//found this in my drafts and decided to post. Not proff read. Slight ooc
"Wait, please!" Your voice finally breaks the heavy silence between you two.
What possessed you to go chasing after them at 3 am, you will never know. A simple human like yourself should be safe at home. Countless creatures roam freely in the darkness that shallows all at night.
Yet you are standing her with them with.
"Why did you fol-" Before they finish their sentence you cut them off by cupping their face with your hands.
"You don't get to stumble into my home, say you can't be by my side, and then just leave!" Your voices raises like a crack of lighting in the distance.
"Do you love so much you thought would be easier?! Or is hate?"
They try to pull away from you, but your hands won't let go. With a deep breath, you take a step closer.
"Do you love me?" You repeat.
For a berif moment their shoulders loosen and their gaze softens at you.
You linger in Tobirama's office. His attention remains buried beneath stacks of paperwork as you casually bring up one household matter after another: the roof needs inspecting, the garden could use tending, several rooms haven't been aired out properly in weeks. Tobirama listens with one ear while signing another document. For the life of him, he cannot figure out what got you so interested in domestic chores.
"I'll send for the domestic servants."
You shake your head.
Without looking up, he continues: "A personal attendant, then."
"Nuh-uh."
His brush pauses for the briefest moment. "… An estate steward?"
Tobirama's ideas are good, but at the same time he's missing the point.
"No."
That, finally, gets his attention. For the first time in what feels like hours, Tobirama sets down his brush and looks up from the endless sea of reports. His crimson eyes settle on you expectantly.
"Then tell me. What do you want? Just say the word, and it's yours," he states.
You smile, more to yourself than to him. Good, good, that's exactly what you wanted to hear.
"I want you," you finally confess.
Tobirama raises both eyebrows.
"Me," he repeats. "You already have me. I have the papers for our marriage contract."
Fuck your papers. Ahem, but you don't say that out loud.
"That's not what I meant. I want you home more often. I miss you."
Tobirama nods in acknowledgment.
"I'll return once I've approved the pending land partition—"
You cut him off. "Right now."
He stares at you for a moment longer. Okay, well, he can't lie, he does like it when you're that straightforward.
He glances once more at the waiting paperwork. Is it a pressing issue? The clan heads have managed to survive this long without his signature. They can survive another day.
"…Very well," Tobirama concedes. He rises from his chair. "It seems I have a more pressing matter to attend to."
────» Suigetsu.
"Let's check out that place," Suigetsu points to a corner shop.
You almost regret stopping here, but Suigetsu seems insistent to stay and hunt for 'little treasures'.
"Why there?" you ask.
"Look," he pokes a wind chime hanging by its entrance, and its painted bamboo rods gently sway, "I bet some kitschy granny works here. You know what that means~"
He winks.
"She's…. easy to rob?"
Oh, you know him so well.
"Bingo! Annnnd, she probably has a lot of cool stuff we can pocket, heh."
You're not holding much hope, but agree to at least check it out.
Passing through the threshold, you look — a middle-aged man stands next to a shelf full of various items that gleam in the light.
Well, he's no granny, but what difference does it make? The stuff is shiny. So, probably valuable. That's good news!
You elbow Suigetsu.
"N-no, wait," he stammers out, then nods towards a shadow box.
You squint your eyes, following his gaze. Mounted on the wall is an old Kirigakure forehead protector. Which is a bit weird, because you're not even in Kirigakure.
"Can I help you?" the man asks.
Then he takes another good look at Suigetsu. "Wait," he says, "I know you."
Suigetsu's toothy smile disappears.
How? When? Could he have known Mangetsu? Seen Suigetsu with the Akatsuki? Has Suigetsu robbed him before? Threatened him? Shit, what if it's something to do with Orochimaru? This could be a disaster.
"You got the wrong guy."
There is an awkward pause.
"Uh, bye!" Suigetsu blurts, then grabs your arm and dashes outside.
He only stops when the shop is out of your line of sight.
"Man, you're like the world's worst robber," you criticize, "but hey, it wasn't totally fruitless."
