urges, every impulse seeming stronger than the last. Weep, weep until you are undone. Destroy everything you have made here. Kill the Senju so that Izuna is avenged, then kill yourself so that you may be free.
Madara set his head against the floor as if to pray. Clenching his fists, he pounded the hardwood weakly. Hearing his own sobs was another defeat. If shinobi did not cry, if they had no emotions, then truly, Madara was just a man. He had no right to cry when it was his brothers who had suffered the most and paid with their lives. Izuna was the one who had died for this futile war while Madara had been able only to sit and watch. It was enough to make him sick.
In grief, he tore his robe and pulled out his hair. He screamed into the empty room and felt the absence left when no one came to comfort him. The darkness of that room pushed down on him until he felt only despair. Madara cursed himself for his helplessness. He cursed the endless war forever between the clans. He cursed the world for knowing only callousness and sacrifice- none better than someone else’s. He cursed shinobi for making his brother into a weapon. For making him into a weapon.
And feeling utterly embittered, Madara removed the object of his resentment.
The pain in its sharpness made his breath catch, but it was nothing compared to the bereavement of that night. Madara’s breaths punctuated the silence. The drip of his blood on the hardwood, the smell of it like every battlefield, the taste of copper running past his lips, filled up his senses. Relief. Finally, relief, if only an inkling. Madara relished in his blindness. He held his eyes in his hands and savored in morbidity the absurd horror of it all.
Then once again, he sat in quiet and in numbness. He waited for the sun to rise, put off thinking of all the things he had still to do. In the morning, he thought. In the morning, I will decide.
…
Hashirama got up late on his day off. This wasn’t like him, but things had been especially busy lately. Being hokage was more responsibility than he had even imagined; he was thankful he had Madara and Tobirama to aid him in the affairs he couldn’t handle by himself. And of course, when he finally got some time to rest and relax, it was much-needed.
He got up and brushed his hair, hurriedly getting dressed as a smile began to set on his face. It looked beautiful outside; a walk might be nice. And to go with him… Hashirama smiled more. Perhaps Madara was free. He grabbed his jacket and raced down the hall, quickly getting some breakfast and glancing at the clock while he shoveled rice into his mouth. It was almost noon; Madara would be at home surely. He was a bit of a homebody since everyone began to settle into the village. When he wasn’t helping Hashirama or out on a mission, he was reading on his porch or napping. There wasn’t anything wrong with a little relaxation, of course, but certainly, Hashirama thought, they could do so together.
He finished eating before heading for the door. There, he was met promptly by Tobirama.
“Anija, where are you going?” he asked. “You are in quite the hurry. Is everything alright?”
Hashirama smiled goodnaturedly.
“Of course! I’m just off to see Madara.”
He was prepared for the contempt that showed then in Tobirama’s face. His brother sighed and rolled his eyes briefly,
“Wouldn’t your day off be better spent with your children or… I don’t know. You could catch up on the paperwork you’re always putting off.”
Hashirama pouted and sagged where he was standing.
“You know they’re grown now. They don’t have time for their old dad… Besides, it’s so nice out- it would be such a waste to stay inside sorting documents. And on my day off…”
His dejected look seemed to soften Tobirama somewhat. He kept at it, and his brother rubbed the back of his neck, glancing to one side uncomfortably.
“You’re not old, Anija,” he muttered, touching his shoulder. “Fine then. Go for a walk. Hopefully the fresh air will help your work ethic in the coming week.”
Hashirama tried not to look too happy.
“I’ll be back later,” he told his brother before slipping out the door and down the path.
As soon as he was out of eyeshot, he broke into a run and his wide smile returned. He couldn’t believe his luck; that trick didn’t usually work on Tobirama. He made his way excitedly down a narrow, hidden path through the woods. It went right from his house to Madara’s. Funny thing was, it hadn’t always been there. They’d simply walked through so many times that they’d worn a trail there themselves. Hashirama fancied it, lining the edge of their path with flowers as he made his way. He admired the view, and he knew Madara did as well. Beech, maple, cedar, pine, and many other trees grew there. Flowers of all kinds: wisteria, bluebells, buttercups. The bramble in the underbrush, the ivy overhead, Hashirama knew all of their names. There was nowhere he felt more at home than in the midst of nature.
