There's No Way I'm Managing To Get Anything Fully Written Out Today, But I Also Kinda Wanna Do Something

There's no way I'm managing to get anything fully written out today, but I also kinda wanna do something to mark my follower growth and to give back for all the love I've received. Then I realized that I've never said that my asks are open!

Currently, I don't think I'm willing to write full stories, mainly because the majority of my fics are for my own personal AU, but I'm willing to write drabbles and give my headcanons! So ask away if you'd like

Too Early

Summary: It's too early for this

Kisame was roused from his sleep by soft lips against his neck and the gentle tracing of fingers along his bare chest. Grumbling as he attempted to ignore the waking world, he felt the weight on his chest shake with giggles. Despite his tiredness the affections persisted, keeping him from returning to blissful unconsciousness. "Sleep," was all he managed to get out, his voice raspy with unuse. 

Her breath came out in an amused huff. "Can't, I'm too awake and I'm bored," her tone was that of a child fed up with their toys.

With a groan and all of his current strength he opened an eye enough to attempt a glare. Even with his eye a bit blurry and the light in the room dim with early morning light, he could see the book she had most likely been reading since she awoke cast aside. His prolonged silence earned him another kiss, this time along his collarbone. The lazy trail of her fingers never stopping. 

"Find something else to do," he grumbled, shutting his eye again and feeling the pain in his eye dim. This was met with protest in the form of whining. When this garnered no further response from him as he once again began to doze off, he felt her shifting, attempting to rise. His arm held her there, lazy but firm. "Wait," he sighed in submission. "Don't go loving on somebody else."

With a contented sigh, she leaned up and kissed him, finally being met with his own lazy kiss, relaxed and unhurried, sweet and casual. "Now why would I ever do that when I have such a handsome man already?" She asked him, leaning up further to press a quick feathery kiss to the tip of his nose. 

His eyes still closed, he couldn't see her expression, but he knew she was pleased by his lack of fight by the onslaught of kisses she littered over his face, throat and chest. 

It's really too early for this.

Daddy Kink?

Thought up a dumb drabble a while back and this post made me remember it lol. I simply had to type it up. 😏

"Need Daddies help there, Babygirl?" Came a teasing drawl from behind her. In her shock, the handle of the mug her fingers had nearly managed to reach was instead pushed back, and she spun wildly to stare up at the shit eating grin that hovered over her. Surprise at the absurdity of his words kept her own at bay, but the reactions from the others in the room were immediate.

"Keep your bedroom crap away from my ears," growled Kakuzu, who had snatched his mug of coffee and was evacuating the scene. 

Hidan's laughter and taunting jokes launched at both her and Kisame were joined by Deidara, who used Hidan as cover for his own discomfort with such forward flirting.

Itachi pinched the bridge of his nose. So used to the actions of his partner, yet still always so regretful when he had to be present.

"What the hell?" She managed to say, aghast at the situation and its implications. But looking at the smug and teasing look on Kisame's face was enough to tell her that he believed he had succeeded in catching her off guard. Two can play that game. 

The look of horror and confusion on her face was curated into a look of concern and understanding. "Kisame, I had no idea that was what you were into," she said, trying her best to keep an innocent tinge to her tone. It worked, the smirk on his face faded into a cringe as he realized he had left himself open to attack. 

"If that's really your thing, you should have said something somewhere more… private," she said, pushing his humiliation just a bit further. It took everything she had to bite her own proud smirk from showing through, especially as she watched him sputter protests. 

Unable to hold it in any longer as Hidan's teasing changed targets, she spun and hopped, managing to reach her mug and landing with it safely in hand. She knew the slight shake to her gave away her silent giggles, but only to the man who stood behind her trying to figure out a way to definitively deny to his fellow Akatsuki members that he did not have a daddy kink.

Needless to say, he failed.

PSA: Kisame doesn't have a daddy kink!

He honestly thinks it's funny and uses it to tease you. But if you're into it then he shrugs and goes along with it cause he likes how you react to him hehe

Mine - Part 3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Kisame x Reader

Kidnapping, yandere behavior

2.5k

Just. Keep. Running.

With a quiet groan, you felt yourself slowly returning to the realm of the conscious. Your head spun miserably, leaving you feeling like you might fly off into the sky at any moment from where you were sprawled. Foggy eyes blinked several times, fighting to feed your brain information as to what just happened. That was not the ceiling of your house.

"Good, you're finally awake. I was beginning to think that apothecary got the dosage wrong," a familiar, raspy voice mused from your right.

Your gaze shifted, following the sound. Kisame. Your heart lurched into your throat as you abruptly sat up, struggling to put distance between your body and his. Memories began slowly leaking back into your head. The door. Your tea. He was in your house. And this -- this was not your house. The room continued to spin out of control, sending you teetering precariously from where you sat. Your head still felt clouded from whatever had knocked you out. "Kisa--"

"Easy, don't move around so fast." A large hand settled firmly on your shoulder to keep you from swaying into anything while the other grabbed a glass of water and held it out to you. "Here."