You extend your hand, and Suigetsu sees a little Samehada figurine in your palm.
"Huh?! You robbed him?!"
You nod; of course, that was the plan.
"Hey! That was my countryman—! Oh, hmm…" Suigetsu, like a magpie, is suddenly captivated by the shiny object and shuts up. "It's so cute," he says.
You raise an eyebrow, already anticipating what's on his mind:
"What, do you want it as a pet?"
Suigetsu nods excitedly, like a kid.
"Or no! Maybe it would be more like our son or daughter. Just one big happy family, heh."
Hmm, you ponder, maybe obtaining the real Samehada isn't all that bad of an idea…
────» Kabuto.
You're sitting across from a handsome stranger at a small teahouse.
He introduced himself as a traveling herbalist named Kabuto. Very polite. Very well-spoken. Very… perfect. Down to the way he adjusts his round glasses, with such practiced elegance. That's how you begin to suspect that something is very wrong. You haven't quite figured out what his angle is yet, but he certainly seems determined to keep the conversation going. He asks about your work. Your hobbies. Whether you have any family. Whether anyone would notice if you happened to leave the village for a few weeks… That last one is a little odd. Still, he's charming enough that you humor him.
As he reaches for his teacup, something slips from beneath his sleeve and clatters onto the floor between you. A scalpel. You take a good look at it; it's stained with what you're fairly certain is blood.
Silence settles over the table as if Kabuto, if that's even his real name, is genuinely shocked that he'd made a mistake. Must be a rare occurrence. While he's a bit stunned, you bend down and pick it up for him. You inspect it for a moment; yep, definitely blood. Then you hand it back with a little smile.
"You dropped this," you say.
"… Yes. Thank you."
He slips it away with admirable composure.
"You know," you add thoughtfully, "if you keep your tools in a bandolier under your shirt instead, they're much less likely to fall out."
Kabuto blinks, dumbfounded. He'd been expecting you to call for the Konoha Police Force. Why are you giving him espionage advice? Are you stupid? Is he stupid? Is this a setup?
"…A bandolier?" he asks, carefully.
"Mhm. If you're pretending to be an ordinary civilian, you probably shouldn't carry all your suspicious things in one sleeve."
Kabuto leans forward, eyeing you suspiciously now. You almost want to say 'ditto', but instead you just smile again. You don't want to antagonize a kindred spirit.
"And I'd avoid asking people whether they'd be missed if they disappeared. That one gives you away," you continue.
Then, to your surprise, he chuckles. "I'll… keep that in mind."
You raise your teacup. "Happy to help."
The conversation somehow settles into something… more normal. He tells you stories about other hidden villages, strange customs, and places you've never even heard of. You're fascinated. Whatever this man's occupation actually is, he certainly has enough life experience to tell a good story.
An hour passes…
Only after leaving the teahouse does Kabuto remember why he'd approached you in the first place. His mission wasn't to have a date over tea. He was supposed to get someone of your age and appearance as a test subject to Lord Orochimaru. You fit the description perfectly. That's what you were. The perfect target, the perfect victim. And he failed to convince you to come with him. Come to think of it, he hardly even tried.
Did he… jinx it? He doesn't feel like he did. In fact, he feels pretty good about himself. He glances back. You're already gone, of course. Kabuto furrows his eyebrows, not so much annoyed as he is puzzled. He decides that he's going to seek you out again.
────» Orochimaru.
(TW: dead body)
You watch with quiet fascination as Orochimaru leans over the motionless body on the examination table. The laboratory is unusually still. Only the faint clink of metal instruments and the occasional drip from a nearby flask disturb the silence. Orochimaru gently prods the cadaver. Its index finger twitches. You lean in.
"… Again."
Without a word, Orochimaru adjusts one of several thin wires disappearing beneath the exposed muscle. The hand flexes. Then the arm spasms. Interesting.
"Can we make it open its eyes?" you ask.
Orochimaru nods. Then he pauses. Slit pupils settle on you for a second longer than usual.
"… For what purpose?"
You shrug: "Just curious."
"… I see."