Well, that wasn’t completely true.
“Madara!”
Madara woke with a start where he sat dozing on his back porch. The book he was reading, which had come to rest on his stomach when he’d fallen asleep, clunked at Hashirama’s feet. He looked angrily up at his friend who was clearly happy to see him.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” he barked.
Hashirama laughed cheerfully and sat next to him.
“Quit acting like an old man! Let’s go for a walk!”
Hashirama peered at the book Madara had been reading while his friend grumbled to himself. Madara got up and straightened his kimono. Hashirama looked up at him and smiled teasingly.
“It’s the middle of the day, and you’re still in your pajamas~” he giggled.
Madara gave him a scoff and went inside.
“And what wereyou doing before you came over here?”
Hashirama followed him inside with a snicker. They went to Madara’s room, and Hashirama waited while he changed his clothes. He could see Madara glance over every now and again.
“What is it, old friend?” he asked finally. Madara shrugged, pulling his turtleneck on.
“Don’t you have things you’d rather be doing on your day off?”
This was a curious question to Hashirama. He cocked his head to one side, making Madara smile to himself.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “What would I rather do than spend time with my dearest friend?”
His voice was genuine. Madara’s smile made it to his eyes. He tossed his kimono at Hashirama with a laugh.
“What about Mito? Surely she would like your time.”
Hashirama giggled, bundling the kimono before throwing it back.
“She is away on a mission. Besides, talking to Mito is nice, but it isn’t the same as talking to you.”
“My, my. Does she know you feel that way?” Madara teased him. “Does she know that you watch me dress?”
Hashirama wheezed, laughing loudly. Madara joined him. They pushed playfully as they went back into the hall and outside. Hashirama beckoned him, taking his hand and pulling him down the path they’d made over many afternoons just like this one. Many impromptu breaks from the workday. Many late visits on sleepless nights.
About halfway to Hashirama’s house, they broke from the footpath, walking instead through the trees. They came to a spot they both liked to sit. The grass was soft there, and the trees leaned apart so the sun could bend and touch the earth. Madara remembered Hashirama drawing flowers out of the ground there many times. Hashirama sat in a sunbeam and patted the grass beside. Madara joined him, of course. He took a deep breath, smiling easily and closing his eyes.
“I am certain now,” he said.
“What’s that, Hashi?”
“There is nowhere I would rather be than right here.”
Hashirama opened his eyes and looked up into the canopy, all painted with vibrant greens and golds. He could feel the energy moving around him, within him. He meant what he said; this was what peace was to him. He was sure this was how it felt. Surrounded by life… Madara sitting beside him. Within arm’s reach just as he should be. There was no life, after all, that was more precious than Madara’s. This is what Hashirama thought as he watched the leaves dance on the wind, admiring the beauty of the village they had come together and created. It was enough to make his heart swell. He hoped Madara felt the same.
But when Hashirama looked at him, Madara was not gazing at the flora or the sky; Madara was watching him.
“Something is on your mind today,” Hashirama said, leaning closer to Madara.
He shook his head, looking up at the trees like he had seen Hashirama do before.
“No, I was just thinking. I agree with you.”
Hashirama’s expression softened with subtle endearment. He watched Madara’s dark eyes follow a leaf blowing on the breeze. Their shoulders touched, though he hadn’t meant to get any closer. But Madara didn’t seem to mind, so he stayed where he was.
They settled into silence, resting there against each other. Madara regarded the trees as they bent gently with the wind, and Hashirama watched how the sun made the rich brown in Madara’s eyes come out. He watched the shapes the shadows of the leaves made on Madara’s face. He thought of things to say but decided the quiet would suit them better. He wondered what Madara was thinking of, wished that he could know without asking. Hashirama watched the thin lines here and there, above and below Madara’s eyes glint in the oscillating sunlight. Scars, almost invisible even so close as they sat to each other. He wondered where they had come from. Madara had not had them before.