You laced your fingers into the bedding below you in an effort to regain some stability, eyeing the glass in his hand suspiciously. Scenarios began rapidly playing out in your head as you tried to figure out what to do next. The dry, cottony feeling wrapped around your tongue made that glass of water seem extremely palatable despite your concerns as to what else might be in it. Putting aside your reservations for the moment, you reached a shaky hand out and grasped it before more or less inhaling its contents in thirsty gulps. That same massive paw took the container from you once it was empty. With another quiet groan, you rubbed the heel of your hand against your eye in an effort to dull the headache pulsing in your skull. A knot began forming in your throat as the grim reality of your current situation began shifting into focus. You were in some kind of cabin with no recollection of how you arrived and had definitely been drugged. The lack of human sound outside indicated that you were likely in the middle of the woods somewhere. The sunlight streaming in from the window behind you was crisp and yellow, which meant it was probably morning. Gritting your teeth, you finally met the giant's gaze. Kisame no longer looked the same to you. Your heart began beating wildly in your throat, forming itself into a thick mass that was difficult to swallow.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He inquired incredulously, almost looking hurt.

"You kidnapped me, Kisame. You broke into my house and--" Your voice strained with anger as you struggled to keep your tone reasonable, hoping that maybe you could talk him into letting you go if you kept a level head. Unfortunately, though, you were failing miserably at maintaining a poker face. There was no hiding the fact that you were angry and frightened. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes before you could do anything to try to hold them back and left hot streaks down your cheeks as you stared up into Kisame's confusion-twisted face.

His genuine shock over your use of that particular word was worrisome. "What was I supposed to do? I couldn't leave you there ‐‐ you were miserable."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe you should have asked me how I felt about it instead of drugging me and dragging me to some cabin in the middle of nowhere?!" Your voice cracked, face contorting and chin quivering as the weight of your next revelation fell upon your head like a meteor. Kisame was convinced that he had rescued you. "I don't even know where we are," you choked out. So much for your attempt at sounding reasonable and trying to logic your way out of this mess. The tension and rage knotted in your throat was so intense that the strain of talking was threatening to make you all out cry.

Kisame shifted the chittering, wrapped sword on his back as he studied you with furrowed brows, struggling to understand why the cheerful, friendly expression that usually greeted him in the shop was missing and had been replaced by what stared back at him now. Those eyes -- you were looking up at him like he was some kind of monster. "You're still so pretty, even when you cry," he murmured to himself, gently trailing a thumb through the line of tears on your quivering cheek. "It doesn't really matter where we are, because we won't be staying here for long. We're nowhere near your old village," he stated while letting his arm fall to his side and standing to his full, frightfully intimidating height when you shied away from his touch. "You wouldn't have listened even if I had tried to talk you into leaving with me."

"Kisame, please--" you stared up at him, wavering rapidly between anger and despair, "--take me back home. I won't say anything about this. I'll forget all about it. I--"

Kisame leered down at you, hesitating to touch you again after you had just recoiled from him even though all he wanted to do was wipe the tears from your cheeks. You just didn't understand. "That place isn't your home anymore." He turned his back to you after grabbing the empty glass of water. In a few strides, he arrived at a sink and twisted the tap to refill it and set it back down on the table next to the bed on which you were still perched.

You swallowed hard, watching his movements, taking all of him in now that he was standing a bit farther away from you, realizing you had missed one massive detail since coming around. The cloak. The red clouds. You had never seen him in it before. It never occured to you to ask him which ninja village he was from. He didn't belong to one anymore. Kisame, the polite, gentle giant who came to your shop regularly and caught giant boxes of falling kunai like they were made of nothing, was a member of the Akatsuki.

"You'll come around."

Looking up at him with wide eyes, the sick knot growing in your stomach twisted its way up into your throat. He was never going to let you leave.

Over the next few days, you came to the conclusion that the only way you were going to escape was by biding your time and waiting for an opportunity to present itself. You put on your most cooperative face and played nice in hopes that he might unlock the shackle circling your wrist that kept you from straying from the confines of the cabin. So long as you stayed amicable, he wasn't abrasive or harsh in his tone and even brought you the few things you asked for -- books, namely, to keep yourself occupied since you couldn't exactly go anywhere. In fact, he still acted like the same Kisame you thought you knew before, never raising his voice or directing any aggression at you. While you did manage to rile him up accidentally with another angry rant about wanting to go home, he simply narrowed his eyes and walked out of the cabin, instead unleashing his frustrations onto the nearby trees. The resounding crunching and crashes of destruction in the distance indicated that he had taken his own anger elsewhere to spare you from it.

Then, finally, the opportunity you had been so patiently waiting for arrived. While you were feigning sleep, you heard Kisame mutter to himself about some mission that needed his attention. The sound of his heavy footsteps grew louder as he approached you. Facing away, you kept still, hoping that he would still assume you were asleep if you maintained your rate of slow, steady breathing. It took everything you had to not jump when his fingers gently raked through your hair as he quietly told you he would be back soon. You waited a solid ten minutes after the door closed before slowly sitting up and checking your surroundings to ensure that he had actually left.