That, apparently, is reason enough. With the same patient precision he applies to every experiment, Orochimaru rearranges the wiring. The eyelids slowly lift. Dark, lifeless eyes stare blankly toward the ceiling. You study them for a moment.
"Hm. They're kind of ugly," you grumble, "let's change the eye color."
A thoughtful hum escapes Orochimaru. Not because there was something wrong with the idea, no no. Merely because he's deciding how best to accomplish it. Then, he decides to get a second opinion.
"What color would you choose?"
You look back at the body. You search the cadaveric marvel for any distinct feature, until your eyes land on the bruising around its joints, and you feel inspired. Deep violet. Almost beautiful in the dim laboratory light.
"Violet. Like the velvety shades of a twilight sky."
Orochimaru chuckles, a sound much softer (or perhaps relaxed?) in your presence: "My, how quaint."
Without another word, the two of you move almost in unison. You reach for a pair of fine forceps, carefully lifting one eyelid open. Meanwhile, Orochimaru disappears into a cabinet before returning with several glass flasks, each filled with murky liquids of varying colors. He arranges them neatly across the workbench.
"Well, shall we see which one works best?"
You smile. There are probably very few people who would describe an evening spent experimenting on a dead body as enjoyable. Fortunately, neither of you has ever been particularly conventional.
Manga edits and writing are mine. Please don't repost the writing.
**All Characters are aged up to 20+!!**
Content ahead: mentions of child death, talk about mental health, talk of PTSD and intrusive thoughts, s*x dreams (they never actually even touch), dirty fantasy’s, Kabuto wants to mess with Yn’s medication to make her dependent on him.
Word count: 5.5k
Pairing: Kabuto x Reader
Summary: Yn was ordered by Tsunade to attend therapy and see the leafs psychiatrist after a rough mission.
A/n: This is kind of a confusing AU, I know, but this is if Kabuto didn't join Orochimaru, was a psychiatrist, and worked for the leaf’s shinobi force and wanted to fuck his patients. This is kind of a darker, tabu-ish one shot! Please see my other works if these themes make you uncomfortable!
Master List
Psychiatrist
The first thing she could smell was the antiseptic wipes they used in the doctors clinic; they used them for vaccines and such. She smiled at the stranger who held the door open for her, graciously thanking them as she had her hands full of the junk in purse. She couldn’t, for the life of her, find her wallet.
She checked into the clinic, taking a sip of water. She had gotten back from a particularly grueling mission; many men, women, and children were lost. As per regulation, she had to visit the leaf’s psychiatrist, Dr. Yakushi.
She sat in the waiting room, being a few minutes early she thought she’d have to find a way to entertain herself– to try to look like she didn’t despise being here. She assumed she was fine, why did they have to go through all of these regulations?
“Miss. L/n?” She heard a voice call out. Her head snapped in the direction of the wooden double doors. A young man, no older than 30, stood before her. He seemed normal enough– he wasn’t old so she didn’t have to worry about an age gap to make things hard for him to understand. He carried himself in a way that even though he was young, he knew what he was doing.
She stood, tucking her purse under her arm and walking towards him. He smiled at her, holding the door open for her and she walked through. “It’s nice to see you, Y/n! My name is Dr. Kabuto Yakushi, but you can just call me Kabuto.” He introduced himself.
She gave him an obligatory smile, one warm enough to tell him that she was sane enough to carry herself well, but one that also told him that she really didn’t want to be here.
They reached his office and as she stepped through his door, he shut it behind him and gestured her to the couch.
He began by asking all of the normal stuff; Why are you here? How are you feeling? Have you felt like you were a harm to others or yourself in the last 2 weeks?
To which, she gave him all very basic answers. All saying that she was fine.
He was taking notes of everything– her answers, her posture, her eye contact, how beautiful her eyes were.
He blinked himself out of that thought. She’s a patient, he’d thought to himself.
She was wearing a dark green tube top over top of a long sleeve fish net under shirt as well as tight fitted leggings, standard issued shinobi sandals and her head band worn proudly around her neck.
That beautiful, soft neck. How much more beautiful would it look with my hands wrapped around it?