“Do you mean what you said?” Hashirama asked finally, voice barely audible above the breeze. “You are… happy here?”
A pause.
Madara took a moment, feeling his breath come and go in the calm, gazing at the flowers that had bloomed in the grass since they’d begun sitting there. He knew these; Hashirama had spoken of them. They were called Viola mandshurica, the northeastern violet. Slight and soft, easy to overlook, they delighted him in a way not many flowers did. Perhaps it was because Hashirama had grown them; he didn’t know.
“It is true that I am unhappy at times,” Madara murmured. “But I feel fortunate still that we made it here. This was your dream and mine. I find joy in it… that I am able still to sit next to you and talk after everything we’ve endured. I am happy that our suffering has not been in vain.”
With this, he looked to Hashirama, hoping to find that this answer pleased him. Hashirama gazed back at him intently, eyes like amber in the sun. He was truly the beauty in this landscape, Madara thought. His friend then nodded, and Madara could see that he understood.
“Thank you for being here with me, Madara. Without you, I would be lost.”
Kaleta’s NaruSaku art is so adorable! Also, I’d really like to see someone write a NaruSaku fic that is concurrent with the actual pairings at the end of the manga…. i.e. Affair!NaruSaku. I think a lot of interesting scenarios could happen that would result in this. Anyone up for a little (or a long) drabble challenge?
So I started brainstorming for a then possible, but extremely unlikely canon fic in 2008 (or 2007) and only today started to actually write it. Oops.
It’s a fic that takes place when Akatsuki attacked Konoha that ended with deus ex machina bull-crap with Uzumakianity. In my fic, Naruto doesn’t square off against Pein and Sasuke also attacked the village. The result is Danzo assuming control of the village and what happens as a result.
Pretty excited about getting my first page of it done and looking over my six pages worth of fic notes, haha.
As a lover of fanfiction and a writer myself (sometimes), I’m attempting to do some good by recommending fics that I’ve deemed well-written. I hear they’re hard to come by in this fandom (a.k.a stop wading through the pages of FFN and look for people’s recs. That’s what I’ve started doing).
There’s no pairing bias, character bias, sexuality bias, etc for this recommendation list. There’s a bit of everything that I’ve read that’s just… wonderful.
I don’t know how to use the internet any more. I used to post in Naruto communities on LiveJournal all the time, but that seems to be the way of the past and I dunno where to turn when I want to discuss things.
I really need someone to geek out with me about pairings, especially this little crack pairing I’m centering a fic on— which I need feedback on for ideas.
So… If there are any ShinoIno and/or ShikaIno fans, please let your voices be heard and come chat with me about my fic :3.
Or just send me fan art <3. Or give me a prompt for fan art and I will doodle <3.
the fics listed and linked below all feature naruto characters, mainly sasori and deidara. i love writing AUs, and super love writing smut, but that’s not all there is. you’re welcome to explore!
please let me know what you’ve liked by leaving comments or sending asks (i am currently happy to take reasonable requests, and when i have more free time, will also send out prompt request lists, like the 50 kisses one).
finally, remember to be mindful of the tags, and if you see something you don’t like, just don’t read it, my loves
Thank you so much for everyone’s support last year and for those that took our survey. It means so much to us that so many people were excited about our calendar and wanted another year. We hadn’t thought that far ahead last year. At the time, it was just something we wanted to do for the fandom and ourselves, but here we are with another calendar and more merch.
So thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.
This year, we decided to do a collection of AU’s as the uniting theme. Some mystical, supernatural, fantasy, and other ideas will be the focus of this year’s illustrations and stories.
We will be working on the store in the coming weeks and will most likely do a presale to start ordering merch. We will do our best to put together some stickers, pins, and bookmarks to go along with our calendar.
