Okay so funny idea-
Rivalry is the only way to court a Hatake.
Being rivals with a Hatake means you are courting them.
Kakashi : *waiting for Gai, for almost over 20 years (!), to finally give him any fucking gifts that he could accept, signifying they would now be mates*
Gai : ETERNAL RIVAL !!! :D
Kakashi : *silently crying in his head*
Kakashi's ninken : *sigh in pain*
Gai : *has absolutely no idea about Hatake courting* ? :D
In the pure world :
Sakumo : *wincing for his son* aouch... My poor little pup...
Dai : *annoyed at his son obliviousness* SAGE DAMNIT SON-
Also... The Senju brothers being half Hatake.
Izuna : Aha ! We meet again rival !
Tobirama : Pardon !? since when ?! *Blushing shocked*
Izuna : Eh ??? *Confused*
Hashirama : !!! You didn't tell me Tobi ! :0
Madara : Izuna you moron ! They're half Hatake !!!
Izuna : !!! OH UM- NEVERMIND ! *blushing embarrassed*
Hashirama : Aw :'( *disappointed*
Tobirama : ... *Is secretly disappointed too*
Touka : *is laughing like a hyena*
Hikaku : *is sighing in exhaustion*
The rest of the Senjus and Uchihas fighting : *Stop fighting to observe bemused at the interaction*
During the summer where Hashirama and Madara meet... :
Madara : So are we rivals now ?
Hashirama : Ah- um... Maybe...? If you wanna, I wouldn't mind... *Is fidgeting, shy and blushing*
Madara : *looks at him confused* ???
Hashirama : I'm half Hatake...
Madara : OH- hhhhhhh... No. Sorry... *Looks away blushing, actually sad he has to say no*
Hashirama : Oh... ;'( *Sad little puppy*
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hi hi sev!! I had a thought, what about fingering Navia during the trail? It’s like so ahahndndwjjjjmamaj AHH just Navia trying to be quiet and not to squirm around on the chair. hhhhhhh yeah. 👍
cw. fingering, semi-public
ah, she’ll be so cute 🥺🥺🥺 you and navia totally have a private box, since navia’s the president of the spina. the additional privacy allows both of you to get a little frisky.
navia shoots you a glance when your hand first lands on her thigh, but she doesn’t push you away. instead she focuses her attention back on the trial, peering through one of those old-timey binoculars at the goings-on of the stage. only for her to nearly drop it when your hand hikes up her skirt to reveal her pretty thigh-highs.
she looks at you again, voice barely above a whisper when she asks you what you’re doing, but you just shrug and idly draw patterns on the hem of her thigh-high. “just focus on the trial, baby,” you reassure her, but your hand stays where it is. navia bites her lip, but does as you say.
only for her to audibly yelp when your fingers trace along her clothed cunt. her thighs snap shut around your hand and she grips your wrist, flushed from her neck to her cheeks. “here..?” she mumbles, but you can start to feel some wetness pool in her panties against your fingers.
“if you keep quiet, no one will notice,” you reassure, rubbing a knuckle on her clit, and delighting in the way navia shudders in her chair, fingers digging into the armrest. still, she doesn’t move your hand away, and you grin, leaning close to whisper in her ear. to any onlookers, it would seem like nothing more than two lovers sharing their thoughts on the trial. but navia knows better, and archons help her but she nearly whines when you whisper, “that’s my good girl” into her ear.
she tries her best, really, but there’s only so much she can stifle when you’ve pushed her panties to the side and stuffed two fingers up to the knuckle into her tight pussy. you pump and curl them expertly, your fingertips brushing against that spongy spot deep inside her with each thrust. she’s taken to biting at her palm to try and prevent her moans from slipping out, her entire chest and neck flushed, thighs trembling and leg kicking out ever so often, and it’s the hottest you’ve ever seen her.
you time it just so that when neuvilette strikes his cane against the floor, she cums all over your fingers, and her strangled moan is lost in the intensity of the iudex’s judgement. she sags against the chair when you finally withdraw your fingers, smearing her slick all over her inner thighs so she can feel her own cum when she walks out before wiping them down with a handkerchief. you have a supporting hand on her waist as you both walk out of the opera epiclese.
neuvilette, who normally comes over to speak to both of you after trials, pointedly stays away from the both of you this time.
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HHhhhhh sorry if this character is hard to write for but could you maybe do The Dollmaker (Phighting) x reader where they like don't even seem to bat an eye at her bandages and aren't put off or creeped out in the slightest by her dollmaking?! :OOOO
HHhhhhh if u odon't wanna thats okay i've got a backup character (Mozelle from Regretevator x reader) if u wanna do that one instead
I LoOOO VE your writing btw it feeds the bottomless pits of my hyperfixations RAAHHHJj TY FOR EXISTING :DDDDD
(All of this is /nf btw :OOO)
୭ 🪡✂ ✧ ˚୧⋆ STITCH YOU UP! [PLATONIC]
dollmaker x gn! reader
platonic, since i dont write for the dollmaker romantically lol
hi friend!!! or tessa if you want me to call you that- I'm glad u enjoy my writing!!!!!! :)
[additional context for those who don't know, the dollmaker is a phighting character in the lore, she's in the same group as broker medkit and scythe, she has 3 dolls that speak for her.]
When The Dollmaker first met you, she expected you to ask about her bandages, or the three dolls— fury, folly, and tragedy.
It was quite the surprise when you didn't comment on the dolls, or the bandages wrapped around her body.
"Hey, you ain't gonna ask 'bout us?" Fury spoke, gesturing at Folly and Tragedy.
"Or call us creepy..?" Tragedy muttered, tugging on The Dollmaker's bandages.
"Hm? Ah, I wasn't going to, plus, it's pretty cool" You reply, shooting The Dollmaker a warm smile.
She gets attatched quite quickly, with her dolls tugging at the bottom of your pants all the time.
Usually the dolls just like nagging you.
As you sit next to The Dollmaker, watching her work on another doll, you feel a slight tug on the bottom of your shirt.
You see tragedy tugging at your shirt, you let out a soft laugh as you scoop them into your arms.
The Dollmaker loves giving you gifts!
"This is for you!" Folly exclaims, as The Dollmaker hesitantly hands you a doll, its features resembling your own.
"Oh, for me? Thank you!"
You take the doll, gently holding it as you look at The Dollmaker happily.
"Yes... thank you for being with us..." Tragedy mutters, as The Dollmaker looks at you with a warm gaze.
IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS SHORT. AND KINDA BAD THIS SAT IN MY DRAFTS FOR 2 DAYS AND I JUST WANTED TO GET SOMETHING OUT TODAY T_T
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