He roughly clicked his pen on the desk, mostly to district himself, and sat his notebook down.
“So, I can see that you’re here by official order from Lady 5th. Not everyone is usually fond of this part of the gig.” He began. She threw him a nervous smile, worried that if she said the wrong thing, he’d report it back to Tsunade and she’d be removed from the Anbu.
“It’s okay, Yn. You can speak freely. Having intrusive thoughts doesn’t make you unstable or untrustworthy. I’m here to help with them.” He replied to the silence she gave him.
“I’m fine, honestly,” she said quietly.
He nodded in return, allowing silence to fill the space for a few seconds.
He turned to her file and pulled out some papers that he began reading. “It says here that this was after a mission that forced you into a position to see some fairly traumatising things. Can you tell me a little bit about that?” He asked, almost sincerely.
She sighed a bit. She really was fine, if she didn’t think about it.
“Well,” she began, pulling her knees to her chest on his couch. “I was on a mission with two other men. Which, I work with men all the time and it’s never an issue. Part of our assignment was to protect three families traveling to a safe zone. Two villages are killing each other, and these three families needed to survive to keep the trade routes to the leaf stable.” She continued.
“But when we got there, they…” she trailed off, her eyes glazing over.
A natural trauma response. Kabuto noted. He just held his gaze on her and listened
“They were all dead. The men, the women, and even the children. And it… it wasn’t a mercy kill, either. It was, well, it was brutal.” She finished.
He nodded. “I see.”
“But we see stuff like that all the time in this line of work. We don’t exactly get to be traumatized by this stuff.” She tried to explain.
“Ahh, but it’s not about what you do and don’t get to do. Being good at your job doesn’t mean you’re suddenly able to turn off your brain. There are things you see and experience as a shinobi that doesn't always sit well with you. That’s why I'm here.” He finished.
She let out a deep breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Honestly, sleeping has been a little hard. And I’ve been finding it harder to concentrate. Not even just after that mission, they’ve kind of been piling up.” She admitted. “It’s almost like I can’t stop thinking about them.”
He nodded in response, reaching over for his prescription pad. “I’m going to write you a mild anti-depressent. It’ll take a few days for it to kick in and when it does, it takes a few more for it to even out the chemicals in your brain. But at least you’ll be able to sleep.” He said, handing her the paper with the drug’s name and dose on it.
She nodded and smiled a little. “You don’t think I’m not suited for this, then?” She asked. He let out a laugh, removing his glasses.
“Yn, in my line of work I see thousands of people who are all afraid they’re going to go home and have a PTSD episode and kill their family. But that doesn't make them bad people. They’re good people. Because they’re getting help. And it’s okay to need help.” He said, finally standing.
“Thanks, Dr. Yakushi,” she said, also standing and heading for the door. As she began to walk out, he got a whiff of her smell. It put him in a trance. “Please, just Kabuto.” He said.
That night, he barely got any sleep. When he read, he felt like she was in the room with him, waiting for his attention to be on her. When he silently ate his dinner, he felt like he was eating with her.
And when he showered, the warm water made his skin burn in the best way. This could be what it’d feel like if her mouth was all over my body, he’d think to himself.
He reached down and began to touch himself, letting the warm water fill his senses. But as he began to reach the finish line, he snapped himself back awake. This is a patient! He remembered, yanking the knob to the cold side.
He was finally able to get in bed, and as he got into bed he pulled out his journal. When you see tens of clients in a day, all with all sorts of issues, he thought it important that he stay on top of his mental health, as well. So he had begun to journal his inner monologue. But when he pulled out his journal, all he wanted was to write about her.
The way she smelled, the way her hair sat on her shoulders, the way he could tell how much she had been biting her lip out of nervousness. He wanted to bite it, too.
His thoughts became too much. He had to put his notebook away and get some sleep. Maybe that was his issue. Not enough sleep.
She sat on his couch in his office. “Dr. Yakushi, please fix me,” she begged him. He was suddenly in his office with her. He didn’t know how he got there, but he wasn’t complaining. She was heaving, her breaths were shallow and she was sweating. She was also mercilessly working on her clit, trying anything she could to finish.