If there are any other suggestions, please feel free to let us know, and we will do our best to see if we can.
@thatpinkshinobiand@moonlady9 are so excited to team up again and hopefully make an even better calendar than last year.
Happy Holidays! This is my early smutty present to all of you! I hope you thoroughly enjoy!
A special THANK YOU goes to BinkerBell for betaing this beast of a chapter for me! I really appreciate it! You’re a wonderful person and I’m so lucky and thankful to have you helping me out like this!
And thank you to everyone who writes reviews, gives me a kudos and supports me on A03 and on tumblr. You all are the reason I’m still writing. Thank you!
Enjoy the smut!
I think there are not enough words for me to describe how good this story is!!
My smut dosis is always fed by the awesome and incredible @empress-nariko❤️❤️
Here’s the next teaser in the series before I finish up the final round and post that! I swear I’m so close! Thank you so much for all of the encouragement and support that I’ve gotten for not just this story, but all of my stories! Thank you! ♥
Enjoy this sexy little snippet! And make sure to let me know who do you think is going to win? Kakashi or Sakura?
There wasn’t a better feeling than a powerful surge and climax that wiped all thoughts from the mind. He was almost too happy to even want to open his eyes, so when he felt the bed move with her shifting, he didn’t think much of it.
Until he felt her hot tongue slowly lick his chest, right across his nipple, leaving a scorching trail in its wake. Eyes springing open, he could see her tongue lapping up some of the mess he made, making his breath catch in his chest.
And his cock twitched, despite being exhausted.
Dropping his head back onto the bare mattress, he let his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“Fuck, Sakura. You’re killing me,” he said more harshly than he expected.
He never expected her to do something like that. But he wasn’t about to chastise her.
“Maybe I should have asked, but I was curious about how you tasted,” she hummed.
He could hear her lick her lips as she was perched above him, his body still shuddering from his orgasm while his mind soared. One was satisfied while the other had yet to be slaked.
How he was tempted to surrender to the seductress beside him, and beg her for more. How he wished for her tongue to be the end of him.
“You taste good, Kakashi,” she stated too innocently.
Groaning in reply, he cracked open an eye to catch her devious grin.
“You’re a tease,” he said tiredly. He took another deep breath to steady his nerves and try to regain his balance in the game.
“Isn’t that the point Kakashi? Tease each other until the other gives in and begs?” she asked as she rested on her side, hand supporting her head, and the other back to running a light touch up and down his arm.
He sighed, and a shiver passed across his body as she continued to play. He knew he needed to stall in order to recover.
He reached down and slipped his slowly softening cock back into his boxers, and stared at the mess still covering his torso. Sakura’s eyes widened as she saw what he looked at.
“Here, I brought in a clean towel for you to clean up with.” She had reached around to her side table and presented him with a damp towel. “Sorry, it’s probably cooled down now, but it’ll still work to clean you up.”
And rather than handing him the towel to see to his own mess, she moved to her knees and began to wipe away the cum that dotted his chest.
Gasping as the chilled towel touched his hot skin, it did nothing to cool his ardor. Her soft intimate touches made his belly flex and tense as the torture continued.
“I’m done,” he declared as he once more dropped his head back on the mattress.
“What do you mean?” She had finished cleaning him up and stared at him curiously.
“I mean, I’m done,” he mumbled.
Her eyes widened and lightened in triumph. She tossed the dirty towel behind her, towards the hamper and climbed on top of him. Perching herself on his abdomen, she leaned over him while moving his arms so that she could pin them above his head.
Her grin and delight could barely be contained. “I’ve won against the mighty Kakashi!” she chanted as she looked down at his face.
Raising an eyebrow, he looked at how exuberant she was at her alleged win. But he was far from being finished with their game.
She had won that battle, but he was still determined to win the war.
In a quick succession of movements, he grabbed her wrists, snaked a leg between hers and flipped her onto her back, reversing their positions efficiently. She looked so miffed when he pinned her hands above her head with one hand and let his hips press into hers.