"I am not dying here," you hissed through grit teeth, feverishly digging in your hair for a pin that you used to begin working the locking mechanism of the cuff around your wrist with a frantic vigor. You silently thanked Ryuji for teaching you to pick locks as part of your training, as your shop also offered locksmithing services to the locals. One of your many odd jobs was letting people back into their own houses after they'd had a mishap with keys. That skill was a godsend now. Your hands shook as adrenaline spiked and coursed rapidly through your veins, shooting your heart into your mouth as you finally managed to pop the lock. You gasped in surprise, realizing that you had actually pulled it off and tossed the metal aside swiftly like it was a snake, scrambling across the bed to your feet and toward the door. Hesitating for a moment, you realized that you didn't have any shoes, and it didn't appear that footwear was among the things of yours that Kisame had liberated from your house. With a quiet groan, you decided that you were just going to have to put up with splinters and worry about whatever creepy crawlies inhabited the forest floor later. Right now, you needed to run.

You bolted out the door and took off through the thick grasses surrounding the cabin, darting into the surrounding woods. Glancing at the location of the sun, you strained your eyes, trying to get your bearings. Admittedly, outdoor survival was not one of your strengths, but you had some basic ideas as to how to determine which direction you were headed. Unfortunately, though, you had no idea where you were in relation to your village. Kisame hadn't exactly given you any clues, despite your best efforts to squeeze him for information over the last few days. Shaking your head to dislodge the negative thoughts brewing in your mind, you tore through the underbrush and trees as fast as your bare feet could carry you, ignoring the bite of the sticks and brambles that nipped at your exposed ankles and arches of your feet.

Just. Keep. Running.

Your bubbling fear urged you forward at an unsustainable pace. With your heart beating wildly in your throat, your eyes darted rapidly through the thick sea of trunks that all began largely looking identical the further you went into the forest. All of your senses buzzed under the weight of the urgent need to escape. Logic and reason were long forgotten. Your lizard brain just screamed at you over and over, deafening the rest of your thoughts. Your chest heaved as you sucked in the ever thickening air, almost growing dizzy from the force of your gasping. Panic was rising rapidly as your growing dread oozed and festered into a monstrous amalgam, lined with pointed teeth and scales.

Those eyes. Those monstrous, leering eyes settled into the back of your head despite the feverish motion of your legs. They felt inescapable. The farther you ran, the worse the twisting anxiety in your gut became. You had no idea where you were going. Every few hundred feet, your wide eyes darted over your shoulder, searching for monsters leering through the darkening wood. Your paranoia thickened with every subsequent step. Staring behind you far too often left you blind to the path ahead. Suddenly, the wet earth beneath your toes was no longer at the right angle -- you let out a horrified shriek as you slipped, snapping your head around as you quickly realized the depth of your error. You missed the steep drop-off. Your ankle twisted with a frighteningly painful crack.

You began to fall.

Down, down, down the steep wall of earth and debris you tumbled, smashing your flailing body into rocks and exposed roots as you twisted head over heels down an impossibly deep trench. With an agonized, gasping cough, you finally hit the sopping mass of wet leaves below with a squelching splash. With the air stolen from your lungs, you dry heaved. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you tried to push yourself up out of the mucky puddle you landed in, wincing as you realized that your ankle was completely trashed and would not support your weight in its current state. You hollered miserably into the mud, pounding your fist into the soggy leaves in a fit of teary frustration. "Damnit!" You shrieked into the void, clenching your eyes shut and trying to wipe mud from your face with your now soaked sleeves. Gritting your teeth with a pained cry stifled in your chest, you struggled to haul yourself to your feet and stumbled with a limp toward a nearby tree to free yourself from the dark sludge. Tears streaked down your face, mixing with smears of mud as you bit back a sob and leaned into the damp bark. Your body shook from the painful throb that was slowly overtaking you as you realized just how badly you had banged yourself up with that fall. Glancing up, your stomach dropped, realizing how much worse that fall could have been had you landed differently. Your misty eyes shifted down your trembling leg, catching a glimpse of your rapidly swelling ankle and letting out another guttural moan of anguish as the dread of just how utterly fucked you were now settled in.

You were so fucking cold. This far down, the sunlight barely filtered through the trees. Your clothes were now dripping with dirty, muddy slop that was rapidly sucking the heat from your bruised skin. The bare, scraped soles of your feet tingled like they were being pierced with needles as a stiff breeze blew by, amplifying the painful bite of the frigid puddle you landed in. The damp earth beneath you now wasn't much better. Clenching your jaw, you staggered from one tree to the next, straining to escape the cold depths of what might as well have been a swamp. Every step was more difficult than the last. With a miserable sob, you sank against the driest tree you could find, setting your back against it as you collapsed into the dirt, unable to go any further.

You sat there defeatedly as the sun slowly moved through the sky beyond the canopy, shading you from its desperately needed warmth, shivering and drawing your good leg up to your chest in an effort to preserve body heat. Choking back a sob, you set your head down on your bent leg as you hugged it tightly against your body. "Kisame, please," you whispered into your knee in a frightened prayer over the animals howling in the distance. "Help."

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