“Please!” she begged him. He removed his glasses and took a few steps to cross the room and dropped to his knees. He lowered himself in front of her and began to gently kiss her thighs down to her knees, removing her panties and socks. He reached up to take her hair that was in a pony tail down, letting her hair fall down to her newly exposed nipples.
Her breasts were so perfect, her nipples were the lightest shade of pink and were so hard to the touch. He couldn’t stop himself from rolling them between his fingers causing her to moan for him.
He lowered his head to her glistening pussy, so soaked for him. He licked up the side of her labia causing her to whimper slightly, before he pressed kisses onto her clit. “K-Kabuto, please!” She begged again.
He let his tongue get to work as he looked up at her– she was crying from the stimulation she wasn’t getting.
“I’ll take good care of you, Yn.” He said, simply.
His mouth worked from the opening of her vagina, up to her clit and he stayed there for the remainder of the time. He brought down one of his hands and soaked it with his own spit from her pussy and gently sank it into her.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her hands went straight to his hair as she pulled him closer to her, grinding herself on his mouth.
He continued to please her like that until he got her legs shaking uncontrollably. Eventually, she was a cumming mess in front of him.
She gave him the most sinister grin as she got up, pulling his clothes off. She pushed him in her place on the couch as she took in his whole length. The sudden feeling of her mouth shocked him, causing him to gasp. He had a death grip with his fingers locked into her hair, pulling head to bob up and down on his dick.
She reached up and ran her hands all over his chest and stomach, the sight alone was enough to drive him mad.
She took in his entire length, letting his tip claim the back of her throat as he came and when he looked down, she was looking into his eyes the whole time.
He huffed out a deep sigh, pulling her off and pushing her onto the couch. He kept her on her knees and pushed her hips on the edge of the couch, causing her chest to be bent over the seat.
He admired how thick her hips and ass were as he slowly sank himself into her. “O-oh, gods!” She yelled out,
He began to snap his hips into hers, gently pulling her arms back. With one hand he was holding both of her arms behind her back, and with the other, he had his fist gripping in her hair to keep her sitting up.
“You’re being such a good girl for me, Yn. Such a good patient. Letting me fuck your problems away,” he breathlessly spoke out.
She began to whine again, clamping around his cock every few minutes to show him that she was cumming over and over again for him. Just for him.
He looked down and saw her creaming all around his dick as a milky white ring began to form at the base of his dick. He smiled at the sight, pushing her head into the couch now.
He didn’t need to go harder and harder. The steady pace coupled with the fact that he was hitting her g-spot every time was mind blowing enough for her. The fact that he could keep everything exactly the same for this long was almost more impressive.
“I’m so close,” he whispered to her as he let go of her hair, shoving his hand over her mouth. He began to fuck her harder and harder, though, for his own release.
All she could do was scream in pleasure. And right as he was about to finish...
*RING RING*
Kabuto shot up, taking a deep breath, trying to ground himself from his dream.
He woke up in a sweat, but at least he didn’t cum in his sleep.
He got ready for the day like nothing happened.
Weeks later had passed and these dreams were almost nightly for him. He told himself that it had just been awhile since he had been with someone. It was only natural that his mind takes out its frustrations on a girl who’s attractive.
He went in that morning like any other day. But he saw that Yn was on his schedule for today. How was he supposed to face her?
A few patience went by and Yn was next. He brought her back to his office from the waiting room like they had the last time.
“It’s good to see you again, Yn. How are you?” He asked. She glanced at him with exhaustion in her eyes. “I’ve been better,” she said sleepily.
“I’ve been taking the medicine you prescribed and I gotta tell you, I feel like a zombie.” She said, sitting on the couch. “And I feel like I have no sex drive,” she finished.
He had to pretend like he wasn’t thinking of 100 ways he could fix that for her.
“Loss of libido is, unfortunately, very normal with SSRIs. But, before I prescribe you something different, why don’t you tell me what you’re liking about that one and what you don’t like?” He asked, sitting at his desk.