“No, you little vixen. You haven’t won,” he smirked at her. He felt her hips shift below his, but he wasn’t about to give an inch. “I’m just done for the night. Tomorrow is a whole new day for you to continue to try to seduce me.”
♥♥♥
That’s all of the teaser for this one! I hope you enjoyed it! Don’t forget to let me know who you think is going to win!
This is a really friendly Pink asking you to read this: (jk jk)
HAHAHA why I’m so friendly? Because I have read it, and I know what you are missing! You are missing extremely and really hot teasing with a really big amount of tension you could easily cut with a knife!
Thank you so much for everyone’s support last year and for those that took our survey. It means so much to us that so many people were excited about our calendar and wanted another year. We hadn’t thought that far ahead last year. At the time, it was just something we wanted to do for the fandom and ourselves, but here we are with another calendar and more merch.
So thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.
This year, we decided to do a collection of AU’s as the uniting theme. Some mystical, supernatural, fantasy, and other ideas will be the focus of this year’s illustrations and stories.
We will be working on the store in the coming weeks and will most likely do a presale to start ordering merch. We will do our best to put together some stickers, pins, and bookmarks to go along with our calendar.
If there are any other suggestions, please feel free to let us know, and we will do our best to see if we can.
@thatpinkshinobiand@moonlady9 are so excited to team up again and hopefully make an even better calendar than last year.
Thank you and much love!!
✨✨✨✨✨
Can’t believe we are back with another great project for you fam! We are so lucky to have you!
I’m beyond grateful with @moonlady9 for being my partner in crime with this crazy idea!
Guys I’m really excited to work in this calendar! I owe fandom so much! If you could see my first illustration posted and now the new calendar cover.. mind blowing transformation! And it’s all because of you! I’m always getting better to bring you the best of the best!
Please if you have any questions or concerns or whatever, you can always DM me or @moonlady9✨❤️
Even though it’s already been published on A03, I decided to post a sexy little snippet as I work towards wrapping up the final chapter! I would love all the encouragement that you’re willing to give! Thanks!
“Yes. Now it’s my turn, so choose: truth or dare?” Kakashi asked.
“Hmmm… I get the feeling that you’re not playing fair.”
“Doesn’t the saying go ‘all’s fair in love and war’? I believe it is. Now choose.”
Sakura couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, but she couldn’t resist the smile blooming on her lips. Game or not, she enjoyed playing with him. “Dare.”
“I dare you to remove one item of clothing.”
“Oh? You’re not going to be more specific than that?” she asked sweetly.
“I’ll be nice and let you choose.”
A devious idea came to mind as she studied him, bringing a new sparkle to her eyes. “Fine, but I think I’ll need your help with it.” She softened her voice to make it come across just demure enough to evoke a smile from him.
“Whatever you need, Sakura,” he offered, his voice a low purr.
Effortlessly, she sat up on the couch, and in a bold move, she placed herself back into his lap, straddling his thighs once more and letting her bare legs pin his in place. She took the bowl of strawberries out of his lap and removed his tumbler as well.
Raising her hand to eye level, she crooked a finger and curled it forward, gesturing him towards her. When he hesitated, she lowered that same hand and dragged him by the front of his mesh undershirt.
“Lean forward please.”
Readily complying with her, he leaned into her but kept a hair’s breadth between their bodies, letting the tension and energy stir between them.
“Thank you. Now arms up,” she demanded. She reached for the bottom of his mesh top and began to pull it up his chest.
Cocking an eyebrow at her, he did as he was told. “This was not exactly what I had in mind.”
“Well, if you had something else in mind, you should have been more specific. But I’m doing exactly what you dared me to do. Remove one item of clothing.” She laughed at him as the mesh made it over his head and mussed up his hair even more. “And didn’t you say something about how it’s all just another piece of clothing that will eventually end up on the floor tonight?” she murmured as she tossed his shirt behind her, letting it land on the floor with a rustle.
“Is it just going to be my clothes on the floor tonight? Not that I mind, but typically I don’t like being the only one naked.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to be more precise with your questions now, won’t you?” she teased. Unable to help herself, she reached out and tried to arrange his hair back to its typical style. “So what’ll it be, Kakashi? Truth or dare?”
♥♥♥
That’s your teasing little bit! I hope you enjoyed it!
Omg guys! I can’t even describe how good this fic is! @empress-nariko has done such magnificent work and the story keeps getting better and better!
You won’t regret reading it! Thank you @empress-nariko for giving us such steamy fic and soon to be smutty fic! hahaha ❤️✨
“These aren’t just simple thugs,” Shikamaru echoes your exact thoughts.
Without another moment’s hesitation you launch yourself high into the air and fling out several kunai charged with your chakra. Not one of them comes close to hitting your enemies and you hear one of them shout to you, “Nice aim!” followed by mocking laughter. Little do they know, you did in fact hit all of your targets.
In the time it takes them to calm their laughter, you’ve already executed all the necessary hand signs and appear right between them in the next split-second. You manage to deliver a few quick jabs before taking one yourself, and you instinctively teleport yourself to another kunai as Shikamaru initiates his shadow manipulation jutsu.
It never ceases to amaze you when you see the dark tendrils sprout from his form. He wields them expertly, as he’s done so many times before. Just when you think he’s gotten a hold of them, they poof away in a cloud of smoke.
“Substitution jutsu,” you think aloud.
Your eyes dart all around to try and locate the rebel shinobi, but you don’t have to search for long. They both try to attack Shikamaru from behind, but he’s prepared for such a juvenile attempt.
The battle goes on with a steady flow of back-and-forth and is mostly filled with evasion tactics and light but quick attacks. You can feel your chakra resources depleting with the high amount of teleportation jutsu you’ve had to perform, and you can see your partner’s hands starting to get shaky.
You know very well that Shikamaru needs focus and precision for what he does. You also know that out of the two of you, you need to be the one to create the opening for him to be able to subdue the criminals. That’s exactly what you start to do until you see them coming at him from opposite directions, and he’s too tired to notice the one coming at him from his blindspot.
They’re fast, but you’re faster. You have one kunai left, better make it count. To you, you do make it count, but to anyone else you may come across as incredibly stupid. You whip your kunai towards Shikamaru and it hits the ground next to his feet. Channeling the last of your chakra, you quickly execute your teleportation jutsu.
You apparate on your marker just in time to cover Shikamaru’s back, but you failed to notice the extra dagger your enemy has yet to brandish. Until now, when it’s plunged to the hilt into your stomach.
An overwhelming wave of pain and adrenaline wash over you and allows you to create that opening for your partner to tangle both assailants in his shadows. You don’t stay awake long enough to see him capture the thugs.
The last thing you hear before being submerged in darkness is Shikamaru shouting your name. You manage the smallest smile, knowing that if he’s calling out to you like that, he must have won.
⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒ ⭒
Blinding light shocks your senses and instantly introduces you to a headache when you wake up in a hospital bed. After a few seconds of situating yourself, you take notice of the warmth on your hand.
It’s Shikamaru. He’s safe, you think to yourself as you let out a sigh of relief. It quickly turns into a wince as you register the sharp pain in your midsection. The noise causes him to stir, and eventually wake up when he remembers where he is.
“Y/N,” his voice is adorably hoarse with sleep. “You’re awake.”
“So are you,” you chuckle.
“I should probably go get a nurse to take a—”
“Don’t go,” you speak softly, but there’s still a slight desperation in your tone. He gives your hand a comforting squeeze and nods as he relaxes into his seat.
“You really scared me, you know.”
“I’m sorry.” You offer him a lopsided smile.
“I-I just,” he stops to catch his breath. He brings up his other hand so that he holds yours between both of his palms before leaning down to press his lips to your knuckles. “I just don’t know what I would do if—”
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere,” you tell him, bringing him back down to earth, away from his endlessly spiraling thoughts. “You’re stuck with me, like it or not.”