“Well, I’m actually able to sleep. And I haven’t been having any dreams lately, which is good for me. But I haven't really had an appetite, I’m tired all the time, or, like I said, my sex drive is almost non-existent.” She explained.
He nodded, looking into the void trying to think of some solutions. Surely I can't give her THIS. This would make her almost completely dependent on me. He thought to himself, as he glanced at a medicine he had curated himself that sat on his library.
He couldn’t think with his head. Not the right one, anyways. Though, he was really trying.
He got up out of his chair, and reached for the vile on the shelf. He knew it worked, and he knew that it was totally safe for consumption, but he also knew how it would make her a slave to her urges for him. And only him.
He picked it up, holding it in his hand, debating on if he was willing to do this for his own self-gratification.
POSTING THIS THE SECOND TIME after my pc accidentally evaporated the post, and the draft, but its fine !!
this blog is slowly becomjng multi-fandom and multi-oc, this time we got naruto happening 😈☝️
tiktok trends strike again, but this time i actually posted the vid there
(the @ is senju.star for anyone who cares)
so this is my overhated king kabuto, and my social outcast oc, kagura !!
more info 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓽
the reason kagura is alone, and speaking to herself is because she has NO friends, and NO family 🤣🤣☝️☝️ it sucks to suck, and it sucks to be an outcast
and for anyone who knows the naruto lore...
orochimaru and kabuto aren't having a heartfelt father&son convo, orochidaddy is mocking kabuto, berating him for losing focus from their experiments, AND threatening to abduct and/or kill kagura (yipes !! this girl is taking all the L's possible bye)
kagura sealed her fate as a village traitor after saving kabuto's life, after he was knocked down unconscious, on an official mission. she was already disliked for being meek and asocial so now she is having figurative tomatoes thrown at her when she is in sight
kabuto is at the time already a traitor himself, and IS a wanted criminal. the village KNOWS kagura saved him but there are only hearsays about that, and no proof, so she cannot be exiled
he also frequently invites himself into kagura's house and eats for free at her expenses, kagura being everything-starved, a people-pleaser and craving any interaction, lets him do exactly that AND actually misses him when he doesnt turn up
kabuto is completely convinced no one knows and never will about this affair, but thats not the case buddy 🤣☝️ as she is later temporarily incarcerated for hanging out with the enemy party
also in the mean-time, kabuto catches feelings and orochimaru notices that his clothes smell like kagura (or to him, some lass) and blackmails him for it
massive skill issue for the both of them but as fiction taught us all, love is the greatest weapon
is their love stronger than prison? will it surpass all the trials? prolly ya
ive got another post abt tjem coming up, and ill show it to the world if this gets more than 1 note
He's such a loser. Even he acknowledges it. Knows he's a slimeball when he fucks his fist, pre slapping messily against his stomach from how hard hes fucking into his fists. He's got your undies wrapped around the base of his dick to keep from coming. Doesn't want it to end. He knows for sure he's gonna have to find a way to peek and see your hot body again. He's addicted. Muffles his whines and spits on his leaking head at the thought that maybe you'd acknowledge him. Give him a polite smile. Notice him. Makes him want to come at the thought that you find out just how filthy he really is. He'll give your garments backed soaked with his juices, as soon as he's done peeking through the whole. Just a few more rounds and he's done. For now.
I noticed you haven’t written anything about Kabuto lately. Are you going to write more for Naruto? I really love your fics. All of them. But especially your Kabuto fics!
Sinpie -_-
I actually will be posting some Kabs fics I wrote like ten thousand years ago. And I think I have a request for him? at least one haha.
also I haven't written anything for anyone lately so ahem, hm hm.
I have a Hidan fic to post too but bahahaha I just haven't done it! <3
what do you think about my glorious king Kabuto ? ( Perhaps starting to add him in your work 👉🏻👈🏻)
i’m about to say something horrible….kabuto PISSED ME TF OFF THE ENTIRE GOD DAMN TIME. but….for your sake i will try to add him in 😭 (pls don’t hate me)