His eyes meet yours and just when you think he’s spiraling again, he gives you a soft smile and leans forward to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. It’s short, but just like all his kisses, it leaves you with butterflies in your stomach and a warmed heart.
Naruto picked Hinata up and their lips met together in a passionate kiss. Naruto’s lips moved against Hinata’s much softer ones in a slow pace, feelings of pleasure and intimacy filling them both.
Naruto went to the bedroom, still holding Hinata with one arm and laid her down onto the bed softly. He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before pulling away and standing up. He quickly discarded his shirt and Hinata’s eyes wandered and looked at his upper body.
“Hinata…“ He began hesitantly, his eyes trailing to the floor. Hinata propped herself up and looked at him with a confused look. "What is it Naruto-kun?” She asks softly, curious why he was being hesitant.
“I want to make tonight special for you, but you told me before that you wanted to wait. I wouldn’t want to force you into anything you wouldn’t want to do.” He explained to her and looked up to meet her stare, only to look away again.
How could I ask her that? He thought to himself, feeling a bit ashamed for wanting to do such things with her now.
“Naruto-kun… It’s alright.” Hinata told him with a small smile, now sitting up and placing a hand onto his arm. “I-I’m ready now.” She admitted looking away with a light blush.
Naruto and I are going to be together now, I don’t have to wait to do things with him anymore. She thought to herself and felt her cheeks burning up.
“Are you sure Hinata?” Naruto asked, with red stained cheeks. “Yes Naruto-kun.” She nodded, pulling him back down and kissing him once again.
What is this girl doing to me? He thought, his inner thoughts driving him crazy.
Their lips moved in sync again. Naruto pressed further, causing a small hum to come from Hinata.
He wanted to hear more from her. He wanted to taste more of her.
Naruto pulled back and caught Hinata’s bottom lip between his teeth. He sunk his teeth down into her lip causing her to cry out and press her hands onto his bare chest. He then slipped his tongue into her own mouth, asserting dominance as she tried to fight against him. Her own tongue pushed back on his and she desperately fought back as he took over her space.
Naruto held back a smirk at Hinata’s attempts to dominate him. He pulled away, just enough to lick her bottom lip and catch her tongue again, sucking at it and causing Hinata to cry out. He pulled her up, so that she was now straddling him, giving him a better angle.
Hinata felt as if she would run out of air when Naruto finally pulled away and she felt him press his lips to her neck. She began to breath a little heavier as he dragged his tongue against her smooth skin and nibbled at it, making sure to leave his marks.
He then began to slowly remove her shirt, her body heating up. She moved her arms and discarded her shirt. Naruto attached his lips to her collarbones and began biting, making Hinata throw her head back in pleasure. Another cry made him hum against her skin in satisfaction. He then slipped his hands behind her and unhooked her bra.
Hinata’s bra slipped from her breasts and was discarded as well. A small gasp escaped her mouth as her breasts were now exposed. She unintentionally pushed her chest against Naruto’s own bare chest trying to cover herself, causing Naruto to let out a groan.
Hinata began to relax as Naruto slowly turned her around, her back to his chest and he took in the site before him. “You’re beautiful my love.” He whispered causing her cheeks to flush red.
Naruto’s hands took ahold of her breasts and he let out a deep breath at the feeling. He began to softly squeeze at her breasts and his fingers ran over her nipples. Hinata let out a moan at the new feeling, pleasure taking over her body. He continued to fondle her breasts and she let out even more mewls, making his pants feel tight.
Naruto’s hands trailed downwards and he pressed a long kiss to the side of Hinata’s head as he removed her shorts along with her panties. A gasp escaped Hinata’s lips once again as she was now completely exposed. Her cheeks burned as she felt Naruto looking at her lower area. Her thighs began to push together, but Naruto gently pushed them apart.
Hinata turned away as Naruto lowered his hand and began to stir as she felt his finger in her folds. A pant left her lips as he began moving his finger along her opening and to her clit. His finger brushed against it slightly making Hinata jolt at the sudden pleasure. He watched her reaction carefully as he brushed his finger over her clit again, her breath catching in her throat as she grabbed his arm.
“N-Naruto-kun…” She breathed out and he pressed another long kiss to her cheek. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked in a worried tone, retracting his fingers from her. “N-No, it’s good.” She admitted shyly and hid her face. Naruto smirked and began to rub at her clit once again. Hinata squirmed around at the feeling of Naruto’s fingers on her and let out a louder mewl.
His fingers moved quicker and added to Hinata’s reaction. He then slipped a finger into her and a cry left her lips. A slick, slippery liquid coated his finger as he pushed it in and out of her. Hinata let out another whine and took a glance to see her juices flowing out onto Naruto’s hand. He inserted another finger and Hinata threw her head back at the overwhelming feeling between her legs. Her head started spinning from the stimulation and she was overcome with a wave of pleasure.
“N-Naruto-kun!” Hinata moaned out loudly as she released with Naruto’s fingers still in her. Her back arched against his chest and he became excited at the display in front of him, feeling himself become harder. He raised his fingers and stared at them with hungered eyes. Still coated in Hinata’s juices, he took his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean.
Hinata watched him with embarrassment. So lewd! She thought as he removed his fingers from his mouth and then laid her down.
Naruto removed his pants and then pulled his boxers down, revealing his erect member. “Are you ready hime?” He asked and Hinata nodded once.
Hinata placed her hands on Naruto’s cheeks and pulled him down, meeting his lips for a kiss. As their lips moved together, he gently inserted his member into her and stopped from going any further when Hinata whimpered.
A sharp and uncomfortable pain took over Hinata’s lower area as Naruto inserted himself. “Are you alright hime?” He asked in concern and watched as Hinata nodded with shut eyes. Naruto pressed soft kisses along her jawline and clenched his jaw as Hinata gripped his arm.
“Fuck…” He groaned at the feeling of being inside of her. It was a dreadful wait for her to say he could continue and Naruto forced himself to not thrust into her. Her tightness around his member was not helping that he could not move.
Am I hurting her badly? Should I stop? He questioned himself and felt bad about the pain he was causing her.
“Y-You can continue Naruto-kun, it doesn’t hurt as much now.” Hinata whispered as she placed a hand back to Naruto’s cheek. He nodded and slowly thrusted himself into her.
Naruto moved at a slow pace as he rocked his hips into her own, his member going further into her with each thrust. He was maintaining a steady pace as he went inside of her and back out.
A long mewl left Hinata’s lips as Naruto’s member burrowed into her. He began increasing his speed and force and Hinata wrapped her legs behind him, bringing him further into her.
A moan escaped her lips and a loud groan escaped his at the sudden rush of pleasure and he continued plunging into her.
“You feel so good Hinata!” Naruto let out a growl as he rammed into her area. He could no longer keep at a slow pace, but Hinata was enjoying it as well.
“Please N-Naruto-kun…” Hinata moaned out and her cheeks burned as they turned redder. Naruto pulled himself back before driving his member into her walls again and again.
Hinata let out a string of loud cries at the acceleration and became clouded with ecstasy. Naruto continued pounding into her and was taken over by a wave of pleasure.
“N-Naruto-kun I’m going to-” Hinata suddenly let out a loud moan as she climaxed, drowning in pleasure. Naruto continued to thrust into her as she released against him, her walls tightening and making him release as well. “H-Hinata!” He groaned her name as he was taken over by pleasure and thrusted once more, before pulling out.
They laid together, heavily breathing and still recovering from the high of ecstasy.
We finally became one, they both thought to themselves.
Naruto wrapped his arms around Hinata tightly and she hummed into the embrace. Their lips met for another quick kiss and pulled away, Hinata smiling at him. Naruto gave a lazy smile and wrapped his arms around her and laying her back down.
